#trying to get myself back into drawing kicking and screaming

[paladinbaby]

Cyndi in Seraphim or All-Seeing Donut, perchance

[id: a drawing of my d&d character cyndi from the shoulders up in the lesbian pride flag colours. she is a pink skinned tiefling w long curly dark pink hair half tied up. she wears a white tank top and a small pendant. he looks like he’s talking and smiling slightly. end id]

[zeppelinlvr]

Two Reverse

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: You, Dean, and Sam go after a demon on short notice, you end up getting hurt in the process.

Felt sad, wrote angst sorry guys. Also, I know Andromalius is a higher up demon having 36 legions of demons at his service (I think?) and I know it's unlikely you’d be dealing with him as the process of even trying to summon him would be so complicated, but demonology is so complex just pretend him going after you is reasonable. Also i’ve been on an Adrianne Lenker kick lately so bear with me. Thank you all for the support on all my fics! 💗💗

Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending cus I can't write sad endings), cursing, fluff.

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You and Sam were desperately researching, trying to find out what demon was targeting these people, four had died already and the two of you had made little progress. Dean was out interviewing people and trying to get anything he could about what you were dealing with.

“Sam, I think I know what we’re dealing with” you told him “I looked into the victims and two of them were thieves, not just shoplifting, they broke into people's houses and stole valuable items, and two of the other victims were just assholes, they were both bullies in high school and were super entitled”

“I’m not following, how are they connected” Sam asked

“The demon Andromalius goes after people who are wicked and theives, he’s not in a lot of the common demonology books is probably why we hadn't made the connection sooner but he’s mentioned in The Goetia, the Lesser key of Solomon” You explained

“Best explanation we have, I’ll start looking into how to exorcize him” Sam replied

“I’ll call Dean and we can figure out a plan to draw him in” you told Sam.

Dean was headed back to the motel, having little luck with his interviews. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and saw your name as the caller id and the stupid picture you had taken of yourself and made your contact photo. He smiled at your dumb expression before answering the call.

“hey, I didn’t find-“ he started but was cut off by your quick rambling, you were excited to finally have figured out what you were dealing with.

You explained to Dean what you had told Sam, then asked “we need to figure out a way to lure him into us, Sam’s researching right now but I wanted to see if you had any ideas”

“Well, I’m a thief and I’m probably wicked so we could use me as bait, figure out how to get him near us, then I’ll distract him while you and Sam try to kill him” Dean suggested

Your stomach knotted at his plan, you didn’t want him to put himself in danger “Dean, I don’t want to use you as bait, we can think of something else” you said trying to hide the worry in your voice.

“I can handle myself sweetheart” he told you “I’m almost back to the motel, I’ll talk to you more then” he hung up the phone after you exchanged goodbyes.

As he said, Dean arrived in the motel room a couple of minutes later. you gave him a brief hug upon his arrival, not out of the ordinary, he got used to the fact you were touchier than him and he was okay with it, never admitting it but he enjoyed being hugged by you.

You explained Deans plan to Sam, making sure to comment on how bad of an idea you thought it was, hoping Sam would also immediately shoot it down.

“We might not have any other choice, I’m getting signs of him a few miles from here, we need to go now” Sam grimaced

You sighed, worry filling your body but you chose to push it away, frantically getting ready to leave with Dean and Sam.

Dean hurled to a stop in front of a mildly secluded house, when you stepped out of the car the three of you heard things breaking and screams coming from inside. You all quickly ran to the door, Dean not bothering to pick the lock but rather just choosing to kick it down.

The scene in front of you was horrific, there was a woman, who had already died, lying on the floor of the living room. You heard a struggle down the hall and Dean made his way there, signaling you and Sam to stay out of sight in order to try to get some element of surprise.

When Andromalius caught sight of Dean he dropped the man who he had nearly killed. Dean yelled out “I’m here you asshole, come get me”

“No, it’s not you I’m after” Andromalius hissed

Dean's expression faltered slightly but he tried his best to keep the demon distracted “I steal all the time, and I’m definitely not a good person” he shrugged

Sam had an opening to the demon, he figured it was now or never, so he ran out from the spot he was hiding in. He was stopped before he had a chance to stab the demon. Sam found himself pushed against the wall with a harsh force.

“Where’s the girl?” Andromalius said, a dark expression growing on his face.

Dean clenched his jaw, trying to hide his worry “She’s an angel compared to me, you don’t want her” he defended

You snuck your way out of your spot, and managed to grab the knife Sam had dropped. You had your arm in the air, ready to stab him when he quickly whipped around, smirking when his face met yours.

You felt a force choking you, and slowly lifting you off the ground, tears welled in your eyes and you desperately tried to kick and fight back.

Then the searing pain came, ripping through your abdomen. You choked out a scream and tears poured down your face, you tried to kick and claw at him as the panic truly set in about how this could end. You cried out as the strength left your body, your vision blurring.

Dean and Sam were both struggling with everything they had. Dean had managed to get ahold of the knife, and with Andromalius’s focus stuck on you, Dean stabbed him in his back.

The demon had been killed and you fell to the floor, his force no longer holding you up. You choked and gasped for air. You were a mess, crying and panic still coursing through you.

Dean ran over to you, kneeling beside you and cradling you in his lap.

“Hey, it’s okay sweetheart, you did so good” he tried to comfort, his voice shaking.

He quickly flung off his jacket, pressing it to your abdomen, you hadn’t noticed the severity of the cut from how panic stricken you were, but you were losing a lot of blood.

“Sammy call 911” Dean yelled at him

“you’re gonna be okay, just keep looking at me, okay” he told you, trying to keep you calm.

The pain of the gash was becoming more prominent as your adrenaline wore off, you felt yourself growing weaker.

“Dean, thank you for always looking out for me” you choked out, it hurt to speak but you needed to tell him “You and Sam are the best things to happen to me” you tried to hold back the stinging tears, a lump in your throat. “I love you so much Dean”

“Hey no, don’t give me a goodbye speech, you’re going to be okay” he said shakily, a few tears running down his face.

“An ambulance is on the way, keep applying pressure” Sam told Dean, as he made his way over to you, helping Dean support your body.

You fought so hard to keep your eyes open and to keep listening to Dean voice, his reassurance that you were going to be okay, it was just a scratch, and that you were so tough.

You fought so hard, but his voice was fading, you felt your eyes droop before your body went limp in Deans arms.

“nono fuck” he whispered “I still need you” “Someone fucking help” he was now yelling “Castiel, some fucking angel save her”

"Why the hell did it go after her, I'm the one it should've gone after" Dean sobbed

"Dean, demons don't exactly see a grey area, there's probably something that happened on a hunt and he found that as an excuse to go after her, don't start blaming yourself" Sam told him, a few tears slipping down his cheeks.

Sobs racked Deans body as he heard the familiar flutter of wings. He was instantly yelling at the angel “fucking help her, I’m not letting her die on me”

“Dean, she’s going to be okay” Cas said and made his way over to you, placing a gentle hand on your forehead and began to heal your wounds.

You opened your eyes groggily, after your vision cleared, you were confused at the sight of the angel above you and Dean and Sam’s tear-stained faces.

You quickly pulled your shirt up to inspect where the gash had been, only to find nothing there, although your clothing was still stained with blood.

You frantically scrambled up and engulfed Dean in a hug.

“Hi sweet girl, I told you you’d be okay” he choked out

You allowed yourself to cry, tears streaming down your face as you sobbed harshly.

Deans heart sunk upon hearing your pained cries, he was already blaming himself for not intervening sooner.

After it sunk in that Cas had saved you, you whipped around to face him, his face ridden with what seemed like concern. You moved over to him to hug him, still sobbing like there was no tomorrow. blabbering out your thanks to him. He didn’t exactly understand what was happening, but he attempted to hug you back, gently wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re okay now Y/n, that’s what matters” he told you

You nodded in response, trying to stop your crying but your attempts didn’t do much, you were so overwhelmed, you were scared, thankful, and a little embarrassed by your sappy speech.

You turned back to Dean “I’m sorry for getting cheesy, I thought I was gonna kick the bucket and I needed to tell you a few things” you laughed awkwardly, still lightly crying.

He shook his head and brought you back in for a hug “I uh, feel like, me too” he struggled, wanting to tell you he loved you but he couldn’t get the words out.

“I know Dean” you nodded

You heard a siren in the distance, none of you wanted to explain the situation. Cas was gone in an instant, you, Sam and Dean were quickly making your way to the door. Dean carrying you in his arms despite your insistence that you were able to walk.

Sam drove and you sat squished next to Dean in the passenger seat.

“Sammy, I promise I’ll give you a hug when we get back to the motel” you told him, your nose stuffed up from how much you’d be crying. Sam laughed lightly in response.

Dean pulled you into him, holding onto you tightly as if you were going to slip away from him, swearing to himself to watch out for you.

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[solaiced]

CASE 6: SUKUNA RYOMEN LIKE TO MARK HIS BELONGINGS.

!content!: minor character death, blood, mentions of breeding/pregnancy (sorry yall i cant help myself), mentions of exhibition, and sukuna.

wc: 1,6k

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A blink and your servant is gone. Well, not gone, laying on the ground. Dead. He's dead. His head severed. He wasn't exactly special by all means, but that didn't mean Sukuna could kill him right in front of you. Staining your kimono with blood.

You look up at the King of Curses, having the guts to glare at him as he feigns ignorance and boredom.

"This is the sixth time, this week, you imbecile!" You complain. Only you could insult the most fearsome king of all time and get away with it.

He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes as if it was obvious, "He was too touchy. Have to remind the lower species of their place."

You narrow your eyes, grumbling. "You might as well pee around and on me like a dog to mark your territory, don't cha?"

His eyes light up, and you warn him, making an X with your arms, "Do NOT."

He kisses his teeth, rolling his eyes the way a petulant teenage would, after getting yelled at by their parents. He shrugs, wrapping his lower arms around your waist.

"I'll find a loophole to mark my belongings, don't you worry, woman."

And that's probably how he got you on your back, completely nude and at his mercy. You were bloodied from all his bites, all harsh enough to draw blood, but not enough to kill you. Your moaning could've been heard from the nearby village, from how loud you were being.

Sukuna smirks as you try to kick him away weakly, nesting between your legs to collect the sweet nectar coming out of your slit. Like an undeserving sinner tasting ambrosia for the first time ever.

His four eyes trained on you, watching your every reaction, twitches and sweat drops fall down your dewy skin. Your nipples perked up, hips lifting up like a woman possessed.

“Do you understand, now?” He asks, nursing the bite on your inner thigh, swirling his tongue on it to appease the pain but not heal it. Your blood tasted like the heaven he’ll never reach. But he wasn’t about to let you go, no.

“Hh-‘nderstan wha?” You manage, hands reaching for Sukuna’s pink hair and the sheets, anything to stabilize yourself.

Taking your hand, pitying you with a small pout, he chuckles, kissing your knuckles like the ungentlemanly monster that he is.

“That you’re mine, you don’t belong to anyone or anything else. I made you, I’ll keep you until I’m bored of you.” His cruel words stab into your heart, tears prickling your eyes.

“But don’t fret. We have all of eternity to spend together.” He smiles condescendingly sweet, leaning in to kiss you, only to deviate at the last moment and latch his mouth onto the bloody bite around your pulse.

Your screams renew, nails digging into Sukuna’s broad shoulders as you thrash around him. His hips pin yours down, crushing you under his weight.

“S’kuna…” You mewl, running your fingers through his, for once, soft hair. He hums in acknowledgement, wondering why you sounded so breathless.

“Crushin’ me.” You huff, looking away and exposing more skin to devour. Sukuna shifts, letting you breathe as his teeth dig into your soft skin, kissing the flesh after he’s done marking it.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to kill you, yet. You are to die with me. Never before.” It’s like a vow as his canines retract, kissing and licking away at the red liquid oozing out the little punctures he created.

He’s never going to admit it, but your blood brought him more comfort than needed, cocks pulsing between his thighs, warmth washing over him like a comfortable blanket.

Sukuna moans lowly, supporting himself with two arms on each side of your head. He breathes heavily, lust glazing his eyes over.

“I’m going to make sure everyone sees me when they see you.” He nuzzles your nose with his, scenting your face. He inhales your smell, angling your face towards him with his upper left hand.

“I’m gonna have to fucking breed you so that they get the idea, hm?” He threatens, eyes narrowed into glaring slits.

You shakily reach for him, mumbling incoherent words.

“Don’t, I’m yours.” You sniffle, the wounds stinging you.

“Does it hurt?” Sukuna asks gruffly, sliding a hand down your stomach to your hips. You nod.

“Wan’you to-to fuck me.” You stumble over your words as you wrap your legs around his hips, moaning when your cunt grazes his lower cock, twitching painfully.

“Really? Are you wet enough to take all of me?” He knew you weren’t, at least not yet, for both his cocks would absolutely destroy you for any other cock, if you’d been able to escape and live a life with another man.

And when you hold up one finger, he chuckles, amused at your underestimation.

“One day, I’ll ruin you. I’ll eat you to keep you with me forever.” He kisses you, biting your lip and pulling on it, pulling away to place hickeys down your throat. You moan weakly, shuddering.

“Fuck me, now.” You order, hand wrapped around his pink locks, unruly by your touch. Sukuna smiles deceivingly soft, wrapping a hand around his lower length and pushing it inside of you slowly, careful not to tear you more than intended.

You mewl, tears slipping out of your slit shaped eyes. You bring him closer, catching his lips and slotting yours between them, like a long forgotten puzzle finally coming together.

Your bodies join together, yours always reaching for his unconsciously, and his always bringing you closer, as per your requests.

He moans loudly when he bottoms out, pulling away roughly in embarrassment and blushing, hiding in the crook of your neck to bite more “ownership” marks into you.

Your nails scratch his back, leaving your own marks. You huff out a tired chuckle, happy you could at least return the favor.

“What the fuck are you laughing for.” Sukuna growls, face crimson red at the noises he let out.

“You’re mine, too. I marked you.” You wince when his tongue licks over one of your wounds, drawing blood once more. Your body was a bloody massacre. And that was all because of your husband.

Said husband’s hips jerking at your words, sweat dripping down his powerful muscles each time he twitched. Sukuna angles your hips to reach deeper, making you wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Calm down, I haven’t even let you ride me, yet.” That sentence made you open your eyes, happy he’s letting you on top for once. You slide your hands down to cover his upper cock, jerking it off while his lower one tasted heaven.

“You’ll let me?” You ask, out of breath because a few measly thrusts. He nods, licking the punctures he made on you.

“Right now? Hah!” He barks out an evil laugh. “Absolutely not. I want to cum.” Did he just… insinuate that you couldn’t make him cum alone?

Now that got you offended. Using the best of your left over strength, you flip him over, pelvises flush against each other. Sukuna’s eyes are wide, like he didn’t expect insulting you would have such a reaction.

“Watch me. Both cocks will be spent when I’m done with you.” Your hips cant up, dropping down and repeating the motion. He looks like he’s about to moan, but he’s holding back. You thumb his lower lip, pulling his face closer so that you can kiss him.

“Don’t. Keep riding me, and maybe I’ll consider cumming.” He sounds strained, but still smug, which you do not like at all. You grind your hips down and lift them up and down occasionally. Sukuna keeps a taut smirk, hips bucking up occasionally. You keep his upper cock close to your stomach, using a hand to jerk it whilst you bounced on his lap.

Sukuna suddenly grabbed your wrist, stopping your motions. You look up, legs trembling when they finally stop.

“What is…” You’re cut off by a growl, Sukuna’s eyes lifting to glare at you.

“Don’t. Move.” Only then do you realize that he was shaking. His hand was trembling as it held your arm, claws out.

A small laugh escapes you. He was about to cum, but he didn’t want to, not yet.

“Cum, my king. There is no reason for you to feel ashamed of cumming early.” You tease, kissing his cheek softly. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you clench oh-so-sweetly on him. He tries to shove you off, but you bring him with you, making him cage you in with all four of his arms.

“Let me pull out. Now.” Sukuna orders, hips stuttering. You wrap your legs around them, bringing them closer.

“No,” you hum, disobeying him was not a first, but he almost looks furious. “Also, you can totally pull out. You just don’t want to.”

His head drops to your breasts, biting around the flesh. You keen, trying to get him off.

“Don’t get all smart with me.” He thrusts in you, balls slapping your ass and coarse pink hair brushing against your clit.

Sukuna buries his head between your boobs, hips coming to a stop before you feel liquid filling you up, eyes squeezing shut.

One of his hands comes to worsen your condition, pinching your clit between his fingers as you let go and reach an unexpected orgasm, eyes crossing, back arching and moans loud enough for Uraume to wake up.

“Now,” Your king starts, sounding just as out of breath as you, “if I see another servant trying to touch you, I’ll fuck you in front of him and I’ll kill him if he gets hard, okay?” That wasn’t a question, you knew that much. But you didn’t dare respond, for fear he would stop kissing and licking your wounds.

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18+

“Oh.. hell yea baby bounce on it”

You and Steve have been together for 5 months now. Met in college, specifically art class, he was forced to take an elective, anything for him to graduate. That’s when he saw you in the middle of the room.. naked. Well kinda, there was a long white sheet wrapped around you. Figure drawing was that days subject.

You seemed happy? Not at all flustered having all eyes on you, Steve was a bit intimidated, not only because of how beautiful you looked and all, but everything about you made the whole room glow. And made the bulge in his pants grow.

After class he was the last one out, he wanted to talk to you, little were you aware he was stuck behind in the room; that’s when you dropped the sheet to put your clothes back on. You both screamed in sync and he scrambled out of the door faster than you could’ve blinked.

Later that afternoon, you seen him in the library and came up to him to talk about the book he was reading. He was surprised you didn’t mention the incident, and since then you two hit it off.

He knew you were a virgin, so heavy make out sessions, mutual masturbation and lots of oral was the base of your guys relationship.

You woke up, extremely needy and horny. No vibrator or dildo could sedate your craving other than Steve. He wanted to take his time with you, telling you that you’ll know when the time is right. He made a mistake years ago losing his to quickly so in his terms, he’s doing you a favor. In your terms, he’s torturing you.

You swear he gets off on it.

You’ve been rubbing your pussy up against your hand every five seconds at work, coaxing him through sexy texts and lewd photos. Trying to give him the heads up you’re ready for him to finally fuck you. Or “make love” as he’d exclaim. same shit

He’s usually arrived home by the time you get off of work and today, you were definitely worked; panties have been sticking to your cunt since 10 this morning

“I need you now!” you shout kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag elsewhere, meanwhile, he’s wide-eyed, staring at you with a mouth full of cereal

“Pardon?”

“Steve baby please I love you so much but I need your cock in me right now, I’ve been so horny all day, I mean I can literally smell myself through my own pants right now,” you admit ridding him of the bowl, climbing into his lap, immediately grinding your hips

He scoffs.

“Baby we’ve been through this.. damn, really can smell it huh?” he replies cursing himself, biting his lip, “I thought we were going to wait? you know I want it to be special for you”—

“and it will be, please I promise I’m ready” you pout

The heavy feeling of you has him already babbling.

—“just like that baby, bounce it a little bit — y-yeah that’s it there we go,” he strains bucking, his hips up into yours, cock fully solid

“yeah? like that daddy?”—

“Don’t! Stop that.. fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does to me”

“what does it do hm?” you lean down to nip his ear, “does it make you wanna fuck my brains out?”

He growls, moving your hips faster “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you doing this to me, fuck! keep bouncin, keep boucin that hot pussy on my dick sweetheart oh— shit”—

“Come on Stevie you know you want it, you’ve been dying to feel my pussy squeeze it, anytime with you will be s-speacial, just.. PLEASE!” you, almost in tears, begging; your thighs are burning the faster and harder you grind

“Ahhh, fuck it, get up!”, he demands angrily and eagerly ripping your pants and soaked panties off—

“Open those fuckin legs, ill make ya feel real special tonight”

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Hide & Seek | Alastor & Child!Reader— OATSH

Summary: You and Alastor play a game of hide and seek on the way to his cabin in the woods.

For @obvitsclaire

You ran through the woods. Your footsteps and the cracking of the occasional branches were the only things that made noise outside the chitter of animals.

You could feel the mud as it squelched between your toes but it was a familiar feeling. This path was a familiar one. You’d walked it dozens of times before.

You threw a glance over your shoulder and could barely see your dad through the thick foliage. You darted behind a bush.

Your knees got covered in mud as you fell onto them. You placed your arms on the ground as well. Your hands wrapped around your head to further bring you down. You tried to keep yourself as compressed and small as you could.

It didn’t take long before you heard footsteps draw closer. You bit your lip when you heard a groan as someone dropped to the ground. He knew you were close.

“Uh-uh-ah,” your father’s voice said and it was followed by a wince. “Don’t try leaving so soon. I’m not done with you yet.”

You placed one hand over your lips to try and muffle a giggle when you heard your dad start humming to himself. An action he often did when he was preoccupied.

“Now, where did that little girl go?” he asked. His footsteps drew further away from you. “Well, she’s certainly not here.” Your breathing halted when you saw him, his back towards you. “But where could she have—“

He turned towards you. The two of you made eye contact. When his smile widened, you bolted up and tried to dash away, squealing as you did. He was too fast though. His long legs gave him an advantage your short ones didn’t give you.

He scooped you up and spun you around.

“Put me down!” you yelled, banging on his arms. “Daddy, put me down!”

“Oh no, I’ve found myself the fairest maiden in all the lands, I shan’t ever let her go!” he said as he came to a stop.

He brought you closer to his body until you rested on his hip. Your laughter slowly decreased as you placed your head on his shoulder and your hand clutched at the collar of his shirt. You were uncaring of the blood on him.

The two of you simply looked at his newest victim on the forest floor. He looked pathetic. He had already suffered a beating and his skin was beginning to bruise. His hands were all jagged, fingers crooked.

“What’d this one do?” you asked.

“He thought it would be appropriate to try to force himself onto Mrs. Betty,” your father said.

You looked up at him, scandalized. “Mrs. Betty who gives you the cookies?”

“The very same.”

“It’s not illegal,” the man choked out. “She’s my wife.”

“Mmm, yes, well, just because it’s legal doesn’t mean it’s right,” your dad said as he leaned closer to the man.

You did your best to wad up as much saliva in your mouth as you could and spit it at him. Your father laughed.

He kissed you on the forehead before he placed you back on the ground.

You wanted to kick the man but you’d learned the hard way that it wasn’t a good idea when you were bare foot. Instead you stepped on the man’s crooked fingers and he screamed as you jumped on them.

Your father just stood back and watched with a proud smile. When you were done, he placed a hand on your back and bent at the hips to get on your level.

“Why don’t you go ahead to the cabin, wash up, and wait for us then you can sit in on an anatomy lesson, hm?”

You nodded excited before you darted off towards the cabin.

“You’re a fucking psychopath, Alastor, a psychopath,” the man wheezed out as Alastor hoisted him up and started dragging him away.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ Just a Dream ⋆ ˚｡⋆

prompt: Nightmare┆Tuna-Tober ⊹ Day 7

pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

wordcount: 1K

warnings: established relationship, angst, spn level violence and gore, slight language, there's fluff in the end

author's note: So I was supposed to be done with this last week... I had a busy last week filled with work, school, and I got sick again. I have more freetime this week and next week, so I should be able to finish (hopefully by the weekend!) We only have 3 more prompts left!

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢-𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

I- I’m walking. No, staggering.

There’s a pain in my arm, one of my hands is holding the wound on my bicep. It’s so dark, I can barely see anything in front of me. . It smells damp and rotten, and bloody.

We were hunting a demon. It was killing young women at the college in town. It’d go to the popular bars and choose its victim. Sam was able to track it down and I was the bait. Right. But it went south after it figured out I was a hunter. 

No… Not this night again. Please…

A crash sounds behind me causing me to swivel around and prepare for whatever made the noise. What do I have? What did the demon leave me with? 

Splash! 

To the left! That came from the left! Right?

I scramble to reach for the knife I keep concealed in my waistband. The dagger my father gave to me before he died. 

“I can smell you, hunter,” the voice said to my right. “I can smell your fear. Do you really think those boys are coming for you?”

My head snaps in the direction the voice came from, dagger turned and ready in defense. Another crash, like pipes being kicked on the ground, comes from behind me, closer than the last time. I turn my body in its direction, heart beating pounding against my chest.

“I think the Winchesters were just waiting for the moment you’d get reckless.” 

“Stop,” I demand, creeping forward slightly.

“They probably think you’re just a liability.” There’s movement in my peripheral to the left again. “You’re nothing to them.”

“Stop!” 

I rush forward, looking for the exit of the building. I spot a large garage door and dash to the chains to raise it. As I fumble with the chains, an arm darts out of the darkness and grabs my injured arm. Pain shoots up my arm as I’m dragged back away from my exit. 

Where are they?

“Now.” The demon throws me to the ground and I try to push myself back up and away. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

In my struggle, the demon managed to get on top of me. I see an opening, briefly, but I take it. I grip the dagger in my hand and bring it down on the demon, directing it to its chest. I strike my target, but it does nothing to help me. 

“You bitch!” 

Black eyes pierce my own as the demon grabs the wrist with the dagger and twists until I can no longer hold on. The dagger falls to the ground in a clatter that rings in defeat in my ears. The demon reveals its own weapon, a dagger with a serrated edge on one side and black as midnight. There’s a handle on it with spikes sticking out. 

The demon slams the handle into the side of my face as it repeatedly punches me. I feel the blood from the spikes drip over my features. Stars paint my vision as I struggle to stop the blows to my head. In my struggle, the blade of the dagger hits my arm, drawing more blood. I can feel myself growing weak from the blood loss, but the demon keeps dealing blow after blow. 

ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ.

Then, for a second as the punches stop, a searing white pain shoots through my side. I scream in pain, opening my eyes which must have closed at some point to the demon laughing over me, the dagger still sticking out of my stomach. There’s more pain as it’s dragged agonizingly slowly out of my body.

“Hey!”

The demon’s joyous expression turns to fury as it turns its head just in time for a knife to enter its back. Its soul or whatever it has sparks before the body goes limp. The knife is removed and the body moved away.

Brown, floppy hair enters my vision first, followed by the warm, hazel eyes belonging to Sam Winchester. I can’t hear what he’s saying, his lips moving, but I can see the terror behind his eyes as he pulls my head into his lap. I smile despite the searing pain. Black starts ebbing its way into my vision. I know what’s about to happen now.

ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ!

I gasp, struggling to catch my breath. My eyes snap open to the familiar hazel ones starring in concern. I feel Sam’s hand smooth back the hair on my sweaty forehead. 

“It’s just a dream, Y/N,” he says while taking my face in his hands. “It’s just a dream.”

Tears form quickly in my eyes as I recount the nightmare I had. It was a hunt gone wrong. Sam and Dean had just gotten to the warehouse just in time. They rushed me to the closest hospital and I survived. But I almost didn’t. 

I go to sit up, Sam helping me along the way. He rubs my arms as the tears finally fall. 

“You’re okay, it was just a dream.” His eyes bring me comfort, just as much as his touch, as it grounds me back to reality. 

Sam brings one of my hands up and kisses that back of it before pressing my palm to his chest. I can feel his steady heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest. I start breathing with him, syncing mine to his.

“It was just a dream,” I repeat, head clearer now. 

“What do you need from me?” He asks, stroking the hand still at his chest with his thumb.

“Lay with me,” I whisper into the space between us. “Please.”

He smiles softly. “Of course.”

I scoot over on the bed to give him room. Sam slips under the covers with me, sliding us down until my head is resting on his chest and his arm is wrapped around my shoulders. His heartbeat comforts me more as I fully let go of the fear from the nightmare. I feel Sam press a kiss to the top of my head before nuzzling his face to my hair.

“You’re okay.”

[sodium-fia]

All mine

⋆⁺₊❅ Summary: Hunter Tartaglia Falls in love with you after trying to kill you

⋆⁺₊❅ Warnings: Smut (m!fingering) ; creampie ; headcannon ; oral (f!receiving) ;

⋆⁺₊❅ WC: 3522

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You knew he was behind you. You couldn’t hear him and- you didn’t dare to look back to try and see him but you knew he was behind you. So you kept running. And you felt your feet burrow in the snow, and the snowflakes fall onto your lashes and hair, you felt the cold air infiltrate through your thick woollen skirt, and you kept running. Until you didn’t. 

‘’There you are.’’ He was standing just in front of you. How..? He was following your trail just seconds ago so- ‘’you thought you could escape a hunter? I’ve heard your kind is always so endearing…’’ He said, a sickening smile curling at his lips, as he took a few steps forward.

‘’When-...’’ You mumbled, under your breath, looking at him, panic starting to seep in. This was the end, right? There was no way you could escape this, not when a renowned hunter like Tartaglia was right in front of you, weapon in hand and nothing on his mind but bloodlust. 

‘’Please, you didn’t think you could outrun me, did you? Come on, use your brain a little bit.’’

He kicked you off your feet in a swift motion, not even seeing when you ended up hitting the soft, snowy ground, with himself pinning you down. ‘’Aren’t you supposed to be smart..?’’ His voice was sickeningly sweet. It wasn’t breathing heavily like yours, not a hint of exhaustion, simply a sultry tone enveloping the noise of the wind whirling.

‘’Get- off of me!’’ You screamed. Kicking and trying to push him off, but to no avail. He kept your arms clamped up over your head with one hand. He feigned disappointment, but his eyes were glued to yours like you were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. He pushed you down further into the snow, clamping your legs together under his knee so you’re fully immobile. He moved his free hand over your mouth, preparing to take out a rope but to his surprise, when he did so, he felt something drip down his fingers and into your mouth.

Blood? 

He stopped smiling. He turned his gaze back to you, you who were at this point trembling of cold and fear of death, you who were shedding quiet tears, you who bit him as a last resort, a last struggle before the inevitable. You, who was the first one to draw out his blood in years. His gaze melted. You looked deep into his dark-ocean eyes, eyebrows frowned, looking for any kind of human spark, of light, but there was nothing you could do in those eyes but drown.

‘’Just kill me, isn’t that what you hunters do?! Take my body and slash it, take it to the queen and use me as a decoration, my fate has already been decided has it not!?-’’

‘’You know, you’re the first one of your clan I’ve ever hunted, I’m glad it’s as interesting as I’d hoped.’’ He cut you off, looking up at the sky. He started to laugh softly, but there was nothing soft in that laugh. It was cold, cruel. When he looked back at you, his face was red, flushed, and what he had was a smile that someone would only see before being sent to the afterlife. It was the smile that would tug at his lips after a manic victory in a bloody field, probably, the smile of a warrior. He slowly ran his uninjured hand through your hair, tugging at your strands and forcing you to look at him.

‘’I can’t kill you yet you see, I haven’t had the chance to indulge myself in you now.’’ He said, stroking down the tears from your face with his finger, adding pressure on your bones, making you squeal in pain. ‘’I think I might just keep you all to myself. I’m sure the tsaritsa will understand.’’ He said, hovering right over your ear. ‘’That way I’ll be the only one to ever see you like this. The only one to hear your yelps and moans.’’

You were furious. You squirmed and tried to get away, shoving your head left to right and when he finally grabbed your chin this time, you spit his blood right onto his face. Some of it you swallowed down and some dripped down your lips but his eyes widened just enough, and he let his guard down just slightly, so you could push him off, and crawl away, your only chance of freedom. You got up, and began sprinting for the densest part of the forest. That was the only way you could lose him, and you were so close. A few minutes. If you could lose Tartaglia, then- 

You felt a heavy blow in the back of your head. And you passed out.

When you woke up, you weren’t dead, or in a cell, or out in the cold, but in the bed of a spacious beautiful room, adorned with golden accents and filled with the blue light of the snowstorm, mixing with the warm golden light of the chandelier. And in the corner, he sat. 

You got up on your knees, looking at him in confusion while he was not, in fact, he seemed rather pleased.

‘’What is this? Why am I here? Why aren’t I dead?’’ You asked, frantically, and he simply squinted his eyes, getting up from the chair and advancing towards the bed, placing his knee on it. 

‘’I thought it was a shame to kill you. So I talked to the queen, and she agreed that you can stay here, as long as I bring her someone else soon.’’

You looked at him, baffled. Wasn’t he trying to kill you just… How long ago was it anyways? ‘’Why…? I don’t understand…’’ 

He ran a hand through his hair, walking in the bed and sitting next to you. A smile slithered up his face.  ‘’I’m not really sure either but;’’ He said, before grabbing your arms and pushing you down the mattress ‘’You made me feel something I shouldn’t for prey.’’

You kept quiet, looking up at him as his hands started fumbling around his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, placing himself over you. ‘’That I shouldn’t feel in general, over the orders of the Tsaritsa.’’

‘’I- things you shouldn’t-? You were trying to kill me! What could I have made you feel at that moment?’’ You asked, suddenly panicked, face to face with him, his lips hovering over yours. 

He stayed quiet, removing his shirt fully to reveal his toned, scarred chest that was currently pressing against you, as he grabbed your hair and leaned in, over your ear.

‘’Love?’’

And your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, only now realising what position you had found yourself in, and only now realising what Tartaglia was hoping to accomplish by saving you. And you didn’t think that escaping death, just to become a hunter’s toy was really up your alley either. 

‘’What-? Are you kidding me? You’re- you’re crazy! There’s no way I would agree to this!’’ You yelled out when he began unbuckling his belt.

‘’Agree to what? There’s no agreement here. You’re mine now. If you refuse anything I tell you, I’ll kill you.’’ He said, looking deep into yours eyes and- there were so many things you could have thought about at that moment yet the first thing that came to mind, was how beautiful the shade of his eyes was, and how it complimented his freckles perfectly. And then you were sure you had gone mad. 

So you watched in despair, preparing yourself for the worst after he removed his pants- but to your surprise, his head fell down on your stomach, and he was practically out like a light. Between your heavy breaths, and teary eyes, you couldn’t help but wonder, how was it going to be, living here.

Well somehow, it wasn’t that bad. You found out you were living in the castle of the Tsaritsa on the east wing, and that you were allowed to explore it wholeheartedly as long as you didn’t interact with the guards and cleaners, that you didn’t leave farther than the gardens, and that you didn’t touch anything other than your food and clothes. 

And Tartaglia, himself, was bearable. He was always riled up when he came back from missions, always painted red but he always seemed to calm down when he walked into your shared room. And despite what you might’ve thought, he didn’t have a very high libido despite his looks. He always took care of you, spoiled you with whatever you might’ve asked and never forced himself down on you but there was always this undeniable violence about him. That every touch that would’ve been affectionate with anyone else, was rough with him. And yet you got used to it. And you got used to him, and sometimes, though rarely, you even felt comfortable with him.

‘’I’m leaving.’’ He told you, grabbing the back of your neck and pressing a kiss on your forehead, one of the things you had agreed with him on doing after much pleading (and a knife to your throat). 

‘’Goodbye.’’ You told him, handing him his sword as he left the room. Then, you swiftly dressed up, and left yourself, walking aimlessly around the empty halls. You wanted to stop by the kitchen to talk to the head chef, a nice old lady that was also supposed to be killed at some point, but kept alive because of her skills that pleased the nobles. You often spent time there, since she was the only person you were actually allowed to talk to other than Tartaglia. You weren’t trying to find a way out, because you knew how stupid it was. Because you knew that if Tartaglia found out, no matter how much he loved you ( which was still shocking to you) he would’ve slashed your throat, no questions asked. And so your routine was simply being stuck in a castle all day, like a damsel, reading or taking care of yourself. But well, it was better than having your rotting corpse strung from the ceiling for the lavish people to enjoy.

On your way to the kitchen, a knight which you had never seen before, was waiting in front of one of the doors. You thought it was strange, but paid it no mind. Maybe someone was paying a visit to the queen, they often used the rooms on this wing. So you kept walking, a bit more careful and yet, something was off. Because no one announced you off this. Usually when guests came over you were ushered quietly in your room so that they wouldn’t question your presence so why… And why, was a question you had no time to answer because before you realised it, the man, the guard had pounced on you. He grabbed your arms forcefully and pushed you against the door he was guarding just before, blocking any kind of way out.

‘’Are you royalty here baby? You look stunning you know?’’ He told you, caressing your cheeks. You tried to wobble, kind of like a crab stuck without oxygen, to get out from his grasp, shaking and leaning back but it didn’t seem like the man had any intention to let go.

‘’Come on pretty, don’t act like you don’t want this, I’m sure you don’t get a lotta action in here…’’ He leaned in closer, and you felt your eyes become blurry. He was saying word after word but at some point they all became background noise, as he kept pressing closer. And when he settled himself in front of you, he leaned in- keeping you from desperately escaping- and his head fell on the floor, his body quickly followed it as blood spilled on the red carpet. 

‘’Are you hurt? Did he touch you?’’ Tartaglia asked you. Kicking the corpse like it wasn’t even there. You trembled, looking up at him, then at the splashes of red on your hands. 

‘’I’m… I’m fine. What are you doing here-? Hadn’t you left?’’

‘’Did he touch you?’’ He asked again, examining your entire body, then looking into your eyes, almost desperate. You were completely out of it to notice. 

‘’No, you… Stopped him, just before he could do anything- he didn’t have time.”

‘’You’re safe now.” He said, grabbing your hand and beginning to walk back to your room. Your mind was racing; it ran blank and full at the same time.” 

‘’Tartaglia… How did you know I was-?’’

‘’I didn’t. Her majesty told me someone had infiltrated this wing of the castle. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

You stayed quiet, looking up from behind at the wide frame that held your hand so tightly, that occasionally looked back just to make sure you were alright, as your heart began to beat just slightly faster.

And back in the room, you laid on the bed immediately, closing your eyes, hoping to catch a quick nap, when you felt Tartaglia’s weight next to yours. 

‘’It’s still morning, are you not going to leave?’’ You asked, perplexed as you opened your eyes to look at him. 

‘’No. I’m staying here with you.’’ He said, adjusting himself comfortably facing you. For some reason, you felt the need to get closer to him, so you tried to move ever so slightly unnoticed by him,  which was stupid of you to assume, because he immediately grabbed your back and slid you so that you were now pressed against his chest. Your face had turned red- and every move, every touch, you felt it. You felt his muscles flex, his arm around your back and his face muzzled in your neck like every night, but this time it was different. You felt the smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of the snow and you swear- you were going crazy. So you looked up at him, and saw his dark blue eyes devoid of any spark, with his pale, freckled skin with small scars scattered on it, his messy bed hair that he never fixed and a singular droplet of sweat rolling down his adams apple- and something just flicked. 

Because next thing you know he’s kissing you. He’s nibbling at your lips, waiting for you to let him slide his tongue inside and when you do, he seems to go mad. He places one hand on your waist, rubbing constant, slow circles that derived completely at the pace with which he was kissing you. The other hand- he was using it to undo the buttons of your chemise like a starved animal. When he managed to do so, he broke the kiss apart, looking at you with a gaze that practically screamed lust. He looked at your body, removinging the piece of clothing entirely, looking at your breasts then at your waist, quickly up at your dumbfounded face and listening to the way you panted and he swore;

‘’That’s going to be the beat to which I’m going to fuck you.’’

Before you could answer he dove back in, undoing the clasp of your bra with one hand and immediately fondling with your breasts, but not for long because he realised that you were also undoing, or at least trying to undo his pants. He chuckled, muttering an ‘’eager’’ under his breath, before removing his clothing leaving him in underwear only. He lifted your skirt, feeling his underwear slowly moisten at the sight of your clothed pussy, your panties stained with a wet patch that makes him exhale shakily. He looks up at you. And practically knowing what he was going to ask, you nod quietly. 

To him it was like magic. He ripped away your undergarment, leaving him face to face with your pooling, wet pussy, that he so desperately wanted to ravage. The way a hunter should. So he slid his tongue inside, lapping at your walls in the quickest motions you had ever seen, making you let out loud sloppy moans at every single one. Yet, no matter how invested he was in his meal his eyes stayed fixed on you. You were sobbing salty tears of pleasure, at the way he was reaching spots you couldn’t even imagine, spots you didn’t even know existed, and he kept looking at you, his dead ocean blue eyes mesmerised by the view of you squirming because of him, because of the way he was eating you out. So he felt confident. He began touching your clit, rubbing circles at the same time as he ate you out and you felt your whole body tremble. Your knees were weak and you were twirling your toes, his gaze stuck on your fucked out sweaty face as you desperately  came close to your edge. Tartaglia must’ve noticed this, because he started licking your walls even deeper, curling his tongue around your soft gummy walls and rubbing your clit slowly and sensually.

‘’Stop looking at me like that’’ You breathed out, embarrassed between your moans as you came desperately close to cumming. But he of course didn’t listen. And you were already so overstimulated that you couldn’t say anything else. You pressed your hand on his eyes, to hide his gaze and to ease your bashfulness, but he didn’t seem to enjoy that. He stopped rubbing your clit making you squeal at the lack of stimulation in the area, and removed your hand from over his eyes. You were so close. So close to having probably the best orgasm of your life, to feel the wave of pleasure you were chasing but he suddenly pulled away. You squealed out, grabbing his hair but he wouldn’t budge. He looked up at you, a masochistic smile curling at the edges of his lips. 

‘’Tartaglia please!’’ You beg of him to touch you, you were desperate for your high, grinding the air.

‘’You hide yourself from me and then expect getting rewarded?” He asks, grabbing your hips and stopping you, resulting in a yelp escaping your throat. “Just be a good girl and listen to me.” 

You looked up at him, tears at the corners of your eyes as he took out his cock- which, you swore could not fit. He looked at you, and a guttural laugh escaped his throat, placing himself in front of your entrance. And with a swift motion, he sank himself inside you fully, leaving you moaning in pain and pleasure. 

“So tight… So good for me…” He moaned in your ears, kissing them hungrily. He put your legs on his shoulders, and without any warning, began to move- fast and sloppy, his hands pulling your hair as you cried out. 

“It hurts…” You tell him, desperately but your pleas fell on deaf ears and his only reaction was quickening the pace, paired with another hungry kiss, biting your lips until they gave blood.

You felt the pounding to your core. He removed his cock and you felt empty but when he pushed it back in you felt full. Your body was covered in sweat and salty tears, that Tartaglia licked off voluntarily off your face, smiling from ear to ear- and fuck. He looked beautiful. You brought out your hand, a puzzled look plastered on the hunter’s face but when it reached his cheeks, and you caressed it as your gummy walls were being absolutely bullied by his thick cock, it was almost like a flip had switched. He began- while you thought it impossible- ramming into you even faster. Your moans echoing in the room, grabbing the sheets, practically tearing them off. You felt overstimulated by every part of your body- every noise, his low grunts and moans paired with his compliments, the loud creaking of the bed, the whirling of the wind in the glassy window was all enough- all enough to bring you to a high.

“Tartaglia ‘m close” You whispered, your ragged voice not allowing you do more.

“Cum for me.” And his voice was so sultry, and you were so aroused, that your whole body shuddered on par with his rhythm. He leaned, his face almost touching yours, a smile curling at his lips as he pressed a kiss on your neck, placing his arms around your throat, barely allowing you to breathe, your pussy clenching his dick repeatedly-  and then you were moaning- screaming, as you spasmed around his dick while he kept pounding into you during your orgasm, not a second stopping his inhumane rythm for you. You squirmed under him, your breaths uneven and incoherent babbling as he shot his load inside.

He pulled out his dick slowly, watching as his seed dripped out of you, your face flushed red- your eyes sealed shut, 

“beautiful” he thought, with a satisfied smile on his face. He settled back next to you, pressing sloppy kisses on every part of your face and neck.

“You’re mine. All mine, I won’t let anyone take you from me.” Between your heavy breaths, you nodded, enough to turn Tartaglia hard again.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I am so happy you're back and seem to be doing even a little bit better! We missed you!

I wanted to send a little message, so you can ignore it if it sours your mood or you don't feel like dealing with it, feel no pressure at all! It's just this blog has been a safe space and the community has been so welcoming that I figured I could vent really quick

You know when sometimes the brain just has a really shitty day, like when you draw something and it screams at you that it's trash even though there's nothing wrong with it? I've been having a rough time with it deciding to scream that comfort characters would cheat, probably as an 'You are so unlovable not even fictional characters would be loyal' bullshit. Now, logically, I know this makes -67 sense. But, I was wondering if you could just reassure that like, Sanji, Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, Crocodile, Blablablablabla long list of One Piece characters you write for, would not cheat? I'm sorry, this sounds lame to even write out but I'm trying to get my brain to stop thinking that asking for help is 'pathetic' because it is not and it only applies that logic to me, never to anyone else.

I dunno man. Brains and bring human ate both though af.

I missed all of you as well. Really and sincerely. I have a tendency to go radio silent when I'm going through a difficult time and I hate it immensely, but hearing that I was missed to makes me all

And yes, oh gods, I know. My brain is frequently my worst enemy. Especially when I'm not writing. My anxiety starts working overtime and my creative drive becomes dedicated to coming up with problems that could potentially happen for me to worry about even more and it's an absolute bitch; or even when I am actively creating and a little voice insists that everything I make is stupid garbage.

This is still very much and always will be a safe space. It definitely is awful to feel that unworthy of love. Full disclosure, I've mentioned in passing before that I've been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder depressive type. My main issue is auditory hallucinations that like to insist that everyone I love and care about only tolerate me out of pity and secretly would rather I not be around, which leads to me isolating myself from people. Huge part of the reason I go silent when life decides to be a bitch. I know it's just as bad feeling that way about comfort characters, if not even worse, when we're supposed to have them to help us get through that kind of bullshit.

So let me provide a little drabble for the one comfort character I’m certain wouldn’t ever allow us to continue being so silly about our worthiness of love and affection, because we’re all worthy of such a basic human need. I may do more later, but one in particular jumped at the opportunity to provide this comfort, and I fear he may counter me with his dreaded puppy-dog-eyes should I even dare attempt to wait.

Good Enough

OPLA!Sanji x AFAB!Reader

Lil drabble thingy

SFW, Hurt/Comfort

Possible TRIGGER WARNINGS for depression, insecurity, self-worth

♫♬ Moonshine ♬♫ — The Fratellis (yes I’m STILL on my Fratellis BS leave me be)

"Never knowing is the most evil feeling, when every answer here is none too appealing"

Sanji had always been a flirt. You knew that from the moment you started working on the wait staff at Baratie. Your trust issues had made it a little difficult for you to open up around the young sous chef (and occasional waiter on the frequent occasion that Zeff kicked him out of the kitchen for insubordination), but it was his outgoing nature and perseverance that had ultimately won you over. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only girl in the world when you were together, doting upon you, all but worshipping the ground you walked on.

But when he was sent out to work the dining area, it always made you nervous. His innate charm, his handsome features—he was nearly always a hit with female customers. No matter how much you told yourself that he was only doing his job, there was always a nagging feeling that maybe there was more to it than that. Watching him interact with a table of pretty young women, who by their clothing and demeanor were obviously far more affluent and sophisticated than you, left you distracted in your own work.

Seeing how they giggled at everything he said, how they fluttered their eyelashes when he brought them their drinks.

How the pretty blonde at the table leaned so close to him while he pointed to something on the menu, close enough to brush her hand across his.

You managed to spill a tray of drinks all over yourself while you were watching, leading to a scolding from the front of house manager. You saw the table of girls from the corner of your eye, giggling at your clumsiness before you were sent off to clean yourself up and change your uniform.

No matter how much you told yourself you were being silly, there was nothing you could do to shake it. The doubts, the thoughts of how easily he could find someone better than you. You had your jaw clenched the entire time you were changing your shirt in the staff restroom, tossing the soiled one aside as you leaned against the sink in front of the mirror and forced yourself to take slow, level breaths.

You were still on the clock. You couldn’t break down. You had to get changed, had to get back to work, had to pretend everything was fine, if he found out you were being so stupid about this then he would definitely drop you like a bad habit, you had to compose yourself or—

Knock knock.

Your eyes darted to the bathroom door, your breath catching in your throat at the sound of the light knock.

“J—just a minute,” you forced out, flinching at the sound of your own voice breaking a little.

Stupid, you’re being stupid, stop it stop it stop it—

A brief silence followed your answer, a silence that seemed to stretch on for miles despite lasting only a few seconds. The familiar, gentle voice that answered after a moment made your hands clench around the porcelain of the sink.

“You alright, love?” You drew in a sharp breath, swallowing, clenching your eyes shut. Of course it was Sanji. You had almost hoped that the manager had come scold you for taking too long. That would have been easier to deal with right now. Your eyes darted to the locked doorknob as it rattled a little. “I heard—”

“I’m fine,” you said immediately, the strained quality of your own words as they met your ears making your hands tighten a little more on the edge of the sink. “I—I just tripped and spilled a few drinks, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You gritted your teeth, laying your head back to stare up at the ceiling. Of course he wouldn’t let it go that easily. The doorknob rattled a little again, and you glanced at it as if it were a viper poised to strike out at you at any second.

Stupid, you’re being stupid, don’t—

“You sound—”

You reached out and turned the lock on the doorknob, and turned away from the door, crossing your arms over your half-buttoned shirt and stared down at your feet. After a long moment, you heard the door open behind you.

Evidently you didn’t look any less distressed than you felt. His quiet sigh met your ear as the door shut lightly and the lock turned. “Oh, love, it’s fine,” he said gently, his footfalls echoing quietly in the small bathroom, closing the short distance across the tile floor between the two of you. Your whole body tensed as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his forehead over the crown of your hair with a quiet chuckle. “It’s only a few drinks, it could happen to anyone.”

You shook your head, your shoulders shaking a little. Stupid, it was so stupid, but the words were already leaving your mouth before you could stop them. “Oh, yeah, anyone.” You couldn’t stop. You couldn’t. He had a way of pulling all your insecurities to the surface that no one else did. You pulled your crossed arms tighter, staring down at the white floor tiles for a moment before shutting your eyes tightly, your voice shaking a little. “Especially a dumb screw-up like me—”

“Don’t do that.” His tone came out a little sharper with this, and your breath hitched audibly in your throat this time, your shoulders hunching as you clenched your eyes shut tighter, swallowing back the lump in your throat. As if to counter your stiff posture, he pulled his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you closer, his thumb rubbing lightly against your waist in a comforting manner. “Don’t, sweetheart. Please.”

The warmth of his embrace already had you relaxing a little. Your shoulders slumped, your body leaning back against him, but your eyes were still burning when you opened them to stare down at the toes of your shoes.

“Was it the manager?” he asked gently, shifting behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “If he was being an ass I’ll gladly kick his ass off the docks.” Your breath left your lungs in a slow, trembling sigh as you shook your head no, your gaze drifting down to his hand at your hip, still rubbing lightly against you, your lips curling into a fleeting smile at his offer. You knew you were being stupid, but… “Then what’s wrong, love?” he asked, his voice a soft, comforting murmur in your ear.

“I…” You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes as he tilted his head so his cheek lay against your shoulder. “Y—you—“

You swallowed against the lump forming in your throat, drawing in a deep breath, trying and failing to steady the whirlwind of thoughts swirling through your mind, thoughts of how maybe this was all a lie, of how you weren’t anything more than a silly little fling to him, how you weren’t good enough, how easily you could be replaced.

You bit your lip, glancing down as his hand found yours, watching his fingers lace between your own…and the breath left you in a slow, resigned sigh.

“It’s stupid,” you said quietly.

“If it’s got you this upset, then it’s anything but stupid,” he countered, and you had to purse your lips tightly to keep them from curving into a small smile as you felt his press briefly against your cheek in a soft kiss. “And if it’s something I’ve done—”

“N—no, you haven’t—” But how quickly you shook your head, how your shoulders tensed, betrayed your worries. “I…I just…” You slowly relaxed once more as he squeezed you against him, his cheek nuzzling against your shoulder, his soft blonde hair tickling against your neck. Still unable to turn your head to meet his eyes, you bit the bullet and forced yourself to voice your worries. “You have beautiful women making goo-goo eyes at you all day,” you said, keeping your voice low in an attempt to keep it steady. “I—I don’t—I’m not—” You bit your lip, your heart racing as you clenched your eyes shut, cursing yourself internally as you felt the tickle of a tear leaving your eye to trail down one of your cheeks. “Y-you could have any girl you wanted. L—like that blonde that was hanging all over you while you were showing her the menu, or—or—”

“Oh, sweetheart…” You weren’t quite able to mask the small sob that hitched in your chest as Sanji loosened his embrace—only to gently place a hand on your hip, guiding you to turn around and face him, to pull you against his chest as you tried and failed to fight back tears. He gently shushed your quiet sobs and stammered apologies as he wrapped his arms around you fully, combing his fingers through your hair as he laid his head over yours. Your eyes remained clenched shut as you fought to control your breathing , as he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead.

Sanji lowered his head and nuzzled into your hair, holding you flush against him.

“I already have the girl I want. The perfect girl.” He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, murmuring against your skin, “I have her right here in my arms. And I hope,” he said, his tone turning a little playful as he shifted to rest his forehead against yours, “that I’ll still have her tonight after dinner shift is over.” He brushed your hair behind your ear, smiling as he tilted his head to meet your gaze, puling a small smile to your lips as your cheeks grew a little warmer. “So we can cuddle up together on the balcony…watch the stars…laugh at all the drunk idiots stumbling back to their boats…”

You could practically hear him smiling as a few soft giggles escaped you, as you finally leaned fully against him and returned his embrace, your arms wrapping around his torso as you buried your face against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, relaxing against him. “I…I’m just…”

“I know, love.” The way he called you ‘love’ all but melted your heart now that you were calmed down, pulling a faint smile to your lips. “I know. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. And if it’s any consolation, I was in the middle of telling that self-righteous blonde bimbo how my sweet, adorable, beautiful girlfriend would wring her neck if she kept putting her hands on me—“ He chuckled as you whined in protest of his praise, tugging you closer and grinning, meeting your eyes without hesitation.

He lifted his hand to your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek, the warmth of his gaze holding yours.

“I—“

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

You both jolted in alarm, your heads turning in unison toward the sound of the pounding on the bathroom door. Before you could so much as glance at each other, a gruff voice spoke up from behind the door.

“We’re in the weeds, Eggplant!” Zeff called . “Get your scrawny ass to the kitchen! And bring your damned girlfriend, we need all the help we can get.”

A long moment of silence stretched between the two of you as you both stared at the closed bathroom door, before your gazes drifted slowly toward each other.

Before you were both giggling under your breath, as you buried your forehead against his chest, a broad smile spreading across your lips as you clung to him.

“I suppose we’ve been summoned,” said Sanji, pulling back from you only enough to gaze down at you, still smiling. “Shall we, then?”

[potato-lord-but-not]

once again being annoying in ur ask box bc i have more things to say <3

EVERY TIME I WAKE UP TO YOUR ART I SCREAM AND GIGGLE AND ROLL AROUND IN BED LIKE A SPARROW IN DUST. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. SEEING UR DRAWINGS GIVES ME THE MOST INSANE EUPHORIA, THAT'S LITERALLY ALL I WANT MY ART TO LOOK LIKE EVEN THOUGH MY STYLE IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT AND I SUCK AT CARTOONISH STUFF I WOULD LITERALLY KILL TO BE ABLE TO DRAW LIKE YOU. I SHOW MY IRLS YOUR ART ON A DAILY BASIS. EVERY TIME YOU INTERACT WIT MY POSTS OR ANSWER MY ASKS I EXPLODE INTO A CLOUD OF GLITTER. YOUR DOODLES ARE SO SILLY AND I SWEAR IT DOESN'T MATTER WHEN I SEE YOUR POSTS THEY ALWAYS INJECT ME WITH SHEER PRIMAL RABID JOY <3333 I SAW ONE THE OTHER DAY AFTER A 5.6 MILE CROSS COUNTRY PRACTICE WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO JUMP OFF A CLIFF BUT HTEN I SAW SILLY HUMAN JOHN AND OSCAR AND IT WAS CURED AND I WAS INSTANTLY REJUVENATED!!!! okay enough all caps my pinky hurts from holding the shift key down. i'm on my hands and knees begging my mother to let me buy better alcohol markers because mine are coughing and wheezing a collective death rattle and they are simply NOT SUFFICIENT to try to attempt ur coloring style. ALSO. our human johns are like literally twins??? giggling kicking my feet the way you draw him is so lovely and precious and gorgeous and stunning and marvelous and perfect and adorable and beautiful 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 he looks so squishable i think he would give the most marvelous back cracking soul healing hugs ever. AND OH MY GOD. MIGHT BE GIVING MYSELF AWAY BUT WHATEVER. YOUR BUTCHER DESIGN RGAHFHSLJDLJ I HAVE NOT BEEN NORMAL ABOUT HIM EVER AND I YAPPED ABOUT HIM TO MY LESBIAN FREIND (SHOWING THEM YOUR ART OF HIM) AND SHE DOESNT GET ITTTTTT HES SO AMAZING I NEED HIM TO TIE ME TO A CHAIR AND RIP MY FINGERNAILS OF(the pipe bomb under my chair goes off)

ahem. anyways. that concludes today's insanity. my sincerest apologies, it will happen again <33333 i think ur art is gonna get me through this school year

asks that heal your ailments and cleanse your soul— I need to tag this as something niche so I can find it again when I’m feeling down and need some encouragement from izel I mean from this random anon <3

[alllgator-blood]

ohh my goodness can you pls pls pls do a brush tour?? i love ur art so so much its so cruncy >:]

Yes I can, I appreciate your interest!! I use paint tool sai 2 which is kind of archaic, but I've been drawing on a wacom pen and touch small + using paint tool sai since 2012 and I'm too stubborn to move onto something better. I actually only use three brushes so I've made a little drawing where I only use one brush per character to show the differences:

Gonna put the screenshots of the brush settings below the cut cause it got longer than I expected:

I drew my three big faves cause frankly I am sick of looking at kallamar and narinder's smug faces lmaoooo ANYWAY. GOING FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, WE HAVE THE CHUNKY BRUSH. I use that brush for messily coloring things in, doing big blocky background shapes, or just adding texture to a drawing. It's my favorite brush to paint with but I have not....finished a painting for this blog yet...

Then for the crunchy brush, it's a tool I use half for lineart and half for coloring. I use it for stuff like changes in fur color/markings, drawing all the lines in the backgrounds I do, and finer details the chunky brush can't handle. It's also the lineart tool I use for my drawings where the lines are all on the inside of the chararacters but not the outside!

As for the smooth brush, this one only ever gets used for lines but it was created when I was so bored of my lineart tool I stopped drawing for a while. I wanted a calligraphy pen and had to work around SAI's limitations, so while it doesn't have that thin-thick angular effect that calligraphy pens have....I manually apply the pressure and it looks passable enough. I hope.

The brush settings are visible in the pics but uNFORTUNATELY I DO *NOT* remember where I got my stupid brush pack from. I literally downloaded the files before I was even a teenager but I *do* remember they're from deviantart. If anyone is for some reason kicking and screaming to acquire this ancient, crusty brush pack I'm sure I could throw it in a google drive

I have other useless information about my process if any of this is remotely helpful: for the anaglyph effect on my lines, I literally take a full 120 seconds to copy+paste two copies of my lineart, color it red and cyan, and then slightly move them up+down beneath the black lineart to get that 3dish effect. My flat backgrounds are just another sai preset texture, usually the checkerboard one cause it's swag. The rest of my brushes are just for utility or to fill in the gaps, that scroll bar leads to a bunch of empty space. They're not worth showing off just because they don't ever get used, or it's just like. The bucket tool. The select tool. A binary pen I never use. And lastly, for my usual lines, I actually go back and mess them up myself to get them to look more chaotic...my lines are usually smooth + even but it's so boring to look at and time consuming that I'm trying to unlearn that.

here's a wip of what my lines USUALLY look like with the smooth brush. You can see for the background I mostly used the chunky brush for shapes and then the crunchy brush for the finer lines! But yeah it takes forever to do smooth lines because I have nerve damage in my arm (it's why my stabilizer is maxed out...) and I refuse to use the line tool. In a professional setting I definitely make sure my lines are polished but this is just my goofy fanart blog and I want everything to look like it's been laced with crack.

I HOPE ANY OF THIS HELPS?? OR JUST SATES YOUR CURIOSITY, I try to not gatekeep the way I do my art so I have literally no secrets tbh

[muiitoloko]

Hi, could you write something half smutty half fluffy for David Friedman? we know he's an old grumpy whom has seen too much horror and can't express his feelings for the pretty little thing in his arms whose make him want to be better and she's too shy to try to push his boundaries even if she is touch starving and in need of more demonstration of love (I’m not sure I expressed myself correctly here 🤡)

Title: Birthday Wishes

Summary: David makes a request and it is fulfilled.

Pairing: David Friedman ( Judas Kiss) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Gun, and hungry for touch.

Author's Notes: Hey there, big thanks for your request! Hope this hits the spot for you, but I gotta admit, I might've taken a detour from David's usual vibe. If I went off track, don't hold back—your feedback helps me fine-tune things!

Also read on Ao3

First, Second and Third part here.

David emerges from the bathroom, the steam from his shower still clinging to his skin as he rubs a towel vigorously through his hair. His tired sigh echoes through the quiet of his home, a testament to the long hours he's spent poring over case files and chasing leads in his latest investigation.

But as he moves towards the bedroom, his senses snap to attention at the sound of movement coming from the front door. Instinct kicks in, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he drops the towel, his naked form forgotten in the urgency of the moment.

With purposeful strides, David makes his way to the nightstand, his hand closing around the familiar weight of his gun. The cool metal sends a shiver down his spine, grounding him in the reality of the situation as he prepares to confront whoever dares to intrude upon his sanctuary.

Heart pounding, David leaves the bedroom and strides into the hallway, his back pressing against the wall as he listens intently to the footsteps drawing nearer. The tension in the air is palpable, his senses on high alert as he braces himself for whatever may lie ahead.

As the intruder's movements lead them towards the kitchen, David inches forward cautiously, his gun held at the ready. With a steady hand, he rounds the corner, his voice firm as he commands, "Raise your hands up!"

But his words catch in his throat as he sees you standing there, your eyes wide with fear as you cling to a pot, your scream echoing through the room. The sight of you sends a shockwave of realization through him, his grip on the gun loosening as he takes in the situation.

"Fuck, what are you doing here?" David curses, his voice laced with a mixture of relief and frustration. His heart still racing, his eyes never leaving your trembling form as he tries to make sense of the chaos unfolding around him.

You, visibly shaken by the encounter, take a step back, your hands trembling as you try to process what just happened. "I-I came over to surprise you," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to find your words. "I didn't expect you to be home."

David's expression softens as he realizes his mistake, a wave of guilt washing over him at the sight of your distress. With a heavy sigh, he lowers the gun, running a hand through his still damp hair as he looks at you, his detective instincts kicking in as he assesses the situation. He notices how you avoid looking at him, your gaze fixed on the floor as you fidget nervously.

"How did you get in here?" David asks, his voice gruff yet tinged with concern as he tries to piece together the puzzle before him. "And what's all this about a surprise?"

You swallow nervously, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze as you stammer out your explanation. "You... you gave me a spare key," you remind him, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I-I came to give you a little birthday surprise."

David's expression softens at your words, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he remembers the spare key he had given you. He watches as you open the jar in your hand, revealing the array of cupcakes nestled inside.

Ten cupcakes, each decorated with care, a testament to the thought and effort you had put into your surprise for him. David's heart swells with gratitude, touched by your gesture of kindness amidst the chaos of his world.

"I made cupcakes because I know you don't like to eat a lot of sweets," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoid his gaze. "I... I hoped to surprise you when you got home from work."

David nods, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he realizes the extent of your thoughtfulness. He had forgotten about his birthday in the midst of his hectic schedule, but you had remembered, going out of your way to make him feel special.

As he watches you standing there, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, David can't help but think how pretty you look in that moment, all vulnerable and sincere. "Why aren't you looking at me?" He questions, his tone gentle yet curious as he tries to understand your behavior. "Is something wrong?"

You stutter out a response, reminding him of his state of undress, and David finally notices his nudity. He curses under his breath, embarrassment flooding his features as he quickly covers himself with his hands.

"Shit, sorry," David apologizes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he turns away, making a beeline for the bedroom. "I'll... I'll get dressed and be right back."

You nod silently, your cheeks still flushed as you avoid looking at him. As David disappears into the bedroom, you let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through you at the realization that you're safe and sound.

But even as you wait for David to return, you can't shake the image of him standing there, vulnerable and exposed, etched into your mind. It's a moment you know you'll never forget, a glimpse into the depths of his humanity amidst the chaos of his life as a detective.

As David disappears into the bedroom to get dressed, you find yourself blushing even more intensely as lewd images flash through your mind. The thought of David kissing you, caressing you, making love to you sends a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness coursing through your veins. Despite being in a relationship for six months, the two of you hadn't taken that intimate step yet.

You've always been incredibly shy, especially when it comes to matters of intimacy. David, being older and seemingly more enigmatic, added to your hesitance. His baritone voice, tall frame, thin build, and hooked nose only added to his allure, but also intimidated you. In the early days of your relationship, he was moody and rarely opened up, leaving you wondering if he was even interested in you romantically.

David's lack of romantic gestures and his seemingly constant busyness further fueled your insecurities. You hungered for his touch, yearned for more intimacy, but couldn't muster the courage to initiate it yourself. It left you questioning if he was gay, too shy, or simply not as invested in the relationship as you were.

As David returns from the bedroom, now dressed in comfortable clothes, his brow furrows in confusion at the sight of you fussing with the cupcakes and lighting a candle. His deep voice breaks the silence, questioning your actions.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

You glance up nervously, holding out the cupcake with the flickering candle. "I... I wanted to do something nice for you," you admit shyly, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

David hesitates, clearly taken aback by your gesture. He tries to protest, insisting that it's not necessary, that he's too old for birthday celebrations. Disappointment clouds your expression as you mumble that everything is fine, your disappointment palpable in the air.

Seeing the crestfallen look on your face, David sighs, realizing he's upset you. He pulls out a chair from the counter and sits down heavily, reaching for the cupcake you had offered him. Pretending to be in a bad mood, he grumbles under his breath.

"Fine, I'll play along," he mutters, his lips twitching in a half-hearted attempt at a frown.

You watch him with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he reluctantly takes the cupcake, his expression betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath his gruff exterior. With a small smile, you push the other cupcakes closer to him, silently urging him to join in the celebration.

David hesitates for a moment as he questions what kind of request he should make, his brow furrowing in thought. You can't help but smile at his uncertainty, finding his hesitation endearing.

"You could ask for anything," you say softly, a playful glint in your eyes. "But remember, if you tell, the wish won't come true."

David nods, considering your words carefully. After a moment of contemplation, he leans forward and blows out the candles with a decisive breath. You can't help but clap your hands in excitement, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. David's lips twitch into a smile at the gesture, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

As you pull away, curiosity getting the better of you, you ask, "So, what did you wish for?"

David chuckles softly, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "You know I can't tell you," he replies, his voice low and teasing. "You made the rule yourself."

You can't help but smile back at him, the playful banter easing the tension between you. With a nod, David reaches for his cupcake, removing the candle and tossing it aside before taking a bite. Despite his usual aversion to sweets, he seems to enjoy the cupcake, a satisfied hum escaping his lips.

Standing up from the table, David gestures towards the living room. "Come on," he says, his voice warm and inviting, "let's eat these cupcakes while we watch some TV."

You agree eagerly, gathering up the cupcakes and following David to the couch. As he searches for the TV remote, you take a seat, tucking your legs beneath you nervously.

Watching David move about the room, his tall frame towering over you, you can't help but feel a rush of affection for him. Despite his gruff exterior and intimidating demeanor, there's a kindness and warmth to him that draws you in, making you feel safe and cared for.

As David settles onto the couch beside you, you lean against him, reveling in the warmth of his presence. With a contented sigh, you reach for a cupcake, savoring the sweetness of the moment as you lose yourself in the comfort of his embrace.

He browses through the TV shows, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to find something interesting. You settle closer to his side, craving his touch as you always do, but beyond wrapping an arm around your shoulders, David does nothing, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, almost as if he's avoiding looking at you.

You try not to be disappointed, focusing on the TV, but the warmth of David's body beside you is a constant reminder of what you crave. Meanwhile, David tries to control himself, mentally cursing himself and trying not to appear like an old pervert when he desperately wants to touch you. Your closeness does things to him, and he can't help but imagine what it would be like to feel your soft skin against his.

He's acutely aware of your presence, the way you snuggle against his chest, the way your skirt shows off your beautiful legs. He imagines placing a hand on your thigh, slowly raising his fingers until they touch your... damn! Get a grip, Friedman!

With an excuse about getting a beer from the freezer, David gets up, leaving you momentarily alone on the couch. He asks if you want one, and you decline, feeling a pang of disappointment as he walks away.

In the kitchen, David takes a deep breath, trying to clear his head before grabbing a beer from the freezer. He returns deliberately, choosing to sit in the armchair across from you, leaving you alone on the couch. The distance between you feels like a chasm, and you can't help but wonder what went wrong.

David settles into the armchair, his eyes fixed on the TV screen as he watches the intense fight taking place. He swears lightly under his breath, clearly invested in the action unfolding before him. But his concentration is broken as you interrupt him, your voice hesitant as you ask if the two of you could talk.

He turns his attention to you, his gaze softening as he nods, encouraging you to continue. You hesitate for a moment, playing with the fabric of your skirt nervously, drawing David's wandering eyes to your legs again. He quickly averts his gaze, taking a sip of his drink to compose himself.

You finally summon the courage to broach a question that has been haunting your mind for a while. "David," you begin tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper, "are you... gay?"

David almost chokes on his beer at your question, his eyes widening in disbelief as he sets the bottle aside on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "What?" he questions, his voice laced with incredulity. "Where did that come from?"

Blushing furiously, you try to explain yourself, stammering over your words as you assure him that it's okay if he is, that you wouldn't judge him for it. But you need to know if he's using you for some kind of facade or something.

David frowns, shaking his head adamantly. "No, I'm not gay," he insists, his tone firm as he tries to understand the source of your sudden insecurity. "Where did you get all this?"

Your embarrassment intensifies, causing you to tighten the hem of your skirt even more, your fingers turning white as you avoid looking David in the eyes. The silence hangs heavy between you, the weight of your insecurity pressing down on your chest as you question if he thinks you're ugly, that's why he doesn't see you, why he doesn't touch you.

David notices your distress, his heart aching at the sight of your vulnerability. He gets up from his armchair and comes to sit next to you, taking your hands in his as he gently urges you to stop being so hard on yourself.

"Hey, hey," he murmurs softly, his baritone voice soothing as he holds your gaze, "you're beautiful, even stunning. Fuck, I wonder every day what you see in me."

You look at him then, your eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. But all you see is sincerity, a warmth in his eyes that melts away your doubts.

"Why don't you touch me then?" you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you voice the question that has been plaguing your mind.

David's expression softens even further, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek as he leans in closer. "Oh baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "I was waiting for you to ask, waiting for your permission."

You can feel your heart racing in your chest, anticipation coursing through your veins as David's words wash over you. He continues, his voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"I didn't want to seem like an old pervert to you," he admits, his thumb caressing your lower lip, "you have no idea how much I've had to control myself, how many nights I've spent thinking about you, imagining you in bed with me."

Your breath catches in your throat at his confession, desire pooling low in your belly as you realize the depth of his longing. David leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours as he whispers the words you've been yearning to hear.

"You have no idea how many times I've fucked my own fist thinking about you," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he closes the gap between you, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

As you kiss him back, the intensity of David's embrace catches you off guard. His lips move against yours with a fervor you've never experienced before, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. The realization that he had been holding back all this time, not rejecting you but simply waiting for your permission, floods you with relief.

Feeling one of his hands on your knee while the other tangles in your hair, you become acutely aware of the longing in his touch. It's as if he's still waiting, still yearning for your consent to explore the depths of your desire.

Breaking away from the kiss, you find yourself unable to contain the urgency burning within you any longer. "Please, David," you whisper, your voice filled with desperation, "touch me."

David's breath hitches at your plea, his eyes darkening with desire as he seeks confirmation. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and husky, a hint of disbelief mingling with raw desire.

You nod eagerly, your heart pounding in your chest as you give him the permission he's been waiting for. "Yes, David," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, "please, touch me.

With a fervent curse, David's demeanor shifts, his restraint melting away as he surrenders to the primal need coursing through his veins. "Fuck, yes!" he growls, his voice filled with a raw hunger that sends shivers down your spine.

In an instant, David transforms from a man who seemed reluctant to touch you into a dominant force of desire. He pulls your head back, exposing your neck to him as he trails hot kisses along your skin, his lips leaving a searing trail of sensation in their wake.

As one of his hands moves up your thigh, slipping under your skirt, you can't help but moan at the sensation of his touch. You lean back against the couch, surrendering yourself to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

David's touch is electrifying, his fingers deftly exploring every inch of your skin with a reverence that leaves you breathless. As he straddles you, his weight pressing you into the cushions, he releases your hair and cups your breast through the fabric of your blouse and bra.

The sensation of his touch sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatens to consume you both. With a primal need driving you forward, you arch into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating pleasure only he can provide.

David pulls away, his gaze locking with yours as he hovers above you on the couch. The air crackles with tension, desire smoldering in his dark eyes as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. It's a scene straight out of his wildest fantasies, and now, he realizes, he has the chance to make those dreams a reality.

A smirk tugs at the corners of David's lips as he revels in the power he holds over you. But despite the fire burning within him, he knows he must tread carefully, ensuring that every step he takes is with your explicit consent.

With a gentle yet firm hand, David reaches out, cupping the side of your face as he holds your gaze with his own. His touch is electric, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body as you meet his intense gaze.

In that moment, David makes his intentions crystal clear, his voice low and husky as he articulates the primal desire burning within him. "I want to fuck you tonight," he murmurs, his words dripping with raw desire as he waits for your response.

You nod eagerly, your cheeks flushed with arousal as you cling to his t-shirt, your desire mirroring his own. But David wants more than just a nod, he wants to hear you say it, to give him the verbal confirmation he craves.

"Tell me you want it," he demands, his voice a seductive whisper as he presses closer, his breath mingling with yours. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Your response is immediate, a breathless affirmation that sends a thrill of excitement coursing through David's veins. Satisfied, he releases his hold on you, rising from the couch with a sense of purpose as he helps you to your feet.

With a silent understanding passing between you, David leads you to his bedroom, his hand warm and reassuring against the small of your back. The anticipation mounts with each step, desire simmering beneath the surface as you follow him into the intimate sanctuary of his bedroom.

As you enter David's bedroom, your heart races with anticipation, your cheeks flushed with desire as you follow him into the intimate space. David's presence fills the room, his tall frame towering over you as he turns to face you, his dark eyes smoldering with raw desire.

Without a word, David closes the distance between you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek as he leans in close. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, anticipation coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach as you meet his intense gaze.

"You look so beautiful," David murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "I've been wanting this for so long."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, desire pooling low in your belly as you lean into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating pleasure only he can provide. With a primal need driving you forward, you reach up, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pull him closer, craving the taste of his lips against your own.

David's lips meet yours in a searing kiss, passion igniting between you as you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment. His hands roam freely over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

With practiced ease, David begins to undress you, his touch setting your skin ablaze with sensation as he strips away the layers between you. As the last barrier falls away, you stand before him, completely exposed and utterly vulnerable. But instead of feeling self-conscious, you feel empowered, desire burning brightly in your eyes as you meet David's gaze with unwavering determination.

Without a word, David takes your hand, leading you to the bed with a sense of purpose as he guides you down onto the soft mattress. The cool sheets provide a stark contrast to the heat coursing through your veins, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine as you wait for David to join you.

As David takes off his shirt, his gaze never leaves you, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you blush under his intense scrutiny. You feel a wave of shyness wash over you, unsure of what to do as you lay there, naked on his bed. But instead of feeling self-conscious, you feel a rush of excitement at the thought of being desired by him.

David has always been fascinated by your shyness, finding it endearing how easily you blush in his presence. With a soft smile, he asks if you've ever touched yourself thinking about him, his voice low and husky as he waits for your response.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond to his bold question. But under his unwavering gaze, you find yourself nodding shyly, your cheeks flushing even more intensely as you confess the truth.

David's lips quirk into a small smirk at your admission, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he watches your reaction. Without a word, he kicks his sweatpants aside, leaving him only in his underwear as he sits down on a nearby chair, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Show me," David orders, his voice laced with authority as he watches you expectantly.

As you hesitate once again, unsure of how to proceed, David gently guides you, his voice soft and reassuring as he suggests that you could close your eyes if it's easier for you. With a nod, you obey, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you shut out the world around you, focusing solely on the sound of David's voice.

"Good girl," David praises, his tone filled with approval as he watches you with unwavering attention. "Now, open your legs for me."

You hesitate again for a moment, the intensity of his command sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. But with a deep breath, you obey, parting your legs slightly as you lay there, exposed and vulnerable under his watchful gaze.

"That's it," David murmurs, his voice low and husky as he takes in the sight before him. "Now, use your fingers, but go slowly. I want to appreciate every moment."

With a tentative nod, you reach down, your fingers trembling slightly as you trace delicate patterns over your skin. You try to imagine that you're alone in your bedroom, late at night, thinking about David, and the thought fills you with a sense of confidence.

As you begin to touch yourself, David's praise rings out, spurring you on as you become more confident in your movements. His words of encouragement fill you with a sense of empowerment, igniting a fire within you that drives you to explore your desires without reservation.

But as you open your eyes to steal a glance at him, you see David sitting naked on the chair, his erection in his hand as he watches you intently. The sight sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel a surge of desire wash over you.

Your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you admit that you want his touch, not your own. The admission hangs heavy in the air between you, desire crackling between you as you meet David's intense gaze.

For a moment, David is stunned into silence, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the full weight of your confession. But then, without warning, he's on his feet, his movements swift and purposeful as he crosses the room to join you on the bed.

As you lay there, anticipation coursing through your veins, you expect David to come directly to you, his desire evident in every move. But instead, he surprises you by heading to the dresser next to the bed, his movements deliberate as he opens the drawer.

Your heart skips a beat as you catch a glimpse of the gun inside, a stark reminder of the dangerous world David inhabits as a detective. But he pays it no mind, his focus unwavering as he rummages through the contents of the drawer, searching for something specific.

With a sense of relief, you watch as David finds what he's looking for, a sealed box of condoms hidden amongst the clutter. He tears the wrapper with his teeth, his movements swift and purposeful as he rolls the condom onto himself.

Finally, David turns to you, his eyes dark with desire as he crosses the room to join you on the bed. He doesn't waste any time, laying down next to you and turning you towards him, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss.

As you lose yourself in the heat of the moment, David rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. With a husky voice, he questions if you've ever been fucked from the side, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

You shake your head in response, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you admit your inexperience. But David only smirks in response, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"Well, you're in for a treat," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he trails kisses along your jawline. "I'll make sure you never forget it."

As David whispers his promise, a thrill of anticipation courses through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you eagerly await his instructions. With a gentle yet firm touch, he turns you onto your side, his chest pressing against your back as he pulls you close.

You feel a surge of excitement as David lifts one of your legs, positioning it just so as he settles in behind you. His arousal presses against your back, a tantalizing reminder of the pleasure to come as he guides himself to your entrance.

With a husky groan, David sinks into you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you completely, his heat and hardness stretching you in all the right ways.

"Fuck," David curses under his breath, his voice thick with desire as he begins to move inside you. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you cling to him, lost in the intensity of the moment.

As David fucks you from the side, you feel a sense of vulnerability and intimacy unlike anything you've ever experienced before. His chest presses against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers filthy promises and encouragement.

"You feel so fucking good," David growls, his voice sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. "So tight and wet for me, baby. I could fuck you like this all night."

You moan in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumes you completely. Every thrust sends you spiraling closer to the edge, your body trembling with need as David takes you to new heights of ecstasy.

As David's thrusts grow more urgent, his baritone voice fills the room with a mixture of desire and command. "You like that, baby?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear as he nips at your skin. "You like feeling me deep inside you, stretching you open?"

You can only manage to nod in response, your body consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of his touch. David's hands roam freely over your skin, his touch setting you ablaze with sensation as he explores every inch of your body with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

"Tell me what you want," David demands, his voice low and husky as he urges you to vocalize your desires. "Tell me how you want it."

But your shyness gets the best of you, leaving you unable to voice your deepest desires. Sensing your hesitation, David's lips quirk into a small smirk as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers dirty promises and encouragement.

"I'm going to make you come so hard," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire as he trails kisses along your jawline. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, until you're begging me to stop."

His words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both. With each thrust, David pushes you closer to the edge, his movements becoming more urgent as he drives you both towards the brink of ecstasy.

As your pleasure mounts, you feel a surge of confidence wash over you, emboldening you to vocalize your desires. "Harder," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper as you cling to him, lost in the intensity of the moment. "Fuck me harder, David. I want to feel you deep inside me."

David's smirk widens at your words, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing more powerful with each passing moment. "You asked for it, baby," he growls, his voice thick with desire as he gives you exactly what you crave.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your moans of pleasure as David takes you to new heights of ecstasy. With each thrust, you feel yourself teetering on the edge, the promise of release tantalizingly close as you surrender yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.

As your climax approaches, David's movements become more frantic, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he drives you both towards the brink of ecstasy. And then, with a primal roar, you shatter into a million pieces, pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy as you come undone in his arms.

But David isn't far behind, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave as he spills himself inside the condom, his body trembling with the force of his release. He releases your leg, allowing it to fall back onto the bed as he lies on his back, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Turning towards him, you snuggle into his chest, seeking solace in his warmth and comfort. David responds by pulling you close, wrapping an arm around you as you both catch your breath together in the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

In the silence that follows, David hides his eyes in the crook of his arm, trying to contain the smile that threatens to spread across his face. Despite his efforts, he can't suppress the feeling of contentment that washes over him, leaving him feeling light and carefree.

Eventually, David lifts his head to gaze down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of your thoughts. "Did you like it?" he questions softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he waits for your response.

But when there's no reply from you, David lifts his head further, only to discover that you've fallen asleep on his chest. A fond smile tugs at his lips as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, feeling a surge of affection for you as you sleep soundly in his arms.

Careful not to disturb you, David slowly extricates himself from your embrace, slipping out of bed with practiced ease. He removes the condom, tying it off before disposing of it in the bathroom, washing his hands with a sense of satisfaction.

As he looks at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, a small smile plays at the corners of his lips. Maybe, he thinks to himself, he should make more birthday wishes when he blows out a candle, if wishes are going to come true as quickly as this one did.

After disposing of the condom and washing up, David exits the bathroom with a small smile still lingering on his lips. He pads quietly into the living room, the glow of the TV casting a soft light across the room. With a flick of his wrist, he switches it off, plunging the space into darkness save for the dim glow of a nearby lamp.

Turning his attention to the coffee table, David spots a lone cupcake sitting there. He chuckles softly to himself, realizing that it must have been a leftover from the celebration earlier in the evening. Without hesitation, he reaches out and plucks it from the table, savoring the sweetness of the treat as he takes a bite.

As he chews thoughtfully, David's mind wanders back to the events of the evening, a sense of contentment washing over him. He can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events, for the passionate encounter he shared with you just moments ago.

With a soft sigh of satisfaction, David wishes himself a happy birthday under his breath, the words carrying a sense of warmth and fondness. "Happy Birthday, Friedman," he murmurs, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he finishes off the cupcake.

Setting the empty wrapper aside, David makes his way back to the bedroom, his heart swelling with affection as he watches you sleep soundly in his bed. With careful movements, he slips under the covers beside you, his tall frame enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

As he settles in beside you, David's thoughts drift to the future, to the possibilities that lay ahead for both of you. But for now, in this moment, all he wants is to savor the feeling of your warmth against his, to bask in the contentment that fills the air around you.

With a soft kiss pressed to your forehead, David whispers one final wish into the darkness of the room. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm around you, holding you close as sleep claims him once more.

[heyidkyay]

And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Twelve

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way? 

Authors Note: This part took way too long to write. Had a bit of writers block ngl, but I managed to get it done last night when I couldn't sleep. Be prepared for a load of fluff but also some surprises. It's a good chapter, I enjoyed writing it once I finally got into it! But I'm also sorry for long wait! Hopefully the next will be along soon.

> Just a reminder! We left off on the red carpet with Mouse and Matty:) You can look back here if you'd like!

Masterlist

Mouse Updates! @/MOAMupdates 22m ago GFC Charity Event! The gals are currently live and interviewing The 1975! So far we’ve had Jamie Bell, Peter Capaldi, Dylan and Jordan Banjo! 2TIME @/user1 WHAT was that? 102 @/user2  chemistrychemistrychemistry Ugh! @/user3 SHE COOKED FOR HIM?? Soloveme? @/user4 What’s going on at this event?? It’s all over my feed😭 MILK @/user5 Screaming this is honestly all so mental Parisin75 @/user6 Wait so they’re friends now? Or is something else happening?? > Too_shy @/user7 Last time I checked but he seemed so happy on the carpet, and he wouldn’t look into the lens at all. His eyes were always focused just above it, either on Adi or Mouse! >> Drumonmepls @/user8 Couldn’t have been Adi!! She was to the left of Ross on and off screen!

***

It was days after the event that things seemed to finally settle again. For Matty, at least. Me? I was still getting the odd DM and tweet here and there, but I couldn’t complain, not with how it had been at the very start. Hordes upon hordes of people had come to make their opinions known on the stance of Matty and I’s ‘sudden’ friendship; fans had taken to both Twitter and Instagram, they’d called into the show, and a few had even turned up outside of the studio.

Matty had been helpful throughout it all though, mainly just finding ways to take my mind off of it and sending security down to the building just to ‘be on the safe side’. It’d been a nice gesture, sweet even. But had also meant that his management team had cracked down on him and the band, cooping the lot of them up in a recording studio and pressing them to finish up the album they were currently working on.

That in itself hadn’t affected me much, the whole Matty being distracted by work thing, because it had happened around about the same time that prep work for the Christmas period had kicked in. Which was basically a time where Adi and I focused on pre recording a few shows so that we could sail smoothly into the new year.

This year it had been hectic, to say the very least, but Finn had been a Godsend. Offering to pick up Teddy from nursery on the days when we were filming late and even keeping him occupied on the one weekend that we’d lost the previous day's audio- which had been a fucking nightmare.

Today though, was finally a day where I got some time to myself. Well, myself and Teddy, seeing as I’d completely and utterly missed him even with only having been gone a few extra hours in the day than usual. Still, the kid was my little ball of light and without him I’d be utterly lost.

“Alright there, Teds, what’re you drawing?”

It was a Sunday, the 17th to be precise, and so we only had a week and a bit left in the lead up to Christmas. I’d spent the morning wrapping most of Teddy’s presents before he’d woken and demanded sustenance- which, fair enough. But he was always a little moody whenever he first woke up. Bit like me, I suppose. And so, whilst I’d started cooking him his breakfast, I’d settled him down at the table with some paper and pens to keep him distracted, an old album by The Cranberries playing.

“Plane.” The toddler retorted easily enough, tongue poking out one side of his mouth in utmost concentration.

Grinning at the small action, I settled a cup of juice before him and then stroked a hand through his unruly hair. “Is that for mémé then?”

Teddy hummed, nodding his head at the odd angle it was resting at. I chuckled, always enamoured by his every little thing.

“That’s brilliant, bubs! I’m sure she’ll love it.” I assured him softly, trailing my fingers through his hair one last time before withdrawing to finish up with cooking.

“How many days?” Teddy asked once I’d plated everything up and taken my seat beside him at the table, immediately I knew what he was on about- seeing as he’d only asked the same question a dozen times a day since the last time we’d phoned my mum.

I pretended to think about it long and hard. “Um… about this many days.” I said, holding up six fingers.

Teddy’s brow instantly furrowed as he set about leaning as close as he could get over the tabletop to point towards each of my fingers. “One, two, three…”

“Six!”

I beamed once he’d finally got it, clapping along with him. “So good, you clever boy! Six- six days til mémé gets here!”

Teddy repeated the words in a breathy murmur, grinning gummily back at me as he wiggled in his chair. Then it was just “six” over and over again for a short while.

I tittered faintly to myself, shaking my head before we went about the rest of our breakfast in much the same manner.

It was almost ten to eleven when the doorbell went and I frowned at the thought of who it could possibly be.

“Mum, door.” Teddy informed me, still so invested in his colouring. I hummed softly in turn, wiping my hands before getting up to go answer it.

“Remember to put the lids back on.” I reminded him about the pens, tucking his hair behind his ear as I rounded his seat, “I’ll just be a sec, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

I smiled softly at his monosyllabic reply, listening to him mumble to himself as I padded my way into the hallway. From here I could just make out the darkened shadow standing on the other side of the door’s paned glass and flicked through a mental list of who it could possibly be, wondering if I'd forgotten anything that was supposed to be happening today. But I reckoned it could just as easily have been Finn dropping by for an impromptu visit, or Adi even.

Flicking the latch and pressing down on the handle, I opened it up only to blink at the figure that stood before me. They gifted me an impish grin as they pushed away from the door’s stoop and onto steady feet.

“Figured I’d just pop by, say hello.” Matty mentioned by way of hello, fiddling with an unlit cigarette he held between his fingers whilst I continued to stare back in surprise, “Studio’s been booked for the day, so I managed an easy escape.” He added when I made no move to reply, “Thought we could grab a coffee or something- if you ain't busy, that is.”

He tacked that last bit on in a rush, as though he was beginning to understand why I was so silent. He’d really, really caught me off guard here.

“Er, I mean it’s a bit out of the blue and that. Should've really texted, I know. But I figured I'd try my luck.” He blundered again, shifting awkwardly on my front step now, looking enough out of place for it to finally blink me out of my stupor.

“I-” I went to say but was ultimately interrupted by another voice from further inside the flat, one that was approaching on toddling feet all too fast for me to react to its sudden presence.

Matty’s eyes bulged a tad at the little face that poked its way out from behind my knees, and mine followed when it finally hit me what was actually happening. 

“God, sorry! You just- it’s- I just wasn’t expecting you.” I fumbled, arms reaching down on impulse to pick up the toddler by my feet. I forced out a heavy breath before plastering on a big smile for Teddy, who only seemed to have eyes for the curly haired man staring back at him. “Um, you wanting to come in then? I can do tea, I think. Coffee, even.”

I didn’t really give Matty much of a choice in the matter though, in truth, because I was sailing away to escape the sudden scenario that had started on my doorstep, simply so that I could wrap my head around it all. It was just as I made it back into the kitchen that I heard the door rattle close behind us though and then, as I'd perched Teddy back in his seat, I glanced up to find that Matty had in fact accepted the offer of a warm brew.

It was strange to watch it all fall into place for him, his eyes straying over toys that littered the livingroom floor, the tiny bike which sat in the corner, the star-chart that hung on the cupboard above the fridge, all of Teddy’s artwork and clothes that had been thrown about haphazardly over the last day or two.

I swallowed around my anxiety then, not really sure how I felt now that I knew that Matty finally knew. Because see, I had never really been sure. Teddy wasn’t much of a well kept secret amongst my longtime listeners but I didn’t go flaunting pictures around or mentioning him at every turn. For safety reasons and privacy’s sake. So I hadn't been too certain on whether Matty knew of him or not, having noticed that he’d failed to ever mention him in our texts or calls.

“Um, sorry for the mess. Work’s been a nightmare, and this is my first proper day off in weeks, you know? So." I shrugged a little helplessly, looking out at all of the chaos, then decided to pull on my big girl trousers and trek through this mess like I did everything else in life. “Tea, then? Or coffee?”

The small cough that escaped Matty’s throat echoed around the room once he’d found purchase in the kitchen’s entryway and his voice was tinged with a slight rasp when he finally spoke, “Yeah, uh yeah, please. Coffee.”

I smiled mostly to myself as I turned away to refill the kettle, my mind still whirling but finding relief in Matty’s obvious shock too. Whilst it began to boil though I had nothing much to occupy my mind with, so I decided to putter back on over to the table where Teds had started back up with his drawing and attempted to relax my shoulders. 

“Go on, sit down,” I said to Matty, pointing to a chair as I tried to steer us back into easier waters, “Feel lucky you just missed breakfast, this one tends to get it everywhere.” I chuckled lightly in hopes to fill the quiet I was met with.

Teddy glanced up at me then with a prominent pout, obviously not too pleased about my comment.  “No.” He argued and I heard Matty snort as he finally took a seat opposite, leaving Teddy to act as the buffer between us both.

“Uh, yes.” I fired back at the toddler, but little good it did me when Teddy only seemed to maintain his avid disagreement. 

“Uhuh. I eat it all today.” He reminded me, lips pushed out as his brows climbed higher up his forehead, leaning against the table’s edge again on his elbows. “See?” He added on, pointing a finger over towards where a sink full of soapy dishes now laid.

I smiled, unable to do anything but, though it was Matty who actually replied to him, which both surprised me and put me on immediate edge. “I mean, the little guys got a point. If you ate it all then there can’t be any mess, right?” He directed that last bit towards the little rugrat attempting to evade all guilt and I paused in wait to see how Teddy would respond.

Teddy appeared wary for a moment, blinking over at Matty in a startle, probably having not expected to be roped into a conversation, before his lips settled into something more like a grin. “Right!” He mimicked with a short nod of his head, his ‘r’ sounding more like a ‘w’.

Matty all but beamed at the sudden attention he’d drawn and continued to do so once Teddy started prattling away to him at a hundred miles an hour. I just left them to it, listening in as I padded back over to finish making the drinks. 

It was only after Matty had just about knocked back most of his coffee that Teddy grew tired of talking and asked if we could do something fun, eyes drifting over towards where we often kept his wellies. I knew just what fun he was looking to find.

I conceded easily enough, seeing as it was both his day as well as mine, and smiled with a gesture of my chin, “Go on then, but brush your teeth and find some proper clothes, then we can head on over. Alright?”

Teddy’s head shook up and down in rapid succession, already bolting up out of his seat to make a run for his bedroom. Matty wore an inquisitive look once it was just him and I, both of us sat on opposite sides of the table.

“The park.” I informed the singer, fiddling with the handle of my now empty mug whilst my eyes kept sliding back and forth from the counter to Matty himself.

The man simply hummed and leaned back in his seat, I was forced to watch on as he cast his eyes about the rest of my kitchen, taking his fill now that he had a moment to finally do so. I swallowed and struggled with the unforeseen worries of what he might see, what he might think of it all.

I wasn't well off, by any means. But I had a decent income, enough to provide for Teddy and I, as well as live comfortably. Though if the radio show suddenly dipped and we lost most of our viewing, then there’d be a whole different story to be told.

Even so, it was a much different life to the one Matty lived. That much I knew. So it wasn't too strange of me to wonder whether or not it met any of his standards. And how it alone made me feel.

“How old then?”

The question startled me somewhat, enough that I blinked and looked up at him without thought. My brows furrowed a tad and so he continued, “Teddy- was that it?” And at my nod of confirmation, he smiled at me for another answer, “How old is he?”

Caught off guard still, I gaped for a second and then forced myself to reply, “Um, four, he’ll be five soon enough.”

“Wow.” Was what Matty replied with in a soft murmur, his head moving in an ever so slight nod, “A good age though.” At my questioning look, he chuckled, “Or so I’ve been told.”

I hummed, mostly amused, then fiddled with one of the many pens Teddy had left behind at the table.

“They’ve all been good so far- the ages.” I said to him, rather stupidly, and grimaced around a low laugh at myself, “Just, I mean he’s a good kid, is all.”

Matty was smiling at me when I glanced back up, his eyes squinting with the strength of it. He knocked his fist on the table lightly, “Seems it. Just wish you’dve mentioned him sooner.”

I frowned at that, lips pursing as my nose wrinkled. I didn’t much like the way he’d phrased that last bit, because it’s not that I wasn’t proud of Teddy, I was always showing him off, constantly even. But I also didn’t feel as though everyone had the right to see to that. “Yeah, well he’s not a secret I’ve kept hidden. It’s just safer mostly.”

It was Matty’s turn to frown then, seemingly offended by the offhand remark. “What and that includes me, does it? You think that I’d be a danger to him?”

I stared back at him, brow dipped a tad, eyes squinted. Because I hadn’t meant to hurt him, far from, though could he really blame me for being cautious, for having wanted to keep Teddy away for as long as I had? 

“No,” I answered him, and it was an honest one, “But only now, after having known you as long as I have. I mean, you can’t really be surprised by the fact that I didn’t mention him in the beginning, Matty. I hardly knew you! I’d only ever had the picture that’d been painted of you in my head, I didn’t want that around him.”

He scoffed quietly at that and I heard the way his boot kicked out under the table as he shuffled further back in his chair to run a hand through his hair. “Yeah and what about now then?”

He had me there, I supposed. I sighed and raised a hand to rub at my tired eyes, this wasn't a conversation I had planned for yet, let alone on a morning like this.

“It’s hard, okay? It’s hard to know when to introduce him to new people, he’s only ever really known those closest to me, and after that it’s just been his nursery teacher and the handful of kids in his class.” I explained, watching Matty and hoping he heard the truth in my words, “And you’re this fucking celebrity people love, you’ve got places to be, fans to meet! I never once thought that you’d stick around, not for as long as you have at least. Or that you’d eventually pull me into your life.”

He looked up then, expression so carefully made. “And that’s a bad thing?”

I folded in on myself a little at his question. Unsure.

Matty rolled his lips together and dipped his chin in a slow nod, “Right.”

“Matty, it’s not like that.” I tried.

He was quick with his reply though, all but leaning into the table’s edge now, “Then what’s it like, Mouse?”

He hardly ever called me Mouse, from the day we’d met it had always been Squeaks.

I dragged a hand over my face and then into my hair, perhaps in hopes to bide my time, but mainly because I felt cornered. How was I supposed to tell Matty how much I valued him? His chaotic presence in my life, his texts and calls, his friendship. It was something I hadn’t known I’d needed, but he’d come along and surprised me. He had stuck around, even when I thought he wouldn’t, and he wasn’t asking for anything more than just my company. He didn’t have an ulterior motive, some trick up his sleeve. Or at least that’s what I believed.

“Does this change things, knowing I have a son?” I heard myself ask him, it was a genuine curiosity but I also had to know. I didn’t want to be strung along or let Matty into Teddy’s life like I had Finn and Adi, only for him to then up and leave when he finally grew bored of the normality of it all.

Matty simply stared back at me, those brown eyes of his narrowed as they flittered back and forth between my own, his lips parted slightly as he thought the question over.

“Do you want it to?”

And that hadn’t been the answer I was expecting.

Instantly I shook my head, dropping the pen so that my hands could fall limply into my lap. “Of course not, I like having you around, Matty. Me keeping Teddy from you has nothing to do with that.”

He continued to watch me.

Then finally he conceded with a prompt nod and I felt myself breathe in. “So, the park. Is there a spare invitation going?”

I let the air go in a stilted chuckle, smiling at the common ground he’d gifted us but also at the image of Matty messing about in a playground of all places. “Yes, yeah, ‘course.” I assured him, “Just, be prepared for any puddles, alright? He will soak you if you're within five feet of the splashzone.”

Matty finally laughed too, this soft thing I hadn’t really ever heard from him before, not in this way at least, and then grinned, whirling around in his seat when a stomping toddler came darting back into the room.

“Wellies ta!”

My eyes fell closed as I released another heavy sigh, “Please! Teds. Remember? Please, not ta.”

Teddy merely blinked back up at me and so I decided it would have to be a battle picked for yet another day. 

“Fine, go get them then.”

Matty snorted unhelpfully, which brought him to Teddy’s attention once more. “Need help with ‘em, little man?” He asked, raising a brow at me in hopes that it’d be okay.

I swallowed but ultimately nodded, I couldn’t not when Teddy’s curls started bouncing wildly with the nodding of his head at the question.

And so, I watched them go, Matty taking Teddy’s extended hand, praying that I hadn’t made a massive mistake here. Hoping that somehow Matty would prove me wrong and stay, for a little while.

–

The days after Matty’s impromptu visit came with little to no fuss, it was only when the man wasn’t in the studio that was on the phone to me- and by extension, Teddy as well, who’d taken quite the shine to him. Who could’ve known, hey?

Still, it was a massive change of pace. For me at least, I hadn’t managed to get a read on how Matty felt about it all, but I had yet to worry over it. Mostly because of the Christmas period and how stressed I’d been.

“Finn, I swear he’s driving me out of my mind!” I complained down the phone to my best mate, the thing was currently perched between my shoulder and ear whilst I attempted to throw my hair up into a half-arsed bun, if only to keep it out of my face. “The mess! I mean, it’s like a tornado’s gone and ripped its way through my flat!”

“He’s four, babe.” Came Finn’s unhelpful response. I huffed.

“Exactly! Four, how can someone so small create such a massive mess?” I stressed, trying to clear away as much of the clutter my living room was presently made up of as quickly as I could. “Mam’s gonna be here in,” I glanced hurriedly over at the clock on the far wall and felt my anxiety spike, “Just over an hour! I can’t let her walk into a bombsite!”

Finn laughed at that and so I scowled in retort, even if he couldn’t see me through the phone.

“Finn!” I admonished.

“Alright, sorry! It’s just, she’s your mum, babe. She won’t care what the flat looks like.” He tried to soothe me as he moved about on the other side, doing whatever it was that he was doing. “Why’s he made such a mess anyway?”

I gritted my teeth as I stepped on yet another rogue piece of Lego and just dropped down to start rounding everything and anything I could possibly see into a great big tub. 

“He’s excited, wanted to look nice for when mam shows up but also wanted to showcase to her all of his drawings and sculptures.” I told him, grimacing at the penstained action figure I picked up before tossing it amongst the heap too. “I’ve been in the kitchen mostly, cooking for when she arrives, so I didn’t really bear witness to the fact that he’d taken my permission and flipping run with it! You should see my front room, Finn.” I shook my head for the umpteenth time since I’d walked in and blinked at the chaos I’d been met with, “It’s a proper tip.”

I was given a resounding chuckle once more and simply decided to slump there on the floor, glad to note that most of everything had now been packed into the box. Out of sight, out of mind and all that.

“Finn, I don’t even want to go and see what his bedroom looks like as of right now. I can just picture how his wardrobe’s been overturned and all of his clothes have been tossed about the room.” 

I forced myself up onto my feet then, halfheartedly listening to Finn’s reply. I still needed to sort myself out before anything else and that thought alone stressed me out further.

And of course! Of course it would be in that exact moment that the doorbell went.

“Fuck.” I mumbled to myself, but found my feet already taking me towards the door. I paused only briefly by the mirror to catch sight of the mess my hair was in and tugged it free in hopes it’d help somewhat, “Listen babe, sorry for all my whinging but I’d best go. Door’s just gone and I’m guessing it’ll be that parcel I’ve been waiting on.”

“Cutting it pretty late there.” Finn said and I couldn’t agree more. It was the 23rd, Christmas was now only days away and still I’d yet to receive it- even after having ordered it well over three weeks ago!

“Fucking hell, tell me about it,” I groaned, opening the door up to be met with the sight of a big wrapped box blocking my vision. My forehead wrinkled in utter confusion, “Um, Finn? I really am going to have to call you back.”

“Why, what’s happened? Don’t leave me hanging! Who is it!”

The parcel dropped down an inch then to reveal a familiar grin and shining eyes. 

“Surprise?”

I hurriedly hung up the phone and shoved it into my back pocket, the feeling of bewilderment unable to override the instant worries that washed over me about what a state I must've looked. But I bullied those thoughts back down, ignoring the massive part of me that was currently screaming at the entire situation, for whatever reason I couldn’t even begin to really understand, cause it was just Matty, right? And instead propped myself up against the doorframe.

“What’s this then?” I asked, unable to help my smile when he was looking back at me seemingly so pleased with himself.

“Christmas, in’t it?” He replied all too easily, shaking the rather large present he held in his grasp to further the point.

“I can see that.” I chuckled, shaking my head a little at the picture he made, all bundled up on my front doorstep practically dwarfed by the box he’d brought along. “I just thought you were headed home today.”

He shrugged, an action that was made funnier by the large parcel, but continued smiling, “Meant to, just couldn’t leave without seeing you lot first.”

I blinked, startled by his words. But grinned when he merely widened both his eyes in exaggeration.

“It is fucking freezin’ out here, you know! Could invite a mate in.” Matty reminded me, so I hummed, mulling it over. But he wasn’t one to give up too easily and bribery appeared to be his best tactic here, “I’ve got presents. So open up or they’re going back.”

I narrowed my eyes in turn, “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but darling I would.”

I found myself grinning at him again, something I tended to do whenever he was around it seemed. There was just something about him, I supposed. 

He went to take a step back then and I relented all too easily. “Alright.” I laughed, opening the door up wider to allow him in. Matty all but jumped over the threshold, bringing the cold in with him, and whilst he set about shaking off his coat I went to close the door behind him, only to be stopped by a bright red coat.

“Oh, thanks.” I said in surprise to the postie that managed to time his arrival so perfectly. “Thank you,” I repeated for good measure, shooting my head up from the packaged parcel he’d handed me, “Happy Holidays!” He grinned in return, already taking off back down the steps and parroting the same sentiment to me.

I finally managed to shut the door after that and was met with a ruddy-faced Matty, who was wrapped in a big jumper I was immediately jealous of.

“Last minute present?” He wondered with a smirk and I waved him off.

“Ordered it weeks ago, got here just in time.”

Matty hummed and turned back to glance down at the big box that now rested against my hallway radiator, level with my hip it seemed. “Where is the monster?” He asked me, using the name both he and Teddy had taken a liking to.

My brow furrowed slightly. “You really didn’t have to, Matty.” I said to him quietly, looking down at the present he’d gotten for my son. 

He was having none of it though, rolled his eyes in fact and hunched over to pick the box up again. “Shut up.”

I snorted and couldn’t help but bite back, “You shut up.”

“Real mature, sweetheart. Ain’t you parents meant to be all boring and nice?” Matty quipped as he wandered his way into my living room, I breathed in a sigh of relief when I followed behind and found that my efforts in cleaning hadn’t been in vain.

“Ha ha. Should’ve taken up comedy.” I retorted to him, fixing a few pillows that sat askew on the settee, something to which Matty also rolled his eyes at.

“Nah, band makes more money.” He answered easily, like he’d thought about it before, as he glanced about for the best place to put the box.

“By the tree if you want, or you can leave it next to the chair so he’ll see it when he barrels in.”

Matty laughed and went with the latter. “You been alright then?” He asked me, taking the time to glance at all the holiday cards that rested on the mantelpiece nearby.

“Yeah,” I sighed with a small smile, “Hectic but that’s expected, isn’t it?”

He shot me a warm grin, nodding. “Christmas, babe.” Was all he replied with, which was fair enough, then he went to reach out to pick up a picture frame of me and a very very tiny Teddy. “When was this?”

I stepped closer and smiled down at the photo, “I was still in hospital with him then, my midwife took it.”

Matty hummed, looking down at it with a soft smile. It was then that I heard a thump sound somewhere down the hall, so I released a weighted breath and forced myself to step away, “I’ve got to go check on Teddy, he wanted to dress himself this morning and he’s been way too quiet.”

With another laugh, Matty let me go, nosing through more of the photos and cards which sat along the shelf. Something I could understand, he’d only been here just twice before, but even still, he didn’t care for how blatant he was with his nosing. 

I took the parcel with me as I went, slipping into my bedroom to unwrap and grin down at it. It was Matty’s, which is why its arrival had been so perfect. I'd begun to think that I would have to give it to him the next time I saw him. But now was as good a time as ever.

In a rush, I pulled out a gift bag and some coloured tissue paper, having no time to actually wrap it, and plopped it in. Making my way into the next room to see where Teddy had gotten to.

When I pushed his door open further than it was, I was only slightly surprised by the state of it. The rugrat in question, though, was stood by his wardrobe door, pulling an array of funny faces in its mirror.

“Oi mister, what you been up to?”

Teddy startled slightly at my voice but was giggling when he spun around to spot me. “Got dressed myself.” He stated, pointing proudly at the t-shirt he’d managed to pull on.

“Hm, so you have!” Taking in the jeans and tee combo he’d picked, I then grinned over at him, “Looking good, boyo. Could be a little stylist when you’re older, you know!”

Teddy gave me one of his impish grins and then darted over towards me. “No!” He dragged out in reply, hands clutching at my legs now he was near, his sweet mischievous face staring up at me, “Gone be like you.”

I had to press my lips together then to keep the strength of my smile at bay, his words making my heart swell. “You little charmer.” I chuckled, running a hand through his unruly locks, “Come on though, you’ve got a visitor.”

His eyes widened as he jumped back to rock onto the balls of his feet. “Mémé?” He asked excitedly and I almost felt bad about it not being her, but I knew how much Teddy had also grown to like Matty in the recent days so I wasn't too fussed.

I shook my head, “Not yet, soon though. But somebody else came to see you.”

Teddy’s eyebrows rose as he thought about who it could be and so, knowing that we could possibly be here all day, I started to steer him out into the hallway.

“Finny?” He asked, then, “Santa?”

I snorted, then shook my head to both. “Nope and no. Why don’t we just go see, hey?”

And with that I pushed the door to the living room open wider and watched on as Teddy gasped at the sight of the curly haired frontman standing by our settee.

“Matty!” He all but squealed, practically catapulting himself across the room to make a dive for the man.

Matty laughed, though also seemed startled by the reaction he’d garnered. He swept Teddy up though, all the same, and jostled him around before settling the toddler on his hip, eyes bright with something when they glanced over at me. I smiled, a heavy feeling settling itself in my chest.

“Alright, mate? What you been up to?” Matty asked Teddy, falling back onto the cushions behind them and stationing the toddler next to him.

Teddy replied in earnest, excited to tell Matty all the tales he had stored away since the last time they’d spoken, which had been a few nights previous over a FaceTime call. 

I shook my head in amusement and trailed over towards the kitchen, silenting motioning to Matty to see if he wanted a drink. The answer, as always, was yes and so I set about brewing him his usual, along with my own, taking the time to clean myself up a bit too.

By the time I walked back in, Teddy had just about finished telling Matty all the details of his last day at nursery (they’d had a party), which I’m sure the man had already heard about, but who acted as though it was the most brilliant story he’d ever been told. 

“One coffee.” I said in greeting, placing the two mugs onto coasters before taking a perch on the armchair by them.

“Ta.” Matty replied, grinning madly when Teddy cackled gleefully and repeated the word over and over. I rolled my eyes at the pair of them and took a calming sip of tea, unaware of how much I’d been in dire need of it. Whoever claimed Sunday’s were a day of rest, were liars.

“He spotted it yet then?” I asked aloud, already knowing the answer seeing as how I didn’t currently have a bouncing Teddy on my hands.

The toddler’s face wrinkled in confusion and he shot his head over to see me, I grinned from behind my mug. “Huh?” He sounded.

Matty hid his next snort well but then hummed too, pushing forward in his seat to grab at his coffee. “Oh his present, you mean?”

That had Teddy’s head spinning. “Where!”

“Manners, bubs.” I reminded, and Teddy nodded so quickly I was honestly a little worried about the whiplash he might face before his eyes were back on Matty.

“Please, present?” Teddy asked, pouting up at the curly haired man with a sudden urgency, his words butchered by his missing bottom teeth.

Matty chuckled, glad for the fact that he’d put his coffee back down in the toddler's haste, and then gestured his head over to the right. “You mean that one?”

Teddy’s eyes, if even possible, widened further, eyebrows reaching the tips of his curls and mouth dropping open as he finally spotted it.

“For me?” He gasped in awe, shuffling down Matty’s leg to approach it, all of his movements now slow as if his shock was stopping him from reacting typically. 

I leaned forward to watch on and Matty did the same, obviously nervous for Teddy’s reaction.

“For you, mate. Was walking by this shop the other day and spotted it, thought of you.” Matty told him seriously, smiling too whilst he wrung his hands together, foot tapping anxiously away, though unaware of it.

Teddy looked back at him, chewing on his bottom lip carefully, taking two more steps before he was touching the wrapping. He oohed at it softly to himself but I caught the way Matty’s face brightened at the sound.

“‘pen now?” Teds asked, his eyes drifting away from the gift, towards me and Matty both.

Matty looked over at me then too, the same question echoed on his face. I nodded with a small smirk, “Go on.”

Teddy’s eyes lit up and he spun back around to marvel at it once more, “W’ats it?”

The snort that escaped me at his ask went unnoticed by the pair as Matty moved to join the toddler on the floor. “Gotta open it up and find out, I ‘spose.”

Teddy’s grin brightened and then he fell to his bum so that he could pull the present closer. “Help?”

Matty blinked at the request and I was witness to the way his throat bobbed before he nodded, “Yeah, sure mate. Here, pull this, alright?”

Teddy did as instructed, tugging on a small opening in the wrapping. 

I noted as he began to tear away at it, how oddly wrapped it really was, meaning that Matty had probably taken the time to wrap it himself. My chest tightened again at the thought.

“Box.” Teddy announced once all the wrapping paper had been discarded on the rug behind him, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from outright laughing at the befuddled expression he gave Matty.

The man had no qualms though, simply chuckled at the question and leaned in closer to force one side of the cardboard box up a little, “Gotta open up that too, monster.”

Teddy’s brows drew together in concentration as he followed Matty’s lead, forcing the lid open more before a loud gasp escaped him. Matty went back to wringing his hands, fiddling with the rings on his fingers whilst I moved over to the settee to get a look too.

My expression faltered at the sight of the beautiful gift Matty had given Teddy. Inside the box rested a guitar in an incredible shade of deep blue, it was small enough for Teddy to hold whilst also being big enough for him to grow with. Even with my obsessive love for music, not once had I ever really thought about buying Teddy such a thing, not one of this calibre at least. It must've cost a fortune.

“Matty.” I whispered, but the man didn’t even spare a look my way, eyes trained on my toddler, trying to garner his reaction.

“You know what it is, mate?” He asked after a moment and Teddy’s little head dipped in a slow nod. Because I knew he knew, he danced around constantly pretending to have one in his hands whenever we had the tele or radio on. Where there was music blaring, there would also be a Teddy playing air guitar.

“‘tar.” Teddy stated in a soft voice, both Matty and I smiled at the way he said it, but the former nodded, pulling the instrument out of the box so that Teddy could get a closer look.

“Cool right?”

Teddy nodded silently again, reaching out a hand to carefully touch the wooden neck, blinking and reeling back when a string strummed. Before he then giggled and reached out once more.

Matty seemed to slump in relief, evidently glad that Teddy liked it. But I’d go as far to even say he adored it, never had he ever been so gentle with anything.

“Have you got something to say to Matty, Teds?” I prompted, ignoring the way my throat caught at the emotion I felt. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around it.

Teddy pulled his eyes away from the guitar to gaze up at Matty as though he was something other. I merely blinked at the reaction and before I knew it Teddy had thrown himself into Matty’s arms, startling the man a tad. Matty welcomed him after a second though, glancing over the toddler’s head to share a look with me.

“T’ank you.” I heard Teddy muffle into the collar of Matty’s jumper then, actually saying the words this time. It seemed Matty knew what that meant too, because he tightened his hold on Teddy’s waist a little.

“You’re welcome, mate.”

The rest of Matty’s visit was used to teach Teddy a bit about the basics of a guitar, managing to play an E minor and get started on an A chord. Teddy listened to Matty with rapt attention, barely sparing anything else a second glance, which was startling for a toddler, let alone Teddy who was constantly go, go, go.

Watching them was all too lovely as well. For someone with such a cool front, Matty seemed to melt around Teddy, succumbing to that of the boy’s charm and easy going nature. It was sweet to see, surprising but endlessly sweet. Had me losing track of time, in truth. Which is why I jumped and cursed the way I did when the door finally knocked. 

“Mémé!”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

104/150 with lethal company?

104) I can hear it calling my name

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[Y/n], January 29th, [Log 001]

---I'm afraid this will be my last log. So I'm keeping this encrypted.

Everyone's gone, but I'm still here. And I'm terrified. We started on this job as strangers, and we became family. Now I'm all alone because of a stupid mask. A piece of scrap we should've just sold off.

But he thought it would be funny to wear. I don't blame him. He was always a jokester, willing to do anything to turn a frown upside down and make light of our dreary trips. I know he didn't mean to hurt us. He thought it was harmless. Honest to god we thought so too.

Until he started vomiting blood and tried grabbing me. He tore off my helmet, along with my tracker, but I managed to get away. I still don't know how. But I wish I was smarter about it, because I got lost.

Then I heard the ship's engines.

They must've thought I was dead. Or maybe they all died and the autopilot kicked in. I'm not sure. I don't even know the current time. But what I do know is that I'm stuck here now. Possibly forever. I could make an SOS but that monster is still outside. I had to barricade myself in this storage room and wait until it goes away.

It keeps knocking. I can hear it calling my name. But I know it's not him.

To anyone who reads this, don't pick up the porcelain masks. They aren't worth shit. It'll tempt you to put it on. Don't. You'll find better loot elsewhere. If you see anyone already wearing it, kill them. Stun them. Run. Whatever. Just don't let it take you.

And if you see me wearing it, put me out of my misery. I promise I'll understand---

Finishing what would likely be your final log, you sighed and slumped back against the wall, letting the tablet slip from your hands.

You don't know how long you've been stuck here--whether it's been hours or days.

But all you know is that the Masked on the other side of the door hasn't left. It was using your coworker's corpse, mimicking his voice as it pounded on the steel and tried convincing you to let it in, even shattering the window. For some reason it refused to leave you alone, and kept begging and begging until it began screaming unintelligently...

That would go on and on until eventually it would cease, weakly clawing at the door, only to rinse and repeat once it rested its voice.

You were starving, trying your best to ration the jar of pickles you were luckily able to find in this storage room.

Unfortunately, that's as far as your luck will go at this point. They were sour and made you want to vomit every time you ate one. But while you didn't want starvation to take your life, you weren't exactly sure how you really wanted to go out instead.

It sure as hell wasn't gonna be from that bastard who took away your friends.

"It's clear....all clear......come on out....the ship is leaving..leave....out.....COME OUT..!! COME OUT!! COMEOUTCOMEOUT-!!"

With your heart hammering in your chest, you curled up and covered your ears, squeezing both eyes shut. 'Fuck, it's losing its mind again...this is a nightmare..why did I ever take this job?' You tried not to focus on the screams so much, and instead prayed for some kind of miracle.

But in space, would anyone really hear your prayers?

Yet somebody must have, because the screaming abruptly stopped a minute later, being replaced by the sounds of heavy thumping and growling drawing near.

You only knew one other alien creature that made those.

And you knew it was pissed off.

Getting up and backing away from the door, you fearfully clutched a stop sign as you heard a series of terrified shrieks, roars, slamming and crashing sounds....before silence followed, save for the low growls you heard earlier and chewing noises.

Cautiously, you went back over and pushed aside one of the things covering up the window, and the sight on the other side was quite nauseating:

The Thumper was hovering over the Masked's body, teeth covered in blood and flesh as it tore into it, clearly wanting to savor this midnight snack.. But eventually it decided to drag the rest of the corpse away and to another part of the facility, only leaving behind a few shattered fragments of white dirty porcelain.

You couldn't believe it.

You were actually happy that a Thumper, of all things, saved your skin.

But you sure as hell didn't want it coming back for a second lunch. Now was your window of opportunity to get out of here. The adrenaline pumping through your veins was the only reason you were able to grab your loot and book it out of that storage room, being careful not to run into that Thumper again.

At least now you could go outside and (hopefully) send an S.O.S.

[azrakaban]

Mr Corrigan - Lorenzo Berkshire

a/n: finished it ends with us at 2:30 am last night and was inspired to make this so enjoy this randomly put together one shot :) 

WARNING: CONTAINS A SMALL IT ENDS WITH US SPOILER THAT MAY OR MAY NOT RUIN A BIT OF IT. GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY. TRUST ME. IT'S WORTH IT. I WOULD PAY MONEY TO READ IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN. Bye :D

Edit: I started writing this months ago, but I just couldn't get it to a standard I liked. So finally, I have it to the point where I'm satisfied with it, and can present to you: Mr Corrigan <3

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"and then he said 'in the future... if by some miracle you find yourself in the position to fall in love again... fall in love with me.' And I SCREAMED Enzo! I screamed! I woke up everyone in my dorm and read it to them and they screamed too!" you said, flopping back onto your pillow.

"Atlas Corrigan has well and truly stolen my heart! I'm in LOVE!" you said, sighing and laughing at Enzo's raised eyebrow.

"I hope you're sparing some of that love for me then darling. I'm not sure how I feel about sharing your heart with your Mr Corrigan. I'd rather have it all to myself, you know? I'm kinda selfish like that." He said, smiling down at you.

"When you write lines like that for me Enzo, I'll kick him out and you can be the full time resident." you said, laughing and hitting him with a pillow gently.

"challenge accepted y/n. challenge accepted." he said, grabbing a pillow and hitting you back. "And I mean to the pillow war, don't get your hopes up, I'm no genius when it comes to writing." he said, shielding him from the cascading blows of your pillow on his head.

...

You dropped your bag onto the floor of your room, pulling your notes from your bag and sorting through them.

Throughout the various notes about Grindylows you found five scraps of paper, each with a tiny note from Enzo that he'd passed you earlier.

your eyes roved over each word, taking them in once again and smiling.

"I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as much as I do."

"I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings"

"thanks for being mine darling"

"not once have I looked at you and not had to blink to check that you're real."

"I'll take any portion of your heart you'll give me."

you laughed at the last one a bit, remembering his reluctance to share your heart with Atlas. But hey, what could he do? It was Atlas who was fictional, not him. (dear readers... I'm sorry)

you moved to lie back on your bed, sliding the notes into the draw beside your bed. you looked at the books beside your bed, reading the titles over and over again.

You were no Juliet, but you had your love story with Enzo. He completed you. your other half.

you noticed something poking at your neck and sat up, looking at your pillow. A slightly crinkled note sat on it.

you checked it was to you, before unfolding it. A magnet fell out, small and rectangular. You turned it over quickly to read what it said. "Boston: Where Everything Is Better." 

So he'd read it ends with us for you. That's it, you were sold, he was the one, you would marry him.

you smiled and decided to keep the magnet in your hand, waiting till you had finished the letter to put it somewhere. you unfolded his letter, and started to decipher his handwriting.

"dear y/n. I don't really know how to explain the effect you have on me. I don't even really know how to begin this letter to be honest. I'm no fictional character, and naturally I am not going to be incredible with words, so please bear with me while I try to get this onto paper. I might not be a certain Atlas Corrigan, Rhys Larsen or Edward Cullen (although he bears a striking resemblance to a certain Cedric Diggory), but I can at least try to get this onto paper.

People say "I would go to the ends of the earth for you. I would walk on fire for you. I would die for you. But I can't say that. I can't genuinely say that I would walk on fire to save you from something. Because, for starters, i wouldn't let you get into the position where you have to be saved. I want to be your protector, the focus of your mind, the only person you think about. 

It's not about having you as mine, it's about making you sure that you know I belong to you. Ask me to jump, I'd say how high. Ask me to give up my friends, I would (reluctantly though, so please don't)"

You paused to sniffle at that. Wait. Hang on. Sniffle? Oh merlin, there were tears in your eyes. What on earth? Must be hayfever. Your eyes slid back to the lettter, which was still going somehow. 

"Anyway, besides that y/n, I want to be the person who gets to memorise everything about you. The way your nose crinkles when you're confused, the look you get in your eyes when you're explaining your latest book to me, the un-natural ability you have to be able to guess what I'm thinking...

Other than when you're overthinking and you trick yourself into worrying that I don't love you anymore. In those instances when I have to remind you that I love you, I'll just pull out this letter for you to read. And if that's not enough of a reminder, then I'll hold you until the obsessive thoughts stop and you fall asleep in my arms, where you belong.  

Because that's one of the simple things I love. Just sitting, holding you. We don't have to be talking, holding you is enough. I just need to know that I still have you. And honestly, you consume all my thoughts. I won't say every minute of every hour, because lets be honest, I would not pass a single exam if you were on my brain 24/7. Sorry darling. 

I'm not going to ask you for another letter like this in return, because honestly, you didn't ask me to write this, and to be honest, I like that I'm the source of the love letters in this relationship.

 So y/n, once you've read this, you can ignore it, you can sleep with it under your pillow (little obssessive but I can excuse most things you do - this does not include murder, but does extend to Arson, Organised Theft and Kidnapping and Fights), or you can just keep it and treasure it.

Do whatever you want with it. It's yours. I'm yours.

Your own personal Mr Corrigan." 

The tears were freeflowing by this point, streaming down your cheeks. You flopped back onto your pillows, trying to act like the girls in movies when they lie back on their beds holding a photograph, book or diary. Unfortunately, you failed miserably with this attempt. 

You promptly banged your head on the headboard and cursed. So much for movie girl.You re-read the letter, and fresh tears sprang into your eyes, trickling down your cheeks. 

Enzo. He'd written this for you. Oh my merlin. All you wanted was to do something for him. But only one thing came to mind. Something he had mentioned in his letter. Big gestures could wait for later. All you needed to do right then was get to him. Find him. 

You sprung up off your bed, tears still falling, and grabbed one of his hoodies from your bedpost. Pulling it over your head, you ran to the Slytherin boys dorm. You quickly knocked on the door and the door opened. It was Blaise. He quickly looked back into the dorm and yelled: "BOYS! OUT!" 

They came quickly, Mattheo, Draco, Theodore and Blaise, filing out like a fire drill. It seemed almost practiced. Actually, knowing them, it probably was. You walked in tentatively, looking around the door. 

You could see him, sat on his bed, fiddling around with a scarf you left in his dorm once. "And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house" (ALL TOO WELL REFERENCE I'M SORRY I KNOW ITS THE WRONG CONTEXT BUT MOOOOOVING ON) 

He looked up and gave you a nervous smile, mouthing a quick 'hey.' That did it. You ran across the room to him, into his opening arms and he held you tight to him. His arms closed around you as you cried into his shoulder, the letter still held in your hand. 

"Merlin y/n, if I'd known the letter would have made you like this I might not have written it. I hate seeing you sad." He said, smiling sadly at you. You half laughed at that, choking back a sob, pulling back to look into his eyes. "Happy tears" you said, looking into his eyes.

 There was some confusion in them, but overall, just love. Overwhelming, brain shaking love. And what he did next rendered you unable to speak. 

Leaning forward, he kissed away your tears, fingers dusting your cheeks. Once he was happy there were no tears left, he leaned back and mouthed to you, "I love you." 

Unable to speak, you leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his, trying to put a lot of unsaid words into the kiss. His lips pushed back against yours, knowing what you were trying to say. 

You pulled back after a while, trying to speak.

 "Enzo- I-"

 A finger touched to your lips, silencing you. 

His eyes locked with yours. 

"It's okay. I know." 

You nodded, still slightly breathless, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, returning his hold. Your lips neared his ear and a few words escaped your lips. 

"I guess I'm yours too, my Mr Corrigan."

I'm lazy but I have decided to dedicate this part to @lavenderorlilac for being easily my favourite reader and follower both on TikTok and over here. Thank you love ❤️

[x-aefx]

Back to you - Ellie Williams

Pairing: Ellie Williams x female reader

Modern au!

Summary: college!ellie au. Having once been close friends, Ellie and you begin to talk again while new feelings bloom and old ones return.

Part one

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“Fuck!” You whisper yelled as you stared at your clock on your messy desk, internally wishing the hour would go back two hours so you wouldn’t be late for your first class since spring break.

Throwing an envious glance at your roommate, Lily, who didn’t have class until the afternoon, you climbed out of bed still half asleep. Walking to your dresser you pulled out the first thing your cold hands touched, your ‘Queen’ band t-shirt and black cuffed jeans. Brushing your hair quickly and spraying perfume you had no memory of buying, you awkwardly put on your shoes whilst trying to maintain balance in your standing position. Turning to your desk you grabbed the textbooks stacked on top of each other and your bag that was on the ground. You stole a quick glance in the mirror and said a mental ‘thank goodness’ for your somewhat decent appearance.

Grabbing the tin of mints on the edge of the desk you made your way out of the dorm and across the campus to your class.

Any other day and you would’ve taken your time seeing as you were already going to be late, but you wanted to get a good seat in class. Sure there was technically nothing stopping you from taking somebody else’s seat tomorrow when you would hopefully arrive on time, but you didn’t want to be that person.

Trying to hide your disappointment and annoyance as you walked into the class seeing you were probably the last to arrive, you looked to where your usual seat at the back beside the classroom wall was, now occupied by a girl who had the brightest blue eyes and straightest hair you had ever seen sat laughing loudly to her friend who looked nearly the same.

‘my fault for being late’ you thought bitterly to yourself.

Your eyes scanned the classroom for an empty seat. Finding one in the middle row you made your way towards it. Dropping your books on the desk and your bag on the floor you sat down. Not a moment later you felt someone kicking the back of your chair.

“what the fuc-“

“language’”

“seriously Dina?”

“someone's in a mood”

“Shut it Jesse”

“Hey!”

“You’re going to the party this Friday aren’t you? The one for Stacey’s birthday?” Dina asked smiling enthusiastically, seemingly not paying attention to Jesse’s angry mumbling about how rude people were.

“I can’t promise anything Dina” you sighed. “I could really use some time for myself”

“You had plenty time for yourself over spring break!” Dina pointed out.

“Yeah and I miss it already”

Jesse snorted at the comment earning a hit to the arm from Dina.

“Ow! Christ woman I’m fragile!”

“Oh I know” Dina rolled her dark eyes, “what about you Ellie? Your going right?”

You turned to the side slightly surprised having not noticed Ellie sat beside you. Hair tied in a half up- half down style, the sleeve of her blue flannel rolled up her forearms revealing her tattoo, legs stretched out to their full length under the table, Ellie Williams screamed confidence. Her attention focused entirely on what she was drawing in her sketchbook, Ellie didn’t notice her friend mention her name.

You doubted she even noticed you sat beside her if it weren’t for Jesse nudging her arm with his leg causing her pen to trail a messy line on the page

“hey what the fuck!”

“language! Honestly you two have the most foul mouths” Dina’s eyes glanced in your direction before looking back at Ellie. That’s when Ellie’s green eyes met yours. It was a quick glance but it was enough for you to look into those familiar green eyes.

“what’s up” Ellie ignored Dina’s comment. She placed her pencil on her desk and turned her body to face Dina and Jesse who sat behind her.

“will you be at the party on Friday?” Dina wasted no time in asking her friend.

“Eh-well, I was just planning on staying in.” Ellie looked at Dina with a guilty smile.

“Ellie!” Dina pleaded pouting her lips to really persuade the girl.

“Dina-“

“it will be so much fun I promise! And Y/N is going and everything!”

“wait no-Dina I never actually-!”

“please Ellie! You’ll have a good night, I swear!” Dina made her best puppy dog eyes. Ellie found herself accepting the invitation before she could really comprehend what she was doing. She never fell for Dina’s pleading looks yet she said yes.

Dina made a triumphant noise, her smile wide as she thought about the upcoming party she and her closest friends will be attending. Jesse smiled at his girlfriend, shaking his head with a chuckle at her antics.

Turning back around in your chair you opened your textbook to the page written on the whiteboard by your professor who was only now arriving. You never had a hard time concentrating in class, yet today you did. You couldn’t make your eyes move from word to word instead staring blankly at the white page.

“Ethan hasn’t quit staring at you since you walked in. It’s quite annoying.” A voice muttered.

Your head snapped to the side making eye contact with Ellie. Her brows furrowed as if in deep thought.

If you looked over to the other side of the classroom you would of noticed the captain of the basketball team, Ethan Gilbert, making heart eyes at you. But you didn’t break the eye contact between you and Ellie.

You didn’t think she had noticed you. Sure you and Ellie were close once, at the very start of college. You considered her your best friend but you two became distant with each other over time for reasons you were unsure of. Ever since then you presumed Ellie Williams had erased you from her life, that was how it felt for you anyway. To hear her say something to you at all was a change after all this time.

“What can I say Williams? I’m a total catch.” You shrugged your shoulders sending her a wink.

Ellie only scoffed before turning back to her drawing, a beautiful farmhouse you recognized as her home from the picture you had seen in her dorm. You noticed her smiling but said nothing.

[hazyhaiz]

Afterparty

Jennie Kim x Male Reader

Length: 984 words

A/N: Repost because I accidentally deleted the other one xoxo

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"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed as he rammed his cock into me. His thick, dark meat filled me with each hard thrust. My wet pussy engulfed him each time he drove it in.

He is tall, well muscled black guy with his head shaved. We had met earlier that night at the pinkchella afterparty. We had been dancing close all night. He loved my nice round bubble butt. He said that he had always wanted to fuck an Asian, and I was glad to make that wish come true. He ripped my clothes off as soon as we were in the room. I kicked the door shut while he stripped off his clothes.

As soon as I saw his cock I was down on my knees. I slid my tongue up and down its length till it was hard as a rock. It had to be nine inches long and was so thick I did not know if I could get my mouth around it. That was not going to stop me from trying.

"Mmm, that is a nice cock" I told him before slipping my lips over the head. My lips formed a tight suction around his cock as I slid one hand down to my pussy. I was already soaked. As I sucked him with my full lips, my tongue swirled around the head. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I licked along the thick veins that ran along the shaft.

"Fuck, you are good at that Jennie" he told me as he wrapped his hands in my luscious, dark hair. He pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I let it slide in, swallowing it down. I took it all the way into my throat till my lips were pressed to the base of his cock. I then gave him my specialty. I let my tongue slide out of my mouth while I still had his cock in my throat. I slipped out and licked his balls.

"Oh FUCK! You are good at this slut" he groaned as I slid my mouth back up his cock.

I let his cock plop out of my mouth as I looked up at him and smiled. I held up my hand that was slick with my pussy juice as I said, "Now let's get that cock in me."

He picked me up with a grin and threw me on the bed. I spread my legs wide and leaned back. He wasted no time putting the head of his cock at my slick entrance. He thrust it in with a single hard slam of his hips. We both let out a moan as he slid his thick cock in to my wet, hot pussy. His massive black tool was the biggest I had ever had in me.

He started fucking me hard. His dark chocolate skin was a contrast to my lighter skin as we fucked like wild animals. I know everyone down at the party had to hear my obscene screams. He kept drilling into me as I opened my legs wider. He grabbed my full, firm tits roughly with his big, dark hands. I arched them into his grasp as I tried to draw his cock deeper into me.

"You Asians really do get fucking wet" he told me as he rapidly slammed his black cock into my hot pussy.

"And you black guys really do have fuck huge cocks" I moaned in response. "Now fuck me hard."

Then without warning he pulled out of me and flipped me over so I was bent over the bed. I was shocked for a second then gave aloud moan as I felt his cock enter me from behind. I wrapped my fingers in the sheets as he drove into me wildly. He reached down and grabbed my hair. He yanked it with each thrust and I screamed even louder.

"Yes, yes, yes, ooohh fucking YESSSS!" I yelled as he rammed his hard, dark meat in and out of my burning pussy. He gave my round ass a hard slap that made me scream at the top of my lungs for him to fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

I could feel myself building towards the edge. By the sound of his groans, he was close too. I slammed back to meet his thrusts as he drilled away. The fire inside of me was white hot as I neared my peak. With a final hard thrust he sent me spiraling over the edge.

"Oooohhh fuuuucckkk yesssss!" I screamed as my hold body went into a spasm. It was one of them most intense orgasms I had ever had. The fire in my belly went spreading through me as my pussy clenched around his cock like a vice. I arched my back as I squirted a flood of juice out.

He kept pounding me as my whole body was wracked with pleasure. As the waves of intense ecstasy slowed down he pulled his cock out of my burning whole. I turned around and got on my knees. He was stroking his long, black shaft. My pussy juices were making it nice and slick for him. I turned my face up to him as one hand reached down to finger my still horny pussy and the other squeezed my tits.

"FUCK!" he groaned as he blew his load. Thick strands of milky white cum hit my face and chest. They splattered against my skin as he panted. I licked his salty cream from my lips then brought one of my tits up to suck it off.

"What did you think of your first black cock?" he asked.

I reached up and grabbed his cock then said, "Fucking wonderful. What did you think of your first Asian?"

"All I had hoped for" he said with a grin as I licked his cock clean.