#your dar ling

[heartfullofleeches]

Follow up to Self Aware Male Yan in a Fem Dating Sim Game-

Another idea I had for it is Darling is beta testing the game for an old friend who's in love with them, but thinks they're only into women and the Yan is like a reflection of those buried feelings-

"They say artists put alot of themselves into their work.... You think this has got anything to do with that-"

Darling points at the image of a beautiful man wearing a wedding dress laid out in their in game character's bed-

"Dar-ling~ See? I can wear a wedding dress too. That means I can be your wife, right? Hey, who's that with you? Are you cheating on me again?"

Their friend quickly shuts their laptop.

"Probably just a bug."

[crepezinhos]

The Power of Lyrics

POV: All Scaramouche was supposed to do was sing a song that the crowd was asking for, but he should’ve known that would’ve been a bad idea to him and you.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is an angsty SFW Oneshot

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— AU is: Modern

— Rockstar!Scara x Common!Reader

— Mentions of vomiting, toxic relationships and death threats

“Something bad is ‘bout to happen to me.” You watched the stage’s lights slowly fade from white into an intimate red tone, making Scaramouche look even more hypnotizing in that black tank top and blue jeans along with his wine-red guitar.

The whole crowd started screaming in extreme excitement as the words came out of his mouth. It’s been almost a year since he last sang it to a crowd and they’ve been begging for him to sing it the whole show after all.

“I don’t know what, but I feel it coming.” He looked down at the multiple fans in the front rows of the audience, admiring the passion and joy in their faces.

But you knew he couldn’t really keep his eyes on one direction for too long, so he quickly swayed his head around to make contact with the people in the back as he breathed in and out for the next lines. He would frequently talk a lot about these little details and rules of performing to you.

“Might be so sad, might leave my nose running.” Was it worrying for you to be already feeling sick and wanting to stop Kaveh from showing you what was going to happen on that clip?

“I just hope she don’t wanna leave me.” What an awful feeling of nostalgia… making your heart ache in grief for something you didn’t wish to be grieving for.

But inevitably, his voice was bringing your mind back to many years ago to when he first sang that line to you.

It was your three-year anniversary as college lovebirds and you two were in a private room in your mutually favorite restaurant. Scaramouche was deeply in-love with you, but was struggling with money during that era, so he opted to give you that song as a gift instead. You even remember tearing up while listening to his gentle voice singing it, after all, every line of it was a reflection of how Scaramouche felt about you.

And right after it… he proposed to you.

“Don’t you give me up, please, don’t give up.”

“Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby.”

You were the one that convinced him to publish it after a few talks about his career, which fairly resulted on his first hit and the beginning of his career. The pride you two shared from that achievement convinced you to play it during your marriage’s party while swaying with each other in the dancing hall with other couples around. You, in that beautiful white dress and makeup, and him, looking so elegant in that black tuxedo. The both of you under multiple red lights just like Scaramouche was in that stage, but alone.

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe.”

“Only you, darling, only you, babe.”

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe.”

“Only you, darling, only you.”

The crowd begun turning on their phone’s flashlights and swaying them according to the chorus’ rhythm and their voices noticeably rose in volume. After all, it was the catchiest part of the music.

“Something bad is ‘bout to happen to me.”

“Why I feel this way, I don’t know, maybe.”

“I think of her so much it drives me crazy.”

“I just don’t want her to leave meEEh.”

Your eyebrows rose when you heard that voice crack.

Scaramouche’s voice never cracked during one of his shows, or at least, not so enormously like that.

Perhaps this was when it would begin.

The microphone attached to the back of his ear slightly captured noises of what you recognized as Scaramouche clearing his throat. You heard him do it many times in his studio.

“Don’t you give me up, please, don’t give up.”

“Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby.”

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe.”

“Only you, darling, only you, babe.”

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe…”

“Only you… dar— ling… only you…”

Scaramouche would typically walk around the stage during these quiet moments, jamming his head and feet according the beat, or he would interact with the crowd, making gestures or questions. But, since Kaveh gave you a preview of what was going to happen in that clip, you weren’t surprised to see him struggling to keep composure, but you were a little hurt and awkward to see how it was happening.

Scaramouche wasn’t doing anything, not even playing the guitar. He was just pathetically standing in front of millions while staring at the edge of the stage along with a few sighs being caught by the microphone.

The awkward ambient he created was giving you an unbearable secondhand embarrassment. Thankfully, from the point-of-view you were watching the clip from, the camera could still sneak underneath his hair and capture his face, and his facial expression seemed a little worried, as if he was disassociating with the moment. After all, he had almost disconnected with the song’s rhythm.

Perhaps, it was done, right? You couldn’t keep looking at him like that. Scaramouche almost had an episode mid-stage, but now that the song went on its little break, where only a romantic guitar solo would happen, he would use it to think strategically, regain his facade and continue singing normally, right?

“Keep watching.” Your colleague, Kaveh, tapped on your shoulder when he realized you weren’t too focused on the video anymore, which forced your eyes to linger back on the screen of his phone.

���Is he ok?” The person that probably owned the phone where the POV came from mumbled the question, their voice being muffled by the hundred other noises in the moment.

Buzz…

Buzz…

You felt something vibrate in your left thigh. You immediately figured it was your phone since it came from right where your stuffed pocket was, and Kaveh decided to pull his phone away to pause the clip.

“Who is it?!” He asked desperately as you pulled your phone out.

Scaramouche

“… It’s him.” You weren’t exactly surprised, but Kaveh certainly was entertained with the occasion.

“Are you going to…” He could barely hide his worry and excitement.

“Answer? No.” You quickly placed your thumb on top of the red button that was being shown at your screen, which made Kaveh get slightly disappointed, but he preferred to not comment about it.

You decided to place your phone at your desk this time, making it more accessible than your pants in case he called again.

Kaveh brought his phone back to your eyes again, and clicked the pause button to unpause it.

Scaramouche was still standing at the same spot with a breathing rhythm that was growing in speed and intensity every second.

Closer to the end of the guitar solo, Scaramouche placed a hand on his mouth. And then, it quickly panicked and moved upwards to pull most of his hair backwards.

When the solo was finally done, and the song was supposed to be back, nothing came out of his throat, just breathless sighs that were finally cracking into whimpers.

“Is he having a panic attack?” The phone’s owner asked again, zooming closer to his face.

The millions of people around him were awkwardly quiet and confused, whispering to each other and making questions. It even made you feel pity for Scaramouche’s situation. Everyone wanted to know what was going on, if Scaramouche was actually breaking down or if this was some trick to catch everyone’s attention, and perhaps get himself a viral clip on social media, or if he had actually forgot the lyrics.

Finally, Scaramouche rose his head in a blink, desperately wanting to see how disastrous his situation had become, but everyone just focused on one thing.

A tear.

Or… actually…

Two falling tears.

“He’s crying!” The phone’s owner sighed in mercy.

Eveyrone in the crowd cooed for him, which immediately made Scaramouche’s eyes to drop even more repressed tears, and his other hand to help cover his whole face.

Thankfully, it influenced a group to unite and help him get rid of the horrible embarrassment he was going through. After all, everyone knew for who this song was made for.

“What if she’s fine?”

“It’s my mind that’s wrong.”

“And I just let bad thoughts…”

“Linger for far too long.”

Scaramouche’s body leaned down as he heard the song, as if he was finally allowing himself to feel it. Although the microphone wasn’t able to catch much of his voice because of his cover, it was pretty clear to everyone that he was beginning to cry, and the more the crowd united to sing his own creation, the harder it was being for him to resist it.

“Don’t you give me up, please, don’t give up on me.”

“Honey, I belong, with you, and only you, baby.”

And finally, the moment that was most replaying on every social media:

Scaramouche suddenly crumbled and fell on his knees, sitting on the back of his ankles as he curled his entire body down to whimper in the floor. The loud ‘bang’ noise of his guitar against the floor didn’t even matter to him.

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe.”

“Only you, darling, only you, ba—

Pause.

You couldn’t bear hearing that nickname anymore or getting secondhand embarrassment from Scaramouche’s episode anymore.

You crossed your arms to think, and Kaveh immediately took that as a sign to finally turn off his phone and put it back to his pants.

“I-I’m sorry if I bothered you, Y/N, but I think you should be aware of this.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as he saw your turned-off face.

“No, it’s ok.” You finally looked at him again with a weak smile. “At least I know at least five people sent me death threats on my Instagram’s DMs nos.” You shrugged your shoulders and laughed the problem off as if it wasn’t an absurd.

What were some of the quotes again?

scaramouchesversion

Kys

You bitch

I hope you’re happy with what you did

scaramouchesno1fan

How could you ever divorce him smh

I hope you die soon

You chuckled again as your remembered that last ‘DM request’. Kaveh decided to chuckle with you too since he couldn’t tell how you were feeling, but before he could even say something about it, you heard a familiar noise again.

Buzz…

Buzz…

Kaveh’s body froze as he waited for you to give him an answer.

But you simply turned your head back and stared at your phone’s screen blankly.

It was him again. That was Scaramouche about 10 minutes after having a mental breakdown onstage in front of millions of his fans, and was probably still having.

You gently reached for your phone and stared closer at it for some extra seconds to think better about what you wanted.

“I’ll answer.” You looked at Kabeh, which made him immediately nod in obedience and step away from you and your little office.

You waited until Kaveh had visibly closed the door shut to click the green button and dragged it to your ear, although you were pretty much he had his ear leaned against the door.

“Y-Y…” You heard him whimpering your name’s first syllable, trying to keep composure. “Y/N..?”

“Hi.” You didn’t know what to say, but you knew exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Oh, God…” His voice broke down even more than it already was. “It’s you..!”

“Yes. It’s me.” You shrugged your shoulders even if he couldn’t see you doing it.

“Y/N, I… I don’t even know what to say, but please, don’t hang up!” He paused for a beat to stabilize himself, noticeably swallowing down. “We… we need to talk.”

“Do we, Scaramouche?” You asked a little ironically, holding back a sadistic giggle.

“Yes! Yes, we do!” He screamed at you, mad at how emotionally distant you sounded.

“What do we need to talk about then?” You started walking in circles in your office.

“Our… our divorce.” You hated how those words immediately triggered memories in your mind.

“Kuni, please… don’t do this! We don’t have to do this!” You cried and begged to him in pure desperation while trying to hold him by his wrist to stop him from walking around your shared room.

“Can you fucking stop clinging on me, for fuck’s sake?!” His hands carelessly pushed your hands away from his wrist, repelling it away from you afterwards as if he disgusted you.

“We can still fight for our marriage, Scaramouche! For us! We still love each other despite the problem we’re going through right now, don’t we?!” You desperately placed your hands at your chest, trying to make yourself the target of his attention.

But all Scaramouche did was roll his eyes back and sigh in pure boredom and stress.

“I DON’T WANT ‘US’ ANYMORE!” He screamed at the top of his lungs to you, making you flinch away several times, pausing to recover some of his breath before screaming at you again. “IF ‘US’ IS YOU FUCKING PISSING ME OFF EVERY FUCKING DAY BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID HOUSE CHORES OR BECAUSE OF MY SLEEP SCHEDULE, I DON’T WANT IT!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” His words made you feel like your whole world was beginning to crumble in front of you and that your heart shattered in a million pieces. “PLEASE!” You threw yourself onto his legs, latching your hands on him like a leech, knees banging hard against the floor, but you ignored the pain for the sake of him. “I’ll do anything for you to not do this, Scaramouche! I’ll stop complaining, I’ll stop demanding things from you, I’ll let you do whatever you want, I’ll take care of the house, anything at all! I just don’t want us to end like this!” You pathetically sobbed on his pants, wetting him mercilessly.

Ick.

That was what he felt for you at that moment and that was how those memories made you feel now.

“What about it?” You finally focused back on Scaramouche, who was still waiting for a response.

“I… I don’t think we…” He still seemed lost on his own thoughts and memories as he spoke to you, just like he was onstage. “I don’t think we should’ve separated our ways, Y/N…” He finally said it.

You never felt such an agonizing feeling of unfairness and hypocrisy in your entire life.

“Oh, really? Why do you think that?” You scoffed at his feelings.

“I sang the song… your song…” He initiated but his voice beginning to break again due to his crying. “But I started remembering the lyrics and why and when I wrote them, and I..!” Scaramouche couldn’t hold back his cry, not being able to finish himself for a few seconds. “I regret it, Y/N!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Interesting.” You wanted to keep listening to him.

“I don’t know what was I thinking, Y/N… I was such a fucking idiot..! All that you were doing was worry and care for my health and I fucking… I fucking ruined it all..!” His voice became hoarse in that matter of seconds.

“I know.”

“Please… let’s talk about it… we can still fight for it…” It hurt to hear those words only now. You would’ve done anything to hear them a year ago.

“No, we can’t.” Your voice finally started to break too as your anger increased. It was an absurd to hear your words come out of his mouth like that.

“Huh..?” Scaramouche didn’t seem to process those words.

“You’re right, Scaramouche. I would spend hours, every single day, begging for you to not leave me, to stop with the divorce. I would kneel and hold you for your minimum care and attention and tell you that I forgave every fucking wrong thing that you did to me or the house, your ignorance, your stupidity, your distance, but you ignored it. Every single attempt of mine went straight to trash.” You started to feel a few tears forming in the back of your eyes too, and you could hear Scaramouche whimpering in regret as you detailed your past with him.

“I know I shouldn’t have done that, Y/N! I learned my lesson! I finally fucking learned on that stupid stage that it is stupid of me to ignore and neglect help and that I should appreciate it instead! I want to stop myself from doing it! I want to heal myself and become a better person! I want to heal us! That’s why I’m calling you, Y/N, I fucking love you! I love you with every fiber of my heart and every damn cell of my body! My whole fucking career doesn’t have a meaning without you!” He paused for a moment again to hyperventilate and cry for a few seconds while you reflected. “Listen to me…” His voice sounded a little bit more serious now, but still full with tears and emotion. “We can solve this. Everything will be ok between us. We can begin doing couple therapy once a week, and—”

“We?” You cut him off with a sarcastic laugh, causing him to stop talking. “You’re the only one who needs therapy here, Scara.”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N! Can you stop being so fucking rude and listen to me for one minute?! I know I have no fucking rights to be asking you this right now, but I’m trying my best to express my regret here!” He seemed extremely triggered with your sarcasm.

“That’s your best?!” That was the loudest scoff you had ever done in your life.

“If you gave me a fucking chance to talk instead of cutting me off like some annoying spoiled bitch, I would’ve—!” You heard Scaramouche’s breath hitch as he realized he had said the wrongs words. “I… Fuck, I’m sorry..!” He whimpered again, anxiety hitting him like a truck.

“That’s your problem, Scaramouche. You can’t handle the consequences of your actions. You bottle them up until they explode. You couldn’t handle your career’s demand, you couldn’t handle our divorce, you couldn’t handle the aftermath of it… and you’re finally exploding to the only person in the world that would be willing to listen to you and help you, me. But, unfortunately, you chose to neglect me too until I had no option but to distance myself from you. And your execution was so lame, that now… I’m not interested in you or ‘us’ anymore, Scaramouche.” You were brutally neutral as you broke his heart, which made them even more painful to Scaramouche.

“You don’t mean it…” He whimpered like a kid.

“I’m seeing other guys, Scaramouche.” Finally, the phone call went silent for a moment.

Scaramouche tried mumbling some syllables at first, desperate to argue back as soon as possible, but you truly had left him speechless.

“W… Wha—?” Finally, you brought the phone’s screen to your eyes again, and smashed that red button with your thumb.

You threw it on your desk with less care right after, and proceeded to ignore it.

Breathe in…

And…

Breathe out.

It was done.

You felt guilty about being so cold to that rare moment of Scaramouche’s vulnerability, but you couldn’t deny that feeling of joy in the back of your heart. After so many months worrying 24/7 about his mental health when his career was at its peak, and being pushed away like you were some stranger, being mistreated and insulted in your own ‘home’, having even more chores to do at home because of his laziness, looking at your wedding’s pictures and videos, wondering how did you two manage to grow so distant to each other, missing those dear moments of love you two shared during your entire story together… it gave you satisfaction to know that you did your part and that he was the one to throw your relationship away.

And of course your phone started vibrating again. You tried ignoring it, believing that it wouldn’t annoy you that much, but it quickly did, unlike your optimistic prediction. You stopped trying to calm yourself down only to hiss in stress and smash the red button of it again, only to find out he was also sending you messages.

And although you felt pleasure on making him hurt, it was quickly reverted to pure annoyance as you unlocked your phone and opened your ‘chat’ with him, the last messages being about your divorce.

Scaramouche

Y/N

Please

Answer me

You’ve seen the clip, didn’t you?

I know it must be everywhere

These were his previous messages he had sent before you answered him, and he was finally typing again.

Scaramouche

I’m sorry

I didn’t mean to call you that

I take it back

Let’s restart this conversation

Please

Please Y/N

You never realized how fast he was at it, or maybe you were just too mad at him.

You didn’t even mind reading what else he had to type, and decided to end the only connection you two had.

You clicked in the top area of the messenger, where his photo and call options were at.

A menu of other options appeared along with a big display of his profile picture.

The ‘Block’ button shone like gold to your eyes compared to the other white-colored ones.

Block

Do you wish to block Scaramouche?

Blocked contacts will not be able to call or send messages to you anymore. This action can be reversed.

Confirm Cancel

Click.

.

It was done.

Scaramouche officially had zero other ways to contact you in a legal way. He didn’t know your newest address or occupation, so he couldn’t reach and annoy you anymore with his stupidly late regret, right?

You regained your patience and placed your phone at your desk again, trying to avoid your own sense of regret, knowing you were going to make him lose it with that.

Was he really being serious about his regret? Or was this just the natural reaction to his poor decision-making skills? Even if he was being serious, would it be possible for you to forgive his actions and go back to normal? And if he was really just having an anxiety attack, why only now? What would’ve happened to you if you said ‘yes’ to whatever he intended to do? Would you just be heartbroken again?

Bad thoughts… just like that stupid song talks about.

He really hit the jackpot with that melody, didn’t he?

“Ms. Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice behind your door.

“C-Come in..!” You quickly wiped away your thoughts and stood up again to face… him.

“I…” He gently opened the door and paused to close it before continuing for the sake of privacy. “Kaveh told me what happened… I’m really sorry.” Kazuha immediately stepped closer to you to hug you.

Now that you two were alone, you two could be who you were, an unannounced couple, meaning that only you and him knew about it. It was dangerous to announce it yet due to your past relationship, but Kazuha was fully ok with it. Perhaps he even preferred it that way.

“No… it’s ok…” You hugged him back.

“Are you done talking to him?” You chuckled at how he already knew about you calling with him. Kaveh is seriously unable to keep gossip to himself.

You hesitated.

Are you actually done with Scaramouche?

“… Yes.” You still said it for the sake of your relationship with him.

But was it more worth than Scaramouche? That beautiful, creative, talented man that got you head over heels? Would Kazuha ever be able to recreate the thrill you felt with Scaramouche?

“Oh, honey…” Kazuha smooched your forehead smoothly. “Everything will be ok.” He embraced your body another time, forcing your nose to nuzzle on his shoulder.

Despite his passion for you and all the support he has been showing to your recovery and career, you still dared to ask yourself the question and betray Kazuha.

Should you stop seeing him? And maybe… go back to Scaramouche?

While Scaramouche, still sitting on that cold concrete floor, drooling and whimpering after some nauseous rounds of vomiting while feeling claustrophobic with the size of the bathroom stall in the backstage dared to betray all his years of investment on his career.

Was his career and all that fame worth the divorce?

Even if he wanted to ponder about it, unfortunately his investors were finally able to locate him and begun banging in his door, asking him to come out of the stall immediately and solve the catastrophe he had just created in that stage before the Internet spread his outrage everywhere without a favorable context to his dear career as a musician.

Taglist: @goofy-ego @the-stinky-winky @kindofshyent @alatusorrow @luminieee @shyentsfoundherink @bigmantiddys

Y’all thought you’d get a happy first day of the year and start the year fresh? Not anymore! But happy new year to everyone! ❤️

[woozvc]

notice you

(season one end)

(season 2 to begin soon!)

synopsis — you get invited to your first MAMA awards after debuting as a soloist. a dream come true for u. your fans are ecstatic but they can't help but notice how this one idol keeps stealing glances at u......and you can't ignore it either.

pairing — vernon x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, idol au, fluff, minor angst

warnings — lots of cursing 😔

note — ahhh finally starting can't wait to share this with you guys 🫶

send an ask to be part of taglist!!

masterlist :

season 1 :

0.1 - (introduction)

0.2 - y/n is very lonely

0.3 - song recommendations

0.4 - dar+ling

0.5 - 2am

0.6 - sleepy

0.7- interesting reaction

0.8 - the interview (written+smau)

0.9 - meet me?

1.0 - admire.(written+smau)

season 2 :

tba..

[circeyoru]

(UNWANTED SOUL idea) when reader gets turned to an angle instead of being stuck in heaven they immediately return via their page teleportation. So no angsty alastor for more than 5 min. But they teleported right behind Adam and we're the one to kill him much to alastors delight and everyone else's confusion.

Later on alastor is learning to take care of the readers wings since reader forgets they have them and let's them fall to disreapare.

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}. *Check the redeem you ones

Okay, no angst. Err... Maybe a bit, just a touch

I'll bet that Alastor was crushed when he saw you disappear into thin air. Not the type where you teleport elsewhere to avoid him, but actually disappear, gone, dead. When his soul was returned to him and his limitations all gone. He wrathfully unleashed at Adam.

Somehow I feel like Alastor using his full power will have massive pressure and tension built the closer one's to him. Within that less than 5 minutes, let's say Alastor singlehandedly got the barrier up again and slaughtered any and all angels that come into his perimeter. Charlie and the others all felt the surge in Alastor's power and pressure, immediately heading towards him to see what was happening since their stations were all cleared thanks to Alastor.

To counter Alastor, Adam used more power as well. In the end, Alastor was still no match but unlike in the show, he doesn't back down because you were gone. In his mind, that memory kept replaying, there was two option for him: either kill Adam or die trying.

When the Charlie and the other made it to Alastor's battlefield, they shouted for him to stop and retreat because he was at a disadvantage the more he fights. He was clearly losing that charisma he had at the start of the battle.

"Stay out of this, Charlie." Alastor threatened the moment he saw her step closer.

Adam laughed, "Aww, did I kill your little crush? Too bad. Demons like you don't deserve happiness."

Charlie and the others all wondered what Adam was talking about; Alastor was obviously triggered again as he headfirst into Adam for another more personal attack. An obvious trap that cornered Alastor.

With his axe positioned to Alastor's neck, Adam stared down with a victorious grin, "Time to meet your little babe, right?"

Alastor let down his barrier, he couldn't explain why, but he just did it. Like a voice told him so or a feeling of a familiar presence.

The moment he did, the abandoned book you always bring around opened itself and the pages flew at Adam. Confusing him. He backed up and away from Alastor, trying to swat away the pages that were coming at him like mad.

A new figure emerged, two pairs of silver wings and a bright halo was the only thing Alastor could see. Though his sight was more focused on the way one of the pages sliced Adam's head off of his neck like butter. Alastor's red eyes followed the rolling head and falling body. With a tired back, he looked up at the figure.

"My... Dar....ling?"

"Yes, Alastor." You stepped closer to him, your pages fluttering around like harmless petals now, you kneeled down and gave him a hug as gently as possible to not put pressure on his pain.

"You're... back..." Alastor wrapped his hands around you to bring him closer to you, his body shook. "Am I... Is this... a dre...am?"

Your wings instinctively wrapped around him, glowing as they healed your wounded love. For the brief moment you had your new angelic powers, you were already using them like you had him your entire life. "No, Alastor. It's not a dream."

"Stay with me... Don't leave... me..."

You smiled, "I won't, Alastor. I'll miss you too much."

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Yes! An exact echo. Remember how in part 2 (I think) you tell him you missed him before entering your slumber mode? Yeah, it's happening here too.

The reason why I gave Reader/you two pairs of wings here is cause it shows power and authority. If you're not trapped as long as you were before, then something has to change, and that is your power and authority over the exterminations or specifically portal to Hell. Here, you're an angel that controls the entrance to Heaven and Hell. Think guardian, like that~

[foxy-eva]

Milestone Masterlist

I want to thank everyone who participated in my second Milestone Writing Challenge! I had so much fun reading all those stories and I'm more than happy to share them with everyone else.

Fics marked with * contain smut, so minors DNI!

Spencer Reid x Reader

The Mother Wound by @imagining-in-the-margins

Prompt: Nobody said healing would be easy but they had no idea it would be this hard

Summary: Spencer and Reader bond over having emotionally absent mothers

The image of them as children making it through the dark is very touching. It's a beautifully written, bittersweet story with the ability to bring hope to those who need it.

Crazy Ex by @c-m-stuff

Prompt: Person A needs to find B before it’s too late

Summary: You and Spencer are together. When you found strange pictures of the two of you, you knew, this wasn't good

This story depicts the emotions of Spencer's girlfriend really well. I also love the team dynamics, everyone is trying to do their best despite being terrified of losing Spencer.

Rumoured Nights * by @fortheloveofwonderland

Prompt: Someone has to unexpectedly share a hotel room with their favorite coworker - who apparently really likes to cuddle

Summary: A case in a small town in Alaska forces you and your favourite coworker into sharing a room and a bed. And according to Morgan, Spencer likes to cuddle.

This fic has everything I want for a prompt like this - mutual pining, a bit of awkwardness, everyone knowing except for them and then finally them acting on their desires. I also love the team dynamics you added to the story!

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Dar+ling by @leahseclipse

What a cute story! I really like how comfortable they are with each other. Even though Emily usually is more hesitant to show her feelings, she clearly feels safe around Reader here

Prompt: Person A finally confesses their feelings for B, who has wanted to do just the same for weeks

Summary: Emily finally gets the courage to confess their feelings to the reader, who has just wanted to do it too for a while

Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau

The Way You Felt by @andiebeaword

What a wonderful story! I really like the way you describe their relationship without trying to sugarcoat it. I have a similar view on Jemily - they just weren't meant to have a happy end.

Prompt: Even though their love seemed to never be enough, Person A and B can't let go of each other

Summary: While on a flight to help Spencer, exes J.J. and Emily ultimately come to terms with their buried feelings

Emily Prentiss x Aaron Hotchner

Dance With Me by @pandorasdreamings

I really appreciate it when Emily's complex backstory is mentioned in fics. She is such an interesting person to explore further, especially in the context of her relationships with other characters.

Prompt: Person A thinks they are not worth being taken care of. Person B proves the opposite

Summary: Emily is trying to move on and be happy, but her past keeps creeping up on her. Maybe the solution to her sadness has been in front of her the whole time

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

4 AM by @hotchs-bitch

I absolutely love the softness and delicacy of this story. We rarely see Aaron's vulnerable side and you did a perfect job showing us just that in such a sweet way.

Prompt: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell

Summary: When Aaron's marriage crumbles and he finds himself alone, there's only one person he wants to turn to

Aaron Hotchner x Haley Hotchner

Question of Timing * by @codename-mom

I always thought Hotch and Haley's relationship is very interesting but I never really considered what it would be like from her perspective. It's nice to get some variety!

Prompt: The couple decides to expand their family

Summary: Aaron finally agreed to make Haley a mother and she realised that the d-day is now. The issue is: how to convinced a husband afraid AF to be a father to do the last step? 

Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan

Drown in my Dreams by @masterwords

I was genuinely moved by your story and your writing style. The way you show how vulnerable both men are in a difficult situation like that is very touching.

Prompt: Person A has never shown any weakness until they can’t hold back their tears anymore. Person B is there to wipe them away

Summary: After dealing with Mr. Scratch, Derek just wants to put Hotch on his bike and get the hell out of town. So he does

Aaron Hotchner & Penelope Garcia

Nocturnal Wandering by @codename-mom

I like the way you described the dynamics between Hotch and Garcia. I always thought that their friendship was really special (and very underrated).

Prompt: Person A has never shown any weakness until they can’t hold back their tears anymore. Person B is there to wipe them away

Summary: Garcia was about to leave the sixth floor of Quantico, late at night, when she discovered that someone else was still there. Someone who was not into a good mood and clearly need some help. 

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[leahseclipse]

Dar+ling (Emily Prentiss x f!reader)

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing but an alarming amount of cuteness 🤭

Prompt: Person A finally confesses their feelings for B, who has wanted to do just the same for weeks

Summary: Emily finally gets the courage to confess their feelings to the reader, who has just wanted to do it too for a while.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Doing this cute fic for @foxy-eva 's writing challenge 🥳🥳 congratulations for the 2k followers, I wish you lots of success for the future!!! (Btw this hasn't been beta'd lmao I literally wrote all of this on the Tumblr editor.......... 🫣)

It had always been absolutely no secret to everyone that Emily and I have always been quite close for the past few years, always hanging out after work, chatting for hours and hours in the break room, sitting a bit too long on each other's desks, and the list goes on and on.

We've never gone much farther than that. Not because we didn't want to, just because we didn't really talk about everything, the feelings matter, if we like each other as friends or not... It just never came up. I guess we didn't really think about it.

I've never dared to cross the line, I don't want things to end up awkward because I like her and she doesn't. But, what if she likes me too? For all I know, she could do, I don't see why not.

But, I've never asked her.

I really want to, though. The words are standing on the tip of my tongue whenever it's just the two of us, they're waiting to be said but... I don't let them out. I keep telling myself that I'll do it next time, but 'next time' ends up being delayed and on and on.

I just wish I could confess to her. Then I'd probably feel much better and everything would be fine. I really wish I could do it already. It's been weeks since I've been wanting to tell her.

I always stare at Emily's desk whether she's there or not, I just love to memorize every trait of her face, all the time. I can still imagine her sitting there even though she hasn't arrived to work yet.

I always look forward for the sound of the elevator, each morning. It might be my favorite sound after the sound of her voice. Elevator sounds being my favorite is a bit weird, but I like it because after that her arrival always follows.

And just when I turn my head, the elevator tings, and Emily is there. Her eyes meet mine and I wave at her quicky before standing up to walk up to her.

"Well someone's happy to see me today." Emily says as she opens her arms to hug me. We always sway from left to right, it's our thing.

"As always." I respond as we pull apart from each other and automatically start to walk towards our respective desks, even though she never sits at her chair first. She always goes for my desk, and I sit on my chair and look up at her in all of her beauty.

Even though we've seen each other yesterday, it's like we haven't talked in years. We chat for at least 30 minutes before realizing it's been that long.

I notice that she's been acting slightly different though, as if something has been on her mind. I wonder what happened, if I should ask about it or not while we talk.

I look around and notice that others have started to arrive. We greet them and slightly chat with them, and I start to think that it would be probably better if we moved somewhere else more private to talk.

"Hey, uh... Do you wanna go get some coffee in the break room? I haven't had any this morning and I'm starting to crave caffeine." I chuckle, and she smiles. She smiles.

We both walk away from the desk to the thankfully empty room, and I start to open up the cabinet where mugs are kept.

"Here, your mug." I say as I grab it and hand it to her, before I grab my own and close the cabinet.

"I'll pour it for you, here." She says and I set down my mug on the counter as she pours coffee in it.

"That's kind of you, thanks."

"You're welcome." She responds, and our eyes meet, just for a few seconds, then probably a bit more. It's like it's just the two of us, in a bubble, for a moment. Then she starts to chuckle, out of nowhere. It usually happens when we stare into each other's eyes for too long, I guess it's a nervous reaction. I smile to myself as she pours coffee for herself and sets the pot back on the holder.

We just stand there in silence as we drink our coffees, and neither of us seem to mind. Silent moments are precious too sometimes, I like them. Just standing by her is enough for me.

"Hey, uh..." She starts to talk but stops, as if she hesitates.

"Yeah?" I look at her but she has trouble to look at me. She seems nervous. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing bad. It's just... I've... Been thinking about something lately."

"What have you been thinking about?" I ask as we both set our empty mugs on the counter.

"You?"

"Me? What about?" I start to smile, out of nervousness.

"About the fact that I love you." I can see her exhaling a big breath after she tells the words, as if a weight has been lifted off her, and I think that I feel it too.

"You... You love me?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Well, it kinda turns out I do too." I say with a smile and she instantly seems relieved.

"You have no idea how bad I wished you did too."

"And you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. It's been... Weeks."

"It's been way too long."

"Yeah." I say, before looking behind me to see if anyone else is near, but no one is. I can hear chatting nearby, everyone is probably too busy talking.

"Why did you-" Emily starts to ask, but I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, just for a few seconds, because someone might come.

"You'll kiss me back tonight. They'll start looking for us any time now." I say after I pull away.

Emily is breathless as she puts her hands on my arms and says, "I might kiss you before, I'm known to be bad at waiting."

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[harmonyloveangels1990]

Open Easter RP (Male, Female, or Futa only)

Judy Hopps is in heat. She knew it and so did your muse. Instead of her getting them to stay with her in bed so they can help with her heat cycle. They decided to take her out to the gym.

Judy knew this is bad and the outfit they gave her to wear was too much. She was getting too turned on and needed some release.

"D-Dar-ling~ P-leas-e~ Let's g-go home a-nd d-do this pri-vately~" she begged while doing her squats as instructed by your muse))

((Dominance RP, have fun with her))

((made by BobboAI))

[downforthegas]

POV: Wa//lly Dar//ling comes to you for relief (Cw: Farts, lap farts, slight hyperfarts, slight scat) Note: This is a little self-indulgent 🍎💨🚽🧻

"Neighbor? Are you there?"

You open the door and see him, his little 3 foot figure, now with a belly that strains the buttons on his cardigan.

"I need some help. I think I ate something bad." He pulls his top up to reveal his little yellow pot belly. I long, low gurgle emitted from it.

*Blbrrt!* "Ah!" It seemed like the small fart caught the puppet by surprise. "Could you help me?"

You lead him to your bed and helped him lie down, trying not to jostle his belly too much. You unbuttoned his cardigan, then his button-up shirt. You noticed his rainbow pants were straining against his poor stomach and unzipped them. Wally sighed in delight.

"Thank you, neighbor."

You sat him on your lap, his back to your chest, as you continued to knead into his soft, felt belly. You felt every little bubble shift and move around, moving into his colon before another *Blllbbbrrrrrrttt!* vibrated against your thighs.

"*Sigh* Excuse me." The smell filled your senses. It was a gross garbagy scent that smelled vaguely of apples. It wasn't too stinky, but just stinky enough to know it was a fart. You asked him what he ate to make him to gassy.

"Um..." Wally seemed hesitant to say. "I got into Howdy's apple display when he wasn't there. And I might've over did it. I hope he's not mad that all the apples are gone. Ha. Ha. Ha." You teased him about being greedy and eating so many apples. Wally just blushed.

"I couldn't help myself," Wally said before leaning forward to rip a *Ppppffffrrrrrtttt!* on you. If sounded quiet in the beginning before rumbling softly.

As much as Wally's farts felt great on your lap, you wanted Wally to find a relief a little faster. You picked him up, lied him on your bed, and pushed his knees to his chest. A bubbly *BBBRRBBBRRRRRTTT!* roared loudly against his pants which were tight against his butt in that position. Wa//lly sighed deeply. "Oh that felt amazing. Let's do some more poses."

You picked him up and pressed his tummy against a table in the room, with your crotch against his butt. He pushed out three short *BRRT!* PLRRRT!* *BBBBRRRT!* against you.

You thought it was good to have him do some exercise. You helped him do sit-ups, crouching in front of his feet, so anytime he farted, it would hit your face. And with every sit-up he did, *Brrt!* "Sigh" *Flrrt!* "Sigh" *Toot!* "Sigh" and your smile grew big with each toot.

After the sit-ups, you figured he should do something more relaxing. You had him positioned where his head was on the ground and his butt was pointing in the air. As soon as he did this, he felt a ton of pressure bubble into his colon. He pushed and *BPPBRLLBBFLLLFBFBRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!* You don't know how such a loud, ground-shaking fart could come from such a little peanut. "Oh sorry, neighbor." *BLLBBBRRRRLLLBBBBTRRRRR!!!* Another one and your house was really starting to smell. Why were these farts smelling worse than before. "Ha. Ha. Ha. These toots sound a lot like Barnaby's." He pushed once more and *SPPLRRRSHHHRRT!* "Ah." You noticed a visible wet spot on the seat of his pants. He stood up quickly and held his hands over his butt, orange blush covering his whole face.

"Um... could I use your bathroom, neighbor?" You showed him where it was and he went inside to hopefully get rid of all his tummy problems (and maybe clean up). You sat down for a moment and basked in the wonderful, stinky apple smell surrounding your house. You inhaled it from the spot Wally last was when you heard his voice ring out.

"Um, neighbor?" Wally peaked his head out from the door, the flush still covering his face (and no flush from the toilet yet). "I have a big mess to clean up... and there's no toilet paper... do you have any more." You looked around and found a roll of toilet paper, and quickly ran back to the bathroom to your little smelly prince. And made yourself welcome to entering the bathroom to help him clean up. It's the least you could do for getting all that nasty gas out of him. Alternatively, instead of paper, you use an article of your own clothing.

~

This was in the drafts since last year...

[magicandpizza]

can you do 2 for the new prompt game pls? And can wylan be the one to say the line 👀

You know, I was totally gonna do this the other way round for a change, but who am I to deny the people? Enjoy!

2. “Don’t come yet.”

If there’s one thing Jesper likes more than being in control during sex, it’s letting Wylan be in control instead.

Tonight this means them both stripping their clothes as quickly as possible and Jesper being shoved down onto his back on the bed and told to wait while Wylan fingers himself open. The sight of him, straddling Jesper’s hips with one hand braced on his stomach while the other disappears behind him, is enough to have Jesper practically squirming with want, and the way he wastes no time sinking down onto his cock and riding him into the mattress has him hurtling towards the edge embarrassingly quickly.

When Wylan slows down, barely lifting off Jesper’s cock before letting his body weight drop him back down, Jesper’s eyes practically roll back in his head.

“Dar-ling,” he croaks out around a fractured moan. The muscles of his abdomen tense under Wylan’s hand as pleasure trickles down his spine and curls tighter, like a coil ready to snap.

“Don’t come yet,” Wylan says, breathless and bossy and gorgeous.

“You’re making that…very difficult right now…” Jesper grits out. His fingers press bruises into the curve of Wylan’s hip bones.

Wylan laughs softly and his eyes flutter closed as he grinds his hips with intent. His cock drips precome onto Jesper’s stomach. “Better focus on me then…”

So Jesper does. He grabs at Wylan’s hips, his thighs, his arse and thrusts up as Wylan grinds down, rolls in time with him until Wylan is tipping his head back to moan at the ceiling and wrapping a hand around himself.

“Fuck I love your cock,” Wylan groans on a particularly hard thrust, and Jesper barely manages a startled laugh before the way his body clenches around the hard length of him sends him tipping over the edge with a shout.

[heartfullofleeches]

Static Melody

Yan Monster + Sleepyhead Reader Drabble

-

Awake before noon-

That's a new record!

As days go by in slumbering limbo, it gets a little tricky to recall a time you and the sun were up at the same hour. This untapped surge of energy is unknown to you; mental fog of fatigue disbursing for the first time in years. It feels like you can do anything. You can take on the world- You can finally clean beneath your bed like you've been planning to for months. You can't even remember what make you so tired all the time in the first place.

"Dream....Dar....ling.... Dream....."

...What's that?

"Close your eyes.... Realize... I have been with you all along..."

That song again.... You woke up to it playing on your computer one night after you had dozed off, falling right back under the spell of sleep as that saccharine played overhead. An earworm which refuses to relinquish you from its shackles - striking when you least expect.

"Dream, Darling, Dream- Tomorrow may drift us apart, but as long as I'm in your heart-'"

You jolt at the pop of static; head drooping to your shoulder as the lullaby continues on. Like a match to water, the flames of your spirit sizzle out as your body bends to the familiar outline left in your mattress.

Tomorrow. You'll get up bring and early for sure. Tomorrow.....

Thin, emaciated fingers outstretch from the oily darkness beneath your bed; draping your fallen sheets over your shoulder as you drift off. You shutter as its icy touchy ghosts cross your cheek, slipping into a peaceful slumber as it quickly adapts to the heat of your skin - stroking your face lovingly.

[ask-sebastian]

Dear Sebastian,

If you were a tea, what tea would you be?

Your Dar(jee)ling,

Caramelised Biscuit Tea

Dear Cara-B,

A sturdy, no-frills black tea blend.

A bit of this and bit of that. A combination that may not be anything remarkable or even to everyone's taste, but still reliably satisfying enough to stand the test of time.

Are any of us just one thing, after all?

--Sebastian

[radio-isnot-dead]

"Well. I heard this was the hotel you could go to...to try for redemption?"

*Mimzy blinks, then stares at her deadpan. Then she bursts out laughing.*

"Dar-ling you must be joking! You're one of the most successful performers in Hell without popping a button on your breastcoat and you want to give that up?"

"Well, I--"

"I mean really, most can only hope to get half of your revenue stripping down to their knickers in some club, honestly."

*Emmie was now rather red, looking down as Mimzy chortled, her wings folded in and lips pursed.*

"Anyway..."

*Emmie said with a sigh, looking up at you.*

"I was hoping there was a spot for me. Dreadfully sorry it was on such short notice. I understand if it's not available right now."

*Alastor gave a quick glare at Mimzy and then diverted his attention back to Emmie*

"You've come to the right place, dear! There's always room for a new guest at this hotel!"

[woozvc]

notice you

0.2

synopsis - you get invited to your first MAMA awards after debuting as a soloist. a dream come true for u. your fans are ecstatic but they can't help but notice how this one idol keeps stealing glances at u......and you can't ignore it either.

pairing — vernon x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, idol au, fluff, minor angst

warnings — a lot of cursing, "girl" is used as a gn term (bc honestly I call everyone girl)

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note — if any errors ignore lol I made this at 4am while studying for a physcis exam 😍

this whole ep is happening because my friend saw my listing to dar+ling and called me lonely 💔

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[queersrus]

Yandere / BPD / OLD theme

exclusively for those who experience obsessive tendencies / pw bpd/old

tagging @the-yanderess

(Nick)Names:

b, bee/bea, bord, border, borderli, borderlin, borderline, borderlina, bordel/bordell/bordelle, bp d, dee, dar, darl/darle, darli, darla, darlin, darline, darling, darlina, darlene/darleen fee/fi/fie, fifi, fa/fay/fey, fav/fave, favo, favou, favour/favoure/favor/favore, favouri/favori, favourit/favourite/favorit/favorite, fp oe, obe, obse, obsess/obsesse, obsessa, obsessi, obsessiv/obsessive, obsessiva, obsesser, od/odi/odee/odie, ode po/poe, posse, possess, possessi, possessia, possessio, possesser, possessiv/possessive, pd stay, stal, stalk, stalker, stalki, stalkin, stalkine, stalket/stalkett/stalkette ya, yan, yanette, yanelle, yanetta, yanella, yandera, yandette, yandetta, yandelle, yandella, yanderette, yanderetta, yanderelle, yanderella, yanin/yanine, yanina, yandin/yandine, yandina, yanderin/yanderine, yanderina, yana, yany/yani/yanie/yanni, yano, yane, yanetto, yanetti/yanettie, yanello, yanelli/yanellie, yandero, yanderi/yandery, yanderie, yandetto, yandetti/yandettie, yandello, yandelli/yandellie, yanderetto, yanderetti/yanderettie, yanderello, yanderelli/yanderellie, yanino, yanini/yaninie, yanick/yannick, yanifer, yandino, yandini/yandinie, yanderino, yanderini/yanderinie, yanex, yandex, yaness/yanesse, yanessa, yandess/yandesse, yandessa, yanderess/yanderesse, yanderessa, yanez, yandez, yandel

Titles:

the yandere, the yangire, the yanderess, the yangiress, the borderlined, the one with bpd, the one with old, the obsesser/obsessor, the obsession, the obsessive one, the darling, the possisser/possessor, the possessive one, the fp, the favoured, the favourite, the favourite one, the favourite person, the one with fp's, the one with many fp's, the stalker

(prn) who is possessive, (prn) who is obsessive, (prn) who has bpd, (prn) who has fp's, (prn) who has old, (prn) who reclaims yandere, (prn) who stalks, (prn) who reclaims stalker

this yandere, this stalker, this darling, this obsession, this possession, this favourite, this yangire

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

y/ye/yan/yanself y/yan/yans/yanself y/yan/gi/yangine/yangireself o/olde/oldi/oldine/oldiself o/obse/obsessi/obsessine/obsesself o/obse/obsessi/obsessine/obsessineself o/obse/obsessi/obsessine/obsessiveself b/bpde/bpdine/bpdinself bi/borde/borderli/borderline/borderlines pi/posse/possessi/possessine/possesiself pi/posse/possessi/possessive/possessiveself fa/ve/fave/persine/favepersiself f/p/fp/fpine/fpiself

2nd p prns: you/your/yourself

ya/yander/yandereself y/yan/yans/yanself y/yanr/yanrs/yanrself o/oldr/oldrs/oldrself o/ol/olds/oldself o/obs/obsess/obsesself o/obsesser/obsessers/obsesserself b/bpdr/bpdrs/bpdrself bo/bor/borders/borderself bo/border/borderlines/borderlineself po/possesser/possessers/posseserself po/possesser/possesives/possessiveself fp/fpr/fprs/fprself fa/per/favepers/faveperelf

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/theirself

bp/d, b/pd, border/line, borderline/borderlines, bpd/bpds be/loved, belove/beloved bleeding/heart be/long, belong/belongs, be/belong, be/longing, be/belonging, belong/belonging cyber/stalk, cyberstalk/cyberstalks, cy/cyberstalk dar/ling, dar/darling, darling/darlings fp/fps, f/p, f/fp, fave/person, favourite/person kni/knife, knife/knifes, kni/fe mi/ne, mi/mine, mine/mines, my/mine my/darling, my/beloved, my/fp, my/obsession ol/d, o/ld, old/olds, obsess/obsesses, obsess/obsessive, obses/sive, obses/sion, obsess/obsession, ob/obsess possess/possessive, posses/sive, posses/sion, possess/possession, possess/possesses, po/possess stalk/stalks, stalk/stalker, stalk/stalking, sta/alk, sta/stalk yan/yans, yan/dere, yan/yandere yan/gire, yan/yangire, yangire/yangires

[helmetkeeper]

Ngl Scottish me Bakugo was very cursed. Thanks 👍

This is Completely Random Stranger. By the Way.

Could I get some pronouns for that Max gift stimboard you made for... [Checks notes.] ....a friend. Fangs OC seems very gender :]

hello!! glad you liked it, completely random stranger! :] i almost think i should give you that as an anon tag LOL.

and sure!! hopefully you like what i came up with. your pronouns are under the cut!

act/acts

acting/acting(‘s)

actor/actors

actress/actress(es)

angry/angry(‘s)

ax/axes, axe/axes

bad/ass

bad/bads

bad/boy(s)

bad/girl(s)

bad/omen(s)

bari/bari(s)

bari/tone(s)

bark/barks

bee/bees, bie/bies

bit/ters

bitter/bitters

black/blacks

blade/blades

bleak/bleaks

bleed/bleeds

blood/bloods

blush/blush(es)

bone/bones

boot/boots

bour/bon

bow/bows

bow/tie(s)

break/breaks

breakup/breakup(s)

broke/broken

broke/brokes

broken/heart(s)

bruise/bruises

burn/burns

ca/nine(s)

can/dle(s)

candle/candles

canine/canines

cast/casts

cat/cats

chain/chains

chaos/chaos(‘s)

claw/claws

coal/coals

crack/crackle

crack/cracks

crack/cracks

crackle/crackles

crim/son(s)

crimson/crimsons

crow/crows

crown/crowns

curse/cursed

curse/curses

cut/cuts

cute/cutes

cute/cutie

cutie/cuties

cutie/pie(s)

dag/gers

dagger/daggers

damn/damned

damn/damns

damned/damned('s)

dar/ling(s)

dark/darks

darling/darlings

de/des

de/mon(s)

dead/deads

dear/dears

death/deaths

deep/deeps

demon/demons

devil/devils

dia/mond(s)

diamond/diamonds

dirt/bag(s)

dog/dogs

drama/dramas

dream/dreams

drink/drinks

drip/drips

drip/drops

drop/drops

drunk/drunks

dusk/dusks

dusk/dusky

ear/rings

earring/earrings

eerie/eeries

eldritch/eldritch(es)

em/bers

ember/embers

emo/emos

eve/eves

evening/evenings

evil/evils

fashion/fashions

fatal/fatals

fate/al(s)

fate/fates

fe/line(s)

feline/felines

feral/ferals

ferro/ferros

fiend/fiends

fight/fights

fire/fires

fire/works

flame/flames

fluid/fluids

freak/freaks

fuck/fucks

fun/funeral(s)

funeral/funerals

gem/gems

god/damn

god/gods

goth/gothic(s)

goth/goths

grave/graves

grave/gravestone(s)

gravestone/gravestones

grief/griefs

grime/grimes

grin/grins

growl/growls

grudge/grudge(s)

grunge/grunge(s)

handsome/handsomes

hart/harts

haunt/haunts

heart/broken

heart/hearts

hell/hells

hell/hound(s)

hellhound/hellhounds

herb/herbs

hop/hops

hope/hopes

hope/less(‘s)

hopeless/hopeless(‘s)

horror/horrors

hos/tile(s)

hostile/hostiles

hound/hounds

hush/hush(es)

hx/hxm

ink/inks

ink/inky

jet/black

jet/jets

jewel/jewels

jewelry/jewelry(‘s)

joke/jokes

jump/jumps

jump/scare(s)

jumpscare/jumpscares

keg/kegs

keg/stand(s)

king/kings

knife/knives

knives/knives(‘s)

know/knows

lace/laces

laugh/laughs

leap/leaps

less/lesses

light/lighter

light/lights

lighter/lighters

lo/ser(s)

loser/boy(‘s)

loser/girl(‘s)

loser/losers

low/lows

lust/lustful

lust/lusts

lustful/lustful(‘s)

ma/roon(s)

mace/maces

mad/mads

make/makes

make/up

makeup/makeup(s)

mare/mares

maroon/maroons

max/imum

max/maxes

max/max’s

maxie/maxies, maxi/maxies

maximum/maximums

meme/memes

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[disgracedfaeprincess]

– How... How big does it have to be to work?

The young lady asked herself, looking at the mess of papers, drawing materials, candles and spices all over her room.

This was the third attempt. Well at least at pentagram summoning. Bloody Mary rituals, ouija boards... Hell, even praying or finding a crossroad, she has tried everything, and noted down each failure with all the academic rigor a secluded teenager could afford.

After all, if she succeeded there was nothing to loose.

She took the hair out of her face, and opened the window, just in case.

– Ego te daemonium... - black smoke exhaled from the candles when she started speaking the room felt suddenly dark as her words glew green in her mouth, she could taste them. Rotten, the last words fell from her mouth. - voco, da mihi custodiam!

The last of the glow fell from her mouth and ignited the pentagram. Her watery eyes didn't let her see. As the coughing fit receded she saw that a man was standing in the middle of it.

Well maybe man wasn't the word. It dressed all red, the same colour as its gravity defying hair. His smile was filled with endless pointed teeth that could no doubt maul her in a second. And the air had fallen to the undistinct sound of radio static.

– Oh.. Hello..? - her voice so small it was almost unaudible.

The red man looked down at the pentagram. Some assorted old objects, clearly mostly acquired from the trash, were scattered across the room.

He inspected the pile, looking for something familiar that could've summoned him here. There was a piece of an old wooden radio, so he changed his attention to the girl.

She looked tiny. Not becouse of being short, but becouse she was emaciated. The bones peeked through her movements, barely any meat to hold them together. Her eyes were sunken, dark rings surrounding them. Her hair was matted and thinning. It was difficult to tell her age. She looked so sick that he couldn't tell if she was 25 or 14.

– Quite a pleasure to be meeting you dear! I'm Alastor, infamous radio demon and best entertainer in hell! - a faint musical upbeat followed him around - May I ask where I am? Or... More exactly what am I doing here sweetheart?

His musical thread went through several compasses before she reacted, opening her mouth, almost shell-shocked.

– This wasn't meant to work. Like This - her hands signaled all over the room - It- it was just another dumb experiment, another failure to archive. You shouldn't exist! Only darkness after dead right? - her eyes grew bigger and desperate – It was supossed to be a ghoul!

He straightened his raggedy suit, unphased.

–Oh dear, my business is souls dealing!Don't be scared kiddo - he gets real close to her, passing an arm through her shoulders, they felt so fragile he stopped midtrack to squeezing her - I'll make it worth it, what you want, A sirens voice? Riches? or maybe someone you want gone? - he was cheerful and energetic - Or… you have another deal in mind? Because I'm not leaving without a Deal or a Soul, dar-ling.

The gutural voice glitches through heavy filters, as his neck cracked to an unatural position and his scleras where totally black.

The girl was terrified, but, noone that tries so hard to summon the supernatural is unprepared to make a deal. Besides her soul can't be worth much.

– I have one. - She didn't miss how the demon arched it's brow, surprised. She looked serious- I want protection. I want to live until it's my time. It shouldn't take too much, as I'm sure you've noticed, I reek of death, I've got a few months left if I'm lucky. And i want some fun, so my proposal is. You come by once a month. We have fun, I don't know, eat something or you get me a gift or something. And when I die my souls yours, but, only if I don't die of 'nything else than my illness. Also you can't hurt people without my permission, don't want to have that on my conscience. - The entire discourse was clearly well rehearsed, so much that she had relaxed repeating it After it was done though she returned to reality. Her eyes were confronted by an amused look from the radio demon- Um... Yeah that's about it. Do You want to add any clauses..?

– Quite impressive indeed, such a young lady... Your name is?

She swallowed before answering

– Lucía - the roll of the name in her mouth was clearly foreigner.

– Very good Lucía, we've got a deal then. - his smile stretched impossibly as he offered his hand forward neon energy overflowing

Her hand trembled slightly but picked up determination as it approached him.

– We've got a deal Alastor... - the house rattled. Shadows dancing through the room as pink and green magic exploded. The sheer force sent the girl flying to the floor.

Interesting, he thought, but he didn't have the time to think about it, the pentagram was lighting up, reclaiming him to hell.

– It's been a pleasure my dear! But I've gotta go back, see you in a month, Toodaloo!