#Gif format doesn't work on here I hate this place

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

In The Dark Of The Night

Pairing: Valak  / The Nun x Fem! Nun! Reader.

Summary: After arriving and joining the Covent you so didn't wish to join, Valak takes a liking to you.

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex (fem receiving), Tongue fucking, Fingering, Intercourse (P in V), Masturbation, Voyeurism, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation. Mention of reader possibly catching an STI from Valak and his ashy lips. Reader smokes weed.

Writing Time: 3 hours.

Word Count: 2251.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 6.

A/N:

Had a ball figuring this shit out. Started writing this at 1am, it's now nearly 4am and I have to be up in 2 hours 😁🔫 Think about that when the reader is crying about not getting enough sleep. I love this fic but I think Valak is very OOC, this is my first time writing him so hopefully I'll get better at it. Valak is referred to as 'The Nun' and with they/them pronouns (until they whip out their dick 😁) since I was semi writing fron the reader's perspective and they have no idea what Valak's name is or what they identify as. But I do write Valak as male, so they are male here it's just doesn't know until near the end.I'm tired so I didn't research Nuns and Covents before writing this, which I probably should of done but who cares since the movies do a poor job of explaining them? I'm sure y'all only came for the smut. I'll fix it when if I feel like it. Valak has ashy lips cause I said so.

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.

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Something felt off, to say the least. You felt more uneasy in this new unfamiliar place than any other place.

When your father announced you'd be attending this new place, you were furious. Well, furious and heartbroken. He had written you off to become a nun because it was the easiest way to send you away. And all for wait? Because you had recently been having issues with your mental health and he couldn't deal with it? Or did he need you needed Jesus?

Either way, you started hating him on the drive here. And once you stepped foot in this place and felt the almost sicken bad vibes.

The teachers had been just as you expected. Strict, never smiling and so obviously loved having power over others. Others being the new not yet devoted Nuns or freshly devoted Nuns.

You was gonna hate it here.

You had met your new sisters and to be honest, none of them mattered to you. You weren't in any kind of mood to make friends, but you hoped that would change. You didn't want to be alone here.

The only Sister that seemed like friend material was Sister Irene. She had that kind and friendly spirit that you thought all Nuns should have.

But seriously, something wasn't right around here. You couldn't place your finger on it and honestly, you hoped you never could.

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You tried to get comfortable in your new bed, but it seemed impossible. Like the Devil was purposely making the springs press into your back and then laughing at your discomfort.

You huffed as you gave up and got out of bed. You grabbed your carefully stashed away blunts and lighter and headed for your window. Unlocking the old window proved to be a little bit of a challenge but you managed.

You started at the sky as you smoked, the affect of the weed slowly crawled into you and eased you. You leaned against the wall of the window and slowly looked around your room. The atmosphere suddenly changed back to uneasy and even more so.

Something...or maybe someone caught your eye. You had spotted a figure in your room, in front of your bedroom door. It was so dark, you couldn't make out any features. Just the outline of a body.

It freaked you out to say the least and you knew you wasn't that high so this was real. It had to one of your Sisters right? Here to snitch on you for smoking a joint...right?

"If you're here to catch me up to something, well, you caught me. So what are you waiting for now? Go ahead and snitch." You called out.

No response. You were quiet for a few seconds, just staring at the figure. You then sighed a bit before drawing another drag and offering it up to the mysterious figure.

"Or do you want some?"

The figure suddenly disappeared and you couldn't see where it went. You stood up properly in fear and looked around again, you saw nothing. The room looked completely normal even in the dark but certainly didn't feel normal.

You nervously put out the blunt and crawling back into bed. You told yourself it had to have been the pot, even if you didn't feel that high it must of been that. Maybe your dealer gave you something different this time, some pot laced with something. God you hope it was just that. It has to be just a bad trip.

Fortunately, you managed to fall asleep fairly quickly after that. Bud seemed to be just what you needed to fall asleep. You would get you was asleep for maybe a little over an hour before you stirred awake.

Wonderful, awake again, and it only just turned 1am and you were gonna be woken up at 6am. Delicious, this is gonna be a night full of broken up sleep. You looked up to face the ceiling and hopefully fall asleep again, just get those much needed extra hours.

But you couldn't. And you didn't feel like smoking again, so you did the next best thing. Placed both feet against the bed with your knees bent and pushed a hand past your underwear. You carefully fingered yourselves with two fingers. As your pleasure built up, you closed your eyes and focused simply on your own pleasure. A few moaned slipped out of your mouth and when you felt although you was ready, you added another finger.

You lost yourself in your pleasure and smiled as you neared yourself closer to the edge. It didn't take too long, considering how sleepy you already was. But right as you felt your orgasm building, you opened you eyes. And boy did you regret it.

When you opened your eyes, your attention quickly went to the foot of your bed where another figure appeared. And this time, you could see their features. It was Nun, with a terrifying face say the least. You knew it wasn't another Sister because of their lovely face which was smirking down at you, giving you a lovely view of their sharp fangs. Their eyes glowing a piercing yellow.

'Hell no, not today Satan. Please no.' Is what you thought as you, now fully wide awake, threw your covers off, ripped all fingers out of your pussy and made a beeline for the door. You were stopped by a force that only could of been supernatural and air yeeted back onto your bed. You screamed as loud as you could and the creepy looking Nun inched closer and closer to you.

"Oh Baby, don't scream. Don't cry." The Nun pouted down at you and touched your right cheek.

Obviously, you screamed even louder. The Nun's soft expression disappeared almost as soon as it came and they clamped a hand down across your mouth and squeezed.

"Shut up, now." It's tone now gruff and aggressive.

You looked up at them in fear whilst noticing some strange beauty in their face and soon started crying, "Please don't hurt me."

"Oh Dear," Their soft tone suddenly back, "I'm not here to hurt you... I just wanted to help."

"H-Help?" You whispered.

The Nun gave you a smile and headed down south. You thought the smile was supposed to be comforting but it felt so evil and unsettling, it had the opposite the affect. You felt your heart beat faster in fear, the way your heart starts beating when your about to have a panic attack. It definitely didn't help that you still couldn't move and was completely immobilised by this supernatural force.

The Nun pulled your panties down to your knees, not bothering pulling them down all the way and quickly got to work. Their tongue was... something you had experienced before.

It was wet, messy and far too big to be normal. It was driving you insane. If you had to guess from just the feeling, this monster's tongue was almost the same size as the average dick. It quickly turned you into a moaning mess. Your cries became cries of pleasure and you orgasmed almost immediately. Either you was still worked up from fingering yourself, which was unlikely considering the brief heart attack you just had, or this Nun was unstoppable with their tongue.

The Nun gave you two more orgasms with their tongue before coming up. They looked down at you and smirked again. You could see now, their black lips and tongue were black from ash. It was all over their mouth and chin and you was now consumed with worry, hopefully now of that ash got caught in your pussy. Which STI would you get from that?

You hadn't noticed but the Nun had started pulling up their skirt and pulling at something underneath it. Out sprang the biggest dick you had ever seen.

Nope, that wasn't normal, if you saw that monster on any human man you'd tell them to see a Doctor. Cause 12.5 inches (you're estimating based on looks) is not normal. The Nun grinned and stared down at your terrified face as he pumped himself.

You looked up at him, "That's not going inside me."

"Yes it is." He stated matter of factly still smiling at you.

"It will kill me." You responded with a glare.

Whilst you was still a little iffy about the penis size, your fear was starting to melt away and you was no longer afraid to talk to this creature. It could be the dizziness from the multiple orgasms you just had but this was starting to feel like a normal not scary sexual encounter.

"I'll make it work." The Nun shrugged.

"Ok, but I need to know your name first." You told him.

The demon was silent for a few seconds, "I don't usually give my name... but I suppose you will need something to scream so. It's Valak."

Valak thrusted into you immediately after that, not giving you much time to adjust. You screamed in pain but Valak placed a hand over your mouth again and tsked at your vocals, as if you was the problem. He then pulled off your panties completely and shoved them in your mouth without warning, you choked a little and Valak moaned at the sound.

Fortunately Valak hadn't pushed all of himself inside of you, only the first few inches (which is still a whole dick, Valak, but ok) and didn't go any further than that. He moved in and out at normal pace, not seeming to care at all about your cervix which he was currently beating up with his monster cock.

But despite all the complaints, you was starting to love it. Once you had adjusted, you was moaning and crying again. Tears ruining your vision and making Valak more aroused therefore making him move faster.

He groaned as he fucked up and glared down at you, completely focused on your face. Deciding this wasn't enough, he bent your legs back as far as they could go, up to your head and leaving you in a mating press. This gave him more opportunity to add a couple more inches without hurting you as much.

You cried, screamed and whined as the creature defiled you. You felt filthy, absolutely disgusting. But also alive. Something you hadn't felt before. You were squirming and whimpered from a dick too big for your little pussy to comprehend and you loved it. It was now you realised there was no chance you could married to God, you was enjoying such a lewd act, letting a demon fuck you dumb, way too much.

"Please! More!" You whined against your panties.

Valak heard you loud and clear and pressed a thumb on your clit. He would of preferred to sink his whole dick into you but knew it would be too much.

He then leaned down and spat on your mouth. Most of it was immediately soaked up by your panties, which irritated the shapeshifter. So he pulled your panties out of your mouth and spat again.

"Swallow whore." He hissed at you.

You eagerly did as you was told, hoping there would be a reward. And there was, the demon grinned down at you again when he saw you followed orders well, and then shoved his whole tongue in your mouth.

He tasted just as you expected, like ash and death.

As you noticed before when he was eating you out, his tongue was not normal either. It was way too big and long, just like his dick. It filled up your mouth and made you choke slightly. But soon like before, once you adjusted to the size, you was moaning like a slut again.

You came again, you didn't know which number this one but it was definitely better than the last. But you were feeling drained now, overstimulated. You had no idea when Valak would cum though and it made you nervous, surely he would stop once he came you thought. But then, when would he cum? A demon's limit must be far greater than a human's.

And you was right, Valak could fuck for hours without cumming. And that's what he planned to do. He wanted to know what you looked like, excessively overstimulated.

You really wished you hadn't found out what made this place so off.

[zoeykallus]

Hi there, i assume you're most likely flooded with requests currently but here's my shot if you feel like it : how about how the Badbatch reacting to their s/o posting simple normal stuff on their social media (like spotify links, cute pics all that)? I think that would be so cute 🥰🥰🥰 i don't think you've done something like this before so it's totally okay if you don't want to!

Aloha!

Indeed, I am, and I barely have time to work through them, but I do, bit by bit, hoping no one hates me for being so slow 😬😅 Interesting question. Let me look into this....

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Your Social Media

Warnings: Mostly Fluff/Maybe Slightly Angsty

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

Tech

Our shy Tech uses social media to find out things about you, even before you're a couple. Stalker? Yes and no. Basically, he just uses it to try to find out what music you like, what movies, if you like to read, and if so, what books. Tech spends a lot of time browsing.

He is looking for information about you that will make it easier for him to start a conversation with you, to surprise you in a positive way and to respond to you. Tech feels more confident approaching you when he already has some background information.

But he also likes to check in on things in the future, keep up to date. He's often in the tunnel at work, and that's how he finds out if he's missed anything when he's on a mission. Maybe you've discovered a new favorite song, or something culinary, or you're reading a new book.

Of course, he doesn't miss the opportunity to send you links to reports, documentaries and the like, about whatever he's excited about. The last link was a report about upcoming, groundbreaking new hyperspace technology.

Hunter

He has no idea about social media, he himself has had no contact with it until now, and Hunter has never been interested in it. Until Wrecker points out to him that you're on social media.

"Have you seen that funny Loth cat video your sweetheart shared?"

Hunter frowns.

"What, shared, I don't quite understand."

Wrecker shows and explains everything to him in general terms, and Hunter ends up making a social media account on the Holonet. The cat video was amusing, but not the reason. He wants to know what else you share, if maybe there are hobbies he doesn't know about, or events you'd like to attend.

In fact, three days later he surprises you with tickets to an event you're dying to attend, but can't find the money in time.

Hunter doesn't spy on you, you can do whatever you want. He just picks out a few little things, like this event, to make you happy.

Echo

He stays away from it completely. In fact, he hates this social media nonsense. There was even a whole format of its own for clones, and he remembers well how some of his brothers used to act online. He doesn't really need that.

You can do whatever you want, of course, but he won't touch that stuff unless you explicitly ask him to. Echo still won't spend much time on it, just occasionally liking one of your shared posts, but that's all you can expect from him.

Echo is not comfortable on the Holonet, it's not nearly the same, yet it always kind of reminds him of his imprisonment by the Techno Union.

"You spend way too much time with this devil stuff".

Wrecker

He is all over the place. Wrecker has an account on every social media site, and he posts as regularly as he can. Cute and funny animal videos mostly and in stark contrast, videos of explosions. Every now and then a music video and articles about guns and explosives.

In fact, he bombards his pages so hard that sometimes you completely lose track of what's going on and don't really manage to keep up. But Wrecker miraculously knows, despite his own constent-posting, what's going on with you in social media.

Among other things, you once posted a picture of him when an admirer wouldn't leave you alone. After endless attempts to get rid of him and several block attempts whereupon the nag just kept making new accounts, you shared Wrecker's picture in full gear, with you next to him.

"This is my boyfriend, if you want me, work it out with him".

Wrecker drops the holopad laughing and says, "What's going on? You didn't tell me that someone was bugging you."

You shrug your shoulders, "Always wrote to me privately. I thought it was time to expose that person."

"Hm," growls Wrecker, "Let me know if he doesn't stop."

Crosshair

One of those who talk badly about social media, very badly, avoid it for quite a while and then suddenly sink into it almost like an addict. Crosshair has his holopad in his hand every free minute, checking his messages, new links and likes.

Crosshair will never admit it, but he really enjoys the attention, being anonymous in a way and still being noticed. Of course, he also digs through your social media, and you can assume that he scrutinizes everything.

He knows the guys who are on the Internet, make immoral offers, send nude pictures and want to have nude pictures and so on. Otherwise, he flies over the things rather so casually, he's not really interested, he rather wants his contributions to be seen, shared and liked.

[stromuprisahat]

Hey,

Could you do a meta on the similarities between Labyrinth (1986) and the Shadow and Bone Trilogy? I read through that one scene (Alina and Darkling Interactions on your blog) between Alina and the Darkling after her and Mal get captured and Alina has to bargain for his life and they speak about fairness and the way the public views them both (Chapter 21 of the first book, I believe). I vaguely remembered this type of conversation from another piece of media, and saw in your tags that you attributed it to Labyrinth. Honestly wondering how much the movie influenced the trilogy, as I feel like Alina was supposed to be a Sarah Williams type of character but got her character development strangled by the narrative. Honestly wondering if this makes Mal Toby (romance aside), because Alina fought hard for this man and chose him over the ‘glamorous’ life she could have lived with the guy with powers (Darkling/Jareth). Genya might be Hoggle (works for the bad guy before becoming loyal to the protagonist). Maybe this is all a stretch?

Sorry if this is weirdly formatted. Thank you so much!

No anon! Why?!

I've watched Labyrinth once, and didn't enjoy it, so I was considering passing this on someone else, but since you've delved into details, I just HAD TO rewatch it, because I can't stand not knowing what's going on! So, I'll type as a watch and this will get veeeeeery long.

First of all- I hate those ugly-ass puppets and scenes. I find them creepy, and not in the good way. I totally don't get the ?US? obsession with them, and yes- I've hated Sesame Street, when it got imported here, and I've always hated Czech attempts at copying such production (Táhni, Františku z Fanfárie a Jůheláci taky, když už jsme u toho.).

I feel like Labyrinth is one of those movies, where fanon became widely-accepted canon, because I just can't see plenty of stuff allegedly present.

Alina and Sarah certainly have two things in common- they live in their own version of the world, and they're unbearably immature spoiled brats, even though you'd expect more from them their age considered. Yet somehow, Sarah's so unreasonably whiny, she almost makes me love Alina. Perhaps if we'd age her up a little and gave her potentially world-saving powers, she could've taken the S02show!psycho's place. They seem more alike than the book girl.

I mean... I don't like children, and I wouldn't be such a bitch to a ?one? year old...

The baby was a spoiled child and wanted everything for himself…

The baby can barely stand and certainly doesn't seem able to talk. It doesn't have mental capacity to imagine "everything", sure as hell not want it.

…and the young girl was practically a slave.

Sorry, but a scene earlier I saw her room. I watch her father respect her privacy. Her evil step mother being nothing but polite and non-threatening. I come from a loving family, and I've been keeping eye on my eight-years-younger brother since he was born. To an extent- yes, but they just want her to make sure he doesn't burn down the house on accident or something. He's even fed for fuck's sake! That's hardly slavery. And no, she doesn't get a pass as a moody teenager. This is a spoiled brat behaviour.

Sarah's straight up lying to make herself the victim. That's very Alina. Or more precisely- it's very Alina's new mommy Ol' Bags, but then again it's been said before Alina would grow into Baghra in time.

Goblin King, Goblin King, wherever you may be… …take this child of mine far away from me!

We have a better Czech ballad about children-stealing demon punishing short-tempered mother:

"Pojď si proň, ty Polednice, pojď, vem si ho, zlostníka!“ – A hle, tu kdos u světnice dvéře zlehka odmyká.

Kytice- Polednice (Karel Jaromír Erben)

“Come and get him, noon witch, come take him! I can bear no more!” And look, someone’s outside – a thumb is stealthily working the lock at the door.

A Bouquet: of Czech Folktales (transl. by Marcela Malek Sulak)

I went through it quickly, and the translation doesn't look bad, so it's available on libgen if you're interested.

Alina had her immortality and complementary powers, but what does Jareth see in Sarah is beyond me.

Sarah says she wants her brother back, but honestly- it sounds more like she doesn't want to get in trouble because of him. I don't know if it's only the acting, or if it's intentionally portrayed so, but she doesn't look like someone, who just realized they care about someone else.

It might be the whiny undertone in her voice. Irritating, if anything.

Yeah, a pissing puppet is exactly what I needed to see...

Genya is certainly prettier than Hoggle.

And doesn't piss in public.

The walls of the Labyrinth look like Terezín before reconstruction.

Sarah gets an advice and doesn't bother to delve into it. Another tiny similarity with Alina. Except Alina had her half-a-thought of doubt, and her advisor is a malevolent cunt with her own interests. The freaky worm seemed genuine in its desire to help.

Obligatory song and dancing. *shoot me, please*

The only way out of here is to try one of these doors. One of them leads to the castle at the centre of the labyrinth. And the other one leads to… …certain death.

Please, pick the death one...

"Helping hands"... every creep's wet dream...

Yeah, the evil hot accent isn't enough to make me like this villain. Fucking 80s...

Those depressive warning faces are probably the only thing I might even ~like~.

Okay, NOW he was hot.

Jareth and Sarah have the fairness conversation, when he shortens her time to punish her for her defiance. Aleksander and Alina's take place, when he wants her to face consequences of her own actions and accept responsibility. He's the wronged one there, because she didn't consider anyone or anything, when she chose to trust Baghra and ran off.

Sarah gets Hoggle to follow her by stealing his stuff. She gets the doorknockers to let her in by tricking the mumbling one into taking the unpleasant ring back into his mouth and doesn't even try to pull it out again, or knock without it attached. She's rather cruel in her thoughtlessness, isn't she?

Aleksander never shames Genya for wanting to be Alina's friend. He never blackmails her to help him. She's the one, who provokes his rightful wrath for no good reason.

I think Jareth might be what LB (sometimes) wants us to see in Aleksander. Except it's hardly what she shows by his actions, only what her characters describe.

Another difference- Aleksander doesn't only want Alina, he needs her for his plan to save his people. Jareth merely has the worst possible taste in women.

Okay, the dog making hoof-clopping noises also isn't the worst idea.

I'm kinda sorry Aleksander never tried to poison/drug Alina. That might be fun. Even the collaring couldn't really make her compliant, so he's technically nicer even in this aspect. I can see antis claiming he tried to woo her by showing her the splendor of Little Palace and giving her the centre role in Winter Fete, but the former wasn't different from Grisha in officer training, the later was the Crown's doing. He's even said to despise such events.

Sarah is a modern teenager. Alina's considered adult in her world. I got to the ball scene, where it's painfully obvious Sarah is a child in adult's clothes and make-up. I'm a bit surprised she was played by an actual teenager.

Alina starts off willing to do anything for Malyen, and ends up becoming just what he wants. Sarah starts off selfishly bullying a baby, only to turn 180° as soon as he's stolen, so excuse I'm not persuaded she means it. She doesn't manage it in next hour and half.

~ I have to face him alone. - But why? ~ Because that's the way it's done.

The logic is very Alina, but she never insists on facing the Darkling alone, except that one time she attempts murder/suicide.

Oh no, Aleksander would never wear something this teAsticleless

And no, I truly don't mean the colour.

I ask for so little. Just let me rule you… …and you can have everything that you want. Just fear me, love me, do as I say… …and I will be your slave.

Again, that's no Aleksander at all. He didn't want to rule Alina, he wanted to rule alongside her. He only tried to force her once she endangered his plans for his country and people.

He never promised her everything she's want, because the only thing she seems to want is to be left alone to live in obscurity with no expectations placed on her.

He doesn't want her to fear him and she never does. He doesn't even crave people's fear. He uses it as a tool, when there's no better option.

He doesn't mind Alina defying him, finds it attractive actually, as long as it doesn't ruin- once again- his plans for Ravka and Grisha protection.

The slave line actually reminds me of much better representation of book!Aleksander- I Wanna Be Your Slave by Måneskin.

I was pretty sure I've seen Cinema Therapy episode on Labyrinth I deeply agreed with, but can't find it, so... :(

[chaoscriess]

hey sorry to disturb but can you maybe do a one-shot of maddyxreader where she doesn't like not eeceiving attention from -reader-? Thanks and have a great morning,after noon or night!

absolutely! I love this idea! sorry it took so long! not exactly what you asked, but I tried! got a bit carried away though. I've recently changed my preferences on writing gn reader for the girls, and I've decided that I'll only write wlw/gxg fics for female characters. thank you for understanding.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! arguing, angst, maddy and reader being dumb and not communicating, some infidelity? maddy is kinda

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. mentions of the song michelle by sir chloe!!! love that song.

maddy x fem!reader

you and maddy had been together for a while.

9 months, one week, and 5 days, to be exact.

you knew she was yours, you knew she would never do anything to hurt you

maddy was the same, as far as you knew

but one day, when you two were at the mall near your house, you ran into an old friend

"oh my god, y/n?! is that you?" you looked around, initially not seeing anyone you knew, but stopping when you saw a taller man that you recognized. his name was caleb, and you knew him for 7 years before he moved away. you smiled brightly before quickly walking towards him and embracing him in a tight hug. "oh my god, I never thought I'd see you again, caleb!" he smiled at you and hugged you tightly, rubbing your back slightly. "yeah well," he paused, pulling away and shifting his feet, looking to the ground sadly, "my mom got sick and my dad got into a pretty mad accident at work so now I'm here. I have to take care of both of them for a while before I can get out of here again."

you smile at him before laughing softly and shaking your head. "yeah, hopefully I'll be out of here too, pretty soon." he smiled at you and placed his hand on your shoulder. "maybe we can go together!" you chuckled at his words and muttered a 'yeah yeah', dismissing his flirty behavior. "well, I have to go, my girlfriend's waiting for me". you watched his face drop slightly as you turned around and made your way to maddy, laughing at the man.

you saw the look on maddy's unhappy face, and your smile turned into a concerned frown. "what's wrong, babe?" she rolled her eyes and turned around, leaving you standing there confused as she walked away.

maddy was super clingy for a couple days. holding onto you wherever you went, whining when you pulled away from her, and yelling at you when you called her clingy. "well If it weren't for you eye fucking that caleb guy!"

you got into a fight about it, you told her you were laughing at him for flirting with you, and she told you that she wouldn't doubt it if you had been in love with him when you were younger and still loved him.

you definitely didnt, he wasnt your type.. like, at all.

you tried to tell her that you only loved her, that you were head over heels for her and you'd never leave her, but she didnt believe you.

she stopped begging you for affection and attention, instead showing up at all the parties you went to and getting affection and attention by dancing with other people. you were upset, obviously, you two never broke up, you weren't even on a break.

you ignored her attempts to make you jealous, sitting on the couch with fezco, high as heaven, instead of giving her the attention she wanted.

you could tell she was upset, but you did nothing wrong.

right?

right.

anyways,

it was midnight. you watched maddy dance with a girl named michelle. that girl was a monster from hell, she'd hated you since you got with maddy, you always knew she liked her. you were the first girl maddy had been with, and the one that made her realize she liked girls. it broke your heart to see her dance with michelle. you sighed and looked down at the joint in your hand before taking one last hit and handing it to fezco, standing up and walking to maddy. you smiled when you saw maddy look at you with a smile on her face, but your bright smile was replaced with a look of anger and hurt when you saw her grab michelle's hand and lead her to an empty room.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you quickly walked towards maddy and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from an angry michelle. "y/n, what the hell?! what are you doing?" you scoffed at the dark haired girl and dragged her out of the house, into your car. "what the fuck maddy? what was that?" she looked at you weird, like you were speaking a foreign language. "what was what? I was just dancing." you scoffed, chuckling lightly, you were really getting pissed off.

"maddy, that wasnt dancing, she was all over you. why were you even going into that room?" maddy sighed and looked down before speaking. "I asked her for help.. we were trying to make you jealous. youve been ignoring me, so.. I thought it would be a good idea." you frowned at her and shook your head. "maddy, why the hell would that be a good idea?!" you looked at her and you immediately felt bad for yelling at her.

"I dont know! I just.. missed you, I guess. I felt like you didnt care about me anymore.." you felt tears well up in your eyes, why the hell were you crying? wait, was maddy crying too? shit. "maddy, of course I still care about you! I'm fucking in love with you, for christ's sake!" your eyes widened, you had never said that out loud before. she looked up at you with wide eyes, they were red from crying. "oh, maddy.." you put your hands on her cheeks and kissed her gently, swiping away her tears with your thumbs, before pulling away and leaning your forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry... I should have talked to you about it instead of going to michelle." you pulled away, shook your head and let out a quiet 'no'. you couldn't stay mad at her. "it's fine, I'm not mad anymore. are you alright? I didnt mean to yell at you.." she sniffled and nodded. "and.. y/n?" you looked up at her in anticipation before she continued speaking. "I love you too."

in the end, you and maddy got over it.

this actually helped the two of you, in a way

you were more trusting, more honest

and you didnt get jealous every time one of you talked to someone.

[totiredtowrite]

Can you write aizawa meeting denkis dad and like father like son is also a himbo?

Thoughtless Man - Headcanons

Warnings - Cursing

Note: Long headcanons? Long headcanons! Now I know what you're gonna say, "But Unavailable, the only two Aizawa works you have are headcanons!" and you are absolutely correct. My brain is going down the drain, I don't think I could pull another full fic out of my backside 😩. I did have fun with this though, the loose format of headcanons is a nice break from plot development in fics hehe

sorry it took like a week lmao

Male Reader

Tired hobo man oh noo

Aizawa is just a himbo magnet

This poor poor man istg

Anyways it's himbo headcanon time hehe

Different formatting 0o0

Meeting

You met at a typical parent teacher conference

Honestly Aizawa was hoping that you would be nothing like your son, but the universe has dashed his hopes once more

You seemed very respectful though, so at least you don't sUCK-

But anyways

You yourself aren't a hero, but you fully support Denki's ambition

Aizawa actually thought it was kind of endearing how much you wanted him to succeed

He'd casually slip something in like "Where'd he get his energy from" or something like that

And you'd just kind of chuckle and go "His mom. We split up though, so I try my best to deal with him :)"

CAUGHT HIS ATTENTION

You're single?

ohoho

Well that changes everything doesn't it?

No, actually, it doesn't.

He doesn't care.

Not now at least

Aizawa's Totally Heterosexual Panic

After the conference Aizawa was doing his normal stuff

Yknow, being tired and hating his job

Everything is as usual

Until you popped into his classroom??

You could see the question marks in the air

Naturally he's like "Oh Kaminari's hot dad why r u here?"

And you'd answer with something about needing to leave something for Denki

Because I can't think of a valid reason

PLOT PROGRESSION

You, being charismatic somehow coerced him into a conversation?

And you were actually really sweet and fun to talk to???

Panic frfr

As it turns out you're just oblivious and naturally good with people

If you aren't just pretend

So now the little fact that you're single is just CIRCLING HIS HEAD

Oh no, what will this 100% straight man do?

How This Disaster Relationship Happened

This man didn't ask you out he's too much of a pussy

He can handle literally anything but this

Villains? Yeah sure he'll beat their ass

Angsty teenagers with strong quirks? Yeah he's got it

Present Mic? Kind of-

But he absolutely will not ask you out first

How rude, you had to do it

You actually ran into each other at the supermarket

You, having a kid ykyk go to the store every now and then so you don't starve

And you saw Aizawaaaaa

And you basically just run up to him n go "Aizawa-san!"

Man was terrified

Basically you struck up another conversation

One topic led to another topic, and before you knew it, you said "Hey wanna get dinner sometime?"

He got sO REd

Ofc he said yes he isn't a loser smh

And BOOM relationship

How You Are As A Couple

Cuuute

Zawa is soft for you but he will admit it the day he dies

He doesn't have to admit it though

He's obvious frfr

Present Mic and Midnight tease him about it all the time

You're picking him up from work?

Bet ur ass they'll poke fun at him

They are actually happy for him though, the man needs some love

Aizawa is surprisingly affectoinate

He won't initiate anything though

He'll just kind of hover around you until you invite him to cuddle

man is hopeless

But now for the elephant in the room

Your son 0-0

Denki actually didn't know you and Aizawa were together until like 2 or 3 months after

Aizawa had left his keys at your place

And you figured "hey why not give them to him, it's along the way to my work anyways"

So you pull up to UA

Check in through the front (cause security ykyk), and head to his classroom

You open the door, say "hey babe you left your keys," dropped the keys on his desk, gave him a kiss on the cheek, waved to denki, and left

The chaos you just walked away from

"AIZAWA-SENSEI'S DATING MY DAD???"

Kirishima and Mina will not let him live it down

Denki totally calls Aizawa dad just to gauge his reaction

So much chaos I love it

[kazewhara]

Everyone just want angst,and hurt poor KAZUHA </3, so I am here for sum fluff😌How would Kazuha take care of sick reader :D

cure for the soul.

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha

# — summary: they say that chicken soup is cure for the soul, but you have a kazuha, and he's ten times better than some lousy soup.

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: modern au, hc/drabble format, fluff, sick fic, zuzu got carried away

# — notes: dude i was sick maybe.. a month and a half ago and had the WORST sinus headache.. what i wouldn't give to have had kazuha caring for me at that time :( but, as always, reblogs and reactions are always appreciated and i hope you enjoy it! also, bundle up as the weather gets chilly, and take care of yourself!

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it's that time of year when the summer has begun to make way for fall

the days are shorter, the air is cooler, the wind is stronger..

the last flowers in the gardens are saying their goodbyes and the trees are putting on their fall attires

it's kazuha's favorite time of the year! mostly because of the maple leaves and the breezy weather

but also, as you know (at least i'd hope you do -_-) that kazuha's birthday falls around this time of year! so really, it's just good vibes from him all around

believe it or not, kazuha's a seasonal kind of guy, so trust and believe that your shared home will embody fall as soon as the first trees shed their leaves

as soon as you open the door to your apartment, you're embraced by the rich scent of sandalwood. normally this wouldn't surprise you, since your boyfriend always smells like this, but it's particularly strong today. you remove your shoes at the door and step further inside.

"kazuha?" you call inside. you crane your neck to try and find him. now that you're in your living room, you're starting to pick up cinnamon mixed in with the sandalwood. it warms your chest with every breath and you can't help but smile. "i know you're in here somewhere."

"ah, you're home." kazuha pops his head out of your bedroom door, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. if anyone saw him like this, they would think it's been forever since you two saw each other. "how was your day?" he asks, walking out of the room to hug you.

you can't help the fond chuckle that bubbles out of you. "it was alright. what have you been up to all day?" you hear him sigh once he's got you in his arms completely. today was his day off from work so he stayed home while you went out, but he sometimes acts as though you'd been gone for a week. you can't complain, though. not when he holds you like this.

kazuha starts rocking side to side. "nothing special," he says quietly. you can hear his voice in his chest, low and content.

"nothing special, huh?" you look up at him. "then why does the place smell like fall?"

whenever kazuha gets embarrassed, it usually shows on his ears. he's smart enough to hide them from view with his hair, so you reach and brush his hair back to see the tips of his ears growing red. "kazuha," you chide playfully. "september just started. there's barely any orange leaves yet."

kazuha doesn't look away from you, but he takes your hand away from his hair and kisses the inside of your wrist. he's not slick; he's trying to distract you with affection. you hate that it works so well, even now. "it's not unpleasant though, is it?" he murmurs into your skin. "i'm rather fond of this seasonal transition."

you don't bother stopping the butterflies that take flight in your stomach. "you say that every year." you laugh nervously and kazuha leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. "couldn't you have waited until october, at least?"

kazuha pretends to think for all of two seconds before shaking his head. "mmh, i don't believe i could."

you roll your eyes. you expected as much. "well, do you want some help, then? i saw the little leaf decorations by the door."

there's a flicker of something so... delicate in kazuha's eyes at your question. something you've dedicated your life to preserving. how could you not indulge him?

to make a long story "short", kazuha loves fall. a lot.

he's a cozy guy, what can i say?

he's got a seemingly endless supply of sweaters, cardigans, and hoodies all prepared for any type of weather

it's actually really cute when you see him conflicted about which sweater to wear

you, on the other hand, are not as committed to the whole "autumn" thing like kazuha is

so you're not exactly prepared for the sudden drop in temperature

in your defense, it was totally uncalled for

one day it was cool enough for you to get away with wearing (stealing) one of kazuha's light cardigans, and the next, you could feel the sharp breeze in your bones

you don't think much of it, though. you're used to this

but as they say, hindsight is 20/20

you really should have paid more attention to the weather, because soon enough, you're wrapping yourself in layers even while you're indoors

you catch on pretty quickly that you're getting sick -- post-nasal drip is a bitch, but pretty easy to hide if you're careful

so you decide to hold off on the cold medicine for now.. it should be fine, right?

wrong.

it gets bad really fast.

"dove, are you alright?" kazuha asks as he sits beside you on the couch. you've got your knees pulled to your chest and your warmest throw blanket wrapped around your shoulders. you feel pretty good like this, even if it feels like there's knives in your throat every time you swallow.

you hum in response, but immediately regret it. any noise you make threatens to tear your throat into pieces. you wince subtly and look at your boyfriend, your eyes bleary. "i'm fine, why do you ask?"

kazuha scoots closer to you, his eyebrows drawn with concern. "you've been behaving strangely for the past few weeks. if something’s wrong, you know you can talk to me, right?"

as flattered as you are to hear that, you're more relieved at the fact that kazuha hasn't noticed how many layers you're wearing underneath this blanket. the heat was on, but you still felt as though there was a frigid breeze blowing through the room. you give kazuha a weak smile. "i know," you say. you clear your throat, unable to mask your grimace this time. "but everything's alright, i promise."

you don't put up a fight when kazuha gives you a look of disbelief. you know he saw the face you just made. he takes your face in his hand and you close your eyes at how cool his hand is. he makes a noise of what you think is disappointment.

"angel, your face is on fire." he remarks. when you open your eyes again, kazuha has both of his hands on your face. he leans in and presses his forehead to yours briefly before pulling back with the most troubled expression you've ever seen. "you're probably running a high grade fever! why didn't you say anything?"

you can't explain yourself; partially because you're too embarrassed to admit that you were just careless, and partially because as soon as kazuha said that you were burning up out loud, your body took that as a sign to drop all the symptoms of a cold on you at once. you didn't want to acknowledge it for this very reason. you close your eyes and lean your head back against the couch.

"too tired," you reply. your tongue feels foreign in your mouth. "m'fine though, honest."

"dove, you are the furthest thing from fine." kazuha retorts. he takes the blanket off of you and clicks his tongue when he sees you curl in on yourself. your chills were intense; you feel as though you'd been pushed outside without a jacket on. you whine his name but kazuha ignores you and scoops you up and carries you into your room.

the entire way there, he chastises you for not telling him that you were feeling under the weather and you nod lazily. kazuha sets you down and tucks you in. he turns to leave -- probably to get a thermometer -- but you grab his shirt, stopping him from leaving.

"you're not... mad at me, are you?" you ask timidly.

if there's one thing you know about kazuha, it's that he hates when he's being lied to. you don't think you lied to him by not telling him, but an omission of the truth must still be a breach of trust in his eyes. the thought of him being upset with you hurts more than the killer headache that's starting to bloom at your temples.

kazuha steps closer and presses a hand over your forehead, his face softening. "i'm not mad at you, love; i could never be." he says. "but i am upset that you didn't alert me sooner." when you mumble an apology, kazuha lightly squeezes the bridge of your nose, chuckling when you close your eyes. "don't be sorry. i'm sure you just didn't want me to worry, but can you promise not to do this again?"

your eyelids feel too heavy to open again, so you don't bother. you turn on your side. "maybe when i wake up." to you, your voice sounds like a jumbled mess of random noises. kazuha snorts and pats your shoulder.

"that's good enough for me."

as we all know, the flu SUCKS. it's the worst

it's gross and painful and ew ew ew, okay

but kazuha takes it all in stride, as he does with most things, honestly

you only get worse after you wake up from that first nap

and while kazuha isn't beside you the entire time (bc we can't risk infection like that), he checks up on you every 15 minutes or so..

at some point though, he starts coming in every five minutes because he's worried about you

you're not voicing your discomfort or pain, and that scares him

but after a day or two, your terrible symptoms dwindle and you're really just battling a high fever

and as those of you who have had the flu may know, high fevers come with delirium

"my boyfriend would be really mad if he saw you taking care of me, y'know."

kazuha, who was busy changing out the ice pack for your head, goes completely still.

you'd been pretty quiet for the past two days, opting to suffer in silence. but today, you've been oddly chatty, talking about the wildest things kazuha has ever heard come out of your mouth. a quick google search told him that this was normal for people with high fevers, but that didn't stop him from being surprised by your ramblings.

he thought it was kind of cute, in a way. your nose was really stuffed and your eyes were half-lidded, but there was something endearing about the way you spoke to him about literally anything that popped in your head.

though at times like this, kazuha wonders what goes on in that mind of yours. still taken aback by your words, kazuha switches out the ice pack for a new one, smiling softly when you sigh. "what do you mean?" he asks. "am i not allowed to take care of you?"

you sniff and scrunch your nose at him. "no, you can still take care of me," you mumble, "but my boyfriend would probably wanna do it himself."

kazuha stifles a laugh. you're not entirely wrong -- if someone else were to take care of you right now, he'd be a little disappointed that he couldn't do it himself, but he wouldn't be mad. "would he, now?" he rests a hand on your burning cheek. "your boyfriend sounds like a pretty nice guy."

"mhm, he is. my kazuha's the greatest, actually."

he'd said that on a whim with the intent of complimenting himself, but the dopey smile you show him makes his heart skip a beat. kazuha blinks at you for a moment before chuckling. "your kazuha, you say." suddenly, he gets an idea. "why don't you tell me about him?"

you nod and then make a face. that must have been too much movement. "well, he's a big baby."

kazuha snorts loudly. this already wasn't going the way he planned. "that hurts."

"mmh, and he's got this pretty mole on his neck somewhere," you continue with your eyes closed. "he thinks i don't know that he's ticklish, he really, really like cuddling, and fish, and... sleeping in the sun..?" you open your eyes. "hey, do you think my boyfriend is a cat?"

kazuha can't contain his laughter this time. he'd kiss you right now if he could. he'd asked you to tell you about him hoping that you would say something nice -- maybe you'd be sappier since you weren't giving your words much thought -- but instead, you were literally just listing off facts about him. how you came to the conclusion that he was a cat, he'll never know.

"why're you laughing," you whine, "it's a serious question!"

"i-i'm sure it is, dove." kazuha says between chuckles. "but no, i don't," he chortles, "i don't think your boyfriend is a cat. is there anything else you would like to tell me about him."

you eye him warily, and kazuha has to stop himself from bursting into laughter again. "why d'you wanna know so much about my boyfriend anyway? he's my boyfriend, y'know. i'm not gonna share."

"not even if i ask nicely?"

"absolutely not. besides, i don't think he'd want me to share him with anyone." your dazed smile slowly spreads across your face again. "i love him so much," you sniff and close your eyes once more, "my kazuha."

kazuha purses his lips in an attempt to contain himself. a part of him regrets not having recorded that little interaction. he moves the ice pack and places his hand on your forehead, grinning when you murmur something about his hand being nice and cool. "do you want me to pass on the message for you," he asks softly, "that you love him?"

you hum, but it sounds more like a groan. "yes, please." you mutter. "but don't even think about kissing him for me. i can do that myself, thank you very much."

kazuha can't catch the laugh that leaves him in time, but thankfully, you don't seem to mind. you really are his ray of sunshine, even when you're ill. kazuha presses a kiss on the back of the hand that's pressed against your forehead. it'll have to do for now; he wants nothing more than to smother you in kisses.

it was nice to have you stroke his ego with your compliments, strange as they may have been, but what has kazuha practically drowning in the wave of love he's thrown himself into is how sincerely you said every word. he's never doubted your feelings for him a day in his life, and it's a beautiful thing to know that he'll never have to.

kazuha sighs, his cheeks starting to ache from how long he's been smiling. "i'll tell him everything, okay?" he puts the ice pack back on your forehead. you don't reply; your breathing has evened out. you were probably going to be out for the rest of the day now. since you were talking so much, though, this was probably a sign that you were getting better.

kazuha makes his way out the room with a chuckle. he couldn't wait for you to recover.

the road to recovery is a bumpy one, but kazuha seems to pave it just for you

kazuha's cooking skills aren't exactly on xiangling's level, but he's good enough to make foods that you can easily digest (even though, thanks to your stupid stuffy nose, you can't taste it </3)

even though your fever broke within another day or two, kazuha still dotes on you rather heavily; probably even more so than before you were coherent

you were able to stand and walk around without the world spinning like a fucking top after some time, and yet kazuha was.. kinds glued to your side the whole time

you're not complaining -- it's nice to have him so close since he's like your own personal space heater

but you are curious as to why he won't stop touching you

so once you've fully recovered, you feel the need to ask:

"kazu'?"

"hmm?"

"did you miss me or something?"

kazuha looks up from staring at your entwined fingers. you're on the couch in your living room with the tv playing one of kazuha's favorite old movies, but instead of watching it, he's been intently watching your hands as he mindlessly played with your fingers.

after being sick for the better part of a week, you were glad you didn't have to verbally express how much you just wanted him to hold you since you weren't on your deathbed anymore. but there's something bothering you about kazuha's behavior, though you're not sure what it is and if it's a good thing or not.

"i suppose you could say that," he agrees. he brings your fingers to his lips, giving each one a feather light kiss. he huffs a small laugh through his nose when your fingers twitch with the urge to pull away. "i know i spent time taking care of you, but it still felt like you were far away from me somehow. i'm so glad you're better now, dove."

you feel your cheeks heating up when he doesn't lower your hand from his lips. kazuha's gaze is rich with warmth as he looks at you from over your fingers. for a second you worry that your fever is returning. you don't think you'll ever be used to his bouts of affection, even if they make sense. "y-yeah, i..." you mumble. "...missed you too, kazuha."

kazuha pulls you into his arms by your hand and lies down, taking you down with him so you're on top of him. "that's good to hear." he says. you can hear his voice in his chest; it's soothing. neither of you say anything for a while, the silence only broken by the tv.

then, just as you feel yourself starting to doze off, kazuha speaks. "you wouldn't happen to remember what we talked about a few days ago, would you?"

you sit up a bit so you can see him. "no, why? was it important?" you notice kazuha pressing his lips together in order to stop himself from laughing. you frown. "kazuha, what did we talk about?"

kazuha shakes his head. "nothing, nothing," he says lightly, "it was nothing serious, love. i promise. it was just... interesting, is all."

you squint at him. "is that really all?"

"well..." kazuha pulls you back down. "what do you think about getting a kitten?"

"did i say i wanted one? is that what we talked about?"

kazuha snickers. "something to that effect, yes. i think tomo would like to bring his cat over more often, as well. it would be nice, no?"

it would be, you think, but you still feel like he's not telling you something. that, and you're plenty sure that kazuha's enough of a cat as it is. you won't tell him that, of course. "you're not wrong." you hum. "but are you sure you're not hiding anything else from me?"

kazuha actually starts to think it over, and you feel a mild form of dread start to spark in your stomach when he chuckles suddenly. "actually, i'd like to know if you refer to me as 'my kazuha' to your friends."

you groan loudly, the dread morphing into full-fledged embarrassment. not because you know you likely said that to kazuha while you were sick, but because on occasion, you do refer to him that way. "i'm gonna pretend i didn't hear that." you mutter.

"so, that's a yes?"

"i'm ignoring you."

✧ the cleaning of the drafts begins! i rlly do hope this came out as good as i wanted it to be... this is pretty late, so i'm really sorry to the anon :( i'll try not to take this long with future requests, but until then, i hope you enjoyed this!

[retphienix]

Alright fuck it I'm doin' it.

I've had this voice in the back of my head saying "You should play through FF1" "You should finally beat the original game" for years now and it's only gotten louder in recent times, so I'm gonna.

But also, I'm not?

I'm doing something I want to do even more that only kinda counts as beating FF1 lol

I wanna play an expanded hack of FF1, that just sounds really fun to me.

Enter, Final Fantasy Ultra Champion Edition.

A hack of FF1 that, to my understanding, is geared towards fixing the things that don't work, adding "some" more content (like dungeons but not a metric ton, a reasonable amount [4]), making combat more interesting through adjusting movesets and formations (and adding more health and fixing some broken features like regeneration), and yada yada I don't know all the jazz I just know it looks really interesting.

I don't even know yet if combat is classic "You can swing at nothing so you need to pay attention and git gud" or if it has the popular new-school retarget system incorporated. I kinda hope it's the oldschool system because I hated that as a kid but it intrigues me today- and because all my experience with FF1 is on the GBA remake which had the fix- so I'd like this to be a bit different to that.

What I DO know is this!

MORE CLASSES, BAYBEEEEEEEE. (ignore name inconsistency- used quick gif recorder and it didn't handle it well)

I won't lie, all that other stuff is really cool, but I saw that this hack meaningfully expands (as in thought was put into balancing things) the class roster and it made me excited to try it.

Now I THINK a trade-off for this is that classes don't upgrade after you meet the dragon or whatever, which is a double edge sword.

On the one hand the upgrade is one of the most recognizable and cool moments of FF1- it's what I strove for as a kid playing the GBA version and it was always really cool to do- it's MY favorite part.

On the other hand, if this is true then that means you don't have to worry about over-leveling at all because in the original version the upgraded classes had better stat growth but this wasn't retroactive, so you could nerf yourself if you grinded too much before the class change.

We'll see. All said I'm calling it a neutral change, assuming it's true. I'm gonna miss the class change a lot if it doesn't happen, but with more options from the start I think I'll be okay.

Now the main draw for me are the new classes and there is arguably too much to say on them all right here and now, it's best to say "There's a readme for this game, check that out"

The gist being each class is MUCH more specialized than before, and there's more of a spread of options for where you get your magic from, as well as every class utilizing only one weapon type.

So my initial thoughts were to go Paladin to tank, Viking because I'm obviously bringing the big damage swinger into the mix, Ninja as a fill in because I wanted someone with a sword and she sounded alright, and Sage because BIG HEFTY MAGIC DUDE sounds divine.

The thing is...

I AM more interested in bringing more buffs and debuffs than I am having a ninja that shoots off a spell from time to time.

I'm torn between Monk for more utility or Ninja almost exclusively so I have someone who can use any good swords I find.

AAAAh. I'll go Ninja. Sure the magic is more boring with Ninja but I am vaguely remembering a good deal of strong swords in FF1 and it'd be a shame to run a full party of 4 who can't use them.

As interesting as the Monk's magic options are, it is a lot less interesting gear wise to go Monk, and look, I love a good monk. Monks in FF are some of my faves, but this is FF1 and there are really interesting items to find and he doesn't get to play with nearly any of them (probably why this mod gives Monks all the indirect spells in the first place).

[filthy-darkweaver]

Interview with the Kael... pire? 4

The conclusion. It's... it's all over the place.

Faltheriel: *whispers over the phone in the royal office while he can see Kael'thas out in the hallway dancing to his own Boy With Hate tik tok that Faltheriel secretly made* The door is closed now. But I can still see him through the stupid, fancy window thing he had installed... I dunno what it is? It's a weird enchanted mage window where he can see me working. Help!!

Rachel: *a beautiful, dark-skinned Human woman lounging at home on the couch with a newspaper, beside Night Elf Dannox* Oh, that's horrible. Faltheriel honey, I'm so sorry you have to deal with this at work.

Dannox: Did Filthy tell you it was all my idea? This is so sweeeeet that it's actually happening!

Rachel: A scheme to rival Kael's own fel-addicted, hair-brained ideas? I'd gathered that.

Faltheriel: Shut up, Dannox.

Rachel: *nudges Dannox with her foot, but he tries to tickle it*

Faltheriel: Please, Rach! Kael'thas wants me to come up with a new tik tok handle for him by the end of today! And he doesn't actually know I'm going to re-name my own tik tok because he still doesn't know I'm the one really behind this. I've been trying to come up with something perfect all day, but I'm just... I'm freaking out here, I can't! And, I could lose everything if I screw this up!

Rachel: So. In my experience as someone who writes for various Horde and Alliance newspapers under a monniker... What to call Kael'thas Sunstrider on tik tok? Hrmmm...

Dannox: Something from his past? Like phoenix... something.

Faltheriel: *harsh whisper* What is Dannox actually doing right now? He's not helping! Tell our useless trophy husband to go play outside while the adults work.

Rachel: He's tickling my feet, actually. Now it's turned into a massage. Mrmmm...

Faltheriel: Stop seducing our wife while I'm at work!

Dannox: Oh. So today can't be like every other day of our lives because...?

Rachel: Filthy means it, cut it out. He's really worried. And let me think. Hrmmm.

Faltheriel: He's vain. He probably wants it to sound like it's really him, but he wants to seem trendy, like it's not him?

Rachel: I'm afraid because I think I do understand where he's coming from. You know, Kael'thas really is highly intelligent. If the Convocation of Silvermoon had survived, he'd be surrounded by advisors and PR professionals. We'd never know about his more annoying traits.

Faltheriel: I think about that a lot, too. I mean, consider a day at the office for me if there were, well, a hundred of me.

Dannox: You could stay home and play with us. *hugs Rachel*

Rachel: You know, all those stories and videos out there with Kael'thas cast as a complete simpleton do him no favors. It's robbing the fandom, really, of a very dynamic, complex character. There is dark in him, as well as light. Not necessarily a good man, but we can all understand how Kael was driven to the edge. He's almost a tragic character, possibly Shakespearean.

Faltheriel: But there's a playfulness as well, a kind of fun irony. I thought more Dickensian?

Rachel: Possibly. But that's really bleak. No, I just... *she takes off her glasses, twirls them* Sometimes it pains me that he's not more regularly depicted with great depth. It's all there. The loss of a great love, or a perceived one. And the loss of his father, his country, all weighing on him. The worst betrayal of all from his rival. Nothing, nothing I've read or watched in all these years seems to get at the heart, the real thorn in there, the true reason--the how, if you will--that explains Kael’thas' downfall. What, specifically, broke him in the end? Who was there to watch? And wasn't Illidan supposed to be there, too? Witnessing this beautiful youth crumble? *puts her glasses back on, unfolds the newspaper* All that.

Dannox: *Pretends to snore loudly, Rachel moves her cute feet out of his lap*

Faltheriel: *rubs his temples* Well, I suppose on social media sites, we're forced to boil Kael'thas down into a more easily digestible format.

Rachel: It's why I turn to fanfiction every time for the real good stuff. Long-form appeals to me I guess. Boiling Kael down into a memey joke on places like tumblr must cause some fans real suffering; though I guess it's also fun too, sometimes.

Pooktales god-voice: It SO is and yes it does.

Faltheriel: *back behind the fourth wall* And, Kael is damn funny so it's bound to be tempting. And, he's a very good-looking man. He is, in fact gorgeous. I mean, hello?

Rachel: But I want the whole man, not just the gristle. The meat, the bones, the whole meal. His life has expensive, award-winning historical drama written all over it. With fancy elves! I'd watch it.

Faltheriel: Me too! Oh man, who would you cast to play Kael'thas? *coils the cord of his office phone in his manicured fingers*

Rachel: That guy who plays the Witcher? You know, he also plays Warcraft. He'd be perfect.

Faltheriel: Oh you just like his muscles. If I could just... freeze the guy from Interview With the Vampire, Lestat you know? And use him? I don't know why.

Dannox: *snores even louder* Is the sleepover party done yet, girls?

Faltheriel: Well. I adore that maniac, but it looks like I'm out of a job if I can't turn over my tik tok for him in like... five minutes. I'm just here staring at the screen. He's gonna find out everything. I feel just horrible about what I did, turning my own sovereign's private moment into a joke on the internet. This is all too much for me. I have to be honest with him. As you say, and I agree my love... he's been through enough in his life.

Rachel: Oh no, Faltheriel! Don't give up. It's just one more tiny lie, and you'll be running his social media! That's like a promotion. The tik tok account for Kael'thas Sunstrider!

Faltheriel: He's done dancing. He's walking back to my office. That's his signature 'I know what I want and heads will roll' strut, alright. Same as back in Dalaran. Same as in Tempest Keep. In the Shadowlands, he more floated. But you get my imagery. Yep, he's waving at me.

Rachel: Let's see... his brand... so his name?

Faltheriel: I can't use his name, Kael already said not to. Look, hun. I should hang up.

Rachel: Wait! It's coming to me... Sunstrider... Sun... uh...

Faltheriel: I can't hold him off any longer.

Dannox: Hold up! Wait, Filthy, please! Don't lose your job over what I stupidly started. If anyone can do it, Rachel can!

Rachel: Some play on... Sunstrider... Sun...

Kael'thas: *comes in the office door* Are we all finished? I have a game of Hearthstone to play with Grand Magister Rommath. So show me my new tik tok... thing.

Rachel: Sunstrut!!!

Faltheriel: It's! Well, I was just typing in the new name. See? Take a look and, tell me if you... *he wilts* Like... it.

Kael'thas: Hrm... Ha! Sunstrut. I adore it. Could it be that one wonderful thing has gone right in my life? That looks very good. Nice work, Faltheriel. *leaves* You run my online stuff from now on, alright?

Faltheriel: ...

Rachel: You still there? Did you get the job?

Faltheriel: I just got my dream job, doing social media for King Kael'thas Sunstrider himself. Woohooo! Yes!

Rachel: So. Had you thought about what you'll tell Kael'thas when he asks if you punished the guy who did that?

Faltheriel: Oh damn. I forgot all about it. I guess I might be a bit late--

Rachel: No, don't you stay in that office a moment longer. Hurry home, dear. Potroast is already in the oven, and I went and got Dannox all tied up in our boudoir. He's eager for his beating. Well, he'd better be.

Faltheriel: I so love you.

-fin-

[chaoscriess]

Hey I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a Billy Loomis x reader fic where reader is a writer and loves writing and reading many genres but the group’s favorites stories that reader writes are horror stories? Maybe Billy requests a few from her (or them if you wanna make it gender neutral) and maybe even reader puts clues together about Billy being connected to the murders based on his specific details or whatnot but reader still loves him bc this is fanfic lol 😂

oh my gosh I love this idea!!! it's so cute, I had so much fun writing this! may not be exactly what you asked for... my mind wandered, sorry!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of death, cussing, billy loomis should be his own warning lmao, gets a little smoochy but no smut

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! lowercase intended, unedited, still on mobile, format might be weird. this is technically a modern au! doesn't exactly go with the scream timeline, but it's okay, we'll ignore it, sid and billy were never together in this! double periods are always intended in my work!

billy loomis x writer!fem!reader

you had been friends with tatum and sidney for years, not being very close to them but still talking to them occasionally. they had known about your love for writing and they supported you. when you met billy, he told you it was stupid, that you'd never get big in the writing community.

you knew he didn't like you very much, you didn't care, but it still hurt.

billy was insanely attractive, you could admit that, but what you'd never admit is that you had feelings for the boy.

after months of knowing him, you started to realize it. soon after you realized, you decided he'd never like you back.

well, actually..

billy loved you. he had been watching you for months and he fell in love with you without even meeting you. when he finally did, he knew he couldn't make it obvious.

sidney told him about your little crush on him and told him to make a move.

so he did.

"y/n! open the window!" you heard shouting through your window and turned to look at it, gasping when you saw billy outside. you quickly moved to your window and opened it. "what the hell are you doing here?!" you stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he only crawled through your window and sat on your bed, next to your open laptop. you noticed he was reading it and quickly moved in front of him, pushing it behind your lap. he frowned and reached for it, only to fail as you grabbed his hands and placed them in his lap. "hey! I was trying to read that." your face turned red at the thought of him reading your work, you couldn't let him read it. he would hate it. he would tell you it's horrible, that you're disgusting.

the piece you were working on was about a girl with a name that was 'coincidentally' very similar to your name. she was being roughly fucked by ghostface, the killer that had been terrorizing your town for the past few days. you couldn't act out your fantasies, so you wrote them out. billy grabbed the laptop and read a few lines before smirking and looking up at your red face. "damn sweetheart, I didn't know you were into this kind of shit". you turned your head but he reached his hand out and turned it towards him. he kissed you. he fucking kissed you. you couldn't believe it. he moved the laptop with your lips still attached and leaned you back on the bed. he bit your lip as he placed his hands on your waist, moving them up and down slowly. he broke away and looked you in the eyes, saying "I fucking love you" before continuing to touch you like he was deprived of sex his whole life.

before you knew it, you two were a couple. you didn't know why or how he loved you, but he did, and that's all that mattered.

every weekend, he would climb through your window to catch up on your latest story, sometimes requesting for you to write some new erotic story about that killer called ghostface. he quickly picked up on your favorite things to write about, and ghostface was the number one. he constantly told you that your ghostface stories were your best.

one night, when he crawled through your window, you noticed he had a fresh cut on his arm. you were concerned, questioning him nonstop for the two hours he was at your house. he told you he got cut jumping over a fence on his way over there, but you didn't buy it.

the next day, you saw him at school. you took his hand in yours, looking at it closely and noticing dried blood under his nails. you dropped his hand and looked at him with a questioning look on your face, and he got up, saying he had to use the bathroom. when he came back, the blood was gone.

a couple of days pass, and more people die. you start to put the pieces together, finally deciding to ask if he was ghostface the next time he came over.

"baby, I need to ask you something.." you paused, waiting for him to look at you or respond. he was looking at his lap, obviously knowing that you knew. "okay um.. well, I've noticed some things... like, over the past few weeks.. about you.. and the killer." he looked up at you, making eye contact before turning away once again. "baby I'm not mad.. I think it's kind of hot" he looked up at you, surprised that you said that. he looked confused, obviously not expecting you to be okay with it. "really? you're not mad?" you smile at him, shaking your head before speaking again. "no, I'm not mad, silly! I mean... some people are dying but.. as long as you don't kill me or anything"

he never did

every night after he killed, he would come over and tell you how it went, giving you ideas for your stories. eventually, you piled them all together and made a book. of course, you changed the names and slightly altered the ways they died, but you always stayed true to the theme.

you never published it, of course. you just let your friends read it and posted it to an online forum. it got pretty popular, getting thousands of likes. you were proud of yourself, proud of billy and stu (but mainly billy)

eventually, you did publish a book

it wasn't about the ghostface murders, but it still got popular fast.

it was heavily influenced by the murders and your relationship with billy

the book was about a girl who was unknowingly in a relationship with a serial killer, but ultimately found out and started killing with him. they would kill their enemies or people who tried to flirt with them, and then they'd go home and act like nothing happened. it brought them closer together, basically fixed their relationship. at the end, they got caught because they stayed at the scene too long. they were shot by the police, dying in each others arms.

you hated it, but billy seemed to love it.

so did your friends. well, the ones that were still alive..

sidney hated you for it, but you didn't care

you had billy, and billy had you. life was perfect.