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trashmouth-richie · 3 months

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hi, ziggy! ahhh i missed hih ❤️ could you pretty please do something for jealous!eddie where maybe somebody flirts with tooty because she got that milf glow after she had the babies lmao ily ❤️

anon💕💕 thank you for the req! this took a little spin and has an open ending, but!!! the twins are in this and some other familiar faces ❤️ might get a part 2? who knows!

a night out without the kids. almost an unheard of event. but tonight corroded coffin were performing their annual concert the night before halloween.

sissy & oz toted their overnight bags up the paved sidewalk to grandma and grandpa’s house— the same house you had once called home when the wheeler’s took you in as a teen.

reaching the front door eddie squats to eye level with the twin three year olds. “okay you two,” he says in his fatherly tone, “last time you stayed the night grandpa said you terrorized the cat.”

“i no do it daddy,” sissy speaks her little voice high pitched and tattling, “ows chaseded hims.”

a frown spreads on her brothers face his brown eyes pleading, “i did not! sissy made tinky swim in the potty!”

eddie bites his lip to hide a laugh and you take a deep breath, “that’s another thing, the cat’s name is bruce, not stinky.”

“but mama,” sissy complains, head held high in a defiant pose— one eddie recognizes as a mini version of his wife, “boose 's hard to say.”

eddie ruffles her hair and stands up, talking out of the side of his mouth, “always arguing like someone else i know,”

his large hand slides down the curve of your ass pinching the leather fabric snug on your skin, giving it a tight little squeeze.

“eddie!” you scold, swatting his hand away, “not in front of the babies.”

he grabs your waist and pulls you back into him before you can rap your knuckles on the front door. his mouth is hot in your ear, “sorry mama,” he purrs, dancing his tongue on the shell of your ear, “you just look so fucking hot tonight.”

sissy and oz are both slapping the door with both palms as it swings inward. “who’s makin’ all that racket?!”

“gwampa! it’s us!”

“issy and ows!”

wayne smiles as big as he always did when his grandbabies visited, “are you sure y’all ain’t no robbers are ya?”

“gwampa’s silly, daddy!” oz squeaks, squeezing wayne tight around his leg.

eddie grins and chuckles, “aww nah buddy that word is ‘senile’”

you smack eddie in the chest and usher the kids inside to play with their cousin, alex. “thanks for watching them tonight, we really appreciate it,” you say to wayne reaching through the threshold and giving him a hug.

“ah, ain’t no problem,” wayne says flipping eddie the bird behind your back, “karen and i love these little turds.”

“u too oh two be good for grandpa and grandma okay? eddie hollers, “be nice to the cat, sissy… i’m talkin’ to you.”

her little nose wrinkles into a pout and her brows furrow together.

“swear to christ himself, that kid is the spittin’ image of you, tooty.”

“god help me.” eddie pouts, “i’m gonna go gray before i’m forty.”

—

you kiss the kids goodbye and wave from the windows of your jeep before heading to the hideout. eddie looked particularly good tonight, leather pants, a cut off shirt, he even let you smear some eyeliner on his eyelids before tonight’s gig.

“nervous?” you ask, carrying some cords from eddie’s old van that now belonged to big d.

gareth walks past you with an amp, “not really, the hideouts like home away from home, makes me feel 18 again.”

you smile and ruffle his still thick curls, “will coming tonight?”

a sad look replaces his smile, “haven’t talked to him in a week… last i heard from jonathan he was staying with joyce and hopper.”

“he’ll come around man,” eddie says coming through the back door, “he loves you.”

“yeah, i hope.”

—

the boys— men now— rocked a killer show, fans still screaming for the band even though half of them were married and the lead singer had two kids.

you were front in center, in your designated spot that you always stood after the first show where eddie sang ‘lady evil’ just for you.

now you were sporting a new homemade shirt, ‘sitter’ crossed out with ‘mama’ his old leather jacket on your shoulders.

a hand sits on your lower back you giggle, “jeez nance, how drunk are you?”

only it wasn’t nancy, but a random guy. burly and tall, a thick beard on his face matching the short hair on his head, balancing a cowboy. you didn’t recognize him from anywhere and you pull back with a shocked face,

he smiles and you can smell liquor on his breath as he leans in real close, “been watchin’ you all night little darlin’ looks like you need a drink.”

you scowl and turn away from him, looking for jonathan and nancy but they’re nowhere to be found.

“hey,” he blunders stumbling towards you, “you like cowboys?”

you don’t want to give him the time of day or even the satisfaction of a tasteful retort so you do your best to ignore him, looking at eddie as he turns to thrash the guitar riff with jeff.

eddie turns back around to continue the song and shoots you a wink, the same time a big sloppy pair of lips press on your cheek, hard and unwelcoming.

you didn’t see eddie’s eyes turn to black or the way he dropped the neck of his guitar hands balled into fist, you were seeing your own scarlet red, turning and slapping the face of the drunk asphalt “cowboy”.

eddie cuts the band and grabs the mic, “hey fucker!” he pushes his lips in a smooch and whistles like a dog, “here boy, up here.. yeah you— the guy who just got slapped.”

cowboy slap face looked up to the band, “what?”

“you must be new to town, huh? a drifter maybe?”

he lifts his head and spits on the ground, “what’s it to you?”

eddie laughs a little crazy-like, “… that,” he says pointing to you, “is my wife… and i’m sure you don’t know this or maybe your marbles are a little rattled up there with the cobwebs, but..” he jumps from the stage in a dramatic flare, wet hair bouncing behind him, skin slicked in sweat.

he tossing the mic behind him, standing tall and flicking the brim of the guys hat, toe to toe. “i’m not afraid to kill a man.”

“you’re bluffin’,”

“wouldn’t be my first, and for her,” he says moving you behind him, “won’t be my last,”

….

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut

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kekaki-cupcakes · 7 months

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hello, are you still doing requests?

if so, could i have some sibling headcanons of nico with a hades kiddo that's really peppy and into colorful things and people find it hard to believe they're siblings at first because their personalities are polar opposites of each other?

thankyou!

Heya, I'm still doing requests but I have so many so it might take a while to get an answer, feel free to request something else though! This kind of went off track but oh well <3

Don't take it to heart---Nico/opposite aesthetics sibling!reader

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-The minute you skipped up to the porch of the Hades Cabin with your stripey rainbow leg warmers and a tote bag with a stupid pun about a show with something called ‘carebears’, Nico winced.

-He’d need sunglasses if he had to keep looking at you, but he didn’t really want to borrow the big yellow star ones on the end of your nose, so maybe that was a bad idea. Your first interaction went a bit like this:

You: “Heya, you're the emo kid, right? I’m new! So, where’s our cabin?”

Nico: “Uh… you're supposed to go that way.”

You: “No, that’s the Iris cabin, at least that’s what Chiron said. I’m your new sibling, by the way. Chiron said we have one in Rome too!

Nico: I- well, yes, I- we do.

You: Are they as grumpy looking as you?

-Needless to say you got off to a great start. Nico proceeded to dump your bags on one of the beds, which has a zebra print doona matching one of your headbands, and then left immediately. You shrugged it off, obviously, and started stacking your things on the coffin shaped bookshelves. You ignored the candle that was supposed to smell like ‘the souls of the damned’, and put your own flowery one next to it.

-You found out you loved arts and crafts, where you made friendship bracelets with Lacy, as well as pegasi riding. You saw Nico once, and he waved awkwardly, but went back to the small child he was glaring at quickly. You quickly became attached to a creamy coloured mare called macaroni as well, but Butch wouldn’t let her sleep in your cabin. He did take a friendship bracelet, though. And he let you weave daisy chains into macaroni’s mane and tail, so you liked him.

-You had brought a musty old record player with you after finding out that there was no wifi, but you had to pause ‘Washing Machine Heart’ [by Mitski, of course] when Nico came trudging into the now bright cabin. You’d opened all the curtains and taken the spiders that fell from them outside, dumping them in the bushes behind the Athena cabin.

-Nico stared at the squishmellows on your bed and then the dreamcatcher by one of the windows, and the row of brightly coloured converse with striped laces lined up by his three different pairs of black Doc Martens.

-He shrugged his jacket off and went straight into the bathroom, leaving a little trail of muddy footsteps along the heart shaped rug you’d put down.

-He was just adjusting to a roommate, you told yourself. It wasn’t anything to do with you personally. You hadn’t done anything wrong, maybe you should just give him a bit of space. That was a good idea. Leave him alone for a bit until he was used to you, and don’t take it to heart.

»»————-　★　————-««

-You took it to heart.

»»————-　★　————-««

-Months had passed, and you were thankful for the Ipad Piper [she was so nice, and she let you borrow her Olivia Rodrigo records] lent you so you could facetime the family and friends you had left behind occasionally. They had seemed to adjust to you not being there anymore, now that you knew you were a child of Hades, the outside world was too dangerous to risk. You tried not to take that to heart either.

-Macaroni was getting used to the beaded bridle you’d made her, but you were still training her to get used to flying around while you used your new weapons.

-Nyssa had helped you make them, able to actually craft a design after glancing at you scribbled drawing with glitter gel pens that you really had worked hard on. Now you had a sparkly belt with three attachments, that you could click in your spray cans too. The cans were filled with different coloured paint, only the base liquid was melted down celestial bronze flakes, so when you fought a monster, which you were still learning to do, it would seep into their eyes and turn them blind, or crack through their skin and dissolve them. You loved the spray cans.

-Drew had warmed up to you as well, and you were even invited to Barbie premier night in Cabin ten. You got to wear your sparkly leg warmers and the cropped leather jacket in a light shade of pink.

-You were making your way to the arts and crafts center with a box of clay and little paint brushes in your arms to run the pottery class [you’d been elected as head of arts and crafts pretty quickly, shared with Elsa, one of the Athena kids who specialize in weaving and sewed the cutest pajama pants] when you bumped into Nico.

-Literally.

-The box may have been a few heads taller than you, so it wasn’t really your fault, but Nico still snapped at you.

-You gathered up the little tubs of paint from the grass and apologized quickly, your chest tight with anxiety. You hurried away after that, ignoring your brother as he tried to explain he hadn’t realized it was you when he hissed curse words Drew had started teaching Harley and Lacy.

-The class went well, the scrunchies Elsa was making her girlfriend for her birthday went along well, and a few more kids than usual showed up, taking lumps of clay from the tray and working it into figures on their tables. You were making beads that you’d string onto a bracelet for Nyssa, because she always broke the plastic ones with hammers and drills accidentally.

-You thought back to your interaction with Nico and regretted it dearly. Maybe if you’d just heard him out or even apologized and blamed yourself, he might’ve come to your class to see your works, or sat with you at dinner, or even just waved from across the infirmary when you went to get panadol for your headaches.

-You knew you got them from straining your eyes to read and draw in the dim cabin, but whenever you opened the curtains or switched on your blue lamp with a cloudy pattern that you hadn’t got to use yet, Nico cleared out completely.

-It wasn’t your fault, you reminded yourself, you were just… too different.

-People started filing out after putting their creations to the side, you complimented each of their idea’s even though you felt like getting some Ben and Jerry’s from the camp shop and curling up in bed to watch ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ again.

-The beads for Nyssa were nearly done, so you went to find a container to pop them in.

-When you got back, they had been ground into the bench until the delicate tracing of different things Nyssa likes were just shapeless brown blobs. An Ares kid, Grey, was standing with their arms crossed and a smirk on their face, which was mostly obscured by a nose that had been broken too many times.

-You stared down at the squashed clay and felt your eyes prickle with tears.

-Grey jeered at you, calling you things you’d rather not hear again, because they only made the tears fall. You rubbed your nose and smoothed the front of your tye-dyed camp shirt flat. Grey called after you, something about being a ‘rainbow prissy’. You stumbled out of the center.

-Nico wasn’t in your cabin when you slammed the door behind you, thankfully, and you hopped into bed, kicking your yellow converse off and pulling the doona over your head so you didn’t have to look at the skull filled walls around you.

-It was so dark, it was so dark and shadowy and there were bones you were too scared to ask about their origins lining the mirror in the bathroom you kept seeing things behind you in. Your crocheted blanket that used to sit across the black doona cover had been folded up a while ago and placed back in your suitcase, along with a few of the more multicolored posters and the fruity scented candles that seemed to annoy your half brother.

-You rubbed your eyes with your sleeves and held your hand over your mouth so Nico wouldn’t hear crying when he would eventually come back a few hours later, late enough that you could pretend to be asleep.

»»————-　★　————-««

-The infirmary was busy with bleeding and laughing demigods when you wandered in looking for some panadol. Your headache was making it hard to think straight, but whenever you cried too much you got one, so you knew what to do by now.

-Will waved from over from where he was pulling a ruler, a stapler, and a glue stick out of the stomach of an Iris kid who was giggling the entire time, coughing up glitter. He grimaced when a chunk of glue hit his face. You waved back and turned the corner, heading to the rooms at the back where Austin would be. He usually had the panadol.

-Someone groaned in the corner, and you spotted Grey.

-They looked like a soggy bag of a human, their mauled nose the only definable shape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the grotesque demigod blob.

-Austin shuffled up behind you with a grimace, passing over a few pills and a glass of water without looking away. You gulped them down quickly as Grey let out another moan and rolled a bit on their hospital bed. Austin told you that he’d been spotted on the floor of the Arts and crafts center.

-Apparently, every few minutes one of his bones would disappear.

-It was only a few fingers at the start, then most of his ribs couldn’t be found and there was something wrong with his mouth, which Austin found out meant his jaw had decided to not be there.

-A screechy sound came from the front of the infirmary, and you both looked to the door, which Clarrise was dragging Nico through, holding him up by the back of his jacket. He pummeled at the chunky daughter of Ares, but couldn’t get out of her grip. Clarrise glared around at the staring demigods and snarled, “why is this little shit de-boning Grey?”

-You didn’t know who yelled ‘that’s what she said’ from across the room.

-”Because they deserve it.” Nico hissed a bit like a cat, glaring up at Clarisse with narrowed brown eyes underneath his floppy hair.

-Will ran up to the pair, brushing glitter off his gloved hands onto his scrubs instead. He folded his arms and stared Clarrise down until she finally let go of Nico, who dropped to the ground and then sprung back up, wrinkling his nose at the daughter of Ares, who just stuck her tongue back out at him.

-Will pinched his nose, “Clarisse, more people come in here because of you then Nico, so you don’t get to talk. Nico, just fix them, they’re too annoying to be kept in here.”

-”But people deserved to be punched by me,” Clarrise argued with a scoff.

-”And Grey deserves to lose their bones!” Nico shot back, glaring up at Clarisse and balling his fists, “they stepped on my siblings clay stuff!”

»»————-　★　————-««

-You yawned and stretched your arms out above your head, then blinked up at the roof with bleary eyes. The skulls were gone, now it was just black concrete. You rolled over a moment later and stuffed your head back into your pillow, pulling your crocheted blanket back over your head.

-There was a ‘shing’ sound as curtains were yanked open, and you just sunk further into your comfy bed, ignoring the bright beams of early morning sunshine that streamed in and lit up the dark cabin. It made the rainbow rug in the center of the cabin even brighter, and you groaned loudly in protest. “Whaddaya even doing up so early? Go back to bed you vampire!”

-”It’s only six am?”

-”You’re more of a psychopath then I thought before,” you muttered, but made sure you were loud enough that your brother could hear you as he padded round the cabin getting changed and ready for his much too early start to the day.

-Nico huffed and the bathroom door shut as he completely ignored the hairbrush you’d given him to passive aggressively deal with his scruffy black hair. “Leo forgot the code to the safe in the big house that he changed when he was hiding those icey poles from Piper.”

-”And how are you supposed to help him remember?”

-Nico’s boots were loud on the floorboards as he trotted over. He kissed you on the forehead gently, “oh I’m not, I’m gonna go watch him suffer the consequences with Jason.”

»»————-　★　————-««

#pjo fandom #heroes of olympus #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x sibling reader #nico di angelo reader #child of hades reader #child of hades #hades cabin #Jasico #Jason grace #jasongrace #Will solace #clarrise la rue

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Unsolicited 35

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

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You watch through the window as the red car backs up. Lloyd doesn't tell you he's going but when has he ever? You don't expect much actual change. Maybe you don't have a mop as often but it's hardly a revolutionary shift in your world. A ring and a few less insults. Astounding.

You turn back to the room and key in the message. You're not sure it'll work, your timing is spontaneous if not inconvenient. The middle of a workday.

You pace and wait for a response. The plan isn't clear in your head. You don't know what you're doing. You could stop now and just settle. Again. This time for a true psychopath.

At least Colin had an ounce of genuine emotion. It wasn't always like this. He loved you before, even if only for a while. Better to have loved than not. Isn't that what they say?

You don't know. You don't fucking know. And it's all Lloyd's fault. If you were fucked up before, he's finished the job. The final screw in your coffin.

It's too late. Too late to chicken out as your phone vibrates. Too late to wait out the madman and his endless libido as you're coming up on the other side of forty.

'One hour'. Colin's answer is blunt but a relief. Alright, it's a start.

You go to the dresser and pull out the few pieces that are more than strings and lace. Some shirts, some leggings. You lay the armful on the dresser and pause, the gleam on your finger catching your eye. You wiggle the band off and place it at the foot of the golden lamp. You scoop up the clothing and a few more essentials then sweep into the hall.

You find a tote in the closer downstairs. What little you left at Colin's with suffice. Colin's? No, your home.

You check out the window beside the door before you search the closet. The puffer you brought with you is gone. Nothing but the ridiculously dressy coats with feathers and fur. You pull one on and unlock your phone. A taxi won't be cheap but you'll never make it on foot. Rich assholes have to live out in buttfuck

You shove your feet in a pair of heeled boots and hook the bag over your arm. It'll have to do. The yellow cab takes almost twenty minutes to appear and you climb in shivering. You give the intersection of the cafe and sit back. The driver doesn't say much as he keeps the radio buzzing.

The buildings grow familiar and you sit up as you watch them pass. It feels like another life. Strangely distant.

You pay the driver with your credit card, thankfully below the limit still. You thank him and get out, eyes on your phone for any texts. Just a single word.

'Waiting.'

Your breath clouds as you look up and down the street. You want to sleep on the couch until you get your feet under you. You want him to call his parents and ask for some money. You want him to pay you back for all the years you spent supporting his ass.

You bite down and square your shoulders. Lay it out plain and simple. It's not a question, not a request, you're making your demands.

You enter the coffee shop and the barista smiles in your direction. Later. You've had too much caffeine as it is. You're jittery. Or maybe that's not the reason.

You glance around, slowly, three times before you're certain. He's not there. You go to an empty table and sit. Maybe he's in the restroom.

You cradle your phone between your hands and stare at the conversation. Three dots pop up. You wait. They disappear. Nothing.

Maybe just put an order in to pass the time. You set the phone flat and take out your wallet. Enough change for a small roast.

The chair across from you scrapes and you peek up as Lloyd sits across from you. You close your hand around the coins and deflate. You should've known.

"I hear the toffee nut latte is to die for," he says as you shove the change back in your wallet.

"Okay, what now?"

"Aw, sweetheart, did I ruin your great escape?"

"Don't. Let's go–" you stand.

"Wait a minute, baby," he grabs your wrist, "this is nice. We can have a cozy little date here."

"Stop. I know I fucked up."

"Oh, Mrs. Hansen, you have no idea how much you fucked up," he growls as he squeezes until your wrist rings with agony. He swipes your phone off the table with his other hand.

You gulp and look him in the face, "did you do something?"

"You know how I love surprising you," he grins, rising slowly, "let's go then, baby. I got something you should see."

You don't fight him. You're too stupidly stunned to do anything. How could you think this would work? That he wouldn’t find you out. As single-minded as he can be, he’s not a moron.

“Lloyd–”

“Quiet, baby, daddy’s not in the mood.”

He pulls you across the cafe, the tote bag forgotten beside your seat, wallet still clutched in your hand. He drags you into the cold grey light of the city and you stumble on the pavement. You have a bad feeling that you’re not the only one in trouble.

💎

You can barely sit still as Lloyd steers past the city and out to country roads you’ve never seen before. The fields plateau to an industrial sprawl of white washed factories and wire fences. He turns off towards a warehouse as you fidget.

You nearly cry out as he puts his hand over yours, stilling your fingers as they twiddle. You didn’t even realise they were. You look over at him, his face troublingly placid. He stops in a vacant lot sharply as he retracts his touch.

Is there where he ends it? Is he going to dispose of you in some vat of caustic solution? You look at his hip, try to see through his coat. He has to have his gun somewhere.

He snaps his fingers and your eyes come into focus on his hand. He points past you, “out.”

He gets out before you can, marching around to grab you the moment your feet meet the ground. You scramble alongside him as he hurries you toward the warehouse, a rusted metal door just ahead of you. He pulls it open and shoves you ahead of him into the blackness housed within.

He flings you ahead and you trip, barely keeping from crashing to your knees as he flips a switch. A surge of power crackles in the air and single light flickers to life in the frigid space. The metal shade reflects the yellow bulb, casting down on a squiriming figure bound to a metal chair.

You steady yourself then lurch forward, drawn back by Lloyd as he latches onto your elbow. You tug against him as Colin sits slouched to one side, barely held up by the duct tape around his chest and arms. He has blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth and more dried across his cheek from his split brow. You hardly recognise him as the swelling deforms his features.

“Why– It was my idea–”

“I know it was, sweetheart,” Lloyd purrs as he wraps his arms around your middle, “I want you to see what your ideas get you.”

Colin coughs and his breath rattles, assuring you that he’s alive.

“Ah, hey there, sunshine, you waking up?” Lloyd snickers as he slides his hand down to your pelvis, “just in time for the show.”

“What– get off!”

“No, no, we gotta show him that you’re moving on, babe,” Lloyd snarls against the shell of your ear as he pushes against the seam of your leggings, “no more Mrs. Shea,” he grips the back of your neck and walks you closer to your husband, “Come on, Colin, you miss her, don’t you?”

“Lloyd, stop, please,” your eyes well as you stare at Colin, one iris visible as his other eyelid is swollen shut. “Why–”

“Bend over, Mrs. Hansen,” he barks, “or I’m gonna make sure this is the last thing he ever sees.”

You sniff and do as he says. You slowly bend at the waist as he snakes his hands around the top of your leggings, jolting them down so your ankle bends in your boots. He bares your ass and slaps it with both hands.

“Better pay attention,” He kicks your feet wide, “see how you shoulda treated her.”

The humiliation scalds with your horror and your tears brim over. You drop your head down and brace your knees as Lloyd unbuckles his belt.

Fuck.

#lloyd hansen x reader #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #series #the gray man #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #unsolicited

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sugarcandydoll · 21 days

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hi dolly I'm trying to enter my girly era and you clearly know a lot about it based on your aesthetic and stuff! I was wondering if you could give me some advice or tips on being more girly and hyper feminine?🩷

aww aww angel im so flattered omgg ♡🎀 but don't think im the perfect example of a girly girl cause im so messy n emotional n disorganized :(♡ but i do love pinky n glam fashion n aesthetics hehe so i can totally share some tips on that ♡👛 also pls pls remember there is no right way to be a girly girl ♡💞 those are just tips n advice from my own experience abt what makes me feel girly n happy hehe ♡👼🏼

🎀 Fashion

browse outfits on pinterest n make moodboards to find ur style hehe ♡ shein is also amazing for finding cute girly pieces for cheap!! i usually shop my pinky n barbiecore outfits from shein!! ♡ if u want inspo here is a link to my pinterest fashion board ♡ i love wearing crop tops, matching sets, cute dresses n skirts, white tights w heart patterns ♡ for my comfy n lazy day i go along with pink graphic sweatshirt w cute print on it like bambi or disney princess hehehe ♡ also get cute lingerie n pjs it's gonna make u feel like a lil princess ♡

🎀 Makeup

if ur into makeup, play with different look n choose whatever makes u feel the prettiest! ♡ my personal fav makeup look is a full face of makeup with frosty pink eyeshadow ♡ lots of white highlight on inner corners of eyes n nose tip ♡ black winged eyeliner ♡ white eyeliner on waterline ♡ cat eye faux lashes ♡ lots of blush, n too faced lip plumping gloss along with pinky lipstick hehe ♡ i also sometimes wear brown circle lenses to give that dolly look to my eyes ♡

🎀 Hair

pls pls take care of ur hair (it's smth i need to get better at cause i fried my hair w bleach) my fav hair care tip is too deep oil it w coconut oil ♡ choose a shampoo & conditioner that smells good n works for u ♡ if ur into dyeing ur hair play w colors hehe ♡ i personally loved a reddish brown and then later a light blonde on me ♡👸🏼💕 but now wanna switch things up cause blonde maintainance is getting too expensive n i feel bad wasting soo much of my dad's money on my hair :( so i might get back to like a caramel brown hehe ♡ i also love curling my hair n putting hair extensions n cute girly accessories like bows n pink barretes n huge pink scrunchies ♡

🎀 Nails

get ur nails n toes done often hehe ♡💅🏼 i love the whole salon experience of mani/pedi but since i don't work anymore n live w my parents i wanna be more frugal :(♡ so press ons are my bffs hehehe n i love putting press ons on my toes too hehe ♡ u can find a lot of cute press on nails on amazon n etsy ♡ i usually go for pink medium length nails either plain or w a cute pattern n rhinestones ♡ i sometimes love going with colors like red, baby blue, purple, n a leopard pattern too hehe ♡ my fav nail shape is coffin or stiletto ♡ but go along with whatever makes ur hands look pretty ♡🫶🏼💗

🎀 Accessories

get cute jewelery n accessories hehehe ♡🧁 i usually buy my cutesy pink jewelry from shein ♡ n i love carrying pink bags n purses ♡ my fav for school is definitely my victoria's secret's carry all pink tote hehehe ♡ i also love wearing rings n toe rings n anklets w little bells on it to jingle when i walk hehe ♡ also also i love getting a necklace w my fav fictional character's initial on it oops ♡ i also love wearing cute pink hair accessories like bows n barrettes n huge pink scrunchie ♡ or if i want my hair up i use a huge pink claw clip ♡

🎀 Smelling Good

perfumes n bodymists are the best hehehe ♡ explore different scents at shops n figure out what u like best!! ♡ my current favs are strawberry snowflakes by bbw & pure seduction shimmer mist by victoria's secret, & tease sugar fleur by victoria's secret ♡ usually go w super super sweet or fruity scents but u don't have to angel ♡🍰 florals n fresh scents are sooo cute too just go along w whatever feels the most you n the best in ur opinion hehe ♡

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allureasdiary · 26 days

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Allurea's Cutessentials

♡ Rose Gold/Pink Gold Accessories

♡ Pink, Black, Browns, White & Purple

♡ Fur

♡ Shimmer & Soft sparkles/glitter

♡ Stripper tease Platforms/High heels

♡ Silk & lace + lace hems

♡ Cheetah/Leopard print

♡ Sheer fabrics

♡ frills & ruffles

♡ newspaper boy hats/y2k berets

♡ lipgloss (clear, nude, blood red, black & pink)

♡ Gourmand bakery scent notes

♡ medium length soft sparkle French tips (sometimes short)

♡ Coffin, stiletto & Almond shaped nails

♡ Micro mini skirts/shorts + mini skirts, low raise bottoms

♡ Capri pants

♡ Flare bottoms & tops

♡ cute tracksuits

♡ Juicy couture

♡ Coach bags

♡ Bunny/Playboy bunny accessories

♡ Butterflies

♡ Hearts

♡ Dainty Diamonds

♡ Agent Provocateur lingerie

♡ Smoky/dark eyes

♡ Long eye covering bangs

♡ Honey blonde/brown hair color & silky Jet Black (almost looks dark blue or very deep purple)

♡ Vs angel Bombshell curls, bone straight hair & wet curls

♡ butt and/or ankle length hair

♡ Innocent & slutty aesthetic

♡ Manga eyelashes

♡ Large Bows (ribbon/silk/sexy male boss ties)

♡ Glitter & Gel ink in pinks

♡ Afros/large hair

♡ hello kitty, kuromi & my melody

♡ bratz dolls

♡ glitter/sparkly tanned skin

♡ blushy undereyes

♡ name plate & signature letter chain

♡ princess tiaras

♡ signature bags & purses (ex: large juicy couture hand bags, Victoria secret tote bag, coach cross body purse in brown, fur handbags, etc)

♡ lacey & see through hoisery socks, thigh/knee/ankle lacey and/or sexy socks

♡ frilly & lacey thigh garters

♡ strawberry & cherry flavored bubblegum/lollipops

♡ glitter/shimmery hair highlights/streaks

♡ bodycon dress/well fitted dresses

#msallurea #my blog #girlblogging #girly tumblr #girly #pink #just girly things #pretty princess #allurea's diary #cutessentials #my post #allurea's cutessentials

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greta-van-chaos · 2 years

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You're Always on My Mind

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Warnings | Making out, grinding but barely

Authors Note | This is just a little something i threw together. it was so long ago i can't even remember when i started it.

"Josh, where are we going?" I chuckle lightly and slap his arm when he takes another turn and shoots me a goofy smile.

"We're almost there, you'll see!"

Some old blues music was ringing out from the car, Josh having plugged his phone into the aux instead of turning on the radio. He takes yet another turn down a short dirt road and when we reach a clearing he kills the engine.

"Here we are!" He exclaims and I can't help but smile at how excited he looks.

Rain pelts the top of the car and obscures any view we could have had out of the windshield. I purse my lips "Are you planning for us to eat in the rain?" I would do anything for the man so I'm not completely opposed to the idea but when he shakes his head I breath a short sigh of relief.

"I figured we could have a car picnic! Sam, Danny, Jake and I used to bike out here to listen to music and write songs during highschool."

A warmth akin to pure adoration spreads in my chest and I caress his face with my hand, running my thumb along his cheek. Josh turns his head to plant a soft kiss on my palm and giggle at the tickle his facial hair incites. "You're so wonderful," I murmur.

"Not nearly as wonderful as you my love." A blush creeps into my cheeks and I turn my face away to bite back an unnecessary smile. "Oh, don't hide away." He slips his fingers under my jaw to lightly turn my face to his and my grin widens when I meet his soft eyes. "Gorgeous." He breaths and then turns to grab a tote bag full of glass containers that hold our food.

He hands me mine and I dig into it with my fork right away. Josh changes the music, putting on the playlist he labelled with my name. A Florence + the Machine song comes on - My Boy Builds Coffins and I put down my first bite in favor of humming along. Josh is obviously a fantastic singer and I used to feel so embarrassed singing or humming in front of him but with the way that he's looking at me right now, I never want to stop. His eyes are wide with admiration and his lips are parted slightly as if mapping my every facial expression as I recall the melody of the song.

When it's over and another song starts I try set my focus back to eating but Josh is still staring at me, I can feel it so intensely in the confined space of the car.

"What?" I laugh, still not able to get my fork to my mouth.

"You should sing more often." His face is completely serious and I can't help but swoon a little at his expression of verity.

I barely notice as he slides the container out of my hands and put the lid back on, slipping both of mine and his into the backseat.

"C'mere love." He taps his thighs with a musical flare.

I don't question him, instead I take off my seatbelt and try as gently as I can to deposit myself in his lap, my knees on either side of his hips. Immediately his hands meet my waist and I rest my palms on his shoulders. I press my forehead against his and close my eyes, just feeling him. Being present with Josh was the easiest thing in the world. I always felt so grounded around him and the fact that we could so effortlessly share silence like this is magical. Eventually he taps his fingers against the small of my back to get my attention and when I pull my face back he catches my lips in a slow, romantic kiss.

The soft music is still playing in the background as our passionate embrace turns into a far more heated kiss, my fingers finding Josh's hair and pulling his mouth to my neck. He wastes no time kissing the expanse of my throat, jawline and back up to my lips.

Josh grips my hips harder, letting a moan tumble from his lips and into my mouth when I grind down on him. His hips buck up to gain more friction and I smile against his mouth. He pulls back again and presses a small kiss to the corner of my mouth "You are absolutely angelic."

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 1 year

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Girl in White

Eddie Munson had been banned from Steve Harrington's parties since his sophomore year. Apparently, the teen"s parents busted his ass after they found the baggy of poppers Eddie sold him the day before. Plus, most people already despised the freak of Hawkins High, so he wasn't too surprised. Harrington parties were known throughout the school and while Eddie usually made enough money to help with bills most of the time, October had proven to be a slow month. Wayne had already been working double shifts for the past week and they were still about a hundred dollars short on the water bill.

Wayne told him not to worry about it. They could manage.

"Come on kid, it's my job to worry about this kind of thing." The man said as he patted Eddie on the shoulder. He didn't know Eddie was a dealer on the side but he had his suspicions. "Just keep your nose out of trouble, okay?"

When the metalhead caught wind of Harrington holding a Halloween party, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his promise to Wayne. Halloween night with a bunch of horny, drunk teenagers would be a great opportunity to make cash fast. The last time Eddie tried to sneak into one of Harrington's parties to sell, it hadn't ended well. Tommy Hagan beat his ass so bad he had to go to the emergency room. But this was Halloween. And everyone would be dressed up. Now, he would just have to find something that people wouldn't recognize him in.

Eddie would usually go with something fun like David Bowie but then people would see his face. The teen dug through his closet as he looked for something to wear when something white on the floor caught his eyes.

It was a nurse costume he pilfered from the drama club's costume room. They were making a prototype album cover for Corroded Coffin's first (unofficial) demo. They dropped his doctor idea in lieu of a more generic glam rock aesthetic. The uniform now sat, sad and unused in the back of Eddie's close, maybe to be used one day for a midnight screening of Rocky Horror Picture Show.

"Hell yeah." Eddie grinned as he grabbed the white uniform. Going to the bathroom, the teen dug around through the cabinet under the scene before he found his uncle's box of medical masks. Nurse Munson was in the house and ready to make people feel good...not in ths sex way. Probably. Who knew, maybe he'd get lucky at Harrington's.

Arriving at the party a good hour after it started, Eddie easily slipped in the back door. His metal lunch box shoved into a white tote bag. Now he just needed to find some buyers. The boy felt eyes on him as he ventured further into the large house. The uniform was a little small on him but not noticeably so. Eddie had rolled up two socks to fill the front of the costume in a not too bad attempt at boobs. Heels were out of the question. Sure, they'd complete the look, but Eddie knew from experience that he couldn't walk in them even if he tried. Instead, he wore his pair of Doc Martens. He struggled not to scratch at the stockings he'd used to cover his legs. Easier than shaving, but as he found out after the first pair, they were also very easy to tear. Instead, his hands fidgeted with the chain of his necklace. Fingers playing with the plastic guitar pick nervously.

With his hair tied up in a messy bun, Eddie thought he looked pretty alright. At least, he hoped he looked okay enough not to be recognized. Making his way through the crowd, Eddie eyed up his usual buyers scattered amongst the crowd. His eyes settled on Ned Fisher in the corner of the living room, chugging a can of beer away from everyone else.

'Perfect.' Eddie grinned under the mask. Snaking his way around the couple making out on the floor and heading over, Eddie had reached into his bag to grab some of the product when he felt a hand grab his ass. Eddie stiffened at the touch, snapping back to see a guy he didn't recognize feeling him up. Some blonde dude with a mullet and a stupid little mustache smirking at him as Eddie slapped his hand away. He went to shout at the guy to keep his hands to himself when he remembered that he wasn't supposed to sound like Eddie Munson.

"Don't touch me." Eddie said in quiet anger, barely masked by the higher pitch of his voice.

"What? I'm giving you a compliment." The blonde laughed as he shook his head. "God, do all Indiana girls have a stick up their ass?"

"Go to hell." Eddie snapped. Forgetting about Ned Fisher and wanting to get away from this douchebag. Shoving past the guy and making his way upstairs. Maybe find a bathroom because God, his balls, were really starting to itch in these stockings. Stomping up the stairs, Eddie began to test door handles. Trying one after the other into one finally unlocked to reveal a surprisingly large bathroom. Eddie locked the door behind him. God, he forgot how hard parties with jocks blew. They were already assholes. The alcohol just made them louder and hornier.

Walking over to the fancy marble sink, Eddie sat his bag down before reaching under the white dress and itching his balls. Boxers didn't exactly fit with the costume, and the nylon on hair friction was driving him crazy. He wondered how some women managed to wear them every day. Pulling the gown back down, Eddie jumped when he saw movement behind the closed shower curtain.

"Shit!" Eddie cried out in surprise. Unable to hide his normal raspy voice. The metalhead watched as a hand pulled the curtain back, whoever it was letting out a small groan.

"Hey.....can you be quieter? My head's fuckin' killing me." Eddie paused when he recognized the slurred voice.

"Harrington?" It was Steve Harrington, now leaned over the edge of the bath tub and reeking of booze. His normally perfect hair was a mess with a pair of sunglasses barely hanging off his face to reveal bloodshot eyes. "You look like shit. What the hell happened?" Eddie watched as Steve's head bobbed before letting out a noise somewhere between a burp and a sob.

"She broke up with me." The supposed "King" of Hawkins cried out. Steve attempted to shuffle out of the tub, revealing saw a small pile of empty beer cans. The younger teen stumbled and Eddie darted over to catch him before he fell. The metalhead struggled to keep the jock up, lifting the other boy's arm over his shoulders to help him stand up. "Said I was bullshit! I'm not bullshit...." The jock continued to slur before turning to face Eddie. "Am I?''

"No, but you are shit faced." Eddie rolled his eyes. Harrington might be a douche, but even he knew no one should see him like this. "Come on, you're gonna sleep this off."

"But I don't wanna." Harrington cried out. Trying to move his free arm to push Eddie away but failing miserably. The goth ignored the jock's flailing as he opened the bathroom door. Glancing out to the hallway to make sure no one was nearby before walking out with the other boy. Harrington was a lot heavier than he looked. Lugging the teen along with him, letting out loud grunts as he did so.

"Okay big boy, which room's yours?"

"Mmmnah....last door...on the right." Eddie nodded, hoping they wouldn't walk in on some couple fucking in Harrington's bed. Pulling on the door, Eddie was thankfully greeted by an empty room. An ugly, empty room. The walls were covered in old plaid wallpaper and a framed photo of a car him just above his desk. Eddie snorted. Seriously? This was probably the most generic looking Home and Gardens catalog ass room he'd ever seen. Probably some weird rich kid thing.

"Hey, come on." Eddie shifted, letting the other teen down on the bed. Carefully trying to lay him down only for Harrington to fall back on the comforter and take Eddie down with him in the process. "Shit!" Eddie cried out, squirming under Steve's grip as the jock groaned. "Hey!" The teen wriggled out from under Hartington's grip, coming face to face with the other teen as he did so. Now that they were so close, Eddie could smell the booze on his breath. "You need some mouthwash."

"Mmmhmmm....whatever you say, nurse." Eddie snorted at the title. "Hey....do I know you?" Harrington asked as he tried to sit up. Eddie froze as the jock squinted against the darkness of the room. The only source of light was the window behind the bed. Unconsciously, Eddie scooted to the other side of the bed.

"Ugh, n-no..." Eddie tried to pitch his voice up. Even drunk, Harrington could still probably kick his ass.

"But you called me Harrington." Damn it, okay, maybe Harrington wasn't as drunk as he thought. As he leaned forward, Steve's hands clumsily tried to reach for him. Eddie panicked, standing up quickly and running for the door. As he ran, the teen didn't notice that his guitar pick necklace had fallen off in the process.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit.' Eddie cursed himself as he left the house. Ignoring the people he ran into during his panicked escape. 'I should've listened to Wayne. This was a bad idea.' By the time Eddie reached his van parked a block and a half away, he was struggling to breath. 'I'm just gonna go home and forget tonight ever happened.' Eddie let his head fall back against the headrest as he groaned. 'Fucking Harrington.'

#stranger things #stranger things au #fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #au #wayne munson

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rainbow-filmnerd · 2 years

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So I just came up with a Gen 1 fanmade line

I call it "Fright at NecroCon". I got inspired by the SDCC Exclusive Ghoulia doll and my own experiences at comic conventions. As a fanatic, there's way more to comic conventions than just comics, and I plan to share all the aspects... Monster High edition.

The line would have the following characters:

Ghoulia: She's the biggest comic book lover in the franchise, and we know she's a big DeadFast fan. We know her SDCC doll has her all dressed up in a DeadFast cosplay, complete with an action, tote bag, and comic. My NecroCon doll is kinda a mix between a rerelease version of the SDCC doll with having a DeadFast cosplay dress, sheer black leggings and boots and something a bit more original with red/black highlights in her hair and a DeadFast mask (it goes over her head as opposed to the SDCC's eye mask). For accessories, she comes with a poster of DeadFast (her School Club fashion pack has a DeadFast action figure and comic, so those accessories could be a perfect accompaniment with this fan doll).

Clawdeen: To channel the cosplay aspect of comic conventions, Clawdeen is included. To make a callback to the SDCC Cerise Wolf doll from Ever After High, Clawdeen has a cosplay heavily inspired by this doll, but it has our favorite wolf fashionista's color palette (black, gold, purple, green). This Clawdeen doll will also come with a doll-sized card that has her social media information (nodding to any cosplayers who hand out information cards)

Frankie: I also got inspired by the Bride of Frankenstein Skullector dolls we got a while ago, but Frankie is in the NecroCon fan line to represent a fan's first experience. I'm channeling my first con experience, because I went in cosplay and Frankie would be in a cosplay inspired by her mother! So that means Frankie will have a hairstyle/makeover similar to her monster mom and iconic bride. Been thinking about throwing Jackson into the mix dressed in a Frankenstein monster cosplay (as a 2-pack?). Frankie would also have a miniature map of the NecroCon center since this is her first convention!

Kjersti: Gonna give a character that only had ONE doll some recognition in this fan line. We know that Kjersti is a very skilled gamer, and video games can often be seen in comic conventions. She'd come with her own game controller and coffin-shaped video game box with a disc (much like Dead Tired Draculaura's accessory).

Elissabat: We know celebrity guests are big in comic conventions, so it made sense to me to have Elissabat be featured. Aside from comic book artists, celebrities like movie stars are guests at cons, and Elissabat (aka Veronica von Vamp) is our special NecroCon guest. She'd come with a few images related to her Vampire Heart films as prints, one of which would be signed. But Elissabat can't provide autographs to all the monster fans without a pen.

Draculaura: I wanted to throw in Draculaura to represent the casual fan, the ones who don't typically dress up in cosplay. I want to have an excuse to have Lala and Elissabat be in the same line. Our favorite vegan vampire comes wearing a Vampire Heart t-shirt and for accessories, a picture with and autograph from Elissabat!

Catrine: Representing the artists by having Catrine be a part of the NecroCon line. We were robbed of having paintings be included with her dolls, and I'm remedying that by giving her some paintings/art pieces she did and will be selling at the convention.

Slo-Mo: I just thought it'd be cute to include Slo-Mo and surprise Ghoulia by going to NecroCon in a full on DeadFast cosplay. 🥺

Each doll would also come with their iCoffin, a badge/lanyard (like with the Music Festival line), and a NecroCon tote bag. And in the box, a poster of the characters in their NecroCon looks for you.

This was just a fun idea/vision I had. I'm not sure if I'll do more, but let me know if you want to hear my other visions for fanmade Gen 1 doll lines. What other characters would you like to see be a part of this fanmade line?

#kimmy's rambles #monster high

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darkisrising · 2 years

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becoming who we are, by DarkIsRising

Here’s my @steter-bang fic that I teased way back when. CW for grief, and off screen parent death. (It’s not all sad, though, I promise...)

becoming who we are

It happens when the cookie platters are nothing but crumbs, when the casserole dishes are down to their last corner pieces, when the flowers that fill the living room are starting to wilt. That’s when the doorbell rings, and it takes a minute for Stiles to remember that it’s locked because that’s something he can do now that the door has stopped opening every ten minutes for people to come in and out, in and out, in and out.

When he does remember he jolts to his feet, untangling the blankets from his knees and kicking aside the pile up of shoes in the narrow space between the sofa and the coffee table. It’s a bad habit to toe his shoes off there and Stiles knows he’ll get an earful from his dad when he—

But, no. He won’t.

Not anymore, he has to remind himself.

Funny how the brain can work like that.

It’s been days since the funeral. Longer since he’d boarded a plane back to Beacon Hills. Longer still since the call from the hospital had come in looking to talk to Noah Stilinski’s next of kin. He held his father’s cold hand through a viewing, listened to eulogies from deputies who took over when he was too choked up to say anything himself, and watched somber men ease the coffin onto a gussied up pit in the ground. Stiles has accepted it as much as a person can accept death, and yet still, still, still his brain will glitch, will wonder why his dad’s still not home yet, will plan out meals to prevent a heart attack that’s already happened.

Stiles isn’t going to cry because he’s been there, done that, and now he’s just numb. Numb and tired and probably massively dehydrated if the sticky, filmy gunk in the corners of his mouth is anything to go by. He’s not in the mood for much beyond staring blankly at the tv screen while it flickers through shows he barely notices, maybe making a dent in the cases of beer Scott had filled the bottom of the fridge with two days ago.

He’s sure as shit not in the mood to open the front door to see Peter Hale waiting on the porch, a bevy of reusable tote bags at his feet. Read on ao3

#teen wolf #steter #steter bang #darkisrising fic

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not-a-space-alien · 1 year

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Savage Sunset 18S

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Thank, you all for waiting so patiently!! Let's see what Lex and Ari do, shall we? 👀

In this chapter: ⚰ 🦇 lol

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: Aftermath of torture

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He looked completely like a corpse now, chest still, eyes glazed over and open, completely motionless. Rendered totally immobile and helpless at his own request. The amount of trust it took to let them do that…

We've got you, sweet boy. Thank you for trusting us.

He really did look like a corpse. Maybe this was where the meritless idea of a vampire rising up from a coffin, of being undead, had originated. If Lex had come across him like this without knowing anything else, she probably would have assumed he was dead and buried him. And if he'd been at full strength, he might have been able to dig himself out. And Lex would have reacted with shock and horror when the corpse she'd laid to rest came back to life, even more so if it'd done it to come feed on the blood of the living…no wonder humans and vampires had such poor relations. He was, objectively, a very scary and dangerous thing.

Lex wiped the blood off the back of his neck where they’d cut in to sever his spinal cord, then wrapped soft gauze around the injury, winding it all the way around his neck for good measure, to have something between the bare metal of the collar and his irritated skin. His neck was an inflamed red color from the metal constantly rubbing on it over the past months–it wouldn’t be a problem if he was fully fed, but as it stood now it must be really uncomfortable.

God, she felt so bad about him being stuck walking around with Nick’s metal collar still padlocked on his neck. They’d have to figure out a way to get that off ASAP.

Jerome came in with a sleeping bag, suggesting they could slide him into it and zip it up. Like a little worm. It would keep the sun off him, as well as pad him against bumps. Not that he could feel it.

Ari unzipped the sleeping bag and laid it out on the ground, and she and Lex moved his body onto it. Jerome got a shit-eating grin on his face and crossed Valen’s arms over his chest like one would for a corpse at a funeral, and Lex batted his hands away.

Ari zipped it up, then hauled him over her shoulder. “Thanks again for the help, guys. We really appreciate it.”

“Maybe we’ll come over to your place tomorrow to check on him, yeah?” said Jerome.

“Sure!” said Lex. “That sounds great. If you’re willing to help feed him…?”

Bailey gave a thumbs up. “Of course! My guy needs to put on some weight, fucking STAT.”

They waved goodbye one last time and took him out to the van. “I hate to suggest this,” Ari said, “but maybe we just put him back in the coffin, so he doesn’t roll around.”

Lex grimaced. “Yeah…there’s probably not enough room up in the cab with us.”

Ari stepped up into the bed of the van and opened the coffin, laying him gently inside and shutting the lid, but not locking it.

“We need to give this thing back to Nick,” Ari grumbled. “I’m getting tired of fucking looking at it. The coffin, I mean,” she rushed to clarify.

Lex kept glancing in the rearview mirror all the way home. Every instinct in her brain was telling her that the person they had back there was dead, that something was terribly wrong with the situation, but she forced herself to engage her higher brain functions that knew what vampires were to calm down.

It was almost evening by the time they got home, but they weren’t scheduled to work that night, so they had plenty of time. Ari removed Valen from the coffin and toted him up the stairs and into the house.

“There we go,” she said, laying the sleeping bag out on the floor and unzipping it. “Nice and safe at home, just like we promised.”

Lex looked at him, motionless and hurt, but alive, on the floor surrounded by his belongings Lex had been trying to figure out what to do with a few hours ago, flush with relief. “Thank God. If he’d actually died, I don’t know how I could have lived with myself.”

“Yeah…” Ari said. She elbowed Lex. “If you still wanna talk about not being vampire hunters anymore, we can still have that conversation.”

Lex knelt on the floor glumly. “Maybe. I don’t wanna make decisions like that while we’re upset. C’mon, help me lift him.”

They got one end each and lifted him into bed. “Do you think he was serious about us changing him into the ducky pajamas?” Lex asked, trying to hide the eagerness in her voice.

Ari shrugs. “Dunno. He doesn’t seem shy about being undressed, so maybe.”

Lex sat on the bed and started unpeeling all the layers of clothes off him, wrangling his deadweight limbs until his shirt was off. She hesitated at the sports bra and eventually decided to leave it on. She did the same with his underwear and socks when she removed his torn pants and shoes, and then struggled to get the pajamas on him, buttoning them up.

“There,” said Lex. “Cozy, right?”

Ari nodded from where she was sitting in the easychair. “Looks good. Maybe we should leave a note, in case we’re upstairs or something when he wakes up.”

“Good thinking.” Lex got a notebook and a sharpie and wrote YOU ARE SAFE, YOU DO NOT NEED TO TRY AND RUN AWAY. YELL FOR US IF YOU NEED HELP. -LEX

She put it on the end table by the pullout couch, then dug in Valen’s forgotten bag for the one book he’d apparently judged worth bringing with him, setting it out next to him. Then, she pulled the comforter up to his chest, pulling a pillow under his head. “Goodnight, I guess.”

***

They woke up later not to a yell, but a scream, the panic-induced wail of someone in mortal peril.

Lex was out of bed immediately, dashing downstairs to the living room. Two reflective discs of red light swung towards her as she stepped inside, and from the darkness there was the flash of fangs. “Get away!” snarled a monstrous voice.

The haze of persuasion fell over her brain. It was like someone dimming the lights in her brain. She twitched in place, fighting to take back control of her body, in full blown panic after almost dying the last time she’d been put under persuasion.

Her body moved without her input or consent, pivoting on her heel and walking out of the room. Then, the puppet strings on her body detached, and she slumped, falling over, pulse racing, far more scared than the mild nature of the experience merited.

She’d almost died the last time that’d happened. Her body locked up, and she fell to her knees. From the next room, Valen started to cry loudly.

Ari finally arrived, hustling down the stairs. “Lex, are you okay?”

She looked up at Ari with eyes wide, and nodded.

Ari bent down and took her hand. “You okay?”

“Um,” she said shakily. “Yeah, I–I’m okay. Sorry.”

Ari furrowed her brow. “Did he use persuasion on you?”

She nodded tearily.

“All right. You’re okay.”

“It was an accident, Ari,” Lex begged. “I think. He–he just got scared, it was a reflex, he released me right away. It didn’t hurt me, I just–I just got scared.”

Ari put both hands on her shoulders and squeezed. “All right. Breathe, Lex.”

“Don’t hurt him.”

“I’m not going to hurt him, calm down.”

Lex pouted. Ari sighed. “All right. Go make yourself some calming tea, okay?”

Lex padded into the kitchen, listening to Ari go into the living room and talk to Valen distantly. Her voice was low and soothing, and his shrill and nervous.

Lex wanted to go in and help, too, but she’d lost her nerve, charging in and then getting rebuffed so thoroughly. She sat there as the water boiled, then poured herself a cup, staring into the tea bag as it suffused the water.

Valen sounded so scared, it broke her heart. But of course he would be scared. Why wouldn’t he be? He was as vulnerable as a vampire could get–starved except for a few feedings gotten into him, unable to walk, surrounded by vampire hunters–the same ones that had put him in this situation, even. The only weapon he had to help himself could only be deployed as an absolute last resort, because it could be taken away at the drop of a hat if they decided he was somehow still too dangerous. All it would take would be to-

“Please don’t put the muzzle back on! Please don’t!” Valen’s terrified cry came out of the next room.

Ari shushed him. “Calm down,” she said firmly. “I’m not going to. Calm down. It’s okay.”

Lex padded into the room with her mug of tea, to see Ari sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Valen firmly as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry I used persuasion on you,” Valen sobbed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It was an accident, please believe me. I won’t do it again. Please don’t put the muzzle back on, I promise I don’t need it to behave, please please.”

“It’s okay,” Ari said. “We just took you out of six months of being brutally tortured a few days ago. We understand you’re scared. You understand why using persuasion is an issue though, right? You know not to use it because it feels bad for us, not just because it’ll make us mad at you, right?”

“Yes, I understand, I promise I understand.”

“Okay. Just. Just calm down.”

“What are you afraid of?” Lex prompted. “Like, what do you think is going to happen?”

Valen grabbed his chest, hyperventilating.

"Take it easy," Ari soothed. "You're safe. How do we make you feel safe? What do you want us to do?"

"I'm not sure," Valen said, tears springing in his eyes.

“Okay, that’s okay,” Lex said. She set her mug on the end table and sat on the bed, next to Valen, putting a comforting hand on his thigh over the blanket. “Is there anyone you want to call? I know you said you didn’t want your husband to come get you after all, but is there anyone else you trust? Family? Friends? So you’re not just stuck here with us? We want to help you however we can.”

“We’re not trying to hold you prisoner,” Ari said. “Just to make that clear again. We know you didn’t do anything wrong, and we’re trying to help you get better, that’s all.”

Valen drew his hands to his chest, quaking, eyes brimming with tears. “N-no, there’s no one. I have no one.”

“You have us,” Lex said with a gentle touch on the arm. “You’re not alone, I promise. I promise we’re going to do whatever it takes to help you.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Ari asked. “Is that how you woke up?”

He nodded slowly.

“You look so tired,” Lex cooed. It was true; the bags under his eyes were enormous. “Is there anything we can do to help you sleep?”

He wrapped his arms around himself. “I’m–I’m not sure. Be-because, um…No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s okay, what is it?” Lex prompted. “Is there something that will make you more comfortable?”

He let out a soft whine. “The-the only time I wouldn’t be hurt was when I was in the coffin, and-and now it f-feels like I’m in-in danger when I’m out in the open, so-so I don’t-don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sleep again.”

“So you feel like you can’t sleep unless you’re inside the coffin?” Ari asked.

“Please don’t put me back inside there,” Valen wept. “I can’t, I can’t go back in there no matter what, please please-”

Ari held up a hand, cutting him off. “All right, all right, calm down. So the point is you feel like you need to be in an enclosed space to feel safe, and that’s why you can’t sleep out in the open, is that it?”

He nodded tearily.

Ari clucked her tongue. “Lex, you stay here with him.” She gathered her coat and keys and wallet.

“What?” Lex said. “Where are you going?”

“To the hardware store.”

***

Ari came back about an hour later with several different kinds of wood and 2x4s, which she promptly took downstairs where she kept her power tools. Valen kept nervously asking Lex what Ari was doing over the sound of the circular saw grinding and wooden pieces falling to the ground, and Lex promised she’d go check.

When she came down there, she immediately saw what Ari was doing: Making a wooden box for Valen to sleep in. An actual coffin, to replicate the feeling of being in a safe, enclosed space, without actually trapping him.

She stepped down with a grin on her face. “Oh, you’re a genius.” Ari winked at her. “I know.”

“What should I do to help?”

Ari had Lex help with measuring and cutting things, the coffin taking shape surprisingly quickly.

Lex came back up a while later, telling Valen they needed to fold the couch back in, because they’d need the space in the living room soon. Valen let himself be lifted gently and set in the easy chair. The sound of nails pounding into wood came next, and Valen sat with his hands clutched fearfully to his chest listening to it as Lex folded the mattress back into the couch, gathering the blankets and pillows in her hands and bringing them downstairs.

She also went upstairs and looked at her collection of plushies, searching for the right one.

“Oh come on,” Ari said, when Lex brought a stuffed cat down. “I’m sure he doesn’t want that.”

Lex set it inside next to the pillows. “Well, if he doesn’t, he doesn’t have to use it. I’m just giving him the option.”

Ari did not argue further. They finished it before the sun came up, lining the inside of the coffin with enough blankets and pillows and padding for it to be comfortable, then adding a lock and handles.

“All right, bat boy,” Ari said, dragging the results of their work upstairs. “Get ready to get your tits blown clean off.”

“Ari,” said Lex, trying to suppress her laugh.

It was a struggle to get it up the stairs because of the shape. Huffing and puffing, they managed to shove it into the living room, dragging it by the handles across the floor, to where Valen was sitting in the easy chair looking scared and overwhelmed.

“How’s this look?” Ari said proudly.

Lex pulled it open to show the inside. He leaned over, furrowing his brow, and he looked touched. “You made that for me?”

“Yeah, man,” Ari said. “Here you wanna try it out?”

He nodded.

Lex and Ari got one hand under him each, forming a sort of swing with their arms, and hefted him from the chair and into the coffin, laying him out gently. He settled into it, crossing his arms over his chest even though there was plenty of room inside.

“How’s it feel?”

“It’s comfortable,” he said meekly.

Lex guided his hand towards the handle to pull it shut on himself. She could still hear his ragged breathing.

“What do you think?” Ari said.

“This–this is good.” His voice was muffled and uncertain from inside. “Yes, I think this is good.”

“Try the lock.”

A clinking sound from inside. Ari grabbed the handle and gave it a little tug, but it stayed shut. “See? Nice and secure. Now how about you open it back up?”

Valen pushed the lid open, and it flopped onto the couch beside him. “You wanna try sleeping in this?” Lex asked.

“Yes,” he said politely. “Y-yes, I would like to try it. Thank you.”

“Good.” Ari patted him on the arm. “You can open it and close it however you want, and if you start to get a little freaked out, you can just haul yourself up over the edge to get out, yeah? And if you need anything, you can just yell for us, okay?”

“Yes,” he said, slowly pulling the coffin closed, obscuring his face little by little. “Thank you.”

***

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