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Hii, so i love reading your writing is so good 🥹🥹.

So I was thinking if you can do a MCL hcs (not new gen) for all the boys, or just Armin and Lysander of reader, gender neutral, being anxious on a presentation they have to give Infront of the class. I just really need comfort and if you can write if thanks.

Byee.

MY CANDY LOVE HSL; anxious of public speaking!

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: HSL routes, fluff, sfw, comfort, when the reader gets anxious for an oral presentation in class, misspellings probably mb. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Oh, I kinda get this fear- All my advices will be written down in the headcanons, so I hope it is useful for any of you! Remember that life is one and you should enjoy the experience, try to control that fear and do not make yourself go through a bad moment for something that will be forgotten in a day! Since you didn’t specify which mcl game, I focused on hsl for the topic- If you want another version with the rest of the routes you can request it once requests are open!

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NATHANIEL

He also had to face getting anxious about speaking in public as he had to be the face of the classroom and give a good impression. Nathaniel had to learn how to speak properly in front of teachers and the whole class to be a good example and communicate correctly some ideas.

No matter the confidence he might show, he still feels terrified of messing it up and that becoming a chain of negative consequences.

When the words “oral presentation” left the teachers mouth, there was a collective sigh. Nath couldn’t show a negative reaction towards it but he hated the idea, plus he noticed your panic.

Nath will offer to practice it together. To face a fear you must attempt to face it, you must accept that you’re afraid of that and mentalize that you want to change it. He will be there to help you, giving you advice about the things you should improve.

“Eye contact..”, “try to communicate with your hands”, “explain, do not memorize anything”, “focus on communicating the message, do not try to be so perfect”, “bring a bottle of water with you”.

He’ll make you practice until those mistakes are missing. Mastering public speaking can take some time. Every time you practice, it gets a little bit easier. That’s why you’d start preparing the project soon.

Before you started the presentation he told you, “while you present half of the class will be preparing for their own presentations, so don’t worry and take your time”.

During the presentation he wouldn’t do any sign, he’d simply nod to your words and listen attentively to you. He’d have a subtle smile on his lips. He doesn’t want to distract you.

Once you finished your presentation, he squeezed your shoulder and said “you did much better than you can imagine”.

CASTIEL

The type of student who knew there was an oral presentation and still improvised because it isn’t that important for him. Even if it goes wrong, it’s not the end of the world.

Seeing you so distressed about it made him worried and confused. He’d sit with you and ask you what is the thing that makes you stressed the most about an oral presentation.

At first he’d think about asking the teacher if you could do the oral presentation in private with the teacher, trying to adapt the situation to your nervousness. But the chance of that request being rejected was very high.

So it was time to work on this anxiety.

He’d give you several pieces of advice such as recording yourself to analyze your position, volume and breathing. You must be able to critique yourself but without dragging you down. It must be an objective critique. 

You’d need to know what you are talking about, that’s why it is important to be yourself the one doing the project, searching the information and writing it down. If you do the research and you read calmly the information for anything, you’d be able to explain it better as you are the one putting that effort for your project and not anyone else or an ai…

Seeing you in a cycle of stress will get him soft. He’d cup your cheeks and say “we’re all going to die, do you think people will remember this presentation in 10 years? You’re overthinking it too much”.

Small dates after each one of your practices to unwind (or he might bring you snacks every now and then)

The day it happens he’d be attentive only to your presentation. As always, a pocker face. Yet after classes he’s going to reward you for your good job.

LYSANDER

Another one who is pretty familiar with feeling anxious before exposing himself in public, both in projects or his own concerts. Somehow he always seems calm, always talking slowly and not fearing the silence.

He wouldn’t realize that you are anxious over the project coming up, so you’d be the one asking him for advice related to that topic.

Lys would share his thoughts and tips with you;

If you feel anxious about public speaking, you better know that the anxiety will always be there because you worry about the results of your efforts. You can learn to control your anxiety and go one step past it. Practice will make a big part of your speech successful.

Lys would tell you to not fear the silence and speak slowly as well since it will allow you to vocalize correctly and think what you are going to say next.

Write an outline in a small paper with the keywords of the important topics and use it as you practice as well.

Get comfortable in the space where you will talk! Lysander will accompany you to practice the presentation in the classroom where it will be when it is alone. He doesn’t mind spending half of his noon there with you, as at least he’d be able to see your improvement.

Before starting the oral presentations he’d bring you tea so it can help you to relax.

Deep breaths before going to the front of the class, and keep in mind that once you finish it, you will be more relaxed, and it will be done!

KENTIN

Yeah, so… he is in the same position. He gets sweaty and anxious during oral presentations, sometimes his mind goes completely blank and other times he simply starts stuttering.

He started fearing to speak in front of the whole class since he got laughed at for mistaking two words and saying something embarrassing. 

So you both would learn to control anxiety together. Or at least try :).

Meetings in his house, having chocolate cookies for snacks and building an audience of stuffed animals on his bed to practice. He will be in between all the stuffed animals, eating cookies and looking at you.

No matter what, he’d cheer you up after any try, “you’re improving! I bet you will do it perfectly.” This baby is very very supportive.

He’d notice your trouble for keeping eye contact so he’d suggest you to look at the top of people’s heads as it wouldn’t distract you as much as looking at the eyes.

Kentin would tell you to aim high and not think the worst. The anxiety makes you think about the worst scenarios, but what about the positive ones? You are capable of doing it, you are well-prepared and you know your material.

The night before the presentation you’d receive lots of cuddles.

And then… the time has come. Kentin gives you a tiny kiss on the forehead as a luck wish.

He looked at you with such a proud smile through the whole presentation, his leg shaking for the nervousness of his own presentation, but making sure he can be a good supportive boyfriend for you.

ARMIN

The type of student who doesn’t know there was a project -which he clearly didn’t do- yet he improvises the whole oral presentation smoothly.

He isn’t the best advisor to your anxiety… the only useful thing he says is for you to take it easy and explain your project with the knowledge you got from it.

He understands that you are scared of the results, a reason why he’d quickly set a positive path in the conversation when you start with the “what if… what if…”

If something wrong happens, let it happen and you retake the path in your speech. Your mind goes blank? Go for another point and when you remember slight information about the previous one, go for it. Even teachers and politicians do stutter or go blank during their speeches.

You will always be the one criticizing yourself the most, making you sad and down for no reason. You aren’t your emotions, you are you, who is currently trying to deal and keep under control the anxiety, trying to put a distance in between you and it.

Armin hates to see you with such a negative mindset and helps you to unwind, because no matter how much you practice, your brain also needs a rest to keep working efficiently later. He’d kiss your head and remind you that you are doing a great effort and that will have good consequences.

Even though mf would tell the teacher that you’d like to present the project first! You hated him at that moment. But he whispered “you’ll be grateful later”.

Once you finished, you held the urges to punch him on the shoulder but he pulled you close and said “now you can chill a bit, you did good as I knew you’d do and I will do muuuch worse. So you set the expectations high for the teachers.”

And indeed his presentation made the teacher value your project much better.

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[dutifullylazybread]

Hiiiii, absolutely LOVE deeply & immovably so. For the ask, could I request 23 for tav and rolan please? I like to think that a wizard or sorcerer tav & rolan could have a spicy rivalry at the tiefling party 👀 Anything you write is gonna be amazing tho! Thank you!!

Thank you so much! I ran with one idea here, so I hope you enjoy it! :D

Rolan's birthday party was going at full tilt. The study, usually a calm, organized space, now contained a flurry of chaos and shrieking laughter. Cal and Lia had insisted on decorating the space--totally aware that anything outside of a few tasteful centerpieces would irritate Rolan. So, naturally, Tav encouraged them to run with it. They'd insisted on a series of drinking games and urged Rolan to perform two impromptu magic shows. 

They'd laid out a meal on Rolan's desk--chicken adorned with candied rose petals and a squash soup. 

And, of course, wine. Ample amounts of it. The three of them had unanimously agreed that it was a necessity. 

...they had also pitched in to buy a dry red from a Waterdeep merchant. It was pricey, and it was potent, but Tav was sure Rolan would love it.

So, as the four of them sat chatting, teasing Rolan for aging up an entire year, he poured himself a goblet of his wine, lifting the cup and smelling it. He took a sip. Then he took another. And then he swallowed a large mouthful... 

...only for him to immediately pinch the bridge of his nose and loudly clear his throat.

"Feeling alright?" Tav asked gently. She touched his knee.

Rolan blinked, squeezing his eyes shut and then reopening them. "Fine, fine," he said, his words running together. He'd already had a few glasses before popping the cork on the Waterdeep wine... it wouldn't be much of a surprise if he was feeling a bit warmer for it now.

Tav exchanged a look with Cal and Lia. They could both tell that Rolan’s new, unfocused gaze was likely because he had one too many.

They plied Rolan with some bread, which he chewed on absently. 

Tav lifted the imported bottle to her nose, taking a drink. The alcohol sting was enough to make her eyes water and her nose go numb. 

"Why don't we pick this up tomorrow night?" she suggested. His siblings were in agreement.

While Lia kept passing Rolan food to soak up the alcohol, Tav and Cal started clearing away the meal.

--

"Rolan? Love?" 

Tav stepped into the study. She'd helped bring everything back down to the kitchen, stepping away for a moment.

And now... Rolan wasn't here.

Shit. 

She’d been gone for a few minutes. Panic gripped her in a vice and she cast her gaze about, searching for him.

He was standing on the balcony, staring out on the city below.

"Rolan?" Tav crossed the room. "Do you want to go to bed?"

He didn't answer, not immediately. His eyes were wide and bright as he looked down on the streets below—it was lovely, how the latticework of buildings and lanterns set everything to glowing. They looked down into a web of moving, living light.

Rolan was quiet... pensive even. He gripped the rail, the veins in the back of his hands sharp against his skin.

She joined him, taking in his profile, questioning if he was feeling well; she considered if she needed to pull him back from the rail if he looked fit to retch over it. She doubted anyone would want to be hit with a sudden dump of vomit from this height.

"I don't say that I love you enough," he said finally.

Tav blinked. "Is that what has been bothering you?"

"Of course it's bothering me!" he snapped. 

He was still a touch drunk—he was fumbling his words, and as he gestured at her, he jarred his elbow on the rail.

"Why don't we continue this conversation later?" she said. 

He glared. "No. I want to talk about this now."

Gods, he was belligerent to begin with, but when he had one too many cups of wine in him? He could not be swayed. At all.

"Let's at least continue this conversation inside--away from a several story drop," Tav said.

His shoulders loosened. "Fine, fine."

She offered her hand to him, which he took. He was warm. Almost feverishly so.

"I love you," he said, a petulant edge to his tone.

She smiled softly. "I love you too."

And then, Rolan stepped forward, bent his head, and pressed a messy kiss to the corner of her mouth. 

Tav inhaled a short breath. His lips were rough, chapped from the cold and stained a purpling black from the wine. 

His kiss turned into an embrace. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, pressing his nose into her skin and breathing her in.

She held him close, running a hand through his hair.

"I take it you enjoyed your gift?" Tav asked.

Rolan huffed against her. "Some of the best damn wine I've ever tasted."

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. "Good. Happy birthday."

She pressed a soft kiss to his sweat-damp temple.

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wait wait wait, is it just me or has there just...never been a diavolo-centric event yet? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? and are there any other characters who haven't gotten a single event yet? like, i'm a solomon lover but damn him, barbatos etc. (or just them?) have gotten two events and then there's (supposedly, i think, idk i'm asking) diavolo and...presumably others (who i'm not aware of because i honestly do not keep up with events apart from looking for enough spoilers to see if it's worth it for me to go search up more about it, but never play it myself obviously lol) as well? like...am i missing out on something? i think i might be? isn't that unfair or is there something i was supposed to know? because i haven't seen a single SOUL ask about him so far (or am i not looking hard enough?)???

Okay, anon. This question sent me down the rabbit hole because I was like I need to look this up.

So with the help of the Obey Me! Wiki, I have determined a few things about the Spotlight events.

I had noticed that sometimes events were focused on a character, but didn't list them as being in the spotlight. For instance, the Scroll of Thirst event was very much about Solomon, but no spotlight was listed. I felt like the Chess event was also very focused on Belphie, but again no spotlight. Or the Blue Para event being mostly about Levi.

This happens when it's a Celestial Blessing event and there are outfits for multiple characters. Those events seem to be focused on those characters, as if they were having a spotlight event. But there is no mention of the spotlight and I suppose it's because they don't want players to think that there's only one outfit for that character? Either way, that seems to be the distinction.

That being said, there are plenty of events that do list specific spotlights. So with that in mind, I went through them to see who we have had spotlighted.

The results are rather uneven. The events were either a solo spotlight or a shared spotlight with two characters. Here's the breakdown:

Lucifer - 1 solo, 1 shared Mammon - 2 solo, 2 shared Levi - 1 shared Satan - 2 solo, 1 shared Asmo - 2 solo, 2 shared Beel - 1 solo Belphie - 1 solo

Diavolo - none Barbatos - 3 solo Simeon - 1 solo, 1 shared Solomon - 1 solo Luke - none

Not sure how much people care about Luke, but for the record he also hasn't had a spotlight.

I was SHOCKED to see that Lucifer only had one solo event. And inexplicably Barb has had THREE??? LOL two of them were about sports and the other one was about video games. Make it make sense.

Anyway, as you can see Diavolo has also not had one. I think you could argue that Levi hasn't either, since he's only had one that he shared with Satan.

So you aren't missing anything, it is an unfair distribution. I know it took us forever to get Beel & Belphie events. I don't know why they're doing it this way, but it's pretty dumb. I can only assume we'll eventually get a Diavolo spotlight event because aside from Luke, he's the only one who hasn't had one.

For reference, here is the list of the spotlight events in the order they happened and which characters they spotlighted. Putting it under a read more because this post is already really long lol.

Starting with events that were only in OG.

Satan: A Star for You Barbatos: Super Smash Devils Mammon & Asmo: Princess Rose Simeon: A Weird White Day

The rest of these were in NB as well.

Lucifer & Asmo: The Cursed Seed and the Fertilizing Flame Simeon & Mammon: RAD on Stage Satan & Levi: Whisked Away Mammon: Hell Marine Festival Lucifer: Terrible Time Trouble Asmo: Devil's Water Panic! Barbatos: Fangol Ultra Bowl Mammon: An A-mazing Adventure Asmo: Fabulicious Beel: The Great Devildom Outdoors Satan: Exciting Inn-cidents! Solomon: Bon Voyage! Belphie: Poison Hunting & Candy Making! Barbatos: Dust Storm Panic

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I’ve had diabetes since I was a kid and tend to drop my sugar fast and hard and if I don’t catch it in time I get super sick. Can you maybe Drabble and give me your headcanons on how the boys would take care of you?

Oh no.

I hope you’re doing well, T1D is seriously exhausting and literal pain in the butt 🤕

I’m sorry this took some time but it’s my first time doing headcanons like these, but hey your girl got you so sit back and enjoy ❤️❤️

KNJ

“Why’d you call him?” You were holding the bucket onto your lap as Yoongi was assisting you with the least he can do, which is holding back your hair off of your face. It hurts him to see you this pale and sick, specially that this isn’t your first time binge eating candies until you ended up being hospitalized.

“He needs to know Y/N, he said he’s coming here in no time.” He grabs your hair tighter when you cough again before throwing up into the bucket, tears are already streaming down your face and your tummy hurts. Namjoon’s reaction wasn’t different from any other time, he’s rushing to the hospital after he managed to take an hour leave out of his work to take care of you, and the second he gets into the hospital even the staff recognize him and lead him towards the bed you’re in.

“Hey, there you are.” He rushes towards you and grabs your hair instead, it shatters him to see you like this constantly that he’d do anything to make you feel better. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.”

He eases you, knowing that you always panic when this happens, his soft touch on your face and the little rubs he gives to your back can ease the pain in a second, and he’s not even half grossed out when he sees you all pale and sweaty and puking when this happens repeatedly, he finds himself wanting to shower you with kisses and he ends up doing it, and again you swear he kisses the pain away.

Namjoon is the type that gets super worried over you, he wakes up in the middle of his sleep just to make sure you’re breathing, he keeps his eyes locked onto your chest just to watch it rising, a sigh of relief is always followed by that before he goes back to his sleep.

 “Once this is over I’ll take you home so we can spend the couple next days together.”

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KSJ

“I know you don’t feel good, I just came in to see if there’s anything I could do to you.” He walks into the kitchen to see your hands shaking, eagerly looking around for something sweet, you’re starting to feel low and you could almost swear you were about to pass out.

The entire night you were quiet and not much came out of your mouth, and Seokjin was the type to observe from away, he wouldn’t show you he’s worried nor would he get up on his feet to actually help you unless you totally need him. This was something you wanted and you requested since he keeps observing your body and how you change when you’re starting to feel low.

Seokjin’s recent search on his phones is “Remedies to treat Diabetes at home.” When he knows that this is chronic and cannot be treated, but the man hasn’t lost his hope, he secretly visits your doctor without you just to make sure you’re doing good and if there’s anything he can do for you at home just to prevent any complications.

“I got you this.” Your head snaps towards him to see him holding a jar of biscuit butter, being emotional and irritable when you feel low is a common thing, do your eyes burn or are those tears?

 You grab out a spoon before putting it into your mouth, and in seconds you feel yourself recharged. And he’s watching you with a faint smile lingering on his face, he would give you the world if you wanted it.

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MYG

“Give me your finger.” He doesn’t even spare a glance towards you, you don’t remember what your glucometer looks like anymore since he has it all the time, he has an alarm on his phone to check you four times a day even when you promise him that you feel totally okay and there’s nothing to worry about.

You roll your eyes and give him your hand, he carefully grabs onto you and pokes the tiny needle into the tip of your finger before dabbing some blood onto the tiny slide. A smirk lies on your face when you memorized what he does all the time, he cleans your finger with a cotton pad before kissing the tip of it and apologizing quietly. “Sorry.”

It takes the device five second to flash the number which is considered totally normal for you, but not normal enough for Yoongi, so he gets up onto his feet and makes his way to the kitchen before rushing back in seconds.

“Here’s some Gatorade and chocolate.” With a stable voice tone he puts the things in front of you and takes his seat back next to you on the couch which makes you giggle and wrap your arms around him, peppering his cheek with little kisses. “Thank you.”

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JHS

“I’m Jung Hoseok and I’ll be your doctor for today.” He walks into your bedroom wearing his white button up shirt and glasses which makes you laugh your heart out at him, you had just passed out a couple minutes ago and he found you lying on your bathroom floor, which he cannot deny made him panic.

You usually sense that you’re about to get low for this time you felt nothing, even when you spent the night with him and it was considered somewhat a heavy workout session, you usually snack on something but this time you didn’t and you got into the bathroom to take a shower and ended up where you are right now.

“Stop, I’m okay now.” You whine when comes closer and pretends to be giving you an actual physical examination. “Mhm, looks okay to me, yup.” He moves down to your stomach and tickles you until you’re out of breath laughing and kicking your legs onto the bed. “Nooo please.” You struggle to push him and he finally stops.

“I’m glad you’re doing okay.” He whispers, a soft smile sitting on his lips as he cups your cheeks, he even leans closer to kiss you on the forehead. “And next time we’re showering together.”

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PJM

“Wow you’re really hot.” His hand lands onto your forehead.

“Of course I am.” You scoff as you get rid of your pants, it was very normal for you to be overheated and it was his first time actually seeing you this hot, he looks at you amused and confused, wondering what to do and how to help.

He laughs and tilts his head. “You clearly haven’t lost your sense of humor, but you’re burning up which is not good.”

“Yeah, I know.” You’re way too tired to smile at how adorable he looks, his doe eyes staring at you like you’re a fragile piece of glass worried that you’d break at any second. “Do you want me to get you anything?”

“Yeah, can you get me the glucometer from behind you?” You point behind him, he stretches to the table behind him to grab the little device and hand it to you. “What’s that?”

“Let me show you how this works.” You proceed to open it and turn on the device, before sanitizing the tip of your finger and grabbing the little needle, he panics and holds your hands to stop you. “What are you doing?”

“Checking my blood glucose.” You giggle before poking your finger and dripping blood onto the slide. “Does it hurt?” He whispers

“Not at all.” You shake your head, he grabs your finger to wipe away the blood before kissing your hands, “And can I try?”

-

KTH

“Please let me do it.” He pouts, his hands fully open towards you wanting you to give him the insulin syringe, he’s been whining non-stop wanting to give you the injection so he can feel like he’s actually doing something to make you feel better.

“This is an actual needle not games and stuff.” You stand in front of the mirror, a second away from lifting up your night gown to inject the needle into your stomach.

“Baby please, just this time and I promise I won’t ask again.” He rushes to stand behind you and puts one hand onto your back. “I need to feel useful.”

“But you are.” You turn to face him, “You consider picking me up from the kitchen floor when I’m low not useful? You’re always useful.”

“Yeah, but please this is different, this is the actual thing that makes you feel better, can I please do it?” He begs, opening his hand again for you to give him the injection, you sigh and roll your eyes before finally handing it to him. “You’ll make your own dinner if you hurt me.”

“I promise I won’t.” His face changes and a large toothy smile sits on his face before he lands on his knees to pull up your night gown and open the needle cap. “Like that?” He pinches some of your flesh between two fingers. “Mhm.” You agree and push his hand a little to the left. “You have to do it fast so it won’t hurt.”

“I lost count to the times I’ve seen you do this baby, I know how it’s done.” He wholeheartedly injects the needle into your skin and you swear you didn’t feel a thing, before he pushes in the medication and takes the needle out. “That was so hot.” You giggle which makes him laugh shyly and kiss your tummy before pulling your night gown down.

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JJK

Throughout your entire dinner with his friends from work and their wives, his eyes were watching you the whole time and the man knows you like the back of his hand, he can easily tell that your blood sugar is high from the your face is glistening and your hands are shaking, he even looks down underneath the table to see your legs shaking in their spot which makes him certain 100%.

He clears his throat and pulls his chair back. “Y/N baby, come on.” He gets up onto his feet and grabs your purse. “If you excuse us, we’ll be back in a minute.”

You were always a procrastinator and you kept ignoring your symptoms and thought that you’ll be home later and you’ll take your medication then, but Jungkook was the exact opposite, his eyes were onto you the entire time, and mainly because he couldn’t get enough of you, and because he’s worried that you’ll get tired any second.

He pulls your chair for you and you get up onto your feet, excusing yourself away from the table, he wraps an arm around you and walks you towards the restrooms and picks you up to put you onto the sink. “Are you feeling well?” He asks when he knows the answer, he knows you can barely stand onto your feet.

“Not well, but I can make it through the night.” You run your fingers through his hair and tuck some behind his ear. “You can go to your friends, I’ll do it on my own.”

“Of course not.” He opens your purse and prepares the little injection of insulin before taking an alcohol swab out of his wallet. Yeah those were for you and he always had them lying around whether it was in his pocket, wallet or even in his car.

He wipes the back of your arm with the swab before injecting the medication into your skin, you’ve been together for a few years now and he insists on giving you the injection every time, he got so good at it that you don’t feel the needle anymore. “There you go.”

“Thank you.” You lock your eyes onto his, he smiles and leans in to kiss you on the lips. “I don’t know if the diabetes or not but you taste so sweet.”

You pull back from the kiss with a cringe on your face and hit his chest. “That’s not funny.”

[moonvyx]

54321 - 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

THIS STORY IS MADE BY ME, AVTIAGON, FROM WATTPAD

lowercase intended

tw: anxiety attacks, trauma

requested by Ella8138 (from wattpad)

narrator's pov

you hated muggle studies.

sure, the subject is pretty interesting but that meant a lot of presentations and speeches.

and you weren't the best at talking. you hated crowds, especially talking in front of them. your parents say it's "social anxiety."

you were currently in the common room with james, practicing your speeches with each other. you both had an hour before the speech.

"and thank you," james finishes his speech, smiling before throwing himself on the couch next to you with a loud sigh, "your turn," he nudges you.

"y/n?" he questions, noticing how still and quiet you've been.

james' smile slowly went away as he saw your slightly shaking form and how tightly you were holding onto your paper. that and your leg bouncing up and down.

he soon then noticed that you were having trouble breathing, it was quick and concerning.

"hey," james got up and sat in front of you, holding both of your hands, his thumbs caressing the back of it, "y/n," he calls out.

"y/n," he tries again and you look at him, "are you okay? you're a bit...jittery. like padfoot when he ate that dumb candy," he tries to joke, but there was obvious concern in his voice.

your eyes glance at your paper and back at james, your leg bouncing faster than before.

james realized what was going on.  you were starting to have an anxiety attack.

he's aware of your social anxiety and knows the signs, but he wasn't very familiar with it.

james wasn't sure of what to do. he's seen sirius have anxiety attacks but remus was always there to help.

"what would remus do?" james thought, trying to think of a quick solution, he was slowly starting to panic.

but remembering how calm and collected remus was when sirius was having an attack, james decided to follow that. he didn't want to make it worse by showing any signs of panic.

after that, james remembered the comforting and reassuring words remus would mutter to sirius.

"y/n," he says your name, his thumbs still caressing the back of your hands, "y/n," he repeats, catching your attention again.

"i'm here," he tries, but you just shook your head, "no."

"y/n, it's okay. i'm here and i will help you through this, okay?" it wasn't like the words his friend would say, but it was all he could think of.

but then something in his mind clicked.

he recalled the time he was reading a book about anxiety attacks, it was the day after you opened up to him.

he remembered reading this one topic, "54321 method." it helped people calm down.

not knowing what else to do, he spoke again, "y/n, i need you to listen on me, focus on me, okay?" you nod, your breathing still quick, "tell me 5 things you can see."

you give him a look, before taking your eyes off and searching the entire room, "i-i can see you, the fireplace, a-a book, a pen, and the couches," you stuttered a bit.

"good job, y/n. now, tell me 4 things you can touch," he slowly lets go of one of your hands.

"i can feel the pillows, the couch, your hands, and the paper," you could still feel his soft and warm hands.

"how about 3 things you can hear?" he holds your free hand again.

"your voice, the fire, and the chattering outside."

"okay, 2 things you can smell," he smiles at you.

"the burning wood and our books."

"amazing, now last one. 1 thing you can taste. it can be the last thing you ate."

"chocolate frogs."

by this time, you felt calmer than you were 3 minutes ago.

"how're you feeling?" he asks, his hands never leaving yours.

"to be honest, a lot better," you smile at him, "i'm still pretty scared though."

"it's alright to feel that way, y/n. there are times when you can't stop yourself from feeling scared or anxious. but always remember that i'm here for you, alright?" he kisses the back of your hand.

your smile widens, "thanks james."

"anything for you. i'll be cheering you on later, i'm gonna be your biggest supporter."

hi! i just wanted to tell you that this is a friendly space. so if you need someone to talk to, you could always talk to me or someone else. you are not alone <3

and this "54321 method" actually works! i've used this method whenever i'd have a panic/anxiety attack (same goes to my friends). my friend introduced this to me and if it helps me i'm pretty sure it can help you too :)

[dk-wren]

A Buddy Daddies' Halloween

School and work have been slamming me yet again, so unfortunately could not write a fic for today (on top of the pile of wips I still need to finish). But, I really wanted to do a little drabble/throwing out of ideas for what a Halloween with the Kurusu/Suwa/Unasaka family might look like.

I hope you enjoy and happy Halloween!

It's their first Halloween at their new home and at the Diner's Nest

Kazuki and Rei get a notice from the city council that as a local business, they are invited to participate in a Halloween event similar to the one that takes place in the 3rd CD drama (i.e. kids visit local business to essentially go trick or treating)

Determined to make a good impression with their new community, Kazuki decides that they are gonna go all out: decorate the restaurant, have specialty food items, and only hand out the best and biggest candy bars

After Miri returns from school that day, the family takes a trip to the local dollar/general store to search for some decorations

They all go off in their own direction and reconvene later: Miri found pumpkin decorating kits, Kazuki found some banners and streamers, and Rei wandered down the "scary" section for decorations, and returned with a few statues that are very terrifying and gory looking (at least to a fairly young child)

Kazuki reminds Rei that the trick or treaters are trying to scare them, not the other way around. But, he eventually relents and agrees to get one of the decorations Rei found so that the decorating process can truly be a whole family effort (and on the agreement that it will sit in the back corner of the restaurant)

Once they finish shopping for decorations, Miri says they need to look for their Halloween costumes

Miri picks out another princess dress and she makes Papa Kazuki and Papa Rei match with her, with Kazuki getting a jester costume and Rei getting a knight costume

Over the next few days, the family spends time getting the Diner's Nest prepared for Halloween. Kazuki is also testing out how to put a Halloween spin on a few of their dishes. His proudest moment is when he figures out the right amount of pumpkin spice to add for a delicious, seasonal pumpkin french toast

Halloween finally comes and the front-facing decorations and pumpkins are inviting and loved by all those who stop in at the Diner's Nest.

The regulars try out the handful of dishes Kazuki developed (and Rei and Miri approved) and enjoy the hidden, little corner decorated around the scary statue Rei found, especially when compared to the cuter decorations seen throughout the rest of the restaurant

It's around mid-afternoon when they run out of candy to give to trick or treaters, causing Kazuki to panic slightly. Rei comes up with the solution to bake some cookies or cupcakes that they can start handing out instead.

After they close up the diner, Kazuki and Rei get into their costumes and take Miri out to go trick or treating in the local neighborhood

Miri gets a bunch of candy, with some families giving her a little extra to share with her papas

Upon returning home, Kazuki agrees to ordering a pizza for dinner. Then, they watch a Halloween movie together while eating their pizza, with Rei and Miri digging into the candy stash afterwards

Kazuki tries to limit how much sugar the two of them eat, but knows how much both of them looked forward to Halloween and wants them to enjoy it

Rei and Miri eventually crash on the couch while they are on their third or fourth movie. Kazuki knows he should probably move everyone to their bedrooms, but he's pretty tired himself. And also, it's been a while since they've had a family nap/cuddle like this. Kazuki is pretty sure he'll regret letting them all sleep out there in the morning, but that's a problem for later. Soon, he too is asleep with the rest of his family on the couch.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | JOHN PRICE

CHAPTER SIX

Next Chapter (7)

The story is also on wattpad, the link to my profile can be found in biography <3 Enjoy

It's been a few days since the teenager arrived at Price's apartment, and for a few days John has been in turmoil rather than peace in the apartment.

It's a store and obviously a lot of people in it, especially if it's a market. For Jinx, it was too many people she wanted to leave, but she had to walk step by step behind Price like she was his kid or whatever after morning jogging she was fed up, but her energy carried her away, how many walls she saw empty concrete always bored her for that she painted graffiti

They thought it was vandalism and defamation of the wall. She thought it was a work of art, something that made the world more colorful and interesting. She was interested in colors and colors. In brief

And yes. She's standing behind Price, who's going through groceries looking for what she needs, and she's bored, and I'm holding back the moans of discontent with every minute and hour they pass in the store. Of course he saw it, but he didn't comment, he thought she'd tell him herself, or he'd actually start whining like a little baby.

She tried to find something to do, but she quickly got bored, nothing caught her attention, she didn't speak. She shut herself up. She felt like Price had knocked down one of her walls when she wasn't looking.

Humiliating

- Why do people take so long to think about what they want to buy? Just take it and put it in the fucking basket! – an outraged teenager crossed her arms on her chest, like an outraged child who did not get his candy or toy. Price raised his eyebrow and looked at the teenage girl over the noodles, or did he do that on purpose? Maybe that's why he's holding one and the same pasta in his hand maybe.

- Calm down Jinx – a hoarse voice Price really demanded water, she was willing to put a bottle of water in the basket or buy him a new glass with the words “Give water your voice suffers” had to stop laughing at her own thoughts – People searching through all the products to find the ones on sale or the ones they were interested in – explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world

But for her it wasn't, for her it was torture of a man, clogging up the mind. And God, get her out of here, or she's gonna blow this store to shreds. – her irritation spread her

- Do you prefer to buy a more expensive product that is not on sale or do you prefer to pay less but have the same product that was on sale? – He raised his eyebrow, and when he encountered the silence of the teenager he considered it an answer – Well – he answered for her closing the discussions

- Then explain to me how the pasta you hold in your hand is different – She accused him, threatening him with a finger pointing at him from top to bottom.

- It's no different. I was curious when you would start whining that you wanted to leave – he shrugged, putting the pasta in the basket and moving on to other store shelves. The teen's mouth spread out

You fucking bastard, when I get you, it's UGH!

It's a good thing he couldn't hear her thinking, because I'm sure he'd give her up, after all, death threats might come true, some unfortunate accident. When she noticed Price wasn't waiting for her, she ran up to where she had last seen him, not to panic that he had disappeared, but she didn't want to be left alone. When she was looking for a bearded man, she walked into another alley when this thing caught her eye

A lot of plastic, a weight fell on her shoulders. But it was a nice weight practically as if it got wings felt like heaven, with curiosity approached every new shelf to see an assortment of paints, brushes, crayons, markers, clay, more markers, erasers, necks, sketchbooks. It all looked like it was calling and saying take me with you we were made for you, picking up two paints one in green and the other in yellow.

She might even say she liked these colors, a cold tube of paint weighing in her hands. As much as it would give to be able to have these paints or to be able to have her old collection, which remained in her old hideout, it's probably all been robbed or taken away by CIA agents looking at the nice pencils that were nice unused and the fresh wood of the pencils glistening from the light from the store lamps. The sprays that were just waiting for Jinx were neatly arranged on the shelves.

Oh, what would she do with those sprays, if only she could use them, running her hand over the crayons, judging their texture, she was in her world, she liked it here, she understood why people think what they want to buy.

There was only one problem she didn't have any money, stealing is out of the question. But... since when does he think that? As she looked around the alley, she noticed that she was alone, no one was here, no one was passing by, no one from the store, no one from the staff. The perfect opportunity is just waiting for it to be used she took a few crayons the colors she liked the most and caught the eye and a small set of pencils. She cleverly stuffed everything into her pockets beforehand making sure they didn't have a barcode or anything that could trigger an alarm. When she was sure, she stepped out of the alley as if nothing had ever happened.

No one will know

Again she started looking for the captain, who was a few aisles further unaware that the teenager had disappeared, or so she thought. She approached him without saying she had done anything, and yet the adrenaline was running through her veins, and her heart was pounding faster and harder with each greater second with the captain. In her pockets she was obsessively touching the stolen things she had hidden, feeling her fingers sweat and her mind working faster, fast enough that she would surely outpace the fastest military fighter.

Price moved on with the basket without saying a word as if he was sitting in his world of routine consumed him it seemed like it was everyday life for him and for a teenager it was boring and tedious and now with these things in his pockets she felt the adrenaline she missed so much in juvie. But she didn't feel the way she used to feel more like... she didn't know, she didn't understand. She just followed the older man praying that nothing would whistle at the gates.

She didn't even know it, when they got to the cash register, she grabbed one of the shopping bags almost overloaded her shoulder. Price, when he paid, he looked at the teenage girl, smiled softly when the teenage girl took the bag without saying anything, like it was normal for her, which means she'd still be people. All we have to do is extract that humanity, melt it, break down the wall it would create, hide their fears, move on to the captain's place

Her eyes ran through the many graffiti on the walls – Do you like this vandalism – he asked, focusing his eyes in front of him, walking with the goal of returning home, carrying two bags in his hands, picked up the bag earlier that was carrying a teenager. The bag was too heavy for her, and it got tangled under her feet, so he took the weight off the teenager like it was nothing, like the bag didn't weigh anything at all.

- It's not vandalism. “It’s an art you don’t appreciate,” she said, “the captain only raised his eyebrow.” “Art?” You call these scribbles art? – his skepticism was audible, he didn’t understand how these scribbles can be judged as art, how can you call it art? These were kids' scribbles that are hard to wash off and you'll find a lot of them on the walls of central London, especially on abandoned buildings or very old tenements and blocks.

- Yes art, you see where you see the scribbles I see the art of a person who nobody appreciates – she explained catching up with the captain when she stopped at one of the graffiti – Maybe you don’t understand it, but... You don’t understand it, because you’ve never expressed yourself that way, you’ve never delved into it – she shrugged.

- I can’t blame you, not for everyone is painting and creating Graffiti – She added after a moment of silence, John looked at her over his shoulder – It’s just words that can’t be read or trails the same as they teach in kindergarten – he murmured, turning his head slightly

He wanted to understand what the teenager meant, but he couldn't understand it, he couldn't understand it. And she understood, maybe it's a matter of age or maybe it's a matter of mentality, both of which were in the captain's mind. Or she's making it up, too.

- Well, don’t draw on my walls at home – He confessed and the teenager just laughed – I wouldn’t have the courage, come on, these white walls give a claustrophobic tone – she joked

- Are you claustrophobic? – curious hoarse voice continued to demand water, and he did not understand the joke – A little, but I try not to think about it – she replied normally she did not laugh. He didn't get a joke. How could you not get a joke so simple? How can you not laugh at her joke?

- Good – he praised her as if she did something right, or maybe she did something right? She did not understand what he meant – I remember these streets too well – she confessed after a moment of silence further looking around her – Far from here to big bene? –

- About twenty minutes by bus, unless there are traffic jams then longer – He grunted – There are always traffic jams especially in London – she sighed resigned, wanted to escape it was known not from today. Every night she gets up around 2:00 a.m. and tries to find the key to the front door, but she can't find it like the captain had it with him and hid it at night so she couldn't find it.

She knew it, which is why she spent nights in the living room window asking the brightest star on the moon for help. But her prayers and supplications are not answered by them, the standard. Nothing new, what did she expect? Nothing helps her and no one helps her.

It’s as if everything and everyone wanted to laugh at her, not from today it’s known – Why do you ask? – The captain knew how to get her out of the land of thoughts she liked to fall into, especially in his presence as if he knew what to do and how to behave so that she would think about her every next step and word.

He danced with her, but he was driving and she just followed him like a lost mongrel. Two steps forward, one step back, so he danced, and she danced two steps forward, five steps back, she couldn't keep up with the captain's step.

She couldn't keep up with the Captain's thoughts, the planning. She had to adapt to him, she had to get to know him. Surprisingly, they came to an agreement, he just acted like it was normal for him, like he wasn't completely upset that she showed up at his house like some kind of intruder, accepted that fact, and finally agreed to change it, so? Then why would he be pissed that she's there?

But why did he take it so lightly? Isn't that a problem? Either she's too calm and doesn't bother him, or his life is already so uninteresting that it doesn't surprise him, as if nothing surprises him. She didn't understand it. She wanted to get to know the man, like her mind, instead of thinking about running away, started thinking about him.

Who was he? Who really is Captain John Price?

He surprised her, and she surprised him, every day they taught each other was nice, because neither he nor she did anything wrong. To this day, the items that were in her pocket burned her pocket like she knew she was doing something wrong.

Because she knew

But now she felt her burning, and a distant voice of reason cries out to her to take it, but she doesn't hear that voice amid the murmur of praise of her demons that live within her driving her to say what was right and what she didn't do what she thought was right

She would never change that.

- Maybe someday you’ll want me to open your mind to new kinds of art – she muttered, Price stopped judging her from top to bottom. She went a little further, but stopped when she realized that the captain had not moved or moved an inch. She turned to the captain and met his judgmental gaze, “It’s not Jinx’s art. It's scribbles that paint kids as rebellious as you - he started and his voice was not at all nice and on the contrary it was rough and not nice

- You think it's art and it's vandalism. You try to call it art and you just spoil the objects – he stepped towards it to rise above it, looked down at the teenager

 – You look for beauty where there is no Jinx – the wrinkle on his forehead intensified how much he did not like it – You have real art in museums as paintings sculptures of artists. It’s not art on these walls, it’s just vandalism – he pointed to the wall next to them that had paint on it.

The graffiti next to them depicted a sunset over the ocean and a piece of beach and it was all surrounded by tropical leaves, Jinx's eyes on the painting on the wall lit up maybe and it was vandalism, but she liked it. Moving her gaze, her dreamy eyes quickly replaced the cold when she met Price's judgmental and nervous blue eyes.

They fought a war on sight, who wins who was right? – Maybe that’s how you see it, but I think differently – her voice was silent, resembling the hiss of a snake, or did the good idyll end? Five days after she arrived, the bubble Price thought they were stuck in burst? Was it that Jinx who lived on the streets and wreaked havoc by robbing people and starting fights? He didn't know, but he guessed

- Not Jinx. Drop it – his voice left no room for discussions she wanted to have anyway – Normal people wash this shit away, nobody wants a wall like that. It's ugly, no need –

He moved on his steps were long which caused him to quickly make his way, but Jinx did not follow him as for the past few days she kept following him like a lost mongrel. Because she had to

- Maybe you think so, but I get joy from it – she confessed watching Price leave, but stops when she started her monologue – Or maybe someone also gets inspiration from it or joy from such works? – asked rhetorically

- No one gets joy from it or delves into what this vandalism represents, what it is aimed at – He wanted to end this discussion – We are going to Jinx’s house – He ordered without leaving anything to discuss, ended it with a simple order, which she had to follow. She didn't want to upset him any more, even though she wondered what he was like when he was annoyed.

What's he like when he gets pissed off? She wanted to know the answer to that question, but she preferred not to risk seeing that bearded face red with anger. She obediently directed her steps towards his apartment, remained silent and clasped her hands on the stolen items in her pockets – Someday you’ll have to understand this – she whispered to herself, she didn’t want his ears to hear it – Sooner or later you’ll understand it – she muttered and her voice barely resembled a whisper. It's like she's just moving her lips and not a word comes out of her mouth.

And yet he heard it. But he didn't comment, he didn't comment because he didn't want to agree or he didn't comment because he didn't understand her. All the way back they were both silent, grave silence filled them, no mouths moved to make any sound even the birds were afraid to chirp.

It was so quiet, but the atmosphere could be cut with a knife, even the bluntest knife. She stooped to escape to the room she was living in and lock herself in so she could hug the bear. He wanted to sit on the armchair and delve into a book or get back to work on paperwork, where there was no end in sight. And so it happened

Jinx was in the room and she was in bed and he was sitting in his office over papers and the office lamp was the only light source in his office. With both minds distracted, everyone thought over their words trying to understand who was right. Who won that rattle?

John's mind was working at high speed not only because of the paperwork, but also because of the conversation with Jinx, he was right he knew about it, but at the same time he wanted to get the fascination out of her head. That's what the most normal parent would do, right?

Who's he kidding? He's not a parent. He's gonna change her. To adapt to society, to show what is normal and what is forbidden, to learn the rules and not to feel at ease in its company. He neglected his task, in his opinion, he did it wrong, he should have done it differently.

He should have done differently. He didn't have to learn about her past or what she was interested in or what she thought, he had to adapt her to society. So he'll do it.

But he didn't want to hurt her. But why did that thought light up in his head as if that thought was a flower I was trying to knock up so I could eat the sun's rays to release a beautiful flower

No. He couldn't let it happen, Kate's words stuck in his head. He had to plant a weed next to the plant so that the idea would die as soon as it came up.

[impietient]

Scopophobia, implied gore, body horror mention warnings, smg4 western spaghetti and it’s gonna be perfect spoiler

Okie so I had another smg4 dream that I drew sketches for cause holy crap. In a nutshell, it was a messed up among us/guess who game show.

Before i talk about it, I’d like y’all to appreciate Melony’s heart patch with Axol ;-;

So the dream started out simple, the smg4 crew were hanging out in the new castle but then smg4 and melony noticed something outside of the window. 4 started to frantic and said to hit it with everything and the crew did this with no questions asked, throwing bob-ombs, guns, frickin tanks, eggdog, power ups, furniture but it wasn’t enough and whatever was outside of the window broke free with a flash of light fading to white. Mario and Luigi woke up in a tainted colored glass dome. Outside of the dome was their castle but looked more like a circus tent. On the otherside was the rest of the crew in a play set box with them as dolls, and their castle on top as if it was a dollhouse. An unseen announcer welcomed the brothers into the game show. Mario was in amazement because he didn’t realize his friends in danger and just heard a game show but Luigi kept asking questions. That’s when a snap of the fingers and the game started. The first game was a among us(I kid you not) but in each game sequence, the bros would have their memory wiped to throw them off that they were trapped. So anyways, Luigi was doing his tasks but then melony came over and shook Luigi by the shoulders yelling at him that they were in danger and he needed to get out of here. Melody glitched out of existence and the announcer apologized for that game error. So he went on to do his tasks. He started looking for Mario and found him locked in the bathroom cause he said he didn’t want the imposter to find him. So Luigi had to drag him out but when he came in, the door was a metal door and locked them both in. Mario took this as a chance to tell Luigi about what was happening, about the gameshow trap, about whatever was out there but the imposter was banging on the door with an alternate’s corrupted voice of one of the smg characters. The game restarted and the bros had their memory wiped again.

The game started with them in a hospital, it was more like a modern day murder mystery but more happier(like had some kidcore themes here and there) and each of the characters as doctors or nurses, they were trying to find a missing patient but also a fraud doctor in their midst. So Mario started looking for the patient and found Meggy, she was a doctor there and didn’t give any information about the trap but when she spoke, all she repeated “Hows it going Mario?” getting Mario confused and scared until she glitched out of the game, followed by an apology. Mario was confused and ran off to find his brother because he started to remember about what happened the last game, that this isn’t what it seemed. He started searching rooms, slamming doors and such until he reached a room with Meggy on a hospital table, strapped down with her eyes huge black pupils, a smile and the repeated phrase. Mario rushed over to help her but she grabbed his arm, snapped out of it and started to panic and just said in a pained voice “help me”. Mario looked over at her stomach with rainbow strand gummies and star candies sticking out of her stomach. Mario backed up in fear for his friend but the announcer said “sorry folks, we’re experiencing an error..again” making the whole room all static-y until Mario was just in an empty room. Mario started to panic and call for Meggy, 4, 3, anyone that he knew until he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He slowly turned with an ominous sfx playing until it cut to black. The announcer continued on with the game with Luigi and the rest of the crew left. This game they were at a fishing dock, all fishermen but there was a disguised siren in their midst(yes these were all murder mystery or who’s what games) So Luigi started to question Bob and Boopkins and Bob tried to blame Boopkins to get him kicked out but he started defending himself. That’s when Luigi heard a voice in the water.

Luigi wanted to investigate and dragged the other two to prove their innocence and they took a boat out to find the voice. It sounded like a little girl’s voice in distress. They looked around the water and Luigi jumped in the water to find the girl and landed in the black void Mario was in earlier. He started to call out for the girl. He found the girl and she said “You found me! Yay!!” and giggling. Luigi couldn’t see her but only a silhouette of the girl in a distance. She started to walk over but every step she took she grew new limbs or her body became disfigured until she glitched out, and was replaced with Mr L, doing the same thing. Then it kept glitching characters in and out until the figure came in sight for Luigi. It was Goo-uigi but with that flesh stuff still in him. Goo-uigi spoke with multiple voices of people overlapping and saying “You completed the game. Congratulations! Was trial and error perfecting it but this means you are perfect.” Luigi started to remember everything about before, especially about the flash of light. It was the flesh from the treasure city dream. It dragged them to the game for the fun of it, and to make up for the last time they all escaped a good going show.(YES HE IMPLIED THAT IT WAS THAT TV BRAND FROM WESTERN SPAGHETTI) Apparently, the tv brand gave an opportunity for the flesh to start it’s show, to get back at them, while the tv brand did the same. Luigi knew he needed to leave and tried running but was running in place. Goo-uigi appeared behind him in a second, pushed him to the ground, into a pool of water, started to wring his neck/ water boarded him. As Luigi struggled, the setting was glitching out into different places while goo-uigi was saying that this could’ve been a thriving perfect show. But if none of them could be perfect, then they didn’t deserve to leave, perfect or imperfect at all. Luigi got a flash of images of his friends, the castle, happy or chaotic memories he had with them. Luigi had to rip the flesh out with a bunch of images of memories flashing in his head, and started to feel nauseous from the flashing memories and glitching background. He grabbed the huge chunk of the purple/pink flesh in goo-uigi’s chest and pulled it out with a screech from Goo and the squiggly flesh as if it was alive, making everything flash faster. UNTIL IN A FLASH I WOKE UP, AND I TRIED TO FALL ASLEEP AGAIN TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED AFTER BUT MY ALARM WENT OFF THE SAME TIME

EDIT: I FORGOT TO SHARE BUT THERES TWO OTHER SMG4 DREAMS IVE HAD AND DREW SCENES FOR, ALSO FOR SOME CONTEXT ABOUT POSSESSED GOO-UIGI

[ashwhowrites]

Hi! I'm the one who requested "Thanksgiving" and, first of all *chef's kiss*, second of all absolutely amazing! I hope it's okay if I make another request if you aren't too busy!

Fluff 37 with Eddie. Whenever I have panic attacks, I got in the habit of eating something sweet after like cookies or candy bars. It was something that I want enough to force my body to move. And I can't stop thinking about Eddie not having anything except box mix and immediately deciding to cook cake because obviously, that fix everything *insert cheesy smile*

I'm so glad you loved it!

I know you wrote another message out so thanks for being so patient with this!

I hope it's what you wanted :)

And with the way I've been breaking hearts, I am very excited to write some fluff

"It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."

Y/N was known to have panic attacks. She grew up learning ways to control them, things to help stop them, and overall living with them.

Thankfully, her boyfriend, Eddie knew exactly what to do when she went into a panic mode.

He was sweet and gentle. He doesn't have puppy eyes for nothing, he truly was the best cuddler in the world.

Many times she had her panic attacks in bed. It was the moment her brain was not occupied with things to do during the day. It was time to be in her head. And her head wasn't too kind of her.

Eddie knew the signs of her panic attacks. He tried to make sure she fell asleep first before he drifted off. He slept better with the comfort of knowing she was able to fall asleep.

But tonight Eddie was so tired. He had school then a shift at the car garage. He came home with a kiss to his girlfriend and took a shower. The heat warmed up his bones. He cleaned his body and scrubbed off the grease and dirt.

Once he got out of the shower and changed into boxers, he headed into his bedroom.

"how was your day handsome?" His girlfriend asked as she was cuddled into his bed, flipping through a magazine.

"So much better now." He smiled as he jumped into bed, a fit of giggles leaving her mouth.

~~

Eddie was listening to Y/N talk about her day. Trying his hardest to keep his eyes from closing fully. His eyes were burning but he kept slow blinking, listening closely to his girlfriends day.

Before he knew it, he felt like he was dreaming. In a complete relaxed state.

Then he felt his arm being touched, shaking with urgency.

"Eddie baby. Wake up." He heard his girlfriend whisper. He slowly woke up, and sat up straight.

His girlfriend had a wild look in her eyes. Breathing fast and hard, clenching his hand.

"hey it's okay. Deep breaths." Eddie said as he realized what was going on.

Together they breathed in and out. Slowly working her back to a clear state of mind.

"Baby, do you have any chocolate left?" Y/N asked, eyes looking up to her boyfriend's eyes as she laid in his arms.

" let's go take a look." He smiled as he stood up, sticking out his hand for Y/N to take. She smiled back at him and followed his lead to the kitchen, shaking slightly as the cold air hit her naked skin. Wearing an old tshirt of Eddie's and a pair of her underwear.

Eddie was frantically searching through his fridge, and cabinets.

"I don't know baby, I don't think I see any. Want me to run to the store quickly?" He asked.

"no baby it's like the middle of the night." She answered, now slowly panicking again. She needed sweets in moments like this.

"I see a box of chocolate cake." She said, a big smile as she grabbed it off the shelf.

"It’s 2 am and you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear." Eddie said as he grabbed the box from her hands and kissed her cheek.

Together they baked their cake, decorating it with anything they could find.

"that cake is gorgeous." Eddie smiled.

"babe. It's like a blob of mud with color." She laughed.

The cake sat in the pan, smothered in chocolate frosting and old Christmas sprinkles from when they made cookies for Dustin.

Either way, the couple dug their forks into the pan, not bothering to cut it.

"open wide." Eddie laughed as he held his fork in front of her mouth, feeding her the cake.

"wow we are so good at this baking thing." She moaned at the flavor bursting in her mouth.

Together they ate the cake in silence. Now with a clear head, she felt ready to sleep the night away.

"I love you Eddie." She kissed his chocolate lips.

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Something behind the glass surface [ Jotaro Kujo x reader ]

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Chapter three, Invisible force

Few days have passed and Y/n didn’t see any signs of Jotaro’s existence in school. Maybe he was skipping or was he sick?

Or was he just avoiding her…? She tried not to bother herself with that since it was distracting her from the classes she had.

On one fine Thursday, her mother, after binge watching the entire seventeen seasons of Under the Morozov royal court, decided that Y/n had to get some groceries from the convenience store not so far away from their house.

The girl compiled since she got the chance to buy some snacks for herself. She grabbed one bigger tote bag from the bottom pantry in the kitchen, and she took the money her mom left on the counter (along with the list of the items she had to buy).

*On the way to the convenience store, 1.st p.o.v*

The weather was sunny and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Perfect time to get sent out to get the groceries and go for a walk. I was greeted by a few eldery couples that lived in my street.

I inhaled the fresh air and sighed. There was no Aiko or Yamabitch in the two kilometre radius so I was good. Once I got to the convenience store I checked if I had my wallet in my jacket pocket and house keys.

I entered the almost empty store and greeted the cashier to which he greeted me back with a polite smile. “Alright let's see what mom wanted me to buy…” I murmured as I pulled out a small paper out of my jacket pocket.

Milk

Eggs

Chocolate for baking

Vanilla and baking powder

‘Mom’s gonna be baking a cake? Woohoo!’ I fist bumped the air silently as I collected the items around the store. Once I got all the items I needed, I stopped in the candy aisle.

There was so much candy here! I really couldn’t choose until I spotted Konpeito star candies! Those were my favourite! [I took a quick google search and I found these, you can check them out, they're really cute!]

I grabbed one package and headed to the cashier. While I was paying I saw a lady struggling to carry her two full bags out of the store. ‘Maybe I should help?’ I thought as I glanced at the lady one more time.

“Here you go ma’am, have a nice day!” the cashier said as he gave me the receipt and the change back. “You too!” I replied back as I stuffed the items carefully into the tote bag and put it over my shoulder.

I grabbed the candy and headed to the lady at the exit. Mom didn’t specify when I have to be home and besides, I don’t think she’ll mind if I’m not in my room all the time.

“Hello ma’am, do you need help with your bags?” I politely tapped her on the shoulder and she turned her head to me. “O-Oh, hi sweetie… Was I really that obvious?” she laughed as she turned to me.

She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and green eyes that sparkled with joy. She was wearing a beige blouse with an white bow on the collar and a dark brown pencil skirt with simple black flats.

I panicked, “No no- I just saw that you were struggling with your bags and I didn’t want to just walk past you, because that would be so rude and I didn’t want to …” I stopped talking before I could embarrass myself any more.

‘I need to put ‘Stop embarrassing yourself to strangers’ on my to-do list A.S.A.P ’ I thought.

“Hahaha it’s okay darling! Thank you so much for helping me.” She showed me an okay sign and grinned widely.

“Again, no problem ma’am!” I said cheerfully. I grabbed the two full bags and grunted under my breath. Damn no wonder she was struggling to carry those bags.

We exited the store and she started to lead the way to her house. We talked, well, she was chatting her mouth off and I nodded at her.

She told me a few jokes but all of a sudden she stopped telling a story and turned to me. “Oh my God! How rude of me! I never asked for your name!” she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Her green eyes flashed with panic.

I laughed, “Oh it’s no big deal ma’am. I’m Y/n.” I extended my hand but I forgot I was holding her bags in both of them. She noticed and giggled, “I’m Holy! But you can call me Seiko. You have a really beautiful name, Y/n!” she beamed at me.

“Gee, thank you ma’am! You too have a really pretty name.” I complimented her as I blushed. Getting compliments from strangers was something I’ll never get used to.

She glanced at my right hand that was holding the bag handless and a packaging of Konpeito star candies.

“Oh my! Those are my son’s favourite candy too! He doesn't admit it though, but I can see how his eyes light up when he sees them laying on the counter..." Holy gushed as she talked.

I chuckled, "I'm glad there is somebody else who appreciates those bad boys." I shook the bag gently. This was my favourite candy ever since I could remember. I always begged my mom to buy me a package when she took me with her to the store.

We walked for a few minutes until Holy came to a halt. I wasn’t even paying attention to where we were going but when I glanced back I noticed that this was the street I always pass on my way to school. Alright, good, I wasn’t lost…

She stopped in front of a huge traditional looking mansion and turned to me. “Thank you so much for carrying the bags for me, darling!” She thanked me as she smiled. “It’s no problem, Holy!” I replied back.

Okay so do I just place the bags here and-

"JOTARO, DEAR! COME HELP ME WITH MY BAGS!" Holy cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted.

Did she just say....

Jotaro!?

My heart stopped and I sucked in my breath. ‘What the hell!? Her son is Jotaro!? I- What-’ I panicked and my heart started to beat faster.

This is going to be so fucking akward, what will he think? How do I know his mom nad why am I helping her carry her groceries-

I continued to panic until I heard footsteps nearing us from the entrance of the huge house. I didn’t even dare to turn around to look at Jotaro as I felt him stop near us.

My eyes were glued to Holy since I didn’t want to make this more weirder than it already was.

"Jotaro, dear! Just grab those bags and carry them inside. This girl was nice enough to carry them all the way here…” Holy said as she motioned me with her finger to give the bags to Jotaro.

I slowly craned my body towards Jotaro who didn’t move a muscle. I gulped and smiled awkwardly at him.

I didn’t say anything and extended my arms to him, “H-Here you go…” I murmured. He sighed and walked towards me and grabbed the bags from my hands.

His fingers glided smoothly from my hand and I fought the urge not to fall unconscious from fear. His gaze fell on the candy package in my hands and I subconsciously gripped it harder.

What I didn’t notice was that he wasn’t wearing his usual school uniform. He was wearing a plain dark grey shirt and black pants along with…

Were those bunny slippers?

My eyes widened when I noticed he was wearing a pair of fluffy white bunny slippers. I totally forgot I almost shited my pants from how scared I was a few moments ago, because this was just much more amusing.

Holy just watched the painful interaction from the side and raised an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to comment something but Jotaro spoke faster,

"You can go in, I need to talk to her," he said gruffly. Holly smiled, "Oh? Do you two know each other?" she asked curiously as she gestured to both of us with her finger.

"Yes, now go inside." Jotaro snapped and Holly laughed. "Is that so? Why don’t you invite her inside? I can make you two some tea and snacks!'' She fully turned to Jotaro, completely ignoring his rather rude remark.

I just stood there, horrified. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I must've eaten something bad and I was just hallucinating this whole thing up.

I glanced at Jotaro who shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever…” he murmured as he went up to tip his hat, but he realised he wasn’t wearing one and he only stuffed his hand in the pocket of his pants.

Holy giggled at Jotaro who only glared at the floor, “Oh, come on in Y/n! I have so much tea to choose from!” she cheered as she grabbed my hand that was holding the candy package and rushed me in the huge yard.

We stopped at the house entrance and we took off our shoes. “Here, you can take these slippers!” Holy gave me a pair of plain fluffy slippers which I took and put on.

“Before Jotaro gets here, I just want to thank you for being his friend… I know he tries hard to make friends, but he always thinks that people can understand his emotions without him expressing them. So, I’m glad you stuck around!” Holy giggled as she got behind me and basically pushed me to the kitchen.

I didn’t even get to explain what was truly going on so I just shut up, I’m sure Jotaro will explain to her when he gets inside.

The candy was still in my hand and as I sat on the table I put the package on it. I laid the tote bag with stuff I bought next to me.

“Okay just sit here, sweetie. I’ll make us some tea and I’ll bring you two snacks!” Holy said as she dashed to the kitchen.

Awesome, great! What the fuck do I do now? My mom is probably worried sick for me right now….

*3.rd p.o.v P.o.v, Mom*

M/n checked the clock and noticed her daughter still wasn’t home. What could she be doing?

“Eh, she probably ran into one of her friends on the way home and they decided to grab something to eat.” she said as she un-paused Under the Morozov royal court.

It was time to find out if Constantin will accept being in the royal family after being their servant but newly discovered son!

*At the Kujo household, Y/n, 1.st p.o.v*

Holy was making the tea and I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. ‘Okay so Jotaro decided to come inside, for a second I thought he went to grab a semi-automatic gun…’ I thought as I exhaled.

He walked towards the table and sat in front of me. We didn’t utter a single word to each other.

“So… Uh… You want some…?” I asked as I gestured towards the Konpeito star candie package. Jotaro’s eyes gleamed with joy for a short second, and if I wasn’t looking at him already I would have missed it.

“Yeah.” he replied firmly. As I reached to grab the package…

It moved towards Jotaro!?

“The fuck-” I jumped out of my chair as my eyes widened in surprise. Was he some kind of magician in free time? I glanced at Jotaro who sat completely petrified. He coughed a few times and grabbed the package from across the table.

“Thanks…” Jotaro softly murmured as a few strands of hair fell over his eyes. I was still confused on what kind of supernatural activity just happened? Because I’m sure stuff around houses doesn’t have invisible legs-

Just in time I was about to question Jotaro about the whole thing, Holy entered with a tray with a tea pot and three cups. “Here you go!” she said as she poured us the steaming tea. It smelled like cinnamon and apple.

“Do say Y/n, do you go to the same class as Jotaro?” Holy questioned as she poured the tea in Jotaro’s cup, who was currently chewing the candy. “Oh no, we go to separate classes.” I answered to Holy who nodded at me.

“Hm, interesting… Do keep an eye out for my sweet JoJo, alright?” Holy cooed towards Jotaro who blushed from the embarrassment.

“Alright, that’s enough. Go watch that shit soap opera of yours and don’t bother me any more.” Jotaro sneered and Holy only laughed.

“Whatever you say, dear…” Holy grabbed her tea cup, placed it on a small plate and walked to the living room.

“Can’t believe she watches that shit show… She always fangirls over that one Dmitri guy… Can’t believe her…” Jotaro groaned and placed his face into his hands.

My eyes widened at the mention of a specific character. “Does your mom also watch Under the Morozov royal court!? My mom’s obsessed over it. But who’s mom isn't?” I laughed as I pictured my mom squealing as she watched the Russian soap opera.

Joaro uncovered his face and cracked a small smile, “Your mom too? I thought mine was the only one who watched that crap…”. Wow this guy even smiled, what won’t I find out about him?

I laughed as I reached for the package of the candy, but again it moved towards me!?

“Okay what the hell!?” I exclaimed as I looked at Jotaro who looked at me with a weirded out expression. “What do you mean, what the hell?” He questioned me as if I was crazy or something.

“T-The package just moved on itself!” I pointed to the candy pack which was lying motionlessly on the table. Jotaro looked at me like I was crazy, had foam coming from my mouth and I had just grown three heads.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He simply replied as he grabbed more candy from the pack. I looked at him in disbelief, “N-No you don’t get it I’m not making this shit up! The pack literally moved towards me!” I exclaimed but Jotaro didn’t even bat an eye.

Was I truly just seeing things?

I sighed as I composed my posture. I won’t forget this but maybe I was just seeing things. I glanced at the pack of candy and grabbed a few and popped them in my mouth. We stayed like this until the whole pack was empty.

We didn’t say a word to each other, only a few occasional glancess. And as if she was summoned, Holy appeared by the table and smiled.

“I still can’t believe my baby boy finlay has a friend over!” she gushed as she wiped an actual tear from the corner of her eye.

Jotaro groaned and I laughed. “Mom, don’t even start…” Jotaro gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Now that he wasn’t wearing his gakuran I could see his well defined muscles.

I mean… Now I see why Aiko and Yamabitch (and many more…) wanted to work with him in the first place. I slightly blushed and glanced away before he could catch me looking at him.

“You know sweetie, why don’t you ask Y/n to work with you on that biology project? As you told me, working in pairs isn’t forbidden…” Holy suggested as she side eyed Jotaro. His eyes widened and he coughed, “U-Um, whatever…” he looked away from us.

Holy turned to me, “I mean as long as it’s alright with you, dear.”. I nodded my head slightly, “Oh, it’s no problem Mrs. Kujo…” I replied as I glanced at Jotaro and he was probably having a mental battle with himself in his head.

“I’ll leave you two alone now…” Holy giggled as she walked away with her empty cup of tea.

“Erm- So… you know that one new aquarium that opened a few streets away-” Jotaro raised his head and fully looked at me, “The Sea Life Aquarium?”.

“Yes that one! My mom told me there will be a dolphin performance next week… And we can even pet the dolphins! I just need to find the poster so I can find the exact time and date…” I trailed off as I looked at him.

His eyes sparkled after hearing what I said and he looked like he wanted to say something but he just nodded and sighed.

“Alright, you know where you can find me at school.” he said as he got up and grabbed the empty candy package and crumbled it up.

I looked at the clock and I noticed that I was gone for one and half hours?! Mom is probably at the police station filing my missing report.

“Oh jeez, my mom is probably worried for me by now… I should be going now.” I said to Jotaro who hesitantly nodded. I grabbed my tote bag with stuff and sighed.

“Oh, you’re leaving Y/n? Jotaro dear, can you escort her to the entrance?” Holy appeared from the kitchen.

Jotaro nodded and walked towards me, “Let’s go…”. I walked to the doors and took off my fluffy slippers. I noticed Jotaro still wearing his bunny ones and I giggled, “Cute slippers you have, Jotaro…”.

Jotaro glared at me, but not that glare that meant ‘I will kill you in a matter of seconds’ but a much joking one warning me not to joke about his cute slippers anymore. I put on my shoes and we walked out.

It was still warm and the sun was beginning to set down, illuminating the sky and the clouds in a beautiful pink and orange hue.

We stayed quiet as we walked to the entrance of his yard. I turned to him to say something but I immediately closed my mouth.

He wasn’t looking at me, rather at the pink and orange clouds in the sky. His face was illuminated by the orange glow of the sun and his eyes sparkled from the shine.

I never really had the chance to see his features this close up. Not that it was in my interest even looking in his direction a few weeks ago…

He had striking aquamarine eyes that could be easily mistaken for a pair of gemstones.

‘Y/n what are you thinking!? You are supposed to be thinking of an excuse you are going to tell your mom as to why you were gone for so long! And not how pretty eyes Jotaro has!’ I scolded myself and I could feel my cheeks burn from my thoughts.

He turned his head to me and sighed, “Alright, when you find the poster you can bring it to me so we can figure out when the dolphin show will be…” he explained as a few hair strands fell over his eyes.

Hm, this look was a bit unusual since he always wore his signature hat. Jotaro could really let his hair free from that hat once in a while…

“Okay! I think I noticed a few on my way here so I'll just tear one down… Not like anybody is going to notice anyway.” I said as I re-adjusted my bag on my shoulder.

“See you at school then Jotaro.” I waved at him but as I tried to turn around a sudden force pushed me towards him.

I closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the stone pavement to meet my face… But it never came. Instead of rocks meeting my face, I was met with a pair of arms holding me tightly.

I opened my eyes and I was met with the cotton material of a dark grey shirt. I slowly craned my head up only to see Jotaro’s widened eyes and blushing cheeks. I myself probably looked the same, if not worse.

“Uh- Erm-” I sputtered out noncoherent words and Jotaro just stood there petrified. I couldn’t move my arms because he had his arms wrapped around them.

Jotaro came back to reality and quickly un-wrapped his arms from me. “Urm, yes, s-see you at school too-” he murmured and he speeded away back into his house without a second glance. I stood there for a few moments processing what in the fuck just happened.

I certainly didn’t trip on thin air, something pushed me towards him, but what? His house must be haunted or something…?

But what kind of ghost passes you candy? You know what, I have time to think about this when I get home.

I nodded in agreement with my thoughts and started to walk away from his house, but not before glancing at his house for one last time.

As I was walking on the way to my house I noticed a poster of the aquarium that I agreed to bring Jotaro the next day at school. I looked around and there weren’t any people so I just tore it down and folded it into a small square.

I quickly got home and walked inside my house. “Mom! I’m so sorry-” I entered the living room only to see mom fast asleep on the couch.

“Oh…” I whispered to myself. I grabbed a blanket and covered her with it. “I’ll explain myself in the morning…” I said as I turned off the TV and went to the kitchen.

I placed every item in its designated place and I put the tote bag back in the pantry. Once I was done I went to my room and changed into my pyjamas. The sun finally set and now my room was illuminated by my nightstand lamp.

I grabbed my favourite manga and started to read. This went on for half an hour but my thoughts went back to the incident with Jotaro in front of his house. I furiously blushed and slammed the manga in my face.

I remembered he smelled like a fresh fabric softener and a hint of cigarette (as expected).

The embrace, even if it was only to prevent me from falling, was surprisingly warm… For a second I felt like I didn’t want him to let go…

‘Wait, why was I even wanting him to not let go? Am I even hearing my own thoughts?’ I groaned as I removed the manga on the nightstand. I turned around and smothered my face against my pillow.

Surely I’m not going crazy… Right?

*At Kujo household, 3rd p.o.v*

Jotaro slammed the doors of his room and grabbed his hair. “Star Platinum what the fuck!? Why did you do that shit for?” Jotaro exclaimed as his stand appeared in front of him with an innocent confused face.

“Ora?” Star Platinum asked as he put a finger on his chin. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Why did you do that shit with the candy and don’t get me started on the crap you pulled outside.” Jotaro raged at his stand.

Star Platinum had enough of his users' bullshit and flicked his forehead. “Ow- What the fuck-” Jotaro began as Star Platinum shook his head.

“Ora ora.” Star Platinum said and Jotaro’s eyes widened, “What do you mean, ‘I’m doing you a favour’ ?! The only thing you’re doing here is making her more afraid of me than she already is!”.

Star Platinum shook his head and explained in more Ora oras. Jotaro blushed but quickly composed himself.

His own stand was making fun of him right now. How unbelievable! “I’ve had enough. You- Disappear-” Jotaro closed his eyes but Star Platinum didn’t manifest away.

Jotaro ignored the blabbering of his stand and laid on his bed. Jotaro closed his eyes and sighed.

The images of Y/n in his arms flashed in his head and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. To be fair… He liked the colour of her cheeks when she blushed…

“Ora ora~” Star Platinum sang as he made kissing noises to mock Jotaro. He groaned and threw his pillow which Star Platinum caught and slammed it on Jotaro’s head. “Ow- You piece of shit-” Jotaro rose from his bed and once again threw his pillow on his stand.

Star Platinum laughed as he once again struck Jotaro with his own pillow. After a few minutes, they both stopped and collected themselves.

“Don’t you even dare to do that shit in front of mom or anybody, am I clear?” Jotaro threatened to his stand and Star Platinum shrugged his shoulders with a smirk.

“Whatever, I’m going to sleep. I don’t have energy to argue with you anymore…” Jotaro said as he went to brush his teeth and dressed in his pyjamas.

He went to his bed and laid on his back. But this time without rude interruptions of his annoying stand.

His mind once again wandered back to Y/n. Jotaro fought a small smile that was forming on his face as he thought of the upcoming aquarium visit with her.

That is, if she wasn’t scared to even approach him after today. But deep inside, he hoped she would agree to go with him to the aquarium…

Maybe, just maybe this project won’t be as bland as he thought it would be…

[tom-holland-parker]

Are those my jeans?

Summary: When you start to suspect that you’re pregnant, you’re too scared to tell Tom

Pairing: Dad!tom x reader

Word count: 631

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“Can’t we just lay in bed all day” Tom said with a groan as his grip on your waist tightened, you both had been ignoring your responsibilities all morning, using any excuse to stay in bed a little longer

“I wish we could but I’m craving strawberries and the farmers market closes in 2 hours” You chuckled, finally pulling yourself from his grasp. He groaned watching as your naked body let the bed to go to the bathroom. 

“Since when do you like strawberries, just last week you said you hated the smell of them” He asked as he checked his phone, replying to a few texts while he waited for you to come back to the bedroom. “I think I was just sick last week, I’ve been craving them all morning” You shrugged, “Oh and some peanut butter”

Tom stared at you in confusion, “You hate peanut butter, we’ve been dating for 5 years I’ve never even seen you eat peanut butter”

“I know I usually can’t stand the taste but I really want strawberries dipped in peanut butter. So get dressed so we can go to the farmers market” You said pulling up your jeans before searching for a shirt. 

Tom chuckled, finally getting up from the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. “Are those my jeans?” You looked down in confusion, these jeans fit perfectly there was no way they were Tom’s, “No way these are mine” You said looking in the mirror

“Nope, I think they’re mine” He said with a smirk. You were too distracted to notice his hand slip into the back pocket, pulling out his wallet, “see they’re mine”

“Oh my god they are yours” You said with a surprised look on your face, “I guess I didn’t notice I’ve been gaining weight”

Tom laughed, kissing your forehead before pulling a pair of jeans from his dresser, “Keep them, they look good on you”

You silently got dressed, your brain overthinking the reasons for your sudden weight gain, you hadn’t changed your diet except for the occasional late night snack. It wasn’t until Tom had pointed towards the candy stand, flooded with children asking their parents for their favorite candy, that it hit you. 

The sudden weight gain, the new cravings, sensitivity to smells

“Tom, we need to leave,” You said, grabbing your basket of strawberries and rushing towards the car. Tom looked at you, his brows furrowed in confusion as he trailed behind you, “Y/N is everything okay?”

You took a deep breath, “I need to go to the pharmacy” You said getting into the driver's seat rushing to the nearest pharmacy. Tom took note of how nervous you were, unsure how he could help you.

You parked the car, reaching for your purse only to be stopped by Tom grabbing your wrist, “Babe you need to calm down, what’s wrong?”

You bit your lip nervously as you stared at him, unsure if you should tell him before you even took the test, “Tom-” you took a deep breath, “I think im pregnant” 

Your voice was barely above a whisper but Tom heard you clear as day. He froze, silently panicking but he knew that if he freaked out you would panic even more. He took a deep breath, grabbing your hand, placing a small kiss of the soft skin. 

“Okay we’ll get a test and then schedule a doctor’s appointment” He said. You stared at him, shocked at his calm state, “You’re not mad?”

He shook his head, “It takes two to tango honey. I can’t be mad about something I took part in”

You chuckled, “Okay I’ll take the test”

He smiled, kissing your forehead before grabbing his wallet, “Lets go”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Please don’t feel pressured to do this if you’re busy, but I had an idea based on a current WIP I’m working on: A child coming up to Jameson while he’s out in public and asking about his scars and how he got them.

"What happened?"

Mint bursts in his mouth, on his tongue, like subtle toothpaste. It's a voice he doesn't know.

Jameson blinks and opens his eyes, looking up at a small, round, chubby face and huge brown eyes staring down at him where he lays on his back on a picnic blanket at the park.

"Uh-... What?" Jameson's voice comes out even rougher than usual, he'd been nearly asleep. He has to clear his throat before he speaks again. "What'd... What happened about what?"

The little girl or boy or whatever - the kid, Jameson isn't great at knowing what kids are who, they all just look like unfinished people to him - backs up when he pushes himself up to his elbows. They're holding a frisbee, clutched in both hands. It's comically big, blue, and has the words BUILD A BETTER TOMORROW - TODAY in white.

"You got all cut," The kid says, and Jameson feels his heart drop somewhere near the base of his spine as they raise a hand and trace a finger from the corner of their own mouth up nearly to their eye. An echo of the mark that Jameson still sees every time he looks in the mirror. The kid then taps their own eyebrow - and Jameson knows he means another scar, where there's a bald spot in his brow that won't ever grow back.

"Sure did," Jameson replies, and manages to get up to fully sitting now. His knees protest when he crosses his legs, but they still move, so it's a good day, he thinks. His crutches are nearby if he needs them.

"How?" The kid tips their head to one side. "How did you get cut?"

His heart beats a little too fast and his eyes scan the park, not quite in a panic, not yet. And he can't be mad at a little kid for being curious, can he? He shouldn't be mad. Kids are just kids. At least kids ask and don't just... assume.

"Uh." Jameson looks away, now, searching for a sign of Allyn on their way back from the bathroom. He doesn't see them, but he's not worried. He's not. "A... A man held me down and-... and used a sharp knife."

"What about your hands? How did those get cutted up?" The child points and Jameson shifts, pulling the long sleeves down on his shirt until the cuffs nearly cover his knuckles. He feels the burn of a blush in his cheeks but ignores it, glaring down at the cheery plaid of the picnic blanket instead.

"Same concept," Jameson answers, scratching at a spot on his jeans, belatedly realizing it's a stain, not something stuck there. "But with rope. Different guys, though."

The child nods, solemnly. "Tricky people," They intone, with the air of an expert in these things.

Jameson blinks. He blinks again. "I-... What?"

"Tricky people," The child repeats. They say the words as though this is a knowledge everyone has, and they're not sure why he's asking. "Who cutted you. It was tricky people."

"I-I guess... what the f-... heck are tricky people?"

"Grown-ups mostly. Do you not know about tricky people? My mommy and my school tolded me."

"Oh, uh, no. I-I don't... go to school." Jesus he's no good with kids. And his scars all burn like they're brand new under the casual, almost uncaring gaze of the little child with the Frisbee still clutched tightly. "Uh, where are your parents-"

"A tricky person," The child interrupts, clearly eager to share this valuable information and delighted that they know something an adult doesn't, "is like if a grown up says to help look for their lost puppy or if they are lost can you help or if they say I have a bicycle do you want a bicycle or-"

"I get it, I get it. That's like..." Something surfaces, faintly, in the back of Jameson's memories. "Like stranger danger, yeah?"

The little kid wrinkles their nose. "Tricky people are tricky. Like if a grown up says to keep a secret, that is being tricky. They have candy sometimes, my mommy said. Or nacho chips with cheese which are my favorite, and they are nice but not really for real nice. Tricky people are playing pretend nice, and then they are mean."

Jameson swallows. He thinks of a woman offering to buy him dinner, waking up on a tarp, a knife dragged down the side of his face. He thinks about Brute offering him a place to sleep. He thinks about Robert, friendly and chatty, the door to his truck swinging open, offering a wayward hitchhiker a ride before slamming his head into the passenger side window and duct-taping him to the seat.

"Sounds about right," Jameson says, finally. "Tricky people, yeah. They're fake-nice til they get you alone."

The child gives another solemn nod. "Yes. Tricky people cutted you."

"Yeah. They... Tricky people sure did."

A man comes racing up, and Jameson goes tense, every muscle suddenly twisting and firing painful messages right up the nerves of his spine. One hand goes for a crutch, fingers closing with difficulty, ready to get to his feet.

But the man isn't looking at him. "Theo! Theo, God, you can't just wander off like that! Your mom and I have been looking everywhere for you!"

"I followed the Frisbee, Daddy," The child says, looking baffled at their father's wide-eyed worry. "And then I seed a man."

"Yeah, I, I see that, okay come on, buddy, let's go tell Mom you're safe." The man scoops the child into his arms, the blue Frisbee dropping forgotten to the grass as the kid's arms go around their father's neck. "So sorry, I'm so sorry if Theo was bugging you."

"No, he was fine," Jameson says, but the man is already walking away. He hadn't waited for a reply.

The child looks back from over his shoulder. "Daddy, the Frisbee! The Frisbee dropped!"

"Whatever, I have like twelve of those from work by now. We need to get to your mom before she calls the cops, she was so scared, something could have happened to you, buddy-"

Jameson looks down at the Frisbee, thinking at first that he can give it to Allyn or something. It's fallen onto the grass facing underside-up. Imprinted into the very center is a familiar logo.

WRU.

Jameson's head snaps back up and he stares wide-eyed at the man's retreating back until they go behind a small copse of trees and are gone.

When Allyn plops down on the blanket beside him, he nearly jumps out of his skin, turning to stare at them with a cry caught in his throat.

They lick at the ice cream cone in their head and offer it to him. When he shakes his head, they frown, coppery-red eyebrows furrowing over their gray eyes. "What's wrong?" They ask in their rain shower voice.

"Uh-... N, nothing. Maybe we should go."

"Why? The day is so pretty-"

"I feel kind of sick," Jameson says, and that's not a lie. Just not the whole truth. "Can we go back to Nat's? I need to lay down."

"Sure." Allyn leans over, lays their hand over his. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Just. I need-... I need to be somewhere else."

Somewhere where there isn't a man who could be a handler just behind the trees.

[natashacoco]

Diamonds and Pearl Pt III

Mob Boss! Florian Munteanu x Stripper! Black Reader

Warnings: mentions of (filthy) sex (18+), unprotected sex, smut, drinking, mentions of violence, swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of killing/death, mafia aspects, stripper, sex work, female penetration, PIV sex, mentions of guns and gun violence, mentions of people getting shot

Summary: You’re a former ballerina turned exotic dancer at a strip club frequented by some of the city’s most ruthless mob families. When a new man enters the scene in hopes of taking the city for himself, will you be consumed by him or become another victim to his unstoppable ambitions.

Note: so yeah, after yet another 8+ months I’ve FINALLY been able to update this. Inspiration hasn’t been hitting me as much as it used to, but I really want to finish this series through. Until then, enjoy and let me know your thoughts

Song Inspo: Scared To Be Lonely

“Morning, fetiță ” A hushed whisper in your ear begins to slowly wake you up. “How about some food, coffee, or perhaps tea even?”

“What?” You pry open your eyelids and blink to clear the fog of sleep from your brain. You’re lying on your side, so you roll over onto your back and squint up at Florian—who’s standing next to the bed, already dressed and with what appears to be a steaming cup in his hand.

“Food,” he says. His hard mouth is curved into a smile. “I made some for you, or rather my personal chef made an assortment of things, I wasn’t sure what you like to eat. It’s downstairs, along with tea, coffee, and various juices.”

“Um…” Your brain is still not fully functioning, so you sit up, careful to bring the blanket up with you to shield your body and try to make sense of what’s happening. “You had food made for me?”

“Hmm.” Florian sits down on the edge of the bed and carefully blows on the steaming cup in his hands, the smell of some kind of dark roasted coffee filling the air before carefully taking a sip. “I wasn’t sure how much longer you wanted to sleep, but it’s already late in the morning and I didn’t want to throw off your sleep schedule.”

“Uh-huh.” You slowly raise your hand and wipe the sleep from your eyes, noticing a clock off in the distance reading it was already after eleven a.m., rather closer to noon. Florian keeps his eyes on you, never saying anything, a small uncomfortable silence fills the room. The few moments revive you, chasing away the cotton-candy fuzz in your mind. Slowly, in bits and pieces, it all starts coming back to you.

Florian and his meeting at the club. Being requested to be his dancer for the night. The sounds of gunfire. Dmitry trying to get to you. His body hitting the floor. Blood, so much blood.

The room feels like all the oxygen has suddenly been vacuumed out of it, the prickling at the base of your spine going up before you start to feel like you can’t breathe. A panic attack, you’ve had them before in the past, more so due to your accident, and although you’ve had them under control for a while, this one felt all consuming.

“Fuck. Y/N, are you okay?”

You stare at him, your skin growing cold despite the contrasting growing burning sensation you also feel. “You want to know if I’m okay?” You remember everything now. The way he took you in the club. How he brought you to his house and helped to wipe the blood away. The nightmare. Clinging to him in the darkness. The way he held you afterwards.

Asking—no, begging him to fuck you.

Florian’s face tightens. “What can I do?”

“Nothing.” The chill within you deepens, numbing the sick terror flowing through you veins. “I don’t need a damn thing from you.”

After a few collective breaths, turning away, you lifted the blanket, searching for the shirt he gave you to sleep in and somehow took off sometime in the middle of the night. It’s something to focus on, something to do. Besides, you need that shirt. It’s a buffer, and you need that.

You need to cling to something to stay sane because without it, who knows how you’d react in the moment.

How could you have reached for Florian after that awful dream, when just hours earlier he made it your reality? How could you have wanted a man who broke you in that manner? You feel like you blanked out about what he did, suppressed it all in your desperate need for comfort.

In your weak, selfish neediness, you embraced the man who’s going to destroy everybody and everything you’ve ever loved or cared about, your entire world devastated by the man standing in front of you.

“Y/N.” Florian reaches for you, but you twist away. Your eyes scan the expansive room, trying to locate the piece of clothing. Your eyes finally locate it before jumping off the bed on the other side of it. You know you have nowhere to go, but you can’t let him touch you yet.

You’ll shatter all over again.

“What are you doing?” he asks as fingers finally close around the shirt, you fumble with the large shirt trying to find the arm and neck holes. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Ah-hah, there. Ignoring his question, you finally succeed in placing your hands through the arm holes and bring it over your head. After you pull on the shirt and smooth it out, doing your best not to look at him.

That seems to irritate him. In a second, he crosses the room and stops in front of you, his fingers closing around your arm.

“What the fuck?” Florian grips your chin with his free hand and forces you to look at him. “What game are you playing?”

“Me?” As you meet his gaze, a tiny ember of anger flickers in the ashes of your despair. “You’re the game master, Munteanu. I’m just along for the ride—unwillingly at that.”

His eyebrows snap together. “So last night was what? You going along for the ride?”

“Last night was a moment of insanity.” That’s the only way you can explain it to yourself, at least. You try your hardest to make your voice as hard and bitter as you add, “Besides, what do you care? For all I know you could’ve just wanted one last fuck before you have one of your men kill me, wouldn’t want to ruin your expensive suits with my blood, now could you?”

His expression is unreadable. “I do love my suits.”

A swirl of nausea makes you want to throw up. You don’t know if Florian senses it, but he lets go of your chin and steps back.

“You’ll be fine and under my protection as long as you’re under my roof,” he says, his voice oddly strained. “I told you I’m not going to kill you or do anything to you, and my word is my law. There’s no reason for you to stress anymore. It’s done.”

You stare at him, struck by the fact that the idea of Florian stalling with wanting to kill you hadn’t stopped crossing your mind either last night or this morning. How could you not think about what’s going to happen to you at all? Somewhere along the way, you stupidly started believing that your captor didn’t want you dead, that maybe he really did want to protect and keep you safe like he promised.

“Look,” Florian says when you remain silent, “things are going to get better. Once I know things have calmed down with the other families then you can return home. Until then, I’ll give you more freedom. You’ll be able to walk around the estate on your own, go anywhere you please.”

“Really?” Despite your despair, you almost laugh out loud. “And what makes you think I won’t run?”

The corners of his lips pull up in a dark smile. “Because you wouldn’t get far if you tried. I’m going to put some of my best men as your security detail for you.”

Your heart falters for a beat. “Security detail?”

“What kind of security detail are you talking about?” you force yourself to ask as the two of you walk to the bathroom.

“My men are some of the best in the world, and would die for me and those under my protection..” Florian stops in front of the bathroom door and looks at you “Just a few to keep you safe.”

And ensure he’d always know where you are.

Florian nods as if somehow reading your mind. “For now, why don’t I give you a small taste of what your future will be like and take you outside? We’ll go for a walk, and then enjoy some breakfast, or rather brunch.”

A walk outside. At any other point, you would’ve been ecstatic, but now, it’s all you can do to interact with him in a semi-normal manner.

To act as if your whole world isn’t about to come crashing down.

“Perhaps food first, though,” Florian says when you remain frozen but your stomach rumbles. “Hurry up, the food is getting cold.”

Bathroom. Breakfast. You want to scream that he’s insane, that you can’t possibly eat, but you keep your mouth shut and do as he says. You need to figure out what to do.

“Who are you planning on putting as my glorified babysitters?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. If his men are as good as he claims, then they’re going to be as difficult to evade as you suspect, escape will be all but impossible.

“Sandro for now, perhaps Siver too,” Florian says. You remember Sandro from last night at the club, but your ears perk up at the mention of the new name.

“I had a meeting with the heads of all of the families that was scheduled for tomorrow, but due to the events of last night that has been pushed back to five days, or who knows when. Until then I’ll have to leave soon and meet with some trusted police officials on my payroll to get a gauge on what happened last night.”

“You’re leaving?” Your heartbeat kicks up with sudden hope. If he’s going to be gone…

“Yes, but don’t worry.” He smiles, “They’ll make sure you’re safe and comfortable.”

And still here when he returns.

The unsaid words hang in the air as you step into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind you. Florian’s plan to keep you in his ivory tower to him should terrify you, but the nauseating fear you feel has nothing to do with your own fate.

If Florian’s ambitions come after everything like the way you think he does, the way they’ve probably gone after other enemies, nobody connected to them probably saw it coming to escape their wrath.

The entire families will be wiped out—and Anton, your friend who was practically like your brother, along with them. He plans to lay waste and devastation, and you’re literally stuck behind enemy lines.

“Hurry up and take a shower and get freshened up, we’ll discuss it more once we’ve eaten.” You nod and close the door.

You’re in and out of the shower quickly, putting the shirt you wore back on before heading back out to the bedroom. You find Florian sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone and when he sees you, he hands you a pair of boxers and sweats. You shimmy into them and realize you’re practically swimming in them, having to roll the sweats until they sit comfortably on your hips. You notice that Florian is looking at you with heat in his eyes and you realize that the clothes you’ve donned are his, and he apparently seems to like you wearing them.

Placing a hand on your lower back, he leads you out of the bedroom and into the hallway. The house is even more gorgeous than you remember, something always catching your eye as he leads you through the maze-like corridors. You try to take a mental note of the various combinations of twists and turns from one hallway to the next.

All too soon and you’re in the kitchen, as expansive and beautiful as everything else. A large island with bar stools dominate the middle and two chandeliers hang above them. The entire kitchen looks clean and pristine in white. If it were any other circumstances you could imagine cooking or baking one of your favorite dishes, or even attempting something like one of your favorite chefs you’ve seen on the local cooking channel.

You notice a man in a chef's coat standing off to the side, taking a few plates off of a warmer, he greets Florian cordially before the both of you take seats at the bar. The chef, Johann, starts to bring out the food and soon enough the entire island seems to be filled with so much of it you’re sure you feel like you’d be able to feed an entire army.

Johann and Florian begin to speak in German and suddenly you feel like some kind of afterthought as they converse in their native tongue. You look at the spread and try to decide what to eat. You hear your name come from one of the men and look in their direction only for you to look away and reach for the polenta, your hand shaking slightly.

“Here, let me help you with that.” He takes the plate from you, his fingers briefly brushing against yours. Before you can say anything, your plate is filled with a healthy portion of everything that’s on the table.

He puts the plate back in front of you, and stares at it in dismay. You’re too nervous to eat in front of him. Your stomach is all tied into knots.

When you look up, you see that he has no such problem. He’s eating with gusto, clearly enjoying Johann’s cooking.

“What’s the matter?” he asks between bites. “You’re not hungry?”

You shake your head, even though you were ravenous not too long beforehand.

He frowns, putting down his fork. “Why not?”

You shrug. “I’m okay.” You’re not about to tell him that he’s the cause of your lack of appetite.

His eyes narrow at you. “Are you playing games with me? Eat, Y/N.”

You gulp nervously and start to pick at the food. There’s something about him that makes you think it would be unwise to oppose him on this issue.

On any issue, really.

Your instincts are continuing to scream that this man is as dangerous as they come. He hasn’t really been cruel to you…yet, but there is cruelty within him. You can sense it.

“Good girl,” he says approvingly after you eat a few bites.

You continue eating, even though you don’t really taste the food and you have to force each bite past the restriction in your throat. You keep your eyes trained on your plate. You’ll have an easier time eating if you don’t see his piercing hazel gaze.

“I’ve been wondering, what is the story behind your stage name?” he asks after you’ve had a chance to eat about half of your portion.

It takes a couple of seconds to register what he asks before you look up to find him staring at you.

“Um…I’ve loved ballet ever since I was a little girl. One year I begged and begged my parents to take me into the city to see Swan Lake. They made me think they weren’t going to take me, but they surprised me. The moment the ballet started I was entranced and I knew that it was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life” you explain. You clear your throat and continue. “Odette is the name of the Swan Princess and Pearl is well, it’s an homage to my family. My dad was a MASSIVE Prince fan, so much so that I’m 100% convinced he would have named me Princess Apollonia if my mother didn’t keep a close eye on my birth certificate. Diamonds and Pearls was the song my parents always sang to one another.”

“What do you think of the estate?” he asks you randomly, as though genuinely interested in your opinion. He’s studying you with a thoughtful look on his face.

“It’s pretty from what I’ve seen so far,” you tell him honestly. Then, pausing for a second, you add, “But I don’t want to be here.”

“Of course.” He looks almost understanding. “But you’ll get used to it. This is your new home for now, Y/N. The sooner you come to terms with that, the better.”

Your stomach lurches, and you feel like the food that you just ate is in danger of coming up. You swallow convulsively, trying to control the sick feeling inside of you. “And my family? Anton, those who work at the club?” The words come out low and bitter. “How are they supposed to come to terms with it?”

Some emotion flickers briefly across his face. “What if they didn’t think you were dead?” he asks quietly, holding your gaze. “Would that make you feel better fetiță?”

“Of course it would!” You can hardly believe what you’re hearing. “Can you do that? Can you let them know I’m alive? Maybe I can just call them, or, or Anton and—”

He reaches out to cover your hand with his own, stopping your hopeful rambling. “No.” His tone leaves no room for arguments. “I will contact them myself.”

You swallow your disappointment. “What are you going to tell them?”

“That you are alive and well.” His large thumb is gently massaging the inside of your palm, his touch distracting you, turning your bones to jelly.

“But—” You almost moan when he presses on one particularly sensitive spot, “—but they wouldn’t believe you—”

“They would.” He withdraws his hand, leaving you feeling strangely sorrowful. “You can trust me on that.”

Trust him? Yeah, right. “Why are you doing this to me?” You ask in frustration.

Suddenly, a crazy and desperate idea occurs to you. He obviously wants you. He’s even willing to do things to make you happy—like letting your family know that you’re alive. What if you were to use that fact to your advantage? Could you do this? Could you somehow seduce Florian into letting you go?

You’re going to have to be careful about it. You can’t have a sudden about-face. You can’t act like you despise him one minute and love him the next. He needs to believe that he can take you off the estate and that you would willingly remain with him for as long as he wants you. Then you would do whatever you had to do to escape.

You’re going to have to take your time and convince Florian of your devotion.

[theunquenchablethirst]

Joyride (Jerome X Reader)

Smut, NSFW, 18+, porn without plot, honestly just hot, nasty filth 

Do not read unless you are a deviant!

Reader is walking home down a street she knows just like the back of her hand, but today there's an unfamiliar car parked up. Paying it no mind she continues past it, but soon discovers today is not going to be any regular day when a sinister voice calls to her from the mysterious car behind her.

Vaginal fingering, blowjobs, rough sex, semi-public sex, car sex, bondage, chocking, spanking, dom/sub undertones, dub-con, strong language, murder, kidnap

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Masterlist

I walked that street nearly every day, to and from Gotham High. I had for years. This would be my last year as I was 18 and about to graduate.

Everything seemed as normal as ever. The pretzel cart, the lady that walked her little dog, the kids playing jump rope. A fairly quiet street. I didn't know it then, but that day would be anything, but normal.

I was approaching the end of the street where I would cross the road. There was a car parked up I hadn't seen before. Big, black with tinted windows. I didn't pay it much attention and wasn't hesitant to carry on my walk past it. I reached the end of the street and stood waiting for the traffic to quiet so I could cross over, then behind me I heard the familiar sound of a car window winding down.

"Hey, princess." A sinister voice called.

I turned to look and peering out of the black car window was him. The most dangerous, most wanted man in Gotham city. Jerome Valeska.

I'd only seen him on the news and in papers before, but even then, he had scared me. He'd brought the city to its knees and left a trail of bodies and madness wherever he went. And now he was right in front of me.  

"Can I give you a ride?" He asked with his signature smile plastered on his scarred face, voice dripping with menace.

I froze still. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but his stare glued me to my spot.

"Come on, doll. I'll be nice."

I took a step back, weighing the risk of making a run for it. He sucked his teeth and looked down for something.

"I'd offer you candy, but uh..." He pulled a gun up to the window and pointed it at me.

"... Something tells me I won't need to." His smile somehow grew bigger as he locked his eyes on mine.

My heart was beating so loud I thought the whole city would be able to hear it. I had no choice. Knees weak, I nervously walked around to the passenger side door and opened it. I sat in the seat next to him, but pressed myself as close to the window as I could. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible, even if it was only by a few inches.  

"Ah, safety first. Seatbelt." He said dropping his smile and cocking his head.

Not caring weather or not he was joking, I pulled down the belt and buckled myself in. I did not want to make him angry. He grinned eerily and panic rose in my chest as his eyes burned holes in me.  

He reached a gloved hand out to my face. I flinched as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear and stroked his knuckles down my jaw line and neck. His hand moved lower still down my arm, only stopping when he got to my shaking hand. I was grasping my bag so tightly my knuckles had turned white. He tugged at it a few times wanting me to let go. I released the bag and he pulled it off my lap and into his.

"Let's see what we got here."

He started to rummage through my possessions pulling each one out, mostly dubbing them boring and dumping them out of the window.

"Pain killers, boring. Pencil case, extra boring. Ooh, Jolly Ranchers! Don't mind if I do!"

He popped a sweet in his mouth, threw the rest over his shoulder into the back seat and got back to snooping.

"Keys, boring. Oh! A diary! I'll save that for later! A can of mace...."

He paused then let out a loud cackle as he held the mace.

"Oh, princess! Bet you wish you'd switched this out for a gun right about now!" He continued to giggle as he dived a hand back in.

"Aha! Phone!" He dropped my bag back in my lap and opened up my flip phone.

"You won't be needing this." He smirked and snapped it, letting the two halves fall and disappear under the driver's seat. Dread began to settle in as it dawned upon me that I now had no way to call for help and my mace was lying in the street. Not that it would've been much use against him anyway.

"Ok! Let's get this party started!" His giggled as he turned the key in the ignition. He turned towards me and revved the engine.

"Vroom, vroom." He mocked.

I sat there clutching my bag, waiting for the car to start moving. He fiddled with the gear stick and then slammed his foot down on the pedal as if there was a deadly bug that needed to be squashed. The tyres screeched like they were taking a layer of tarmac with them and he took off like a boy racer.  

I let out a scream as the sudden, fast pace sent a shockwave right through me. I sent my hands searching for something, anything to hold on to. There was a turn coming up, but I noticed it too late and I was flung into the side of the door like a ragdoll. All the time the loudest noise in my ear was maniacal laughter coming from Jerome in driver's seat. He was driving like he stole it, but then again, it was entirely possible he did.

"More?" He looked at me with a mischievously.

I shook my head, breathlessly, praying to any god that was listening that he actually cared about my answer.

"I think more." He sharply turned into an empty car park and spun around and around and around. I was pressed right up against him as I clung to the bottom of my seat. He laughed and banged his hand on the wheel, continuing to spin us around.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" I screamed forgetting myself.  

"Oh, I love 'em with fire!" He laughed again.  

Then all of a sudden, he stopped. I jolted forwards like a crash dummy so hard I thought I would hit the windshield. He'd been right about the seatbelt. I stared straight ahead and tried to catch my breath, when I heard angry shouting. An employee of the restaurant that owned the car park was making his way over to us with a red face.

Jerome stuck his head out of the window.

"What's that, pal?"  

I heard more shouting.

"Ok." Jerome reached for the gun and shot the employee straight in the head. I gasped at the sound and he fell down like a sack of bricks.

"Problem solved." Jerome grinned and pocketed the gun.

I felt my stomach turn. I'd just seen a murder right in front of me. That poor man. Jerome started the car again and left the car park, where he'd left a dead body and certainly tyre tracks.

"Some fun, eh kid?" He smiled at me. I couldn't find any words to reply. He sighed.

"I hate awkward silences." He reached down and turned on the radio. He flicked through a few channels until he found one playing music he seemed to like. An old rock station.

"Now this is better!" He looked at me with a satisfied smile, but dropped it when I still didn't reply.

"How do I get you to talk? Do I gotta drop a quarter in ya?" He turned another corner onto a straight, quiet road.

"I know." He smirked with a menacing look in his eyes.  

He pushed the pedal down, once again picking up speed. He was driving like there was money on it, but I'd at least managed to brace myself this time. He slowed a little as he got in place to drive side by side with the only other car on the road. He chuckled darkly to himself and then I realized why. Fear took my senses when I saw in the not too far distance, heading straight at us was a giant truck. The driver in the car next to us began to honk the horn and flash obscene hand gestures as the truck grew closer, but Jerome simply turned the radio up and began singing along with the words.

"Jerome..." I said tugging at his arm.

Nothing. And the truck was now honking at us to move.  

"Jerome!"  

The truck was too close for comfort. The sense that I was about to be flattened because of the idiot at the wheel filled my body.

"Jerome, move the damn car!" I shook his arm fiercely and slammed my fists in my chair.

He finally burst out cackling maniacally with an outrageous smile.

He slammed down the pedal and pulled forward in front of the car beside us, missing the truck by a hair. He laughed and howled like it was the funniest thing he'd ever experienced, whilst I sighed the biggest sigh of my life and slid low down my seat. He pulled over and parked.

"Nothing like a little near-death experience to get the blood flowing, eh doll?"  

I had melted into my seat and wasn't really paying attention.

"So, how'd you like me so far?"

"Is that a serious question?" I replied breathlessly. I didn't know where I got the confidence for it, but the words were coming out.

He just giggled.

"Ok, how about I behave... For a while."

"How about you let me go?"

He lifted a long finger at me.

"Tut tut, doll face. Don't make me wiggle my finger at you."

I shuffled backwards in my seat, propping myself upright again.

"So, you know my name? Are you stalking me?" He put his hand on his chest in mock fear.

"Everyone in Gotham knows your name. You're Jerome Valeska. You've terrorised the city and murdered dozens of people. The Gotham Gazette makes sure we don't miss these things."  

"The Gotham Gazette, huh? Note to self, send a gift basket their way." He chuckled to himself then looked at me.

“So, what’s yours?”

I told him my name. I was reluctant, but I was already here in the car with him.

“Hm, cute.” He replied.

I didn’t know why, but him calling me cute made me blush a little. I hoped he didn’t notice.

“You look fun.” He smiled.

“What do you mean?” I asked the question, but I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer.

He pulled my diary out of the door pocket.

“Let’s get to know you, shall we?”  

“That’s private.” I said sheepishly. I really didn’t want him reading what was in there, but I knew I couldn’t stop him.

“Not anymore.” Jerome flicked through the pages, skimming them for interesting thoughts and secrets. It didn’t look like he was finding anything juicy, until he stopped at one page and read it in its entirety.

“I got asked out by a guy in my maths class. He’s nice, but really boring. Just like everyone else in my life. Even if I wanted to go out with him, my dad wouldn’t allow it. He says men are the devil and the only one I can trust is him. Yeah right, Mr it’s 5’oclock somewhere. Even if I took that seriously, he doesn’t have anything to worry about. The only guys in my life are complete clichés. So very predictable, so very dull. I’m so bored of this same old-same old. I want something exciting, an adventure. I need some thrills in this beige goddamn existence!”

He repeated back to me the words I had written just a week prior. He turned to me with a predatory look in his eyes. He let the diary fall from his hands carelessly and I knew then that I would be his prey. He took his gloves off and reached a hand towards my knee. He stroked and squeezed my leg and then journeyed up higher, fingers crawling underneath the hem of my skirt.

“Be careful what you wish for, doll face.” He smirked, darkly.

My breath caught in my chest and I felt a warmth in my core.

"I thought you said you were gonna behave." I peeped.

"I did, didn't I? I guess I lied."  

He pulled my skirt up and ran a finger along my panty covered slit. He was turning me on. I wanted him. He was everything I had been looking for, but it was wrong. I couldn’t give in to this.

"Please... Stop..." I pleaded pathetically.

"Mmm, I don't think I will."  

He softly rubbed my folds through the white cotton. My breath got heavier and I felt the heath build.

"It would be so easy for me to push these little things out of the way and slide my fingers inside you, right now. Wouldn't it?"

"Please... Don't..."

He giggled darkly.

"Oh, princess. You're just too cute."  

He smiled as he moved the material to the side exposing my entrance. He slid his fingers up and down my slit, my juices covering the tips. I squirmed at his touch and tried to scooch back in my seat.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, doll, but you wouldn't be this wet if you didn't really want me inside you." He cooed. His words crashed into me like rocks. He could read my body just as well as my diary. I couldn't hide my desire from him and I didn’t want too.  

He continued to rub for a few more seconds before plunging a finger deep inside me. I let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion and he smirked, seemingly satisfied with my response. He worked me with his finger, pulling out before sliding it back in and deciding to add another. He slowly pulsed his fingers inside me, palming over my clit as he slid in and out, again and again. The swell of warmth in me grew as I rocked my hips.

He pulled his fingers out entirely, leaving me disappointed and empty. I looked at him as he examined the juices coating him. He smiled at me and raised them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Mmm. You're so sweet." He said as he lowered them, his voice now deeper and slightly raspy.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, then did mine. He pushed the bag off my lap down to where my feet were and reached his arm around my waist, pulling me backwards, closer to him. He leaned me against him as one hand travelled up from my waist and wrapped around my throat. His other came down, pulled up my skirt and parted my thighs. He pushed my panties to the side once again and introduced his other hand to my wetness. His two fingers sliding in and out, but this time a little faster and much deeper. I let a yelp escape my mouth and his hand squeezed harder around my throat. His hot breath in the crook of my neck gave me goosebumps and sent chills down my spine.  

He explored my walls entirely, hitting all the right spots, hot pleasure pulsing through my muscles as they clenched around his talented digits. He palmed my clit applying a gentle amount of pressure and rubbing in circles. I bit my lip in an attempt muffle my moans.

"Nuh uh. Let me hear you, baby girl." He taunted in my ear.

Two fingers from the hand around my throat pulled my mouth open and played with my tongue.  

"You got something to say, princess?" He pushed his fingers deeper into me until his knuckles stopped him from going any further and pumped them, his thumb circling my clit in sweet slow motions. A loud moan escaped my throat and he smiled evilly.

"That's better." He snarled as he put his full hand back around my throat.  

My legs started to stiffen and I felt my climax build as I tightened around his fingers.

"You wanna cum, baby?"  

He worked his fingers inside my walls and his thumb on my clit, slightly increasing the pressure. His breath came closer to my ear and I felt him take it gently in his teeth. I yelped at the shock of his bite.  

"Mm. So cute."

I rocked my hips against his hand. My release was close, it just needed a little push.

"Cum for me, princess. Cum on my fingers."

As if on his command, the dam burst and my climax washed over me. My legs shook and I moaned as I rode it out. He pulled his fingers out of me slid them in my mouth so I could taste my own juices.

“See, gorgeous. I can play nice.” He buried his face in my hair and took in my scent. He hummed to himself and I felt his grip on my throat tighten. He pulled me forwards and pushed me towards the back seat.

“My turn.” He grinned as he sat up.

I climbed into the back, closely followed by Jerome. I sat down and he straddled me, towering over me with his red hair brushing against the car ceiling. I saw the outline of his hard member pushing against the inside of his trousers. It was right in front of my face and my mouth watered for it. I suppose he caught me looking because he started to palm himself and lifted my chin up so I was looking at him.

“Do you have something sweet for me?” He leaned down closer to me, his grip on my face tightening.

I swallowed and felt the lump in my throat. He crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was hard and forceful, just like he was. His tongue pushed into my mouth and fought for dominance over mine. It was an easy win for him. He tasted sweet, like the Jolly Ranchers. I assumed that wasn’t the first candy he’d eaten that day. He pulled away from me and smiled, studying my face with hooded eyes.

“Yummy.” He whispered.  

He rose back up and unbuckled his belt. He pulled it from out of its loops, held it in front of him and snapped it quickly. I flinched at the loud sound of the leather.

“Hands.” He ordered in a serious, intimidating tone that aroused me all the more.

I held my hands up to him and he looped the belt in and around my wrists, tightly bonding them together.

“No hands for this. I wanna see how that pretty little mouth works.” He smirked lifting my chin again, tugging my bottom lip with his thumb.

He palmed himself a little more and then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall around his knees. I could see through his boxers that he was fully erect already. He slid them down and they joined his trousers. Jerome was big. I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to take it all, especially without the use of my hands. He balled my hair in his hand and gripped hard. I gasped at the sudden pain.

“Come on, princess. You know what to do.” He pulled me forwards and plunged into my open mouth. He let out a hiss of pleasure.

He raked his free hand through my loose hair before clenching it in his fist. He used his grip on my head to move me up and down his shaft, prompting me to start. I swirled my tongue around him and started sucking. He hissed again through gritted teeth and pushed in further. My tongue climbed up and down his shaft, licking the sticky coating of precum from him and teasing the head. I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed up and down, letting my saliva cover him.

“Oh, yeah... Fuck, pretty girl.” He groaned in his throat and bucked his hips forwards with force.

He hit the back of my throat and I gagged. The noise seemed to please him so he did it again and again and again. My lips touched his base as he assaulted my throat, gripping tighter on my hair with each thrust. I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face and eyes begging for breath, but it just pushed him further.

He let out a primal growl and pushed my head right into the back of the seat. He held me steady and started to thrust into my face fast and hard. My throat was aching and my jaw was locking. His breath was shallow and erratic. I could tell he was close. I sucked harder for him and my throat clenched tightly.  

“Fuuuuck...” He groaned finally coming to a stop.  

I felt him throb and twitch in my mouth as his climax shot straight down my throat for me to swallow. He was still for a few seconds, then he pulled out with a pleasing pop. He looked down at me catching his breath with a smile.

“Don’t have to tell you twice, huh?” He laughed and lowered his head to kiss me.

He didn’t seem to care he’d just cum in my mouth and kissed just as rough as the first time. This time biting my lip as he pulled away. He slid his hand back up into my hair and balled it again.

“As great as that was princess, I’m still harder than Chinese algebra. So...” Jerome climbed off my lap and shoved me down onto my front.

“All fours.” He commanded.

I positioned myself on my knees and elbows, which was difficult considering my wrists were tied. I felt him roll my skirt up and part my legs. I swallowed. After having him go so rough on my mouth, I was nervous about how he was going to be with this.

“I gotta say, this is some view back here. Shame I don’t have a camera.” He said caressing my thighs.

He hooked his fingers under the band of my underwear and slid them down around my knees. I felt so exposed and my face started to heat up and turn red with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to be this vulnerable for a criminal lunatic.

He started to rub my entrance with two fingers. Warmth welling in my core, any thoughts of reservation vanished from my mind. I felt a fast, harsh sting as he brought a hand down to spank me. I gasped at the smack and he stroked the spot where it landed, where there was sure to be a red handprint.  

“Now I really wish I had a camera.” He giggled darkly.  

I squirmed at his touch and tried to close my thighs, desperate for friction, but he kept them spread by sliding his knee between them.

“Oh no, gorgeous. I need you open wide.” He smirked.

I whimpered needily, wanting nothing more than to take him inside me.

“You want something, baby girl? Speak up.” He taunted evilly, sliding his fingers along my slit. He raised his hand back up and then... another spank.

All I could do was whimper. I didn’t want to say what I wanted from him.

“I can’t hear you....” He sing-songed. “What do you want?”  

He circled a finger over my clit teasingly. He was purposefully not giving me enough. Just baiting me. He brought his hand down again for another swift spank. I was sure there was a bruise forming.

“I want you...” I whispered.

“What’s that?” He mocked, sliding his fingers in the slickness of my entrance.

“I want you! I want you to fuck me!” I snapped. I couldn’t take the teasing and taunting any longer. I just needed him.

He chuckled menacingly.

“You want me to fuck you? You wanna take me?”

“Yes! Yes! God, yes!”

He laughed at my neediness. I felt pathetic.

“Sure thing, doll.”

He lined himself up so he could enter me and pushed forwards, grasping hard onto my hips. I moaned loudly as he filled me for the first time, making a low, throaty groan. He reached deep into me and set me on fire in places that I didn't even know were there.  

He kept a quick rough pace, digging his fingertips into my flesh tighter to keep me still and steady. I knew he was leaving marks, but I couldn’t have cared in the slightest in that moment. His thrusts made me whine and whimper for him, to have more of him. He growled like he was letting out some kind of inner beast.

He let go of one of my hips and slid his hand up my back and into my hair. Once he had a good fistful, he pulled it like a leash, tugging my head up and back. I gasped at the sharp pain, but the sound only seemed to feed more into his sadistic wanting and he pounded harder into me. The feel of how deep he was inside me banished all the pain and replaced it with pure pleasure and I bit down hard on my lip to stifle wanton cries. I felt another rough tug on my hair.

“Don’t you dare, little girl. Let me hear it. I wanna hear everything.” He demanded through short, quick breaths.

He pulled back on my hair again and I released a squeal of half pain and half pure elation. I could feel myself tightening around him. I was getting ready to burst.

“I... I’m...I’m gonna...” I panted.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t.”  

He gripped the back of my scalp and pulled me backwards, slamming me down onto my back and climbing on top of me.

“I wanna see it this time.”

He had acted so fast, I barely had time to register what he was doing and he was back inside me almost as soon as he had pulled out.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, sucking and kissing, his teeth leaving delicious hickeys and bitemarks. When he came back up for breath, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pushed my bonded arms above my head, which I was grateful for as they were getting squashed between us. He crashed his lips onto mine for a rough kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth, which I gladly allowed.

With his other hand he caressed and stroked his hand down my thigh and under my calf. He then pulled it up and pushed it back so far it almost reached my shoulder. He adjusted himself to straddle my lower thigh and picked up a faster, harder pace. With my leg like this he was able to plunge deeper. He was forceful and powerful and I relished in every thrust. I cried out completely taken by my lust for him, closing my eyes to savour it all. I felt the sting of a slap on my cheek and flashed them back open.

“Right here, princess. Eyes right here.” He said, his voice low and raspy.  

His pupils were completely dilated, leaving only the thinnest ring of green around them. He seemed to be an apex predator that was in the midst of ravaging its prey and I was only too willing to be led to the slaughter.  

“Exciting enough for ya, sweetheart?” He smirked with a fiendish giggle.

“Uh huh...” I nodded dazedly.  

His laugh continued through the onslaught of fierce, deep thrusts pounding intensely into my lower regions. I tensed around his pulsing erection as I felt my climax creep back up on me. I let out loud erotic moans, as he built up more and more of that blissful warmth in my core.

“That’s right. Cum for me.” He grunted through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on my throat.

His pounding got faster and rougher, hitting my sweet spots exactly right. I was right on the edge of what I could tell was going to be a fantastic release. I got louder and louder as I came closer and teetered the brink.

“Yeah.. I... I’m.. Yeah... I’m gonna...”

“Go on, princess. Cum. Cum for me.”  

My orgasm shattered through me like a rock through glass. My body convulsed as my moans turned into lustful screams. The ferocity of it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The sheer ecstasy took me higher than I’d ever been before. I was on a cloud and I could have stayed there forever. Jerome followed shortly after, growling like a beast as he exploded inside me. He collapsed breathlessly on top of me as I gently floated down from that little piece of heaven.  

“Oh, baby girl. I’m keeping you!” Jerome dropped a kiss on my lips and lifted himself up.  

I came to my senses and started to register the severity of what I had done. Or had it happened to me?  

“What does that mean?” I asked, nervous of his answer.  

He pulled up his underwear and trousers and tidied himself up, even taking time to straighten his tie.

“It means, baby doll, that this is gonna be the start of a beautiful friendship.”  

He laughed his signature maniacal cackle and hopped back in the driver's seat.

“Hey! Are you gonna untie me?” I called to him starting to get very worried.

“I don’t know, doll. I kinda like you like that.” He laughed.

He turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine.  

“Hold on, doll!” He cackled again, before speeding off again.

What have I gotten myself into?

[mjlovescm]

Period care

Im scared for tonight’s episode and on my period so here’s some Ash stuff.

Content/trigger warning: talking about periods, thats it.

As usual, you hadn't been tracking your period. After your five days were over, it was the last thing you wanted to think about.

Taking a break from his computer, Ash got up to get something to eat. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal, he was surprised to not see you in the kitchen. It was one in the afternoon, so normally you'd be awake making yourself coffee. Usually your second cup.

Setting his bowl aside, he went to go check on you. Knocking first, he waited for a response before pressing his ear to the door. Listening for snores or any signs of you being awake. Instead, all he could hear were your low groans. He pushed the door open slowly, entering the room to find you awake, still in bed.

“Yo, you good?” He asked, taking a set on the bed.

“My stomach is killing me.” You complain.

“You need some Pepto-Bismol or some Advil or something.”

“No, I think I'm bleeding.”

“What.” He panics instantly standing up.

“It’s just my period.” You clarify standing up and going to the bathroom.

On the couch, Ash sat patiently waiting, looking back at the bathroom. You'd been in there for fifteen minutes searching for any kind of pad or tampon. Eventually giving up and settling for free bleeding into the toilet. You let yourself calm down from the pain of cramps before you called Ash.

“What's up?” He says, on the other side of the door.

“I need you to get some stuff from the store for me, okay.”

You spoke clear but still shaky from the pain. He agrees, hearing the urgency in your tone. The list you gave him was long and exaggerated, but he doesn't question it. Overnight and regular pads, ibuprofen, lemon juice, tea bags, ice cream, pretzels, various chocolate bars and other candies.

He was quick to get you everything. Settling back on the couch, he observed you and all your strange actions. Ash didn’t know much about women, only growing up with Fezco. So when it came to anything regarding them, all his information was found online. Not like he could exactly ask rue what a period was.

First, you made yourself tea, quickly swallowing the liquid as a way to wash down your pill. You made the other couch your personal hub, with a big pillow and blanket. You sat there on your back, a water bottle filled with hot water on your lower stomach. Your face constantly changing as a result of the sharp pains. Every few minutes, getting up to do some sort of exercise jumping jacks or high knee kicks before the pain brought you back to the couch.

It was odd, of course, but he wasn’t going to comment. He was uneducated sure but rude no. Too worried about sounding stupid but more so hurting your feelings with his assumptions.

“I hope I didn't scare you earlier. With the whole, I'm bleeding.” You say, waving your hands at your sides.

“Nah its just.” He pauses. “Never mind.”

“If you have questions, you can just ask Ash. No questions, a stupid question.”

He took a sigh, thinking about your words and how right they were. You and Fezco had been dating for a while now, and you were at the house often. You and Ash trusted each other so, maybe now would be the best opportunity to learn. Getting up, he leaves his spot to sit beside you. He lifts your feet before taking a seat and rest them in his lap.

“What do you wanna know?” You say, before eating a few pretzels.

Taking a moment to think, he gathered his thoughts before throwing a few questions at you.

“How much blood do you lose.” He asked, eyes avoiding yours.

“I don't really know, honestly. But I heard it's like three tablespoons.”

“Really, that's not that much.”

“How do you know how much three tablespoons are?”

He motions towards the tv. It was fairly old. You chuckle at the thought of Ash watching reruns of backing shows. Accidentally picking up the knowledge. Or more realistically, he learned it from being a drug dealer. 

“What's the jumping jacks for?”

“They help with blood flow. But I think that's just a myth, my gym teacher told me, so I couldn't sit out.”

“Does it hurt ?”

“Yea, a lot, but it's mostly just cramps. I don't really feel the blood.”

“What do they feel like?”

You make an exaggerated sigh before putting a piece of candy in your mouth. Just the word made your stomach turn.

“There's like three different types. The calmest ones are like if a toddler punched you.” 

He nods his head, confused but still following along.

“Then there's one where it feels like the predator grabs your guts and sinks his claws in them, and it feels like you're being stabbed.”

“All of this because you didn't wanna have a baby.” He says shocked.

“Yep.”

“Damn.”

“Mhm” You say in agreement.

“No offense, but I'm glad I wasn't born a girl.”

You give him a lighthearted smile.

“None taken.”

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[anyoneseenadam]

Hey! I love your writing so much! Would you be open to write something about Azriel with a fae in Velaris who his shadows actively seek out and he has no idea why. I imagine that she works at a large library and that's where they meet because Azriel would go to figure out what was so special about her. Thanks!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: implied smut, drinking, men being gross at bars (doesn’t go into detail), mainly just fluff and awkwardness though :)))

a/n: I rlly like this one so I hope you do to!! comments are always appreciated, hope you enjoy <3

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 Azriel was standing with Cassian in a small street in Velaris. The ground beneath him was cobbled and all the houses in this area were brightly coloured, the sun seeming to shine brighter over them. They were waiting for Mor as she demanded they help her buy Rhysand a birthday present, desperate to get someone, anyone a good present. She was in a small local shop after Cassian suggested that he would love something from any small business and Cassian let out a groan as he realised she had wandered deeper into the shop. They had already been waiting twenty minutes for her.

“I’m going to drag her out,” Cassian said pushing off the wall and Azriel huffed a breath through his nose.

“Please be quick, don’t let her scare you into staying.” Cassian threw a rude symbol over his shoulder and Azriel grinned reservedly.

He let his gaze travel over more of the houses, his gaze catching on a white house with blue accents, and a blue balcony where a girl sat sipping an orange drink from a large glass and reading a book. He observed her for a while, she was sat curled in a straw chair with a colourful cushion and there was soft music coming from her house, her hair was down and natural and her face was clear of makeup as she soaked in the sun, wearing a males oversized shirt and some knee high socks.

Feeling his stare on her she looked up, grinning cheekily at him when he flushed red and lifting her glass to him in greeting. He was saved from further embarrassment though when Cassian came out, dragging a triumphant Mor who was holding up a purple, silk shirt and bottle of wine. Cassian made a gagging face behind her back as she linked arms with both of them, dragging them down the road and chatting their ears off about the kind old lady from the shop.

As they left Azriel dared a final glance over his shoulder to the girl from the balcony who was still watching him, cocking her head, and waving as he left. As they walked home, choosing to enjoy the sun, he heard nothing of what Mor said, completely focused on the girl from the balcony.

--

When they got home Mor winnowed away to hide her present and Cassian made a comment about Mor’s unique ability to always get horrendous presents. They walked through the door and Feyre instantly looked up from her spot of the sofa, gaze narrowing at Azriel.

“You look different.” She said and Rhys looked up too, frowning when he saw Feyre was right.

“What did you change?” he asked as Amren walked into the room, her head tilting.

“Nothing.” He said defensively as everyone stared at him, not enjoying the way everyone was looking at him now and wishing he could be alone to daydream about the pretty girl he had seen.

“Haircut?” suggested Nesta but he shook his head.

“I haven’t changed anything!” Mor was back now too and had joined in staring, gasping when she realised.

“Where are your shadows?!”

“Ohhhhhhh, that’s it,” Cassian said, sitting down next to his mate as Azriel felt for the shadows that followed him, feeling a rush of white-hot panic shoot through him when he couldn’t feel them.

“Wait what? Where are they then?” Rhys asked and he shook his head, searching for them and frowning when he felt them far away.

“They’re still in Velaris, they must have just stayed somewhere,” he tried to explain.

“Is there another shadow singer in Velaris?” Amren asked and Rhys shook his head.

“Not that we know of,” Azriel felt a flood of relief as his shadows flew back in, almost sheepishly and settled around him, whispering complaints and apologies, as he wondered what had kept them.

--

You had frowned when the handsome, winged male had left, rather enjoying the eye candy. Your friend walked back outside and took her seat opposite you, as you placed down your book and picked up your Apperol Spritz.

“You just missed the hottest male I’ve ever seen.” You said, laughing at her as her face fell completely.

“Why didn’t you shout for me!” she screeched, and you flung an olive pit at her head,

“He would have heard me idiot!”

“Well did you at least get a name?”

“No but I made prolonged eye contact and I think he got the message.”

“The message being?”

“That I would like to marry him and have his babies.”

“Ah makes sense,” you were laughing together as she carried on with the story she had been telling you about the cute Faerie at her work when you felt a cold feeling settle around you, strange given you were still sat in the sun. She stopped talking, giving you a weird look.

“How are you doing that?” she asked as you shrugged.

“I’m not,” the feeling moved, and you realised you were surrounded by shadows, alike the handsome man you had just seen. Your initial anxiety slipped away as they started playing with your hair and caressing your skin alike a lover would. “Hot boy had shadows like this,” you commented, and your friend gasped, eyes wide and a hand over her heart as she sighed.

“Maybe you’re mates!” you rolled your eyes, relaxing into the shadows touch.

“I don’t think my commitment issues can take that,” you joked, and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“That cynicism is going to be the death of you,” she said in a singsong voice before downing her gin, “Now onto important matters, Rita’s or The Marine?”

--

Two hours later you were completely dolled up, lips red and eyeliner smudged, heeled boots elongating your legs and your all-black outfit making you look intimidating enough that you wouldn’t be bothered by gross men.

“We’re fae, why do you dress like a vampire,” your friend asked, the two of you already slightly buzzed from pre’s.

“Cause vampires are hot and I’m hot so it’s a match made in heaven.”

“Also she has a blood kink!” your roommate shouted from the bathroom and you threw a shoe at her.

“Bitch.” You said, laughing as she came out and the three of you stood to leave.

“Am I wrong?” she asked, and you shoved her, muttering a small no under your breath.

The three of you made your way to Rita’s and got in the queue. You leaned against the cold, brick wall when you saw him again, similarly dressed in all black and somehow looking even better under the light of the moon, his tanned skin glowing in the pale light. He caught your eyes, his face barely changing as he lifted his hand in a half wave, you nodded your head up with a smirk. Your friends followed your gaze, both gasping slightly as they caught sight of him at the end of the queue with his friends.

“Is that hot boy?!”

“Uh huh,” you smiled cheekily at her, “And I call dibs.”

“I get why you want to have his babies,”

“Wait you know him?” your roommate asked, and you shrugged with a smile. “How the fuck do you know the high lords shadow singer?”

“I get around,”

“He was outside earlier today,” your friend translated as the three of you moved into the club, instantly heading to the bar for more drinks.

“That too I guess, shots?” the three of you ordered six vodka shots and you laughed at your friends’ reactions to them.

“How do you enjoy this,” your roommate squealed as you tipped your head back, smiling at the familiar burn.

“Feels good,” you said, taking your second.

“Sadist.”

--

Azriel couldn’t believe his eyes. There you were again, your bare face swapped for dark makeup, and loose clothes swapped for a dress he desperately wanted to see on his floor. At first he wasn’t even sure it was the same girl, your style so different, but it was. And he had waved. No cool head tilt like the one you gave him, no sultry eyes, and pouting lips, just a stupid wave. And then you had laughed with your friends and he decided he needed the sound bottled, something to keep with him at all times.

You had walked inside without so much as a second glance and Azriel had to refrain himself from slamming his head against the wall.

“Who were you waving at?” Amren asked, the small women appearing next to him.

“Just someone I met earlier.” He didn’t want to get into the details, especially not around Cassian who would tease him relentlessly if he heard. Amren, thankfully, dropped it as they moved into Rita’s, his eyes instantly finding you at the bar, two empty shot glasses next to you as you laughed with your friends.

He moved with his family to a table that pretty remained reserved for them as Rita came to get them some drinks and see if they wanted food. He only half listened, ordering a Scotch as he watched you as you and your friends moved to dance together, completely enamoured by you despite not having said anything to you.

Eventually he pulled his eyes away and focused on his friends and his drink as they laughed into the small hours of the night. He kept stealing glances at you, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you leaning against the bar waiting for drinks as a male leaned too close to you. He almost stood to intervene when saw you lean in close to the man, meeting Azriel’s eyes over his shoulder and whispering in his ear. Azriel wished he could hear what you said but you were too far away, and the music was too loud, but whatever it was, the male turned white and scampered away, almost tripping over his feet as you giggled.

When it happened this time he noticed, feeling the coolness of his shadows leave and he watched as they travelled over to you, wrapping around you, and making you look like an angel of death. You turned and caught his eyes, winking at him before grabbing the tray of drinks the bartender had laid out for you and sauntering over to your friends.

“Is she a shadow singer?” Feyre asked, following his gaze and he shook his head, feeling a smile come over his face as he watched you interact with your drunk friends.

“No I think they just like her,” his high lady smiled at him,

“You mean you like her,”

“I haven’t even spoken to her.” He said drily and Nesta leaned over,

“Love at first sight,” she said in a singsong voice making him roll his eyes.

“This isn’t a romance book,” he said, huffing as a crowd moved in front of you and he couldn’t see you anymore.

“You tell yourself that,” Feyre said, patting his knee.

An hour later, when most the club was empty, you were standing, swaying slightly with your friend leaning on you.

“No baby, no more you’ll throw up again,” he heard you coo as she reached for a drink that was left on someone table. She huffed but you passed her into the arms of your other friend, and he sat up straight when he realised you were coming over to him.

You bowed your head slightly at Rhys and Feyre as all his friends turned to stare at you, your gaze unfaltering and your back straight as you looked at him.

“I think these belong to you,” you said, gesturing to the shadows swirling around your arms.

He tried to fight his blush, pulling them back in, “Yeah, thanks..?” he trailed off and you finished for him.

“(y/n).”

“Azriel.”

“Well Azriel,” his name sounded divine on your tongue, and you shot him another half-smile, “see you around.”

--

The next day, he was up only three hours after he fell asleep, desperate to find you. He wandered into town, usual leathers swapped for a white shirt collar peeking out of a dark sweater, his hands tucked into his pockets as he found himself wandering down your cobblestoned street. He looked up to your balcony and considered throwing rocks at the glass doors like in one of Nesta’s romance novels but paused when he saw all the lights were turned off.

Instead he chose to wander into the shop Mor had been in the previous day. The room smelt old, and he could see the dust moving in the morning light as he walked in. An old lady was behind the counter and she smiled as she recognised him.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked as he came to stand in front of her.

“I actually had a question,” she motioned for him to continue, “Do you know where I could find (y/n)?” he asked, and she smiled a knowing smile.

“Interested in my granddaughter are you?” she asked, eyes sparkling and Azriel rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously, “She works at the library in the square, I’m sure you’ll find her there.”

He thanked her and she waved him away, knowing she would get to hear all the details next Wednesday when the two of you met for tea. But until then she was happy to watch the handsome man leave to find you.

He flew to the library that your grandmother had mentioned and walked in. This was always one of his favourite places to come in the city. The bookshelves were tall and overflowing, candles covered the room, and there were huge glass windows on the far wall that cast the room in planes of light. He walked around for a while, letting his shadows lead him until he found you with a pile of books in your arms that you were going to return.

You smiled when you saw him, dressed in a black dress with lots of daisies on it that went halfway down your calf, a black cardigan, and black boots. Your hair was held back in a low bun, but you had strands falling out making you look impossibly cute, and he almost said as much as he moved to take some books from your arms.

“So are you stalking me now?” you had asked cheekily, and he stammered when he realised just how weird he looked.

“No, no I…”

“Relax I’m teasing, I’m glad you’re here actually.”

“You are?” he asked, relaxing slightly as you stood on your tiptoes to put a book on a shelf.

“Yes, you’re very pretty,” he laughed, and you smiled at him, your eyes creasing.

“Well so are you,” he replied as you turned to face him, “But you do keep stealing my shadows and I’m wondering why that is?”

“I’m stealing them am I? I just presumed that you were very mean to them and they wanted someone else,”

“They’re spoiled,” he joked, watching as they trailed up your arms and you giggled,

“You speak about them like they’re pets.”

“You’d be surprised how accurate that actually is,” he muttered as you moved to the next aisle and your laughter bounced of the walls, wincing slightly due to your drinking induced headache.

He went to help you with more books when his fingers touched your hand and the word hit him, mate. You looked up at him shocked before giggling.

“I guess that’s what the shadows meant,” you let out an ‘oomph’ as suddenly the shadows shot forward, pushing you into his chest and Azriel looked at you.

“I have a mate.” He repeated to himself.

“And I have commitment issues so this might be rough,”

“It’s fine I have attachment issues,” he replied, unable to stop the smile forming on his face, “Match made in heaven.”

“More like hell,” you joked as he leaned down to you.

“Can I kiss you?” he practically whispered, lips almost touching yours as his wings circled the two of you. You nodded slightly and the two of you stumbled back from the force of the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly as yours wove into his hair, grinning against his mouth.

“Azriel,” you muttered between kisses, pulling back slightly only to just be pulled right back in. You repeated his name again, successfully pulling away this time as his lips attached to your neck.

“Az, we’re in a public library.”

“So?”

“So we can continue this when I’m off work,” you shoved him off with a laugh as he grumbled, before pulling you in for a final kiss.

“What time?” he asked.

“My shift ends at three,” you smiled as he looked at the clock.

“It’s only eight,”

“Maybe wait at your house,” you laughed at his expression, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth before walking off, shooting him a smirk over you shoulder.

Only six hours, fifty-nine minutes left.