#girl fuck you! I didn't kill myself so we could go live in a little cottage with flowers and animals like you wanted and you wanna ditch me!

[kittlyns]

Shadowheart tried to break up with my ass right at the end!!!! Girl what the fuck!!!!!

[hauntedwitch04]

I hate you Black

Regulus Black x reader

Words: about 4.1k words

Warnings: some angst, sexy Reggie and some funny times

Author’s note: Hi everybody! It's so good being back, I missed writing and this is the first one-shot I write in a lot of time, so I'm really grateful for every tiny bit of love you gave me. This is my first time writing for the kinktober, hope you enjoy my writing.

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DAY 1: Hate fucking

To say that Regulus and I do not get along is an understatement.

We have been part of the same group of friends, namely the Marauders, for years now, since both my brother, James, and his brother, Sirius, are best friends, in fact they often consider each other almost brothers, on the contrary however the two of us have not been able to find common ground and usually always end up insulting each other and playing stupid jokes to irritate the other person.

Since our first year at Hogwarts, we have clashed because of our pride and desire to prove ourselves better than the other, and this challenge has continued outside of school, in everyday life.

This party is no different.

Sirius and Remus wanted to inaugurate the new apartment they decided to get, to live together, after being together for almost a year already, and so they threw a party with all their closest friends, including me and the younger Black.

I don't quite remember how I ended up straddling him with my hands around his neck, but I do remember the reason for that choice. Between his various jokes and yet another spilled glass on my favorite shirt because of his "carelessness," although we all know that if anyone is graceful it is him, the moment he mentioned what is now my ex-boyfriend. Just before coming to the party, in fact, that asshole decided to break up with me, telling me that he never actually felt anything really important for me, and that I was merely a fling that lasted too long and that now he actually already has another girlfriend and I was just in the way. A year and a half. We stayed together a year and a half, and he had to say that and turn away without looking back, or without a bit of shame or guilt, he didn't even apologize to me for shamelessly cheating on me. Part of me didn't even want to come to the party, but I love Siri and Remmy too much to let them down, so I took heart and convinced myself that I would have a good time, but at Regulus' words, "Where's your boyfriend? Is he tired of you too?", I saw no more. Smoke began to come out of my ears, my vision turned black, and inside I felt only a single emotion.

I realize what I was doing only after James detaches me from Regulus, while Sirius grabs his brother, and pulls him away from me.

"Are you totally crazy? You could have killed me!" Says Regulus shocked as he holds a hand to his throat, still struggling to breathe.

"Too bad, it will be for next time then." I answer coldly, to go toward the hall to get my coat, while I quickly apologize to the hosts and say I have to go home, because I don't feel too well. Both James and Sirius, Remus and Lily try to stop me, thinking it's because of guilt, but I really don't want them to see me crying and having to explain later that my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and left me, and now I just feel like a pathetic little girl who can't be loved.

I hurry out of the house and immediately get hit by the cold autumn wind, which envelops me like a hug and shakes my hair, making it go over my face, thus tickling my nose. I smile and start walking toward my house, although it is quite far away, in fact I had come with my brother. I try to contain my emotions, but the tranquility and peace of the city at this hour give me enough security to let my tears flow freely down my cheeks. There is not a living soul to judge me, or so I thought.

I hear footsteps approaching behind me, someone is running toward me, so I turn around and see a breathless Regulus Black standing still, leaning on his knees and signaling to me to wait a second.

I try to wipe away my tears so that he can see that I was crying, but it is too late now, because his expression immediately changes and he seems confused by what he is seeing.

"I don't need your stupid excuses, go back to the others and tell them the bitch is not ready to be insulted by you again." I say trying to distract him as I turn and start walking faster, but a hand grabs my shoulder and makes me turn around.

"Are you crying?" Regulus asks, under his breath, as if even he does not believe the scene before him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are as sharp as Sherlock Holmes." I say trying to wriggle out of his grip, but he brings his second hand to my face, and wipes away a couple of tears that had reached my chin.

"If it's something I said, I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want to come and apologize, they forced me, however, I never wanted to make you cry, I was just playing with you." He continues, not caring what I had said. He looks me straight in the eye and I see his sincerity, and I don't know why I start to cry more. He looks at me unsure of what to do, before hugging me. As we are squeezed in that hug I tell him the real reason I was crying and apologize to him for what I had done earlier at the party. As I finish my story, he pulls away from that hold and looks into my eyes again.

"Hey, he's the asshole, not you. And he's also stupid if he didn't see the magnificent person he had beside him." He tells me firmly and sweetly at the same time.

"Says the boy who has been insulting me since we were eleven years old." I reply sarcastically as I stare into his eyes, and I can't lie to myself. I've always thought Regulus is a handsome boy, but damn, right now he looks like a deity come down to earth to teach us what beauty is.

"Hey I may be an asshole, maybe even a little stupid, but it's not like I'm blind." He continues, smiling at me as he looks at my lips. "You know I think I found a more appropriate way to apologize." He whispers as he moves even closer to my lips.

My brain cannot process the moment, everything seems fuzzy. Its scent, fresh mint, coffee and cigarettes, intoxicates me like a drug, and I can't do anything but screw it up to do what my instinct tells me to do.

"Know that it will not be easy to make it up to you for everything you have done to me. You were very, very mean to me." I whisper before kissing him, tired of that game.

I feel like giving my first kiss for the second time. Our lips chase each other, eating each other, needing each other. I feel my hands run through his hair, while his rests on my hips and draws me to him in a death grip.

We continue kissing, and time seems to stop, even the dry leaves seem to stand still in the air, waiting for our future to be drawn, anxious to see our next move.

Eventually we part, to catch our breath, and a faint laugh escapes from my lips.

"Know that I hate you anyway." I tell him and he can't help but chuckle, before taking on a serious look.

"Would you like to come to my house. You know I'd like to apologize for good, and show you that you've had really bad taste in men so far." He says seductively in my ear.

"You have to be careful what you say Black, because it could backfire on you with this sentence." I reply, trying to hide the emotions it is stirring in me.

"No baby, I'm going to show you how a real man should treat you, and not the idiot you used to date." He continues, whispering on my lips, before leaving a light kiss, as light as a butterfly resting gracefully on a flower.

"Know that this does not take away from the fact that I hate you." I reply, still partly in trance after that kiss.

"This just means that I will have to work harder at apologizing." Regulus replies, before stepping back a little, and removing the scarf around his neck, to give it to me. I didn't even notice that I'm shaking, too engrossed in this moment.

"Come on, let's go to my place, it's not too far." Says the boy, putting an arm on my shoulder, thus blocking any possibility of my thinking with his intoxicating scent for the second time this evening. After a few minutes of walking we arrive in front of a dark door, for which young Black quickly pulls out the key to open it.

Once inside the house, I am amazed at how the entire apartment is furnished. Dark furniture stands out against the green and white walls. Soft lights illuminate the rooms, giving it a cozy atmosphere. Every item is meticulously placed in a studied spot, everything is perfect, every note played with the right pitch to create a wonderful harmony.

I am lost in looking around the room when I feel a pair of hands drawing me toward them.

One hand gently removes my scarf, while another turns me around. In Regulus' eyes I see pure pleasure, and this only creates an unpleasant wet feeling in my panties.... We look at each other for a second before pouncing on each other like hungry prey, moving slowly down the stairs and into the bedroom. He pulls me back until I touch the bed with my knees, then drops me down, pulling away from the kiss. I look at him and see his lips red and swollen as he struggles to catch his breath. His hair is messy from my fingers, yet he has never looked more beautiful to me than in this moment. I watch him slowly approach the button of my jeans like a fierce lion studying its prey, and then with a precise and quick gesture, unbutton my pants. In the blink of an eye these lie on the floor, tossed from some indefinite part of the room. The only thing now separating him from his goal is my underwear, but before he can take the next step, I gently place a foot on his chest and look seductively at him.

"Hold your horses Black, if you want to play with me you have to do it right. One garment each at a time, I lost my pants, now you have to take something off." I say looking at him carefully, and he chuckles at my words.

"You can be really obnoxious Potter, you know that?" He asks wryly as he removes his sweatshirt, revealing his bare chest, since he has no shirt underneath. For a moment I am breathless at that ethereal sight. Her white skin glows in the moonlight entering the room. His physique is muscular but not overly so, I can tell he works out a lot and holds himself, but it's also not excessive. I get flashbacks of seeing him practicing Quidditch at Hogwarts shirtless with sweaty hair in the wind, and immediately I find myself having to make the physical effort to not cum in that same instant.

"I try my best." I respond seductively as I watch him lower himself, going on his knees, getting to be at the same level as my pussy.

"Now if you don't mind, I have a promise to keep: to prove that your asshole ex is nothing compared to me." He says before pouncing on me as if I were a feast. I don't have time to respond because he immediately starts kissing my inner thigh, both from the right and the left until he reaches his booty. Slowly, with his teeth, he grabs my panties, leaving a few wet kisses on my skin and making me shiver, and slowly he slides them all the way down my legs.

It is the most terrible, nerve-wracking, and sexy torture I have ever had to endure.

"I thought you were supposed to make it up to me Black, not make me madder." I say in a voice little louder than a sigh as I feel his hot breath on the center of my pleasure.

"Oh baby, I still have to start apologizing, and get ready because I want to do it right." He says, as he caresses the most intimate part of me with his lips. A second later, pure pleasure invades my every sense as he begins to kiss the lips of my pussy. I feel his tongue caressing me, as my hands wriggle in his hair, drawing him ever closer to the center of my pleasure, and with my eyes around his name like a song, between moans and expletives. I hear him smile at my reaction, and just as I was about to respond rudely to him, he increases my torture by adding a finger, taking it in and out of my opening. A few minutes thus pass, me hovering on the edge of pleasure, just as he looks up and shifts slightly. His mouth is completely wet from my pleasure, while I curse for the missed orgasm.

"You'd better finish what you started Black, because I swear that on the contrary you can distantly forget any chance of me being more generous to you." I say, trying to catch my breath.

"I was just catching my breath for the grand finale." He replies with a small smile, seeing my desperation.

"Go fuck yourself."

"I think that's what we're doing baby. What, I'm too good and you're not used to feeling so much pleasure?" He says smiling again as again, he turns me around kissing my entire thigh.

"By Merlin, how I hate you Black." I gasp, between groans.

"Try to convince yourself of this all you want honey, but we both know that right now your orgasms depend on me." And with that he begins his feast again, with more eagerness, and again, in a few minutes I am again on the brink of absolute pleasure, but this time I manage to go further, and for a moment I feel like I can touch the sky with my finger. I feel the blankets tighten between my fingers as I moan his name, almost screaming it, as if I want the world to know who was responsible for so much pleasure.

A few seconds pass, as I try to regain possession of my body and mind, before he speaks again.

"Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He says giggling, before starting to kiss my body again, slowly, savoring every inch. He pulls off my shirt, as I now recovered from all that unexpected pleasure, taking off my bra. I see him staring at my breasts, before teasing my nipples, one with his tongue and one with his fingers. He bites, sucking my breasts, leaving signs of his passage as I try not to lose myself again in that spiral of pleasure.

"Damn, you don't know how long I've wanted to touch them, taste them, mark them as my own." He says in a gasp, before switching nipples and moving on to the other. Meanwhile then I try to distract him by opening his pants, but as soon as I try to touch his dick, he stops and moves my hand away, looking me straight in the eye.

"Tonight is just for you, not for me, now let me continue and make you feel like the goddess you are." At her words I can't help but hold back a sigh of pleasure.

"Now I understand why everyone was falling at your feet in school, you really have a gift for talking to girls." I say, as I feel his lips go up my neck, leaving me biting and hickeys as he passes.

"Too bad the one girl I really wanted did nothing but blow me off and tell me she hated me." She tells me, before kissing me passionately. Somehow I can still taste myself on his lips, or rather in his mouth, as we explore every nook and cranny of it with our tongues.

"Maybe he was telling you that he hated you, because all he could do was wish to fuck you in the broom closet." I answer between kisses as I hear him take off his underpants and pull down his underwear.

For the first time I realize perhaps truly the situation I am in. Our naked bodies, rubbing against each other, dancing a love dance of their own, as we struggle against each other to win.

He chuckles at my words as he moves to kiss me along my arm, while using his hand to reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom and put it on as he counters.

"And I would rather tell you that I hated you than confess that every night I dreamed of fucking you against a wall." He pauses for a moment, and smiles at me before continuing, with that obnoxious grin of his. "Although I would have said you were more of a quickie in the bathroom type."

"It happened only once, and with a Ravenclaw prick who had already done half my year, while I was half-drunk at a party, after watching you stick your tongue half a foot down the throat of a Hufflepuff slut." I confess by looking into his eyes, and I notice that amidst the pleasure now also shines a spark of astonishment. "Now get a move on, though, Black, for now you're all talk and no action." I continue, with an amused little smile.

"Merlin, if you say one more word, I swear I'll plug your mouth with your panties." He says, taking his dick in his hand, aligning it with my entrance.

"Oh you just have to try, assh- Oh my god!" I try to respond, but he blocks me by entering me overbearingly, immediately I feel my body almost leave the earthly world for pleasure. His dick is bigger than I would have expected, and certainly bigger than my ex's. Immediately he seems to touch all the places that give me the most pleasure, and my mind cannot process a concrete thought.

"I hate you Black." This is the only thing I can say as he is still still inside me, making me get used to his size. "I don't think I can do without your dick from now on, and this is all your fault." I continue as he tries to move slowly, in and out of me, as he murmurs a few dirty words under his breath.

"Oh you are adorable baby." He says before kissing my neck again as he increases the force and speed of his thrusts. "But if you really think I would let you go after this time you are crazy. I hate you too you know, I hate the fact that I am now addicted to this tight, hot, wet pussy of yours. Fuck I think I've found heaven." He gasps near my ear. We continue this dance like this, until a few minutes later, we are almost at the height of pleasure.

"Please Reg, don't stop. I'm cumming:" I plead with him, before stifling my continued moans of pleasure, leaving kisses, bites and hickeys on his neck as my hands scratch his muscular back. I feel him stiffen at my touch.

"Me too baby." He gasps, then increases the speed. A few thrusts, and we both reach orgasm.

We remain still for a moment, enjoying that feeling of pleasure and the warmth of the closeness of our bodies. We don't say a word, let silence fill the space between us, before we kiss again.

This time the kiss is different, not passionate and oozing sex like the others, it is more gentle and sweet, as if through that contact we want to express all those repressed feelings kept inside us all these years and that we cannot describe in words.

He moves from on top of me and lies on his side, while still keeping his arms around my waist. I slowly feel fatigue take possession of me as he gets out of bed to head for the bathroom and get a towel with which my private parts, now too sensitive, in fact a shiver runs down my spine and he seeing it apologizes to me.

When he is finished he lies down again beside me and hugs me, making me feel warm and safe. Just before I fall asleep I look into his eyes and manage to say something.

"You're on the right path to forgiveness, but maybe you need to try a little harder." And he can't help but laugh at those words. "I don't hate you that much anyway, I guess." I continue, as I snuggle against his chest.

"Fortunately." He replies. "Because I don't hate you at all, maybe just the opposite I dare say. "

The next morning I wake up after him. Regulus is already out of bed. He is wearing a pair of sweatpants, and he is shirtless. I can tell right away that he has just gotten out of the shower because I can see his wet hair, however, I can hear him talking to someone on the phone. Feeling my eyes on him he turns and sees that I am awake, and he smiles at me.

"Yes Sirius, I promise I didn't say anything stupid." He says with a bored look on his face as he watches me sit up in bed, my hair still tousled from sleep.

"I apologized, very deeply last night, but I may have to do it one more time to make sure you understand what I meant." She continues to talk to her brother as she gives me a wink and immediately I feel my cheeks go hot from what she said.

"Yes, yes. I love you too. Bye Siri, see you later." He greets his brother as he turns around and then sets the phone down on one of the pieces of furniture next to him, and there I realize all the marks I left on him last night. In the night we then woke up and made love a couple more times. Just thinking about it I feel my pussy getting all wet, even just remembering all that happened.

"I was going to make you breakfast before you woke up but since you are already awake I would suggest you take a shower while I make you breakfast. Is that okay with you?" He asks me, and I can't find my voice to answer him, so I smile and nod. He smiles back, leaving me a kiss on my forehead and then goes downstairs to cook.

I stay in bed for a second and letting out a sigh I realize perhaps for the first time that I hated Regulus Black so much, that I ended up falling in love with him, since the line is so thin that for a long time you can think you are hovering between the two, and only when you land do you realize that you slipped into one of the two worlds long before.

BONUS

Remus watches Sirius talk to his brother on the phone as he asks him if he finally apologized to little Potter. Once the call is over Sirius puts the phone down and looks at his boyfriend.

"They fucked." Remus says, before sipping coffee from his favorite mug.

"They got laid." Sirius confirms, laughing, while Lily, who had stayed over with her boyfriend James, sighs with relief.

"Finally, the situation was becoming unbearable. By now all you could do every time was expect them to jump at each other's throats with a knife or fuck in the guest bathroom." Lily says as she looks at James, who has a horrified look on his face.

"Hey, we're still talking about my little sister!" He says, looking at his friends and his girlfriend.

"Look at it this way, at least now we're really brothers." Try proposing Sirius.

"And probably uncles, too." Remus and Lily say in unison.

No one can hold back a laugh seeing James' horrified face.

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Wash Day

pairing:  jordan li x fem black!reader

"You wanna go out to dinner tonight? Know I've been busy this week. Feel like I've barely seen you." Jordan mutters against the shell of your ear. You shiver as he gives the skin a teasing kiss.

Already you're pouting, knowing what your answer has to be even though you wish so desperately that you could give a different response. "Wish I could, Jordan. But my night is already spoken for."

You're spun around by a hand on your hip, playful and fast so that you can't stop yourself from falling into his chest. Your hands grip his jacket for balance, and he reaches up to hold one of them with his own. "You got plans? With who? Cate? Cancel them."

"Brat." You laugh.

How demanding Jordan is would be less cute if they ever asked you to do something they themselves wouldn't. As it stands, with the way they do anything you ask at the drop of a hat, all you can do is roll your eyes and pretend to be exasperated instead of smitten.

"Fine, don't cancel. I'll just come with." Jordan sighs, as if seeing his best friend is a great tragedy (Which it is. Cate being there means you'll smack Jordan's hand away when he tries to sneak it up your skirt at dinner.)

"What if we want a girls' night?" You shoot back, grinning.

Jordan shifts. The hands on your waist are smaller now, but pull you in closer, "You're the one who's feeling bratty. Really have been neglecting you this week, huh baby?" Jordan smirks, in that condescending way she does when she realizes you're trying to get a certain reaction out of her.

"The plans aren't with Cate, and they aren't cancellable." You sigh, deciding not to rise to the bait of her tone, smirk, or the little circles she's rubbing into your skin.

"What are these oh so important plans?" Jordan asks.

"Do you know how many white boys have complimented my hair today, Jordan?" You ask.

"Pardon?" Jordan blinks at what seems to be a completely unrelated topic.

"Six! Six white boys complimented my braids today. I'm about to kill myself, if we're being honest. I must looked fucked up, and you didn't even say anything." You pout.

You've been having a bit of a rough day, to say the least.

"You look beautiful. What are you talking about?" Jordan asks, confused but nonetheless, wanting to make you feel better. "If you didn't look good I'd very politely... have Cate tell you. But you look great! You've been getting compliments all day, you just said it yourself!"

"Wow, you'd throw Cate under the bus, huh coward?"

"Cate isn't interested in making out with you every spare second of the day. I am. You can be mad at her. I've got stuff I wanna do." Jordan's grin is downright salacious. You smack her arm, trying not to smile.

"Ah. You are operating under the same delusions of the white man. I see that now, I'll let go of the anger." You say, sighing and kissing Jordan on the cheek.

"First of all, don't you ever fucking insult me like that again.... Second of all, what particular delusion am I sharing with the white man?" Jordan asks.

"White men only compliment a black woman's hairstyle at two points in time. When it's brand spanking, fresh off the lot new. Or when it's started to look like shit. I've had these braids in for longer than... is your business. So guess which compliment I'm getting right now?"

"I fucking refuse to say your hair looks like shit, and this conversation feels like a trap. You're always beautiful to me." Jordan says.

"Thank you, baby. But we live on a campus where the diversity win photographers lurk around every corner trying to get pictures of 'The Diversity Win Couple' in our most natural state. I need to take out my braids tonight before I talk crazy in the group chat, and Andre sends me a 'this you?' pic that will devastate my argument." You shake your head somberly, already imagining the fate that lies before you.

"You could stop talking crazy in the group chat." Jordan teases.

"You know damn well I'm not capable of that."

The two of you burst into laughter, unable to keep it together. Jordan has always been obsessed with how easy it is for you to make them laugh.

"Is that gonna take up your whole night, though, baby? We don't have to go to dinner early! We'll go wherever you want." Jordan insists, tone bordering on begging.

Whenever they come out of a particularly busy week, they spend the next two weeks glued to you. As if to make up for it. The clinginess is a stark difference from how they acted before you made things official.

"Jordan, look at the braids on my head."

"I'm looking at them."

"Are you seeing them with your eyes?"

"Yes, and my eyes are sending the image to my brain, which I assure you is working. What's your point here, baby?"

"How long do you think it will take me to undo these, detangle my hair, wash it, deep condition it, and then wash it again?"

Jordan squints at you for a long moment, analyzing your hairstyle and the utter displeasure on your face. "I dunno? Maybe... four hours?"

"I should fucking murder you. Just for that, you're helping me with wash day now."

Jordan's face breaks into a grin like sunlight breaking through clouds, "So I do get to spend the day with you, is what you're saying?"

"Yeah, baby, you get to spend the day with me." You click your tongue at them. Pitying them for the ache in their fingers they're about to feel. They complain about curling their God damn hair a couple of times a week. You suspect you'll be ready to kill one another by hour two.

But you also missed them a lot. Or whatever.

"Don't cut too high up, Jordie. " You whine, shifting his grip lower on your braid, to an acceptable cutting length of the hair extension.

"Baby... can I ask you a very serious question right now?" Jordan hums, obediently cutting where you instructed.

"What?" You ask, already starting to unbraid the piece.

"How... long... do you think your hair is?" Jordan, to be fair to him, does ask the question quietly and with the proper amount of hesitation.

"How dare you! Are you calling me bald?" You gasp, stifling a laugh.

"Don't do this to me. You are prolonging the process. We can cut these braids at least four inches higher than what we're doing right now." Jordan says, you can't see his face but you can tell he's also trying not to laugh. Bastard.

"My hair grew!"

"From the top of your head. It did not magically lower itself further into the fucking braid extension." Jordan loses the battle and laughs.

"Jordan Li do not fucking cut off any of my hair or I'll cry and then blow up this school."

"Of course, princess." Jordan kisses the top of your head and gives in to your terrorist demands because you're cute.

"So how am I supposed to do it, baby?" Jordan claps her hands and you smile at how eager she sounds to help.

"You're gonna want to section it off. Do like... eight parts of hair. That'll make literally every step after this easier. Then you're gonna comb the hair from the bottom, 'kay?"

"Got it."

Jordan starts the process of parting your hair, careful and slow. Fingers sectioning off eight chunks of hair that she keeps apart with the silky hair ties you hand her over your shoulder.

"You sure you don't want me to comb it, Jordie?" You ask Jordan.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. You always say your shoulders hurt at the end of wash day. Which is crazy, because I've seen what you can bench. I've got you, baby." She spritzes extra detangler spray on each of the parts she just made.

You move around slightly, a little sore already from sitting still between her legs for so long, but smiling to yourself nonetheless. A pillow is suddenly shoved into your face and you lean away, confused.

"Sit on this one instead. It'll be better." Jordan says.

You switch out the pillows and tilt your head back to look at her. "Why're you always right? Is that your kink?"

"No, my kink is bossing you around." Jordan smirks and leans down to give you a kiss. Despite the awkward angle you can't help trying to deepen the contact. The feeling of her soft lips sliding against yours, firm but gentle, is always irresistible.

She hums and gives you a playful nip before pulling away. "Don't start something we can't finish."

"Who says we can't?" You shoot back, staring up at her.

"You will be pissed an hour from now if you glance at your phone and we haven't made any progress." Jordan runs her thumb along your bottom lip before pushing your head forward.

"Who says it will take an hour?"

"I do. If we start, I'm not stopping." Jordan's voice dips seductively and a line of tension runs up the length of your spine.

You smack her thigh for teasing you, "Shut up."

"Is this comfortable?" Jordan frowns, staring at the angle your head has to be at to fit in the bowl of the sink.

"No, but this is the best angle this chair can get me to." You say. Usually you just wash in the shower, but since Jordan is helping the sink makes more sense.

Jordan stands, scowling at how uncomfortable you seem. Suddenly he grins, "Baby! Make a chair with your shields. Something that leans."

You were getting a lot better with being able to make complex shapes, with less concentration. You stand up from the chair you'd dragged from the common room. Jordan pulls it out of the way and gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

It takes you a minute, but you conjure a shield that resembles a salon chair and the both of you let out identical cries of delight.

Jordan pushes you to sit down with a kiss on your forehead. "That's my fucking girl. Tell me if the temperature is too hot."

Jordan washes your hair with the perfect amount of pressure and thoroughness. He's nearly rhythmic in his methodical cleaning. You didn't realize your eyes had fluttered closed until you hear him laugh. You open one eye to glare at him playfully, knowing he won't get soap in them.

"What's so funny?"

"You're like a cat. You gonna purr for me, baby?" He smirks.

"If you keep going like that, yeah. Or I'll fall asleep. Please don't make me fall asleep. I'll fall on my ass." You say.

"I'll endeavor to make the rest of the wash as unpleasant as possible."

He does not do that. And at one point you do fall asleep. Jordan catches you before you can actually fall. 'Thank God for Supe reflexes', you both think. You spend the rest of the wash with your eyes wide open and Jordan laughing at you.

"Did we put too much?" Jordan asks, dabbing at another drip of oil and conditioner down your brow.

"No, this is typical. The hair has to be saturated. It's dripping because the oil is you know... getting hot and even more liquid-y." You say, eyeing the episode of Property Brother's you'd both decided on. "Hm. I think that woman should be put to death."

Jordan was keeping vigilant about dabbing at the sides of your face. You'd been in charge of one side, at first. But Jordan seemed to have a sixth sense for when the other side was dripping as well, and kept interrupting you before you could get to any trickles of oil. You'd given up and just started narrating the show for her as she wasn't taking her eyes off the line of your brow.

"Why? What did she do?" Jordan dabs again.

"She wants to put up a fence that blocks the view of the historical house that she did not have to buy if she wanted a fence so bad." You roll your eyes.

"Is the city gonna let her?"

"No."

"Haha. 500k down the drain." Jordan cackles.

"Anti-gentrification win!" You hold out your fist for a fist-bump and Jordan obediently obliges, oil soaked rag still held in her fist.

A comfortable silence falls over you two, besides the noise of the portable hair dryer.

"I really think we put too much, baby." Jordan mutters, dabbing again.

"I have been doing this since I was twelve, Jordan!"

"Play the video again, one speed slower this time." Jordan's eyes are glued to your phone.

You're sitting between his legs again, cushioned by the (superior) pillow of his choosing. You were trying to decide on a simple hair style when Jordan saw a picture of Mini Twists and got excited to see you in them.

("You've already seen me in mini twists, Jordie. What are you talking about?"

"You weren't my girlfriend the last time you wore them though! Now you are, and I get to look at you as much as I want."

So that had decided that.)

"Okay, I think I got it. 'M gonna start with a braid base, without making the parts too big, then start twisting the hair with two strands, and that will make it last longer, right?"

"Right." You smile at how focused Jordan sounds.

They're hot when they're in the zone. You just didn't think they'd get so into helping you with your hair. But you should have known, really. Acts of service paired with their inner perfectionist? You're completely relaxed at this point. You know Jordan won't have you walking out of your room looking crazy, come hell or high water.

"Is this okay?" Jordan shows you a picture of the back of your head, three rows of twists done.

You gasp, snatching the phone, "That's my head?"

"Uh... yes?" Jordan answers slowly.

"The back of my head? The head on my body?"

"Should I start over?"

"Fuck you! These are almost better than mine. Who's hair are you playing around in when I'm not here, Jordan LI?"

"Stop using my fucking government name." Jordan tilts your head back to look at him with a gentle grip on your neck, grinning down at you. "You play too fucking much. You sure they're good, princess? It's okay if I need to redo them."

"I'm gonna give you orgasms that will make you lose brain cells."

"Baby!" Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes. "I'm serious. Do any of them need redoing?"

"The first row is really fucking good for a beginner but the second row is damn near perfect." You say.

"I'll redo the first row then." Jordan kisses your temple before moving you to face forward again.

"I said they were good!" You protest.

"But the second row is better. I want the whole thing to look good. Don't want you feeling self conscious cause I fucked up the style, y'know." Jordan mumbles.

You tilt your head back to look at him, ignoring him sucking his teeth (a habit he picked up from you) at you moving.

"I love you, Jordie. Thank you for helping me today." You coo.

You watch his face go red with a grin. He grins back, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. When he tries to pull away too soon you whine, holding him close by the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Wanna kiss you. You're sweet." You breathe the words against his lips, insistently continuing the caress.

He sighs, smitten, and let's you lead for a moment. Hand finding it's way back to your neck and tightening just enough to make you gasp. Still, he pulls away too quickly.

"I'm gonna fuck you up." You scowl at him.

"The only thing you're gonna fuck up is your neck, brat. This is a horrible angle for you." Jordan's smile is so soft at the edges it's your turn to blush.

"Speak for yourself."

"No, I'm too busy speaking on behalf of your neck."

"Well, I'm speaking on behalf of my-"

"Pussy?"

"I was going to say raging hormones but that's a lot more to the point, yeah. Or maybe I was going to say something romantic. You ever think of that, Jordie? Huh?"

"Were you going to say something romantic?" Jordan hums.

"No."

"Let me do your hair in peace." Jordan turns you forward again with a laugh.

"Turn this way." Jordan instructs, snapping another picture.

"I don't know whether you're worse than an Instagram hair stylist or a Mom." You ponder, words barely audible because your girlfriend is scary.

"Shut up and smile." Jordan scowls.

As if engraved into your genetic code the words make you do just that. You suffer through another 20 pictures being taken before you say enough is enough.

Jordan happily shows you the pictures, as if you hadn't seen yourself in the mirror just a minute ago. Or ever. The grin on her face so wide it looks like it hurts.

"You like it, baby?" Jordan asks again.

"It looks so good, Jordie. It looks like I paid someone honestly."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You drape your arms around her shoulders. "How's this angle?"

"For what?" Jordan tilts her head to the side, puzzled.

"For kissing. Since you were so worried about the angle before."

Jordan scoffs, but she's the one to pull you in. She doesn't pull away this time.

A/N: i needed reader to have a goofball vibe because i have a goofball vibe. if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anonymous ask saying you enjoyed it! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

[a-b-riddle]

A Simple (Mis) Understanding Chapter One: Location, Location, Location

John

"MacTavish," It had been about three months since the 141 had returned from our last OP. It had been a rough one and, although, we had all come back alive, we didn't come back unscathed. And we all had to thank a pretty little IT 'expert' to thank for that. Stupid fucking Omega...

"Usually I'm the one calling you. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I threw back the amber colored liquor, finishing the last of my latest bottle. It seemed all I had in my free time was drinking myself into an early grave.

Good.

"Care for a hunting trip, Cap'n?" Johnny's tone was playful, which was almost always never a good sign. MacTavish could seek out trouble like a bloody bloodhound. 

"What d'ya have in mind?" I humored. I had come home to a sedentary life style. Any ideals I had about settling down, extinguished. I wasn't as young as I used to be, but I'm still too into the fight to retire now. So whatever Johnny had in mind, surely must be something worth at least entertaining.

"A pretty little flower." He says and I swear I can almost hear the see the smirk on his face. "Stands at about five foot three. Has a knack for stabbing a man in the back right after suckin' 'im dry."

Daisy.

"You got a lead then I take it?" I try to stifle the anger as I feel it beginning to bubble. Every Alpha instinct is telling me to track, hunt, kill. Before, every biological urge I had toward our flower was to protect, keep, and fuck until she forgot her own bloody name. Now, I wasn't so sure I could stand the sight of her long enough to get the answers I wanted-- needed-- before absolutely tearing her to fucking shreds. 

"Aye." He confirmed. "Wanted to see if you were up for it before I called the lads."

"How polite."

"You're still, Cap'n."   "And I know you had more..." There was a shift in his tone. Unease as he tried to find the words, but couldn't. He couldn't. None of us could. Because none of us could describe what had happened with Daisy. Betrayal is too gentle of a word, too short and modest of a word to describe what she had done to us; hell, me. Johnny cleared his throat. Clearly uncomfortable and wanting to retract the beginning of whatever statement he had intended on making.  "Join me to settle an old debt, ye?" 

I didn't need to think twice about Johnny's officer. An opportunity to finish what we started back in Austria. I didn't regret stopping Johnny as much as I did not getting the answers I needed before the little bitch disappeared like a damn thief in the night. Now was the chance. Not only revenge for what we had been through, but the betrayal she had put us through. Jeopardizing not only the 141, but the few loved ones we had. My mum, MacTavish's sisters, Garrick's entire fucking family and the little solace that Simon had. A peace of mind knowing if he wanted to start living again, he could. All of it was almost lost. 

"You got eyes on our-" No. She wasn't ours anymore. Not our girl. Not our flower. Sure as fuck never our Omega. "On her."

"I got an address." If he noticed my pause, he didn't say anything. For that I'm grateful. I can't be weak again because some of doe-eyed little Omega. One who whispered sweet lies about how good my knot felt and all the things she wanted in life. Things we-I- wanted.  "Had an old contact have her name pop up. Hen is too fucking dense to make sure to use an alias especially considering she stayed on our side of the pond."

Don't really plan on going home after this. Not really anything waiting for me back there except some student debt. She had hid the pain of having no family well, but, now after everything, nothing seemed genuine. Every kiss, every touch, every smile and laugh she had thrown my way was now tainted.

Now it was time to bury it all.

"I'll call Garrick." That was all the confirmation Johnny would get out of me. I didn't want to seem too eager to finally get my hands on her. I needed to be collected. Level headed. I was the Alpha. I was the one my team looked to for guidance. I had already failed them once. I damn sure wouldn't be doing it again. "I'll let you convince Riley to come along."

"Lettin' me call in the boogeyman?" Johnny was smiling again. Could fucking hear it in his voice. He was the one who had probably fallen the hardest for the little bitch. Indulging him in soft touches and soothing his temper. Probably the same reason he had put a barrel to her forehead the moment she had admitted to it.

I was going to tell you. She had tried to excuse her delay as if that were the issue. I just didn't know how to tell you. But can you blame me? Yes. We could. And we did. For the shitty last seven months. For the constant worry all of us had for having to pull our mind out of the mission to worry about what was going on back home.

Her tears didn't save her. Only until Laswell came in raising an absolute bloody stink. Claims of how the very audacity to potentially injure an Omega on her team could cost her career. Fuck her career.

"Send me the details." I pulled another bottle off the shelf. Promising myself it would be the last one I had until I finally pulled that weed of a woman out of existence. Killing her meant I could finally move on. Find someone, certainly not a fucking Omega, to settle down with. I could heal from the heartbreak I would never admit to. It would be the ending that we all needed.

"Will do Cap'n." Johnny didn't wait for my dismissal before he hung up. He was just as ready for a hunt as I was.

[shaisuki]

ADDICTION

|| the second entry for the series “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄”

content warnings ─── bonten! sanzu, murder, talks about torture, noncon, implied kidnapping, drugs , dark themes, yandere themes

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ when colored pills doesn't give him the high he needed, sanzu finds a new addiction, it's better than ecstasies.

the gunshot seem to frighten you. i apologize for that. in line of my "business" it is my job to keep the empire mikey had built to flourish. these traitors are not the worth of the name bonten and those who are without use should perish.

it's also to serve a warning to you. never run away from me.

i have no intention of harming you, let alone scare you. it's only a reminder that you can never escape from me, even you run to the ends of the world, i will follow you.

shed the blood of those who dares to look at you. serve their head in a platter. cut every finger who dares to lay their hands on you. rip their limbs apart one by one and not even death could escape their fate from my hands.

why are you crying? you don't like that? silly girl. it's a punishment for them who can't understand that you belong to me. what? can you repeat that? you don't want me nor anything of this?

you got no choice. you've bewitched me. got me high of my feelings that i didn't know i was capable of doing so. you've made me addicted to the sensation of your skin in mine. your voice like bells in my ears. no drugs could make me feel like the way you do.

you're the most potent drug that i could take. intoxicating me with your light that flows in my veins and gives me euphoria reaching in my brain. you're the medicine in my pain.

sometimes you're also the cause of the aches in my body. you never really learn do you? what got you shaking? the body drops as i pull the trigger on his head. blood pooling at those empty head of this incompetent fool to never let you out of sight when i'm dealing with mikey.

this is a warning. don't test me. although, i vowed myself to never harm you—you need to be taught a lesson. nobody messes with me, no one.

ssh. don't cry. this is all your fault. you're going to take whatever i give to you. fuck! i might lose control of myself whenever those tiny whimpers leave your mouth as i pressed my lips to your heated skin. be a good girl. all i want for you is to submit to me.

tears won't work on me darling, i've seen plenty of it. from the men who for me to spare their useless lives with a gun in my hand. it would be no different to you. you're mine to begin with. i own you.

a blissful sigh escaping from my lips as i inhale your scent. such beautiful hair you have. such bounty you have for yourself and it's mine to exploit.

the straps of your nightgown falling down to your round shoulders the more my lips move to feel of your skin. this would be your life with me as i clothe you with the most luxurious clothes i can provide for you. money ain't a problem for me. i have lots of them.

your body trembles as i touch you. i won't harm you, i told you. think of this as a lesson while you think of escaping me again. there's no escape in my grasps. as much i hate to force you, this is your punishment for making me angry. if you weren't my precious little things—i would have killed you.

we won't like that don't we? stay still. it would be easy for me to take you or else it would hurt. never been a problem for me to put down people like you.

that's it. you weren't that stubborn when i'm putting you in your place. that's right. the sight of you sinking in the sheets with your hands gripping the sheet while you brace yourself for me to take you. your plump ass raised to serve me.

eyes rolling as i sink to your warm pussy. engulfing me in such warmth that got me hooked, wishing forever to be inside you and now we are as one. connected to fulfill our desires and to feed my addiction.

i hope you learned your lesson with this one or else i'll be doing it until it get through your thick skin. i won't get tired of it nor will i ever stop.

this is what addiction to you feels like. a neverending rush of euphoria.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Knock knock Pt. 2 (Last Part)

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: Use of pet name 'baby' and nick names.

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

This fic does not mention anything about the way the readers' body is shaped, their weight, their height, etc. If I happened to miss something or accidentally described the readers' appearance anywhere, please let me know so I can fix it.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List TLOU Master list

*****

" You fucking narc. " Venom drips off of Ellie's voice. Her eyebrows are drawn together, anger splayed across her face.

I hold onto the door handle tightly, staring at the girl on the porch. " I told you what would happen if you didn't shut your little party down. I'm not playing. Williams. " I try to keep my tone cool.

" I'm not either. This isn't over. " With that, Ellie storms away. She slams her front door, mumbling to herself in the process.

Serves her right.

------

" I'm going to kill Ellie Williams. " I huff, burying my head into my hands.

Loud, music vibrates off of the walls. Dina rolls her eyes. " You just keep making things worse by pranking her. She was pissed when you sent 50 pizzas over and she had to pay. No wonder she's throwing another party. "

" She'll easily make the $300 back. She sells fucking drugs, she makes more than I do. " I mutter.

" Maybe try talking to her again? I mean, if it's bugging you that much, it's always worth another shot. Just don't piss her off this time. " Abby suggests, her eyes not tearing away from the medical anatomy book in her hands.

" She's pissed off by everything I do. I literally asked to borrow a pencil once and she told me to fuck off. " I sigh. " But I guess it's worth a shot. Are you guys seriously not bothered by the constant noise? "

Dina shrugs. " Not really. I mean, we live on party row. Of course people are going to throw parties all night. "

I just want some peace. At least like an hour.

I push myself up from my spot on our couch. I'll just try asking nicer.

Once again, I find myself wandering through Ellie's house trying to find her. Eventually my eyes land on the brunette. Her head is tossed back from laughter, her blunt loosely hanging out of her fingers. She's manspreading on the couch, a guy snorting what I assume is coke next to her.

Her eyes eventually find mine as she scans the room. A small smirk makes its' way onto her face. She breathes in another puff from her blunt before releasing it in my direction.

God, even through the smoke she's hot.

" Look who's here guys, the cockblocker. " Ellie teases. " What can I do for you, babe? "

My stomach tumbles from the pet name. I can't tell if it's from nerves or from excitement.

I ignore the feeling, trying to focus on the reason I came over here.

" I wanted to see if we could work out a deal. " I stand a few feet away from the brunette, my eyes not leaving hers.

Ellie's eyes break contact as they scan me up and down. " A deal? " She leans forward, her full attention on me. " What kind of deal? " her eyebrow cocks up in curiosity.

" The kind where we both end up happy. You get to throw your parties and I get a full nights' sleep. "

Ellie stands up, taking a step closer to me. The faint scent of cologne and weed fills my nostrils. " Go on. "

" I'll pay you 100 bucks a week to shut the parties down at 10. Please. "

" No. " Ellie's voice is cool.

I furrow my eyebrows. " No? " I was really hoping she'd take the deal. I mean, who doesn't want free fucking money. The only thing she'd have to do is shut down the party. " What? Um, fine. I can probably do like 10 bucks more. But barely, I'd have to pick up a few more shifts. I- "

Ellie interrupts me. " I don't want your money, Y/N. "

" Then what do you want? " I ask, desperation in my tone. " I can't stay up like this anymore. I've-I've tried earplugs, white nose, everything. Fuck I- "

" I want you to go out with me. "

Ellie's words surprise me.

I search her face for any sign of a joke.

Her expression is serious. Her eyes stare into mine. A glinter of what I think might be worry or nervousness shining at me.

" What? "

Ellie repeats the words. " I want you to go out with me. I'll stop the parties if you go out with me. " She shrugs, pulling the blunt up to her slightly chapped lips.

My eyebrows furrow. " But why? "

Ellie rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. " Because you clearly want to. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you check me out. Not that I have an issue, I think you're hot too. "

I feel heat burn against my cheeks. " I do not check you out. "

Ellie nods mockingly. " Sure you don't, babe. What I said still stands. If you go on a date with me, " She shrugs. " I'll stop the parties. "

" Completely? " I ask.

" Completely. " She confirms.

I'm silent for a minute. Ellie continues to look into my eyes, her confident exterior seeming to grow slightly less confident as the time goes on. She looks a little nervous. I've never seen her like this before.

" Fine. " I finally talk. " I'll go out with you. "

Relief flashes across Ellie's face. " Alright. " She grins. " Friday sound good? "

I nod. " Friday. "

Hopefully this is worth it.

Tag: @macaroni676

[molsno]

yeah finnster fucking pisses me off why the hell wouldn't he. every fucking tranny I know has been bullied and beat and abused and raped by every tme bitch in their lives and then when I try to talk about it by posting about transmisogyny not only do I get held to this impossibly high standard but even when I meet it I STILL get treated like shit! a bunch of fucking cis bitches and terfs and cuntboys and theyfabs will harass me, bait me into fucking up, call me a man, call me a rapist, make up stupid bullshit lies about my sexuality so they can turn people against me, tell me to kill myself, and they do this not just to me, but any tranny who dares to stand up for herself and her community. for fuck's sake, I'm so fucking privileged for a tranny just because I can afford to rent an apartment all by myself and I have a cozy office job and nobody irl can even tell that I'm trans, and I STILL get subjected to this shit! and then I'm forced to see every other tranny, people I love and care about doing so much worse, people who can't afford homes, who are being abused by their partner or their family, who get harassed and stalked irl, and THE MOST I CAN DO is to write fucking tumblr posts explaining our oppression and PLEADING for people to recognize how fucking aeful we have it.

and then along comes this fucking cis dude who wants to make a quick buck by capitalizing on the transmisogynistic culture war. he starts dressing up as a girl and streams himself playing video games and going on omegle to trick straight dudes into thinking he's a "real woman" for clicks, and he makes fucking bank for doing it! he wpild be fucking NOBODY if he didn't do this shit. he'd be just another fucking white dude streamer. but no, instead he has hundreds of thousands of fans who won't fucking shut up about him! the dude posts his fucking birth certificate to "prove" that he's really male, he keeps releasing these stupid fucking trap videos, and people fucking send him clothes and makeup and all kinds of shit that none of us could ever hope to afford! he lives so fucking comfortably and every fucking time that ANYTHING inconvenient happens to him he receives loads of support from his stupid fucking fans. and then when we complain about how he's fucking exploiting our struggles for cash those bitches rush to call us gender essentialists, terfs, gatekeepers, all this stupid fucking bullshit that they don't even understand because they don't have to deal with ACTUAL gender essentialists, gatekeepers and terfs. I get it! you think cis men make for better trannies than us! it's so much easier when you can jerk off to him and let it be your dirty little secret. you don't have to contend with the fact that you like girls with dicks, because if you did, then you might have to think about seeing us as actual people and giving a shit about us! I hope finn dies but I hope all you bitches die too you seriously make me so sick

[yatorihell]

Noragami Chapter 109 Thoughts and Reaction

First off a massive thank you to @fast-moon for years of dedicated service to the fandom and answering our questions. You have been the pillar of the community from the moment you picked up the series.

Now onto my (second) read reaction and thoughts

Seeing Yuka and she's aged more and she's looking at the sakura tree thinking of her brother just like Yato told Yukine she would I'm so sad Adachitoka you make me so sad

WHO LEFT THE FLOWERS could it have been Yato? Could it have been Yuka unwittingly placing them to remember her brother not knowing it's actually Haruki's grave? I'm so sad

Oh when it said another new year and we're at the hospital I'm so sad and then it turns out it's been many years!!!!!

The Capyper and star sticker as an earring? Remnants of attachment to Yato? Earring like Kazuma? Thank you Doctor Iki? Killing myself

Oh I really expected her diary to show up and then it does but Nora has it I'm so sad

The fact Hiyori's whole memory of that year is fuzzy so she doesn't remember Capyperland, and probably her grandma's death and the hospital arc and so many other bits

CPR SO INTENSE IT CRACKED HER RIBS

Oh she's touching her lips as she wonders who saved her I'm so fucking miserable Adachitoka you make me so sad are you happy

Jumpscared by hot Fujisaki I forgive you <3

Fujisaki gained control of his body and immediately fixed those bangs hejdjj

Remnants of Father's yearning to see Kaya again sorry babe she wasn't your girl maybe you'll find one that looks like her

Coo phone attack jdjdjnd that was so funny I can't believe he actually came back I was reaching with that prediction

My god I know it's not Father and he's cute now but I still hurled when he asked her out

Rip Masaomi's hairline, they say unproblematic men age better, so what crimes did you commit

Also rip Mr Iki you've aged so much it's probably the stress, but he's still got his medical license!!!!!!

Also I've been told it's been 8/9 years since that day with her being an intern now, it makes you wonder if Masaomi started a family

I MISS SOMEONE BUT WHO?

I actually couldn't believe how many of the bingo card predictions were coming true when I got to the sakura party jsjdnjf we truly manifested this ending

Little Ebisu growing up you will live forever you <3

Takemika and Kiun showing up like two dads with their children and pet bird jdjbdjfk

Takemika reassuring Shinatsuhiko that no one's laughing about their reincarnation vs Takemika bullying Ebisu in Heaven about killing him I hate growth I hate it (affectionate)

Followed by Takemika owning the fact that he himself has reincarnated when it was kept secret for so long I'm so sad

Oh Adachitoka you're so sick faking us out with a toast to Yato like he's dead followed by Bishamon once again beating the shit out of Yato at a sakura party

It's so funny Yato wouldn't release Kazuma but tbf it's handy if he ever needs to use him again

I wonder if Kazuma is treated differently now that he's a stray, or if he could suppress the name physically (it would only show if he got called like Nora did)

This Houki shinki that's a pegleg gun???? Rendered us bamboozled double checking Bishamon didn't lose a leg

Yato please find Yukine some clothes that fit????? Or maybe they're loose so they don't tear when he transforms and they can go back for them idk I don't like this look

Yato disappearing into the ground and becoming known as Teke-Teke he is the living meme hejdjb

I'm so sad Yukine has nightmares and turns into ayakashi form every night and Yato's wearing a Capyper jumper and he's hugging him

I did wonder if Hiyori's diary was on the shelf with the shrine, which begs the question when did Yato go to retrieve the shrine???? I'm so sad he would've seen that she fixed it and maybe it's a but scuffed from where it was dropped but it's his

Yato following Hiyori to keep her safe and he didn't want to cut ties I'm so sad the cord problem was enough to divorce her from the far shore without severing them altogether

I JUST WANT TO WATCH OVER HER AS SHE GROWS I'm so fucking miserable

Nora comforted by the fact Hiyori believes she had a name when she was in the womb? Devastated how did we never think of that

Interesting that the Yuuki name remains even after the word was destroyed, but it means that Yukine can't sting Yato so silver linings

Yato still doing his regular job of slaying and answering small prayers

Cherry blossoms being like snow I'm so fucking emo

THE NIGHT HAS A SCENT

YATO'S SHADOW IN THE TREE

MY. MOUTH. REMEMBERS!!!!!!

Oh I'm so fucking miserable I'm so fucking sad I hate this manga she remembered him all on her own after all this time and she's a doctor and everyone's safe I'm so depressed we're gunna celebrate April 2nd we need to work out what year it will be when she remembers

The final art????? Of all of them happy???? Hiyori is a doctor???????? Nora is with them??? Smiling??????? I'm ending it

It's been such a ride for these last 9 years since I picked up the anime and then demolished the manga right in time for season two. I've made friends and I've enjoyed building this blog into something that people used for their Noragami content. In the words of the rats this truly was my noragami

[bluesyjean]

It's the last one, so I might as well do this. Very big thanks to @c0ffeeb1ack for organizing a rewatch. I really enjoyed all the commentary and going through the series one episode at a time rather than binging the whole thing, and it made me appreciate it so much more. (Especially s3, which got infinitely more fun on a rewatch without my Big Nerves about what was going to happen. s1 is forever my girl, but there are some genuinely great moments in s3.)

Extra hot takes for Oblivion:

SO HAPPY LUTHER AND KLAUS GOT TO DO SCENES TOGETHER. The entire Void sequence was quality. Knowing these two are such good buddies irl it's about damn time they got to hang out more on screen. They must have had so much fun doing this.

It took me a long long time, but Sparrow!Ben grows on you. He's hilariously trying SO HARD to be an asshole every time he opens his mouth you just have to laugh. So extra.

I forever wish Lila wasn't pregnant. I'm sorry, it just doesn't do a great service to her or Diego because now everything has to be about this. My relief when Stan wasn't theirs was so short lived.

Five whispering conspiracy theories with Viktor is so good. I missed them being besties, so happy he's still the one Five trusts. (In a "I'll kill you myself" if you fuck up again kind of way, but that's just Five for you.) We love paranoia.

Also was so happy to have Five and Allison actually talk to each other, even if it's just to fight. I've waited so long.

This episode had a lot of interesting character combos. Sloane and Ben with Five, Luther and Klaus, I could have had more of this.

Didn't notice before that the sigil thing is on the back of the guardians. Which means...? Nothing, but I did notice.

Love that they always turn blue when life is being sucked out of them. Just a bunch of little blue aliens.

The first time I watched this I was convinced that Five would eventually lose that arm again when they fix the universe. I hope not, poor left-handed little guy. He loves to write. :( But that might also mean deaths happen again. Fully prepared for bummers in s4.

I was not as enthralled with the soundtrack of s3 as I was in past seasons, but I will say the closing song is the only one that made its way into rotation on my playlist. Great choice.

Desperate for Abigail to be a horrific villain in s4. Please give me this, it's all I ask.

Anyway I might end up watching the last season this way. (One episode a day.) Great idea! Taking time to enjoy something, what a concept. Thanks all!

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Oceans of time (part 3)

Laddie asks David how he got turned into a vampire.

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Santa Carla, 1987

"That's how you make a vampire, isn't it?" Laddie asked quietly, looking at David. The man nodded.

"Yeah. We couldn't have saved her even if we were there."

"Did you bury her like Lucy?"

"No. We couldn't. I wouldn't."

"Why?"

"She was still my sister. I wouldn't abandon her."

"But if she stayed with you, how did she get blood?"

David grinned. "We decided that for the time being, she could feed from us. Until we had the thing figured out."

"Is that how you got changed?"

"Eventually. She tried to control her thirst, but over time, it became too much. She hadn't even realised that she drank to much until I entered the room."

November, 1897

Mia ignored the cries and ignored the hand, trying to push her away from the vein she was drinking from. She needed it. She needed even more - but this would do for now. She growled when suddenly someone grabbed her, roughly pushing her backwards - crying out when a beam of sunlight hit her arms. As soon as she pulled it back into the shadows, her skin healed.

"David?"

Angrily, he looked at her, helping Dwayne sit up. She had almost completely drained him, her bloodlust taking over.

"Give me your wrist." David grabbed her roughly, taking a knife and cutting the skin open. He forced her wrist against Dwayne's mouth, forcing him to consume the blood. "You could have killed him, Mia!"

"I didn't mean to! I'm - I'm just so hungry..."

David ignored her, making sure that Dwayne was alright. Even though he was definitely weakened due to the lack of blood in his veins, he'd live.

"Are you still hungry?" David's look softened when he looked at the girl. She nodded quietly.

"Take some of mine."

"What if I can't control myself and-"

"I'll be fine. Drink."

Mia did as she was told, greedily taking yet another vein. David felt his blood rush out of his body, and he felt himself getting lightheaded. He noticed how cloudy everything began to feel. "Mia."

She didn't respond, tightening her grip on his wrist. David tried again - but she just wouldn't listen. Nothing he could do could get her away from his blood. "Fuck!" He hissed, realising he had no other choice. He grabbed his sisters' wrist, reopening the wound. If he didn't drink the vampireblood now, he would be a dead man. He didn't want to die. Mia whimpered as he began to drink her blood, finally letting go of his wrist.

"I'm sorry!" She cried, pulling away from him. "I'm sorry!"

Santa Carla, 1987

"Did you then change the others?" Laddie asked.

"Yes. When they came in and saw what had happened, they wanted to become vampires, too."

"What about the vampire that changed her?"

"Remember how I told you this story wasn't a happy one?"

Laddie nodded.

"He's the reason why."

December 1897

With every member of their little family turned, they finally dared to take on the streets. To go outside and hunt. They left their little house at night, enjoying the wonders vampirism brought them.

They marvelled at their ability to read minds. They laughed when they realised they could fly. How they could communicate simply by thinking. All the things their eyes could now see, the things they could hear - even though they had lived in this town for their whole life, it was as if they were discovering a whole new world.

"I didn't give you permission to make more, did I?"

An ice-cold voice echoed from behind them. Mia whimpered. It resonated within her head. The boys turned around, realising that this was the vampire that changed her.

"Holmwood?!"

The man chuckled. "Hello again, David. I told you your sister was in mortal danger, didn't I?"

"What the fuck man, you killed your own fiancee?" Marko looked at the vampire.

"I gave her immortal life. You were the ones to kill her."

"No. That was Max. We didn't touch her," Paul said.

"Mia, come here."

Obediently the girl stepped forwards, toward him. "Sir?"

"Why did you change them?"

"I didn't mean to, it was an accident, " she said quietly, stepping back slightly so she'd feel the comfort of her brothers.

"I should have you killed for disobeying me," Arthur growled, causing Mia to shiver.

"Please don't, it won't happen again, I promise!"

"Mia-" David began, but he was cut off when Arthur gave her another order.

"Come here, childe." He opened his arms, and even though she was terrified, Mia could not disobey his order. Slowly, she stepped into his arms. The boys couldn't do anything but watch. They couldn't fight this vampire, not when he was clearly so much more powerful than them.

Santa Carla, 1987

"How did you get away from that vampire?" Laddie asked, jumping up. "Did you fight? Did you rip his head off?"

"No. Max was the reason we got away."

"Max?" Laddie pulled a face. "What did he do?"

"He staked Arthur."

"But if he was still holding Mia, then -"

"She got staked as well."

December 1897

"Mia, get away from there!" Paul yelled, but it was too late. Max had shot a large, wooden stake right at Arthur's back. It shot through his body, coming out in the front, the tip brutally destroying Mia's upper chest and shoulder. She cried out, stumbling backwards, when another stake hit her - right in the stomach. She whimpered, her hand covering the wound, gasping as she fell to the ground. She was covered in her own blood, taking shallow breaths.

"Shit, Mia!" Dwayne was the first to reach her. He was quick to pull the stake out, quick to try and feed her his blood, but it was of no use. No matter how much he gave, the blood just kept pouring out of her. "David, she's -" Dwayne didn't finish the sentence. David was already there.

"It's cold..." she murmured, hissing quietly as David lifted her up, holding her in his arms. As he held her, he tried his best to keep her comfortable. Marko held her hand, while Paul tried to get a now unconscious Max to them, hoping that his blood could save her.

"I don't want to die," she said quietly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mia, it's alright," David said, barely louder than a whisper. He knew he couldn't trust his voice right now. "We're here. I've got you."

"I know, love," it was Marko, who spoke.

"You won't leave me?" She asked softly, quietly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Her eyes closed before she could hear his answer.

"Never."

As snow began to fall, only the panicked screams of the vampire killer were heard, as three very angry vampires chased after him. David stayed behind, holding his sisters cold body close. "I'm sorry, Mia," he said softly. There was nothing he could do now. She was gone.

Santa Carla 1987

"So why did you let Max live?"

"As punishment, he resents vampires."

"I'm sorry about Mia." Laddie said quietly. David nodded.

He hadn't told Laddie the whole truth. Sure, Max being turned was a punishment for the hunter. But that wasn't the only punishment the man faced. The boys had forced him to do one thing, and only if he managed to do that thing would he be set free.

January 1897

"Just kill me, you fuckers!"

Max yelled at them, causing David to chuckle.

"Like you killed our sister? I don't think so. You want to be free? Be released of immortality?"

"Yes! I'd do anything!"

"Good." David nodded as he revealed a coffin filled with ice. Beneath it laid his sister. "If you find a way to bring her back, we will gift you your freedom."

"But she's dead, I can't bring back the death!"

"You will, if you know what's good for you!" David growled, before he slammed the basement door shut, leaving Max alone with his equipment and his one and only task.

Bring back a dead vampire.

[laylaackles]

Birthday Sex (Dean Smut)

Warnings: mask kink, Ghostface mask, sir kink, praise kink, rough sex, sweet aftercare

Song: The Summoning by Sleep Token.

I'm posting this fic as a birthday present to myself (November 13th)

I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

A taste of the divine

Tonight had been one of the most fun but stressful nights of your life. Dean was dressed in a black t shirt and blue jeans. He had his hunting boots on. But his face was covered by a Ghostface mask. You were dressed in a silk robe with a red and black lace lingerie set.

You had heels on, but you ditched them in a room, then ran for the kitchen of the bunker. Thank God Sam wasn't home.  You wouldn't be able to have this much fun. But you weren't sure what was going to happen when Dean caught you.

You've got my body, flesh and bone, yeah

The sky above, the Earth below

You'd been sipping from a bottle of water in the fridge, trying to regain some strength. You had been getting tired of the running when Dean came up behind you unannounced.

"Oh pretty girl, you weren't supposed to stop running." He'd said.

"Am I in trouble, sir?" You asked.

"Not tonight. See, I would kill you, but you're just too damn pretty. I think I'd rather have you be mine."

"Take me." You'd whispered.

Raise me up again

Take me past the edge

I want to see the other side

See the other side

Clothes began to get thrown around, and Dean had pushed you up against the counter, bending your body.

You've got my body, flesh, and bone

The sky above, the Earth below

He easily slid into your entrance. You'd been so turned on from the moment you saw Dean in the mask. You didn't even have to ask. It was his idea. Your pussy was dripping wet by the time he caught up to you.

Raise me up again

Take me past the edge

I want to see the other side

"Such a good, pretty girl. Youre taking me so good." He'd said as he'd slammed into you over and over again.

Won't you show me what it's like?

Won't you show me what it's like?

"You like this? Like it when I dress up for you? I know you love this mask. I feel you squeezing me, pretty girl."

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

Or are you really here to cut me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on

He'd fucked you so hard you thought you wouldn't be able to walk for days. Something about the mask made you both feel so feral and untamed.

'Cause these days

I would be lying if I told you that

I didn't wish that I could be your man

Or maybe make a good girl bad

"Wanna cum baby?" He'd asked.

"Yes sir. Can I cum please?" You asked.

"Only if you promise not to run away from me again."

"I promise."

I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

The taste of the divine

You came hard around his cock. Your pussy was clenching his throbbing cock so hard as you came undone.

You've got my body, flesh, and bone

The sky above, the Earth below

Nothing to say and nowhere to go

A taste of the divine

He'd kept fucking you until he came, and you had both ridden out your highs.

Now, you're settled in the bathtub together. Dean is at one end and you're at the other. He has your left food in his hands. There were still marks on your feet from the heels, even as he massaged them.

"If we ever do this again, you can go barefoot." He said.

"Running in heels is not easy. Or painfree." You responded.

"Well, besides the heels, did you have fun?"

"I did. This is nice too."

You relaxed a little more as Dean continued to massage your foot, then switched to the other one.

You hadn't expected to live out one of your biggest sexual fantasies today, but it was awesome. Best birthday ever.

"Happy Birthday Baby." He said.

"Thank you De."

LA<3

[fluffykiddosstuff]

Choose (Gavin X Reader X nines)

Do I have a problem with Gavin and nines? Maybe, will I stop writing about them? No.

Warnings : insults, crime scene explanation, part nudity, fighting for someone

The reader, has a female body and uses she/her pronouns and lives in an apartment

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That was by far the most disgusting crime scene you ever saw.

There was blood, blue blood everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, even on the ceiling, how was that even possible?

Today was valentines day, every couple was happy, well except the one who was brutally murdered by the mother of the human, who didn't appreciate that her sweet boy was with a "machine" which was odd to you because now, androids were a big part of society and concidered as living beings, there was still many things Markus needed to do for their rights, but it was on the good path.

For this investigation you were paired with a model that Connor freed himself, the Rk900, supposed to be his replacement, yes he was deviant but stiff as a stick and emotionless like a rock.

The mother came herself to the police, after murdering her son by "accident" she kept babbling about "just wanting to get rid of the machine", so you both didnt had much to do about her, but fowler still needed a report of the crime scene so here you both are.

"how did she even managed to do that, that poor android girl.." you said looking at the thirium being all over the place, there was no scent like human blood would, but it was still a disgusting scene, the android was unalived on the floor, wires out of her stomach and led completely Grey, she was severely damaged outside too, and near was her boyfriend, he was killed with a bullet right in the heart, a bit of blood circled his body but it was not that creepy compared to the other body.

"detective I found something"

Earing your partner's voice, you got closer to him, in the living room, he showed you a black box with a gold ring on it, examinating it.

"it's an engagement ring, and from what I could reconstitue, they where all in the living room, the son proposed to his girlfriend in front of his mother then leaved to get something in the garage, she then attacked the android with a knife, finished her with a gun the son kept in the drawer, when he came back and started to yell at his mother, she got surprised and shot as a reflex"

"I will never understand this.. Why can't people accept change" you mumbled, nines as a better model, already sent the report to fowler like usual so you could go home. But as you were walking, you didn't noticed the curtain on the ground, resulting in you slipping on it and ended being covered in blue and red blood, your android partner came closer and helped you get up.

" are you alright detective? No Injuries?"

"no I'm fine, I'll just go home to wash myself.."

"gavin's house is not far maybe we-"

"no I don't want anything to do with him, let's go. "

You got into your car, staining it but fuck, you'll clean it later, nines came as well, since he didn't had a place to stay yet, he came to your apartment regularly, you looked at the windows while nines was driving to your living place, that's when all of the things that happened today got into your mind

Flashback

You had putted a chocolate box on the desk of your crush : Gavin reed, you talked a lot about it with nines and he told you to do it "the worse thing he could say is no after all, you are friends" little did he know how he reacted.. He thought it was a joke from hank or even worse, connor, he threw the chocolate box on the ground and stepped on it, putting it in the garbage after. You saw everything from your desk and runned to the bathroom to cry, why was he so cruel!? You then avoided him from the rest of the day,  being heartbroken by his behavior.

End of flashback

"Detective we arrived"

You opened up your eyes to see your apartment by the window, you got out, so did your partner, you unlocked your door and stepped into the living room, nines closing it behind him

"can you get me some clothes? I'll go wash myself"

The android nodded, you got into your bathroom and started to strip off, putting your dirty clothes in the washing machine, you then got under your shower to get off of all of this disgusting blood on you.

Nines pov :

While i was searching for some clothes, the bell ringed, since the detective was still in the shower I decided to open the door myself, it was unexpected to see detective reed on the porch

"hey-what are you doing here tincan?"

Autor's pov :

The smaller male was visibly mad and shocked that his "coworker" was there, nines furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him, he seemed, mad.

"since your little brain can't register something so simple, the detective allowed me to stay here until I found somewhere else to stay, what are you doing here reed?"

That was the first time the Rk900 used gavin's last name without his title, that made him boil inside, he clenched his teeth, holding onto the flowers and the chocolates he had hid in his back

"let me see her, now."

"i'm afraid I can not, you hurt her, and I don't want her to suffer anymore, especially from an idiot like you."

Gavin pushed his opponent with his elbow and got into the apartment, not hiding the presents anymore, that's when it hit nines : he was nicely dressed, he even putted on cologne, his hair weren't as messy as usual and he had presents : he wanted to ask you out. Anger took all over his systems, he rushed to the human and picked him by his collar, resulting in the gifts dropping on the floor.

"what are you thinking!? Do you want just to broke her heart again and again!? She has enough, I have enough! Can't you leave her alone, are you that much of an asshole!?"

"the fuck are you talking about shit head!?"

"the chocolates from earlier! It was from y/n ! She putted them for you on your desk, if you weren't a shit head and actually had read the note she left you would have know it!"

He then dropped him off, Gavin falling on the ground, he was pale as an egg, it was from you? So that's why you wouldn't talk to him and runned to the bathroom this morning.. Man he really fucked up, he needed to apologize, and quick. As he stands up, you then appeared in his sight, still wet from your shower and a poor towel to cover yourself, debuting on your breasts and finishing at the base of your tighs.

He picked up the flowers who were a bit ruined and the chocolates and got closer to you, almost a bit, shy..?  He dropped them on the table and looked at you in the eyes.

"listen I'm, sorry for earlier, I didn't know those were from you, I swear I wouldn't had done this if I knew, please, forgive me for my behavior"

You smiled, you had been friends from years, how couldn't you forgive him? Then you looked at nines, who was approaching with a gift box

"I would like to give those to you, as a thankful way and also, for you know, the meaning of this day.." he seemed shy and had blue over his cheeks

"I-I appreciate it guys but, I might gonna change first.." you putted your towel up, almost half of your breasts were out, they blushed and nodded as you got into your room to change, you then came back, both are sitting on your sofa, looking at you.

"so did you make a choice?" they both said, you then responded

"I don't want to make one"

Both males looked at each other, wondering if you already had someone in your heart or if, you just didn't like them, you then spoke again

"I actually want both of you"

They were, quite chocked by your statement

"what, how??" managed to say gavin

"well, I like both of you, for many different reasons so.., what do you both think about it?"

They looked at each other again then back at you, nodding.

"we can try" finally said nines, you kissed them both on the cheek and then sits in the middle, putting the TV on to watch your favorite show, one of their hands in yours.

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Oml I just can't get rid of them 💕 I love my pooks

(1491 words)

[realsapphicswife]

Why The Gun?

Lorraine Broughton x Fem Spy!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Violence, Guns, Lorraine crying, SMUT +18, Praise Kink (R Receiving), Oral (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Aftercare

A/N: Phone Calls are Colored and in Bold!

Unfortunately, Percival is still alive

There needs to be more stories on my girl, I'm just saying

What started off as a simple mission, turned into me pacing back and forth in my room at 3 am, rethinking my entire life.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

All I had to do was gain Lorraine's trust, so that I could lure her into the trap Percival had set up for her...not fall in love. I knew his patience was running thin and my time was running out.

Percy: What is taking so long? You already have her wrapped around your pretty little finger, don't you?

Me: Yes, but-

Percy: But what?

He could tell I was hesitant to answer. A moment passes and he finally realizes why I've been stalling.

Percy: Oh...don't tell me you've gone soft?

Me: What? No-

Percy: She is a frigid bitch and it's only a matter of time till she catches on and kills you

She wouldn't.

Me: I know that

Percy: Then do your god-damn job, for fuck's sake!

His loud voice causing my to flinch against the phone.

Percy: Or I will

Me: No!

I just knew he was smirking on the other line.

Me: I mean...I'll do it...tonight

Percy: Good

He says, hanging up on me. Fuck.

I curse to myself. I couldn't let him hurt her. I would never be able to forgive myself, if he did. I had to make a choice. It was now or never.

Taking in a shaky breath, I dial her up. With each passing second, I felt the dread in the pit of my stomach growing worse. What felt like an eternity of the rings looping over and over again later, she finally answers.

Lorraine: Hello?

Me: Hi

I do my best to disguise the fear in my voice, as the tears in my eyes begin to gather.

Lorraine: Hi, darling

She greeted sweetly.

Me: What are you up to?

Lorraine: Just going over some files

Me: Mhm

I respond, wiping off a stray tear that managed to escape.

Lorraine: Are you alright? You seem off

Me: Yeah! I'm okay, I was just wondering if you were free tonight. I, um... I just miss you and I'd love to get some dinner. It's kind of been a hard day

Lorraine: That sounds wonderful, but, are you sure you're okay? I could always stop by, if you need me to

Me: Yes, my love, I'm fine. Just stressed about work

God, did it hurt like hell to lie to her again. I know that's all I've been doing this entire time, so I should've gotten used to it, by now...but actually getting to know her and seeing past the cold front she put forth, subsequently made my heart melt.

I'd been a spy for years and never once has this happened before. I've killed, I've lied, I've stolen and all those times, it was like nothing to me. I never felt guilt or shame for any of it.

Until she came along and turned my whole world upside down.

She was the first to show me any sort of kindness. Kindness I'd never experienced before. It wasn't just the way she would listen to me rant for hours and hours, while still having a smile on her face or the way she would hold me, as we laid in bed together.

It was everything.

The little compliments she'd use to make me blush, the way her hands were always intertwined with mine, the random kisses she would press to my lips and forehead, the look of pure admiration me time she saw me.

She was the closest to heaven I'd ever get. I didn't deserve her and I knew that.

Lorraine: If you say so. Just know it's really no trouble

Me: I know, thanks

Lorraine: What time did you have in mind?

I tell her to meet me at the restaurant we always went to at 7 pm, before wishing her goodbye.

Lorraine: See you then, sweet girl

She says, before I hang up.

~

I spent the next few hours leading up to the date getting showered, doing my hair and makeup and getting dressed, while simultaneously wiping away the tears that would escape every now and then. Was this really how it was going to end? Was this my karma for all the lives I've taken? My punishment for all the things I've done? I'm not saying I didn't deserve this...but I didn't think it would hurt this much.

I grab my gun and sheathe into the thigh strap I put on. If anything were to go wrong, I had to be prepared.

I head out of my apartment building and hail a cab. I hop in and within 15 minutes, I finally arrive at the location and make my way inside. Percival should be at the wrong address, three or four hours away.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it. She meant more to me than my own life and I no longer cared. The plan was to tell come clean about everything and give her enough time to escape without being seen. If she wanted nothing to do with me afterwards, I would have understood.

As long as she was safe, that was all that mattered. Would it rip my soul to shreds? Yes, but she deserved better than this, better than me.

I walk in and see her in a booth by the windows. She looked as beautiful as ever.

She looks up and greets me with the same soft smile that got me into this mess in the first place. I could feel my heart shatter with every step I took closer. I take the seat across her and she leans in to kiss me.

"Good evening", she says,

Pressing her lips to mine, before sitting back down.

"You look beautiful", I say,

She smiles to herself and takes my hand.

"Says you"

That. That was one of the many things she did that made my heart swoon...and one of the many things that would soon break it. We order our food and spent the next hour just eating and talking. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her, before potentially losing her forever.

"Do you remember that trip we took to Paris?"

I laugh and almost choke on my wine.

"How could I forget? We got stuck in the elevator on our way up the Eiffel Tower for an hour", I remind,

"But we made the most of that time, didn't we?", she replies,

Talking about the little almost-tryst we had. We could never keep our hands off each other. The more I thought about it, the more cowardly I became.

I couldn't do it. It was too wrenching. I know how selfish it sounds, but she was all I had. I wouldn't know what to do without her. That's when I came up with an idea. It was insane, but maybe insane enough to work.

"What if we ran away?"

Her eyes widen at my words.

"What?"

"Think about it. You're constantly running away from something and always in danger"

She sighs and shakes her head.

"Wouldn't it be nice to just...slow down and find happiness"

"I already did", she admits,

Making me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

"You"

I could feel the tears in my eyes start brewing and I knew I could break apart

"(Y/N)", she calls out softly,

Cupping my cheek.

"What's wrong-", I interrupt her with a kiss,

How could I go on without this? The feeling of her against me and knowing that I was the only person that had that privilege. I eventually pull away and take her hand in mine.

"Let's get back to your hotel, hm?"

If this was the last night we spent together, I had to make the most of it. We get the check, pay for the meals and head out. Her hand perfectly intertwined in mine, like pieces of a puzzle that were meant for each other.

Before we could get a taxi, she playfully pins me to the wall.

"You are insatiable", I chuckle,

"It's just what you do to me", she teases,

Before leaning down to kiss me. My hands go around the back of her neck and hers take a hold of my waist. Our tongues meet in spiraling embrace.

Everything else around us disappeared and it felt like we were simply floating in the air. The only thing I could focus on were the butterflies that swarmed around inside me. I felt one of her hands free my waist and trail down my hip. The moment I feel her reach the handle of my gun, my heart stops.

Her eyes widen, as she reaches for it under my dress and quickly pulls away to point it straight at me.

"Lorraine-"

"Why the gun, (Y/N)?", she questions,

"It's not what you think"

"I'll ask one more time...why the gun?"

Her eyes begin to fill with tears.

"This wasn't how I wanted you to find out", I say,

Just as Lorraine was about to unleash her anger on me, a bullet ricochets off the wall, causing us to duck. We look over and see Percival getting out of his car.

"Broughton!"

My heart drops seeing the two guards following behind him. He looks over at me and shakes his head.

"I should've known you were too weak for this", he mocked,

"Go!", I yell,

Taking her hand and making a run for it.

We reach an unfinished building and one of the guards shoots the gate in front of me, as I fall to the ground. He grabs at my leg and use my free foot to kick him across the face. I leap back pack up to stand and he goes to strike at me, when I block his punch and elbow him in the nose.

Lorraine looks over and the other guard manages to sneak up behind her.

"Lorraine!"

She turns around and gets punched in the stomach, making her double over in pain. I return my attention back to the man trying to kill me and I find him reaching for his gun. I go to grab it, but he wraps his arm around my neck instead.

We struggle for a bit, but I throw my head back and butt him in the nose.

Once I was free, I use the gate to hoist myself up, as I wrap my legs around his neck, before propelling my body downwards to sweep him off his feet. The moment I hit the ground, I reach for the gun and shoot him point blank between the eyes.

I check my surroundings and can't find Lorraine anywhere. I hear a groan and the impact of a hit coming from the building. I look up and see Lorraine still fighting off the other guard. I climb over the fence and dash up the stairs. He now had Lorraine pinned up against the wall with a knife to her throat.

"I want to make it hurt", he says,

With the most bone-chilling grin on his face.

"Not in your lifetime", I say through gritted teeth,

I pull the trigger and the revolver was empty.

"Shit"

He goes to lunge at me, but Lorraine pulls him back by the collar of his shirt, as he turns and stabs her in the shoulder, causing her to yell out in agony.

The anger that overtook me seeing him hurt Lorraine filled me with enough adrenaline to run over and knock him upside the head with the handle of the gun. The impact hard enough to make him fall over. I give him a good kick to the stomach, before getting to Lorraine.

"You mind if I borrow this?", I say,

Taking the handle of the knife in my hand.

"Do it", she exhales,

I nod and rip it out of her, making her groan through her nose.

I turn back to the guard and flip him onto his back.

"This is what happens when you fuck with the wrong people", I say through gritted teeth,

Pulling his head up by his hair.

"No no no-"

Before he could plead anymore for his life, I slit his throat, cutting off his sentence. I finally release the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and got back on my feet. The relief I felt was short-lived, when I remember Lorraine.

I look over and find her leaned up against the pillar.

"Shit", I whisper to myself,

Making my way over to her and examining the wound on her thigh.

"We need to go"

"Broughton!", Percival's booming voice echoing through the hollow building,

We turn and find him standing by the stairs.

"Well...isn't this just precious?", he mocks,

"Fuck you", I breathe out,

"You already have someone for that", he says,

Looking over at Lorraine.

"Unless you don't mind me joining", he grins,

I shake my head in pure disgust.

"But enough about all that nasty business...this is where it ends for you two"

I glance behind him and see the guard I just killed laying right by the edge of where a wall was meant to be. I turn back to Lorraine and immediately knew she had the same idea.

I get up and charge towards him. He shoots at me and I dodge it, before lunging at him, as he tripped over his guard.

Just as I was about to follow him over the edge, I get pulled back by arm and fall on top of Lorraine. For the first time this evening, I was truly at peace. Getting lost in the oceans that stared back at me.

"You've never looked more beautiful", she says,

Her eyes pouring into mine, making me scoff to myself.

"Even when I'm covered in dirt and blood?"

She wipes off the debris from my face, making me blush.

"That just makes you sexy", she teases,

As I bite back a smile. I stand up and gently helped her onto her feet.

"Careful", I warn,

Wrapping an arm around her waist.

We climb down the stairs and go to leave, when we hear coughing coming from behind the building. We went around and find Percival impaled by a rod that was meant to support a beam. I sigh through my nose and go to walk over to him, when she stops me.

"(Y/N)-"

"I have to do this...or it will never end", I say,

She reluctantly lets me go and I make my way over to him. He looks over at me and laughs.

"You lovesick puppy", he chokes on his blood,

"You're pathetic", I reply,

Shaking my head.

"I almost feel sorry for you"

"Sorry for me? Please. I'm not the one slumming it with the snake I was meant put down"

I take the dagger out of my pocket and plunge it into his heart, watching him gasp his final breath.

The nightmare I've been living in for years was finally over.

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Once we made sure he was really dead, we head back to my house, where I was now cleaning up her wounds and bruises.

"Done", I say,

Securing the bandage around her thigh.

"Thank you"

"You don't have to thank me, my love", I assured,

"But I do", she disagrees,

Taking my hand into hers.

"You saved my life tonight"

"But I also put it in danger"

She shakes her head and bends down to kiss me.

"You've made mistakes, who hasn't? I mean I know I have", she admits,

"You chose to risk your life to protect me...that's all that matters now"

Her hands cup my face, as the tears in my eyes began to gather.

"I love you, (Y/N)"

"I love you too", I reply,

Leaning up to press my lips against hers. This kiss was different than the other ones we've shared. It was needier. More desperate. With everything that just happened, I wasn't surprised. I could've lost her forever and it would've been my fault. If Percival couldn't kill me, that surely would.

Her hands find their way around my neck and pulls me even closer. My lips trail from her cheek to the side of neck, leaving marks at the sweet spot behind her ears.

I could feel myself getting wetter with each passing second and listening to her breaths grow raspy and uneven only added to the heat of the moment.

She takes the opportunity to reach behind me and pull the zipper of my dress down. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, leaving me in just my underwear and bra.

I begin taking her clothes off and proceed to kiss down her chest, when she stops me.

"Wait"

"Is there something wrong?", I worry,

"No, it's not that..."

My eyebrows quirk together in confusion. That was until she pulls me up onto the bed and carefully moves to situate herself between my legs, as to not hurt herself any further.

"You're hurt"

"And this should cure my ills", she teases,

"But-"

"I just need to enjoy you right now...is that alright?", she muttered breathlessly,

After a brief pause to contemplate, I eventually give in and nod.

"Lay back for me"

I do as she says and make myself comfortable against the pillows. She gives me one more peck, before kissing her way down my neck and unhooking my bra and exposing me to the cold draft that plagued my house.

"Fucking perfect", she mumbles,

Licking up at my nip and sucking at them, as I whine at the contact.

She grips at my other mound and uses the pad of her thumb to rub circles around them. She always knew just what to do to have me melt into nothing but putty in her hands.

"Fuck"

Making her chuckle against my warm skin.

"I'm trying", she teases,

She moves her attention to my other breast and looks up at me through her lashes. God, was she perfect. Once my buds were standing at attention, she finally makes her way down to where I needed her most.

She helps me out of my underwear and her eyes land on the glistening mess that was waiting for her.

"Such a sweet girl. So patient for me", she praised,

Sending a chill up my spine. She looks back up at me and rubs up and down my hips.

"Can I taste you?", she questioned,

Almost pleadingly. I nervously chew at my bottom lip and nod.

"I need to hear you say it, darling"

"Please, I need you", I begged,

She gives me one last look, before putting an end to the torture once and for all by diving into my slick cavern and licking up the wetness.

A gasp escapes me and my fingers intertwine in her silver locks.

"Just as sweet as you look", she hums against me,

Before wrapping her lips around me needy bundle of nerves. Her skilled fingers work up and down my slit and eventually push into me. Moans and whimpers spill out like prayers from my lips, as she continued her ministrations on my g spot.

It wasn't long for the knot in my stomach to tighten and the sweat to start dampening my skin. The whole room filled with the smell of sex and pathetic cries of my greediness wanting more.

Everything she did and every praise she mumbled only inched me closer and closer to my climax.

She adds another finger and I was on the verge of tears from how good it felt. Less than a few moments later of her thrusting, it was almost impossible to keep fighting back the orgasm that was threatening to wash over me.

"You're so close", she groaned,

"I am!", I cried,

"Do it for me, darling, cum for me", she demanded,

That was all it took to push me over the inevitable edge. I came with a a scream and released all over her tongue and chin. She licks every last drop, before crawling up my body and crashing her lips onto mine.

"Do you taste yourself?", she whispers,

I giggle against her and nod.

"Good"

Once I wipe the sweat off of her forehead, I carefully help her onto her back and she lays my head against her bare chest. Laying in the soft silence, I take a moment to catch my breath whilst listening to the steady beat of her heart.

Even after everything that's happened, she still found it in her heart to treat me with the same softness, as she always has. This was where I was meant to be. In the arms of the woman I loved most without a care in the world.

Wait...Love. I loved her. She was everything I could ever want and need. Her daunting beauty, her compassionate caring heart that only I could see past the cold exterior and the way she would hold me like I was the only thing that mattered.

As her hands caress the expanse of my back, I found the courage to finally say what I should've said a long time ago.

"I love you, Lorraine"

Her gaze leaves the ceiling and falls upon my doe-eyed stare.

"What?"

"You don't have to say it back yet, but...I thought it was only fair that I tell you how I really feel"

A beaming grin creeps onto her face and she kisses me once more.

"I love you too"

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Meat and Greet 3: I'd fuck you

Warnings: murder, smut, oral sex (m and f receiving)

Part 2 Part 4

An: yes more smut lol, smut below the cut! Also Spencer in wig and makeup!! 🤭

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I awoke, not feeling the warmth of Spencers body I sat up slowly. I noticed I still didn't have the hand cuffs on. I sat there in bed for a minute letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, and secretly hopeing Spencer would come back to bed. I stayed sitting on the bed for a moment or two after my eyes adjust to the darkness then I decided to get out of bed and decided to explore abit.

I exited the room and looked around I could see the bathroom ware Spencer and I had showered, besides the bathroom and the bedroom I had slept there were a few other doors on the upstairs of the house. I assume they are other bedrooms and decide to go down the wooden stairs.

I reach the bottom and I immediately see the living room ware I passed out in, a little off to the side I see the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and there's a door, I put my ear to it and hear talking it sounds like it's coming from a far away hallway or maybe a... basement! As I come to the realization it's most likely a basement I hear screaming coming from the other side of the door.

I slowly grab the handle and begin to as quietly as possible open the door. I see more stairs and a faint light coming from the bottom. I take a deep breath before beginning another descent down steps.

The screams become louder and louder as I reach the bottom and I peek around the agape door way. I watch as a man tied up in a chair wiggles and squirms attempting to brake free from his restraints. I notice he has blood running down his face and body. Before I can get to deep into thought, Spencer comes into my line of view. He is now wareing a pair of jeans and a long blonde wig? Spencer got closer to the tied up man I note Spencer has a knife in hand as he slits the man's throat.

I gasp loudly and I watch as Spencers head snaps my way. He's face soffen. And with this lighting I can tell he is also wareing lipstick and eyeshadow. "How was your sleep my love?" He asks not sounding bothered by the dead person sitting not even a foot away from him. I dont respond instead I back away from him shock and horror very prominent on my face. He drops the knife and walks towards me. Im frozen in place I can't move. He gets right in front of me. "Don't be scared love." He reaches his hand to coress my cheek and I flinch away from his touch. "I would never hurt you" he reassures me. "I just saw you kill a man Spencer how do I know if I'm not gonna be next?" I say my eyes welling up with tears. "Oh love I could never hurt you! He was a pervert that prayed on young girls. I would never do that to you I love you!" He pulls me in to his embrace also covering me in the still warm and sticky blood. l hug him back and we stand there for a bit before I speak again, "so whats with the wig and makeup?" I giggle while wipeing my tears. Spencer laughs. "Well I just kind do this when I killing." "why?" "Do you not like it?" Spencer questions. "No! I actually like it..." I blush. "Oh, do you like when I ware make-up?" He traes. I feel my face get more red.He started to kiss me, pushing me up against the wall behind me, then He kissed my neck and all the way down until he was in- between my thighs

He looked up at me, his eyes so full of lust that I could feel myself getting wetter. He lifted my leg and put it on his shoulder, then pushed his tongue inside of me. "Ohhhh God, "I moaned as he licked my clit

He sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I grabbed onto his hair (well the wig) and pulled him closer to me. He slid two fingers into me and started fucking me harder and faster.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came hard, screaming his name as I did.I opened my eyes slowly, still trying to catch my breath. His head was resting against my thigh, but his hand was still buried inside of me.

He looked up at me, smiling. "That was amazing." He said. "But we're not done yet." He pulled me off the wall and took my spot. "Come here." I walked towards him, still feeling a little dizzy from the orgasm.

He was now in front of me and motioned for me to kneel in front of him. "Now it's your turn."

I smiled at him and knelt down in front of him. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it. It was already rock hard. "You know what to do." I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth.

I ran my tongue around the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Then I licked down the entire length, taking more into my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him. I knew he liked it when I deepthroated him.

I kept sucking him, making sure not to forget any part of him. I wanted to make him cum fast. I didn't want to stop. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started moving them up and down.

I could hear him breathing heavily. I increased my speed and heard him gasp. I knew he was about to cum. I sucked even harder and felt him tense up. He let out a loud groan and filled my mouth with his cum.

I swallowed every drop. After he was finished, I looked up at him. "I love you." He smiled at me. "I love you too."

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 6

-Please Pick Up-

Warnings: eventual smut, fluff, and lots of angst. Billy is an extremely soft boyfriend to y/n

Love confession time from both sides!!!!!

In the Y/n pov, there are some quotes from some of my poetry work, so please enjoy and see how i'm such a hopeless romantic.

Also, it is set several weeks later from the last chapter, so there has been major secret friendship development. Felt if I wrote all that. It would have dragged.

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*Billy's POV*

The lawn was trashed with empty kegs and red solo cups, toilet paper littered the trees and house, the smell of sweat, alcohol, weed and throw up was a stale scent everywhere I went while loud music seeps through every corner of the rooms.

Drunken students everywhere, some who I had never seen before making out with each other, random teenagers picking fights with each in the backyard and in the living room. I scoff.

I didn't want to be here. I would rather be with Y/n. Parties didn't feel the same after the last party with her, and her not being here it was boring.

Mumbling in disgust, I avoided people as I best I could, especially escaping from girls that try to throw themselves at me. While I was in thought, a junior bumps into me.

"Watch where you are going, you little shit," I angrily say as I grab his collar, lifting him off the ground with ease.

"S-s- sorry man, I didn't see you there." He says with fear in his eyes.

"Whoa now, Billy, give the loser a break and take a swig of this stuff that Heather brought." Tommy says as he come stumbling through the living room.

"Just don't do it again, nerd." I release him, and he fell to the floor.

"S-sorry again." He said as he ran for his life.

"Tommy, I'm gonna head out, I'm tired of this shit show." I say.

"Dude, you're drunk. You can't drive." He states.

"Fuck off I'll be fine I've done it before remember?" That was the last thing I say to him before I slam the front door.

The drive was longer than I thought. Maybe I should have sobered up some. I pulled to the side, noticing a payphone on the side of the road.

I was thinking about calling Tommy to come pick me up, but he was more inxoticated than I was, so I rang the next best person.

*RINGING*

"Hello?" A tired female voice spoke.

"I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel."

"Billy, are you drunk? What's wrong are you ok?" Her voice was filled with concern.

I shook my head like she could see it.

" Yes, I'm drunk, and no, I'm not ok, I have to tell you something that you don't want to hear.... I wanna be more than friends."

"Hargrove, where are you? Do you need me to pick you up? She asks.

"I'm at the old warehouse, but please let me get this out." I plead.

A small "ok" was only said.

"I need your hands on my body, I need your eyes only on me, I need your smell to engulf my senses, I need your lips on mine. I need to be with you physically and mentally. You're my breath. you're my lifeline in this miserable world. I swear my fucked up thoughts get calm when you stand by me. I feel your eyes on me all the time. The feeling always goes down my spin like electricity. Please tell me you will be mine. Tell me are more than overthinking stolen glances." I finally breathe.

*silence*

"We both know I'm just scared to really date you, but you have me mesmerized. I want to be yours." Was the last thing she said before I heard the dial tone.

*Y/N POV*

Hanging up, I run out of my room, almost killing myself on the stairs. Grabbing my dad's spare Ford Escort keys, I'll thank him later, but now is not the time.

"Love can sometimes be painful. Still, it was the only thing I had ever known when it came to him. All my love I had for him, the only person who gave me butterflies was him. Day and night, all I could think about was him. The only person I couldn't imagine my life without..... was forever him." I think to myself as tire screeched on asphalt.

"Please still be there, I'm going." I plead.

Turning the corner, i saw his Camaro still there. He was sitting on his hood with his head down.

"Thank god" I say.

Billy's head whipping up upon hearing my car, screeching to a stop. His eyes were wide when I tackle him to the ground. "Hmpf," he weezed.

Giggling a "sorry" while placing my thighs around his hips. We are lying in the soft grass.

"William Hargrove, let me explain... your hair, muscles, and body were never that I fell for you harder than before. Sure, they helped, but it was your personality that you've shown me these several weeks. The personality that lies beneath these ocean blue eyes, your captivating voice that melts my insides. The life behind your smile was the reason I fell in love with you all over again. It's like I'm walking into heaven when I see you." I say, breathing heavy.

"I love you, you asshole." I laugh.

Staring up at me, his grip on my thighs with his large hands tightened slightly with my words.

"I love you too, baby girl." His voice breathy as he leans up to capture my lips with his. The kiss was soft but slightly possessive.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He officially asks.

Nodden my head shyly "yes"

"Use your words, princess." He smirks.

"Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend." I say.

He captures my lips once more, feeling the love pour into the kiss leaves me lightheaded.

As I got off of him I stuck my hand out for him to take. "Let's get you into bed, baby"

"Ugh, don't look at me like that, you idiot, you know what I mean." I scoff.

"Not my fault you look so good right now in your sleep clothes." He laughs as he heads to my car.

"He's unbelievable." I thought following behind him.

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[lediz-watches]

Hazbin Hotel Pilot (kinda)

Yeah, I'm either three years late or three months early, but I'm here now and I'm documenting this for the sake of posterity, because SOMETHING is going to come out in January and the internet deserves to laugh at it.

Finally watched the pilot about a month ago. Loved it. Love the songs. Love Alastor because of fucking course I do. Love Angel Dust despite myself. Want to watch Charlie's story. Love it all. Am addicted to the fan songs. (One hell of a team and Radio Play are currently on repeat in my soul.) Hate fandom already. Miraculous Ladybug eat your goddamn heart out. No matter what happens, some part of the audience is going to hate it.

This post is actually more about why, than the pilot itself.

Before I get into it, I have to admit something. It's pertinent, I promise.

When Twilight was a thing, I heard all the hatred for it and believed it, but my sister was into it and I believe in giving everything a shot, so I read it too, expecting to hate it. And spoiler alert, by the final book, I LOATHED it. I literally had to stop myself from throwing that stupid thing across the room at least twice. But before that final book, I was so foolishly impressed.

Not by the writing, especially, but by what I thought it was doing. Because I looked at the characters and what I thought they were, and I thought that was so cool and subversive. An eternal teenager who was made a vampire against his will by a loving father figure. An immortal stuck in the body and emotions and hormones of a seventeen year old. And he falls in love for the first time. Could you IMAGINE anything worse? And a girl who swans (hah. Unintentional) into a new town and a new life, who also falls in love, but grows out of being seventeen. And there were these parallels! Romeo and Juliet! The fourteen year old trying to escape a life she didn't want, swept up in first love with an older lover! The idiot nineteen year old who's so desperate to Live His Life that he kills himself over a summer fling! THE PARALLELS, MY FRIENDS.

Yeah, I... I misinterpreted that one a little.

But this is the thing that we so often do with TV shows (and book trilogies....). We are watching and consuming something that is not complete, and in doing so we make assumptions and cling to things that may not actually be there. Edward was not an eternal seventeen year old, and Bella was not a normal girl growing into a young woman. It was a terrible, trashy, vaguely Mormon-propaganda teen romance that probably started as a Labyrinth fanfic, don't @ me.

(I love Labyrinth by the way, please don't come for my head)

Now, with Hazbin Hotel, and especially with Alastor, fandom is doing that in several different ways. Some of the fandom want him to be Evil Incarnate, here to corrupt the innocent and pure-hearted Charlie. Some of the fandom want him to be Bugs Bunny With Teeth. Some of the fandom (ie, I) want him to be Creepy Good and/or Do Evil Unto Evil (because that's what Louisiana Voodoo actually is, and it's so cool and I want to see a show do deals-with-the-other-side-for-good well andandand). Some people want him to be weak, some people want him to be super powerful, I would find it super interesting if he's super powerful because he's sold his soul to some greater power that's just using him to manipulate Hell... (today I was thinking about What If Lilith Is The Mastermind????)(also, ask me about my idea for a plot where he's actually a pawn to Heaven's worst)

No matter what happens with Alastor, some part of the fandom is going to be FURIOUS.

Now, for me, yes he's my favourite character from the Pilot, but the most important thing he does is provide a foil to Charlie, who is 100% the main character, and SHE is what's going to make or break the show for me.

Because the way I'm reading HER is that she's a preppy little private school girl that wants to save the whales and feed the children in Africa. She's taking gap years, she's doing voluntourism, she's holding charity balls for the homeless, she's taking cheesy photos in front of Homes She Built For The Kids and then gushing on Instagram about how she was hashtag blessed and got to feed the elephants.

The story I've read in this pilot, and the story I'm interested in, is that private school girl getting absolutely slapped down, so she can build back up into an actual good leader; stronger and better than her parents never even tried to be.

For me, the story I'm interested in, is all of the characters learning that redemption and goodness isn't some goal to achieve. It's a path. And sometimes, you find it only in the people around you. You shouldn't be good to get into Heaven, you should be good because you want to be good. Because you want to be there for your friends. It's about choice, and who you want to be. You make your own Heaven.

And to that end, I don't want Alastor to be the Evil Saboteur. I just want him to be her foil. Her equal and opposite, in every way that matters.

I want him to be evil only to those who deserve it, but be incapable of seeing himself as anything but worse still, even while everyone around him knows he's actually on the right team. The inverse of Charlie's arrogant light and hope.

I want him to push her, to challenge her, to be constantly watching and mocking and I want it to be a constant struggle between which of them is right or wrong about the sinners. I want them to represent the two sides of western religious ethics - the carrot and the stick. Be good so you're rewarded, or be good because torment awaits those who aren't. I want them to end up a platonic but perfect team, leading Hell's sinners out of this eternal struggle to survive and into afterlives they actually want to live.

But I don't know if that's what we're going to get. There are so many ways to read the second half of the pilot. Alastor rolling his eyes when Charlie tells him no voodoo, only to immediately offer a deal? The fact that Charlie, who effortlessly warps reality with her song, can't fix up the hotel or feed anyone, while Alastor, a supposedly mere human sinner, completely transforms everything with a few clicks of his fingers. The way Alastor treats Husk and Niffty - the way they respond to him! Niffty barely acknowledges this guy who we all assume owns her soul, and there are whole essays that could be written about how Husk responds to Alastor in general.

And outside the two of them, these characters are all so good! Angel Dust. I am not invested in his story (we've seen it before), but I ADORE him. A character that's so comfortable in his masculinity, and still considers himself a man, even as he wears women's clothing and works in a feminine industry and suffers a traditionally feminine tragedy. And he's so deadpan and snarky and horrible and I LOVE HIM. I'm not invested in his story, but I WANT TO WATCH IT.

Sir Pentious. What the hell is up with him? I must know more. I must cringe and groan and see him fail and then get back up to fail again.

Vaggie. What is she doing in Hell? HOW DID SHE DIE? How did she hook up with the king's daughter? Why is she signed onto this endeavour that she clearly doesn't really believe in?

I NEED IT.

So yeah. I will probably be disappointed, but god damn am I looking forward to this thing.