#he really is such a sweet guy to his fans

[lovrre]

Agreement prt1

Art Donaldson x Fem black reader

Warnings: cursing, infidelity(kinda), slight smut (fingering) sub ish Art. Slight he loves her more trope, needy Art and probably some other stuff

Word count: 2k

Summary: Despite being engaged to one of the top and richest tennis players in the US, you feel unfulfilled. But everything changes when you transfer schools and meet Art Donaldson, who just can’t quit you.

Author note: GUYS GUYS, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. MY WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDD, But I’m finishing all my requests and unfinished fics soon so stay tuned. 😚

Sitting on the bed in your brand new silk pajamas, you found yourself distracted, just like you had been the day before and the day before that. You played with The edge of the book you were attempting to read,mindlessly repeated the last sentence over and over in your head trying to retain anything. The loud television and the whirring of the ceiling fan only added to the chaos. Plus the freezing cold air conditioning of the hotel room made it impossible to concentrate.

In a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of focus, you clumsily reached for the remote, hoping to silence at least one of the distractions. your eyes falling on your fiancé who was sleeping peacefully, his dark hair all messy, in his crisp white t-shirt that matched perfectly to the expensive hotel sheets, he looked so sweet,so innocent. You thought if he slept more, maybe everything could work out

Mike slept while snuggled into your side. Like he often did when you two shared a bed, You had attempted to remove him several times but every time he ended right back at your side so you gave up, In any other scenario his action would seem romantic but they only made you feel worse than you were already feeling. In an effort to relieve some guilt you liked to reminded yourself your engagement was never out of love but business. But then again the line did blur in the beginning of your relationship. Before you left for Stanford, you and Mike got caught up in the act of pretending be in love.

After that you could never really tell real from fake with him, he didn’t like you talking to other men. He’d shower you with really expensives grift but then leave town and not answer your calls or text for days. But when no one was watching he’d try to hug and kiss you. The whole thing was confusing, You had known idea how he persived your relationship but you knew You Felt guilty, without all the technicallys, you knew that you still lied,

The people ate up the role you and Mike played. occasionally you’d have to leave campus and go out in public holding hands or sharing kisses in the rain. But it was all for show, at least on your end. Your Dad made sure to reminded you That, it was the love sick tennis player in love with his coaches daughter that sold tickets. kept the stands full of women hoping to catch the world win romances in action. Also Brought in a large number of his clientele. He promised It wouldn’t be forever unless you wanted to be. And Really how could you complain? 20 years old engaged to One of the wealthiest and most talented tennis players in the world and he wasn't bad looking either. Before all this, you weren't too keen on love anyway, so what were you really missing out on?

~~~

Ten months before

Patrick serves but Art's attention is elsewhere. The ball zooms past Art for the second time, prompting Patrick to turn around and finally see who's behind him. His gaze lands on you, playing tennis alone on a smaller court. The sun shining off your smooth, glistening skin, and your pink tennis dress gracefully flowing with each jump and run.

"Oh, I get it," Patrick chuckles, glancing back at Art. "She's hot. You should talk to her, maybe offer her a lesson. She could use it," Patrick suggests, looking back at you as you let another tennis ball from the machine fly past you . "I think I've seen her somewhere before," Patrick mutters, tapping his racket against his leg.

Still in a daze, Art jogged over to your court. "Oh, you're serious," Patrick murmured watching as he went over to you following closely behind him. "Hi," Art greets, slightly out of breath walking up to the net. "Hi?" you respond, slightly confused, giving him a small wave.

"Are you new here?"

"To the school or the court?" You ask

"Both."

"I'm new to both” you say a little breathless wiping sweat from your forehead.

“I just transferred," you explain.

"Where did you go before?"

"A small community college in Virginia."

"What about tennis?"

"You have a lot of questions," you laugh, tapping your tennis racket against your leg.

"Im just curious “Art jokes.

"I'm just doing this because my fiancé is a tennis player. I thought I'd try to learn," you reveal.

“Finance?” Art questions.

“Yep”

“ how old are you like 20?”

“ actually 19, I turn twenty in a couple months”

“And you're getting married?” Art asked clearly dumbfounded

“Yes” you laugh at his forwardness

", is he a pro or college?", Art asked, assuming the answer would be college.

“Pro," you replied, letting your curls fall freely from your hair tie. Art couldn't help but admire how beautiful you were,too young to be tied down

"Anyone we would know?" Art asks following you as you walk over to the bench with your tennis bag. "Hmm, maybe," you hum, sitting down to tie your shoe. "Mike Fitts."

"Your fiancé is Mike Fitts!" Patrick exclaims a little too loudly. "Mhmm," you confirm, starting to tie your other shoe. "If Mike Fitts is your fiancé, why are you here?"

"Are you referring to the court or the school?" you ask, looking up at both Art and Patrick.

"Both," Art and Patrick respond in unison.

You chuckled as you stuffed your tennis racket into your bag. "Well, whether I'm engaged or not, I always planned to graduate college. And Mike is too busy right now to teach me, so I'm trying to teach myself."

The two of them nod in understanding as you stand up. "It was really nice meeting both of you, but I have class," you announce, throwing your tennis bag over your shoulder. "By the way, it would be great if you guys could keep the whole fiancé thing on the down low. I'm trying to keep it as quiet as possible for now."

"Yeah, no problem," one of them replies.

"Of course," the other adds.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it," you say giving them a small smile before turning around to leave the court.

just as you're about to walk away, Art calls out after you, "Wait! You said you're trying to learn, right? we could coach you if you want” Patrick gives him a look and Art ignores it waiting for your response.

You pause, considering the offer.

”the both of you?” you asked gesturing between them. Art gives you a nod. at that moment The risk didn't seem too big so you said

. "Sure," with small shrug

"How about tomorrow at 12:30?" you suggest, checking the pink Bvlgari watch Mike got you.

"Perfect," Art responds with a shit eating smile

“Ok see you guys ” you laugh walking out the court

~~~~~~

“Yeah see” Patrick says reading a newspaper. “Olympic coach, Dylan yLn, Daughter engaged to Olympics gold medalist Mike fitts” Patrick reads next to a photo of you and Mike smiling as you showed off your huge

engagement ring. “She wasn’t bull shitting”

“Let me see” Art says grabbing the newspaper. “She didn't have on her engagement ring when we saw her...” Art trails off

“You can't be serious” Patrick laughs

“What?”

“She’s engaged Art, not to anyone either,” Patrick leaned in on the table so only he could hear. “she’s engaged Mike Fitts!”

“I didn't say anything,” Art defends

“ you don't have to” Patrick says stealing a fry off Arts plate plopping it in him mouth.

”I know you,”

~~~~~

After that day, everything seemed to blend together. Art and Patrick dedicated themselves to training you throughout the weekdays for three entire months until you got tired of it and decided on once a week. You told Mike you found a coach but never told him who. Since they were kinda the only people you knew in the entire school, the three of you grew close fast. You started going out to bars and parties together. you had your most memorable college moments with the two of them. And then, your birthday arrived. Patrick had left for some torment and it was just you and Art.

You two were just having so much fun that night. On thing led to another And before you realized it, the two of you were constantly having “fun together”. It didn't matter where - in the dorm, in the shower, or even on the floor. It was bad, but you two couldn't stop

Trying to clear your mind you Let out a sigh. you carefully remove Mike from your side sitting up to taking a sip of you're water on the nightstand. Trying to ignore the ache of your core. This is how you spent every night away from him, needy, uncomfortable. You heard a knock at the door which almost caused you to spill water on yourself. You Quickly put your drink down and run to answer it before the person could knock again careful to be quiet not to wake up Mike.

You swung the door open to find Art standing there, hair slightly damp, with huge smile on his face. "Are you out of your mind?" you whisper, stepping out of the room and shutting the door quietly behind you. You can't help but notice his thin athletic hoodie and gym shorts. Slightly wet clinging to his skin as if he just stepped out of the shower.

"It's past one ,"Art huffed out , his voice filled with urgency and desire as he leaned in for a kiss. his hand gently cradling the side of your face in the process.

When the realization of what was happening washed over you, you pulled away, but still stayed close enough to feel his breath against your skin. "Art," you breathed out, eyes darting down the hall to check if anyone saw. Your hand instinctively found its place on his strong chest, you savored the feeling and the look of your manicured nails there, not knowing when you be able to do it again.

"I like these," Art hummed, playing with the hem of your pajama shorts. He rolled the fabric between his fingers, his big hand gracing you thighs in the process. The little touch sent shivers down your spine. You somehow composed yourself pushing him away gently with your index finger, creating some distance between you two.

He looked at you with sad eyes like a rejected puppy. "Mike’s sleeping inside," you whisper, worried someone could hear. "What does that mean?"

There was a long pause as you carefully choose your next words. Art stared at you intently, trying to decipher your expression. "You slept with him?” Art asks, as if he already knew the answer.

"No, I didn't sleep with him!” You whisper yelled, “He just showered and fell asleep," you explained,

"What's bothering you then?"

"I feel guilty."

"You didn't feel guilty at Stanford."

"Mike wasn't at Stanford."

“You care about Mike's feelings now ?" Art's asks furrows his brow, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and hurt.

" I don’t know… he’s been nicer lately and were supposed to be married in three days”

“You’re actually thinking about going through with it?” Art asked the hurt now evident in his voice.

“There’s nothing I can do now, I signed contracts, this isn’t just about us anymore I’ve told you this”

“What about the private investors?”

"That's just a 'what if,' a perfect 'what if,' but we don't even know if he's seeing someone."

“ If I win tomorrow?”

“Art If you win are lose tomorrow it doesn’t change anything, my Dad expects me at the alter on Sunday regardless, nothings gonna change that”

“But you don’t love him ”

“ I could” your words come out more a question, maybe a hope. “I loved you?”

“You love me” Art corrects

"There's too much at stake now, Art. This is my father's career. We don't come from money, this is all he has."

“You honestly believe this will ruin his career?”

“It could” you reply with a small shrug your voice cracking slightly.

“It won’t” Art response

“You don’t know that”

“ Don’t do this ” Art whispered closing the small space between you. He sounded so tortured, like he was pleading with you.

you hadn't realize it but tears welled in your eyes Threatening to spill any moment. When You blinked an a tear fell down your cheek. Art tenderly brushed it away with his thumb. The stress of the last two weeks had finally caught up to you. “it wasn’t supposed to be this hard” you murmured, your voice barely audible, tears streaming down your face as Art wiped them away.

“Do you love me?” his questions sounded genuine but you knew, he already knew the answer. ”more than i’d too” you joke, using the back of your hand to dry your eyes.

“Then let me make you feel better,” Art whispered leaning down so he was directly above your ear.

“You’re right about what you said earlier, Mike wasn’t there at Stanford”. He paused for a second moving a piece of your hair out the way, “I was,” he hummed brushing his face against yours “just me and you” he whispered leaving a trail of kisses on the outside of your earlobe down your neck. Causing Your breath catch in your throat .“We had fun right?” Art question, his voice deep and breathy causing you to instinctively press your legs together as you leaned back against the door. “Art” you mumble trying to shake the sexual haze that was swirling inside you.

“I missed you” he whispered his free hand slinking up the side of you short griping your thigh, hiking your leg up slightly. “So bad…All day”

“we can't” you manage to breathe out unconvisingly.

“I’ll beg,”

“Art” you warned

“I’ll do anything baby” he mumbles leaving slowly kisses on your neck. “Anything you want me to” he says kissing under your chin. “ I need you” he hums kissing down your neck, ”don’t you need me?” Art asked kissing below your ear. You don't respond giving small nodd biting the inside of your lip. “Can I hear it?” Art asked, the way his voice sounded so desperate, Damn near whiney had you looking for friction. ”I need you so fucking bad” you basically moan pushing your body against his.

“I love you so much you don't understand” Art said smiling against you cheek. sliding his free hand down the front of your shorts. He rubs his fingers through your folds collecting your wetness on his fingers. You throw your head back with a quiet moan, quickly biting your lip to silence yourself. “Fuck your so wet” Art groans before pulling his hand from your shorts, sucking his fingers clean like it was second nature. You clenched around nothing at the sight.

“I missed that taste” he groans returning his hand to your heat. “Can I make you cum right here” Art huffed out peeping down the hall.

"Yea,” you breathed out, nodding your head feverishly. He could have asked you to drive to the moon in that moment, and you would have said yes. Art slowly pushed two fingers inside of you creating a medium pace before bringing his thumb to rub your clit, you moan lifting your hips to meet his fingers. “Fuck I could eat you out right here” Art groaned watching you Practically fuck yourself on his fingers. “Promise me you won't ever let him see you like this” Art goans leaving kisses on your collar done. “this is mine”

”You can bearly hear a word he's saying the feeling of his thumb on your clit and finger damn near touching you cervix was too much to bear. “I’m gonna cum” you moaned out grabbing Arts shoulder hard in an effort to ground yourself. “I can feel it,” Art breathed pressing his forehead against yours. He presses down harder on your clit causing you to buck into his fingers, letting out a loud moan You cum. his movement don't falter, he continues to pump them in and out while still rubbing your clit until he feels like you've finally had enough.

he removes his fingers from your pussy returning them to his mouth. “I’ll never get tired of that” Art laughs leaning in for a kiss, you return it, taste yourself on his lips. He gently places you leg back on the floor and you stumbled slightly grading his shoulder for balance. He instantly goes to your waist holding you steady. “You ok?” Art ask slight consern on his face. You don't respond afraid of what your voice would sound like after an orgasm like that.

You nod with a smile and Art led you to the hotel room directly next to yours, pulling out a key card from his pocket with a grin.

“You didn't,” you exclaimed as he opened the door.

“I did,” he replied, motioning for you to enter.

“How did you even know our room number?” you ask, stepping inside.

“I have my ways,” he answered, closing the door behind you.

“How did you afford this?” you asked, looking around.

“Are you going to keep ask questioning or are you going to take of your clothes” Art laughs , watching as you sit on the bed.

“You first,” you countered, settling back .

“Yes ma’am,” Art chuckled, starting to undress.

~~~~

Morning arrives and you found yourself back in your original room. Mike was in the bathroom getting ready while you fix your dress in the mirror of the bedroom. As you adjust the straps, you notice a hickey you hadn't seen before, one you forgot to cover up after coming back last night. You laid your hair over it and walk towards the bathroom to retrieve your makeup bag, slightly tripping as your sore legs gave out on you. "You good?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I think I'm just sore from tennis practice," you say, reaching past him to get your makeup bag.

"You know no one expects you to play," Mike laughs while drying his hair with a towel. "I'm not doing it for anyone, I want to learn," your words come out more offended than you intended. "I just mean you could spend your time doing something else."

"Like what?" You respond plainly, walking out of the bathroom back to the mirror. "Like calling your dad and asking him what time he'll be here," Mike says from the now open bathroom. "Is your phone not working?" You asked rhetorically, pulling out your concealer . "I don't want to fight today, okay," Mike Replies sternly, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. "This is a big match," he mumbles while running his toothbrush under the water.

"I thought you said it was going to be 'nothing,'" you chuckle dryly, applying the concealer as his face was turned. "It is, but from what your Dad's been saying, he's been getting good. So I'd like to be on my A-game and not have you trying to start shit."

"Whatever you want honey" you respond, quietly laughing in disbelief. He had resorted right back to his old ways,How could you ever agree to marry someone like him, someone so vastly different from the man you spent the night with.

~~~~

soon as you and Mike were finished getting ready, your father called you to come downstairs to join him for breakfast. You and Mike both stood in line, slightly overdressed, picking out your favorite breakfast items. Mike only getting avocado and toast due to his strict diet. Suddenly, you heard a familiar laughter and turned around to see Art chatting with your father near the entrance. Your heart sank as your father motioned for you both to come over. After dropping off your plates, you and Mike walked towards them, feeling Mike's hand slip around your waist.

"I'd like you to meet someone," your father announced with a smile, putting his arm around Art's shoulder. "This is Art Donaldson," he introduced, "the man I'm competing against today." Mike stated extending his hand for a handshake, and Art reciprocated. Your stomach churned at the sight. "This is Mike, you know him, he's also my daughter's fiancé." Your father says with a smile.

"Stressful, huh?" Art jokes. "Oh, you have no idea," your Dad replies, laughing. "You're both at the same college, right? Stanford?" your Dad asked, nodding towards you. “maybe you could try your luck at training her because I just can't get through," your dad jokes. Art's eyes rake over you, as if looking at you for the first time. "It be my pleasure" Art smiles, looking directly at you. You to discreetly warn him with your eyes but You notice Mike's grip on your waist tighten, clearly not pleased. "Actually, I've been training y/n already, she's improving every day," Mike says, planting a quick kiss on your head.

"Really?" Art inquires, trying to keep up the act to the best of his abilities. "Monday through Friday," Mike replies with a smug grin. “How do you manage with your Busy schedule?” Art asks tilting his head to the side slightly in the process.

“You find time for the people you love,” Mike says with a fake smile. You had to physically hold back your laugh. But you played it off as wiping your face. He had taken a line straight from media training. Silence filled the air as the two have a silent conversation with their eyes.

“Well I wanted to introduce all of you, as I will officially be coaching Art starting next fall,"

Your Dad says in an attempt to break the tension. But it only makes it worse, Somehow Mike's grip on you tightened even more, now you were concerned he’d leave a bruise . "When did you make this decision?" Mike asked, his face showing no emotion but you could tell he was angry. "two weeks ago, and I've been waiting for the right moment to properly introduce you two. I know the timing is awkward with the match, but it's better to do it now than later."

Mike doesn’t say anything giving an expressionless nod. There was another awkward pause before you decided to speak up. "It was nice meeting you…Art?" you trail off , purposely sounding unsure. He nodded with a knowing smile. "But our food is getting cold," you joked, trying to escape the suffocating tension. "I wouldn't want to keep the couple from their food," Art said, while a smiling again only looking directly at you. You wanted to scream, he was being so obvious and the way Mike was already acting, you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it. "You two eat, I have to go handle some things, I won’t be long" your father said, gesturing for you and Mike to sit at the table before walking off with Art.

Once the two of you sit back at the table you feel caught. "I don't want you near that guy," Mike says, taking a sip of his coffee. You roll your eyes and stab at your scrambled eggs. “He was basically eye fucking you the whole time, and it doesn’t help that your dress is so tight”

“I think you forget sometimes this isn’t real,” you reply, taking a bite.

"Lower your voice," Mike warns, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

"You didn't care about it being real when you accepted the gifts," he scoffs, "or in Virginia."

"It was once, Mike. And every day, you make me regret it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You don't get to control me just because you buy me shit. Anyone can buy me shit."

“I told you i’m not doing this with you today” Mike laughs dryly standing up from the table. "I'll see you later, okay babe?" he says a bit louder, forcing a fake smile as he plants a kiss on your head before walking away. You try your best not to flinch when he touches you. Once he's gone, your phone buzzes, and you glance down to see an unsaved number. It's a text from Art.

“meet me at the restaurant next door in 20, alone.”

Author note : GUYS FEEL FREE TO COMMENT I LOVE READING COMMENTS

[silkythewriter]

Hello! Can I request alastor x reader where the two were married while they were alive, but reader died via illness or something and went to hell (though they never partaked in the cannibalism) and the reunite in hell?

“I'll love you 'til I'm dead”

Warning!: Angst, but eventually fluff! A bit of OOC since I haven’t written in awhile.. (.,.)💧

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note: LONGGGGG TIME NO SEE, HIYA! IM SO SORRY FOR MY HIATUS OF SORTS BUT I FELT LIKE WRITING SUM SMALL ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I apologize!, I hope you guys enjoy and I’m so sorry for disagreeing yet again!.

Summary!: Spouse! Reader dying via sickness, but reuniting with alastor in hell.

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Louise (Louise)

I'll love you 'til I'm dead

Louise (Louise)

Not even if she likes the way you dance

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First of all, he cherished you to the fullest content. As stuck up as he seems to be smile and all, he was in desperate need of support and attention. And you supplying both of those was all he needed even if he didn’t say out loud the tender touches and moments you both shared alone was enough to tell you everything.

Your relationship was nothing less then sweet and tender, and depending if you knew of his..ahem..little side hobby, it was innocent as well!

He cared for you so deeply, so desperately, to the point where you became his tie to humanity. Of course he knew how to play a role of a sane man, but even then he needed you to tie him to the small humanity and sanity he had.

Although not a big fan of physical affection himself he would in private of course, indulge in your soft touches, and hold. He and there he may quietly slip next to you just so you could softly run you fingers across his skin.

But of course the unviable happen, as the world ripped him of what he held so dear. Maybe as a punishment for his sins and misdeeds, or simply because it could.

Of course in the 30’s medicine was far from advanced, not only that but expensive. So when the news arrived of your newly found sickness all he could do was smile and nod at the doctor as if he wasn’t receiving the most dreadful news.

At first, he genuinely did hope for a recovery, he believed you would get better. Sure a tiny voice in his head was feeding him scary thoughts, and his gut twisted and turned. He felt something was off but surely it was nothing!, right?.

But as your health deteriorated so did his mental state and sanity, even worse then it once was. He put up a front though, for your sake and his, comforting you and saying how you’ll be fine soon, and recover then both of you could go off and do something you always wanted to do.

At some points of repeating this it really turned into him assuring himself. That your not leaving him, no, not anytime soon.

The more you fell ill the more you watched him spiral infront of you. And all you really could do was stare at him with sadden eyes as you gave comforting touches against his cheek or holding him close, even if you could barely pull yourself up from the bed you laid.

You felt your time coming close to ending, and somehow so did he. But unlike you he denied it to the fullest extent.

“Please dear don’t speak of such things, don’t worry yourself. You’ll be fine you’ll see!, now just rest my dear”

He wanted to believe it’ll pass over anytime now, ignoring the doctors he spent fortunes on. And sometimes he does blame them even if they just told the truth. He hated how they couldn’t help you, how he couldn’t help you.

So the day of you passing was the day he lost his final tie to humanity. If not for you, why give such a nasty world mercy?.

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The minute they lowered your casket and buried you with the dirt is also the day he decided to amp up his murders.

He’s not sloppy with his murders their always calculated and tidy but grossem. Even with this, losing you he couldn’t concentrate which didn’t help his case as his blood lust grew and grew.

Each and every murder his mind went blank, thoughts of you kept flooding in that he desperately wanted to rip from his mind.

If a woman that wore you same fragrant passed him. She would be gone in a matter of days.

Nights were colder, harsher, he always assumed karma would catch up to him, but to him not you.

He often questioned what happened how did it happen. How did you even get such a illness?, and why did it have to be you?. We’re you in heaven watching him in his pitiful state? Was there even such a thing?. If there was…he surely wasn’t going to see you he knew where he was damned to go, but you?, he was sure you deserved the Pearl-ist set of wings.

Depending on the days, months or years following your death, he’s like a ticking time bomb.

He yearns for you in such a way he’s humiliated at it in a way. He misses you desperately, widowed too soon, he always assumed it would be you to be in this position, but he assumed wrong.

Even then he couldn’t tell if he could subject you to the twist of his heart and guts. He would beg to die before you, but the pain he feels now is something he would never want you to feel.

Following thoughts of your death was also his. Would he get to see you soon?, one last glance before being damned?.

He never truly moved on, cause you were his only love. Loving someone for him atleast, was rare in a romantic sense.

At some point he genuinely does just continue his murders till his death, maybe it was your passing that truly killed him. After your passing he was a bit hasty, maybe that’s what lead him to be shot in the woods. But who truly knows?

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Now, after his death is where everything truly came together.

His rise to power was fairly quick killing overloads one by one gaining more voices on his radio.

But the lingering feeling of hope stayed in him…maybe you were here? Waiting for him?, But at the same time he hated this life for you, in such a miserable and disgusting yet admittedly amusing place(at least to him)

Now depending on how you found him maybe the minute his radio debuted. Or maybe by a game of telephone by the residents in hell whispering rumors and describing someone all to familiar to you.

Either way! You guys do eventually find each other. By chance or destiny is up to you

The minute he spots you, hears you, even senses you, he freezes. His smile never flattering but static surrounding the area as he processes what’s happening. Is this some sort of trick?, how..how did you end up here?

In a matter a seconds though he’s in front of you, looming as his shadow grows in suspense.

He holds his appearance and self image very important but in this tiny moment of silence. He lets it slip even if just a bit, smile never faltering but I’m his eyes a glimpse of renewed joy. Genuine joy, not form the harms of others but from something warm…something bitter sweet.

Maybe it’s you who pipes up snapping him from observing you like a painting in a museum.

“See?” You said softly grabbing his hand gently like you used to do, as you softly brought it to your face and softly planted it on your cheek. “I’m real” you said with a soft smile (SILENT HILL REFERENCE!!¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Depending on where you are he’s quick to whisk you away to somewhere secluded.

Despite the questions on his mind all he can do is silently stare at you taking in ever detail, even if some changes here and there, you were still you. The you that he missed so desperately for all too long.

Even if not one for physical affection he’s quick with holding you, scared of you being taken from him again, taking in all he can.

Your so much more precious then he leads on, and he’ll be damned to second hell if he loses you again.

In the period of first meeting you again he is keen on keeping an eye one you 24/7, doesn’t matter what powers or how long you survived without him in hell. He can’t risk it, especially not now as he started accumulating enemies so quickly.

He’ll treat you like it’s your first time dating, of course in his old time-y way, but either surprising you with flowers at random times of the day, or watching you get giddy when he kisses the crown of your head.

Now that he knows, and felt the pain of losing you, every moment you have together form than on is cherished more than before. He remembers every day with you like the back of his hand, what you ate, what you said, what you wore, and more!

He know’s…he knows he’s a messed up, and vail man. He understands the gruesome things he’s done with little to no regret. But if he did in somehow and some way do good, something good to earn you back in his afterlife man is he greatful for it.

Some nights he does just stare at you. He’s scared, he will never show it but he is. If he loses you again, for eternity, he’s not sure what’d he do with himself. And that, the fact you weight so heavily on him is the second scariest thing, first being losing you.

Over all, he’s taken aback having you back, but he gets use to it very quickly, your soft comforting touches and your voice that brings back a flood of memories is something he will never forget nor let ago, he isn’t losing you this time, and he’ll do anything to make sure of that.

ꕥ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼ꕥ

WOW THAT WAS LONG, I LOVED WRITING IT THOUGH OH MY GOSH I LOVED THIS IDEA, PLEASE REQUEST AGAIN!!! \(^ヮ^)/

[togamest]

hello! I’m so happy to see more wind breaker content it feeds my fan girl soul. may I request suo hayato sleeping headcanons please? a million thanks if you do 🫶

-> sleeping angel | 708 words. gn!reader, really just fluffy nonsense.

author’s notes: i feel like this guy just doesn’t sleep, and he’s not a napper, so when he does nap/sleep, that mf is EXHAUSTED. it’s tiring telling white lies every day :/ LMAO, enjoy!

I have a strong feeling that Suo is not a big sleeper. He doesn’t really seem to get tired, and he’s always on alert even though he makes you seem like he’s not. It’s so hard to creep around him, because he’ll pop up with a smile on his face and a “where you going, darling?” falling from his lips.

He does sleep with you at night, of course, but you’ve noticed he spends more time staring up at the ceiling instead of curling up with you and falling asleep. His brain gears moving are so loud for you that you end up barely sleeping, too worried about him and what he could possibly be thinking about. You don’t comment on it at first, as its really not your place, but as your relationship gets more serious, you can’t help but ask.

“Why don’t you sleep with me at night?” you blurt out over dinner once. The silence that follows has your face reddening in embarrassment, looking down at your food to avoid Suo's gaze. When you do look back up, he’s staring at you with an appreciation that makes your heart flutter. He closes his eyes with a smile, his head slightly tilting to the side. “How did you notice?” he asks, and you sigh, your fork clinking against the plate as you lean back, arms folding across your chest. You didn’t want to tell him this, but he’s driven you to it, and you need to be honest; your sleep is being affected. “I can’t sleep with you thinking so loudly,” you say, gently, as if worried he’ll snap at you, “and I want to know what’s wrong. You know, so I can help you. It’s okay to ask, Suo.”

His eyes go wide, then, and the smile drops to an expression of shock. It’s almost like he didn’t know that you were up all those nights, because you hid it so well. That, or he was too busy thinking about himself, as usual. “I’m sorry,” he says, reaching across the table and grabbing your hand, “I just don’t sleep very well. I get nightmares and I don’t want to wake you up.” He looks genuinely upset that he’s wrecked your sleeping schedule, and that expression is something you can’t deny. You sigh, squeezing his hand. “Alright. But you need to start sleeping. I don’t care if you have nightmares, I’ll help you through them. I’m here to help you, okay? Please don’t forget that.”

His nightmares, you discover, are horrendous. He’s constantly sweating, cursing under his breath, twitching and squirming; but you’d rather him go through this than not sleep at all. You often curl around him, petting his hair and kissing his forehead, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You know he can’t really hear you, but feeling him relax into you, eventually, is more rewarding than anything else. He doesn’t talk about the subject of them, and you don’t need to know; he’ll tell you when he wants to.

Now that he’s sleeping better with you, his nightmares not occurring every night the longer you snuggle with him and take care of him, he doesn’t nap much anymore. Although, sometimes you’ll find him on the couch, his phone at risk of falling out of his hand, a silly video of Sakura and Nirei playing on it. His gentle breaths fan against the hair falling into his face, and you brush it out of the way as you press a kiss to his forehead. He’ll smile in his sleep, too; he knows it’s you.

You have so many photos of him sleeping in odd positions when he does end up taking a nap; one of them is him curled up in a chair like a cat, another is him spread-eagled across the couch leaving a fraction of space for you to sit to watch a movie, and yet another is him sleeping on a bus with you, cheek pressed against the window, eyelashes flat against his cheeks. You rotate them with your phone home screen wallpaper; the Furin boys eventually take notice, but say nothing. Suo would have their heads if they did; you are his exception.

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[venusblakes]

jealous!fwb!bellamy blake that ends with smut?

— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓯riends with benefits ◞ bellamy blake !

◟ ☆ ݁ ⋆ ꒱ sneaking away with bellamy during a party.￨female reader x bellamy blake . mild language, smut smut smut, unprotected sex !

authors note, hi baby, i am so sorry this took me forever to get out, i hope it’s as good as you were hoping! <3

you’re seated on his lap, your legs spread slightly with your head hung back over his shoulder, the soft music from the common room down the hall over shining the whiny and breathy moans that were currently falling from your half parted lips,

the mixture of his hot breath fanning on the side of your neck along with the way his fingers lazily thrusted in you, was making your body feel faint and your brain feel fuzzy

“please,” the word fell from your lips in a desperate whine as you arched your back up from his chest, attempting to get his fingers to go deeper,

bellamy chuckled lightly to himself and brought his lips down; littering your skin with light and gentle kisses across your shoulder, causing goosebumps to arise all across your body

the thought of being caught with him in such a vulnerable position was now long gone; all you could focus on was him, his lips, his hands, his words, everything about him.

bellamy’s fingers slowed, making you let out a disappointment whine; “gotta make this quick baby,” he huffed, “the party’s gonna end soon.”

and with that he pulled his fingers out and you sighed, leaning back against him, taking a mental note to get him back for that later

he brings his hand back around to the zipper of his slacks, undoing it and leaning further back against the black leather couch, while you lean forward and slip your panties down from your knees and off your ankles, tossing them on the side of the couch next to you.

you feel as he maneuvers you to where you’re now laying with your back pressed against the leather; with him standing between you.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down, pressing your lips to his softly. bellamy kisses you slowly while shoving his pants halfway down, too eager to remove them fully.

bellamy finally free’s his cock from the restraint of his pants, and he’s grateful that he’s already halfway hard, he jerked it a few times before pulling away from you, sitting up so he’s able to line up his cock with your entrance,

you watch with half-lidded eyes as he slowly lets a string of spit fall from his lips down onto your pussy, using cock to spread it around,

bellamy lifts your leg and places your calf on his shoulder, leaning forward and slowly pushing his cock in, the stretch of him still stinging no matter how many times you’ve slept together;

bellamy’s movements were slow, his hands holding a firm grip on your hips as he thrusted into you - and if it weren’t for the loud music blaring from the speakers in the common room down the hall you surely would’ve been caught from the sounds of your sopping cunt alone,

“bell-” you wrap your arms back around his neck and pull him down, connecting your lips to his, the kiss was sloppy but neither of you really cared

“fuck-you feel so good,” you moaned, lowering your head to watch as he slides in and out of you,

“yeah? better than that prick you were talking to at the bar?”

you nodded, “so much better,”

the man he was referring to was someone you had seen a few times around camp but had only recently started hanging out with

the guy was sweet and sensitive, he treated you like a first priority, and he genuinely wanted to have something real with you, he was everything that bellamy wasn’t, and although you weren’t in a relationship with this other guy, you still felt bad leaving him alone to sneak away with bellamy,

but that guilt soon subsided as his tip brushed against that soft spot deep inside of you - and you’re left pressing your thighs together, which makes him let out a breathy chuckle,

“too much for you?”

“oh, just-shut up and fuck me”

bellamy smirked slightly, and tightened his grip on your hips, continuing his thrusts at an even pace, you cry out to him, “so, so close.”

“make me cum, bell,” you pleaded with him as the knot in your stomach tightened, and bellamy brought his hand down, between the two of you and pressing his finger against your clit, circling it softly, you whined and arched up into him,

“please, bellamy,” you plead, clinging onto him as your toes curled.

bellamy brought his head down, kissing your neck, “i’m gonna cum.” you breathe, as your nails dig harshly into his shoulders,

“that’s it, come on baby,” he says, his words sent you over the edge and you finally let go, throwing your head back as you let out out a mixture of moans and heavy pants,

he’s buried in you til the hilt, his thrusts softening as he brings you closer and closer to your climax, the feeling is so soft and intimate, that it almost feels as if you’re in love with one another,

you bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily as the pads of his fingers on your clit speed up - “mm, fuck.”

you clench around him, letting the knot in your abdomen finally snap, mewling lightly into his skin as you huff out a few whiny breath as you cum around his cock

he breathes out your name softly and moves to press his lips against your shoulder, his cock twitches inside of you and as if your orgasm triggered him, white spurts of his cum filling you to the brim

as bellamy rode out his high, you struggled to catch your breath, eventually though his thrusts still and he sits up, and very gently removes your leg from his shoulder, bending your knee whilst placing your foot down on the couch, he chuckles softly seeing as your legs trembled, he’s gentle as he spreads your thighs apart softly and pulls out, eliciting a soft whimper from you at the sensation.

your head fell back against the leather as your chest heaved up and down heavily as you tried to slow the race of your heartbeat, bellamy sat back slightly and brought his hand to the top of your knee, rubbing it gently which made your stomach flutter - such a simple gesture and yet you were getting all giddy like a school girl with a crush

“kiss me.” you mumble, bellamy’s lips curl upwards as he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours your hands slide around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair whilst tangling your tongue with his

you let out a soft moan as his hand glides up the side of your thigh, squeezing it softly,

“give me a minute,” you breathed, bellamy laughed against your lips, “sure baby.”

[nightgoodomens]

Hi! I loooove your blog and your love for the guys. 😄 I was at the Proud Con in Germany on May 5th and David was doing two Meet&Greets and I was in the second M&G. I asked him what was the worst and best thing about filming GO. When he was talking about the best thing he said: „[…]The fact that there are now people in my life who weren‘t before. You know, I knew Michael a little but now I can‘t get rid of him! 😄 And that wouldn‘t have happened without Good Omens! […]“ He was so sweet and so kind to all of us and really enjoyed his time with his fans. At one point I brought him his dinner. 😂 But that‘s another story. Thought you might like this little story. 🙂

You’ve just made my day 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thank you so much for sharing this with me!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

David 😭❤️ He’s a diamond ❤️

[larsnicklas]

What is that people don't understand about Barky?

eh i think it's less that he's misunderstood as it's.... idk. that he flies very under the radar by choice and tends to be overshadowed by flashier personalities. on purpose. i guess if there's one thing i'd say — with the caveat that none of us know the guy personally! — i don't really think he's shy at all, which is how he was described a TON when he was younger. he speaks when he has something to say and has always had yappers in the leadership group to balance things out lmao. but he's so funny!!! and tbh the older he gets the more he lets his personality show on camera i think lol

i, a longtime nicke enthusiast, am used to basically all of this and even drawn to these traits, and therefore voraciously consume every longform sasha interview/piece that is available to me in order to kind of get a grasp on what makes the guy tick. here are a few of my favorites + a few highlight videos for fun!

SASHA MINI PRIMER ⬇️ aka an incomplete but lovingly curated collection of required reading/videos/essential moments below the cut!!!

📰 Sushi With Sasha: Barkov jests that all being captain really means is, “I have to open my mouth sometimes.” [...] The fact Barkov cracks wise about his quiet ways, though, is in line with a defining characteristic — knowing how to pick your spots, both with the puck and one-liners. “Yeah, that’s exactly it,” says Pittsburgh Penguins defenceman and fellow Finn Olli Maatta. “Definitely not the loudest guy in the room, but when you get to know him he has almost like a sneaky sense of humour.”

🎥 32 Thoughts: Barkov Reminisces About Panthers Magical Playoff Run (he is so cute in this. hair fluffy. smiley. sweet.)

📰 Q&A: Sasha Barkov is home in Finland and discusses his love of chicken wings, Jaromir Jagr and the Miami Heat: How fast does that car go? Well, 65 is the speed limit, right? So, 66. But I think it would hit 200 if you really pushed it.

🎥 Aleksander Barkov Shootout Goals But They Get Increasingly More Impressive (what it says on the tin)

📰 The NHL’s new Patrice Bergeron? Panthers’ Aleksander Barkov fits the bill — ‘He does everything right: Affable as always, Barkov, despite his short offseason, looked noticeably more jacked than he’d even been during the Panthers’ tremendous playoff run. He smiled and extended his hand before discussing his motivation to captain the Panthers back to the spot that had been so grueling to get to in the first place.

📰 Barkov Keeps His Cool: It’s right after one of those long days of work at the rink in November that Barkov, known better around the locker room as “Sasha,” has me on his car’s speakerphone as he works to traverse through a bit of traffic around rush hour. In the background, vehicles can be heard zooming and honking around him. But just like he does on the ice, the Panthers captain is keeping his cool. As he maneuvers through congestion with his foot tap dancing on the pedal, he doesn’t talk much about his extension, but rather of the first time he attempted to traverse the highways of South Florida as a fresh-faced, 18-year-old hockey prodigy during his rookie season in 2013.

🎙️/ 🎥 The Hockey PDOcast Episode: Aleksander Barkov's Defensive Impact and How He Does It (analysis of barkov as a player with accompanying video clips)

🎥 Panthers Celebrate Captain Aleksander Barkov (this video is so fucking funny to me because joe t.hornton just talks for ten seconds about how big sasha is. which. yeah real.)

📰 Dwyane Wade crashes into fan at Heat game -- Panthers star Aleksander Barkov: Barkov said he would like to see Wade at a Panthers game this season. The Panthers play at BB&T Center in Sunrise, which is 35 miles north of AmericanAirlines Arena, where the Heat play. Barkov predicted Wade would get a standing ovation from Panthers fans and said he wouldn't let boards stop him from trying to see Wade during that game. "I'll try my best to fly over him," Barkov said.

🎥 Ask Me Anything | Aleksander Barkov (this is where he says his dream golf quartet is his ex bf his current work wife and his dilf mentor)

📰 Q&A with Sasha Barkov: Fast cars, Miami sports and his first move as NHL commish: Yeah, the palm trees were cool and he really liked the ocean. But he also liked to drive. To do that, he needed to head to the DMV and get himself a Florida driver’s license. “I don’t have a car but I have the license,” Barkov said during his first training camp with the Panthers in 2013. “I failed the first time because I didn’t understand the questions.”

🎥 Laine and Barkov go to town on Finnish chicken wings (literally just a minute long video of them eating chicken wings LOL)

🎥 ALEKSANDER BARKOV VS. PAVEL BARBER | HockeyShot Shootout Challenge! (silly trickshot video... fans throw rats at sasha and he's like thank you :D... it's like an artificial sheet on the beach, sasha is very cute)

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 05/19/2024

Three weeks in a row. I should play the lottery, I might hit for some big money!

Nerdie, please. We think it’s fine that you play the lottery, but have you done much this week?

I will have you know, that I worked three 12 hour shifts in a row, one of which I was the charge nurse. Something I’ve never done before and only had a 4 hour class once. The person that was supposed to be training me was not there so I just did trial by fire. I also worked this weekend. 

Though the highlight of the week was Friday night!

What? You had a hot date? Good for you!

Huh? This is Nerdie you’re talking about, no. Not at all what happened. I got to see Hozier live in a concert! It was wonderful! I might still be singing all the songs, have played them for my coworkers and that one guy whose room I was in for 30 minutes getting him cleaned up and bed changed should know a fair bit of “Almost (Sweet Music)” and “Something New.” I think I also had a brunch with my family this week somewhere in there.

We have so many questions…did that man even know what you were singing? Is he now a fan? How was brunch? How did you even find out about the concert? Why wasn’t that the first thing you said?

Sometimes you gotta bury the lead. Brunch was with mama Nerdie and two of Nerdie’s brothers. I have three total. I’m the only girl. The concert was magical, I’m trying to figure out something for September but it’s likely sold out. I think I really lucked out last Friday. 

Nerdie, do you have anything fanfic related? We’re happy to know you’re doing well. We wonder sometimes, but you know, this is Tumblr.

This week will be a bit different. I did a lot of reading last week but this week, I didn’t read much of anything except beta reading for a couple people. So Nerdie will highlight some series she thinks you should peek at:

Symphony by @maggiemayhemnj (A wonderful series featuring Joel - who is having a moment with his new hair by the way. I did notice, how could one not? Has Joel and a female OFC in post outbreak Jackson.) Fun fact - one of my patients called me symphony so it’s going to be one of my many aliases now.

If Wishes Came True by @schnarfer (A Dieter Bravo trilogy. Our beloved trash panda is many things and has many expressions, some not so great. Can it turn into something worthwhile?)

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Pike - being the sweet man that he is. The OFC is a photographer. Love blooms. It will give you warm fuzzies and you’ll sniffle. It’s totally fine to do so.)

Bloody Kisses by @perotovar (Shane Morrissey and Tim rockford are the combo I was not aware I needed and now I think about them. The longing, the realization, the understanding, the build up, and the growing pains. Just read it and you’ll get it.)

IRL by @grogusmum (A sweet Javi G fic. You and Javi have been chatting about your shared interest in movies and sparks fly. So much so that you fly to see him in person. How does that go? Read and find out.)

These are five series I’ve read, loved and will read again because I enjoy them. I hope you all do too. 

I believe I did post a Dieter one shot for the Dieter Bravo Brain Rot May challenge about aliens. 

Also @fhatbhabiee back! 💖💖

I was tagged by people for WIP Wednesday through Saturday so I’ll do something from my not titled Pero x Dragon fic (look - it was a thought I had and it morphed into this but it’s dialogue):

Darkness is beginning to take him as is the cold. Pero cannot feel his limbs nor tell if he’s moving them. “Hmmpf, you care nothing of your life? Just to let it slip away like this. You appeared to be a warrior of some sort. Do all human warriors lay on their belly and wait for their final breath? Such a pity.” This voice, such torture before death to be mocked like this, couldn’t he have died in battle?  “I’m already in hell only hearing this voice before I die. Goddammit.” The mercenary laments.  “Are all humans fools like this? Why will you not heed my words? I am not trying to reach you for simple vexation.” “Stop with your flowery words then. Say what you actually need. I’m not going to listen to you the entire time before I leave this earth.”

Pero is the type to curse and argue with demons, angels, monsters and Gods if it means he has the last word. I stand by this. Contrary to what this conversation reads like, Pero does not die. His fate could be worse than death, we’ll have to see. 👀

The Peeps who maybe tagged me? @tinytinymenace @connectioneverywhere @magpiepills @604to647 @djarinmuse

@megamindsecretlair and @for-a-longlongtime There are either people I missed or people who didn't tag me. My bad either way. 🤣

I’ve also been toying with which series between my Marcus therapy series and my sweet Javi P series to start posting on Tumblr. I’m not sure which one. Everyone one’s welcome to ask me questions about any of these WIPs, just know I may not stop talking about them like most fic writers. 

I think I do dialogue well in my fics, and wacky ideas, but I could use work on world building, smut, descriptions and other things. I think. Who knows, I'm just going to keep wiring and we'll see what happens.

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie!

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

Indiposed: chapter one (Noah Sebastian fanfic)

18+

Link to the prologue: https://www.tumblr.com/magnificentstrawberryomen/751033862216450048/indiposed-noah-sebastian-fanfic?source=share

chapter one

The hour after me doing Noah's makeup and getting him dressed passed by quickly, and I make my way next to the stage to stand next to Bryan, the band's photographer. We talk a bit before the show begins, and while doing so, I look around me-a full crowd is surrounding us, full of excited fans wearing merch and/or all kinds of alternative styled looks. Their excitement, happiness and nerves all came together in the room, making me feel the same thing as well. The love that everyone shares for the band is so strong, and it's amazing to see and feel.

But when the lights go off, and the intro that the band has put together plays on the screen, everyone goes wild. And the crowd really loses it when the band comes up, making me grin like some proud mother. They truly deserve this, being this appreciated and adored by the people here, because they most definitely are. 

As always, the band does an amazing job, and I sing along with a lot of songs which I do every night, either backstage or sometimes besides the stage like right now. Sometimes a few of their fans recognize me, so I smile and wave at them. It's still something to get used to sometimes, not gonna lie. I am pretty known in their fandom because of the backstage content I share when doing the guys' makeup and styling, or just silly moments in my Instagram-story, and I've read and seen that they really appreciate and like that. It's sweet, and I get a lot of compliments from my work too. 

I can notice Noah sneaking a few glances at me from time to time, and I try not to let it get too much to me-especially when he looks, well, let's say rather good while singing. It's almost like he knows what he knows what he is doing at moments like that… but I know that he is aware how good looking people find him. And somehow, also of me. Asshole.

The show is a big success, a big part of the crowd sings-or scream, my poor ears-the lyrics along from the bottom of their heart, the mosh pits are big and as heavy as it should be at a metal concert, and the band and the people connect so well. I can tell it gives Noah a big rush of energy, because of the way he is smiling, goofing around with the band, jumping and putting his all into the show. It makes my heart all warm, and I again feel so proud of all of them. 

I leave a couple of minutes before the show is over, because that's usually chaos with crowds as big as these. I wait for the band to hand them their towels and guard them safely backstage with the rest of the crew.

Noah, drenched in sweat, is the last member that quickly runs towards me, a big and pleased smile on his face. I return the same smile and hand him his towel, while saying: `That was such a great show!´

He grabs the towel and quickly wipes the sweat off his face, looking at me with the same excitement he had on stage. `Fuck, it was. It was amazing,´ he grinned, running a hand through his damp hair and running the towel over it after.

`It truly was, Noah. You all did such an amazing job, I'm so proud of you,´ I say and his smile only grows bigger, just as the twinkle in his dark brown eyes. 

`Glad to know I didn't disappoint anyone, including you,´ he answers with a sly smile and I playfully hit his arm with my fist.

`You couldn't Noah, you know that.´

`Hey guys, don't forget the afterparty,´ we hear Nick say when he looks around the corner, a playful smile on his lips when he sees us standing together. `We have just half an hour to get ready and to get there, sooo… I don't know what you guys are planning to do,´ he says with a shrug and a grin after, and I grab Noah's towel out of his hands so I can slap Nick against his shoulder with it.

`Hey! Ouch! Just fucking kidding of course,´ he says while rubbing his arm after, but his smile remains on his face.

`Very funny. Don't worry, we will get ready now,´ I answer him while rolling my eyes.

The other bandmates-and especially Nick, Jesus-seem to be very fond of making jokes like that about me and Noah since we grew closer and know each other longer, and I always try to ignore it, laugh along or joke back. Noah usually does the same, but he does seem to enjoy the jokes a little too much sometimes, which can get me a little flustered.

`Hey, Hailey, can I ask you something?´ Noah asks when I scared Nick away with his towel, and I nod. He scratches his neck, and asks me with a kind, little smile: `How about I accompany you tonight? For the party, I mean? Like, that we go together, the two of us?´

It's impossible to say no when he looks like a shy, lost puppy when asking me that. `Yeah, sure,´ I smile. `As long as we make it look professional and friendly,´ I say, and I feel my cheeks turning red after that. `Because it is, of course…´

`Oh yes, of course,´ he chuckles. `Dont worry about it, I'll behave alright,´ he smirks with a wink after. 

For fucks sake, that definitely does not make my cheeks any less red. I still have to fight back my smile though, and I nod. `Alright, I will get changed now, and text you when I'm ready.´

`Yeah, cool.´

`Okay, see you soon,´ I smile. The security and crew make sure we first get to our hotel safely, making sure we don't get mobbed or seen.

Once I checked in my own room, I quickly get ready, stressing just a little because I know I have to hurry. I put on some makeup, do my hair, put on my favorite perfume and a little black dress with that looks good on my body but is also good enough to go out with for a party. 

After I'm sure enough that I'm ready to go, I text Noah that I'm ready and am waiting for him in the hallway that's close to the band members' rooms. I nervously tick with my fingers against my phone case. I always get a little nervous when I go to social gatherings, so I am kinda relieved that me and Noah will attend together, so I won't have to show up all by myself and be all awkward when having to greet people and such.

I spot Noah walking towards me, his hand running through his mid-long hair and smiling at me with a kind and admiring smile. He looks good in his black open blouse with short sleeves, a tank top and tight pants underneath in the same color-of course. 

`Wow… you look really good,´ he says when approaching me, looking me up and down with a genuine grin. I smile back at him, tucking some of my dark wavy hair behind my hair, feeling kinda flustered because of his compliment.

`Thank you. You look quite nice yourself,´ I compliment him back.

His grin widens and he offers me his arm, asking me: `Ready to go?´

I nod, accepting his arm with a small smile, before he leads me to the exit door of the hotel and we walk a small few minutes in comfortable silence through the little cold air.

Once we go through a lightly cracking, heavy backdoor of a almost hidden building (I guess this is some secret afterparty place only known for people in the music and acting scene) and we get checked by a funny looking tall guy with a beard almost coming till his waist, music starts blasting through my ears. The crowded, dark room has a big blue bowl of light on the ceiling, shining through the room onto the dancing people in the room. 

`This is your kind of party, right?´ Noah jokes when he notices the way I'm looking… kinda lost around here. Literally the only people I know here are the band and some crew members, and the rest of the people are all strangers to me. It makes me kinda anxious-I have no problem being social and talkative around my familiar circle, or when I have and need to be professional for my job, but other than that… Yeah, I can kinda struggle and be awkward most of the time.

And that's why I answer him: `Yeah… I do need a drink though,´ I sheepishly laugh, already walking towards a table full of drinks I am spotting.

`Alright, we’ll get you a drink then,´ Noah chuckles when he follows behind me, standing pretty close to me as we pick up our drinks before continuing to walk around and greet some people. The simple gesture of his hand on my lower back when I poured in our drinks keeps replaying in my head, and thank God the room is so warm that the light blush on my face can easily be associated with that. 

We talk a bit with the people we greet or get greeted by (well, they mostly recognize Noah, which is fair), feeling his gaze on me now and then. What makes me stick to sipping… quickly and a lot. Oops. I can’t help it, he makes me nervous like that and I was already anxious, and the drinks are right there for me to grab. So can you really blame me though?

When we continue walking through the room (with me starting to stumble around and dance like a fucking idiot), Noah looks down at me and starts laughing lightly. `So, you are enjoying yourself quite a bit huh?´

`I do, yeah,´ I giggle, and heavily nod while saying so.

`Slow down will you, though? We have been here for only…´ He stops to look at his watch, and then back at me with an amusing smile. `Forty-five minutes.´

`Oh shut up,´ I tease. `Go have some more yourself.´

He chuckles at my sassy tone, clearly finding me being drunk funny. `You know…´ He starts, moving even closer to me now. I gulp. `You should be careful… If you continue like this I might have to carry you on my shoulder back to the hotel.´ His eyes still twinkle with amusement, but I can sense some kind of serious, worried tone in his voice though.

`You are really brave thinking I can’t take care of myself so you have a reason to pick me up and carry me,´ I chuckle and roll my eyes. `I might be a… líttle drunk, but I can still think more clearly than these two,´ I add, and I look at two people standing in the corner of the room, trying to make their way towards the exit while barely being able to stand on their feet.

Noah laughs at that, shaking his head slowly. `Well, I never said you aren’t able to take care of yourself or whatever… But what I meant is that, once you’re way further past this state, you might rethink your decision on going home alone tonight.´ After that he shrugs, adding: `Trust me, I’ve been there.´

`We’ll see, Sebastian,´ I slur and run towards the middle of the room after. `I want to dance first!´ I then yell through the loud music.

When in the middle of the dance room and the crowd, I begin moving my body and hips at the rhythm of the music, my eyes closed, getting a little lost in the moment and the music. It feels good and freeing, and the alcohol makes me forget my usual social anxiety that I would get-I just focus on how good I currently feel and smile.

When I open my eyes again, I see Noah laughing for a bit when he watches me dance. His arms are crossed when his eyes linger over my body, and I gesture for him to come join me. He grins and steps in my pace, moving his hips to the rhythm as well alongside me. 

  `Oh shit my boy got moves!´ I giggle and grab his hips without thinking, pushing them against mine. `I am still the winner here though, watch out,´ I tease and another drunk laugh escapes from my mouth.

An arrogant smirk appears on his face when he puts a little more effort into dancing. He plays along to my game immediately. `Hmm, is that so?´

I smile with my eyes closed when I feel his body getting more pressed against mine, and I hate to admit it… but it does some things to me. When I open my eyes again, I hold his gaze while still moving my hips against his. His smirk only grows wider and he keeps repeating my movements, moving them faster while dancing more intensely with me, keeping his eyes locked in mine as well. 

I feel my cheeks getting hot when his sudden movements make me let out a small whimper-how fucking embarrising. So I just make a little prayer hoping that the music was loud enough for him to not hear that, but we keep standing closer to each other.

`Oh… Someone’s a little tipsy huh?´ Noah softly and playfully says with a hint of flirtation. 

`Shh,´ I say, slightly irritated, but when I see his handsome smile on his face I can’t stay irritated for long. I rest my hands in his neck and press my forehead against his. Noah lets out a soft chuckle, it being like a warm brush of air on my face.

`Is there anything else you wanna tell or show me, little tipsy girl?...´ he says in a flirtatious tone, moving even closer to me, our faces just centimeters away from each other. Oh god. I feel the music slowly disappear around me, my own racing heartbeat and his voice the only sounds filling my red ears. I can’t pretend his words have no effect on me. I can’t even pretend that I’m starting to feel even more madly attracted to him right now-who am I even kidding?

Noah slowly wraps his arms around my hips as he pulls me even closer, his face close to my neck, I can feel the breath going through his nose on it. I close my eyes-my neck is a very sensitive spot of mine, and my body and mind are starting to almost lose it at this point. The desire grows by the second, wishing he would just put his goddamn lips on my skin already. 

Thinking and wishing this is so bad.

And of course this fucker moves his face even closer to my neck, he can clearly tell how sensitive this spot of mine is. His breath is just lingering centimeters away from my neck, and it sends shivers all over it.

`You know,´ he starts, almost sounding seductive to me, `I think you’re more than just tipsy…´

Well he is goddamn right, because I am feeling very drunk right now. `Hmm,´ I just casually hum, ´so?´

`So…´ lingers after an amused chuckle escaping from his mouth. His face becomes even closer, he makes sure I feel my breath gazing against my sensitive spot every time he exhales. His hands are now wrapped tightly around my waist, slightly squeezing my hips. It’s insane how quickly he makes me feel such a strong desire for him and his touch-I almost want to beg him to place his lips right there.

`I think… I think I could make your tipsy night better,´ he finally continues his sentence after what seems to be the longest thirty seconds of my life. 

My body fills itself even more with desire, it screams along with my head that he feels and thinks the same kinda things as I do. I open my eyes again to look at Noah, looking back at me with his damn attractive smirk of his. He’s good at this and he clearly knows it, but two can play this game, right?

`Can you?´ I tease him back.

`Well,´ he says again with a flirtatious tone, his hands squeezing my hips even tighter, his breath still lingering just centimeters above my neck. `Yes… I think I can.´

`Interesting. And when will that start then, exactly?´

I am totally not fuming with a wildfire of need for him while saying that, of course.

`Hmm, oh, well…´ he says in that flirty, attractive way that he is so good at doing. It takes a few seconds before he starts slightly grazing his lips against my neck, almost like a whisper. God-that could almost send me over the edge alone. But I try to keep it cool, and the only thing I do is smirk at his actions.

`Don’t you have a little bit of sleep every night though, because of tour? Shouldn’t you be a smart boy and go rest early?´

`That’s true… We do have pretty long and exhausting tours every night.´ He pauses a few seconds before he continues. `But… I also feel that joining you in your little ‘tipsy’ adventure is just a little too tempting…´

And I almost roll my eyes back out of a response of pleasure when he begins moving his lips against my neck again-this time a bit longer and slightly more aggressively. Dear. Lord. Have mercy.

I bite my full underlip though to contain it all, asking him sweetly: `Don’t you want me to remember it all, though?´

Noah chuckles for a second before he begins speaking again, his lips still lingering and gazing against my neck as he does so. `Do you think you won’t remember this later?...´ he asks me in a teasing tone as he increases the length of kisses on my neck.

I would definitely remember a lot of this later, somehow I’m not the kind of drunk that forgets a lot or has little to no control left over what they are doing. Hence why he has permission to do all of this with me right now.

`Well, you just said that I give you the impression that I am more than just a little tipsy…´ I say with a sly smile, just teasing him back for my own fun. God, his kisses on my neck feel so good, I need to stay concentrated on my act though.

Noah laughs for a bit, it vibrates on my neck and makes my body slightly shake, and I can’t help but smile after his joyful laughter. 

`Alright, I guess you may have a point there…´ he says as he continues moving his goddamn lips against my goddamn neck, with even more pressure as he does so. His hands are still tight around my hips, keeping me close to him as he continues doing what he’s doing.

He makes it so, so hard to not give in, cause what he is doing is extremely hot to me and feels so good. So I bite my lip even harder, and before I slowly push him away from me, I make sure to grind a little against his hips, just to get him back. `I also have to get up early in the morning… This moment was fun though.´

`Hmm, alright alright, of course. And that will all go well while being this ‘tipsy’, you believe?´ he asks after my movement and comment, the grin on his face teasing and daring. 

`Yes,´ I respond, sticking my tongue out after a little laugh. He lets out a laugh himself because of my drunken, teasing act, and I roll my eyes.

`Oh shut up Sebastian,´ I say to him with fake annoyance, my eyes scanning the room to find the exit door. Once I have found it, I gesture to him to follow me, so we make our way towards the door through the sweating and still dancing bodies. My body is filled with excitement and adrenaline, curious to find out where this night will lead us even more than just the teasing and his lips touching my neck, setting my whole body and mind on fire alone.

[toaster-trash]

Can fans of Dracula stop infantilising Jonathan Harker for five minutes oh my god. That is a grown man. That is an adult man. That is a partner at a solicitor law firm. He’s not “omg tee hee baby blorbo man,” he’s a grown ass intelligent married man with a whole career. Also, ngl, almost every example that people give when they talk about him in that way is related to him being a PTSD-ridden abduction and sexual assault/harassment victim?? (depending on your reading of the text). Jesus Christ can we stop infantilising the mentally ill for five fucking minutes please is that physically possible for you people. Either that, or he’s babied because he likes his wife?? Like bro ok, I get a couple of comments like “oh yeah he’s a sweetheart” and stuff like that, sure, how he treats Mina is endearing and really sweet, but can we stop acting like his treatment of Mina makes him a child, or that relying on Mina sometimes bc of his mental health makes him a child?? He’s a completely normal fucking guy. He’s a super interesting character, and there’s cool analysis to be made with the subversion of gothic horror tropes (eg: putting him in the place of the gothic heroine kinda), but 1) being put into a stereotypically “feminine” role doesn’t make someone weak or a child, and 2) in terms of non-trope related talk, in terms of how he just acts as a character, he’s legitimately a completely normal man in terms of acting his age who’s experienced the stuff he has and reacts completely rationally and normally.

Like Jesus Christ im genuinely starting to think some of you people have never TALKED to a man before what the fuck, how are you expecting him to act like here???

How the average gothic horror fan expects Jonathan Harker to look:

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Con’s Insta

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

They’re besties~!

[marcsnuffy]

need to know what addictive chemical kaneshiro put in him that make people react the way they do with him

[mymp3]

my poster from the con!

[existencebringsonlypain]

god fuckin damn it man that video got me

[synonymouslyyours]

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[surreal-duck]

hi!! i just wanted to say that ive liked midoyuzu since i was like 14 and its been a few years since then (obviously) but seeing your midoyuzu art now is so!!! its so fulfilling to my past self who had like NO art to go off of, i guess? anyway! your art is super good and i love it so much <3

im glad omg? extremely late to the party but by god i am bringing snacks in here or die trying o7 was pretty baffled the first time finding out more abt their dynamic and looking them up on here to find maybe like two more recent posts and the rest from no sooner than 2017 or so askjdghsjkgdhjks but really THANK YOU!!!!!!!! happy to be of service to your inner 14yo somewhat ;v;

yknow what though the really funny thing is that i wasnt even that into them initially. just remembered that cute interaction at the end of xmas live and thought "huh these two r kinda sweet actually" and that curiosity is always a slippery slope into genuine investment and by god is tripping into it a favorite pastime of mine