#or screaming from the top of my lungs as soon as you fall asleep

[rklf001]

me every time i realize ezra bridger is back

[yourfavepookiebear]

This is my first time making a request so sorry if this makes no sense.

Self aware Twisted Wonderland with a player who randomly gets transported into their world. For Characters I was thinking about Azul, Malleus, Leona, and Riddle.

If this is too much you can ignore it.

A/n : This request has been sitting in my inbox for 2 months so I decided to finally answer it 😭 also sorry anon, for the extremely late reply 😅 for some reason I feel like I'm writing a fairytale for kids or sum lmao, also I wrote this while simultaneously doing my homework jsyk , it took me a lit to write this if you can tell, but can you tell I wrote this in 2 different days ?

Cw: Leona being lazy and a bit unhinged, bad writing, short asf, not proofread, Riddle kinning pomeranians and chihuahas, Malleus just being Malleus, ooc, inaccurate character depiction

It's the day after Yuu appeared in twisted wonderland, the second day of school. (It's been a long time since I last played or read twisted wonderland so bear with me) for plot purposes and diversity, each character will have slightly different plot, like time and place.

◇ Leona Kingscholar

It was just another irritating day for Leona, as he was sleeping in the botanical gardens, skipping class as usual. His tail swished left to right, as he tried to fall asleep. For some reason though, much to his annoyance, he couldn't fall asleep. Normally he had no problem dozing off, but today was different. He grits his teeth and glares at air particles, then he sits upright and stares at a random direction. Suddenly he hears footsteps, and the familiar voice of Ruggie approaching his location.

Leona rolls his eyes just as Ruggie emerges, not even sparing him a glance. Ruggie sighs and walks towards Leona

"Hey Leona, I got your sandwich"

Ruggie then hands him a sandwich and glances at him

"What's wrong ? You seem pretty down-in-the-dumps today. Not that you're usually a ray of sunshine, but still."

Leona just huffs and plucks some grass from the ground, then answers

"I can't sleep."

Ruggie blinks owlishly, then tilts his head to the side

"Woah, THE Leona Kingscholar, unable to sleep ? That's a new one.."

"Tsk, whatever."

Is all Leona says, as he rolls his eyes and lays down on the grass once again, closing his eyes. Ruggie takes the hint and walks away, going back to wherever he came from.

About an hour later, Leona wakes up to the sound of footsteps, yet this time they're not Ruggie's. In fact, they're not familiar at all..

Leona opens his eyes but stays still, a bit curious to know who this mysterious person is. On one side he doesn't give a shit, but on another side he's curious because, just what could a stranger be possibly doing at NRC ?

Suddenly someone jumps on top of him, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He jolts awake, bewildered and shocked.

"What the-"

His eyes widen as he recognizes the person who's crushing him with their weight..holy shit, what the hell is the player doing here ???

"Player ?"

He says, baffled, he genuinely doesn't know how to react. One minute he was peacefully sleeping, the other he wakes up to the player suddenly spawning on top of him ?? His thought process is cut off as his ears are flooded with high-pitched screaming and shrieking

"OH MY LORD, LEONA ????? AM I DREAMING ?? HES SO MUCH HOTTER IN PERSON OMFG"

He blinks, once, twice, thrice, his mouth open and his eyes wide, his ears twitching

"Player ?? What..."

(I'm gonna end it here becuz Im lazy asf and I have to go sleep soon, the rest is up to you and your imagination sorry pookies)

◇ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is in the mostro lounge, he finishes making a deal with some random student, he bids them goodbye with that shady smile plastered on his face, and as soon as they leave he looks over to the clock. 7pm, it's still early yet it's already dark outside. He sighs and grabs his stuff, preparing to go back to his dorm room. Suddenly, he feels something brushing against his leg. He frowns and looks around, confused as to what it may be.

He hopes its not a prank from the twins, as he shrugs it off and continues what he was doing, until he feels it again.

He gets up from his office chair and looks under his desk, only to find...

What ? There's someone asleep under his desk ?? He pulls them out from under his desk, and immediately recognizes that face. It's the player !

He is absolutely baffled. How did the player randomly spawn under his office desk, asleep and in pajamas ?? This is very confusing..

◇ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was in his room, studying whatever the hell subjects they have in nrc.

He gets up to go drink a cup of natural mineral water with a 100% recycled bottle, then somehow trips on something.

He looks down and jumps 10 meters back, eyes blown wide as saucers and lets out the loudest and longest scream on earth, so loud that even I am put to shame.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

Somehow though, for plot purposes, no one hears him. Tatatatata, he looks over at the thing that was on the floor and is shocked to see you, the player, asleep on his floor, snoring like, so hard every single one of the prehistoric cavemen (Leona included) would lower their heads in respect.

(Anyways skip I'm lazy)

◇ Malleus Draconia

As we all know, Malleus loves walking around at night, and that makes a lot of people think he's some insane psychopath who's gonna stalk them then impale them with his horns.

After his nightly walk he came back to Diasomnia dorm just to find, you, aka the player and the one he thinks of so religiously every single day. He takes a step towards you, which isn't a lot since he's at the start of a hallway and you're at the end but whatever.

And that was his first mistake. Lo and behold there were you, at the end of the dark ass hallway, staring at him like you just witnessed some middle aged guy take off his pants and wip out his d*ck, then smack you across the face with it, oh and as if it was so long Drake would be put to shame.

You screamed like a banshee and ran away as if you were being chased by Drake's pipe.

Then you yelled out louder than Leona's snoring "MAMA MIA WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE" -Player's last words, may they rest in peace and remain forever remembered.

Jkjk you just ran into the wall and passed out. And Lilia was just watching the whole time and laughing his ass off. But you made Malleus sad tho :(

You woke up in Malleus's bedroom after having a nightmare about Drake's elevator.

[jqmalikhsgib]

bloom

two

eddie groans as he feels someone tugging on his hair. he tries to keep his eyes closed, hoping that it’s all in his head.

“daddy?!”

eddie opens his eyes and looks to see his only son. his big brown eyes staring right back into eddie’s.

“what’s wrong, peanut?”

aster sniffles. “bad dream, daddy. sleep with you and mommy?”

eddie could never say no to his kids. he lifts his baby boy up and puts him between him and yn. aster cuddles up to his father.

“wanna talk about it, peanut?” eddie asked.

the little boy shakes his head as he puts his thumb in his mouth and falls asleep. eddie and yn are trying to get him to break the habit, but the little boy just looks so innocent and adorable, they’d allow him to get away with murder if they could.

eddie kisses the top of his sons head. he slowly falls back to sleep soon after.

when the sun rises the house becomes hectic! every morning is the same routine. the eldest kids came walking into their parents room, waking both eddie and yn, begging for breakfast, while the youngest starts welling, most likely hungry just as much.

when it’s just yn, wayne and her father come to help the best they can—or eleven depending if she has school or not—when eddie is home, he’d take care of the older kids, making breakfast, while yn takes care of the newborn babies, breast feeding them in the privacy of their room.

“daddy! daddy! daddy! are we having cakes?!” jasmine would scream at the top of her lungs. she has eddie’s personality through and through! she’s loud, adventurous, and playful. she got her mothers looks though—if you ask yn she’d say she’s eddie’s twin—eddie loves his daughter spunk. sometimes they’d get complaints from neighbors, but eddie couldn’t care less!

if his baby girl wanted to loud and obnoxious, goddammit he’s gonna let her be!

“yes, baby!”

jasmine cheers. pancakes are her favorite because she believes it’s actually cake. neither eddie nor yn would correct her. if it got her eating it, it’s a win for the young parents.

eddie chuckles at his daughter. he soon hears someone blabbering as he turns to spot yn holding the twins.

they’re six months today. eddie made a joke about them going to college the other night and yn lost it, tears spilling her eyes over and over. eddie had to comfort her and hold back a laugh.

“how are my favorite twins?” eddie kisses the top of their heads.

poppy and azalea just babble happily. eddie chuckles as he goes back to making breakfast.

when he finished he set the table while him and yn made plates for their kids. yn sets the twins in their bin before the rest of the family sit and eat together.

during the weekend, yn and eddie normally take the kids to the park! with their oldest two, they’ve both got use to going out and playing due to being in preschool and kindergarten.

eddie chases his eldest daughter while yn sits with the younger kids and kept an eye on the others.

aster currently playing in the sandbox, while lunaria and lily play with their toys near yn, and the twins babbles in their stroller.

“mama, daddy caught me!” jasmine yells.

“he did?!” yn pretends to be shocked.

eddie chuckles as he walks closer to you. jasmine sits on your lap and kisses your cheek. she’s always been affectionate! eddie and yn both coo at her.

“you tired, baby?” yn runs her hands through her hair. she’s got eddie curls for sure!

“no.” she yawns soon after.

“we need to head home anyway, dear. uncle stevie and uncle dusty are coming over!”

jasmine loves her uncle steve and dustin! mostly because they give her treats every time they come around.

“really?!”

“yep! so, let’s get your brother and head out, yeah?”

“yeah, mommy! aster, uncle dusty and stevie coming! gotta go home!” jasmine yells to her brother. yn and eddie laugh at how excited she is.

“kay.” aster walks over to his parents. eddie grabs his hand before picking him up.

“wat we havin’ daddy?” aster curious on what’s for dinner as always.

“don’t know, ask mama!”

aster turns to his mom. “hmm, im thinking spaghetti and meatballs!”

“yum, mommy. love spesgettie.” aster states.

“i know you do, baby. come on, let’s get you all in you car seats.”

when they get home, yn starts on dinner. eddie goes outside to take a business call. now that the twins were born, eddie is getting back into focusing on the band!

yn is very excited for what’s to come with corroded coffin! especially the money coming in. yn and eddie did alright, they had to with six kids!

eddie still getting money from the band here and there, but corroded coffin still had a little ways to go before they make big money!

yn was also getting money from her agency. she also gets paid every time she post on instagram. but again, it’s not big money!

yn and eddie are still staying in a three bedroom trailer house. they want to be able to get a bigger home so their kids won’t have to split up to share a room.

plus eddie wants yn to have her dream wedding! it’s what she deserves. the big white princess dress, flowers everywhere, all their friends and family, her perfect wedding!

yn tells him time and time again that didn’t matter. she lets him know she’d marry him near a dumpster if she gets to spend the rest of her life with him! but eddie wants his family to have it all!

yn knows it’s because of how he was raised—before wayne took him in and raised him to be the man he is today—

little eddie suffered so much. with his abusive father and his mom leaving him for dry, he didn’t want his family to suffer like he did! he’d be damned if he didn’t show his kids just how much they meant to him.

yn constantly letting him know he’s nothing like his father! their babies are loved and cared for like no other.

when eddie comes back inside the house, steve and dustin are right behind them.

“uncle stevie!” aster being the first one to spot them.

“aster! how’s my favorite little dude doing?!” steve picks him up.

“had bad dream, uncle stevie.” he pouts.

steve frowns. “oh, no! what happened?”

aster shakes his head as he rest it on steve’s shoulder. steve knew he didn’t wanna talk about it. instead he wanted to be coddled. steve would never deny him cuddles.

“daddy, uncle dusty gave me candy!” jasmine yells

eddie glares at dustin. he told him no candy for them until after dinner. “did he now?”

dustin gives his a cheeky smile. “can daddy see?”

jasmine shows her father the small handful of candy dustin gave her. he grabs them before kissing her forehead. “you know the rules, baby?”

“mhm, din first, then candy!”

eddie hums. “good! dinners almost ready. why don’t we all go wash up, yeah?”

“kay!” steve, eddie, and dustin help the kids wash their hands while yn sets the table. soon everyone sits at the table and enjoy dinner.

eddie and yn put their kids to bed while steve and dustin sit in the living room waiting for them patiently.

when eddie comes back he heads for the fridge, grabs two beers, and one soda. eddie hands one beer to steve and the soda to dustin.

he sits on the couch and turns on the tv. yn comes in view and sits right next to her fiancé. eddie wraps his arms on the back of the couch as yn cuddles up to eddie.

“so, when’s the next big gig man?” steve asked eddie.

“next tuesday! headed to new york city.”

“dude, the big apple? you’re really making it, huh?”

eddie hums as he takes a sip of his beer. yn smiles at him lovingly. “before you know it, corroded coffin will be selling out tickets worldwide!”

eddie laughs. “lets not get ahead of ourselves, baby!”

“you, kiddin’ eds? you’re gonna be a legend! top of the world, dude! bigger than metallica.”

“okay, dustin, now you’re getting ahead of yourself!”

dustin shakes his head. “naw, eds! you’re a star!”

eddie smiles. truth is, he knows the bands making a name of themselves! sooner rather than later they’d have many streams on spotify, apple music, and many buying their cds and more! eddie is one hundred percent prepared for his life to do a complete one eighty.

and everyone else in this god forsaken town could kiss his ass! they all doubted him the moment he came out of the womb. he’s proven them wrong on many things!

they all thought he’d be a criminal, he a good citizen! they all said no one would love him, the smartest most prettiest woman fell for him! they claimed he’d be a shitty father just like his old man, he loves and cherishes all his kids! and they all say he’d stay white trailer trash who’ll amount to nothing, eddie is signed to one of the greatest rock legends out there!

eddie continues to prove everyone who doubts him wrong!

“when you make it big eddie, better not forget us!” steve states.

“oh harrington, i could never forget mister hair himself!” eddie smirks.

a/n

thank you all for the love so far on bloom! really appreciate it <3

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[muzansfangs]

Enjoy the silence.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, slight somnophilia, oral sex (f!reader receiving), slight overstimulation, morning sex, enstablished relationship, Shinji’s piercing on his tongue is a warning itself.

Plot: you had convinced your boyfriend Shinji to accompany you to a concert. He loved music, but he loathed the band you supported. For the sake of you, he had let it slide, although he complained all the way back to your flat. The morning after, you woke up to an immense pleasure engulfing your nether regions, only to find out your boyfriend’s shit-eating grin giving you a sweet good morning.

Track: Enjoy the silence – Depeche Mode “All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”.

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT.

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Some golden rays seeped through the curtains, lazily illuminating the bedroom with a soothing orange light and the comforting warmth of the sun raising up in the sky. It was early, right, and you were still peacefully sleeping into your bed with the white blankets tangled in your legs and your boyfriend’s head resting on your chest. The sound of the chirping birds outside your window woke him up, his heavy eyelids slowly opening to greet the new day ahead of him.

His head ached a little, the aftermath of the rock concert you had dragged him to still affecting him quite badly. Maybe he should have stayed sprawled on your sofa yesterday night. Still, he could not turn you down. Not after the puppy eyes you had given him to his first refusal to accompany you there.

He lifted himself up the elbows, eyes darting on your body and your delicate features. You were still sleeping, chest raising and falling rhythmically, lips parted as you navigated through the mysterious roads of dreamland.

You were so beautiful, so perfect for him, even if you literally drove him mad at times. If he closed his eyes, he could still see you dancing beside him, screaming at the top of your lungs all the lyrics of the band he loathed oh so much. Still, you were so happy and dashing, shining among thd dancing crowd, and he loved seeing you smile like that. Yet, he had to somehow get back at you. He could not resist and restraining himself was not an option.

Being into a relationship for quite a while had granted you the chance to explore each other limits. You had told him more than once in the past that you were not bothered by the idea of him initiating intimate activities, while you were asleep. You trusted him blindly and, being touched by the person that had saved your life countless times in past, felt right, no matter the circumstances.

Shinji sighed, crawling down your body and carefully grasping your left leg to make some more space for him to move during the act. As he switched his gaze from your sleepy face to your panties, he made sure to slip his slender fingers underneath the straps and slowly pulled the item down your legs. A goddess, you looked like a real goddess.

From that position, the former Captain of the Fifth Division could enjoy the way your chest raised and fell in your slow and steady breathing, admiring the gentle curves of your body in awe. His pierced tongue swept out of his mouth, as he was lost into thinking about the way the the metal sphere over his tongue would have soon stimulated your bundle of nerves.

“Here we go, love…” he whispered lowly, a shit-eating grin plastered over his face as he lowered his mouth down to your heat.

At first, you did not even seem that affected by the gentle licks of Shinji’s tongue. You were clearly still too tired for having danced all night long, singing and pestering your boyfriend with facts about the singer only a true fan could know, to wake up right away.

You should have probably clamped your mouth shut on your way back to your flat, but you were too euphoric not to comment on the event you had attended. Maybe, though, you just wanted to enjoy the pained face crossing your boyfriend’s sharp features, whenever you praised the band.

Now, as Shinji delicately gripped your thighs, half-lidded eyes scrutinizing your face in hunger, you could sense something stimulating your pearl deliciously. As you stirred in your sleep, you whined softly and your hips bucked, causing Shinji’s nose to unintentionally bump onto your clit.

“W-What… Shinji?” you whispered softly, eyes still closed as your mouth hung open in pleasure.

“Good morning, darling” the blonde man replied, his hot breath fanning your soaked cunt as he greeted you with his slightly high-pitched voice.

Oh, now you knew what was going to happen.

You sighed and smiled lazily, your hand reaching down to allow you to run your fingers through Shinji’s irregular bob. It was an affectionate sign for him to continue, because he knew you could never get enough of him and his own special way to give you oral.

“Ah, no. That’s not how things work. Your voice is so melodic, ya know? I enjoyed listening to you use your voice all night long yesterday! Use your words for me one more time. What is it that you want?” the man asked, a snarky smirk on his glistening lips, as he flicked his tongue teasingly over your most sensitive area.

Jolts of electricity made your body shake, as you gasped and bit onto your bottom lip in pleasure. He knew where to touch you, how to drive you insane and push your buttons.

“You’re mean…” you muttered, pouting down at him, as you finally opened your eyes and met his bright ones.

And, dear God, what a sight to wake up to.

“Blame it on the Hollow inside me…” he purred, biting the inside of your thigh softly and leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down to your heat. His lips felt heavenly on you and the small moans falling from your lips were the unconfutable proof that you were loving his touch and that you craved more of it.

“Shinji, please. Baby, please, I can’t take it… Make me cum” you breathed out, making him wink at you and chuckle at the pathetic state you were in so early in the morning and he had not even involved his fingers yet.

“I got it, I got ya, baby… Now, let me treat that pussy right” he purred, not caring about punishing you anymore, as his lips started to suck at your aching clit passionately.

There was only one thing that mattered to him and it was not driving you crazy, or getting back at you. Shinji Hirako only cared about you, your needs and your love.

No matter how many times he had to follow you down roads he did not like, he would have endoured anything to see you happy. No matter what, no matter where.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I’m sorry for being late with updates, but I have been so busy. However, I have completed another one-shot for my event. Yay, I feel at peace with myself. Why? Because it’s a smutty one and it’s officially kinktober! This is a little shorter than I had originally planned, but I guess it will suffice this time.

Likes, comments and re-posts are appeciated!

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @stygianoir @quinnies-blog @electronicwitchcollection

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA (30f) for losing my cool/snapping at my roommate and friend (30m, who I will call Kyle) because he was too loud playing games online with his friends?

For context, in case it's needed: this happened a couple months ago, but it's been on my mind. We are both autistic and thus got a late start in our adult lives, in several ways. We have been friends for 10 years and have lived together for roughly 7 of them, on and off (we adopted 2 cats together many years ago, its just easier like this so we dont have to separate them or force one of us to be away from the cats. we love them very much. kind of a coparenting situation lol). Kyle has a salaried tech job that's remote for 70% of the time, and I've recently become a full-time online college student after failing to "make it" without a degree.

We live in a tiny 2-bedroom house that Kyle's family owns. We're only charged for utilities, which is why neither of us are leaving anytime soon (contrary to what you might assume, Kyle does not make a lot of money), especially since it's giving me the opportunity to go to school full-time and not worry about rent. Kyle helps me a lot with groceries and other necessities and I do most of the chores.

So we are always basically on top of each other, and sometimes we get on each other's nerves. We try to be respectful of each others' space, but it's hard because there is not much space in the first place.

I had a really busy day studying and doing homework, which is basically every day for me, since I'm taking 6 classes, 4 of which are STEM classes. So I tend to fall asleep early if I'm not unintentionally pulling all-nighters. I was trying to sleep when this happened around 9pm.

He usually closes his door because he knows he can be very loud, but it doesn't help much. I ended up having to close my own door to try and drown out some of his yelling and laughing, which I understand is going to happen and I try not to hold it against him.

But then he opened his door and left it wide open, so I could hear everything, like he was in the same room. Something really funny must have happened because he started scream-laughing.

Despite this being a semi-regular weekly occurrence, I was really startled. I figured, it probably wasn't intentional and he'll try to quiet down and close his door. I tried to relax and as soon as I started to fall asleep, he did it again, except louder.

This time he didn't stop, he was full-on screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs. Kinda like those game streamers/youtubers where literally all they do is scream the whole time? Very similar. My cat, who was asleep under the blanket on top of me, got startled awake and scratched the shit out of my leg.

I think this all triggered a "fight" response because I was suddenly just so incredibly pissed at Kyle, which I tried to get under control, but he would not stop screaming and I literally could not hear myself think.

(I cannot wear earplugs or have anything in/covering my ears for huge sensory reasons.)

Then my cat wanted to leave the room to see what the commotion was, so I had to open the door, which gave me a direct line of sight to to Kyle at his computer.

I walked over to his doorway. Tried to knock and call his name, but he didnt notice with his noise cancelling headphones on. So I slammed my hand against his door to get his attention & yelled "Hey! Shut the fuck up, Kyle!"

He looked surprised to see me and laughed and kinds waved it off and said "sorry, it got a little intense" and he started to explain what they were doing.

I cut him off and said "I don't care. Shut the hell up." He said he could close his door again, and I said "No, you need to stop. Just stop! You're freaking the cats out too!" and I pointed to my leg with huge bloody scratch marks, shut his door, went back to my room, shut my own door. And of course after that I had adrenaline coursing through my body and I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

After that, I didnt hear a single sound from his room apart from an occasional quiet laugh. I started to feel guilty. I think I overreacted and ruined his fun. I know this is his way of blowing off steam halfway through the work week.

I also felt embarrassed because his friends probably heard me throwing a fit. We have lived with them before, and they're exactly that loud every single night. I have had to ask them to quiet down multiple times, and Kyle told me later on that gave them the impression that I'm. Well, "neurotic, controlling bitch" was heavily implied. Kyle is usually a lot more chill, but being around these guys influences him to act more like them.

But, I guess being loud while having fun isn't a crime, especially when it's not even 10pm yet. I feel like I proved his friends right, maybe.

The next morning I apologized, he apologized too, and everything seems to be good between us, but it's been a while and he's a lot quieter during game night now. He's such a reserved and stressed out person, he hardly ever laughs except when he's playing games, so I feel like I destroyed an important outlet.

I told another friend what happened and she said I didn't overreact at all and she would have flipped out way sooner if her husband did that. (Not sure it's comparable I mean we aren't married lol) And for the record, this friend and her husband were once part of a now-fractured friend group including Kyle and his game night friends, but grew apart, for a lot of reasons, but I think mainly because the Loud Gamer Friends never really grew up while everyone else matured and moved on to different phases in life.

Basically my friends current impression of Kyle is that he is a decent person but incredibly emotionally stunted and feels like he may unintentionally cope in ways that often hurt me without caring as much as she thinks he should. Which....feels partially accurate, I guess. But isn't that placing too much responsibility on him for my wellbeing? He does a lot for me, so it felt like an unfair thing to say.

My mom on the other hand, seems to fully think I am an asshole fun-ruiner. She thinks I should have tried harder to calm down. Maybe I should have approached him sooner - nicely.

And I agree. He probably would have tried his best to oblige even if he couldn't fully succeed. But that's the reason I didn't bother - in the past he has only been able to honor that kind of request for maybe 10-15 minutes, then forgets, and it's exhausting to keep reminding him.

Anyway... what does everyone here think?

[lovingmidnight]

runway angel

summary: in which your dream company reaches out to work with you, as jude supports you in the crowd.

authors note: I know VS stopped its shows a long time ago but this idea popped in my head and I couldn't come up with any other brands 😭 so yeah some shit might be wrong but how the fuck would I know, I've never been offered a job 💀

it was a sunday evening. you were laying on the couch with judes head on your chest and his torso between your legs. you guys spent the whole evening watching Marvel movies that you almost forgot about Monday snooping around the corner. while Judes eyes almost falling asleep, a vibration shook him awake as my phone was resting on his back.

"babe..." he says, shaking awake to tell me about an incoming call while handing me my phone.

he sat straight as he waited me to take the call, worried of why someone would be calling me at such hour, 2 am on a Sunday.

"Hello, miss y/l/n, we're reaching out to offer you a contract for Victoria's Secret. details emailed to your address and sorry for the disturbance. goodnight from the management company dear y/n."

"oh my gosh-" I move the phone away from my face as I gap my mouth open to judes curious face, soon before taking a breath and answering professionally.

"thank you. will be notifying you. goodnight." I say calmly, processing what just happened just before screaming on the top of my lungs

"What?? who was it??"

I cover my mouth in awe, pulling jude in to hug

"you're scaring me y/n- what happened??"

he says with a tone of laughter in his voice, realizing by my voice it was good news.

"VICTORIA'S FUCKING SECRET" I laugh pulling away to see his face.

jude mouthed out "oh shit" as I grabbed him again, almost falling to tears.

"I'm modeling for Victoria fucking secret." I laughed with tears building upon my eyes.

"I'm so proud of you darling" he kissed the top of my head, holding me tight.

"I'm gonna shit myself jude-" I giggle through my cry

"calm down darling" he chuckled before grabbing my shoulders and pulling me in front to get a look on my face

"when is the show? I'll be there no matter the schedules I have" he smiled

"No way!! you will??" I gasped excitedly, knowing how busy his schedule was, it meant a lot that he was willing to make time for me

"mhm." he nodded, kissing my cheek

wed. 21:03. show night.

they began to touch my makeup up, one person curling my hair, another fixing my eyeliner, another one putting on lipstick as the other rubbed body glitter on my arms.

my outfit was truly the most beautiful thing I've ever worn, let alone seen. black lingerie, mesh tights, real diamond necklace with gorgeous black gloves and last but not least, huge black wings.

"you look gorgeous miss. y/l/n." the stylist smiled at me warmly as I walked up to the curtains, waiting for my name to be called.

"next up: miss. y/n y/l/n". the small tv screen lit up as I took a deep breath and walked outside to the stage.

I strut to the stage, smiling with awe and feeling surreal that this was truly happening. I eyed the audience trying to see him, and there he was. standing up in the crowd, clapping as his eyes told something no words could. he looked like a proud mother which made me smile even more. his eyes met mine and it felt like the first time it did, when we were tense and awkward at first, him getting red everytime our eyes locked. now it felt like it was a part of me, to feel welcome in his eyes.

as I glanced over him, I winked which made him smirk and look down.

the fans saw this interaction which caused our names trending on Twitter, and dozens of edits swarming the internet.

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

Drifting Away (Jan Valek x Female Reader)

Summary: After enduring a terrifying nightmare, you have trouble falling asleep. Then your vampire lover comes to comfort you. 

A/N-Yay my first Valek fanfic :D. Valek has been giving me absolute brain rot after I watched the film seven times now (five when it was on Netflix this past year). I really went into writing this and love how it came out when I just finished it. I can’t wait to write more fanfics of this deadly and beautiful vampire.

Please enjoy ;)

Warnings: Mentions of death, nightmares, smidge of angst, and tons of tooth-rotting fluff in the end 

Citrus Scale:🍎

W.C+: 1.9K

Taglist-@larabiatasstuff @fangirlstorycreator @virgo-mess @terrence-silver

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You had trouble sleeping again. It was the same thing night after night. They came back each time as always. The nightmares. Tossing and turning in the bed, as the sheets twisted around your body.

The nightmares kept you from waking up. Preventing you from breaking the spell they put you under. You couldn’t move at all. Every part of your body was frozen. You moaned at each toss and turn. Your white nightgown sticking to you. 

It was the same nightmare. You didn’t know how and why they started. They were always the same one. Coming after you in your dreams each night. 

Dark shadows of figures surrounding you in a circle. They wore all black robes, covering everything except their faces. Pale white faces that were paler than the moon. Their ruby red eyes burning as they looked down upon you.

Each one of them towered over your body. You couldn’t move at all. It felt like you were chained down against your will. Their faces showed no expression. They all had the same face. Looking at their red eyes one by one, they didn’t seem right. They were filled with anger or a rage of some sort.

But it wasn’t rage at all. It was hunger. Hunger burned in their eyes. Burning a hot red glow down upon you. Fear filled your entire body. 

All of a sudden, their mouths began to open. Long, sharp fangs extending from the tops of their mouths. White and clean soon to be stained with blood. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

Paralyzed with nothing but fear and no word to be spoken, you were trapped. Your heart raced uncontrollably. Flooding your ears with a painful noise.

Then one by one, the figures snarled and leaped at you. Their paled claw like hands grabbing you. Engulfing you in darkness and draining the life out of you. Everything was black now. Soon after came the screams. Loud and echoing through the darkness.

The screams were yours. The nightmare was taking hold of you. Swallowing you deeper and deeper into its cruel world. No way to escape from it. Until everything stopped.

“NO!” You screamed as you finally awoke. Breaking the spell the nightmare had you under. Your chest heaving with heavy, deep breaths. Gasping for air. Refilling your burning lungs. Every part of your body was cold and shaking.

Heart racing rapidly. Beating against your breasts. An awful thought ran across your mind. Quickly, your hand went up to your neck. Relief washed over you soon after. There was nothing left there. No bite marks. It wasn’t real. None of it.

Everything was the same in your room. Your Antoinette dressing table sitting across the room from your canopy bed. The lavender silk robe, hanging on the edge of the chair. Several bookcases that resided on the right side, filled to the brim with vintage and ancient books that seemed lost to time. The vintage chaise lounge sofa sat in the other corner of the room. The book you were reading was still sitting upon the cushions. And then the balcony. Both doors were opened wide., letting in the late night air in. The sheer pearl curtains dancing and twirling in the soft breeze. Moonlight pouring in, making the room glow a bit.

Nothing has changed. Not one bit of the room has changed. Your heartbeat softly slowed down. Beating at a normal pace again. You sat up and peeled the bed sheets off your lower body. You then swung your legs over and hung them off the edge of the bed frame.

Sweat beaded down your forehead. Covering your face with both hands, you slowly breathed in and out with deep breaths. It felt like the whole room was spinning around, making you feel sick from all the dizziness. Everything was making you feel sick.

 Taking one last deep breath, you moved your hands from your face and into your hair. Combing your fingers through the (H/L) (H/C) strands. It felt hot and stuffy for you. You needed to get some fresh air and clear your mind.

Slowly you placed your feet onto the weaved rug and stood up. Raising both arms above, you stretch out your tired limbs and began to walk towards the balcony. Your feet padded against the cold, smooth stone of the tower. Leaving little echoes behind.

Once you stepped outside, the nighttime air greeted you with a gentle breeze. Cooling your face down, making you feel calm and collected now. Your nightgown skirt billowing and swirling around against your bare legs. It smelled sweet and fresh. Fully surrounded by forest and mountains. Nothing but peace and beauty at night.

The moon hung above in the inky bluish black sky, looking down at you. Brightly glowing with a gentle white light beaming everywhere. The stars twinkled and sparkling like little silver diamonds against the night sky. Feeling so surreal looking at this. You were very much used to it.

Resting your arms on the stone railing, you looked down from the tower’s balcony. The sound of the leaves and branches from the trees blowing in the breeze sounded like music to you. Gently creating soft sounds as it passed through each one.

Off in the distance, a wolf howled. Its howl echoing in the mountain’s valley. Calling out towards the moon above. The creature’s howl singing alongside the wind. A chorus of beautiful midnight music.

As you took in the nighttime spectacle of song, a wave of emotions suddenly came over you. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and spilled down. Streaming down your face like a never ending waterfall. A soft sob escaped your lips.

The nightmares you’ve been having were taking hold of you whenever you were awake. Not letting go of your fragile mind. The dark figures haunting you, even with your eyes opened. Their claws ripping into you, with their sharp fangs tearing into your warm flesh. 

Reliving your own death over and over night after night. It’s like you couldn’t escape from them at all. They’ll just continue with no end. Nothing will ever stop them.

“My love, are you alright?” Came a familiar from behind you. Quickly, you turned around to see it was your vampire lover Jan Valek. Standing in the door frame of the balcony, with a worried look on his face.

“Oh it’s you Valek,” you said in a soft sharp tone. “I couldn’t sleep. So I came out to get some fresh air,” you lied. You quickly turned back away from him. Using your thumb, you wiped away the tears before he sees them.

   Continuing to look at the nighttime landscape, you felt him loom over you like a great shadow. “No. Something is troubling you my love.” He said in a hurt tone. “It’s nothing really Valek. Don’t worry about me,” you said, with your voice almost breaking.

Then you felt something icy and light, softly grip your chin. Realizing Valek placed his fingers under your chin, you slowly lifted your head up and looked at him with (E/C) eyes stained with tears.          

“Oh my poor little robin. What has made you upset?” His voice sounded sorrowful the moment he saw your face. You let out a heavy sigh. “They did.” You said softly. “They who my dear?” he asked in return. “The nightmares.” Valek arched an eyebrow.

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping for a while. I thought it was nothing at first, but I was wrong. They were always the same one night after night.” You said in a soft tone.

“What were they about?” He whispered softly. Your heart skipped a beat from that question. “There were these pale faced figures, all cloaked in black. All of them circled around me. Trapping me with no way out. They were all staring at me with hungry red eyes. I couldn’t move or say anything. Fear had paralyzed my whole body. Their mouths opened, revealing sharp, cruel fangs. Then one by one, they attacked me. Lunging forward at my fear stricken body, covering me in total darkness. Biting and tearing into my flesh. Then it just stops and I wake up screaming.” You felt a heavy presence hovering above you now. Feeling the air change and shift.

“Oh (Y/N). Why didn’t you tell me,” he sounded hurt and wounded.

“I didn’t want you to worry Valek,” you softly sobbed, turning away from him. Wanting to spare him of your tear stained face. “I didn’t want to burden you with my own demons. I didn’t hurt you in any way.” Breaking into a full sob. Everything felt like it was crashing down upon you. You never wanted your lover to see you all vulnerable and troubled by anything you were dealing with.

All of a sudden, you felt Valek wrap his arms around you. Nearly engulfing you with his towering form. “I forgive you my love,” he whispered softly in your ear. “Oh Valek!” You sobbed out, burying your face into his chest.

Valek ran his hand through your hair. Soothing and calming you in a way. His long, slender fingers tangled in the (H/L) (H/C) strands. “I do not blame you for anything (Y/N). You wanted to spare my feelings from what you’re dealing with. I will never let anything or anyone hurt my little robin.” He said, bending down and placed a kiss upon your head.

You slowly lifted your head up again to look at your lover. His diamond colored eyes sparkling inside the moon’s light. A warm and beautiful smile spread across his face. Reassuring you you’re safe with him.

“Come my little robin,” he said with a gleeful tone, “let’s return you to bed.” He then bent down and slowly picked you up bridal style. You felt being lifted into thin air the moment your feet left the ground.

Valek glided with you cradled in his arms back into the bedroom. With a swift movement, he placed you onto the mattress and pulled the sheets over your now tired body. Tucking you like a mother would do with her child.

“Now my little robin,” Valek cooed softly, while he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “close your eyes and dream of something sweet and beautiful.” Cupping your face with his hand.

“But Valek. What if the nightmares come back again,” you said with a worried voice. He softly shushed you with a finger to his lips. “I will stay with you while you slumber away. You have my word.” Placing his hand over his chest.

With a soft and swift motion, Valek climbed onto the bed and laid next to you. You turned over to look at him one more time before falling asleep.

“What do I dream of my love? I have nothing to dream about,” you said with a pain in your voice. “Anything. Anything you could think of. Any moment that was special to you in any way.” His voice started to fade away.

Slowly your eyes began to close as Valek continued to talk to you softly. Reassuring you he’ll keep you safe, while you sleep peacefully. “Dream peacefully my love. I’ll be here for you,” he said as he placed a kiss upon your forehead. 

As you finally fallen asleep, you began to dream about the first time you met Valek.    

[lu-lus-dicks]

Sorry, been awake for 24+ hours and ended up falling asleep 😅

Apparently my mind kept all the worm ideas on the back burner so it finished cooking as soon as I woke up, so I'm sharing.

Vox finally manages to get rid of ALL the worms and larvae, but he's careful about not letting Valentino know because there'd be hell to pay for getting rid of his spawns.

So he goes on normally for a few weeks, gets his bitten and broken cables swapped for new ones and think this will be the end of it.

Exept.

He fells empty now.

Physically empty.

This MF unknowingly developed a kink for wriggling bugs inside of him.

And he can't ask Val for more larvaes because then he'd have to tell him that he got rid of his babies.

So where did this bring him?

Right back at the radio tower.

Alastor ties him up and just leave, for hours.

Finally he comes back with an unconscious King of Hell that he ties up with more tentacles next to Vox before leaving again.

He comes back with 4 buckets full of worms, Vox is getting exited but Alastor completely ignores him in favour of talking care of Lucifer.

The broadcast starts.

Alastor straddles the king and slaps his face to wake him up, Lucifer screams and trashes around because he knows what's coming.

Alastor starts stuffing handfuls of worms after handfuls of worms in his face.

Meanwhile Vox's hard as a rock and green with jealousy.

When Al finishes feeding worms to his majesty he sew his mouth shut to stop him from spitting it out.

He turns towards Vox and is abot to step on his face-

exept that he doesn't and keeps teasing Vox by pretending that he's about to get to it but just don't.

The Tv head wriggles like the worms he wants inside of him and whine with pleading eyes, hoping Alastor will take pity on him and will just get to it.

Alastor smiles, put his heeled boot on Vox's chest and crouch (crushing his sternum).

"I'm sorry Vox, I can't possibly give you what you want if I don't know what it is!"

Vox tries to keep quiet, he really does, but he ends up saying in a whiny voice :

"Step on me! Step on me, break me and fill me with worms! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

"And why do you want that? Between the worms I put inside of you and your boytoy laying them inside of you, you should have more than enough shouldn't you?"

Alastor's still crushing his lungs, smiling deviously and holding his mic to Vox's mouth so that his answer is loud and clear for their audience.

"I...*sigh* I had them removed"

"Uh-Oh, the Tv even got rid of his boyfriend's spawns?"

"It was painful you frigging bitch!"

"Why ask for more then?"

"*whine* Pleeeeeeaseeee...."

Alastor stands and starts walking back to the King, shivering at the idea of having more worms stuffed in as he'd been trying to not swallow them for all this time.

"I LIKE THE PAIN! I FEEL EMPTY WITHOUT THEM! FILL ME AGAIN, PLEASE!"

"Well, you did say the magic word!"

Alastor walks back to Vox and steps on his head with his heels, breaking it more and more.

He then take one of the biggest shards and uses them to make long cuts on Vox's limbs, and he finally puts the worms in them.

The tentacles restraining his highness start moving and shake him before bringing him on top of Vox.

"Open wiide~!"

Alastor smashes Lucifer's mouth against Vox's and remove the magic seams, allowing his majesty to finally throw up inside of the TV's mouth.

Both "captives" have raging hard ons and Alastor uses Vox's phone to post a picture of their messy selves on Voxtec's official Instagram.

First dislike is 0.001 seconds after posting and it's Valentino's.

(too long?)

firstly, gotta tag the hoes @nunalastor

before I even start reading this, GO TO SLEEP. if you fell asleep, GOOD, let your body fucking rest

after the read: my god was this a fucking read. you're my favorite anon from now on. this shit hit harder than I imagine any drug can. for fucks sake, I am getting SO FUCKING HARD MY GOD-

[tetsuski]

why try?

train

pairing: gojo Satoru x fem!reader

friends to lovers

word count: 1.8k

warning : none

summary: first time traveling out of town with gojo

mlist

previous

a/n: hope u like this chapter!

what the fuck?

"L/N Y/N WAKE THE FUCK UP!!" you hear a familiar voice shouting and banging against your door it's still 6am on a saturday why would anyone come visit you this early? sitting up from your bed and still trying to process what's going on

"L/n-chan~, i can sense that you're already awake now~" once you finally recognized the voice you realize it's gojo satoru, why the fuck is he here? and then the realization hits

shit

you promised your friend you're gonna accompany him while he train.

for what exactly? you don't know. it's not like he needs it he's THE Gojo Satoru, goddamnit.

you fall back on your bed flipped yourself over and scream into your pillows not long after you leave your bed and start to get ready

today marked one year of you being in jujutsu high

it means its been a year of you leaving the world you've ever known behind

almost everything from the past now gone.

as soon as u open the door you're greeted by a high pitched voice from your classmate

"gooodddd morning, sunshineeee!!"

"y/n-chann~ are you not gonna greet me a good morning back? ouch you've wounded my heart" Gojo acting like he was offended with his hands clutching on his chest "good morning, Satoru" rolling your eyes.

"here, I got you your morning drink"

"thanks" looking at the can and back at him with your eyebrows furrowed

"why are you looking at me like that"

"like what?"

"like this" he imitate your face

"I just woke up five minutes ago, that's just what my face looks like"

he hums he puts his hand on your head moving his thumb between your eyebrows and starts rubbing it "There, all better" he smiles, removing his hands away.

you feel your heartbeat moves faster, your blood rushing up to your cheeks, and your ears turning red so you move your face away from him fighting back from screaming on top of your lungs. you dont know why he always know how to make you nervous.

"where are the others?" trying your best to sound like normal

"they died." Gojo blurted out. you squint your eyes at the lanky man shooting him a death stare and slapping his side "I'm joking! Suguru is still asleep and doesn't want to be bothered and Ieiri went on a run. but she said she'll catch up soon " he explained with his hands up in the air in defense "that's not something to joke about, Satoru"

as the two of you making your way towards the building exit.

"I don't understand why you need me. when I can't even use any of my so-called 'powers'" making a quotation mark with your hand to prove a point

"yeah, but your combat skills are good " he answer as the tall white haired opened the exit

"so no powers?" gojo asked as he took his place on the field.

"um duh it wouldn't be fair" you rolls eyes jokingly

"oh and sensei said we're meeting the new first years tomorrow" Getou announced.

it's lunchtime and you're now seated beside Gojo with Shoko and Getou at the opposite end of the table

"Maybe this year y/n will get to date one of them... " Gojo joked wrapping his arm around your shoulders

"shut the fuck up gojo sometimes i want to hold your neck so tightly until you fell unconscious" you snarled

"that's choking" Shoko giggles.

"exactly"

" i didn't know you were kinky— is this what single-ness does to you? becoming viole-" his voice is cut off because you shoves a cold desert into his open mouth coughing loudly trying not to choke.

"shut the fuck up asswipe" you laugh watching him chewing the sweets you just shoved. "that's rude" he pouted "thanks for the mochi though " he smiled noticing the way you look at him.

you didn't realize you were staring at him until someone interrupted your train of thoughts.

"i thought you and Satoru were dating to be honest " Shoko quipped

feeling heat creeping up to your face "pppfftt...wha— no. what do you mean? what makes you say that? hahaha... we don't see each other like tha—" trying to wave it off but another voice interrupted you

"wow this is good" gojo said while taking another one of your mochi. "stop! go buy some yourself" swatting his hands away from the box.

"nakamura-san always make the best mochi. hmm " you beamed putting one into your mouth.

"have any of you seen utahime?" Shoko asked lighting up the cigarette in her mouth.

holding your hand in the air as a way of saying 'hold on let me chew' "Yaga sensei called her. Pretty sure she'll be going on a mission—"As you were answering her question a sudden voice came from behind you

"I'm right here"

"holy shit— don't do that! I almost have a heart attack!"

"eheheh sorry" Utahime apologize rubbing the back of her neck "Yaga-sensei said he need you and Gojo to see him now" she informed.

"why?" you and Gojo asked at the same time

"I dont know? can I have one of those?" asking for one piece of your green balls.

"yeah sure. here" Gojo answered for you handing her the box.

"what the fuck?!?!I'm not finished yet!" he grabs you by the elbow pulling you away from your seat

"let's go y/n-chan~" walking away from the group.

the group watches you and Gojo walk away and when you finally out of their sight Getou began "I saw Satoru kissing a girl a week ago"

"oh my god, who?" Shoko lean her elbow on the table putting her weight onto her arms

"I don't know, didn't asked him"

"i honestly thought he finally gonna make a move on her. what a dumbass" Shoko groaned putting her cheek on the table in front of her

"a move on who?" Utahime

"are you serious right now?" Getou and Shoko raised their eyebrows at the long-haired girl

"y/n?"

"of course its y/n! who else would it be?" Getou exclaimed

"bleh. sorry. but even if he did I doubt y/n want date him" she pointed out

"why is that?" they egged on

"because he's gojo satoru? he's loud?"

"so is she" Getou point out

"he's annoying and a big meanie?"

"can't argue with that" Shoko nods

"did you just say 'big meanie'" Getou laughs "How old are you?" continuing to tease her

"I'm literally older than you have home respect" Utahime slaps her hand on the table pointing at the boy before her.

after your meeting with Yaga-sensei, he told you and Gojo to go to a small town far away to retrieve a scroll that's apparently being held captive by a curse and that leads you to where you are right now sitting in front of the white-haired creature on a train for the next 6 hours

"we should've just used an airplane there. it's not too late, you know? it can still take us there faster than this stupid train if we just stop at the next station" Gojo suggested

" no " you replied.

"why not?" leaning closer to you

"It's expensive" you answered

"really? it can't be that bad " pulling away from you crossing his arms on his chest resting his back on his chair with a raised eyebrow.

"yeah, sure" rolling your eyes.

" 'sure' as in we can stop at the nex—"

"i said no. besides it's my first time on a train " poking your straw to a small box full of caffeine " I want the full experience" holding your other hand to a fist dramatically "you can leave me here though, I don't really mind I'll catch you up there. you can book us an inn or something" holding your own drink with both hands as you take your first sip

he snorts "whatever" ignoring your last sentence he rest his arms on top of his table "I'm gonna take a nap " resting his head on the makeshift cushion. "you should rest too though don't want you half asleep fighting curses"

you hummed looking out to the window and let your mind occupied you for the night.

two hours has passed you heard soft snores looking away from the window to see your classmate sleeping

huh

his sunglasses has fallen down from his face eyebrows furrowed together, eyes are closed his beautiful white eyelashes resting on his reddened cheeks.

he looks so... adorable.

without second thoughts you subconsciously leaning closer to him reaching out your hand to caresses his hair but to your luck something slowed your hand

fuck

you can't pull away your hands

"of course he put got his infinity on, y/n why are you so stupid!" you whispered to yourself.

you saw him stirred

shit.

his body start shifting

please dont wake up please don't—

he opened his eyes registering what had touched him his eyes widened realizing somebody is centimeters away from his face turning off his barrier, he moves his head away from her

in a blink of an eye your forehead suddenly clashed with his letting out a loud yelp from your mouth.

" ouch" you whined rubbing your forehead.

realizing he just hit his own classmate on the head.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to— I thought you were" putting his hands on your face cupping your face "Are you hurt? I sense something about to touch me, I didn't mean to hit you at least give a guy a warning before touching him why don't ya?" thumb rubbing your forehead softly

you stared at him in awe taking in every little detail on his face after what felt like forever you realize how close you both are

"well i saw that your glasses fell off and i was about to be a good friend and take your glasses to put it somewhere safer" lies.

"oh. sorry" he chuckled to himself rubbing the back of his neck.

an awkward silence filled the air.

"are you cold?" you asked him

"yeah" no he's not.

"do you want to...?" gesturing to the blanket you brought.

"if you want" he shrugged.

standing up from your seat making your way to his seat sitting beside him "Here" you said as you covered both his and your lap with the fabric "Thank you" he whispered loud enough for you to hear.

"sorry for waking you up" you mumbled out "it's okay" he reassured "are you tired?" he asked looking at you in the eyes.

"well yeah... it's 3 am but I can't sleep" you replied looking down at your lap and avoiding his gaze "Just rest your eyes a bit and lean on me" moving your head on his shoulder. following his direction you close your eyes feeling warmth and comfort within him

and with that, you're gone sleeping peacefully with the Gojo Satoru pulling you into his arms

despite how uncomfortable sleeping while sitting was somehow it was the best sleep you've ever gotten in a while.

[medusapelagia]

Seeds of Dreams, Seeds of Truth 10\11

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Magic, Regent Prince/King Steve Harrington, Knight Eddie Munson, Prison, Sick Steve Harrington, Vomiting, Attempted Murder, Poisoning, Double povs, Panic Attacks, Magic,

written for @steddiesummerexchange

Read it here or on AO3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, (Part 11)

WC: 1767

Eddie screams from the top of his lungs. Every fiber of his body is hurting and the grip of the golden vines on his limbs is so strong that he thinks he will break. The pain is too much but he fights to remain conscious, to keep his eyes pinned on Steve's, and when he sees him taking a deep breath and concentrating he knows that it's over.

He closes his eyes, ready for the last pain before the oblivion, and then... he falls harshly on the ground.

Staring around himself in confusion, Eddie finds himself in the woods, while his companions are still asleep around the embers of the fire they made. He tries to shake them awake but they are in a deep slumber and nothing he does seems to wake them. 

He looks around, searching for Steve, in a desperate attempt to believe that it was all just a dream, but he already knows that he will not find him there.

Eddie tries to remember exactly what happened, but the last thing he recalls is seeing the flames of the torches dying and getting ready to go to the castle.

The castle.

His stupid and brave love should have gone to the castle alone to fight that monster. Maybe Vecna manipulated him, showing him Steve injured and bleeding, but he was really there somehow and now he is alone with the most powerful mage that ever existed. Eddie clenches his jaw and starts to run toward the castle, not caring about anything that’s not Steve. Hoping with all his strength that he is still alive and fighting.

And if he is not, Eddie would be the last thing that Vecna will ever see.

***

"It's amazing what we are willing to do for those that we love, isn't it?" The metal cracks under Vecna’s tight grip. "I was ready to become a monster to save my family. Nothing could have stopped me. But your ancestors thought that my son's illness was a punishment sent from the old gods because I was getting too powerful and they opposed my search for a cure." The mage's eyes are shining with unshed tears when he says, "You can't stop a father from trying to save his son."

Vecna slams Steve across the room and this time the pain is real; his arm is definitely broken and there is nothing else Steve can do to save the kingdom.

He is still holding the hilt of the sword when Vecna approaches him and grabs him by the collar, pinning him against the wall.

“We all die, little prince, but I’ll make sure you’ll die in pain.”

***

"Stop it." a young voice says, and when the mage turns a young boy is standing in the throne room, shaking.

"Another dream walker?" Vecna asks, staring at the boy with interest.

"You have to stop. That's not what Henry would want." The boy says and the mage stiffens. Steve headbutts him, trying to free himself.

"Run! Will, run!" He yells while the bleeding mage breaks his leg with his powers.

"Don't interrupt, silly thing." Then he turns toward the boy. "Now tell me, sweet little thing, where were you hiding?”

“With my mom… in the kitchen.” He mutters, trembling in fear.

Vecna stares at Will, grinning, “You have courage, little boy, and I admire that. But what I want to know now is how do you know that name? Where did you hear it?"

"He told me! He talks to me."

"Henry?" The mage asks, confused, and the kid nods. "Liar!" The man yells, ready to cast a spell against the kid, but as soon as the spell gets close to the kid it is stopped by an invisible force. "A shield?"

Will shrugs, holding his arms around his chest to protect himself, and then he begs again. "Please, stop it. Henry doesn't want that."

For a moment Steve’s vision blurs again and he sees the same blond little boy that visited him in the dungeons, standing protectively in front of Will.

"Henry?" the mage asks, getting closer to the blurry kid, trying to brush his knuckles on the kid's face, but they go through the boy's body and the mage gets mad. "How did you do it?! How did you get into my memories!" The mage roars, stepping closer to Will, but a metal clang distracts him for a moment and Will is quick to hide himself behind the throne, holding his knees to his chest.

"Is that your son?" Steve asks, trying to draw the mage's attention to himself while spitting blood. "I met him too, more than once." He tells him and the man shakes his head.

"That's not possible. He died. He died in this very room!" The mage roars and finally Steve's dream starts to make sense.

The blond boy, the dream realm, the ability to move from one realm to another.

"He was half-human, wasn't he?" Steve asks, finally putting together all the pieces, "His powers were too strong and he could not control them. It wasn't you who started the killing. It was him. You tried to protect him but when he became too powerful you absorbed his power and his life." Steve understands, "It's not you that you are trying to feed with all these nightmares, but him !"

"He was just a kid and your kind threatened to burn him on a pyre!" the mage yells, while the room keeps shifting from reality to the dream realm.

"But magic it's like a seed... it can grow everywhere.” Steve insists, “You came here because you thought I was going to become just like him." He says. "You weren't trying to kill me with that potion, you were trying to unleash my powers!"

"I will get your life essence and it will feed my boy and his hunger will be finally satiated!" The mage growls, "I tried to feed him with every ounce of magic I could find but it was never enough! Once he will finally feed from you we will be free from this cursed life."

Steve chuckles, amused. "You are deeply mistaken. You can kill me but it won’t change a thing."

Because Steve might have had some dreams when he was a kid, but his powers, if there ever were any, died a long time ago. All he was able to do was thanks to the potion Vecna fed him and some help from Robin: the real dreamwalker is Will.

The mage turns toward him and Steve feels himself drifting to sleep under Vecna’s spell. It doesn’t matter what he said, Vecna is ready to kill him in his dreams and finally free his son.

***

Eddie runs toward the throne room, his heart rabbiting in his ribcage while the only thing he can focus on is the voices coming from the throne room.

A kid, a young man, and a mage.

When he finally reaches the throne room, he sees little Will hidden behind the throne while Steve's body is floating and the mage is deep down the dream realm. The kid runs toward him while the royal guard grabs his sword ready to kill that monster once and for all, but Will stops him, grabbing his arm and shaking his head.

"He is a mage! You can’t kill him with a metal sword. You have to use magic," he whispers, and Eddie stares at him in confusion. He is no mage, he knows nothing about magic, spells, or potions.

“How do you know?”

“Henry told me,” Will explains, like that would make any sense to Eddie. He’s no fucking mage, he’s a warrior, all he knows is how to hold his sword and hit with the sharp side of the blade. 

“Can you help me?” he asks the kid who seems to know everything.

“He said you know what to do.” Will replies.

“What the fuck does it mean?” Eddie growls, but a terrible snap makes him turn toward Steve’s body, “He’s fucking torturing him! Do something!” Eddie begs.

“I don’t know! He said… Henry said you would know what to do!” Will insists, while hot tears fall from his eyes. 

Eddie curses under his breath, he can’t get angry with a kid for not knowing what to do. He's Steve's personal guard and now he’s staring at him getting tortured, maybe killed. If only he had used the poison when he got the opportunity…

Eddie freezes.

The poison.

The silver vial is still in his armor. And it’s magical. A mage did it for him. He has a powerful magical poison and he can use it against Vecna. For a moment he wonders how he could manage to make Vecna drink it, but then he realizes that he doesn’t really need to make him drink it. All he has to do is make sure that the poison gets inside the mage’s body. And he was trained to kill people.

Eddie loses no time by asking if that is what this Henry meant, he grabs the silver vial that he was keeping safe in his armor and pours the liquid on his blade, before running toward Vecna and piercing the mage from side to side.

The mage yells, releasing his magical grip on Steve who falls to the ground, but Eddie is there to cushion the fall.

"Steve?! Steve?!" He calls, trying not to shake him too much.

Steve slowly opens his eyes, flinching in pain. “Eddie? Are you ok? And Will?”

Eddie takes deep sighs of relief, peppering kisses on Steve’s face, glad to hear his voice once more.

“We are both fine. You’ll need some time to rest and recover but you’ll be ok too.” Eddie tells him, rubbing his thumb on Steve’s cheek.

“What about Vecna?”  

Will gets closer to them, whispering "It's gone." when Eddie lifts his stare the blue-eyed monster is nowhere to be seen. In his place, in the middle of the room, there is a middle-aged man, holding a ten year old boy on his hip. They look at each other for a moment, then the mage turns toward the three of them.

“Thank you for freeing us from the curse,” he says, “Henry and I are finally free to join my dear Virginia and my little Alice.”

Steve tilts his head in confusion, he heard those names before, when he was studying their kingdom origins, so he asks “Victor Creel? You are Victor Creel?! The man that alone saved the kingdom from the enemy invasion?” 

The man smiles gently, and then they disappear.

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[obae-me]

Ooh! for the blurbs I wanna request Lucifer with hurt/comfort! What can I say bittersweet angst is my kryptonite >.< I hope you get over your writers block soon <3

You know I'm always capable of writing for my boy. And with hurt/comfort? I know exactly what to do for this!

And thank you! Writers block for me is like a chronic plague. I'll get over it, I always do. Thank you <3

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TW: Blood, burning. It's all in a nightmare, but still beware.

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Burning.

It always starts with the burning. Then it's followed by his brothers screams. He always tries to call out, but he gets suffocated by blood and ash. It's a nightmare. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows this. But he can't wake up. Can't stop his mind from panicking as he feels his heart beat out of his chest as he spirals through the sky like a raging inferno. The ground approaches. He hits it, sending dirt flying through the air as his body scores a trench into the earth. That didn't wake him up this time? He feels them, the phantom pains. Arms, wings, everything awash in a firey pain. Then, the sound of his brother's bodies striking solid ground all around him. Wait. This wasn't the same. That...sound... Lucifer's fingernails clawed through the ground as he dragged his nearly useless body over to where someone lay.

Wait, no, stop! This was---

He awoke suddenly, sweat dripping down his face. No, wait... he was... With a shaking hand, he rubbed the tears away from his eyes, getting out of bed. His limbs still felt the tingling after-effects of the dream. Lungs tight with panic, he stumbled over to his record player, his fingernails gripping the furniture as he steadied his disoriented mind. Music, something to calm him down. Without really paying much mind to the specific record, he threw a vinyl onto the player, heading back to his couch to sit down and listen to the song play.

He hadn't had a dream like that in a while... and no matter how much he tries to heal, to move on, the nightmares are always there to drag him back.

"Luci?"

His head lifted up, realizing he had been dangerously close to falling asleep again on the couch. He spies MC waving their hand through the cracked open door, trying to get his attention while refraining from intruding too much. They must've knocked. He hadn't heard them. "Come in." He ran a hand through his hair, sitting up and attempting to make himself presentable in this state.

They poked their head in first before allowing their body to follow, shutting the door behind them. "I was passing by and heard your music." As they took a step closer, it was clear they quickly observed the little distressed details, no matter how much Lucifer had tried to hide them. "Are... you alright?" They hesitated to ask Pride such a question but found themselves asking anyway, sitting beside him on the couch. "Can I do anything for you?"

The demon's sin seemed to fizzle a little, dampened by the unease still swirling in his stomach. "Simply... stay with me for a little while." His hand gently reached down, touching their shoulder, his touch trailing down to their hand where he was simply content to let his palm settle on top of theirs. "Just your company puts me at ease," he sighed. The grip on his hand tightened, his eyes actually widening in surprise as his arm was tugged, his torso pulled down into a hug. A different sort of heat flooded his body as his cheeks tinted a flustered sort of pink. He quickly got over himself, shaking his head a little and actually chuckling. "I suppose this is fine too... Thank you."

[him-x-her]

Vee is for Vampires - Chapter 2

Author: @sinnysuicide AO3: SinnySioux Vamp!Ville x F!reader Wordcount: 2k + Warnings: Will be smut. 18+ only. Read chapter 2 on AO3. Previous Chapter ❥ Next Chapter ❥ Fic Masterlist

Chapter 2: “Burn The Hat”

What a strange evening.

I stand in the shower for an eternity, feeling every muscle in my body release its tension. My lungs fill with shower steam. I lazily turn the power off, towel dry my hair and walk sleepily to my bedroom. Once my hair is dry and I’m in my silk pyjamas, I lay back and stare at the ceiling.

As soon as I close my eyes, his green eyes force their way into my vision. His milky white skin. His pink and plump bottom lip, begging to be bitten. I cannot shake the image of him. It feels as though he is next to me, breathing the same air, close enough to kiss… I toss and turn for hours.

“This is fucking ridiculous!” I say out loud, in the darkness, disappointed at myself for my new obsession with the handsome stranger. I imagine him on top of me, my body sinking into the Egyptian cotton as he bites and sucks at my collarbone, and eventually fall asleep.

…

“Vee? What is Vee short for? Like Vincent fucking Price? I can’t BELIEVE you let him walk you home. He knows where you LIVE now. COMPLETE horror show!” rants Larissa on speakerphone as I gradually begin to lose the will to live.

I sigh heavily at her judgement. I could care less what she thinks. I consider excuses to end the call before she squeals in excitement. “Oh my god! Cute guy from the bar is calling! I gotta go!” and with a click I am alone with my thoughts.

Was it unwise to let him walk me home? I mean, he did rescue me from almost certain sexual assault. That has to count for something.

It’s a lazy Sunday. I clean my apartment, practise a bit of self care, and generally feel utterly restless. I switch on the tv for a bit of background noise.

“Today’s top story: two London men violently murdered. Police appeal for witnesses.”

I spin around on my heel and catch their faces, sure enough, the faces of my two attackers. “Fuck…” I whisper. My heart starts to race. He walked me home; I nearly invited a killer in. At the same time… surely, they deserved it? I didn’t see Vee use a weapon? Maybe they were drunk and choked on their own vomit? Maybe he didn’t mean to kill them?

“Oh god!” it dawns on me; what if I was an accomplice?! This is bad. I need to speak to him; to corroborate our story. How the fuck am I going to find him again? I spend an hour pacing my apartment, thinking about how to find him and talk to him. I decide on driving back to the bar, and looking for him around there. Maybe he would be looking for me too. I try to ignore the voice in my head telling me I am insane and going to get hurt.

I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple black crop top. I need to make a bit of an effort in case I decide to go inside any bars. I put on a matt dark red lipstick and pop it in my clutch purse. I grab my car keys and speed out of the apartment complex.

I sit in the bar car park, uncomfortably close to an array of flowers left on the ground for the two pieces of shit who tried to hurt me. I wonder if the public would be so generous if they knew the type of men they were. I tap my steering wheel nervously, biting the inside of my lip. I sit listening to my favourite band, AFI, allowing the screams of Davey Havok to settle me.

An hour passes, it’s now 9pm. I feel utterly stupid. What are the chances of finding him, really? This is an utter waste of time. I turn the key in the ignition, when suddenly I notice a shadow in my rearview mirror. I turn the engine, and the music, off and listen. I see a man in a flat cap and… are those converse allstars? I swear Vee wore those the other night. I quietly exit my car and stealthily watch him. He chuckles, wiping what looks like blood (?!) from his lip and trudges forward. His balance is off, as though he’s been drinking far too much. Suddenly, he stops and looks up.

“You?” he laughs “Looking for trouble?” He ambles forward as I bite my lip, searching my brain for something witty to say.

“Looks like I found it”, I say, matter of factly, my chin raised to feign confidence. He closes the distance between us with a stride and looks down at me; his eyes that same glittery green, sparkling with curiosity and interest. His gaze drifts down to my lips and my heart starts to quicken. A smile makes his way across his lips as he tilts his head back to take all of me in. His teeth flash white in the dimly lit space.

“What did we say about walking around in the dark, hmm?”, he muses, “Vampires!” his eyes widen and he giggles.

I breathe him in. He smells woody, with a distinct smell of whisky. I think about licking whisky from his skin before I remind myself of the task at hand. “Vee… you killed those guys” I whisper, solemnly.

“Who? Oh, the pigs who tried to touch you against your will? Are you not relieved?” It is hard to argue with this logic.

“I, er, well… yes, but… I’d rather not get arrested for being an accomplice to murder!” I stumble through my words, wondering dismally why the fuck I bothered.

He leans back against my car and laughs wholeheartedly. “Shh, Vee, this is not funny!” I say, exasperated, but also trying not to laugh. He is adorable when drunk. Is this the same man who killed two men the other night? He stumbles and I grab his arm to keep him upright.

“Dammit, Vee, get in the car. I’m taking you home.” I roll my eyes as I open my door and get in.

He giggles again “Will you protect me from vampires? Garlic doesn’t work, just so that you’re aware!” He manages to get in without injuring himself and I sit beside him. I have a killer in my car: now fucking what?

“Okay, um, where do you live?” I ask, unsure if this is a good idea.

“Bloodlust Tower” he answers, unwavering.

“What??” I hiss, a little scared now.

“Beaufort Tower” he replies, grabbing my phone, “Let me type the postcode into your route planner”. I hook my phone to the speaker and my last played song starts again. Type O Negative’s Black No.1 begins to play, and I quickly turn it down, self conscious.

“You like Type O? Not just a beautiful face then!” he exclaims, turning the volume up. I blush furiously and try to maintain my composure as I set off on the 90 minute journey.

“Oh, uh, yeah… I love alternative music but I’m going through a gothic phase at the moment. I guess the sadder the music, the more beautiful it is… to me, at least”. I instantly regret the overshare but Vee leans in, placing a hand on my knee.

“I feel the same. It’s nice that you get it” he sighs, leaning back into his seat, “Music is my safe space. Whenever things get heavy, my guitar is always there for me”. He looks wistful.

“Oh… you play guitar?” I ask, imagining how on Earth this man could be any more attractive to me right now.

“Oh, yeah, um… I used to play professionally, in a band, we toured all over the world but, uh, yeah… that’s over now” he says, solemnly.

“You’ll have to play me something” I say, breaking my driving concentration to look at him and give him an earnest and encouraging smile. I’m certain I see him blush; though it’s hard to tell as he is so pale.

“So… what is Vee short for? Because I’m sure it isn’t Vampire” I laugh.

“What makes you so certain?” He implores.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe just the knowledge that no good mother would name their child fucking Vampire!” he laughs heartily and I join in; the conversation flows and our connection feels so natural.

“It’s, Veel-uh, spelt V-I-L-L-E. It’s, um, it’s Finnish”. So he ISN’T English, I knew it!

“Wow, I’d love to visit Finland. Have you ever seen the northern lights? I can’t imagine anything more beautiful” I sigh.

“I can” he whispers, I look over and we lock eyes for a moment. Oh god, is he flirting? I suddenly feel hot; I need to change the subject.

“So, um, should we talk about the dead guys?” I say, sheepishly.

“Why?” mutters Ville “They’re dead”. I don’t see how he doesn’t think this is a problem.

“Ville…” he takes a sharp intake of breath as his name rolls off my tongue. I pretend not to notice. “I’m scared of being arrested and thrown in prison for a crime I didn’t commit, and I… I guess I’m scared for you too.” I can feel his eyes on me.

“You have nothing to fear, neither of us will be going to prison. Just trust me, okay?” I sigh.

“Okay, okay, I won’t bring it up again.” He smiles.

“Good… because I want to talk about you.” he smirks.

We talk about our tastes in music and find quite a lot of overlap. Ville loves Type O Negative, obviously, and is a total fangirl for Black Sabbath. He tells me he met my favourite band, AFI, at some award show. I half smile because I don’t believe him.

“So you grew up here?” He asks.

“Yeah, not London, but in England. I wish I could say I’ve travelled lots but I really haven’t. I’d love to quit work, travel around Europe….”

“Why don’t you?” he interjects.

“Money” I say honestly “Can’t say I have a sugar daddy, unfortunately” I smirk.

“What about your family? Parents?” asks Ville.

I pause, my heart heavy, “I, er, they died when I was six”.

Stunned, he whispers “I’m so sorry”.

I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Don’t be, I barely remember it” I smile dishonestly. “I think we’re here?” I pull into a large and long gravelled driveway; there are tall black ornate gates. Did I take a wrong turn? There is a keypad for entry.

Ville leans over. “Six six six”, he says.

“Seriously?!” I roll my eyes and type in the code, and drive right in. I pull up outside a grand stately home. It’s dark, and how I long to see it in the light. There is a small fountain out front. I imagine how beautiful this could be in the warm sun.

Ville gets out of the car and walks around the back “Oh, um, you’re really fucking welcome” I mutter, before he opens my door and offers me his hand. “Very gentlemanly” I giggle, taking his hand “Thanks.” I climb out of the car and shut the door. I look up at the tall building in wonderment.

“Are you coming?” Demands Ville, palm outstretched. I take his hand and follow him inside. The hallway is illuminated by a large glass chandelier. I spy a plush dark red velvet chaise longue, a matching soft rug, black candelabras. The mood is dark but romantic.

“Vee is definitely for vampires” I whisper; as Ville laughs out loud.

“Am I that transparent?” he asks.

“I don’t know, let’s ask your gothic decor, shall we?” I smirk, teasing him. I have no idea what the fuck I am doing following a dangerous man into his remote home, but I must admit that part of me would be just fine if he murdered me on the chaise longue by candlelight.

He starts to climb the large wooden staircase, carpeted with - you guessed it - a dark red velvet runner down the middle. Ville turns back and looks at me “Come.” He demands.

My heart sinks. “Ville, I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am but-“

“I owe you a song”, his face softens as he interjects, his lips part, his eyes plead.

“Okay” I say, warily. He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. There are beautiful oil paintings leading up the stair case. Night scenes, moons, woodland creatures on canvas. He is definitely a night owl, in love with all things dark, and I can’t help but find it endearing.

He reaches his large pale hands, adorned with pewter rings, in front of him and thrusts them into two tall wooden double doors. It’s so dark, I blink several times to acclimatise to the void in front of me. Ville reaches in his pocket and moves around the room, clicking his lighter. In a moment, the room is illuminated by beautiful black candlesticks. The walls are red, of course they are. Another chaise longue. A beautiful double mirrored vintage black wardrobe. In front of me is a huge four poster bed. The ornate wood is black, the sheets are what look like dark red silk. Everything about this room is elegant, but I can’t shake the air of loneliness that lingers within the walls.

“Take a seat, my darling” he purrs, and walks to the corner of the room. He removes his blazer jacket, throwing it to the ground. He’s wearing a black vest, his luscious milky skin glowing in contrast. I notice the swirling pattern of thorns down one arm; a beautiful intricate tattoo sleeve. I perch on the chaise longue, fearing that lying on his bed would send the wrong message. I’m not about to sleep with him at the drop of a hat, no matter how attractive he is. He grabs an acoustic guitar from one of several stands: he has quite the collection, and walks towards me.

He stops a couple metres from me and sits down cross legged. He tunes his guitar whilst my eyes wander. I realise he’s removed the hat and he has the most beautiful darkened curls of hair. I imagine running my hands through them as his face is buried in my… Christ, I need to get a grip. All of a sudden he begins to play;

“You can't escape the wrath of my heart

Beating to your funeral song

All faith is lust for hell regained

And love dust in the hands of shame

Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed

Lead you along this path in the dark

Where I belong until I feel your warmth

Hold me like you held on to life

When all fears came alive and entombed me

Love me like you loved the sun

Scorching the blood in my vampire heart

I'll be the thorns in every rose

You've been sent by hope

I am the nightmare waking you up

From the dream of a dream of love

Let me weep you this poem as heaven's gates close

Paint you my soul scarred and alone

Waiting for your kiss to take me back home

Hold me like you held on to life

When all fears came alive and entombed me

Love me like you loved the sun

Scorching the blood in my vampire heart”

As he sings, I feel his pain. He closes his eyes and bares his soul. He has a deep voice when he speaks, but when he sings his range is amplified. The hairs on my neck stand on end and my skin tingles. I just want to hold him; to comfort him.

“Ville… that was…” I am breathless “that was beautiful.” He looks up and smiles wistfully at me. Spontaneously, I stand and walk over to him. I kneel in front of him and wrap my arms around him. His back is stiff and strong beneath my palms. The smell of whiskey still lingering. He does not move. My fingertips reach up to caress the curls at the back of his head and I bury my face in his neck. “Ville… who hurt you?” My voice breaking; his body softens and his large hands make their way around my back.

He nuzzles into my neck and sighs deeply. Whispering, he says “I have been lonely for so, so long. I have spent years holding on to the faintest hope that love would find me…” I tense my arms to hold him tighter and he begins to pull away.

His hands grasp my shoulders lightly. He pulls away from my neck to look into my eyes. His face is a mere inch from mine. His beautiful green eyes searching mine for something. “Who ARE you?” he implores.

I blush “What do you mean?”

His eyes drop to my lips. “Where have you been, baby?” I stop breathing. The world stands still. His lips crash into mine.

Our lips move together as he tilts his head. I feel him run his tongue lightly between my lips, begging for entry. I open my mouth to take a small breath and his tongue claims mine. Lapping, massaging, caressing my tongue with his. His hands on my back become heavier as he pulls me toward him; removing the small gap between our bodies. My knees find themselves either side of Ville’s waist as I straddle his lap. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling, teasing. Suddenly, Ville breaks the kiss “I can’t!” he pleads, looking torn.

“W-what?” I whisper, dejected.

“You deserve more than this, a sober man for starters. You are far too good for me-“ I silence him with my index finger on his lips.

“Shh” I soothe him “You are enough; don’t try to convince me - or anyone - that you are less.” I kiss his forehead lovingly and he lets out a contented sigh.

Again, he whispers “Where have you been, baby? I wanted you for so long”. He looks into my eyes with yearning. “I’ve been here, waiting for you. Only you, Ville.”

His bright eyes and smile light the darkness around us. “Let’s not do this on the floor” smirks Ville as he pulls me to stand and walks me to the foot of his enormous bed. My hand begins to shake in his as my anxiety makes itself known to him. Ville strokes his hand up and down my arm as comfort; “I’m not expecting anything at all. I just want you to feel comfortable”. We sit on the edge of the bed and he cups my face with his pale hands, and kisses me sweetly. I kick off my boots and shuffle up the bed. He follows suit and we lie, arms wrapped around each other, exploring our mouths with our tongues.

My fingers wrapping around his curls, he giggles. “You like the hair, huh?” He asks.

“Mmm” I reply “Burn the hat”; he smiles into our kiss.

I lean back to look at him. His eye lashes are longer than I realised up close. There are tiny wrinkles either side of his eyes from smiling and laughing. He has a slight stubble and soft, plump, pink lips; a bright white grin and beautiful emerald green irises. My fingers travel the thorn sleeve from his wrist to his elbow. He shivers and closes his eyes. “What?” I smile.

“You” he replies “Your touch, your skin…” he signs as his eyes wander “I am demonstrating excellent self restraint right now”. He grins wickedly.

“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Please, baby” he sighs “I’m trying to be a gentleman”.

We spend hours talking about our hopes, our dreams, touching, giggling, kissing. He promises to take me to Finland; and to play me a song every morning on his guitar. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him, nuzzling into the back of my neck, and we fall asleep in each others arms.

…

I have never slept so well in my life. I roll over to find Ville on his back, still sleeping. It’s still so dark in his room but I can see a strip of white light around the black out curtains. It must be morning. I gently sneak out of bed to grab my purse and find my phone. I have a couple of hours before work, so I have a half hour or so to snuggle with Ville. I crawl into bed on all fours, trying to wake Ville with light kisses on his forehead, temples, cheeks.

“Wow, you sleep like the dead!” I mutter. I place my palm on his shoulder and shake him gently. “Wake up, I have work soon” I purr. I dial the sensuality up a notch and start to lick and nip at his neck. He jolts and his limbs stiffen. I trail the tip of my tongue from his neck, up and around his jawline, until I reach his bottom lip. I nip it slightly with my teeth and he grabs both of my wrists and swiftly twists himself on top of me.

His eyes are not green, but dark. He kisses me deeply, but I sense something is off. He’s silent, he’s rough… something is not right.

“Ville… stop!”. He grabs my jaw with his hand and forces it aside. He moves to my neck and bites down. I feel his sharp teeth and scream.

He jolts back, as if woken from a dream. His eyes are light green and wide; his mouth crimson with my blood “Oh god… FUCK… I am so sorry!” He loosens his grip and I scramble from the bed, grabbing my heels and my purse.

I am trembling and crying and running through the darkness. HOW is his home this dark?!? I reach the front door and hear him running down the staircase. “Please! I’m sorry! Let me explain!” My legs threaten to give way underneath me as I hesitate, part of me wanting to give him a chance. My neck hurts and I place pressure on it. I move my hand in front of me and gasp at the bloody mess on my fingertips. He reaches a hand towards me and I shove my hip into the door with full force. It swings open and the sunlight bears down on his arm; I watch his pallid skin sizzle and smoke in the bright light. He screams in pain and falls backward and I run to my car. I pull the door open, fling my belongings into the passenger seat and lock the doors. The adrenaline pumping through my body, I drive fast towards the large ornate gates. I type in 666 and speed away from this nightmare, a flurry of tears raining across my steering wheel and my lap. I hear myself sobbing but I persevere until I am home.

I rush into my flat, lock the door and fall to the floor; I cry and cry until I am empty. I step into the bathroom and observe the damage. Two puncture wounds on my neck. Just when I am sure I have no tears left, I begin to cry again. I cleanse the wound and flinch at the sting. I bandage myself up the best that I can, lie face down on my bed, and sob until I pass out.

AO3: SinnySioux; more to come 🦇

Graphics by saradika-graphics

[unpopularvivian]

https://youtu.be/6CL1IuzzVQs?si=vpbLpMKAq2Aujcy4

Sixteen: Oh I'm gonna enjoy this!

Thomas: *Yeets a piece of scrap at Sixteen's head*

*The entire domain starts shaking and everything goes dark. And ominous music starts.*

Thomas: Ah shit.

Sixteen: Ah hahahahahahahshahahah... Ah hahahahahahhahahah.... AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Thomas: *Nearly fucking trips from the shaking as a Erie blue glow appears behind him.*

Sixteen: Oh.... Oompa loompa Doopity doo. You're just plain FUCKED hate to break it to you! HA HA HA HA!

*A loud explosion tearing up the ground destroyes everything and soon all three are falling through the sky at rapid speeds with fire and Lava everywhere and Sixteen is a mutated combination of Sixteen and Wilbert*

Sixteen: IN THIS FINAL FLEETING MOMENT BEST TO USE YOUR SKILL AND HONE IT! FACE YOU'RE FEARS AND FACE THE MUSIC! IF YOU'RE POWER, THEN ABUSE IT!

Thomas: In this final fleeting moment best to adapt hit rewind and snap back! I got power so I'll use it block all your attempts!

Sixteen: Sky high show down! Positioned to checkmate! Face down the seraphim on a whim that's challenges your fate!

Both: TOO LATE! You're in the past won't last in this state!

Sixteen: Gone too far the stars aligning altitudes rapidly declining clinging on to silver lining it!

Thomas: Spitting bars I'll keep on fighting despite the push back I will make you shut your trap!

Both: Ghosts like the ones above we're one of a kind ain't that right? But, at the new generation's CORE! their "One of a kind's" just like yours!

Sixteen: Understand it?

Thomas: In the present!

Sixteen: No one planned it!

Thomas: Keep on dancing!

Sixteen: Yet here we are!

Thomas: Shooting stars!

Sixteen: Our old unique!

Thomas: Falling asleep!

Sixteen: Carbon copied!

Both: To become the new gens star!

Sixteen: Be careful with what you do next!

Thomas: Every battle no reason to fret!

Sixteen: What'd you expect?

Thomas: Louder than jets!

Sixteen: Face it we're wrecked!

Thomas: I am not wrecked!

Both: But hey that's how it's been penned each story has to end! Less it's mine! I'll rewind! Find a way that I don't have to die! I'm the ace of my kind! Face it blue! You're both through! But I won't go on the same as you! Oh! But what can I do?

Wilbert: Cling to the walls as the whole domain falls I'd crumble under the debris! Urgh, Nevermind! But, how do I survive! Or is this day my folly?

Timothy: Pay for your crimes as your life crumbles I know first hand the debris. Keep up at night! Bridge crumbling passengers all screaming!

Both: But in the end we know!

*Flash back*

Sixteen: I was one of the best too ever live wasn't I?

Thomas: The amount of chaos was too much for them right?

Sixteen: Had the island in disarray!

Both: Pure skill had lead the way! I'll be remembered today!

Thomas: You're a little bitch so petty!

Sixteen: I have the whole under under my eye!

Both: I've done what I've set out to do in vain I'll never die!

Thomas: IN THIS FINAL FLEETING MOMENT BEST TO USE YOUR SKILL AND HONE IT! FACE YOU'RE FEARS AND FACE THE MUSIC! IF YOU'RE POWER, THEN ABUSE IT!

Sixteen: Waiting for the unaimed arrow to pierce through the blood and marrow travel through Tsunami chartless journeys only for the heartless!

Thomas: Hear me scream and shout! Time is up you're going down!

Sixteen: Part with those you hold dear we've been ostracized no more lies just the beast you fear!

Sixteen: *Part I couldn't read*

Thomas: *Part I'm not bothering to write*

Sixteen: My, that expression, I know too well. One who cannot rule their own hell!

Thomas: Mind your fucking business! Your crossing lines! Take another stab and I'll shove you in a mine!

Sixteen: Yet you blame me for you're faults, victimized! Know that pride becomes the fall! Strike the hope under the sky!

Thomas: we have finished this damn brawl, in the sky! Hear the wind rush we call, out to the gods above!

*Thomas and Sir Topham Hatt are screaming on the top of their lungs as they're about to hit the ground, ready to become squashed watermelons*

Thomas and Sir Topham Hatt: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Sixteen: HAHAHAHA!!!!! YES, SCREAM AS YOU TWO FALL TO YOUR DISGRACEFUL DEATHS!!!!!!

Thomas: I'M GOING TO DIE I'M GOING TO DIE-

Sir Topham Hatt: WHO'S GONNA RUN THIS RAILWAY WHEN MY ASHES ARE CREMATED!??!!?

*However, something strange happens as the two suddenly stop in the air as Sixteen keeps on falling instead*

Sixteen: Wait, WHAT?!?!!?!

*Bye, bye motherfucker. it's about time somebody took you down*

Sixteen: No, you CAN'T!!!!!!!

*I mean, all villains have to meet their end, don't they?*

Sixteen: NOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I'LL COME BACK!!!!! SOMEDAY!!!!! SOMEDDDDAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

*Sixteen then crashes into the ground, instantly killing him in the process as Thomas and Sir Topham Hatt slowly descend to the ground safely. Edward, Rosie, Whiff and Ryan quickly run towards them and hugs them tightly*

Edward: Thomas!!!! You're okay!!!!!

Rosie: You managed to defeat Sixteen!!!!

Thomas: Oh come on! I mean, I did beat him in our last rap battle. But really, it was somebody else who finished him off.*Winks at Textbook*

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Don't know why I just remembered this, but let's have a story time!

It's a family wedding. Sean and I are there together. It's my chunk of the family. Before this story begins, please know that dad's phone went off mid-ceremony, and it was a rooster crow, and my baby brother quipped, "Must be the dowry," and it was very, very hard to keep quiet enough to not cause further interruptions in the ceremony.

We manage it, and then there's about half an hour between the ceremony and the reception. It's all in the same space, so the bride and groom exit to get a little down time while the rest of us just chit chat and what have you.

There's a dance floor in the space. Very soon after the ceremony, a toddler starts running in a circle on the dance floor and yelling at the top of its lungs.

This was when I was still living in an area where "When are you having children?" was considered a reasonable question to ask a stranger and "you'll change your mind" was considered a polite way to answer my response of "literally never."

So, I'm fucking annoyed from moment one because toddler screaming is like an electric shock to my brain and I have already been through a few people asking about kids and doing the, "Oh, but you'll change your mind" when I told them I'm not having kids.

Just deal with it, I think to myself. When the reception starts, the kid will get pulled off the dance floor, and it'll probably fall asleep in five minutes.

The reception started.

The kid was NOT removed from the dance floor.

The kid kept screaming and running DURING the first dances. There was no sign of anyone stepping forward to get that kid off the goddamn dance floor.

"What sort of fucking rude person does this?" I hissed to my mother as Sean went to the bar to get me something fortifying. "It's the first dances! Why is no one getting that kid off the floor?"

"Honey, be quiet," my mother hissed in return. And, yeah, my voice carries, but it sure as shit was not carrying over the yelling kid.

"I will NOT be quiet," I replied, still hissing. "I'm not gonna make a scene, but it's fucking rude to not get that kid off the fucking dance floor."

"Excuse me," a woman says to my left, "that's my child."

She was definitely not expecting me to turn to her and say, full voice, "Then get him off the fucking dance floor. This isn't about your kid."

"GAYLE." My mother said.

"Excuse you?" the lady replied, absolutely shocked I'd called her on her bullshit. She'd been standing next to me for several minutes talking to other people. I'd assumed she was just another guest. Not the actual mother of this child who was not being supervised.

"Get. Your. Fucking. Kid. Off. The. Dance. Floor." I snapped. "It isn't cute to let your kid do this."

"GAYLE," my mother tried again even though there is no question she knows it doesn't work. Because it has never worked.

"Get him off the floor, or I'll do it," I said to the woman. "And you'll find out how rude I can be."

Kid FINALLY got pulled off the dance floor. Lady glared at me the rest of the night. I had a couple of people who had overheard me (including my mom) try to tell me I'd been rude, and I refused to bend.

"Seems ruder not to corral your kid during someone's wedding," I replied every time.

"And what about if it was your kid?" I got asked.

"I'm not having any goddamn kids."

[buc-eebarnes]

could we get a “pressing a kiss to the other’s forehead as they sleep” with mayor damien and the da?

hello anon! thank you for your request! this is the second of the damien x da double feature, the first of which is this fic: fill my lungs, fill my head

from this prompt list. requests are closed at this time.

with sweetness, with you

pairing: damien x the district attorney

tags: forehead kisses, literal sleeping together, established relationship, secret relationship, damien-centric

rated T || 1080 words || read on ao3!

Damien wakes to a lightning storm thrashing outside the window.

His eyes blink lazily, but the noise doesn’t bother him in the least. He welcomes rainy days—there’s always been something so calming about the pitter-patter of it, the coziness that blankets the city after a dry spell.

He looks down at where he’s curled around his district attorney, sleeping soundly in his arms. Their ages-old face always looked so young whenever they rested. Damien thinks it’s the only time that they can really, truly let go of all their troubles, of their burdens.

Thunder rumbles again. The attorney shifts slightly, but not enough to wake. Damien rests his cheek on top of their head, absentmindedly stroking their shoulders.

He tries going back to sleep, but it’s difficult. He managed to fall asleep as soon as he and his attorney were finished with their…nighttime activities…but now that he has woken up, it seems like the drowsiness has evaded him.

The clock on the table reads 3:55 AM. He huffs a sigh and mentally runs through his schedule for the day.

He has to be in the office in four hours. Around 9 AM, he has meetings that run until noon. The rest of the day is dedicated to driving around the city and inspecting all of the different areas that need his attention. It’s going to be a long one, but at least the party will be something to look forward to in the evening. Like his attorney said, it’d be nice to see Mark again.

The thought of his friend puts a heavy weight on his mind.

It’s been a few years since Celine ran away with William. Damien didn’t know that anything was transpiring between the two; anytime he asked Mark how they were doing, or anytime he tried approaching Celine, they had always shrugged it off.

Damien didn’t realize how much they’d been fighting. How they were throwing things at each other, screaming obscenities and insults at one another. He only saw when he and William had come to the house when the spouses had been in the middle of their biggest fight and William, in an attempt to prevent Celine from getting hurt, had just taken Damien’s sister away, leaving Mark in shambles and cursing out his adoptive brother.

There was love there, once. Damien had been wary of their relationship since its conception, but he had always supported them, no matter what, even when Celine had started pursuing occult practices and Mark rose to fame as an actor.

He hasn’t talked to his sister since the incident. He wonders if she’ll be at the party.

Mark, he’s heard even less from. Ever since Celine left, he’d holed himself up in the manor, never stepping outside, not even taking on any roles or projects. He was a recluse in the public’s eye, and even some of his more determined fans didn’t seem to know what happened to him.

The district attorney, at one point, had marched up to the manor every single day for three months. They’d left food, groceries, things that Mark needed to keep functioning. Benjamin always met them at the door, and he always said the same thing, sadly,

“I apologize, but the master is not feeling well today.”

The district attorney cared a lot about Mark. In college, they both had a bond that not even Damien could break. They were inseparable—thick as thieves. Mark was more of a best friend to the attorney than he ever was. Their dynamic changed only when Celine and Mark got together.

They never said anything, but the change in his friend’s demeanor was palpable.

To his knowledge, nothing romantic had ever transpired between the two. He’d asked the attorney, once.

Something sad and dark passed through their eyes, but they shook their head vehemently. “No. Nothing’ll ever happen between me and him.”

And that was that.

Damien supposes that falling in love with the attorney was something that couldn’t be avoided. They were gorgeous. They were full of life. Personable. Easy to talk to. You could go to them with any problem and they’d give you solid advice. They’d never bullshit him.

They were kind, too. Attentive. Considerate. Encouraging. Even when the attorney had bad days, they never failed to think of others.

Falling in love was both gradual and quick. There was a pull to them that Damien couldn’t shake, and there was nothing else in the world that would have made him stray away. “Ride or die,” they had once said, taking his hand and bringing it up to their lips. “You’ve stuck with me this far. I’ll stick with you in the days to come.”

He was actually surprised when the attorney was the one to approach him with their feelings. It made Damien elated—he’d been harboring something for them for years, and to hear the attorney return it…

It’s a shame, however, that they have to keep their relationship a secret. Regimes have survived on less, but a scandal regarding the most well-liked mayor in decades and a promising newly-elected district attorney would have sent the media for a spin. Damien’s family was affluent and powerful. Word would have gotten out that the attorney was only able to get the position because they were connected to his family, and no one would have taken the time to acknowledge his friend’s hard work, to consider the other side of it all.

So this is what they have settled with. A house that they share, but none of their family members or their friends know. Damien debated on whether he should have told Mark or Celine, or William, for that matter, as they were all within the circle to know, but he secretly liked that this was theirs. As much as he would love for their relationship to be public, it just wasn’t feasible.

The attorney sleeps soundly against the raging storm. Damien gently kisses their temple, and they snuggle further into his hold.

In the morning, he will go through his routine, and in the evening, he will meet with the rest of his friends at Markiplier Manor. He will have a good time with old friends, and he will finally face Mark after a year of silence. And who knows what might happen? He and the attorney might be able to tell their friends the news of their relationship.

Life is theirs to choose, after all.

buy me a coffee!

[shieldofiron]

Hey dude, so everything is good with my family member, and I was wondering if we (as in me) could get some omegaverse munver w pregnant Jason cause I need that fluffy pregnancy shit.

I'm so glad! I've actually been playing them in the sims and Jason is on baby number FIVE so I think I have an idea for this. It may be edging into hurt/comfort, but it's just a little domestic moment from these cute boys and we get very fluffy at the end don't worry.

All Jason' wanted was to be able to flop down, face first into the pillow and scream until his lungs gave out.

Celia had needed help getting ready, and then the twins went back and forth, fussing when he tried to breastfeed them together. So he had to do it one at a time. Somewhere in the haze there has also been a diaper blowout, and Celia had of course spilled chocolate milk which meant Jason had to stop everything to clean before it got into the tv.

He'd let Celia watch way too much tv because the twins were running him ragged, and he felt like the worst Omega in the whole wide world.

But he couldn't lie down and scream. Because he couldn't lie on his stomach at all. Because he was a few weeks from popping out another one. Another baby to scream at him and pull his hair and...

Calloused hands brushed Jason's upper arm.

"Hey there, hot stuff," Eddie whispered, "Sorry I'm past bed time, they made a change to the stems-."

Jason swore he didn't normally cry this fast. Okay, he did, but he was supposed to be a dad now, and dads didn't cry.

"Oh," Eddie gathered him close, "What's wrong?"

"It was just... I just..." Jason shuddered, "I don't think I can do this."

"The album will be done soon, babe, I'll be home more," Eddie wiped Jason's tears away, "I know it's been a hard one. I know I haven't been-"

Jason shook his head, "That's not it. I almost lost it in front of them today."

"Lost it?" Eddie stroked his cheek, "Your temper? Babe-"

"No, I almost cried," Jason sniffed heavily, rubbing it on the arm of his pajama top. He hadn't even had the energy to get dressed today.

"What? Babe, who cares?" Eddie frowns, "I cry all the time."

Jason swallowed hard, "W-what?"

"This parenting stuff is hard and I won't lie to you, we may have gone a little overboard with pups right away," Eddie smiled, "Not that I regret a single fucking second. But sometimes... shit, I was this close to falling asleep with Jamie in my arms last night, and when Luce started crying I was right there with her. I would literally kill for a little extra sleep."

Jason wiped his nose miserably, "I'm their dad. I can't just go bursting into tears over spilled chocolate milk."

"Why not? You don't have to act like everything's okay all the time. Actually, please don't act like everything's okay. Come to me," Eddie kissed his cheek, "We'll cry together over the chocolate milk, right?"

Jason's heart swelled, and his eyes overflowed all over again.

And then, of course, Luce started to cry, wails echoing across the walls of their tiny fixer upper.

"I got that," Eddie nudged Jason to the bed, "You have a good cry, okay?"

Jason swallowed, trying for a moment to keep the feelings in. But by the time Eddie came back to bed and wrapped his arms around Jason, smelling like reheated breastmilk and baby wipes, Jason was fully weeping.

"I love you," Eddie whispered, "And I love our life. Tears and all."

Jason trembled a little, smiling despite himself, "I love our life too. I'm sorry. I just got so overwhelmed. And I don't even know how we're going to handle it with the new baby too."

"I don't know. I think we have a leg up, because it's gonna have the best Omega dad in the world," Eddie kissed Jason's cheek. "Who cries over spilled chocolate milk and kisses all their boo-boos and tries so very hard, all the time."

Jason smiled, "Baby-"

"Are you craving chocolate milk too?"

"Yes, we can't talk about it this much," Jason laughed.

Eddie hopped up onto his knees, "I'll make you one. No, we'll do one big one with two straws."

Jason made the bed before Eddie got back, spreading the quilt out and kneeling on it.

"You remember when we had no money, and you used to take me on picnic dates?" Jason smiled when Eddie sat on the bed and offered Jason one of Celia's favorite crazy straws.

"I remember how beautiful you look spread out on a picnic blanket, yes," Eddie smirked, sipping from his own crazy straw.

Jason rolled his eyes, "I'm trying to be romantic."

"What's not romantic about what I used to do to you on the picnic blanket?" Eddie smirked, "The poets would write epic poems as odes to your beauty, omega."

Jason huffed a little, blushing and taking a sip.

Eddie sipped from his straw, "I remember how we used to lie there afterwards in the grass, and you'd pull me close and tell me all your plans for us. The kids. The house. That I would get to play music every day... pretty romantic to me."

Jason's eyes felt a little hot, like he was going to cry again, and he looked up at the ceiling to try to calm it.

"How'd you do that, babe? Or did you just want it so bad you made it real?" Eddie asked softly, taking Jason's hand.

Jason swiped at his eyes, and Eddie set their chocolate milk on the side table.

"Don't cry, babe," Eddie crooned, pulling Jason closer, "I haven't even spilled it yet."

"I love you."

"I love you, Jason Munson," Eddie rubbed a hand gently over Jason's belly before sliding around to rub the small of his back, and his eyes looked suspiciously wet too, "I love you so much."