#series: monsters are always hungry darling

[phoward89]

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Chapter 4:

In the time that Coryo's been taking care of you, which has been nearly 2 weeks now, you've discovered that he's an enigma. You just can't figure him out. On one hand he can be a right condescending bastard, but on the other hand he can also be very caring and attentive.

Some of his remarks cut deep. They even make you feel frustrated or useless sometimes. You hate feeling like that; you hate that his smug attitude has that effect on you.

But then he has his gentle moments, moments that make you feel cared for. The way he gently runs his calloused fingers down your back when checking its healing progress sends sparks up and down your spine. How he has you lay on top of his chest every night, to keep pressure off of the lashes on your back, while wrapping his arms around you has you swooning. His kisses can be soft and sweet or hungry and feral full of neediness and want, but every kiss you share makes you feel desired.

Yes, he's quite the enigma indeed.

“You think you're healed enough to go to the market with me?” Coryo asks, walking thru the door.

He went back to his peacekeeper duties a few days ago, but that hasn't stopped him from living with you. In fact, he sets an alarm to go off about an hour before wakeup call in order to sneak back into the barracks before dawn. Coryo always presses a kiss to your hair and tells you to go back to sleep before he goes.

You always groan and bury your nose in his pillow.

“Yes, I can go, but why didn't you just do it before coming here?” You reply, finding it a bit odd that he just didn't buy some groceries before returning home- like he usually did.

“Sejanus says that you need to get out and about; that fresh air and walks will be good for your healing.”

“Oh.”

“How bout you take a shower and I'll help you get dressed when you're done, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, rising from the table and heading to the bathroom.

At least Coryo's letting you shower by yourself now. For a while he was bathing you, afraid that you'd hurt your back if you were left to your own devices.

As Coriolanus rooted thru your clothes basket to find you something suitable to wear in the harsh winter weather, his encounter with Sejanus earlier played in his mind like an old movie rerun.

“How's your girl doing, Coryo?” Sejanus asked his friend as they patrolled the streets of the factory sector of the district.

“She's doing better. Her back’s healing, but she still can't put any pressure on it.” Coriolanus explained your condition to his friend. “I've started cutting down her doses of morphling; been giving it to her during the night and leaving her a bottle of aspirin for the day.”

“Has she been out and about yet?”

“No, Sejanus. She hasn't left our apartment.” He told the dark-haired peacekeeper, who in return shook his head at Coriolanus. “What?” Shot out of Coriolanus' mouth faster than a shooting star. “She's been hurt; she lost her coat during the whipping incident, plus I had to start patrol work again. Why would she be out and about?”

“You can't keep her locked up in her apartment, Coryo. She needs fresh air and some exercise to help her healing.” Sejanus explained, hoping that the platinum blonde would see reason.

But, of course, he didn't see reason.

“She knows how to open the window, if she wants fresh air that bad. And she's been walking around the apartment, it's not like I'm a monster that's got her tied up to the bedpost or something.”

“Did you forget that I've been inside of her apartment? She doesn't have a bedpost, her mattress is on the floor with a tiny wooden table next to it.”

“Stop calling it her apartment, I live there too.” Barked out Coriolanus. Pointing at Sejanus, he added in, “And don't worry about our bed. That's my bed with my darling rose, you hear me?”

“Yea, I hear you.” Sejanus heavily sighed. “Look, if she needs a coat and ya’ll are struggling to buy one I can always have Ma send Y/N one in the mail.” The kind hearted peacekeeper offered, hoping that a new coat would help with you being able to leave your apartment. An apartment that Coriolanus insisted was his now too. “As a Christmas present.” Sejanus quickly added in, reminding Coryo that the winter holiday was in a week.

“Yea, Ma can send my girl a coat for Yule.” Coriolanus nodded.

Sejanus smiled, happy that his friend was letting him do something nice for you. If only he could convince Coryo to let you off of your house arrest…

“Coryo, Y/N needs to spend some time with you outside of your apartment. Even just a few minutes will be good for her healing.”

“The last time she went out she got whipped so badly that I had to stitch up half of her back. So, excuse me, Sej, for just wanting to keep her safe; away from people gawking at her because of what happened.”

“She can't stay locked up in that apartment, spending her days in nightgowns waiting for you to come home every night all because you're scared of her getting hurt again; of not being able to protect her- again.” Sejanus told his best friend, trying to get it into the platinum blonde’s thick skull that you needed to see more than the inside of the same 4 walls day after day. “What happened shouldn't have, but it did, Coryo. It did and you've been caring for her better than a nurse could; now it's time to aid in her healing by letting her walk around town for a bit.”

Coriolanus bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head. Sejanus has a point, but he doesn't want to admit it. The district born boy's right, what happened to you shouldn't have happened, but it did because Coryo turned you in. Turned you in without the apple as evidence.

He truly didn't know how harsh your punishment was going to be. He thought a quick flogging, maybe no more then 2 or 3 lashes. But he didn't know that you'd be stripped naked in the snow and whipped repeatedly until you fell down from the pain. God, you had about a dozen lashes on your back and half of them were so deep that you'll have scars. Honestly, Coriolanus felt guilty when he watched you get whipped; felt remorseful and regretted his actions.

But he'd never let himself admit it. No, he keeps rationalizing his actions as the right thing. That you stole, that I'd you didn't steal then he wouldn't have turned you in. That he needed to look good in his superiors eyes, that turning you in got him one step closer to the Capitol.

To home.

But now his plans have slightly altered. Now he has you and he's bringing you home with him.

“Coryo, if you really want to protect her, then maybe you should sign up to take that elite officer's exam. Nobody messes with an officer's girl.” Sejanus told the tall blonde, pulling him out of his mental musings.

“Elite Officer's exam?” Coriolanus parroted, sounding stunned.

“Yea.” Sejanus nodded. “I thought you knew about it.” Apparently nobody told Coriolanus about the exam, but considering he's been trading work days with people to be able to spend so much time tending to you, it's not hard to figure out why nobody told him.

“There's a test in a week or so for an Elite Officer's commission. It's for Naval and Air Force tho, so you'll be shipped out of 8.”

“Thank you for telling me. I'll have to sign up before going home.” Coriolanus gratefully told Sejanus.

Yes, since he's in a good mood he'll take you to the market once he gets off work. You should have a sweater to wear; if not then you can borrow his. God knows he's moved his shit into your place; has the bag nestled right next to your wicker basket at the foot of your bed.

And while on your walk to the market he'll tell you the great news about the Elite Officer's exam he's signing up for.

Once you were finished with your shower, you stepped out of the bathroom and into the main room of your apartment wrapped in a towel. You saw that Coryo had laid out your blue floral dress and orange-russet sweater. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, clutching some kind of orange material in his hand.

Hearing your feet pitter patter across the one-room apartment, he looked up at you and asked, “Do you need any help getting dressed, baby?”

Coryo still asks you that, every time you bathe and need to change, even tho you're able to dress yourself now. You guess he just likes to feel needed; offers to help cause of it.

“No, I'm fine, Coryo.” You told him, coming to a stop at the bed. “But thank you for your offer.” You added in, picking up the cotton panties he laid out for you.

Coryo waggled his brows and lowly whistled, “Can't wait til your back’s fully healed so I can fuck you, baby.”, as you took off your towel and pulled on your panties.

Yea…

You knew he'd want to do that as soon as you got better.

There's just one catch tho.

“I've never been with anyone before, Coryo. You’ll prolly be disappointed with my lack of experience.” You told him, grabbing your dress and pulling it on.

Before you could reach for your sweater, Coryo took your hand in his and tugged you until you fell onto his lap. “Darling, don't say that.” He cooed. “I’m proud to be the only man to ever touch you; your innocence will never disappoint me.” He assured you with a soft smile. “Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

To Coriolanus, you being innocent when it came to sex fueled his ego. Made him feel powerful. Yes, he enjoyed having power over you. Sex was another way to wield that power. Plus thought of being the only man to have you makes him feral with primal, possessive instincts.

You're his, all his!

Pecking you on the lips, he says, “Put your sweater on, little dove. I have something to give you that'll go perfect with it.”

You wondered what he had to give you. Silently, you nod and reach over to grab your sweater. You put it on while still sitting on Coryo's lap.

“This was my mother's; I'd like you to have it, Y/N.” Coryo told you, smiling brightly while handing you the orange bunch of silky material.

“Oh Coryo…” You gasped, taking the offered token from him. Inspecting the bright orange material, you quickly figured out that it was a large scarf or a shawl. “It's so pretty.” You mused, still in disbelief about receiving a gift of such fine quality. “Are you sure you want me to have it?. It belonged to your mom.” You ask, feeling a bit guilty about accepting the scarf. It belonged to his mom and from the look in his eyes, well, you know that she's gone.

“My mom would've loved you, baby. Please, accept my gift as a token of my affection, darling.” Coriolanus said, taking the scarf from your hands and wrapping it around your neck.

“Okay.” You relented.

Guiding you off of his lap and onto the bed, he told you, “Put on your knee highs; I'll get your boots.”

He picked your stockings up from the bed and handed them to you before going over to where your boots were at. As you pulled on your stockings, he brought you over the boots. Taking them from him, you slid them on.

Once you’re ready, Coryo gives you a closed lip smile and leads you out the door. He’s happy to be going to the market with you. You on the other hand…Well…You're nervous about people seeing you with a peacekeeper.

You and Coryo are walking along the urban streets of District 8, the cold winds chilling the both of you right down to the bone. You’re glued to his side with his arm wrapped protectively around your back. His large hand resting gently on it.

If he wasn't a peacekeeper from the Capitol, people might think that you make a cute couple. But, since he's a peacekeeper and you're a transfer, well…the residents of 8 turn their noses up at you in disgust. Coryo didn't seem to notice tho.

No, he was too caught up in his own upturn of luck to care what the locals thought of him with you. Their opinions didn't matter. They're just dirty dogs, scumbags, and rat bastards in his opinion. And soon Coriolanus will be an Elite Officer in either the Naval or the Air Force division of the Peacekeepers; he'll be getting the two of you out of the shithole you're stuck in and around civilized people.

“Y/N, I got some good news for you.” Coryo announces with excitement in his baritone, grinning from ear to ear; looking a bit like a homicidal maniac from Dateline.

“What is it?” You curiously ask. You two live in a wintery wasteland that's a smog and sweatshop hell. You're also a very unconventional couple, so you can't imagine what his good news is. Seriously, does anything good actually happen in 8?

“I signed up to take an Elite Officer's exam; when I pass we'll be able to leave 8; go to a nicer district or even the Capitol.” Coryo announced, his icy blue eyes gleaming, as his tone was filled with pride.

Hearing that the platinum blonde peacekeeper could possibly get you out of District 8 by becoming an Elite Officer gave you hope that maybe your luck wasn't shitty after all. You'd love to be able to go to a nicer district, like 1 or 2. And the possibility of going to the Capitol.

You…

Wow, it sounded wonderful. Perhaps too good to be true. But one things for certain, you wondered, “What's the difference between an Elite Officer and an Officer, Coryo?”

“An Elite Officer serves in one of the specialty forces- Naval or Air Force, while an Officer serves boots on the ground.” Coriolanus explained as the entrance to the marketplace came into view.

Looking up at him, you ask, “So you really think you can pass your exam; get us out of here?’

“My darling, I know that I'll pass and get us out.” Coryo confidently told you as the two of you walked into the marketplace. “Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” He pressed a kiss to your head.

As Coryo led you over to a produce cart, you could feel stares burning a hole into your back. You know that they're judging you because you're with a peacekeeper. Especially after what happened a couple of weeks back.

You're most likely a pariah now because you're with Coryo. But it’s not like you got into a relationship with him because you wanted to. You had to, because of your back injury. But that doesn't matter because to the citizens of District 8 you’re Peacekeeper's kept woman.

At least you won't be here much longer, since Coryo's slated to take his exam next week and he's positive that he'll pass. That he'll become an Elite Officer and be able to get the both of you out of the textile district of Panem.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 6 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 7

Summary: Meeting with Detective Rogers brings back Loki's past that he had kept hidden from you.

Warning: 18+, Steamy stuff, Rough language, , manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff.

"Told you to dress up decently, right?" He looked at you as you turned the tv off so you walked into the kitchen and held him from behind. You had his shirt on with a pair of booty shorts, nit exactly decent persay. 

"Is this not decent enough for detective Rogers?" You mumbled as you pressed soft kisses on his skin, the scratches from her fingernails had left their print behind so you were kissing over each and everyone of those marks.

He turned around and placed his hands on your hips so you jumped a little and he instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked a few steps backwards and made you sit on the countertop.

"Are you okay?" He asked you softly, you could sense the genuine concern in his tone.

"I am..scared" you held onto him tightly and he sighed.

"Of that monster?" 

"Mmmmhmmmm" 

"You know I will protect you right?" 

You nodded as you pulled away from him.

"Are you okay?" You looked down as you asked him, your fingers trailed over the bite marks on his chest that one of his whores had left behind, sometimes you felt mean thinking like this about them, they caught his eyes and got lucky, it wasn't really their fault but the jealousy always took over. They had the parts of him he never gave to you. And probably never will.

"You don't have to worry about me darling" he chuckled as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, he was pulling away so you placed your hands on his shoulders.

"Don't leave please" 

"Uhhhuh? Then who'll feed this hungry little pouch of yours" you giggled as he tickled the sides of your waist, his eyes teared up at the sight, sometimes he truly wished that he was powerful enough to turn back the time so he could have protected you better, so he could have done better then what he did. 

"Stopppp stooopp please stahhhhp" you screamed so he listened to you for once.

You both heard the door buzzing so you immediately jumped down from the counter and walked past him, he quickly went to his room to put a shirt on as well.

"Hello Mister Steve" you smiled as you looked at Detective Rogers, he stepped inside the apartment so you locked the door.

"Y/n, it's been a while, I'm glad you're staying out of trouble" you grabbed his arm and turned him around to hug him as he said that. 

"Oh detective I have missed you" you could tell he was feeling uncomfortable and that's exactly why you liked to annoy him, plus you really wanted Loki to see this, obviously. Steve pulled you off him as he heard Loki's footsteps approaching, when you looked at him and he was glaring right at you.

"Why don't you go make a cup of coffee for us? Can you do that?" Loki asked you so you smiled.

"Yes daddddy" you walked past them both, Steve's eyes widened while Loki's just rolled like usual.

"Come with me" Steve followed Loki to his room and then you heard the door shutting.

"What was that? Why did she call you that??" He seemed weirded out as he questioned Loki.

"You know why ..you fucking know what she does" Loki answered, a little frustrated by your behaviour.

"I just.. is something going on between you two?" 

"Well atleast find a safer place, I'm serious Loki, you know he is looking for her and we can't risk it" 

"You didn't come here to talk about that did you?" 

"She's wearing your clothes, she's calling you 'Dadddy'..I'm just worried, she has been through alot..we– " Loki cut him off as he didn't want to hear anything Steve had to say about your relationship with him. He knew what he was doing.

"I know that and I can fucking take care of her alright? What's going on between us is not your concern..she's not a child any longer, you and your bloody laws they can't take me away from her anymore" Loki's eyes teared up from anger and frustration. It wasn't just Steve but the build up from the past days, the tension between you two, Odin escaping, you kissing Peter, it was all getting to him. He was afraid of losing you again.

"Can you calm down, I'm on your side, I have always been on your side Loki" 

Loki sighed as Steve said that. 

"Where is that bastard?"

"We are searching for him, look you two need to get away somewhere far from here" 

"We can't, she has liabilities, her work..we can't just ditch everything and run off into the sunset" loki crossed his arms as he said that.

"I'll take care of her, I just need him caught because you know if I find him first I'll kill him with my bare hands" 

Steve sighed again as Loki said that. That's mostly how conversations occured between them since the beginning.

"Two officers will be patrolling around the area, just a safety measure, we have our men on every point from NY to LA, he won't be able to get here" 

"How did he look like when he escaped?" 

"Well.. that's the first thing he'd do, change his appearance" Steve nodded as he said that then he got really quiet ad he thought about someone. He had to keep her safe too. "Did you get in touch with her?" 

Steve took out a picture and gave it to him, his eyes burned with tears of anger as he looked at the image of his father, the white hair made him look different but that smile still made his skin crawl. 

Steve's eyes flickered as Loki questioned him then he realised what he meant.

"She's under our observation, her and Nat both, don't worry"

"Nooo…it's been years. What's the point really? Especially with y/n around now it doesn't even matter anymore" 

"I just want Jo out of this, Odin is vengeful and the moment he finds out about our history he will try to use her to get to me" his eyes teared up more as he thought about her and the time he had spent with her, for once in his life he actually thought he'd have it all, he thought of a world where things would finally start to turn around for him, he really did but it ended and it took away whatever sanity he had left with in him.

"I understand Loki, are you still in touch with her?" 

"She's an adult Loki, maybe now is not the right time but once Odin is in our hands again you need to let her go so you both can heal, this whole thing is not good for her you know that..does she even know about Jo?" 

"Bye bye detective..see us again soon" As he was about to leave, you got on your toes and kissed his cheeks one by one, that shocked Steve to say the least.

"She doesn't and I want to keep it that way okay?" Steve sighed as Loki said that, he never really listened to him especially when you were in the picture . After the discussion Steve stayed for dinner and you kept flirting with the man just to rile up Loki and you could tell it was working really well as he was getting more and more irritated every time you touched Steve. 

"I have a daughter not much younger than you, behave okay?" He told you so you smiled innocently. 

Steve left soon after and you were left with a pissed off looking Loki glaring at you intently.

"Nooo daddy" you smiled in a way that didn't help the situation, it only irked him further, he walked towards you and you noticed how furious he was, his jaw remained clenched, his eyes were moist with tears so you took a few steps backwards until you hit the front door. 

"You find this funny huh? All of this amuses you right?" 

"You're such an attention seeking child" 

"Then give me attention" you smiled at him as he cupped your cheeks harshly and pressed your head flat against the door, making you look up to match his eyes "Shhhhh calm down I'm sorry" you clutched onto his shirt and your arms wrapped around his waist as you mumbled, he let go of your cheeks and placed his arms on the door instead so you got on your tiptoes and pressed kisses on his neck.

His teeth gritted together as he spat , your eyes teared up but you knew he didn't mean it, he was angry, he had to be super annoyed to say that to you. 

"I'm sorry daddy, pleasee" your arms flung around his neck and he sighed. He was scared and he needed you close to him right now, he was terrified about Odin hurting you again and he wanted to hold you in his arms to stay calm but he was too stubborn to keep his ego aside and ask you for that.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" You asked him as you didn't get any kind of response to your touch, kisses or even your apology. 

He pulled you away from him and stormed off to his room making you sigh in utmost sadness, maybe you shouldn't have messed with him today. After a few minutes as you made your way to his room he was making the bed, he gestured you to get on the bed so instantly hopped on before he would change his mind. As he laid down you quickly snuggled into him, you felt extremely tired from the long day and his warm body next to you lulled you to sleep quicker than you could have expected, his fingers caressed your scalp gently and he heard you humming in sleep. 

That's all he needed tonight, you next to him, safe in his arms, and that's how he wanted to keep you forever, he didn't care what the world thought of him or how they judged him. He never cared about their opinions, they didn't suffer the way you two did.

"I love you darling, please don't leave me" his eyes teared up as he looked down at her, his cock moved in and out of her slowly, she was the only woman he had ever made love to like this. Jolene, her long black hair and blue eyes mesmerized him since he had laid his eyes on her.

"Hiii I'm Jolene.. I'm uhhh Loki's ex wife..is he here?" 

He was 24 when they met, 4 years after he had gotten out of Odin's clutches, he thought that he was broken beyond repair and he surely was but when he met her , he felt something, she changed him for better, she gave him hope, she loved him and he has never been loved before, not like this, the moment he saw her he knew he was all in but he forgot his reality, he forgot how damaged he was for her, she was an angel, so free of trauma and pain while he didn't even know how it felt to not feel the pain, that's all he had ever gotten in life before.

"Not leaving baby, goshhhh I love you too..keep going please" she cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer to her then she wrapped her legs around his waist, in a moment he was flipped under her, he smiled as she rode him slowly. He must be having the best dream of his life to see her again or this would turn into the worst nightmare, he really didn't care at the moment.

"Pleaseee daddy " his eyes opened as he heard your voice, Jolene wasn't there anymore, it was you and he didn't hate the sight, if he was being honest with himself he really loved the view of you on top of him. He had been thinking about this since that night of your 19th birthday, that's when he had the inkling that he was going to be fucked even moreso now, the paternal older sibling sort of bond that he had maintained with you wouldn't be same anymore. He was attracted to you after that night but he has always loved you, in several different ways carrying several different shades of love in his heart, he knew he had loved you all his life.

"Babyyyy" he sat up and you cupped his cheeks to kiss him feverishly, his response was equally saturated with passion.

"I love you lolo" you mumbled softly as you hopped up and down on him slowly.

"It's always been you sweet buttons, it has always been you for me, you were always mine" you smiled as he confessed what he actually felt for you.

"Yours…I belong to you .. forever" 

....

He woke up sweating and breathing heavily as the sound of the alarm blared next to him. You were still asleep and he couldn't have been more thankful, he turned the alarm off instantly then he got up to get ready for the day before you'd catch him like this. That was a weird dream. He hadn't thought about Jolene in a long time and yesterday's conversation with Steve must have triggered it. He didn't want to think about her, his priorities were set, all he wanted was for her to stay out of his fucked life. That's all she wanted afterall so that's exactly what he wanted to give her.

While he was making breakfast you were just scrolling through your social media accounts, that's when you heard the doorbell ringing so you got up.

"Peep first alright?" You heard him yell so you chuckled.

"Yesss sir" 

He shook his head at the response. There was a woman standing on the other side of the door. You didn't know who she was though, you had never met her before.

"Ummm who's this?" You asked her and you could see she her fidgeting.

"Uhhh hiii ..does Loki live here? I was told I'd find him here" you looked behind and you found Loki staring at you motionless. It was as if he had seen a ghost. 

You opened the door before he could say anything, you were met with a woman, probably in her early 30s, raven hair that matched his, blue eyes, she was so much taller than you, she looked really pretty too, the type of woman loki got around with. She was his type.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" You asked her as you felt confused, and you really wished you hadn't because you weren't expecting for your whole world to flip upside down all over again. 

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voyeur | mickey & nico

nicoletta:

The sun was setting, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges that spilled into Nico's flat and gave everything a rosy hue. She was leaned against her modest balcony, watching wispy clouds blow away as the sun sank behind the Tuscan hillside, when she became aware that she was no longer alone. She took a sip from her wine glass, casually using the glittering crystal to reflect an image of the intruder, assessing the threat. Surprising Nico was difficult, but she supposed if anyone could do it, it was certainly Mickey White. The American assassin and her brother were a fantastically consistent thorn in Nico's side, always meddling in things they should really leave to the actual professionals and somehow walking away virtually unscathed. Nico's free hand flitted to her side, thumbing through the fabric of her silk shirt to find a scar she had gained from a bullet graze in Paris. She couldn't help the small smile that came to her face at the memory, quickly following it up with a scowl and a soft tut as she tried to reign herself in. If Mickey was here, surely her brother was nearby and that always spelled trouble. However, if he wasn't around... well, then perhaps the blonde pain in her ass was here for an entirely different kind of scuffle this time. 

 Nico couldn't read Mickey as well as she would like and that quickly gave way to something akin to an obsession with the younger woman. Following her tracks, newspaper clippings and internet headlines, trying to piece together the puzzle in a way that she could chew on and digest and sat well with her. No matter how hard she tried though, Nico always found that Mickey kept her slightly off kilter. Maybe she liked that, maybe she didn't. She would never admit it either way. Pulled out of her musings by the very real possibility that she was about to have her life threatened, Nico let her fingers trail along the handrail of the balcony until they found what they were looking for.

In one swift movement, Nico slid a carefully hidden knife from its place in the handrail and turned around, flinging the contents of her drink in an arc towards where Mickey was standing. She held onto the crystal glass because it could prove a useful weapon if she needed it, and also just because she liked it and didn't want to see it broken... or at least broken for no good reason. Ducking down from what she assumed would be a counterattack, her knife split the air with precision and hit something that she hoped was body and not the new couch she had just flown in from Munich. Lifting herself partway back up to attempt to assess the damage, she greeted lightly, "Disgraziato. What brings you here to ruin a perfectly good Tuscan sunset, hm?"

Mickey supposed it was only understandable that Nico had reacted poorly to her presence considering the issue of breaking and entering. There also might have been the fact that Mickey had repeatedly tried to shoot Nico time and time before but to be fair, Nico had more than tried to return the favor. She still had neat little scar on her shoulder where the Italian had plunged a jagged piece of glass into her skin. Mickey only took this as a sign that Nico was sweet on her. Especially since Simon had twice as many scars from Nico than she did - something he was increasingly irritated about. However, after their last encounter, Mickey had been content to give Nico some space and focus on her career. She and Simon had continued killing their way through Europe, their last mission landing them in Saint Petersburg. 

That’s when everything went wrong. It should have been a simple mission - an in and out set up by someone they trusted. Instead, Mickey and her twin had been forced to engage in a firefight with half the politsiya. But, that hadn’t been enough. Someone had not wanted to waste any chances on terminating the twins. Simon had seen the red laser scope of a sniper rifle trained on the back of Mickey’s head, his quick reflexes knocking her to the ground as the bullet meant for her slammed into his shoulder. As she met her twin’s eyes in that moment, Simon nodded at her and she had understood what he meant. She needed to get out so she could come back for him. If they were both captured, they’d be forever separated and that wasn’t something Mickey could live with.Throwing herself out of the window had been a chance but it wasn’t the riskiest thing she had done. An old rival had called them cockroaches once before Simon had cut his throat - impossibly annoying and impossible to kill. Mickey had escaped - seething and heartbroken - but she had escaped nonetheless and now she knew someone had betrayed them. Her informant had gone underground after his lie but that’s why she had travelled to Italy.

Luckily for Mickey, her reflexes matched her brother’s, having been honed deep within the dark Appalachian mountains. She pivoted to avoid the arc of wine, hand shooting out to snatch up one of the expensive pillows on a nearby couch. She brought the pillow up in time to feel Nico’s knife thud into the fabric and stuffing. The impact forced her to take a step back but she shook it off. “Business, as opposed to pleasure. I hope this wasn’t a new pillow.” She gazed at the brunette, tossing the pillow to the side. “You see, Nicoletta, I found myself in a spot of trouble in Russia, recently and I’m just visiting all of my old friends. You know, catching up, grabbing a drink, seeing if they ratted my brother and I’s location to local authorities.” Her smile was wolfish, grey eyes smoking like a gun even if she kept her shoulders relaxed. “Now I know you wouldn’t do such a thing but you’ve always stressed the importance of being thorough.” 

[seiyasabi]

Enceinte

(This is a Yandere Amajiki x Pregnant Female Reader story :)) Please proceed with caution!

TW: Stockholm syndrome!, mentions of abuse! (not you), mentions of dub/noncon! (not you), !mentions of unsafe abortion! (not you), pregnancy!, !!!mentions of a suicide attempt!!!! (not you), captivity!, !lactation kink!, !breast milk drinking!, no sex but NSFW themes!, etc..

I hope you guys like this!) 

Tamaki’s large hand rubs your back soothingly, attempting to alleviate your current backache. He’s taken you on a ‘playdate’ with his friend’s darling, and the four of you are sitting in the jovial blond’s living room. 

“Everytime we see her, she just keeps getting bigger and bigger!” Mirio cheers, “How far along is she now?” He talks about you as if you aren’t there, causing you and your previously unwanted husband to become uncomfortable. The blond is definitely not a Yandere anyone would want; he’s controlling, sadistic, misogynistic, entitled-all things you’re happy that your Amajiki isn’t. It’s just another reason why you gave into him a year ago. 

“Mirio, pl-please don’t talk about (Your Name) like she isn’t here. You know it makes me uncomfortable,” The brawny man’s eyes flash with a dark emotion, causing you to lean in closer to the indigo haired man’s side. His friend scares you, and you can’t help but pray for his darling. The poor girl is always covered with bruises, littered with painful gashes, and just the thought of your friend being hurt by that monster brings a tear to your (colour) eyes. 

“Ah, it seems I forgot. Sorry Ama,” Your husband freezes up with further discomfort at his best friend’s use of your nickname. His blue eyes land on your rigid form, a small smirk on his thin lips, “How far along are you, (Nickname)?”

Your left hand is on your round stomach, your son kicking lightly at your touch, “We’re about seven months! I’m set to give birth in a few months,” A small smile is on your lips at the thought of your future child. Amajiki’s free hand places itself on top of yours, causing you to look up and give him a full on grin. Seeing that he was smiling at you as well, you place your head on his shoulder. He always knows how to make you feel better. 

“See, (Friend’s Name)? This could be us if you weren’t so stubborn,” Your husband interlaces your fingers together, squeezing reassuringly. He knows that his friend’s actions are somewhat triggering, especially because you know the things he’s done. Mirio lets out a wicked laugh, looking at the both of you with cruel eyes, “(Friend Name) here and I were pregnant a few months ago, after a long night of love-making,” Amajiki holds you even tighter, trying to stop your terror-filled shakes, “But someone was selfish. Someone decided to take a handful of pills, and now your mini Tamaki won’t have a friend. But don’t worry,” His large hands grip your friend’s thigh harshly, “We’ll try again. That’s the point of women, eh, Amajiki? Our own personal baby-makers?” 

Your teary eyes find (Friend’s Name)’s, your hand covering your mouth. You hadn’t seen her for a month, and you now know why. You also now know why her hands are covered with mittens, why her throat is wrapped with a shock collar, why she-

Tamaki stands up quickly, his hands gently guiding you onto your swollen feet. He wraps a protective arm around your waist once you’re fully standing, and he starts to guide you to Mirio’s yellow front door, “Ah, I-I think it-it’s time we go home. (Your Name) i-is sleepy, so-”

“Don’t worry about it, buddy! I totally understand. After all, good Darlings get nice privileges, and (Your Name) is one of the best Darlings I’ve ever met. She knows her place,” He stands to his feet, standing a good five inches above your very tall husband, “Come on, (Friend’s Name), let’s walk them out.”

The (Hair colour) girl struggles to her feet, her broken foot in a boot. She hobbles to the door in her house-wife esque frock, drawing a laugh from the sunny man. The sight hurts your heart so bad, that you have to look away. 

Once the other couple reach their front door, Mirio draws a large keyring filled to the brim with different coloured keys from his pocket, before inserting each one into the ten locks present on the painted wood. Once all are unclasped, he holds the door open with a boot clad foot. 

“You two have a good day! I’m sorry for (Friend’s Name)’s behaviour, I’ll be sure to straighten her out once you leave,” You hear her barely muffle a sob, making your lip quiver with your own sobs. Once outside, you hear the door slam shut, and hear a series of locking mechanisms go into place. 

“He’s gotten worse,” You hear Amajiki mutter, which is enough to send you into a breakdown. His muscular arms wrap you in a tight side hug, his own tears dripping onto your (hair/head). 

You cry for your friend and the person she once was. 

He cries at the monster his best friend has become. 

-

Tamaki was right, you ended up taking a nap the moment you got home. 

When you awoke, your back hurts even more than before, along with your milk filled tits. Massaging your sore chest, you sit up with a bit of trouble. At your last appointment, your doctor said your son was a big fella, and cautioned you against doing anything besides resting. This caused the already doting Amajiki to take up every chore and task you have. 

Right now, you can hear and smell him cooking your favourite meal, causing you to stand onto your wobbly feet. With one hand on your tummy and one on your back, you waddle towards your personal chef of a husband.

He’s currently leaning against the grey granite counter across from the stove, and when he sees your form struggling towards him, he rushes into action. Tamaki quickly sweeps you off of your feet, and brings you to your kotatsu couch. Gently placing you onto your preferred spot, he helps you place a few pillows behind you to help give you better back support. 

“Bunny, what are you doing out of bed? You could’ve hurt yourself,” He’s improved on his nervous stutter since you’ve fallen for him, warming your heart completely. 

“I’m sorry, Ama. I woke up with a backache and wanted a massage, but then I got hungry-” He loves listening to you ramble, you’re the most precious person he’s ever known. Especially when you ‘talk’ to your son. Sometimes he’d listen in and hear you coo about the cute outfits you found for him, or how his Daddy is a super cool hero, or how you can’t wait for him to come out so you can pinch his chubby cheeks, or- “Are you even listening?” He glances up, taking in your adorable pout, causing his face to go red. 

“Of course! I’ll give you a backrub after dinner, okay? Then we can take a shower,” You nod, allowing him to hurry to the kitchen to grab your food and utensils. 

He comes back at a lightning fast pace, he uses a few tentacles to juggle the (bowls/plates) along with the (chopstick/spoons/forks), side dishes, and toppings. 

“Go ahead and eat, okay? I’m sure you and (Son Name) are starving,” Giggling at his overeagerness, you give in to his demand. 

-

“-Is this pressure good? Let me know if it’s not,” Amajiki’s massive hands knead your aching shoulders, and rub down your pained spine. His thumbs massage the area around your ribs, trying to loosen your muscles to allow you to relax. You’re currently shirtless, clad in only your bra and your comfortable joggers.

“Mhm, you always know how to make me feel better, Ama,” He practically preens at your words, smooching the bare skin of your upper back. 

The massage continues, easing the pain in your back. Now, the only thing ailing you is your sore breasts. 

“A-are you okay, Bunny? You tensed up quite a bit,” You turn your head enough for him to see your comforting smile. 

“Yes, I’m okay. It’s just, uhm, oh man, this is so embarrassing,” Both of your hands cover your face to hide your flushing cheeks, sending Tamaki into a mini panic attack. 

“What is it? Is the baby giving you trouble? Do I need to take you to the hospital?” Seeing his panic, you try to turn to face him, but require his assistance to do so. His clammy hands grip yours as he brings you toward him. 

“No, Tama, it’s nothing serious, it’s just…” You look down in shame, “My, uhm, my breasts hurt,” Your voice trails off at the end, causing your husband not to hear you. 

“Wha-what was that?” Small tears group in your eyes, as your shame overwhelms you. 

“My boobs hurt! Please don’t make fun of me by making me ask again!” Seeing your distress, he quickly brings you into his embrace. 

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you the first time, I swear! I’ll help you, Bun, there’s no need to cry. Here,” The indigo haired man unclasps your bra, allowing your tits to fall out somewhat harshly. Yelping at the ache, Tamaki tries to soothe you by holding your larger breasts up, alleviating the pain, “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay,” You smooch his forehead, his entire face is bright red, “Please help me, I need you,” Your wet eyes and much larger breasts make your husband look away, trying not to become aroused. 

“Oh-okay,” His warm hands gently squeeze your teats, testing to see if that was enough pressure. A small moan leaves your lips, telling him that what he’s doing is helping. 

His hands knead your sensitive chest in a rhythmic fashion, slowly quelling the pain you were once suffering. 

Just when you fully relaxed, disaster struck. 

Two streams of thick milk spray from your teats, coating the front of his black shirt. You gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. 

“I’m sorry Ama! I-I didn’t mean to! It just-” Without missing a beat, the indigo haired man suddenly latches on to your nipple. His lips suck vigorously, trying to drink all of your yummy milk in one go. A loud moan leaves your lips, as you try to detach him from your leaking tit, “Wha-what are you doing?” A keen escapes your throat when he tweaks your other nipple, dripping your milk onto your joggers. His own moans vibrate against you, sending a flash of arousal to your pussy. 

Once he has his fill of your right breasts, he lets go with a small gasp, “Do-do you feel better Bun-Bun?” Now that you thought about it, yes, yes you do. So, you nod your head, mouth slightly agape. 

“Please, ‘Jiki! Please milk my other titty too!” He doesn’t say anything, before he latches on to your left nipple. Whilst he sucks, he lets his tongue flick your leaky teat, triggering a little more milk to spray out. You both moan, one of you in absolute lust, and the other in relief. The heavy, aching feeling of your breasts slowly fades away, leaving you feeling light and happy. 

Your hand runs through his soft locks, a sigh of pleasure going through your nose, “Thank you, Ama, you’re so good to me. I’m sorry if it doesn’t taste good-” He quickly releases your left nipple to kiss you on the lips. 

“Your milk is delicious, Bunny. I don’t think I can ever go back to cow’s milk ever again!” He fondles your enlarged chest, playing with your sensitive nipples, “I love you so much, (Your Name). Is it okay if I nurse with our son?”

You flush at his words, “Bu-but my milk’s for (Son’s Name), won’t he go hungry?” He shakes his head no, kissing you on the lips once more. 

“I asked your doctor for breast milk supplements, you’re going to have more milk than he’ll need! Please, Bunny! Please let me have more!” You can’t say no when he asks you so sweetly. Smiling at him, you nod. 

You know you should be upset that those ‘extra vitamins’ weren’t truly vitamins, but you can’t bring yourself to care. After all, he loves you so much that he wants to drink from you! 

So, when he reattaches himself to your right nipple, you pet him sweetly. 

[the-illiterate-pirate]

IT'S HERE! The first chapter of Jay's Monster Fucker Fall series!

I'm pretty excited for this because I've been waiting so long! And who doesn't want a sweet monster boy to hold, and to love, and to cherish?

I can't guarantee a chapter everyday, but I'm starting off strong for 3k words worth of Speedy love! I hope you enjoy <3

If I Was Your Vampire

(Vampire Speedwagon)

Yeah, yeah, that's a Marilyn Manson song, I couldn't think of anything else...yeah, yeah. It doesn't fit the story well, let's just get on with it

Notes: Sfw, femreader, this is technically a hurt/comfort thing so it's pretty fluffy, but there is some blood/body gore at one point because, it's a Vampire AU, but it's nothing terrible. Also not beta read so apologies for errors

Speedwagon was eternally grateful for what you've done for him.

You'd found him during a dark time in his life. The vampire was shunned by humans, other vampires didn't want him near them. He was forced to walk the streets alone and unwanted by anyone. Winter was a terrible time to be homeless for anyone, but for a vampire, it was worse. With no body heat to keep him warm, he was a frozen mess. Speedwagon remembered that it felt like ice was slowly growing in his joints, making his movement slow and awkward.

And the worst of it all... He hadn't seen a drop of blood in months. A vampire couldn't die of hunger. The only true way to stop the miserable creature's existence was to stake it through the heart or leave it to dry in the sun like a grape, everyone knew that. But starvation in a vampire was a far worse fate than death. It was a terrible time for anyone involved, human or vampire. Starvation made the creature irritated, quick to violence, and it always felt like their stomach was digesting itself in search of anything to fill it up. And Speedwagon was currently going through it.

Under any other circumstances, Speedwagon was a good man-- well, vampire. He was gentle, polite as could be; he was perfect. If it wasn't for his cold touch, or the pale complexion he held, or the burns he suffered from, nobody could have ever guessed he was a creature of the night. Normally that was the case. But now, under the light of the full moon and fighting off months of starvation, he looked almost feral. A true monster of the night.

Just a single drop, that's what he chanted to himself. A single drop and he'd be fine again. But at this point he was afraid he'd be too forceful and damage any dogooder who tried to help him. He'd probably get more than just a drop of blood. The anxieties worsened his mood.

Another painful twist from his stomach made him crumble to his knees. The pains were at their worst. It truly felt like his stomach was eating itself. "Hgk–! N-No more waiting. Worries be damned, I'm eating t-tonight!"

But... Who would be outside on a night like this?

His questions were quick to be answered. There! Just up the sidewalk, who could it be? Their figure was lean and tall, their dress puffed up at the sides with layers to combat the cold winters night. With his sight blurred, Speedwagon only saw her figure, wrapped in black, taking purposeful steps through the growing inches of snow. She could've been Death herself. But Speedwagon knew Death didn't smell this good. He could smell her from here; a sweet, warm smell that left the thirsty monster drooling.

With newfound strength Speedwagon pushed himself off the ground and ran towards the woman. If she saw him, she didn't react until it was too late. He already had his hand wrapped around her throat and was pushing her into a secluded alley.

"Apologies, darling. Normally, I'm not this brash, but now I just don't care! C'mon now, love, just a drop'll do!"

Her back collided with brick wall, a gasp of pain was heard at impact but Speedwagon was too hungry to care. He looked her in the eye, a crazed and starved look in his own while he carelessly apologized for his actions.

He had his mouth open, fangs poised to rip her throat out.

He looked to the skin of your neck, so soft and clean, free of any puncture marks from other vamps. He was delighted to think he'd be the first to feed from such a beautiful human.

And yet he didn't get to. Before he could get a good bite at her throat, a hand came up to slap him across the face. The impact made his head twist away, his hands freeing you of his grasp. There wasn't any blood to turn the place of impact red, his cheek was left to stay cold and stinging.

The hand you'd used to slap the hungry vampire was still frozen in place, you brought it down to brush out the skirts of your dress. After you were done you stared down at the silent vampire, who still wore that look of shock on his face.

"Sir! You must know that it's incredibly rude to force yourself on someone like that! If you're in that much need of blood, then please just ask. I ask that you apologize to me at once."

Speedwagon was still in a daze. What had just happened? You... you slapped him! It... Wasn't quite what he expected to happen when he decided on simply stealing someone's blood. He expected more, like a... a beat down, or a kick to the stomach, or even a stake somewhere in his shoulder, not a slap? What did the lady just say? She wanted him to apologize?

Apologize. Apologize and beg her for blood already!

"I...I'm sorry miss! Please, please give me some of your blood! J-Just a drop'll do. I'm starving, I tell you!"

He was just about to drop to his knees, now. Speedwagon was already holding his hands together in pray. A fresh, warm dinner was finally in front of him. All he needed to do was be patient and hope this woman in front of him was kind enough to help a poor sinner out.

Your lips were set up in a pout. Speedwagon was afraid you'd deny him his fix, until you pushed up the dark sleeve of your dress and took out a concealed knife.

It was a small thing, really. it was more of a tooth pick than a blade. Nothing that could do any real damage to someone in a fight, but seeing a lady with a weapon was enough to give the man whiplash.

You wounded yourself. Just a small, diagonal cut across your wrist that immediately began to drip crimson. The smell, oh, the smell made Speedwagon weak in the knees. He didn't have much strength left and so he fell, snow collecting on the legs of his ragged pants.

"Take all that you need." You spoke softly. He didn't need to be told twice.

He took your arm in (what he hoped was) a gentle grasp while he lapped up your blood like a thirsty dog. Flavor exploded on his tongue, warmth flooded his being for the first time in months. He'd never tasted blood so good.

There was a hand in his hair. Your hand. You combed through his knotted locks while he fed. His hair held a familiar softness to it even after so long with no care.

You knew he tried to be gentle. Even after his nails dug into your cut to make it bleed more, you knew he didn't want to hurt you. He was just hungry. Your afraid your stomach would knot up if he confessed how long he'd gone without it till this point.

You gave him a gentle pat on his head to catch his attention. "Don't drink too much. I can't escort you home if I'm unconscious."

Home?

Speedwagon left your wound with a soft pop. His pale lips were now stained strawberry pink with blood. It contrasted prettily with his pale completion. There was soft color to his skin, he wasn't deathly white anymore. His irises gained a beautiful hazel color, with dilated pupils. He looked a bit more human now, you realized.

"Come on now, let's get out of this alley."

"You're taking me... To your home?" Speedwagon had to ask. You took him by the hand, with gentleness you'd use for a scared animal. "Of course. The streets are no place for anyone. And we must get you out of those rags. To be quite honest, I was hoping you would agree to become my own vampire, so I could take much better care of you."

Her vampire?

Was he dreaming?

The journey to your home (correction; manison) wasn't easy. With the ice settling in Speedwagon's bones, he needed to lean on you most of the way. And you had walked quite a ways away from your home.

The mansion was a new thing. Very gothic, with grey brick and silver trim. The blond was amazed at the neatly trimmed hedges and running fountain. The inside... Well, what could he say? The insides matched the entrance, with dark walls and little decoration. But what was there was incredibly floral with century old trinkets lining the walls. The owners also matched their home. The man of the house (who Speedwagon assumed was your father, with those eyes it was unmistakable) was sharply dressed in a black two piece. He sat in his armrest by the fireplace polishing a claymore.

Your mother (who was dressed in a gorgeous plum purple night gown) was making her way downstairs at the sound of the door.

"Welcome home, Love... Dear, who's this?"

"Mother, he was alone on the streets, starving. I want to keep him here until he's healed."

Your mother gave Speedwagon a closer look. She didn't draw back at his sun burns and amber eyes. In fact she... Seemed mildly interested. "I see. You're free to do as you please, your father and I will be retreating to our bed chambers. I have faith that you can take care of yourself and our guest."

You gave her a soft smile. "Of course. Could Jameson run a hot bath for our guest?"

The butler standing at the foot of the stairs bowed in understanding. He too, had a pale complexion and eyes that seemed to glow in the low light of the fireplace. Speedwagon had a creeping feeling... That he was getting himself into something sinister.

You escorted the blond up the stairs after the butler. He guided you to a master bedroom. It was filled with a large bed and its own sitting corner, with another lit fireplace. The sudden burst of warmth on his face made the vampire in your arms shudder in pleasure.

The butler left to a door on the side that opened up into what Speedwagon could only assume was the bathroom. You sat the starving creature on your bed. Once he was sat up gave him a once-over, processing his damage.

"This suit is filthy. May I offer you a new one in the morning?" You asked bluntly.

"..." He didn't speak. After consideration he nodded his head silently.

You nodded back, "Good. It's come to my attention that I don't know your name."

"S-Speedwagon! My... My name is Robert Speedwagon."

You gave him your own. "My father is well known for his business in a local string of butcher shops. My mother is a renowned florist, in case you couldn't tell." You gave off a quiet giggle, and Speedwagon felt his heart throb.

The blackhead from before stepped out of the bathroom. He explained to you that your guest's bath was drawn. You thanked him, and he bowed.

"Is there anything else you need, my lady?"

"Yes, please grab some night clothes for this man. That is all."

"Of course." He was sure to close the double doors behind him.

"T-That man. Is he... like me?"

"Yes. That's Jameson, my mother's personal vampire and butler. He's quiet, but he doesn't mean to come off as rude."

"Do you have other vampires here?"

"Just three others. And you, if you decide you want to stay. The rest of our workers are human, but our butlers are all undead." You explained sitting up and offering him a hand.

All was silent in the bathroom, except for the sloshing of water in the tub. You didn't baby him, you let him wash himself off, which he was silently thankful for, but he did appreciate the attention you gave to his hair.

Unsurprisingly, the bathroom was also large as well. The tub was huge with steam flowing out. The vampire wanted nothing more than to fall in, clothes and all and let the hot water overtake him. You helped him out of the rags, Speedwagon was a bit bashful at the sudden strip, but was thankful when you let him keep his undergarments.

Soft brushes to untangle the strands and a good massage to his scalp with floral smelling shampoos and conditioners left him melting. You were so gentle.

After the bath you took him back to the bedroom. The hot bath melted any ice left in his bones, so he was walking a bit better without help. You dried him off yourself, ignoring his stuttering declines. He had to push you off of him once you tried to peel off his wet boxers. He shooed you out of the room while he put on his sleepwear.

Such a strange woman, you were. He could only shake his head.

He let you back in. You looked him over, and nodded in approval at the choice of clothing.

"Robert, would you like to feed again before bed?"

The sudden question about blood made him flinch. "Are you sure?! Haven't you lost enough blood already?"

But you were already sitting down besides him, unbuttoning your dress just a bit so your naked neck could be shown off. "I don't mind. I have a high tolerance for the pain if that's what you're worried for. And now that I have you in my home, I don't need to worry about falling asleep in the snow."

Speedwagon gulped. The last time he saw your neck was on... unfavorable circumstances. Now he was free to feed from you as he pleased, with permission.

Your neck still looked as delicious as it did before.

He held your head in a soft hold. He was sure of it now that he wasn't freezing and starved. Your head subconsciously rolled over in his hands showing off your bare skin better. He could still drool over the sight.

His fangs grazed over the spot he decided to feed from. He felt you tense, and quickly melt back into his hand.

The feeding was quick and clean. Speedwagon made sure he didn't drink too much. Even after having consent he felt sucking you "dry" was a bit uncalled for. He licked his lips, and thanked you.

"For... Everything."

"Robert, would you like to stay here? You don't need to live on the streets. If you stayed, you wouldn't have to worry about food, or a bed, it's all here."

"Why would you want to keep some lowlife you found on the streets...?"

You smiled, cupping his cheek. "Because you interest me, Robert. You're a handsome, kind man and I'd like to get to know you better. You don't belong on the streets."

You... Your hand was so warm. It was such a loving touch. So gentle it made the vampire's eyes water.

"Yes. I'll stay, as you're personal vampire, if you'll have me."

"I'd love nothing more."

Speedwagon was shocked to realize you were sharing a bed tonight. Sharing a room, that was something he's done before, but never with a lady! Not even a woman vampire. He couldn't show it, but the entire time you tucked him into bed (as if he were a child, which he wasn't quite sure how to feel about) he was incredibly flustered.

You didn't stop there. No, that would be too easy. Once your bedside candle was blown out, and you whispered a sweet goodnight to your new vampire, you cuddled up into his side, arms wrapped around his figure with your chest pressed up against him. He thought the sharing of body heat was nice, though. So warm, and soft. But he didn't dare relax, not while in the same house with your parents. God only knows what could happen to him then. He slept rigid that night. Like a corpse.

It took Speedwagon a while to sleep. His stomach was in knots and he felt his late night snack was going to come back up. In all his years as a street thug, he'd never felt so nervous. Was it you? Was it the sudden job opportunity you'd given him? Was it the sharing of the bed? All signs pointed to you in the end.

And he decided it was you who made him feel so flustered. You made his dead heart feel like it was going to beat back to life. You made him feel alive once again.

And finally Speedwagon realized he loved this feeling. He loved the feeling of being loved. By you. All this lonely, long life he'd never felt so at home. And he told himself he'd do anything to keep this feeling of love, and stay at your side forever as your vampire.

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I really really wanna make a second chapter for this one, because I seriously CANNOT find any Vampire Speedy works, it's disgusting

Edit: AND JUST TO CLARIFY; Speedwagon is well over a normal human age, but was "turned" in his early twenties. Reader in this fic is around 23, though she still lives with her parents, taking care of them in their older age. I forgot to mention this earlier but I thought people would be happy to know that they are adults if any were confused by the "living with her parents" part.

[bubblemahouhub]

finally, a full lineup-

@fanseries-trashcan​ made Maru/Cure Pellet!

names in the captions

Konpeki  Sokudo-  Student council president at Onari junior high, and one of the most popular kids. Daughter of a lawyer and J-drama actress, Sokudo and her siblings had a fairly well off living condition all her life,but loves the simple things in life. The best way to describe her would be the well meaning jock. Friend to all, and someone always willing to help. Using the Ring GO! Cart, she becomes- “The Speedy hero who opens her heart- Cure Sonic!”

Arditezza Maria- Sokudo’s vice president, Maria is a no nonsense girl of Italian descent, whose family runs a restaurant in MidoriOka. She wanted the position of President since it’s their last year of middle school, but Sokudo always beats her at most things. As such, she has a slight grudge against the girl. With the Mushroom GO! Cart, she becomes “The bouncy hero who’s burning up! Cure Flare!”

Angos  Aminta (Ami)- second year student and one of three members of the occult club, Ami came to MidoriOka about half a year before the events of the series. She doesn’t remember anything about her life before the Angoses found her, and the source of her amnesia remains a mystery to this day. Despite the mystery behind her past, Ami doesn’t worry about it much- remaining a source of positivity for the team. With the Light GO! Cart, she becomes- “The soaring hero who’s sorry for the wait- Cure Icarus!”

Hikari Rhythm- a second year girl who’s been through a lot over the course of the last month. Her city got glitched out of bounds with her mom left behind, leaving her family to stay in MidoriOka with relatives. She was meant to lead a team of her own back home, but due to the unexpected roadblock, she was given her GO! cart when she moved, leading to there being two blue cures on the team. With the gear GO! cart, she becomes- “The electric hero, bringing peace! Cure Mega!”

Hoshizora Lala- (waits for cheering to subside) a model who recently debuted, Lala’s past is shrouded in mystery as to who she actually is for the most part. She claims to be an alien, even one from Dreamland. She has a cutesy way of speaking, with her squeaky voice, third person speaking, and poyo verbal tic. Turns out she’s telling the truth, she was an escapee from the uprooting of Dreamland and is hoping to find anyone else who escaped to Earth. With the star GO! cart, she becomes- “The dreaming hero, shooting for the stars! Cure Popstar-poyo!”

Kichi Maru- spoilers for the last part of the series

Maru was caught off guard when, during her first battle with a whole team, she woke up in the middle of a completely different fight. Turns out, due to meddling from the monster Arcade Darlings were fighting, she ended up 30 years in the future! She’s still completely lost on the modern world, even with her new team’s help. Turns out she’s not cowabunga on this, bummer. With the Pac GO! Cart, she becomes- “the hungry hero, waka wakking on the scene- Cure Pellet!”

No team is complete without their fairies, and Kosmo and Cholly were sent by the goddess of Mobius to fix this interdimensional mess. Kosmo’s the older sister, a fly/fly hero chao wise beyond her hours of life and tired. Cholly poses as Lala’s manager, and is WAY too inexperienced to be doing this. 

Tinky met Maru thirty years ago and came with her to 2019. She’s timid and trying her best, but the rest of the ghosts kicked her out of the maze because Pac-man scared her. Maru’s scared of her. It’s an unfortunate partnership.

[quelsentiment]

Hi there and happy 28th! Here are some of the fics I’ve read and enjoyed in the past month. Please remember to leave kudos/comments and/or reblog the fic post if you enjoyed the fic 🤍

Harry/Louis/Zayn

🌾 I need some meaning I can memorise by el_em_en_oh_pee (M | 8k) 🌾

Pining | Established Zouis | Road trip | Misunderstandings

Harry/Zayn

🌾 Hearts on Fire by itsallaboutzarry (E | 42k) 🌾

Slow burn | Pining | Country AU | Miscommunication

Liam & Niall

🌾 From the Depths by @fallinglikethis  🌾

Sea creature!Liam | Loneliness | Hurt/comfort | Friendship

Liam/Zayn

🌾 escape me from reality by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (T | 10k) 🌾

Fantasy | Depression | Angst | Hurt/comfort

Louis/Zayn

🌾 To Catch a Thief by StormDancer (E | 50k) 🌾

Partners in crime | Accidental marriage | Friends to lovers | Slow burn

Niall/Zayn

🌾 (When In Doubt) Break Boundaries by teaandtumblr (M | 58k) 🌾

Model!Zayn | Photographer!Niall | Enemies to lovers | Ot5 friendship

Multiple

🌾 but monsters are always hungry, darling by irishmizzie and miss_bennie (E | 156k) 🌾

Zouis + Ziam + Narry | Prostitution | Unhealthy relationships | Slow burn | Friendship

🌾 Writer’s Month 21 Series by @bluecolouredlou  🌾

Lots of pairings and lots of fun!

Check out my other fic recs here 😊

[yandere-wishes]

🖤💔Yandere!Demon Slayers As Demons💔🖤

Dear readers for the first time in two weeks I offer you something that isn't a random post or a rant. This is an AU that I’ve been working on for a while, and seeing how this turns out I might continue it in terms of one shots and a mini series. Please enjoy!!

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Demon Tanjiro is much more complex than his human counterpart. His mood fluctuates too much, alternating between a loving docile young demon desperate for his lover's warm embrace, to a rabid beast who's willing to tear your stomach open with his claws and feast on your entrails while you're still breathing. He's just too unpredictable, what makes him praise you and litter your body with toothy kisses, might just get your arm dislocated the next day. There's just no telling, he just isn't Tanjiro anymore, he's some wild, savage, murderous monster wearing Tanjiro's face.

He's always watching...

His mere gaze isn't enough to turn you into a motionless rag doll. Slumped in the corner like a forgotten toy. No, but his silence is. The way his eyes are locked on you as if your some sort of little bunny that waltzed into his territory, the way his mouth is sewn shut by some invisible thread, the way his head is tilted to the side like he was trying to calculate your next move...it's all too tranquil, too clam, just like the eye of a hurricane. 

Languidly Tanjiro begins to crouch down, his moves are rapid and glitchy as if he isn't in control of his own body. Somewhere you hear something cracking, it's a dreadful noise like hammers pounding at your skull. It's only when you lift your eyes to the Oni in front of you, do you realize the noise is coming from him. It's like he's deforming in some way, dying and regenerating all in a single breath...and yet he still looks so...so beautiful. 

Even while he's stalking towards you on hands and knees, you can't deny how stunning he looks. Mouth molded into a small smile, long rust-colored locks pooling on the ground around him and his eyes... they're red one second and brown the next, changing ever so quickly just like his moods. 

He's much more passive like this, you note as if you've made some sort of groundbreaking discovery. So docile and calm...almost like a storm before it strikes. No, Tanjiro is not a storm you remind your self. He's a lion stalking its prey, relishing in the taunting silence it radiates by its mere presence.

Tanjiro's eyes have lost all hope, all passion. They're nothing more than empty spheres resting in his sockets.

You vaguely remember -or at least you think you do- a time when every action coming from the rust haired boy was entangled in a blanket of passion, every move had a clear purpose, every word was laced with an unyielding fire that had been beaten into his spirit. But now....well you didn't know what he was now, what Mozen and his sadistic "creations" had turned him into. What had they stolen from him? Was it his soul, his hope, or maybe something far worst.

Your amazement only shatters when you notice just how close he's gotten. His icy cold breath tickling the side of your neck. You squirm, pressing your palms flat against his chest. Tangiro doesn't flinch, his head cocks back to the side, his broken stare, vaguely reminds you of a discarded doll. Maybe that's what he is, not a slayer or a demon, just some broken doll that keeps you locked up in his room so that he can get a sense of being needed.

A wave of empathy crashed over you. Wearily you dropped your arms to your side, in a flash Tangiro wraps his long gauntly arms around you, squashing your bones as he pulled you ever so closer to him, nuzzling his visage in the crock of your neck.

Tanjiro Kamado may have once been a remarkable demon slayer on his way to becoming the next water piller of the demon slayer corps...but now he was nothing more than a pitiful broken demon, seeking the feeling of humanity inside a breaking, mortified girl. 

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Zenitsu is a lot bolder, a lot pushier with his affection now that he's been turned into a demon. He wants you to love him the way he loves you, only this time he isn't afraid to break a leg or two, so you'll have no choice but to stay with him. 

His child-like tendencies are still there, albeit demented, yet ever-present. The tantrums and endless crying are as frequent as ever...except now, well now he breaks a bone for every tear YOU make him spill and leaves a scar for every time YOU couldn't satisfy him. Just remember that none of this is poor Zenitsu's fault, oh no, how could it be his fault? He's given you everything you could ever dream of! Even though you're nothing more than a pathetic useless human, Zenitsu still took you as his beloved wife! You should be grateful to him, dedicate your every living second to him, play the role of the loving, caring wife! Not some ungrateful brat, who is always trying to run away!

And yet, you've become oddly accustomed to it. No longer do you mind the screams and beatings. They've grown to be a part of you, a sick and twisted thing that resides within you, infecting your every thought. Much like how Zenitsu's become a heartsick, defective shell of his former self.  

"STOP IT"

something shattered against the wall, breaking into a million flying shards.  The noise echoed through the light less room. Weary, your eyes flashed from the broken remains of what may have been an antique vase, to the crying monster in front of you. The tips of his long curved horns were turning a stark blood red, an indication that his blood was starting to boil. Although you didn't need the mood indicating head tusks to know just how upset the blond crybaby had gotten, they were still a nice little warning to remind you of just how far you could push him. 

"Stop trying to escape!"

Had his voice amplified since your last "screaming contest"?

Did Muzen really think that Zenitsu's voice needed to get any louder, anymore irritating? 

"I wasn't" you deadpanned, your arms crossed in front of your chest. "How can I, did you forget what you did to my leg this morning?" the bones inside your left leg had been deformed, causing your entire leg to point sideways. It was a detestable sight, yet it seemed to fill your rotting heart with a sense akin to a school girl's crush. 

'Zenitsu-chan still loves me! See, see, he went out of his way to touch me!'

'No you idiot, he went out of his way to hurt you.'

Your mind had seemingly been slashed in half since your arrival at the former demon slayer's hideout. One tiny voice acted like a deranged lovesick little girl. Whist the other pertained some form of logic and common sense. This typically led to many interior arguments, all bordering on the exact same premise.

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

"Quit your whining!" the voice that escaped your lips, was flat and commanding, for a second it vaguely reminded you of Giyu Tomioka before the memory of your former lover shattered. Zenitsu's crying continued but his angry shouts slowly died down, his golden eyes shifted to stare directly at you. wearily you lifted your hands towards him, like an infant begging to be picked up. 

"I'm hungry Zenitsu! Take me into the kitchen, after all, it's your fault I'm like this!" 

Sure Zenitsu was much more powerful than you, sure he could snap your neck, ending your pitiful life at any moment. But his desperate need for approval -something else that had transcended from his human life to his current one- gave you the upper hand in this muddle of a relationship. 

As a demon Inosuke is more...feral, for lack of a better word. He is all so keen on seeing just how far he can push his darlings limits, both mentally or physically. 

He's always hovering around you, trailing his clawed fingers over patches of exposed skin. Smirking all so curly as you shiver and shrink back. His knife-like fangs seen to be permanently impaling your neck. Draining you of your life force. He's just so damn heartless!

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Although he may be a ruthless monster, a creature of the night that fed on the innocent, there was no denying that Inosuke was resourceful, resourceful, and strong. He knew just where to hide you, so you would neither be found nor have a chance to escape. There was also the way he routinely cracked your fibula and tibia as a “preprecaution”. 

Your arm wasn't meant to bend that way, neither was your leg when you thought about it. Yet despite the odd angle there had yet to be any cracking or popping to indicate the limp had been, once again, broken. The only real evidence to suggest that the limps were in fact being abused was the white scorching pain coursing through them. A feeling that you had almost grown entirely familiar with.

Inosuke's green eyes shifted lazily between your scrunched up face and the twisting limps. One of his "normal" arms was occupied mangling your left arm, the other two appendages that sprouted from his back were pulling your leg upwards at the knee joint.  Inosuke's head leaned over his remaining arm, he looked bored, like your pain was so mundane that it couldn't even grant him a mere chuckle. 

"I like it better when you scream" his voice was laced with a demanding malice, something bitter and rotting. "It's boring when you try to act all strong and mighty". 

You weren't acting, acting required skills, and an audience who wanted to believe in the performer. No, your lack of response wasn't a show of strength or iron will, it was merely because your vocal cords had been shrieked raw, preventing them from making a single peep. 

Your tear-filled eyes shot up to stare into his depraved orbs. Had there ever been a time when his eyes didn't strike fear into those who peered into them? You highly doubted it, heck the idea of Inosuke ever being anything less than terrifying was a laughable thought. 

An eerie familiar noise filled the room, the cracking noise happened in three instances, like three swipes of a blade. First, it was your talus followed by your patella, and then to finish the spin chilling symphony was the crescendo of your breaking humerus for the hundredth time. 

Tears began to flow rapidly from your eyes, staining your thin layer of clothes. You could feel Inosuke's presence shifting about, leaning ever so closer to nuzzle into the side of your neck. His teeth grazing the already punctured skin. 

Inosuke use to be a demon slayer right? A passionate young man who wanted nothing more than to destroy the very same monsters that he himself became? What a laughable story, a fictional tale if ever you'd heard one!

This man was and would always be nothing more than a cruel demon!

[zodiyack]

Opposites Attract (1,000+ Follower Special!!)

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Female!Pierce/Petrova!Reader

Warnings: Possibly swearing?, fluff, indications of smut??, death/mentions of death, slight angst/violence, I think that’s all

Words: 1,667

Summary: The younger sister of Katherine was the true owner of Damon’s heart, Katherine only being his worry in 1864 due to the sister’s bond, the bond that fueled Katherine to force Y/n to join her when she escaped Mystic Falls and left Damon to think they were both in the tomb.

Note: I have no idea what to say honestly... I’ve been gone due to troubles with my computer yet you guys stuck around and that’s what matters to me. Though I may have a bit of a hard time with words, I hope you guys know that you all mean so much to me 💕💕

And if you’d like me to make a part two, which I’m already planning on doing- I just really liked the ending, or make this a series, feel free to let me know!

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​

Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI.

1864

Her back hit the wall, lips molded with his as their tongues clashed in a hungry passion. Her fingers played with his hair and pulled his face and body closer to hers. With his hands trapping her against the wall, she felt content.

“Turn me.”

“I can’t, Da-”

“Don’t. I understand, Katherine and all that...but promise me that one day, you’ll escape her grasp and run away with me.” She forced herself to look into Damon’s eyes, her undead heart breaking at the sorrow that drowned in his blue orbs. “Please?”

“I can’t make any promises...” she paused involuntarily, her heightened hearing catching a sudden ruckus from Stefan’s room and stealing her attention. Damon frowned, adjusting his grip on her waist to pull her back to reality. “I...I just can’t right now. However,” the smile returned to his lips, “one day, I will find you. And if you still want to...you may take me up on that promise, Salvatore.”

He was ready to answer when his door burst open and he and Y/n pulled away in a panic. His father stared down Y/n with a great furry in his body. She didn’t say a word, simply kissing Damon softly and nodding to Mr. Salvatore.

“Father- please-”

“No. She’s a monster, Damon! Her sister is a monster! They are monsters! Don’t you see that? She’ll kill you if you give her the chance. The same goes for Stefan and the other Pierce girl. If they’re even girls.” He mumbled the last bit of his sentence, too caught up in the belief that they were pure evil to consider any other possibility.

“She’s not a mons-”

“Yes. She is. Now, enough! I’m already ashamed of your siding with the demons, there is no need to make it worse, boy!” Mr. Salvatore grunted and put a muzzle-like-mask over Y/n’s head and called out to the rest of the hunters, watching as she was dragged away with a grimace upon his face.

Whilst Damon was traumatized, angry at his father and the world for their cruel decisions for his life, he attempted at keeping a neutral, unphased expression. “What will happen to her?”

“The same thing that will happen to the other monsters; she’ll burn.”

Present Day

Damon continued pacing throughout the house, ignoring Stefan’s pleas for him to stop. He thought about what Emily had told him, and what he needed to do. He had everything he needed, what was stopping him from going to the tomb? A gut feeling? Life? Was he just a big chicken?

He took a breather, telling himself to think about the reason he was in this mess. It was for a girl. The love of his life, to be specific. Y/n Pierce. The lovely lady who had come to stay with the Salvatore brothers after her and her sister’s parents had burnt with their home.

They felt pity for the girls, taking them in and, from then on, starting their odd journey through the supernatural world. Y/n was the first to reveal her secret; pulling away from a kiss with Damon due to her loss of control over her vampire features.

Though normally he’d be afraid, Damon had gripped her chin and forced her to look at him, awe and interest shining on his face. It was that night that he confessed his love for her, promising to take her away one day.

He chuckled at the memory, wiping his thumb across his lips. Damon remembered the taste of her lips like it was yesterday. The delicate softness paired with the lustful desire of their kisses was perfection. The kisses they had shared held something no one else could give him.

Despite occasionally hooking up with a girl or two, he was still on the search for his long lost lover. Deep down, he knew the sex was just for a distraction; even if he didn’t want to think of it as such, he knew that he was constantly comparing them to Y/n. Sometimes verbally, sometimes mentally, either way- the comments were always about the woman his heart belonged really to.

“Damon. Why are you really here?”

To find Y/n and stay true to my promise. “Just to be with you, little brother! Is it wrong that I want some bonding time with my little bro?”

“For you? Yes.” Stefan made it a point to avoid and ignore Damon as much as possible, especially with a girlfriend to protect from his ‘evil’ also-vampire brother. “Now, I’m going to ask you again. Why are you really here?”

Damon sighed. “You already know that Stefan.”

Now that Damon was closer than ever to opening the tomb, he was more than ready to reveal his true intentions. Stefan believed Damon was after Katherine, pleading him to leave as soon as they got out of the tomb. But in reality, Damon could care less about that vampire. He just wanted Y/n, but with the sisters being closer than anything he’d ever seen, he had no choice but to rescue Katherine as well.

If he was lucky, Katherine would allow Y/n to stray from her and stay with Damon, but he had a feeling that would never happen. Not with how possessive Katherine was. How she insisted that blood, as well as herself, went first.

1864

“We need to go back to them!” Y/n tried to run to her lover’s body. Her heart was racing. She’d come back to find that her beloved had been shot dead, his brother the same. Before Y/n could reach the man, Katherine gripped her waist and held her back, stronger than her younger sister due to being older in human and vampire years.

Y/n was the one Petrova to have escaped Klaus in his act of revenge. To be fair, it wasn’t his fault that he missed her. She was out picking berries, going about her life normally, before returning to a bloodied home with the bodies of the people she loved strewn about messily.

She remembered falling to her knees and cursing at whatever entity seemed to be there. Whether it was God or some other being, she demanded, through sobs, to know what she had done to deserve it.

Then, as if her prayer-like-yells of agony had been answered, Katerina showed up at the doorway. Her reaction was similar to Y/n’s; first, processing what she was seeing, then, feeling the fear freeze her in place, and finally, screaming and trying to shake her family awake, hoping as much as she could that it was all a dream.

Y/n walked from her hiding spot slowly, still shaking from her discovery but much more calmed with the presence of her older sister. “Who would do such a thing?”

She swore she could never forget the rage, paired with terror, in her sister’s eyes. “Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson did this.”

That very day, she turned her sister. She explained that they would live long enough to either kill Klaus and get revenge, or plea for his forgiveness and live their lives once more.

Snapping out of her memory fueled trance, Y/n broke free of her sister’s arms and dropped to the ground beside Damon. She pulled his head onto her lap and brushed his dark curls from his face. She chuckled to herself when she noticed her tears dropping onto his face.

“Goodbye, my love.” Y/n pressed a kiss to his forehead, then one on the tip of his nose. Finally, one on his lips, staying a little longer than the others as she savored the intimacy in their final goodbye. “If I only I had told you yes...”

She left her sister to say her goodbye to Stefan, wiping her tears away as she felt what was left of her heart crumble into bits.

Once, she had a family. And then she had her sister. Then she had her sister and an owner to her heart, the feeling of humanity returning to her undead body, feeling alive for the first time since her transition.

Now? She was back to having only her sister.

Damon felt the same way.

When he had woken, taking time to recover from the shock of being alive. Emily had told him how Katherine compelled Stefan to drink her blood, and he already knew that he drank Y/n’s blood willingly.

“There’s no point in living.” Damon pleaded with his brother after he tried to get him to feed, “They’re dead.”

Present Day

He ran into the tomb, desperate to find the sister of the vampire doppelganger. Damon sighed, ‘speaking of doppelgangers’, Elena had followed him, ignoring Sheila and Bonnie’s warnings.

“What’s that sound?”

“They can smell you.” He made his way through the tomb, eyes traveling from one decayed vampire to the other, cursing to himself each time they weren’t Y/n. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t give up. At some point, he’d gotten separated from Elena, but he didn’t care- never faltering in his search.

After spending more time looking for the vampire with negative results, Stefan had rushed in. He seemed anxious, desperate, ready to plead. And that he was. “Damon. We have to go.”

“She’s not here...” He felt like he was having a panic attack, which was more than likely. Damon threw the blood bag he had brought for her against the wall, “She’s- she’s not here, Stefan!”

“Who? Katherine? Look, I’m sorry that she’s not here, but we need to go!”

“No! Not Katherine! Y/n! She’s- she’s gone...she’s gone Stef.” Stefan furrowed his brows, feeling sympathy for his brother for a split second, then realizing how much time they were wasting.

“I’m sorry... Okay Damon? Maybe she didn’t die-”

“Don’t get my hopes up, alright?”

“Alright, I’m sorry. Really, I am. But- we need to go, like, right now.” He grabbed his brother and sped him out, gaining a boost with his vampire speed. The entire time he thought his brother was after the bad sister, but he was after the good one.

Opposites really do attract.

[ziamfanfiction]

I need a longass well written Ziam fic. With angst but a happy ending. Thank you

this happens to be my favorite type of fic, so i’ll give you my personal faves :) (length will vary but I tried not to include anything under 20k)

the bittersweet between my teeth

New Year series

baby all i need is time

start again

in your eyes

the swirling storm inside

let’s be alone together

soft bodied, warm blooded

simple truths of belonging

here i stand

stop at any time

i know it’s hard to believe, you’re still the biggest part of me

my favourite book (i know it’s shorter, but it fits the bill for the angst!)

some love wait till it’s time

once for everyone who got left behind

human touch (short but underrated)

even when i lose i’m winning

but the monsters are always hungry darling

falling slowly series (second part has the very painful angst)

so let’s say i’ll come another day

just let me know

[theradioghost]

okay but link/list of songs for idiot lawyers playlist? please?

ok uh

I don’t have any kind of streaming playlist for this, as I am a wild woman who buys all my music and assembles playlists in iTunes, but I also like to create weirdly intricate covers and tracklists for them, so I am more than happy to put the tracklist for Lawyers Playlist beneath the cut here as long as no one asks me why I have a playlist which covers so much of the chronology of a series I have only just started getting into?

contains Stray Italian Greyhound, as all playlists I make are legally required to do.

Attention All Pickpockets – The Mountain Goats in comes you, not the same person I knew / looking roughly the same, but something hungry getting restless in your brain

Nemeses – Jonathan Coulton it’s an amazing smile / even the suit has teeth / everything flash and guile with nothing underneath / except a small black heart that no one sees but me

Allies or Enemies – The Crane Wives remember when I could tell you not to smile when you were mad? / and you would always crack, and we’d both be laughing in the end / now you’re not so quick to forget / are we allies or enemies? / this will be the death of me

Stray Italian Greyhound – Vienna Teng god, I just want to lay down, these colors make my eyes hurt / this feeling calls for everything that I am not // but you had to come along, didn’t you? / rev up the crowd, rewrite the rule book / where do I go when every ‘no’ turns into ‘maybe’?

That Man – Caro Emerald ooh that man is like a flame / and ooh, that man plays me like a game / my only sin is I can’t win / ooh, I wanna love that man

Messy – emily ft. Cami Proctor you and I are fire, water, ice / burning, drowning / I can’t believe I’m doing this again

Maybe, This Time – OK GO you’ve spent your entire life quick-tongued and always right / hasn’t being right just let you down? / right just lets you down

City With No Children – Arcade Fire I feel like I’ve been living in a city with no children in it / a garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside of a private prison / you never trust a millionaire quoting the Sermon on the Mount / I used to think I was not like them but I’m beginning to have my doubts

Impossible Year – Panic! At the Disco there’s no you and me, this impossible year / only heartache and heartbreak and gin made of tears

Night Windows – The Weakerthans but you’re not coming home again and I won’t ever get to say / remember how, I’m sorry that, I missed the way, could we?

Kill All Your Friends – My Chemical Romance it’s been eight bitter years since I’ve been seeing your face / and you’re walking away and I will die in this place

Call and Answer – Barenaked Ladies I think it’s getting to the point where I can be myself again / I think it’s getting to the point where we have almost made amends / I think it’s the getting to the point that is the hardest part

Left and Leaving – The Weakerthans I’m trying not to wonder where you are / all this time lingers, undefined / someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving

Good & Gone – Frank Turner I have yearned for you / in the airless hubs of international airports / in the hollow hell of many hundred hotels / in the solitary stillness of the early hours / and I still do

X-Kid – Green Day hey, little kid, did you wake up late one day? / and you’re not so young, but you’re still dumb / and you’re numb to your own glory even now it’s gone

Things That Stop You Dreaming – Passenger well if you can’t get what you love, you learn to love the things you’ve got / if you can’t be what you want, you learn to be the things you’re not / if you can’t get what you need, you learn to need the things that stop you dreaming

G.I.N.A.S.F.S. – Fall Out Boy I’ve already given up on myself twice / third time is the charm, third time is the charm / threw caution to the winds, but I’ve got a lousy arm

I Don’t Know What I Can Save You From – Kings of Convenience I tried so hard to follow but didn’t catch the half of what had gone wrong / said I don’t know what I can save you from

The Fastest Way Back Home – Frank Turner darling, oh my darling, you know that everything that I do / is to try to make me good enough for you / darling, oh my darling, you know that everywhere that I go / I'm just trying to find the fastest way back home

Walking To Do – Ted Leo + the Pharmacists you’ve seen the years roll on, and you’ve seen me roll with you / I see the road is long, so get on my side / there’s a whole lot of walking to do

King and Lionheart – Of Monsters and Men taking over this town, they should worry / but these problems aside, I think I taught you well / that we won’t run, and we won’t run, and we won’t run

Want You Back – HAIM I had a fear of forgiveness (said it from the beginning) / I was too proud to say I was wrong (said you’d always see me through)

Fire With Fire – Scissor Sisters now the city blocks out the sun that you know is rising / you can show me the work that you’ve done, your fears have been disguising

[bleh-bleh-blehs]

Innocent

Part 4

Series Masterlist

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A/N- I’m sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy the new chapter:) this is the longest chapter I have ever written.

Warnings- Past abuse, fluff

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You were strolling through the allies of the grocery store, tired and sleep deprived .The store was just about to get closed and you were the last customer there. 

Once you were done and were about to go to the counter, you heard someone begging for mercy. The muffled sounds were coming from the corner of the store where the lights were out.

Scared and wanting to save whoever it was, you quickly ran to the counter hoping to alert the cashier but no one was there. There was only one thing you could do and that was to call the police.

You quietly walked towards the noises trying to figure out what is really happening, you saw two men beating a person whom you recognize as the cashier from behind  the shelf.

You took your phone out and dialed the number quickly, you silently walked away from the scene so that they cannot hear you.

You hid behind the counter and told the person on the phone everything you saw and then gave them the address of the store. When you slightly rise from your place to see if the both men had left, you came face to face with both of them smiling devilishly at you. 

“Well hello darling I believe you have made a mistake and now I think we have to punish you for that.”

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“Y/N YOU MADE A MISTAKE” your foster father shouted at you. He looked like an animal to anyone who had not seen real him. You however were no stranger to his rage. He becomes this madman, this monster people see in movies. He stared at your eyes full of rage, you knew what was going to happen now. He will hit your palm with a stick until it bled and you will not get dinner for the next 2 or 3 days.

“Palms out.” “Please daddy it will never happen again” “ I SAID PALMS OUT”  he yelled and you slowly raised your hands waiting for the painful strike.

You screamed as you woke from your nightmare. Your whole body was covered in sweat, you sat up trying to control your breathing. Your nightmares are more frequent than before.You were still wearing the same dress you wore at the bar, which was now covered in your sweat.

 You were startled by a soft knock at your door, you got up hoping whoever was at the door wasn’t angry. You opened the door to see a very tired looking Tom standing with a soft smile on his face, he was wearing a normal hoodie and sweatpants.

 Relief washed over his face as he saw you were not harmed. He was just going to sleep when he heard your scream and jumped into the action. He was grateful that he gave you the empty guestroom just beside his own bedroom. 

He knocked the door quietly trying not to scare you more and waited patiently for your reply. He saw you were covered in sweat and you looked scared. “Are you alright?”he asked. 

You were surprised he was not mad at you he was worried about you. You were staring at him like an idiot, he was not reacting like Stacy. Whenever you had a nightmare Stacy would always panic, and here Tom was relatively calm. “I-I am fine, just had a nightmare.” you answered as you shook yourself out of your thoughts.

“You wanna talk about it.” Yes you wanted to talk about your nightmare, you liked to talk a lot because no one ever talked to you at your foster house. You even tried to engage normal conversations with those monster parents of yours but they told you to shut up and get lost. You always envied other children from school because they had ice parents, they had everything you hadn’t.

You are even ready to talk to Tom but you were feeling uneasy in your clothes. Tom noticed your uneasiness by seeing you tug the front of your dress to keep it from sticking. “Can you lend me so-some clothes?” you hesitated and he gave you a soft smile again.

“Of course, do you need anything else” you nodded your head in a no. “Well there are some towels in the bathroom for you to use and don’t hesitate to ask me anything, ok darling.”he said and you gave him a small smile, whispering ok.

Tom left you to get some of his clothes for you. After taking a warm, relaxing shower and wrapping yourself in a bathrobe you re entered your new room, a hoodie and pair of sweatpants were kept neatly on the edge of your bed. But Tom was nowhere to be found. Maybe he changed his mind and has gone to sleep.

As soon as you finished wearing the clothes Tom lent you, a knock came on your door. The door opened slightly “Are you decent” Tom asked. You smiled to yourself and said a tiny yes. He opened the door fully and entered the room with a tray in his hands. “I made tea for you and also brought biscuits. I thought you might be hungry.” You were in fact hungry because you didn't bother eating anything last night and were too afraid to ask for food when you were taken back to the mansion. He set the tray down on the table and motioned you to sit on the armchair beside it. He sat in front of you offering you a cup of tea. 

“So, what was your nightmare about?” he asked and you took a deep breath and started telling him all about your nightmare, from the grocery store to your foster father and he listened to you, he genuinely listened to you ramble about how monstrous your father was. He prevented himself from wiping your tears away because he knew you would flinch.

“How did you escape the foster house?” You looked up from your lap, trying to process what he asked. The question came out nowhere. “Well that's a big story. Are you willing to stay up all night? Maybe we can keep that story for our other nights’ chats. You must have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” you smiled at him,taking in his beautiful features, his brown eyes, his soft curls, the fact that he is wearing normal clothes not the expensive suits he always wears.   

You felt safe with Tom, you were feeling things you never felt before. You felt many emotions at once and one of these emotions was fear. You were afraid that he wouldn't feel the same for you. Tom however, was happy that you wanted to talk to him, that you wanted more these late night talks.  His eyes met yours and he felt that he could stare at them forever.

His work wasn’t more important than you- he wanted to say that but it seemed too early.He was mesmerised by your beauty, your simplicity, your bravery and what not. “Yeah, I think we both should get some rest” he says while taking a bite from the biscuit and get up to leave your room, with you following him to the door.

Tom turns back to you, looking at you for the last time before leaving. He admired the way you look wearing his clothes and god he wishes that wearing his clothes every night becomes your routine. And then he did what both of you expected he wouldn’t do. He leaned his head and gently pressed a small kiss on your forehead making butterflies burst in both of your and his stomach.

“Goodnight darling.” he said softly. “Goodnight Tom.” you said back. And with that he left closing the door behind him. You let out a squeal of joy. You had no idea of what you are feeling but whatever it was, it felt so damn good. You knew you can’t sleep now. You can’t help but think about his soft lips.

Tom was still standing at the other side of your door smiling like an idiot. At first he thought that he had gone too far by kissing you, sure it was on your forehead but what if you didn’t even want that. But your joyful sequel told him that you definitely liked it. He knew he is not getting any sleep tonight.

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Tags:- @marvelpeters , @whatthefuckimbisexual

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.7

Of Monsters and Men

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)      x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 2490

Summary: ‘Nat’ and the boys are still on the road and to kill the time more than anything, they talk monsters and most importantly, witches. 

You know what they say: speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Warnings: mentions of violence, monsters, supernatural elements, mentions of amnesia and interesting dreams and swearing (always)

Story masterlist

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“Hold onto me tight. Can’t have you falling off, doll…”

“You’re such a troublemaker-“

“I want to see you come undone first. Can I, doll?”

“Do I look unwilling, doll? I’m actually pretty eager to find out how long do you need to recover…”

“Eyes on me, darling-”

You jolted awake with a gasp for air, your eyes snapping open into sharp midday sun. It took you a second to realize where you were, what the low purr under your body meant, music on low volume and a male voice softly humming along.

You blinked, meeting Sam’s gaze as he turned his head to face you.

“Hey. You alright?” he asked, concern furrowing his features.

You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks at the memory of the dream. They were bits and pieces, sweet and hot, yet leaving dull ache in your chest in their wake. You were absolutely sure this was your consciousness recalling moments with your soulmate, but you were unable to make anything useful of them. It was like chasing ghosts – eh, actually, did ghosts exist? What was it like, chasing them? Never mind-

You were supposed to be a ghost, because apparently you had died.

Alright. Shake it. Snap out of those messy thoughts.

The more awake your body got, the more you realized your chest wasn’t the only thing that was tense and it wasn’t only your neck that nearly cramped.

“Yeah,” you muttered finally, while Sam’s eyes managed to get really worried, still on you. “Just… call of nature.”

In more than one ways. Your bladder might actually burst soon, but you couldn’t deny your arousal either. Gee. Why did it have to be that kind of dream you had? Why couldn’t you see your soulmate’s face clearly instead? Nope scratch that, his ID would be better, complete with his freaking address.

“Hold on for about half an hour, Nat. I’d like to stretch my legs anyway and Garth should be waiting for us.”

You smiled at Dean despite him being unable to see it, his eyes focused on the road. It was sweet of him. You might as well be sweet back.

“Thanks, Dean. And you can turn the volume up, if it was low just because of me,” you hummed, holding back a chuckle when his hand immediately moved to the radio.

“Thanks, Nat. Wanna tell us what that dream of yours was about? You seem a bit shaky,” he nudged, surprisingly gentle. You would expect such approach from Sam, but he only glanced at you, apparently wanting to know as well.

You sighed, wondering how to put it without sounding like a horny teenager.

“It’s… I think they’re like memories? But they don’t make any sense,” you said in the end, casting your glance down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, fingers interlacing and disjointing again. “It’s my soulmate, I know as much. Or, you know, I’m pretty sure. It’s nothing useful though.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam soothed, his voice genuinely regretful. You just shook your head, sending a sad smile his way.

“The only pattern is a… a pet-name, I guess.” Well, until now, it was just one. ‘Darling’ was new. “He keeps calling me ‘doll’.”

You didn’t know why you told them, you weren’t planning on it. Except they were so genuinely nice to you it hurt and you felt like honesty was the least you could give in return. Now, you could practically touch their surprise.

It was Dean who commented on it, but not in a malicious way, which you were eternally grateful for.  

“Doll, huh? Maybe he’s a mafioso. Sounds like something from an old movie. Heh, maybe you time-travelled too!” he speculated out loud and you only gulped, not as amused as you should be. Was that a thing? Time-travel?

“God, I hope not,” Sam whined, effectively startling you. So it was possible?

“Nah, I bet it’s just him being a gentleman, ya know, the old-fashioned kind of guy. After all, how could he not, having such a… swell dame for a soulmate?”

Both you and Sam eyes Dean with wary and confusion.

“Since when you’re an expert on war era slang?” Sam demanded, amused surprise lacing his voice.

“Simpler times, Sam. Simpler times. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Sam just chuckled, shaking his head. You laughed as well despite not quite understanding what it meant. You simply enjoyed the banter and teasing that was strengthening their brotherly love; you already caught up that much, that they loved each other greatly. How could they not? They were both absolutely amazing despite their differences.

People might find it strange for them to be so close at their age – not that you knew theirs precisely, or yours for that matter – but you thought it was endearing. If they killed monsters for living, their lives couldn’t be normal and conventional, could they? It spiked your interest once more.

“Alright. What can you tell me about what you do and how you get your money?”

“Not sure you wanna hear that, d-- now I have the nickname stuck in my head, dammit. It’s not a pretty chat, Nat. You sure?”

You nodded, but agreed out loud for the god measure. After all, Dean was still driving.

“Your choice. We hunt monsters. But let me tell you, humans are actually the worst… well, humans and witches…”

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Dean and Sam hadn’t even told half about the monsters that lurked in the shadows and you already felt overwhelmed, grateful when you reached Bedford and the older brother called his ID maker.

Garth was a nice guy, if a little overexcited and goofy.

He called you a madam, gave Sam a newest book by George R. R. Martin (who?), which seemed to excite the hunter greatly and Dean received a piece of apple pie. You couldn’t remember your life, but if you had, you were sure it still would have been Dean’s smile that was the brightest you had ever seen. Note to yourself; when repaying Sam and Dean, a pie and a book were necessities.

Your trio didn’t stop to chat with the man for long though – you needed to be on your way. Garth was apparently in the business of hunting, because he made a face way too similar to Sam’s at a mention of witches. You weren’t sure if you looked forward hearing about those; you guessed they weren’t wearing pointy hats and befriending cats.

The remaining hours to your destination flied; the brothers continued to educate you in monster food chain (people were usually the food, which you did not enjoy learning), briefing you on existence of things you could barely imagine. Also, they weren’t only friends with an angel, apparently – they were also on rather good terms with king of Hell.

“King of Hell?” you parroted, bewildered. What the h— heaven?!

“Yeah. Dean used to be bestie with him, too,” Sam quipped, half delighted at his brother’s annoyed face when sharing this fact, half bitter for pretty obvious reasons.

“Dude.”

“You keep the weirdest company,” you stated, your head buzzing with all the info you got. You grimaced when you realized that the company included you.

“We know,” Sam sighed, turning his tablet on. “But it’s not all bad. I mean, Garth, the guy you just met… he’s a werewolf and-“

“He’s a WEREWOLF?!” you yelped, causing the brothers jump in their seats and Dean jerk the steering wheel aside, throwing you all of balance.

“Christ, woman! Keep the volume low!” the driver spitted out as he returned to the correct lane, ignoring the honks of other cars. “I know, I know, shut up, I’m not drunk…”

“Sorry,” you blurted out on autopilot, your mind pre-occupied with the fact that the sweet dorky guy you had just met was a fucking werewolf.

It was Sam’s turn to apologize or he thought so. “My bad. I shouldn’t have just dropped that on you.”

“But he was so nice!”

“If you say so,” Dean assented reluctantly, voice dripping with doubt. You weren’t trying to figure out why he questioned such an obvious thing. It wasn’t your place. Not to mention you were still too astonished by the announcement.

Sam cleared his throat. “Anyway. We have two victims so far. Both are young women, Alicia Peters, 16 years old and Helen Sanders, 16 as well. They were apparently classmates, rather good students, but not friends. One of them was found three days ago, the other yesterday. They both sneaked away in secret, some other classmates claimed to them being… eh, giggly. They thought they had new boyfriends,” Sam summed up, while Dean nodded every now and then. “Why do you think witches? Could be dragons… which would be probably even worse.”

“…dragons? You’re joking.”

Dragons were real now?!

Dean ignored your incredulous remark. “Virgins, right? That’s what I thought. But check this out – according to the coroner, they had a puncture wound over their heart like from some very thin needle – or, more likely, a very thin straw, because their hearts were completely drained of blood.”

Your head was definitely spinning now, your stomach flipping over. You had been getting hungry before, but not so much anymore. You wanted to tune the conversation out, but it was inevitable to hear it. Your ears wouldn’t listen; it was like watching a train-wreck happen and being unable to draw your gaze away. Morbid curiosity played a part too.

God, you really were weird company.

“That’s disgusting,” Sam stated, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen.

You only hummed in agreement, trying to get the visual from your brain. Soulmate. Think of your soulmate and his sultry voice calling you doll. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, shocked that it actually worked. His voice washed over you, cocooning you in a soft blanket.

“Tell me about it,” Dean agreed darkly, but Sam held out his hand all of sudden, causing both you and Dean freeze.

“What?”

“They found two young men this morning. John Doe One and Two for now. They were…” Sam wavered, eyeing you in the rear-view mirror. Now he was checking with you? You guessed your face was pale as a sheet of paper, but hey, it wasn’t like you couldn’t just try and cover your ears. You nodded at him encouragingly and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “…found in one bed, stabbed in the heart and… ugh, with their… tools ripped off.”

Dean winced, while you just blinked. Did he mean like… wow. Oh, wow. You weren’t sure how to react to that.

“There was a note. We apologize for ruining such pure lives of the sweetest kind and as a prove of our remorse, we present their families with-“ Sam faltered in his speech, gagging. “Yeah, alright. Apparently, the missing part of their bodies was found with the… note. No need to go into details.”

“Yeah, Sammy, I’d be pretty grateful if we stopped talking about that. What now, though? Do we believe this crap?”

“You could have an ally,” you quipped shyly, receiving Sam’s sigh in reply.

“Brutal one, but yes. We need to at least check it out.”

“Yeah, but we get a lunch before that. I need something to comfort me. You traumatized my love muscle, Sam. Do you have any-“

“Yeah, alright, just… stop right there,” Sam stopped his brother, as if shielding himself from TMI by holding out his palm against Dean. “Got it. We need to stop for a bite.”

You giggled, the sound interrupted by your stomach growling. When had you got your appetite back?

“I guess lady in the back agrees,” Dean hummed, grinning in Sam’s direction. You laughed when you came to conclusion that he enjoyed making his younger brother uncomfortable, Sam making a face back at him as he realized the same.

They seemed like a greater pair of siblings the longer you spent with them.

It only took several minutes to get to the town and find a place to eat; Dean seemed to have a talent for finding food, which you appreciated immensely. You hadn’t been eating much, ashamed of using the brothers like that, so you were hungrier than you would be willing to admit. You had a sneaking suspicion that Sam was beginning to notice, because his eyes were narrowed as you picked the cheapest thing on the menu that appeared edible.

“You’re not eating,” he pointed out bluntly the moment the waitress left.

You just gaped at being caught and so shamelessly called out. Dean’s gaze shifted to you and now you had two men glaring at you keeping you company in the boot.

“I’m… not hungry.”

“Your stomach said differently,” Dean reminded you with his eyebrow arched in challenge. You opened your mouth uselessly, the protest dying in your throat at the intensity of his bright green eyes. “If this is about money, get your head out of your ass, Nat. You need to eat.”

“But-“

“But nothing. We’re having a desert,” he shut you up effectively, not permitting any objections.

You sighed, guiltily merging with your seat. A menu was placed in front of you, Dean’s fingers pointing at it.

“Actually, you’re picking one right now.”

You wordlessly obeyed, defeated. “I don’t mean to be difficult,” you whispered apologetically and Sam just shook his head with a smile.

“We know. And I get it, you don’t want to impose and use us, but… we chose to help you. Try to accept it, alright?”

You only nodded, determined to at least find the best dessert. The corners of your lips quirked when you found it.

“Looks like we’re in for an apple pie,” you decided, smirking in Dean’s direction. His eyes lit up and you couldn’t but feel the warmth around your heart at that. You actually did that, made him smile. Maybe you weren’t the worst company in the world after all. “Unless you’re sick of it after-“

Dean’s hand snatched the menu away, shutting it close. “Shut you piehole, Nat.”

Sam laughed as they brought your food.

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You were just finishing your infamous dessert, when the brothers stiffened at the voice coming from behind their back, the other side of the boot.

You frowned, not finding anything strange about the female voice with British accent.

“Thank you, darling. It will be all,” the woman said politely.

The moment the waitress left, Sam and Dean stumbled from their seats and towards the other boot. The tension in their shoulders only grew and they let out a ridiculously synched irritated sigh, multiple emotions playing on their face; you caught annoyance and a bit of anger for sure.

“Rowena,” Sam greeted her in pretended politeness and you couldn’t but check the situation out. They didn’t seem to be happy about running into their acquaintance.

You got a glimpse of a redhead sipping at her tea delicately, her pinkie raised as she held her cup.

“Hello, boys.”

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Part 8

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I adore that woman, I swear. She’s so classy and sassy. 

Also, for those who haven’t seen SPN, I extended the guide at the end of chapter one - you’ll find ‘Chuck’ and ‘Rowena’ there ;)

Thank you for reading!

[thesoftdumbass]

tay’s pop-culture writing challenge

Hello, lovelies! So I have been wanting to host another writing challenge for a while. With the school year being over, with a lot of people having more free time than they usually have, and with my blog reaching nearly 1500 followers holy shit I can’t believe it, I thought now would be a great time to post it! So below the cut are the rules, prompts, what have you...send an ask or message to claim a prompt and let’s get these creative juices flowing!

The Rules™️

~You don’t have to be following me to sign up! Just make sure that I have your url when we talk so I can keep track

~I will accept fluff, smut, angst, what have you...but if you write smut, you have to be 18+ 

~AUs are welcome

~Prompts are based on songs and movies/pop culture. If you choose one it doesn’t have to match exactly, but I’d love if the fic or line captures the feel of the prompt. If you alter the prompt, please bold or italicize it when posting.

~Can be a one-shot, series, drabble, whatever you choose. There are no word requirements but please, I beg of you, if your piece is longer than a hundred words, put a read more on it. And that’s not just for this challenge, it’s just a general courtesy.

~When posting, tag my blog @thesoftdumbass and use the tag #popculturewritingchallenge so I can find your lovely fic!

~There is no cut-off date and you can sign up at any time, as long as there are prompts left

~Entries are due July 1st

Characters

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Steve Rogers

TBH pretty much any Marvel character is good with me

The Witcher:

Geralt

Jaskier

Yennefer

Triss

Star Wars:

Poe Dameron

Finn

Rey

Din Djarin

Miscellaneous:

Captain Syverson

August Walker

Clark Kent

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels

Javier Pena

Any Sebastian Stan character

Anyone from Red vs Blue

Do people still write for Star Trek? If so, I’ll just put this here.

If you want to write for a character (or ship) that’s not on this list, just ask and I’ll probably be okay with it!

Prompts

Songs~

1. “I love it when you call me lover” | Call Me Lover, Sam Fender

2. “There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be” | Dreaming of you, Selena

3. “I still have your letter. I’ve only read it once but I remember every word.” | Sweater, Zach Day @bookcaseninja​ ~ Carolina

4. “I meant to say I love you, but instead I said goodbye” | Shadows, The Midnight

5. “It’s not my fault that I’ve fucked everybody here” | You, The 1975

6. “I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night” | Nightmare, Halsey @nanners-the-great​ ~ Bucky

7. “All our friends want us to fall in love” | The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty, Panic! at the Disco @bookcaseninja​ ~ Carolina

8. “People always say life is full of choices, no-one ever mentions fear” | Journey to the past, Anastasia (movie) @nekoannie-chan​ 

9. “I could look into your eyes until the sun comes up” | Afire Love, Ed Sheeran

10. “The three words could never come easy cause you’re more than they ever could be” | Capsize, Frenship and Emily Warren

11. “You say that you don’t want me. You should tell your body.” | Sweater, Zach Day

12. “The seasons pass but the monsters stay” | Kids (reprise), The Midnight

13. “And if tomorrow it’s all over, at least we had it for a moment” | No Choir, Florence and the Machine @dira333​ ~ Cameron Klein

14. “I am not complaining, just identifying my situation” | Moon, Bad Mustache

15. “I’m not a poet, but a criminal” | Thank you for the venom, My Chemical Romance

16. “The best part of believe is the lie” | Sophomore Slump, Fall Out Boy

17. “If you tease me now, I’ll just come back hungry for more” | Feed Me Now, Saint Motel

18. “How could anybody have you and lose you, and not lose their minds too?” | Los Ageless, St. Vincent

19. “No more Mrs. fucking polite” | Smile, Maisie Peters

20. “I thought that I was dreaming when you said you love me” | Ivy, Frank Ocean @annathewitch​ ~ Din Djarin

21. “I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck” | fallingforyou, The 1975

Sentences~

22. “Have zero expectations always, and you’ll never be disappointed.”

23. “Payback’s a bitch, and so am I.”

24. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from you, it’s that there’s always margin for error.”

25. “You know, one of these days, I don’t know when...I’m gonna learn to shut my fucking mouth.”

26. “Wow. You have a way with words that just immediately makes me wanna kill myself.”

27. “I have a lot to say, maybe you should get some popcorn.”

28. “It’s a Sunday. I don’t move on Sundays.”

29. “There’s no such thing as good guys or bad guys, there’s just people going about their lives.”

30. “There was a gunfight at my wedding.”

“Wait, you’re married?”

“No, I was the better shot.”

31. “Stop being so mean to me, or I swear to God I’m gonna fall in love with you!”

32. “It’s so hard to care when you’re this relaxed.”

33. A day spent with you is my favorite day.”

34. “Can I bother you for a second?”

“You always bother me so go ahead.”

35. “I’m in a dress, I have gel in my hair, I haven’t slept all night, I’m starved and I’m armed. Don’t mess with me.” @marvelouslytrekking​ ~ Steve Rogers

36. “I am way too sleep-deprived to deal with your negativity right now.”

37. “Part of me is terrified. And part of me is flattered.”

38. “I am not a child, I just act like one.”

39. “He’s blessedly unburdened with the complications of a university education.”

40. “I have never heard someone say so many wrong things, one after another, consecutively, in a row.”

There are so many awesome writers on this site, and I’m excited to see what y’all contribute 🖤 until next time, darlings!

Tagging people who expressed interest six months ago:

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@goingknowherewastaken

@bookcaseninja

@marvelouslytrekking

@dira333

@superwholockedbeauty​

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[lost-in-sokovia]

Only Forever

hey there, hi there, ho there! i think it’s time we give baby charlotte barnes some love, yes? well i hope this melts your heart as much as it melted mine💙 (listen to the Bing Crosby song here ) (i own no rights to that song🙂)

Charlotte could be a nightmare at night.

She would wail constantly, waking up constantly in the night from hunger due to the supersoldier serum running in her veins. She was going to be strong, there was no doubt about it.

You and Bucky had to endure all this at night.

In the day, the cutest and happiest baby girl, charming people with her cute looks and stunning blue eyes (just like her Daddy).

At night, constantly wanting to breastfeed and wanting someone to rub her back.

Bucky felt like this was his fault; he was the messed-up one, he gave your precious daughter these genetics. You constantly reminded him that he was perfect to you and all babies do this, to a certain extent.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” Bucky said to you one night in a sleepy but sorrowful voice. Charlotte wept from her crib and you pulled away from your boyfriend’s warm embrace.

“Bucky, don’t be so hard on yourself. I love you and for god’s sake I wouldn’t have made a kid with you if I didn’t know what I was signing up for,” you told him earnestly. You kissed his head and made your way to your daughter’s bedroom.

Bucky gripped his pillow and wiped a small tear from his eye. He loved his daughter dearly, but he was scared she would turn out to be like him.

A monster.

When he held her and stared at her wondering blue eyes, his heart jumped as he remembered he helped create this perfect little being.

He was so gentle with her and would kill anyone who dare tried to hurt his baby girl.

You walked into the dark nursery and peered over Charlotte’s crib. The poor baby had tears on her chubby cheeks and her curly brown hair was tussled about.

“Well hi there bean,” you cooed as you picked up the tiny baby who was still whimpering. You patted her back and made your way back to you and Bucky’s room.

“Are you hungry baby?” You asked softly and you continued to pat and lightly bounce her. You entered your dark room and saw Bucky laying on his back, looking at you and your daughter.

You sat down on your bed and adjusted yourself to breastfeed Charlotte as Bucky rubbed your back.

Another sleepless night brought to you by the baby Winter Soldier herself.

You didn’t remember what happened the rest of that night, but when you woke up Charlotte was back in her crib and Bucky had his arms wrapped around you protectively.

You turned and faced Bucky. You looked up and admired his sleeping face. You gently rubbed your hand against his cheek and moved it down to rub your thumb against his scruffy beard.

He groaned lightly and took one of his arms off of you to grab your hand and kiss it.

“Hey handsome,” you smirked. He smiled and he pulled you up onto his chest and held you tightly.

You giggled and continued to admire how peaceful he looked while he slept.

“Buuuckyyyyy,” you cooed. He opened one eye and you giggled again. “Time to wake up.”

“Mm, not today,” he said huskily. He rubbed his hands up and down your waist, and you lightly touched your nose against his.

“Did you have something in mind?” You were right about to kiss him before you heard your daughter begin to cry.

You paused and sighed, rolling off your boyfriend’s chest to get Charlotte.

“Noooo,” Bucky whined and grabbed you with his metal arm. “Stay here,” he said tiredly.

“Wow, okay, Barnes your arm is cold and I need to grab your daughter.”

Bucky let go and you made your way out of your bedroom.

After you tended to your baby and Bucky got dressed, the three of you made your way to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

“Barnes, (Y/L/N), your kid is keeping me up at night,” Tony grumbled first thing. You sighed and bounced the happy little girl in your arms.

“Sorry Tony,” you apologized with embarrassment. Nat walked behind you and grasped your shoulders.

“He’s a drama queen, don’t listen to his whining.” She winked. Nat walked around up to you to take Charlotte while you ate.

Steve tossed you two pieces of toast from the toaster and you gave him a sad smile.

“Thanks Steve.”

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked sincerely. You looked into his blue eyes sparkling with care.

“I-I don’t know, Charlotte seems to always keep people up, and I don’t know... I’ve been thinking about getting an apartment-“

“Hey, no,” Steve interrupted as he grabbed your arm. Tears had flooded your eyes at this point and you stared at him.

“(Y/N) we want you here. Charlotte is not a bother to any of us, and honestly has brought some life in,” Steve reassured.

Bucky got up and walked over to hug you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried softly.

“I don’t know what to do, Buck,” you whispered. He ran his hands through your tangled hair that still hadn’t been brushed through.

“It’s my fault doll, I’m the reason she’s like this.”

“N-No, Bucky it’s-“

“Shh,” he hushed. “We’ll get through this together, okay?”

Bucky was scared as hell. He was the problem. He was strong for you but was falling apart on the inside as well.

Steve knew. Steve knew because Bucky would rant to him when you weren’t around or you were occupied or sleeping. Bucky felt he was a horrible father.

Bucky looked to his best friend who nodded back in reassurance.

“Okay,” you whispered back.

Night fell and you carefully lowered your sleeping baby into her crib. Fed, burped, and fresh diaper, she was ready to go.

You quietly walked back into your shared room with Bucky and climbed into the warm sheets.

Bucky pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hey.” You responded.

The two of you laid in silence. The rest of the Tower was in their rooms (or in Tony or Bruce’s cases, in their preferred room of sleep) for the night.

Rain began to patter quietly against your window and you gently closed your eyes.

“Doing alright?” Bucky asked softly. You nodded against his chest.

You lifted your head up and kissed him on the lips softly.

“Goodnight soldier.”

Bucky was quiet for a moment; what did he do to deserve you?

“Goodnight my darling.”

An intense wail pierced through your ears. You immediately wanted to start crying. You reluctantly began to move but felt something move even faster and pull away.

“Wh....Buck... Bucky-“

“Just lay back down doll, I can handle this,” Bucky replied softly as he gently pushed you back on the bed.

You moaned a little as you met the warm spot where your body had been.

“Th... There are bottles... in-“

“Baby its all good,” Bucky persisted softly as he pressed a quick kiss to your head.

Bucky made his way to his crying daughter’s room. He felt vigorated, like he was going to do something well for once.

As he walked into the nursery and Charlotte heard his footsteps, her crying quieted ever so slightly. Bucky peered over the crib and looked at his tiny squirming baby.

“Hey there baby,” Bucky smilied as he lifted her out and into his arms. “Hey there sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

He bounced her lightly and rubbed her back as she quietly cried into his shoulder.

“Are you having a bad dream Char?” He whispered as he began to walk slow circles. “Daddy gets those, too. Mommy is really good at helping me out, so tonight I thought we’d let Mommy sleep and have Daddy come help you, huh?” He explained to his daughter. The baby was now just whining softly and Bucky adjusted her so he could see her face.

“Look at those eyes, huh? Wonder where you got those,” he remarked with a smirk. Charlotte’s teary eyes looked at her dad’s as she continued to whine softly.

Bucky thought for a moment... What helps babies fall asleep?

Lullabies.

Bucky hushed her gently and quietly.

“You know, sometimes your Mom sings lullabies to me. She’s really good at that too,” he started again. Charlotte stared at her dad with wide eyes.

“Now Daddy isn’t as good of a singer, but I say we give it a shot,” He smiled. Bucky continued to walk circles as he glanced in the direction of your room.

“This song reminds me of your Mom...” Bucky added. He cleared his throat and Charlotte whimpered.

“Do I want to be you as the years come and go? Only forever, if you care to know,” he began to sing softly.

Charlotte’s whimpering began to quiet and Bucky rubbed her curly brown locks.

“Would I grant all your wishes, and be proud of the task? Only forever, if someone should ask.”

Your daughter began to drift off and Bucky grinned with accomplishment.

“How long would it take me to be near you if you beckon? Off hand I would figure less than a second,” Bucky’s crooning became quieter. “Do you think I’ll remember how you looked when you smile? Only forever, that’s puttin’ it mild...”

Bucky admired the sleeping girl in his arms. He kissed her soft head and gently laid her back in her crib. He felt like a real and genuine father who had a connection to his daughter.

After smiling at his baby one last time, he made his way back to his room. You were found laying on your side of the bed where he left you, waiting for him to join you.

He gently crawled in, pulled up the covers, and pulled you close. He kissed your head and whispered an “I love you, thanks for everything” before closing his eyes and drifting off.

Bucky vowed to be there for his daughter forever.

hiiiiiiiiii i hope you enjoyed this fluff! the prolouge of my ransom series is in the works incase you guys were looking out for that! thanks again for your support!💙

[roseamongroses]

W.A.L: “Fly Me to the Moon” Part One (22)

s u m m a r y:

Eden was the lowest of the low, a monster, hardly human, and was set to be executed. Roman was on trial, perpetually stuck in time until it was time to atone for his families sins.

Neither cared much for staying trapped.

So when a Stranger offered freedom, offered peace, offered power, it was hard to say no.

Even if it put them on the wrong side of history.

v i b e s :

time is irrelevent, homophobia who?, magic and beasts, demigods

w a r n i n g s

Imprisonment, Mentions of execution, Blood/ injuries,  Mentions of past Death, minor character death/suicide,  repression, cursing,

c h a r a c t e r s

Deceit(Eden) Sanders, Remy Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Emile Picani

Ship: Roceit

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(6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11)

(12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17)

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“Are the rest of the brats getting ready?” Roman asked, picking up a comb and a jar of moisturizer.

“Uh-- I think so?” Lauren winced sitting back, “I wouldn’t know, Kai’s being… weird,” Roman ran their hand experimentally through the now kinkier coils in her hair, the light tugging of her scalp painfully nostalgic.

She’d always prefered her hair straight, but she never went so long without taking a break. It was mainly luck that she hadn’t had any major heat damage, but even that fear didn’t make the idea any more appealing.

You could say she was avoiding it in a way.

Her mom had always insisted on braiding Lauren’s hair herself, so the act was tangled with her in every way. Doing it by herself now only made her mom’s absence louder, but having Roman here made it better.

“Weird how?” Roman asked, detangling her hair, “Is he getting pissy about getting his ass kicked?”

“No…” She said, bracing herself, “That’s why it's weird. He’s not complaining, he’s avoiding me,” She sighed, feeling strangely annoyed. It wasn’t like she liked the constant arguing, but this was just odd…. Did she do something wrong?

Why does she even care?

Roman’s hands stopped mid braid, “Oh,” he hummed before resuming, “Maybe he’s just in a mood,” he said, a laugh peeking through his tone.

“What?” Lauren demanded.

“Nothing, nothing,” Roman snickered, “I’m just thinking about how pretty you’re going to be in that dress,” he cooed, pinching her cheek and effectively smearing whatever moisturizer he was using all over her cheek.

“Gross,” Lauren scowled to keep the smile from her face, “Anyway you’re too calm about this,” she said, her worry bubbling at the thought of just… walking into Council territory, “Do you really believe Drak’on’s going to play fair?”

It could go a lot of ways.

Logan was fair to a fault, so she wasn’t worried about dirty tricks from him. But he was predictable in a dangerous way. He had a never ending consistency that tended to wear people down. Roman wasn’t as unpredictable as Remus, but he had a similar quality. He couldn’t afford to trust that his body and magic would perform the same way every time, so he had to be creative, and more than often had to run himself ragged.

“Are you worried?” Roman asked, but it was more like an observation.

“You should be,” Lauren grumbled.

“I’m not,” Roman said.

She was oddly comforted by the finality of the promise.

---

Upon opening the letter, they were taken in a flash of light.

They first saw a glittering series of arcs that were almost translucent. It was as if the towering structure was merely ideas carved into the stars, but it solid beneath their feet. Deceit wasn’t sure how he was breathing with the world so far beneath him, with the stars so close.

The Offerings were a series of events, of elaborate ceremonies, of balls. A celebration at it's finest, but preformative grief at its core. Councilmen decked out in elaborate gowns and ancient suits milled inside the glittering gates, magic flowing from people’s tongues as easy as they laughed.

The brats were pretty much gawking, but thankfully they didn’t wander off.

Roman’s face betrayed nothing but unapologetic decadence. Their hair braided high before exploding into a fire of curls and flowers. All signs of exhaustion were wiped clean behind rosy lips and impossibly dark lashes that were stark against his eyes. Roman was in his element to anyone with eyes, but his death grip on Deceit’s arm told another story.

Which to be fair, was expected. They were deep in Councilmen territory, with their invitation only being allowed due to the technicalities of their situation--i.e all the alleged crimes not being directly linked to anyone, but The Stranger-- and Drak’on’s disturbing amount of influence.

Still Deceit knew that wasn’t it, “Roman?” He said, the question hanging in the air between them as they handed off their bags.

“The curse,” Roman sighed, “Even if I have temporary immunity, I keep expecting to...It’s more mental than anything,” he explained, low, “It shouldn’t be a problem, but...forgive me if I’m a bit more clingy,”

“That’s it?” He said scrutinizing them. They'd gotten better at actually vocalizing their limits lately, but Deceit knew he’d be more willing to cover it up in order to not cause a scene.

“E… Darling... tonight will be fine,” Roman promised. He tilted his head, horns catching the light and his eyes having a hungry glint, “You trust me?”

Deceit was breathless, “Something like that.”

---

Virgil stirred the brothy, something, in front of him, mildly impressed by how shiny the utensils were, but mostly getting sick by how rich everything tasted. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to eating “good” food, in fact from what he could remember he was most likely used to it, but there was a different level of luxury here. It was almost irritating.

Actually a lot of things were irritating, the key one being that his supposed date fucked off to schmooze with rich bastards, but the most alarming part of that was that Virgil wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to Logan at all right now.

It was all duel this and duel that lately. About how this is what he always deserved, how he’ll somehow become better--how everything will become better once he finally puts this to rest and claim his rightful place. Virgil’s beginning to suspect that Logan didn’t even realize how obsessed he was getting with it.

In fact, Virgil suspected that Logan’s always been obsessed with this, but Dr. Picani never let him fixate on that need entirely. Even if Dr. Picani was low-key just as dysfunctional as his Apprentices, the man was disgustingly determined to create a somewhat functional life for them.

But Dr. Picani was gone, even if they found him-- his consciousness had yet to return. All they had now was Ms. Annalise Drak’on, someone who apparently had no issue with feeding Logan’s obsession.

Virgil felt sick.

He stood, not caring about how loudly he dropped the utensils or about the dirty looks sent his way as he pushed his way through the crowd. The band was some pseudo-jazz, a thundering accompaniment to his rising anxiety and the dazzling lights were getting too much and--

His spiraling halted upon catching the faintest blue flash in the corner of his eye. Turning around he met Patton’s eyes. Virgil flinched and for the briefest moment Patton’s brow furrowed, before smoothing into his normal dazed expression, “You’re alone?”

Virgil wanted to scowl, but he couldn’t. He was alone and he wasn't sure how long its been draining away at him.

Patton nodded at his non-response, “You need air,” he said, before turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd. It took a few seconds before Virgil realized he was meant to follow.

Virgil somehow found himself out of the crowd, feeling the cool air first, and the relief of being away from all of those people all at once. Patton was already there leaning against the balcony, the translucent beads of their gown soft against the blue of the distant earth.

Patton turned his head to acknowledge him, “Is this better?”

“I think so,” Virgil sighed, slumping against the balcony, “Uh… thanks, I guess,” Patton laughed, an off colored chirp that normally unnerved Virgil, but now only made him blush, “What?”

“I don’t scare you anymore, do I?” Patton said, covering his mouth.

“I was never--” Virgil winced at the lie, “Was I that obvious?”

“Yes, but…” Patton started, trailing off, “I didn’t mind completely,”

Virgil frowned, “You didn’t mind me being an asshole?”

“I minded,” Patton said, “But at least you didn’t hide it,” he shrugged as if that explained it all, “I knew Logan and Emile cared about me, but… it was like they were afraid to admit that they didn’t always feel safe,”

“...Should we feel safe?’ Virgil said, twisting and untwisting the loose hair.

Patton didn’t respond immediately, tracing the rail, “I wish you could, but I…” he sighed, “Watchdogs aren’t meant to be outside the colonies for long without a bond...we aren’t built for that. When I’m home I can feel-- I’m in control,” he said, “But here, it feels like all I can do is take orders and hope, there’s nothing else there,” His face twisted unnaturally, but his eyes remained blank.

“Why…” Virgil tore his gaze away, “After Remus….Why didn’t you go to Roman?” he asked. It seemed simple, just go to another Sanders, a legal, full magic Sanders--

“I wasn’t in love with Roman,” Patton said, with no theatrics, but the simplicity throbbed with something intense, “Why didn’t you die in the river?”

“I-” Rushing water, blood everywhere,it was only supposed to be a game, it was a game it was a game, it was a game, “I didn’t want to die.”

“You’re lying,” Patton said, matter of fact.

Virgil blew out his cheeks, “I got lucky,” he admitted. Lucky that he wasn’t deemed enough of a threat by the other two. Lucky that the vial seared in his hand instead of in his eyes or down his throat. Lucky that at the end of the day, he thought it was a just game. Something stupid to do before church.

If only he knew that it was The Stranger’s Game he was playing.

“Well...I’m glad you were lucky,” Patton said quietly, “I wouldn’t have met you and I certainly wouldn’t have stayed for as long as I did without you two…”

Virgil’s throat tightened, “I…” he wiped his eyes, “Why do I feel like that’s a goodbye?” he choked out a bitter laugh.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Patton smiled, “You could always visit the colonies,” he said wistfully, and Virgil swore he glowed a little bit brighter, “I might be a bit...different there, but it's a good different,”

“...Can you tell me more about it?” Virgil asked.

Patton did.

He told Virgil about the fountains-- how water dripped like fire, but was icy to the touch. He talked about how young watchdogs burned holes in their cribs and terrorized their families. About the family dinners, with plates overflowing with food--how each story and laugh was never the same.

He told Virgil about how the community grew closer and took care of each other in spite of the stricter regulations. About how they’re even planning to build their own schools instead of relying on council tutors. He told Virgil about his mom and dad, about how they missed him, but understood he wanted to see his friends. He told Virgil about everything he missed and hated and seemed to glow a little bit brighter with each second.

Virgil doesn’t know why, but it felt nice. It sounded nice--talking to Patton was nice in a way that Virgil didn’t even know he missed. It's been awhile since he just...had fun.

The music changed, to something delicate--a soft piano, followed by a low, breathy voice. Patton’s voice trailed off and he closed his eyes swaying to the lullaby.

Virgil asked him for a dance.