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[shroomje]

Fathers Day Surprise ♡ John Price

Pregnancy Fluff

Fem reader, use of parental term "mummy"

"Happy Fathers Day!" Holding out a white box wrapped in dark, hunter green ribbon, you smiled and tapped your fingers on the pid of the box. John chuckled and took it from you, holding to the side as he brought you in and gave you a big hug and a kiss on the forhead, nose, and then finally, lips.

"Im not no daddy yet, love, but thank you." Holding back a mischevious grin, you dragged him over to the couch and sat down beside him.

"Just open it." You whined, smiling and acting giddy with excitement.

Earlier you had been nervous, really, really nervous. You were terrified that John would be angry at you or leave you, but you soon decided he would never do that, and even if he ever did, which he wouldnt, it wouldnt break you.

"Im still in my gear, love. At least let me change out of my uniform." You signed and rolled your eyes, tugging on his arm as he tried to stand up.

"Plenty of time for that later, open it. Now." He chuckled and scooted closer to you as he sat down again, pulling the neatly wrapped box on his lap and untying the ribbon. As he lifted the top he looked confused.

In the box layed crocheted sage green baby booties and a matching hat, with three little pregnancy tests sitting in the box. "Love." Before even looking at the tests, John adjusted to look at you.

Suddenly the anxiety and the panic set in again and you were bouncing your foot rapidly on the floor. "Darling, is this what i think it is?" His breath got caught in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes.

"Look at it, John."

He took a lengthy, deep breath before looking back at the box. His shaky hands picked up one of the tests and with one glance at the two lines he put the box on the coffee table carefully.

You were hesitant to speak, but swallowed your anxiety and spoke. "John? Is this-" without letting you finish, he took you in his arms and hugged you so tight you thought you might die.

You giggled slightly as he pulled away, tears now running freely down both of your faces. He took off his hat and leaned you back while rolling up your top. He placed his forehead against your tummy lightly, and just held you there for a couple minutes.

Faintly you could hear John whispering stuff to your stomach. You couldnt make it all out, but you did here him mumbling about how beautiful their mummy would be, and how proud their daddy would be no matter who they grew up to be.

By the time he was done you were both still emotional however neither were still crying. "When did you find out?" John asked after kissing you.

You chucked quietly. "Two weeks ago, but you told me you'd be coming home on Father's days so," you shrugged, "just decided to tell you today."

The rest of the day was spent with John and yourself talking about the baby and your predictions. John wanted a baby girl who looked just like her mommy, but decided he'd ultimately be happy with any helathy baby.

[brainrot-stitch]

Guh the world's in my brain r Wilding rn. (Lots of yapping under the cut and also a wip with like? Body horror I gues???? Idk how to describe it she's got mushrooms growing out of her)

There's a universe that's like super duper similar to poppy playtime but also too different from poppy playtime to just be an au or something so like. What do I call it??? The resets that go on there r wild tho my little dragon guy is STRUGGLING I think.

And wonderland is as always ig. The body horror and ?gore?? Maybe? Is thriving over there as usual. Aaron is struggling I think he got put on meds idk if that's gonna get reset or not tho

That one universe idk how to describe is also crazy. Shroomies cult has expanded there and one of the villains has become a member so. Mushroom infected bug? I guess??? The heros r going thru it also but the vigilantes are actually really chill rn they're living their best life ig. Need to get back to them tho they haven't got any attention in a long time. Actually wait that might be why they're chill rn ermmm..

The ancients are SHOCKINGLY chill I think their world is paused for the time being but idk how to unpause it so... whoopsy

Dragon adventures universe is confusing. I think shroomie might be trying to get there too but not too sure. I think she needs to focus on ascending that one villain guy from the heroverse or whatever before she can focus on another but it is concerning :(

And idk what the FUCK the gods or phoenixes are up to but?? Get back here???? Where did they go?? That's a lie ik where they are but only maybe. What are they even up to tho what r they doing 😭 😭 WHY DOES ORION KEEP VANISHING

Also shroomie wip 😈😈

Will finish it tmrw cuz I'm sooo eepy also don't believe the time it says that's a lie I just keep the canvas open for too long sighh

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 34 {END}

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Oystein sat at the typewriter, drafting up a letter for Mayhem's fans. It had been at least nine months since Helvete was closed down, Varg had started his own label and had already put out a demo for his new band. They had auditioned all over Norway and beyond to find someone to re-record their album and they were in the final stages of putting it together.

Oystein didn't expect to fall so seamlessly into living with Y/n but life had been good. He felt like they lived a normal, surprisingly uneventfully fun life together. She decided that she wanted to quit her jobs and start studying in healthcare. He found it noble of her to want to focus on psychiatric care in such a time when people didn't take mental health serious in the slightest.

He had finally taken her home as his girlfriend for the holidays and his family was over the moon excited that they had finally gotten their stuff together enough to be a couple, no one more than his sister. She had made them matching bracelets to wear and made sure Oystein's was black.

Oystein had done exactly what Y/n had suggested and let the sting of Helvete closing burn off before he started looking at other buildings he could lease. Now that they were wrapping up the album, they planned to start the search for Helvete's new home.

Oystein heard the front door open and didn't bother looking up from what he was writing.

"Hey baby, I picked up dinner because I did not feel like cooking tonight." Y/n greeted him putting the food on the table and dropping her bags on a chair. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him from behind and looked over the letter he was proof reading.

"What do you think?" He asked looking it over.

"I think Black Metal is about to get one hell of an album." She kissed the side of his face and he smiled as she bumped his glasses with her lips. He spun around in his chair and put his hands on her hips.

"How was your day beautiful?" He asked pulling her into his lap.

"It was exhausting. I want to get in the bathtub and just soak for like an hour." Y/n rubbed circles into Oystein's chest and his eyebrows went up.

"Sounds nice although you don't look nearly dirty enough for a nice long soak." Oystein teased gripping her hips a little tighter.

"Oh yeah? You want to help with that I'm sure." She smirked at him as she grinded her hips down into his semi-hard cock.

"You know me, I'm a helpful guy." She laughed at his response and she leaned down to kiss him.

"Your dinners going to get cold." She warned as she started to get off his lap but he held onto her wrist.

"That's what the oven is for." He reminded pulling her back onto his lap. She laughed running her hands through his hair.

"Are you gonna leave you glasses on if I let you fuck me?" Y/n teased making Oystein purse his lips at her.

"Let me? You think you get to let me fuck you?" Oystein gripped the back of her neck holding her in place. She bit her lip as he moved his free hand between her thighs and felt the damp spot on her panties. He pulled them to the side and started to play with her clit.

"I fuck you whenever, wherever I want because you belong to me." Oystein sucked a spot on her chest that was exposed. She started to thrust her hips into Oystein's hand but the closer she got, the more she needed him.

"Oystein..." He was equally desperate for her as he tossed her legs off of him and started to undo his belt buckle and jeans. Y/n scrambled to pull her dress over her head and step out of her panties. She practically hurdled his hips to straddle him in the chair. She lowered herself slowly onto him letting out a groan but there was no patience in Oystein's hips as he started pistoning his cock into her. She bounced on his thighs, the sound of her skin slapping his and her moans filled the apartment as she held onto him for dear life.

"F-fuck.." Oystein whined. Y/n put her hand around his throat and squeezed making him look up at her. His glasses were slightly fogged from having his head against her chest.

"You full so good baby. I want you to cum inside of me. I want it. Please." She begged and Oystein's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he continuously slammed his cock into her. When he did cum, Y/n swiveled her hips feeling his load dripping out of her and onto his thigh. He hummed as he tried to come down from his orgasm and she smiled. Once he was able to look at her, he chuckled at the fog covering his lenses. She pulled the glasses off and smiled giving him a sweet kiss.

"Hold on." He said making her throw her arms around his neck as he got up and shuffled them towards the bed. She laughed as his feet squeaked along the floor before she landed on her back on the bed. He silently went back to rubbing her clit and using his fingers to bring her to the same ending as he was. He wasn't sure what was his cum and her own release as it leaked onto the bedspread.

"Don't stop baby. I'm gonna cum." Y/n cried out and Oystein kept his eyes on her face as she came on his fingers, waiting for her to grip his wrist to stop him from overstimulating her.

The two of them lay next to eachother and smiled.

"I think that's the first time we've fucked at your desk." Y/n pointed out. Oystein nodded his head.

"All the time we've been here and we haven't fucked at my desk, kind of hard to believe." Oystein chuckled.

"Well that's your work station. I don't usually like to bother you when you're working on something." Y/n pushed some of his hair off his face and he smiled.

"If you think riding my cock is a bother, I'm clearly doing something wrong." He joked.

"We'll have to make a list of the places we have left to christen around here." Y/n looked around and Oystein agreed.

"We've got plenty of time for that...for now, I need your help getting out of my pants so we can heat up dinner." Oystein looked down at his legs and Y/n laughed seeing the mess of pants, underwear, loosened belts and boots around his ankles.

"You're a mess." She teased helping him take his boots off so he could slip his legs out of his pants.

"Yeah but you love it." He lifted her chin with his thumb and she smirked as he held her chin.

"I do...to hell and back." He smiled at her before kissing her sweetly.

END

[shroomje]

Dating Spencer Reid ♡ Headcanons

TW (mention only): Minor NSFW, panic attacks, ptsd (Lemme know if i missed anythig please!!)

Has the cutest and non-traditional nicknames for you (Bumblebee, Button, Cupcake, Honeybug)

Soft-dom

Smells like coffee, cashmere, and something warm and spicy, like cinnamon

You might come home to find spencer sitting in the middle of a mess of paper, sprawled on the floor

Forgets to take a break from work

Has panic attacks occasionally when everything builds up, and it can be a very minor thing that triggers it.

Wasnt cuddly at first but now he LOVES cuddles

Spencer, Penelope, and you have sleepovers

Surprisingly good kisser

Calls before every flight/new case to let you know where he is/going

Always reminds you to be safe and careful

Is uncomfortable giving gifts face to face, so he leaves gifts under your covers, on your couch, on the table, etc, etc.

^ If he sees something and thinks of you, he buys it, and he often thinks that what he buys are silly and stupid

Requires constant reassurance of love

Always try to have atleast one meal together

Leaves sticky-note love letters, especially when he needs to leave unexpectedly

Overprotective around the team, especially Derek, he thinks that Derek is better at romance than him, and he doesn't want to lose you

Terrified when an unsubs victim type is similar to you, and calls often to make sure you're okay

Info dumps

Has a hard time discussing the future

He wants kids but doesn't talk about it often because he doesn't know if you want any

Really anxious about passing his genes to a kid one-day

He loves having his hair played with and massaged

[shroomje]

The Angel That Calls Me Hers ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley, Part Two

Warnings: NSFW, kinda bottom Simon, not rlly a bottom hes just simpy and in love, mentions of being shot, mentions of murder,

Themes: Simon Whimpers, blowjobs, dirty talk(sorta), flashback,

Eight months ago

Nobody knew how it had happened, just that it did. Somehow, some way, Ghost had survived being shot close to twelve times in the head alone.

Nobody knew except Simon himself, who knew it was the work of a meddling woman who had decided that someone as pretty as simon deserved to have his life.

It didn't take long for them to fall in love after that or for some of their emotions to cross, like an aphrodisiac, just by smelling her strange lavender-honey scent, or feeling her warm embrace, even when shes not there, he gets, for a lack of a betted phrase, incredibly horny.

Take tonight as an example. He had taken care of himself four times already, but he could still smell her longing, ao it never went away.

"Need some help, sweet boy?"

Simon was startled, he hadnt noticed the girl now sitting on his bed, and be tried to cover up with a pillow, hut with a flick of the girls finger, the pillow was flung to the other side of the room.

She was dressed in nearly nothing, simply a very sheer red one piece, with a silky red ribbon across the waist and lace trim. There were also red lace butterflies and flora embroidered in the material.

Red is his favourite colour.

"Tell me what you want, Simon." His head lolled back as she crawled closer to him, her blue eyes staring at his in a doe-like way.

"Fuck. Please, angel, please help me." She smirked, leaning down to kiss his cockhead gently, before taking him in her mouth and sucking down, causing a low moan to sound our of him, followed by a whimper.

"I'll take care of you, just let me love you, good boy."

She was too good at this, he was ready to pop again within a couple minutes, he started extending his hands to grab on her hair but she stopped.

"You can hold, but no pulling or tugging, got it?" He nodded. "I'll stop if you tug."

She continued, and his hand rested in her head, petting her hair gently, completely lost in pleasure.

Of course, he had gotten head before, but not in a while, not since he had been in the military.

But this, this was so much different. The room was filled with Simons moans and whimpers.

Simons cock started twitching, signaling he was close. He was about to pull away, but she hit his hand away so she could continue.

He came in her mouth, and she swallowed it completely, looking up at him with the eyes of a siren.

"Good job, sweet boy." She rubbed her hands over his chest, using her nails to cut through his cotton shirt and take it off of him before kissing him on the lips and laying him on her chest.

They fell asleep like that, him naked and on her chest and her in her pretty little one piece and playing with his hair, her blue hands contrasting with his pale skin.

Gods she had to be an angel.

-

Heyy how was it?

What do you all think She is?

Part 3 (set in the present) coming soon?

Unedited

[shroomje]

Hotchreid Headcanons ♡ Spencer x Aaron

Warnings: mentions of children cases, mentions of dilauded, mentions of kinks, autistic spencer reid

Hotch cooks for Spencer because spencer never had the chance to learn growing up

But sometimes hotch will tecah him recipes

Hotch knows cases with kids in them make spencer extra sensitive so he makes sure theres plenty of chances for spencer to be by himself and always makes sure they room together on those cases

Spencer has a cat that naps in Hotch's home office so hotch is always covered in cat hair

Hotch washes spences hair, especially when hes really upset

Spence has sensory issues and Hotch makes sure hes alway comfortable

Spence writes in the margins of books before lending them to hotch, annotating things, and writing hotch little notes

Puppy/master kink (pup Spence/mstr. Hotch)

Spence always bottoms

If Hotch is gone, Spence will use one of his t-shirts as a pillowcase

Hotch will watch some of Spencers nerdy shows just for him

I can't stress this enough: Hotch washes spences hair and gives him little scalp massages 💞

Spences cat is basically their second kid

Jack LOVES spence

They play pretend together

And spence teaches him magic tricks

Hotch got rlly nervois when meeting Diane as Spencers boyfriend for the first time

Sometimes, Spence goes nonverbal and Hotch needed to learn how to deal with that

Spence is more susceptible to "shutdowns" rather than "meltdowns" and its Hotchs job to help woth that

Idk but theyre real cute

[shroomje]

The Love Potion ♡ Papa Emeritus II

♡Consenual drugging, bdsm, demon/immortal Secondo, praise kink, no nsfw in this part, part 2??

♡Papa secondo makes sure you'll never love anyone else the way you love him

"You do understand, pet, that after you drink this, no one will ever elicit the same reaction nor love that i can, correct?" He abd asked this same question before, and the answer was always the same.

"Yes Papa." Without any hesitations, you were ready to solely belong to the man in front of you.

"I strongly reccomend you read over these papers before signing them and think about this heavily, pet. I will be the only person able to reverse this, and im not in the habit of letting go of the things i want."

Papa gripped your head gently, petting your hair as you kneeled below him. "Im not being dramatic piccolo, your heart will be in my cluches for all eternity, not only will you live for as long as i do, you will belong to me for all that time."

"The only hesitation i have is that you'll pick another after me, Papa." He merely laughed and brushed his hand down the side of her face.

"I will never take another after you my pet, you're mine and Im yours, until the day we take our last breath."

You stood up and without even looking at the paper, signed your name. You trusted papa with your life and heart, you already knew you'd never stop loving him, and the potion was just another way to signify your eternal submission to him.

He owned you. Body and mind.

Papa made a 'tsk' noise a couple times as you kneeled below him again. He called a ghoul in and handed him the paper along with a couple others. "Photocopy this and put it in my archives, and send these out to all my former partners." He instructed, not missing the way you preened slightly when he called them 'former'.

When the ghoul left, Secondo looked back down to you. "Stay sitting here, eyes on my knees, got it carissima?" You nodded and whispered a quiet 'yes sir', eyes placed firmly on his knees.

Secondo split the potion up evenly into two wine glasses. The potion was made so the drinker would fall inlove with the first person they had sex with directly after drinking. He covered to potion in expensive wine and called a dinner to be brought to his room, three courses but told the ghoul to hold off on the dessert until after they had sealed the bond.

When dinner was brought, Secondo finished the paperwork he had done and thanked the ghouls for setting up. He placed his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him.

"You've been perfect my pet, simply incredible." He pet you head and stood up, helping you to stand aswell. He kissed your forehead and told you to sit at the table in your spot which was beside him on the right. Sometimes he had a chair set up, other nights he prefferd you kneeling as he fed you. Tonight he had a chair assigned for you.

Dinner went smoothly and the alcohol helped ward away any remaining nerves you may have had. Now the potion was now fully in your system.

"Tonight will be vastly different from most, pet, however base rules still apply, we will use the colour system and we wont change any boundaries, understand?"

"Yes Papa."

He smirked and brushed the hair away from your face.

"Kneel."

Let me know what you think!!

[shroomje]

Hey bestie how u been? 👋✨

Hey baby, ive been okay, how have you been?? Ive missed you😻😻

[shroomje]

The Angel That Calls Me Hers ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley, part 3

Warnings: asking to be killed, mentioning suicide, sorta angsty, this isn't the end dw

"You promised to tell me your name."

"I had hoped you had forgotten about that. Si, you have to realize how much of a big deal this is. Once you pass, you will join me in Skaa'ilö and you'll be with me for all eternity."

Simon didnt look put off at all, he simply smiled and nodded. "Yes you told me. Now tell me your name."

She walked closer to him holding his hands in hers. A faint blue light surrounded their joined hands.

"My calling is Naa'teijah." A shock rippled through the earth, passing through Simon and the womens body, simon could feel their souls being connected, a deep love embedded in his heart was woken.

"Nahteja?"

She smiled a suppressed a giggle.

"No, love, Na-ah-te-e-jah. Naa'teijah."

"Naa'teijah. Naa'teijah." He whispered her name as if he was tasting it in his tounge.

"Si, you know i need to leave now, right?" His eyes snapped up to him.

"What?" He grasped her hands again. "What are you talking about?" She smiled warmly, cupping his face.

"I need to prepare for your death now, I won't be able to see you as much anymore."

"I dont want you to leave. Please, Naa'teijah." Tears began forming in his eyes and Naa'teijah kissed his face, just below his eyes.

"I'll always be with you. you'll always be able to smell me. Times goes much faster in my realm, so I'll be with you in no time, my sweet boy. If i stayed in your realm, i would loose my head and go mad."

"You'll be with me soon, Simon, and I'll always protect you. You won't die until you're supposed to."

"Kill me now then. Please Naa'teijah, i need you"

"And you'll have me, sweetboy. But not yet, and do not dare try to do it yourself, do you understand me?"

Simon nodded, keeping his eyes locked on hers. The woman unclasped her locket, opening the picture to look at it, hiding it from simon before closing it and putting it on Simon.

"You won't be able to open it until i come to get you. I love you, Simon, and i promise I'll see you soon, but dont forget to live, i refuse to take your life if it wasn't worth living."

She stepped back, and long, wispy wings sprouted from her back. They were nearly translucent, and they had a blue tinge to them.

"Are you a fairy? I assumed youbwere an angel."

"In a way, yes, i am, a Fae of death, but we are often called fallen angels."

"When will i see you again?"

"Im not sure, Si, but I'll always be with you when you fall asleep, i promise. "

And so she was gone.

[shroomje]

It's not an early criminal minds episode if Derek doesn't say something to the unsub when he's arresting him

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 32

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Oystein had woken up early the next morning and sat against the headboard watching Y/n sleep. She had already cleaned the smudged paint from her face so she wouldn't stain the pillow but he hadn't bothered. When she woke up and caught him staring she smiled at him.

She got out of bed, completely naked and walked into his bathroom before returning with a wash cloth and what looked like some sort of makeup remover. She started cleaning his face carefully and noticed what he was holding in his hand.

"You miss him." She looked at a picture of him and Pelle that she hadn't seen before that he must have kept in his nightstand. The way she said it was more of a fact and not a question.

"I miss how things used to be...before it all went to shit." He said simply.

"Everything isn't shit Oystein." Y/n sighed softly.

"I just feel like I'm losing control of all the things in my life." He confessed and she leaned forward kissing his forehead.

"I think we're doing pretty well. That's a plus." She reminded.

"You're the only thing that's going right and that scares the shit out of me. I'm just waiting for you to realize you're saddling yourself with a fucking failure." Oystein tossed the picture on the nightstand and Y/n shook her head.

"Hey I'm not going anywhere okay? You've got to stop thinking I am just because everything else is kind of shit right now. Whatever you want to do, I'm with you." She reassures him tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He looked at her a bit concerned.

"Y/n I don't know if you've noticed but I'm a fucking trainwreck. My band is on hiatus, Varg wants me dead and I've got a meeting with the landlord about Helvete which probably means I'm going to lose it. It's fucking hopeless." Oystein complain and Y/n could see he was really going through it. She got up once again and grabbed her bag from the couch before plopping down in front of him once again, rummaging through her stuff.

"What are you looking for?" He asked confused but she pulled out what he thought was a makeup compact. Inside was a folded up piece of paper.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked him with a smile. He nodded. She opened it up and he saw the scribble of the Mayhem symbol on the back of it.

"Is that-"

"The comment you left in the suggestion box? Yes." She smirked proudly.

"You carry it around?" He asked surprised.

"Of course I do. It's the only one I've ever gotten and its from you." She laughed.

"It's also the moment I knew I was falling for you." She blushed making him smile.

"Yeah? I don't even remember what I put on it if we're being honest." He admitted. She turned it around and handed it to him.

"Food is great, service is the amazing. Y/n, every thing you touch turns to fucking gold. All I want in the world is to be touched by you." She had memorized it and Oystein covered his face.

"Fuck that's cringey as shit." He was embarassed but she pulled his hands away from his face.

"Yeah it absolutely was but it was a very sweet thing to put in a comment box where anyone could have seen it. You let yourself be cringey and vulnerable just to tell me that I was special." She kissed his hands and he let out a sigh.

"Everything I touch is gold right?" She gripped the side of his face and kissed him softly. She could feel the tension in his body release as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her into his lap. He leaned his forehead against her head and she could feel him shaking slightly.

"So much has happened since Pelle killed himself...with burning down the churches, Varg talking to the media...Faust...he killed a guy in a park." He felt Y/n tense. He looked up into her eyes and saw shock and fear.

"No matter what I do, I'm trapped in all of this mess. I might not have created it all by myself but the last thing I want is for it to bleed out on you. They could come for me one day, Varg or the police, I can't let you get hurt in this." Oystein pressed. Y/n stroked his face carefully.

"Listen to me okay? I know you're scared. I'm scared too but the only thing I know is that when I'm with you, I feel like I can be whoever I want to be, do whatever I want to do. You give me the courage to try new things and be exactly who I want to be. You make me unafraid because I know I'll have you even if this all goes to hell." Y/n lifts his chin up and he nods at her.

"That has nothing to do with me. You were tough when we met." He gave her a soft smile and she placed her hand on his heart.

"Well then trust me when I say I've got you baby." She presses.

"And if they come at us with pitchforks?" He joked but Y/n leaned over towards her bag again and pulled out a handful of things.

"Mace, knife, taser..." She showed him what she was carrying. His eyes went wide when she hit the button on the taser.

"Fuck, you just carry that shit around with you?" He asked surprised.

"I didn't used to. I started when Varg started threatening me." She explained seeing Oystein's eyes shift.

"We aren't going out without a fight baby." Oystein knew he was the one that should traditionally be the strength in a relationship but nothing about them was traditional. He liked that he could trust in Y/n's ability to take care of herself. He liked that she could say things to him and put his mind at ease despite the shit show he found himself in on the daily.

"Can I ask you something?" Oystein finally spoke after a few moments of silence between them .

"Anything." She responds.

"Would you consider moving in with me?" He was trying to be careful with his tone so she didn't feel pressured but she held a confused smile.

"What? Why do you want me to-" She couldn't even get it out.

"You make everything better. Waking up to you, eating dinner with you, fuck- hanging out on the couch is just...I want you here all the time. I want to leave the shop knowing I'm coming home to you." Oystein explained and she cupped his cheek.

"Yeah? You like coming home to me?" She smirked.

"I do. I like coming home and seeing you walking around in your panties and one of my shirts." He pushes Y/n onto her back and lays her down.

"I like wrapping my arms around you while you cook something and getting to run my hands down your thighs." She closed her eyes as he ran his fingertips down her neck, over her tits all the way to her thighs.

"I like knowing that at any point, I can lay you on the bed and fuck you whenever I want to." He let his hand grip her throat and she bit her lip.

"This place isn't my home, you are." He leaned down and licked her bottom lip before kissing her roughly. She tried to catch her breath but his hand squeezed lightly before finally letting go and pulling back to look down at her.

"I would love to move in with you." She smiled up at him with red swollen lips that he was just practically chewing on.

"Yeah?" He asked surprised. She let out a laugh and put her hand on his as it rested on her breast.

"Yeah." She liked the idea that they could truly start something fresh with one another. Oystein had so much talent and always kept his mind open to new ideas. She wanted to start a new chapter with him.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 30

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Oystein got home and could tell something with Y/n was off. He had heard bits and pieces from Hellhammer but Y/n was adamant that she didn't want him to do anything about it. He knew Y/n wasn't afraid of him but he knew Varg was a violent person with a short temper. The last thing he wanted was for her to set him off by showing no fear. He thrived on shit like that.

He had called Varg and asked him to meet with him to discuss the album and when he caught sight of him, he tossed the copy of Kerrang on the table in front of him.

"You know this is bullshit right?" Varg sat down clearly pissed.

"What are you talking about? You're on the fucking cover? What else could you ask for?" Oystein asked confused.

"Your name is all over the thing. You didn't want any of this going to the press, I took it there and it's just another thing you get to take credit for like you're the brains of this whole thing." Varg's disdain for Oystein had grown so much in such a short time, he knew that whatever he said would only make things more hostile.

"Look, I didn't ask you here to argue about pointless things. I wanted to-"

"I'm going to release my own music on my own label." Varg cut him off.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Oystein asked.

"It means I don't need you anymore. You'll have to find some other idiot to steal from." Varg pressed. Oystein shook his head at him.

"I haven't stolen anything from you Varg." Varg started ranting about the money that was used to make Mayhem's album and Oystein pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He knew the money panned out in the end with having Varg join the band but it was pointless to try and sort things out at this point.

"You know what? I think that's a great idea. I think you should release your music on your own label, you want to quit Mayhem, that's fine. We can finish the album on our own and even kick you out some of the profit from what you've already put into." Oystein folded his hands in front of him and Varg shook his head.

"You're such a sellout." Varg chuckled.

"What else do you want from me man? You're getting everything you want-"

"I want for people to know that you are a poser. I want people to know that the so called creator of pure Norwegian Black Metal betrayed it with his bullshit lies and deceit." Varg's words were harsh but Oystein knew he didn't care what Varg thought of him.

"I want your whole world to burn to the ground and people to see you for who you truly are. A weak, pathetic hack who profited off the death of his friend and is run around by the cock on a leash by some Itzig." Varg spoke with such disgust about him but it wasn't until he mentioned Pelle and Y/n that he felt himself grinding his teeth and clenching his fists.

"I know what you said to her and that's the end of it. You want to come after me, tell people I'm some piece of shit poser, go ahead. But you approach Y/n again, you so much as breathe on her and I'll kill you myself." Oystein spoke softly so the people around them couldn't hear but Varg laughed.

"Just because you boasted like you puppeteered your little buddy Pelle into blowing his brains out, doesn't mean you've got even an ounce of killer in you, Oystein." He mocked. It was becoming increasingly hard to maintain his emotions.

"You want to see the killer in me, keep it up. There's only one thing in this world that I would kill for and that's Y/n. I will do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means sitting in a cell next to you for arson. You can believe that above everything that's ever come out of my mouth." He held Varg's gaze and he knew that Oystein was serious. He didn't fear him but he knew that he had the capability to end his career before it even started if he ended up in prison for the church fires.

"Well I hope you're also willing to die for her as much as you say you would kill for her." Varg pushed away from the table and left the magazine and the necklace he had given him when he first joined the band sitting on the table. Oystein watched him leave with his hood up, making sure no one saw his face and he sighed. He felt a little bit of the weight lift off of his shoulders. He felt like he had just broken up with someone but that someone hated his guts and wished nothing but the worst for him.

Oystein pulled his wallet out and looked at the picture he had put in there of himself, Pelle and Y/n the first night he wore the corpse paint. He felt a pang in his heart for those times. Everything seemed so much easier then. He wished he could go back and change things. He felt himself getting emotional and jumped up from the table, grabbing the magazine and necklace and trashing them on his way out of the restaurant.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 31

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Oystein had gone through some of the old material him and Dead had worked on prior to his death. Just playing it on the guitar made him feel a deeper connection to the place he used to be with his music. He started writing different things down on a piece of paper when he noticed the picture of them with their corpse paint on sitting in the bottom of a box. He picked it up and heard the sounds of the paint rolling around in the box and started applying his corpse paint.

He remember the first day that Pelle had sat him down and explained what the paint was for. The feeling he wanted to give people with their music. He missed the feeling of just playing music with his friend. He missed shocking people with how crazy they could be. Now things felt so tangled in bullshit that he couldn't enjoy it anymore. He stared at the photo and started doing the corpse paint out of routine. It never looked as sharp or clean when he did it.

When he finished he got lost in his head thinking about all the things he wished he could go back and fix, getting Pelle some real help being one of those things. Never interacting with Varg being another. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the front door open.

"Oystein? Are you home? I have groceries." Y/n called out as she slid things across the floor with her foot while holding bags in her arms. He didn't know what to do. He started to panic knowing he couldn't take the paint off that quickly and if Y/n saw him she would probably be confused as hell.

"Baby?" She called out again and he sighed knowing he didn't have any other options. He opened the bathroom door and came out to see her standing there out of breath from carrying things. He doesn't say anything and she doesn't need him to.

"Hey... come here." She walks over and takes his hands to lead him to the bed. He sits down silently next to her and she tucks his hair behind his ear. She knew how hard things had been for him recently and just looking at his eyes, she knew he was wrecked.

"I know you don't like when I put this on." Oystein said looking at his hands and Y/n shook her head.

"Hey, I never said that. I love your corpse paint." Y/n pressed.

"But you don't love me as Euronymous. That part of me is a bad person-" Y/n gripped his face and shut him up with a kiss. She didn't care that it was smudge his paint or that it would get on her face. He needed to know that she loved him right now. She got up from the bed and straddled his lap, feeling his hands run under her shirt to touch her skin. She pulled at the strings of the cape and started pulling at his clothes. When he was sitting on his bed completely naked with Y/n on top of him, he pulled away. He looked at her, his corpse paint smeared all over her face from making out.

"You don't have to do this." He wanted her to know that he understood why she didn't like the person he was when he was wearing this paint. She pulled her shirt over her head, still in his lap, breasts now exposed in his face.

"I know I don't but right now, I need you to know that I love every part of you. The man I love is right here." She put her hand on his heart.

"I love you Oystein. I also love the artist in you that goes by Euronymous and if I have to fuck his brains out for him to know that, I will do it." Y/n said making him groan. He lifted her up from his lap and yanked her shorts off with her panties pushing her back on the bed and yanking her hips towards him. When he pushed his cock into her, she let out a moan and buried her face into the mattress. He pounded into her from behind, the sound of skin slapping against each other as he fucked her roughly made his stomach burn with lust.

"Oh fuck! Euro." He heard her moan his name and he reached down to yank on her hair pulling her against his chest.

"I want to hear you scream my name when I fuck you." He bit hard onto her shoulder and she cried out.

"FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME UNTIL i CAN'T STAND EURONYMOUS!" Y/n's pleas were answered as she wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, one of his hands on her clit, the other across her chest to pinch her nipple as he fucked into her. They had never fucked like this before. It was different but it felt amazing.

He could feel himself about to cum and shoved her back onto the bed. She flipped over and watched him stroke himself roughly but when she crawled towards him, he yanked her by her hair to throat his cock. She took him all the way in, gagging and spitting all over his thighs as he fucked into her throat, cumming hard and loud feeling her swallowing every bit of his cum.

He twitched in her mouth for a few moments before she pulled off of him and pulled him to lay on the bed next to her. She lit a cigarette and handed it to him as they cuddled into one another. He looked at her face and rubbed at some of the paint and spit.

"Doesn't look so bad on you." Oystein grabbed a tissue and she took it from him with a smirk.

"I think Pelle would probably disagree." She joked using her spit to try and wipe some of his paint away. Oystein laughed thinking about what he would say if he knew they were fucking in the corpse paint.

"He would probably make a joke about us being necrophiliacs." Oystein shook his head hearing Y/n laugh.

"Maybe for your birthday I'll suck you off in full corpse paint." She teased.

"Mmm I like the sound of that." He smirked as he ran his fingers over the smears of paint along her breast. He could see small bruises forming on her hip and his teeth mark on her shoulder.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked rubbing her bruised hip.

"It was a good pain. I liked it." She blushed resting her hand ontop of his. She leaned across the pillows and kept working to rid his face of the smeared paint as he sighed.

"You look exhausted baby." She comments making him snort a laugh.

"Well fucking kind of takes it out of me." He jokes but she shakes her head.

"I know it does but your eyes look tired. You look rundown like you aren't sleeping well." She tossed the used tissue and started on a fresh one.

"I haven't been sleeping well on the nights you aren't here. The nightmares get worse and when I wake up and you aren't here, I just sort of panic. I usually just stay up and start writing." He explained taking another drag from his cigarette. She frowned at him and stopped wiping his face.

"You can always call the house Oystein. You know that." She reminds.

"I know I just...need to figure out how to deal with this shit." Oystein looked over at him.

"But you're going to stay tonight right?" He asked trying not to sound desperate.

"Did you want me to stay?" She asked stroking his hair.

"I always want you to stay." He drew circles on her thigh and she leaned down to kiss him sweetly.

"Then I will stay." She rested her chin on his chest and he let out a breath and smiled at her. He moved so that he was hovering above her and she was able to lay on her back. He was already semi-hard again and ran his fingertips up and down her thigh. She gave him a sleepy smile as she lifted her hand to his cheek and rubbed her thumb over the skin.

Oystein gripped his cock and ran it over her clit a few times making her jump at the sensation. She chewed on her lip as he teased her before gently sliding into her wet folds again.

"You're ready for another round?" She questioned but he shook his head no.

"We just fucked...I want to make love to you now, is that okay?" He asked pulling out slowly but she reached down to stroke him.

"Yes baby that's fine." She pulled him back inside of her and he moved his hips slowly, kissing her neck and peppering light ones over the teeth print on her shoulder. Her soft moans reminded him to keep the pace slow and thrusts shallow. He loved that he could have both with Y/n. He could have wild fucks and soft lovemaking and still feel her love. She gripped his bicep and he stared down at her watching her face as she tightened around his cock.

"I love you Oystein. I love you so much baby." She whined throwing her head back into the pillow. He leaned down and suckled her neck as he finally cum inside of her for the second time that night. She wrapped her arms around him and let him rest his weight atop her body, going soft inside of her and falling asleep soon after.

Nightmares couldn't reach him that night. He was far too blissfully exhausted to be haunted.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 29

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

"You didn't have to waste your Saturday. You could have enjoyed sleeping in." Oystein said as he leaned against the wall outside of the studio. She had encouraged him to get back into the things he loves the most which was his music so when he called up the band and said he wanted to record, they were eager to get in the booth with him.

"Sleeping in is no fun if I don't wake you up with a blowjob so I might as well spend it listening to you create music." She smiled making him look over at her.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Oystein said almost emotionless.

"Yeah I know. You're so lucky." Y/n teased before leaning over and kissing him. Hellhammer emerged from the booth and gave Y/n a wave.

"Hey we're ready to record guitar, if you are." He said as Oystein pushed off the wall. Oystein kissed you again before he followed him into the booth. Y/n walked to the vending machines to get food since they hadn't stopped for breakfast. The door opened again and she heard a sound of disgust.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Varg appeared looking annoyed.

"Making latkes, what the fuck do you think I'm doing here?" Y/n matched his energy.

"He's bringing you to recording sessions now? Great, two fucking annoyances to put up with." Varg spat.

"You know, you talk a lot for a guy who was practically handing out hand jobs when you first met Mayhem...don't think I don't remember you." This caught Varg's attention.

"You sat in that chair for like two hours waiting for a moment to try and talk to him and now you look at him like he didn't give you an in." Y/n chuckled.

"An in? I paid for his fucking studio time, I paid for the record, you don't know shit you cunt." Varg stepped closer to her.

"You paid because you wanted a way in and you didn't pay, your mommy did. You're just some leech who wants to take over something you had no hand in creating." Y/n laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know, someone should really put a curb in your mouth. You run your ignorant mouth about things that would get you beaten and strung up someplace else. Perhaps I should remind you of the scum you truly are." She could feel Varg's breath on her face. She wasn't intimated by him in the slightest.

"You light a few churches up and suddenly you think you can throw around threats of violence? You a tough guy now Varg? You're a rich little prick who's mommy and daddy paid to get you out of their hair." Varg slammed his chest into Y/n and she hit the wall hard.

"Shut your whore mouth. You keep talking and I might just take that little bitch boyfriend of yours off his pedestal. He would make a real nice bitch in prison for arson." Varg gritted through his teeth. Y/n wasn't scared of Varg. The things he said to her didn't bother her until he brought up Oystein.

"You don't even know him. You suck dick of a guy who pretends to be something he's not. How pathetic are you?" Varg chuckled.

"I guess it would take a poser to spot a poser." Y/n was prepared as he stalked back towards her but Hellhammer opened the door and he halted in place.

"We're ready..." Hellhammer looked between you two and Varg stormed past him, knocking him out of the way.

"You okay?" Hellhammer looked her over and she gave him a nod.

"You can go in the studio if you want to wait with us. You don't have to sit out here." He offered kindly and Y/n smiled.

"I appreciate the offer but could you actually do me a favor? Can you tell Oy-" She stopped herself.

"Can you tell Euronymous that I'm going to head home?" She used his stage name, knowing the Hellhammer didn't mind if she used his real name but it felt silly when she only ever called Hellhammer....Hellhammer.

"Are you sure? Did Varg...did he do something to you?" He extended a hand out touching her arm and she shook her head.

"I don't want to cause any issues. He hates me but he also hates Euro so I think the both of us together might ignite a war and I want you guys to get some actual recording done." She tried to play it off.

"Fuck him. He's an asshole. Don't you ever think you don't have a place here with us. It's what Pelle would have wanted." She had never heard him talk about Pelle. She didn't think they were particularly close but she knew that being in a band together, living with one another, you had to have some kind of closeness.

She reached out and kissed Hellhammer on the cheek.

"Thank you, really. I'm okay. Take these snacks, fuel up and make some black metal music. I'd say kiss my boyfriend for me too but-"

"I gotta draw the line somewhere." He laughed. Hellhammer took the snacks and walked back into the studio with the others and Y/n watched Oystein from the door as he played. She smiled seeing how lost in the chords he was playing. Music was a real passion for him and she wanted him to keep playing. She hated that someone who loathed him so much tainted the band he loved so much.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 28

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

It was dark and he was standing in the middle of the woods. He couldn't feel anything. The trees moved with the wind but he couldn't feel the breeze. He caught glimpses of long blonde hair cutting through the trees and he felt his heart skip. It was Pelle. He picked his feet up to follow the streaks of blonde through the dark trees. He tried to call out to him but couldn't find his voice. The deeper he walked into the woods, the more lost he became. He spotted Pelle again. He reached out to touch his shoulder and when he spun around half his skull is gone, blonde hair drenched in blood. Oystein stumbled back and was startled by a sudden wave of heat. He could hear screams and see flames. He ran towards the fire and saw his parents and little sister trapped in the burning house. He tried to run towards the house but his legs started to sink into the dirt like quicksand. He heard laughter as he cried out to his burning family and it was Varg, pissing on the burning house and laughing at him. Oystein felt it getting harder and harder to catch his breath.

"Relax man...it's just sacrifices to the cause." Faust smirked, blood dripping from his teeth as he wields a large hunting knife. Y/n is crying at his feet as Varg walks over, taking the hunting knife and runs it across her abdomen, her entrails spilling out into her hands. He grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back, exposing her throat to him as he slices through her neck, blood spraying across Oystein's face.

Oystein jumped with a start, reaching for his face and wiping it.

"Hey hey, it's okay. You're okay babe. Just breathe." Y/n was sitting next to him, running her hand down his bare chest and moving his hair from his face. She looks him over with concern.

"Were you having a nightmare? You were making a lot of noise but I was too afraid to wake you." Y/n could feel how hard his heart was beating and his hands were shaking as he covered his face.

"Oystein...what happened? What did you dream baby?" She stroked his hair and he shook his head, reaching over to grab a cigarette and lighting it up.

"I honestly don't even want to rehash it. It was just..really vivid and fucked up." He explained seeing how shaken he was pressing his lips to the cigarette.

"You know none of it's real. You're safe here with me. Everything is okay." She tried to reassure him but he nodded.

"For how long? I mean with the way things are going right now, Varg could go to the press, turn us all in and I'll be sent off in handcuffs as some satanist who likes to eat brains." Oystein was upset. Y/n could tell whatever his dream was about, it had rocked him.

"How about you finish that and then we'll get you cleaned up?" Oystein wasn't sure what she had in mind but he watched her get out of bed and walk into his bathroom. She started up the shower and came to the door naked pull him towards the bathroom. He was still naked from the night before and followed her into the shower letting the hot water wash over him.

He could feel her hands run over his chest, his ribs, she grazed his semi hard cock but knew this wasn't about getting off. It was about comfort. She massaged shampoo into his head and let her fingers work through the migraine he was starting to get. He groaned into her touch and when she rinsed his hair, he wrapped his arms around her tightly. She relaxed her body against his and ran her fingertips up and down his back. The shower was relaxing and Oystein could feel the weight that he was left with from his nightmare washing down the drain.

"I love you Oystein. Everything is going to be okay." Y/n kissed his chest and looked up at him. He leaned his forehead down and rested his forehead against her own. He never thought he would be with someone who made him feel like everything was really going to be okay.

They got out of the shower and Oystein threw on sweatpants and let Y/n towel his hair dry.

"Can I ask you something?" He spoke from beneath the towel. She stopped rubbing his head and looked at him.

"What would it take for you to leave me? I mean of all the terrible shit I've done, what would be the deal breaker for you to call it quits?" He asked making her furrow her brow.

"Well I guess cheating would be up there. I don't share well so I'd absolutely not give you a second chance after that. Murder would also be pretty heavy. I couldn't be with anyone who would take another life. Hard drugs and alcoholism are up there too. Putting hands on me in an aggressive manner that I don't specifically ask for would be a deal breaker." The more she listed, the more Oystein made a mental note of things to avoid. He knew he wouldn't cheat or put hands on her. He knew his drinking isn't too bad and he doesn't use hard drugs. I absolutely hasn't murdered anyone so that's an easy one.

"I was involved in the church burnings...with Varg and Faust. I know you probably guessed that but I had to tell you. I don't want anymore secrets between us." Oystein explained making Y/n sit down on the bed next to him. She nodded like she knew already and that gave him some sort of odd relief.

"When Pelle killed himself, I freaked out. I didn't know what to do. I just...I sat there with him and cried for what felt like forever. I found his note...I just...I felt like I fucked up. I felt like I let him down and the only thing I could do was push his death to something extreme so no one would ever forget his name." Oystein started getting upset and Y/n took his hands into her own.

"I didn't keep pieces of his skull, I didn't eat his brains...I just wanted to cement his name into black metal because he deserved to be remembered. He was my friend...he was fucked up but he helped me become the person I am." Y/n wiped the tears from under his eyes.

"None of these nightmares are new. I've been dreaming about Pelle since I found him. The only thing that's different now is that more of the people I love are dying in them and I don't know how to stop them." Oystein let Y/n take his head and put it on her shoulder.

"Listen to me Oystein, you've made mistakes but you are not a horrible human being. You have a heart and a soul and you recognize the error of your ways. You are a talented and brilliant artist. You have a family that loves you, a band that respects you and a girlfriend who is so in love with you, she would take a bullet for you." Y/n held him tightly.

"You are not in this alone anymore. You've got me and I'm not going anywhere, no matter how bad it gets. You have me." He lifted his head from her shoulder and kissed her. She sighed into the kiss and laid him back on the bed to hold him. Oystein knew he needed a fresh start. He got one with Y/n and now he needed one for the rest of his life. He just didn't know how he was going to go about it.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 33

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Y/n called the shop six times without anyone answering the phone. That was unusal so she decided to break the rules and go down there to check on Oystein. As she entered the shop, Faust was coming out and handed her the keys.

"He's downstairs..." He left without saying anything else so she walked in and locked the door behind herself just to prevent any unwelcome visitors. The place was a wreck. There were boxes everywhere and trash all over the floor. She walked over it and down the steps to find Oystein sitting with his head in his hands.

When he looked up, he looked defeated.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Oystein asked confused at her presence. She walked over and sat across from him.

"No one was picking the phone up. I was worried about you." She gave his knee a squeeze and he nodded.

"Sorry, it's been...hectic." He let out a sigh. Y/n frowned at him.

"What's going on baby?" Y/n asked concerned. He held up a piece of paper and she took it.

"We got shut down. We have until Friday morning to clear out of the space." He pinched the bridge of his nose as she read through the eviction notice. They were citing violence in the neighborhood and Helvete was no more.

"We can find another space with better foot traffic, away from residentials." Y/n shook her head trying to assure him this wasn't the end of the world.

"Varg sent a letter retracting his recordings for the new album which means we have nothing tracked and are back to square one." He tossed another piece of paper on the table with disgust.

"He's not the only guy around who can play-" Before Y/n can even finish her thought, Oystein interrupts.

"He's also telling everyone that he wants to kill me so there's that. You honestly shouldn't even be here on the chance he actually decides to do a two for one hit." Oystein gritted his teeth pushing up from his seat and looking what was left of the Black Circle.

"I should just let him." He growled out before tearing things off the wall, kicking over old burnt out candles and tear posters and flags down. Y/n stepped out of his way and let him get his aggression out before he cut his hand on one of those stupid swords they had propped in a corner. He cursed aloud and shook his bloody hand out before Y/n reached out to take his hand and see how bad it was.

"It's fine." He brushed her off but she persisted.

"It's not fine, let me see-"

"IT'S ABOUT AS FUCKED AS THE REST OF MY LIFE OKAY?! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? PUT A FUCKING BANDAID ON IT?! MAKE IT ALL BETTER?!" Oystein shouted at Y/n and she steeled herself. She let him finish his tantrum before nodded her head.

"I came here because I was worried about you, not to eat shit." Y/n reminded but he shook his head.

"Yeah well you know where the door is." He gestured and she didn't hesitate to walk towards it. Oystein lasted about 2.5 seconds before he chased after her.

"Wait wait wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to take it out on you. None of this...none of it is your fault." He wrapped his arms around her and she turned around in his arms to look at him.

"Don't go." Oystein's tone had changed drastically. Y/n took his cut hand and sat him back down in the black circle so she could get a first aid kit. She made him keep one in his office after Faust accidentally stabbed himself in the leg while opening boxes. She sat down opposite him and started cleaning the wound.

"I know this shit is awful. I know you work really hard at putting a record together and trying to keep this place from being tanked by the neighbors complaints but sometimes everything goes up in flames and you have to start over." Y/n explained watching him wince.

"What if I start again and Varg decides to turn us all in for the church fires? What's the point of even trying to see a bright side of this?" Oystein asked through gritted teeth.

"Then we fight like hell to get you out of that mess. We can't just sit around and wait for Varg to strike again. Fuck him. Let him start his own fucking label. He's a fanboy who thinks he's got the blueprint but we both know what kind of bitch baby he is. He'll never be half of the man you are, let alone half the talent." Y/n wasn't looking at Oystein so when she did meet his gaze, he was staring at her with a smile.

"What?" She asked confused.

"If I wasn't a musician, if I didn't have any of this...you would still be here." Oystein said and Y/n laughed.

"Was that a question?" She asked and he nodded his head leaning towards her.

"No...I just...If I decided to give all this up, cut my hair off and go into finance or some shit, you would still love me...it's just, wild." Y/n put her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his.

"Of course I would still love you. I loved you before you started dying your hair and terrorizing your neighbors. I would be sad to see you give up your passion though. I know how much the music means to you." She took his bandaged hand in her hands and he shakes his head.

"As long as I have you, I think I'd be okay." He admits.

"How about instead of giving up everything, we start creating new dreams. The album being the number one priority. We do a huge search to replace Christian and once the album is done, we look into new real estate for Helvete to start over? You've got to focus on what you love Oystein." Oystein kissed her softly and she groaned against his lips.

"I love you so fucking much. Thank you for believing in me." She smiled back at him.

"I'll box things upstairs but I'm not cleaning up this disgusting wannabe Nazi circle jerk bomb shelter." She patted his knee and he chuckled.

"Sounds good." The two of them boxed up what was left of the record shop into a box truck, loaded leftovers in both of their cars and took one last look at it.

"We're gonna find it a new home. Hell is wherever you want it to be." Y/n teased with her arm around Oystein's waist. He smirked and shook his head. Letting go of Helvete was hard but having Y/n made it a lot more bearable knowing that whatever was to happen in the future, she would be right there with him.