#the first gif was a nightmare to color and i gave up trying to make it look nice

[pearlcaddy]

lucy carlyle + the angry biscuit bite™

[perlelune]

Sippy Cup | Coriolanus Snow

The war never left you, so you find a way to cope. One where you never lost your childhood. One where the world is still pure and safe. And Coriolanus can't resist that innocence.

Warnings: NON-CON, Dd/lg, Little!Reader, Innocence Kink, Mentions of war, PTSD, Manipulation, Age Regression, Capitol!Reader

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

The first time Coriolanus catches you and Tigris playing Tea Party, you expect to find disdain in his eyes, mockery perhaps. Instead, another emotion blooms in the blond’s cerulean gaze. Curiosity.

It happens on a sweltering Tuesday afternoon, the sizzling summer rays spilling through the half-drawn lace curtains of your bedroom. As usual, you and Tigris are sitting across from each other with Teddy occupying the third seat between the two of you. He is being his sassy self, of course, complaining about the sitting arrangement and wanting more tea cakes on his plate. You scold him, reminding him what happened the last time he went on a sugar high. Teddy’s eyes are much bigger than his stomach.

Nervousness slithered through you when you confessed your secret to Tigris. You didn’t want to, initially. You missed several days of class at the Capitol University in a row and your best friend grew concerned enough to show up at your house unannounced. She found you right here, playing with your dolls and chatting with your bear.

You explained to her that the pressure to be big is too much sometimes, that instead of shaking and crying on the floor of the girls’ bathroom, you come here. Once you enter your bedroom, every single woe vanishes. Your head is empty and your heart is full. You’re a carefree, happy little girl once more.

To your surprise, there isn’t a shred of judgment in Tigris’ eyes when you tell her. She never utters a single bad word about the neat rows of dolls and plushies adorning your shelves, your soft pink walls, your frilly dresses or the ribbons in your hair. When you reveal your little secret to her, what you did to ward off the nightmares, she simply listens, hands on her chest as her blue eyes fill with tears. You tell her the pink helps erase the red. The same red that splattered across the pavement when your parents and brother’s bodies hit the ground during the First Rebellion. You were still holding your brother’s hand when he fell. You held it even as his palm grew cold and stiff against yours. If it weren’t for the Snow cousins prying your weeping form off his that day, you might have stayed there and met the same fate.

Tigris gave you the warmest hug. Then she asked if she could play with you, if that’d cheer you up. You were ecstatic. Since that day, Tigris would play dolls with you, attend your tea parties and even fill out your coloring books with you sometimes. You never have to pretend with Tigris. Don’t have to pretend to be a big girl. Or speak long, complicated words. Or care about big, important things. You can just be a princess in her pink castle.

It’s why ice scatters in your veins when Coriolanus watches you and Tigris from the ajar door. 

“You weren’t coming home, so I came to check on you,” he mumbles as he takes in the scene before him. Your face heats beneath Coriolanus’ wide-eyed stare.

Alarm flickers over Tigris’ face.

“You need to learn to knock, Coryo,” she chides. She whispers a gentle apology to you before getting to her feet. She nudges Coriolanus outside of your bedroom and they head to the bottom of the stairs.

Eavesdropping is bad; you know it. Good little girls don’t peep or listen through the door. But you can’t help it. Heart in your throat, you try to hear the whispered conversation between Tigris and her cousin. You only catch snippets. Your best friend’s voice is a little harsher than you’re used to, like she’s a bit upset.

Don’t you dare make fun of her.

She needs this, Coryo.

Stark blue eyes lock with yours from afar. Your heart slams against your ribcage. You hastily shove the door closed, rushing back to your pink wooden chair.

You pick up Teddy and cradle him against your chest. “Coryo is our friend,” you remind him. “He wouldn’t make fun of us.” Teddy is uncharacteristically quiet. You feel tears rush to your eyes, your bear’s doubts starting to creep into you.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

The deep voice rolling over you yanks you from your thoughts. Your head whips up. Coriolanus’ hunkering at your side, his head tilted in inquiry. You glance past his shoulder. Tigris is standing behind her cousin with her arms folded, her wary gaze glued to his form. 

“Join us?” you repeat, dazed by his question. 

The corners of the blond’s lips lift. 

“Yes, it’s a tea party, isn’t it?”

Your gaze bulges. You never expected to hear such words spilling from Coryo’s mouth. He’s always so serious, so very serious, having no time for games. He’s been like that for as long as you can remember.

You wipe your tears and sniffle. 

A little defensive, you clutch fistfuls of your pink dress.

“Tea parties aren’t for boys. They’re for princesses,” you state curtly.

Coriolanus’ expression softens as he considers you.

“Then I could be a knight, from a visiting kingdom.” You purse your lips, brows knitting. The blond’s warm breath caresses your ear as he bends over you, “Knights protect princesses.”

You mull it over. It’d be nice to have someone watch over you and Teddy, make sure no rebels storm your castle walls, paint your heart-covered walls red. You pluck your teddy bear from his stool and question him.

“What do you think, Teddy?” A very serious conversation silently occurs between you and your plushie. After a few minutes, you hum and nod, agreeing with him. Your eyes rise to meet Coryo’s. “Teddy says he’s okay with it.”

A bright smile unfurls on Coriolanus’ handsome face.

“That’s wonderful, princess.”

Over time, Coriolanus’ visits grow more frequent. He even gets into the habit of bringing you gifts, like new plushies and sugary treats. Despite your reluctance to include him because he’s a boy and boys can be mean and smelly, the time you spend with him is always a highlight in your day. Coryo is never smelly; he smells like the flowers in the Grandma’am’s garden and fresh pine. And he’s not mean. He never fails to be sweet to you, bowing to you and kissing your hand like a knight would, and always embracing every one of your games.

He becomes a fixture in your weekly tea parties, often accompanying Tigris or showing up when she’s too busy at the workshop to make it. 

Somehow he always finds time for you, even if you know he’s so busy with important, grown-up things. You’re delighted. While playing alone is fun, your imagination knowing no bounds, it’s always better with a friend.

Today is one of these days. It’s just you and Coryo hanging out in your bedroom. He spends most of the evening handing you crayons while you color in the new picture book he got you, a comfortable silence swaddling the both of you. Coryo appears content just observing you, a peaceful smile hovering on his lips. The book is full of beautiful drawings of birds and landscapes. You never had one this nice so you were beyond thrilled to start coloring it.

When the sky gets darker outside your window, you sit up. You turn to Coryo.

“It’s getting late. I guess it’s time for the tea party to end. It was lovely of you to visit us, Sir Coriolanus and we hope-”

“Tigris said you were having nightmares,” he interrupts.

You go still, the crayons between your fingers clattering to the floor.

“That was a secret,” you mutter, your chest clenching. Why would Tigris tell him that? She’s your best friend. She should keep all your secrets forever. As you simmer in disappointment, Coryo places his fingers under your chin and lifts it. Your tearful gaze meets his.

“You can trust me too, princess,” he assures softly.

As you drown in his gaze, you get lost in a memory. Suddenly all the pink in your room is gone. Unmoving bodies. Gaping mouths. Hollow eyes. 

Bright red ribbons flowing from their mouths. Crimson confetti popping from their bellies. 

Everything in your vision becomes red.

You curl against the edge of the bed and close your eyes.

Hands on the side of your head, you take a deep breath. You slowly open your eyes again. You focus on the plushies sitting on your shelves until the somber clouds over your thoughts turn into cotton candy again.

You coax a shaky smile onto your lips. 

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just play?”

He chuckles.

“It’s too late for games, princess. Isn’t it your bedtime by now?”

“Then I guess you should go, Coryo,” you say, resting your chin against your knees.

Coriolanus pauses, studying you for a while.

His next words are barely above a whisper.

“Or I could stay.” His large hand drapes over yours, covering your knees. “I could sleep in your bed with you.”

Shocked that he’d even suggest such a thing, you gasp.

“Boys and girls don’t sleep in the same bed,” you mumble.

He cocks his head, amusement swimming in his blue eyes.

“But I’m not a boy. I’m your knight, remember?”

Happiness flows through you with this reminder.

“Yes, you are,” you chime.

His fingers slowly drag over your joined knees.

“Actually…I could be more than your knight, princess.” His gaze locks with yours. “I could be your daddy.”

Your forehead creases, confusion mounting inside you.

“My daddy?”

His lips twist in an uneven smile.

“Yes…daddies protect their little girls. Just like knights.” His fingers drift down to your ankle, the warmth of his touch seeping through your thigh high socks. “They don’t let anyone hurt their pretty princesses. And they keep the nightmares and monsters away at night.”

Amazement colors your tone with this knowledge.

“Really?”

“Of course.” He cups your cheek. “I could sleep in the bed with you and keep my little girl safe that way.”

“I could even tell you a bedtime story.”

Your eyes light up. “A bedtime story?” 

He fondles your cheek, his expression softening.

“Of course, anything for my sweet little girl.”

You climb into bed, your entire body shaking in anticipation. Coryo removes his shoes. He picks a book from your shelf and joins you on the bed. He gets under the covers with you and tucks your head against his chest. He opens the book to the first page, his tone patient and clear as he begins to read the tale to you. Your lids sag as you relax against Coryo, his fingers absently stroking the top of your head. You get engrossed in the story of a princess who gets lost on her way home. Lulled by his deep voice, you sink into sleep before the story’s even done.

For the first time in a while, a dreamless slumber welcomes you that night.

When Coryo’s tall frame slips through your door that day, hope twitches inside your chest. 

Tigris promised she’ll come today. She’s canceled on you so much lately and expressed how awful she feels about it, so you have been looking forward to seeing her again.

For some reason, work has been exceptionally busy these last few weeks. And while you understand how important work is to your best friend, you’ve missed her so much.

However as he clicks the door shut and you realize no one’s trailing behind Coriolanus, your shoulders slump.

The faint hope you harbored withers away.

“I thought Tigris was coming today.”

Coriolanus sighs as he inches towards you.

“I know princess…” He plucks your hands from your lap. “But there was an emergency at the dress shop. It’s gonna keep her the whole night.” His lips graze the back of your hand. “I’m sorry, she said it was more important than being here.”

Your mouth flies open.

More important than being here? Coryo’s words drive a dagger through your chest, his sympathetic expression twisting it even more.

You lower your head. Tigris has had a lot of emergencies lately. You hardly spend any time together anymore. Part of you even wonders if maybe she’s sick of playing with you. After all, Tigris is a big girl with many things to do. You know she dreams of becoming a stylist and that’s likely more important than silly little girl games. You swallow the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. 

Coryo cradles your face.

“But daddy’s here to play with you.”

Your voice trembles as you quell a sob. You look at him, warmth flowing through your chest. Your daddy’s right. You have no reason to be sad. After all, he’s with you. Just like he’s held you against him so many times in the last few weeks, reading you stories to help you fall asleep, and cheering you up whenever you felt sad, you can always count on your daddy.

“That’s amazing, daddy.”

His eyes seem to flare with an idea.

“Actually I thought we could play a new game today.”

Curiosity widens your gaze. “A new game?”

Coryo pulls you closer, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“Yes.” He pauses before revealing slowly, “It’s called ‘Mommy and Daddy’, princess.”

“Mommy and daddy?” Your brows squeeze together in confusion. “Tigris and I have never played that before.”

Coryo licks his lips, his gaze running over you.

“It’s a special game between daddies and their little girls,” he explains, his tone lower than before.

“I don’t know it.”

A deep chuckle parts from his lips. You frown, not understanding what’s so funny.

“I know you don’t, sweet girl,” he says. fondling your cheek. A tilted smile blooms on his lips. “It’s okay because Daddy can teach you all about it.”

You feel nothing but complete trust as Coriolanus nudges you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You look up at him, a mix of confusion and curiosity written on your features. He smiles at you, sinking to his knees to remove your shoes. 

You watch him do it, wondering why they need to be off for the game. Your daddy’s palm lingers on the sole of your socked feet, his finger traveling upward, dragging over your ankle. 

His eyes look a little weird now, though you can’t explain in what way. You frown, the air around you growing colder.

Did you forget to close the window?

He crawls over you, pushing you down on the mattress. Coriolanus’ smell surrounds you and your nose twitches. You’re not used to being so close to him. You can make out every detail of his handsome face, trace every one of his long lashes, and distinguish every line on his face.

He scrutinizes your form beneath him, one hand beside our head while the other sweeps under your thigh. 

“What’s going on, daddy?” you ask, your voice trembling. 

“It’s a game that’s easier played on a bed, princess.”

You give a nod of understanding. He strokes the side of your face, pride lacing his tone.

“Such a good girl.”

He bends his head against your shoulder. You hold your breath, a little uncomfortable for a reason you can’t place. Daddy drops a kiss at the base of your neck. Goosebumps spark on your skin. His kisses go lower and lower, his large hands following the same path. 

When his fingers land between your legs, your eyes go wide with confusion.

“D-Daddy, what are you doing?”

A soft gasp leaves you as he begins to rub your cotton panties. 

“There’s a special place where daddies touch mommies,” he whispers. He clutches at your center and the breath dies your throat. Your body gets hotter, your belly tightening as he pinches you in a particular spot. Coriolanus’ fingers go up and down. It both hurts and doesn’t hurt. Twisting and pulsing in a foreign way the more he touches you. Overwhelmed by the feeling spreading all the way to your toes, you cling to his arms for support.

His blue eyes are glued to your squirming frame as he traces circles around that little spot that leaves you feeling strange.

The hand besides your head moves, drifting to unbutton his pants. Your heart skips a beat as a part of your daddy you never saw is revealed to you. It’s big and red at the tip. You tense, heat rushing through you as you look away.

“Look at me, princess,” he instructs, drawing your quivering chin back to him. He presses himself against your little girl parts. Whimpers spill from your mouth as he humps you through your clothes, pinning you underneath his frame.

His hot breath rolls over your face.

“How does it feel?”

“A little weird.” You shake your head, a surge of tears threatening to break free beneath your lashes. “I don’t know if I like this game…”

He frames your chin, squeezing more tightly than usual. “Do you want to make daddy happy, princess?”

“Y-Yes,” you stammer.

His thumb skims over your shuddering mouth.

“This is daddy’s favorite game to play with his princess.”

“Okay…”

Your mood sinks. You’re liking the game less and less the longer it goes on, but you don’t want to disappoint your daddy who held you almost every night to chase away the bad dreams. His daddy thing gets heavier and bigger against your belly while he moves. He grunts, his throat rippling. The sensation is almost too much to bear, your vision swaying as he stimulates your little girl parts.

Daddy’s game is a little strange, you’re starting to think, and it’s making you feel weird things. Weird, tingly things. And it makes the room spin like a carousel. 

You try to close your legs, stop the wave of strange, uncomfortable feelings…But Coriolanus wedges himself between your thighs, forcing your knees apart.

“Daddy…”

His brow twitches. “Shh, let daddy take care of you, princess.” His lips cover yours, smothering all your doubts. You feel bruises form on your mouth and cheek as he kisses you harshly. Lips trailing down to your neck, he pulls your panties down your legs. 

There’s barely time for you to register the cool air hitting your bare center before he’s starting to push himself in. The pain strikes you mute at first. Just the tip of him is so much. Too much. It feels like you will break any second. Coriolanus pants above you, straining to fit as you squeeze around him, fear and pain throbbing through you.

“It’s okay, princess. Daddy’s got you,” he mutters.

When he sinks even further, a broken sob leaves you. A fire burns you from inside, amplifying every time your daddy moves ever-so-slightly.

Tears fill your eyes to the brim. 

“I don’t like this game, daddy. Can we stop playing, please?” 

He wipes your tears with soft kisses. The words pouring into your ear, while uttered sweetly, are firm. “The game’s not over until daddy says it is, princess.”

Your breath falters as he goes all the way inside. He hums deep in his throat, draping himself over your shaking frame. Your head lolls to the side, your eyes wandering to your dolls and stuffed animals. The abrupt urge to poke their eyes out so they don’t have to see any of this blooms inside you. Tears stream down your cheeks as Coriolanus thrusts inside you. His throaty moans mingle with the slapping of skin against skin. The noises your daddy makes get louder every time he slams into you. He spreads your thighs more, pushing deeper. When you tighten around him, your daddy moans, his eyes rolling back. 

“You’re squeezing daddy’s cock so well, princess,” he lauds, knuckles dragging over your temple.

He goes faster, hitting sensitive parts that draw sharp noises of agony from you. Every part of your body is wide awake with pain and discomfort. Numb with a plethora of confusing, terrifying emotions, you don’t move as his hips snap into yours relentlessly. 

The game lasts for hours, it seems. You’re thankful when daddy appears done, his movements getting sloppier as his pace slows.

As his hips stutter, his hand wraps around your jaw. 

“Daddy’s going to come inside you, so you have to say ‘thank you’”

A hoarse sigh leaves him, his lashes fluttering as he empties himself inside you. You shudder.

“Thank you for coming inside me, daddy,” you mechanically repeat. Bile rises in your throat as the excess gathers around your folds, pooling over your once pristine white sheets. 

His sweaty form folds over yours. Another tear slides down your cheek.

“Such a good girl for me.” He buries his head in the crook of your neck and coos, “We’re going to play so many fun games together, princess.”

Your stomach curls with dread at that promise.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Cold as ice

a/n I honestly hope you all will cry the way I cried writing this because now I genuinely need four to five business days to recover. Because never have I actually needed to take a minute to sob in the middle of writing.

summary: what happens when Ellie stumbles upon a memorial that turns out to have both your and Joel's kids names on it. When the past pain is brought back to the daylight even the coldest of hearts finally break.

warning: pain and suffering first and foremost, tissues ain't included. Blood, wounds, shooting, killing, multiple death, loosing your kids.

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Ellie had slipped out of the shower. She hated being separated from you and Joel. So the fact that you walked away from her, leaving her with Maria, didn't sit well with her whatsoever. You had hugged her tightly before leaving, promising to be back as soon as possible and that you three would eat dinner together as you always did.

She had gotten extremely close to you. Yet there was something in Joel's eyes when he watched you hug Ellie that told her that there was more than you two let her know. She was aware that you two had been together long before the outbreak; she assumed you were married from the bent ring that was on your finger. But besides that, she knew nothing. Well, that you could handle Joel's shit the best of anyone Ellie had met.

She had seen and heard Joel mumbling in his sleep. Watched you rub his back with a sad expression on your face. And the same went for you, just when your nightmare hit - they hit you hard. Ellie had been woken up by your screams in the middle of the night. Joel's calm voice tries to make you calm down. She had only once turned to look at all of this unfolding; most of the time she just pretended that she was fast asleep. "Don't let them, Joel", you cried, "Don't", "I'm so sorry", Joel would sway you from side to side. His own eyes glossed over with tears. "Should have let me die instead. I should have died," you choked out, clenching the shirt Joel was wearing. His face looked stone cold as you clawed at him, sobbing.

Ellie never brought those nights up. If she teased Joel for speaking in his sleep, she had never said anything about your nightmares out loud. After nights like that, she would shimmy closer to you. Making sure she would be holding onto your hand more often or just hugging you every moment she could. Ellie couldn't help the feeling inside her that told her that you needed her.

Ellie hurried down the stairs, zipping the pink jacket she despised solely because of its outrageously girly color. Maria had left the note that she was just across the street, and as much as Ellie enjoyed being alone. She needed to kill time before you two came back. Plus, being away from you made her rather uneasy. She knocked on the door a couple of times. Yet no one answered. After more failed attempts, Ellie just let herself in. "Maria," she called out, stepping into the hallway. The house looked nice and was well lived in. Ellie had never seen anything like it. Even the smell seemed homely. She stepped into the living room, where the fire was crackling in the fireplace. Her eyes fell onto the three names written down with white chalk, surrounded by candles. Kevin, Sarah, and Malakai. Ellie couldn't help but frown.

"Ah, good, here you are. Try it on," Maria said, making Ellie jump as she turned away from the bored and took the coat from her hands. "Well, it's super fucking purple," "Eggplant, fits well?", Maria questioned, and Ellie nodded her head. "Who's been cutting your hair?", Ellie gave the woman a crooked look. "Am… world-class salons," she sassed back, making Maria let out somewhat of a chuckle. "I'll go get my sizers," Ellie argued immediately, but Maria stood firm, "Just the ends I promised."

The sound itself made Ellie cringe as she held onto the side of the chair for dear life. She hated this. Hated getting her hair cut. "I saw you looking at the memorial Tommy made", Ellie swallowed hard once Maria spoke up once again. She hoped this wouldn't be brought up, but then again, she was snooping. "I'm sorry about your kids," Ellie choked out, thankful that she didn't have to look her in the eye. Maria's movements stopped. "It's okay and kid. Just Kevin. Sarah and Malakai were Joel's and Y/N's kids", and a cold shiver ran down Ellie's back. Kids. You two had kids and lost both of them. "I'm sorry, shouldn't have said anything", "It's okay, it… It explains Joel's behavior and why Y/N…", but her voice died down. Maria didn't need to know about your nightmares.

"Look, I won't ask you what you are doing with them, especially Joel…" "Good," Ellie bit back. "You need to understand my concerns", Maria walked right in front of her, but Ellie only glared her way, "Be concerned about your husband, who did the same shit, if not worse". Maria let out a surprised sigh, "You have one hell of a mouth," and Ellie quickly stood up, shrugging off the towel that was over her shoulders, "And you are one hell of a sister-in-law if all you can do is throw shit at Joel." The adrenaline rushed through Ellie the moment the words slipped past her lips. She didn't regret them, but at the same time, she knew she shouldn't have. It was, however, too late. So she quickly stormed out of the house.

Her breathing picked up as she ran. Quickly slamming the doors behind herself. "Ellie?", your voice rang through the place, and she almost sank to the floor with relief. Like a lost animal, she darted towards the kitchen, meeting you midway as you stepped out into the hallway. Throwing her arms around your torso as she pressed herself closer to you. You couldn't help but frown as your hands ran through her hair. Confused as to what had happened, "Love, you are worrying me. What's going on?" You tried to loosen Ellie's grip on you, but she just clenched your shirt tighter.

Ellie almost felt like she suddenly couldn't face you. She shouldn't have found out like that. So she quickly stepped back and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. The worry inside you grew even more as you watched her. "Sweet girl, should I go get Joel?", you asked, but Ellie quickly shook her head, only now realizing that this involved him as much as it involved you. "Okay, well, you know you can tell me anything. I can't help if I don't know what happened," you said, softly reaching for Ellie's hand. Just this didn't feel like anything. This felt like the biggest thing ever.

"I'm sorry," Ellie rasped out, "I wasn't… I didn't want to… but they had a memorial," Ellie cried out, and suddenly it all started to make sense. You moved to wrap her up in your arms once again, "No one is blaming you; you were bound to find out eventually." You ran your hands through Ellie's hair once again. With a sigh, you clenched the necklace that hung over your chest. "You want to know the story of me and Joel?", you asked, making Ellie look up at you with mixed emotions. You nodded your head, "Well, let's make tea and sit down somewhere more comfortable." You knew that this was going to be one painful set of memories to unlock. But she deserved it. She was part of the family now.

And what a journey it had been. You met Joel in a supermarket. Where he was frantically looking for baby formula. The baby he was supporting with one hand screamed bloody murder. "Hello," you said cautiously, not wanting to startle him any further. His helpless, tired eyes snapped your way. You could tell that he most definitely hadn't slept in more than a couple of days. If not his eyes telling you that, then his overgrown and unkempt beard did. This male was a mess. "Do you mind if I", you pointed to the bundled-up baby, "You're in distress, and they feel it. Babies are sensitive to emotions", Joel's shoulders sagged; it looked like your words had finally defeated him.

"Just stand here. If you even think about doing something to hurt her…," you looked at him with a knowing smile. Trusting your blood and soul with a stranger was no joke. Especially being a newly baked parent. Plus, fathers were already way more protective. Especially of their girls. You pressed your hand to the heart, "I'll stand right here, just want to help". Joel nodded his head. Dropping down the box of formula he was holding as he moved towards you, lowering the bundle into your hands.

Even with her face all red and screaming her little lungs out, she was so pretty. You gently rocked her in your arms, "It's okay, gorgeous girl. Why are you crying, love bug?", you cooed at her. Fingers carefully ran down her cheek as you wiped away her big tears. "Shhh, sweet girl, you've got your daddy all worried. We don't want that, do we?" The cries slowly died down, and her big, still-damp eyes stared right at you.

Joel felt like someone had sent this as a cruel joke. His wife, the mother of his child, should be doing this, not some stranger in the middle of the supermarket. "Grab the mixture on the second shelf, more to your right", your voice made Joel snap his head in your direction once again. "I assumed you were looking for a formula. So that one should do her good. Won't upset her stomach if she's also breastfed", Joel clenched his jaw at your words. No, Sarah was not. Her mother had vanished. She didn't even know what a mother was or what it would feel like to have one.

You sensed the tension. Slowly stepping closer to the male, one hand resting on his shoulder. "Don't take this as an insult because I'm sure you are an amazing father. But do you want me to pop by and help out while you rest a little?" You had an odd feeling that the mother wasn't in the picture. That he was all alone. And the baby wasn't older than a month or a bit more. If this man was juggling that alone. Well, that must have been hard.

You hummed to yourself as you fixed up a light dinner from whatever you managed to find in Joel's fridge. Considering the empty cardboard boxes all over the place, it's been a hot minute since he had a proper meal himself. Once he drove you back to his, you quickly ushered him upstairs. Telling him to take a bath and catch some sleep. You knew that he would have fought you on it. If only he wasn't running on the last bits of energy. And you weren't snooping, but while you were cleaning up the kitchen, you found an open letter. A letter you assumed was from Joel's wife. She had left them two without anything, not even a proper explanation. You knew it wasn't your place to judge; motherhood was tough. Not all women were built to be mothers. You had written down instructions for Joel. How do fix a bottle. What different formulas do get, and how to switch them up if Sarah got an upset stomach per se. You wanted him to know that he wasn't alone. Even if you two had known each other for less than a day.

Joel stepped down the stairs hours later. Beard trimmed, eyes less puffy. He found you on the sofa reading a book to Sarah. One of her tiny fists was wrapped around your finger as your soft voice filled the room, "Why are you smiling? Am I that funny?", you cooed at her, making Sarah let out a happy grumble, "Ah, we even lost the pacifier with all the smiling, huh," you pinched her cheek carefully.

Joel was lost for words, to say the least. This was how he saw his family. This was what he hoped he would come down to with his wife. A sob that had held up for weeks, now finally escaped his lips, making you turn his way in an instant. You carefully set Sarah down before approaching him. Opening up your arms in case he needed a hug but keeping a distance in case this was overstepping his boundaries. Yet Joel did fall into your arms. He mumbled out all of his worries and questions that had been bothering him. He had no clue what he was doing. How nothing made sense to him now.

That night, and the many that followed, completely transformed you two. You had practically moved into the Millers' house. You lived not that far away, but the apartment was small, and since the job, you had only managed to cover the rent costs; you were barely getting by as it was. Joel needed someone to look after Sarah while he worked, so having you in the house solved that issue for him. But with each passing week and more, you three fell into somewhat of a routine, and you couldn't help but notice how right this all felt. You always wanted to be a young mom anyway. Sure, the baby wasn't yours, but that meant nothing to you. You cherished Sarah as if she was your blood and flesh. Joel loved that Sarah would grow up having you in her life. A true mother figure and did not doubt that as soon as his daughter learned how to talk, she would without a doubt refer to you as a mother.

Now, almost 12 years later, you still found yourself smiling every time you thought back at the time you and Joel came together, clawing through the struggles as one. "Morning", Sarah ran down the stairs, quickly coming to kiss your cheek as she moved to grab plates for everyone. "Morning, darling, is your father awake?", "Banged on the door loudly, but he's getting old wouldn't be surprised if he didn't hear", you let out a chuckle at her words. She often teased Joel about getting old. Especially now that his first gray hair had sprouted.

"Is Momo up?", Sarah asked, missing the sight of her brother in the kitchen. You turned to the living room, "Tommy is watching cartoons with him." Malakai was a surprise baby, to say the least. You and Joel weren't trying to get pregnant, but at the same time, you weren't always all that safe when it came to sex. When you feel pregnant, you generally couldn't help but have the fear of Joel walking out on you. Yes, you two had gotten engaged not that long ago, but the conversation of having kids together was never a thing.

Yet Joel didn't do anything but cry once you told him. He wrapped you up in his arms as you two swayed in the kitchen at two in the morning, where you had waited for him to return from his shift. "Tell me again; I still can't believe it," he muttered into your ear for what felt like a thousand times, "I am pregnant with your baby." Joel shook his head still, "Baby Miller..", he let out a breathy laugh. Hands coming to hold his head. With you? A baby with you? The most amazing woman on this earth. He surely didn't deserve it, but he was more than grateful for it.

"I know we might get tight on money. I do want to work till I get too big..", you blurred out, letting your biggest worries out. Joel quickly cupped your face, "Don't you worry your cute head about that. I will take more shifts, and we will be fine", yet you still frowned at him. You didn't want him to work any more than he already did. It felt wrong to let him carry the income burden on his own. "I can still work", "I will only agree to that if you are feeling one thousand percent sure that you can do that. I would much more prefer you stayed at home." You did figure it all out, as you always did. Sarah was over the moon to get a sibling, and now more than ever, this felt like a family.

Joel hurried down the stairs just as Sarah came back with Malakai in her arms. Your husband quickly leaned in to kiss you as he grabbed a cup of coffee. "Birth-a", Malakai clapped. Sarah leaned in to whisper something into his ear once again. "Daddy Old," he said happily, making you let out a laugh, especially when that proud smirk painted Sarah's face. Joel shook his head, "I'll send Cooky Monster after you two. Come here and hug me, you crazy bunch." Watching your kids wrapped up in Joel's strong arms always made you feel some type of way. He was the best father a child could ask for.

"No pancakes?", Sarah grumbled as she looked at the scrambled eggs in front of her, "Frown at your father, he forgot to buy it". It was a tradition to have pancakes on birthday mornings. One that all four of you took very seriously. But with the job load only getting bigger, you couldn't blame Joel for forgetting to get it. "Will we at least get the cake?", "I'll buy one on my way home, I promise," Joel said, scuffing down the egg. Sleeping in meant more rushing, especially when he still needed to drop Sarah off at school.

"Good cause it would be a shit birthday if we didn't at least get that", she said in frustration, "Language young lady", you nudged her shoulder. "Your shirt is insane out, handsome", you pointed your fork Joel's way as he dropped the empty plate in the sink. "No, it is not," he argued, looking down, "Dad, you are seriously getting old," Joel grumbled while taking off his shirt. You moved to feed Malikai, trying to hide your smile.

"You and I, tonight after the kids are asleep. I have special plans with you", Joel cupped your face, leaning in to kiss you a couple of times. "Gross!", Sarah shouted from the hallway, making you two laugh. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Miller", you packed his lips one more time. God, was letting go of this man hard. "I know what I am still capable of," Joel teased back, making you raise your eyebrows, " I'll be the judge of that tonight, sir."

You three had already eaten dinner. Malakai had been sleeping on your chest for quite some time. Sarah dozed off slightly as you waited for Joel to come home. He was late. That, of course, upset Sarah. You wished it was different. That she would see more of him. You hoped that now that you had landed a pretty good job deal, you could balance it out. That Joel could be home more often, and the kids wouldn't have to miss him that much.

The sound of the keys jingling made you stir as you noticed Joel walking into the living room. He was tired, as always. Sarah stirred from beside you. "You're so late," she mumbled, leaning more into you as you ran a hand through her hair. "I know, baby girl; I'm so sorry." Joel kneeled in front of her, carefully tickling her side in hopes to make the grumpy go away. "Did you at least get the cake?", Joel cursed under his breath. All the way home, he knew he had forgotten something, but it only hit him now. "Are you for real, dad?", "I promise I'll get the biggest cake I can get for you all tomorrow."

Sarah looked up at him, letting out a sigh as she reached to wrap her hands around her father's neck. Joel pressed her close to his chest, holding her just a tad harder than most evenings. "I got you something but it's upstairs", she said rubbing her sleepy eyes. Once she had disappeared from the room, you turned to Joel. "I'm so sorry for messing it up," he muttered, sitting down next to you. "Jokes on you, you messed your birthday up." You leaned closer to him. Malakai grumbled in his sleep, his eyes opening for a moment. The sight of his father finally being home made him reach for Joel. He instantly scooped the boy up, pressing a loving kiss to the top of his curly hair as he rocked him a couple of times. Malakai eased into sleep immediately. And you weren't too surprised about it—the warmth Joel carried was enough to make anyone fall asleep within seconds.

"Open up," Sarah said as she handed Joel a box. He shook it a couple of times, trying to inspect it without seeing it. "I know it was laying in your drawer for some time now", "Where did you get the money for it?", Joel looked at the old watch that he had to give up on years ago. "Drugs," Sarah said casually, making you let out a laugh that Joel joined soon after. "I think you got mugged, though it's not ticking." Joel pushed the watch to his ear, and Sarah's face paled as she moved to grab it out of her father's hands. The sound of ticking filled her ears, making her roll her eyes and say, "Not funny, dad."

You moved to wrap your arms around her, dragging her onto the bed with you. She would be sandwiched between you and Joel. "How about a movie, and then I'll tuck my two gremlins into bed", Sarah playfully hit Joel's chest, "Mom, will fall asleep within minutes", she turned to watch you already almost dozing off. "I won't say I won't, but I'm giving you ten minutes, and you will be out as well", you hugged her closer, eyes falling onto Joel who looked down on you two fondly.

"If I knew what was going to happen that night… I would", your voice died down, "I don't even know what I would have changed, but I wish I could go back, you know? To try to do something differently", Ellie looked at you. If you had let yourself smile a little at the thought of the happy memories she knew that now was the time when the real shit was going to go down. Ellie inched closer to you. Leaving her cup on the table as she took a hold of your hand once again.

"I have four civilians by the river," the male said sharply into the radio. "Joel," you whispered, pressing Momo closer to your chest as your breathing picked up. Joel wished he could reach for you and hold you close as well, but he knew that now that was impossible. "We'll be okay, love. All of us will be okay," Joel whispered, his eyes not leaving the soldier in front of him. "Uncle Tommy," Sarah whispered, looking between you and Joel. "We'll get you two and mommy somewhere safe, and I'll go back to look for him," Joel said as calmly as he could, pressing Sarah even closer to him.

The soldier lifted the gun, making you shake your head. "We're not sick", Joel managed to say before the shots rang out. Everything that happened after that was a blur and a slow-motion movie at the same time. The fall off the curb. The cries from Malakai rang out even louder than the bullets. You fell right beside Joel, your hands clinging to the boy and pressing him closer to you. The light from the gun made you close your eyes once again. "I'm sorry", you heard the soldier rasp out, "No, please", Joel exhaled, moving as quickly as he could to shield your body with his own as yet another shot fired. Joel's hand pressed down onto you tightly, not even letting go when the sound around him died down.

"Oh god", Tommy's voice made Joel lift his head, turning his attention to where his younger brother was looking. And there was Sarah. Her breaths were shallow as she pressed down on her side, which was bleeding heavily. Joel felt as if his world stopped for a moment as he crowed towards her. "No… no," Joel breathed out, "You're okay, baby girl, you're okay." His eyes fell on the wound that was pouring out bright red blood. "Sarah", you called out, inching towards her, gasp leaving your mouth as you saw just how bad it was. Joel tried to move her up, but Sarah only screamed out in pain, "I know, baby, I know. I need to help you up."

Joel's eyes were on you as you sobbed by Sarah's side. Hands were now just as soaked as his with sticky blood. Joel looked at Tommy, who was holding Malakai, then back to Sarah, who was gulping down air. He couldn't let his baby die. Not here. Not now. Not his little girl. Not his butterfly. Joel pressed his palms to the shot wound harder, making Sarah roar in agony, "I know it hurts, but you will be okay". You brushed your hand over the side of her face, not trusting your words anymore.

"Tommy, help me!", Joel shouted, but once he turned his attention back to his brother, his breathing stopped. Your eyes followed Joel's gaze. Eyes grew wide at the sight of Tommy standing there with a gun pointed at his head. Malakai being dragged away by another soldier. You quickly rose to your feet. "Give me my boy!", you shouted. No longer sounding like yourself. More like a wild animal out for blood.

"That's a child. Are you going to kill a child?", you stepped closer, but only got met with the back of the gun hitting your back, making you fall back to the ground. "Please, please, I'll do anything," you croaked out, pulling yourself up as you watched the soldier stop in its tracks. The boy in his arms reached out to you as he cried. The soldier let go of Malakai, and for a split second, a rush of hope flowed through you. He was going to come back to you. Your baby boy was going to be okay.

You reached your hands towards him as he took wobbly steps towards you. "Come here, baby, come here, Momo," you called out, barely being able to see through the tears streaming down your cheeks. "Mama," he cried out, making you nod your head. And then the shot rang out. The sound that you knew was going to hunt you for the rest of your life. You saw the bullet pierce Malakai's head as his body sagged to the floor.

The scream that fell from you was far from human. The pain that pierced you was as outrageous. You quickly moved forward, ready to kill the man who had just killed both of your kids cold-heartedly. You didn't make it far as two hands quickly pulled you over to the side. Turning you away from the lifeless body of the toddler.

Joel knew he had to get to you before you joined the kids on the ground. He held onto you for dear life as you trashed in his hands, "I will fucking kill you, do you hear me? I will rip you to pieces, you fuck," you screamed, trying to get loose and out of Joel's embrace. "Let go of me, let me kill him," you spat, nails digging into Joel's arms as you tried to push them away. "I've got you; you need to breathe." His words made you stop. You looked him in the eyes for the first time that night. Another sob escaped your lips as you sank to the floor, hands ripping at the skin of your chest, "Kill me, let me die, I don't want to live", your words were broken in between harsh intakes of breath. Joel shook his head once again, wrapping his arms around you, "I need you, please, I need you".

The sound of the door closing made you jump. You had no clue when you finished telling the story. You don't remember zoning out. Ellie was still holding your hands, her own eyes puffy from crying. Joel stopped in his tracks. The sight of him was not something he imagined coming home to. Your face was pale. Streaks of tears are still visible on your cheeks. Ellie didn't look any better. "What happened?", Joel quickly closed the distance between you. "Did someone hurt you? Are you hurt?", he took a hold of your trembling hand before turning to Ellie. "I…", she started, but the world failed her. The panic inside Joel only grew.

"Ellie found out about Sarah and Momo," you whispered, closing your eyes in hopes to stop the tears from falling once again. To the sound of the names, Joel's jaw clenched as he sat down on the table that was behind him. "I'm so sorry. I just saw the memorial." Joel only shook his head. "I swear I didn't", "Ellie," Joel said firmly, making her stop.

He knew this day would come. He might be half deaf, but he wasn't blind. Joel knew that Ellie was up most nights when you would scream. And was quite surprised that she hadn't yet brought this up in any way. But then again, she wasn't a stupid girl; she knew her boundaries. You rose to your feet, and Joel was quick to steady you, yet you brushed his touch away. "I need some fresh air", "I'll come with you", Joel insisted, but you shook your head, "I want to be alone for a moment". He was going to fight that choice, but by now he had grown to understand that in moments like this, letting yourself feel it out alone, at least at the beginning, was the best option.

Ellie couldn't bring herself to look at Joel as she fidgeted with her fingers, "I didn't mean to…", "I thought I was going to lose her after it all", Joel's words took Ellie by surprise. She quickly turned her gaze toward him. Joel was staring blankly at the wall in front of him. "She did everything she could to die. I didn't sleep; I couldn't. Was too afraid that I would miss something, won't be able to stop her", he exhaled sharply, hands coming over his face for a second.

"You had the biggest impact on Y/N. I saw her smiling for the first time in twenty years when you came by", Joel shook his head. Ellie couldn't utter a single word as he continued to stare at him. "I never meant to hurt you," "You never did. I feel the safest with you. I love you both as my parents. You have been the closest thing to a family that I've ever had," Ellie blurted out quickly. Joel turned to her, his eyes glistening with tears. "I won't let anyone hurt you," Joel whispered, clenching his jaw. Ellie fell into his arms, wrapping herself around his torso. "I know because you've never let anyone down, and you're not about to start doing that now."

[fandom-wreck-9000]

Welcome home my Darling new neighbor (Wally Darling x Male reader) Yandere Fic

CW: Scopophobia, stalking, and kidnapping.

Chapter 2: Welcome home

You slightly woke up your eyes still feeling heavy, so you didn’t try to open them, you felt as if you couldn't move your body maybe you were still tired, but you could still hear, and the only thing penetrating your ears was the eerie noise of a heartbeat and something breathing all around you… You could still slightly feel, although it was as if your sense of touch was numbed. The most you could make out from what little sense of touch you had was that you were laying in a bed with soft heavy covers. due to your mind still being fuzzy with sleep, you couldn’t remember much of what happened before this moment of waking up… all you could remember was being picked up and basically being kidnapped before this moment of sleepy paralysis. This all felt like some kind of nightmare more specifically a sleep paralysis nightmare.

You decided to try and put your mind back to sleep but before you could, you hear a door open and someone walking in closer to you… You had the familiar feeling of fear in your body although it couldn’t paralyze you any more than you already were, you heard them place something down next to you on a hard surface most likely a nightstand… You could slightly feel the slight weight shift of the bed as they sat down next to you, you could feel them staring it felt so familiar, they touched your face which sent a shiver down your spine… Who the fuck was this person? “(M/N) it's time to wake up.” Their voice spoke softly it seemed monotoned, and creepy yet soothing. it took some might but you eventually managed to open your eyes, and they widened in horror as you saw a puppet sitting before you staring straight into your eyes. As soon as you saw that familiar face all the memories came flooding back with a force, it gave you a headache… And made you even more dizzy and sick than you already were because of the fear you felt… It was Wally Darling…

You tried to sit up and hit him scream and get away, but you couldn’t now being more awake you could tell just how weird your body felt and how much more difficult it was to just move it, you could only do tiny movements like move your fingers, toes, and your head a little bit. “Now now just relax you’re still getting used to your new body friend.” He said that smile you first thought was adorable and cute now seemed absolutely horrifying, and your eyes traveled to look at your arms which your once (S/C) human skin, was now (S/C) colored felt… You could tell your face showed the pure fear and horror you felt for what Wally said next. “No need to be scared friend your in good hands you are safe with me within home.” You became confused what did he mean by ‘within home’? He didn’t answer that as he helped you sit up as your body was still hard to move, your eyes moved to the nightstand which was right by the bed. What was placed onto it by Wally was a tray with food and water, you had no idea how you would eat it since you were now a puppet with supposedly no digestive system.

He apparently saw you stare at the tray with confusion and he grabbed the cup of water and spoke. “You can still drink and kinda eat you just don’t really need to but since there are still some changes happening to your body and you're getting used to your new body, I thought you could use the extra energy boost. But soon you won’t need to eat or drink anymore!” he said bringing the glass of water to your felt lips and gently opening your mouth with his hand so you could ‘drink’ it when you drank some to your own surprise, he placed it back down on the tray. You had to admit it mentally since you couldn’t really vocally admit it and frankly didn’t want to, the water slightly helped you gain some energy. During this entire interaction Wally has not stopped staring at you the only time he looked away was when he went to grab the water and place it back down, it freaked you out how much he stared at you… Especially now since he’s kidnapped you… His eyes were like empty black voids as he intensely stared at you. You also still heard the sound of a beating heart and breathing, but you decided to try and ignore it as best you can, even though it was creepy… especially for the fact that it wasn’t coming from you or Wally…

Wally seemed to be staring into your eyes with the same intensity as the day before, it was unnerving… “I’m really glad your pretty (E/C) eyes stayed even after your form changed to accommodate my world… so very glad… your eyes and yourself are the absolute most after all…” He said in his soothing monotone voice as he continued to stare, you shifted the gaze of your eyes uncomfortably. “I have to go 'cause I have stuff to do today but just rest, Friend 'cause you need to be at your best… remember you are the absolute most.” He said he got up from the bed and he blew you a kiss before leaving the room and soon the house itself, now by yourself, you sat in the bed terrified and scared you gripped the sheets with the little strength you had… how did you get into this situation why you? You felt tears gather in your eyes somehow but you didn’t pay mind to it you just wanted out, you just wanted to get back home… you didn’t want to be here anymore…

After a few hours, you were finally able to move your arms and upper body so you turned to pick up the tray that was on the nightstand looking at the food itself… it seemed less than edible… it seemed to be an attempt at french toast, but the toast wasn’t fully cooked and it seemed that the egg that was on it was still raw, there was also bacon but that was burnt to nothing but charcoal… the only thing that seemed edible was the berries, so you decided to slowly eat those because as time passed… it started to feel like your stomach was being filled with stuffing… I guess he was right about the fact you soon wouldn’t need to be eating or drinking soon anymore… you placed the tray back on the nightstand and continued to sit on the bed, still not having the energy to move your legs…

A few more hours passed and you were finally able to move your legs, so you moved so you could try to stand up from the bed, as you did you heard the front door open. You quickly stood up of course as you did you felt dizzy and your legs felt like complete jello but you grabbed the lamp that was on the nightstand and stood your ground, the ominous steps toward the room you were in frightened you… Your grip on the lamp was relentless. You heard the house creak and squeak, the steps slowed down as they stopped in front of the door to the room you were in… The door started to slowly open so you started to rush forward but you underestimated how wobbly your legs were because not even two steps forward and you tripped over your own feet and dropped the lamp, before you fell face first you heard quick footsteps toward you, and someone caught you and you knew who it was exactly. Looking up you saw Wally his stare seemed kinda angry but he helped you up and hugged you tightly to him, his face resting on your shoulder he held you tightly so tightly that you could barely move your arms away from him… but you were still too weak to fully fight back against him.

“Friend it’s okay Stop being so scared and freaking out… you almost fell and hurt yourself there you still need some rest… Let's put you back in bed friend…” He said as he picked you up with ease and put you back into the bed, sitting next to you again, back to staring at you…

You were stuck here, weren’t you?

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[dvzaiosamu]

The dulcet taste of your lips — osamu dazai.

Hello :3 I was bored, so I decided to make this oneshot about Dazai (yes, again... Ik I'm obsessed over him sometimes). I hope you all are doing good. Take good care of yourself, drink water, don't forget to eat!

The theme for today's oneshot is: A sticky (too sweet) morning after having a tough day at work yesterday. Slight angst at first, slight fluff and then slight nsfw scenes at the end.

The night before, Yokohama, Japan.

The night illuminates your room that you share with Dazai, a soft light that helps you see the big moon in the sky, everything generated a melancholic feeling in you. The memories of all those times, your dark age where the light of the moon meant you had to go out and kill on orders from your superiors. The cold colors of the night are variants of many shades of colors that appear on your tired face.

You were sitting in front of the large window that gave way to views of the city. You observed the moon and the surroundings, although you did not really understand why, it is as if you had settled into an infinite trance that repeats itself every time you open yourself and begin to unconsciously read the pages of your past, which torments you like a terminal cancer, stabilized in your brain; This has made your perception of the world mostly negative, but now you were alone, Dazai had not yet returned from work, you understood that he had a night shift, it would probably not take more than an hour for him to appear with his charismatic smiles to hug you tenderly.

What a nightmare it was to be alone. It's not because it scared you, it wasn't for any reason that it provoked an inner fear in you, an intense dread, no, it wasn't like that. It was a nightmare because all the time you had thoughts running through your head, regretting that there were once people who, after your feline agility, scratched them, but not with nails, but with a sharp katana that you no longer have because you had just passed page. Although you are no longer the same, the past is still there, unconsciously you go deeper into the pit into which you had originally fallen.

You move uncomfortably through your thoughts, and in order not to continue looking at the moon, you get up slowly, rubbing your sleepy eyes, sighing when the change of position causes you terrible fatigue, increased by the long and terrible day you had had at work. Your bones seemed to creak like a bird's wing when you broke it in half, it was all in your imagination, but you would swear you heard some bones crunch, you get confused, but you still understand that those were the bones of people you killed in the past, that now replay in your mind.

You rub your temples, in a circular motion, but you can't get rid of the less than happy memories. You walk towards the small kitchen that housed the Agency's dorm. You take a clear glass and fill it halfway with fresh water. You hold it in your hand for a relatively long time, watching the artistic light of the kitchen projecting itself onto the glass in yellowish tones. The moment comes where you finally direct the surface of the glass towards your lips, drinking the water slowly, as if you were afraid that if you drank it too quickly, the glass would fall and break into millions of crystals that you would then step on, causing painful injuries.

"What's even happening to me..." You whisper these words once you place the glass in the sink. Your words come out like a ghost's whisper, almost unpredictable, a soft tone but slightly distorted by your own head that made you hallucinate voices or things that weren't really there and never existed. "What is wrong with me?"

For about a minute you remain motionless, thinking about the possibility of somehow eliminating those thoughts and freeing yourself. You were trying to organize yourself, your thoughts were rebellious, they didn't pay attention to you, and this wasn't just now, reversing time, you were a little girl who had a single order stuck in your head, "Kill when it's night. When it falls and the moon is seen". Even as an adult now, that order repeats itself like a broken record in your brain, and once again, another sigh leaves your mouth. Exhausted by suffering and the invisible rope that keeps you between the future and the past, you decide to walk towards your shared futon with your sweet partner, the tatami around it gave it elegance, but that was not what you were worried about at that moment.

You lie down and your head falls on the white pillows, freshly washed yesterday. You try to close your eyes, and although it is difficult, you finally manage to sleep.

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The morning comes as at the beginning of summer and the warm rays of the sun make the eyes open slightly. Outside now you see a sun, a yellow sun that shines, although you know that in hours that will be a moon, but that no longer torments you, since the orange colors of the sky make you calm down and think that you are in paradise. The sun's rays simply hit your skin and warm it pleasantly.

Beside you, you feel arms embracing you possessively, and it's just then that you realize that Dazai has returned. You could feel his heat hitting your back and his head on the back of your neck. With a slow movement, not even realizing if he was asleep or just waiting for his sleeping beauty to wake up, you stretch your arms, and you know it was a pleasant stretch as you hear your bones stretch. You yawn slightly, and turn your head to see your partner.

"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" A voice soft like honey, cloying like melted sugar and a serene look, even maintaining his charisma makes you feel better after that night.

"I can't assure you of that... I didn't have a very good time last night, the memories torment me again, Dazai, I don't like to be alone when there is a moon in the starry sky," you explain with a slight complaining tone, as if you were blaming him for not coming ooner. "I only slept well the moment you came with me to sleep."

"I'm so sorry, belladonna... Kunikida made me finish my report and didn't let me go until it was ready," a drama in his tone of voice makes him sound like a whining puppy. "Believe me... I missed you a lot too."

Dazai's arms grab you and pull you towards him, so that you fall on top of him, your breathing changes slightly to a faster one, you watch him calmly, although in his eyes, your figure simply seduces him. You have Osamu at your mercy, and you notice how a pointed smirk appears on his face, one of his legs bending so that his knee is between your legs.

"You have to miss me a lot to be so hungry now, huh?" You scold him, gently grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He just smiles.

“I have to say… the only thing I’m hungry right now is dessert,” his words pause, in which his hands rest on the sides of your torso, bringing you closer to his desired position. His body lifts and sits up only to let the weight of your body rest on his lap, a shy look coming from you. "And that dessert is you."

“I don’t think cannibalism is ideal,” you reply, mildly bewildered.

A joyful laugh comes from him and his warm smile only widens as he looks at you tenderly. "No, silly, I didn't mean that... I meant something else!"

"What 'something else'...?"

A sudden kiss falls on your warm lips. A voracious hunger emanating from him doesn't allow you to react and you are taken by surprise by the flame that burns inside him every time he looks at you. Your lips fight to stay firm, but his insistence on having you close to him while he devours you makes you give in at one point, small bites on your lip, and you know that his way of kissing is passionate when he feels like it and soft when he thinks it's romantic —something that turns out too well—. The warmth of the morning envelops Osamu, and sooner than expected, his tounge joins the kiss, dancing with yours hungrily. What had you done for yourself, an innocent lamb, to fall into the clutches of a wolf?

Just when you think you're going to run out of air, he finally stops feeding on your lips, which would probably have a few small bruises on them. Both you and him take a breath and observe each other in silence, you feel how passion envelops you, although a shyness for such an intimate act knowing that you were not the type of person who liked sudden and rather soft kisses.

You are surprised how his cold hands sneak under your pajamas, touching your abdomen with an innocent smile, trying to escape a judging look from you, but you really didn't have the strength left to scold him, now you were just surprised. You absolutely hated this moment.

"I didn't expect you to do that..." you murmur sheepishly, a slight frown appearing on your face when he dares to move his hand downwards, you grab it and hold it down.

“What can I say… Hunger eats me up inside,” he sighs, his hand resting on your cheek. You really wondered why he liked to touch you whenever he could, no matter where he was. "The dulcet taste of your lips has left me satisfied, but I think I still have a little piece left to taste..." His eyes lower slightly down your body, and with a wicked smile he rolls you to the side, taking advantage of your confusion to be the one who had you immobilized.

"Dazai... Please, I just woke up earlier, do you really want me to go to work tired after what you're going to do?" You ask him, a small fear is present that swirls in your abdomen, and he seems to read your thoughts as if he lived in your brain, and an icy hand presses your abdomen, you squirm in place, and this increases Dazai's desire by seconds. "Please, let's just do this later?"

"You see, I can't really wait... You've done this, you're the one who's gonna solve it..." with his hand releasing pressure on your abdomen, he unbuttons his pants, eagerly anticipating it. Your nerves are starting to get to you, this is probably the second time in your life you've done this with him, and you don't expect it to be the last. "I'll go slow... I promise. Well, you might just see a few stars, but nothing too uncommon, really," his voice caresses your ear when he leans to whisper these, and you freeze when he also attempts to lower your pijama shorts.

You blink, nervous.

"We still have all morning... Well, shall we get started, my dear?" a smug on his lips as he pulls down the remaining underwear, so slowly it's like a torture for himself.

Ok, this is my first time writting suggestive scenes... I don't know if it's good or not, so comments about what you thought about this oneshot is appreciated.

[thehotelpod]

ONE MORE WEEK OF DOUBLE STUFF OCTOBER LETS DO SEASON 5 OF IZZY'S EPISODE ART

5.1 Merp and Burble

Our first Big Named Event arc! "BEHIND THE CURTAIN" which I'm almost certain I picked because we could do this cool ass curtain frame device. Izzy continues to bring the pain here with photo bashed curtains, a modified Madam Hotel horrifyingly cartooning about like bugs bunny to reveal our almost Trevor Henderson-like trail cam timelapse photo of Merp. He also gave me a number of color options on this one, maybe we'll have a section in The Guestbook Vol. II of bts sketches? I'll ask Izzy. This one holds a special place in my heart because Merp is, as devotees will recall, just Scary Slar.

rest of the season under the cut! (it's long, you've been warned)

5.2 It Watches and It Smiles

look! The curtain connects at the top! It's gonna be one long picture!

This monster was actually based on a 3 foot tall hard foam statue we had in our house growing up. It is actually scarier looking than you are imagining, made every one of my cousins cry, and is not only something I had nightmares about but also one of the main reasons so much of my horror is "something weird is Over There but looking at you". Full disclosure, one of the reasons I put this monster in this episode was so that Izzy would have to draw a postcard of it and maybe someone would recognize it and tell me what the hell it is because I have not so much as a single photograph of it. BUT then Izzy showed me this drawing, which almost completely hides the monster but it's just so so good I couldn't pass it up. The implied shape and DYNAMITE bloody palm fronds make this look so much like a 90s book cover I fell in love right away. We always try to keep those season and episode numbers in the postcards now too, but I think we forget sometimes?

5.2 Nothing Can Kill That Which Glowers

LOOK AT THIS ONE. Madam Hotel rotting in the reflection of the bubble (she was supposed to show up more in those episodes and sort of be in the process of rotting but she ended up being a single light instead.), I'm crazy about the Owner here, Izzy loves to always keep a little monster in the mix when he draws the Staff. And miss Manager POPS like an 80s music video. Lot's of subtle layers and textures here that can get overlooked, but just like the lake the Owner sinks into, it deepens the longer you linger (did you find the episode number?)

I also like to remind everyone that 'That Which Glowers' is the Grimace and this episode title is a reference to the Clerks cartoon.

5.4 We Are...Watching You...

But are you really LOOKING at it? Do you SEE Izzy's MIND? Lined up you get back to back Managers mirroring each other as well as Madam Hotel in the wings of the now completed curtains--these doubles ALSO frame what is hopefully implied to be the Lobby Boy's hand reaching for his Manager. All of this duality and connection not only reinforces what we know about the characters and show already but set up beautifully the new mirrors about to arrive...

5.5 The Bellhop

THERE SHE IS! There's my goblin girl. You get the bloody vision of the Hotel as Hop sees it as well as the framing for a triptych of the New Crew, each on their own floor. The New Crew stands apart from the Staff in that they have canonical designs immediately, so there tends to be less variation on their fan designs. However there was like ONE WEEK or so before this episode dropped where people were drawing Hop ALL KINDS OF ways. She's one of my favorite designs Izzy's done for the show and I think it's partially because she looks a little like ET.

5.6 The Concierge

Shut up. Shut UP. Look at those colors. Look at that face. Look at those shoulders. Look at those colors! THE COLORS DUKE! THE COLORS!!!! and those printing spots breaking up the lines, all layered over starlight?! It should be, at this point, very hard for Izzy to outdo himself but...he just keeps on outdoing it. We jump down a floor here and the Concierge has slightly more brick surrounding him than the Bellhop did so my pattern recognizers in the crowd can probably guess what's coming next--

5.6 The Auditor

It's been pointed out that Aud has gotten the most detailed description of the main characters on the show. I try to always keep it vague so everyone can imagine whatever they like , but the Auditor is so weird I just wanted to play a little. I saw this scary looking, lonely monster begging to be seen in all white surrounded by nothing. Even the brick and mortar of the Hotel doesn't seem to want to be around her much. One thing I love about Izzy's work is how well he combines whimsy and fun with actual scary imagery. She looks really scary. That is a scary looking monster he drew.

I also think she kind of looks like this alien from Star Trek IV (hey look Star Trek showed up)

5.9 Tenaj Druh - 004 Moor

Oh how I wish I could have a full set of New Crew postcards from Izzy seeing season 1 from a different perspective (for that matter I'd love a full set of season 1 from Izzy, but one thing at a time). Getting to not only see Janet Hurd, but see the NEW CREW checking her in is so so exciting. And the Manager's TV's re-imagined as giant bloody eyeballs is expressed to it's grossest perfection here. Even the Goosebumps frame is tinted sickly green. (the rest of the season also has Goosebumps frames but I'm trying to show off Izzy's art I want you all to have a good look)

5.10 Tnurb Yrrah - 002 Moor

this one's bonkers. The Hubble's ultra deep field on the left, brains on the right but both halves of one face with the broken illusion between them that is just the building of the Hotel herself?? It's got poster folds and teeth for doors! This is a really stunning one that I feel like deserves a little more attention than it gets. Also maybe I spoke too soon on the Goosebumps frame, I don't...this one doesn't have one but maybe I just saved that file somewhere weird.

5.11 IT'S NEW YEARS EVE, JUDY BLASHY!

This is i think the first one we did that had a Goosebumps frame baked in. You can see the 5 and 11 on the clock give us our season and episode number, but that gets a little lost on the printed version so here it is in all it's glory. Love to get to see Judy here her FACE is so EXPRESSIVE and sharp. Notice how Izzy does NOT draw her with a gap tooth. Is that gap battle damage, or some aesthetic flourish the Hotel likes for her bodies? You'd have to ask Izzy. Also love getting to see him draw the things in her furnace room, which are like huge and imply a much larger elevator inside the box. Always reinforcing that boundaries and rules do not apply at the Hotel

they are also based on the family from Mac and Me

what the fuuuck?? why are they so scary??? why are they like that?? why did they make this movie this way?? I was a child!

5.12 The Reaper's Envy

Finishing up the season is this gorgeous party poster that would be right at home in the 90s. Other than the colors (THE COLOR!) I want to point out the confetti that breaks out of the border that also quietly includes some vermin (all up top, letting your eye drift down to the New Crew being reflected in what hopefully everyone assumed was Judy Blashy's eye. Of course we know now who's eye that is and what it's connected to (nothing its nothing it got cut out)

And that's season 5. Now we have entered the @filthyguts desert and must wait once again for the rains to return. I've got new ideas for season 6 that are gonna completely change how we do the art for the show and maybe we can even squeeze some button designs out of him when we launch the next wave of stuff we're launching.

I've said it before and I'll say it again and again and 100 more times, but Izzy's art is a hugely important part of the show, a source of inspiration not only to the fans who listen but to me myself (especially in my lower moments) and I am so so happy that his art and his style has come to define the show.

[simpforchuchu]

Written in the scars | Tsukasa x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend knows you have insecurities about your scar and trying to comfort you.

a/n: Hi! I was writing another one but suddenly this idea came up and wanted to write it shehhd 🥰 Hope you like it too ❤️🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: blood, injury, stabbing, fights, scars, a lot of pain, fluff i guess ?

Part2

Tsukasa silently watched his girlfriend in front of the mirror, who was carefully examining her clothes. While you were trying to decide on the scarf to tie around your neck, a thousand thoughts were bothering him.

He was aware that you had been living through hell together for months. But how long should you wait to leave the dark days behind?

Neither you nor your friends could have predicted that a normal high school fight would end so horribly that day. When someone stabbed your throat with a broken glass bottle during the fight and you slowly collapsed to the ground with blood flowing from your throat, Tsukasa knew very well that his heart had never before beaten so fast or had never been so scared in his whole life.

Neither you nor he thought you could make it. Or that a small shard of glass can take a lot from both of you…

Tsukasa had never thought that hearing your voice was a treasure for him. But he could have sacrificed his own voice for you that day, when the damage to your vocal cords caused by the cut in your throat took your beautiful voice.

When he thinks about what you've been through for months, the sweet eyeshadow color you put on your eyelid in front of the mirror made him smile unintentionally.

He wanted to cry as he remembered the days after surgery when you didn't want to see anyone. The times when he watches you with fear every night because he is afraid of you hurting yourself, the nights when you had nightmares and wake up and cry, he cries with you, the moments when you throw your phone or notebooks crying because you can't explain what you want over and over, or the evenings when you can't scream out in pain when your hand burns while cooking on the stove...

But it was the moments when you woke up silently at nights and cried secretly for a while that upset him the most. Even though he knew you didn't want to wake him up and wanted to be left alone, he couldn't stop himself from pulling you into a tight hug.

While all these moments were running through his mind, he looked at the white scarf you were wearing around your neck. He knew your voice would come back, he just didn't know when and he waited with excitement like a baby's first words. But you hated the scar on your neck so much that Tsukasa could see it clearly every time he looked into your eyes.

He slowly stood up and stood right behind you in front of the mirror. You gave a small smile in the mirror and looked at him, even if you were slightly startled as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist.

He was looking at you with love and interest, as always. You knew he wanted to say something when he placed a small kiss on your cheek and sighed deeply.

You looked at him curiously and he nodded, stroking your cheek with his hand. You looked at him in surprise as his hand slowly moved to your neck. He blinked reassuringly and gently removed the scarf from your neck.

You looked at him in shock. He gently caressed your neck with his hand. He shook his head when you wanted to reach for your phone and didn't let you go.

"I know what you're going to say, I really do, but listen to me first"

You stopped fidgeting and slowly closed your eyes and let out a timid sigh.

“Y/n… baby… if you want to wear this scarf as an accessory, I won't say anything, but if it's to hide your scar-"

You didn't open your eyes. You couldn't. You tried to cover your neck with your hair as his hand slowly ran over the scar, afraid he might hate it. Because you did.

“Baby please look at me, open your eyes.”

He smiled when you opened your eyes and looked at him in the mirror. He tucked your hair from your neck to behind your ear with his hand and placed a small kiss on your scar.

He hugged you tighter around your waist as he saw you close your eyes and lower your head.

“I know what's on your mind. But you are wrong. This little scar doesn't affect your beauty. I love you with everything. You are beautiful with everything you have. I know it reminds you of bad memories. But I want it to remind you that you fought and how strong you are."

Tsukasa's soft voice gave you some relief. He gently grabbed your chin with his hand and lifted it up as he felt you relax in his arms.He smiled at you in the mirror as you slowly opened your eyes.

"I'm proud of you. I know this is hard for you. But we did it, we will make it. I love you, don't forget that."

You turned to him and moved your lips as the corners of your lips curled up as he whispered in your ear.

"I love you."

He smiled and placed a small kiss and looked into your eyes.

"Me too."

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx  @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy

[lizstcore]

Helga Sinclair x fem! reader

(part 1??)

this is literally my first time writing something and posting it,and it's not too good (+, English is not my first language).And nothing much happens,sorry 😭 . I can make a part 2 tho! Also,very ooc.

` When you accepted joining a mission on discovering the lost city of Atlantis and getting a bunch of money for simply doing what you know best,you couldn't be happier. Of course,you didn't expect to actually find living atlantians in there,but that's a story for another day. Now you were busy trying to get out of an active volcano.

"Milo!" you all desperately screamed,as the linguist tried to attach a crystallized Kida to our vehicle. You turned around in a hurry, wanting to see if there was anyone left. You felt your breath get stuck in your throat at the sight of the woman who betrayed you all,the cold hearted mercenary that was willing to wipe out an entire society for some money. The woman you unfortunately fell in love with, bleeding out in the crater of an active volcano that was about to erupt.

You stopped dead in your tracks, considering your options . In a moment of desperation,you jumped out of the vehicle,despite everyone telling you to get back and drive away. You ran to Helga as quickly as you could, struggling to pick her up over her shoulders. The blonde woman looked like she was trying to say something, presumably some snarky remark,but she only managed to let out a few painful sounding coughs and whimpers

Her eyes opened and widened momentarily, her face turned from an unreadable expression into a grimace. She was visibly uncomfortable, her teeth gritting painfully and her eyes closed in pain. She gave a sharp intake of air, which triggerd a deep, harsh cough. The red blood which stained her lips made her look almost demonic as she opend her eyes again and fixated your gaze for a moment. She did not appear to recognize you at first, but then the color began to slowly return to her face.

"Get me...out of here.. I'll be fine." she mumbled , trying to avoid your gaze

You immediately panicked and rushed to your vehicle, quickly pushing Helga inside while you put on your seat belt. Even as she laid hurt and half unconscious next to you,she was still very intimidating.

A few days passed by quickly,and everything was going pretty well. You and the crew returned from the Atlantis mission with more treasures than you've ever seen before,and an incredible discovery. While the others were busy trying to forget about everything Rourke did to the entire Atlantian civilisation,you spent most of your time in the hospital with Helga.

"I got you some stuff....check this out, it's an Atlantian dress! This would look beautiful on you!" you said excitedly, showing Helga the beautiful item of clothing. She scoffed and closed her eyes.

"Not my style. How long 'till I get out of this nightmare?" she asked, clearly done with everything that has happened in the past days

"A few days, don't worry... it's a miracle how you managed to survive that fall. The doctors are super shocked about your recovery." She chuckled,which was surprisingly attractive.

"I'm a tough gal,eh?...." she chuckled,then paused, looking like she wanted to ask something. Before she could open her mouth,you interrupted her.

"Yes,Rourke is dead. Yes, you're the one that finished him off,more or less" you smiled softly as you saw the corners of her mouth turn upwards. You haven't seen her actually smile in a while,it was a beautiful sight.

"Is that so?" she mumbled softly, clearly trying not to grin but failing miserably. Yeah,no one liked Rourke. You let your hand fall by your side,not noticing Helga's hand resting against the side of the hospital bed. Your hands brushed against eachother,and your touch starved ass immediately started sweating nervously. Yet no one moved.

"I...really like you, y'know... you're very strong. Emotionally and physically." you felt the urge to compliment her,and couldn't help yourself as you saw a literal goddess in front of you.

"Thank you,little girl" she smirked, teasing you.

"Hey now, I'm only a couple years younger!"

"Mhm..."

You couldn't help but look at the way her muscles flexed against the thin material of the hospital clothes. In fact,you looked so much you forgot you were even having a conversation with her.

"Getting quite distracted,I see. Just wait until I get out of here, sweetheart" she knew how much her teasing was affecting you,yet she continued. How awfully cruel... You felt your face getting red,and ignored your heart beating faster and faster.

You kept awkwardly chatting,until...

"They hate me, don't they?" Helga blurted out suddenly,as you bit you lip. She probably won't care less,so you decided to tell her the truth.

"They haven't forgiven you for betraying us... neither have I. You're lucky I get attached too easily. They got a bunch of treasures and valuable junk from Atlantis while I was busy getting Joshua to treat you...but I can't say I regret it" her emotions visibly changed all throughout your small explanation,but she finally looked at you with some sort of appreciation. She would never admit it though.

"If I knew you'd be here to annoy me all day before that motherfucker threw me out of the air balloon,I would've thrown myself" she joked with a smirk on her face. She was still cold... alright...you could work with it. It was getting pretty late,and you felt a bit nervous about sending more time with her. Even if you wanted to.

"I'll think I'll go home... goodbye,Helga. I really hope your recovering goes well."

The second the word "goodbye" came out of your mouth,she wanted to jump off the hospital bed and push you back on the chair (or in bed with her). She wasn't used to so much loneliness,she could usually get men at her feet whenever she wanted (either wanting to kiss her,or begging for help). Even if she did prefer being alone ,not having anyone to talk to was different. Especially if that someone was you. She hated it,but she was starting to get attached.

"... goodbye. You'll come visit,yes?" she asked trying to cover her nervous tone .You chuckled. Obviously you would.

"Yes."

[joels-shitty-puns]

Pins and Needles - Chapter 1

Pairing: Post-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader

Series Summary: Joel has known you for several years, but it was always strictly business, which was easier and preferred. However, after you run into him in Jackson, avoiding him is more of a challenge than you'd like.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Mention of masturbation. Kissing. Age gap, reader is 39/40 Joel is 56/57. Violence!!! This features outbreak day memories. Blood, stabbing, cannibalism, death, infected. An airplane crash. Spoilers from season 1 of TLOU HBO. Deaths from that season are mentioned. Nightmares. Angst/tension. Let me know if I missed anything!!

Other stuff: Reader is referred to by the nickname Needles, but other than that descriptors are avoided! Reader is fem.

This series was based on these two anon requests! Here and here

Series list: Here

Word count: 1.1K

You woke with a start, panic surging through your body, your breaths coming out short, sharp, and ragged. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears.

It's okay. It was another nightmare. You're safe. You're okay.

But are you? Are you ever really safe? Sure, you currently lay in your comfortable Jackson bed, but we all know what lies beyond the borders. The reason for the nightmares that plague every night of sleep since outbreak day. The day of your first killing. The first of many. The one that you'll never truly get over. The reason you got your nickname, which you loathe. 

Needles.

That's what they call you.

Needles.

When you first earned the nickname, you tried to say no. “Please don't use that name. Anything else,” you begged.

But you were just told “you should use a nickname to protect yourself, and Needles is fitting. It makes you sound tough. That's good. Not everyone is trustworthy in this world.” Little did you know, at the time, the one saying that to you was the one that wasn't trustworthy.

But he called you Needles. He introduced you as Needles. It spread, and soon, others called you Needles. You tried to discourage it the first few years, but everyone used it and eventually you gave up. They thought it was a tough sounding name, and in a way, it is. Whether you knew the background or not, people thought it was “sick” and “badass.” So, forced with the name, you tried to separate it from the reason you earned it. Shut it away into that little spot deep inside your soul that holds all the trauma of this world. 

Now you just try to avoid introductions. But on days that it becomes insistent, you simply say “people call me Needles.”

Nobody ever cares enough to ask “what do you prefer to go by?” So instead, you accept that your birth name is another dead thing in this world. Like everyone you've ever truly cared about. Another dead thing like music, movies, laughter, and joy. Or like romance… something you never have really, truly, been able to experience.

But that wasn't important anymore. Now, it was just wake up, survive, eat, sleep, repeat. No joy, no love, no relaxation.

You let out a sigh, rolling over in bed and reading the clock on your wall. 3 AM. Too early to wake up, but the thoughts wouldn't stop haunting you. You squeezed your eyes together, trying to force out the nightmare that follows you in your wake. But it doesn't really work. It never does. The dark circles and bags under your eyes are simply a part of your appearance now, like their own genetic feature, same as your eye color or nose shape.

After what felt like about an hour, but was really only fifteen minutes, you slumped out of bed; tired, achy, and cold. The usual three. At least you have hot running water and soap now. If you can't sleep, maybe a bath will help.

It had been about two weeks since you were taken in at Jackson. The first week, you were kept on watch. Tommy and the others feared you may be a health concern to yourself. Maria stayed with you for a while, but now that you seemed safe on your own, you were able to stay by yourself in the “comfort” of your own cabin. Alone, like always.

This week, you spent all your time alone, only leaving the house for meals in the town cafeteria; picking it up, avoiding eye contact, and carrying it back home, not wanting to socialize with anyone. Next week you would be responsible for picking up duties in town, but Tommy was kind enough to let you find your ground before putting you to work.

They really were nice people. They seemed to care for their community. They helped each other, they worked together to make the town great. Everyone had a role and a place. Everyone was treated like family.

It made you want to escape as soon as possible. You couldn't bear it. Faking like everything was fine when it fucking wasn't.

_____

If there's one thing you've learned over the past twenty years, it's that everyone reaches their breaking point eventually.

Two weeks ago, you had been stumbling through the forest. You were starving, freezing, bordering on frostbite and hypothermia. Days before, you had narrowly escaped your camp after raiders had passed through and killed all of your fellow travelers. You made it out alive, barely, having been “lucky” enough to have ventured off the path to hunt for a couple hours. When you came back, they were torturing your group. You snuck up, pulling your gun and killing them. Unfortunately, it wasn't before seeing the light fade from the eyes of your makeshift crew, having lost enough blood from the attacks.

You always knew that humanity was sick. Doomed to its own demise. You also knew deep down that if needed, you could harm someone to defend yourself and your loved ones. Always viewed as the sweet, innocent girl in your friend groups, whenever you said something about violence or hating people, it was laughed at. You could never harm a fly. 

Flash forward to today, that innocent young girl is gone. The blood on your hands feels permanently stained. The deaths you've watched are uncountable.

This was your breaking point.

Your whole adult life and part of your childhood had been subjected to this world - this shit hole of a planet after the fungus took over. You told yourself a long time ago to not make bonds with other people. But even the deaths of those you didn't particularly care about, those that were only with you by convenience, weighed on you. And so, without any will to live, no hope for a better future, you trudged through the snow, hoping to die. Whether it was infected, hunger, thirst, or frost, you were ready for the nightmare to end.

It was at your near demise when you were stopped by a group of men on horseback. They questioned you about your status, sending a dog to verify that you weren't sick like you claimed.

But when the dog returned to the man you now know is Tommy, letting him know you were healthy, you begged him to kill you. 

He refused.

You sank to your knees in the snow, body heavy with exhaustion, both physical and mental. Your eyes focused on the ground in front of you, trying not to cry, when you heard the shuffling of hooves, a few horse grunts, and a man’s voice. “Needles?” The man asked, surprise heard in his voice.

You looked up, recognizing the low timbre instantly. You'd be able to recognize him anywhere. The stranger you had known for years. 

Joel. Fucking. Miller.

[undertale-writing-times]

What would Dream, Nightmare, Passive, Lover, Cupid, Pinks, Shifter, Cuddles, Dusty, and Echo think of an s/o that liked to give them butterfly kisses?

They'd just be cuddled up with them when they suddenly decided to lean in close to their cheek, but instead of giving them a proper kiss, they'd instead just lightly flutter their eyelashes against said cheek instead. If questioned as to why they're doing this, they'd just say: "I think you deserve some delicate butterfly kisses, just for being so lovely and sweet."

Dream: When you first moved closer, he shuts his eyes expecting a kiss on the cheek but when you did the butterfly kisses instead, his eyes would snap open his cheeks blowing up in a bright blush and looks at you. Saying that would just get him blushing harder, and he laughs shaking his head at you, "Y/n…" he mumbles then nuzzles into your neck. To show his love, but also because he was embarrassed. You made him all embarrassed, good job!

Nightmare: I can't really see him cuddling all that much, but let's say you decide to just randomly do it one day while he's distracted by his paperwork! He would greet you, as he normally did, and tilt his head a small bit when you came over, expecting the kiss but when you did the other thing, he had to pause. He turns his head to look at you, confused. "I wouldn't say I'm remotely… sweet, but thank you? Did you get anything in your lashes? You shouldn't get my… stuff in your eyes." He didn't really know what to call it, and he refused to call it goop. Why would you go and do something like that?

Passive: He would most likely be playing with your hair, if you had any and any that could be played with, when you decide to do it. He was prepared for the kiss, or at least tried to mentally prepare himself, but when you did that instead, his cheeks exploded into a blush. He wasn't prepared! He rests his hand on his cheek, looking at you and smiles when you said the last part, "You're so sweet…" He gives you a light little nuzzle. He was so happy he got to meet you. But please, let him prepare himself. You're gonna kill him.

Lover: She would still need to get used to the idea of cuddling to just cuddle, really, but she liked it! She found it relaxing and weirdly calming. When you shifted around she looked at you out of the corner of her sockets then you went and did that, making her giggle. "Aww Y/n." She turns and starts to pepper 'kisses' across your face the best that she could. You were just so cute! So sweet. She didn't even care about the reasoning, that was just one of the most wholesome things she's ever seen. You big dork.

Cupid: He gets startled at first and looks at you with big eyesockets. He was shocked then laughs and hugs onto you, nuzzling his face against yours purring happily. He doesn't quite get it at first, He was expecting you to try to kiss him, but this was nicer and he chuckles, "You're adorable." He found it funny that you thought he was lovely and sweet… not many would agree with that most likely.

Pinks: He was cuddled up to you, his head rested on your shoulder while nuzzling into your soft skin, humming happily. He had his tail wrapped around your legs and when he felt you moving, he lifted his head to look at you, "hm?" he turns his head to the side. When you leant down and did that, he couldn't help but laugh doing a happy little wiggle, chirping and clicking happily. He was very happy and when you said what you said he couldn't help but laugh, "I love you so much." He nuzzles against your cheek, fins flapping happily.

Shifter: Well they were prepared for the kiss, but when you gave them the butterfly kiss instead, they blinked a few times. The colors of their eyeshines changed with each blink until they decided on pink and they smile wide, "Aw!" They latch onto you and nuzzle their face against yours, giggling, "You're so cute! Hehe, I'm so happy I found you." He starts to pepper 'kisses' over your face. Yeah, you didn't even get a chance to say what you wanted to say. Good luck.

Cuddles: He, on the other hand, would tense with his bones locking for a moment and look at you with big eyesockets. He just didn't expect you to go and do something like that and, for a moment, you saw a look of fear flash across his face. Quickly he shook his head then laughs and rests his head against your shoulder, "Well aren't you forward?" he coos then nuzzles into your neck, "Thank you… that's sweet of you." He's gonna think about this for a while most likely.

Dusty: You two were laying together most likely, and he had his hood down. He noticed the movement out of the corner of his eyes and when you leaned over he was expecting the kiss but he felt the light flutters, causing him to flinch away and he looks at you, his cheeks flushing. What the heck? When you said what you said he lets out a soft murrrr sound and then tugs his scarf up to hide his lower face. "You're weird…" He grumbles. Aww… you made him all flustered.

[mattodore]

When you get this, list 3 facts about your favorite sim and send it to the last 3 people in your notifications! Let's get to know each other's sims! <3 (obviously no pressure and feel free to ignore this if you want) (btw ily MWAH)

hiii nene <3 going to answer this for both of them!!

facts for theo:

every year when summer would roll around and theo would be sent to boarding school, he’d always be given the exact same dorm room which he’d have all to himself. same bed, same covers, same drafty windows. he was constantly losing things in his room. he’d set his cardigan down on his desk and the next day it’d be gone. countless things disappearing while he slept. his memory playing tricks on him. but there were some summers where he’d come back and he’d see that same cardigan right there on the back of the door, almost like it’d been waiting for him. things popping back up that he thought he lost so many summers ago. it was unsettling. when things started coming back, he began to develop nightmares.

theo cut most of his hair off when he was seventeen. he did it himself so it was... a mess. he cried a lot. he felt lighter from it just the same as he felt like he was being crushed all over. then his parents saw what he'd done... they were always angry with him for acting out as a teenager and making it impossible to get his hair cut, but at least his hair still looked somewhat presentable then. after he chopped it all off himself it just looked horrible, almost unsalvageable, so they punished him for it. it felt like he was being punished for so much more than cutting his hair.

theo first started playing with makeup as a child. his au pair would let him dig around in her purse for it and he'd grab fistfuls of makeup like they were buried treasure and pull them out triumphantly before investigating his spoils. he liked to draw on his face and arms with her lipsticks, just these cute little scribbles that she’d have to wipe away afterwards with her thumb.

facts for matthias:

matthias technically died when he was a teenager. he was dead for minutes on end but the frigid state of his body at the time was such that he was still able to be resuscitated, even when the other parties were reluctant to give urgency to his medical aid. he nearly didn’t make it out alive. though, in a way, i guess you could say he didn’t. not really. he certainly wasn’t convinced of it. nobody other than himself and a handful of people who were actually there even know about what happened. truthfully, i don't know that he's ever fully processed the trauma of it. it's centered in a lot of his nightmares.

while matthias's body is littered with scars, the one his mother gave him on his chin is the only one that he can still feel. everywhere else is numb to him, but that one... it's like the phantom sensation of something tugging and stretching over the bloody gape of the wound never went away, his skin forever stuck trying to stitch itself back together. it's been years, a decade for him, but it still feels so raw. being touched there is almost unbearable. it's like he's being ripped open again every time. (fully aware the above image shows theo covering the scar with his thumb... smiles.)

similar to theo, matthias used to play with makeup as a child. imani had a small compact with eyeshadow in it that she’d apply on matthias’s eyelids with her fingertips and then he’d do the same to her. their boarding school had strict rules about no makeup, so she could only get away with with this light golden color that was almost imperceptible. it looked pretty and subtle on her but on matthias it was nearly invisible except for a slight shimmer. it was kind of pointless to put it on him but matthias liked it anyway. she'd always apply it so carefully… that young in age, matthias wasn't used to being touched at all—not unless he was being punished by a teacher. so it was... well, it was nice. he learned how to reciprocate such gentle touches while applying the eyeshadow on her.

[kyosmommy]

Minors DNI

contains: fem reader, mutual pinning, unestablished relationship (roommates), orgasm denial, edging, cheesy plot, even cheesier porn title, squirting, oral (fem receiving), quick mention of porn, mentions of cunt/pussy/bitch

A/N: This is super cheesy and everything Eren says is straight out of bad porn. Like even my writing is straight out of a bad script in a good way I promise. But I had fun writing it so hopefully you have a good time reading it.

“Sup tiny dick”

“Hey sugar tits”

“Really? sugar tits?” he shrugged, continuing to scroll on his phone. “Anyways I came to ask what you want to eat.” Tossing the takeout menu in his general direction.

“Decide while I get my laptop to order. I’m paying.”

He gives an obnoxiously loud hum as he scans through the menu, accompanied by tongue clicks. His head swayed to the awful tune he tried to create.

“God, do you ever shut up?!”

His humming became louder and gained rhythm, switching to an easier song to hum. Leaving the living room, you dig into your sheets trying to find your laptop. Throwing them everywhere. Your room quickly became a child’s dream and a parent's worst nightmare. Choosing to check other parts of your room; you hear him speak. Well or at least try, only to hear a muffled series of words. Not quite making out what he said through the walls.

“what!”

More muffles.

“I swear I’m going to kill him one day” Whispering curses as you rush to find your laptop.

Finally finding it under some laundry you asked again.

“what?”

“I said, what do you think about sharing this!”

He gave you an exaggerated wide eye look as he pointed to the menu with the corner of his phone.

Agreeing that it would be cheaper and it was a meal you liked, you flopped down next to him, moving and getting comfortable. Apparently comfortable to him meant an arm draped over you and his head resting on your shoulder, watching intently as you typed your password.

“HA! I knew your password was just passw-“

His victory celebration was cut short by wails of pleasure. The screen displayed a girl laying on her couch; fluttering cunt stuffed by what he presumed were her boyfriend's fingers. The agonizingly slow pace made her mewl. His hushed voice asking if she felt good. He took a quick glance at the title before you slammed it shut.

Fucking my pretty roommate

Eren never took you as the type of person to watch porn. Especially the cheesy plot kind. Your whole body tensed under him, feeling every muscle tighten and freeze. His silence makes you nervous. What could he possibly be thinking about?

Fucking you right here and now. That’s it. That’s all that he could think about. Pushing you onto the couch and pounding into you until all you can do is scream his name. And with that a plan formulated.

“Is this what you want me to do to you? I bet you think about me when you watch these. So dirty…”

His breath sets your skin on fire. The familiar twang of arousal seeped between your legs just thinking about it.

But he was right. His name always ended up leaving your lips as your hands worked your pussy. Images of him fresh out of the shower, long hair tousled as he dried it. Sweatpants so low you could see the start of his brown colored trail. Sweaty shirts sticking to all the right muscles when he came back from his work outs. You couldn’t help imagining what he would do to you late at night.

He really wasn’t doing any better. Holding back every time you walked out in a plain tank top, no bra, thinking he was in his room. Your nipples poking out the sheer fabric. Or when you bend over as you do your split chores around the house, pretty ass peeking out your shorts. Quickly retreating to his room to fuck his fist wishing it was your hand instead.

Fuck it.

Lifting his chin from your shoulder you gave him a chaste kiss, thumb tracing the outline of his jaw. Testing the waters first, making sure everything you did was ok. He dove right back in. Cupping your cheek and pulling your neck to deepen the kiss, his fingers lightly scratching your nape.

Pulling away after what felt like forever, his eyes scanned your face. Fixated on the way your chest heaved and your swollen lips shined. Shifting down he latched into your neck, mumbling about how pretty you always look.

He continued down your body. Kissing and nipping your chest, paying extra attention to the swell of your breast that peeked out of your shirt. Your back arched off the couch, he took the opportunity to slip off your bottoms leaving you exposed. Swiping a finger over your covered slit he groaned at your wetness. Bringing his finger up to taste you.

“You offered to pay for dinner. But lucky for you, what I want is free.”

“You are such a dork.” As hard as you tried to sound unaffected your voice still came out shaky. Every nibble and kiss he left made you squirm even more.

Chuckling he moved onto the floor. Looking up at you through lidded eyes.

Propping your legs up on the coffee table he settled between your legs. Breath fanning over your half clothed cunt. Giving you one last kiss to your inner thigh he lost his small amount of self control.

Lapping at your cunt he found your hardened clit and sucked hard. Your legs snapped shut around his head, mewling at the sudden pleasure. He thought about holding you down but this is exactly what he dreamed of. Eating you out through your soaked panties, his spit and your wetness mixed together. His desperate hands explored your body, grabbing and squeezing at any plush fat he could.

Burying his face deeper into your inviting cunt when you screamed his name. His hips rutted desperately into nothing trying to calm his own ache. Shuffling closer his hips met the coach, rutting like a bitch in heat. Groaning into your pussy the vibrations made you keen.

Your words became labored and your cunt fluttered insistently. You were close and he could feel it.

“Wait no what are you doing? please m’s close”

“i want you to really enjoy when i finally make you scream my name” He placed a teasing kiss below your belly button.

Minutes passed, he works you up and brought you right back down. Never giving you that sweet release you craved. Panties and shirts long discarded by now.

“Please! Eren baby!”

“Aww look at you even calling me baby. Almost makes me want to let you cum”

“Yes!”

“almost” His voice dripped with wicked playfulness.

He soothes you with soft kitten licks that only make you clench more. Now having access to your budded exposed nipples he could tease you even more.

Completely leaving your neglected cunt he chose to mark up your pretty plush thighs. Small whimpers caused by harsh bites to your sensitive area. So close to where you actually needed him.

After a while of making you beg he decides he’s had his fun. Diving right back in he continued with no mercy. Pleasuring you like a mad man. Using all the tricks he learned. Remembering what made you whine and using it to his advantage. "So needy", he thought with a smile.

Finally pushing you to release he takes you higher and higher until a stream of pure ecstasy coats his face. Screaming his name, your thighs snap shut once again. A chorus of his name and thank you’s fill his ears.

His face plastered with a playful smirk, chin dripping in your release and pretty freckles covered in your cum. Babbles of what he thought were his name. “Do you ever shut up?” His tone mocking your previous words.

[allegra-writes]

"The Lesson"

Claimed series Part V

Armand x Daniel Molloy

NSFW

Warnings: Oof, let's see. Somnophilia, non-con elements, minor character death. I mean it, Daniel and Armand basically molest a sleeping or otherwise unable to consent woman, literally consume her as a meal and then proceed to get hot and heavy right next to her corpse. It is pretty misogynistic and I felt very uncomfortable writing it at times, but there is a plot reason for things to unfold the way they do this chapter. However, if any of this themes makes you uncomfortable, please do not read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character, and for legal reasons I won't be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Thank you!

MY MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

They came in through the window, like the nightmare creatures they both were now. Armand first, of course, Daniel was still as clumsy as a newborn calf taking its first steps on a barn floor when it came to the flying gift, so naturally, his maker was already leaning over the sleeping figure by the time he made it into the room.

It was a nice room, with cream-colored walls and a narrow single bed covered in a deep midnight blue comforter. The closet, bedside table, and small desk were also painted white, to imitate a set, but upon closer inspection, Daniel could see the different styles and materials. Still, the mismatched furniture didn’t take away from the charm of the small space, if anything, it gave a kind of whimsical quality to it. There were makeup tubes and hair pins strewn among old notebooks, a colorful scarf on the back of a chair alongside a maid uniform, evidence of an ordinary, inconsequential life being lived. If life was ever inconsequential, Daniel mused as he examined the rare black orchid plant kept on a faux antique ceramic mug, the titles of the few books in a language he could speak: Radcliffe, Poe, Shelley. He could see what Armand had meant back down the street when he had first caught whiff of the girl, half in love with death indeed.

“Daniel,” Armand’s voice cut through his reverie, “quit your delaying”

Right. They were there because of him, after all.

“Beloved, you need to feed” The older vampire’s tone softened as Daniel reached him, “and I chose her just for you”

And wasn’t that just a whole other level of fucked-up, not only Armand’s words but also the way they affected Daniel, warming him up inside the way only a youthful-looking vampire with cooper eyes and coal-black curls who ordered the entire menu of a fancy restaurant for him, or brought home emeralds and sapphires the size of his thumb because they reminded him of his eyes could? But he was too old now, wasn’t he? To try and pretend to be at war with himself. The very least he could do was refuse to be a hypocrite and admit that, when it came to Armand, all his morals, all his idealism, all the equality and human rights he had fought so hard for his entire career, simply flew out the window. What did those matter anyway, when he wasn’t human anymore?

As in a trance, Daniel walked ahead to meet his would-be-prey.

She was lovely. Long brown hair spread on white pillows, older than his daughters -thank god for the small mercies- and paler too, all milky skin so thin he could see the veins running under it, a web of blue and purple strings pulsing with life and heat. Daniel’s throat went dry, the hollow inside his stomach growing deep and black and endless. He felt lightheaded, the weak, slow beat of his own heart reverberating in his ears. Reluctantly, Daniel had to admit to the hunger.

“She’s beautiful”

“She’s perfect” Armand corrected, as if offended by the imaginary implications that he would pick anything less than top quality for his fledgling. Daniel realized she truly was, the shape of her voluptuous and undeniably seductive under the light sheets, enticing in her trusting, helpless sleep. Was this how Armand had felt looking at Daniel? All those nights, so many years ago, when he would wake up to his demonic lover’s weight on top of him, buried fangs deep, cock deep inside of him? Had he looked like this, so innocent, so defenseless, so ripe for the taking?

The girl’s eyes fluttered underneath her eyelids, stirring under Daniel’s gaze as if even in her unconscious state she was aware of the danger. But the soft stroking of Armand’s knuckles against her cheek was all it took for her to settle again, relaxing into the mattress, lips parting as she sighed in contentment.

Armand leaned to place a chaste, almost sweet kiss on her forehead.

"Come nearer, beloved," his maker commanded, hands never stopping their gentle stroking of that warm, pink skin, "focus your attention on her. Can you hear it? Do you feel it?"

It wasn’t hard, to find her heartbeat and let it capture him. To let the half-formed whispers from her mind reach his, even in her sleep, her melancholy, her sadness, her indefinable longing.

“She yearns for it, the rapture, the embrace, something she has only but glimpsed in her dreams, but has slipped from her like water through her fingers,” Armand explained, “yet she knows it exists… Wouldn’t it be cruel, Daniel? To allow her to go on without it, bereft in the isolating wasteland of modern existence, unsatisfied, victim of brute men and their rough deceivings, abusing of her passion and neglecting her?”

If Armand expected a reply, he was left wanting it. Daniel was incapable of replying, mesmerized as he was by the graceful movements of his maker’s hands as it glided over the sleeping beauty in his arms, tossing aside sheets, pushing up her sleeping shirt, uncovering more and more skin as it went.

“Our embrace, my beautiful boy, can penetrate that isolation, can delve into the root of her soul, we can give her that ecstasy she craves. It would only be fair, you see, in return for the precious elixir of her blood…”

“Return?” Daniel frowned, even as his eyes were still glued to the place Armand’s fingers were digging into the supple flesh of her inner thigh, sliding down until they could hook around her knee, parting her legs for him to see.

“Yes, Daniel, in return” He could hear the amused smile in Armand’s voice, “If you thought I brought you here to feast on her sweet, unpolluted blood and give her only darkness for all reward, you misunderstood the whole affaire”

There was a connection there, some parallel to be drawn between all those threesomes back in the seventies, letting Daniel watch Louis feed from him, and what he was proposing now, but Daniel’s mind was too muddled by hunger and desire to be able to examine it. Too far gone to even consider the ethics of what he was witnessing, as Armand popped the buttons of the girl's shirt one by one, baring full breasts and pink nipples to Daniel’s ravenous stare. Armand’s eyes were just as greedy, making sure he had all of his fledgling’s attention before lowering his head to trail open-mouthed kisses down the woman’s neck and chest, and breasts, letting his fangs nip at the delicate skin of her areola, only lapping at the drop of blood that sprung from the tiny cut once it slid down the curve of her tit. The sleeping girl arched her back, the softest of sighs leaving her mouth, and Armand rewarded her by bringing one of his hands down to tease at her covered crotch with the pad of his thumb, a wet patch quickly darkening the light cotton.

“Would you like to sample, Daniel?” The dark-haired vampire asked, the very image of sin with his blood-stained lips and naughty little smirk. Throat too dry for speech, Daniel nodded.

Instead of offering up her wrist or her neck as he expected, his maker slid his hand inside her panties. Daniel watched it move obscenely under the fabric as Armand fingered her for a few moments, before taking his hand out and offering him the glistening digits for him to suck clean.

Obediently, Daniel crawled towards him, taking the proffered fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste. It wasn't as good as blood, at least, Daniel didn't think it was. The truth was in the forty-six hours he had been a vampire, Armand’s blood was the only one he had tasted. His maker had fed, oh, he had fed plenty, it was obvious by the searing heat emanating from him and by the flush darkening his brown skin, probably sneaking out to hunt while Daniel still slept. But he had only drunk from Armand. Their time since he had first woken up as a member of the undead was spent in a feverish haze of animal, lustful sex, and little drinks from each other. Still, Daniel imagined if there was something to come even remotely close to the blood, it was this, this sweet, almost cloying nectar from their delectable little bride.

Armand smiled at him adoringly, approvingly.

“After all these years, all the distance between us… you are still my good boy, aren’t you, Daniel?”

Before any reply could take shape inside his head, the lovely beauty trapped between them woke up with a start. Daniel could feel her confusion give way to terror, and then to recognition as she took in the monstrous apparitions sharing her bed. It was a surreal thing, to be able to spy, but only partly, on the silent conversation taking place in front of him.

“It’s you, it’s really you… I dreamed of you… No, I’m not afraid… I knew you would come, I knew both of you would come”

It was her the one to initiate the kiss, even if Armand was the one to gently push her into Daniel’s arms, she was the one to part her lips and slip her tongue inside the mouth of the young immortal, moaning as she cut herself on his fang in her eagerness to taste death.

The first taste of her blood was a revelation. It was like sunshine flooding his veins, waking his senses back to life, bringing everything into an even sharper focus. Even time seemed to move slower as he departed from her candied, wet mouth and sank his fangs into her dainty little neck.

There was a struggle, at the beginning. After the initial sobering stab of white-hot pain, she twisted and scratched and beaten at Daniel’s chest with all her might, but her feeble human strength was no match for a vampire, not even one as young as Daniel was, and soon enough she gave into the swoon, letting Daniel press her close to his chest. Letting the hard pebbles of her nipples rub against him, arching her back for him as she melted into his embrace, pliant and supple again. Letting her heat warm Daniel’s lifeless body. Letting her pulse feed Daniel’s veins with every beat, letting his heart feast on her own.

He caught a glimpse of the enchanting dream Armand had woven for her, of the slightly damp moss she laid upon as a fresh breeze graced her skin, of the crickets and forest creatures serenading her to sleep under the night sky bejeweled with the stars she loved so dearly, before her mind faded completely.

“That’s enough, lover mine” Armand coaxed, voice soft but firm, “let her go, lest she drags you into that gentle goodnight with her”

Daniel found that was easier said than done. Letting go of her was as difficult as leaving a cozy bed on a cold winter morning, but Armand’s insistent hands left him no choice but to comply. A soft thumb swept over his lower lip.

“So messy…” Armand mused before licking the blood off his chin and mouth, and yes, that was the taste Daniel had craved for all this time, better than the swoon, better than the blood, the sweetest taste was his maker, his Armand. It was as easy and natural as muscle memory to pull him in on top of him and guide him to straddle his legs. Even after all those years, after all he had changed both in life and in death, Armand still fitted with him like a puzzle piece, like a perfectly tailored suit, meant just for him. It was only right, to feel Armand’s possessive touch under his t-shirt, those impossibly soft fingertips trailing his ribs one by one, the scrap of those glass-like nails sending shivers over his entire body.

Daniel’s own hands weren’t idle either, bunching up Armand’s sweater to his armpits so Daniel could suck and bite at those sensitive nipples and hear the pornographic sounds Armand always made when he focused on that particular part of his anatomy.

“Love these tits” Daniel growled low and dirty against Armand’s skin, “prettier than any girl’s”

Armand’s moan was filthy as he tugged at Daniel’s hair hard enough to rip some strands from his scalp, making him almost dizzy with want, if such a thing were possible for a creature of the night. But Armand was so fucking perfect, so hungry for it, hips rolling against Daniel’s, hands ripping his shirt off his body, Daniel couldn’t help but think, for the millionth time, he was going to be his undoing.

“Hey! I liked that t-shirt” He protested, lying through his teeth cuz the truth was he couldn’t give a crap about the old, faded, grey piece of clothing. He simply wanted to hear Armand say:

“I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll buy you a thousand shirts just so I can tear them to shreds to unwrap you” Just like the old times, “You are my gift from Louis, my beautiful boy”

“Am I?” Daniel replied, defiant as always, “Why don’t you tie me up all tight and pretty with a bow then? What you waiting for?”

"So impertinent" Armand tsked, sliding his hand inside Daniel’s jeans in retaliation, "I would punish your insolence, but I know you'd only enjoy it"

Whatever reply hung on the tip of Daniel’s quick tongue, it was left unsaid as Armand’s fingers closed around his length.

It was still as intense, as electrifying, as debilitating as the first time. Daniel couldn’t help to throw his head back, his neck suddenly too weak to support his swooning head. Armand’s hand against his nape, however, pulled him back into place, probably so Daniel wouldn’t get a glance at the quickly cooling corpse right next to him.

“No, keep your eyes open, beloved. I want you to look” He commanded, sounding as breathless as Daniel felt. It wasn’t a hassle to obey, though, not when Armand was taking his own cock out of his pants, thick and long and pulsing with borrowed blood, Daniel couldn’t have taken his eyes off of it even if he had wanted to. And he certainly didn’t want to.

Armand spat on his hand then, nasty and vulgar, before wrapping his hand around both their members. Fingers unable to surround both girths at the same time, he started slowly pumping his hand up and down, in the rhythm that was sure to drive Daniel mad.

What the technique might have lacked in physical stimulation, more than made up for in visuals, the image of Armand’s cock pressed against his, longer, leaking all over his, the contrast of his bronze skin against his, stone white and washed out, they way it seemed to grow and fill even more before his eyes, the way the veins popped…

“Armand…” Daniel pleaded, without knowing what for, “Need… I need”

“Yes, beloved” Armand replied, guiding Daniel’s face to his neck, “here, from my throat”

It was just what the fledgling needed, shuddering with the force of his release the very instant his maker’s blood hit his tongue.

“Yes, like that” Armand husked, the rhythm of his hand growing more and more erratic, the longer Daniel drank, “harder, take it all…”

Daniel bit down deeper, sinking his human teeth on the hard flesh, tearing muscle up, making Armand explode, copious amounts of hot fluid bathing his cock, splashing on his stomach.

He retracted his fangs then, but kept lapping at the open, messy wound with his tongue, relishing in the waves of both aftershocks combined, refusing to let the link between their minds shut down again, holding Armand’s shivering body close against his, uncaring of the mess. There was a desperation, a deep melancholy emanating from Armand’s thoughts as he came down, the same bone aching loneliness he had caught a glimpse of the very first time they had come together at that bar, eliciting the same ferocious devotion in him, and he suddenly understood…

The dance was finally over.

Daniel’s destiny had finally been fullfilled. The devil’s minion through and through, born, dead and reborn, at last reaching his final form. Forever servant and master to the ageless creature clinging to him.

Don’t let me go, it begged, don't ever let me go.

I won’t, Daniel vowed, knowing in his blood there would be no running away for him.

I won’t, a promise and a threat, I love you.

I love you, a blessing and a curse, I love you.

Forever.

Next part (back to 1973)

[pixelmensupremacy]

A remedy for a galling itch

Warnings: Suggestive content, 18+, GN!reader

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: I literally had to go through a good chunk of the game just to enter the trailer for references. Also this is my first time writing gender neutral reader, so I hope it makes sense.

Abnormal amounts of adrenaline rushed through (Y/N)’s veins, as they slammed the door of the trailer behind them, creating a sound wave, that resonated across the closed space of the vehicle.

"Shit that was close.” (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief, even though their heart rate was still accelerated by the horrendous encounter with Marguerite Baker. A few hours back they thought Jack reviving, from what seemed to be a certain death, to chase after them, alongside Ethan, was horrifying. However, there was nothing that could prepare poor (Y/N) for the bug infested nightmare they and Ethan had just gone through.

(Y/N) guarded the door for a while longer, their body stiffened as the adrenaline wore off and the initial shock took its place. A vivid image of Marguerite’s atrocious deformed body pestered their, -already troubled- mind, causing shivers to run down their spine.

On the opposite side, Ethan leaned on the counter, silently observing his fellow survivor. His greyish orbs noted the distress in their features. Something within him nudged at the sight of them- an urge to brighten up their mood.

“Now I have one more reason to hate bugs.”  (Y/N) let out a breathy chuckle at his joke. Seeing even the slightest of a smile curling their lips, made the man smile back.

“What do we do now?” He was suddenly brought out of his mind by their mellifluous voice.

“We got the ingredients…” Ethan paused, as the reality of his situation settled. As much he was embarrassed to admit it, he enjoyed (Y/N)’s company. So much so he forgot about his beloved wife, who was the reason he came here in the first place. It was humiliating just to think about how soon he managed to catch feelings for a stranger he met a few hours ago, especially when his counterpart was somewhere out there waiting to be rescued from this nightmare. Yet Ethan couldn’t bring himself to discard the feelings (Y/N) caused within him- ones that Mia had deprived him of for the time of her absence. And he was almost completely sure that these feelings were requited.

“We should wait for her to contact us then.” They suggested, as they made their way towards the green container, that for some strange reason the family had plenty of all across their property.

“Yeah, I guess.” A sense of relief took over his features. As much as he wanted to leave this god forgotten place, he didn’t want to face what was inevitably coming his way. The dilemma was weighting on his conscience. The man was forced to decide between his happiness and his moral code. Yet their dreamy (E/C) orbs and astounding smile made the choice even more difficult.

“Do you still have these rashes?” Their voice ringed across the small space, tingling his ears.

“Yeah, I do.”

“I found some ointment.” (Y/N) looked at him, hope gleamed in their eyes.

“Are you sure this thing is good?”

Their eyebrows furrowed, enhancing the look of concentration on their face, as they looked through the label.

“Luckily for us it hasn’t expired. We should give it a try.”

“Let me guess. I’ll be the test subject.” He struck them a mischievous look, provoking a giggle from them, which in return made his heart flutter.

The man approached them, not taking his eyes away from theirs in the process of doing so. His teasing stare made these few seconds feel like minutes. Just as he sat before them, they let out a breath they didn’t even realize they were holding back. Their cheeks were tinted with a cerise color, which –unfortunately for their- gave away their excitement.

Their bashfulness encouraged him to tease them further. With slow movements he undid the buttons of his cuffs, then rolled them up his elbow- revealing the irritated skin of his arms. (Y/N) swallowed hard before they got on their knees, with the ointment in their hand. Their free hand took his right one, after they dipped their pointy finger in the container, scooping a generous amount of product. They looked up at the man, searching for his assurance, only to meet his darkened, even lustful ones. For a moment they were taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, wondering if he was mad at them, but soon they understood that wasn’t the case.

As they applied the product over the bumps, they heard a barely audible whine. At first, they didn’t think much of it, assuming the cool cream caused a pleasant feeling against his hot skin. They began to spread it to all of the necessary spots, gently massaging around the rashes to avoid causing him any discomfort.

Meanwhile Ethan was trying his best to hold back any other sounds from escaping his mouth. Against all of his expectations the mysterious product did wonders. Not only did the itching stop, but also it soothed the burning sensation. Yet what made him feel idyllic was their tender touch. Their digits gracefully caressed his arm, mindlessly tracing the lines of his popped veins; his pulse throbbed underneath their fingertips, exposing his enthusiasm. The man gulped, his Adams apple bobbed awkwardly in his throat, as he felt the fabric of his slacks grow tight.

Unexpectedly (Y/N) retreated much to his disappointment. With curiosity, Ethan observed them, anticipating their next move. They glanced at the man above them through their lashes, while they scooped more of the ointment. Whilst keeping eye contact, they spread the product on his left hand. Ethan’s mouth went agape, unintentionally letting a whine escape his damp lips. Without a doubt the tension within him grew with each passing second.

“Does it help?”

In response he only nodded. Unlike his other arm, (Y/N) spent more time with his left one, tracing not only the veiny lines, but also the scars around his wrist. It appeared they were fascinated with the pattern of his skin. Carefully they threaded the calloused flesh of his palms in attempt to coax a reaction from him. Much to their surprise he was very responsive to their touch, it was almost alarming. Yet they didn’t seem to mind, because they enjoyed it just as much to a point where they wanted to extend this moment as much as they could. Still, it was coming to an end.

“That should do. Do you feel better?” They stood up, bringing their figure in a short distance to the man.

“Yeah, you got magical hands.” His -unusually- hoarse voice rumbled through their entire being. Looking down at him they noticed a difference in his glance. His blue-tinted grey orbs shined with a sparkle of mischief, one associated with what could only be described as desire. It was clear to them, yet they were reluctant. The thought of his wife made them guilty for even glancing in the man’s direction, let alone get intimate with him. She was the only barrier holding (Y/N) back. Though that wasn’t the case with Ethan.

He looked up at his companion with expectancy. The –seemingly- prolonged silence caused him to grow a bit nervous. Was he taking stuff too far, too quick? Even so there was no turning back. He couldn’t deny his feeling, nor avoid them. Every little thing about them was enough to make his heart flutter; to him they were truly breathtaking. Their perfections alongside their flaws made the man fall even deeper for them.

“I appreciate you doing this for me.” Ethan’s voice, akin to honey, dripped down their ears then straight to their heart.

“I really mean that.” His slender digits gently brushed onto their hand, sending electric waves across their nerves. (Y/N) stayed silent, unable to respond.

“Let me show you just how much I’m grateful for having you.” Ethan stood up; his tall figure towered over their one.

“May I?” Shivers ran down (Y/N)’s spine, as they felt his hot breath crash onto their hot cheeks. His plump lips were only a few millimeters away from theirs- so close, yet so far. They stood on their tippy toes in attempt to reach him, until the ring of a familiar sound interrupted them. A bit startled, but far more frustrated, (Y/N) looked to the left only to see the old-fashioned phone flickering.

"I guess we'll have to leave this for later." They puffed with disappointment evident in their voice.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you know I keep my promises." He let out a breathy chuckle before planting a tender kiss to their forehead.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Plot: (Flashback: June, 2023: Somewhere in "Lynchburg, Va" during a mission to stop: The Toddler, The Time Jerker, and Dr. Minyak from stealing from the "Target" store Captain Man was seen talking to a beautiful waitress who works at "Starbucks' Cafe" during her shift Captain Man flirts with her a bit and asked if she'd be interested in going out on a date with him sometime and gave her his number before getting called away by his sidekick: Kid Danger in order to remind him about the mission. Flashback Ended)

Present Day: (September: 2023) In "Swellview" Captain Man was setting up a romantic dinner of the reader's favorite dishes (Fettuccine Alfredo Pasta, Healthy bowl of Salad, Breadsticks, and a glass of Ice cold Water) in the "Man Cave". After being picked up by Captain Man's assistant: Schwoz in the Man-Copter bringing her back to Swellview Captain Man welcomed the reader to his hometown giving her a bouquet of blue roses which flattered the reader, during dinner the reader told Captain man about her dream to explore, see the World and becoming a Fashion Designer, after dinner Captain Man flirts with the reader and surprises her with her favorite DQ ice cream cake (Chocolate Cookie crunch) for dessert. Before Schwoz could escort the reader back to Lynchburg, Va Captain Man makes the first move by telling the reader that he's in love with her as he shares a passionate kiss with the reader (this was the reader's First Kiss) which made her blush as they quickly became a couple making it a long distance relationship between them!

Details: The reader lives in Lynchburg, va who's studying to be a fashion designer, she's works as a waitress at Starbucks cafe, she's a vegetarian, she's a skilled martial artist, her favorite color is Blue, her favorite flowers are Blue Orchids, She loves animals, loves to read, her dream is to explore, see the World, and be a Fashion Designer. She dislikes: Chewing gum, High heels shoes, clowns, trapped in small spaces, having nightmares, needle shots, drowning, being alone. She doesn't drink any kind of alcohol!

Hello dear, apologies if this rather short, I ran out of time and had only a small amount to write this, but I hope this is enough.

Happy birthday to the dear anon who requested this. 🎂🎂🎂

Captain Man x waitress reader A date with a hero 🦸☕

Flashback:

Within the lush city of Lynchburg in Virginia, Captain Man and Kid Danger were on a mission to stop the Toddler, The Time Jerker and Dr. Minyak. They had a ravishingly, devilish, brilliant plan to steal from Target. The three had joined an alliance. However, just as Captain Man and Kid Danger were locating their target, they stopped briefly in Starbucks to devise a plan to stop their evil foes. Many civilians outside were still unaware of the dangerous situation. “We located the signal of our targets, at well—target”, Kid Danger reported to Captain Man. “Excellent work, Kid Danger, just—” His voice trailed off at the sight of an extraordinary beauty. She wore the Starbucks uniform, her hair flowed freely with ease as she walked, and her eyes sparkled joyfully. Captain Man had gotten distracted and approached the beautiful waitress serving drinks and food. “Hey, couldn’t help but notice heaven’s missing an angel”, Ray winked with a flirtatious smirk. “Hm, nice try, sorry buddy, my shift hasn’t ended yet”, the waitress smirked. “Well, I imagine a woman like you is worth the wait.” He flirted.

“Aren’t you captain man, the hero of small view?” the waitress asked.

“Yes, yes I am.” He smiles heroically “, the one and only, and you are?”.

“Y/n, L/n”, the waitress smiles dreamily.

“If you’re ever interested, I’m available at anytime, anywhere; here’s my number.” Captain Man leaned against the wall, putting his hand behind his head. “Captain, the mission, we’ve gotta go” Kid Danger said annoyed by Captain Man’s “distraction”.

“Well, if you ever in danger, you know who to call” Captain Man smiled in a flirtatious remark.

Present day:

Captain Man, whose real name is Ray Manchester, was busy preparing for a special date that he had planned months in advance. He had decided to cook a delicious meal consisting of Fettuccine Alfredo Pasta, a healthy salad, breadsticks, and a glass of cold water. To ensure everything was perfect, his assistant Schworz had been tasked with organizing transportation for his date, Miss Y/N, via the man-copter. As Captain Man was finishing the meal, he couldn't help but feel excited about the evening ahead.

The man cave had been tidied up, and everything was in its proper place. The table was set with an air of romance, with candlelight and a beautiful vase filled with blue orchids as the center piece. As Captain Man heard the man-copter descending, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing with anticipation. Fortunately, the elevator functioned correctly and made it safely to the ground floor.

As Miss Y/N stepped out of the man-copter, Captain Man greeted her with something special behind his back. He approached her flirty and offered her a bouquet of blue roses, saying, "For you, the rose of my eye," with a charming wink. Miss Y/N was wearing a stunning dress that she had designed, which only added to the magic of the evening.

As Captain Man pulled out Y/n’s chair to allow her to sit, the two started to have dinner. Y/n thought she would explain her future dream. “I’ve always wanted to explore the world, to see the world and become a fashion designer”, she heartfeltly said. “I’ve wanted to be one since I was 10; fashion is my passion”. Ray admired Y/N's passion and commitment to her dream. Suddenly, he surprised her with a platter of chocolate cookie crunch ice cream cake, which excited her. As they finished, y/n, to her dismay was rather sad to go. Schwoz arrived in a sleek man-copter, the blades whirring loudly as it hovered over the landing pad. Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she prepared to leave her new friends and the exciting city behind. However, her departure was interrupted by Captain Man, who pulled her aside for a private conversation.

As he looked into her eyes, he confessed his feelings for her. "Y/n, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I've had my eyes on you since the moment we met. I know our time together was short, but I feel like there's something special between us. I've fallen for you, and I can't stop thinking about you."

Y/n felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also with a sense of excitement. She had never had anyone confess their feelings to her so boldly before. Before she could respond, Ray pulled her into a sudden, passionate kiss. It was her first kiss, and it left her breathless and dizzy.

As they said their goodbyes and she climbed into the man-copter, y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of longing in her heart. Even though they were separated by distance, she and Captain Man kept in touch as often as they could. And every time he looked at the blue orchids, she had given him as a parting gift, he thought back on the time they spent together and wondered what the future held for them. Despite the presence of Kid Danger and the constant danger they faced, y/n and Captain Man remained connected by a deep, unspoken bond.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

[y0umgsandwiche]

“Tonight, Tonight”

Lt. Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader

This is my first ever story here on Tumblr, so please don’t expect much. I hope that y’all enjoy this, my inbox is open for comments, suggestions and requests. This story is also inspired by parts of West Side Story, hence the title. I hope y’all enjoy reading this!

Summary: The reader, a new immigrant, just moved to Miramar, CA, and was forced by her brother, a good friend of Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, to go to a date with his friend to the Hard Deck, where she finds herself fall for someone else.

Warning/s: Huge age gap + hangman in this story is a softie + hangman being hangman + (maybe) terrible writing

Word Count: 4.1k

Leaving my country and heading off to "The Land Freedom" is probably the dream of the majority back in my motherland. Luckily, I was one of the people who got the opportunity to go out. Just to iron things out, I am not saying that everything was like burning hell back there, but let's just say that if you stay there it's like you will be trapped where there ain't no future. Only a few thrive there: the rich ones, the ones who have the fame and the fortune, the people who have connections on the inside— for people like me, yes, we do survive, but if you tend to dream for something bigger, it would be best to hop on a plane. As per my family, we weren't poor, but I am not gonna say that we were rich either, my family's different business ventures made us survive, even enough to put some extra into our savings. However, I knew that I wouldn't flourish there as an individual, hence why when I got the chance to leave, I immediately took it. Prior to moving here, in an attempt to make myself fit in faster, I tried to make myself not to at least sound so foreign, which meant that I trained myself to not have an accent when I talk. When I got here, my brother and his girlfriend welcomed me into their place, letting me have my own room. It was quite a blessing for me because it meant that I can save up a lot more since my rent and utility costs are almost cut into half, at least for the first few months or years of my stay here.

"Y/N," I heard Rachel, my brother's girlfriend, call out my name. "Anton will be here with Rooster any minute now."

I was standing outside, at the balcony of my room, staring straight at the harmonious colors of the setting ball of fire. It was my favorite time of the day, there was just something about it, giving me a sense of calm, even just for a few minutes. I enjoyed staring at it, and being a photographer who is trying to make a name, this is definitely my most preferred time for any type of portrait session. I often take shots of this type of scene alone as well, everyday actually, and I do not miss a day. Just like what my father told me when I was younger, "No sunsets are the same, the lighting, the colors, and the placement of the clouds will always make it unique." 

Hearing my doorknob click and my door squeak open, I looked at the woman who entered, as expected, it was Rachel, looking as gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a bright, warm toned sundress that complemented her overall physical features. Her presence in front of me made me question my appearance, if I was even good enough to be Rooster's date. It's not that I like Bradley, I have to give it to him, he is pretty hot, I just doubt that setting us up together would even lead to romance. Rachel and Anton introduced me to him, and I have scratched some surface information about him thanks to my numerous encounters with him, plus the conversations that I’ve had with Maverick, Amelia and Penny regarding the man. He also gave a good first impression, but let's be real here, all of those are worth a second glance. Who knows if we are secretly the total opposites, or we might have only a very minimal amount of similarities. Besides, I have learned from my ex that sometimes the ones who seem great are a nightmare to date. I also believe that I should just wait, for now at least.

"They're almost here—" Rachel stopped on her tracks as she looked at me. "Why haven't you finished doing your makeup?"

"Don't overreact, I just didn't put on my lipstick," I answered as I walked towards my desk to apply some matte whipped lipstick onto my lips. "I don't even look pretty, unlike you."

She sighed, "You look amazing, Y/N. You just need a necklace to complete your look."

She tried to scour my belongings, searching every single drawer at my desk. If she wasn't like my best friend, I would definitely be mad, but she is actually like my only close friend here. After rummaging through my table, not having any luck finding what she wants, she headed towards my nightstands, trying to find a necklace that is not "too simple". When I thought that she gave up, she smiled, taking off her own necklace that her Uncle Maverick gave her. It was a gold plane necklace that looked a lot like an F14 Tomcat. She slowly placed it on my neck, and then led me to the only mirror, a full sized one, in my room. As I took a look at myself, it really did add a lot to what I was wearing. It really went well with the short sleeved, cream colored linen cropped top, that coordinated with the cream linen wide legged pants. 

"You look like a stunner," she said with a grin pasted on her face. "Rooster will definitely have his eyes glued on you the entire night."

I let out a deep sigh, "Why do I even have to go with him? I can choose a guy for myself. I'm twenty one, and I'm totally capable of looking for a guy for myself. I can even just go alone, as a normal guest— as a friend. Don't you guys even think that Rooster is not just a bit, BUT A LOT older than me?"

"Age doesn’t and will never matter, and Uncle Mav has known Rooster his entire life," she chuckled. "He's a really nice guy, and an amazing fighter pilot. He proved that he is not afraid of anything, but since everyone is afraid of Anton, he is too."

"But I'm not," I said plainly.

"And yet you are here going on a date with Rooster," she laughed.

"I am gonna go to MY FRIEND'S birthday at the Hard Deck," I smirked.

Just as I closed my mouth, we heard Anton shouting our names from the ground floor. I quickly grabbed my black fanny pack, and wore it across my chest. As much as I wanted to say that I was going for a bit of a classy look, I did not want to overdress, and I thought that the bag that I would use could do the job of downgrading my look, even just a bit. Having a final look of myself in the mirror, I was pretty satisfied with how I looked. Rachel, on the other hand, went to their room to get her own personal belongings as well. With that, I waited for her to go out of the room, and went down together.

"Wow," I heard the two men say with their jaws dropped down, eyes fixed to our direction.

As expected, the official couple had their tiny little session, not caring even if Rooster and I were there in the same room with them, leaving the two of us to just awkwardly stare at them and let out a silent laugh. They quickly left the porch, and went to their car, which leaves me to assume that I will be riding with Bradley to the bar— alone.

"You are pleasant looking," he said.

"Pleasant looking?" I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

"No," he blushed. "What I mean is that you look attractive, desirable, stunningly beautiful—"

"I'll cut you right there," I smiled. "Happy birthday, Bradley."

"Thank you," he replied. "Let me lead you to the car."

He offered his arm, which I gladly accepted. We headed out the door, which I locked, and off to his Bronco. He opened the passenger's door for me, assuring that I would not hit my head as I entered his fabulous ride. Whoever said that chivalry is dead was wrong, not for him, oh no, it was definitely more than alive, with this guy at least. I mean, even with the other times that we have been together, you can definitely see how much he respects women. He gave me a sweet smile when he asked if I was good to go before he closed the door.

The ride to the Hard Deck took approximately ten minutes at most. It wasn't too far from our place, the only reason why it took us that long were the countless stoplights and stop signs found along the way. Seeing the facade of the Hard Deck, I immediately noticed how the parking lot was far from empty. Tonight it was filled with a lot of different cars, from vintage ones to new models, you can take your pick. I assume that every single one of them are probably here for Rooster's birthday celebration, which happens to be my first party here as well. After parking his vehicle, he got out of his car, and jogged to my side, opening the door for me. Once again, he offered his arm, "You ready?"

"I am," I said, slinging my arm to his.

We made our way to the bar, swinging the two-door-opening entrance together, revealing the numerous happenings in the bar, people chatting with each other, some already making out, and the group that I assume to be the aviators, because of their uniform and badges, playing pool. To be frank, despite the fact that I've been here for a couple of months now, I never really entered this bar. Indeed, I would pass by, but I never dared to enter. So this is what the inside looks like, it looks pretty cool.

As corny as it might sound, everyone randomly burst into song, singing happy birthday the moment they saw Rooster enter the bar. It was such a gleeful sight, seeing everyone wearing a smile on their faces. It just shows how much of an amazing person this man beside me is. We continued walking, with him leading me towards the aviators. Once everyone finished their music number, Rooster shouted a thank you.

"Who do you have here," a man said, who I believe is Payback— that is if my memory of Maverick's photographs and stories serve me well.

"Everyone meet Y/N," Rooster introduced me, as I disconnected my arm to shake everyone's arms, properly introducing themselves to me.

"Aren't you a bit too young for Rooster here," Payback—now I'm sure— commented, as he shook my hand.

"Oh, we are not a thing!" I defended the current state of relationship that I have with the man that I came here with. "We are, let's say... just friends."

"I'm Phoenix," the woman amongst the sea of men said. "I'm sorry for how my colleagues act, but they're nothing compared to Bagman," she looked around for the said man. "Who happens to be late."

"Oh, I'm fine," I smiled at Phoenix. "I can take care of myself."

"Another tough cookie, I see." She smirked.

We all then conversed, along with some slight trash talking, as we all played pool chugging bottles of beer down to the brim. When I believe that everyone got bored of the game, we all headed to the vacant piano, sitting at the middle of the bar. Rooster and I sat beside each other, then he gently placed his fingers on the keys, then eventually played—as mentioned by the aviators, even Penny and Maverick, Rooster's world famous performances— "Great Balls of Fire". It began with just him singing, then I joined, harmonizing with him, and finally everyone began to chime in. If you looked at us from the outside, it looked a lot like we were having this really fun sing-along.

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!" Everyone sang, some shouted, ending the song.

Every single one inside cheered, springing such joy into the atmosphere of the Hard Deck. The party went on with Rooster playing another song. Although I highly doubt that he heard me excuse myself and eventually leave my seat, due to how happy he was, I was so glad to see him with such bliss. He looked as if he was really enjoying living in the moment, something that I wish I could do.

Making my way through the partying crowd, a tall, handsome man, who appears to be staring at me since the moment that I was singing along with everyone else, caught my attention. He appears to have a perfect tan skin, blonde hair, and a body that has a built of a Greek god's. Without any idea, my legs began to voluntarily walk towards the direction that he is going to, with the both of us not breaking any of the eye contact. It was as if the world stopped moving, that the people became a blur, that the loud sounds of the club suddenly deafened. It was just the two of us, like some type of force is pulling us away from the sea of people, taking us somewhere we could share a moment to talk or whatever, alone together.

We both ended up outside the Hard Deck, the part of the bar facing the ocean. It was a lot calmer, yet darker, with only the lights coming from the facade and the interior of the building behind us, giving a minimal glow just enough for us to see a bit of the Pacific shore right in front. You could hear the serene sound of the waves crashing against the coastline, whilst the gentle breeze blew in a very tranquil manner. It was as if this meeting happened to be a scene from a movie. This particular stranger and I stood beside each other, not saying a word to each other. To be honest, I really did not know what to say.

"It's so funny how I wasn't planning on showing up tonight," the stranger said, breaking the silence between us.

"You don't like parties?" I asked, with a small smile on my face.

"No," he chuckled. "I mean, yeah. I like it a lot, actually. It's just that—"

"You're taller than I expected," I vomited those words, as if it is something that one would casually tell someone that they just met.

"Yeah I know," he laughed, sexily, may I add. "And you're not."

I blushed, "You're a pilot."

He looked down to meet my eyes, "You're just figuring that out?"

"I wasn't so sure if you were a pilot or a weapons system officer at first," I replied, staring into his shiny green eyes that I could swim in. “Especially from down here, although that does not have any connection with anything that I am saying.”

"Is that okay," he smirked. "That I'm a pilot."

"I don't know," I replied, dumbfounded, realizing how this man in front of me looks so damn perfect up close. "I've never seen you before. This is my first party here in Fightertown, so you tell me. Is that okay?"

"There's not much I can do about it, so—" I cut him by crashing my lips onto his, something that I just did without thinking what the consequences might be. This is the very first time that I have applied what Maverick frequently tells me, to just do something because there are times when you don't have the time to think about going for it. Don't think, just do. Surprisingly the man kissed me back.

"Y/N!" I heard a familiar voice shout my name. Amelia.

The two of us disconnected from our kiss, and I swiftly jogged towards where I heard the sound from, with the stranger following me from behind. Our entrance caught the attention of multiple people, most of them were probably just curious of who entered, but it was a lot different for my brother. He walked to the man's direction with such rage, as if he was ready to kill him right there. I have to admit that my brother is a great boxer, but sometimes, I am beginning to think that he believes that the world is his four cornered ring. 

"What were you doing with my sister," Anton grabbed the man's collar. "She ain't one of your girls to bring to your bed, Seresin."

The man smirked, in a cocky manner, a lot differently from how he acted when we were alone outside, "What do you think did I do to her? Maybe you wanna ask your sister if she liked it."

"Hangman," the aviators shouted when they saw my brother ready to fight the then-stranger.

Everyone rushed to us, trying to break Anton and Hangman. In that very moment, I realized who the devilishly handsome man was, and as annoying and embarrassing my brother might be at that moment, I kind of understood where he is coming from— the man that I just kissed was the "ladies man" of the crew; he is the one has a revolving door of women. Let's just say that he does not have the best reputation when it comes to the female species, he might even have a "lost and found" box of the things that the women he slept with left at his place. Part of me ached, knowing that I could just be one of the women he used his charm on, and someone he will eventually forget after who knows; however, a huge portion of my heart believed in what we shared earlier, it was  something very genuine to be precise. I know that after the only relationship that I had, my family, especially my brother, became more protective over me, but I think that I can definitely handle myself. I know that I am capable of making my own decisions, and I am willing to learn from those. I do not need to be treated like a baby. Looking back at the scene, fortunately, the two got separated and the fight did not escalate further. 

Phoenix then came rushing over me, "Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?"

"I'm good," I said with a smile painted across myself as I felt Hangman stare at me.

She gently patted my back, and joined the group of aviators once again, but now with Hangman. Trying to brush off the incident, I walked towards the counter, sitting on one of the vacant stools, studying the moves of the man that I kissed earlier. Although I know that I was whining about the huge age gap between Rooster and I, there was no doubt that the difference between Hangman and I would be far as well, more or less the same with Roos, to be honest. However, I have never felt anything near the same with anyone that I have met in my life. Nobody made me fall in love the second I glanced in his direction. He has the ability to make me drown with his eyes alone. He captured my heart the second I saw him.

"Anything you wanna drink tonight, sweetie?" Penny asked, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Actually, I'm gonna go home," I replied, my eyes still locked on Hangman. I stood up from the stool, and immediately made my way to exit the bar. 

Walking home alone, I literally could not take away the things that had happened between Hangman and I. It was as if he was some sort of drug, making me want more of him, and see where this will take us. He makes me feel like a lead character in the movies, or a musical, where I could just burst into song in a very cinematic manner. I am consumed by the fighter pilot. My mind began to fly and zone out further, imagining a lot of what ifs between us, but then it all ended when I remembered what had happened between Anton and the man that I am now drooling over. I do not want to damage anything between us siblings. With all of those thoughts, I did not realize that I already reached my place. 

As I reached my room, I got so frightened when I heard chilling sounds of a person attempting to climb our house, towards the balcony of my room. In panic, I quickly grabbed the Swiss knife from my bag, swiveling any of the sharpest tools there open. I stepped out to inspect who it might be, and as I opened the door, it was the exact time that the person reached my eye level as well. To my surprise, it was Hangman, standing by the ledge, with only his strong, muscular arms holding him not to fall.

"What are you doing here," I asked, in such a state of shock, closing my knife, keeping my distance— who knows if he came here to murder me. "My brother is gonna kill you if he sees you. How did you even know where I live? And how did you get here so fast? Are you gonna kill me? Or are you just gonna make me one of your one night stands? Because I am not in for any of those."

"I'll make your brother like me, everyone likes me," he smirked. "You walked, remember. And I know where Anton lives, so when he said that you were his sister, I just kind of assumed that you lived near him or with him. That's why when you entered this house, and this room lit up, that's when I knew that I was in the right place. And no, I won't hurt you, trust me. You won’t be one of those girls.”

"There's nobody that everyone likes," I looked at him. "You have to go before he gets home. How can I even trust you? I don't even know your real name."

"Runaway with me," he simply stated.

"Maybe tomorrow I’ll run away with you," I chuckled. "Where?”

"Uhhmm... Wait, I can’t see you," he said, moving towards the spot with the best lighting during this night time in my balcony. 

I paced towards where he was trying to go to, “What’s your name?

"I’m Lieutenant Jake Seresin. I promise you that I will not in any way hurt you. You've changed me,” he said as he stopped moving.

I gulped a huge chunk of my own saliva, "I’ll see you tomorrow, Jake.”

"Promise me," he smiled, a sweet smile that can make you melt. "Promise me that you’ll see me tomorrow. Nobody else, only me.”

"Only you, you're the only thing that I'll see forever," I reciprocated the smile. "In my eyes, in my words, and in everything but you ever."

"And there will be nothing for me but Y/N, every sight that I'll see will be Y/N," he moved a bit closer to me.

"Always you, every thought I'll ever know," I took the necessary amount of steps to reach the edge. "Everywhere I go, you'll be."

"All the world is only you and me!" We both said at the same time.

"Tonight, tonight," I blushed, remembering what happened earlier. "It all began tonight. I saw you and the world went away. There's only you tonight, what you are, what you do, what you say."

"Today, all day I had the feeling that a miracle would happen, I know now that I was right, for here you are, and what was just a world is a star, tonight!" Hangman finally climbed into the balcony. 

"Tonight, the world is full of light," I said in awe of his presence, that he was already standing in front of me.

"With suns and moons all over the place," he followed me, wrapping his arms around my body. "Tonight, the world is wild and bright, going mad shooting sparks into space."

"Today, the world was just an address," I looked up to meet his eyes. "A place for me to live in, no better than all right, but here you are and what was just a world is a star tonight."

The two of us shared a kiss, with sparks all over. His lips, unlike earlier, were now slightly chapped, yet still soft. You could feel the love, the need from him, something that I am needing and wanting as well. All I wanted at that moment was him, Jake Seresin, to be engulfed by this very fine man kissing me. Our arms enveloping each other as if we really needed the presence of one another. Again, if this were a movie, a sweet, melodious song would play, probably accompanied by a choreographed fireworks sequence in the background. The two of us disconnected, both gasping for air, but still with grins on our faces. 

I know that he was an experienced man, and it is just too good to be true for someone like him to like me. If you told me that these things will happen tonight, I would've probably smacked you in the head, telling you that you are losing your mind. However, being able to experience it was a lot different. I am actually living in this moment, and it is just very hard to explain, I could just be with him forever, and I wouldn’t mind.

“Y/N!” I heard my brother’s voice shout. He probably arrived when I was so into the moment with Jake. “We’re home.”

I pulled myself to reply, “Okay, sleep well!” I turned my attention back to Hangman, “Tomorrow.”

He looked down at me and smirked, “What time?”

“I don’t know,” I blushed at my stupid answer.

“Meet me at the Hard Deck at sunset,” he said as he kissed my forehead.