#tiny comfort

[blueberrypancakesworld]

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warning : tiny comfort, darker themes , little yandere behaviour , obsession , obsessed love , mutual love , little swearing , tiny mention of blood , nervousness , angst , love , kissing , touching eachother , nothing graphical in smut and blood , little drinking , blackmailing basically , open ending , make out, minors don't interact

Charlie Walker/Ghostface x fem reader

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The evening was dark and relatively cool when the small pling from her mobile phone made the eighteen-year-old look up. Glancing up from her homework and books, she picked up her phone and typed on the small screen.

It was a message from one of her friends. Party at the barn.Stabathon-free alcohol come over she read the message and sighed slightly. Not that she wouldn't want to come. But the exam period was coming up and a party compared to the anger of her parents would be something she wanted to avoid.

On the other hand, a little fun and a little alcohol would be a deliberate distraction. And the old, big barn was not too far away. A short drive. A little fun never hurt she thought and decided to finish the sentence before changing.

The thought did cross her mind because of the murders that had been committed in the last few days. Actually, her parents had hung up an exit spear after eight o'clock in the evening. But she thought this was a bit exaggerated.

Uncertainty lay in her gaze as she looked at herself in the mirror. There are still other people here, said this little voice calling for a party. Suddenly the doubts were gone and the fun was there. She looked at herself again in the mirror a loose outfit not uncomfortable but not a looker either.

Simple and appropriate for a horror party. With another pling on her mobile phone she picked it up. Charlie is here too ;) she read the little extra message and a smile flitted across her lips. Charlie Walker, the acknowledged nerd of the group, film club leader and her crush.

Ever since she had seen him at Woodsboroo high school she couldn't get away from him. His friendly, cheerful manner when he talked about movies. How much he knew about movies, his whole being attracted her. Only the glow in his blue eyes when Kirby even spoke to him was something she noticed.

Kirby Reed she knew, no everyone knew that Charlie had a thing for the blonde. He seemed to be attached to her like a dog. She's just using him she thought after hearing this herself as the girls walked by. She knew the girls only briefly, most of all she had to do with Jill.

They had been assigned to several school projects together and even then they got along quite well. But now that she was already going to a party where Charlie was and not Kirby, she could take advantage of the situation. Maybe he'll notice me she hoped and opened her wardrobe again.

She had tried on everything from her normal everyday clothes to her pyjamas and communion dress. All except two things. ,,This is a bit extreme," she muttered and took the short leather skirt and the loose blood-red blouse out of the wardrobe. Holding the two items up, she pondered for a moment. ,,So what?" she decided and put on the clothes she had once bought for Halloween as a joke.

At that time she wanted to go as a hooker with all her friends just for fun. Teenage fantasy she thought and smiled as she turned in front of the mirror. The clothes just looked a lot better than they did a few years ago. It accentuated her curves, her legs were visible all the way up her thighs.

The red blouse made her décolletage clear. He's going to notice me she thought resolutely and grabbed her leather jacket before grabbing her mobile phone and car keys. Walking out of her room, she listened in on the house. She heard the sound of the television downstairs in the living room. A good sign.

Creeping slowly down the stairs, she peeked around the corner into the living room. Both asleep she thought happily as she heard her father snoring lightly and her mother snuggled up to him. Creeping along, she took the black high heels before taking her car key from the small key bowl and opening the door.

Pulling it quietly behind her, she hurried to her car and got in. ,,Done" she muttered in relief and started the engine before driving off towards Stabathon. The drive didn't take long - she was on the road for about ten minutes before she heard the relatively loud noises.

Parking the car, stuffing the key in her jacket pocket to her handy she headed for the barn. This looks good she thought and grinned when she saw all the decorations and slightly dressed up people. Even though her outfit definitely stood out from the others.

She didn't have a knife stuck in her chest, or a ghostface mask, or even the jacket of her football team. She was dressed relatively inconspicuously for the party. She tried to find her boyfriend but gave up after a few minutes.

Too many people with too many of the same costumes and too much alcohol. Looking around she finally found the bar with the drinks.

Heading for it, she found the alcohol in a large glass bowl before grabbing one of the red plastic cups. ,,Y/n the best animatress of our film club in her gorgeous outfit" she suddenly heard a voice next to her and jerked around. ,,You scared me Robbie," she said, shaking her head slightly.

Robbie was the second boss of the film club and Charlie's best friend. She knew he was recording her and it was being streamed live. ,,Don't do that," she said, taking the first sip of alcohol as he looked her up and down with his camera for the third time.

Defensively, he raised his hands and chuckled. ,,What? It's not often you come out like that, a real beauty," he said, but quickly fell silent as he heard the warning look from his classmate. ,,Thanks Robbie, you really are a gentleman" she said rolling her eyes and swearing inwardly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after all.

She took another sip of the drink and was about to leave when Robbie walked around her and cut her off. ,,Sorry, I didn't mean that, come on, let me get you a VIP seat," he said with a smile and pointed to the stage. Nodding, she followed him and quickly arrived at a ladder leading to the upper area. ,,Are you serious straw?" she asked and took one of the stalks between her hands.

Before she threw it at him, which Robbie returned with a roll of his eyes. ,,No, go up and sit or stand on the railing so you can see everything," he said, seeming slightly excited as he looked at his watch. ,,Thanks" she murmured as he left to start the welcoming speech before she made her way upstairs. He's right, she thought, leaning against the wooden railing where she could see everything. A small smile flitted across her lips as she listened to their speech, paying more attention to Charlie than anything else.

Regardless, she took another sip of the alcohol and looked at the first staff for a while. Before she suddenly heard a creaking behind her. The creaking of wood, someone coming towards her. She put the cup down on the railing and spun around. She was already prepared for a prank in the worst case scenario.

To her surprise Charlie showed up. ,,Hi Charlie," she said, slightly surprised, and smiled at him. He was leaning against one of the stacked bales of straw. The white button-up shirt clung loosely to his torso. The grey shirt underneath which was slightly visible through the slightly open collar.

The long brown hair that always looked so soft to her. Almost fluffy. The small smile on his lips and the piercing look of his blue eyes. He was perfect. ,,Hey, I didn't think you were coming," he said, walking up to her before standing next to her.

She felt how nervous she was, how fast her heart suddenly beat, her fingers tangled in her skirt and she stared at him. ,,Yeah, me neither...well a friend texted me to come" she admitted and quickly looked away as he looked from the film to her.

In the corner of her eye, she saw his eyes pass over her form. He's looking at me, she thought excitedly and grinned slightly. ,,You think this stabbing is so funny?" he asked with an amused tone in his voice when he saw her smile. Protectively she put her hands up slightly, ,,No...I um just had to think of a joke" she said hastily and would have preferred to sink into the ground. He nodded slightly in disbelief and turned back to the film.

She continued to watch him and felt almost stupid after five minutes of endless waiting. Do something she urged herself, because one thing she couldn't do was flirt. Or even make a real move. She had once asked him if she should stay for the break to help with the club, or have a coffee. She had even asked him for homework, but at the last moment she withdrew her book with the note for a meeting.

The idea came from Jill and not even from her. ,,Hey, I've got to get back to Robbie's for the next film, see you later," he said suddenly, pushing himself slightly off the railing. ,,Um, yeah, have fun," she mumbled and would have liked to push herself down.

He had just disappeared behind the bales of straw and she was already thinking about finishing the alcohol before she plunged down when he suddenly reappeared. ,,Hey, if you're up for a little party at Kirby's house, why don't you come?" he said hurriedly and she called after him with a ,,I will, thank you!". It's at Kirby's...but he invited me she thought happily and decided to go in search of her friends again. Not knowing that the evening would be all the more exciting.

Not only had Gale turned up, but the real Ghostface and the sheriff were all here. But when the first shot was fired by Dewie, she had run outside with the crowd for fear of being arrested.

As well as becoming another victim of Ghostface. ,,What a night," she muttered as she started the engine and drove down the road to Kirby. Parking the car and getting out, she saw the lights on in the house.They must have left earlier she thought, her high heels clicking lightly on the street before she went inside.

The door was open. But after only a few steps inside she heard voices and a slight relief spread. ,,You knew the door was open, didn't you?" she asked as she walked in and looked into the faces of Robbie, Kirby, Jill and Charlie. Only the latter gave her a small smile. Almost as if he was relieved that she was here.

But she could have imagined that. ,,Y/n, what are you doing here?" Jill asked in surprise and stood up before pulling the other into a light hug. ,,Charlie invited me," she answered briefly and Robbie handed her a bottle of high-proof alcohol. ,,Drink to the survival of my masterpiece," the camera man ordered and she took a light sip. ,,Whatever I invited you...we're watching Stab Seven now," Charlie announced and took care of the film.

Jill sat back on the couch next to Kirby who hadn't said a word to the new girl. Robbie moved a few feet away to the kitchen and continued to complain, mumbling. And Y/n sat down on the left, on the other side of Charlie.

Not that she didn't want to be with him, but Kirby seemed to be looking at her with a look she knew too well. Get out of here, the blonde seemed to say. As best she could, she tried to ignore the look and took a few more sips of the alcohol.

A few minutes had passed and Stab was in full swing when she slowly felt the warmth in her body. She was not drunk if at all slightly tipsy but the warmth told her she had had enough for now.

Putting the bottle on the table, she took off her leather jacket and her red blouse stood out as an eye-catcher. ,,Someone has made herself pretty," she suddenly heard Kirby say. The blonde looked at her carefully and smiled charmingly. But there was annoyance in her eyes. ,,So what?" she asked back and raised an eyebrow before standing up.

Grabbing the bottle, she took another step towards Kirby. ,,Nothing...nothing the question is for whom?" she probed further and Y/n became more uncomfortable by the second. She didn't like the way the evening was going. ,,For no one but me," she countered and walked past the blonde to hand Robbie the bottle and grab a glass of water.

Walking back she just saw a shadow coming from the right before she bumped into someone coming in with firm steps. ,,Ouch...Trevor?" she said as she stumbled back slightly from the force of the older and taller man. Surprise showed on everyone's faces as the one they didn't think was coming appeared. ,,Great" she muttered and looked at the stain of water on her blouse.

Right in the area of her bust and the black lace of her bra pressed against it. ,,The bathroom is upstairs," Robbie said, averting his gaze from her and his camera. ,,Peeping Tom" Y/n muttered, slightly annoyed, and went up the stairs. A few moments later she heard Jill leaving with Trevor, looking for her mobile phone, and Robbie going out onto the terrace. Only Kirby and Charlie stayed behind.

Finding herself in a house and hallway with endless doors, she was baffled. ,,Just great" she mumbled before sighing and opening one door after the other which seemed to take forever. How rich is she? she asked herself when she found the third guest room and the second walk-in wardrobe. Before she finally found the bathroom with another door. Turning on the light she grabbed one of the towels and tried to dry it somehow.

She wanted to avoid walking around in a visible bra all evening. Taking the towel off her clothes, the stain had only receded slightly. Sighing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her bra was still slightly visible on closer inspection, but otherwise it was fine.

Leaning on the sink, she ran her hand through her hair. Did he even look at me? she asked herself and decided to go back downstairs. The evening was not over yet, even though she could hardly hear any sounds coming from downstairs. Walking down the corridor she suddenly heard a creaking sound like a door.

Looking around, she saw that a door to the guest room was slightly open. Did Jill go in there? she asked herself and decided to check. She hoped it was Jill or just a pet and not a stupid prank by Kirby.

That was the last thing she wanted. She opened the door a little wider and slipped inside before taking a few steps inside and standing in the middle of the room. ,,Hello?" she asked into the darkness but got no answer.

Suddenly the light from the bedside lamp came on and gave the room a slight orange tint. Not bright enough to dazzle but not too dark to see anything. Only the shadows of the furniture and things seemed more threatening.

She had flinched and scurried around as the door closed and suddenly Charlie was leaning against the door, causing it to close. ,,Charlie...you scared me," she said, grabbing her upper body before a small unsmiling smile came to her lips. ,,Is everything all right? It's pretty quiet down there?" she asked and took a step towards him. For the first time, however, it seemed that something had changed in him. His gaze remained on her, not avoiding her, and there was no Kirby in his blue eyes.

He seemed to be looking only at her. An engaging feeling, she found. ,,Everything is fine, Jill is outside with Trevor. Robbie is on the terrace recording and Kirby...she's asleep on the couch" he said after a short silence and walked away from the door with a click. Did he lock it? the question entered her head, but she could have imagined the click. ,,That's good...and you?" she asked and continued to look at him. Her heart seemed to have never beaten so fast as she realised how close they were.

Alone together in a room. No party, no friends, no Kirby, just her and Charlie. ,,Oh, I just wanted to check on you, I was worried, you know? You can't be too careful about the killer, can you?" he asked and slowly approached her. The question took her slightly by surprise.

Ghostface. She had been aware of him. But she as a victim. Why? Because she drew for the film club, read books and had a crush? No, she wouldn't be a victim. ,,That's true, but if he's really copying the original murders, then well, I'm not a suitable victim, I don't have a role in all this," she said, gesturing around her as if the others were here.

An amused chuckle crossed his lips as his blue eyes continued to look at her. ,,Are you sure? I mean the killer could also think of something new...something unexpected" he said and took another step towards her.

He was standing in front of her now, looking at her and not seeming to want to let her go. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest as she looked into his eyes. ,,And what?" she dared to ask as she felt him twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers. Her heart beat even faster.

His look was amused, almost pleased with himself. As if he had accomplished something. Something important. ,,A move," she heard him say before he came closer and closer before kissing her. She felt his other hand on her hip, pulling her slightly closer. She sighed and her hands went to his torso.

He was gentle and careful she was uncertain and reluctant. It was apparently the first kiss for both of them. But it was incredible. Her heart was full of love. She had closed her eyes but noticed the small smile on his lips when he broke away. Through the light he seemed to tower over her even more.

As if his shadow enveloped and covered her. Enchanting her and keeping her close. It was a pleasant feeling, there was only the two of them. She saw the small blush on his cheeks as he carefully let a hand wander over her breast. ,,Oh man," he murmured as he squeezed gently and she couldn't help but smile.

He was completely fascinated by the new feeling and she felt herself falling for him more and more. Dare said her inner voice and she reached for his other hand and brought it to her lips before giving it a soft kiss and placing it on her other breast. ,,That's wow - I mean, am-am I hurting you?" he asked suddenly, almost startled as he seemed to sense her brief shudder.

It was true that she was as good as inexperienced in the area of intimacy. At least as far as contact with twits was concerned, but now there was no better chance. She leaned forward and gave him another gentle kiss.

Before she told him, ,,No...please go on, it feels good," even though she also felt the warmth on her cheeks. They both seemed to have to overcome their insecurity little by little. With caution and uncertainty. She felt him deepen the kiss and his hands continued to run over her body. Exploring every inch and yet with a caution. With a caution almost out of fear of hurting her or out of rejection.

She noticed how he detached himself from her and his gaze went to the guest bed. Suddenly she realised what he meant but the uncertainty she had felt was almost gone. Instead, she felt comfortable, comfortable with the thought of what it could lead to.

Nodding slightly, she took his hand and he led her to the bed. Standing in front of it, he engaged her in another kiss just as he was about to say something. ,,I-" she started before suddenly a clang and a scream could be heard from below. ,,What was that?" she immediately asked in alarm and looked at Charlie who was looking at the door.

Walking past Charlie, she wanted to look outside. ,,If it's Jill, then-" she couldn't get any further when a hand suddenly came down on hers and he gently but firmly pulled her back. ,,It's only Kirby, she must have dropped a bottle," she heard him say, but his voice seemed to have almost changed.

The tone of lightness was gone. It seemed almost commanding, controlling. He's going to keep me here, she thought, feeling her heart beat fast.

But whether out of love or slight fear, she couldn't tell. ,,Are you sure? I mean, there's a murderer on the loose here," she admitted to her concerns and she flinched in surprise when she felt his lips on her neck. He laughed lightly. ,,It's a good thing we're together," he whispered and he seemed different.

As if his nice, friendly, almost sometimes retiring manner was to some extent an act. She felt him continue to spread kisses greedily and needily on her neck. His hands ran lightly over her breasts and he traced the lace of her bra. Goosebumps spread over her body.

A pleasant feeling. As if he was hiding behind something, knowing that he knew something. That he knew something she didn't. ,,Yeah...but here," she stated a little uncertainly and gently pushed him away from her. She knew that maybe it was a one-time moment and yet something inside her told her that something was wrong.

But what? She looked at him again. His eyes seemed darker, still blue, but the good seemed to be gone. His gaze held hers as if he was proud. But proud of what? ,,Are you sure everything is alright with Kirby?" she asked, trying to read his reaction. To her surprise, he almost sighed in annoyance. As if the talking was annoying him and he wasn't nervous at all.

As if he saw it as annoying. ,,The bitch is fine!," he said suddenly, upset but full of resentment. What happened? she asked herself again as she realised that something was definitely wrong. But he immediately realised his mistake as the girl took a step back. Away from him, back away from him. Out of fear. ,,Charlie...what have you done?" she dared to ask and her hands clawed at her skirt in fear of the truth.

Defensively he raised his hands and came towards her trying to explain himself but stopped when she pointed at his shirt. ,,Is-Is...that blood?" she asked, slightly afraid when she finally noticed the small dark spot on his white shirt. Astonishment was in his eyes as he wiped his fingers over the stain.

She saw him lick the substance from his fingers and an uncomfortable shiver came over her. ,,You-you are", ,,Ghostface" he finished her sentence before a knife bored into the wall next to her head, blocking her way. A short cry escaped her lips. Fear had a grip on her, devastating fear. Fear of dying, fear of being hurt. Fear of him in a mix of attraction.

It was scary. ,,Please Charlie," she tried, but whimpered as she felt his fingers brushing against the strands of her hair again. ,,Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?" he asked and seemed to be waiting for her answer.

But he didn't get it and only an anxious shake of the head. ,,No? Well, let's say long enough to know that you're just like me," he said with a happiness that couldn't have been more inappropriate. Not when the cold steel of the knife next to her head could still mean her death. ,,I didn't kill anyone," she dared to say, wincing as he laughed and his eyes darted briefly to the knife.

As if he were weighing when he would kill her. ,,Oh no, I don't mean that... no, I mean our kind, our feelings, you know? I mean we were both just too shy to talk to each other all the time" he explained what he meant and slowly she understood. Slowly she understood him.

Slowly she realised that her crush was a crazy serial killer who had wanted her as an honourary victim all along. She had been the victim for months. ,,And now you're going to kill me?" she asked, looking back from the knife into his eyes. Again he smirked and seemed to enjoy it.

Enjoying having the confidence, enjoying having something and not just being a plaything. He let go of her hairline and his hand moved carefully, almost shyly, over the warm skin of her neck.

Before he lingered there and slowly and gently put his hand around her neck. ,,No, no I would never kill you. Not like Kirby, that fucking bitch...I just didn't want to believe it until now. And now we finally have each other" he began to whisper softly, audible only to them both.

But clearly understandable. Has he had this side all this time? she asked herself, seeming to see this side of pent-up anger, hatred, disappointment and all the emotions only rarely if ever for the first time. And it fascinated her to a small extent inside.

Fascinated and frightened her. ,,I-I...was always afraid that you would never look at me," she suddenly admitted. For fear that they would be her last words. For fear of never having confessed to him. ,,I have always seen you, my precious girl" he murmured and gave her a soft chaste kiss on her lips.

As if he was going back to his old self for a moment. ,,What did you want to say to me earlier?" the question seemed to come back to his mind. But there was a certain impulse in his eyes. As if he was afraid of getting the wrong answer. As if he was afraid that she had even played with him. Suddenly the grip around her neck became slightly stronger.

Not strong enough to cut off her air but enough to give her a warning before he picked up the knife again. ,,I-I wanted to say that I...love you," she admitted. They just looked at each other for a moment. For a moment in which he seemed to be weighing whether he could trust her.

A moment in which she decided whether she could trust him. A moment was enough before he pulled the knife out of the wall and kissed her. The metal clanked to the floor, but it was nothing. It didn't matter that he was Ghostface, it didn't matter that she was actually afraid.

It was the realisation that they loved each other that penetrated them both and made them forget their situation for a moment. ,,I love you too" she heard him say and it was the first time in the night that she felt hope next to fear. Hope that when all this was over she had a chance at love with Charlie. A chance that everything would turn out well.

Because she knew if she didn't make it out of here he would keep her for himself. Because underneath his friendly, cute, nerdy exterior, he was a hurt, scared, insecure serial killer who found redemption in her. And they both seemed to know that she could give him love.

The love to forgive him for what he had done. She was his and whether she wanted to or not he would not let her go. His sweet, dear, beautiful light of hope. No she would never leave him. He would make sure of that.

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[ulgapodatkowa]

i said it once before and I'll say it again: queer community. the calypso's birthday episode is fucking pride man. and for izzy, oh for izzy, to be able to finally be free like that? he doesn't understand wee john's 'look' at first but he knows how it makes him feel, so he gets one as well. and for such a repressed queer man to be able to walk out in drag it's huge. AND he sings a love song!! la vie en rose, that's a staple of love repertoire. so izzy feels comfortable, at home enough to be able to go on the deck and show himself as a queer man that loves. he finally accepts that about himself enough to show it. he kisses wee john's hand. he puts on a show. and the crew loves it, sings along with him at the end. one more song indeed, cocksuckers!

[dizzybizz]

trailblazer makes a wikihow on how to become a raccoon

they commission gepard to do the art

[lazylittledragon]

fucking love finding a new account of a beautiful goth trans woman and seeing that her bio says 'game dev'. like Of Course you are. fuck yeah i love you

[originalartblog]

Question, is there tiny soukoku corruption??????

With big Chuuya around I don't think Tiny would ever need to use Corruption. His tiny gravity manipulation isn't as strong.

But you got it in my head so let's picture it: there is this 3cm-tall dude that faintly glows red and throws deadly baseballs around. He's fast, dangerous, and, again, 3cm tall. Good luck catching, or even spotting him.

It's Chuuya who ends up having to catch him and throw him at Dazai like a ping pong ball so Dazai can nullify him. Or maybe throw Tinyzai at him. Your pick.

and then Tiny rolls over and starts snoring the hurt away because he's Chuuya and he's just built different.

tiny snore

[w1lmuttart]

Drawing minish cap link everyday til I no longer have artblock™️

What difference three days make lol

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 190

“I’m going to adopt them.” 

“Danny no, I love you but no. Do not.” 

Danny, of course, did not listen, and instead scooped up the feral ghostling. “No no, I’m adopting. We’re adopting now. Look at his itty bitty fangs and big eyes, how can you say no to that?” 

"..."

Valerie, to no one's surprise, is not impressed with her boyfriends returning after being told to ‘go touch grass’ with a literal child. Sam, on the other hand, is not surprised at all.

“I’ll get a room in the lair set up, say kiddo, you like gargoyles?” 

The child does indeed, like gargoyles. 

[azuldoodles]

Too shy

[hairmetal666]

Steve and Eddie don't like each other at first. Or, no, that's not quite right. They're still bonded from everything. They're friends, sort of, but they don't spend time together outside the group, have trouble talking one-on-one.

Steve doesn't think about it much. So, he and Eddie won't ever be real friends, okay. He's a little disappointed, but mostly he doesn't understand how he feels about the other guy. He's always anxious when Eddie's around, clumsy and stuttering, infected with Robin's tendency to nervous chatter. It doesn't make sense. It's just Eddie. But that's the thing. It's Eddie and Steve doesn't know how to act around him.

And Eddie? Well, he spends a lot of time avoiding Steve because the fucking cascade of butterflies he gets every time Harrington is around. He knows what it means, knows even he isn't immune to the Harrington charm, but he needs to be. He needs to keep his heart safe. So, he keeps his distance because Steve Harrington is not for him and never will be.

It changes during movie nights. First it's teasing Dustin and Mike, mocking whatever horrible movie the kids put on, and then it's inside jokes, and playful bickering, and evenings with just the two of them drinking beer and sharing joints.

Then it's August. It's too hot everywhere and Steve's parents are home, so they're in Steve's car, driving with no destination, a couple joints in Eddie's jacket pocket and a six-pack in the trunk. They're listening to a mixtape Eddie made Steve, a bunch of metal. Steve still doesn't get it but there are a couple of songs he enjoys. Rainbow in the Dark starts--this is one Steve likes, reminds him of Eddie and not just because it's Dio. Sun filters through foliage and into the car windows, backlighting Eddie's curls like he's some kind of deity, beautiful and ethereal, not part of this world.

Steve starts singing along to the music, can't help himself. His friend throws him a beaming smile, big enough that Steve thinks his heart stops. He smiles back. He and Eddie sing the rest of the song together, and Steve is...he's content. He's happy. He hasn't felt this way since--well fuck--since 1983. Their eyes meet again, gazes linger, warmth pools in Steve's chest and low in his stomach.

Oh. He thinks. That's what this is. It settles something inside him, the knowing.

Time passes, they get closer, share a bed most nights. Doesn't matter where as long as they're together. Sleep better this way, both of them.

They're at the trailer when it happens, sharing a joint, loosely tucked against each other in bed.

"I've never had a friend like you," Eddie says. His eyes stay fixed on the smoke he exhaled. "I know you and Robin are--like, I get it. But you're--for me--"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He flushes from his chest to forehead. "For me too."

It's enough, they both think. They're standing on the edge of more have been for months, but this? This is good. There's no need to push, to force. They're hurt, Steve thinks. They're healing. And they have time.

Corroded Coffin plays their first show back at the Hideout in December. Steve's never seen Eddie like this, performing. His shirt is cropped and artfully torn, his jeans more rip than pants. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair is wild. And the way he moves, sinuous and sleek, hips thrusting in a tantalizing rhythm as he shreds on the guitar. Steve wants so badly he feels it in his teeth.

He finds Eddie smoking behind the Hideout after the set. His eye are too bright, his smile manic, the adrenaline keying him up to the highest setting of Eddie. Steve knows he matches the energy, can't help it.

Eddie throws himself into Steve's arms, wrapping around him tight enough that no space lingers. The musician presses his face into Steve's neck, nuzzling, lips pressing against his pulse point. They touch always, share a bed and cuddle, but never like this; nothing like this. Steve pulls Eddie closer, and groans at the mutual swivel of their hips.

Eddie's breath comes in panting bursts, and Steve thinks, "here it is, finally, finally," but the door next to them bangs open and they jump apart at the noise.

Their friends and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come out, frolicking and shouting, complimenting Eddie on the show. If anyone noticed them embracing, notices the way they both adjust their clothing to hide their matching arousal, they don't say anything.

Steve wakes early the next morning, early enough that Eddie doesn't even stir beside him, hair wild and eyeliner smeared.

He gets out of bed, starts breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Eddie's favorite. He's so intent on cooking that he doesn't hear the other man come up behind him, doesn't realize he's even awake until a warm body presses to his back, long-fingered hands slipping under his t-shirt, tracing the scars on his stomach. He leans into it without a thought. They touch all the time, but they don't touch like this.

"Watcha making, sweetheart?" Eddie whispers.

"Your favorite," Steve answers.

Eddie makes a little sound, almost a whimper, and presses his face to Steve's neck. Steve lifts his chin, leaning into Eddie and offering more. Warm lips press against his jaw, down to the moles on his throat. A moan slips from his lips as he grinds his ass into Eddie's hardness. The other man groans, grabbing at Steve's hips.

Somewhere in the press of their bodies, Steve has the presence of mind to turn. He lifts his hands, cups Eddie's jaw, thumbs caressing the stubbled, scarred skin of his cheeks. "Okay?" He asks. His voice shakes.

Eddie's eyes are wide, shining, and he swallows hard. Steve knows he's overwhelmed, knows that the words won't come. Instead, Eddie nods, and finally finally they kiss.

Steve is flying. His blood soars in his veins, his heart lifts off. It was always supposed to be this. Always supposed to be them.

It was slow. It was easy. It was small jokes, and long looks, and little touches, and singing in cars and best friends and sharing beds.

His heart belonged to Eddie Munson for months. It will belong to him forever.

[fear-no-mort]

favourite thing: his new habit of saying uhuh/mhm and also this

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ My Doll ~ Brahms Heelshire ~

warning : +18, minors don't interact, smut, angst, hurt, emotional, praise kink

Summary : Once again a night is over and sin has been committed. But the goal is still there, yet it seems so far away. So what if you forget something and a husband wants his doll. A brief conversation about a certain incident in the asylum arouses curiosity and a board game with lascivious consequences.

Info : Beware dear reader this fanfiction was writen by me two years ago. So the smut might be not the best. I hope you still like it

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Darkness fell over her. She still felt the throbbing pain in her head and the headache that went with it. The sweet darkness enveloping her was balm. No masses and serial killers wanting to kill and using her. It seemed such a short time since she had gone to the institution. But how long had she been here? Days, weeks or months, she didn't know.

She had no sense of time, for what could she do but pass the time with her husbands. The darkness that surrounded her was better than any of them. Everything seemed better than with them.

She would have liked to sink into it forever. She would have fallen asleep in her own dream and dreamt of the most beautiful things. At least maybe a loving man. But what made her sin true was the unspoken truth that burdened her.

But it would take time for this to come to light. All at once she opened her eyes again and darkness surrounded her. But she knew it was not the darkness of sleep, it was the darkness of reality. Feeling around, she found the switch of the bedside lamp.

Pressing it, she found herself in the room where she was chained. But without the chain she was free, as free as one could be with a serial killer in an institution. Rising from the bed, she went to the door. She listened but only the silence of the prison came towards her.

She was about to open the door when the events with Bo came upon her. The church, the attempted escape, Vincent's help, the door that closed and threw everything away. The sex.

Once again the conflict was created, it was just to survive, wasn't it? Or was it?Not something out of base desires and the moment because he had forced himself on her and she had allowed it.

Shaking off this conflict, she opened the door before stepping out into the hallway. Nothing had changed, the worn walls still looked back at her. But the floor seemed normal again, no rose petals and no church in sight.

But when she heard footsteps she couldn't place, she made her way down the corridor towards the elevator. She looked around to the back, but apart from the flickering lights, there seemed to be no one there. Or was she already so caught up in the madness that she no longer saw it. But something gnawed inside her as if she had forgotten something. But what was it?

Only when the chair arrived did she get on it to escape the lowest level. But what she didn't see were the two soul mirrors looking at her with incomprehension and anger. ,,My doll" said the childish voice in the darkness before disappearing into the wall.

The chair arrived at the top level and she felt the air with more oxygen and the cold coming through the broken windows. But it seemed a welcome change for her. Yet she knew she still had three serial killers here. Michael who had not touched her gently by the car. And the two scream killers Billy and Stu.

A shiver ran through her as she thought of Michael's grip. She had no chance, she was their prey. Moving away from the lift, she walked through the corridors to get a closer look at the prison.

She had been running ever since she arrived. Although the prisoners' marriages seemed to be over, the rest of the killers seemed to get their marriages through her. ,, Well, if it isn't our new prey," she heard a voice she could identify as Stu.

She turned around and saw the two men standing in the corridor. How long have they been there? the question popped into her head.,, Not exactly, but it was Y/n remember better," his friend reprimanded him and snapped at his head. ,, Can I help you?" she asked, not knowing what else to ask. The two came closer but Y/n didn't feel really threatened.

Whether it was because they didn't carry weapons or because they were younger than the other killers, she didn't know. ,, Maybe, maybe not, how about a visit to our place?" Billy suggested and made an inviting gesture towards the room. They will not and cannot kill you, her inner voice reminded her. She nodded hesitantly before they positioned themselves to her left and right and took her towards the common room.

It hadn't changed much even though they were in their early twenties, the room still resembled a teenager's. It looked bizarre and yet it had to be done. It seemed bizarre and yet she couldn't help but think of her own past.

Teeanger time was supposed to be the best. Not that she didn't like her teeanger time, love problems, trying out, alcohol, a cigarette, being bullied, but everything was normal.

If she had known back then that she would end up in a crazy asylum with eleven serial killers in her early twenties, she probably would have changed her mind. Wouldn't she ? ,, It is... interesting" she said after she had looked around. Her gaze lingered briefly on the dartboard where the knives still impaled the image of Sidney before she looked at Stu.

The blond-haired man settled down on an older couch and looked past her to Billy. ,, Yeah, it took a while to get everything ready after the incident," the brown haired man said dismissively, playing with a dart in his hand. ,, The incident?" came curiously from her lips and she looked at Billy. ,, The incident took place a few years ago," he began, but fell silent when Stu interrupted him. ,, You are not the first victim to come here, well at least the first female, the two I remember were male. Only one of them managed to escape, but that's unfortunate," Billy finished and seemed to want to go on when he fell silent. ,, What's wrong?" asked Y/n, but a brief grin on their lips was what made them nervous.

Then she heard the rattling and cracking in the wall. ,, Brahms" his name came over her lips before the wall in the room broke open and the murderer came in. ,, Our room," Stu grumbled, but didn't seem to worry about the cold stare. ,, Games time, you promised," he said, but it was not the child the man was talking about.

As he said these words it dawned on her and she knew what she had forgotten. ,, Yes, of course I did, ehm what do you want to play?" she asked and pulled herself together not to retreat when he stood in front of her.

She had to look up to see the eyes behind the mask. ,, We'll play in my room," he decided and before she could say anything else he had grabbed Y/n's wrist and pulled her towards the door. ,, Please," she tried to appeal to Stu and Billy, but all they could do was grin before Billy joined Stu on the couch.

So Brahms continued to pull them relentlessly behind him and seemed like a defiant child. ,, Brahms, stop it, I can walk myself, I'm your caretaker," she said to him in a firm voice. He stopped abruptly and she almost ran into him. She felt his heavy breathing as if he was fighting with himself not to strangle her.

Then he let go of her wrist and simply pointed to the corridor in front of them. ,, Good boy," she praised him briefly before getting into the lift downstairs with Brahms. She could feel his eyes on her as if he wanted to grab her by the throat every second. When the lift clicked into place and the grate opened, she stepped out before Brahms took the seat next to her again.

They walked together down the corridor to his room before she entered and Brahms closed the door. What left her with a worried look was the click of the key. He locked it her inner voice said before her gaze went to Brahms. ,, Let's play Y/n," he said before walking over to a table and taking out a board game.

Uncertainly, she settled into a cross-legged seat on the slightly dusty carpet and waited patiently for him to set up the game. After a short wait, it was set up and they were ready to play.

It was simple child's play to roll the right number, move his piece and get to the goal. At some point he started to murmur a melody and Y/n looked at the door every now and then. She was trapped until he allowed her freedom into the larger cage.

They continued to play until Y/n asked, ,, Is this your favourite game?" Brahms, whose turn it was to throw the dice, paused before putting them aside and looking at her. ,, No, I like to play something else with my...doll " he confessed and stood up.

She was not blind, she knew he had changed completely. In a flash she had jumped up and was about to rush to the door when he grabbed her wrist again and threw her onto the bed with a leap. For a moment, a dizziness ran through her mind before she had Brahms on top of her.

Since the bed was not too big, she was trapped under him. ,, My doll," she heard him murmur before she felt one of his hands in her hair. Her fear-filled eyes flitted over his face, checking for signs of emotion, but there was nothing there except the mask and the gleaming eyes. No empathy or rational understanding. Only lust.

Like the puppeteer he went through her hair again and again as if he wanted to confirm that he was looking at a living person. And not the dead used body of the previous babysitter. A shiver ran through her body as he left her hair and moved to her neck.

She felt him squeeze and his thumb lay on her cervical artery. ,, You are warm...and alive" she heard them murmur and she tried to turn away but he only gripped her tighter. She didn't want to imagine what he would do to her if she were dead. Disgusting. While his one hand gripped her neck, his other moved down to her breasts.

To her astonishment, however, he paused. ,, You have to undress a doll," she heard him murmur before his hand moved to her dress. ,, Please don't break it," she said and her hand went to the one on her dress. Brahms looked at her with a slightly tilted head.

To her surprise, he gently took off her dress. He heedlessly threw it to the floor and she tried to cover her body somehow. Goosebumps had formed and for the first time the room seemed cool to her. But what brought her back to Brahms was the greedy grip on her breasts.

But despite the fact that he was greedy and only wanted her, she couldn't deny that he seemed to have some idea. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when a gasp escaped her. She looked down as far as she could and saw that he had pushed his mask up slightly. Just enough so that his mouth and beard were visible.

He kissed her breasts and occasionally pinched her nipples before licking them almost apologetically and nervously to make amends. ,, Good " she let out and felt him inhale almost shakily. As if she had hit something inside him that made him erect.

His hand on her neck gave way and wandered further down before he slowly, yet with a certain desire, explored her middle. Pressing her lips together, she tried to suppress the lustful sounds. To convince herself that she was only letting it happen so that she wouldn't die. But how long can a lie last before it's captured?

She could feel his arousal against her thigh and she knew she could not delay it. Her premonition was confirmed when she heard him open his trousers. ,, Brahms please," she tried anyway and tried to get away from him.

But this only led to him gripping her tighter and she was sure it would leave bruises. ,, I'll make you feel good, I promise I'll be good," she heard Brahms' lust-soaked voice. ,, Don't" she heard her own begging, but it fell on deaf ears.

His hand gripped her thigh and she understood that she should hold on to his middle. Following this command, she could feel his erect shaft. ,, I'll be so good," she heard him say one last time before he entered her.

He was big and yet as if he suddenly did not notice that she had to get used to it, he began to move. ,, Brahms" came a gasp from her lips as she felt his hands on her breast again. He massaged her a little roughly, but it was still exciting.

He did not hold back - she was his doll. And dolls were allowed to be used as they pleased when they were looked at, weren't they? It was his right in his twisted mind. She felt him becoming more demanding, wanting more. He moved faster and she felt her own desire to take her climax come closer with each thrust.

Only when he sucked on her nipples and bit lightly did the sounds of pleasure escape her. His face heated with mud and the cold seemed to have disappeared. The room was filled only with their shared sounds. ,, Mine" she heard him gasp and it was only through the increasing pain as he gripped her tighter again, almost out of fear that he would lose her, that she realised he was also about to climax.

With a few more thrusts and a groan of her name, he poured into her. But Y/n also felt her orgasm coming closer and closer and at the latest when he started to suck on her sensitive clitoris she came. ,, You taste sweet, I love sweet things," she heard the childish voice say before he zipped up his pants and climbed down from her.

To her amazement, he knelt down beside his bed. ,, You are my precious doll...say I am a good boy?" he asked in his childish voice. Despite the fact that she was sweating, a goose skin formed on her at his voice. She didn't like it, in fact she hated it. ,, Yes, of course, Brahms, you were such a good boy," she said after a moment's hesitation.

She saw the smile on his lips before he pulled the mask down and the doll looked at her again. He pulled the blanket that lay at the foot of the bed up to her shoulders before kneeling in front of the bed again. ,, Sleep" he said and she knew he would not leave until she was asleep. Giving him one last look, she turned to the wall and tried to ignore him. Before the darkness came over her, but she still felt his gentle touch on a strand of her hair.

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[nosnexus]

Tea party in the Underworld

Recently some mad lads went and reblogged a bunch of the Hades AU art and what can I say, I wanted to draw the kids again.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

pov ur bestie saw that ur hand was within Grabbing Range and LUNGED at that opportunity (breaking u out of ur Bad Thoughts Spiral and grounding u with how silly he is)

[rapidhighway]

everyone who knows me knows im so weak for my fave getting magically de-aged for fluff and plot reasons

[stanlees-stuff]

"Cc we're sorry, just .... please don't be scared, I promise we won't hurt you..."

based on @kix-mm's story here

DAMM, I never knew I needed gt throuples in my life till now!! decided to draw one of the scenes in the story. AAAH THE STORY WAS SO GOOD!! The amount of love they have for each other is just so fricking sweet!! and how much you can tell A and B cherish C and want them in their lives

anyways kix is a really good writer, bye >:]

[sableeira]

hiii long time no art and I’m late but I’m not immune to skk 109 angst