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yanderenightmare · 8 months

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Mahito

TW: idk, threatening atmosphere ig

fem reader

Thinking about being a psychologist assigned a certain crazed serial killing cannibal…

The walls seemed too white. Loud. So impersonal, it became personal. Cold and eerie, as if it wanted to make everyone inside feel unwelcome.

Your palms were embarrassingly sweaty, causing you to wipe them down your skirt, also in an attempt to straighten it out, where the approaching footsteps on the other side of the door only helped make your heart beat faster.

You swallowed your anxiety when you heard the latch open and tried to wipe your face free of fear, knowing how such fragility would not survive here. You almost felt nauseous, but then the patient came in, and, unlike you, he looked completely normal – happy even.

"Good morning." You reported routinely, and just as routinely, he chose not to answer and instead stared at you where you sat on the other side of the table, as ready as ever.

It had become a ritual shared between the two of you. Intimate.

You, who made yourself comfortable before he was let in – folder and notepad and two ballpoint pens in two different colors, one red and one blue, placed in front of you on the table – just far enough away that he couldn't reach them.

And he, who’s comfortable either way – dressed in his given uniform and slippers as he stepped across the cold floor slowly before dropping into the chair in front of you.

You wear jewelry, and suppose he does so as well.

He looked your body up then down – analyzing what he saw with an unimpressed face – taking in your straight posture where you sat like a doll placed in a glass display with your knees together and your hands folded neatly atop your lap.

He seemed disappointed when roaming your outfit – a childish pout on his lips. A secular pencil skirt, tight but modest nonetheless, reaching below the knees – only showing calves and ankles. A demure blouse – no sheer fabric, no bright color, no cleavage – just dull pink-beige that reached up below a set of pretty collarbones and a neckline donned a simple pearl necklace.

If you wore makeup, it couldn't have been much – but your lips had a certain shine to them, not much color other than natural, but glossy in a way that made them look… tasty.

You were pretty, but pretty in a very ordinary way – pretty in such a way that wasn't enough to answer the question of whether you were trying or not. And he thought that was fun.

You looked boring, but you weren’t boring because you were anything but obvious.

You smiled nicely, pretending that he didn't make you nervous – and that, in turn, made him smile, but not for the reasons you would have liked. He thought you were a little weird for wanting him to get comfortable with you when you were so clearly nowhere near comfortable yourself.

"How are you today?" You asked as if in a normal conversation when your previous ask didn’t earn any response.

He considers playing along for a few seconds but eventually feels he has done so too many times before – that now it would only achieve something boring.

He nudges the inside of his cheek with his tongue and scrapes it against his teeth before finally answering. "Have you ever seen someone go through withdrawal?"

If this had been your first time with him, you would have reacted differently, but you have since learned that he’s happy to force what he feels like telling, regardless of your attempts to turn the conversation onto other topics. So, instead of asking why he's asking what he's asking, you answer honestly and let him continue.

"No. I can't say that I have."

"Then you're in for a treat.” He says and begins the game, quickly noting with a keen twinkle in his eye the way your smile tightens before he continues. "You might think I look like shit now, but you should’a seen my skin then – all ash and gray like a rotten fish. Should have some pictures of that in your binder – I looked as good as dead.” He joked with a smile. "And yet, I was still alive… ‘cause I kept kicking and flopping around. And it was cold – freezing – so cold that my teeth gnashed without having anything to bite into. And even though I’ve never been one to cry, I cried then, like a newborn fresh outta the womb." He confessed with even more of a chuckle in his voice.

The smile only grew sharper when he saw you open the notebook – his eyes twitching a little at the sound of the ballpoint clicking under your thumb as he watched you approach the sheet with red ink.

"Oh- and sweat," He continued, "My God, how you sweat." Grinning as the adrenaline of excitement sharpened the red in his corneas – crazed two-toned eyes bulging as he watched you scribble. “You may think you know sweat, but you don't – you don't know the stench of it.”

He shook his head along with the words, happy to have engaged you in his little game. You were so cute, sitting there opposite him as if the two of you were on a date and he was telling you some fun story from his past.

"And I shook! Like I was crazy – like I had demons on the inside that wanted out!"

You gasped as he brought his large fist down hard on the table with a blow that shook the remaining blue pen as if it jumped in fear and cowered to comfort itself the same as you.

“And then they came out. ‘Cause I puked ‘em out!”

His eyes were impossibly dark, though they remained the same as always. Full of something… something you just couldn't understand. Along with a crack of a smile that was anything but healthy.

"For several hours, I vomited until my soul was left in the toilet bowl… That is… the times I was lucky to even make it to the bathroom in time..."

His words earned a grimace from you, sitting with a lump in your throat, clutching the pen that had now gone silent in your still grip.

"And that smell doesn't go away…" He continued, calmer now. “It sits and sinks into the floors... Remains to remind you of what you are – mocks you, pokes fun, laughs as it predicts the future…”

His eyes gave yours the same feeling as being threatened with a knife, the way he looked down at you while you stared up at him – your eyes wide in prayer before you couldn't hold back any longer and had to look away.

"Because you know..." The voice was even quieter now but still with a reprehensible darkness that required goosebumps. "No matter what promises you make to yourself, you will always break them the moment the hunger strikes again... That's just human nature." He concluded, letting the silence work for himself.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and met his gaze again, trying your best to appear unflappable even though you’d already let the mask slip a couple of thousand times already.

"What made you think of that?" You asked then, clicking your pen – that way you do when the silence creeps worse than his words.

“This room.” He answered. “It's like withdrawal.”

"It doesn't say anywhere in your file that you’re a drug addict?"

"The whole reason I'm sitting in here is 'cause I’m an addict." He snarled, and you almost lost the pen with how you flinched.

There was another pause, and his face softened again into something else.

"But you're right. I've never done drugs." He smiled with his head cocked a little to the side as he looked at you with that fixed unpleasant look. "But I was convincing, wasn't I?"

You clicked your pen again and wrote another thing down in the notepad.

"Psh-" He scoffed. Something in his voice had changed, twisted into something similarly accusatory to yours. "You're just like me."

You stopped writing. Your whole body had been taken by instinct at his disturbing statement – brows furrowed as you fought the urge to gnaw at your bottom lip.

"How so?"

Your heart was pounding to the point where you could hardly feel anything but the bleeding pulsing in your ears – pumping in your fingertips – rocking the ribs in your chest.

A silent toothless smile crept up his face anew from where it had been playing at the corner of his mouth as he watched you cling to the red pen as some sort of weapon you could use if he chose to throw himself across the table.

He laughed at the thought but stopped short upon his next utterance. "You’re also an addict."

You had such a very pitifully confused expression. He took a second to admire it with a smile that only grew sharper, to a sick point where you almost couldn't recognize him as human at all anymore.

"You use – you eat and chew and swallow everything but the bones, everything you can stuff your bottomless belly with in hopes it'll soothe the hunger."

You had to gulp.

"Most people, you see, eat themselves. But we…" His gaze was like a spark – powder and fuse teased by friction, just waiting to explode. "We eat people."

Another silence fell upon you, but this one heavier than the previous ones – as if everything took a moment to catch its breath before you let it go, and with it came a deeply unsettling shiver down your spine.

But before you could question the statement, a beep came and took the patient away.

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elizabethsnuts · 3 months

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Mini Genius

Spencer Reid x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer go see the team at Quantico, you wanted to show everyone how similar you were to you dad.

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Spencer carefully adjusted your tiny beige cardigan, making sure it sat perfectly on your small shoulders. You looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, you absolutely loved dressing up like your daddy. Your hair was neatly styled, and you wore a small bow that matched the colour of Spencer’s tie. You were getting ready to go see the team at Quantico, you loved going to see all your aunties and uncles.

Spencer helped you put your white socks and little Mary Janes on, getting you out the door of the house. He carefully strapped you into your car seat, checking the harness twice to ensure it was secure. You giggled in delight as you watched your daddy’s focused expression. "Ready to go see the team, sweetheart?" Spencer asked with a smile.

You nodded enthusiastically and smiled brightly. “We gonna see, Auntie JJ, Auntie Emily, Auntie Penelope! An’ Uncle Derek! An’ an’ an’ Uncle Hotch!”

Spencer chuckled as you listed off the team with your little high-pitched voice, you really did adore the team. “Yep, we’re going to see everyone!”

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Spencer walked into the elevator, you securely on his hip, your tiny feet swinging and wiggling as you eagerly waited for the elevator to go up. Your outfit really was a miniature version of Spencer’s, you wore a tiny vest over a button-up shirt, complete with little slacks, your tiny Mary Janes and of course your cardigan that sat over the vest and button-up shirt. It was clear that you idolized your father, mimicking his style down to the last detail. You had it down to a T.

When the two of you reached the bullpen, the team was already there, immersed in their work. JJ was the first to notice you. Her face lit up with a bright smile as she stood up and walked over.

JJ took you from Spencer’s arms and hugged you. "Look who's here!" she exclaimed, drawing the attention of the rest of the team. You squealed with delight as you saw familiar faces, waving excitedly to everyone.

"Well, if it isn't the littlest profiler!" Derek called out, standing up from his desk with a broad smile. "And she's dressed just like you, pretty boy!" He approached the three of you and he couldn’t help but tease Spencer. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Reid, did you forget to check your mini-me's wardrobe this morning?" he teased, earning a chuckle from the others.

Spencer chuckled and looked at you. “What? There’s nothing wrong with her outfit. She likes it!”

You nodded and smiled. “Daddy looks nice.” You stated simply.

"That he does," JJ chuckled, stroking your hair. "But I think you definitely pull it off more."

Morgan bent down and ruffled your hair. "So, Y/N, do you also have the smarts like your dad?"

Your eyes lit up, and you nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh! Daddy says I remember lots of things."

Morgan raised an eyebrow and looked at Spencer. "She's already showing off, huh? Just like you."

Spencer shrugged, a proud smile on his face. "It runs in the family."

"Alright, then," Morgan said, turning back to you. "What can you remember?"

You quickly pulled out a small, colourful book from your backpack. "Daddy took me to the aquarium, an’ I learned all about fishies!"

"Oh yeah?" Morgan's interest was piqued. "What did you learn?"

You opened the book and pointed to a picture of a clownfish. "This is a clownfish. They live in warm waters an’ like to hide in sea anemones. The daddy clownfish takes care of the babies."

"Wow, that's impressive!" Morgan said, genuinely astonished. "You remembered all that?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "An’ this," you flipped the page, "is a hammerhead shark. They can see really well because their eyes are on the sides of their heads. They like to eat stingrays."

Morgan looked up at Spencer, “Okay, pretty boy, I see you’ve made a carbon copy of yourself."

Spencer smiled proudly. "She has an eidetic memory, just like me. She remembers everything we read about at the aquarium."

JJ smiled at you as you flipped through your sea animal book. "I take it you had fun at the aquarium?"

You nodded vigorously, continuing to flip through the pages. "Yes, yes, yes, Aunty JJ! I saw lots an’ lots of fishies. An’ I remembered all their names!"

"Tell Aunty JJ about the octopus," Spencer encouraged you.

Your eyes lit up, and you turned to JJ. "An octopus can change colours to hide from predators. They have three hearts an’ blue blood!"

"Three hearts and blue blood?" JJ repeated, clearly impressed. "That's amazing, Y/N. You're so smart!"

You smiled shyly at the compliment. “Thank you! You know that boy seahorses carry the babies? An’ that starfish can grow their arms back!” You said excitedly with a smile. “Daddy reads bedtime fish stories lots and lots!”

JJ chuckled at your excitement and hugged you closer. “I think that all your sea animal facts are super super cool! I think that when you see Henry next he’d love to hear all about it!”

You giggled and nodded, clapping your hands together in your toddler-like excitement. “Daddy we go see Henry soon? With Aunty JJ!”

Spencer chuckled and nodded, taking you back into his arms. “Sure we can! We’ll organise a day for it, don’t worry.”

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As the afternoon turned into evening, Spencer gathered up your things, ready to head home. The team gathered around to say their goodbyes, each one giving you a hug or a high-five.

"Come back soon, okay?" Garcia said while she hugged you and gave you double high-fives. “We love having you here, N/N."

You hugged her tightly, your little arms wrapped around her. "I love you, Auntie Penelope."

Spencer took your hand once more, and you waved goodbye to the team. As you walked down the hall, you looked up at your father. "Daddy, can we see more fishies tomorrow?"

Spencer smiled down at you. "We can do anything you want, sweetheart."

You grinned, satisfied with that answer. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Y/N," Spencer replied, lifting you up into his arms for a hug. He knew that no matter where life took him, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

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finelinevogue · 1 year

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hot summer nights

summary - a warm summers evening with your one and only

word count - >1k

Summer had finally arrived. In Autumn.

August had rolled into September and everyone was preparing for wet weather, thunderstorms and miserable grey clouds.

So it was a surprise to everyone when the sun decided to come out and the temperatures decided to shoot up to the high 20s in the first week of September.

And good weather meant only one thing in the UK; beer garden.

You and Harry were currently getting ready to go, having texted the group chat of your closest friends for you to all meet at ‘The Rose Inn’ at 6PM.

Harry had decided to have a shower, dragging you in behind him even though you really didn’t need one. He just couldn’t keep you away from him for too long.

After you, too long, shower, Harry started looking for an outfit whilst you dried your hair.

Harry offered to finish drying the rest off for you whilst you started on your makeup, knowing how much you hate being late. Your makeup would’ve been done faster if Harry hadn’t been stood behind you with just a towel around his waist.

The both of you cleaned up very nicely.

Harry was wearing some beige linen trousers, a white t-shirt and a baby blue cardigan, whilst you wore a gorgeous baby pink dress that had a floral pattern on. Both of you looked summer ready.

“Babe! Let’s go!” You shouted to Harry, who was nowhere to be seen since about half an hour ago.

You pulled your pink Stompers, yes you call them Stompers, out of the shoe cupboard and slip them on, knowing that Harry will already be wearing his and you can match.

You go to the mirror in the hallway and readjust your hair that’s slipping out of place already.

This stupid heat.

You walked into the kitchen to grab some snacks in case you got hungry, before returning to the hallway.

“H?” You called out again. “C’mon let’s go!”

You looked at your phone and noticed you were already running ten minutes late. If you were another ten minutes late then you might as well not go.

The sound of the back door shutting caught you off guard and you suddenly understood where he had been.

You heard the sound of jingles before you saw anything. You crouched down on the floor in preparation for your Cavapoo to bound up to you and give you lots of kisses.

“Hello!” You said in your dog voice as Fred rounded the corner. Fred, Freddie, Frederick - whatever you wanted to call him - was your two year old Cavapoo that Harry had bought you to keep you company when he was on tour.

“Hello there my gorgeous little baby.” You entertained Fred as you heard Harry walk through the kitchen towards you.

When he emerged, you felt your breath hitch a little.

He looked so good.

You had seen him half an hour ago and he still looked the same, but damn did he look good. There was something about him today that made you just want to stick to him like a koala bear would a tree. He looked so soft and… yours.

“What?” He asked, looking down at where you were looking up at him.

“Nothing, just… admiring you.”

“Okay, alright.” He smiled with a heavy blush, “Let’s go before I turn red.”

“You already are red.”

“Shut up and move your cute arse.” He giggled, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes.

Harry attached Fred’s lead onto his harness and handing you over the leash, as the two of you made your way outside.

The pub wasn’t that far away from you two, so walking was the easiest option for getting there. Of course, you do live in the countryside so you have to hurdle some styles and dodge some cows, but the country walks are always your favourite.

The air is fresh and clean and the world feels a little bit more yours out here. You’re in control and Harry is too. You can decide your own choices.

Then again, you are only a twenty minute drive into London if you want to be.

Fred enjoyed the walk as much as you did. Harry walked alongside you, walking on the outside of the pavement when he needed to and he held your hand the entire time. Even when you were both getting a little clammy from the heat, he just moved to holding one finger of yours instead.

“Mrs Brown came over this morning, did I tell you?” Harry said, as you were a few minutes away from approaching the pub.

“What? When I went shopping?” You asked, being forced to stop by Fred who was sniffing for something amongst the grass.

“Yeah. She offered to bake us some strawberry tarts for your birthday party. I said yes, obviously.”

“We’re going to have so many desserts, H.” You laughed.

“Yeah, but mums bringing pizzas and pasta salads remember? And I think Gem is making some sort of vegan Greek dish. We’ll be fine.”

Harry kissed your forehead to keep you from stressing, before shouting to Fred to hurry up.

“Can you make your treacle pudding too?” You asked shyly.

“Just for you, though.” Harry nodded.

“Just for me.” You hummed in delight. “Ah, it’s going to be a good birthday.”

“Our fifth one of yours together.”

“Really? I’ve put up with you for that long? Wow.” You teased.

Harry tugged on your hand for you to stop, pretending to scoff and then pulling you against his chest tightly so you couldn’t escape. He kissed you then and there, on the side of the road, like you both had no tomorrow. One hand around your waist and the other still attached to your hand.

Both of you melted into one another and neither pulled away first. You both had to move, though, when Fred started getting restless and excited over his parents together.

“Never stop doing that.” You smiled up at him with stars in your eyes.

“What?” He smiled back.

“Surprising me. Kissing me.” You pecked his lips again for a short moment. “Loving me.”

“It’s not even possible to think about.” Harry meant it as he kissed you again, softly.

The summer breeze chose this moment to blow and it made your hair blow like crazy. Your dress blew with it and you noticed Harry’s cardigan flap open a little too. It looked like some shot out of a perfume photoshoot.

Harry helped you straighten out your dress and reorganise your hair, before kissing you again.

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angelofthenight · 8 months

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Kenchanted Pt.2

(Ken x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, Parental neglect, Unintentional flashing (from Ken), Toxic bf, Cheating accusation

( Super special trigger proofread credits to @detectiveapparatiagreen )

Word Count: 2.9k

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Your childhood was shorter than average. You stopped playing with your Barbie dolls years before everyone in your class, and stopped visiting playgrounds before them too. You had to grow up faster than all the other kids, much faster than what was good for you. You even started dressing more mature and desaturated.

You tied your own shoelaces while everyone still wore velcro. You had to apply your own bandaids while everyone had their parent kiss their “boo boos”. You did your own hair while other girls still had their mothers braiding their hair at the bus stop. You packed your own lunches and made your own meals. You were even the first one in your grade to start saving up money and the first one to hurry getting a job. You learned certain things about the world that the other kids were still shielded from.

But this was all for your own good. It's not that your parents didn’t love you or didn't want you, they just weren’t the best at taking care of you and spent more time arguing with each other and neglecting you than giving you attention and raising you. So you had to raise yourself to the best of your adolescent abilities. And you did it all alone.

You lost all color in your life, even your wardrobe consisted of mostly neutral colors like blacks, whites, grays, browns, and beiges. The light in your eyes had dimmed very early on in your life, as well as the life in your smile. Jokes rarely landed with you and your coworkers basically thought of you as a far-too-serious person with a stick so far up your ass you could see it if you opened your mouth. People often joked behind your back that you were the embodiment of Grumpy Bear.

You witnessed the love your parents had for each other disintegrate over time right before your very own young prepubescent eyes. Your perceptions of love had been completely destroyed and demolished far too early in your life, which sucked even more joy out of your world. That gave you even more reason to stick through life alone.

You didn’t need anybody in your life, at least emotionally. You viewed marriage as a partnership and not a love pact. So you just found someone whose lifestyle suited your own, had a comparable financial status with yours, who you could tolerate, whose future aligned well with yours, and was handsome; a guy named Robert. Sure, maybe he didn’t treat you the best and thought a little too highly of himself, but he met your five ideal relationship essentials.

You were an easily annoyed individual and, for lack of a better word, grouchy so you never really concerned yourself with the idea of ‘fun’. You had far too much responsibility in your life yet the girl who you’ve known since before your childhood died and momentarily lived with would choose fun over responsibility any day of the week.

Every social outing or party or club you went to was because you were dragged along. Although you’d never admit you did end up having fun each time, (R/n) saw right through you which was why she continued to force you out.

And even though you saw the world as it really was, black and white, a blazingly vibrant blob of color still managed to blind your vision last stormy night. And now this mysterious, broke, crazy, ridiculously dressed stranger who claimed to be from “Barbieland” had spent the night on your couch.

But when you found your couch empty, you almost couldn’t resist your sigh of relief that it was all just a dream. You started to walk back to your room to make your bed before you got ready to go to work until you froze in your tracks before you got to pass your closed bathroom.

You heard the shower running, (R/n) never took morning showers as she should already be ready to leave soon for her job. You heard a masculine voice humming a seemingly gibberish song, that was definitely not (R/n).

Your eyes were wide with disbelief at the fact that last night might’ve not been a dream. You knocked on the door with your knuckles, “Hello?” A lively and cheerful response followed, “Come on in!”

You heard the water slow down to a stop before you twisted the door handle and stepped inside. “So, I just-” You cut yourself off in a rapid speed, your breath sucking down your threat, and averted your eyes off of a naked Ken who just barely wrapped a towel around his hips in time. “Oh! Morning, (Y/n)!” He pepped up with an ecstatic grin plastered across his face.

You desperately tried to keep your eyes off him in such a state when water still dripped down his muscular tan chest and perfectly toned abs. “How’d you sleep?” He chirped without a care in the world while he shook the water out of his bleach blond hair.

You massaged your scalp as your eyes were still big, still not willing to accept your reality. “I’m not sure I’ve woken up yet.” You mumbled to yourself. You glanced back over to Ken whose towel was not high enough for your liking as his V was showing more and more. “Can you please fix your towel.” You suddenly barked at him.

Ken simply chuckled at you. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t have genitals. See?” Ken opened up his towel like a book to show you proof but you had already thrashed your head away with an “Oh my god!”

Ken giggled like a little girl at your reaction, still trying to persuade you to look at his completely flat pelvis but you refused with the belief he was lying. “Put your towel back on!” You exclaimed a little too loud which slightly scared Ken enough to cover himself back up. You peeked over your shoulder with a breath of relief and pink hues threatening to creep up onto your face.

“By the way, your shower is amazing! Like something was actually coming out! It was like the sky!” Ken beamed at you, pointing enthusiastically at your shower. “At first I was not a fan of water because it did not agree with my hair, but then I was just playing around with your bathroom and BOOM water came out of your shower head. I was a little nervous but I put on my brave smolder and jumped in and it was incredible!”

Ken giggled again and stood facing your shower with a look of admiration, his hands on his hips and a fascinated smile on his lips. You fought back your glare over the confusion on how amazed he was by something you found so simple.

“I’m sorry, why were you even in my bathroom?” You questioned snarkily. He turned back to you with a broad shrug. “I was bored! I was going to make you breakfast to say thanks for rescuing me but your kitchen was a little scary looking and I don’t really know how to cook. And it’s been way too long since I’ve last seen my reflection so the bathroom is where I went.”

“Just please next time you want to take a hot shower, crack open a window.” You moodily commented as you rushed over to open up the bathroom window, letting the steamy air escape.

A loud knock had come from the other side of the front door, (R/n) opening it as she was just about to leave for work. However, her face dropped drastically at the sight of her least favorite person.

“Mornin’, sweet-tart.” Rob said with a sour smirk, his feelings mutual with your friend. “Hi, Rob.” (R/n) grumbled with a deep frown and unpleasant eyes. An evil smile grew though as she sized him up. “Looks like somebody skipped leg day.” She told him blatantly.

Rob instantly ditched his fake smile, his eyes forming a glare. “Where’s (Y/n).” He asked, getting straight to the point.

“And lay a towel down because look,” you pointed down to the small puddles on your clean tile floor so Ken could see, “my floor is all wet.” You muttered incoherent complaints under your breath like an uptight mother about how you just washed and scrubbed your bathroom floor as you grabbed a towel to drop on the floor. You began to use your foot to wipe up the puddles with the towel and for some reason, Ken really found that fun.

“Ooo! I wanna help!” He raved, putting his foot on the same towel as you and moving it around in a sloppy manner. “No, Ken!” You exclaimed but it was too delayed as Ken had already jerked the towel to one side making your feet be pulled from right under you, Ken clumsily slipping with you. You fell right through the open doorway, landing painfully on your back with Ken collapsing on top of you, both of you groaning from the impact.

And of course it was just your luck that your vain boyfriend stepped in just in time to see your position with the otherworldly handsome, practically naked, muscular man. You probably would’ve been a blushing mess if you were more focused on Ken on top of you like this; his forearms flat on the ground on both sides of your head, his hefty biceps practically right in your face, his thighs trapping yours, and his chest pressed up against yours.

But the knowledge of how provocative the position was in front of your partner was far too distracting. “Rob?!” You shrieked at the sight of your wide-eyed, fuming boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you on the ground. “What’s up, dude!” Ken greeted casually with an animated grin, slowly rising off of you.

“Who the hell is this?” Rob growled in shock with nostrils flaring, he never would have taken you for that kind of person. You harshly shoved Ken the rest of the way off you to scramble to your feet. “This is nothing!” You desperately tried to explain but Ken had already beat you to your boyfriend, struggling to keep his towel up while raising his hand up to await a guy handshake. “I'm Ken!”

You violently yanked Ken away by the arm, receiving a childish “ow!”. “This is nobody! He was lost and I was trying to help-” Rob cut you off with a snarky bite to his tone and expression. “With finding the shower?”

Ken shoved his way back into the conversation with an overly excited demeanor and energy. “The shower! The shower is amazing, Rob!” Rob glared up at the tan blond with an enraged snarl. “Oh, yeah, I'm sure it was.” He responded sarcastically as he turned to leave with a stomp in his step.

“Wait, Rob! Please calm down so we can talk-” You begged as you trailed after him. ��Talk about what, (Y/n)? How you never let me stay the night? But it’s my bad,” he stopped in his tracks to turn to you, shooting you a venomous glare, “I thought this was my sophisticated girlfriend’s place, not a whorehouse.”

You gaped at him in hurt as he turned back around to march out. You still chased after him even through the halls until he escaped through the elevator. You carried yourself back to your apartment with a new kind of exhaustion but mostly anger for a certain blond airhead. You returned back and quickly told (R/n) that you’d see her at dinner to send her on her way to work so that she wouldn’t have to witness you rip that Barbie Boy’s head off.

You stormed through your apartment towards a distinct noise all the way back into the bathroom to find Ken holding up your blow dryer to his hair. He was laughing with a gingerly smile, acting as if he was on a carnival ride as he dried his hair from all directions. He noticed you walk in and quickly told you, “He seems great!” He yelled over the loud sound of the hair tool. “And this thing is amazing!”

Your jaw tightened before you snatched the cord off the outlet, cutting the blow dryer off and causing Ken to frown with a deflated “awww”. “You gotta go.” You stated with a hostile undertone haunting your voice as you began walking away in a heated and intense irritation, pulling out your phone while Ken instantly followed you. “I don't know what your deal is, if you're waiting for your Barbie girlfriend, or whatever. I'll get you to a bus, a train, a plane, wherever, and then that's it! I won’t get any more involved after that.”

The heaviness to your footsteps and the fiery sharpness in your eyes as well as your practically growling voice made Ken’s eyebrows curve upwards. His head faintly tilted at your composure, trying to pinpoint what exactly was going on with you. You were certainly nothing like the cheery and easygoing Barbie women in his life, and he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it… or how to deal with it.

“Are you unhappy?” Ken asked through the thick tensioned air, almost nervous to even speak as if you’d seriously eat him alive like a wild beast.

You pivoted on your feet to face the still nearly naked man. Your lips were shaking as you resisted a snarl. “What?! I'm not unhappy, I'm angry!” You seethed in offense, your voice loud making Ken nearly wince. He was not used to people yelling at him, at all, and yet that seemed to be your favorite thing. “Angry?”

“Yes, angry!” You snapped viciously. “It's an unpleasant emotion. Ever heard of it in Barbieland?” Ken slowly nodded, still a little confused but began to trail off with uncertainty. “I have heard of it, but I-” You cut him off rudely. “You have created a completely unnecessary problem with Rob that I now have to fix! Now he’s convinced that you and I…” Your voice faded, a mix of disgust and embarrassment stealing the rest of your words that you didn’t want to say out loud.

Ken, however, deeply gasped with bulging eyes and hands near his mouth. “Kissed?!”

You blinked at the dumb blond, yet you nodded anyway. “…Yeah, something like that.”

Ken gasped once again. “Oh no!” He lunged forward to grab you by the elbows. “You need to go to him! Go to him and throw rocks at his window under his balcony! Then just scream as loud as you can how much you love him.” His eyes lit up, stars practically spiraling within them as a new idea sprung to his mind. “Or! Or you go to a party he’s at, go straight for the stage, request his favorite song to the DJ, and sing it!”

You rose a disturbed brow. “Sing to him?” He nodded ecstatically, his grin stretched far across his face. “Yes! And maybe perform planned choreography to really let him know!” His excessive excitement deflated to worry as he noticed your unreactive stare. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You tilted your head in the slightest, your evaluating stare never parting from him. “I don't know. It's just… it’s like you escaped from a Disney Channel movie or something.” He frowned, nearly cowering away. “Is that a bad thing?” You pursed your lips together, studying him with a mix of different emotions. “I’m not sure yet.”

He simpered with a sudden burst of life, his perfect pearly white teeth showing and not far from blinding you. “Then I’ll take it as a compliment!”

“If you’re coming with me to work then we need to get you better clothes to blend in.” You explained aloud to Ken who stood beside you as you rummaged through a bin full of (R/n)’s exes clothes labeled as “remains of lost boyfriends”. You pulled out a pair of knee length charcoal cargo shorts and a gray band t-shirt that looked big enough for him.

You rose to your feet to hand them out to Ken. “This looks big enough, here.” Ken smiled amusedly, glancing down at the distasteful top in your hands before returning to your waiting stare. “I'm not wearing that.”

Your teeth clenched and your brows crinkled. “Yes, you are.” Ken shook his head with a dorky, stubborn smile. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.”

Your grip tightened on the clothes making your knuckles white. “You’re gonna wear it and you’re gonna like it!” You barked. Ken pouted at your attitude and turned to sit on your bed like a rebellious toddler, crossing his arms. “I will not.” He then shrugged. “I’ll just wear what I wore yesterday.”

Your eyelids peeled back in horror. You would not be seen with him in public when he’s dressed like a funky highlighter from the 1980s. You would much rather walk across legos barefoot.

You angrily scowled down at him as you turned back to the bin with a growling groan. “Fine!” You moodily snatched out a short sleeve pastel pink button up. You threw it at the picky man. “Here! It’s pink! You happy?!”

Ken smiled a satisfied smile, holding it to his chest and nodding to you. “Very.”

#reader insert #ken carson x reader #ken x reader #ken carson #kenergy #Ken #I’m just Ken #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling #greta gerwig barbie #greta gerwig #barbie 2023 #the barbie movie #barbie movie #barbie #fluff #enchanted movie #enchanted #disney enchanted

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in-my-loki-feels · 8 months

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Indianapolis Bones and the Very Annoyed God of Mischief

In this post I proposed the idea of a President Loki + Mobius variant based on Owen's Dr. Indianapolis Bones SNL skit, and then I couldn't stop thinking about it so here's a bit of flash fiction based on that. Enjoy!

ETA: There's now a 4+1 expanded version of this on AO3!

“It’s such an honor to have you here, sir.”

Since Loki had walked in, the restaurant's manager had been practically falling over himself with praise. He'd nearly wept when Loki handed out "Vote Loki" pins for the staff to wear. The Midgardians were finally treating him as he deserved, even if he wasn't their king...yet.

A woman ran up to whisper something in the manager's ear and he brightened.

“Your table is ready, sir. Right this way.”

Loki followed the man deeper into the restaurant, smirking as every head in the place turned to watch him and his collection of black-suited bodyguards. He didn’t need their protection but it amused him to think of humans throwing themselves at other humans at his behest.

Loki caught the eye of one elegantly dressed woman and winked, causing her to flush prettily. Her date seemed entirely unamused at the “come hither” look she was sending Loki’s way. The only people who didn’t turn to watch Loki’s entrance were a group seated at a long table at the center of the room. They appeared to be in a heated discussion.

The manager paused by a small table next a window with what looked like a decent view of the river, even if Loki found Midgard’s scenery somewhat lacking compared to Asgard. Before Loki could sit, there was a clatter of dishware and both he and the restaurant's manager turned to see the source.

An extremely nervous-looking waiter had dropped the stack of dishes they were collecting onto a nearby table. Their attention was focused on a different waiter, or at least someone dressed as such, who stood at the far end of the long table, holding a gun. Loki raised an eyebrow. This was an interesting development.

The waiter with the gun was pointing it at an unassuming man seated at the end of the table. The man’s blonde hair was on the long side and, paired with his beard, gave him an unkempt look in Loki’s opinion. The horrible beige plaid blazer he wore wasn’t helping.

Loki blinked and suddenly everyone else at the table had a gun out, all pointed at the man, who only smiled in response. Everyone in the dining room seemed to be holding their breath as the man took a brown fedora out from under the table and settled it on his head.

"Now, now, let's not be too hasty." His voice had a pleasant drawl to it. He held his hands up as he stood slowly.

“Just give us the map!” snapped one of the women at the table.

“Sorry, can't do that,” the man replied and winked. He was either incredibly brave or very stupid given the circumstances.

When the man slowly lowered his hand to his hip, Loki felt a brief spike of excitement. Was he about to witness a bloodbath? Unexpectedly, the man freed a long whip. With two quick cracks, he took out the light on the table and the chandelier overhead, bringing it crashing down and plunging the room into darkness.

At least two of the guns went off after that, which made Loki roll his eyes. For how frail they were, Midgardians were always so reckless with their weapons.

“Sir! Get down!” That was one of his men. They knew better than to grab him and simply lunged past, likely intending to tackle and disarm the gun wielders. Loki heard the sound of scuffling and was about to fling up a light—waiting in the dark was tedious—when someone did bump into him.

“You look important and I'd hate for you to get hurt, so probably best to come along with me.” The easy drawl was recognizable, though the man with the whip sounded slightly winded now. Then he wrapped an arm around Loki's waist and hurried them both away from the sounds of fighting.

Loki was so stunned at the audacity of being manhandled, he was outside before he fully registered what had happened. He tried to shove the man off but he’d already stepped away. Inexplicably, the man now wore a leather jacket instead of the plaid blazer. Now able to get a better look at the man, Loki was dismayed to find the bright blue eyes and lopsided smile were annoyingly attractive.

“Hey, are those a family heirloom?” the man asked, gesturing to Loki’s golden horns. “They look pretty good for an antique.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki snapped. “Do you have any idea who I am?!”

“Of course! How could I forget with the horns and all.” The man waved again and a long silence followed his words. Then a huge grin split his face. “Actually, I don't, but hopefully you won’t hold it against me. I’m Indy by the way, short for Indianapolis. My parents were kind of kooky.”

Before Loki had a chance to inform this ridiculous Midgardian that he didn't care what his name was, or what his parents were like, the back door of the restaurant slammed open.

“There he is!”

It was the diners who’d pulled guns in the restaurant.

“Oops, gotta go. See you around, friend!” The man—Indy, apparently—clapped a hand to his hat to keep it from flying off and ran into the night. Gunshots rang out in response and the bullets whizzed by Loki, close enough to further annoy him. He gestured at the gaggle of people spilling out of the restaurant and, with a flash of green light, they vanished. Seconds later, Loki's bodyguards came rushing out.

Loki wasn't impressed by their delay in finding him, but he had something more important to address.

He pointed at the fleeing man in the fedora. “Find that man—Indianapolis…something—and bring him to me.”

The people who’d been chasing Indy might have been able to answer his questions, but Loki had sent them elsewhere without giving much thought as to where. As half of the bodyguards took off in pursuit, Loki stalked back inside, followed by the rest. He would get his answers one way or another.

#president loki #mobius m mobius #lokius #lokius au #dr indianapolis bones #don't think too hard about this it was only meant to be fun #i had A Scene™️ in my head and i just had to get it out #maaaaybe i could expand on this someday?#but for now back to the OTHER president loki fic I was writing (lol)#i'd love to see anyone else's ideas for this au!#mobius #wanderingflame fic

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vxnuslogy · 7 months

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🍿 lights, camera, action .ᐟ

chapter 3 — drinkin' time

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“you guys… is this really necessary?” you ask in amusement as emily and azrail went back and forth from your closet to your full body mirror.

“i mean,” another article of clothing was thrown into your lap. “it’s just a friendly date. i don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” the two actors stared at you before pulling you by the arm and shoving you in the bathroom.

“[name], my dear.” azrail said.

“do not call me ‘my dear’.” you quip back. sighing as you began to undress and change into whatever the two had picked out for you.

“yeah, okay whatever.” you heard the roll of his eyes making you chuckle. “but it is a big deal. first impressions are important!”

“i think you’re forgetting that this isn’t our first meeting.”

“even so!” emily replied, “there’s no harm in dressing to impress, right?”

you could only assume that emily turned to adam, he was dragged by the two into your apartment at precisely 9 am in the morning, so it was safe to assume he wasn’t in the greatest of moods.

“there isn’t really anything wrong.” you say while pulling up your pants. “but come on,” pulling the red knitted sweater over your head, you try to fix your messy hair. “did you really expect me to wear a dress for today?”

“but you said you liked wearing dresses.”

“emmie, we’re going out for coffee not an award show.”

pulling the bathroom door open, you didn’t even get the chance to breathe as emily pulled you over to your vanity and sat you down. she already had a brush in her hands and started taking out the knots in your hair.

“can’t lie to you though, judge,” you peeked at adam who was graciously laying down on your bed, “you look nice.” he said with a smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes at him and started doing your skin prep for makeup.

“what can i say,” azrail propped his arm over your head. “our [name] pulls anything off.”

“that’s an overstatement.” you say while patting down your face with some foundation and concealer. “i never would've worn red if you hadn’t crashed my apartment at 9 in the morning.”’

the white haired man let out a laugh. his deft fingers took a handful of your hair and started braiding it; emily doing the same on the other side. you lightly shook your head with a smile, emily scolded you for moving too much, relishing in this domestic bliss inside your own little home in new york city.

when the two finished tying your hair up in a ponytail with two braids, you stood up and took your purse; the other three followed you out the door. you let them chat with one another as you put on a pair of shoes and study yourself in the little mirror in your doorway.

a natural makeup look with your hair up – a few baby hairs escaping making it look more casual, a red knitted sweater with the front tucked into the light beige pants that you wore. a pair of gold earrings dangled in front of you, when you turned to the side you were met with azrail’s grin. shaking your head you held out the purse for him to hold while you put on the pair of jewelry.

“alright everyone, out!” you say while ushering everyone out of your apartment. you took your purse from azrail, locked the door, and started walking to your designated meeting spot with the radio demon.

“good luck [name]! be sure to enjoy yourself!”

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“hey there! hope you weren’t waiting for too long.”

the tall man with glasses looked up from his phone and flashed you a smile.

“not at all my dear! i just got here myself.” you return his smile as the both of you made your way to the entrance. “after you.” alastor said, pushing the door open for you with his arm. you let out a chuckle and breathy thank you as your eyes soaked in the cozy cafe.

“quite the hidden gem this place is, if i do say so myself.” he boasted tugging at his coat’s collar. “how about we take a seat first before we chat?” you nod in agreement and scanned the cafe for any vacant seats. your eyes brightened when the waiter in one of the corners left after cleaning a table for two.

you tug at alastor’s sleeve and gestured to the free seats. he grinned down at you – yes, down, this man was stupidly tall – and started walking towards the table.

“this cafe is famous for their very adventurous drinks.” he said while you sat down. “i’m not a fan of sweet drinks myself, but their lattes are quite the treat after a hard day at work!”

you mutter a small thank you at the waiter that gave you two the menu. you hum in consideration, thinking of taking up alastor’s offer at something sweet.

“a tempting offer,” you say. “but i think i’ll just get a simple hot brew. i’m not feeling quite adventurous today.”

“shame.” alastor hummed. “it seems like i’ll have to take you here when you’re feeling adventurous!”

letting out a breathy chuckle, you set the menu down and stared at the man in front of you. he cleaned up nice, you thought. alastor wore a simple white shirt layered with a burgundy sweater, dark brown slack, and a dark coat that matched his eyes. you can’t help but wonder if emily and azrail purposely make you wear red so you and alastor could match.

“do you come here often?” you start. the man across from you set down his own menu, meeting your gaze as he replied, “of course! i saw dear charlie and vaggie often coming here so i decided to see what it was all about.”

“so you crashed their date site?” you say with a playful smile.

he let out a dramatic sigh, “how it pains me that you think of me that way! just so you know, my dear, i would never dream of crashing their little dates. i simply wanted a cup of coffee and this little cafe just happen to serve my new favorite.”

“oh? i didn’t think you were a coffee person.”

“did you perhaps assume i was a tea person?”

you only nod, fighting the urge to let out a laugh as alastor’s face twisted into a grimace.

he sighs, “a common misconception about me i must say. i still don’t understand how some people drink…” he pauses for a moment, thinking of a way to describe tea. “leaf flavored beverages…”

“well if it makes you feel better, i’m not a fan of tea myself.” you say with a chuckle. “i only drink it as a last resort if there’s no longer any coffee at home.”

“i’m glad we can both agree on this, my dear!”

you chuckle again as a waiter comes to ask for your orders. an americano for you and black coffee for alastor.

“though i must say, i’m a bit surprised you didn’t know of this place sooner my dear.”

“it's probably because i don’t go to cafes often.” you saw alastor tilt his head slightly to the side so you continued. “i make coffee at home with the others.”

“home brewed coffee, that certainly explains it.” he said while putting his chin in between his thumb and index finger and then he grins. “well, i have a feeling that after today you’ll be coming here more often!” he proclaimed.

“we’ll have to see.” you quip back.

you didn’t have to wait long for your drinks to arrive. alastor watched as you picked up your cup and put it to your lips, he was waiting for your reaction.

“well,” putting your cup down, you smile at alastor. “it tastes like coffee.”

his smile twitched and you let out a breathy laugh.

“i like it, don’t worry.” you assure him. “americanos all taste the same so i’ll just tell you my thoughts when i order the latte you were talking about.”

“well you caught me there, i admit.” he said while taking a sip of his own coffee. “i myself don’t come here for the coffee – though i do enjoy it – it's mostly because of the atmosphere.”

“that i can see.” picking up your glass again and cradle it in your hands, letting the warmth of your drink seep into your hands. “you look relaxed. at home, dare i say.” alastor looked a bit shocked at what you said. his smile loosening up a bit but you didn’t comment on it.

comfortable silence rolled into your table, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. the two of you simply basked in the presence of one another and relished in the peaceful moment.

“i saw your performance the other day.” he suddenly said. your senses spiked, hands starting to sweat and muscles began to tense. “did you now.” you said, trying to act as casual as possible. your mind running a thousand miles a second trying to digest your own performances these last two weeks.

was your acting not good enough? did he see a loophole in acting? maybe you should’ve been more angry in the last episode. what if he–

“amazing work if i do say so myself!” he complimented.

the weight on your shoulders started to dissolve as your heart finally started to calm down.

“thank you.” was all you could say with a smile.

the bad habit of thinking of the worst had gotten to you again, but who wouldn’t think that when a famous and very talented actor was sitting across from you!

you had to admit, you felt rather small and scared if alastor were to scrutinize your own work.

“say,” you snapped out of your thoughts when he spoke. “would you like to go on a walk with me?”

and go out for a walk the two of you did. the leaves of trees were bleeding into orange and red hues. some of them falling to the ground, making piles and piles of little heaps for children and teenagers alike to jump on. the streets were busy, packed with people dressed in scarves and coats, and some of the shops had already started to bring out the christmas decorations.

the two of you glided from one conversation to another, like two leaves swaying with the wind. each taking turns into sharing your own experiences and getting more comfortable with one another. you spoke of your fondness for autumn, how you’re hometown didn’t have the four seasons so you savored the fall and the snow; while he spoke of all the cafes he’s been to, pointing out the ones that were his personal favorites and the others he wouldn’t recommend going to.

you spoke of books, literature, and arts, and alastor soaked it all in like a sponge. “well color me surprised! i never expected you to be a fan of arts.” he had said, making you laugh. “who wouldn’t enjoy a good book and a museum trip every once in a while.” you replied.

and then the two of you stopped by a nearby park bench, overlooking a lake with floating orange and red leaves. the cold swept away your hair, internally thanking azrail and emily for putting your hair up, as you soaked in the scenery.

“so, tell me, my dear, what made you pursue an acting career?” he had asked. you were around 90% sure your little conversations were done, but you guessed wrong.

“from the very beginning, when i was a simple, scrawny little lad, i had been drawn to the magic of the theaters. the beautiful stage that bursted with life with every line the actors delivered. what a performance!” alastor remarked. “so, what about you my dear? what winds from your hometown lead you here, in new york, to pursue acting?”

“being an actor wasn’t my first option for a career. i wanted to be a lawyer, actually.”

“well would you look at that! even as an actor, you still get to be a lawyer with your current role.” he laughed with a big smile on his face. it truly was hard trying to keep a straight face with him around.

“i know right!” you chuckle. “but like you, from a very young age, i’ve been enchanted by the stories in the books my mother and father would give me. it became a very big part of my life growing up. my own little escape to different worlds. acting and living out thousands of different lives in my head.”

“acting and living out a thousand lives…” alastor looked at you straight in the eyes. “how very poetic of you, my dear. it suits you.”

he tilted his head up, chin once again in between his thumb and index finger. in this position, he showed off his sharp jawline and flawless side profile, you can’t help but think that he was showing off.

“theaters and stories are closely intertwined, no? like a dance of emotions on the stage and in pages. the bridge between story and audience.”

you smile when he turned his head to grin at you.

“i’m not a very good dancer myself, i think i might have two left feet!” you jest.

“i’d beg to differ.” he said. “i think you’re quite the dancer my dear! you play an aloof character with a mysterious past; someone who abides by the rules but obviously questions them. dancing around the line of rebellion and being duty bound. no dancer could ever expect to dance the way you do on that stage.”

you were left speechless. toeing around the lines of sincerity and acting, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going through alastor’s mind, so you simply looked down at your second cup of coffee and raised it to the air.

“to the dance between theater and stories.”

alastor smiled, raised his own cup and clinked it with his own.

“to the dance we dance together on the stage.”

you bid alastor farewell when you reached your dressing room. after receiving an urgent message from emily and sera, you had to cut your date short, but not without a promise for another.

pushing the door open, you were met with emily running around the room, dragging everyone by the arm and sitting them down at the tiny sofa in the middle. a plastic cup was handed to you by a pale hand, her light violet eyes giving you a sense of comfort. bringing up the cup to your nose and taking a precautionary sniff, your eyes widen when you realize what it is.

“soju?”

“we wanted whiskey, but we had to make do with what we already have.” azrail said. “come on, everyone’s dying to know who the nominees are.” you return his excited grin and follow him to sit down with everyone else. turning back to lilith, she shook her head and stayed where she was so you muttered a soft thank you before sitting down.

the tension and excitement filled the room to the brim as sera stood at the front. her hands holding on to a pristine white envelope with a golden seal. the room slowly fell silent as sera cleared her throat.

“good evening everyone. it is my pleasure to announce the moment you’ve all been waiting for. but first.” everyone groaned and adam stood up from his seat. “hurry it up manager!” everyone laughed as lute tugged the man down and shushed him. “as i was saying, i am very proud of each and everyone of you. your hard work and dedication truly has been recognized, and this envelope here is the proof of it.”

“and the nominees for the best actor and actress awards from hazbin hotel are…” everyone waited with bated breath as sera’s eyes glazed over everyone that’s been on the edge of their seat.

“azrail!” the man let out a loud scream and pumped his fist in the air. “emily!” the girl’s eyes shone and hugged the nearest person — lute. “pensious!” the snake man let out a laugh, both his hands secured on his hips before pointing a finger at adam who only looked away. “lilith!” you clapped your hands as azrail whistled, the older woman only smiled and nodded. “and last but not least, [name]!”

“congratulations to you all! no words could ever explain how proud i am, so tonight,” sera raised her cup, her eyes scanning everyone in the room with a smile. “we celebrate to our hearts content!”

everyone cheered and hugged. you were dragged to azrail’s side who slowly crushed you in a side hug. adam got up on the couch, his cup raised up his in the room as everyone followed.

“to being the best fucking actors and actresses the world has ever seen!”

“cheers!”

today will be marked as one of the most enjoyable days of your life.

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vroerry · 11 months

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What would the BLLK boys wear om Halloween?

Nagi Seishiro

did NOT want to dress up

it was probably Reo who nagged him into it

hates hates making an effort

so he either puts on some animal ears

or he becomes a ghost

and no, not in the costume way

he ghosts Reo if he really isn't feeling it

if Reo lets it go he is probably staying in

if not, the catboy has arrived

Reo Mikage

king of being extra

proably a vampire

he buys his costume and all the accessories and even does his own make up

i lowkey think he wears makeup a lot

look at him he is a pretty boy, why wouldn't he?

he thinks he looks scary and cool but he is just the "gay cousin at the family function" vibe

Bachira Meguru

what do you mean cosplying isn't for halloween

has the thoughest time of all of them

can't decide what to wear

he has so many options he is about to give up

he is in way too many fandoms to pick out just one thing to wear

he ends up showing his cosplays to Isagi in the hopes of that he can pick one

he gives Bachira two choices

Chuuya from bsd or Kokichi from dr

he ends up choosing Chuuya just because he got a fresh pair of knee high boots

Hyoma Chigiri

dresses up as Ariel

i refuse to elaborate

it's self-explanatory

Shoei Baro

he lost a dare against Isagi

he fakes being sick just to avoid it

but Bachira catches him while trying to dip the thermometer in some tea

so they make his punishment even worse

he shows up in the most ridiculous monkey jumpsuit

wants to murder Isagi

jumps at Bachira who puts a pink ribbon on his head while saying it's a part of his punishment

give the man a break his ego is gone

Rensuke Kunigami

he is a furry

he is

look at that fluffy ginger hair

he hides it well or he doesn't even know it yet

but his costume is adead give-away

he would dress up as a fox

asked Reo to help with his make up and picking out accessories

he is one handsome boy

wore a pair of beige pants a black shirt with a wite west and an orange bowtie

Isagi Yoichi

he was sort of lost too on what to wear especially after Bachira asked him for help

he rummaged through his closet and came up with an idea after coming across an old fedora hat

he quickly searches for is tuxedo and a pair of sunglasses

he borrows some silves rings from Reo

everyone is going to Reo smh

and boom we have a super handsome mafia boss

he even slicked his hair back to make sure he looks like a boss

Baro may or may not have handed him some whisky

he may or may not have gotten so drunk he barely remembers a thing

Rin Itoshi

he waited last minute

he waited to see what Sae dresses up as and then choose his own

I'll reveal Sae soon

but Rin was so full of himself cuz what Sae chose was so easily overachieveable he didnt even need to go extra

he went extra regardless

in his mind this seemed the best one

important all throughout history

has authority

can basically do whatever he pleases but chooses not to

always came out on top if you think about it

everyone worships him

he dressed up as Jesus

Jesus Christ

Sae Itoshi

dressed up as himself because Halloween is for kids

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 1 year

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part five (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: None really, Just Y/n being worried and wholesomeness

Part four

Part six

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You're finally getting ready to go to the meeting of the High Lords to meet your brother, but Eris has a little gift for you first...

I smile at the few servants that walk the halls. I helped Tamlin set up a system where everyone in the court was happy, and made sure everyone felt equal.

Well, as equal as a court could get.

Maybe I had grown soft, with the elections that were held in the afterlife, the idea that no person was better than another by right.

Or maybe I had forgotten how cruel this world could be.

I shake my head to myself, heading back to my room.

AS I step in, locking the door behind me, I pause to look in the mirror.

I had found some neutral colored cloths, browns and whites, to make my dress with. I didn’t want to ally myself with my brother’s court when I don’t know what he’s become.

My dress was slim, and had a corset like top, the brown leather resting on my shoulders and below my breasts, while a white shirt with ruffles with a high neckline covered the rest.

With a braided crown with gold strands weaved into my black hair, my shoulders high, I looked like the High Ladies of olden times.

I left my hand, letting darkness twirl around it.

After you die, you get all the magic that you would have had in life, with no worries of it building up inside you and causing insanity.

I was told I would have been stronger than my brother, who currently holds the title of strongest highlord.

Even if I could, I wouldn’t take that from him.

However he may have changed, I wouldn’t believe he was no longer a good male.

He was nothing like our father.

A knock on the door startled me from my thoughts, and I smiled. “Who is it?”

“Hmmmm, guess.” Eris said from beyond the door, and I giggled.

“Oh, well I’m not very good at guessing, how about you just tell me.” I spoke, smiling as I leaned against the doorframe.

“Well, how about we compromise and you open the door so I can give you a gift.” He teased, and I snorted, opening the door to see him carrying a flattish, slightly large box.

I gave him a mock little bow as he stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Can you guess now?” He asks after throwing the box onto my bed, coming over and looking down at me with a mischievous grin.

“I’m not sure.” I say, a little breathless. If I leaned forward even an inch our chests would be touching.

He leans down slightly, and I panic, taking a quick step back. “Hm, you’re Eris I think.” I say with a wink.

Something like hurt flashed through his eyes, but he just winked. “Ah, and we have a winner.”

He nodded towards the box on the bed. “Open it.”

I went over, carefully undoing the beige ribbon that held it closed. I gasped softly as I lifted the lid off, revealing a beautiful device of black canvas and silver poles and gears. It had some sort of enchantment on it too.

“What is it?” I whispered, a little afraid to take it out of the box in case I broke it.

Eris grinned as he motioned for me to turn around. “Close your eyes, pet, and I’ll show you.”

I snorted as I did as he asked, a little nervous. “How are you to show me if I cannot see?”

He chuckled, and I felt him raise my arms, placing the device on my back as if it was a backpack. “Oh trust me, you’ll see it.”

I felt him god around me, tightening buckles and latching it around my chest.

After a moment, he stepped away, and a strange, magical sensation grew at my back.

“You can open your eyes now.” He said with proud excitement in his voice.

I was stunned speechless when I opened my eyes, looking into the mirror at the mechanical set of wings I now wore.

They were slightly flared, but with some concentration I was able to make them move.

“Eris- How did you even-?” I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

He came over next to me, touching one of the wings lightly and I shivered. I could actually feel them.

“I found the Female who helped Lucian, when I came to her and told her I had a female Illyrian who had lost her wings, she told me that she could do all she could.”

I whirled around, hugging him tightly. “Eris, you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you.”

He carefully brought up his arms to hug me back, and I could help but to notice his scent had a more crisp, calm smell to it today.

“A good gift then, I would say.” He said with an amused lilt to his voice, and I snorted into his chest, not quite ready to let go yet.

Another knock, and Lucian spoke through the door with a bit of annoyance, “Are you ready to go yet Y/N? The High Lord meeting should be starting any moment now.”

“YEP, ONE MINUTE.” I shouted obnoxiously loudly, and Lucian grumbled as he went away.

I finally pulled away from Eris, and he smiled softly.

“See you there.” Eris said, before winnowing away.

I took a deep breath. Going to a meeting with a bunch of High Lords who thought I was dead. What could possibly go wrong?

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 5 months

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OC questionnaire

Thanks to @drchenquill here, @somethingclevermahogony here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @elsie-writes here, and @dyrewrites here!

My last questionnaires:

Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash here.

Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan here!

Below the cut I'll do: Liam, Hye-Jin, Wendy, Wade, Issa, and CJ!

#1- Liam

Which color do you hate?

“Beige. Oh my God, it's just a boring color. I thought that we were past this. Different shades of beige and brown are being used to be the ~aesthetic~ of so many people on Tiktok. Ma'am, where are you from, Boringsville??? I'm not dissing brown. Brown is a great color. But beige??? Who thought this would look nice on anything, much less everything? Why are all of your walls beige--you look like you live in a sandcastle. Man, I feel bad for Hye-Jin. Her powers appear beige! You poor thing. I have brown. An awesome color, remember. So earthly. Anyway, beige can go die with the sand in the Yukon River Basin for all I care. If I go into your house and see one beige wall, I'm leaving. A rainbow is weeping. You disgraced the rainbow. How dare you.”

If all the sounds in the world would cease to exist, which sound would you miss the most?

“I don't see the point in making me choose a favorite sound. Also, how do you know sound stopped? Ceased to exist? Sound exists as a vibration through matter. Why would that vibration suddenly stop? How do you know we didn't all just go deaf? That's a significantly more logical explanation than sound disappearing. And if you think I don't have an answer and am just avoiding the question, you're very mistaken. I'd miss people's voices. For a variety of reasons. Connection, analyzing tone, nuances of emotion or thought, even my own voice. Sure, I'd be able to learn a gesture-based language--I am not saying voice is the most important thing to hear. But considering I like a good oral debate, I would still miss it, even if it would take me time to adjust to the new mode of speaking. Next!”

What is the first rule you learned as a child?

“You are going to have to rebel and argue your way out of everything. You may or may not be able to tell, but I am a strongly opinionated person. I can make an argument out of everything. Knowing how to back stuff up with logic and facts to get your way. Push and push and push. Know your shit. If you're wondering how this was the first rule I learned, one of my first memories is refusing to eat my carrots because they were bad. I was...three and a half maybe. And I told my mom, 'if I eat these carrots, I will throw up, and then I'd have to eat more food, and you get mad when food is wasted'. I then ate carrots and threw up. Never had to eat them again.”

#2- Hye-Jin

What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

“Oh, oh no. First day of class, kindergarten. I had to introduce myself in front of the class. I was so excited for my first day of class. I wore this cute little dress, my hair in high pigtails and bows. But when I stood in front of everyone else, I got so sick I threw up. I think I ate something like prune juice in the morning. My dress was ruined. Had to be walked to the nurse to change. Wore that the rest of the day.”

What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

“Food, water, and shelter. Sunscreen. I'm not pale, but that doesn't mean I'll be protected from UV rays. I would like a change of clothes just so I feel clean. I wouldn't mind bringing one person along with me, but you said what, so that may not be an option. But I really think I could do it.”

What is your favorite animal?

“I actually really like snakes. They're super cool in terms of design. Love reading about them, and I have a snake themed room!”

#3- Wendy

What is your favourite animal?

“Changes depending on the day. Yesterday it was tigersharks. Today it's a water dragon. Tomorrow it may be a capybara.”

Do you have any obscure skills? What are they?

“I can basket weave. Some people think that's obscure.”

If you could change one thing about the world you live in, what would it be?

“More hours in the day so I can do what I want to do.”

#4- Wade

What is your favorite song?

“Rasputin. How can you not love that song? Mr. Brightside is up there, too.”

Do you like consuming happy, positive media, or sadder, more thought-provoking media?

“I like both. You need a balance in life. But thought-provoking in general. I like thinking about things, analyzing them. Not necessarily sadder stories, but thought-provoking.”

What is your favorite type of weather?

“I like it warm and sunny, but enough cloud coverage. The kind of weather where everything is greener, that makes you say out loud, 'it sure is a beautiful day.'”

#5- Issa

When is the last time you were afraid?

“Last week, I was staying up late working on an essay. I was home alone--something I rarely am with six siblings. It was eerily quiet. I already felt uncomfortable. I was on the phone with Alex, multitasking, so I could have someone to talk to to ease my nerves. She got up to pee, which left me alone in my living room for a few minutes. In that time, I heard a banging on our garage door. It was harsh, constant. I thought someone was trying to break in. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone. Alex got back on the line then. I would've felt much better if whatever that was happened any other time.”

Does the fear haunt you still?

“Not really. It was only a minute, maybe two. Took about an hour talking to Alex. But I stopped working on my essay for the rest of the night. Not that I didn't try, but Alex convinced me to stop when I couldn't concentrate due to my heart pounding.”

What do you do when you're afraid?

“What's with all the fear questions? Well, I usually stand my ground. I yelped a bit when that happened. I was frozen for a bit, but I actually was about to get up to check what the banging was when it stopped.”

#6- CJ

What was your favorite toy as a child?

“I had little mini figurines of a bunch of Puppets* characters. I liked them because most of my playtime consisted of me ordering them based on height. After I lined them up, I would play. I also liked burying a bunch of rubber balls in the yard, leaving them there for, like, a week, then digging them up again. My shovels were definitely a favorite. There was also some cool Alii tech thing that simulated growth of a plant. The entire life cycle, in fact. Man, that was awesome.”

What makes you laugh every time you see it?

“Issa and Alex invite us to their improv shows each Friday. Issa is the best at anything they give her. I could watch her all day. She loves putting inside jokes in her skits for me, and is great at linking back previous gags. And then Alex wins Can You Ask a Question? each time. But it's hilarious how she and Issa interact. One time, Wendy laughed harder than I'd ever seen, and she spit out her drink. Then this one asshole Ellie slipped on it during her turn. So yeah, the improv shows.”

Who is the most annoying person you know?

“Issa is annoyingly optimistic sometimes, but that's why I love her. Parker is also a bit annoying at times, but he's funny as shit, so I don't care. Gabriel is quite annoying. Everyone tells me that we're very similar, but I don't see it. Honestly, yeah, it's Ellie. I didn't want to say she was annoying cause she's mainly rude. She's constantly making fun of me for everything I do. Like she doesn't like how organized and specific I am for some reason. She asked for a pencil once, and I told her no, I have my pencils for a very specific reason, and don't let anyone else use them. I think she's hated me ever since. It's probably not as petty as that, unless it is. I don't know. Thankfully, I don't know her well enough to answer that question.”

*this universe's Muppets

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EDIT: I DID NOT GIVE YOU QUESTIONS OH MY GODDDDDD I'm so sorry

What's something that was horrible in the moment, but in hindsight is hilarious?

Do you often get lost in thought? Where does your mind go? How do you focus?

Who do you worry about the most?

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pyromaniacbibliophile · 6 months

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Snakes, Books and Radio; 1919 broadcast {featuring Rosie}

Aziraphale walked into the large entrance room. It was absolutely full of people, all dressed in the latest fashion. Namely, cocktail and flapper dresses, suits and ties. This was 1919 of course, what else would one expect? The war had ended in June, three months ago. He was very glad, it had been nigh impossible to aquire books, even in America as he was.

To celebrate, when one of his acquaintances had invited him to this party, he had said yes. Before, he had planned to return to England and his beloved bookshop , but seeing as this was a time of joy and peace, he thought that he may as well party.

He wore his best outfit, a light beige suit and trousers with a crisp white shirt and blue tie. Accepting a glass of champagne from a waiter, he surveyed the room. For some reason, his eye was drawn to (he presumed) a couple, who were talking languidly in a corner.

The man was quite young, obviously to a semi-immortal angel everyone was young but this man looked young, if he had to guess he would say mid twenties. He had light brown skin, messily styled brown hair, thin glasses balanced on his nose, strangely red eyes and he was wearing a white shirt with a red-brown waistcoat. A red rose was tucked into his pocket.

His partner was shapely and tall, with strawberry blond hair in a bob, dark eyes, pale skin, a lovely pink feathered hat and a light pink blouse with darker accents tucked into a dark pink skirt.

Aziraphale could not understand why he was drawn to them, both were definitely human and didn't look too different from everyone else. Tearing his eyes away, he looked around further and nearly spat out his drink. Crowley was not who he expected to see, and certainly not looking like-like that!

The demon's hair was far longer than usual and fell down his back in g̶o̶r̶g̶e̶o̶u̶s̶ red waves. That was not the only change, if it was the angel probably wouldn't have been so stunned. However, Crowley was wearing a (black) dress. Not only that, but h̶e̶, well, h̶e̶ had a-a bosom! And hips and a waist and-well, all the evidence pointed to the demon being female. It was definitely Crowley, but Aziraphale was fairly confident the last time they had met, Crowley was decidedly male.

Walking over, he tapped the demon on the shoulder. Crowley span around delightedly "Heya Zira, darling" she purred "fancy seeing you here."

Unsure quite how to reply, he was quite relieved when their host, Charles Adrieux, who had been talking to Crowley, exclaimed happily "I say! Mr Fell, I didn't know you and Adeline were acquainted. Magnificent! Now I can seat you two together at lunch."

He darted off before Aziraphale could comment. Turning instead to Crowley, he asked incredulously "Adeline?"

"Why yes, Adeline.J.Crowley, at your service." she curtsied.

"Well-I- That is entirely beside the point. What are you doing here? I'll have you know, Mr Adrieux is a dear friend of mine and" he was interrupted by Crow-Adeline laughing.

"Relax Angel, I'm not here for anything nefarious. Actually, Charles is" and here her eyes sparkled mischievously "as much a dear friend of mine as he is of yours. I'm just here to celebrate! Am I not allowed to have fun? Or is that a privilege taken away when one strolls leisurely downwards, if you catch my drift?"

" I suppose a tiny bit of fun might be permitted.... " He said, hoping it was the safest answer.

"Spectacular! Well Angel, would you do me the honour of being my partner for the evening?"

He must have looked stunned as Adeline added"no need to worry, it's not like any of your lot would ever come down here unless either you were in severe trouble or the world was ending, neither of which is happening so we're fine"

He wanted to protest, after all, despite her change in looks, she was still a demon, the Enemy... But her points did make sense, and one night did not friends make..."Alright then."

Adeline grinned. Just then, a loud voice boomed "Greetings everyone! It is such a pleasure to see all my friends here to celebrate the war's end!" There was a large cheer. "Now, my chefs have prepared a delectable feast, if you would start to enter the dining room, your seating will be assigned." Charles shouted into a megaphone with delight.

"so, how did you meet Charles?" she enquired

"I could ask you the same thing, Ladies first and all. "

"Well played, let me see. I believe we first met in Italy actually, he runs in similar circles as I." Aziraphale was astounded. He knew all about the sort of people Adeline's circles tended to attract, he would never have thought.. "Charles? Really?"

"Really, you wouldn't think so looking at him, would you?"

The Angel replied in the negative , then both quieted as they entered the large dining room. Quickly, they found their seats, flowery script on neat cards next to each other proclaimed

𝓜𝓻 𝓐. 𝓩𝓲𝓻𝓪. 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓵

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓐𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮. 𝓙. 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓮𝔂

Taking their seats, they fell back into conversation, after all, it had been years since their last meeting. About 5 minutes later, they were joined by their seating partners, who were, funnily enough, the couple Aziraphale had been drawn to earlier. The man drew out the chair for the lady and then sat. Looking subtly over, Aziraphale could see their cards read

𝓜𝓻 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻.𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓻

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓲 -𝓥𝓲𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮

Adeline, who was seated next to 'Alastor', introduced herself "Hello, I'm Miss Crowley, but please, call me Adeline. May I have the pleasure of your names?"

"A pleasure indeed to meet such a fine lady, my name is Alastor and this is my good friend Rosie." He said smoothly, kissing the back of her hand.

Aziraphale felt suddenly slightly jealous, but couldn't imagine why. The lady, Rosie, then enquired "And who might you be?"

Realising he hadn't introduced himself yet, he spoke"oh, how terribly rude of me, I'm Zira. Adeline and I are old friends."

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet both of you."The four began talking, and soon the conversation turned to their host.

"if you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet our illustrious host?" Zira asked, genuinely curious, the duo didn't seem like the type to know Charles.

"Well, he is an investor in my radio show"

Alastor began before the angel interrupted him "You have a radio show? What's it about?" he said excitedly, he adored listening to radio while reading.

"I'm unsure whether a gentleman of your standard would enjoy it, as it mainly features discussions about crime, mostly violent. Sometimes we interview the victims, if they are still alive of course. I'm afraid I have rather an interest in the criminal mind."

Adeline cocked her head. "That sounds intriguing," she said, interest clear in her tone. "I shall have to listen to it"

Aziraphale was interested as well and said so. Despite being an angel, he did rather enjoy discussions of crime. "In strictest confidence, may I ask what the next broadcast will be about?"

"Oh yes, tell all, Al. I must confess a slight curiously myself" Rosie admitted.

"I trust you all can keep a secret? Very well, it is an exploration into the possible motives of two serial killers. To be more precise, the Smiling Hunter and the Strangling Rose. I didn't particularly want to do it, however the producer insisted."

The names rang a bell, but he wasn't quite sure where from. "Would you be so kind as to refresh my memory of them?" he asked.

Rosie did so. "First, people often accociate the two together because of their victims. Both tend to target r@pists, however the Rose also kills abusive husbands while the Hunter also kills rich white businessmen. Apart from that, no one can find a link between the two so joining them is irrational. "

" Do you have an interest in crime as well?" Adeline asked Rosie.

"Not as such, I merely have a very good memory and Al talks a lot about work."

Alastor aquiesed to this statement with a brief nod. Still curious, Aziraphale queried "Why are they called the Smiling Hunter and the Strangling Rose? There must be a reason?"

"Oh, there is, but it is rather gruesome, I am afraid it isn't quite the topic to discuss over lunch. Perhaps we can continue after food?" Alastor said.

Aziraphale was fairly confident he and Adeline would both be fine, having eaten crepes while watching beheadings of aristocracy and witnessed the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, amongst other things. However neither of them could tell their present company this, so agreed. The first course was served, salmon mousse on sliced rye bread.They began to eat.

Part way through, Rosie laughed and said "do forgive me Zira, but I have been meaning to ask, where are you from? I admit having a slight curiosity"

"Go on Angel" Adeline added when it became apparent he had paused for too long.

"Well, I live in England, but the Fell family come from all over." There. No lie had been told. He was the Fell family, after all, although can it really be called a family if it only has the one member?

"Ah! England would explain your accent, yes. Tell me, what's it like? I've never been."

"it is very nice, I own a bookshop in London, the capital city."

"you own a bookshop?" Alastor said excitedly. The rest of the meal went very quickly, Rosie and Zira swapping seats so they could talk to Adeline and Alastor separately.

The time had passed so quickly, they decided to bid farewell to their host and go to 'a darling little tea shop' recommended by Rosie, to keep talking. Neither Aziraphale or Adeline had enjoyed human company this much for ages.

Strolling out of the dining room, they found Charles and said farewell to him, Alastor promising that this week's broadcast would be better (and bloodier) than ever. As they left the manor, Rosie led them round streets and through a small alley until they came out in front of a lovely, flower decorated, tea shop. Walking in, Alastor and Zira got a few looks, men didn't usually visit tearooms such as these, but soon enough the oddity was forgotten and the customers turned back to their friends.

From behind the counter, an older woman wearing a smart brown blazer and skirt rushed over, embracing Rosie with a delighted cry "Darling! It has been too long, far too long. You have finally come to your Aunt Ophelia's shop yes? Come, sit. Who are your friends?"

The four sat around the prettily decorated table that Ophelia had showed them to. Rosie smiled. "Dearest Aunt, I sincerely apologise for my absence but I have been very busy with things. Everyone, this is my godmother Ophelia. Aunt, you know Alastor,"

"Well of course I do, but I am fairly certain I have never seen these two in my life" while speaking she gestured broadly to Aziraphale and Adeline.

Both Zira and Rosie were rather stunned when Adeline winked roguishly and said"oh yes you have, surely you recall the party in 1905? The one in Lafayette?"

Ophelia looked briefly confused then shocked. "No. Crowley? Ha! You've changed"

"Oh, maybe just a bit. And it's Adeline currently" said demon purred laughingly"

My, my. Well, as it turns out I know three of this illustrious band, so may I enquire whom you may be, Mr..."

Zira started and answered "Fell, Zira Fell. A pleasure to meet you, madam."

" Ooh, no, I am no madam, just plain Ms Blanche. Shall I bring you cake and sandwiches and some iced tea?"

"The iced tea sounds perfect, unfortunately we have just been to lunch at the Adrieux manor, so we will have to decline the food." Alastor said, he adored Ophelia's cakes and was slightly disappointed at being unable to eat them today.

"But of course, no matter, I shall prepare your tea and leave you to your conversation." with that she departed.

"How did you meet my godmother?" Rosie enquired.

Adeline grinned. "It was at a rather excellent party a while back, she's an excellent dancer. Anyway, do spill the tea on these two serial killers, I find myself much intrigued..."

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Hope you enjoyed! There will be more in this series, I have a ✨plan✨now

#hazbin hotel #alastor #good omens #crowley #aziracrow #hazbin hotel rosie #aziraphale #Hazbin hotel+ good omens #Fanfic

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amyreads · 10 months

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I had some questions if that's alright with you.

1. What inspires your characters appearance and sense of fashion? All of your characters have such great character designs.

2. Would you say there's a difference in genre between what you like to read and what you like to write or is it the same?

3. And last but not least, what are your favorite genre of IFs to play? Is there a specific genre or type of ro/trope you enjoy?

Of course! I love these kinds of questions! Long post warning!

1. What inspires your characters appearance and sense of fashion? All of your characters have such great character designs.

Thank you so much! I worked really hard to get them to fit a vibe that felt perfect for me. I really wanted them to be fashion-forward since a lot of being fame and being visible is being on top of trends. Characters like G have stylists so G is very trendy. The characters are also very expressive not only with their music but their clothes. None of the characters are very shy when it comes to their sense of fashion was is exciting because I love describing outfits. I know some authors find it tedious and 'amateur' which I kinda see why since it's a bit juvenile but I love love love it.

For G, I was inspired by 80s rockstars with long curly hair as well as Cher in the 70s haha I knew I wanted G to have a very prominent detail and it's their long (straight, in their case) black hair. G's tattoos are sort of a mark of their growth as an artist. When they first started, they were essentially 'pure' in the sense that they had no tats and were very young. As they grew older, the tats also grew in number. Touched by fame. SO poetic /j G is very flamboyant and they are very experimental/adventurous with their clothes.

This goes for Victoria. As a model and actress, she's very fashion forward. She prefers dresses over pants and that's kind of her brand haha ! Her red hair and the fact that her stage name ends in Valentine made red her brand, and she takes advantage of that. Branding is very important for her and G, so it helps when you have that *thing* that reminds people of you.

For Seven, the infamous (lol) bandana was something that just came to me. I also wanted Seven to have a "staple" look and I just think it looks cool! Again, it's very reminiscent of the old age rock stars. If Seven were a cartoon character, the outfit they wore at the party (industrial shirt/red and black striped undershirt) would be their "everyday outfit" I think. It really shows their personality; Seven's oversized, messy look reflects them in a way. The fact that it looks deliberately disheveled but Seven worked hours to look good is very telling of who they are. Seven likes to pretend they don't care but we all know that's not the truth!

August has a very calming quality to them. Very grounding. In a story where the ROs are all messes, August's penchant for silence and calm shines. Their colors are a nice brown, green, beige. Very neutral and low-key. They wear a lot of sweaters and cardigans and linen pants because it's comfortable and cozy. Their clothes reflect their personality the most. Kinda reminds me of pajamas in a way!

Orion is pretty self explanatory. While everyone else considers BOTB and everything an outlet for their creativity, Orion sees it for what it is: a job. He dresses professionally to set him apart from the band and everyone else. He's there to work. He's very clean-cut, and very neat so it shines in his clothes.

Seb is well, I wanted Seb to be very unassuming and just normal hahaha. Everyone else dresses really stylishly and I wanted Seb to be really low-key. It's obvious he has no desire to be in the spotlight and that shows with his plain, basic clothing.

2. Would you say there's a difference in genre between what you like to read and what you like to write or is it the same?

Hm, up until recently I used to only read fantasy. I think one of my first if games was Choice of Rebels, among a few others. Writing fantasy is what helped build up my skill. All I've ever wanted to be was a fantasy author until one day...I just started hating it. I hated writing fantasy. I LOVE LOVE reading it, but I hate writing fantasy. I don't know why. I think it's because I fail to convince myself. My suspension of disbelief is very strict when it comes to my own writing, while another writer can convince me of anything in fiction so as long as it makes a lick of sense. It's weird!

I still love fantasy as a reader but I don't think I could ever write it. I do want to try one day though!

I'm more strictly slice-of-life nowadays, aside from Body Double. I think it's easier for me. I love romcoms. I love romance, which hasn't changed. I find it funny that I'm not very romantic in real life but romance is like a baseline requirement for me in stories.

One thing that stays the same is that I love angst. Reading and writing it. I don't like fluff, it makes me cringe. (There will be fluff in Infamous aha). I don't like power fantasies or any of that. Ah, I don't know!

3. And last but not least, what are your favorite genre of IFs to play? Is there a specific genre or type of ro/trope you enjoy?

I'll read anything! I don't have a favorite, I don't think, but I do love urban/modern fantasy. A mixture of slice-of-life and fantasy is the sweet spot for me.

Specific type of RO I like are the emotionally unavailable/closed off ones or the mean ones haha. I do not like easy romances. I like working for it and I think when an RO doesn't want my character it makes it so much more fun and the payoff is so much more satisfying. I need yearning...longing. I need slow burn!

I know there are readers who like playing games where the MC is important loved but I'm not a fan. I like my MC being a regular person that's treated accordingly depending on the character and the story. I don't want my MC to get special treatment or to be powerful just because they're the MC. It has to make sense to me. For me, the ROs should have a greater purpose that goes beyond just romancing the MC.

I get a lot of flak for making the MC an underdog in infamous, but MC is not meant to be the most important person in the room at the start of the story. They need to earn it, which I think feels better.

My favorite RO from any IF game is Nash so <3 I guess that says it all hahah

I hope you liked my answers! This was really fun for me lolol

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Unintentional Distraction

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD!!!!, SMUT, filthy shameless smut (Lord help me if Sebastian ever sees this lmao.), fluff, Sebastian’s hands (is that a warning?), some talk about Civil War but I don't think there are any spoilers, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight dom/sub, name-calling, hair pulling, biting, choking, overstimulation, explicit language, crying, teasing, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,805

Beta: T. Thompson

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This was based on yet another TikTok and the encouragement of my amazing friend @madashatters18

It was way too early for your phone to be ringing, so you couldn't be blamed for the slight irritation in your voice. It was your day off and all you wanted to do was sleep past eight in the morning.

"Hello?"

So much for that.

"Y/N/N? I'm sorry to wake you up, love. I need to ask you a huge favor though."

You squinted at your alarm clock, propping yourself up on your right arm. "Sara? 'S like six-thirty. What's wrong?"

She sighed and took a moment before responding. "You know that Marvel panel I was supposed to attend today?"

You groaned and sat up against your headboard, "you need me to go and film it for you, don't you?"

Sara gave a sound of affirmation as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. "You owe me. Where is it and what time do I need to be there?"

She squealed and you were suddenly thankful you had her on speakerphone. "Thank you thank you thank you! The panel starts at noon and it's at the Hyatt Regency hotel. The one right outside of downtown."

You hung up with her and set an alarm for nine before sliding back underneath your covers. If you were going to endure a thirty-minute long panel with a room full of people then you needed more sleep.

Two and a half hours later you reluctantly crawled out of bed and shuffled to your bathroom. A hot shower and six outfit choices later, you finally decided to wear your black cocktail dress and a pair of red stilettos. You straightened your hair and applied some makeup before grabbing your red clutch. Checking to make sure you had your driver's license, debit card, chapstick, and cellphone, you locked up and took the elevator down to your car.

Traffic was light and before you knew it you'd parked in the hotel's parking garage. The gentleman at the front desk gave you your credentials and a seat number, which happened to be in the middle of the front row.

Great, I'm gonna be right in their line of sight.

Taking your seat, you crossed one leg over the other and prepared your phone so it was ready to record. It was about ten minutes until noon and the conference room was buzzing with activity. There were four chairs spaced evenly, and a man with dark hair and glasses sat on stage right with a microphone in his hand. He smiled at the crowd and gestured to the empty chairs.

"Please welcome the directors of Captain America: Civil War, Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, and Bucky Barnes himself, Sebastian Stan!"

Everyone in the room, including you, applauded as three other men took to the stage. The first man also had dark hair and glasses. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a beige shirt with a black vest. Next to him was another man, but this one was a bit shorter than the other one. He had salt and pepper hair and wore all black. Finally, Sebastian, who apparently played the character, Bucky Barnes, took the seat next to the host. He was tall, probably around six feet, with longish brown hair and cerulean eyes. He was also sporting all black, but his jacket was leather.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was gorgeous, and you silently thanked Sara for asking you to take over filming this panel. Oh, shit! That's right! Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone, accidentally dropping it in the process. It slid across the wood floor coming to a stop right in front of the stage.

Sebastian smiled softly, bent down to grab it, and held it out to you. If you could sink into the floor, you would.

"Th-Thank you."

He winked and your breath hitched. "No problem, darlin'."

Things went smooth for a little while, mostly standard questions about the film itself: how the idea of Civil War came to be, the way they reversed the roles of Captain Rogers and Tony Stark, and the process of incorporating Bucky to be the center focal of the film. You noticed Sebastian’s sense of humor right away. His little jokes about Bucky's metal arm and how waiting on the Russo's is kind of like waiting for Christmas making you giggle.

You'd never seen a Marvel movie, but you had to admit Bucky's backstory seemed quite interesting. Characters with a good dynamic and a damaged past always seemed to draw you in.

About seven minutes in, you found yourself continuously watching Sebastian’s hands. He fidgeted a lot, sure, but the fact that they were so large, and the thought of them touching you, made you squeeze your thighs together with want. God, this man was sexy without even trying.

He'd occasionally make eye contact with you, offering you a little smile each time, and it made you think that he was aware of the effect he had on you. It wasn't until about eighteen minutes in that your previous thought became a reality.

A woman was called on to ask a question and she directed it towards the Russo brothers. It had something to do with location, but you couldn't really be sure because it was apparent that Sebastian was teasing you.

He had to be. His ankle was draped over his left knee while his right hand rested in the crease where his leg was bent. He had his middle, ring, and pinky fingers stretched out, the tips of them tapping a staccato rhythm. The moment his index finger curled inward and moved in a come-hither motion you nearly moaned out loud. You were so focused on his movements that you didn't realize he was staring straight at you, watching you worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

When you finally moved your eyes back to his, he was smirking deviously.

Fuck! There was no way he wasn't reading you like a book right now.

The last half of the panel continued normally for the most part. It was hard to focus on the questions, but you did recall someone asking Sebastian what he'd say to Bucky if he had a chance to talk to him before he became the Winter Soldier.

He chuckled and said, "don't worry. It's gonna be alright." Then someone else asked one of those hard-to-answer questions. It was something along the lines of what they wanted for Bucky's future. Sebastian shook his head and the whole room gasped when one of the brothers said that he didn't have one.

The last few questions weren't directed at Sebastian, so, of course, he kept stealing glances at you. He was clearly flirting now, and it made you wonder what his plan was after this event was over.

You didn't have to wait long because the host finally announced the panel's end. Everyone clapped as the guests walked off stage and you were honestly surprised that Sebastian didn't give you any inkling that he wanted to continue your little cat and mouse game.

Well, at least you could pair your disappointment with the bottle of rosé in your fridge. Sending the video link to Sara, you followed the crowd of people towards the exit. Before you were able to push your way out the door someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss?"

You turned and met the eyes of the host.

"I was told to tell you that Sebastian would like to meet you."

You blinked, "he um…he does?"

He nodded and pointed to the curtain they went behind just moments ago.

"Yeah, if you go through there and hang a right you'll come to a hallway. His green room is the second door on the left."

You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly making your way across the room. The closer you got the more your legs shook, and by the time you were outside the door all you could hear was the loud thumping of your racing heart. You knocked lightly, picking at your nails in anticipation.

"It's open!"

His voice made you shiver as you opened the door with a shaky hand.

The room was cozy, probably ten by ten, and was well lit. There was a table with an assortment of finger foods, soft drinks, and champagne, a flat screen TV mounted to the wall, and a coffee table surrounded by two chairs and a couch, which Sebastian was sitting on. The way he was staring at you made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. You weren't scared per se, but everything about his demeanor exuded dominance.

"What's your name?"

It was a simple question. You shouldn't even have to think about it, considering it's been a muscle memory answer since you were a toddler. The thing was, this was not a normal situation, and right now your brain has decided that it no longer wants to participate in this conversation.

You heard him get up, his shoes making a soft sound on the floor as he stalked toward you. He was so close now, the intoxicating smell of his cologne surrounding you making you dizzy.

"Look at me, doll."

As nervous as you were, you still did what he asked and slowly let your eyes travel up his body. Your gaze raked over his toned calves, thick thighs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and finally his insanely beautiful face.

"There's no reason to be scared. I don't bite...hard." He chuckled and watched as you played with your hands.

"I um…Y/N…"

Three words. Three little words were all you could manage and when his fingertips touched your arm it made your knees buckle a fraction.

"Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf, sweetheart. C'mere. Come and sit with me."

He brought you to the couch and sat down, pulling you with him.

"Would you like something to drink? There's water, Diet Coke, Sprite, and some champagne."

You looked at your lap and licked your lips. "Just um…w-water is fine, thank you."

He poured you a glass and handed it to you, watching as you sipped at the cool liquid.

"So, I couldn't help but notice the way you were lookin' at me earlier." He took the cup from you and set it on the table, his thumb and index finger tilting your chin up. "Especially my hands. You seemed…quite focused on the way I moved them."

Your eyes were hooded, full of lust, as you nodded. "Well," his baby blues flicked down to your mouth, "I can assure you they move well in other ways too."

You whimpered and held your breath as he leaned in. "Just say the word and I'll stop, but," his thumb swiped your bottom lip, "I don't think you want me to."

Sebastian closed the distance and immediately slid his tongue against yours. The hand that wasn't cupping your cheek wandered south, grabbing underneath your left thigh. The moment you whimpered into his mouth his grip tightened possessively.

He pulled away, staring at your kiss-swollen lips for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Can I take this off of you?"

He was obviously referring to your dress, but the reaction time of your brain was practically nonexistent so you just nodded dumbly.

"Oh, princess," he chuckled, "I can't believe how wrecked you are right now. Can't even speak and all I've done is kiss you. I'll bet," he curled a section of your hair around his finger, "you're absolutely soaked."

Your eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from your parted lips. He stood and pulled you to your feet. "Turn around, baby."

Once your back was to him, he moved your hair to one side. "You have such pretty skin. So smooth and soft under my hands."

He planted a kiss right where your neck met your shoulder and that was the moment you finally found your voice. "...please!"

"Oh," he cooed, "there's that sweet voice. Tell me what you need, sweetheart."

Instead of answering him, you reached behind you to tug at the zipper. "Patience, Y/N," he admonished as he grabbed your wrist. "I'll give you what you want, but it's gonna be at my pace. Is that understood, doll?"

Fuck! You'd never wanted someone so bad in your entire life.

"Y-Yes…"

He leaned down right next to your ear, "yes what?"

You whined as another wave of arousal made your panties even wetter. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

He slid the zipper down torturously slow, your newly exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. Sebastian made a low appreciative hum at the sight of your matching bra and panty set.

"I like this color on you, baby. Can't wait to see you in more though. I bet you'd look absolutely stunning in red."

Your mind was still trying to process the fact that he'd just insinuated there was going to be a 'next time', so you couldn't help the needy moan when he began peppering kisses between your shoulder blades.

"Mmm, that was a pretty sound," his teeth nipped at the base of your neck making you suck in a sharp breath. "Gonna have to see if I can make you do that again."

"Sir, please… please touch me."

He smirked against your skin. "I am touchin' you, sweet girl."

Now there was no doubt in your mind. This man was trying to kill you.

"T-That's not…I need…"

He laughed softly, "I told you to be patient, honey. I'm busy admiring what I've decided is now mine."

His words made your brain short circuit and you were about to start begging for more when you felt his fingers slide the dress over your shoulders. Gravity took it to the floor leaving you almost bare to him.

"As much as I love the way lace looks on you, I have to admit it'd look even better on the floor."

Once he was done undressing you, except for your red pumps, he turned you back around to face him.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

His kiss was bruising, possessive like he was marking his territory. His left hand trailed down over the pulse point of your neck, barely grazed your nipple, and finally came to a stop right above your clit.

"How bad do you wanna cum around my fingers, princess?"

You didn't answer right away so he got closer, his lips inches from yours. "I mean, if you don't want to then I can stop. We could watch a movie instead. How 'bout that?"

Your eyes shot open, the mere thought of him leaving you like this made your eyes fill with tears. "No! P-Please… I… I'm so… Sir, I can't… please. Just please!"

His right hand brushed a loose tear from your cheek, "oh, baby. Shh, I was just teasing."

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Don't worry about how loud you are. Let them hear. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."

He swirled one thick digit around your clit pulling a loud, desperate sound from your throat. "Jesus sugar, you're fuckin' dripping. Did I do all this? You really got this wet from watching me move my fingers?"

Your left hand gripped his bicep like it was a lifeline. "Yes! Yes, fuck, please! Please make me cum! Wanna cum so bad, sir! Want you t-"

He pushed your feet apart and cut you off with another kiss. "Breathe, baby. I'll take care of you, okay?"

Sebastian alternated between rubbing your clit to circling your entrance for a few minutes. It wasn't enough, but at least he was doing something. Finally, he shoved two of them inside you, starting a steady pace.

"Oh, fuck yesssss," you hissed and threw your head back.

"Yeah, honey? 'S that what you needed? Needed this pretty cunt stuffed full of my fingers?"

He quickly added a third one making your eyes roll back. "Oh, my god! Oh, f-fuck! More! Please I-I want more, sir!"

Sebastian took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. "You sure you can take all four, doll? I don't know if this tight little pussy can handle that much."

You dug your nails harder into the leather of his jacket, your moans now echoing throughout the room. "Fuck! Yes, just… - oh, god - … I can take it, sir!"

He stopped moving, his pinky rubbing along your folds until it was wet enough. There was a blunt pressure that made you squeeze your eyes shut, but soon Sebastian had four of his thick, long fingers buried inside you.

You clenched around them making him moan with you.

"Shit, honey. You love this don't ya? Love havin' me fingerfuck you like a needy little whore."

You cried out as he began moving again, the obscene sounds of how wet you were mixing with your desperate pleas for more. "Oh, god! You're gonna make m-me cum!"

Sebastian moved his hand faster, his fingers curling while he pressed his thumb against your clit. "Do it, Y/N. Drench my fuckin' hand, doll."

He scraped his teeth against the skin just below your ear and that was it. Your legs shook, his name a guttural scream as your cum coated his hand, your inner thighs, and the floor.

He held you up, kissing you breathlessly while aftershocks of the best orgasm of your life sparked through your body.

"That was so damn hot, baby. Got me hard as a fuckin' rock watchin' you squirt all over me."

You raised a shaky hand to his chest, "please I need it… please I need you inside me so bad."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Listen to you, sugar. You sound so pretty begging for my cock. You want me to fuck that tight little hole, hm? Fill it full of my cum?"

You couldn't take it anymore. Dropping to your knees, you undid his pants just enough to free him and wrapped your lips around the swollen head.

"Son of a-, fucking hell, Y/N!"

He moaned sinfully and it only fueled your desire to hear it again. Taking him down your throat, you looked up at him and swallowed while swirling your tongue slowly.

"Oh, my fucking god, baby! Stop, honey I don't wanna cum yet. Sweetheart, stop-stop-stop I- fuck - babydoll…"

As much as you loved seeing him a babbling mess, the need for him to stretch you open was much greater.

"Fuck me until I can't remember who I am, sir."

He growled and pulled you to your feet. "Bend over. Hands on the wall. Now. I won't ask twice."

You didn't need to be told twice. He kicked his pants off and took off his leather jacket before coming up behind you. Sebastian grabbed one of your ass cheeks roughly and smacked it hard.

"I mean it. I want this whole hotel to hear you scream my fucking name. 'M gonna absolutely ruin you, princess."

The part of your brain in charge of forming a response was rendered useless as he snapped his hips upwards until they met the back of your thighs.

"Fuck, Sebastian!"

He didn't give you time to adjust, his fingertips holding onto you tightly as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. It was so good, he was so good, and you were one hundred percent certain everyone in a five-block radius knew it too.

"This what you wanted, doll? My cock stretching you open? Fuck, you feel good."

He smacked your ass again, the action making your walls contract around him. "Shit! Yeah, baby. That's it, Y/N… take it. Take my fuckin' dick."

You could barely breathe, let alone think straight. His filthy words, the sounds he made, the way he was slamming into your sweet spot, it was all too much.

"G-Gonna...Oh, fuck Sebastian!"

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back, the new angle making your vision go white. "Yeah? Gonna cum, princess? C'mon, give it to me. Soak my fuckin' cock, Y/N. Right fuckin' now!"

He held you by your throat and applied delicious pressure making your second orgasm crash into you with the force of a hurricane. A gush of slick covered him and your legs as you shook uncontrollably in his arms.

"FUCK! You're such a good fucking girl." He didn't stop, but his thrusts slowed considerably. "I know you've got one more, sweetheart."

You whimpered. "I-It's too much… I can't… Please, sir…want you to cum."

Sebastian moved the hand that wasn't around your throat to your clit making you thrash from overstimulation. "You're gonna give me another one. I know you can do it, sugar. Can feel this pretty pussy tightening around me."

The harder he fucked you the louder you got, and when he bit your neck you swore you were going to pass out. "That's right, doll. Scream. Scream my fuckin' name. You feel like heaven, Y/N, so warm and tight. Swear you were created just for me."

Sebastian turned your head to the side, clumsily kissing you as he sped up his movements again.

"That's it, honey. You can do it. One more. Gimme one more, baby. Oh, shit...shit, I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' fill you up! C'mon, pretty girl, let go one more time for me. Fuck, Y/N! Fuck, I'm gonna…"

He came with an animalistic grunt, the feeling of him coating your walls sending you over the edge a third time.

Both of you were panting wetly against each other’s lips, a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies as he pulled out of you.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ that was amazing. You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're perfect."

Words failed you. Hell, you could barely stand up, but you still gave him a blissed-out smile anyway.

"C'mere, love. Come sit and drink some water. I'll get you a blanket too."

Sebastian got you situated before putting his clothes back on. He sat next to you and pushed a few strands of sweaty hair out of your face.

"You with me, babydoll?"

Your head turned to the side, your eyes fluttering open as you looked at him. "Mmhmm. 'M sleepy."

Sebastian chuckled and unlocked his phone, "I promise you can rest soon, but for now, I need you to stay awake for me."

"Kay…," you took another drink and licked your lips. "Whatcha doin'?"

He tapped a few times on the screen before he answered you. "I just extended my hotel stay for four more nights."

You downed the rest of the glass and let it rest between you and the couch. "Why? Big plans?"

Sebastian smirked and pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Big plans to fuck you over and over into the king-size mattress."

#j snow writes #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebstan #real person fiction #rpf

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museenkuss · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about cold weather perfume memories lately, so here are a few:

the 10am class I had that took place in the lecture/cinema room of a museum. The plush seats, the cold, the excellent outfits I wore (a lightweight, ankle length dark blue down coat comes to mind, underneath heeled boots, a miniskirt and a turtleneck) and, always, Addict by Dior. Those cool mornings, the click of my heels and the plush seats as we discussed modern art will hopefully always be seared into my mind.

a terrible day I had that was saved by refrigerated to go oat milk coffee, sparkly lipgloss, pink chewing gum, a white puffy jacket and the matching sugared red fruits of ANGEL by Mugler.

trying Mon Guerlain right after having bought a pair of dark blue faux suede gloves (with I think a knit top? Beige/dark blue tartan print. Also a dark blue headband to match). My mother hated it, I also wasn’t very impressed, but I remember how I kept sniffing it on the gloves as we went on shopping — and later on, I’d fish the glove out of my pocket to have another sniff.

wearing Chanel Allure EDP for my job. Not a very happy memory, I have to admit, but I almost exclusively connect the scent to rushing to my work place and always being stressed and a little anxious (but nicely dressed). I need to wear it somewhere special to replace those memories.

On a more autumn-note, I remember trying Eau Duelle by Diptyque on a blotter and being so enamoured with it. “This is the pretty girl on the underground who everyone envies just a little” — I kept it in the pocket of my light coat, and finding it months later, it still had the barest hint of that scent.

#Flakon #I’ve been thinking about gifting myself ED for my birthday #to become the girl on the underground <3 #that’s the thing. fragrances are sometimes just ways of storing memories #so it’s very hard for me to not want to get MG just because of the memory of that walk #🦢.txt #Museenkuss

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raddocwrites · 11 months

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Do you even lift, Bro Una

Una carries this crew. Literally.

“This really isn’t necessary,” la’an informed una as the commander approached.

“Of course, it is,” chapel contradicted her cheerfully from across the room. “You won the bet, didn’t you?”

La’ans eyes narrowed. “I don’t remember any bet.“

“I also do not remember committing to a wager-“ spock started.

Ortegas loud sigh cut him off. She rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her drink. “Whoever won the captains murder mystery dinner party, was to be carried in victory while the rest of us mere mortals cheered her name.” She shot them an impatient look. “It was in the invites.”

“It most certainly was not,” spock corrected her.

Uhura rolled her eyes and leaned towards him. “Just be glad we talked her out of insisting we call the winner the Supreme Investigative Detecting Queen of the Enterprise, for a week.”

Spocks eyebrow arched impressively. “Indeed. That would have been worse.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” the captain mused. “It might have been fun.” The scowl la’an sent him made him grin even more. He leaned casually into his counter with one hand tucked into the pocket of his 1920s style trousers, the arm holding back the large, beige coat and his other rested on a thin strip of elastic that held up his pants, cleverly called-suspenders.

“What I want to know,” Dr Mbenga started, tilting the fedora he wore so it sat more roguishly, “Is how you figured out who the killer was?”

“Yeah,” uhura added. Her shimmery white dress was full of fringe and sparkles. It seemed to flap and dance every time she moved. She had a white headband that complimented the outfit perfectly. “How did you know?”

La’an just tilted her head. She was in black trousers, a dark blue button-up shirt with a black vest. Una had tried to convince her to wear a black fedora with it, but la’an hadn’t been sold on it. Though, looking at Mbenga now using the hat to such effect, made her wish she had. “I AM chief of security.”

Una rolled her eyes. “Yes. But the captain has been working on this for WEEKS. Getting the scenarios and the clues just right. How did you figure it out so quickly?” She wore a dark blue gown that was the same color of a midnight sky during a meteor shower, with a large, feathery contraption draped around her neck and shoulders. The feathers were silver and she had on matching long, silver gloves that went up to her elbows.

La’an raised an eyebrow then opened her mouth.”

“Wait!” ortegas cut in. “Don’t tell us.” The pilot had on a slightly oversized suit, hat and tie, which she assured them all was ‘peak gangster attire’.

“What do you mean, don’t tell?” chapel asked, confused. The nurse wore dark slacks, a white button up shirt only half buttoned and black suspenders. She had shiny black cufflinks that gleamed and caught the light as she moved her hands and matched her shining black shoes.

“Well, I think she should tell us. Because I, for one, would love to know how miss smarty pants figured it out so quickly,” pelia remarked over the drink she held in both hands. The diminutive blonde wore pinstriped trousers and matching vest over a red long-sleeved shirt. She also had a confusing amount of paraphernalia with her costume-pocket watch, several broaches, embroidered pocket square, jewelry and neck scarf. Everyone had the sneaky suspicion they were all genuine, but no one wanted to ask where/how/when pelia had acquired them. They all knew how the louvre was still calling about some painting…

“But if she tells us, it will ruin it for next time,” ortegas protested. The others thought about this.

“There will be a next time?” spock asked, slightly alarmed. He wore dark trousers with a dark blue button-up shirt, light blue suspenders and a matching blue bowtie. A grey, wool cap sat awkwardly on his head, but only because Christine had insisted he wear it.

“Of course there will be!” the captain exclaimed excitedly. “Next month im thinking of…”

But la’an couldn’t hear what the captain was planning for the next obligatory staff bonding session since una stood right in front of her and motioned for la’an to stand up.

La’an raised her eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Una just smirked. “Its this or,” she made a small mock bow. “Supreme Investigative Detecting Quee-“

La’an held up her hands with an eye roll. “Fine,” she agreed and stood up. At least this way it would be over quickly.

Una grinned. She stood next to her friend, bent slightly, and grabbed la’an around the waist. She straightened and easily lifted the Lt to her shoulder, holding la’an in place with a steady grip on her legs. The room erupted into delirious cheers. Una carried la’an three times around the captains quarters on her shoulder, with the others roaring their approval.

By the end, even though she still felt a little self-conscious, la’an grinned giddily. She laughed and looked down at una. The sight of her friend, who normally towered over la’an, shorter than her made la’an laugh even harder.

Una grinned at the sparkle in her friends eyes. She winked and la’an squeezed her shoulder. Her friend leaned over and shouted, “Who was going to carry you, if you’d won?” she asked breathlessly.

Una looked over to spock who cheered somewhat stiffly, lifting the hat off his head and waving it methodically in the air. “I believe mr spock would have been called to fulfill that duty.”

La’an and una shared a look then they both burst out laughing. Finally, only somewhat regretfully, una set la’an carefully back on the deck. She kept a hold of la’ans shoulders in case her friend stumbled, but of course la’an was as steady as a rock.

La’an shot her that side eyed smile. “Thanks chief,” she said softly.

Una smiled equally as soft and couldn’t stop herself from pulling la’an into a crushing embrace. Her friend hesitated only a moment before she returned it, then stood back.

“Come on,” una said conspiratorially. “Lets get out of here before the captain sets us to doing the dishes.”

La’an grinned and headed for the doors, not needing to be told twice.

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