#yes i stalked through his IG

[bibleofficial]

literally being an insane stalker on the Fraudulent Instagram i made … teehee

[cambion-companion]

With a Dagger to My Throat

Inspired by the post "we've heard about missionary position what about mercenary position."

word count: 2500

Yes, the last few lines are from the Labyrinth :3

Aemond x fem!reader | 18+| Against the wall smut| Enemies to...enemies with benefits ig

You knew that look.

It was the glint of a hungry predator eyeing its next meal.

The keen gaze of the raptor before it swoops upon the mouse.

You didn't like seeing it in Aemond's lilac gaze. Or perhaps you did. Your traitorous heart stuttered within your ribcage, your throat suddenly dry as the Targaryen prince took a singular slow step towards you.

"Say that again." His voice was soft velvet, belying the anger in his rigid stance.

Never one to back down from a fight, you raised your chin in defiance. "You go too far, prince Aemond." He took another step in your direction. You did not waver. "Taking the Riverlands in so forceful a manner is beneath your dignity."

"And what," Aemond was drawing very close now, you could see the moonlight glinting off his eyelashes, "would you know of dignity."

The black stone hall was empty save for the two of you, fiery sconces adorned the walls casting deep shadows to the many corners of the room. You tilted your head up as Aemond halted his steps right in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down into your face awaiting your reply.

You licked your dry lips, his eye followed the movement. "A great deal more than you, kinslayer."

With a hiss Aemond snatched your chin roughly with a movement to quick for you to parry. Your eyes widened momentarily as he brought his face down, you though for a wild moment he would kiss you. "You know nothing of what you speak. Drinking readily from the poisonous words dripping through the halls of Dragonstone." His eye was alight with a wildness you'd not seen before in your many encounters with the prince, however fraught with tension they'd been. "Tell me, little sparrow, what will you tell your traitorous masters of what you learned of my movements this time? How I succeeded in bending the Baratheons and the lands extending beyond the Reach to my family's rightful claim to the Iron Throne?"

"I will tell them you are a liar and a coward!" You knocked his hand aside, stepping back into a defensive stance as you withdrew your blade at your hip. "Nothing surprising in that." You sneered as Aemond's hand went to grip the pommel of his own weapon. "Raining fire from above while innocents perish below."

Aemond's silver blade reflected the moonlight as he slowly withdrew it and held the tip almost touching yours. "Such is the nature of war. You should ask those you serve what innocence they themselves have snuffed out needlessly."

You pushed aside the doubt his words sowed, letting forth a snarl from your mouth as you lunged for him.

Aemond easily parried your blow, stepping to the side as you overbalanced, barely managing to right yourself before falling. The sound of metal on metal rang through the bleak hall as you and Aemond exchanged strikes and blocks, each almost managing to land a hit.

"You started this unending nightmare!" You shouted at him, fury flushing your face as he blocked yet another swinging attack from your blade. "The events of Storm's End will haunt the world for centuries to come!"

You could see Aemond's cool facade slipping, that predatory gaze intensifying as his lips thinned into a hard line.

Not the gaze of a woodland predator stalking its prey or that of an eagle eyeing a rabbit from above, no. It was the way a dragon looked upon the world far below just before it opened its maw to engulf it in flame.

You were too slow, and too weak to resist what was to come.

Aemond rushed you suddenly, his black coat billowing behind him. The breath left your lungs as he locked his blade against yours, pushing you until your back hit the smooth wall with a crack. Your head hit as well, stunning you momentarily. In that moment he could have finished you, slit your throat, and you expected him to. Thus, it was with surprise you looked into his pale face now inches from your own.

Your noses brushed.

His breath tickled your parted lips.

"I am not the monster everyone believes me to be." Aemond's voice was a tense whisper, he held your arms still as you struggled to break away.

"You are." Your wrists were pressed against your heaving chest, the metal of your sword-hilt cutting into your skin. "You murdered your nephew. Brought his eye back on a platter of seaweed as a trophy."

Aemond's own eye closed momentarily, his nostrils flaring as his lips turned downward. When he opened his eye again it was filled with an emotion you'd not expected.

Anguish.

"I did not." He seemed to fight with himself a long while, so long your hands had began to numb when he spoke again. "I lost control."

Genuinely confused you almost forgot he was an enemy you were trying to kill. "You...what do you mean?"

"I lost control of my dragon." Aemond peered into your eyes before shaking his head, frustration written on his angular face. "Why am I telling you this? I should kill you now and be done with it. Live up to the lies they spread about me."

"Aemond-"

"No." Aemond cut you off, pressing his sword closer to your face.

A new emotion mixed with the hatred searing your chest as you tried to push back, his sword now far too close to your face for your liking. You felt doubt and perhaps a measure of pity. He had no reason to lie to you, and the emotions you'd seen play on his features seemed genuine.

With a last great effort you twisted your locked blades suddenly to the side, breaking free of his grip and swinging your elbow against the pressure point in his arm. His sword clattered to the ground and before Aemond could react you kicked it aside, sending it skittering along the uneven stone ground out of reach.

You almost had him, but before you could place the point of your blade to his throat Aemond ducked, grabbing your wrist and bending it painfully. Your own sword hit the ground and you were once again pinned against the wall, Aemond's weight bearing down upon your wriggling form.

"I am almost impressed." Aemond's hair was mussed, silver strands tickled your cheek as he leaned closer. "Who taught you to move like that?"

You didn't answer.

He chuckled. "What a shame it has to end like this." Aemond withdrew a dagger from his belt, pressing the cold edge against the skin of your throat. "I admire your tenacity, as well as your loyalty. Blind as it may be."

"Aemond." You hated yourself for the way your voice sounded so pleading, your eyes widening in mortal fear as the dagger bit into your flesh. "Don't do this."

He caught your gaze, his body freezing, even his breath seemed to stop in his lungs as he looked into your frightened face.

"Please." You pressed your palm flat against where his heart beat. "We've known each other since childhood."

Aemond's eye flickered over your features before locking once more with your gaze. "I don't want to, but you are my enemy and the enemy to my family."

His name left your lips again, softer this time, drawing his attention once more to your mouth.

It was no secret the feelings that lay between you. Hatred and love shared in equal measure. Disdain and lust warring with each other each time your paths and blades crossed. You had been friends once, long ago, within the protective innocence of childhood. He had not forgotten your kindness in the face of the crushing loneliness he'd suffered before and after his eye had been taken.

This time it was your name that fell from Aemond's lips just before they met yours. A surprised squeak left your mouth as he moved against you, your hands tangling in his hair as his free fingers gripped the back of your neck, bending you into him with his blade still against your throat.

In between the heartbeats of bliss you realized you would be unable to harm him. In fact, you wanted to shield him from harm, impossible as that might be.

You murmured Aemond's name against his lips as they melted against yours, he gripped the nape of your neck tighter in response, his mouth trailing a wet path down the side of your face to your throat just above where his dagger lay. Unheeding of the sharp metal you arched against his soft mouth as it caressed your skin, intermingling with his teeth as he sucked bruises with which to claim you.

"You are the traitor." He said it like a reproach, not angry, but resigned. His fingers deftly began to undo the clasps of your blouse, skimming his long fingers along the newly exposed skin as your shirt fell open. "Faithless in the face of death, you instead beg for your life."

You did not resist, heat pooling in your core as Aemond kept your chin aloft by the edge of his dagger. You could easily disarm him distracted as he was with the ties of your undergarment, but instead your hands busied themselves with undoing the clasps of his own garments.

"It seems to be working for me so far." You murmured, drawing back in momentary fear as Aemond brought the tip of his dagger to rest against your sternum. He smirked at you knowingly before cutting through your remaining clothing with one fluid motion.

"Hey!" Your protestations were swallowed as Aemond's silenced you with another rough kiss his tongue invading your mouth and tangling with your own. You let out an undignified moan, palming his evident erection with the hand you'd snuck inside his pants.

Aemond grabbed your wrist, withdrawing you from him, before flipping you around so that your cheek pressed against cold stone.

"Perhaps." Aemond's breath was hot against your ear, the sound of cloth hitting the ground as he freed the rest of your body from your clothing. "Or perhaps I have vanquished a valuable spy who now awaits proper punishment."

"Am I being punished for being on the wrong side of the war at the peril of my very life?" You tried to sound indignant but it came out too breathless as you felt Aemond's large hand caress and grip at the flesh of your hips before moving lower to coax your legs apart.

"No." His voice alone sent shockwaves ripping through your core. "This is penance for all the years wasted when you could have been warming my bed as my wife."

"Aemond." You were surely dripping now, his fingers caressing your folds and dipping into you with ease as he spread your slick to your clit. "I would take it all back and make that a reality if I could."

You gasped loudly as the dagger he still held ready slid dangerously against your throat, Aemond's body bending against yours as he bowed you downwards. You had to shuffle your feet a little to accommodate the new position, feeling his aroused member brushing your inner thigh.

"Lies." Aemond bit the soft skin where your neck meets your shoulder. "Sweet and beautiful but only uttered to save yourself."

You began to protest but your words choked into a strangled cry as Aemond pushed himself into your weeping quim, hilting himself in one rough movement. His silken hair tangled in your fingers as you reached around to drag his mouth closer to your face, craning your head to see his expression.

His lips were parted, brow furrowed and eye hooded as he began rutting into you. Your own face mirrored his, a droplet of drool gathering at the corner of your mouth at the feeling of Aemond's generous manhood filling and stretching you.

"How long I've waited to take you." Aemond groaned, closing his eye and tilting his head back, his grip on the dagger at your throat loosening as ecstasy overtook him.

You tugged him back to look at you, smiling softly when he yielded and laid his forehead against yours, his rough strokes easing into something more akin to the languid movements of lovemaking.

Feeling his gentle ministrations sent molten heat through you, your cunt clenching down around him, drawing a gentle gasp from his panting mouth.

"I want you to spill your seed inside me." You urged him, feeling your own release chasing you to a brilliant height. "Claim me and I will be yours."

Aemond pulled his face back just enough to see you properly, his deep distrust having given way to something almost tender as the dagger at your throat fell away at last. Somewhere amidst the moans and lewd sound of Aemond fucking you against the wall you heard it clatter against the stone floor.

His hand now free grasped your neck lightly, not enough to cut off airflow, but enough to coax you closer to your climax as he dragged your lips to meet his. His pace became punishing, his cock filling you completely, hitting that special spot inside until you were seeing stars.

Aemond swallowed your shuddering gasp as you came undone around him in a flood of wet heat. You felt his hot release fill you as he pumped into you several more times before halting fully sheathed and holding you possessively against his body, a hand splayed on your abdomen as you straightened up together. His other hand remained resting at your throat as Aemond kissed a path along your shoulder blades.

When he did remove himself from you, you could feel his seed dripping hot down the inside of your leg. Your knees shook as you turned to face Aemond, pulling him down for another kiss, more lazy than the previous, and filled with words you'd never gotten the chance to say to him.

Aemond withdrew slowly, his hands the last to leave your skin as his purple eye roved your body. "You belong to me now." He smirked as you picked up your ruined undergarments off the floor. "Whether you run back to Dragonstone or flee North of the Wall."

You shuffled your clothing back on as best you could while Aemond gracefully donned his own much quicker than you. "I will not flee."

"Then come back with me." Aemond extended a now gloved hand. "Just fear me, love me, let me rule you and I will protect you and make you my wife."

You stood like that for several long moments; Aemond with his arm extended to where you stood swaying with indecision.

Indecision melted away as you finally allowed yourself to give into what you truly desired.

Aemond.

His hand wrapped warmly around yours as you slipped your fingers against his palm.

And he smiled with genuine warmth.

"Good girl."

[ecstasyhighway]

You & I | E.Williams

chapter i

CW, ellie is a pervert here she watches the reader masturbate… there is smut towards the end guys (im not good at smut but i tried my best) masturbation (reader and ellie) , stalking, y/n is used

this might be straight cheese ngl…im not good at ts 😭 but enjoy ig

wc: 1.4k

read the prologue here ch 2

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“Hi! Hello”

A voice chimes from behind her, she turns around, and a lump forms in her throat.

it's…you.

Ellie quickly clears her throat and begins to talk, her eyes scanning your features. She is infatuated with you, you’re gorgeous, ethereal even…

“hi sorry how may I help you?”

“Yes, do you guys happen to have 21’s new album?”

you ask so sweetly, Ellie watches you speak, your oh-so-beautiful smile just making her want to fall to her knees. Ellie signals you to follow her, heading back to the rap section of the store, her eyes scan the shelves as she looks for the album, She reaches up and pulls out the ‘American Dream’ and hands it to you.

“This one?”

You smile and giggle a little, “Yes! this is exactly what I've been looking for… I couldn’t find it anywhere else I've looked all over thank you um…?” You trail off looking for a name tag, “..Ellie, thank you”

Ellie smiles, her face feeling warm, she knows she's red as fuck right now and her feeling embarrassed about it is just making her even more flustered “Y-yeah no problem, is that all? I can ring you up over here” She chuckles softly trying to cover the anxiety in her voice.

You and Ellie head towards the register, she rings you up and you hand her your card. Ellie examines your card trying to get your name, she needs to know, she knows nothing about you, just some things like you like 21 savage and Tyler. But that’s not nearly enough, she needs to know everything about you, things even you don’t know about yourself...

“y/n? That's a really pretty name” She smirks and takes a mental note of your first and last name, she will most definitely be looking you up later.

“oh thank you so much!” you say with joy in your voice, “I might come back another time, I uhh really like music and I really want to learn how to play an instrument so maybe I’ll see you again?” you ask so innocently, Ellie, on the other hand, was freaking out on the inside, she just thought you were so gorgeous and she needed to know more about you and she needed you to come back

“yeah, uhm I teach acoustic guitar, and piano so if you ever want lessons just show up, I'm here pretty much all the time, haha yeah this store is actually my life and-“ She cuts herself off realizing she's just rambling about nothing. “sorry yes you will definitely see me again” she is mentally cursing at herself for being such a nervous wreck in front of you.

“awesome, I’ll see you laters Ellie” and with that, you turn around and focus your attention on your phone, a message dings and you begin typing away. Ellie noticed this and is already feeling a certain way.. do you have a boyfriend? girlfriend? Are you single..? its okay she’ll figure all that out.

Once Ellie’s shift was over she went down to her music room. She sat there for a second and put on some jazz, she grabbed her laptop and began her long and tedious search, y/n l/n, she scrolled through the search page filled with many other y/n l/n’s. she stops. ‘bingo’ she thinks to herself, she found you ‘y/n.oncam’ on pretty much everything. Luckily all your accounts are public, unluckily she notices that you literally post your entire life on the internet, ‘do you know how many creeps are on the internet? oh once I have you to myself no one will be able to ever know anything personal about you’ she scoffs.

Here's what she knows, you’re 20, you’re single, you like to read, and you lovee music.. you live in an apartment with a big window.

Wait, she knows that complex, yeah she knows where that is, it's right across the street from the bookstore Dina works at. Shit Dina! Ellie forgot that she promised to bring Dina a limited edition 2Pac vinyl she had in storage. Ellie jumped up, grabbed her jacket, went to the storage to grab the record. She gets in her car and heads to Dina’s bookstore.

‘D are you still at work?’

‘yes’

‘I'm bringing the record rn’

*Dinabina like a message*

Ellie arrived at the bookstore, the words ‘Hidden Pages’ flickering softly as one of the letters had gone out. Ellie walks into the store and walks up to Dina, who is reading.

“D, I got the record”

“yayy thank you Ellie” Dina walks up to her smiling and gives her a hug “I’ll give it back as soon as I'm finished listening to it”

Ellie said her goodbyes and left the store.

She looks around trying to find the apartment, she found it. ‘Havenwood apartments’ She walks to the tall building and examines it and she spots the only big window, no curtains, lights on, and a woman's figure dancing around. She gets closer to the building, not too close but close enough to see into the window. Sure enough, it's you, dancing and singing, oblivious to the world around you, if you would just stop and look out of your window you would see Ellie, watching you closely, biting her lip and just enjoying the view of you.

You had gotten tired, turned off the music and began getting ready for bed. Oh, but that feeling between your legs was getting stronger, you tried to ignore it, you’ve been pent up and so busy lately, mostly because of work and shit. ‘Fuck’ you curse quietly to yourself and you head to your couch, you slip your hands down your pants and begin rubbing circles on your clit, dipping your fingers into your hole and gathering your juices to add more lubrication. Your eyes close and as you add pressure to your throbbing clit, you feel yourself bucking your hips for more friction. Fingers pumping in and out of your hole. Your other hand fondling your soft tits, adding more stimulation ‘mmph fuck’ The noises coming from your mouth are almost pornographic, your neighbors could probably hear you as the walls are thin. You feel yourself getting closer so you begin moving faster your mouth forming an ‘O’ shape “Mmpfh shit’m gonna cum fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” You get that feeling in your stomach and let yourself go, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, you continue rubbing your clit riding out your orgasm, legs shaking from the overstimulation. Once you’re done you sit up and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up and you go to your bed to watch a show, you feel so comfortable and safe in the warmth of your bed so, you drift off into a slumber…

Oh but little did you know. You weren’t alone. Ellie saw what you were doing, she saw your most intimate moment and you didn't even notice you were being watched. Like she thought you were oblivious to the world around you, a normal person would sense another watching them, but not you…or maybe you knew she was watching and you put on a show for her and only her. Ellie’s hand reaches to unbutton her jeans, reaches her hand into her underwear, and begins rubbing her clit to the thought of you, your body, your pussy just begging to be touched by her, your soft tits and your skin needing to be marked by her…she needs you so bad.. just as she’s about to come undone. an elderly opens the door behind her, luckily Ellie had her back turned so the lady didn’t see her pleasuring herself to you. Ellie saw that the lady had many bags and offered to help her.

“Can you call a cab for me dear, they all just speed right passed me?” the woman asked kindly, and Ellie did what she asked, grabbing the cab’s attention and opening the door for her, all with a smile and her juices dripping down her thighs. The cab leaves and Ellie walks to her car.. “why were you touching yourself out in public while watching an oblivious girl masturbate..you’re so fucking weird.. fuck Ellie what the fuck, you need to be more careful, that could’ve not gone in your favor…” she whispered to herself, her cheeks red from embarrassment. She gets in her car and heads to her apartment….

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idk what a tag list is but someone said “need to be in the taglist” and my gf said that means they wanna be tagged when the next part comes out so yeah

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[normal-internet-user]

YOUR PAPA'S HERE

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Summary: Leonardo arrives in the past(present?) with no context, because this is my au, I'm the author and I get to decide what happens. And I decide that Reader and Casey get to keep their Papa.

Warnings: Swearing? Like twice. Crying ig, but happy tears! FLUFF

Requested: No? Yes? Kinda? Inbtween. Either/or

GN Reader!

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Today was supposed to be a relaxing day. A day off if you will.

The city had finally returned to normal after the Kraang invasion, and life was finally calming down. You and your new family were healing.

Then Donnie's radar picked up a huge spike of mystic energy across the city. So, you, Donnie, Casey and Raph were on your way to check ot out.

Mikey and April opting to stay back at the Lair to make sure Leo didn't attempt to strain himself, considering the red-eared slider was still very much recovering from his battle with Kraang Prime.

"Alright, keep your eyes peeled. We don't know what we're walking in on. Watch eachothers backs, got it?" Raph said, and you nodded along.

Donnie was tapping away on his tech brace, and Casey was crouched right next to you. The four of you stalked around the area quietly while Donnie attempted to find the exact location of the magic spike.

You were tense, your shoulders locked up as your mind went into warrior mode. Your steps were light, unheard like snowfall.

"It should be... just around this corner." Donnie muttered, and Raph moved to stand infront of you.

You noticed this was something he did alot after the events of the invasion, he'd place himself between the supposed threat and his family.

Cautiously, you peeked around the corner, much to Raph's protest as he was no longer infront.

What you saw made you gasp in shock, your eyes widening and your weapon dropping to the ground with a loud clatter.

The man (turtle?) standing infront of you spun around at the sound of your weapon dropping. The very sight of him sending you through a roller coaster of emotions.

Joy, denial, grief, and an overwhelming sense of safety.

"Papa..?" You muttered, and you watched as his eyes lit up the same way they always had at the sight of you and Casey.

Your eyes brimmed with tears as a hopeful grin split across your face.

"Hey there, birdy." He muttered, and without a second of hesitation you launched yourself into his arms with a choked laugh.

"Are you really here? Am I dreaming?" You asked, clinging to him like a life line. As if you were scared to let go for fear he's vanish.

"I'm here. I'm real." Papa responded, setting you down and wiping away your tears with a smile, "Where's your brother?"

You turned around, and smiled at Casey, who was standing next to Raph and Donnie with tears in his eyes. Papa motioned for Casey to come over, and CJ rushed over throwing his arms around Papa as best he could.

"We missed you." Casey sniffled, and Papa hugged the two of you tightly.

"I missed you guys too." He said, pulling away, then smiled proudly, "And look at you both! You got so big! Look at you, Case', you're all muscle now! And, (Name), you've... got bandages on your knuckles... why've you got bandages on your knuckles?"

You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck, "I- uh I got into a fight- it's a long story."

Papa chuckled lightly, taking your hand in his own, "Well then, firecracker, tell me all about it on the walk, yeah?"

You nodded, smiling widely as you looked up at the man you never thought you'd see again. Things were going to be complicated for a while, you'd need to help Papa fall into a new routine to keep him busy.

But you'd help him, the same way your family had helped you. You weren't in your timeline, but you were where it mattered.

With your family.

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OOooHH ZEEEPPPP @zeepziesdiary CHECK OUT WHAT I'VE BEEN WORKING ON-

Hehehehehe, I told you I was on it!

I saw that comment on that one post and figured, "what the heck, im the writer, i can do what i want." And voila! It's a small thing really, but i do hope its to your liking!

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Stolen Wife - 4

Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace, but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”.

This blog supports Palestine. Zionists are not welcome here.

On one of his many sleepless nights Tommy received a message from his man at the airport. Y/N & Rueben Fitch just left. With that, there were several images of you and Reuben navigating through the airport.

This was a sudden departure. In the middle of the night, Tommy had on good authority that you and Rueben had been planning on staying for one more week. So, whatever must have happened was urgent enough to discard your plans.

Tommy called up his contacts in San Diego, telling them to give him an update by next morning.

Since Tommy had nothing to do but mull over, he decided to stalk you on IG, TikTok, and other countless apps, but it seemed like your profiles were locked and so was Rueben’s social media across the board. The only account that was public was Rueben’s San Diego Club and even among those thousands of posts there was nothing.

Tommy decided to call Rueben with the pretext of inviting him for a discussion some additional details of the partnership.

Tommy dialed Rueben’s number, but he did not pick up. Tommy decided to try again. But this time Rueben picked up the call.

“Hello” Rueben’s annoyance vividly filtering through the phone.

“Hello, Mr. Fitch.”

“Mr. Shelby?”

“Yes, I apologize for calling so late, I have received some good news, this could expand our business in the West Coast. I wanted to ask if you are free to join me at my house at noon tomorrow?”

“Oh…Oh, shit.” Rueben replied.

“I am sorry Mr. Shelby, can we schedule a call. I am currently travelling out of Birmingham; I won’t be able to meet you tomorrow.” He added.

“Is everything okay? You sound stressed.” Tommy probed.

“Everything is fine…Just some family emergency. If it is urgent, I can send Mickey, he is in the area around there somewhere” Rueben countered.

“It is not urgent at all, Mr. Fitch. This can wait until your family matter is resolved.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly.

“Bear…I need some help…Could you open this bottle for me?” you asked Rueben in your melodious voice in background and Tommy’s hand clenched around the phone.

Rueben smiled and popped open the seal for you to have a sip.

“Is there anything else Mr. Shelby?” Rueben inquired.

“No, nothing major, we can schedule a call, I’ll ask Finn or Isaiah to put something on the calendar for both of us.” Tommy responded.

Tommy was about to cut the call when he heard your voice filling his ears.

“Who was that?”

Tommy waited with bated breath to listen to you talk but Rueben disconnected the call.

From all the pictures of both of you in the airport lounge, Tommy deduced whatever it was, it was related to you.

Rueben was seen assuring you, holding your hands, rubbing your arms while your head was resting against his shoulder. You looked nervous but also excited. That should be him with you, not Rueben. And soon, he will be rectifying that. You would be by his side; he just needed a few days to formulate his plan and get things in motion in America.

[bringbacktim]

sebastian vettel x reader where y/n comforts him after his difficult time in ferrari. fluff to smut maybe hehe x

Red to green

Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted , I got carried away with the dialogue as I usually do , it does have a sexual ending but not quite smut as I just wanted to get this out

Not edited or proofread

Warnings: mentions of sex and sexual things , sad seb ig , probably incorrect use of German words , a crap ton of dialogue

Wc:738 words

You're replacing Checo at force India and I had to find out through the f1 Instagram page" Y/n asked storming into the room where her husband sebastian was

"It's Aston Martin now , but yes I am" he said not daring to move out of his chair as she seemed calmer than she should be and he was scared she was going to try and hurt him if he got up

" Still doesn't answer the question of why you didn't tell me you're own wife" she said crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at him waiting for his answer

" I didn't want to tell you Schatz because of how bad my ferrari season went , if I told you everything would've went bad" he explained hoping for sympathy

" I thought I was your good luck charm though?" She fake pouted and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she sat sideways on his lap

"Don't give me that face , you know what I meant leibling" he laughed

" It's just like when you start dating someone so you don't tell anyone cause once you do they start to not like you anymore , I get it seb. I just wish someone atleast told me so I could've stopped buying ferrari merch"

"You look so good in red though" he teased as he traced up and down her arm ( I literally don't know how you describe it )

"Flattery will get you very far with me mr.vettel" she tried not to cringe as she said that but with of them both laughed

"You can go back to being mad with me how" he told her as he gave her a flirty push

"Well daniil isn't there anymore so you don't have to fight him , but bottas is and he did basically cost you the championship lead , but I'm sure you'll do great" y/n said holding his face and kissing his cheek

"Such kind words , you forgot when me and Lewis had contact in Belgium 2018 and I dropped to the back of the grid" he said looking sad at remembering the memory

"Didn't want to bring that one up since lewis is becoming a bit more of a madman when it comes to having contact with people"

As sebastian sat looking like a kicked puppy Y/n couldn't help but feel bad I mean she did bring up some of the bad things that had happened while seb was in ferrari but she was trying to uplift him in a joking manner , which clearly hadn't worked.

He assured her he was fine but even stevie wonder could see he was anything but .

Y/n tried to mention some highlights in his career like his red bull prime, but seb would just hit back with two other mistakes that happened whilst he was in ferrari as if everything bad that happened was his fault

"You know not everything is always your fault right? You tried your best in ferrari but it wasn't the right fit for you and that's okay"

"But ferrari is one of the best teams in the world and I was terrible, Charles even outnumbered me in Japan" her husband answered head in his hands

"Thats not the end of the world , you even said yourself that charles has a gift and Japan is only one race so why does it matter. Plus I wasn't there to give you any of my good luck"

"So it was your fault I did so bad?" He questioned half a grin showing

"I guess so yes all the bad things we're all my fault" she said with a michevous twinkle in her eye hoping they were on the same page

"Oh yeah ? Guess we're going to have to do something about that then aren't we" oh they were definitely on the same page , same sentence even

"What're you going to do ? Punish me for being so bad or something?" Y/n said stading up and walking slowly backwards towards the stairs that lead to their room

"Don't start something you can't finish" he warned stalking after her

"We both know I can make you finish, just depends where you want to" she giggled as she increased the speed she was walking at as he was hot on her heels

He only ever mentioned his sad ferrari memories after that if he wanted to either annoy his wife or get some

[reds-skull]

Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

This chapter was very fun to write. I listened to SUPERBLOOM by Silent Planet on loop (it's really good and underrated), if you want to get into the mood you can go listen to it too ig

The plan is practically complete now, the fact doing nothing to calm either Ghost or Soap. The Vaqueros who have been monitoring the bar have informed them they found the PMC’s base of operation - a compound deep in the desert surrounding Las Almas.

They will start by spreading around the compound suspected to house the soldiers of the PMC revenant. 4 teams will form a half-circle, the fifth, composed of himself and Soap, opposite to them. Soap will infiltrate to commence the distraction, Ghost acting as a barrier for any stray soldiers trying to escape, pushing everyone towards the other teams.

Keller and Commander Karim will be the closest team, Farah protecting Alex while he surprises the soldiers, funneling them further towards the Vaqueros and Shadows, Price and Gaz lifting in the air to snipe and allow the Captain to attempt to connect to the revenant’s mind through their servants.

If that fails, their orders are to exterminate all hostiles. Soap was initially charged with that, but the Sergeant vehemently refused, stating his powers are too unpredictable for that.

What interested Ghost is that Johnny didn’t say he couldn’t do it. He just doesn’t want to.

They’re to be deployed tomorrow, using the cover of night to get to their positions covertly. 

Ghost rummages around the small kitchen in one of the common rooms, sighing frustratingly when he goes through the same drawer for the fourth time. Where the fuck does Rudy keep all the bloody teabags?!

Gentle footsteps catch his attention, and he instantly turns to watch the door open. Soap stumbles inside, rubbing tiredly at his eyes, clearly not clocking in the other person in the room.

Johnny crashes into a couch, exhaling loudly and leaning his head back on the headrest. Ghost watches him for a moment, examining the exhausted scrunch to his shut eyes. He steps silently closer, leaning forward to stare directly down at his Sergeant.

“Bed too comfortable, Johnny?”

Ghost smirks at the Scot startling, eyes now wide open glaring at him, “yer a right menace, ye know that?”

His smile widens, “not my fault you all have zero spatial awareness.”

Soap grumbles something under his breath, and shoots an arm up towards his mask. Ghost barely has time to react before Johnny shifts the mask to cover his eyes, “the fuck are you-”

He hears Soap get up, the old couch screeching in protest, and the Sergeant pounces on him, starting to attempt to tackle him down.

Ghost almost laughs when he actually pins him to the back of the couch, his petty technique shifting the fight to his favor.

“What’s that about ‘spatial awareness’, LT?” Johnny breathes in his ear.

He moves slightly in Soap’s hold, “ah, I’m at a disadvantage here, Sergeant. It’s barely fair.”

The arms around him tighten as Soap leans in to whisper, “thought yer good enough to win without sight.”

Ghost turns his head to where he assumes Johnny’s is, “it’s not the blindness that got me. Didn’t have my nightly tea.” he states innocently.

Soap pushes off him with a groan, “awa an’ bile yer heid, fuckin’ Brits…”

Ghost chuckles as he rights the mask, finally seeing Johnny frown at him with (mock) disgust. He can’t help provoke him further, “any chance you know where Rudy hides his stash?”

Soap smiles sarcastically, “aye, I blew it all teh high hell, LT”

Ghost gasps, growling, “you didn’t” 

“Aye, smelled quite nice, burnt to a crisp.”

“I’ll give you ten seconds to run, Sergeant.” Ghost starts stalking closer to Johnny, who continues to smirk confidently at him.

“How generous of ye.” Ghost’s face hurts from smiling.

He stops in front of Johnny, reaching zero in his head, and swiftly crouching to grab Soap by the torso, slinging him over the shoulder while the man thumps at his back, “Oi! Put me down, ye feckin’ brute!”

Ghost hums, “I warned you, Johnny. It’s only fair, no?”

He drops Johnny on the couch, quickly wrapping his limbs around him to cage the Scot.

Johnny wiggles for a few seconds, until the fight in him runs out, and he settles against Ghost’s chest with a small sigh. Ghost tilts his head to look at Soap’s face, the smile slowly melting off his lips.

Johnny lifts a hand to caress the forearm pinning his chest, a mellow and quiet air hanging around him. “I can’t stop having… nightmares.” he starts unprompted, his voice weaker than usual. “Every night, I kill someone. I wake up and remember I didn’t, but it doesn’t change the fact I could.” his eyes look up at his, “I could kill you tomorrow, Simon.”

Simon relaxes his hold on Johnny into something more comfortable, pressing him closer to his heart, “I told you, Johnny. I’m strong. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Johnny twists to face him more properly, “promise me if yer in danger, don’t hesitate to use Limbo. Even if I’ll be in range, even if it kills me.”

His arms flex involuntarily, as if Johnny will fall apart otherwise, perish under his fingertips. He watches fire reflect in blue eyes, sun in grey skies. He wants to be angry at him, for asking something so selfish.

Johnny may follow him anywhere, but Simon will do anything Johnny asks of him. In that way, perhaps they’re both doomed.

Simon sighs, lowering his head to rest on Johnny’s shoulder, murmuring in defeat, “...I promise.”

Johnny pushes further into him, a gentle fire stroking his cheek in gratitude. Something breaks deep inside him, and Simon lays them down on the small couch, hugging Johnny tightly, letting warmth cradle him.

He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the crackling flames and soft snores became a lullaby for his aching heart, and he drifts off to eternal darkness.

Ghost watches the last team drop off, their Humvee now driving towards the fifth team’s position. Soap has a serious expression, hands grasping tightly at his own tac vest with a white-knuckled grip.

They jump off, the driver shifting gear immediately to return to Los Vaqueros base. Soap comes closer to fist bump Ghost’s shoulder, “I’ll see you on the other side, LT. Don’t miss me too much.” Johnny turns away with a forced smile, Ghost forlornly gazing at his descending figure.

“First team in position.” Commander Karim radios in. The rest of the teams give their own affirmative, and Johnny finishes with, “fifth team in position, awaiting green-light.”

“Good copy, Soap.” Price responds, “you’re authorized for explosion creation.”

Ghost observes the foreboding walls of the compound stand silent for a minute, before brilliant fire erupts and takes them down. The explosions ramp up, the blaze so hot, he feels it several hundred feet away.

He scans the horizon for soldiers, finding none attempting to save themselves from the blasts. 

Did they assume wrong, that the revenant PMC would try to fight back? Ghost grabs his comms, “Sergeant, have you seen any hostiles on your end?”

Soap replies a few seconds later, a little out of breath, “negative. Did you?”

“No, keep burning it down-”

Someone, several hands, tackle Ghost from behind. He growls in surprise, twisting his body to shoot behind him blindly. A body falls to the ground. Three others take its place, grasping at his arms, cold limbs pushing his face to the sand.

Soap shouts in his comms, “Ghost?! Ghost, what the fuck is going on?!”

His comms are still on, he realizes with a flash, “Johnny, get out of there! We’ve been compromised!” he snarls desperately.

“Where are you, I’ll- oh fuck.” Ghost’s rib cage is aching, pressure building inside and out.

“Ghost, there are ballistic missiles here. They’re locking onto something.” 

Fuck, FUCK! Ghost fruitlessly tries to shake off his attackers.

Price’s voice rumbles through the radio, “Soap, Ghost! Get yourself out of there, NOW! The revenant, he’s-!”

One of the soldiers crushes the radio, Ghost gasping at the pain shooting down his left shoulder.

“Ah, Captain Price… figures he’ll be the first to find out. Always was such a pain in the ass.”

Ghost stills, craning his neck to lock eyes with the blank faces of the soldiers. The voice echoes from all of them, surrounding him.

The PMC revenant… he clenches his teeth.

One of the soldiers crouches down, taking hold of his jaw, Ghost unsuccessfully trying to shake him off.

“I told you, you will regret not giving the Sergeant to me.”

Cold ice pours down his veins, and he stills.

It can’t be…

“Graves…” Ghost gasps.

Laughter erupts around him, voices overlapping and distorting, “you really thought I’m a fuckin’ non-rev, Simon?” Graves spits his name like a snake’s venom, “I tried to play nice, I really did. But you…”

The faceless soldier tightens his grip on Ghost, “you decided to fuck it all up. I hope you were happy with your ‘Johnny’, because it’s time we have a little fun.” 

Graves hums, “I’ve always wondered just how strong Soap is… after the carnage he left in Verdansk” the American whistles in reverence, “only you would be able to match something like that, wiping a quarter city in a flash.”

“Ghost! The soldiers activated the missiles, I have to detonate them before the launch, please just fuckin’ answer me!” a desperate voice calls behind him through comms.

Graves clicks his tongue, “well, Ghost? Wouldn’t wanna leave your boyfriend hanging, do we?” he holds a radio in front of Ghost’s face, “you can either let the missiles launch and erase Las Almas off the map, or you can die. Your choice, really.”

Arctic ice numbs his insides. The missiles hit Las Almas, they kill everyone… including their entire team. 

The choice is obvious. And those are the hardest ones to make.

“Johnny…” Ghost rasps at the radio.

“Simon, thank the fuckin’ Reapers-!”

Ghost closes his eyes, indulging in Johnny’s voice for just a little longer, “detonate them.”

A shaky inhale passes through the comms, “are ye far enough?”

Ghost’s neck bows, “I remember the promise.”

Static fills the air for a moment, his breaths loud in his ears. Ghost bites on his tongue just to feel something other than freezing pain.

“It was my choice, Simon. Don’t feel bad about it later, alright?”

Ghost’s voice trembles when he whispers, “I hate you...” 

Johnny laughs for him one last time, the sound bringing tears to his eyes, “I knew you’ve taken a shine to me, LT. I’ll see you on the other side.”

He doesn’t want it to end, not yet, not when he just started to feel like he could have this, not like this, not with those words as the last he ever hears “Johnny, I-”

Graves takes away the radio, “now isn’t that heart-warming? You even got your goodbyes in.” Graves sighs, “it’s an honor to see the Ghost die a second and final time. I’ll make sure they’ll know just how you died, Simon Riley. Alone.”

His voice fades away, only heartbeat and rushing blood passes through his ears.

A deafening sound crackles through the air, Ghost’s eyelids glow reds, oranges, yellow, as the wall of inferno comes closer and closer.

For a moment, he can’t feel the cold anymore. He considers letting go, leaving the world by Johnny’s hand, as he was destined.

For a moment, he considers breaking Johnny’s trust, sacrificing himself to let the other live. He imagines how he would react, how he would hate Simon for the rest of his life. He wants to smile. At least he would be alive to despise him.

He imagines, only for a moment.

Ghost opens his eyes.

Limbo envelopes the world, the dark, cold realm curling around him like death’s last hug. He screams, pushing the soldiers off, leaving them to be consumed by his victims.

Molten light leaks from Ghost’s eyes, pain like no other spreading through him. He doesn’t want to look ahead, to see where the residents run towards, to watch as Johnny is being ripped apart by his own murdered souls.

A strange creature moves in Ghost’s peripheral. He shakily lifts his gaze from the empty ground. A… moth?

A burning moth, wings fluttering and shedding embers of vibrant colors, circling his protective light.

Ghost tilts his head, the creature gentle and soft as it lands on his shoulder, warming him like a small ray of sunlight.

It reminds him of…

Someone screams. Not the gurgled wails of Limbo, a clear, anguished voice.

Ghost finally looks at Johnny.

He stands tall, fire covering his arms, trailing up his shoulders, lighting his back with white flames. Leaving a halo behind him. A single holy being in the void.

 Dark hands grasp at his fire, try to steal it for themselves.

Johnny takes a hand, shouting. 

He explodes the arm. Everything that touches his Sergeant, ignites in beautiful colors, lighting up Limbo in a way Ghost hadn't thought possible. Everywhere he steps, leaves marks of warm light. Everywhere he looks, moths flap softly and spread little sparks.

Johnny’s eyes are glowing, rapidly moving from shape to shape, decimating everything in his path.

Light traces its way down Ghost’s mask.

Johnny is breathtaking.

Their eyes meet, beyond the vast fields of the void.

“SIMON! I CAN’T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER-” One hand leaves a path of shadow on Johnny’s arm, “MAKE IT STOP! SIMON, MAKE IT STOP-!!!”

Simon’s breath restores, he inhales sharply and sends his arms forward, palms taking hold of the imaginary reins on Limbo.

One heartbeat passes.

“ARGHHH-!”

Simon pulls back his arms, yelling as he feels tendons snapping. Limbo swirls, fights back against him, tries to sink its claws back into Johnny.

He pulls harder.

Simon is flung back several feet as the void rushes back into him. His head hits the ground and then-

Darkness.

[mikrotyalm13]

finally translated information about my oc gavriil aghhrhhra most of which was done with help of an yandex translate so yeah.

"So desperate for a presence like mine, yet unable to handle it in real life."

Gavriil / The Reverend.

height: 8'2 ft (without the horns).

calls himself a "guardian angel", but he is, in fact, anything but an angel, and does not serve any gods. he himself is something of a small deity.

does NOT like any form of physical pain and violence in bed, only light spanking and biting. given his height (and ego-), his size is only appropriate. when erect is about 36 cm or 14 inches. but he can, of course, change it as he pleases. absolutely adores the scared looks from much smaller in comparison humans. even if human is not fully prepared for such an intrusion, they will not experience much pain. of course it doesn't goes all the way down to the hilt... but they will feel everything else: the stretch, the fullness. oh, they'll feel it alright.

— stalks people for sport and then seduces them. at first he appears in a person's nightmares, giving them a lil bit of time to get "used" to his presence, watching them constantly until he gets bored. and after some mind games makes himself known in reality. preferably when they're alone, in their bed, in the middle of the night; — tends to sound... manipulative and pushy, and is completely unbothered by human's struggling or fear. says things like "i'm just a friend (другъ). i would never hurt my friend :)", "just let me make you feel good", "you deserve all of this love, every attention, every pleasure - don't you?", "i know you. i know how lonely you are. i know everything that's wrong with you. but you know what? i don't hate you for that", "only i can make you feel good", "i'm only giving you what you desire", "just relax and accept it. it'll be all over soon", "let it happen". not prone to degrading humans, but it doesn't stop him from being cruel and taunting. "ah, you're already too far gone, aren't you?", "such a small, helpless little thing you are right now. a little wiggling worm", "you're mine, little dove. you never had a choice", "shame looks so good on you"; — when calm his body gives off coolness, can be almost impalpable, horny = rock hard, hot like a furnace and incredibly heavy, but can control it, so he won't break anything or squish anyone on accident; — smells like a mixture of funeral pyre, wet wood and forest air. yes, all at once; — during sex, the only noise that you will hear coming from him besides dirty talk, teasing and praising, is the most heaviest breathing. which sounds like it's coming from inside your head. which makes it a little... difficult to fully understand what's happening in the moment. he may not look like it, but always makes sure that you both are alone in the room (even if there's someone in the house), and that no one will catch you; — very graceful despite his sizes, but his presence is very heavy, even if doesn't show himself at first. body so pliant and nice to the touch and all. he's like... meaty?? not skinny at all, very soft and defined muscles. probably has the nicest ass tiddies and thighs (the true holy trinity ig); — knows perfectly well the limits of each human with whom he comes into contact (therefore, he likes to push those limits and boundaries. just a little. just a tiny bit :3); — can see through people's flesh down to their internal organs and past them. unknowingly used this power a couple of times during sex. surprisingly, felt guilty afterwards.

<з: when all attention is on him (will look at you with all of his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours, or hold your face in a way where you can't turn or look away); shameless licking (dragging his long, think tongue from your knee up to your chest, leaving you cold and breathless. absolutely knows what he's doing with his tongue); whispering unintelligible things in your ear/from the dark corners of your room when you're least expecting it (especially lewd things in a language you can understand); when in the heat of the moment humans desperately grab onto his horns/shoulders; cockwarming; breeding (humans can't get pregnant from him); overstimulation; corruption kink; fear play.

[blissfullyecho]

Do you have any tips on leveling up after a breakup? I'm heartbroken.... he cheated on me and is now FB/IG official with the girl today (we broke up yesterday) and it's almost like we never even dated for the few years we have. Now I want to level up BIG TIME

leveling up after a breakup where the loser broke your heart:

first and foremost, what a loser. i hate that you’re going through this because i wouldn’t even wish that on my worst enemy. but God has something better for you and maybe this had to happen so you CAN START your level up and get something much much better down the road. that’s what happened to me at least 🫶🏼

step 1: good riddance to him. it’s okay to cry and be angry, but do not be angry with yourself. don’t second guess what YOU did wrong and if YOU were the issue. he obviously has issues. delete, block, throw away anything and everything— physically and digitally that was his or was from him (unless they were nice gifts like diamonds and bags— you keep those lol). he wants to move on like you never existed? you do the same.

step 2: people either get 40% better or 40% worse after a breakup. don’t eat the tub of ice cream every night on your couch watching romance movies. make healthy decisions. treat yourself to whatever, but don’t go overboard. i did that with my ex and gained 30lbs and it made me feel more insecure.

step 3: indulge in level up content on all platforms. you may need the constant reminder to better yourself and i assume you’re on social media for the most part, so make social media work for you. this might make you feel better being reminded that you can be better than the girl he broke up/cheated on (you).

step 4: DO NOT DATE RIGHT NOW. you might feel lonely, you might want affection, i get it. we’ve all been there. but what’s going to happen is that the guys you date (if you date them too soon), will have you comparing them to the good things your ex once did. no guy is the same and you are going to feel worse because “these guys aren’t like him”. wait out on these guys for now until you are better than where you are now and i’m saying on a mental level.

step 5: re-evaluate your standards. what were the things you accepted from him that you didn’t really like but you let it slide? create a list of your “must haves” and “like to haves” for the guys you date in the future and stick to those standards.

step 6: learn to date yourself. create a list of things you’ve always wanted to do in the relationship but didn’t have the time to do it. maybe there were things you always wanted to do but you didn’t do them because he didn’t want you to. create that list and start getting to work. make yourself happy and SPOIL yourself with saying “yes” to everything you want to do.

step 7: do not stalk him or her. no checking their social media— even if it’s a year down the road. he’s in the trash bin. who cares what he’s doing. who cares what she’s doing. your standards have already increased. if you have to deactivate your socials for right now, do that. that’s what i had to do.

step 8: along with step 7, your TRUE friends and REAL family should not be giving you updates/tea on him or his life/relationship. that’s toxic and an immediate “no”.

step 9: work on yourself. find areas in your life that you want to improve on and start working on them each day. even if they are baby steps. if you continue your baby steps, eventually you’ll reach your goal.

[dilfiam-afton]

“You will be fine” pt 2

 Summary; William is being oddly hostile with you and let´s you sleep in the guest bedroom which is attached right to his own. You happen to wake up and “sneaking out”, William catches you. You basically annoy him. Y/N grows more comfortable with William. Some very very mild fluff ig. Quite long!  Writing this to keep you guys on your tip toes for the next part (lemon) and also so I can just jump right into it next time. 

NO SMUT YET; GUYS JUST UH.... (semi) NORMAL THINGS

GENDER NEUTRAL

READER IS OF AGE

You found yourself awake once again, under unknown covers. At first you startled, already having forgotten where you were but immidiately settling back down comfortably upon remembering you were in Williams guest room! Come to think; why would William even let you sleep here, so close to him? Hmmm..Probably to avoid further confrontation between you and all the others. Yea, sounds about right. You wouldn´t want to interpret anything..questionable into Williams´ actions since you didn´t know the man well enough.

To put it short; you were bored. You had somehow managed to re-gain a lot of energy from the..wait. How long have you even been asleep for? Where was your phone? Your blood ran cold when you noticed that you must´ve left it in the bathroom whe you changed into your pyjamas. Well shit. Seeing as the guest room didn´t have any windows, nor clocks for you to be able to tell the time that meant you would have to leave the room in order to get your phone. But then it hit you- the guest room you were currently in was attached to Williams room..Oh Oh. 

After a long time of reasoning with yourself in silence you decided that, if you were quiet enough you could probably sneak out the guest room, retrieve your phone and sneak back. Yes, sounds about right. So you started your little journey, now standing in the middle of Williams room. William stirred in his bed-perhaps he was having a nightmare? You decided to look at him, not for stalking or “being creepy” purposes, but because you simply couldn´t imagine such a harsh, bitter, and toxically masculine man all snuggled up in bed, just sleeping. It just didn´t seem like a “William thing”.

His bed was positioned headboard against the middle of the wall, a nightstand on each side, with a large window close by. The moon was higher up in the sky than earlier, not only indicating it will be morning soon but thus also illuminating William in his bed. He looked almost unnatural; just laying there, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and if you weren´t mistaken you could also spot some stubbles re-growing on his usually clean-shaven face. He was rather cute like this, actually! Usually he was rather intimidating, actually. Seems you were staring at him for too long because he now started to wriggle around again, stretching apparently. A small noise escaped his throat, almost sounding like a little squeak. You couldn´t help but let out a quiet giggle and an “aaawe!”.  Well, he was still asleep. Weird. You were convinced he was going to wake up and lecture you for being creepy.

 Not wanting to be caught, you quickly made your way to the bathroom. Ah, fuck. Your clothes were missing. Or were they? You reluctently opened one of the bathroom cabinets, perhaps William put your clothes in one of them. Nope, this was probably Michael´s cabinet; it contained a a few bottles of the same “3 in 1; bodywash, shampoo, conditioner″ men´s bodywash. How could one possibly use the same product for their body and hair?! Yikes. Oh! There was also a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash and like 5 different kids of hairgel. You sighed, moving on to the next cabinet. This seemed to be Liz´s cabinet. 

After rummaging through most of the cabinets and wondering how many towels and toiletries, and bandaids a family could possibly need you hit the jackpot! William`s cabinet and your clothes! Yes, finally. Oh, William had a lot of fancy stuff...You were curious. Oh well, taking one look couldn´t hurt. The packaging of his products was awfully fancy and he didn´t use the “3 in 1″ stuff that Michael used. Well you should´ve figured that out before, William was undeniably well groomed.He practically owned a whole beauty store! Conditioners, Shampoos, Soaps, Bodylotions, Bodyscrubs- everything! You giggled to yourself; imagining William in the bathtub, having a bubble bath, using the body scrub while his conditioner is setting. Silly. It was fun and games until you spot razors. One being one of those old-fashioned ones, labeled “face” and the other of a more modern nature labeled “nether region”. Now you truly felt invasive to his privacy, so you grabbed your clothes and flushed the toilet to not raise suspicions IF there was someone awake, wondering why you were in the bathroom for so long.

As soon as you left the bathroom you screeched. In front of the door stood William. In purple,grey and white flannel pants, a purple bathrobe which looks like it could possibly be too small, and plushy purple slippers. You put a hand on your chest, now glaring at him. “Took you long enough.”  You sighed “I´m sorry, Will” the older man chuckled as you were hastily searching your brain for words. “Ah already gave me a nickname, yeah?” and now you truly were flabbergasted...how could you save this? You died inside from emberassment! “Now now, nothing to be emberassed about. People often shorten my name to `Will`,  though I wish they would put more effort in giving me a better, more creative nickname.” he seemed oddly calm and collected..As if he´s been awake for quite some time. You just giggled nervously, actually you did feel a bit sorry for him. There weren´t many nicknames for his name..William. A lovely name but what could one possibly nickname a William?? “Don´t you dare.” you giggled “Willy!” William didn´t look very pleased. Unfortunately for him, this was more than funny for you and so you burst out laughing. William sighed in response “Would you mind stepping aside for me? I´ll be right back.” oh, right you were still blocking the bathroom. So you quickly left and let him do whatever he was gonna do. 

You opened your phone to a bunch of messages from your best friend, asking you if you left and if you were alright. You didn´t respond; she could´ve and should´ve checked up on you personally earlier! You ignored her, and instead looked at the time “5:01 am” oh. Not much use going back to sleep, is there? But what could you do? Hmm....oh yea, perhaps google nicknames for William and then present them to him when he gets out the bathroom. And that´s exactly what you did. 

The clock now strikes 6am and you and William were sitting on his bed like schoolgirls, while eagerly discussing nicknames for him. “Wilburt?” “NO” “Hmmm...Bill?” “Not too fond, but better than bloody Wilburt!” you giggled. You were out of ideas so why not just mess with him a little? “Sugarbuns.” you grinned at him. Now it was his turn being flabbergasted “What?” he seemed genuinely shocked “Oh please, Y/N give an old man some dignity!” “Babygirl?” “What is the satisfaction you young people have with calling men, especially older men `babygirl`?” oh. How does HE know that one already ? Oh well. “How about peepaw willy?” and that must´ve done it for him. A loud gasp errupted from the older mans throat, his lips parted, and eyes wide open (basically :0) “Do I look like a peepaw to you? Unbelievable!” he was seriously offended over this? You couldn´t help but start laughing. William didn´t appreciate that, not one bit.

 Soon after he unfolded his arms, and threw a pillow right in your face. You acted offended yet didn´t waste a second to throw it back at him and he ducked in response, so you missed. You grabbed the pillow and crawled over to him, so you could personally hit him in the face with it but he was good at holding you off, just laying on his back. So you found the ultimate solution for his demise; climb on him, thus holding him in place so nothing could get between the pillow and his face! So withouth thinking twice you proceed with your plan, now sitting on his upper thighs, straddling him. You raised the pillow, ready to strike but you couldn´t reach his head good enough just yet. Jeez, he really was tall. So you scooted up, now directly straddling his hips and, without a thought striking his face with the pillow at the same time. Both you and him jolted up when you felt something very very squishy right between your legs. And then it hit you; you just sat down directly on his very private part. You immidiately started apologizing to him. “Ah, don´t worry I don´t mind. Haven´t had anyone on there for a long time!” William giggled. 

Despite being at home now, you couldn´t get over your time with William. Pondering about EVERYTHING. Hopefully things wouldn´t be weird between you and him when you come over next time. Come to think of it; the next time you would be over but be the anual vacation trip of the Aftons and your friend group. Shit..

[fallenclan]

“Hey! Otterslip!” Jattelik yelled up to Otterslip as he stood on his hind legs to climb up the fence post. Otterslip flicked his ears and looked down, “What’s up? Did something happen?” Jattelik heaved himself up onto the post next to him. “Nah, I’m just bored, how’s the view up here?” He asked, looking over the horizon. Otterslip tilted his head at him, confused. “Something’s up, what are you hiding?” He asked, through narrowed eyes. Jattelik looked at him, smirk slowly fading. He situated himself on the post. “Nothing gets past you kid.” He chuckled softly. Otterslip watched Jattelik sigh sadly as he started to tell a story, “My mate, I just now found out she’s dead. Apparently she joined a clan up in the mountains and died when Sparrow’s old group attacked the clan.” Otterslip perked up. A clan? In the mountains? That must be Fallenclan! “What was her name?” He asked sympathetically. “I… Don’t remember.” Jattelik said sadly, “..I think it started with a T. Tutu maybe? She was the most beautiful white Molly in the land, her black spots just exemplified her eyes.” Jattelik looked up fondly, reminiscing over his younger life. “I knew she wasn’t happy with the life she had, she left to find something she enjoyed again. That much I remember..”

“Are you talking about Toro?!” Otterslip exclaimed. He remembered her, she was one of the earliest cats to join the clan as an outsider, bringing her two kits Dawnkit and.. Silverkit. Otterslip thought back to when he was freshly exiled, when he stalked around the territory and regrettably attacked Silverbelly before finally fleeing the territory. Jattelik shot up, “Yes! That’s her! Have you met her before?” Otterslip nodded, “She joined Fallenclan a while before I was born, Toro died heroically when a rouge group attacked.” He explained. “How did you know she died?” Otterslip inquired. Jattelik smiled warming and flicked his tail, “I was sleeping and she came to me. We talked all night long.” Jattelik seemed very happy he got to say goodbye to his former mate, even if it was through a dream. “She must’ve visited you from Starclan, probably wanted to see you one more time.” There was a mocking laugh underneath them. “Ha! As if. Dead cats don’t live on through the stars or anything!” It was Sparrow, she didn’t believe in Starclan. Otterslip rolled his eyes, “Then how do you explain what happens to Jattelik?” He leaned down towards her. “Imagination, kid. Jattelik was obviously thinking about her and had a dream!” Sparrow was in the grass below, looking up at the two. Otterslip scoffed, “Sure Sparrow, sure.”

-🐈

I just had to make Jattelik and Toro mates, just had to. Bisexual toro confirmed. No Lee this time but I hope everyone enjoys this </3 little setup for my next one ig lol

AGHHH THIS IS SO COOL!!! i love the idea of Jattelik being Toro's former mate... I wonder if that's where Hailcrash got her brown coloring from? oo the possiblities.. this is so good

[colourstreakgryffin]

Alright campers! I heard from an anonymous source that YOU like THOSE types of ask

So I eh, decided to make you somes for a thanks for always doing our request! <3

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Demon (____) (from the 🧇 anon ask) casually taming (yandere) Kokushibou and tell him to drop Muzan and work with demon slayer corps if he wants affection from (____) (Kokushiboulistentoit-)

Muzan: "(____). WHEN I CATCH YOU (____). (____) WHEN I CATCH YOU (____). (____) WHEN I CATCH YOU (Name)."

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(____) eating a bit loud.

Muzan: "Stop chewing so fucking loud bro."

Tanjiro: "LEAVE THAT LITTLE (GENDER) ALONE."

Muzan: "THE FUCK YOU GON DO IF I DONT?!"

Yoriichi suddenly appears

Muzan: "EUGH EUGHAHHH-"

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(____) : "I- ARE YOU GUYS INLOVE WITH ME?"

The yanderes: "have been since we first met, thank you for noticing."

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Douma to (____): "Ew. I hate your clothes.. So take it off."

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(____): "I always them see six eyes piercing through my soul every night I went out.. is that a normal thing?"

Kokushibo casually stalking (____) for the 50th time.

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Douma: "Me and (____) make out last nigh-"

Akaza: "I am now approaching you at a 1 mile radius to one shot your head off."

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Obanai watching kaburamaru leaving his neck and went to (____)'s neck instead.

Obanai: "I wish I was kaburamaru.."

(____): "what was that?"

Obanai: "I-I SAID I DONT CARE!"

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Muzan: "if I say "I love you" will you say it back?"

(____): "yes."

Muzan: "I love you."

(____): "it back."

Muzan: "."

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Sanemi: "and That's how we made the best homade chocolate chip cookies- GET THOSE BROWNIES OUTTA HERE GOD-"

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Done, I might make more ig

LMAO. I LOVE THIS SOOOOOO MUCCCCH! 🥰

The Obanai one is my favourite, Omg. He so adorable, I love him

[mayahawkeswife]

u should rant a little abt the 'will has powers thing' bc im a little confused LMAO

of course i will :)) anything to info dump lmao

okay so this might be a lot but- stay with me here please— (and ofc ask questions or add on to anything 😭😭)

one of the main things pointing to will having powers is basically a lot of the shit that he did in season one, more specifically how he was able to do it.

some things he was able to do includes: controlling individual lights, speaking to joyce through the phone + walls (?? ig idk how else to word it), appear in joyce’s dreams/a sort of apparition of him appears (this one is def more theoretical, i’ll get to it in a minute), and the reason why he was even taken in the first place (or at least my theory as to why).

first off: while, yes, in season 4 vol. 1 when the teens are stuck in the upside down, they found a way to talk to people in the (for better lack of words) right side up through the lights, it doesn’t completely translate to what will had done so previously. as we know, the upside down is stuck on the day that will went missing, so everything is how it was on that day in the upside down (except well— more decayed and covered in vibes but- whatever yk). so, this would mean no alphabet wall. there would be no way for will to know that was there. and let’s say that will managed to figure out what his mom was trying to do somehow, the christmas lights were never turned on in the first place. the majority of them were never turned on. in vol. 1 we see how the lights need to be turned on and source in the right place in order to communicate through them. this… doesn’t really make sense in terms of will talking to joyce through the lights. there was also this post i made that touched on the scene with the lights in wills room flashing in a circle that directly parallels the scene in s4.

another thing with the communication between worlds that doesn’t add up comparing the teens to will in s1 is how joyce was able to actually hear will. somehow he had called her, and joyce was able to hear him breathing through the phone until (supposedly) the demagorgan came and.. something happened to will. (i’m not sure if i’m just not remembering correctly or if it was never clarified what happened then, so.. yeah). anyways, the teens were not able to vocally speak to the kids in the right side up, and seemed to not be able to use any electronic things while in the upside down.

something else i find interesting and hope is touched on in vol. 2 is joyce literally ripping the wall down and seeing will in the upside down (before he ran away and she broke the wall down with an axe). like— how the fuck? was will making a gate somehow? or was it the demogorgan?? either way, it wouldn’t make sense (unless… a certain boy had certain abilities 🤔). adding on, there is a scene where will seems to appear in joyce’s dream/vision, before it’s shown to actually be johnathan. this is just a small detail, but it sort of reminds me of whenever people are able to see el when she’s in the black room/using her powers. so… hm…

finally, there’s the biggest question about will: why was he taken in the first place?

there is a big theory going around (that i believe in) that it was vecna, rather than the demogorgan, that took will back in season 1. this could explain why he wasn’t killed right away like barb, and why he was targeted even though he wasn’t bleeding. the figure also stalked him down, all the way from the wheeler’s house to his shed. that’s not normal behavior for a demogorgan.

so… why did he target will? of course my theory is: will has powers. but rather than be made to be born with powers, like el and the others, he was born like henry creel.

there are many parallels between henry and will. they’ve both been described as being “sensitive kids,” they both have an interest in drawing, they both don’t fit in the ‘societal norm,’ etc etc. we don’t know how henry (aka 001) has his powers, but i theorize that he was somehow born with them. and however he was somehow born with them is the same way will ‘acquired his.’

a foreshadowing of this lowkey comes from season 1 when dustin is talking about how el has powers.

“So, do you think Eleven was born with her powers like the X-Men or do you think she acquired them, like Green Lantern?”

now, eleven was technically born with powers, but they were ‘acquired’ by experiments trying to replicate henry’s, not naturally born.

so, why did vecna take will? it could be something similar to him trying to make eleven join him (before she.. yk.. sent him to the upside down). or it could be something else entirely. but i do believe it does have something to do with will having powers (and also his trauma and personality could play a factor into it too).

so.. yeah, that’s why i’m a will byers has powers truther. again, most of this is theoretical, so probs take everything (especially stuff towards the end) with a grain of salt. hopefully we get answers during s4 vol.2!!! i dont know which interview this was said, but there has been talk that why will was taken first being address in vol.2 so fingers crossed iggg 🤞🤞🤞

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/730545264313647104/soo-taennies-think-that-taes-instagram-post-with I was just happy to see pictures of him smiling, because he looked so done in all of the official event photos from that trip. Also that outfit is 🔥🔥🔥 It's hilarious though if they want to try to make something of this, because the only thing linking her to it is that caviar picture in the ig photo dump and we all know they screwed up because there's no way she was there. They handed us something so easily debunkable. Their favorite paparazzi stalked Tae to the restaurant that night and even he confirmed it was just Tae and his friends. Hope Taennopes get well soon.

Hi anon!

Yes, agree!

Happy and sad moments can go together though. You can have a sad moment when you are generally happy, and you can have a happy moment when you are generally going through a sad period. I think the time surrounding Paris/Cannes was weird for Tae.

I feel like the posting of this pic was a moment.

It’s almost as if there was a before and after feeling. The before containing many great Taekook moments, like the insta live, them at Dream, many mentions back and forth, many real life outings of the two. We were basically thinking they had much more freedom than before.

But after that pic.. we got Paris, we get Jk mentioning Tae less, we got a period where Tae didn’t mention Jk much as well. To me that pic in Tae’s insta feels like a statement, a thing he could do.. when he knew things were gonna change.

I get all these anons in my inbox talking about how Jk is snubbing Tae, how Jk clearly cares less about Tae than about Jimin (see other anon, I’m not afraid to go there, just don’t feel like posting your hateful ask), how Tae is using Jk, how Jk is only posting Tae again now that it’s promo time. I don’t understand how people are so quick to underestimate Tae and Jk’s friendship. Even if you don’t think they’re in a romantic relationship, there’s no denying that they are best friends. They have shown us that for a long time now. You can’t say everything he does for Jimin is real, but what he does for Tae now is fanservice. You can’t say Jk doesn’t care for Tae. Why would Jk publicly snub one of his bandmembers/best friends? That’s just not true.

I agree that there’s a difference (though not as strong as some would like to believe). Tae is more open to mentioning Jk. And Jk seems a bit more reluctant than he was before. Aside from their personalities being different (Jk not mentioning anyone much) I think Jk is very much a live in the moment guy. He sees something and he has a reaction. To me the Jimin interactions/lives we got from Jk was just that. He got a clue about Jimin in his comments or from weverse, he got a surge of fondness for his good friend, and that resulted in some great footage. I think the strongness of those moments (because yes, they were great) was amplified because Jk and Jimin didn’t meet much back then. Those kind of amplified moments of fondness don’t happen with Jk when it comes to Tae, because they spend more time together. There has not been a lap of time when Tae and Jk didn’t see each other regularly. There’s a steady level of fondness between those two, and Jk doesn’t go around and proof his love and affection just because fandom wants to see that. If anything, I think Jk reacts negatively when people try to pry information from him.

Jk goes live for himself and for army. He wants to share what he feels like, and those things can vary from time to time. Feeling comfortable with certain topics isn’t a given, it can change from time to time. But to me it is clear from what we see that Tae and Jk are just fine.

Well, this was a bit of a rant 😂.

[rui-drawsbox]

Hello again, it’s me: the menace of your inbox 😎✨🤠✨🐊✨

for curtesies sake I’ll add a read more after I write one sentence of explanation.

I’m too busy to write a fic rn but the brain worms are so intense for Magical Girl Arashi that I will instead write an outline.

I’ll probably try to write em in an episodic fashion cuz like, magical girl anime :D:D✨✨✨

Cool so episode one should serve about three functions.

show how arashi gets her powers

establish the setting and foreshadow future characters

Get the view acquainted with the tone

so here’s how I’d go about it 🥰

Scene one:

Arashi should be in class

its a normal day

a new kid joins the class, it’s Mika

she notes that there’s something odd about him but like, in a comedic way that the audience won’t initially pick up on

he shouldn’t notice her at this point, she’s still a normal girl (still a queen, slay Fr I love her)

However he doesn’t make any friends for most of class and his introduction sounded like a robotic script, also he’s sitting alone, poor murderous baby 😭

anyways she, being the queen that she is, decides to talk to him after class and she gets a whole conversation with him

He doesn’t show it very well but he is happy to have a friend and offers her a bear charm instead of actually confirming that they’re friends (he’s real standoffish at this point so think how he acted to Anzu at first in the first game but like, a bit more tame) (cuz he ain’t allowed to really have friends, he’s just supposed to keep up appearances while Shu finds what he’s after)

School goes on, Arashi has lunch with Ritsu and Leo, we get a passing convo about them going to karaoke later, Leo laments that Izumi won’t go with them and the other two just kind of give him a sad look ig. Cuz he hasn’t gone with them in a really long time cuz he’s “busy” and “not interested in childish things right now” “too much work with ballet” (he’s lying💀✨. We’ll get to that later, I am having numerous thoughts)

School goes on once again and the day ends. Arashi walks home with her friends and they all go their separate ways.

while she is walking alone she hears this awful screeching sound, like a cat that’s super upset. So she, as any good cat mom would, follows it.

she finds a little kitty that’s being chased by these creepy looking Victorian dolls. They have golden strings attached to their feet that seem to trail on the ground as they walk. She doesn’t take much note of them tho. She’s too busy grabbing that cat and getting the hell out of there.

so she takes the cat back to her house and checks the poor baby for injuries. Thankfully the kitty is fine. However, things get a bit funky. (Magic cat.)

The cat puts a paw on her chest (like between her collar bones) and a little jewel mark appears there. Arashi is obviously very confused and concerned but the cat just purrs and meows at her.

She starts questioning the cat but like, ma’am despite the magic, that cat don’t talk. That cat meows, screams, and imitates barking noises to scare other cats. Fucking creature tbh. I love this cat.

also arashi is in her room on her bed btw, and there should be big windows by her bed, also she is on the ground floor. This is important.

so after a few minutes of questioning and getting meows for yes and shaken heads for no, the cat starts yowling and screaming and growling. So arashi is obviously very concerned.

There’s a thump on her window, the cat gets even louder.

she looks out and sees a… doll? Maybe a mannequin? It certainly looks large enough to be a mannequin. Huh, it has more of those gold strings. It’s beating on her window. Huh, wait, why is the window sliding open, FUCK!

Arashi grabs the cat and bolts while this mannequin chases her through the house. She does the smart thing and tries to call the police, there’s no response cuz the lines been cut and the service on her cell phone is out.

She tries to leave the house but each exit is being stalked by a different mannequin. So she runs to the bathroom to lock the door and hide.

(She tried to snap a photo of one of the mannequins btw, just in case she needed proof but when she looks at it later the photo will be obscured and unrecognizable so sucks to suck lmao 💀)

The cat gestures to the gem mark on her chest and tries to communicate with her to touch the mark. She does as the cat communicates and then she transforms. She gazes into the vast universe (the background from your art of her in her super magical girl form) and she sees a sword, a really pretty, majestic sword. She grasps the handle and her transformation starts.

anyways she doesn’t kickass yet, I’m sorry girlboss enjoyers, she ain’t a fighter yet, but she’s real strong and has the urge to kill to defend this kitty. So she wins, but just barely.

She also manages to avoid destroying her house in the process. So good for her. If the house was beaten up when her parents got home they would’ve had a fit.

Anyways the episode ends with her relooking all the doors and windows to her house and wondering what she got herself into with this cat. But the cat is cute so she doesn’t care. Also yes it is her cat from enstars. I love her cat so much.

That’s what I have for a possible episode one for this. I’ve got more ideas but I don’t have time rn. I’ll be back. My Izumi ideas are going crazy rn tbh. I’m gonna have a lot of fun implementing him lmao.

Also hi Rui, I hope you’re having a good day/night :D:D✨✨

my dude is your brain powered by the fukin sun or you are just a genius

anyways i can't possibly add anything to your outline. It's perfect. It was so good that even made me want to animate it and i went to search tutorials to the page i was going to use for my studies this year, and found out it was a scam HAHA

Local high school girl adopts transferred silly man

also what do you think about Arashi, Leo and Ritsu (and sometimes Izumi?) doing dance covers every now and then, i think it would be a good excuse for when she has to outrun the dolls(?)

fuck the twelve principles of animation, all my homies don't know what they're doing

ngl it would be a pretty horrific scenario to be in, lucky she😊!

also have you considered Arashi not knowing how the fuck a sword is used outside movies (and bc those dolls certanly look hard to break lol) and in the dispair uses it like a mf hammer? especially bc it's a real technique and it looks funny

anyways, stars from stock wallpaper, my beloveds

dont tell i dont know how to draw weapons i already know jsfhdkas

And Arashi just 'brushing' all that happend bc the cat is cute is the most magical-shoujo-protagonist thing that she could do lol

anyways im actually more motivated to animate than ever! my friend you just did the perfect first chapter for a series like that ajfads

good night my fellow AU enjoyer! Rui out! *explodes*

[disneyanddisneyships]

Hear me out-

It's before Alaponi are dating, but Al's just figured out hes inlove with Aponi, and as usual, aponi fell first so shes also inlove with him

Like he's just doing his fun little "stalking Aponi" time AS PER USUAL. Aponi just went out from a small club after work and earning money ig.

And then this random demon dude starts hitting on her and no matter how much she tries to sass him he wouldnt go away

And then when 'Poni gets frustrated about it, this deer boi comes in the picture

And hes like, "I'm sorry, but I'd prefer you step aside from my girlfriend." and the 'girlfriend' part is in non-static.

Note, they're NOT dating (yet)

She plays along, demon runs away. They have an akward walk on the way to the hotel

.... I gotta write it

Alastor x OC au

Aponi groaned as she stretched.

Turning off her phone and grabbing her bag she walked out of her dressing room.

God was it a hard night. Aponi had worked her thighs so hard that they would definitely be burning in the morning.

Aponi walked tall. Hell was a lot like a more intense New York mixed with LA. you had to show confidence, act like it would be difficult to take you down.

Of course the 7 inch heels Aponi was wearing helped in her struggle with that.

Aponi rolled her eyes as she walked.

Demons from all over looked, gawked, and whistled at her.

But one demon started following her.

She held her breath as she took out mace from her bag, discreetly.

"Hey pretty lady," the demon spoke with a smirk as he stepped in front of her.

"Hey ugly man," Aponi countered.

"Oh don't be so mean, baby! Not a lot of guys down here like that!" The demon replied.

"And not a lot of girls like you either. Yet you still try," Aponi stated before trying to push passed him, only to be stopped by his hand grabbing her arm. "Let go of me," Aponi warned as she held the mace in her hand tightly.

The demon pinned her against the wall. "Oh just bee a good girl and stop talking," he muttered.

Aponi kicked him in the nuts before making a move to run away, only for the demon to trip her. The demon moved to be on top of her.

Her eyes widened at the flashbacks she was having from her life.

"Youre a fighter," he muttered. "I like that," he smirked.

As fast as lightning, their surroundings glitched in a shade of red and black.

Alastor showed up.

"Back off! Can't you see were having some private time?!" The demon shouted only to be startled off of Aponi when alastor's full demon form made itself known.

"I'm sorry. I'd prefer you step away from my girlfriend," Alastor stated, his words glitching.... well... all but one.

Aponi was taken aback, but she didn't have any time to think about it.

She stood up and went to hide behind alastor.

"Hey, sorry man. I's just havin some fun," the demon stated as he backed off, trying his best to keep the little amount of self respect he had left.

As the demon walked away, Alastor's form morphed back into the one Aponi was used to.

"Shall I walk you home, my dear?" Alastor asked.

Aponi gave a small smile before nodding, and hooking her arm through his.

The two walked back to the hotel in silence.

Every demon that looked at Aponi ran away as alastor gave them a scary glare.

"I'd like to thank you... for saving me," Aponi spoke, drawing Alastor's full attention.

"Oh darling, of course!" Alastor exclaimed.

"Um.... Alastor?" Aponi asked.

"Yes, my dear?"

"You called me your girlfriend...." Aponi muttered.

"Ah yes! Merely a way to get that nasty bootlicker off of you!" Alastor spoke, attempting to hide the small blush creeping on his face.

"Oh!.... right....." Aponi replied, her smile fading a small amount.

"I still don't understand why you work for that lowlife," Alastor spoke.

"Who, Valentino? Eh he's harmless. Sure I have some bruises but they heal over fairly quickly," Aponi stated.

"'Bruises'?" Alastor asked, his voice glitching out.

"Well... yeah.... don't know if you've noticed, but he's not a very good guy. Angel has it worse though.... but we're under contract. I can't do anything about it," aponi explained.

".... I could," Alastor whispered.

"What was that?" Aponi asked.

"Oh! Uh.... I wish you could," Alastor stated.

The two walked up the steps of the hotel.

"Well uh.... I should get to sleep...." Aponi muttered.

"Yes! Right! You should-"

Alastor's yes widened at the kiss Aponi planted on his cheek before scurrying into the hotel and up to her room.

Alastor stood there on the steps, feeling like he could take over heaven.