#you think I'm NOT laying awake in bed at night thinking about this man's huge smile and even huger arms and thighs

[kindahoping4forever]

Just chaos, dude

[carebearbussy]

𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 & 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩

ᥫ᭡ 𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝… 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨.

ᥫ᭡ 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙧𝙖! 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ᥫ᭡ 𝙘𝙬: 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 <3

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𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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Your cravings have been going wild.

Ever since you had fallen pregnant by an absolute gargantuan of a man, you are forced to carry twice the amount of nutrients and food stored in your body. The local doctors had recommended that your usual meals be doubled in size, in order to support the extra weight it carried by having a child under Sukuna. And even Sukuna had chimed in, adding that maybe his diet would work for you. But you quickly declined the offer, taking into consideration the life growing inside of you. You did not want your child to grow up to be a cannibalistic monster, much like his father.

But your food choices have been much more bizarre as of lately. Things ranging from huge one course meals that could feed a family of 7, pickled everything, anything covered in cheese, and any regular foods you ate had to be made a specific way, or served in larger portions. Which is why you had decided to wake Sukuna up in the middle of the night, one of the cravings you had pondered on being at the top of your to do list.

Every now and then, your cravings would get really bad. To the point where it was now everybody else's problem. But you truly couldn't help it.

"Kuna, 'Kuna wake up!" You whispered, as you lay spooned beside him. You shook his body from behind you as you spoke, making sure he could hear you. You felt him stretch awake with a low groan, letting you free of his grasp. "Are you awake? Its important..." you ask, awaiting a response out of him. And to your avail, he is awake, but not with the attitude you were initially hoping for. He seemed annoyed that his rest had been interrupted, but those concerns were to be put to rest, as you stepped out of bed, sliding your slippers on by the edge of the bed. He looks at your standing form with half lidded eyes, clearly making the first of many signals of his annoyance with you at the moment.

"What is so important that you wake me from my rest, woman? Im giving you six seconds to speak." He says, as he props himself upwards, sitting at the edge of the bed. With you standing near him, he seizes your hips with his lower set of hands, forcing you into his proximity. "I'm not waiting all day." He ushers you on to speak, but as you think about his possible answer, you start to rethink telling him what you truly want. You look away, clearly starting to get nervous with the attention. But as you do, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look down at him, as he searches for answers. "Go on."

"Well... i've been having cravings lately, and I wanted to know if maybe the kitchen could make me something..." You say, fiddling with your thumbs, as you feel your stomach start to growl lowly. He looks down at your stomach, as you quietly protest his decision to be made. He closes his eyes for a couple seconds, before responding.

"If this is what you really need, then I will indulge this once, brat." He says with a low sigh, as he lets go of his hold on your waist, getting up from his spot on the bed. You look up at him eagerly, silently squealing to yourself as you jump up and down slightly. You wrap your arms around your husbands neck, as you reach up on your tiptoes to pepper kisses all over his defined face. He looks down at your cheerful form, looking unaffected by the attention you give him, but deep down is smiling on the inside. He knows that as long as you stay his sweet, happy wife, then he can get a good nights rest after this.

He picks you up by the back of your thighs, as you are lifted off the ground what seems suddenly. He hoists you on his left side, one hand holding your ass up, the other acting as a back rest. Letting yourself be carried, he opens the door with his right hand, walking into the large hallway to your favorite place since becoming pregnant, the kitchen.

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It seemed as if you had started a national crisis.

With the way you had Uraume, as well as a team of the estates chefs working like dogs in the kitchen. All that could be heard from the upper left wing of the estate was the clinking and clanging of pots and pans, as well as chefs scurrying to prepare the food you had requested. Because it was well known that any request of yours, was to be taken as seriously as if it were from Sukuna.

Uraume seemed to be the only calm one, with them being used to your shenanigans. They were the head of the kitchen, as they lead all of the preparations for the 'big feast', as they like to call it. That big feast being for your pregnant self, of course.

As the kitchen was torn shred by shred trying to prepare you the perfect dish, you stood by the entrance and watched, one hand on your stomach. Standing besides you was Sukuna, with lower arms crossed, as his upper arms conducted the kitchen staff with whats right and wrong. Your eyes lit up with excitement, as you watched all of these people cater to your needs.

"Kuna, how about... chocolate filled dumplings?" You asked, looking up at your focused husband. He was busy keeping an eye on everything, making sure not to mess up your multiple requests you had made in the past twenty minutes. He looks at you with upper set of eyes, his lower ones hyper focused on the kitchen staff.

"That sounds disgusting. But if that is what you wish, so be it." He tells you, scoffing at all of the ridiculous things you had said so far. He then watches as Uraume heads your way, a silver platter in hand, holding what seemed to be at least thirty pieces of bacon, covered in chocolate and sea salt. To any sane person, this would look downright vile. But to you? Sukuna watched as your mouth practically dropped. You squealed in excitement, looking at the dish in hand. "Please enjoy, my lady." Uraume says, still holding out the dish to you as you happily devour it.

But you pause as you look over at Sukuna, still looking down at you. And thats when a lightbulb flicks in your head. You grab a piece of bacon from the tray, as you step in front of Sukuna. He looks down at you, wondering what you're up to, when you reach up on your tippy toes to try and pry open his mouth. "Pleaseeee try it!" You say, pouting your lips, still trying to open his mouth with your fingers. He looks down at you as he furrows his eyebrows, curling his lip upwards. "No, that is repulsive."

Your pout lowers into a full frown, your eyes glossy with the want for him to try what you are offering him. He rolls his eyes, as he picks up the piece of bacon you are holding with two fingers. He looks at it, as he scoffs, swallowing it in one go. "See! Its good right?" You ask him, a smile crossing your face. He looks at you with a 'are you serious?' look, before ruffling your hair, amused with how happy you were that he divulged you.

"It was horrible. Never again are you going to make me do these kinds of things for you, brat."

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[cringe-but-proud]

Would you do a 1610 miles morales request where he and the reader became close at visions and she figures out he’s Spider-Man so he tends to go to hers when needing comfort/help so one night after patching him up, they end up sharing a bed cause he’s too hurt to go home and they’re both flustered and cute cause they clearly like each other?

Yurrrrrr

Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings: light swearing, mentions of pain/injury, reader and miles share a bed (NOTHING SPICY 😑)

A/n: First non-second person POV fic on here. As always, my requests are open 🥳

Tonight had been pretty rough for Miles. He had gotten in a pretty bad fight with some guys that were trying to rob a jewelry store. He had stopped them, which was good, but his entire body felt sore.

So, like always, he made his way over to her apartment.

This had become a sort of regular thing for him to do. His best friend, Y/n, was one of the only people who knew about his secret identity, and so, he went to her whenever he was in need of some quick first aid.

Miles swung over to the familiar apartment building and knocked on her bedroom window.

After a short moment, Y/n opened the window for him. She scanned his disheveled state while helping him climb through the window. "Wow, you look like shit." She commented.

"Thanks. Good to see you too." Miles replied as he pulled his mask off and let it fall to the ground.

She laid a towel on her bed before he sat down (Y/n was very serious about Miles not getting blood on her sheets) and grabbed the first aid kit that she kept in her room.

"Rough night?" She asked as she got out some of the medical supplies she'd be using.

"Yeah. I'm alright though."

She began disinfecting the wound and a comfortable silence fell over them. Miles always liked coming over to her place. Even though he was almost always injured or hurt when he came over. He liked how cozy her room was, he liked that she always had music playing, and he liked that she was always too focused on patching him up to notice him staring at her.

After about 30 minutes of tending to his wounds, she finished with a relieved sigh. "You're lucky I like you, dude. If anyone else asked me to do something like this I'd tell them to never talk to me again."

Miles chuckled and looked down at the floor. "Uh... Thanks?" He tried standing up, but winced.

"You alright?" Y/n asked, looking back at Miles as she put away the first aid kit.

"Yeah... Just a little sore." He said as he sat back down on her bed.

"You gonna be able to make it back home?'

Miles thought about it for a moment. He didn't think he had the strength to swing or even walk home right now. "Uh..."

"If you need to you can stay the night." She tells him

"Really?"

"Of course, man." She smiled softly. "It's not a big deal."

To Miles it was a big deal. Staying over at his crush's house? Huge deal.

But, he had to play it cool.

"Uh... Yeah, alright." He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing.

Y/n had given him some of her oversized clothes for him to sleep in.

There was a brief argument over the sleeping situation (Miles didn't want to kick Y/n out of her own room, but Y/n wasn't gonna make an injured Miles sleep on the couch) they decided to just share the bed.

No big deal. Two friends sharing a bed. Totally normal. No big deal.

Miles settled into her bed, back turned to her as he stared at the wall.

The two of you exchanged a brief 'good night' and then it was silent.

Miles was wide awake. The position he was laying in was uncomfortable, but he didn't dare move. The minutes passed by like hours and he wanted to look at the time, but he couldn't wake her up.

Little did he know, Y/n was feeling the exact same way. Wide awake, unable to move, and unable to speak.

Somehow, against all odds, after what was probably at least 2 hours of still, dead silence, they both managed to fall asleep.

If they thought falling asleep next to each other was awkward, then the dilemma of waking up cuddling each other was going to be absolutely unbearable.

[lovejosephquinn]

Hi Lana, hear me out, how about reader with a voice kink she loves Joe's voice but one night she has a sexy dream not only about him but also Eddie was in it, she tells him about the dream and one night he just decides to try something and switch between his normal voice to Eddie's and vice versa just to see how her body will react. Hope this makes sense, love your stuff btw 💕

Why thank you angel. I am FERALLLLL for this 👀 Under 18's DNI.

Picture via Pintrest 📸

Sure you got to experience your boyfriend every day of your life together and the passion and lust was there in the blink of an eye from the day you began dating. But you couldn't help but be fascinated by the way he played Eddie once you got the chance to watch him bring the character to life.

The thing that struck you the most was his voice, the way he conducted the little accent and the gravelly tones of Joe's voice that were combined had you frothing at the mouth. It was a characteristic that had always made you unimaginably turned on, never before until you met Joe. In the end it really became a fantasy for you to ponder on, what it would be like to have a hold of Eddie, having him whisper in your ear all of the things he wanted to do to you in the way that Joe would and then one night when you lay peacefully in your bed, your wish came true.

Your dream was so erotic, but except it being one of them, it was both of them. The way they both touched you, the way they both fill you so well. The way they chanted your name the same but different, just the way their voices sang so sweetly together. The pet names. It was all so heavenly, having Joe and Eddie fighting for their chance's to fuck you better than the other, competing at who would give you the best orgasm, challenging on who could get the biggest reaction from you when their fingers or tongues were working hard on your holes. The threesome of a wet dream is something torturous and bizarre yet so god damn beautiful, but then you woke up, all sweaty and dazed next to your snoozing man.

You nudge him awake, making him stir and wrap his arms around you in an attempt to get you to go back to sleep. "What are you doing awake at this hour babe, it's still dark." Joe muttered lowly. The slow, strained and still very much sleepy voice flew down to your already heated core making you ache violently.

"I need to tell you something." You moved him to lay on his back, releasing yourself from his grasp so that he'd groan about it but at least listen.

"What time is it?" Joe yawned. You looked over at your phone, the brightness stinging your eyes slight. "3:45am." You winced at him, he wasn't the best at being woken up suddenly, especially in the middle of the night; you kind of felt bad but at the same time you needed to let him in on your little sweet dream.

"Can it wait for another few hours?" Joe tried to push away again, snuggling back under the covers to try and go back to sleep, you pushed them off him an in instant revealing his torso and making him sit up, feeling the cold rupture his stomach. "Ok, ok. I'm awake." He sat up a little, shooting a blank sigh your way and pulled you into him so you could lay on his chest to which you happily obliged. "Go on, what are you dying to tell me?"

"So I had this dream where-" You couldn't continue, the way you were going to tell him sounded so much better in your head, but you knew out loud it was going to be crazy and maybe even Joe himself would think you're insane and just be ignorant to the fact that you were now craving the fictional character he portrayed and him all at once.

"Where? Where what love." Joe gestured for you to continue, his eyes opened fully staring down at you in the darkness.

"Promise you won't become all weird about it?"

"How can I promise when I don't know what it is Y/N?" He hitched a small chuckle your way, you took a huge intake of breath and spilled.

"Me, you and Eddie had a threesome. I can't get him out of my head, you were so damn sexy as him, you're so damn sexy as you. You both are going to be the death of me and-"

Joe's head fell back against the headboard, not the laugh you were expecting, more of a devious and challenging smirky laugh, one that sounded exactly like Eddie's, but like Joe's too, their laughs were one of the only things that brought them to be similar, or so you thought.

"So you've got the hots for Eddie?" Joe's smile was reeling, he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing; but at the same time was relieved it was at least someone that he'd embodied rather than a random person or someone else you knew.

"Kind of..." What a lie, you were down bad for him.

"Ok let me get this straight, so you want to be fucked by Eddie but you still also want to be fucked by me? But you're dreaming of him being real and being in the same bed as we're in right now, doing filthy shit, all three of us, together?" He couldn't of ran around it in a windier path of context. You sarcastically rolled your eyes as if the penny had dropped. "An unhinged compliment if I ever heard one baby, but if that's what you want." Joe took an unusually sharp breath in, leaving the both of you in silence for a few seconds.

"Then that's what you'll get, sweetheart." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You could of reached breaking point just from hearing the accent fall from his lips. For real, you heard it right. Eddie's voice.

Joe pushed you onto your back, leaning over and kissing you hard, your mouths writhing against each other, your tongue darted into his mouth in desperation, rather a need than a want, they danced around each other, battling for dominance in a way that had you both whimpering lightly, the echoes of them falling down each other's throats. Even if he was just acting to get a reaction at this point, it was fucking worth it.

Joe moved his mouth down to caress your neck, trailing his tongue down the sides and moved towards your throat, nibbling just off of it, your hand cupping the back of his head in an attempt to grip his messy bed curls.

"So what is it you want from us?" Us. He's really doing this.

"You, you both p-play with me. You both- your voices."

"Voices? Ahh is that what this is about?" Joe smirked into the crook of your neck as he sucked a small mark onto your skin.

"Wait, what?" You take a few steps back from yourself, pulling at his hair to bring him up to stare into the outline of you.

"You told me that you loved the sound of my voice once, it stuck with me, it's clear that you have a little kink for it with what you've just admitted baby. You're so...what's the word I'm looking for... unique." He giggled and you pouted your lips, frustrated in his teasing manner. A small pause and out his alter ego popped again.

"Unique?" Wow.

"Mm, he's right sweetheart, we love it." There was Eddie again. That made you forget the sarcastic remark rather quickly. The entirety of you gained a mountain of goose bumps, every little strand of hair on your skin rose from the way he deflected from one voice to another. Your body felt alive, your cunt was aching and your mouth was almost dribbling from the kink you absolutely knew that was fully brought to life, you were loving every second of this.

Joe's hand fell downward towards your thighs, stroking over your soft skin, the coolness of the steel attached to his fingers mirrored what it could've been like if it were Eddie, yet another similarity between them; they both loved rings. Your legs immediately opened up for him to make contact with where you needed it most, you could've slapped him silly for teasing you when he delicately grazed everywhere but in between your folds.

"Shit. Is he not giving it to you the way I can?" Eddie spoke out, making you groan, your hips bucking upward so that Joe's hand fell straight to your cunt. Another silent pause as you awaited a response. "Absolutely not, I can definitely do it better." Joe protested.

Joe's fingers pushed your slit open revealing your clit and two fingers instantly fell upon it, rubbing harshly at your over sensitive bud. His digits drove down and the back up, bringing the pool of wetness you'd created already to extend an easier glide against you. You could just about make a silhouette of each other from the dimmed street lights hidden through the window and behind the curtain, so you closed your eyes to entice the notion of two men in your presence, feel more real.

"Does that feel good my love?" Joe leaned down whispering into your ear, just like in your dream. Was it just you or was he in your god damn head right now?

"Or does this feel better, pretty girl?" The sound of the American accent flew through your ear drums and Joe sat up instantly, using his other hand to plunge two fingers deep inside you. He worked ravenously to edge you. One hand still making shapes around your clit, pushing against the side which hit the spot the most, whilst Eddie's fingers fucked your cunt effortlessly.

You squirmed harshly underneath his touch, both hands creating one emotion that made an almost ball made out of steel swell inside your stomach. The motion that was being worked in unison, thrusting and curling up inside of you, stretching your walls whilst the other cursed your clit into eternal damnation.

"Oh fuck J-Joe-Ed-die" You cursed their names, Joe's lips stealing himself an instant bite of his bottom lip. You didn't know who to thank more, but deep down you knew it was an utter praise for your boyfriend delivering your deepest and darkest fantasy in the middle of the night, a true definition of perfect.

"Yeah sweetheart, is that good? You like it when we fuck your pretty pussy up like this? You're so fucking tight." We? Are they working together to get this out of you now. Joe got Eddie's voice down to a tee, I mean why wouldn't he? But he knew nothing of the way Eddie might of been in this situation, he must of just assumed from the way you spoke about it, that he was as eager as Joe was to please you.

Your screams fell hard, bouncing around the walls of the pitch black area, you climaxed seconds after, your back arching upwards as Joe's hand slapped itself messily across your clit, Eddie's fingers releasing themselves as your slick squirted out of your cunt vigourously like a waterfall, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, even the angels that were waiting to give you your place in heaven couldn't save you from the moment you climaxed. You'd seriously never felt this worked up. Death by orgasm; now that's a new one.

Joe removed his hands from you, climbing back over to seal it with a kiss, more passionate instead of fierce, the softness of them making your hole gape around nothing.

"That was so hot." You giggled.

"Now I've got to know, who did you prefer?" Joe questioned you, a slight mock in his tone but all the same intrigued.

"You already know the answer." You smiled.

Joe pulled down his boxers, releasing his stiff length from the cage it stood to attention in, throbbing for contact, aching to be inside of you.

"I just needed to check." He positioned himself at your entrance, not wanting to waste another second.

"What do you mean?" You stroked along his jaw, beaming from ear to ear, you were still getting over what just happened.

"Whether I needed to fuck you as me, or as Eddie from now on." You both shared a hearty laugh.

"As much as he's a god damn fantasy, you will always win baby."

Joe loved to hear that, not that he was jealous that his own character turned you on immensely but he almost fought back the victory fist pump in the air to know that he had won and let's face the facts; he always would.

[ackermansimper]

I might rewrite this in a different scenario or with Mikasa or Kenny purely for the fact that I LOVE this song. Like goodness this band makes amazing music-

I hate everything about you

Word count: 0.9k (Levi x reader)

I hate everything about you - three days grace

-Summary: Your rivalry is interrupted after you kiss Levi after a drink too much. Now you're left to think about your feelings for the man and stress over the possibly ruined friendship.

You laid awake with the occasional sigh thinking about what had just happened. You might've ruined whatever relationship you had with Levi, the guy you often bickered with and teased. You both weren't together but you couldn't say that there weren't any feelings involved on your side. At first it was more of a partner-enemy relationship but it turned into more. It turned into actual communication towards you both and actual bonding behind your quarrels.

You hated him. You always reminded him of that and the same went towards you. Despite your supposed hatred of each other though was an unbreakable bond that took you both years of partnership and trust to achieve. And yet it feels as if you had broken the bond you had with the idiot in an instant.

You kissed him. You drank a bit too much and thought it'd be fine to shoot your shot. Not even that. You don't know why you did it. You could lay there and try making millions of excuses for it, anything to justify your actions. You could blame it on the alcohol. You could say it meant nothing. But all that would just be a huge lie shoved in his and your face. You knew very well that it wasn't just the alcohol nor was it meaningless. You knew deep down that you cared for him and had feelings for him. But you hate him. You hate everything about him. So why does it hurt so much that he looked at you with pure disgust in his eyes afterwards? Why'd it hurt so much that it broke your shell of toughness and had you running away to your room like an idiot? Why'd it hurt so much that-

"Y/n are you having a nightmare? You're being a bit loud" your roommate asked after hearing your heavy breaths and low sighs. "I'm fine." was the most you could muster. You weren't. You weren't fine at all.

Yet even with all the hurt boiled deep inside you, you don't miss him. You can't bring yourself to. You hate him. You don't love him. You hate him. You don't miss him and there's nothing between you two.

So why do you love him?

Once you were able to fall asleep, it felt like an instant that you were woken up to your roommate with her normal cheeky smile. "Wakey wakey! They've got juice on the menu today" she said ruffling your bed hair. You groaned a bit and clenched your eyes shut. "Hangover? You shouldn't have been drinking on a work night, you know that" she said. You nodded your head in response even though you knew it was a complete lie. If you were having any type of migraine or headache, it'd be because you had to see Levi and confront that what you did was real last night and you could probably never take it back.

You got up and began getting ready as your roommate finished up and left. Once you were alone and left brushing your hair, tears finally began streaming. You dropped the brush and broke into quiet sobs. You'd been holding it in. It's only when you stop to think about it that you know you hate him. You hate everything about him. The only thing you don't know is why you love him. Why you want to get closure to what had happened last night. Why you want to blame the alcohol and go back to your rivalship with him. Go back to normal.

You wanna know what he thinks. You wanna know if he knows he hates you like you know you hate him. You wanna know if he's taken any thoughts of last night. You wanna know just how much he hates you and if he's questioning any untold and kept away feelings like you've been. You doubt it as yesterday's events could've proven he had no romantic interest in you whatsoever but you didn't wanna be the only one with these hot and cold feelings.

You hate everything about him. You love him. You hate him. You don't love him, you hate him. You don't hate him, you love him. Maybe you hate and love him. Maybe its a bit of everything.

You go to the dining hall with your head high to radiate the energy you always did. Only difference now was that you were scared. You were scared about what you'd say or act when you saw Levi. To your utter surprise and relief, he wasn't there. You'd have to sort this out with him sooner or later but for now, you'll just enjoy your breakfast before a long day.

Levi won't though. He skipped breakfast and stayed locked up in his office. He had no idea how to react to any of this. He hated you, sure. But he loved you and unlike you, had no questions about it.

♥ Thank you for reading ♥

[iviarellereads]

A Wind in the Door, Chapter 3 - The Man in the Night

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index for the Time Quintet, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

In which these books are really good at answers that raise five more questions.

A huge dark form strode swiftly through the woods and into the pasture; it reached them in a few strides, and then stood very still, so that the folds of the long robe seemed chiseled out of granite. “Do not be afraid,” he repeated. “He won’t hurt you.”

Meg realizes that indeed, Charles's dragons are a single creature after all. The tall stranger introduces himself as Blajeny, their teacher, and the cherubim,(1) for that's what the creature is, as Proginoskes. Charles is surprised, and Progo(2) speaks directly into all their minds, asking if Charles thought he'd be a baby with wings. Charles simply says it would be easier if he were.

Progo says he was sent here to be in their class, though he's slightly offended to be grouped with such immature humans. Charles thinks he must be dreaming after all, but Blajeny says he's certainly awake, and reality is subjective. Meg says if they're asleep they're sharing the same dream, and Calvin says if he were asleep, a cherubim wouldn't look like… Progo gives his full name again, and demands no funny nicknames.

Blajeny asks if they're ready to start. Charles says sooner's best. Calvin protests, Blajeny can't just steal Charles away without talking to his parents. Blajeny says they came here, didn't they, and to call on all three of the humans present. Meg thinks this is about helping Charles in his local school, but Blajeny says Charles will have to learn to defend himself for that. Charles agrees, he has to learn to adapt.(3)

But then, Charles asks, why have Blajeny and Progo come? Blajeny says they're here to call the children, and anyone invited to study with a Teacher has talents that mustn't be lost. They have to find and fix what's making Charles ill. Calvin is confused, so Meg gives him a quick rundown, and asks if Blajeny can really help. Blajeny says he thinks Meg is the one who can help, and Calvin. Learning how will be their lesson plan.

Calvin asks where they'll be studying, and Blajeny hops down off the rock he was standing on and lays on the grass, inviting them to join him. They do so, and he sweeps his arm toward the sky and says their classroom is everywhere, and they're now to go home and go to bed, and go to school as normal in the morning. Meg protests, and Blajeny says they'll see his lessons in due time, and they have much to learn from each other.

In the mean time, they have individual lessons. Charles must learn to adapt, while remaining himself. Meg must pass three tests, one of which starts immediately, but which he cannot explain to her, for part of the test is discovering the test,(4) but she and Progo will work together. He can be invisible as the wind, and accompany her to school.

But now, really, bedtime for everyone. Progo opts to wait in the field overnight, and Blajeny walks them partway to the house, though he doesn't want to go in. Calvin says he hasn't been given an assignment, and Blajeny says his first assignment is to wait without further question until his time comes, and come tomorrow right after school.

They pass Louise, and she and Blajeny bow to each other. Blajeny explains that Louise is a Teacher as well, and she is fond of the twins because they will someday be Teachers as well.(5) Meg gets a little dismissive of this, but Blajeny bids her not to feel left out, she has a Work of her own. He leaves them there to go on their own.

Back at the house, Mrs. Murry and Dr. Colubra are in the lab, and Mrs. Murry is aghast at Charles being out of bed. He says he woke up, and went to get Meg and Calvin, and asks if they can make hot cocoa to help him get back to sleep. Mrs. Murry almost refuses, but Dr. Colubra says cocoa sounds good to her, too, while Mrs. Murry keeps working.

Dr. Louise puts a damper on their ability to talk to Mrs. Murry about what's happened this evening, or Meg's afraid to talk about it at all. But, Dr. Louise brings up the cosmic scream feeling irrational, and Mrs. Murry says she didn't believe in farandolae, either.

Switching topics abruptly, she tells the kids Mr. Jenkins called to suggest self-defence classes for Charles. Meg thinks aloud that he never calls parents, they always have to go to him. Charles says what he needs is a class in adaptation, since even reading Darwin isn't helping him at all.(6) Dr. Louise brings up the moon landing, "a great many years ago",(7) which the kids will be too young to remember. The astronauts were uneasy at first, but quickly adapted to the gravity difference. Meg says adapting to hostile humans is much harder than a bit of gravity and atmosphere.

Charles interrupts to ask Dr. Louise to pour a saucer of cocoa for the dog, which she does,(8) before she sends Meg to get mugs for everyone. On the subject of pets, Dr. Louise asks how her namesake is. Charles wonders if she'd like some cocoa, which Mrs. Murry shuts down firmly. Dr. Louise recalls a boa constrictor pet that she had in the Philippines, who would take care of any rats during the day and cuddle with her in the evenings.

They finish up their cocoa, Calvin bids goodnight, and Mrs. Murry says it's time for Charles and Meg to get to bed. Meg thinks about the evening, looking for layers of meaning in Dr. Louise's conversation, and the cherubim who might be sleeping in the field, and wonders what's real.

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(1) Was that anywhere near your guess? (2) He asks to be called Proginoskes exclusively, and I do try to respect the names people ask to be used for them, but that's an awfully big awkward word to keep typing in my notes or to keep pinned in my clipboard. So, sorry Progo, like Meg I hope you'll forgive me for shortening your name a bit if you were to actually exist out there somewhere. (3) Given the evidence coming out about how utterly ineffective ABA is for autistic kids when it essentially comes down to doing exactly this, as well as, y'know, the history of all conversion therapies and such, I am unconvinced and unimpressed at "the system is fine or at least unchangeable". (4) My least favourite kind of "test" is "I can't tell you what to do". (5) If you haven't read these books before, do you think Sandy and Dennys will play more heavily into this or future books? There are three more in the quintet after this one… but they haven't distinguished themselves as anything particularly remarkable yet, have they? (6) Darwin's work wasn't really about the adaptation itself, so much as the consequences of it, if memory serves. Of course it won't help a kid being bullied to learn about how finches' beaks adapt to the flowers in their regions over generations. This kind of comment in abook just feels like an author trying to prove their scientific and intellectual credentials rather than a genuine thing a character would say, and it frustrates me in a book that's already got Meg being a touch too flighty in her thoughts about everything so far for my taste. (7) The series was written across multiple decades, and this is as precise an answer as we might get as to when anything takes place. I think L'Engle tried to make it feel just a touch in the future, as if one might turn around tomorrow and see these things happening. Unfortunately, few could have predicted how widespread the technologies of the 1980s and 1990s would become by the 2020s, so everything feels rather firmly set in a time long past now. (8) NEVER GIVE A NON-HUMAN ANIMAL CHOCOLATE. It's toxic to dogs and cats at the very least, anyway. I wonder how widely known THAT was fifty years ago.

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Worthless - Chapter 30 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Kade

When Asher, Rylie, Fallon and a lot of the pack had stopped crying, it was time for the adults' presents to be handed out. I went up and came back with Asher's present, leading him to a bench. He looked at me curiously as I placed him on my lap, his legs straddling me as he glanced down at the box. 

"Open it, Asher."

He gave me a small smile as before gingerly ripping off the wrapping. His jaw dropped when he lifted the lid of the small box. Inside were two glass wolves, one slightly smaller than the other. The wolves nuzzled each other, sharing a lover's embrace. I blushed, my eyes darting to and from his.

"I didn't really know what you would like..." 

He smiled at me before gently pressing his lips to mine.

'I love it, Kade. Thank you.'

I grin split my face as I hugged him close.

"I'm glad."

When we pulled away, a nervous expression crossed his face.

'I-I have a gift to but I don't know if you'll like it...'

I smiled and reassured him I'd love anything he got me. He told me to close his eyes and I did with a chuckle. A minute passed without either of us moving, both our hearts racing for some reason. I heard the grandfather clock ring from inside, indicating it was midnight. Suddenly, I felt his breath on my ear. I was confused and was about to ask what he was doing when I froze.

"Mer...ry... Chris..mas... Ka..de. I Lo...ve... you..."

I pulled back, my eyes wide as I stared into his nervous ones.

"Asher, did you just talk?"

He bit his lip, his brows furrowed.

"Yes..."

It came out slow and slightly raspy but there was nothing that sounded better to my ears. My eyes stung from unshed tears as I hugged him to me.

"I love you too, baby. This is the best present I've ever gotten. Thank you so much."

"You can thank me too."

I looked up to see Rory grinning at us as well as everyone else.

"I mean, I've been helping him practice."

My mouth formed an 'oh.' So that was why Asher has been avoiding me to hang out with Rory. Here he was trying to give me something wonderful and I had the gall to think even for a moment that he'd been cheating. I quickly thanked Rory as Asher got off my lap, giving me a cheerful smile. The kids were already starting to crash, some of the parents deciding to call it a night and head home.

We fetched Fallon who was swaying back and forth and then Riley. Tucking them into bed, Asher and I both kissed their foreheads before heading back downstairs. I took a seat on the couch next to Rory and Asher crawled on top of me. He was getting tired too. I kissed his cheek.

'Do you want to go to bed?'

He shook his head and I smirked, knowing he would be asleep in minutes.

"This is a pretty great Christmas, man," Rory said suddenly, smiling as he stared at Asher.

I knew what he meant. This was probably the best so far. I had my mate, my pups and the rest of my family. 

"Oh," I perked up, remembering something that made the holiday even better

"Did you here? Calon's coming home too."

Rory didn't have the reaction I thought he would. The smile slipped off his face, being replaced with outright panic. He tried to cover it up.

"Really? When is he coming?"

"Today actually."

I didn't understand why he'd react like that. I heard a commotion, turning to see people taking turns hugging a man. My lips pulled into a smile.

"Speak of the devil."

"Uh, y'know what? I'm feeling tired, I think I'm going to go lay down."

I sent Rory a shocked and confused look when he got up quickly. Before he'd even taken a couple step, there was a low growl. Rory froze, turning around with fear in his eyes. He locked eyes with Calon, visibly trembling as he stalked over. Asher was awake and staring wide eyed as Calon stopped just a foot away, taking in a huge breath.

"Mate," he said, dangerously low, barely more than a growl.

There were gasps. People started to smile and congratulate the two but stopped when they noticed Rory back away, bringing his hands up, terror quite evident in his body language and then Calon stepped forward and punched Rory in the face.

~The End~

[casspurrjoybell-25]

ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 3

*Warning Adult Content*

- Jayce -

He did his best to stay awake.

It seemed like the man had been walking for several minutes.

Was it possible that he had been near a road or trailhead after all?

Maybe this man's car wasn't far from where he'd set up his tent.

Finally, something came into view.

He squinted, hoping it wasn't just an illusion.

But instead of the vehicle he was expecting to see, he saw a small A-frame cabin.

He glanced around and to his dismay, they were still surrounded by trees.

There wasn't a road in sight.

His heart began to race.

Why was there a cabin in the middle of the forest?

It couldn't be for a good reason.

Is this how he was going to die, by being murdered in the woods instead of freezing to death in the woods?

Once inside, the man dumped him onto a single bed and then busied himself with starting a fire in what looked like a wood stove.

Jayce stared at the man's back, noting the muscles that strained his shirt.

The man was huge.

He had to be several inches over six feet and his upper arms looked bigger than Jayce's thighs.

Wondering who this giant was, Jayce began to glance around the cabin.

It looked normal.

There weren't any guns or chains or weird pictures hanging on the walls.

Before he could take it all in, the man came back over and started removing Jayce's jacket.

"What are you doing?" he protested, slurring his words.

"You're borderline hypothermic. I have to get you warmed up."

"By taking off my jacket?"

"Yes," the man grunted.

Once his jacket was off, the man lay down on the bed behind him, pulled a blanket over them and wrapped his arms around Jayce.

Jayce was thoroughly confused at this point and thoroughly terrified.

Did this man know he was gay?

Was he going to take advantage of him before killing him?

He panicked and inched forward on the bed, trying to get away from the man.

"Stop moving," the man commanded, tightening his arms around him.

"Let go of me," he pleaded. "What do you want?"

"I want you to stop moving and let me warm you up so you don't die in my cabin."

His head felt like it was in a fog.

"So I don't die?"

"It's unlikely at this point, now that you're inside. I'm trying to raise your body temperature with mine but you need to calm down," the man growled.

Suddenly everything made sense.

This man had rescued him from the cold and was trying to help him, not kill him.

At least Jayce didn't think so.

If this man truly wanted to harm him, he wouldn't be taking the time to warm him up.

Jayce would be more defenseless if he was too cold to move.

The man was warm and the heat from the fire was even better.

Gradually, his shivering lessened and the feeling started coming back into his hands and feet.

He felt like his fingers and toes were burning and it was slightly painful.

But after this initial discomfort, he began to feel warm and relaxed.

For a moment he forgot all about being lost in the wilderness and everything that had happened leading up to that point.

There was a man's body pressed against his and he remembered how nice that was.

He wanted to snuggle closer and fall asleep.

His eyes had just closed when the man let go and sat up.

"You're doing better," the man said, his tone brusque. "I'll heat up some water."

He sat up, pulling the blanket around his shoulders.

"I've been hiking for three days. I set up my tent shortly after the snow started."

The man didn't say anything in return.

He turned his attention to the kettle, which was beginning to whistle.

Jayce watched as the man added a tea bag to a mug and poured in the steaming water.

When the man brought it over to him, Jayce did his best to smile up at him.

This man still scared him, so he wanted to stay on his good side.

"Thank you for helping me. I would have died if you hadn't come along."

The man crossed his arms and looked at Jayce with a firm stare.

"What were you doing out there?"

He held the warm mug in his hands as he contemplated how much to tell this stranger.

"I was camping off the main trail but I got lost trying to get back to the trail. I found your trail instead. I mean, I'm assuming it's your trail."

"Yes, it leads to this cabin."

"What's your name?" he asked, changing the topic. "You saved my life, but I don't even know your name."

"I'm Jayce," he replied.

He thought they would talk more but Dylan turned.

"I'm going back out to get your stuff," Dylan said. "You can look around, but don't go far. There's an outhouse behind the cabin."

And with that, Dylan pulled a coat on and shut the door behind him.

- Dylan -

He trudged through the snow, not sure what to think about his serene day being shattered by the appearance of the lost hiker.

The last thing he'd been expecting to see all the way out here, especially this time of year, was a tent only a half mile from his cabin.

He'd feared it would contain a corpse and he'd been hoping he wouldn't have to open it and check.

It had been a relief to hear a voice instead of silence.

The guy inside, Jayce, hadn't been in good shape, though.

He guessed Jayce hadn't been more than an hour away from slipping into unconsciousness.

Maybe that was why Jayce had reacted the way he did, with fear, trying to get away from him twice.

But deep down, he knew Jayce's condition wasn't the cause of that reaction.

Jayce had reacted to him the same way everyone did.

All his life, his appearance had frightened people.

He was six foot four inches with a muscular build.

It didn't help that he was quiet and not naturally friendly or that his default facial expression apparently made it look like he wanted to kill someone.

He wasn't angry all the time or looking for a fight or any of the other things people accused him of.

Eventually, he learned it was easier to keep to himself.

People didn't want to come near him or be his friend.

Women especially kept their distance.

He was all too familiar with the look of panic whenever a woman realized he was walking behind her at night or how women crossed the street when they saw him coming, even in broad daylight.

He'd never been in a relationship because women were terrified to be around him and he was too afraid of their reaction to approach them.

He hoped Jayce wouldn't try to leave while he was gone.

The guy was in no condition to head back into the wilderness, especially since he'd gotten himself lost.

He found Jayce's tent and pulled his pack out, then began to roll up Jayce's sleeping bag.

He paused, noting that it was a summer sleeping bag.

It wasn't anywhere near warm enough for a backpacking trip taking place in the fall, with winter right around the corner. 

He knew he shouldn't look through Jayce's stuff but something seemed off.

The tent wasn't rated for winter and Jayce also didn't have any kind of sleeping pad to place between his sleeping bag and the cold ground.

As he pulled out the items in the pack, he found that there were no extra layers, winter gloves or a hat.

Was this guy trying to die?

Shaking his head, he stuffed everything back in the pack and took down the tent.

By the time it was all packed up, the snow was starting to fall harder.

He was grateful he'd found Jayce before the weather got worse but now it seemed he was left with more questions than answers about what Jayce was doing out here.

[dragonfly92]

Bobby Singer's daughter Chapter Three

At a motel seeing as the three of them arrived late there was only one room available, so Sam allowed Sarah to have the other bed, they was both sound asleep Dean laying on his stomach and Sarah laying on her side facing away from the door, when the door to the motel open Dean grabbed his gun that was underneath the pillow, but when he turns around it's just Sam and he says "Morning sunshines."

Sarah grumbled in her sleep she slowly woke up looking over at Dean who was awake and she turned her head around to see that it was just Sam, Dean asks still half asleep "What time is it?" Sam puts the coffees on the table along with the newspaper and closes the door and says "Uh, it's about five forty-five." Sarah says "In the morning?" They both sit up, Sarah heads to the bathroom still half asleep whilst she does that Dean looks over to his brother and asks him "Hey did you get any sleep?" Sam who was clearly lying says "Yeah I caught a few hours." Sarah had come out of the bathroom and says "Well that's a lie I woke up at 3am and you was watching a George Foreman commercial."

Sarah picks up her two coffees and hands one to Dean who thanks her and then she sits down on the edge of her bed, Sam jokingly says "Hey what can I say some riveting TV." They both gave him a look and of course Sarah asks Sam "When was the last time you had some proper sleep?" Sam sits down beside Sarah, Dean who is sitting on his bed looks in the direction of his brother and says "It's a huge concern if you aren't getting any sleep." Sarah looks to Sam and says "You know he's not wrong, you still having dreams about Jess?"

She puts a hand on his shoulder, to comfort him and he says "Look I understand you're both worried about me I get it but it's not just about Jess, it's everything I just forgot you know? This Job just gets to me." Sarah leans her head on his shoulder and Dean says "You can't let it in, you can't bring that home like that." Sam looks over at Dean and asks him "So what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?" Dean shakes his head, so Sam continues "Never? You're never afraid neither of you?"

Sarah shakes her head and says "Not really I mean you've meet my dad, plus I know I'm in safe hands, I use to be afraid but that was when I was a little girl, now it's apart of my life." Dean says "No, not really." But before the conversation goes any further Dean's phone rings he answers it and the person on the other side says "Dean, its, uh Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a few years ago."

Dean finally remembered who it was and says "Oh right yeah, Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing, that isn't back is it?" Jerry says "No, no thank god no, but there's something else and I think it's a whole lot worse." Dean asks him "What is it?" Jerry asks Dean "Can we talk in person?" Dean just looks over at Sarah and Sam, who was confused, of course he said he would.

They arrive at the hangar and Jerry was waiting for them, once he saw Dean he says "Thanks for making the quick trip down here, I should be doing you guys and girl a favor, not the other way round. Dean and your dad really helped me out." Sam says "Yeah he told us, It was a poltergeist?" A random worker shouts out "Poltergeist? Man, I love that movie." Jerry was quick to responded, "Hey nobody's talking to you, keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, it practically tore the whole house apart, Tell you something if it wasn't for you and your dad I probably wouldn't be alive."

He then looks over at Sam and says "Your dad said you were at college, is that right?" Sam says "Yeah I was, I'm taking some time off." Jerry then notices Sarah and says "Oh I'm sorry we haven't been introduced." Dean says "Oh right yeah sorry this is our friend Sarah." They shake hands and then continue on walking, he went back to talking to Sam and says "Well, he was proud of you, I could tell because he talked about you all the time."

They walked into Jerry's office as he had something that they'd want to hear, he says "I listened to this, and it sounded right up your alley." He puts a CD into the drive and he says "Normally I wouldn't have access to this, it's the cockpit voice recorder, for united britannia flight 2485, it was one of ours." He presses play and it starts "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Repeat, this is the Britannia flight 2485 ----immediate instruction help! United Britannia 2485, I copy your message---maybe experiencing some mechanical failure."

Suddenly there was this loud whooshing noise and then Jerry stopped the recording, and he said "Took off here, crashed about two hundred miles, south now they're saying mechanical failure cabin depressurised somehow nobody knows why, Over a hundred people on board, only seven got out alive pilot was one of our own his name is Chuck Lambert and he's a good friend of mine, Chuck is well...uh broken up about this, thinking it was his fault." Sarah asks "You obviously don't think it's his fault do you?" Jerry looks over at her and says "No, I don't." Then Sam says "Jerry we're gonna need passenger manifests, um... a list of survivors." Jerry simply says "Alright."

Then Dean asks "And, Uh, anyway we can take a look at the wreckage?" Jerry looks at Dean and he says "The stuff won't be a problem to get ahold of but the wreckage that's another story lady and gents, the NTSB has it locked down in evidence warehouse, no way i've got clearance." Dean frowns and then he says "No Problem."

Whilst Dean was getting IDs done, Sarah and Sam was waiting outside, It didn't take long but he eventually returned and Sarah says "You took a long time?" Dean holds up three IDS and says "You can't rush perfection." He hands each of them their ID and Sam says "Homeland Security?" Sarah says "Well that's something new, but you do realise we could get in some serious trouble if we get caught, Dean."

He says "Yeah, well it's something new you know? People haven't a thousand times." They get back into the car in their usually spots Dean in the driver's seat, Sam is in the front passenger sit and Sarah in the back sitting behind Dean and once the doors was closed, Sam asks "Alright, so what have we got? Well that's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder."

Dean just says "Yeah." Sam says "Well Listen to this." He presses the play button and its had been edited to pull out a scratchy voice which says "No Survivors." Sarah asks "Okay, what does it mean no survivors, there is 7 survivors." Sam says "You got me." Dean says "So, what you thinking? Haunted flight?" Sarah says "Well there's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like Phantom travelers."

Dean was a little impressed but didn't want to show it so he simply says "Mhmm." Then Sarah continues and says "Or remember 401?" Dean says "Right, the one that crashed the airline salvaged some of it's parts, put it in other planes then the spirit of the co-pilot and pilot haunted those flights." Sam says "Right." Dean simply says "Yeah." Sam says "Maybe we got a similar deal." Sarah asks "Alright so no survivors which one do we talk to first?" Sam says "Third on the list Max Jaffrey." Dean asks him confused "Why him?" Sam who is looking at the list of names says "Well, for one, he's from around here and second, if anyone saw something then it would be him."

The four of them was sitting at a table, Dean says "Uh, huh and that's what terrified you? That's what you are afraid off?" Max who feeling a little uncomfortable says "I don't want to talk about this anymore." Dean of course not paying attention to what Max said he continues and says "See, I think maybe you did see something up there, we need to know." Max looks over at Dean and says "No, No i was...delusional, seeing things."

Dean looks over at Sarah and Sam, and says "He was seeing things." Sarah looks at Max and calmly speaks to Max and says to him "Max it's okay, then just tell us what you think you saw, please." Max looks at Sarah who is smiling a little, which causes him to smile a little, unaware Dean wasn't exactly happy with the little flirting that was happening, but he pushed his feelings aside, He says "There was---this man and he had these uhm eyes, they was black eyes and I saw him--I thought I saw him---." Dean asks "What?"

Max continues and says "He erm opened the emergency exit on the plane, but that's impossible, right I mean I looked up and there's something like two tonnes of pressure on the door." Dean says "Yeah." Then Sam asks Max a question, "This man did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" Max looks away from Sarah and then looks over at Sam with a confused expression on his face and says "What are you nuts?" Sam tilted his head confused and Max says "He was a passenger, he was sitting right in front of me."

They had arrived at Mr Phelps house, he was the victim that had been possessed by the demon and they was speaking to his wife who understandable was in tears, they was sitting around a table, whilst Sam was holding a picture of Mr Phelps and asks his wife, "Is this your late husband?" She looks over at him and says "Yes, that's my George." Dean asks "And you said he was a...dentist." To which Mrs Phelps says "Mm-Mm, he was headed to a convention in Denver, Do you know he was petrified of flying? For him to go like that..."

Sarah was sitting by her and put her hand on her shoulder and asks her "So how long was you two married for?" Mrs Phelps looks over at Sarah and says "Thirteen Years." Sarah then asks "In all those years, you ever notice any changes in your husband?" Of course Mrs Phelps was confused and she said "Well..um he had acid reflux if that's what you meant." They just looked at each other confused.

Sam and Dean went inside of a store, they thought it would best to play the part, whilst they was doing that Sarah had already got her outfit and was waiting by the car leaning against the passenger door, a few minutes later both of the guys came out of the store, wearing suits of course Dean wasn't exactly happy with what he was wearing, once they both got to Sarah he says "Man, I look like one of the blue brothers." That causes both Sam and Sarah to laugh a little, Sam says "No you don't, you look more like a seventh-grader at his first dance." Sarah says "It suits you, well both of you." He looks up and Sarah and he smiles, notices what she's wearing thinking she looks good, they all get in the impala and drives to the warehouse.

After a little while they finally arrived at the warehouse, showed the security guard their IDs, he let them inside and started looking around the wreckage of the plane, whilst doing that Dean pulls out a device and earbuds which he puts one in his ears, Sam looks over at him confused and asks him, "What's that?" Dean looking over at his brother and says "It's an EMF meter, It reads electromagnetic Frequencies." Sam looks over at Dean and he says "Yeah I obviously know EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up walkman?" Dean says trying to impress Sam, "Cause that is what I made it out of, it's homemade." Dean grinning whilst saying that, but he's grin would soon disappear when Sam says "Yeah, I can see that."

Sarah is looking around the wreckage, Dean joins her and she notices something on the door so he puts his EMF reader towards the yellow powder and it sets off the reader, Sarah gets a sample of the mystery yellow powder, after they was finished the warehouse, started walking out of the warehouse, but then all of a sudden alarms start going off, that causes the three of them to start running and when Sarah notices the fence covered with barbed wire, she was rethinking her outfit of choice, but thankfully Dean noticed took off his jacket and threw it over and like a true gentleman he helped her over of course she thanked him and he grabbed his jacket saying "Well this monkey suits do come in handy."

The three of them had gone back to see Jerry and he took the powder and put it under a microscope and took a look and he says "Huh, this stuff is sulfur." The three of them looks over at Jerry confused until Sam asks "You sure." To which Jerry looks to Sam and says "Look for yourself." Whilst he did that, one of the workers shouted "You effin piece of crap."

That caught all of their attention and Jerry says "If Gents and Lady please excuse me I have an Idiot to fire." He left the room, Dean closes the door and walks to Sam and says "Hmm, you know, there's not too many things that leave behind sulfuric residue." Sarah who is leaning against the table says "Demonic Possession?" Dean says "It would explain how a mortal man with enough strength, to open up a emergency hatch."

Sam who has turned around says "If the guy was possessed, then it's possible." Dean asks "This goes way beyond floating over a bed, or vomiting pea soup, I mean it's one thing posses a person, but to use them to take an entire plane." Sarah looks over at and asks "So I'm gonna take a guess and say you never heard of a thing that could do that?" He looks back at her and he simply says "Never."

Dean, Sam and Sarah had gone back to the motel, they all changed out of their FBI outfits into some comfortable clothes, they started doing some research on Demons, Sarah was sitting on one bed whilst Dean was sitting on the other and Sam was sitting at the table, Sarah had papers beside her and had her laptop on her lap, Sam says "So, every religion in every world culture, has the concepts of demons and demonic possessions, right? I mean christian, native american, Hindu, you name it." Dean looks up from John's Journal and says "Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Sarah looks up from her laptop and says "Well, that's not exactly true, You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain disasters both natural and man-made, once causes earthquakes, another causes diseases, and this one causes Plane crashes."

Dean gets up from his bed and asks "Alright, so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count." Sam asks "Yeah, you know, who knows how many planes this thing has taken down before this one?" All Dean does is snort and that confuses both Sarah and Sam, she gets up from her bed and looks over at Dean and asks, "What?" He looks over at the both of them and he says "I don't know, guys this doesn't sound like our usually gig, I mean demons they don't want anything just death and destruction for it's own sake, this is big I just wish Dad was here." Sam looks over at his big brother and says "Yeah, I wish he was too but dude, we can't just walk away from this."

But before Dean could reply his phone went off and he answers it, "Hello?" It's Jerry on the other line and he says "Dean, it's Jerry." Dean replies with "Oh, Hey Jerry." Jerry says "My Pilot friend, Chuck Lambert is dead." It took Dean a moment to realise what he said, "Wait Jerry...what happened?" Jerry repeats, "He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago, plane went down." Dean concerned asks Jerry "Where'd this happen?" Whilst Dean was talking to Jerry, both Sarah and Sam was sitting on the other bed with concerned looks on their faces, whilst Dean was pacing back and forth in front of them and Jerry says "About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth."

When Dean was finished with his phone call he hung up, Sarah gets up from the bed and says "Let me guess another Plane accident?" Dean looks over to the both of them and says "Yeah let's go." Of course both of Sarah and Sam was unsure of where they would be going so Sam asks "Where we going?" Dean looks over to them and simply says "Nazareth." When they arrive at Nazareth, there is black smoke which is visible in the distance, In Jerry's office he's looking through a microscope and once he was done Sarah asks him "Let me guess sulfur?" He simply looks over to her and shakes her head, to which Dean says "Well, that is just great. Alright that's what two plane crashes that have involved Chuck Lambert, so it sounds like this demon is after him?"

Sam says "With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case wouldn't that be good news?" Both Dean and Sarah look over at Sam, "What's the bad news?" Sarah says "Well Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes in flight, but you guys won't believe this but so did the 2485 Britannia." Of course that confuses Jerry and he looks at the three of them and he asks "Forty minutes, wait what does that mean?" Dean says "It's biblical numerology, You know Noah's ark it rained for forty days, the number means death."

Sam stands beside Sarah and says "I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade all crashing at exactly forty minutes in." She looks up and asks "I'm guessing no survivors?" Sam looks down to her and says "No, not until right now, at least not until 2485, for some reason you guys remember what it said on the EVP?" Dean looks over at Sam and says "No Survivors." Sarah says "So wait it's going after the survivors, so it wants to finish the job."

By the time they got back onto the road it was nighttime, Sam was on the phone and says "Really? Well thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly don't forget to think of your friends at Britannia Airlines, thanks." He hung up the phone and says "Alright that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway, they're not flying anytime soon." Dean who is of course in the driver's seat asks "So our wild card is Amanda Walker." Sarah says "Right, her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm, it's her first night back at the job."

Unfortunately Amanda didn't believe a word says from Dean so it was going to have to be Plan B, which turns out Dean wasn't exactly thrilled about, but he knew that he couldn't just walk away without finishing the job, or just letting Sarah and Sam do it without him, so it took a deep breath and the three of them got onto the plane that Amanda was on, when the plane took off, Dean wasn't exactly relaxed so seeing as Sarah was sitting beside him and Sam was sitting beside her, she took his hand which he appreciated and he smiled a little, which caused her to smile back at him, then he started humming metallica of course getting weird look off of Sam who asks "Dude, you humming Metallica?" He looks over at Sam whilst still holding Sarah's hand, "It calms me down."

Sarah points out the obvious and says "We've got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever is being possessed, and on top of that do a full exorcism." Well it was just their luck but it turns out Amanda isn't possessed which rules her out, but of course it was annoying but they luck was about to change when EMF meter spikes, which causes Dean to look up with a stunned expression on his face and Sarah asks "Hey what's the matter?" He simply says the word "Christo." That causes the co-pilot to slowly turn his head around and instead of his normal eye colour, it was pure black which confirmed Dean's worse fears, the co-pilot is the one that is possessed.

The three of them got up from their seats, of course Dean had let go of Sarah's hand which for some reason she was a little upset about, but she had to focus on the task at hand, so she pushed it to the back of her mind and the three of them headed to Amanda who was in the back, she looks at them asking "I hope the flight isn't too bumpy for you." Dean looks over at Amanda and says "Yeah, about that actually we need to talk." Understandable Amanda looks at Dean with a confused expression on her face, she asks "um, Okay what can I do for you?" Whilst they explain everything to her Sarah closes the curtain so that they've privacy, after a few minutes she was convinced and says "Okay, the co-pilot we need you to bring him back here." Amanda asks "why? What does he have to do with it?"

Sarah looks over to Amanda and says "Unfortunately we don't have enough time, to explain it you've got to just trust us on this one." At first Amanda is hesitant at first and then she asks "How am I supposed to get the co-pilot back here?" Sarah looks to Amanda and says "Tell him anything to convince him to come back here, just please give it a try." She eventually agrees and goes to get the co-pilot after coming up with an excuse, whilst she was busy doing that the three of them got ready.

It took sometime but they managed to get the demon out of the co-pilot but it went through the vents into the whole plane which didn't exactly help with Dean's phobia of flying, thankfully it wasn't for long as Sam managed to get back John's Journal and finish the exorcism, once the plane landed safely, everyone got off and headed inside the airport where there was Paramedics, FBI and FAA waiting, the co-pilot was in a wheelchair with a blanket over and a oxygen mask, being question by a FAA Agent, whilst Amanda is being question by FBI agent who asks "Anything else?" Amanda looks to the Agent and says "No that's all."

She sees the three of them and mouths "Thank You." Which they all nodded their heads, Sarah says "Come on we should get going." Whilst both Sarah and Dean starts walking they look over but noticed that Sam isn't walking, they both look over at Sam confused until Sarah says "Hey Sam, you okay?" Sam looks over at the both of them and says "He knew about Jess's death and how she died." Dean looks over to his brother and says "Sam, these things they read minds, They all lie? That's all it was." But of course Sam wasn't convinced but he didn't want to cause an argument, Sarah was concerned for Sam, the three of them got into the car and left the airport car park.

[sardonic-the-writer]

If requests are open I have some questions about what you think of the egos' sleeping habits. Which of the egos steals the blankets at night? Which of them toss and turn and which of them sleep like a fucking log? Which of them will grab you in a vice grip and never let go??? I need to Know™

Fuck I love this

━MARKIPLIER ☆

You always wake up to find him with an arm around your waist, cradling you softly. He also drools a little, which is a funny sight to wake up to.

Also refuses to kiss you in the morning untill he's brushed his teeth. We all know that breath is nasty

━DARKIPLIER ☆

Nine times out of ten you fall asleep before him, leaving Dark alone to watch you sleep with a soft smile.

When you wake however? His side of the bed is made, light streaming through the windows, and pillows all fluffed. You don't know how he does it to be honest. With his sleeping schedule he shouldn't be waking up till three in the afternoon

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

This bitch. He steals all the fucking covers. As in, wraps them all around himself like a burrito and refuses to let them leave his clutches no matter how hard you pull.

ALSO, HE SNORES AN UNGODLY AMOUNT. As someone who lives in a household full of people that snore, this is pain.

One out of ten would not sleep with. But dont worry, he normally falls asleep on the couch or some random countertop. Don't ask why

━WILFORD ☆

Clingy koala ass. Wraps his legs around your torso and cradles you like a baby. You'll always awake to see him either one, giggling down at you and teasing you for sleeping in so late, or softly sighing and nuzzling his face into your neck (tickling you with his mustache in the prosess)

Always smells like fresh flowers in the morning. A bit strange since other than that he smells like candy and sweets, but you welcome it!

━YANCY ☆

You have different cells. You can't sleep together :((

━ENGINEER ☆

He has trouble sleeping a lot. Is a huge simp for his captain however, so he'll try to lay down at night just for you. But expect a lot of tossing a turning. Man's is teetering right on the line of insomnia.

━ACTOR ☆

I'm gonna be honest he probably bought a huge ass bed so that way he can, and I quote, "sleep as far away from you as possible."

Yet every morning you always wake up with Actor practically laying right on top of you sound asleep.

You always make sure to move him away from you before he wakes up, just to keep him happy and unassuming :)

━ILLINOIS ☆

Since you guys are traveling almost always together, tents are your regular sleeping arrangements. And falling asleep while holding each other for comfort is the normal as well, no matter how big or small the tent might be <3

[aziraphales-library]

Heyo you got any fics that explore the historical Aziraphale and Crowley? I'm a historian and huge nerd but it doesn't have to be 100% accurate to be fun!

Hello!

We've answered a few historical asks before: through the ages, regency & victorian aus, victorian aus, historical aus, but here are a few more:

Vinegar, Honey, & Hemlock by noodlefrog [E] (mind the tags!)

Something about this wretched, wonderful place they were in made it easier to tell secrets. It was just the two of them here, like they were in a lifeboat far out to sea. Trapped and scared, going mad from the doldrums, and yet free to say anything they damn well pleased. Who could hear them? Only Aziraphale, and Crowley found that he wanted this lonely, beautiful, impossible man to know that they were alike. That, even as different as they were, they came from the same original stock.

philtatos by hanap [E] (mind the tags!)

Crowley presses his lips to the head of long golden curls lying against his shoulder. He knows that his hour is fast approaching. He’s grateful for this night they’ve spent together, for these last few moments of contentment, their bodies tangled together in the peace of the bed they’ve shared all their lives.

Let this show you how I love you, he thinks, that I would lay down my own life at the feet of the gods.

The World To Me by TawnyOwl95 [E]

There are many stories that are told about an angel and a demon who fall in love.

This is one of them.

By Flash and Thunder by Polaris [E]

The door gave way with a crack, and several large, armed men stepped into the room. They stared at Aziraphale for a long moment. A few glanced at each other, and one muttered something. The closest one drew his sword.

And then a familiar voice said, “Aziraphale?”

Aziraphale is a monk at Lindisfarne. Crowley is a Viking.

The Fall of Camelot by Libbyfay [T]

The first Arrangement, proposed in 537 A.D (“It would be easier if we both stayed home…”), was fundamentally different from the Arrangement that would be formally adopted close to three hundred years later.

The Black Knight goes too fast!

OR

How Crowley unwittingly caused the Fall of Camelot. I mean… totally purposefully, with great cleverness and evil intent. He did cause the Fall of Man, after all, so bringing down a kingdom was nothing.

Between Sand and Stars by Dashicra1 [M]

Aziraphale has been wounded while defending innocent civilians and summarily sentenced to death via wandering in the desert for his actions, but when he stumbles upon Crowley’s house by chance, his luck changes rapidly.

Crowley is a strange and skittish man who lives alone, tucked in amongst a collection of medicinal herbs, broken pottery, and torn blankets.

When the reason for Crowley’s caution and odd behaviour is revealed, Aziraphale can think of nothing he’d rather do than try to help him free himself from his tragedy, and the two embark upon a tender romance which will change both of their lives for the better.

Solve et Coagula by AppleSeeds [E]

Aziraphale awakes in a cabin in the woods, injured and with no memory of what has happened, where he is tended by the cabin's mysterious occupant, Crowley. Aziraphale is drawn to Crowley's tenderness, compassion and unique intellect, and the two of them begin to form a friendship, but it doesn't take long for Aziraphale to realise that there is much more going on than first meets the eye.

Finding themselves in mortal danger at the heart of a mysterious plot, Aziraphale's forbidden alchemical work in the hands of an unknown enemy, Crowley and Aziraphale must work together to uncover the truth and expose those responsible. As they get closer to discovering the answers, they also grow closer to each other, embarking on a physical and spiritual union that will change their lives forever.

Serpents and Pyramids by boredom [E] (mind the tags!)

Ever since he was young, Ezra Fell dreamed of adventure. He dreamed of far off destinations and dashing heroes. He dreamed of danger and excitement. He dreamed of exploration and romance. Now, as an adult, his life is much less exotic locales and much more boring political dinner parties with his fiancé, Gabriel Messenger. But a chance meeting with a literary agent might be his last chance at the adventure he sought as a child.

Gabriel would surely support him.

Right?

And he could never fall for the brash and abrasive Mr. Anthony J. Crowley.

Right?

It was just one silly little trip to find a silly little amulet in Egypt.

Right?

Incorporation by Ack_Emma [E]

Best friends from rival wool merchant families, Antoinetta Crowley and Aziraphale Fell are shocked when their parents arrange a surprise marriage between them.

But this new arrangement is a chance to be on their own side and to be left alone for a bit. Their lifelong friendship is solid, what could go wrong?

As it turns out, plenty.

Times are changing, and married life is harder than it looks when you're a pair of young, ineffable dorks.

sine qua non by drawlight (snagov) [E]

There is a ball tonight at the Winter Palace. Crowley has laid out his lord's clothes.

~Mod N

[ray-ray-writings]

drabble idea: after Wilbur is killed by Phil, Fundy finds a smol arctic fox hybrid reader and cuz they're both foxes and the hybrid child looks abandoned, he adopts them. Then Ghostbur shows up and Fundy doesn't want him to have anything to do with his child. maybe some other relationships for fluff??? i'm just craving this rn -💍

So imagines won right? I sit down and go to write the imagine, and I just end up staring at a blank screen for what felt like forever. I know I said I would give you the option but I honestly couldn’t put anything in my brain for it. And because I spent so long staring at it, I lost a lot of time and so this is the only post for tonight…. I feel so bad. I’m sorry guys, I should have more stuff tomorrow. <3

TW: Parental abandonment.

This idea is so cute though. 

So we all know that Wilbur wasn’t the best father. He really messed Fundy up and gave him some of those good good daddy issues to where he has a hard time trusting people. But I think that he would be out on a walk, clearing his mind, trying to think of anything but his father. He’d be in a snowy biome when he hears footsteps. At first he thinks it’s a mob of some kind, so he draws his weapon and creeps toward the sound. He catches sight of something white and at first he thinks it’s a skeleton, but then the thing moves again and he can very clearly see it’s an ear, a white fluffy ear… That’s odd. “Hello?” he finally decides to call out. There is a small squeak and a lot of rustling. When he wasn’t attacked, he figured it safe to move forward. He carefully approached and as he pushed some of the bushes out of the way to reveal a small child. In one quick glance he could tell this was no ordinary child. It was an arctic fox hybrid, the fluffy white ears and tail a dead give away. In his glance, he could also tell this child was in rough shape. Their clothes were tattered and torn allowing him to see just how skinny they were. His heart ached for the poor child, “Hello little one,” he greets softly, “What are you doing out here?” 

You’d been on your own for a really really long time now. Your parents had brought you out here, told you to stay put, and left. You listened and so you waited for them to come back. But as the days went on, you began to understand what had happened. But nevertheless, you sat there and waited. Munching on the berries of the bushes, but it never quite fills your stomach. One day as you’re moving from bush to bush, a voice calls out. It startles you and you can’t help but let out a squeak as you fall to the ground in surprise. The bushes shuffle a bit and from over the top you find an orange headed man peering at you curiously. His eyes scan you quickly before he speaks, “Hello little one,” his voice soft and comforting as he speaks, “What are you doing out here?” You give him a little shrug and allow yourself to look him up and down. You’re heart thuds a little faster as you notice that he is also a fox hybrid with orange and black ears, an orange and white tail, and sharp canines poking out from his lips. “Where are you parents?” he tries again. Again, you give a little shrug and figuring you can trust this man, you speak, “Gone… Let me here.” His heart breaks at your sad and defeated tone. “They left you here? All by yourself? When did they leave?” Another shrug, “Two… three….. Weeks.” you mumble, looking down to the berry bushes, your fingers grazing them carefully. Fundy’s heart burns in anger as he thinks about how horrible your parents were for leaving their obviously amazing child to die in the woods. He’s about to speak when your stomach grumbles loudly causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Hungry?” Fundy asks, then mentally smacks himself. Of course you’re hungry your stomach just rumbled. But you nod sheepishly, still plucking at the leaves. “How would you like to come home with me. I can fix you up some fish. I have lots of fish at my house. You could eat as much as you’d like and you could stay as long as you want.” Not even caring if this guy was lying to you, you accept his offer, simply desperate to get out of the woods. Your head slowly rises from the bushes as you stare at Fundy who is smiling at you ever so softly with an outstretched hand. Carefully you raise your own arm and gently rest your hand in his, shivering at the warmth that spreads throughout your palm. “Let’s get going then kiddo.” 

Fundy leads you out of the forest and towards his house. As you two walk, you two talk… Well he does a lot of the talking and you give small answers here and there. You tell him your name and he tells you his. He talks about where you’re going and how it’s extremely safe there and how he thinks you’ll like it. He leads you inside his house, sits you at the table, before making up some fish for you and him. He places the plate down in front of you and before he can sit to eat his own meal, yours is finished. To say he’s shocked is an understatement, but he quickly remembers you were out in the forest all alone for two to three weeks, maybe longer with nothing but berries. You’re looking at him super embarrassed, like you want to ask for more but are too scared too. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, walking back over to you, setting his own plate down in front of you, picking up the empty one, “You don’t have to feel bad. Like I said, I have plenty of fish, eat as much as you like.” And so you do. You eat until you’re so full you can barely move. Your eyes are sleepily closing and then jerking back open as you try to force yourself to stay awake. Fundy notices this and laughs quietly to himself. Your eyes close for a little while, giving Fundy enough time to put his plan into action. He quickly stands up, moves to you, picks you up, and carries you to his bed. He carefully lays you down, tucks you in, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well darling,” he mumbles, not thinking much of it. “Thanks dad” you mumble back, clearly out of it. But the simple word stops Fundy’s heart before a huge smile grows on his face. He decides that he wants you to be his child, if you want. He can feel a connection and a strong desire to care and love for you and he wants to be that strong father figure that he himself did not have. The next morning when you wake up, you don’t remember what you said obviously. You also plan to leave and go back to the forest. You would thank Fundy for feeding you but you already feel you've overstayed your welcome. You make your way down to the kitchen, ready to tell the man who saved you, who you don’t want to leave, goodbye. Fundy is standing over the stove and at the sound of your footsteps his head turns and he grins brightly at you, “Hey kiddo! Have a seat! Eggs are almost done! I hope you like them scrambled!” Not wanting him to feel bad, you do as you’re told and decide to tell him after breakfast. True to his word, the eggs don’t take that much longer and soon he’s served you some eggs. You two eat together, talking a bit about how you both slept and stuff. And after you’re done, you’re just about to tell him but then he begins to tell you about his plans for the day and asks if you want to tag along and you do. You really do. It is then you decide that you’ll stay until Fundy asks you to leave, and if that means you’re staying forever… So be it. 

Okay on to some more general headcanons and less plot type stuff haha

You two help each other in grooming your ears and tails all the time. I feel like they can be hard to get perfectly clean by yourself so you two do it together as a bonding activity. You would do Fundy’s first because it takes less time. Fundy does a lot of it and you just get the hard to reach spots and stuff, and makes sure there is no spot left unclean. However, when it’s your turn, Fundy takes complete control. He will make you just sit there and let him groom and take care of you. He is so careful as he does it. He cleans your ears and your tail carefully, making sure no dirt is left. And then he takes the time to carefully brush out the hair and make it very soft and very fluffy. It feels so nice. I would imagine you didn’t have the nicest parents, they literally left you in a forest to die, so you never got this special treatment or attention for your ears or tail. So the first time you two did this, you would be so confused. You didn’t understand what was happening or why you were being treated so kindly, which broke Fundy’s heart. I feel that’s also partly why he doesn’t let you help because he wants to make sure that you know that you will be loved and cared for as long as he’s in your life. 

So that being said, you two are so affectionate with each other. Like you curl up together and cuddle on the couch all the time. It has a lot to do with the fox side of both of you. It feels really nice to be pressed against family of your own ‘breed’ so to speak. A lot of the time it’s a lot of you sitting on his lap or laying on top him while he holds you tightly. Again, he wants to make sure that you feel loved and wanted. 

I feel like it wouldn’t take you long to call him dad. Like you accidentally did the first night, but you weren’t really awake for it. But I do feel like it would be a slip of the tongue on your part again. Just he does something for you and you give a quick “thanks dad” before you dead stop and stare at him. His eyes are also wide and filling with tears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It just that you have taken care of me from the moment I got here and I--” Fundy would cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s okay Y/N. It really is. It would be an honor if you called me your father” he tells you. Your heart soars in your chest as you hug him back. “Okay… Thank you dad.” You two go to sleep that night with the biggest smiles on your faces that you’ve ever had.

…….. Speaking of dads….. Ghostbur comes back. One day there is a knock on the door. You’re both confused because no one should be coming over to your knowledge. But Fundy gets up and he opens the door and his confusion turns into anger. “What are you doing here?” He spits out. You slowly make your way to the front room, hiding behind a wall but peeking your head around the corner to see what was happening. There in front of your father stood an extremely pale man in a yellow sweater and a red beanie. “Hello Fundy!” the man greets, oblivious to Fundy’s harsh tone, “I came to visit you! I wanted to see my son!” A gasp catches in your throat, this was your dad’s dad. He hadn’t told you much about him, he just told you that he used to be close with his father but as he grew more obsessed with politics, that bond broke bit by bit until it was completely severed by his death. “Well that sucks because I don’t want to see you. Go away now” Fundy snaps back, waving him off. Ghostbur catches his harsh tone now and a frown settles on his face, “Fundy please. I want to talk. I want to mend what was broken. You’re my son and-” “And nothing. You should have thought about that before you went and blew up our nation and then got stabbed by grandpa… So goodbye now.” Fundy moves out of the doorway and goes to close the door. When he moved out of the doorway though, he accidentally gives Ghostbur a direct line of sight of you peeking around the corner. He lets out a gasp and points, “Fundy who’s that.” Fundy looks over his shoulder and pales a little but because oh fuck. This is the last thing he wanted to happen. He clears his throat and looks back to the ghost of his father. “That’s Y/N… My kid” “I have a grandchild?” “No you don’t because you are no father of mine. Now if you’ll excuse me” and before Ghostbur can respond, Fundy has slammed the door closed. You’re a little worried as to what he’s going to say to you so you speak first after you walk all the way in, “I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no, no baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” The rest of the day, Fundy is a little off. He tries to act normal but you can tell something is off. You don’t call him out on it though, you just let him do him. 

But yeah. Fundy does everything in his power to keep you away from Ghostbur. He does not care a single bit if Ghostbur isn’t Wilbur, they were both still his father that practically abandoned him and so therefore he will not be around his child. His child will only be surrounded by those who love them unconditionally and will always love them. If you and him are out and public and Ghostbur appears, Fundy will take you back home. He doesn’t care if what he is doing is super important, he will leave and take you home. He also will not let Ghostbur in his home. Ghostbur does show up occasionally, hoping to catch another glance of you, but Fundy barely opens the door to the point where Ghostbur can hardly see him. Fundy will let Phil, Techno, and Tommy see you occasionally which hurts Ghostbur a lot, but there is nothing he can do about it. Fundy does not want his ghost father to be anywhere near his child. 

But Fundy would be an amazing father. He knows what it’s like to be/feel abandoned by a parent and to feel ignored in a world full of family. So he makes sure you never feel like that. He loves you so much and makes sure you know that. Fundy would do anything for you, give anything for you. He loves you so much. His precious baby child. 

Okay that ending sucked lololol. Again, I’m very sorry that this is the only post tonight. I got a much later start than I planned and it fucked everything. I’ll see you guys with more content tomorrow though (hopefully).

[moustacheshe]

Yandere! Aoi Todo x Reader

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Warnings: drugging, kidnapping

"Todo look... I know you are concerned about me but you really have to go now. Don't you need to go to school or something?" You are trying to get your best friend out of your apartment. He was invading your home for the last two days. "Come on y/n just one night. I promise I'll leave tomorrow." You sight as you sit at the table with him. "You promised me the exact same thing yesterday...and the day before." He's acting weird lately. Always warning you about the outside world or the world in general. How you could get hurt by going out or staying alone. "I know but I need to-" You let out a loud groan. "Yeah, yeah you need to protect me. I really appreciate your concern but I'm fine on my own. I always was. I always am. And I always will be. What happened to you? Why are you acting like this? Is it because of this Yuji guy?" Now your annoyance slowly turns into concern. "What? No! Yuji's nothing to do with this. It's more like the things I see everyday and..." He shakes his head. You don't need to know about curses and what they are. You already have enough to worry about.

"I actually wanted to ask you if you want to move into my apartment." He quickly changes the subject and smiles at you. You look at him confused. He's lying to you and you know it. "Todo..." You lean across the table and take his hand. "...if there is something wrong you can tell me. We always talk about our problems. Please just...tell me." He sights and stands up from the table. Todo crosses his arms as he seems to think about something. He sights and walks beside you. You turn around to face him as he kneels down to your level. He takes your hands in his huge ones. "Y/n I know we're just friends but... I was hoping that maybe we could be more." You look at him lost for words. "Besides if we are together you can move into my place and we can do all sorts of things together. I'll do everything for you: cooking,-"

"Todo..."

"shopping,-"

"Todo!"

"cleaning-"

"TODO!" You scream at him to stop his speach. He looks a little bit shocked and he clenches your hands. "I... I don't know what to say about that." You look down at your hands resting in his. Everything to avoid eye contact. "I always saw you as my best friend... I never wanted this to happen. I always thought you like tall women with a big ass." Your lips move into a little smile as you remember the time he told you about his taste in women. "No... I mean yes but that was just to...you know... Say something when somebody is asking for your type. It doesn't matter now! I want you to be with me." He takes your face in his hands and forces you to look at him. You can see his eyes are glassy. He's about to cry. "Listen Todo..." You grab his hands and put them down again. "...I really appreciate that you want to protect me but... I can and I want to live on my own. I can handle myself you know. And you are my best friend I... I don't want to lose you as a friend because of some relationship." Now tears start streaming down his cheeks. The sight of this big chunk of a man crying is really to much for you. You can barely hold back your own tears. He never cried in front of you...well except the one time he couldn't meet his Takada-chan and you had to comfort him.

He now clenches your hands even tighter. "Ah, Todo you're hurting me!" You let out a surprised yell. He never hurt you before. He snaps out of his trance and looked at you with widened eyes. "So..." His grip gets weak. "...you don't want to live with me and let me protect you." Now a few tears stream down your face too. "No I'm sorry..." You always were afraid that this would happen.

"Okay y/n I'll leave..." He wipes away his tears and stands up. "...but let me get us some water first. Crying dehydrates your body." You just sit there and give him a little nod. He finally understands it. But something still seems odd.

He comes back with two glasses of water. Todo puts both of them on the table and sits down on his chair again. You take your glass and start drinking. "You know y/n, I really didn't want it to go this way." He takes a gulp from his glass avoiding eye contact. "Yeah me neither. I really hope you understand my point. I don't want to depent on someone else." You ask yourself if it was wrong to say it like this. "You really have no idea don't you?" He sounds bitter. "What do you mean?" You say getting a little frustrated. He just won't stop. You're getting dizzy. "The curses they're everywhere. They are strong and they only bring destruction and death." You have trouble to concentrate on his words. "Wh-What are you talking about?" You don't know what he meant by curses. Your vision gets blurry and you shut your eyes tight. "I'm talking about the constant danger you're living in. That's why I've decided to take you home with me." You hold your head to stop the feeling of the world spinning around you. His words are nothing more than a faint voice far away from you. "What's wrong y/n? Are you okay?" He asks you. The concern in his voice obviously faked. "Wh-What did you do?" You hiss trying to get up. Todo stands up from his seat and walks over to you. "GET...away..." You stand up from your seat to get away but your legs give in. Todo catches you in his arms pressing your body to his chest. "You didn't listen to me. It's okay y/n I'll protect you and take care of everything you need." He strokes your head to calm you down. His embrace is tight as if you could run away any second. "N-No...I don't..." Your voice slowly fades together with your consciousness. "Everything will be fine. Just let it happen. Once you are with me, I'll be the happiest man in the world." Your heavy eyelids fall shut and you completely give in to the drug he gave you. You fall in to a heavy sleep.

As you slowly wake up you are laying on something soft. You let out a loud groan and try to move your arms. You notice that you can't move your arms because there're hold together by something. Then it hit you. 'He kidnapped me!' You quickly open your eyes and look around. The room is dark. It's night outside. You still feel weak and a little dizzy nevertheless you try to struggle against your restraints. Your wrists and ankles are tied to the bed you're laying in. "HELP! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" You scream, hoping that someone would hear you. You're confused and scared. The person you trusted the most just drugged and kidnapped you. Tears begin to stream down your cheeks. "PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP!"

Suddenly the door to the room opens and some light illuminates the darkness of the room. You can tell it's Todo entering. He presses a light switch and a lamp next to your bed turns on. The sudden light makes you squint and turn your head away. Todo closes the door and walks in your direction. He is holding a tray with a cup and a bowl. "Oh! You're awake, darling. I made you something to eat and your favorite tea." He says smiling at you like nothing ever happened. "Todo, what's gotten into you?! What is wrong with you?! Let me go, now!" You say trying to get your wrists and ankles free. "Nothing is wrong sweetheart. On the contrary I'm the happiest man in the world. But I'm glad that you ask." He sets the tray on the beside table and sits down on the bed. "Todo listen! You need to let me go! NOW! TODO PLEASE!" You begin to cry and struggle again. Todo doesn't look at you he just stares at the tray. He seems to be lost in his thoughts. "Todo listen, if you let me go now I'll pretend like nothing happened. Everything will be back to normal and I won't tell anyone. Please we can-" "HUSH!" You feel like his voice makes the earth shake underneath you. You look at him frightened for what he's capable of. He sees the fear in your eyes and his expression changes back to a worried face. "Oh I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just..." He sights and lays down beside you. You try to push yourself away from him but he pulls you back into his arms. "Remember that one time we kissed for the first time." That never happened. "Or that day we had our first date." Never happened. "Todo what are you talking about? That never happened. Please you need to let me go!" He doesn't pay you much attention he's busy drawing circles on your belly with his finger. "It's okay that you don't remember. The most important thing is that we are together. Here and now." He is completely delusional. He images scenarios that never happened. But you don't need to worry about not remembering any of it. You have him and he has you. That's all that matters.~

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

run to you | Harry Styles

Summary: harry can’t help but feel a little jealous when it seems like his best friend is interested in someone else

GENRE: angst, fluff at the end

WARNING: jealous harry, roommates, being dumped, drunk reader briefly, crying

Pairing: harry styles x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Author note: I write a ton of friends to Lovers fic

Blog appropriate for all ages

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission.

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Harry's fingers drummed on the table he was sitting at. His eyes knitted as he watched your figure across the room like you were some type of prey.

You were grinding up against a guy as the alcohol you consumed ran through your veins. You were carefree, living you life and enjoying yourself like lots of people were doing in the club that night except harry.

God he hated how that guy was touching your waist, and how you smiled as you looked at him, and how your lips were almost touching his. He hated it, harry really fucking hated it.

He wanted nothing more than tear that guy away from you, but he couldn't.

Harry adjusted himself in his seat, tearing his eyes away from you and the mystery man. His hands went down to his lap and he cleared his throat. He used every inch in his body to not look back over at you.

5 minutes later the song died down and you came back giggling. "Hi harry." Harry looked up at you, pressing his lips into a thin line.

You of course didn't notice and kept talking. "It's fun night. I just met this cute guy and he blew me away. He's going to take me on a date later this week because he likes me. It's going to be so fun." You squealed.

Harry growled under his breath before getting up. "Let's go." He took your hand. You looked up at him confused as to what the problem was. "Harry, what is it?"

Harry pulled you out of the club and to the car he drove you in. "It's late and you're really drunk. It's time to go."

You got in the car, harry did as well, and he drove you away to your apartment.

The whole ride harry grip on the steering wheel was tight. His mind was clouded with thoughts he just couldn't shake.

You on the other hand was confused. You peered over at Harry every now and then seeing his jaw tighten and his knuckles white from his grip. You didn't know what was wrong with him but you didn't bother trying to figure out either.

-

About 10 minutes later harry pulled into the driveway. He parked the car and got out. He helped you out of the car Because of your drunk state before letting you into the house.

Harry walked right passed you to his room with out a word. You felt yourself tear up at the action. You don't know if it was because you were drunk or you were genuinely upset, but you hated it.

That night you went to sleep crying and confused. Harry heard your cries loud and clear seeing that he was in the room next to you. He felt guilty for treating you like that but he was pissed.

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The next morning harry woke up at the crack of dawn. He ripped the blanket off and dragged himself out of bed.

He went straight to the kitchen to get you some water Because he knew you were going to have a killer headache when you awoke. He still cared about you of course.

He walked back up the creaking stairs, grabbed an aspirin from the bathroom before walking to your room.

You were sprawled out on the bed, mouth open as you snored. Harry chuckled to himself at the image. He sat the water and pill down on your nightstand before shaking you awake.

"y/n, time to wake up."

You opened your eyes, groaning as your head started to throb. You easily regretted getting wasted last night.

You looked up at harry; he had a faint smile on his face that didn't quite meet the eyes. Images of last night flooded in your brain of harry being unknowingly mad at you. It made your heart drop in your chest.

You sat up and reached out for the water and aspirin. With harry's help you gulped it down before you looked up at him.

"uhh what was your problem yesterday?"

Harry sighed, "nothin' I was just ready to go." Harry lied. You knew it was a lie but didn't pry.

Your phone on the bedside table ring causing you to reach over for it. You opened your messages and began to read.

Harry watched as a smile creeped up on your face. "What is it?"

"the guy from yesterday message me. He wants to take me on a date tonight." You giddy said.

Harry swallowed, jaw tightening. "Well.. that sounds fun."

"I-"

Before you could get a word out, harry walked out of the room. You sat there dumbfounded. You didn't understand what his problem was and right now you seriously had a problem with him. He was being an huge ass.

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Your makeup was done, you were dressed in a silk dress and a few expensive pieces of jewelry for your date. You exhaled as you stood in front of the mirror in the foyer. You were waiting for your date to come.

Harry walked down the stairs and saw you in that beautiful dress. God you were beautiful but it wasn't for him.

He walked straight to the kitchen without saying a word to you even though you looked right at him.

You walked into the kitchen ignoring his pissed state. "so, I'm probably going to be out till 11 so I'll see you later." You said to him.

He turned away from you grabbing a mug from the cabinet. "Have fun I guess."

You grew angry at him, "what is your problem? You've been acting like a huge jackass!"

Harry scuffed, "I'm a jackass. At least I'm not the one who's going out with a fuck boy." He placed the kettle on and placed the mug on the counter. His eyes didn't met yours at all. You decided it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine and ignore him like he's been ignoring you.

You walked out of the kitchen as you heard a knock on the door. You grabbed your bag and coat before walking to the door. Before you left you yelled out to harry.

"have a good Rest of your fucking day Harry." You walked out of the house, slamming the door slightly.

"you too y/n." Harry spat out to himself.

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Days and days went on since you and harry talked on the night on your date.

Everytime you both were in the same room you ignored each other. It was like you were both strangers in your own home.

It wasn't like you both wanted to do this but harry was being a prick and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

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It was the day of another date with the guy you met at the bar. You were really excited. You sat in the restaurant waiting for him to come.

5 minutes turned to 10 minutes, 10 turned to 20, and 20 turned to 30 and he hasn't shown up. You started to worry, aggressively texting him but there was no response.

You were getting embarrassed at all the waiting you were doing right now. After a while you just decided to leave. After telling the waiters you were leaving, you walked out of the restaurant. As soon as you reached your car your phone went off.

You opened it seeing a message.

Bar guy | I'm not coming, I found another girl. Sry

You felt your heart drop as you got in your car. You held in your tears as you drove to your apartment. The only thing you wanted more than anything was to be with Harry. Even though you hated his guts, he was always the one there when you had a breakup.

You pulled into the driveway, parking the car. Harry who was inside wasn't expecting you back so early. He frowned as he sat his guitar down.

The door open revealing you. You were crying and went straight to harry.

"hey, love what happened?" Harry asked as placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you.

"he dumped me." You cried out. Harry awed as he once again kissed your head. "It's okay, he didn't deserve you."

You pulled away sniffling. "I'm sorry. I called you a jackass and you were right. He was a fuck boy and I didn't see it and I'm so so-"

"hey, no no it's okay, it's okay." Harry stopped you. "You didn't do anything wrong. He's the one I'm mad at not you ok."

"yeah... Ok." You whipped your eyes and sat down on the couch. Harry did the same. He picked up his guitar. "So I know I'm a shit friend sometimes but what do you think about us having a little bit of fun. Just me and you. I'll sing you a song."

You chuckled, "okay."

Harry smiled, "alright, let's do this."

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You and Harry spent the whole night enjoying each other's company. After a few days of not talking it was worth it.

Later that night you and harry are laying on the floor after you both had a long dance party– yes you both were cheesy like that.

Your chest was rising and falling as you looked up at the ceiling. "that was fun."

Harry looked up at you, "of course it was, you're with me bitch, it's obviously going to be fun." Harry said

You laughed. You turned to harry and smiled. "Thanks for today." Harry smiled at you, "you're welcome."

He leaned over and placed a kiss on your nose, something that was normal and he has been doing for years. But this felt different to you.

His lips lingered making your skin tingle. When Harry pulled away he was inches away from your face. You couldn't help but close the gap between the both of you.

Your lips moved with his slowly with meaning. You moaned softly into his lips as harry pushed your back on the ground and hovered over you.

Eventually he pulled away and looked down at you. "Wow." Was all you could get out as he stared down at you. Harry chuckled, "yeah, wow." He placed another soft kiss on your lips before getting up leaving you shocked on the ground.

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@captainamerica-is-bae

[yandere-wishes]

Sacrificial Bride Part 1//Twisted Wonderland X Reader//

Alright well, that's enough writing for the next few days if you excuse me I'm going to go sulk in my corner. Huge thanks to @softyswork​ who’s story about reader being sent to Malleus as a bride inspired this series. Also, I REALLY want to make some sort of modern-day Frankenstein it would be an amazing scientific breakthrough! You'll understand what I mean when you get to Idia's part lol.

💚🐉Malleus Draconia🐉💚

It was a common rumor around your village that ever since the death of the sleeping princess your settlement had never been the same. For you, this was nothing more than a fairy tale meant to spark a scrap of hope in the hearts of naive, suffering children who were still too young to fully understand why their fathers never returned from their hunting trips or why there was barely anything to eat for dinner.

Every time you heard this dreaded tail, you couldn't help but scuff. For as long as you've been alive your town had been in utter disarray and chaos. Monsters from the woods -what the town's folk called "fae"- attacked the village daily. Stealing jewels, destroying homes, sometimes even swallowing children or sucking the blood of the dormant. There was also the looming threat of the green flames. Blazing emerald fires who couldn't be subdued by neither water nor dirt. They advanced further into the territory of the village by each full cycle of the moon. Leaving behind in their trail, thick impenetrable thorn bushes that had taken the homes of many and the lives of many more.

Awful, dreaded creatures those fae where...

But alas you did not yet know just how cruel they could be.

On another periodic morning, your younger sister jolted you awake, dragging you to the town center before you got a chance to change out of your nightgown.

In the center of the square was short man..no...not a man you noticed his pointed drawn back ears. "Fae" you gasped under your breath. But unlike the monstrous fairies that ravished your town taking on the appearances of trees and woodland creatures, this one resembled a boy of 15. The young-looking male began to speak, his voice was clear like crystals, and to his tone bats began to flock overhead. "Truly dreadful, these fairy folk are" your sister uttered in terror as she buried her face in your side.

"Heed my words, mortals. The young prince of thorns has decided to take a wife. By the setting of the sun a full day from today, two of his guards will come to collect your offering. If you chose to disregard this Wa-- friendly advice, then what is left of your town will be decimated before the end of summer. Your children eaten, wives imprisoned and husbands killed!" An unsteady hush rippled through the crowd. Some hothead youths began to throw rocks at the stranger only for the bats hovering above to shield him from the stones. Mothers hugged their children close begging for the man to "just leave".

"If" the man's voice rose once more like a cadaver emerging from the grave " my young master is pleased with your sacrifice than we shall reward you! Bring good health and prosperity to your otherwise sick and decaying village." His last words melted into the open air before he vanished in a cloud of squealing bats and ebony smoke.

The town's folk erupted in screeches, cursing at their deities while simultaneously praying to any god that would listen.

"Help us!"

"save us!"

"Don't let them take our daughters!"

The screams escalated to the point where you had to cover your ears with your shaking hands. Your eyes scanning each of the villager's faces, a pathetic lot they were, you thought to yourself. Scared by the words of a young magician. In a flash, your heart sped up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you marched to the center square where the boy had been mere moments ago. You stood tall, cupping your hands over your mouth.

"Listen well you disquiet, mindless lot!"

All eyes turned to you. Some holding looks of confusion, whilst others harbored glances of hope.

"This fae is lying! No way will they be satisfied with just one measly girl! No matter who we sacrifice to their so-called master, they'll still come after us! They'll still destroy our village! Let's not be stupid! Let's find a way to barricade the city instead of arguing over who to sacrifice!"

For an endless second all was quite. It was like the world had stopped turning, frozen in its place in the universe trying to decide what to do.

Then it happened,

Chants reverberating through the air

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!"........................

WHAT!

NO!

DID THOSE MORONS NOT LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD YOU SAID!

The crowd started advancing. Eyes locked on your figure like those of a leopard on its prey.  Their mouths were all a gap, chanting the words "sacrifice" over and over again. From behind the mob, your eyes locked with your sister's. You could practically feel the despair rolling off her figure as she covered her eyes and fell to her knees, her whole body rattling with a sort of distant rage...

A full day....it's funny how time passes all so quickly no matter what you do. Day in and day out nothing changes, pain is still pain, laughter is still laughter. Time just keeps slipping from between your fingers like sand. Even in the direst of times, Time doesn't show mercy, never once does it cease. It just ticks and ticks away until the inevitable moment arrives.

Your sister and aunt -the only two relatives that you hadn't lost to the fae- were in charge of preparing you for your so-called "wedding". Since your town was poor and isolated from other civilizations there wasn't much they could do to enhance your beauty. Smashing some berries to add color to your lips -and fervently ravishing the remains- using some coal to add shade behind your eyes, as well as around them and patting the dust of rose petals against your cheek. By the end, you hardly recognized the person staring back from the mirror. Sure the adjustments were minor but this was the most stunning you'd ever looked. "Is it almost time" your voice quivered, failing to hide the tears that began to fall. "Please don't cry sweetheart, we don't have any more coal to fix your eyes with." Your aunt's tone was monotone almost bordering on heartless. You couldn't really blame her, she'd gotten so used to having her loved ones plucked from her. One more would be no different. Sniffing as to keep the tears at bay, you nodded slowly. Your glossy eyes locked with your aunt's you could see the same fear and exhaustion in her fading irises as the night her son was slaughtered in front of her.

"Just a few reminders" your sister's voice was cheery like the chirping of early morning birds, but her face mimicked that of a kicked puppies. "Remember when the prince...fae...when he..you know...Oh, Lord please tell me he won't" She was shivering again. Her face twisted in horror. You knew what she was thinking, she was imagining you laying in the bed of that...that thing. She was imagining him entering you, kissing up and down your neck. Leaving patches of red skin over smooth flesh, bruises wherever his clawed hands touched you. She was imagining what was no doubt going to happen to you tonight...

the mere thought made bile rise to your throat.

"Darling, just keep saying how much you like it. It's all any man wants to hear." again your aunt or rather her lackluster form of speech was the rope binding you to your sanity.

"Do fae even have...those parts like humans do?" Your sister asked, only to be met with a glare from your aunt. "Stop wasting time on pointless questions! Hurry up and see if this dress fits your sister."

Sure enough, as you were escorted to where the thorn bushes met the village, two men, one standing tall and proud, whilst the other looked like he may topple over from fatigue at any moment, were awaiting you.

The green-haired man let out a haughty laugh, his blazing eyes scanning you from head to toe. "She's hardly worthy of the young master!" His dreadful voice was like the booming of thunder clouds. "It doesn't matter, Malleus-sama needs to be wedded off quickly so he can produce an heir. None of us are getting any younger by standing here debating the "worthiness" of yet another measly human" the silver-haired male's voice was the exact opposite of his comrades, his voice was soft and breathy like light drizzle after a storm.

The green-haired man looked ready to argue once more, but before he could open his mouth, his violet-eyed counterpart waved something thin in the air casing a pathway to open between the hedges.

It was dark between the brambles. The air was thick, stuffy, every breath was a struggle. Although it seemed neither of your traveling buddies minded the discomfort. Did fae even need air to survive?

After what could have been no less than a couple of hours, your small group made it to a large clearing where only a few rays of the sun leaked through the thick smoky clouds. Miss matched flowers in shades of grey littered the rocky barren ground. Maybe at some point, this place had been beautiful, stunning even...but whenever that time had been it was long gone now.

As you ventured farther into this monochrome land of loss and sorrow, the three of you approached a castle. It towered over everything else, grim in all its glory. "Young master Malleus is awaiting you inside..." The green-haired male's voice trailed off as his speech was interrupted by the deafening creaking of the doors parting open. Without another word the two men dragged you inside, pushing you through spiral staircases and long bleak passageways. Until you arrived at a lavish-looking room, a large throne sitting smugly in the front of the room. It's black, spiked appearance was enough to make you gasp in horror, you didn't desire to meet the monster that perched atop that throne. "Don't be so afraid." the silver-haired man whispers, his head is almost resting on your shoulder. "Malleus-sama is kind and fair. He is sure to love you better than any human ever could." you catch a hint of nostalgic sadness in the last part, like a long lost part of the lavender eyed boy's past caught in his throat like a glass shard.

Trumpets roared through the room blaring as two men, one short and fickle whilst the other tall and brooding walked in. "Malleus~" The short one sang as they both stopped in front of you "Say hello to your lovely new wife." the tall man's emerald eyes landed on you. His lips parted in a threatening smile...or maybe it was a smirk? He didn't seem to be too good at displaying emotions. Slowly he descended onto one knee, slipping your hand into his and kissing the top lightly.

"Hello, my darling little wife."

🧡🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁🧡

The After Glow Savanna was an absolute hell to be born in if your family did not belong to some royal inner court class. The endless days spent scavenging for scraps of food, walking miles for a simple glass of water, had become a sort of broken, habit beaten into the residents of the smaller less fortunate districts.

Eventually, you too would follow in your parent's footsteps, working odd jobs around the neighborhood, getting married to some guy, having kids, and giving them the same dreary life your parents had given you. It was simple -miserable- but simple never the less. In an odd way, you found a sort of comfort in how everything was set in stone. How you'd suffer through a few years then die of starvation or some disease in your husband's arms.

But little did you know that the only comfort you had in your horrible life was also going to be swiped from you.

When Ruggie, a dear childhood friend of yours returned from his prestigious school for the winter holidays you were overjoyed! A week with your best friend was the greatest gift you could ask for! But that excitement soon dulled when he announced to the neighborhood what the royal family had planned for the underdeveloped parts of the country.

"They want to demolish the homes and build parks and shopping strips instead"

The people of your tiny community gasped, shock and hopelessness mixing over their dirty, worn out faces. Some older siblings shielded the ears of their younger kin, some mothers hugged their children closer to their chests. "They can't do that to us!" Your voice was like a beacon through the thick fog of confusion. "We can't let them!" You turned to Ruggie who was seated next to you. His blue-grey eyes held a foreign sadness that you had never seen before. He was hiding something...something so grim that he was forced to shove it into the depths of his soul, locking it up and throwing away the key.

"There is a way..."

For such a hopeful phrase, Ruggie's tone harbored no happiness. You could practically see the tears that were clouding his beautiful eyes. "Tell us" someone from the crowd demanded, others soon joined in with their own chants. For a long moment, Ruggie said nothing, the shouts of despair falling on deaf ears.

"If.." his voice trailed off, as his gaze grew distant.

"If someone from the neighborhood were to marry the second prince..." Gasps of fear filled the air. Even the mere mention of the second prince's name was enough to send chills down people's spins.

"Then they could, as the newly appointed  princess, convince the royal family and counsel to scrap this monstrous plan." No one uttered another word. No one was brave enough to face the man who could destroy anything with a simple touch.

But the sake of these people, people who had nothing but their families and a muddy roof over their head was on the line.

Do something, a tiny voice in your head screamed, save them, it begged. You shifted your head so to get a glimpse of Ruggie's face. "I-" you began but were cut off before you could even finish.

"I know you would say that."

His voice broke over every syllable. He knew you would give up your depressing nostalgia for the sake of others. Life in the castle would be hell, being married to that monster would be something worst than the dwellings of the devil.

It was a speedy arrangement, so fast that your head didn't have time to process anything. In the end, it almost seemed like the royal family was desperate to find a spouse for their youngest son.

Just marry him! Was what all the absentee looks told you.

Early that morning, Ruggie had dragged you to the castle, all tears, and grumbles. The palace guards let him in with no restrain, it almost felt like he'd been here before. Your childhood friend led you to a room in the further corner of a grand hall. He told you to stay outside as he went in to chat with the prince. Moments later the newly appointed king and queen came to usher you into a privet room and discuss the marriage. Not an hour later your fate had been sealed, you'd be married off to prince Leona tomorrow at sunrise. For "historical purposes" your neighborhood would be preserved and even taken care of. 'Historical purposes' you thought 'more the like a bribe to get you to marry this beast.

that night you were dragged this way and that by the queen herself. Taken for fitting after fitting. Trying on hundreds of wedding dresses who's prices could feed every mouth in your neighborhood for months! "Leona isn't very classy" the queen sighed in disappear. "He would probably prefer you to be in something laxer, shorter if you will" the tailors ran around trying to find something that would fit her vague description, as you stood facing her royal highness.

"What's he like?" you asked soullessly

"Spoiled, although not as heartless as the rumors make him out to be"  She didn't seem to like giving straight answers

"will he harm me? It was an honest question, although the lack of thinking it took before the queen replied made your heart skipped a beat.

"Quite possibly, he is rather...aggressive at times. Just don't let his degrading comments get to you. He's not used to being around people"

The more she described the second-born prince the more it seemed she was actually speaking of some feral dog that had raised in isolation.

Oh, how doomed you were.

The wedding was even faster than the preparation. Ruggie walked you down an aisle of flowers, walking over the petals, killing them once and for all, ending their pointless existence. You stood by your self at the altar awaiting your husband to be. It took a rather long time before the doors were flung open and the king waltzed in carrying his struggling brother under his arm. "No need to worry, Leona was taking one of his catnaps again and forgot about today's events" the king announced, in what could only be described as a mock lively tone.

How on earth does someone forget their wedding! This prince really wasn't a typical human...heck you where beginning to think that the feral dog would have made a better groom.

snap, snap

A few magazine pictures here, a couple of family photos there...

Everything was so bright and loud...

right before you and the second prince were thrown into the darkness of his room. In the obscurity, you could ONLY make out the glowing of his emerald eyes.

You could feel him shifting closer, all the while you took shaking steps backwards. " I thought wives were supposed to leap into the arms of their husbands? Tell me little herbivore do I frighten you?"

Your voice refused to leave your throat, too afraid to come into contact with the prince.

"What's the matter? Did they not teach you to speak in on the streets you grew up on. Poor thing~"

Leona pounced across the room, tackling you to the ground. His sheer weight pinning you to the carpeted floor. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the silence.

How careless these royal were was the only intelligible thought that came to your frenzied brain.

Goosebumps littered your skin as Leona's claws cut into your flesh. His lips kissed over each wound as he made his way up to your cherry painted lips.

"You look so cute, you know, like a little mouse about to get devoured by a starving lion."

💙💀Idia Shroud💀💙

The rhythm of his heartbeat was slowing down, it felt like the patter of ants atop one's flesh. He was dying...this was an irreversible fact. The love of your life was dying and there was nothing you could do but sit idly by and watch the life fade from his pale bruised face. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in robotic-like strokes. Hours had passed, you'd shed all the tears that you had. He was gone...that was all there was to it.

For a hopeless second, you flicked your eyes to the open window on the opposite side of the room, There was never any sun on the island of lamination but regardless today seemed brighter than any other day. "How cruel" you muttered in a deadpan voice. Outside something...or better yet...someone was running through the fields, chasing what looked like a butterfly. The young child had blazing blue hair a symbol of the Shroud family...

THE SHROUD FAMILY

Your breath hitch in your lungs, your heart began to pound furiously in your chest. They could help you though hopefully. There family where distant relatives of the god of the underworld and a few years back -to your regulation- the hair of the family had been able to semi revive his younger brother. If he was able to bring back a child from the dead than surly they would have no problem returning your lost lover to you.

Your eyes waltz over his dormant face one last time before you got up and ran for the door.

"This is all for you my love, all of this is for you"

The Shroud family mansion was located at the top of one of the many hills that plagued the island. It was a dark grisly building that resembled the castles from old tales, where monsters laid dormant. Rumors spiraled around the rural civilization, some saying that the family was cursed by the lord of the dead, whilst others claimed that the shroud family were the long lost descendants of the lord of the dead and the maiden of spring. The curse had been placed on the family by the temperamental mother of the maiden of spring, anathematizing the family to be plagued with death and disappear for the rest of eternity.

Regardless of what their misfortune was, they may very well be the last people on earth who could help you. Surely if the family had brought back their youngest than they could bring back your lover!

You knuckles tapped furiously at the old metal doors of the frightful residence. The rhythm was unkept, unsteady, it's mere sound radiated urgency.

"PLEASE HELP ME"

Your throat burned as you screamed out those three lousy words.

After what felt like forever, the doors cracked open, revealing a tall man obscured by the shadows. Any light that touched the interior of the house seemed to die acidity, making peering inside nearly impossible.

"What business do you have?" The man's voice was croaky as if his vocal cords hadn't been used in years. For a split second, you closed your eyes, trying to organize the thoughts in your head. "My...my...h-hus...lover, my lover is d-dead...o-or rather he is dying....probably fully gone by now..." despite the mess of stuttered letters and mixed-up words, the man seemed to understand your situation. With a long sigh, he pulled you into the somber house.

Fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist he pulled you around, guiding you through the darkness until you reached a large room lit only by the mysterious blue flames of the fireplace. Sitting by the warmth was a...well it was hard to tell, her face -despite it displaying every bone of her visage coupled with dark sunken eyes- resembled that of a woman no older than thirty, whilst her body resembled a decaying skeleton. What was she? Was she the lady of the residence or yet another monster this bizarre family had created.

"My, love" the man began to speak, his voice was somehow cleared like it had been given some sort of jolt. "This young lady needs Idia's help, she wants to bring back her lover from the dead."

The woman said nothing, her eyes staring ahead, burning a hole in the wall right by your head. "What will she give him in return" despite her "deteriorating" appearance her voice was like soft silk on one's skin, melodious and fair.

"Why herself!" This time the man's voice boomed across the house, echoing through the hallways and falling on you like a cave in.

"M-myself! What the hell do you mean!"

"It sounds fair" the women agreed "my darling sweet son saves your lover and instead you agree to marry him! Oh how wonderful, just like in the tales about grandfather Hades!"

She seemed too thrilled about this, her snow-white eyes gleaming with a sort of delusional passion.

"Idia! Idia honey! Come down your father has a surprise for you!"

The hollow sound of footsteps soon filled the quiet air. Followed by another soft blue glow.

Was there no normal fire in this house?

But it wasn't fire, not exactly. When your eyes fell on the heir of the Shroud family, you suddenly felt a nervous wave crash over you. There was something -even more- unsettling about him, he looked nothing like his charming little brother. For one his hair wasn't...well hair! Sure you'd expect a small batch of blazes heading upwards but this was something else entirely! It resembled a large bonfire that floated towards the ground, rouge sparks falling in every which direction, sizzling and then dying abandoned on the floor. And his eyes, Miosis like pupils floating around in a pool of lemon yellow.

But all the physical appearances aside, the most unsettling thing about him was the gloomy aura that leaked off him, suffocating anyone in his presence. Nervously you took a step back only to be yanked forward again by the taller man.

"Idia baby!" His mother ran over to him, cradling his hands in hers "This cute young lady has agreed to marry you if you can save her lover, just like in that old tale about your great grandfather! Oh, my this is all so romantic!"

It seemed like no one here understood that you were in love WITH SOMEONE ELSE! Or maybe they did and chose to disregard it. Instead, using the bits they retained as kindling to feed their raw excitement. You shifted your gaze back to Idia's face. To your utter terror, he was...smiling? Could that...look...even be called a smile? It seemed more like the way a shark would bare its teeth at a defenseless seal! Oh, gods please don't let this...thing...be your future husband!

"It should be easy enough," His golden gaze landed on you "W-when did...did he die?" it took a few moments before you register that he was talking to you or technically asking you something. "A...A  few..." your voice cracked, tears streaming down your eyes.

"So recently...okay that shouldn't be a p-problem." He turned on his heels and walked back into the seclusion of the halls "I'll grab some things and meet you by the front door"

A few things ended up being a pile of wires and bolts. Something that looked like a light blue ball of energy and so many tools whose names seemed to go over your head.

Idia was kneeling by your lover's bed, pulling apart the skin and fusing metal in its place. Your darling's chest was cracked open, his ribs poking out towards the sky as if praying for life from the lord of the sky. Every once in awhile Idia would pull out a long tool with smoke floating from the top. He'd lay it on an organ watching as the tissue fiber sizzled away under the heat. He would then tie wires and small circular batteries inside.

"His heart stopped working, I'm guessing from some sort of shock"

You just hummed in response, too caught up in how the man you loved was beginning to look like a modern-day Frankenstein rather than a human being.

The sun had long since faded when Idia finally got up from his spot. His bones cracked and screeched at the sudden change, his muscles giving out halfway leaving him to rely on the wall for support to stand. Your lover's chest had been sewn back and covered with a silver piece of metal. His neck was wrapped in the same sort of alloy. His left arm had been cut open so Idia could shove the energy ball inside than cover it, leaving a small enough gap for wires that stretched from his chest to weld into the ball.

"He just needs a boost" Idia murmured that shark-like grin overtaking his pale face once more. From the side table, he plucked up to jumper cables and clipped them on either side of his neck. Jolts and crackles filled the room and sparks flew in every direction, the once-dead body shuffled around, arms and legs moving at random. You shrieked and duck behind Idia.

Only then did he pry the clips from his neck.

Nothing

for too long nothing happened... then there was a slight wiggle in one finger, then another. His eyes slowly began to prey open, looking over his surroundings. The moment his confused gaze feel onto you. Idia turned you around to face him, clumsily smashing his blue chapped lips onto yours.

From the corner of his eyes, Idia watched as the other man began to understand what was happening...even if he was just resurrected there was still agony at the sight of his lover kissing another...

Good! That should show him who you belonged to now!

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Pairing: Finn Balor X reader

Word Count: 2152

Warnings: Smutt (implied)

Description: A/n you and your best friend Becky Lynch are sharing a hotel room together, but when her boyfriend Seth Rollins sneaks in, you are left with no choice but to sleep in his room with the guy you hate, Finn Balor.

A/N This is part of a series of one shots I am doing. You can read this and the others on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

Room Swap

"Name please," the receptionist asked as you searched through your purse for your ID.

"Y/l/n. It should be a twin room."

"Ah yes, here you are," she turned to the board behind and picked out a key card. You're in room 412."

"Thanks!" you take the key card off of her and return to Becky, who was waiting with your luggage in the lobby.

"Everything all sorted, roomie?" Becky asked, thumbing through a magazine.

"Yeah I can't wait. Ever since you got with Seth we never get to bunk together. It's gonna be like old times!"

"I just hope you're ready for a wild night of stuffing our faces with room service and bingeing bad horror movies," she winked and giggled.

"Ooft sounds like a hot date," you teased her.

"Speaking of hot..." Becky gestured to the lobby entrance where her boyfriend Seth Rollins was bringing in his luggage. He made his way over to you and beamed when he saw Becky.

"Damn, you're beautiful. Can I get your number?" he teased.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's super buff and macho and could probably kick your ass," she retorted, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. Seth wrapped his arms around her waist as you smiled at how happy you were that your friend found someone who truly loved her.

"Are you sure you wanna spend the night with y/n? I mean I love Finn but we could have a LOT of fun in a room together..." Seth cooed, kissing Beckys neck.

"Hey, Rollins! Stop making moves on my woman. You get every other night with her. Go near her, and I'll chop that dick off!" you threatened playfully.

"Fine, Jeez!" he laughed, "We really need to get you a boyfriend."

You shuddered at the words. You had been secretly seeing someone, but broke it off a couple of weeks ago and you were starting to lose hope of ever finding a decent guy.

"You know, Finn is still single..." Becky prompted.

"Ugh no way!" you retched, "not even if he was the last man on Earth."

"Finn's a great guy! I really don't get why you hate him so much..." Seth shook his head.

"Where do I start? He's cocky and narcissistic, he thinks he's God's gift to women, he's always bragging about how many girls he's been with. Yeah sure, he's hot, but he knows it. Besides, he's a jerk to me whenever we're together."

"Y/n, you haven't even given him a chance. I reckon if you spent some time alone with him, you'd see all the good parts of him!" Seth enthused.

"He wears very tight trunks in the ring, I've already seen WAY more parts of him than I'm comfortable with."

"Aww, y/n, I'm flattered you spend your free time thinking about me in tight trunks!" came an Irish accent from behind you. You groaned internally.

"I wouldn't be... You missed the part where I called you cocky and narcissistic." you jeered, smirking at Finn.

"It's not cocky if you can back it up love," he winked, and you hated yourself for finding him so attractive.

"Right, sure. Guys like you are all talk."

"Oh one night alone with me, and you'd never want to leave," he went to brush a hair from your face, giggling mischievously as you swatted it away. "I could prove it to you tonight if you want."

"Oh my god, why are all the men in my life trying to ruin our night together? Go find some other woman to disappoint, Balor! She's mine tonight," Becky scolded him. "Y/n, we should go to our room before these Jackasses get in the way."

Becky stood up, kissed Seth affectionately and grabbed her luggage. You followed her leave, grabbing your things and saying goodbye to Seth.

"What no goodbye kiss for me?" Finn hollered is you set off towards the elevator, cackling at the middle finger you were now responding with.

When you got to the room, Becky kicked her shoes off and dove onto a bed. You changed into a tank top and some leggings as she looked through the room service menu.

"I'm gonna get some lobster. What do you want?"

"Ooh very fancy. I'll have the same."

You spent the evening pigging out on fancy room service and making fun of terrible movies before eventually feeling too tired to stay awake and nodding off halfway through the second movie.

Just as you'd fallen asleep, you were awoken by a noise. You weren't sure what it was at first, it sounded kind of wet. Then you heard a soft moan coming from the bed next to you and you looked over to see a huge lump under the covers of Beckys bed. Groaning, you turned your bedside lamp on.

"Really guys? I'm trying to sleep here..." you protested.

"Oh shit, sorry y/n. I'll just go." a naked Seth peeked out from under the covers, his hair messy and his voice breathless.

"No, it's fine just... Give me your key card. I'll sleep in your room."

"Really? Sure, it's in my pants. Thanks y/n, you're the best." Seth said, before retreating back under the covers, much to the delight of a giggling Becky.

You hastily retrieved the key card (room 426) from his discarded pants and made your escape.

As you stormed down the hall to where Seth and Finn were staying, you muttered under your breath. You knew that Becky and Seth were a couple, but do they have no boundaries? You arrived at room 426 and knocked on the door. Despite having the key, you didn't want to just barge into the room unannounced.

A shirtless Finn opened the door. He blinked in surprise upon seeing you, before smiling cockily.

"I see you decided to take me up on my offer earlier," he purred, leaning coolly against the doorframe.

"No chance in hell. Seth and Becky are 'getting busy', and as close as we are, I REALLY don't wanna see her O face so... Seth said I could crash here. Sorry to disappoint you," you shoved past, struggling to keep your eyes off of his impressive torso.

"Alright but I should warn you... I sleep naked," Finn beamed at you, amused by the look of horror that crossed your face.

"Whatever just... You stay in your bed, I'll stay in mine and we should get through the night without me beating you to death!" you smiled sweetly back at him.

"Oh come on. I'm just messing with you," he chuckled, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe. "I'm gonna take a shower, TV remote is there. Make yourself at home."

Finn disappeared into the bathroom and shortly after, you heard the gushing of the shower. For a moment, you imagined the water cascading down Finn's abs and trickling down his body. Disgusted with yourself for imagining such things, you shook the thought from your mind and turned on the TV.

Eventually, Finn emerged from the shower, and you were surprised to see him wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. You stared at him for a moment, still confused.

"Is there a problem?" he asks, snapping you out of your stupor.

"No! Not at all... You're just such a playboy, I'm surprised you're wearing actual clothes and not a towel that's far too small for you," you challenged him, secretly disappointed by the reality.

"Contrary to what you might think about me, I'm not a sex pest. I may be cocky and full of myself, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to make you uncomfortable." annoyed, Finn collapsed into his bed, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Finn... I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. Honestly, thanks for letting me stay here. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Well... You can buy me pizza. I like pepperoni and stuffed crust please!" He grinned cheekily and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Pizza, for Mr Abs? What about all those carbs?" you teased him, picking up the menu from the desk.

"Well, you really upset me and now I'm eating my feelings," Finn pouted adorably at you, giggling when you threw a pillow at him.

You and Finn went back and forth teasing each other until the pizza arrived, when Finn jumped up excitedly and rushed to the door to collect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Finn asked, sitting at the end of his bed and tucking into his Pizza.

"Sure," you started flicking through the movie channels. "Oooh, Toy Story!"

You lay back, occasionally eyeing up Finns pizza. Your stomach gave you away and let out a thunderous growl, as you held a pillow over it, trying to muffle the sound.

"Do you want some?" Finn tempted you, patting an empty space on the bed next to him. Nodding enthusiastically, you accepted the invitation and grabbed a slice.

The room fell quiet apart from the sound of you and Finn happily tucking in to the pizza.

"So are you feeling any better?" Finn asked, grabbing another slice.

"Better? What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed angry earlier. It must be frustrating never getting to see Becky," Finn prompted, giving you a look of genuine sympathy. You were surprised that he had picked up on it. You usually had a bad attitude around him anyway, so it was impressive that he could tell you were more upset than usual.

"I was at first, but I get it. They're a couple, they wanna spend time together. If I had a boyfriend, I'd be the same, " you confessed.

"So what happened with that guy you were seeing?" Finn asked, the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Oh that didn't go anywhere. Wait, how did you know about that?"

"Oh... I guess... Becky might have mentioned it..." Finn stammered, unusually flustered.

"Becky didn't know..." you eyed him suspiciously. Finn paused, thinking for a moment before sighing.

"OK fine..." he shuffled nervously. "A couple of weeks ago, I was outside your locker room and I heard you on the phone to him."

"And why exactly were you lurking outside my locker room, Mr Balor?" you teased him, amused by this vulnerable version of Finn.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to dinner," he quickly reverted back to his usual, charismatic self.

Speechless and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed another slice of pizza and continued watching the movie. You're cheeks felt hot, and you could still feel Finns eyes on you. But even so, you couldn't help but feel surprised by how comfortable you were around Finn.

After several minutes, you dared to glance back at him. The glance escalated, and soon you found yourself examining his features in great detail. He really was incredibly attractive. Your attention moved from his dark hair towards his mesmerising blue eyes, twinkling with delight as he watched the movie, down his strong cheekbones to where an adorable, boyish smile perfectly complimented the rest of his face. As he turned towards you and caught you staring, every instinct told you to avert your eyes, but you just couldn't.

His eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze as you felt your heart rate increasing. He smirked, pleased with himself for having caught you staring at him. Unblinking, he looked you up and down, licking his lips seductively. Bashful, you turned away, not wanting him to see you blush. Finn reached out a hand to stroke your reddening cheek.

Your skin tingled, as you nuzzled against his hand. Finn let out a low, victorious chuckle and cupped your other cheek in his hand, turning it to face him. You stared at his lips for just a moment before closing the distance between your face and his, stopping just before his lips. You closed your eyes, smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle and nervous at first, but as your hunger for him grew, the kiss became more passionate. You let out a small moan when he gently nibbled your lower lip. He pulled away, breathless, eyeing you intensely.

"If this goes much further... I won't be able to stop myself. Are you OK with that?" Finn asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, never breaking eye contact. Finn smiled roguishly.

"Perfect." Finn grinned, tangling his fingers in your hair and devouring your lips, as you made a silent reminder to thank Seth and Becky

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, and if you want a part 2 at some point in the future 😊