#i'm not sure if said no to scratch because deep down he really loves that mutt

[magicxc]

Frenemies

Pairings: Survey Corps - people they cannot STAND

Word Count: 1076

Warnings: none

A/N: Idk man I love a good tussle jskksks. Like give me two characters who absolutely hate each other! And with AOT I really don't have to look too far, yay. This is basically canon but it's funny to think about so here it is as well. 

Eren  - Jean, Weak People

I think the Jean one gets over exaggerated a little, and for good reason too, cause the girlies be EATING with those tropes. But at the end of the day they have a mutual understanding and are cordial at best. They're mostly cool because they share mutual friends and spaces but it’s no longer beef per se. 

Hear me out, I don't think anyone wiping out 80% of humanity is willing to kick it with people who aint about it. Mans need someone who’s willing to stand on business behind him. Even throughout the show he’s always admitted to not liking people who’s willing to live like “livestock.” So this is not to be confused with physically weak people by the way but psychologically weak people. Essentially Eren has beef if you’re willing to take it lying down. 

Levi - Zeke

Listennnn I LIVE for their fight scenes okay lmao. Like it's almost always on sight for them and their lil jabs at one another? It’s chucklessss for me omg. Lets be clear, their beef is absolutely warranted. It can be safely argued that Levi doesnt really care for most people but Zeke?? Oh baby its all smoke for him. 

Erwin - The Government 

I swear if it wasn't for the literal fate of humanity and his brewing theory Erwin would've just said fuck it cause baybeeee, they wanted that man GONE. They've tried to get him fired, pointed guns in his face, and built a whole ass guillotine to unalive him; in front of the entire town mind you. Maybe that was the custom back then I don't know. I don’t remember Erwin outright saying that he doesn't fuck with the government but fuck it, I’ll say it for him. Cause I'll stand ten toes down behind this one here. 

Connie - Ymir

I promise you I let out a nasty ole chuckle at the thought cause he don't even dislike her fr fr. I think it's a situation similar to Eren and Jean's in the sense that their friends and environment often see them in the same places. Because if we’re being real, not only do they have little in common but they just don't really vibe like that. I think they could've been a little more cordial but Ymir be on her own timing and it's usually at the expense of the squad. Like when she made fun of Connie for suspecting his mother was a titan or when she kidnapped Historia like 3 times and put them all in danger. And I can't even be mad at Connie for being the voice of reason cause him calling her ugly was simply the truth. I, too, reared back when I first saw Ymir's titan form. 

Jean - Eren, Reiner, Annie, Bertholt

The whole Eren thing is basically squashed but it’s worth noting that if he were to see him in public, he’d walk the other way. 

I lowkey had to dig deep for this one cause I genuinely forgot. But even though they’re all kumbaya now, those three bitches literally watched his homie get half his face chewed off by a titan. Jean is absolutely pouring one out for Marco every birthday by the way, but yeahh it’s still fuck them. Like if they were playing uno stacked, he’d save all his draw 4’s and make them draw 16. 

Onyankopon - Yelena

I'm not too sure that Ony dislikes anyone honestly. But I'm going with Yelena here mostly because she’s the reason he found himself in his current predicament. On what was supposed to be a solid plan in motion to save his people quickly turned into Ony modernizing a primitive people, helping build their resources from scratch, having people question his race (and I'm willing to bet my bottom dollar it was mfs that got ignorant), seeming untrustworthy among his peers, almost getting killed, fighting in a war he had nothing to do with, and probably losing his entire family in the rumble. Now, one or two of those things were inevitable, but if you were to view things from Ony’s POV everything went to shit over a bitch with a fatal attraction to a man with daddy issues. 

Reiner - Himself

Lmaooo I LOVE a good Reiner drag. And while this started out as a joke, I'm deadass now. This man stays talking about wanting to end it all but never follows through, smh. With lots of therapy and support, I genuinely think that Reiner would be on the road to recovery and a healthy lifestyle; but there’ll always be that lingering thought on if he’s worth it or not

Honorable mention: Ymir. But solely because she would get in the way of his fantasy life with Historia. 

Armin - Floch? 

This munchkin is damn near Tanjiro levels of sweet cause omg who does he even hate??? He is always looking for the good in people and I'm about to dislocate my shoulder reaching this hard BUT, hear me out - It’s Floch even if he doesn’t outright say it. The same Floch who damaged the flying boat and almost ruined their mission before it even started? The same Floch who fucked it up so bad that Hange had to sacrifice herself which resulted in Armin taking on an even bigger responsibility? The same Floch who got in a lil too close with his bestie Eren? Close enough to be trusted with his future plans? The same Floch who when he lay on that ground bleeding Armin was nowhere in sight? Even at the port where they attacked the Yeagerists and Armin got shot in the face, he pleaded with his old comrades to stand down but Floch is beneath that level of reasoning huh? Whether Armin despises Floch or not it's safe to say if Floch were getting jumped, Armin would definitely sneak in a kick before helping. 

Floch - Erwin

This is literally one of those cases where its like I disagree but I understand lol. That man legit made them do a suicide charge and yeah he lead the charge blah blah blah but I could never be that brave. And so that resentment is understandable but in all fairness it shaped Flochs character for the better to be honest; cause that whole pwussy boi arc was annoying. 

Also adding the main cast of the Scouts lmao. They thwarted his plans and he spent his DYING breath standing on business. Gotta respect it.

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[jayflrt]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 34. in too deep

WHEN YOON JEONGHAN TAPPED JAY'S SHOULDER, HIS BRAIN WAS TOO MUDDLED TO EVEN THINK PROPERLY.

He underestimated how casual the gesture of tapping someone to get their attention was, and it was evident when he was looking back at Jeonghan with a confused gaze. Jay had spent the entire day freaking out over whether he was going to get a seat in the Order, and now that he was face-to-face with one of their members, he couldn't even grasp that he was being offered a spot.

Jay was in the middle of reading your frantic texts about getting a seat from Sungjin, sitting at an empty booth in the library so that he could charge his laptop. The very thought of Sunghoon being left behind had him so baffled that he could only gawk at Jeonghan for a few seconds. The senior only seemed amused, hardly even realizing that Jay had far more weighing on his mind than being tapped.

"Congratulations, Jay," Jeonghan said with a broad grin stretching across his face, "welcome to the Order."

Every word he could have used to finish his sentence died on Jay's tongue, and instead he croaked out, "I—huh?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure how else to dumb it down for you."

He wasn't sure what snapped him back into reality—maybe it was the whistle of the wind in his ear, or perhaps it was the fear that Jeonghan must have thought he was a crazy person—but Jay immediately straightened up and let out a forced cough.

"Sorry," he got out immediately. "Thanks. I just thought—"

"That you wouldn't get in?" Jeonghan finished for him. "Yeah, I thought so, too. We were debating between you and Kazuha for nearly an hour. It took a lot of manipulation to convince them that Kazuha wasn't the right choice."

The corner of Jay's mouth picked up in a grin. "Manipulation?"

"Let's just keep that between us." Jeonghan gave him a wry smile and handed over a thin, black folder with a few sheets of papers tucked neatly inside. "You can open that later. It's just a welcome letter and a notice about sending us details so we can coordinate your initiation night."

"Huh..." Jay trailed off; his mind was still stuck on his bid rather than the folder in his hands. "I didn't think I'd get in after that interview."

"Are you kidding? They loved your answers, especially when you said you'd punch Sunghoon."

"But—I didn't even know the answer to whatever seven-eight-six meant, though."

"That's the whole point," Jeonghan said. "You're not supposed to know everything! What we believe is that it's valuable to admit that there are answers you haven't found yet, but you also did your best to draw a conclusion with the little information you had."

"So... what does it mean?"

"We don't know."

"What?"

"We don't know," he echoed with a shrug. "We think the founder chose it to represent us because he claimed to have decided eighteen of the characters on the Kryptos sculpture himself—on top of the ones that're already deciphered."

"Interesting," Jay replied with an inquisitive hum. He then gave Jeonghan a strange look. "Are you supposed to be telling me this, by the way?"

"Sungjin didn't want us talking with you guys too much, actually. We're supposed to just tap you on the shoulder, hand you the file, and leave." He scratched the back of his neck aimlessly. "I have to stay on campus until my next class, though, so I don't really have anywhere else to go."

"If they ask, I'll let them know that you were very, very mysterious."

"See? I told them that was what the Order needed: loyalty."

Jay felt his stomach twist. He was probably the worst example of that, but seeing that Jeonghan held him in such high regard, he couldn't bring himself to object. Instead, he brushed off the senior's words with a shy grin.

Jeonghan continued, "I swear, they were deliberating for so long that I—"

"Jeonghan—wait, Jay?"

To Jay's relief, you walked up behind his table, looking between the two men several times before you seemed to piece together what was going on. The determination that had darkened your eyes seconds prior started to melt away.

"You got a seat?" you breathed out, and before Jay could nod, you were shooing him further down the cushioned bench so that you could sit next to him. Your gaze immediately landed on the black folder in Jay's hands. "Oh!"

There was an awkward pause. You looked up at him for a brief moment, and it looked like you had a lot more to say instead of opening and closing your mouth over and over again. Jay's throat felt tight. Your sideways look at Jeonghan made Jay wonder how what your true reactions would've been if you two were alone.

Since you clearly hadn't anchored yourself back into reality, Jay slapped his folder onto the table to take Jeonghan's attention away from how distracted you had gotten.

"What? You didn't think I'd make it in or something?" he teased you, although he was quite aware that that wasn't your intention.

"No," you insisted with a scoff, kicking Jay's shin under the table.

Jay hissed through his teeth, nudging your leg back with his shoe. Unbeknownst to Jeonghan, you two were in an intense battle of trying to kick the other; your attempts were always stronger than his.

"Oh, that's fucked up," Jeonghan joined in, leaning forward onto his elbows. "Were you hoping someone else would get in over Jay?"

He rolled his eyes, realizing that Jeonghan was just hungry for a morsel of gossip. However, anticipation was swirling in Jay's chest as he prepared himself for whatever your answer would be. After your text about Sunghoon's situation, he wouldn't have been surprised if you were more concerned about your ex-boyfriend.

You huffed. "No, I think Jay deserves it out of anyone who interviewed."

His heartbeat was somehow quicker. More intense. Jay couldn't understand why your words left little electric currents running under his skin, but he was just grateful that you couldn't see how much of a mess his head was.

"But what the hell, Jeonghan?" you continued, sharper. "Why did Sungjin give me his seat?"

Jeonghan let out a dry laugh before shaking his head. "Can't give you our reasonings."

"Weren't you just talking about mine?" Jay cut in since he was equally curious about where Sunghoon's predicament was going.

"Well, that's—" The senior cut himself off and screwed up his eyes as he processed his next words. "Okay, you're technically right, but I gave you my seat, Jay. I didn't give Y/N my seat, so I can't tell her why she was chosen by Sungjin."

You and Jay stared blankly at Jeonghan for a moment, who was slowly losing his resolve to keep quiet.

"Okay, fine." Jeonghan sighed heavily. "Tell anyone about this, though, and you two won't be having a fun initiation process." As Jay swallowed thickly at the thought of being hazed, Jeonghan leaned over the table and lowered his voice to say, "I don't know much because we don't really question Number One, but he just said that he didn't want to extend his seat to his brother anymore. Something about wanting Sunghoon to make it on his own."

Jay frowned. "Number One?"

"That's what we call our president," he replied. "Only the members of the Order know about Number One's identity for the duration of their office."

"You're really a loudmouth, Jeonghan," you sneered.

Jeonghan held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Then did Sunghoon get a seat or not?" Jay asked. "He had to have gotten a tap, right? It'd be ridiculous if he didn't."

Jeonghan only shrugged in response. "The finalized list of our new members will be emailed out tonight. You'll find out then."

You and Jay exchanged uneasy looks. Waiting to hear back from Sunghoon appeared to be their only option, and it only made Jay feel more at war with his head and heart.

For one, Sunghoon was a crucial part of the mission. Something happening to him would definitely affect you, and although that made Jay feel a twinge of bitterness, he recognized that you two had a previous connection that he couldn't get between.

On the other hand, he felt that he was in too deep—so deep that he wasn't sure how he would pull himself out when this was all over. Jay remembered it every time he turned white-knuckled when he would text his client; every time he laughed around Heeseung; every time he had to take a few seconds for his rage to simmer around Sunghoon; and every time he looked into your eyes and felt some semblance of peace.

And it made him feel terrified.

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SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.

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[jhoneybees]

Talkative

Here's a cute little blurb, you lovelies 💕

Characters: Late 60s!Elvis X little! reader

Warnings/triggers: Little lifestyle, age regression

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Sometimes when Elvis and you go to bed, it would be a bit of a challenge when you're little, especially when you're in a talkative mood which tonight's one of those nights.

“Alright, Comfortable?” Elvis asks as he sets your favourite stuffie beside you after making sure things are good for you, you nod “All good!” reaching your arms out from under the blanket, doing grabby hands making him chuckle.

“I'm comin’ I'm comin” he reassures, walking over to his side of the bed and climbing in under the covers, wrapping an arm under you to bring you closer to him earning a small giggle from you. “What's so funny?” tickling your side slightly.

Your small squeals erupt “ ‘m ticklish Daddy!” pushing your fists against his side in a weak attempt to make him stop, he chuckles and moves his hand. “Okay, Okay” Elvis replaces the tickling to rubbing your back and he smiles lovingly as he looks down at your pretty face.

“I love you, y’ know that?”

He hums as you respond by nuzzling your head against his chest. His hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face, being given the sight of that sweet, innocent, child-like spark in your eyes. His eyes soften “My beautiful sweet girl…” lifting both of his hands to cup your face just below the jaw, leaning in to pepper your face with his famous kisses, giving you the last one on your nose..

“Get your beauty sleep, Honey… ” he mumbles tiredly, you nod against his chest and you close your eyes.

. . .

“Daddy…” you whisper, earning a deep hum from Elvis. “Me and Jerry had a lot of fun today” he breathes out “Is that so?” with a grin on his face, you smile “Mhm! We…we drew really pretty pictures and- and had a tea party with all my friends and..” Elvis’ grin widens knowing that these friends of yours were the plushies that he would give you whenever he came back from tour.

“And we went out in the garden! I took Hoppie with me too but I dropped her in a muddy puddle” your eyes and voice trailing off before looking up at Elvis “She’s ok though, Jer said that giving her a wash in the washing machine wouldn’t hurt” making him crack another smile.

“Mhm, sounds like you did have fun today” letting a small yawn before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair “You must be tired, baby hm?”saying that in hopes that would get you to snuggle up and fall asleep, your head moves slightly against his chest “mmm, not yet- oh! We picked pretty flowers too! Roses and- and uhm hydran- hydran…”

Letting out another yawn, Elvis rubs his face with his free hand “Hydrangea?” beginning to lightly scratch your scalp “Hydrangea! Yeah so-” a quiet, tired chuckle fills your ears “Honey, let’s go to sleep hm? Daddy had a long day” combing his hand through his hair, Elvis lowers his eyes to your doll ones “But I didn’t tell you about-”

“Ya can tell me tomorrow baby” he says with a southern drawl. Rolling onto his side and bringing you in closer with his almost limb arms because of how tired he is “Goodnight darlin’” making sure to place a peck upon your head.

Sighing softly as his chin rests on top of your head, his eyes fluttering closed “I want milk”

“Oh Honey-”

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[moonlightdreamzz]

As Mark lies next to you, you can't help but smile adoringly. He's exhausted, yet he's battling the slumber that's attempting to take hold of him, just so he can affectionately gaze into your eyes. Every few minutes, his eyelids close and his head begins to sink into your couch, but he quickly catches himself, startling awake.

His hands are at a respectful place, your left hip, and yours have been caressing his cheek, scalp, and neck since the minute he laid down. This moment, although it won’t last long considering he has to leave in the morning, is so fulfilling.

“Go to sleep.” Your try your best to make your smile warm and inviting. You continue rubbing gentle circles onto him, but on his earlobe now, hoping it will be even more confirmation for him that you’re not upset at his exhaustion. His hand lifts from your hips for a mere second in protest, and you smile deviously as you know his resentment is coming from a place of deep comfort. The longer you rub, the more tired he gets, and he doesn’t want to be tired.

“I’m good. Let me just enjoy this, please. I haven’t seen you in way too long.” He wines, scooting closer to you. Your nose is on his now, and you can’t help but giggle as he begins to wiggle his eyebrows at you, as if that’s going to make you stop your antics.

“Utterly in love” is the term to describe the warm and fuzzy feeling you get whenever he’s around. He’s as perfect as a human being can be, and you’re not sure if he’s in love with you too yet, but you really hope he is. He has to feel something deeper than like with you at this point, considering instead of going back to his dorm and collapsing due to his intense schedules, he called you, begging to lay up with you because “I just wanna feel you in my arms tonight.”

You force him down on the sofa and climb on top of him, pressing his soft cheeks into your palms. In a delicate and encouraging kiss, your lips meet his, and he melts into yours. His breathing is slow and easy as his strong arms wrap around your waist, drawing you in as close as he can.

“Rest.” You giggle once you pull away. Your fingertips try to close his eyelids, and for a brief second, you believe you've won, but his doe eyes open at you again. He swallows hard, as if he had a secret to reveal but doesn't want to be judged for it.

“Say it.” You whisper encouragingly, although you have no idea what he could have on his mind. You know it will be sweet and romantic—definitely along the lines of him telling you how much appreciates you for always being so understanding, but he always says things like that to you. So what can it be?

“I think—I really think I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Your heart stops for a split second before restarting. You're sweating profusely and itching all over, but you can't scratch because you don't want Mark to see how he's eroding your frigid aura day by day.

"I know I'm head over heels in love with you." You exclaim, exhaling a breath you weren't even aware you were holding.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Nothing else needs to be said after this. Mark smiles at you in a way that you’d never seen him look at anything before, not even himself in a mirror. His hands are on your cheeks now, pulling you in for a kiss that shows you that there is no question about it—he’s in love with you too.

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[dotster001]

Neutral End

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Choose Another Ending

"Congratulations Mister Ashengrotto," Grimm extended a paw to Azul.

Azul shook the paw with pride.

"I assure you I won't let you down," Azul said with a grin.

"See that you don't. The second your restaurant goes under, Y/N gets wind that you're a jerk behind their back, and Idia protected me from you," Grim said coldly.

"I would expect no less," Azul bowed with mock bravado, knowing full well that he would win the twins back before that could ever happen, and would have no issue subduing a tiny cat monster.

"Good, be ready and well dressed at Ramshackle by tomorrow evening. Do not cheap out on the dinner, or it's over for you before it's even begun," Grim snapped before scampering off.

….

"A blind date?" You asked, unconvinced.

"Yes, I just think that you and this other person would be great together!" Grim said, putting his hands on his hips.

"I don't know, Grim-"

"Listen, Y/N," Grim turned on his saddest kitty eyes, before crawling into your lap, curling into a ball, and purring, getting very happy when you started scratching behind his ears.

"Y/N, the two of us don't have any family here. And I just worry that you spend too much time focusing on my happiness, when you should take some time for yourself. What if, one day, when I'm the world's greatest sorcerer, I have to go far away from you? You'll be all alone! Sad and alone! And I couldn't live with myself if that happened."

Your scratching behind his ear faltered for a moment, and the two of you sat in silence. Grim turned his face more into your lap so you wouldn't see his triumphant grin.

"Okay Grim, if you're really sure about this…"

"Yes, Yes! I'm so sure!" He cupped your face with his paws, and nodded earnestly. "You'll be perfect together! I'll help you pick out an outfit!" 

.…

You stood outside Ramshackle with Grim, and stared out into the night. At exactly 6:30 pm, Azul emerged from the night, a shocked expression on his face.

"Prefect? Can it be you're my date?" He bowed deeply and said, "when Grim had told me to meet him at Ramshackle, I had assumed it was simply for convenience, not that I would have the honor of getting to date you."

You couldn't say you'd never thought about yourself and Azul as a power couple, but he was one of the last people you expected Grim to match you with. You'd make the most of it though.

….

"Azul, look, you're a great guy-"

"Oh sevens, you're friend zoning me,"Azul interrupted, his face turning a sickly shade of green.

"Let me finish," you smiled warmly and took his hand in yours.

"You're a great guy, and I can see a future with you, someday. But right now," you took a deep breath, "Grim gave me a lot to think about in terms of my place in this world. Right now, I need to get some footing, and take care of my little rat, before I can start dating you. Because you deserve better than that."

You kissed his cheek, gave his hand and firm squeeze, then pulled away and opened the front door to Ramshackle.

"Thank you for a lovely evening. I hope we can do it again someday, if some lucky somebody doesn't scoop you up," you said, before closing the door behind you.

Azul froze in place, and touched his cheek with trembling fingers. He thanked every one of the seven that Floyd and Jade were still pouting, because if they saw him now he had no doubt he would never hear the end of it.

"Someday," he whispered to himself, a lovesick smile on his face.

"It's a deal."

….

"How'd it go?" Grim asked excitedly.

"I thought I told you to be in bed by 10…"

"You're not the boss of me, henchhuman!" He shouted, before smiling brightly again. "How was your date?"

You sat down next to him, and scratched behind his ears.

"I had a lot of fun. Azul was a good choice for me. But we aren't going further, right now."

"What? Why?" Grim asked, sounding absolutely devastated.

You leaned down and nuzzled your nose against Grim's.

"Cause right now I only have room for one little man in my life. And I wanna make sure he's happy and achieves his dreams before I expand our family."

Grim sniffled, and wiped his nose with the back of his paw, looking away so you wouldn't see his eyes welling up.

"Whatever, you wanna die alone, that's your choice," he muttered half heartedly.

You giggled, before ruffling his fur. 

"Yup. Now come on, it's time for bed. Can't be the world's greatest mage if you fall asleep in class."

You hopped up, made your way up the stairs, and smiled when Grim quickly followed.

The End

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[whorediaries-09]

imagine eldest daughter!reader not being able to love anyone and flinch whenever someone touches her, and remus being the only person that can touch her and stay with her while she wants to be alone

oh wow. did u really have to...call me out like that?

archer;

pairing- remus lupin x reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort, details of child abuse, touch sensitivity. (let me know if should add more) a/n- i really went ✨self - indulgent ✨ on this one.

ps- the beginning is from the movie 'five feet apart'. it's a really good one, make sure to check it out.

little train

' i've been the archer, i've been the prey.'

touch. the first form of communication. it began with a soft caress of the finger. or the brush of lips on cheeks. it connects one in the times of happiness, bolsters one in the time of fear and excites one in times of passion and love.

to be touched, was to communicate the feeling of security, the feeling of safety and comfort. but to understand the importance of touch, was different, was difficult. to need the touch from the one you loved was as important as the air needed to breathe.

and you understood it's importance, the need when you had none. perhaps it was because you didn't feel the security, the feeling of being safe when you were being touched. even a simple hug or a handshake could set off ringing bells in your head.

it reminded you of the time when your mother would slap down her hands on your back for a small mishap like spilling the juice on the floor. or burn her cigarettes onto your skin, punishing you for wasting the juice and make you clean up.

'you stupid bitch! i don't have enough fucking money for you to spill juice all over the stupid floor!' she'd scream, boxing your ears. she'd pull you by your ears, taking a ladle and letting the wooden handle rain on your back, make you understand the consequences of your mistake.

'please don't cry angel, she'll beat you again,' your father would comfort you, rubbing a cool soothing balm on your burning wounds. you'd cry into the safety of his arms, his callous and rough palms soothing you. his voice was deep and warm, and he'd hold your face close to his chest to let you cry, so your voice was as muffled as possible. the tears would stick on your face and you blacked out, the exhaustion so deeply rooted within your body. you'd fall asleep in his arms.

because the monsters were gone, and your dad was home.

it was difficult to make friends within the community of witches and wizards. where everyone had their own fears but they had mastered the facade of pretend, to hide behind their smiles. and even in this difficult time, when the war was at large, people still found a way to sneak in a ray of hope and happiness into their life.

they appreciated the hugs and kisses. they never knew when they'd lose it. so you watched from a distance as ron weasley was smothered in kisses by molly weasley. and even though he puckered up his face, by his calm stature, you knew he enjoyed it. he liked it and appreciated it.

but oh how you hated it. you hated the fact that you'd have to stand different, reflect within the clouds of happy cheerful faces. perhaps it was you who was in the wrong. you hated the fact that you flinched when somebody tried to touch you. you wanted to feel the same comfort the others felt when they were touched.

'want another drink?' hermione asked, grabbing your attention from the overwhelming scene that played out in front of you. mrs. weasley going around and distributing gifts amongst the children. hermione had been scratching a purring crookshank's ears. your eyes darted down on your lap, where your finger circled around the rim of the empty cup.

'no thanks,' you smiled.

'you must try the eggnog! sirius is the best at making it!' harry said, a proud smile on his face. sirius threw his arm around his shoulders.

'it's fine harry, i'm sure you've never tried other variations of eggnog, if you find mine to be the best,'

'it'll always be the best to me, sirius,' harry said. sirius let out his usual bark like laughter, his gray eyes full of a raw emotion. in harry's eyes, he saw himself to be the father figure he never had.

'you flatter, me harry james potter, you really do.'

'he's not flattering you sirius, you know your way around the kitchen.' remus said, walking through the door. he set down his battered coat onto the chair. with a loud creak, he pulled it out his chair.

you noticed the aging lines around his eyes and lips. his usually pale skin was red. you assumed it was due to the lack of a muffler and the cold gusts of wind that blew outside. he tried to warm himself up by blowing air within the crevice of his palms and rubbing them together. when he noticed you staring at him, he smiled at you.

'merry christmas,' he whispered. his voice was deep and rich, a beautiful vibrato from the depth of his throat. you gulped slowly, watching as the redness from his face slowly faded as he gave you a warm smile. you felt your heart drown in an inexplainable cozy feeling. you smiled back, toasting the air with your empty glass.

'merry christmas,'

*-

the marks on your skin were evident. to be best described, they were like crescent moons staining your skin. the cause, however was not as pretty as the description.

to be wearing full sleeves on a hot summer day was exhausting and itchy, but it was the only solution to hide the burns from the time when your mother had decided to use you as her ashtray. the abuse had been settling upon you. your mother had been growing sicker as each day passed by.

and grief was a weird thing. you wanted to be sad that your mother was sick, and as each day passed, the days of her life were coming to and end. the woman that birthed you, that cared for you- that threw you into an emotional turmoil when your brother was born was dying.

you didn't feel grief, but neither did you feel happy. you were numb, trying to escape the coddling fumes of the tremendous torture you'd been through. to try and be the best role model for your brother.

to try and not keep a corpse in the cradle.

and again, in the realms of your plethora of emotions, you were numb. you didn't feel the pain when you jumped in front of the curse that was thrown at sirius, dodging him away from the soul trapping veil. it was like a white hot curse that burned through your skin and your mother's voice echoed in your brain.

your eyes closed, and while you could still hear your heart beating and the obnoxious screams, you let the darkness succumb you into a madness of sereness. perhaps you'd meet your mother again. perhaps you'll ask her if she ever loved you. perhaps, you'd asked her why she'd have to make you adore her with her hands around your neck.

perhaps you'd ask her the reason she set fire to the rain.

so, when your senses start numbing and you feel yourself falling on the cold hard ground with your head bursting open, you let the blood flow. you don't dream of the warm, calloused hands tending to your wounds and buying you ice cream to allow your mood to lighten. you don't dream about the monsters who were gone when your dad was home. perhaps you'd meet your dad when the world succumbs.

*-

the moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, falling on your face. the sheets underneath you were warm and cozy, pulling you into a beautiful haze of sleep. your eyelids were heavy when you opened them, and you slowly tried to move around, searching for recognition of the place.

you could only recognize the slumped up man sitting within the folds of his jacket. his hands were wrapped around a folded newspaper. his mouth was open slightly, and through the lens of your groggy drowsiness, you could see the lines on his chapped lips, the wrinkles around his eyes. his spectacles dangled off the edge of his nose.

slowly, under the sheets, you wriggled your toes to feel your body. you suddenly felt as if you were on fire. as if somebody had slayed you alive. you were laying down, for once, and not escaping the endless turmoil thrown at your back. for once, you didn't feel discomfort laying down and not doing anything. but it was hot under the sheets.

'sleep well?' remus asked, rubbing his eyes and fixing the angle of his spectacles. it surprised you, and you flinched slightly. he gets up, keeping his jacket on the chair he'd been sleeping on.

the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have deepened. you felt his eyes wander over you. he lower lip was tucked under his teeth, his hands buried in his pockets. he waits patiently for you to answer.

'yes, mr. lupin. where am i?'

'call me remus please. you're at my house. the order's headquarters weren't safe for you anymore. that's because the death eaters are after you. well specifically bellatrix, because you dodged the curse she threw at sirius. for old times sake, she wanted to end it for once and for all.'

you gulp slowly, letting the realization settle into you. you move your fingers slowly under the sheets, testing your capacity to move. you felt bandage clothe rip into your skin.

'you've broken your fingers.' he says moving closer to your form, lying on the bed. 'it's brutal, because your skeletal muscles have been damaged too. do you understand?' he says patiently, gently. you feel a clump in your throat which burns down into your very core. it makes your eyes water.

'y-yes,' you say, your voice wobbly. he stands beside you, letting you fight your tears. he doesn't say anything. and perhaps, you don't want him to.

it's as if, he can't ever leave you. as if he would stay. so, for once, when his gentle, calloused hands touch your body, helping you sit up, you don't find yourself running away from him. you find yourself chased into his warmth, which echoes a gentleness that stills your heart.

because, there's no invisible smoke, or a fire within the crevices of your body. he helps you hold onto him.

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i'm trying for you ~ rafe cameron

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If Rafe Cameron was anything, he was a softy at heart. 

Only problem was, he didn't know how to voice or express his feelings. Given the environment he had grown up in, it wasn't necessarily a surprise. 

He had Ward as a father, it was all the explanation one would ever need.

Frankly, he hadn't had a reason to get in touch with his feelings for a very long time. He would occasionally hook up with random girls, but it would never turn into something serious.

He just wasn't the type of guy who would be in a relationship.

Until you came along.

He had found a reason to change, to become a better person for you, to try and show you just how much he loved you and appreciated you being in his life.

From the very first moment he had seen you at one of his friend's parties, he knew that he had to get to know you. You were so intriguing to him, he would find himself thinking about you at the most random of times.

The first time you spoke and when he asked you out were imprinted in his mind like it was yesterday.

You in your flowery-themed swimsuit, swimming on your board in front of his house, stopping when you had heard him calling your name.

"What's up?" you had asked him once he had stopped running and came face to face with you.

"What are you doing all the way out here? This is nowhere near your house" Rafe tried to hide how nervous he was while talking to you, not wanting to let you know how nervous he would get in your presence.

Your eyes squinted, wanting to ask how he knew where you lived but decided against it. Your family was rich as fuck so you also lived on Figure 8, it shouldn't be a surprise that the Kooks would know where she lived.

"I was bored, decided to swim around a little and get accustomed to the marsh and everything" you explained, watching him closely with a hint of a smile on your face.

"Well, if you want someone to show you around, I could do that. I could walk with you around the island, show you the best places and then we could get something to eat" he was scratching his head, mentally punching himself because of how childish he sounded.

"I'd really like that" you smiled and nodded, almost chuckling once you noticed how surprised Rafe was.

"Really? Okay, perfect. Give me your phone number so I can text you the details" he said, almost dropping his phone in the process.

You bit your lip and typed in your phone before biding your goodbyes and continuing your activities.

That was the moment when Rafe knew he was a goner. The way you looked at him when he spoke, the smile you would try and hide from him, the twinkle in your eyes and your dimples, he couldn't get you out of his head for days.

When the day of your date came, he was a nervous wreck. He didn't want to screw anything up, knowing that he couldn't lose you because of how rusty he was in the love department.

He had enlisted Wheezie and Sarah to help him, the girls giving him some advice on what to talk about, how to act, what to do and so on. Rafe even took some notes, writing down some prompts to make sure he wouldn't forget anything.

You found it cute, how he would constantly check his phone and go in his notes, thinking that you couldn't see from across the table.

"Rafe" you put your hand on his and it made his head snap back to look at you, his other hand hurriedly locking his phone.

"Y-Yeah?" he tried to seem natural, but he knew deep down that you had caught him in the act.

"You don't have to be nervous and you don't have to keep checking the notes you have on your phone. You're doing fine and you don't need those notes when you're so amazing yourself. Loosen up, I won't bite" 

After that, Rafe could feel all the stress leaving his body as he finally relaxed back onto his chair, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

From that moment on, Rafe had done nothing but be himself. With the good, with the bad, he was being Rafe. The Rafe you would soon come to love.

He took you on several dates after your first one, only asking you to be his girlfriend after the 5th one, making sure he wasn't being too pushy and making moves too soon.

You thought it was very sweet of him, knowing that it was a significant change on his part from his previous relationships with girls all around the island.

The first time he told you he loved you was a very big moment in your relationship. Having already known how difficult his relationship with his feelings was, you wanted him to take it slow and not push him. He would slowly let you in when he would be ready.

It was a very chill evening in the Cameron household, a comfortable silence hanging in the air around you. Rose and Ward were attending a gala and would be back late in the night, Sarah was at a party with the Pogues and John B and Wheezie had so kindly agreed to having a sleepover with a friend of hers in order to leave the two of you alone.

Because of your busy schedules, you had barely spent any time together in the last couple of days, days which made Rafe realize how much he valued your presence and how much he appreciated it when you were around, even if you weren't doing anything.

As you were trying to focus on the movie playing on the TV, you felt Rafe's eyes burn a hole in the side of your head, which made you smile and look at him.

"You're going to strain your eyes if you keep looking at me so much" you giggled, which made his insides turn to mush and a stupid smile to appear on his otherwise broody face.

"I can't help it. I love you too much not to stare at your beauty all day long" he confessed.

At first, you hadn't quite registered what he had said, but the little unsure smirk he had on his face made you do a double-take and your eyes widened in surprise.

"What did you just say?" you whispered, your hands suddenly becoming sweaty.

"I love you" Rafe repeated, and now you were sure that you had indeed heard the right thing.

You couldn't stop yourself from jumping onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing every inch of his face that you could reach from your position.

"I love you too" you whispered, looking into his eyes before you finally leaned in and kissed his lips.

Rafe hadn't grown up around love, but he knew that what he felt with you was love.

Love in the purest form from the purest soul.

You.

You were his love. 

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[mirukokosana]

Thinking about DAD'SBESTFRIEND!PHILLIP GRAVES watching you grow up since child and stopped seeing you ever since you entered middle school.

GRAVES finally get to see you again after seven years, you were nineteen now and damn you really have grown up into a gorgeous woman.

GRAVES that can't maintain eye contact with you when you looked at him because they way you used to look at him was different from how you look at him now.

GRAVES who keep looking at you while you talk to your father whilst having him knowing what you have been up to.

GRAVES that can't keep his head clean with the way you cross your leg as you sit down on the couch. Your thighs tempting him.

GRAVES who has you pinned against the wall of your room as soon as he sees you walking into your room, closing the door and locked it. His hand over your mouth to make sure you don't shout or anything.

GRAVES that starting to whisper about his desire towards you while having his hand slowly going down to your hips and further down to your thighs.

YOU who can't resist his charm and the tension between the both of you and just let his hands do as they pleased and before you know it, you are in for a good time.

"Princess..." His moan muffled against your neck as he kisses you there while his cock is thrusting deep inside you, "Fuck... You're so small... so tight..." he groans. He remembers holding you in his arms when you were just a kid, small and adorable. Now, you are still small and adorable, but hot as well. One of his hands are holding your hand firmly yet he is trying his best not to make you uncomfortable by it.

You are overstimulated. His touches, his words, his kisses all of them are the cause of it. "Grav-" he cut you off with slamming himself into you roughly, earning a sweet, cute moan from you. You can hear him groaning again on your neck, he is biting down yet another mark on your neck. Not caring about how you are going to hide it.

"You are always a daddy's girl huh? Ngh... You are always close with your father, so spoiled, so greedy and very demanding... Hah... You can't be left alone without him or me around. Remember that?" He coos into your ear, trying to remind you of how much of a brat you were back then. He remembers how clingy you were, being an only child with your father raising you all by himself makes you spoiled and you yourself admit that.

However, you are no longer like that, at least not to Graves and he would like you be the same spoiled little princess he used to deal with. "I would love to shower you with love and affection once again, like how I used to when you were a kid." he whispers and then starts to pick up his pace.

It went from sweet and gentle sex to a harsh and rough one. He wants to push you over the edge, fucking you until you're shaking, filling you up until you can't take it anymore. He wants to destroy you and that is what he is doing. Your sweet moans filling his ears like a music, your nails clawing onto his back like a cat scratching a sofa. You bury your face into his neck and start to bite him as a way to hold your own moan, you are trying your best to not be loud but he doesn't seem to allow that.

He pounds on you so hard that you starting to bite his neck and left your own mark on him, receiving a moan from him, he fasten his pace even more. He is close and you are too, he knows it and of course, you are the first to release it followed by him right after.

Just as you thought he is finished, he starts moving again. His movements are sloppy as he tries to gain back his momentum. "Not yet princess. I am not done yet..." He said and before you could protest, worrying about your father finding out, he shut you up by kissing you on the lips and then pull away, "Just relax, princess, worry about everything else later, I will take care of it."

He might be a bit selfish now but that just because he wants to spoil his princess with love she deserves.

A/N: I'm telling you... I ACCIDENTALLY THINK OF "A GIRL AND HER GUARD DOG" WHEN I WROTE THE LAST PART AND I FELT WRONG- yes I'm more to anime fan so that explains the picture-

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[webslingingslasher]

frat!peter showing up at reader’s door wasted and she lets him and calls ethan to come get him but he before he leaves he says something that prompts the whole “i loved you” (from reader) and the “loved, as in past tense? i can fix it, let me fix us?”

You shouldn’t open the door, you shouldn’t open the door because it’d be hard to close it again. 

You shouldn’t open the door, you shouldn’t open the door, you shouldn’t open the door, you shouldn’t- 

“Why are you here, Peter?” Why did you open the door? Why did you open the door? Why did- 

“Well, there was a party at Zach Kelphs, and I was there. And your place is here, and two plus two equals five nowadays and… hello!” He’s wasted. 

Why did you open the door?

“Hi, Peter. Can you tell me why you’re here specifically?” 

He sniffs, it’s cold outside tonight and he’s got no jacket. “I missed you, can I come inside?” You block the door with your arm when he tries to take a step, you look around the hallway. “Who’d you go to the party with?” 

Trying to look away from his fallen face, it’s not fair that he stonewalled you when he wouldn’t let you in his life yet when you block him from coming inside your dorm you’ve killed his puppy. 

“Um, the guys.” 

“Are they still there?” 

He shakes his head, “did Ethan go?” 

He shakes his head again, sighing and looking behind you, you commit the ultimate sin. Let your ex back in. 

Stepping away from the door and widening it you give him space, “alright, come in so I can call Ethan to come get you.” 

“Do you like Ethan more than me?” A slurred insecurity, you shut your door while he makes his way to your bed, throwing himself in it. “I know you liked my room, cause it was all my stuff, but I like your room for the same reason, cause,” he stops to bring your blanket over his face, taking several deep breaths and blows out slowly, “everything smells like you.” 

Blocking out his words you call his best friend desperately, praying he’d pick up. Nibbling on a thumb nail as you watch Peter nearly suffocate himself under your pillow. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Ethan. It’s me, I um, would you come get Peter?” 

“He’s there?” 

“Yeah, he said Zach Kelphs party was around here and he stopped by. He’s kinda wasted.” 

“Yeah, sure. But, are you sure he said he came from Zach’s?” 

“Well, I mean… yeah? He said he and the guys went, is he confused?” 

“No, no… they went. But your place is like… a twenty minute walk from Zach’s.” 

Looking back at Peter repeatedly smells your pillow, picking it up and dropping it back down. He walked twenty minutes, out of the way, just to come see you. Where was all that effort before? 

“Don’t worry about it, I'm on my way. Just keep him awake for me.” 

Watching Peter pick up your spider-man plush and give him a gentle kiss, heart lurching and then metaphorically being stomped back down. This wasn’t the Peter you knew, it hasn’t been him in a minute. The Peter you knew didn’t get plastered at any chance, didn’t pick fights, went to school and was active in his frat. 

Everything you’ve heard about him suddenly fades when he’s in your bed, his happiness shouldn’t have to depend on you being in his life. 

Sitting next to him, gently patting at his head, sending him squirming to lay his head on your lap while you scratched at his scalp. Down his shirt you could see a blossoming bruise on his chest, like he was punched full on. 

“You lied,” 

With irony, Peter snorts. “Yeah, probably.” 

“Ethan told me how long it really took for you to get here,” your hand rubs over the bruise, “what happened here?” 

Peter hums into your hold, tilting so you have more access to his scalp. “Got it fighting crime in my free time,” you exhale through your nose with a laugh, “you fight crime?” “Mhm, since I was fifteen.” Untangling some curls, “ah, like a vigilante.” Peter hums, “or a menace, depends who’s reporting on it.” 

“And were you fighting crime in the twenty minutes you walked here?” 

“No, I don’t have my suit with me.” 

You laugh, it’s been a while since you’ve laughed like he makes you. Something that he draws from you, committed to his bit always. Peter, even drunk, can keep the joke going. 

Reminded of the reality of the situation, your voice lowered. “Why did you really come here, Peter?” 

“You don’t talk to me anymore.” 

“Yeah, that kind of happens in a break up.” 

Your hands fall flat when he sits up, “I didn’t want to break up.” 

His words bring it full circle, why it ended. Because it was always what he wanted, it was never about what you wanted. If you wanted him you needed to be on his timeline, and that didn’t work anymore. 

“Only one person has to want to break up, Peter.” 

“But shouldn’t the other person get any say in it?” 

You shrug, “would it have changed anything? Or just make me feel worse?” 

“Trouble, I-” 

Glancing at your phone and releasing a breath at the text, “Ethan’s on his way up.” 

“Is it Ethan?” 

“Is who Ethan?” 

“Is Ethan why you ended it? Do you like him?” 

Time and time again he misses the point. 

“It’s you, Peter! I cannot believe I have to spell this out for you, the reason I broke up with you, is because of you. There’s no one else, and I’m sure you hope there is so you can point that blame on me, or them. You want to be the one that hurt so badly but you weren’t. You got exactly what you wanted, a commitment free fuck.” 

Peter stood up and backed away from you, “that wasn’t what I wanted and you know it.” 

You rubbed your forehead, “well, it wasn’t like you wanted more. Let’s give it a rest, Parker. Even broken up, it's the same argument.” 

He chews at his bottom lip, he knows what you’ll say, and this time he’ll do something about it. 

“What’s the argument?” 

It was a terribly kept secret, one you hadn’t spilled and one you think he already knew. But it was the real and true reason it ended. 

“I loved you and you didn’t.” 

Peter almost drops to his knees, loved? Past tense? As in no longer? He wanted you to say boyfriend, cause he’d say yes a million times over, but this just hurt him in ways he hasn’t before. 

“Loved? You loved me?” 

Blinking quickly, “I did.” 

“No! No, no, no. You can’t- you can’t say loved. I can fix this, I can make you love me again.” 

“Peter,” 

There’s a knock on the door but Peter shouts out, “no! I can fix this, please let me fix us.” 

You shake your head slowly, “Peter, I can’t go back to how this was.” 

“You won’t! We won’t, just… let me fix this. I can fix this, say you’ll let me fix it and I’ll leave.” 

“How are you going to fix it?” 

“Just say yes!” 

You shouldn’t have opened the door, because it’s hard to close it again. 

One last time. The last time you’ll ever let him in. 

“Okay. I’ll let you fix it.” 

Ethan is too confused at the pleading thank you Peter gives you as he leaves. 

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[milkywaydrabbles]

I'm the same fluff anon that I didn't know you could cook, now you think you can do something with the indication "I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies", we have to continue loving and caring for that great Dhampir, please?

A/N: Ahh this one is short, I couldn't think much for it but I'm always a sucker for fluff and I love Alucard sm so here you go. I hope you enjoy it anyways! Mwuah!

"I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies." x Alucard

Ugh.

Alucard couldn’t think of a single good thing to say about the day. It turned out to be longer and more difficult than he ever intended it to be. Finally trudging back home, the day simply had to shit on him even more before his boot got stuck in mud, nearly sucking the whole thing into the ground. Honestly, Alucard had half a mind of just leaving it there. He didn’t really need the boot anyways. Decided against it, he pulled it out and uncomfortably placed it back on his foot, squishing within the halls of his castle. He didn’t even call out to you, as he normally would, instead sneaking up the steps and going straight to bathing -- he’d clean up the boot marks later. His sweat and all the muck from the outside made his skin crawl, peeling off layers of clothing onto the bathroom floor to bathe. The water felt incredible, immediately soothing his aching muscles as he dipped in, relishing in the warmth. He’d be quick, just needed to scrub away today’s troubles...

-

Alucard in fact, was not quick.

He’d actually fallen asleep in the bath. Eyes shot open, scanning the room with a fright. How the hell did he fall asleep? It was difficult enough to sleep, let alone with you, and yet he’d completely dozed off. He wasn’t sure for how long, but there was still some sunlight when he got home and now it was terribly dark. Shit. He wondered if you even knew where he was, if you were scared for him, if you were waiting--

“Adrian, honey, are you awake now?” 

...Wait, huh?

He must have said that out loud, because he heard you giggle and walk over, kissing his forehead. “I saw you in here earlier, but you dozed off and I didn’t want to wake you...I checked up on you a few times, make sure you didn’t slip under.” You teased, combing his hair with your fingers. “Come on, pretty boy--you’re gonna get pruny.” As if he wasn’t already.

He really was still in a daze, not entirely sure what was going on--you just let him sleep? He must have been really out of it if he didn’t wake up to you walking in.. The dhampir sleepily dressed himself, and when he found you again immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Darling, you should have gotten me up, I could have helped with dinner.” He stifled a yawn, inhaling deep after--whatever you had made smelled delicious. And there was something...sweet, in the air. 

“Did you make dessert?”

You nodded, turning around in his arms and kissing his jaw, the closest bit to you. “I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies.” There was no way he could have been out for that long, that you could have made everything from scratch...right? “How did you--” “Just call it a woman’s intuition, you walked out of here this morning so grumpy...I made the batter earlier for tonight.”

It’s like you could read his mind.

He chuckled anyways, tightening his hold on you and swaying back and forth. “How you read me like a book, I’ll never understand my love. But I am very grateful for you, all the same.” You hummed, nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. “It’s my job to know you like the back of my hand. I’m your wife.” You teased, hands trailing up to caress his jaw, bringing him down to your level and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you dearly, never forget that.” You reminded him over and over again each day, and he silently thanked every god in the sky for bringing you to him.

“Now let’s have dinner, hm? Then we’ll have the cookies later.”

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[vinyldreamsfuckup]

I hate everybody (but you)

Warnings: smut, arguing, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), sub slash?, angst, squirting

If I missed anything let me know

Slash was really good at getting caught up in his own head. So when he told you he didn’t know if he was ready to be committed to you while out on tour with Guns and Aerosmith, it wasn’t surprising that he regretted it the next day. He woke up hungover and mad at himself.

When you woke up to a knock on your door you figured it would be the curly haired guitar player but you almost wished it wasn’t. Sure enough, Slash was standing there holding your favorite flowers and gently rocking on his feet when you opened the door. He was wearing his leather pants and a slightly see through red and black button up, which only half the buttons were actually done. He had his glasses hung on his necklaces and rings covering his fingers which tightly gripped the roses and chrysanthemums. He looked at you with a smile.

“Good morning,” he said with a bright smile. You crossed your arms across your chest. Your Aerosmith t-shirt covered your whole body.

“What are you doing?” You asked slightly annoyed. Not even 12 hours ago he was telling you he couldn’t commit to you and now he was standing in front of you. At least he brought flowers.

“Can I come in?” He asked, you could hear some nervousness in his voice. He fiddled gently with the stems of the flowers.

You sighed slightly, “Is that necessary?”

“Y/n, please. Just let me try to explain,” Slash responded. He brought a hand to the back of his head and scratched it slightly. You stepped back and gestured for him to come in. He took a step into the familiar apartment. You closed the door behind him and walked into the kitchen.

"Well start explaining then," You gently sighed as you began to make a pot of coffee. Slash stood there still holding the flowers. He gently cleared his throat.

"I'm an idiot," Slash started. I let out a laugh and looked at him. My back leaned against the counter, "I got all in my fucking head again and I just got all fucking jumbled. It doesn’t matter why what matters is it wasn’t true and I love you.”

“So you’re not going to go fuck every girl you see?” You said, harshness still lacing your voice. Slash took a step toward you.

“I don’t want anyone else but you,” Slash whispered down at you.

You scoffed, “Oh come on. How am I supposed to believe that?”

“At least take the flowers,” Slash whispered handing the flowers toward you. You reached your hand out and grabbed them and sniffed them, “I don’t care about any other women. I only care about you. I got in my head because I was worried you’d find someone better while you’re here and I’m gone.”

You looked up at him, “Better?”

Slash nodded, “Someone who could be here with you. Someone who could worship you every single day. I don’t know…someone who wasn’t gone half the fucking time.”

“Slash, I don’t want someone “better.” There is no one better,” You said setting the flowers on the counter behind you. Slash took a deep breath and set his hands on the counter trapping you between his arms.

“Let me make it up to you,” Slash whispered in your ear.

“You’ll have a lot of making up to do,” You said softly.

“Let me try,” Slash whispered and pressed a kiss to your neck. You grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees. Slash looked up at you and smirked slightly. You draped your leg on his shoulder.

“Take my underwear off,” you whispered. Slash’s fingers ran up your leg softly before hooking around the lace waistband of your underwear. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh as he gently started to pull the underwear down. He pulled your leg off his shoulder and let the black lace underwear fall to the floor. You hooked your leg back around his shoulder and pulled him closer to you.

“Let’s see just how much you really want to make up for what you did,” You whispered and he sighed softly before pressing another kiss to your thigh.

He slowly kissed further and further up before licking between your folds. A loud moan escaped your lips and your head fell back. He smiled against you and sped up his movements licking against your clit quickly before dipping his tongue into you.

“Oh my god…” You breathed out which caused him to speed up. He brought his fingers to you and licked against your clit. He groaned against you as he moved. Your leg hooked around his neck as your groaned.

“Slash…yes…” You moaned out. He increased his pace as he pushed his fingers into you and licked you like he was starved.

“That’s it, baby,” He mumbled as your body started to shake. Your hands tangled into his curls and he smiled. Your hips bucked against Slash’s face.

“Come on, baby. That’s it,” He mumbled and then gently sucked your clit.

“Slash…im close…” You breathed out. He increased the speed of his fingers until you squirted out onto his face. He gently licked through your folds as you came down.

“So pretty,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “So fucking pretty.”

You tried to catch your breath and pulled your leg down. Slash stood up and gently wiped you away from his face.

“Am I forgiven yet?” Slash asked leaning forward. You chuckled.

“Mmm…not yet. I think you still have more to do,” You said unconvincingly. Slash chuckled and picked you up.

“I love you,” he whispered as he walked toward your bedroom.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

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[appocalipse]

just you — steve harrington

summary: you and steve shared a kiss at a party, and it was supposed to be just that: a meaningless kiss. but now that you've got a date, steve is starting to see things a bit clearer... prompt: "tell me what you want" "you" ♥

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“Steve?” you say, unable to hide your bewilderment.

It's getting late and you have a date. Not with Steve Harrington, of course. But still, Steve Harrington is the one standing outside your door, looking as handsome as ever — bright eyes, dark jeans, perfect hair. It's some kind of punishment, it must be.

“Hi,” he says. "Can I come in?"

He looks nervous. On autopilot, you step to the side so he can come in and ask, “Is everything okay?” and, because it's Hawkins, you add, "Did something happen?"

Something equals problems from other dimensions, monsters, gates, planets in need of saving — the usual.

You close the door and Steve holds up both hands, a placating gesture. "No, no! It's okay- I mean…”

Your heart starts to race again. "Are the kids-"

"They're fine! That's not it."

About a week ago, you'd kissed Steve Harrington. It happened at a party — a stupid game, a couple of drinks, some unresolved feelings on your part…the damage was done.

You're thinking about it now because even though you both agreed to forget about the kiss, after that unexpected event all the silences shared with him took on a whole new meaning. It's an eternal 'is he thinking about the kiss?', 'did he like the kiss?' and the usual: 'did he regret the kiss?'.

“You look beautiful.”

You look at Steve and all you can think about is how your expression must look really, really silly right now — somewhere between embarrassment and nervousness, your inner teenager saying hello, I'm still not immune to Steve Harrington as much as I like to pretend I am.

He's looking at you as well, and your find comfort in the fact that he looks nervous too — you're dressed up for a date: you've chosen your best dress, your best jewelry, your best shoes. Steve has never seen you so lovely.

“I mean, you always look beautiful but-” he continues, scratching the back of his head, speaking very fast, “b-but tonight you're just, uh…stunning. Honestly.”

You bring your hand to the pendant around your neck and squeeze it lightly, lips parted in surprise, words a mess inside your mind and oh my God, here comes the awkward silence.

“Thanks.”

Thanks?

You try again. “You wanna tell me what you're-”

“Don’t go on that date.”

You'd sooner expect a gate to the Upside Down to open before your very eyes than this. “What?”

“I said don’t-”

“I heard you.”

“Then…please don’t go.”

Please? Is he real? Steve shouldn't be allowed to look like this and say please like that.

You fight the voice of reason in your head and try to keep your inner teenager from getting too excited with where this is going.

“Why not?” you ask.

“You know why not.”

I don't know shit, you want to say. The silence isn't even awkward now — it's overwhelming. The room seems way too tiny, Steve is too close, and you're feeling hot. And Jack could arrive at any moment —the icing on the cake.

“I- Do you-” pretty eloquent, you think, gesturing exasperatedly without even realizing it. It's a miracle you don't run your hand through your hair and ruin it entirely. “You can’t just-”

Steve wisely says nothing. He just stands there, slightly flushed, all too handsome. There's a small part of you that inexplicably wants to punch him in the face.

You sigh. “Tell me what you want,” you manage.

Steve responds as if he has the answer on the tip of his tongue, as if it's been there all along, as if it's obvious.

“You,” he whispers. There's a softness in his brown eyes, the usual gentleness, the usual affection, and you lose yourself deep enough that you don't notice the distance closing between you and him. He grows more confident, more sure of his words, his gaze never leaving yours, “You, I just want you.”

Steve takes another step and now he's close enough to touch you...so he does. He takes your face in his hands, firm but a little hesitating, testing the waters.

Your earrings dangle elegantly as you stare at him, dangerously close to short-circuiting. Steve watches as one of them taps against your cheek softly.

You could kiss him, you think. The heels you're wearing would make it so much easier. You could just lean over and...

Steve gently touches your lower lip with the pad of his thumb, eyes following the movement; a silent question. Your mind goes blank. You exhale through your mouth, lips now slightly parted. Your hands slide to his elbows, suddenly feeling the need to hold onto something as he inches closer.

Jack is a nice guy — he's always been kind to you, he's smart and very patient, handsome enough to attract a few glances now and then.

His only flaw is...he's not Steve.

And the only reason you agreed to go out with him is because you were trying to forget about Steve. Steve, Steve, Steve. It's always him. More unfair than standing Jack up would be going on a date with him for the wrong reasons.

You close the gap. To be honest, you don't think too much about what your doing; it kinda happens. And Steve certainly wasn't expecting it to happen like this either, because for a brief moment his entire body tenses up and he lets out a surprised gasp…but then he moves. You feel his smile against your mouth as he kisses you back, one hand leaving your face to move down to your lower back and bring you even closer, the kiss growing harder, more tempting, more certain.

You don't even notice you're moving until your back hits the wall and Steve presses you against it, chuckling into your mouth.

“Steve,” you gasp, the inexplicable urge to laugh suddenly washing over you. He tries to kiss you again but you're attempting to catch your breath, so you turn your head away and giggle. Steve kisses your neck instead, taking your waist into his hands. "I should call Jack," you remind him.

"Later?" he murmurs tentatively against your skin.

“It'll be just- oh. Ten minutes.”

One last kiss and he lets you go. You miss his touch right away.

But it's alright, you think. You have the entire night. Your entire lives.

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[ashwhowrites]

(i'm not sure if this is what you meant by sending this again so if this is wrong just let me know because i am a bit silly aklqkfkwlf)

would you ever consider writing about Eddie having to safeword/going through subdrop cause he thinks he's let his mommy down?? and obviously she takes her time loving on him and giving him cuddles and to make him feel better??? i'm a such a sucker for really soft aftercare scenes ashfakjkskfna but only if you'd be comfortable with that!! thank you!! ♡

( this is exactly what I meant, thank you very much! )

Like I could ever say no to bratty!Eddie. I hope this is what you wanted and were looking for <3

Eddie wasn't sure when the flip switched, he wasn't sure when he started to panic and his ears began to ring. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his chest was tight and his eyes were filling with water.

It was as if his brain was shut off, he couldn't think of a single word and he was desperately trying to remember their safe word. But did he want to say it? If he said it, it would make them stop and she'd be disappointed, wouldn't she?

He knew deep down that she would stop immediately, take him in her arms, and kiss his face. But his anxiety clouded his rational thinking. He was so stuck on her being disappointed that he couldn't get the job done, that he couldn't just finish what he knew he started.

But Mommy wasn't dumb, she could feel Eddie leaving the safe place they had and his body reacted away from her.

"Baby?" She repeated for the tenth time but he still hasn't said a word. She slid out of him, taking off the strap as she quickly turned his body to face her. Silent tears ran down his face as he was forced to look at her.

"Hey, shh, what's wrong?" She whispered, rubbing his chest in small circles as she tried to relax him.

"Red." He choked out, a pout on his lips as a sob made its way through. Just as he knew she would, she sat him up and wrapped her arms around him. Her hands ran through his hair and scratched his head lightly.

She didn't ask questions, just let him soak in her warmth as he cried against her naked chest.

The switch flipped back, he could feel his muscles relaxing, and all the air returned to his lungs. He sighed as her hands continued to scratch his head, his body falling into hers.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked quietly, she stayed completely still, making sure no movement set him off.

"I started to panic, but didn't want to disappoint you, Mommy." He said into her skin, pecking the wet skin softly when he finished his sentence.

She pulled away slightly, only to cup his jaw and look right into his eyes. He was scared to see anger, disappointment, and everything in between. But all he saw was warmth and love. She proved to him multiple times that he was always safe with her, yet, he was always surprised by how patient and caring she was.

"That's okay, we don't want you to panic, yeah? I want you to feel good and always enjoy what we are doing. And baby, you can never disappoint me, okay? Needing to stop is nothing to be ashamed of. Mommy loves you and I'll always want to take care of you." She said softly, kissing the tip of his nose as he smiled at her words.

"Thank you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her.

"How about we share a glass of chocolate milk and bake cookies?" She asked, immediately feeling relieved when Eddie's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.

His boyish smile turned huge as he practically bounced. "Love milk and cookie time."

She moved off his lap, telling him to stay still when she went to grab a towel. She cleaned him up softly and kissed him all over his skin. Praising him for how good he was for using his words.

He felt all the love wash over him, melting into his skin and hitting his bones.

He was always safe with her, his body, his heart, and his soul. She saw the darkest sides of him and brought a light to make her way through it.

She loved everything about it and he was happy she never seemed to mind reminding him.

Eddie was used to disappointing everyone, it was comforting to feel a love where disappointment didn't exist.

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[everlastlady]

Bloody Legend Part 6

✘- Author's Note: Hello! I'm so sorry that I forgot yesterday was Bloody Legend. So now I'm going to start writing Bloody Legend on Thursday so that I can have it done and posted on Friday. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘- Word Count: 2709.

✘- Story Contains: Beelzebub, Mammon, Alastor, Weight Shaming, Mammon being abusive 💔, panic attacks, exhausted reader, getting more into the reader's past, and lies.

✘- Parts: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

(Name) stepped out of the bathroom as they dried themself off. They had spent half of the day practicing their act. Mammon had them do a few repeats which ended up turning into a lot. His excuse was that the most important people of Hell would be there including Lucifer and his wife Lilith so Mammon wanted to make sure there were no mistakes or anything that could go wrong in the performance. (Name) let out a breath and sat down on the bed. That shower really made them feel relaxed, especially their muscles. They wiggled their into some dark green pajama pants that had yellow stars with a matching shirt. Still feeling nervous about what was about to come, they remember what Mammon said. (Name) was sure that they’ll do great. They were also excited to meet Mammon’s niece Charlie, (Name) wanted to also meet Lucifer and so many others at this grand opening. Even with feeling nervous there was excitement so they wouldn’t let their nervous feelings take over something that was going to be fun. They decided to take a nap until dinner, and would be ready also because those practices with Mammon always took a lot out of them. Once their head hit the pillow; they were in a deep slumber.

That when Mammon walked in - they didn’t wake up and laid there wrapped in blankets. “ Name)? “ Mammon whispered. He walked over quietly with a few jiggles coming from him because of the jester hat. He looked down to see that (Name) was sleeping peacefully while drooling. Mammon looked at (Name) for a couple of seconds before adjusting the blankets on them. He wanted to see if they could try on the outfits with him but he saw that they were asleep and didn’t want to disturb them. Besides he was sure that (Name) would look beautiful in the outfits. Mammon quietly backtracks out the room and closes the door behind himself. Mammon jumped when his phone started ringing, he quickly walked away from (Name’s) room while his phone lasted his ringtone. He looked down to see that Beezlebub was calling. “ BB! My favorite sin, what’s up? “ Mammon stood by the window looking up at the green moon. “ Heyy, I’m going to assume that our little business woman contacted you also? “ Bee said. “ Who? “ Mammon scratched his head in confusion. “ Charlie. Mam. “ Bee sighed. “ Oh! Yeah, she did contact me, she wanted (Name) for the grand opening. “ Mammon walked down the hall. “ Did she also contact you? “ Mammon said. “ She did, because who else is going to make sure she has the best food at the grand opening, too bad there will be no booze, that’s what the rules are and what she requested so, I’m trying to figure out what else I could bring. “ Bee said, sounding frustrated over the phone. “ Wonder what she’ll have Asmodeus bring, it’s not like that giant cuck could bring lube or sex toys. “ Mammon laughed while hitting the desk but Bee was quiet on the phone.

“ She actually requested for him to bring Fizzarolli, to perform since Fizz quit, Charlie decided to ask Oz to bring Fizzarolli and Oz agreed. “ Bee said, with a nervous laugh. Mammon stopped hitting the desk and right there wanting to crush his phone. He wasn’t mad at Charlie, no he could never be mad at his niece. He was mad over the fact that he would have to see Fizzarolli again, that he’ll have to see Fizzarolli and Asmodeus acting all lovey dovey since Asmodeus doesn’t care that everyone knows that he loves that imp. “ You okay Mam? “ Bee asked. “ Yes, I’m fine, I have to go, almost time for me and (Name) to eat. “ Mammon said. While trying to keep his cool. “ Alright, Mam well I’ll see you before the grand opening bye! “ Bee said. The call ended as Mammon yelled and threw his phone to the ground. He thought (Name) was going to be the only one to perform to have the spotlight all to themself. But no Fizzarolli was also going to be up on that stage. Why did he need to be up there; he already gets a lot of love from all the rings in Hell and that was only because Mammon made him famous. “ That shit can isn’t going to ruin this for (Name), I’ll make sure that (Name) out shines him. We need to practice and we need to practice now. “ Mammon stepped over his broken phone. He had plenty of new phones; he would be good. Mammon rushed past a servant. “ You’re greediness, dinner is ready! “ The servant called out. “ (Name) and I won't be eating until we are done with practice! . “

Mammon almost tripped and burst into (Name) room. “ (Name)! “ Mammon yelled and fell onto the floor. The noise shot (Name) straight awake in bed as they saw Mammon on the floor. “ Mon? Are you okay? “ (Name) asked, pulling the blankets off themself. Mammon quickly got off the floor. “ Come come, get your ass out of the bed. We are going to practice! “ Mammon harshly pulled (Name) from the bed. (Name) winced in pain and pulled away. “ We already practiced. I’m tired and need to rest, Rosemary talked about this with me and you. “ (Name) said, they were confused on why Mammon wanted them to practice again. “ Who cares what the doctor thinks, doctors are just greedy bastards who tell you false information on your body to milk you for every cent. Besides, she's a black market doctor so how much could she really know? “ Mammon said while placing his hands on his hips. “ Yeah, but their methods, the medicine, and vitamins have been helping, but sometimes I still feel physically weak. “ (Name) said, placing their hand over their chest.

“ Listen (Name), I’ve always known what’s best for you. I am always giving you the best. I know what’s best; so what I’m saying is let’s go practice. “ Mammon glared. “ Just know you aren’t going to be the only one on stage, Fizzarolli will be up there. He has way more fans and gets way more love then you, he’s a freakin bloody legend! “ Mammon said. (Name) stepped back and that sense of panic filled their body again, it felt their limbs were aching and that their breath was being sucked away, Mammon could see this and began to grin. “ Yeah…Yeah! Even though Fizzarolli quit, he still has many fans and people who look up to him. You barely met his status. He could outshine you at the grand opening. Imagine how many people will yawn or boo at your act, maybe Lucifer himself will find it a bore, but once Fizzarolli hits the stage so many people will cheer. “

Mammon laughed. (Name) hugged themselves and looked away tearing up, they didn’t understand why Mammon was talking to them like this. “ (Name), don’t you want to be a bloody legend? Don’t you want to surpass Fizzarolli, make your mother proud, and make me proud? “ Mammon leaned down to their level. He didn;t care that they were crying, who gives a fuck that (Name) was crying this is show business. “ Y-Yes, I want to be a bloody legend and make you proud… “ (Name) said, choking up. Mammon's devilish grin spreads across his face. He was satisfied with (Name’s) response. “ Great! Then let’s go practice so you can show up that Imp, no dinner until I feel like the crowd is screaming your name. “ Mammon offered his hand. “ Yes Mammon sir… “ (Name) took Mammon’s hand. The two walked down the hallway and disappeared into the large golden doors. (Name) spent many hours during the night practicing getting berated by Mammon if the greed king felt like the performance was off. “ Come on (Name), I’ve seen better acts from the rats in the streets. “ Mammon took some of the pasta he was in. (Name) stopped juggling. “ I’m feeling sluggish, maybe if I eat something then, I could feel more energized. “ (Name) said. Sitting down on the stage. “ No, remember what I said, no food until I feel like the crowd is screaming, besides you lose a few, gotta get you fitted into a new outfit. “ Mammon said, setting aside the plate. “ Different outfit, I thought we were matching…? I think my weight is find Mon. “ (Name) said, getting frustrated. “ Matching is not for us, you need an outfit that will make you stand out on stage, while I wear something to impress the others. Also your weight is eh… besides you could eat when we get to the grand opening until then, I’ll have the servants get you a special diet. “ Mammon said. “ Now get back on the stage. “ Mammon said, while crossing his legs.

(Name) looked down, shaking with rage. Why was he acting this way? Why was he being such an asshole, and shaming me. (Name) dug their nails into the palm of their hands. “ No… “ They said. Mammon laughed. “ Good one (Name) but no time for jokes, get on the stage. “ Mammon said. “ It’s not a joke, I’m serious and mean it! I’m not getting back on the stage, I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I’m sick of you acting like this, fuck you! “ (Name) yelled with tears in their eyes. Mammon’s eye twitched. He jumped down from his web. “ What did you just say… “ Mammon’s voice is laced with coldness. “ I said, fuck you! “ (Name) looked at Mammon in his eyes. Fizzarolli got away with bad mouthing him, he sure wasn’t going to let (Name) do the same. Mammon in a puff of green smoke and flashing, made (Name) close their eyes and cough. They open their eyes in horror to see Mammon in his actual form. Before they could step back. Mammon snatched them up and gave them a tight squeeze that made (Name) gasp in pain, they couldn’t even talk or tell Mammon to stop. “ Fizzarolli used to talk like that to me, but I’m not going to let you talk like that to me. I’m the king of greed, your boss who gave you and your mother everything so I damn some respect! “ Mammon gave another squeeze, (Name) let out another squeeze it felt like their ribs were about to break. “ But if you wanna be a little cunt, then I could let you go; take everything back. Drag your name through shit along with your mother, slander both of ya, that you won’t be able to ever get a gig. You’ll be poor without a penny to your name. And your mother will be disappointed in you, like already am. “ Mammon dropped (Name) who started wheezing and coughing. '' So the choice is yours, do you wanna go back to bed and know the next day you're out of here or do you want to get back on the stage and practice? “ Mammon looked down at (Name), the room was lit with just dark green lights and webs. (Name) felt a sense of dread, emptiness, and stress. The feeling of depression and anxiety painted their body. Even when exhaustion wore itself like a crown on top of (Name’s) head they still wanted to perform and not lose everything.

(Name) looked up at Mammon who stared back at them with a cold look waiting for an answer. “ I’ll get back on stage… “ (Name) got up. Mammon in smoke turned back to his smaller form. “ Good! I’m glad that you are finally understanding. “ Mammon cupped (Name’s) face. “ Now start from the beginning with you juggling. “ Mammon snapped his fingers and appeared on his web. (Name) their eyes and took a deep breath when they opened their eyes the room was back to normal it was much brighter and clean. (Name) went back on stage and continued on with practicing, pushing aside their fear, hunger, tiredness, and happiness. A sacrifice to become a bloody legend. (Name) was able to go to bed at 5 am. Stepping into the bathroom for a shower. (Name) undress and look in the mirror to see the bruises on their ribcage. Tears filled their eyes as they fell to their knees and cried. Sobbing their heart out, they wanted to call Verosika and Striker but they felt like they couldn’t so they sat there by the tub crying.

The day finally came tomorrow would be the grand opening for Hazbin Hotel. (Name) sat in the limo with Mammon who was on the phone with Charlie. “ Yes, Chars, we are on our way, uncle Mon got you an amazing gift for the grand opening tomorrow so make sure you wear it because it was expensive, made just for you. Love you, I’ll see you when we arrive. “ Mammon hung up the phone. (Name) looked down, they looked exhausted but Mammon fixed that with make-up. “ This will be fun, (Name) and remember don’t forget to smile. “ Mammon said, reaching over and forcing (Name) to look at him. (Name) forced a smile on their face and nodded. “ Of course, my smile is the best of my acts and features. “ (Name) said, laughing while trying not to pull away from Mammon. “ That's the spirit! I can’t wait to outshine Fizzarolli and impress Lucifer. “ Mammon sat back smirking. (Name) looked back down at the floor. They wish their mom was here, but Mammon said that (Name’s) mom would be too much of a distraction.

The limo stopped at the hotel. (Name) stepped out of the limo with Mammon. The citizens of Pride were yelling and screaming (Name’s) name and trying to get them to sign something for them. But Mammon had a rule, don’t sign unless they pay. (Name) gave some smiles and waves as Mammon rushed (Name) and him inside. “ That fucking cowboy Imp should have been in that limo with him, but wanted to ride with Mayday. “ Mammon rolled his eyes. “ Uncle Mon! “ A voice called out. You looked up the stairs to see the demon princess herself run down the stairs. Mammon pushed you aside. “ Charlie! “ Mammon held out his arms and hugged her. The two chatted up a storm of how they missed each other, Mammon talking about how big Charlie has gotten. (Name) watched for a while and stepped aside to get a better look at the hotel. They stared at the pictures on the wall that showed different beautiful views of the different rings of Hell. “ It’s quite a view isn’t it. “ A static voice said. (Name) turned around to meet him again. “ Alastor… “ (Name) said, smiling. “ (Name)! My look at you, you look absolutely stunning in that outfit, but I prefer it in red then green but either way you look lovely. “ Alastor lifted (Name) and placed a kiss. “ Thank you, so you were also invited to the grand opening? “ (Name) asked. “ Actually no, I’m part of the hotel between you and me. I don’t really believe in demons being redeemed but I decided to help the little rainbow princess with her goal. With her passion and my power, I’m sure this will be a fun adventure. “ Alastor laughed.

Interesting, (Name) thought, they didn’t expect the great overlord to be doing this. “ Do you miss me? “ Alastor asked while looking at the pictures. “ I don’t really think about it, I’m still mad at you… “ (Name) sighed. Alastor looked over at Mammon then back (Name). “ Does he know? “ Alastor asked.

(Name) shook their head. “ No one knows, my mother asked about you though, I told her that I couldn’t find you, I also had to make a few rides like bull riding and being born in Wrath. “ (Name) sighed. Alastor chuckled. “ Hiding your past just like I do, you know I still have our wedding rings. '' Alastor pulled out a red box from his pocket and opened it. Showing the two silver rings. “ Had them on me when I died. “ Alastor smirked. “ You were always good at cleaning up my messes and hiding the bodies when I had no time even to defend me when I die. ��� Alastor sighed. “ Mm, my mother still thanks you for keeping fresh meat in our restaurant. “ (Name) said. Alastor looked over at Mammon and then looked at (Name). “ Do you still remember how we met? “ Alastor asked while looking (Name).

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MALL DATE - FREDDY FREEMAN

PAIRINGS: FREDDY FREEMAN X READER

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Freddy, decided to take you out to the mall for a date, regretting the decision instantly.

WARNINGS: Swearing, kissing, buying stuff from claires.

You stood in your room, adjusting your makeup for the millionth time, you didn't know why you were anxious, all you knew, Freddy was almost-.

The door bell rings.

Scratch that, he's here. You quickly took your bag, making sure your hair is perfect. You had dyed it your favorite color before your date. Why? Why not, that's the question. You ran down your stairs, luckily your parents were asleep on the couch, meaning they couldn't embarrass you. It was a habit of them.

You open the door to be welcomed by Freddy's warm smile. He was wearing a white vest with red linings and a white undershirt. He had red classical pants and a red jacket. He stared at you for a second, placing his hand on your waist before giving you a kiss.

"So what do you have planned lover boy?" You ask your boyfriend, he smiled before giving you another kiss, you smiled as you remembered where you recognized the vest. You were out once and saw it in a shop, telling Freddy you loved it and that he should buy it since it would make him look very attractive.

"Maybe the mall, I know you wanted to buy some new clothes and stuff." He shrugged, you smiled at him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walked towards the subway station, causing him to groan. "THE SUBWAY?!"

"WE MISSED THE BUS!" You yelled back, he groaned one more time before walking down the steps, you help him walk down, using your card to let both of you in. "I take the Subway home everyday anyways."

"Not anymore, I'm walking you home because this is fucking disgusting, he's actually not wearing any shoes now." He said pointing at a man sitting on the bench, he wasn't wearing any shoes, you groan at your boyfriend, rolling your eyes.

"I'll give you a kiss if you shut up and entered the subway." You said as the subway approached, he stares at you for a second.

"Wait, for real?" He asked you, you nod, him instantly walking towards the Subway. You giggled as you entered the subway behind him, luckily it wasn't that packed as usual and you found seats. "NO!" Freddy yelled, he quickly walked towards you, placing his jacket down. "Now you can sit."

"Really?" You scoffed as you removed the jacket, sitting down. He gasped, sitting down beside you, placing his jacket around you. "I'm not cold."

"Well the creeps here don't know that!" Freddy yelled, you laughed at him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. You took out your headphones, giving one to Freddy, you played your favorite playlist. "I like your hair by the way, it's really uh, hot."

"Thanks Freddy." You smiled at him, resting your head on his shoulder, you hummed out the rhythm of Lovers Rock by Tv Girl, one of yours and Freddy's favorite songs.

You smiled as you arrived at the mall, it was. five minute walk between the subway and mall and Freddy was complaining about everything.

The subway was disgusting Y/n.

I'm hungry babe. NO I CAN NOT WAIT.

God, my legs are DYING!

The first thing you did as you arrived to the mall was walk over to the food court, buying Freddy some McNuggets and some fries. He ate them quickly smiling again once he finished. He fed you some of his nuggets and fries, you decided to eat sone Chinese food instead, forcing Freddy to try it.

"He can't be your favorite hero! Red hood is an anti-hero." Freddy argued.

"A hot one." You added, he stared you deep in the eyes, you took out your phone, showing him a photo of Jason todd.

"Okay maybe a hot one, but Nightwing will always be better, I mean did you see his ass in titans?" Freddy joked, you laughed, giving him some noodles to shut him up. You ate the rest of you lunch, talking about some of your favorite movies.

Once your food was done, you entered a few shops, the gap, H&M, Zara, Bershka, then you found a claires. You instantly smiled, dragging Freddy into it.

"Babe, I love you, but no." He instantly said as you showed him a matching necklace. It was pink descending into purple, having the letter 'B' on a half and 'FF' on the other. You pouted, making his eyes widen. "No, you can't guilt trip me into buying it, you still didn't give me a ki-."

You kissed him to shut him up, he lagged for a second, you laughed at his facial expression. He grabbed the necklaces, walked up to the cashier and bought it. You smiled, instantly wearing it and helping Freddy wear his. You both walked down to Jennifer, since it had a 50% off sale.

"Babe, we've been trying clothes for hours!" Freddy whined, sitting outside the changing room. He was on the ground, reading another comic book. He looked up to find you wearing a batman shirt. He smiled at it, smiled at you. It was Similar to the one he had at home.

"What do you think?" You asked him. He just smiled at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I love it." He said, smiling, you nodded your head at the boy, you walked back into the changing room, changing back to your clothes. You walk over to the cashier, placing down 3 shirts, the batman shirt included, and two jeans with a jacket. Just as you were taking out your card, Freddy had already given the cashier his card.

"Fred." You rolled your eyes at him, he took the bags and carried them for you. You tried to take the bags from him, to make it easier for him but he refused. You spotted a bakery at the mall, quickly dragging Freddy to it.

"Does that mean we get to sit down?" He asked you, you rolled your eyes at him, he placed the bags on a table, ordering you two some desserts. He then came back, and sat down in front of you. He held onto your hand, looking up at you. "I love you."

"I love you too." You answered, the waitress soon passes by to give you the desserts Freddy ordered. A brownie, with cookies and your favorite flavored cake. "I'm in love with you."

Freddy laughed, the waitress came back, with two chocolate milkshakes. Your smile widened, causing Freddy to smile more.

This will by far be one if your favorite dates.

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JAJSJSJDJSD HELL YEAH

Sanji with bff reader who's trying to be his wingman and failing pls (either because sanji is really bad at picking up ladies or the reader is horrendous at wingmanning, heck maybe even both, you decide)

Next Time: Sanji and Wingman Reader

Includes: Sanji , Male Reader , Strawhats

A / N: STOP I LOVE THIS. LOSERS BEING BESTIES FR !!! I hope u don't mind that I chose male reader. I don't write much of them and I want a variety :) enjoy ! Sorry it's short @@

"Cmon Sanji ! You got this ! Do what we rehearsed !" You gave him a thumbs up and a toothy grin. The blonde haired gentleman nodded in return as you took your place behind the door.

Another failed attempt , you assumed by the way his head was hung downwards. You walked over to him and patted his back gently. "It's okay , Ji. You'll get 'er next time !" You laughed and threw your arm around his muscular shoulder.

"Maybe I should try a different pickup line. What do ya got , Reader ?" He asked , grabbing a notepad from seemingly nowhere.

"Ooh ! Ooh ! How about this ! Pretend to spill a drink and be like 'I tripped over my feelings for you . . .' That's gotta win Nami over for sure !" You spun around and grabbed out a poster board.

"What about something about tangerines ? 'You heart is as sweet and sour as a Tangerine' as you kiss her hand. That's gotta make her swoon !" The fact that both of you were so bad at picking up women honestly made the crew feel a bit bad. Why Sanji listened to your advice , the world will never know.

"How about for Robin - Chwan !" He said , spinning as he spoke of the dark haired diva. You placed a finger to your chin , deep in thought. Maybe a dark pun ? Maybe a history pun ? Before you could think , you spoke.

"Ooh ! How about 'you stole my heart like Doflamingo stole Dressrosa . . .' Thats gotta woo her !" You jumped up and down and smiled widely. "What if I gave her something as I said that ?? Or you could help me trip for the pick up line with Nami - Swan !" Sanji rambled as he swirled around , a love tornado of lust was what he was.

"Ooh ! Great idea !! You're so smart !!" Sanji closed his notepad and you both walked over to the ginger. She raised an eyebrow and you pushed Sanji , fake acting like you did it by accident. "Oh no ! I'm sooo sorry Sanji !" You snickered , watching as he fell to his strong knees.

"I tripped over my love for you , mademoiselle . . ~" He spoke smoothly , a perverted grin on his pale face. Nami picked up the book she was reading and smacked both of you in the head.

"That one sucked ! At least be mote creative !" With that , she stomped away and left the both of you with massive bumps on your heads. You both groaned and sat up.

"Fuck , another failure. I'm sorry , Ji. I'll figure somethin' out." You scratched your aching head snd looked sadly at the devastated cook. "Maybe you just haven't met the right girl ! Try flirting when we get to the next island !"

Your suggestion didn't go unheard. As you approached an island to restock supplies , you snd Sanji ran out to the nearest bar. "Try buying her a drink and saying she's as sweet as it ! Or I could spill it on you and you could say your love for her spilled over you !" You suggested as the both of you dashed to the nearest bar.

"Yeahh !! I got this !!"

He does not got it. You spilled the drink and it got ALL over his slacks and the ground. You both ended up being kicked out for causing a disturbance and made all the women laugh at yalls failed attempt at seducing a possible suitor.

You both walked out , dejected at the last failed attempt. You sighed dramatically and fell to the ground. "I'm sorry , Ji ! Next time !"

Next time. How many more 'next time's can he take ? You both were seemingly made to be best friends. One horrendous at flirting and the other horrendous at wingmanning. Next time , next time , next time. Would there be a next time ?

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