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dakotalun · 9 months

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"Stay" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: You go out with the older kids to celebrate but the night ends with you in Eddie's arms.

warnings: fluff

word count: 1.7k

a/n: Been a while but I finished this last night when I couldn't sleep. Just a little something that I thought would be cute to see.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Hanging out with the guys on a Saturday night is always fun. It’s even better if something really big happens, they get ten times louder and ten times drunker. Tonight specifically is to celebrate Eddie, Steve, Nancy and Robin all graduating. The barkeep comes to your tables and tells you he’ll be closing in a few minutes, so we need to start leaving. The guys whine because their fun is being cut short, but they obey anyway.

They down the rest of their drinks and start closing out the long tab they accumulated over the night. Nancy, Robin and Steve are talking to each other when you walk over to them, “Hey guys, tonight was fun. Thanks for inviting me,” You give them a smile.

Steve turns and looks at you smiling, “Oh it’s no problem, we love having you here. The more the merrier.” He sends you a radiant yet drunken smile. You chuckle at his expression.

“Alright I think I’m going to head home now, see you guys later,” But just before you can get too far away, Nancy walks up behind you and stops you.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Nothing, I mean maybe a shot or two but that’s it. Why?” You look at her with concern.

“Because Robin and I are going to Steve’s place after we leave but Eddie shouldn’t go. He is way too drunk already, he’s damn near passed out right now,” She turns to the three of them sitting at the table, “Eddie drove Steve here and he is clearly in no shape to drive, do you think you could take him back home?” You take another look back at Eddie thinking it was stupid of him to drive here in the first place but quickly get over it.

“Yeah of course, I’ll just need his keys.”

“Great! You are a lifesaver!” Nance and you walk back over to the group sitting down. Steve is trying to get Eddie out of the chair while Robin looks for his keys. Once she finds them she hands them to you and assists Steve and Nancy in getting Eddie out of the building.

The five of you walk out and head to Eddie’s car. They put Eddie in the passenger’s side and shut the door carefully.

“Thanks again for helping him out. We owe you big time,” Steve says, giving you a big hug.

“It’s no problem, really. I’m happy to help,” You open the driver’s side door and put your bag down on the seat.

“You think you can get him inside by yourself? He’s pretty heavy,” Robin asks concernedly.

“Yeah it should be fine, I’ll force him to walk inside himself if I have to,” You share a quick laugh before hugging goodbye and heading your separate ways.

Driving to Eddie’s house wasn’t that bad, since it was super late there were barely any cars on the streets. The sound of Bowie softly flitting through the speakers as you focus on the road. Eddie is slouched in the other seat, mouth open and neck cocked back. Soft snores coming from his mouth, it’s quite peaceful. Once you reach his trailer you hop out the car and run over to his side to help him get inside.

“Hey buddy,” You wrap your arms around him and sling one of his over your shoulder, “Let’s get you inside, huh?” With all your strength you lift him out of the car and start heading up towards the front door. Although he’s a fairly skinny the man weighs a lot, it doesn’t help that he is barely conscious to help with the moving. Nevertheless you guys make it up the steps to his place and safely land in his living room.

“Alright,” You sit him down on the couch, “I’m gonna get you some water.” You run to the kitchenette and return with a glass of water and some pain killers because you know he’s gonna need those when he wakes up more later on.

Eddie leans back, getting deeper into the couch cushions. “God what a night,” He exhales, looking up at the ceiling, “That was one of the best, am I right?” He turns to look at you, only his head turns the opposite direction.

“Over here buddy,” You wave your hand in front of him to get his attention.

“Huh,” He turns the other way, finally looking at you, “Oh, ha. Hey, what are you doing here?”

You give him a confused look because you had literally been the one to bring him here, “Um, I brought you here from the bar. Damn you must be really drunk if you don’t remember that,” He just stares at you, not moving, or saying a word. You don’t even think you notice him blinking. “Well, I should be heading home now. It was so fun, hanging out with you guys today. We need to do it more often, preferably with you less drunk,” You smile at him and start towards the door.

“Wait,” Eddie quickly grabs your arm and pulls you back towards him, “Why are you going?”

“I have work tomorrow,” You turn your head to face him, “And you need sleep.” He just looks up at you like that was the worst lie he has ever heard, granted it looks more like disgust.

“Come on. Stay,” You fully turn back to him and see that his face is lowered and shows a hint of sadness. You sigh but ultimately sit down next to him on the couch.

“Fine but can we please get you out of these clothes? It can’t be comfortable in those jeans.”

He groans at you and flops his head back on the arm of the couch, “No I’m good. Just gonna,” He grabs a pillow from beside him and cuddles it into his arms, “Sleep right here.”

“Really? You sure you wouldn’t rather sleep in your big, nice, comfy bed? It’s got blankets and big soft pillows.” You’re trying to coax him off the couch so that when Wayne gets back he’ll have a place to sleep instead of that recliner they still call a chair.

Eddie just groans at you and squeezes the pillow tighter, curling into the fetal position as best as possible on this tiny couch. You roll your eyes at him but leave him be, grabbing the remote from the table and flicking on the tv. Eddie’s eyes are barely open as the movie that was previously playing continues on, the screams of people getting chased by Freddy somehow calming and soothing him into sleep.

You smile at him, the look of peace he has on his face one you rarely see. It looks good on him. You sit silently on your side of the couch while the movie plays, watching both it and Eddie to make sure he doesn’t puke all over himself at some point.

The movie ends and you get up to switch to another one, Eddie shifts in his sleep before opening his eyes to see you in front of him hunched over looking for the next movie to watch. He doesn’t move or say anything, just stares at you, the way your hair falls into your face and you pull it back behind your ear, the curve of your back that leads to your amazing ass. Eddie knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this but how can he not when you are one of the most beautiful people he’s ever seen?

You make your choice andplace it into the DVR, turning around to resume your position on the couch you notice Eddie’s awake now and staring at you.

“Hey sleepyhead,” You say with a smile on your face.

“Mmm,” He hums back, eyes still half lidded.

“Still wanna sleep on the couch?”

“Mhmm.” He stretches out and lays across the entire thing, taking up your spot in the process.

“Now Ed, if you lay like that where will I sit? On the floor?” You’re joking with him knowing he can barely register the words coming out of your mouth.

Eddie just responds by opening his arm as if for a sideways hug, “Just lay down with me.”

You eye him from your spot a few feet away. Eddie has always been a flirty guy, he flirts with you and your friends all the time, but means nothing by it. But right now you can’t help but to think that these thoughts and actions aren’t just because he’s drunk.

You sigh and head over to him, laying down in his arms, facing the tv and pressing play on the movie. You and Eddie lay like that, cuddled up, watching a movie until sleep takes over the both of you. The feeling of Eddie’s arms wrapped around you and the heat from his body helping you drift off.

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Wayne parks his truck in front of his trailer home and gets out, groaning in the process at the pain he feels in his lower back. He can’t wait to get inside, shower and take a nice nap on the couch. Sometimes he wishes he took the bedroom just so he could have a proper bed to lay in but he loved Eddie more than his old joints so he gave it up.

Upon opening the door Wayne is surprised to hear that the tv is on because Eddie typically turns it off before heading to bed, but then he sees it. Eddie sleeping soundly on the couch, with you curled up in his arms. A smile is pasted on both of your faces, soft and content.

Wayne can’t help but smile at the sight too. He knows that Eddie has a crush on you, even if the boy hasn’t told him directly. Seeing the two of you together warms his heart even if it is only a one time thing. He enters the house fully, shucking his outer clothing and shoes before heading to the bathroom to shower off the dirt and grime from his job.

When Eddie wakes up and notices you still there with him he will be so dumbfounded that he will have no clue what to do, which means Wayne will get a ton of questions revolving the subject but never actually touching it. He just wishes that that boy would make a move and spare him the pain of listening to Eddie fumble over his words asking for advice.

#eddie stranger things #munson #eddie munson #eddie my love #eddie my beloved #female reader #oneshot #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things season 4 #eddie x reader

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shmolish · 19 days

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*falls through your celling again*

I know you already did jealous shadow milk BUT I OFFER YOU THIS

Yandere shadow milk pls

Could be just hcs or sthm idc I JUST LOVE TUMBLRS DIFFERENT TAKES ON IT HCJDHDJFHF

AN: Yanderes <3 and I think this is before he got sealed, but after the corruption. (ALSO MY CEILING! FIRST MY DOOR, NOW THIS-)

Also, I'm def gonna make another one of these yan fics, just wait guys ♡

Yan! Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader

Oneshot (headcanons below)

Warnings: possessiveness, Manipulation, guilt tripping, toxic relationship, mentions of murder

-Only Me-

If only you could rewind time.

Back to the time where your lover wasn't crazy. Where he didn't have this unquenchable bloodlust, and where he didn't obsess over you.

The attention was nice at first, but it's long since become suffocating.

When will he finally let you breathe again?

Probably never. You'll die before he does, so this is probably going to go on until the day of your death.

What'll happen when you die? How will he handle it?

He can barely handle you leaving him for over an hour. There's no way he can handle you leaving forever, and to a place that, for once in his life, is unreachable to him.

He may still be alive after that, but maybe he'll finally stop 'living'.

He'll just exist.

"Dove, I'm back!" Called out an enthusiastic voice.

It would seem that Shadow Milk Cookie has finally returned.

You used to rejoice to the sound of his voice.

Where has all of the joy gone?

"Welcome back," you responded.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a palm on your cheek, gazing with admiration towards your features.

"Oh dove, you truely are the only good in this rotten world~" He left a kiss on your forehead before returning to admiring you silently.

It would have felt nice.

This should have felt nice.

But it didn't.

"Um, I've been thinking about something, actually.." You'd bring up nervously.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I can maybe... leave this tower? Only for a little while?"

...

A silence filled the room before Shadow Milk Cookie started to snicker.

"Oh doll, you can't be serious! Why would you ever want to leave this place?" He gave you a condescending smile, hoping to feign even the slightest bit of ignorance or innocence.

"I've just been here for a long time. That's all.." You'd say.

"Don't be silly~ If you leave, then the outside world will destroy your perfect, delicate self. And you know I can't have my dolls breaking." He just kept staring at you with that sweet, sweet smile.

"But-"

"Oh, I get it. You're just leaving because you've gotten bored of me. Is that it?" His smile faded and was replaced with an uncaring glare.

"That's not what I meant.."

"You're so selfish, you know? I give you a nice place away from all of the chaos to keep you safe, I'm constantly giving you my attention, and now you want to leave me." He let go of you and looked away, a scowl present on his face.

"I never said I wanted to leave you!"

"If you loved me, you'd stay here with me, and not put up a fight about wanting to leave."

So that's how it is...

Such a shame that he could get you to obey him so easily.

Leading you on with your own love.

"Sorry, I won't ask about it again..." you looked towards the ground, a guilt seeping into your heart, even though none of this was really your fault.

"Say you love me, and only me."

...

"I love only you."

He placed a finger under your chin and made you look up to him.

The smile he always held was back, as if it never disappeared in the first place.

"Yep! Only me!"

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons

Obsessed.

That's really the only word to describe him

Burns down towns and kills people 'in your name'.

You've hinted that you don't appreciate the actions

He never gets the hint, and if he does, he ignores them

Uses your love for him against you

Guilt trips you into agreeing with him a lot of the time

Has come home covered in blood numerous times

Acts like it's insignificant

Loves seeing you cry

He thinks it's cute, but he'll still 'comfort' you in way

Will wipe his bloodied hands on your face and whisk your tears away

Holds you close to him, even when he's the problem

Never gives you space

Sometimes you wish the old him

You told him about it and he just laughed

Talks to everyone about you, but if they say your name, he kills them instantly

Thinks your name doesn't deserve to be spoken by people like them

If you ever died he'd probably lose it

You're his lifeline

It's... really not healthy.

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suckerforcate · 1 year

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A little too much Alcohol Pt.2

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 746

Warning: none

A/n: Part 1, this might be shit, sorry. I wrote half of it at the airport and the other half in a Pub. Also I'm so sorry for the lack of fanfics atm, I have so much to do!😭

Waking up, you immediately felt like someone was trying to drill through your head. Thankful for the glass of water at your side, you gulped it down in one. The sunlight that fell through your window made your head sting, and you hastily pulled the curtains close.

Today wouldn't be too active. You just wished to stay in bed and sleep through your immense hangover. No matter how hard you tried, the memory of the last evening didn't seem to come. Instead, your headache just seemed to get worse, so you gave up and crawled back into bed.

You had nearly drifted back to sleep as you heard someone open the door. The steps were light and yet firm. You immediately recognised them as Brienne's. Feeling safe with her, you stayed in your current position. Back turned towards her, nuzzled into the sheets. You felt the bed dip down a little as she sat down and soon a warm, soft hand stroked your shoulder. She lightly pulled at your shoulder, as to make you turn to face her. You obeyed.

Brienne smiled at you warmly, leaning down a bit to place a soft kiss on your lips.

"Morning, little Chatterbox." You hid your face under the covers, embarrassed. You had already assumed, that you had talked a lot. Probably a lot of embarrassing and stupid stuff. You always did when you were drunk. Which didn't often happen, which explains why you had never been this drunk. So you imagined it must have been horrible. Like someone vomiting words.

"What did I say?" You mumbled through the fabric, peaking over it with one eye.

"It's nothing- just..." you could see Brienne was searching for words, that didn't happen often. And she was lying, which also didn't happen often. What on earth had you done?

"Brienne, I know you're lying. Spit it out." You sat up straight, looking at her seriously. Why was she so strange about this matter? You could imagine having said anything hurtful. Because: drunken words are sober thoughts. And you had never, ever had one bad thought about Brienne.

Brienne saw the panic in your eyes, and however hard it was for her to understand why. She knew you never wanted to hurt her.

"It wasn't anything bad, don't worry. It's just-" She sighed, looking down a little embarrassed herself.

"You said that I was really tall. And then- you didn't realise you were talking to me- then I thought you would say something insulting, but... You said it was hot." She nearly whispered the last part, and you had to lean in a little to understand her. Taken aback, you lean against the headboard. Staring at her, you tried really hard to keep your laugh in, and failed miserably. A deep, throaty laugh escaped you as your head fell against the wall.

Brienne was too stunned to speak, her eyebrows furrowed a bit. You quickly grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I'm sorry, Brienne. But that's not what I expected, I thought I had insulted you or- I don't know. That's just the blant truth." Her eyes shot up, looking at you surprised.

"Oh, don't look so confused. I thought you knew. I love it when you tower over me, it's so hot, and it makes my knees go weak. Honestly, you can't be so oblivious." Brienne shyly looked at you. The revelation hit you like a truck. Right in the face. She was. She absolutely was that oblivious.

Leaning forward a little, you tilted her chin up. You cupped her cheek and pulled her closer to you. Her lips on yours erupted butterflies in your stomach. It was one of those kisses that could make you nervous and shy, even if you had been married for twenty years.

Slightly pulling back, you leaned your forehead against hers. Her eyes were shut, her breathing was ragged. You knew she was on the verge of tears.

"Brienne, my beautiful girl. I always thought you knew how mesmerised I am by you. I don't just think you're beautiful, you make my heart skip, my breath hitch. I never want you to second guess how much I love you and how stunning I think you are. Understand?" A single tear escaped and ran down Brienne's cheek. You gently brushed it away, and placed your lips on hers.

"And now, lay down and keep quiet. I have the headache of a century." Brienne lightly chuckled and obliged.

Tag List: @thoroughly--confused, @danveration

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth #got #game of thrones

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months

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I really live the idea of the twst anime just showing random things that happen with the characters that we don't see in the main story, the obey me anime did that too and I think it was for the best! I would also like to see some events played put in the anime bc I think it would be fun to see some of them in a form other than the game! that would give us a chance to maybe see some different places other than nrc too! I think the masquerade event might be too big for one episode of the anime but it would be really cool to see it animated. I also want to see najma, cheka and some other family/friends that we either have seen little of or haven't met before (deuces mom and malleus grandma! the leech parents! azuls family??? SEBEKS MOM AND DAD??) they don't have to play a big part in it, just little bits with them if the anime is focusing on certain characters each episode

[Referencing this post!]

In talks of the TWST anime (which we still don't have a lot of details about), I do often hear comparisons made to Obey Me, which got an anime adaptation that focused not on the main story but on the daily lives and stupid shenanigans of the characters. As I mentioned before, I would prefer if TWST went this route for its anime rather than repeating the main story for (what is it now?) a 4th time (game, manga, light novel, now anime).

The main story is fine and all, but to me each retelling barely adds anything new to the actual plot (even if the Yuu is changed up), and I'm personally not all that invested in them when they don't play an active role for half of the story. I feel like the art form of animation could be much better utilized to explore things not tackled in the manga or the light novel: new locations, new characters, new lore. It could even be adaptations of the less serious conflicts in events or vignettes! This would get newcomers introduced to TWST without spoiling the main story while also providing fanservice to preexisting fans. There's just so much of TWST not touched upon outside of the game, and I think that's a real shame because Twisted Wonderland has very interesting places, cultures, and people! I personally want to see more of the characters interacting and more of the world in the anime rather than the episodes trying to shoehorn Yuu into scenes they don't necessarily have anything to do in. (That's honestly a lot of the gripes I have with Yuu; their presence oftentimes feels contrived and lacking 💦 and I feel like this issue will become extremely apparent in animation unless Yuu is changed significantly and actually given things to do where game!Yuu did not (ie during battles, in book 5, etc.)) I definitely feel like my interests are more aligned with learning more about the 22 boys in the main cast and their relationships and families. Maybe we could have an episode or two dedicated to just how their friends/families reacted to them being accepted into THE Night Raven College! The anime certainly sounds like a faster way to see the family members of the boys over waiting for them to be introduced to us one by one in randomly placed hometown events 😅 I just want something more slow-paced and character focused, time to take in the scenery and how the characters act around each other... not, "Oh gee. Fancy that, starting with Heartslabyul all over again."

In regards to Glorious Masquerade, I do think it would be possible to cram everything into one episode's run time (especially if you condense the boys exploring the City of Flowers into a quick montage), but I don't think it would be paced too well. To be safe, it could take place over the span of a few episodes, maybe 2 (with part 1 being the pre-crimson flower phase and part 2 being the post-crimson flower phase).

#twst anime #twisted wonderland anime #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #spoilers #Obey Me

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erogenousmind · 1 year

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One Last Time

I’m...I’m going to miss this,“ Sonya said. She couldn’t bring herself to look Daniel in the eye at the moment. “But I’m really glad we get to have this right now. I’ll be looking back on it a lot. So I just...thank you. For everything.”

She could feel the heat in her cheeks. She didn’t normally get this embarrassed or feel this awkward talking to Daniel, but something about saying good bye brought the reality of how they had spent their time together into focus. So much of it had seemed like a dream. So much of it she could simply get lost in and let it happen. But seeing it come to an end, it became more real somehow. What they had done. What she had done for him. What she had been for him. What he had made her feel. How could she not blush?

Daniel smiled at her even as she kept casting her gaze down. She was quite cute when she was flustered. “I’ve been thinking,” he answered, calmly. “Maybe this doesn’t have to end.”

Now Sonya met his gaze. “We’ve talked about this, Mas...” She caught herself. The title came so naturally now. It felt so good to say. It made her feel like she was exactly where she was supposed to be. But this wasn’t the time. “We can’t keep doing this, Dan.” His name felt so foreign on her lips, though they had spoken daily for weeks. “Life just isn’t going to allow me the chance to go into trance for you anymore. I know we wish we cou--”

A finger to her lips silenced Sonya instantly. She could feel the conditioned response turning over in her mind. Reminding her of her place. Of how good it felt to surrender. Of how helpless she was. How much she needed to obey. Her thighs squeezed together for a moment, her face flushing for a different reason.

“I know, pet...Sonya. I know.” Her name sounded as odd as his had felt. How curious that their intimacy had surpassed their names entirely. “I’m not going to be able to drop you whenever I want anymore. You aren’t going to be able to slip into trance.” Daniel smiled, looking wonderfully mischievous. “So I thought you could just stay in trance this time. I can take you deep, and you can stay there.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Sonja stuttered.

“You don’t need to come back up ever again. You might have moments, hours, even days where you are able to pretend. When you can fool the world into thinking you are not deeply hypnotized. But you’ll know the truth. Underneath it all, you’ll be lost in trance. Your eyes will glaze over the moment you are alone again. My voice will always be in your head. Every action, every thought will be the result of my suggestions. I’ll be deep inside you and you will take me with you wherever you go.” Daniel watched Sonya intently as he spoke, reading her body language, watching her unconscious cues.

“I’ll always be hypnotized?” She swallowed slowly, contemplating his words. “Never be fully awake again?”

“We know how capable you are of following commands even deep in trance. Your subconscious will continue to keep you safe. You will be able to live the life you want, the way you wanted. You will also be my deeply hypnotized thrall. Feeling the pleasure of my control. Feeling the lightness of submission. Of surrendering yourself to that feeling from the moment you wake to the moment you fall asleep. Day after day.”

“You-you can do that?” Sonja was stunned.

“You can. You let me in so deep, just like we have trained you to do. You let your focus narrow until all you hear is my words. They pull you down deeper and deeper, your mind going completely blank, my will filling your mind, until there is nothing left but the wonderful bliss of trance. And then my words never leave. You never need to come back up. Because you are so talented and capable of surrendering so completely for me.” Daniel made it sound like the most natural, easiest thing in the world.

“I-I don’t know what to say,”

Daniel chuckled. “And that’s why we are doing this for you. You always prefer when I make the decisions. So it’s going to happen, right now. You are going to look right here...that’s my good girl. Already so focused. Ready to let go. Notice your breathing. Notice how my words make you feel. How already your thoughts feel so sluggish. It’s so hard for them to keep up. So you let me think for you. You let my words into your mind. You feel them caress those slow thoughts away. As you drop for me now, pet. As you slip away into trance one last time.”

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writemanjiro · 2 years

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄

: ̗̀➛ prompt: write a scene with your characters that takes place in a hospital

: ̗̀➛ note: the prompt for this week is hospital! Very vague, I know, but there's a lot that we can do with this. Maybe one of your characters are sick or injured, waiting to find out if they're pregnant or not, giving birth to their first child, visiting a character or family member that is about to pass away, or maybe they just work at a hospital. I went with the latter in this post. And yes, I went a few words over the 500 word limit, but its fine. I tried to reduce it, but for some reason it only got longer so I just gave up NFEKAF. Please remember that you can participate in writing for these weekly prompts that I write for by either commenting under this post, tagging me in your own story for the prompt, sending your story to me through my asks, or writing your story through a reblog! I'd love to see what you guys come up with! All fandoms are welcome to participate, whether you follow me or not! I hope you enjoy :D.

You were heading back to the emergency room from your lunch break when you noticed a change in the air. It was unusually quiet in the ER despite the large number of patients that were weirdly all sitting in one half of the waiting room. Your eyes wandered to the other half, stopping on the familiar form of your husband, Mikey.

The notorious Mikey; everyone knew who he was as he was feared by many. They were also aware of your relationship with the dangerous man, hence why they usually never bothered you at work. You had full freedom to be a nurse that helped as many patients as possible without anyone holding you back–you really had no complaints.

“Mikey!” You happily acknowledge your husband whose dark face softens at the sound of your voice. Your smile quickly falls though as you take in the state he’s in. He’s covered in blood with cuts on his knuckles and face.

“Come,” you order him to follow you and he obeys. You’re the only one who can get Mikey to obey your every command. Anyone else would be silly to think that they could get away with ordering the Commander around like that.

“What on earth happened?” You ask in concern as soon as you’re in one of the empty examination rooms.

“Hm? Oh this? It’s not my blood, don't worry. I just have a few scrapes. If my beautiful wife could just clean them up for me…” His usual dark eyes lighten as they address you as a warm smile graces his features–a sight only you had the privilege of beholding.

Of course you’re relieved to know that the blood wasn’t his, but you can’t help but worry and wonder what caused such an altercation to occur. You knew Mikey wouldn’t hurt anyone without justification, but the whole gang thing was something you still weren’t completely used to even though you were married to the man who was Commander of said gang. He never got you involved, meaning all your questions were usually thrown under the rug. The closest you got to his gang was meeting his members who all swore to keep you safe–Mikey’s orders.

“Well…I’m glad you’re okay,” you mumble, getting to work as you gently clean up his wounds.

Your husband's smile fades a bit and raises his now bandaged hand to caress your face, “I know you wanna know what happened babe, but the more I tell you, the more danger that puts you in. I just…really needed to see you tonight after everything. I promise I’m okay. When I can truly ensure your safety, I swear I’ll let you in on everything. Okay?”

Of course he could read right through you. Despite the danger that came with being with Mikey, whose warmth you leaned into instinctively, you couldn’t care what befell you. You were so hopelessly in love with your husband that you had full trust that everything would be okay. You’d keep him safe with whatever power and abilities you had as a nurse just like he kept you safe everyday.

“Alright, I’m just glad you’re okay,” you press a kiss to his swollen lips, making him smile as he leans further into you, deepening the kiss.

No one would be stupid enough to bother you both as you continue to kiss every bandaged cut on Mikey’s face.

posted: 9/13/22

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amuseoffyre · 2 years

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Hi! Um, a question. I'm under the impression Izzy is literate, but I don't know where/if this is mentioned, and can't easily go and check. If he is, this adds another dimension to the class politics going on, since it suggests that he was in a position to receive at least that much education, either growing up or in later life.

So I have many theories re. Izzy and the biggest one sitting in my brain is that he was definitely involved with 'society' as a whole for a while. This comes from the fact that he knows what retirement is when Ed, who has been working class and piratical all his life, has never heard of the concept. It's like the rest of the crew when Stede suggests a vacation - this is something beyond the experience and knowledge of the working class people on his ship because only the poshos would Vacate to the country.

He definitely wasn't mixing with the upper echelons so my thinking is that he was either involved in the Navy or in one of the trading companies working the seas at the time. There were many and people from all classes would end up working on them. But especially lower-class people because it was one of the biggest businesses especially for cities in the north. Liverpool's port was one of the biggest in the north west of England at the time.

I'm mostly inclined to assume Navy because of some of his mannerisms and his behaviour. I don't think he was press-ganged into it, but I do think it would have been a job taken out of necessity and he would have started on the lowest rung of the ladder.

The trouble with being working class is that you can only get so far and no matter how far you go, the officers are almost always gentlemen and the show demonstrates what some of them are like. If they were so terrible to people of their own class, you can imagine how they would treat a Jolly-Jump-Up, if someone ever made it up through the ranks.

Literacy was a definite boundary for gaining ranks as well and while we see Izzy in Stede's library ("a perverse use of space") and flicking through his books in episode 10, I don't know if he can canonically read.

Another thing that supports my Naval theory. Yes, it's all in black, but he's also the only other member of either of the crews who is consistently dressed in more formal clothing: a collared shirt that fastens all the way up, a waistcoat, sleeve cuffs to add shape to his sleeves and most significantly, his neckerchief/cravat.

I've had a poke through some contemporary paintings and museum websites and a lot of the images show a lot of sailors with a black scarf or neckerchief. It makes me think he spent long enough in a place where he had to dress uniformly that it became habit and even when he became a pirate, it's a habit he didn't break.

It would also explain a lot about the way he runs Blackbeard's crew. He barks orders like a military officer. He demands to know logistics and tactical information. He expects orders to be obeyed. He has a very clear idea of how a victor is supposed to behave and how a subdued enemy is meant to behave.

I also have a whole sub-theory about his especial disdain for rich posh twats because of the ring he wears at his throat, looped around the knot of his neckerchief. Not least because when he's trying to persuade Ed to finish Stede off, he frames it like a mercy killing, to "end it quick", rather than "destroying yourself over that twat", "this is a humane way of ending it, it's quick, it's clean".

The fact he sells himself out to the British Navy? Absolutely the icing on the cake. He will sell himself to the empire he hates to save Ed from this one froofy little imbecile on his fancy twat ship. He even says to Ed “do you really want to lick the king’s boots?” when he has signed up to do exactly the same thing to get Bonnet safely dead and away from Ed.

Better this person is dead than... than what, Izzy? What happened? What did a posh twat do that hurt you so much that you want to see this posh twat dead, both for yourself and to save your beloved Captain from whatever you believe will destroy him? Why do you still wear a ring at your neck like a widow? Who was taken from you so cruelly that you still wear their ring? How much did it hurt you?

So in answer to your question... er. I don't know if he can read.

#our flag means death #ofmd meta #ofmd #izzy hands #long post

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marshallsgirl · 2 years

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Trapped in an elevator

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Summary: y/n meet Marshall and they get trapped in a elevator.

Warnings: 🔞MATURE READ AT YOU OWN RISK

Author's note: This is something that has been in my phone notes for quite some time. I just thought it would be nice to post it in here since my account is dedicated to Marshall. Maybe no one will read it, but that's okay. I wanted to post it in here so that when I'm old I can come back here to read it and laugh and feel proud of myself and my crazy thoughts.

Songs you can listen to while reading this: Frozen-Madonna, Sickick

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November 11, 2021- This is how everything started

I needed to find a place to stay in Detroit just for a few months. So, I called Mary J Blige. I knew her since The age of rock movie. We both acted in that movie and we became really good friends and I remembered she'd said to me: "If you ever need something just call me". So I did. I didn't wanted to go alone to Detroit. Honestly, I was scared. I mean I read about Detroit being number 23 on the world list of cities by murder rate; it tops the charts for being the most violent city in the USA. So, yeah I was little bit scared. Having Mary with me helped me a lot. I've always felt safe with her. But before we go looking for apartments, Mary told me that she needed to attend a meeting first.

"Should I wait for you at the hotel?" I asked her.

"No way! You are coming with me" she told me, "The meeting it's at a restaurant so let's take advantage of it and eat somethin'" she said.

When we arrived and I realized where I was I just couldn't believed it. We were at Mom's Spaghetti Restaurant.

"Who are you having a meeting with?" I asked her.

"Dre and Em", she said and I was even more shocked. "Don't worry, girl. It's going to be quick" she told me.

I loved the place. When Mary didn't notice I took as many picture as I could. I first saw Dre. Mary introduced me. He was nice. Then I saw Marshall...He is attractive, very attractive. I watched him as he hugged Mary and turned to look at me.

"And you are?" His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it’s difficult to tell from his impassive expression. He looks mildly interested, but above all, polite.

"She is a good friend of mine. Her name is y/n" says Mary

In a daze, I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I think I see the ghost of a smile in his expression, but I’m not sure.

He leaded us to a place more private and they stared talking about music. I just sat there and listened to them and smiled from time to time. And I don't remember how did happen but their meeting ended and we all stared talking about so many different things. And soon it was just Marshall and I talking. Dre and Mary were nowhere to be seen.

"Why Detroit?" He asked me

"Work stuff" I answered. "I asked Mary to come with me because I was scared"

"About what?" He said raising an eyebrow

"My safety"

"Hey, watch out your mouth, over half a million people proudly call Detroit home" he said and I smiled.

"Yeah, sorry. I was wrong, this place is really nice"

Dre and Mary came back and told us that they had made some kind of deal. I didn't understand it, but Mary had to go to Las Vegas that night in fact the three of them had to go.

"I'm sorry, y/n" Mary apologized to me.

"It's okay. I'll wait for you"

"Aren't you comin'?" Marshall asked me

"Can I?"

"Yeah, let's go" said Dre and started walking towards the exit door.

"We can't go right now, we have to wait for Marshall" I said smiling because he was still eating.

"Hurry up, man!" said Dre

"Don't fucking hurry me, man!" answered Marshall. "I need to taste testing these meat sauce" said and then looking at me he passed me his phone "Take a pic" he told me and idkw but I felt the urge to obey him.

"Want me to take a pic of myself?" I teased him

I know he wanted to smile but he hided it.

"Maybe later" he said. I smiled and took the picture of him eating.

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Las Vegas

Marshall:

The whole flight I was talking to y/n. And Dre noticed my interest in her so when we arrived at the hotel he came to my room.

"you like talking to y/n?" He asked

"Yeah, she is nice"

"Yeah, I noticed. When she talks makes you forget she is so young" said Dre

"Wait, what?", did he just said so young?

"Yeah, she's 25. You didn't know?"

Shit, she could be my daugther. I couldn't believed it. I mean she looks young but I didn't thought she would be that young.

"You okay?" Dre asked me "You would like to do more than talking to her, ah?"

"No, man. You got me all wrong" I lied.

"Yo, man you know I'm not judging you".

"I know"

"She's hot!" He shouted

"Shut the hell up"

"Yo, see. You want her" he laughs

"Man, I just fucking met her" I'm just curious about her. That's it. It's just that. Yeah, keep telling that to yourself, Marshall.

I told Dre I needed to go look for something but in reality I went to see y/n. I went to her room and I was surprised when I saw her wearing shorts and a big hoodie.

Y/n:

I was tired and feeling sleepy. I knew Dre, Mary and Marshall planned to go to the studio but I didn't know if I was invited or something so I put on a big hoodie and shorts. I made myself comfortable. And when I was ready to watch some tv I heard a knock at my door. It was Marshall. I stoped breathing. He really is beautiful. No one should be this good-looking. His eyes traveled all my body. Oh, my...

"Aren't you comin' to the studio?" he asked.

"I don't think so. I'm tired"

He looked dissapointed but he nod so I knew he understood me.

"Can I come in?" he asked

"Sure, come in"

He got his hands on his pockets and he examined the whole room. Then he turned to see me. His eyes burn into me. I tear my eyes away from his scrutiny.

"Y/n", oh my name in his lips. I looked at him...at his mouth. His mouth is very… distracting. I swallow. "are you 25?" he asked and I raised my eyebrows. What's that about?

"Yeah?" is the only thing that came out of my mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He does not look pleased and I can't understand why.

"Well...you didn't asked me. And why is that important?" I answered.

He glances out of the window. It’s begun to rain. He doesn't say a thing for a whole minute. It's like he is thinking really hard about something or maybe having a conversatiom with himself. Then he finally looks at me.

"No, it's not important" he gave me a small smile. "You know, you should come to the studio"

I mean I was really tired but come on it's Marshall. I would love to see all the process of him creating great music.

"Okay, just give a few minutes"

"I'll wait near the elevator" he said and left the room.

I just changed the shorts and put on some jeans and sneakers. I closed the door of my room and looked for Marshall. Like he said he was near the elevator.

"Dre and Mary are already waiting in the car" he told me while he pressed the elevator button to open it.

"Good" I smiled

Everything was good until the elevator's door closed. The lights went off and the elevator won't move.

"Fuck" we both said.

I used my phone for the flashlight and Marshall tried to press some buttons but it didn't work.

"Let's try call Dre" he said. I was going to try to call Mary but I didn't have signal. "Shit!" he shouted. He showed me his phone screen. He didn't have signal either.

"Should we scream?" I asked

"ain't fucking screaming shit. You do that"

"If you don't scream then neither do I"

We kept trying to press buttons but nothing happened. We got tired and sat down.

"This sucks" I said

"What?"

"All the games in my phone need wifi and I don't have signal in here"

"Y/n, we're fucking trapped in a fucking elevator and you care about a stupid game"

"Man, I'm trying not to get bored in here"

He closes his eyes and looks to be counting to ten. Then he opens them and stood up in front of me.

"You bored?" He asked

" You don't? We've been here for ages!"

"Stand up" he orders and I obey. "Let me entertain you" he whispers. Then he leans down and kisses my lips gently and Oh Jeezz I would love to spend the majority of my time in this Earth kissing him. He putted his hands around my waist and lifted me. My back was touching the elevator wall. I locked my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. If someone had told me I’d be doing this I would not have believed them. Something changes while he’s kissing me, his lips grow more urgent against mine and his hands moves from my legs to the inside of my hoodie. He cups my breasts in his hands.

“You fit my hand perfectly,” he murmurs and dips his index finger into the cup of my bra and his thumb slowly rolls the end of my nipple, elongating it. He did the same to my other breast. My breasts swell, and my nipples harden. I groan, feeling the sweet sensation. I am so wet. His lips slide down my throat, kissing, sucking and nipping.

“Oh… please,” I beg, my mouth open as I groan my legs stiffening. And then BAM! We heared something hit the elevator doors. Marshall putted me down and I fixed my clothes. He looked at me as I do.

"Sorry I moved to fast, it won't happen again" he said

"What do you mean it won't happen again?"

"Let's get to know each other first" he answered. Oh, okay won't argue that.

"So we'll continue later?, I mean after we get know each other" I asked

He was about to get close and kiss me when the doors opened.

"There you are!" Dre shouted

"Thank God! I was worry about you guys" said Mary

"Yo, what the hell took you so long!" shouted Marshall to Dre

"Man, I thought you were already at the studio and we got there and you weren't. This shit is crazy" said Dre

Mary hugged me and I hugged her back.

"You good?" She asked

Well, I'm so fucking wet and horny and I know Marshall won't touch me again so...am I good? I guess so...

"I'm good"

Marshall smiled at me and I blushed.

#eminem #eminemslimmarshall #marshall mathers #rap god #slim shady #the real slim shady #eminem pics #eminem aesthetic #marshall mathers x reader #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #marshall mathers imagine

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whumping-in-the-dark · 9 months

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Chapter 1: So Much More

Ingredients: man handling(?), pistol whipping, creepy whumper, alluded future noncon

Not even two weeks after shifting into his new house, Matthew's worst fear was coming true. He had always been so paranoid of this happening, but the one time he let his guard down-- that one time was all it took for it to happen.

"Don't you dare try to run." The man whispered with a rasp. Matt gagged as the stench of sweat and alcohol suddenly hit him hard in the nose. Yet, he had worse things to worry about.

"Sit." The raggedy man in his backseat had a gun pointed straight at his head, looking crazy enough to shoot him too.

Matt's legs felt like jelly as he slid behind the steering wheel, closing the car door.

"How far away do you live?"

Matt paled. He had expected the man to ask him to drop him off at his place and then hopefully just leave him alone.

"Why do you want to know?" His voice was a frightened whisper.

Matt yelped as the man smacked the pistol barrel into his cheek. Digging the metal further in, the man leaned forward as he growled. "Did I give you permission to ask questions? You will just fucking answer my questions and do as I say. Do. You. Fucking. Understand?"

Matt whimpered. "Plea--"

"I asked you a fucking question." He shoved Matt's face against the window, digging the pistol deep enough that Matt felt sure it'd shatter his teeth.

On the verge of tears, Matt cried out. "Yes yes! I'll- I'll do whatever the hell you want me to do. Just don't hurt me. Please- please stop. I--" The pressure abruptly lifted and Matt's breathing slowed. "Th- thank you."

Matt saw the grinning reflection of the man in the window and shuddered. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"Take me wherever you live. Start driving. It doesn't matter how many people there are, I'll deal with them. If I find out you're taking me somewhere else, I'll give you the slowest most painful death imaginable, yea?"

Matt nodded, throat too busy holding back sobs. He was glad he was living alone. If his mother would still be with him... Taking a deep shaky breath, Matt put on his seatbelt then started the car, driving out of the supermarket parking lot. He had no illusions about being able to deceive the man and decided to simply obey until he could grab his chance. Maybe build up enough trust? Matt glanced at the man's reflection in the windshield again, blurrier now that there were more lights around. The man didn't really look the trusting type. Matt wished he could at least ask about who he was, but maybe it was a good thing to not know.

A ruffle of clothes in the backseat and the man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a match procured from the other pocket.

Matt scrunched his nose. "Not in the car--" His voice came out as a squeak, trailing off when the man raised his gun hand again. "Could you maybe open the windows at least? Please. I don't wanna suffocate to death before I can even drive you to my house--"

"Our house."

"What?"

The man took a long slow drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke everywhere. Matt struggled not to cough. "Do you think giving up your life is worth me answering this question for you?"

Annoyed, Matt turned his focus back to the road.

"I asked you a ques-"

Matt took a sharp turn, throwing both of them towards the right. The man took the brunt of it, smacking his head against the window. Serves him right. Matt smirked, safe in his seatbelt.

"Stop the car." The man ordered, too calm and collected.

Matt shivered. Why exactly had he tried that again? Afraid to fan his angry flames any further, Matt obliged, slowly stopping the car on the side of the road. A few speedy cars periodically whizzed by, all too busy to pay attention to his sorry plight.

"Open the door and step out. Leave the key inside."

Matt finally felt hopeful. The man had given up on him and was now going to take his car and fuck off. Good riddance. Matt stepped out of the car, ready to break into a run at any moment.

The man too opened the door on his side and stepped out. However, instead of turning back to the car, the man stood facing him.

The man frowned when he noticed the smallest hint of a relieved smile on his face. "Did you really think you could run free this easy? You're stupider than I expected."

Before the words could sink in, the man slammed the butt of his pistol against the same side of his face as before. Dazed, Matt crumpled to the ground with a whine, cradling his throbbing cheek. With a kick to the chest, the man turned him around to lying on his back.

As Matt coughed and scrambled to get back on his feet, the man's shoe landed on his neck, digging in with enough pressure to lock his breath. Matt clawed at his leg, desperate to get it off as he gasped in fruitless empty breaths. Matt began seeing spots in his vision as his head grew lighter, limbs seizing up. Through bleary eyes, he stared up at the looming figure atop him with the gun pointed straight at his head. Why the fuck was he so unlucky today?

Frown growing deeper, the man loosened his hold, enough to let him suck in a couple lungful of breaths. "I'd kill you right now, y'know." The man started when he was sure Matt had recovered enough to listen. "I was about to just now. I had it all envisioned in my head. But then I realised your kind doesn't deserve the fate."

Matt dared to hope again. Maybe the man had finally taken pity on him.

"It deserves something so much different." The man slowly crouched down, gently sliding his shoe off him and back to the ground. "Yes." The man stroked his bruised cheek, thumb slipping up to wipe away his tears. His voice was raspier... almost husky now... "Something as pretty as you deserves so much more."

#mewrites #MattandDanny #whump writing #whump #whumblr #manhandling #pistol whipping #creepy whumper #alluded future noncon

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p-artsypants · 3 months

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Paint it Black (16) Sharing

Ao3 | FF.net

Black sat on the couch, criss-cross applesauce, with his hands in his lap. He hadn’t bothered to put on his shirt, and merely laid it on the couch next to him.

A few moments passed in silence as Bruce tried to determine where to begin.

“What do you remember about your parents?” He finally asked.

“Um…” Black tapped his chin thoughtfully, his eyes screwed shut tight and his lips pursed. “I dunno.”

“Really think. You can take the photo out to look at it if that helps.”

He removed the photo from his pocket, which fortunately had a plastic sleeve over it to keep it safe during his manic episodes. He placed it on the table and then leaned forward, chin in his hands to study it.

The other Titans tried to get a closer look as well. From their perspective, it was a husband and wife in matching shirts. The wife was blonde, while the husband had black hair like Robin.

“My daddy…is really strong. He…used to throw me in the air.”

Bruce nodded. “Good. What about your mom?”

“She is…really pretty, and sings a lot.”

At this point, Alfred returned with the item Bruce requested. A child’s stuffed elephant. Well loved and worn. He handed it to Bruce, who held it out to Black.

“Do you know what this is?”

Black’s eyes widened as he took the toy like it was precious treasure. “Zitka…”

“Where’d you get it?”

“My daddy gave it to me. I named it after my friend—” he gasped and stood abruptly. “I remember now! We’re circus performers! The Flying Graysons!” His voice changed. As Black, his voice was more child-like, like a cartoon character. But now it deepened and sounded almost like Robin. “We perform at Haly’s Circus, and we’re the headline act! I remember our car! And where the dressing tent was set up and how we did the rigging! I remember all of it! We can go! I know where we can find them!”

Bruce took a deep breath, bracing for what was about to happen. “What happened in Gotham?”

Black frowned. “I…I’m not sure.”

“Close your eyes and think.”

Black obeyed, hugging the elephant to his chest.

“You saw a man talking to Mr. Haly, right?” Bruce prompted.

Black nodded. “Yeah…yeah, I see it. He was kinda ugly and scary and was telling Mr. Haly about insurance, but Mr. Haly just yelled at him. I saw him again later that night…leaving the tent.”

Bruce didn’t prompt him anymore, just bit his thumb anxiously.

The Titans watched Black pace back and forth, a scene playing out in his head.

It was then that Bruce was finally able to see the tattoo covering his back. He clenched his teeth in anger, but said nothing.

“I told my dad that I saw him earlier, threatening Mr. Haly, but he told me not to worry about it. So I didn’t. I trust him. So we went to perform as usual, and I had to wait for my cue—” he halted mid step, his eyes blew open wide. “The rope.” He turned towards his friends, but didn’t look at them. Instead, it seemed like he was looking right through them. “I saw it fray and—”

The Titans then witnessed the horrific sight of their friend become absolutely unraveled. Grief built up and flowed out as he screamed, wailed, howled, and fell to his knees, weeping. He slammed his fists against the table, utterly overwhelmed with anguish. “MOMMY! DADDY!” he shrieked as the tears just kept coming.

Bruce knelt at his side. “I’m sorry, Dick.”

Black lashed out, grabbing Bruce by the collar and shaking. “Why the hell would you make me remember that!? Did you think I’d be happier knowing they’re gone?!”

Bruce, only mildly disturbed, covered Black’s hands with his own. “It’s been ten years. It doesn’t do anyone any good letting you believe that didn’t happen. I know it’s painful—”

“You don’t know anything! All you do is cause me pain! All you want to do is hurt me! Just like the Masters!”

Bruce squeezed his hands tighter, making him look up. “I saw my parents die too,” he snapped. “And I saw your parents die, Dick. I was there that day.”

“I’m not Dick!” He screamed. “Why can't everyone just see me for who I am?! MY NAME IS BLACK! Like darkness! Darkness is eternal, uncatchable, unlimited, and invincible! Black can do anything! Black can do everything Dick can't! Everything he couldn't!”

“Pretending to be someone you're not isn’t going to bring your parents back.”

Black pried his fingers off of Bruce and fell back onto his butt. With tear soaked cheeks, he looked around the room, meeting the sympathetic gaze of all his friends. His eyes were wide and glassy, full of fear and uncertainty. He clearly had no idea what he was supposed to do. In a small voice, he turned back to Bruce and said, “can I at least have my medicine back now?”

Bruce shook his head. “Not yet. Do you remember what I said earlier? We’re making an antidote so that you won’t need the medicine anymore. Won’t that be nice? Not having to pay attention to when you took your meds? Not having to be afraid of feeling that pain?”

Black held out his hands in front of him, studying them. His brows furrowed, as if the calluses hid a secret message he was trying to decode. “What’s wrong with me?” He asked it like he wanted a diagnosis.

“Why don’t you tell us?” Bruce asked. “We can’t begin to understand until we know what you went through.”

“Oh no…no I can’t…I can’t talk about that…” He began to get emotional again. “You don’t want to hear about it.”

“I do, actually. And I think talking about it will help. Whatever you can share.”

Black looked unsure, and hunched his shoulders. He rolled up to be on the balls of his feet, and placed a hand on the table, ready to bolt.

Instead, Starfire took the initiative to scoop him off the floor and placed him on the couch next to her. She rested an arm around his shoulder and pet his hair. “There there, dear friend. You may share safely now.”

Black swallowed thickly, and did not relax, but he didn’t seem prepared to bolt.

“I…can’t remember.”

“You’ve repressed a lot of that, which is understandable,” Bruce placed a hand on his knee. But, what can you remember? What are your first memories?”

“It…smelled bad.” He began. “It was dark and dirty. There was another boy there, but he didn’t say anything, or move much. Just laid on that bed all still.”

The others recoiled slightly as they understood what he was saying.

“Then sometimes, there was another boy. He talked to me and tried to keep me from hurting myself. He was kinda a bully.”

“What did this boy look like?” Starfire asked.

“I dunno. Never saw him. I only heard his voice.”

“Like through a speaker?”

“Nah, in my noggin’. Sometimes I still hear him. It’s like this little voice that’s like, ‘eeuuu don’t eat that, you don’t know where it’s been’. He’s kind of annoying and persistent, but I think he’s keeping me alive.”

Bruce sucked in a breath. “That’s your conscience. Robin’s conscience. That’s your guide. Once we make the antidote for you, it will become a lot easier for you to behave normally.”

He seemed to clam up then, twining his fingers together into a tight knot. “That’s all I got,” he said firmly.

“So why don’t you try to relax? The fentanyl will run its course through your system, and then the pain will come. We’ll try to make you comfortable, and once we think it’s out of your system, we’ll take a blood test. Then we’ll get you a new dose and keep you dosed until you don’t need it anymore.” He reached out and touched his shoulder. “Think you can handle that?”

“No, but you said I don’t have a choice.”

Bruce just gave him a little pat, not having any words of comfort.

“Perhaps,” said Starfire. “At any point you do remember what happened while you were being held captive, you could tell me in private? It is sometimes hard to divulge things openly and honestly.”

“I’ll think about it,” said Black. “I kinda feel like the proverbial rug was pulled out from under my proverbial feet. If you know what I proverbial mean.”

“Not even slightly.”

“Things will begin to make sense soon,” Bruce assured. “Just try to stay calm.”

“Perhaps some lunch will ease you?” Alfred asked, standing.

“Ooo! La-gas-na! It’s spaghetti in cake form!”

—

They were able to keep him occupied for several hours. They watched Robin’s favorite movies, told him stories of their villains. Some went over better than others.

As the day went on, they all witnessed the major veins on his body turn darker and more visible. As night came, he became more agitated and snippy. He whined and moaned as he moved around, but seemed to be trying to ignore it for everyone else’s sake.

Then it was time for bed.

“Come and get me when it becomes too painful,” Bruce instructed. “Then we’ll check your levels and see if we can take a test.”

Black didn’t look convinced, but begrudgingly agreed.

Starfire stayed up late. In the last few months, peaceful sleep hadn’t been guaranteed or expected. So she sat up reading to clear her head.

What was she reading? A psychology book, provided by Raven. At first, Starfire had hoped it would give her enough information that she could be helpful in diagnosing her friend. But the more she read, the more lost she became. The human mind was complex and strange, capable of bizarre changes from seemingly simple affects.

But the book was still interesting and just boring enough to make her sleepy.

A knock at the door grabbed her attention immediately.

“Yes?”

“It’s me,” said Black’s voice. “Are ya decent?”

“Yes Black. You may enter.”

The door slid open, and he stood in the entry for a moment, wringing his hands. His hair was a mess and he looked worse than he had all day.

“What brings you here at this hour?”

“I…couldn’t sleep,” he answered, haltingly. “The pain is getting worse. So I was walking the halls. I saw your light on…”

“I understand. Would you like to come in and talk?”

“Are you busy?”

She closed the book and shook her head. “No. I was only reading to clear my thoughts. I would not turn down your company.”

He shuffled inside, glancing around the room. He had been in here once before, as Black, though he would never tell her that.

“You can sit, if you’d like.” She patted the mattress.

He did so, and brought his legs up so that he could rest his arms on his knees. “You said, earlier, if I wanted to talk about what happened, I could come to you.”

“Yes, that offer still stands.”

“I lied earlier. I remember all of it. The very beginning is hazy, but things become clearer after a certain point. The medicine makes it easy for me to block it out, but without it…”

“I will listen to whatever you are willing to share, if you do not mind if I take notes?”

“Are you gonna tell Bunny Man?”

“Only the things that I think he needs to know. I can keep secrets as well.”

He didn’t ask her permission to recline, just assumed the position of a patient in a therapy session, lying on a couch, hands folded over his stomach.

Starfire retrieved her notebook she had been using with the psychology textbook.

As far as she had seen, Black lacked the capacity to be serious in most situations. He was either goofing around, or violently unpredictable. So when he started speaking, his voice deeper than usual and tone focused, she almost thought Robin was at the helm. He took a deep breath and said, “have you ever heard of Tartarus?”

“…that is…of the Greek Myth?”

“Yes. It’s a deep abyss that is used as a dungeon for the wicked. I can only assume that’s where I was born. It might have been Hell, but I was under the belief that Hell had fire. This place was cold. Sometimes cold enough to see your breath. It’s a kind of cold that makes you numb after a while. You think about snuggling up to the people around you, but then you think about who they are, and you decide against it.” While he said this, his face remained eerily calm.

“There were 20 of us originally, though I only remember about 15. We had no names. Only numbers. I was number 8. I’m sure some boys tried to introduce themselves, but the Masters were quick to chastise. We weren’t people. We weren’t anything. There would be no mercy or kindness, nobody cared about each other. We were all enemies.”

Starfire scribbled this all down, eyes only flicking to the paper momentarily as she wanted Black to feel like he was receiving her full attention.

“They had us wear these short, thin shirts that tied in the back. Everyone’s asses were hanging out. Most of the day, they put us in a room with three beds, and we had to fight for them. One guy had his eye poked out in the chaos. Then other nights they put us in a tight space that was even colder than the normal room, and we had to huddle together to stay warm. One time I woke up and nudged the guy next to me...but he was dead. Frozen to death. Other guys lost fingers and toes on those nights.”

Starfire swallowed thickly, a pang to the heart.

“They marched us to a bathroom once a day. They stripped us and tied chains to our feet and put bags over our heads…then we walked blindly for a long time. Then we were told to do our business, still with the bags on and chained to each other. There was only one bathroom break, so if you had to go, it was then that you did it. Otherwise you had to hold it or crap in the corner. We collected filth on our feet and legs and everything smelled. But after a while…we kind of got used to it. Then new smells would emerge. Smells of rot and infection.

“They humiliated us...called us names, made us feel like animals. They worked us too, made us carry weights for long periods of time, and made us hold our hands over our heads for hours. With the shirts we wore, raising your arms exposed everything. And they’d take the time to emasculate us. They would beat us for punishment, and chastise us verbally…using profanity that would make a sailor blush. They pointed out our flaws and made us feel weak and useless. I have scars on my scars from them. Then if you said anything wrong, you were put into solitary confinement, The Hole. Then they beat the other prisoners outside of The Hole, and you could hear their screams of pain…the other boys hit the door and shouted out profanity and said how much they hated whoever was in the hole for getting them in trouble.”

“Were you ever put in the hole?”

“Everyone was. I was doing pushups and singing Amazing Grace, when one of my Masters asked me why I was being so obedient. I told him I was obedient by nature, and he called me a liar…then he threw me in The Hole for four days.”

“Four days?!” Starfire was familiar with solitary confinement. Four days was a long time, even for her.

“It was almost three, but my freedom depended on the other prisoners. The Masters said if everyone was willing to give up their blankets, I would be let out.”

“How many sacrificed?”

“None.”

It wasn’t all that surprising, but still sad.

“There was one boy…he barricaded himself in the corner, using the bed, and he shouted and screamed and raved like a madman. Something about needing a doctor…So the Masters let him out and we all thought he was being set free. But when that door swung closed…we heard a gunshot and that was it.

“Like I said, the early days are the haziest. I’m sure there were whole days I don’t remember. But then…things got worse. It turned into real torture instead of abuse. One at a time, they would take a boy from the room and hours later, return with a bloody remnant of a shambling body. Some never came back.”

Starfire watched as he raised his hand, seemingly scrutinizing the webbed surface. “I got taken twice. Both times I remember some things clearly, and some of it is completely blacked out.”

He fell silent.

“What happened?” She pried gently.

“I don’t think I want to say it out loud.”

Starfire took his hand. Very patiently and tenderly, she explained, “before I came to Earth, I was a prisoner on a slave ship of the Gordianians. Before that, I spent many months being experimented on by the Psions. If anyone can understand what it was like for you, I believe it is me.”

He looked at her, lips pulled into a grimace. “What if you had it worse and I…I had this transformation that you didn’t?”

“We all deal with trauma differently. I will not judge what you went through compared to myself. Just understand that I can handle whatever you may say. I may seem rather soft, but I am not.”

He nodded and turned his head back to look at the ceiling. “I guess you are pretty tough. I like that about you, Starfire. Tough, with a soft facade.”

She smiled a little. The compliment sounded like one of Robin’s.

“I don’t know what the purpose of that chair was. Maybe they just wanted to cause pain? Or maybe there was something more to it? They found the perfect ways to cause pain. They cut just deep enough to hit all the nerves, and poured acid and alcohol into the wounds. They hammered needles under my nails and poured hot oil on my genitals.

“I lost my voice screaming both times. The water was scarce and smelled like rotten eggs when they actually allowed us some.”

Starfire silently wiped the tears from her face. She could handle what he was saying, but her heart was big and she empathized far too much.

“One of the Masters laughed through it all. The other was silent. The laughing man had pure white skin and this horrible, evil smile. He thought my suffering was funny. The more I cried, the more joy he felt. I remember glancing down and seeing my naked body covered in blood, and asking for him to kill me. He just danced and clapped his hands with glee.”

“That must have been the Joker,” Starfire guessed. “Batman said he was responsible for this.”

Black seemed to mull this information over as he ran his tongue over his teeth. “Yeah,” he croaked. “That sounds familiar.”

“What else do you remember?” She pried gently, hoping to maybe redirect him and keep him from shutting down.

“There was the food.” He acknowledged. “We started out on bread and water...and then over time they gave us meat. Just meat, no vegetables or even bread. It was boiled, but tasted like pork…and they let us eat as much as we wanted. I distinctly remember one boy eating so much that he puked…” Black swallowed deeply. “Then someone freaked out, because they realized they were chewing on a finger. And then we all found out that the boys who had died had not been buried…but we were eating them…”

Starfire covered her mouth in sickness. She had witnessed such things on the Gordianian ship. But to see one alien species eat another was not all that odd. But for one human to eat another?

“Some cried. Others made themselves vomit. I just curled up in a corner and decided I would never eat again.”

“I understand your decision to not eat processed meat quite clearly now.” She tried to speak softly, but her voice held an edge. One belonging to someone with revenge on the mind.

Black brought his hands up to his face. “They injected us with poison.” He continued. “I don’t know what it was, but it glowed green in the syringe and we could see it in our veins. It burned. I swear that’s how all of this happened. They shot us up three times daily. It had different effects on each of us. One boy dropped dead. Another started eating himself…bit the skin clear off his arm. Most of them, though, just vomited blood and died.”

Starfire watched in amazement as Black relayed his story with no emotion on his face. As for her, she was white-knuckling a pillow, trying to keep her anger in check.

“Sometimes at night, if I listened just hard enough…I could hear singing. I think it came from my own mind, my subconscious. But it was the most wonderful thing I had heard in the world.”

She had always known Robin enjoyed listening to music. It wasn’t uncommon for the boombox in the ops room to be on when he was around. Even when he was in his office doing research, orchestral music could faintly be heard, likely to fill the silence.

With some sort of music often playing around him, it wasn’t hard to imagine he’d subconsciously sing to comfort himself.

She noted this observation and theory down on her notepad and then looked to Black to ask him further questions…only to find him already asleep.

It was a little flattering, seeing that talking to her relaxed him so much that he fell asleep.

With a smile, she draped a blanket over him. As she got close, she got a whiff of his deodorant. He smelled like Robin again, and not the foul stench of death and rot. He smelled clean, with a hint of a musky spice. The scent of hair gel was missing though.

She contemplated going to sleep in his room, or even the Ops room, but in the end, she decided to stay. Shyly, she scooted closer to him so she could feel a bit of his body heat.

He mumbled in his sleep and shifted, bringing his leg over to touch hers.

She blushed wildly.

Eventually, she calmed down enough to feel sleep coming for her as well. Her eyes were heavy and despite the horrors he had shared with her, she felt rather at ease and soon drifted off to sleep, forehead lightly resting against his arm.

#fanfiction #teen titans #animated tt #robstar #robin #starfire #robin x starfire #dick grayson #koriand'r #batman #DC comics

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vickyvicarious · 1 year

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"I trust you will forgive me, but I have much work to do in private this evening. You will, I hope, find all things as you wish." At the door he turned, and after a moment's pause said:— "Let me advise you, my dear young friend—nay, let me warn you with all seriousness, that should you leave these rooms you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle. It is old, and has many memories, and there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely. Be warned! Should sleep now or ever overcome you, or be like to do, then haste to your own chamber or to these rooms, for your rest will then be safe. But if you be not careful in this respect, then"—He finished his speech in a gruesome way, for he motioned with his hands as if he were washing them.

Two things here. Firstly: I can't help but notice another challenge in this warning from Dracula. It isn't linked to anything they've been talking about. It reminds me of him telling Jonathan that of course he won't want to go anywhere locked... not only in him telling Jonathan what he wants/should do, but also. Well, the next day Jonathan went around testing what doors were locked, and it drove him into a panic as he learned nearly all of them were. Looking back, it feels a lot like Dracula is baiting Jonathan there, specifically tempting him to want to investigate different doors so that he then learns just how badly off he actually is.

Without spoiling anything about what comes next, I think the fact that Dracula is once again specifically mentioning other areas of the castle and that Jonathan shouldn't sleep there lest his rest be unsafe... this is bait, too. He's poking at a caged animal, trying to make it move and do something interesting. He's testing Jonathan here again after defeating him once with the letters/order to stay longer. It's a win/win for him honestly; either Jonathan listens to him and proves that he is obedient to Dracula/scared into submission... or Jonathan resists by disobeying, in which case whatever danger he winds up in will be gratifying to Dracula in multiple ways. First that he gets to torment Jonathan even more, and secondly that he gets proved right and it reinforces that Jonathan should continue to listen to/obey him.

Dracula says here, 'hey. I'm going to leave you totally alone and unsupervised this evening. Don't do this.' It may well be a truthful warning, but I'm not so convinced it's wholly genuine. It could just as well be a gilded invitation to disobey - and experience the consequences.

Secondly:

Dracula is once again mentioning Jonathan's dreams, unprompted. This is I think the first time he warns him about bad dreams as opposed to telling him to 'dream well', but him showing an interest in Jonathan's sleep (both manipulating the time it happens as well as remarking on the quality of it) is a repeated element. I think it is especially interesting in the context of Jonathan's response later that night, after he sees Dracula lizard crawling down the castle wall:

I shall not fear to sleep in any place where he is not. I have placed the crucifix over the head of my bed—I imagine that my rest is thus freer from dreams; and there it shall remain.

Jonathan seems to make a direct link between Dracula->dreams. He doesn't specify bad dreams (or queer dreams, which may have been his way of saying nightmares), but he specifically says he isn't afraid to sleep where Dracula isn't, thus implying he's afraid to sleep where Dracula is. It's possible that there is an element here of Jonathan doubting his own mind, but I don't think that's the main thing going on here. Jonathan really does believe that his sleep is a time to be afraid. That makes sense: a sleeping person is naturally vulnerable, even beyond his weird only-partially-awake trip to the castle, and Dracula has at least once walked right into his room without asking permission (the mirror incident). All this reference to dreams makes me wonder if he hasn't been dreaming well since he arrived in the castle, too. He hasn't mentioned anything but there are some possible clues. On May 8, before the mirror, he says that "I only slept a few hours when I went to bed, and feeling that I could not sleep any more, got up."

This could be down to bad dreams, though we of course don't know since he doesn't tell us. But also, on May 5 there is all that weirdness during the caleche ride which I think might be down to Dracula influencing Jonathan to try and make him sleep at least somewhat (there's another post in my 'dracula dreams' tag about it), followed by Dracula telling him specifically that "to-morrow you shall sleep as late as you will. I have to be away till the afternoon; so sleep well and dream well!" Then the next day Jonathan did indeed sleep super late. Maybe it was just that he had permission and had been kept up all night, so he was exhausted and let himself sleep in. Maybe Dracula had some kind of magical influence there too. I dunno - either way Dracula does still successfully manipulate Jonathan's sleep, it's just a question of method. I do know for sure that there's a lot of emphasis on dreams and sleeping already.

And that Jonathan wants specifically to protect his sleep. He takes the crucifix and hangs it above his bed with the specific intention of protecting himself while asleep. Now, I don't know why he didn't just wear it around his neck while sleeping as well as while awake, but at the very least him putting it there shows both a belief in the crucifix's power to protect him at his most vulnerable... and a feeling that he needs that protection.

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #count dracula #dracula dreams #dracula is horrible #and also apparently jonathan has come down on the side of believing in the crucifix regardless of what he's been taught #i wonder if there is some specific religious context i'm missing in which putting it above his bed makes more sense than wearing it

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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2 idiots + 1 microwave = 1 fire

Hi everyone! This is the last one shot (except if you ask for more) for Sinclair baby sister!reader. If you need more context, you can go check my headcanons: Part I and Part II.

I really had a lot of fun writing this, it’s basically Lester and Reader being idiots and calling Bo for help (he’s the big brother, it’s his job to help!!).

Warning : strong language, Bo being an asshole, bad decisions.

Please do NOT try to reproduce the microwave experiment at home!

Bo was an arrogant and cocky man. As the oldest brother, he wanted to believe he was knowing everything better than his siblings, including you, his baby sister. You sometimes indulged him and let him take care of you like he wanted to. More rarely you would obey a direct order he gave you. It was secretly making him very happy when you were docile. But most of the time, you weren’t impressed and didn’t have time for his bullshit. Vincent was always watching you arching an eyebrow at his twin with quite a lot of amusement. When Bo would push the “game” too far, you would end up arguing and then Vincent would rather leave the two of you alone. He would even let Lester know it wasn’t the best time to get back to Ambrose.

Today was one of the days you didn’t have time for Bo’s bullshit. And the way he talked about Lester’s own house irked you to no end. You knew he was actually, very clumsily, trying to convince Lester to stay at the house tonight but he was really being an asshole while doing it.

“Ain’t makin’ the rule, Lester. If Y/N stays here, and not at your place, ‘s mean ‘s the better place here” Bo was shrugging and giving Lester his best “it’s-okay-if-you’re-stupid-i’m-smart-enough-for-two” smile.

The four of you were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to enjoy some family dinner. You rolled your eyes and groaned at Bo’s words. You didn’t like when he was using you like that, to coax his brothers to do something they didn’t want to.

“How ‘bout you leave me out of this discussion?” you said with annoyance and Vincent gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your hair as a way to keep you calm. He didn’t like when you were arguing with Bo, especially during those family dinners.

“Ain’t true though?” Bo insisted and you huffed again.

You tried to focus back on your food without answering your older brother but you caught a pleading look coming from Lester. He wanted to know if it was true that you didn’t like going to his place, because he loved to have you there, away from the twins, and especially from Bo who could be a nuisance.

“Ain’t true” you finally said and it was Bo’s turn to groan, as Lester seemed to be relieved.

“Com’on Y/N. His place ‘s a mess and not as safe as here. ‘S useless and there is nothin’ for ya there” he insisted and you put your fork down. If Bo wanted to play that way…

“There’s Les” you replied and Bo rolled his eyes

“But what if he’s here?” He said as the family man he was; he just wanted his siblings home. What was it too much to ask for fuck sake?

“Still givin’ me a rest from ya” you replied and earned a little snort from Vincent and Lester who got glared at by Bo.

“Hey, don’t be a smartass now. ‘M your big brother, show me some respect” he hummed with a frown. He really hated when you said that kind of thing.

“Whatever” you shrugged.

You took your fork back in your hand and thought the discussion was over. You were about to resume eating the food the twins had prepared for the four of you when you heard Bo starting to speak again. The man wasn’t going to let it go that easily. Sometimes you wondered which one of you all was the most stubborn.

“Ain’t understand” he said. You sent him a questioning look “You’d pay no rent and you’d be safe here. So why do the two of ya need to live away?”

“‘S called independence, Bo” you replied

“What if somethin’ happen to ya?” he continued

“Don’t be paranoid all the damn time” you whined in annoyance

Vincent was silently eating and praying for this discussion to be over. He knew that it would be easier if you could agree with Bo. The masked twin was manipulative so he would never tell you directly he also wanted you to stay at Ambrose, but he definitely did. But he also knew Bo wasn’t doing it right and he was worried his twin was going to say something that would push you away. You had your own character and you didn’t like to be told what to do. Lester was eating in silence too. He was trying to finish his food as fast as possible so he could run away from here.

“I think ya should both stay here tonight so ya could see ‘m right” Bo said with a smug smile and that was too much for you. You were done.

“'ve got a betta idea. Les and I will both sleep at his place tonight” you replied with fierce determination in your eyes.

Lester looked up at you with his bright toothy grin. The boy had hoped it would turn into his favour if he was staying silent. It was often working that way when Bo and you were arguing about him. Vincent tried to not show his disappointment by hiding behind his hair as he had removed his mask to eat. Of course Bo was going to fuck this up, and from having you home they were now going to have no one. Bo stared at you in disbelief.

“Ya promised to stay” he replied, his anger rising up, as usual when he was trying to hide his sadness.

“And ya promised to stop pickin’ on Les” you said.

Bo violently got up and his chair fell on the ground. He stormed out of the room and you all watched him go without trying to stop him. It was better to have him go than have him yelling at you in the kitchen. You sighed and gave an apologetic look at Vincent who sadly smiled back at you.

“Fuckin’ stubborn” you grumbled and Vincent gave you a curious look before signing :

Talking about yourself? You let out a soft laugh before shaking your head.

“Yeah I guess ‘m no betta.” you hummed before leaning into your seat. “We finish the food and we go, Bo’s already upset enough” you said to Lester who nodded quite eagerly.

He’d be happy if you actually stayed though Vincent signed again as he tried his best to fix this, even though he knew his twin went too far.

“Sorry Vinny, but as you said ’m stubborn” you replied.

The three of you finished eating in a not so relaxed silence. You from time to time heard Bo throwing an object on a wall or on the ground. He really was angry at you, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last. You could tell the next tourists who were going to stumble in Ambrose were going to have one painful death too.

You finally left with Lester after having hugged Vincent goodnight. You could tell he wasn’t very happy to let the two of you go, but unlike Bo, he didn’t push the subject and let you go.

On the way to his home, Lester was cracking jokes and being his excited puppy self. You were quite happy to spend this time with him, and you tried to not feel too guilty about what happened with Bo. Deep inside, you knew the man was just trying to show you he loved you, but your parents really fucked him up badly, like the four of you. You wondered if things would be better if you lived with him, but at the same time you weren’t sure you would have the energy to deal with his anger that often. You really thought Vincent was doing an amazing job, or maybe he thought he didn’t have the choice.

Once settled at Lester’s place, you sat with him on the couch. You chatted together for quite a long while before deciding it was time to go to bed. You wished him a good night and went into the guest room that clearly had become yours since you had left clothes and belongings there last time you slept over. You tried to rest but it seemed your mind wasn’t feeling like it at all. It was 1AM and you thought you could use a snack to feel better. You got up and were quite surprised to see Lester already settled in the kitchen with a soda in one hand. He looked up at you equally surprised before worrying.

“Ain’t sleepin’ darl?” he hummed and your shrugged.

“‘S ‘kay my mind sucks sometimes” you replied as you sat in front of him “Can’t sleep either?” you asked him and he shook his head before you both sighed.

You talked for an hour and neither of you were tired anymore. The worst was that you were slowly getting bored and you were thinking of ways to pass the time.

“You think a microwave can explode like in movies?” Lester suddenly asked you after a few instants of silence. You looked at him to see if that was a serious question before shaking your head and laughing.

“Why? Wanna try?” you teased

“‘Ve always wondered what’d happen with aluminium” he admitted and you watched him with amusement.

“Dumbass, we’re gonna burn your house down” you told him and he chuckled.

“Yeah and then we’d be forced to live with the twins” he hummed but you could tell the idea wasn’t leaving his mind.

“‘Kay, but we need to start small” you said after a moment of silence, because you also were a dumbass sometimes.

Lester’s eyes lit up with excitement. You couldn’t help it but when you were with Lester it was as if all your reason was leaving your body. Your brain too. You always had awful ideas with him, but so much fun. Since you were children, you had dangerous experiences like that with your brother, and the twins didn’t even know the quarter of it. It was for their own good you didn’t tell them anything or they would have grey hair and heart attacks.

Lester found an aluminium foil and made a very small ball with it before putting it in the microwave. You nervously laughed. Gosh, you really were stupid together but you were curious of how bad things could get. You enjoyed chaos a little too much, especially in the middle of the night.

“How long, you think?” he asked you as he turned back to you and you thought about it.

“10 sec, man.” you said, hoping it wouldn’t be too much already. “We’re gonna ruin your microwave” you added and Lester shrugged.

“‘S fine, can always buy anotha one” he replied.

You both watched the little flames appearing before exchanging a look.

“This is so pretty!” you exclaimed and Lester could only agree with you. You clearly were both pyromanes in another life.

“‘Kay, let’s put it a little longa” he said as he added another 10 seconds.

After several minutes of experiments, of course the microwave got lit on fire and you both started to run in the kitchen to stop the fire. In your chaos, you both were quite coordinated because you were used to your experiments ending like that.

“You don’t have an extinguisher?” you asked

“Nah, but Bo has one in his garage!” he replied, trying to think fast.

“Shit, calling him then!” you yelled.

You took your phone and hoped Bo would be able to arrive here before the fire got way out of control. Lester had the intelligence to turn the power off before throwing water at the fire, but it wasn’t working very well.

Bo answered almost instantly. After an argument with you, he couldn’t fall asleep if you weren’t by his side, clearly not mad at him anymore. And you weren’t home and because you were with Lester, his ego was preventing him from calling you. He was quite surprised and worried when he saw your name on his phone screen.

“Y/N?” he asked

“Oh fuck, Bo come here with your extinguisher. Quick please!!” you yelled at him through Lester’s curses.

“Shit, what did ya do again?” Bo groaned as he was already running at his garage.

“Hang up and hurry up!” you replied before putting your phone away to help Lester.

Bo was there in a record time and he was quick to put the extinguisher to good use. Lester and you both sighed in relief and sat back down at the kitchen table. You exchanged a look before laughing. Bo turned around to face the two of you with a look of pure astonishment.

“What the fuck happened?” he asked wondering how you could be so stupid when you were left alone with Lester.

“Need a new microwave” Lester commented a little bit sadly.

“I’ll buy ya a new one” you promised

“Thanks, Y/N” he smiled

“Oh and thank ya, Bo, ya were super quick and efficient as usual. The house would be burnt without ya” you smiled up at Bo. The man was trying to not show how pleased he was with your words, but he knew you were too good at having him wrapped around your little finger.

“Care to answer my question?” he hummed and both Lester and you tried to look absolutely angelic and innocent.

“We just did a little experiment” you replied and Bo facepalmed.

“Seriously, Y/N. Ain’t expectin’ anythin’ else from Lester, but ya…” he said and both Lester and you watched him with pure indignation.

“Well, maybe ‘s a good thing we ain’t wanna live at Ambrose then. Ya’d have to watch over us all the time in case we ain’t plannin’ to burn the house down” you joked and Bo gave you a “come-on” look but didn’t answer. You all stayed silent for a little moment, looking at each other.

“Ya wanna us to come sleep at Ambrose to thank ya for saving us?” Lester offered. Lester was definitively the sweetest of you all and he wanted things to go smoothly with you all, even though he enjoyed his independance, just like you did.

Bo sighed “Well, if ya both promise to go to bed yeah, I’d like that” he replied before his eyes fell on you.

“Sounds good to me” you agreed and got up from your seat. As Lester left to collect his things, you hugged Bo who relaxed a little bit.

“In the end, ya’re having what ya want” you commented and you felt him smile

“Always do” he smugly said but you enjoyed seeing his arrogant self, as everything was back to normal, like it had to. “Sleepin’ with me?” he asked, sounding a lot more vulnerable this time.

“Sure thin’” you replied right away and your big brother fully relaxed, knowing you weren’t mad at him.

You hated to admit but now you were starting to think about living at Ambrose… not that you would say anything to Bo so quickly. But maybe you could have a little chat with Vincent; surely the masked twin was unbiased on the subject, you thought…

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x sister #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x sister #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x sister #sinclair brothers #sinclair brothers x sister #sinclair brothers x reader #slasher x reader #house of wax (2005)#house of wax x reader #house of wax one shot

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rosehiroto · 1 year

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can i pls request levi comforting and reminding reader that they're safe here with him? any pronouns ok

i just remembered smth awful from my past, it happens often but i've been kinda wanting to be comforted by levi :( sucks he's not real you know i think just by being held gently by him would make me feel a lot better so thank u if u write smth <3

Hey anon I'm so sorry you're feeling this way I completely understand you I hope this helps you feel a little better 💙

If you want me to fix anything about this please tell me I hope you enjoy reading it 💙

Mc is non-binary pronounce is they/them

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: leviathan x mc

Category: comfort, fluff.

The moon lit the sky up as mc looked out of their window hugging their pillow for some comfort

Mc wasn't feeling their best they were reminded of something that happened in their past and they just couldn't stop thinking about it

They wanted to forget all about it but their head couldn't stop thinking about it they wanted to be with someone but they didn't want to bother anyone

Their eyes filled with tears as they sniffled pressing their face into their pillow they hated when this happens they would be having a great day then their head ruins everything and reminds them of their past

"mc?" Levi says in a soft voice opening Mc's door he noticed mc wasn't feeling that well at supper so he decided after really hard thinking to check up on mc

Mc quickly rubbed their teary eyes and looked behind them at Levi who had a concerned face

"yeah Levi? Is everything okay" mc asked in a quiet voice feeling as if they would start crying if they said anything else

"is everything okay I noticed you weren't feeling so well at supper so I wanted to check if your okay and......um If you were up for it maybe we can hang out and yk do whatever?" Levi said stammering at the last sentence his cheeks flushing a bright red

Mc smiled softly at the boy nodding their head Levi quickly getting inside the room and sitting next to mc

"you didn't answer my first question tho" Levi says looking at mc while getting comfortable on their bed

"I don't know I just feel like crying" mc says staring at their bed their eyes filling up with tears

Levi's eyes widen in shock as he quickly placed his switch grabbing Mc's hand pulling them into his arms

Levi knew how mc was feeling he felt like that most of time he loves and cares about mc he doesn't want them to feel the way he does

He wants to give them what he wants most when he feels like that a hug a shoulder to cry on someone to be there for them

Mc sniffled softly as Levi held them close rubbing their back his face was bright red but he only cares about mc right now

Mc held tightly onto Levi snuggling into his shoulder starting to feel better trying to focus of how warm he is and how nice his hands feel as he rubbed soft circles on their back

"it's okay you're safe and loved here we all love you and we'll protect you no matter what no one will ever hurt you" Levi says softly patting Mc's head

Levi felt as if he was going to pass out from too much physical contact but he tried to only focus on mc

After a while mc stopped crying Levi went to his room and got them some snacks and his laptop to watch anime together

Levi and mc decided on watching some anime together as they cuddled under a blanket together

Eventually they both fell asleep together feeling safe in each others arms forgetting all about their bad past

Mc dreamt about the happy memories they made in devildom with their new family in their new home their past can't hurt them anymore when they're here

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hi!! i hope you’re having a great day!! i was curious how the obey me ! boyfies (hcs) would react if their s/o who is selectively clingy w certain people kinda back off suddenly because they just feel.. embarrassed?? like when they were a kid people reacted negatively to their clinginess and would ignore them for it. and they just feel so dumb to show emotion & showing their clinginess? and they feel like they’re being a bother and being annoying too... & suddenly just feel like closing off from the world lol? & like they can just feel really out of place and get negative thoughts that they don’t belong there, X person or a group of ppl in the convo don’t wanna talk to them etc and feel like they don’t belong in the conversation if that makes sense (i get those thoughts especially when i’m in a group i feel like i get overlooked a lot lol and i’ve never really felt included + like i can just feel so overwhelmed sometimes about the amount pf people / crowds or feeling like i’m being judged bc i’m beating myself up mentally abt my insecurities and i just end up most likely having a panic attack and just like tearing up, either crying on the spot or trying to hold it in till i get home). i’ve been feeling like this recently and i’d love to see what they’d do if that’s possible please!! thank you so much!!

I love such requests and I want to remind everyone that my blog is a very safe space where we can imagine whatever we want for our MC and be proud of it. Happy to write it!

Lucifer:

He is stunned at first. Like, things were going great and suddenly, you are backing off?...

He looks you deep in the eyes, lifting your chin up, and asks softly "Is everything okay or do you need to share something?"

Is incredibly patient while you are trying to explain what's going on in your head.

Also, will not let you go unless you share everything to him about how you feel and why.

"I love you deeply and I hope my loyalty and love will soon help you realize what a wonderful creature worth of admiration you are".

Mammon:

Okay, he'll be judging himself immediately as soon as you back off because well, he is in a constant state of low self-confidence and always feels like he is guilty for everything that happens.

"Did I do something wrong? I'll understand if yes, I ruin everything"

Oh, it has NOTHING to do with him. Huh. A relief. But another worry then - what caused you to act this way?

"WHO MADE YOU UNHAPPY? I'LL FIND 'EM!"

After you explain the reasoning behind your behavior, he slightly relaxes but is still worried.

"Can I help somehow? Like, you want some time alone or something? Just tell me,okay?"

Will hug you and whisper "I love you" in your ear till it tickles and you laugh.

Leviathan:

Oh no, what did he do? Why did you back off?

Is it because he is too much of an otaku? HE KNEW IT

It’s not him? Huh? It’s a relief, probably. Though he is still upset about your reaction because he can’t understand it and starts to worry too.

“M-m-maybe you can explain it to me? I’m sure I can understand. I’ve been living in the shadow of my brothers, I know about such things”

Ah, he sees it now.

He will smile brightly and hug you. “It’s okay to feel like this but I hope, together we can create a safe space for us both”.

Satan

Is slightly suprirsed, confused and a tiny bit offended.

Because well, everything was great and then... this thing happened. Did he do anything wrong?

Because he must know so not to repeat it in the future.

He sees you are hesitant to explain but surprisingly, Satan is really patient and will not just let it go.

“Kitten, I’ve never in my life been happier than when I am with you. It’s okay sometimes we need our space but trust me, you never bore or upset me”.

Will make you some mint tea and will bring you sugar cookies while reading a book to you.

Asmodeus

To be honest, he is slightly hurt because no one ever backed off from him before.

Will become very emotional but also determined to find out the reason behind your behavior.

“Darling, but would you please come in my arms? I’d love to calm you down”.

Will stroke your hair and give you kisses on the head until you are able to explain what happened.

Is super sensitive and supportive (which is one of his greatest strengths)

“My dear, even I feel overlooked at times... Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

Beelzebub

He has a bit of a hard time understanding such things so he will honestly have no idea what to do at first.

Like, do you wanna be alone or do you need him? Do you wanna cry or are you angry at him?

It’s really complex for Beel and he often wishes he was better at understanding both demons and humans.

He will directly ask you and will apologize for not understanding your emotions.

While he can’t fully comprehend the concept of you being selectively clingy, he will do his best to understand it in the future.

“Just share how you feel with me, okay? Like, always”

Belphegor

He won’t show it but it hurt him when you backed off.

“Maybe you can write me a note next time you decide you don’t like me anymore?”

*yeah, sarcasm is his weapon of choice when he is confused*

Will hate himself for saying that so will be double-confused since he is akward with apologies.

“Baby, I didn’t mean to... Damn! Listen, I’m sorry, I just got a bit scared and I don’t know what’s happening. Mind explaining, please?”

*yes, he is super akward with that*

Will be surprisingly patient and caring while waiting for your explanation because a) he needs to know and b) he slightly screwed up so...

“I see. We’ll work it out so no worries again, deal?”

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