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jinkiezzsstuff · 2 months

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Bully

alastor x gn!imp!reader

this is part one bc i think i wanna do a smutty part two teehee

Summary: You became friends with Charlie by chance and decide to join the hotel to help! However Alastor is a cruel bastard, and you can’t understand why; he’s just such a little bully. He bugged you while drinking one night and you decide, you’d just leave the hotel; charlie will understand, however Alastor won’t let you.

Warnings: Manipulation im pretty sure, insecurity, drinking, mean alastor (kinda), reader is an imp, alastor try’s to get reader drunk not for nefarious reasons, choking, reader gets held down teehee, swearing, i think that’s it? lmk!!

word count: 3K

You gripped your glass at the bar as the red hellion pranced around you happily like the obnoxious deer he was. “Hello little hellborn.” Alastor hummed, you ignored him continuing to stare into space at nothing. “I’m surprised you haven’t left yet, it’s quite the embarrassment to be born in such a place and be as weak as you are.” Sliding in the seat beside you, he magically made a drink appear in front of him. It was some sort of brown liquor, you weren’t sure what kind. Aside from his cruel tone, his body language was relaxed, arms rested against the warm brown oak coloured bar, occasionally you could catch his coat moving at the back, or his ears twitching softly.

You ignored his stupid prodding, it wasn’t anything new, he wasn’t a fan of you and had no problem letting you know. “So my little imp, how is this evening treating you?” Alastor egged on, leaning toward your slumped over figure. Husk was long gone, relieved of his bartending duties at such an hour, meaning you were left to fend off the giant buck yourself. “Good, how’re you little deer?” You snark back, taking a long gulp of your drink.

Alastor didn’t seem to mind, laughing boisterously with his head thrown back. “My my somebodies sour today. I don’t blame you, a pitiful thing like you? i’d be miserable too.” He let out that annoying goose like, ha ha, that he thought was so coy before taking a swig of his drink. You eyed the clock in the corner, and then sent a glare his way. “Do you ever sleep? Leave me be.” The deer brushed you off, not bothering to respond, he just continued to pick up his drink, take a few sips and put it back down.

You’d met many cruel bastards in hell, but Alastor was the cruellest of all. Which was a shocker to your friends back in the greed ring when you told them. You’d had your fair share of violent run ins with men, so when you professed this one man who’d never put his hands on you, was the worst, they couldn’t believe it, snarking that you were simply being sensitive.

But Alastor was observant and coy, he liked to play pretend happy go lucky but he was calculated in his cruelty. He rooted up your insecurities and then he used them against you, like in crowds of people, in stressful situations, just to embarrass you or make you look crazy; he knew how to pull the strings. The worst part is you could identify it, but couldn’t stop it. You knew what he was doing and he was still able to get to you, and you couldn’t lash out because you were just some Imp from greed who compared nothing to human overlords.

“I didn’t take you for a martyr dear.” Sucking in a breath you tried to remain calm, you knew it was only a matter of time before he spoke something stupid again. “Shush.” It was barely an attempt but at the very least you said something passive. “I think you have a little crush on me.” Eyes bulging you snapped your head towards him in disbelief. Sitting tall Alastor smirked smugly, eyeing you from the corner.

“That’s so fucking juvenile! I never have ever showed any amount of interest in you, and you won’t fucking leave me be Alastor!” You shriek, hands curled in front of you gripping at air as you face him. You could feel the blood rushing through your veins as you screamed at him, and your shoulders tensed with the rage coursing through you. Alastor shrugged a single shoulder, flicking his hand, your glass refilled making you attention get momentarily drawn to your cup.

“I am unsure if that’s true dear. You see, I've been observing certain behaviours for quite some time, and i do believe you have quite the soft spot for me. Who wouldn’t though.” Taking a few large gulps from your cup as you listen to him ramble, you finished with an obnoxious ‘ah’ his ears gently flicking. “Like what exactly? Tell me exactly what you ObSeRvEd, big red.” You mocked his voice tilting your head from side to side, briefly he squinted his eyes at you giving you the impression you’d managed to finally get under his skin a bit. Noted.

“You always avoid my gaze, sometimes, oh my, do you stare, let me see-” His nails one by one came down against the wood of the bar, tapping repeatedly. “Not convinced, I do all those things cause i hate you.” Your face was as flat as your tone, no emotion there whatsoever, but Alastor lazily looked over to you his head tilted ever so slightly.

“You cannot have hate without love my dear.” Had there been booze in your mouth you would’ve done a spit take, thankfully though there wasn’t, instead you slammed your fist against the bar cackling manically. “That’s such bullshit!” The exclamation was loud your voice lifted an octave as you laughed. The deer once again waved his hand refilling your glass and sipping at his own. “It’s true little imp. How can you hate something you never liked to begin with?”

Now that stunted you, your laughing ceased as did your insane thrashing around on the barstool. Your face scrunched as you thought through the words he said over and over. He was right, and that’s what was getting you, technically he was right. “Mm, maybe because it’s annoying.” You finally say with a tone that basically said ‘duh’.

“So you know you hate something before you like it, because it’s annoying?” Alastor repeated voice lifting with false intrigued. You nodded drunkenly gulping down more of your poison in a glass. “How did you feel before you established it’s annoying?” Your lip quirked up, you felt confused at that. You shook your head, head falling towards him, neck stretched slightly. “Nothing because he’s always annoying.”

“Who?” You slapped your hand against your face, either Alastor was playing dumb, or he was. It was obvious to you, that he was that ‘it’ you were talking about. Deciding to not even respond you return to your position. Your hand fiddled with the glass as your eyes danced loosely around the back of the bar as you sat in momentary silence. “You’re not even that hot.” You slurred, mentally noting that you were started to get a little drunk, and to slow down a bit.

Alastor chortled his radio sounding out a laugh track with him. “Please dear, I know plenty of sinners who think otherwise.” Rolling your eyes you put your lips to the glass remarking, “go bug them then,” before taking your drink. Alastor kissed his teeth at you, filling up his glass this time and taking a polite swig.

“I’m just trying to keep you company in your time of need.” You groaned in disbelief, watching as he sipped his alcohol watching you from the corner of his eye. “You should go, especially since you have sooo many people desiring your company.” You mock making exaggerated faces as you spoke, your behaviour wasn’t too out of the ordinary as you were a fairly theatrical demon yourself, but not with Alastor. He was only granted the most minimal aspects of your personality so he couldn’t use anything against you.

The demon quirked his brow, spinning the seat he faced you, one arm on the bar still gripping his liquor. “Oh but I do! So many women and men are just throwing themselves at my feet, so many fans of my broadcast. Oh and if i may, some are quite the sight. I might even say some had my eye,” Resting his head on his hand which had released his cup to rest his head, he stared at you through lidded eyes that told you he was teasing you. You again noticed he was trying to poke you, annoy you, but still couldn’t stop the way your teeth grit and your face crunched, hell even your stomach clenched making the warm alcohol crawl up your oesophagus.

Growling you tipped your glass, bottoms up right? You slapped you cup down empty, though it didn’t stay for long before it refilled itself. “Would you stop filling my fucking up?” You snap, following in suit with turning your body towards him. Your knees brushed against eachother as you spun your chair but you barely cared. “Darling, stop drinking it so fast and I won't fill it.” The way he remarked, throwing his free hand around lazily made you want to rip his face off. “I want to leave, that’s why i’m drinking.”

Checking his nails meticulously, the demon ignored you. Tonight wasn’t the night and you could feel the overwhelming emotions start to ripple up from where you pushed them down, like a tsunami. Thankfully no angry tears fell, and you managed to regain your composure by hiding behind your tilted cup, only getting yourself drunker than you already were, or needed to be. “Why do you care to bother me?” You urged jabbing your chest with your finger.

Surprisingly the radio demon was silent, more silent than ever, no ambient radio, no hum nor scoff, just erie silence. You watch his face stay still, eyes stuck forward, with an annoyed sigh you snapped your fingers in front of his face. His eyes darted down soaking in your drunken state, eyes filled with impatience. A different type of smile took over his face, the look he gave you might be even considered flirtatious, but with Alastor you never knew.

“You’re just so fun to annoy, I get such a kick from watching you suffer!” Scowling you face soured as the tsunami of emotions creeped up again. You stood from your seat, barstool screeching like nails on a chalkboard. You without another word marched away leaving the full cup on the bar. You got to your room thankfully without any bother from the red devil. In your hazy state, you haphazardly tossed various belongings you had on the bed. You were so tired of feeling pathetic and small, you wanted to go back to where you somewhat belong. You wished you were strong like Angel, he’s so much stronger for being able to put up with Val, you can’t even put up with Al without running off, and Alastor’s not as bad.

Tears began to fall in self pity as an avalanche of emotion and memories crashed down on you fueling your erratic packing. Walking into the ensuite bathroom you had, you closed the door and sat on the toilet seat, trying to calm your rapid breaths and calm your heart. Your face burnt and your chest felt tight, this was idiotic, you continually chanted to yourself. Taking a final deep breathe you washed your face in an attempt to sober and cover up the tear tracks. When you left the bathroom you gasped stepping back, fear momentarily flooded your system and quickly fizzled out.

There stood Alastor patiently waiting, hands tucked behind his back beside your bed. “What the hell are you doing?” Your tone was harsh as you barreled further into the room nearing him, finger pointed at him ready to prod at his chest. Before you could speak again, or land your finger on him, he speedily gripped your wrist, drawing your attention up. “Oh hush, dear, always so angry. I just came to check on you after you left so abruptly, and then i heard banging and this awful squeaky sound.” The look in his eyes told you that awful squeak must’ve been your sobs.

“Okay great you checked, i’m good, now leave.” Gently you wiggled your wrist from his hold, and moved it from him and then the door. Alastor hummed flatly, turning he slowly waltzed around your bed looking down at the things that were on it, including the suitcases. “No can do dearie, seems you’re trying to make an escape. That’s quite emotionally immature don’t you think?” You slouched over, grunting at him. You simply decided to work around him, he wasn’t going to talk you out of leaving. Unfortunately you were drunkenly set on leaving, and though Charlie would probably be very upset, you knew she had plenty of support here.

Static fizzled ominously from him as you continued to ignore his presence, ignoring his calls to you, or one off comments about your clothing choices, he even began to materialise right in front of where you were headed making you bump into him. Despite all that, you’d just move around him, and not listen to a word he said. You even began to hum as you folded your clothes. “Darling you are being-” You spun from your position hunched over the clothes, bumping past him you intended to go to the bathroom to grab your toiletries unfortunately that small gesture of rudeness was the snap for Alastor.

Antlers growing in size the demon gripped you from behind and tossed you on the free space of bed. You yelped as you were tossed, landing somewhat softly amongst the things on your bed. Gripping your ankle, you were yanked by him to the edge, his hand coming down to wrap itself around your neck. Leaning over you dials in his eyes he statically hissed at you. It was a sight you weren’t used to seeing, he didn’t even show genuine anger when Mimzy led the loan sharks to the hotels door. You didn’t necessarily feel fear staring up at the ballistic looking animal man, but you weren’t comfortable that’s for sure. You’d been in this position before and unless you die, you more than likely will be again.

Still intoxicated you just limply laid there waiting for him to either break your neck, choke you, or set you free. At this point you didn’t care which happened just that he’d hurry it up. “You aren’t leaving the hotel dear, so when i let you up, you’re going to unpack.” Your looked at him with disgust, his antlers coming back to their original size, his claws retracting soothing your aching neck slightly, and his eyes returning from their dial form. “If this is about Charlie, she won’t mind, i won’t even tell her you did it, now get off.” Your voice came out raspy from his tight grasp, but it wasn’t too painful.

“This isn’t about Charlie.” The words came out punctuated and harsh, like part of him didn’t even want to say it. “Then what is this all about, let me go.” You began to wiggle, raising your hips in an attempt to buck him off, but instead he dropped his hips on top of yours weighing you down. “I don’t know,” He grit angrily, his eyes returning to the wide eye dial. “I have no clue what my particular fascination is with you. The worst part is, you’re tight; why don’t I just leave you be?”

Groaning and lulling your head back, you think to yourself that he’s playing some awful trick. “Oh for fuck sakes Alastor cut the shit!” His neck cracked as his head tilted unhealthily to the side, his face inching closer to yours. He watched you closely, the uncertainty evident in your eyes; he doesn’t blame you for being so weary but he hates it. “Oh my, such crude language,” Tutting softly he brought his face directly in front of yours, lips inches away, eyes locked, there was no room for you to run, he had you pinned and cornered.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused at the way he sat across your hips weighing you down, his hand resting against your neck compared to the original squeeze it had, and his other hand splayed right next to your head to keep himself balanced as he hovered over your face, it was an erotic position in your mind. Instinctively your hands went to his chest attempting to keep distance, but he pushed against it, disregarding any boundary that there was. “How could I change that snappy tone, make you stay, and believe me?” His tone was raised with a false sense of curiosity and cluelessness.

With a deep chuckle that could’ve been a demented giggle, Alastor crashed his lips against yours harshly. You squeaked at the contact of his warm lips against yours, and he quickly darted out a pitch forked tongue taking your breath away in one foul swoop. Despite your brain screeching at you to pull away, kick him, do something! You didn’t, you couldn’t, you were loving every second of him.

He smelt oddly like woodchips mixed with expensive cologne, his lips pressed against yours with hard intent but the way they danced against yours was gentle. His smile stayed put, though it was relaxed, his lips were cracked and rough against yours. His hair tickled your forehead, and around your neck his thumb gently caressed back and forth.

Under all the stimulation of just Alastors being, you completely gave in, melting into the mattress. You didn’t even know how tense you were until your muscles relaxed letting Alastor’s body sink further into you. You hummed softly against him trying to stay at the forefront of your mind instead of losing yourself in him, it was too risky at this point.

Alastor pulled away, your lips glistened with wayward saliva, though the kiss wasn’t too long nor too messy, it still was pretty intense. It seemed Alastor kissed you with frustration as motivation. Your eyes were lidded as you stared up at him as he looked down at you in admiration, the first time he’d ever looked at you softly, at least from what you could recall.

“What happened to being a weak imp?” You asked softly, voice wobbly. Chuckling lowly Alastor had what could be described as a fond smile on his face. “You still are,” Your mouth stretched into a flat line as did your eyebrows. “But, you’re a weak imp i feel called to protect. A weak Imp who can be strong if alongside me.” The demon sounded sly and calculated as he spoke but his face and actions contradict his words; they were soft. Alastor removed his hand from your neck gently cupping your cheek and caressing it as he spoke.

You truly couldn’t tell whether or not he was manipulating you or being honest, but the only way to find out, was to chance it.

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popponn · 2 months

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boyfriend hcs | isagi yoichi.

notes: im done pretending to be sane. "things and hcs about isagi yoichi" post because world hard and cold isagi yoichi soft and warm. this time, really mean it when saying no brain just isagi big love. please don't look at this too closely, other than that: no warning.

the "natural rizz" type who is honestly not really good at being purposefully suave. if he tries, it will either go boyfailure route or cute babygirl route. if he doesn't, it's a full package bf who will get your whole family & friends' approval.

at first, he tries really hard, but the moment you get him to calm down and kick the nervousness away, you will get: casual affection, unconditional support, a cuddly & clingy bf on weekends, etc.

looks at matching keychains once and the metavision is telling him it will be cute if you two have that.

he seems like the type who is not obvious when he is in love. at first. the moment his friends accidentally stumble upon your dates and see his smile, his smile is fooling no one.

somehow could make the most mundane unromantic activity cute as long he does it with you. accidentally. somehow.

when he starts dating you, his clothes will reflect your taste because: 1) he will shop for those clothes with you and ask for your opinion; 2) if you are a sane human with a bare minimum level of taste you should know his fashion sense level is in minus already—please do a favor to mankind and get him away from that neon orange trousers and bright green jumper; 3) he just wants to see you happy; 4) despite his humble look and usual demeanor, he likes showing off that he has you and you have him.

doesn't mean he can pick your clothes. do yourself a favor and think thrice or ten times if he suggests clothing or god forbid a mix match. love makes people dumb but it has to have a limit. your man is not trustworthy in the style department.

getting his parents' approval should be the least of your worries. his blue lock fellows and noel fucking noa should be your concern. good luck, high chance you have to verbally fight people like michael kaiser and barou shohei.

your phone is guaranteed to have at least 5 country clocks in it because yoichi is an international sensation. and when he is not busy practicing, you barely leave his mind at all.

it ranges from "oh, they will like this as a gift" to longingly gazing at his phone because while he is an understanding & secure attachment-style boyfriend, it doesn't mean he can bear with you not contacting him for three days. call your man. text him.

his favorite songs will be that cm song and whatever you often listen to around him—"it just sticks". his favorite movie will be totoro and your favorite movie. attachment and fond memories are the main driving force for his favorite stuff.

is pretty independent and self-sufficient that is not clingy most of the time. unless when he is sleepy. he hugs his pillow when he sleeps, now that he has you get ready.

if your main love language are acts of service and words of affirmation, it will be an instant match. "i do this for you, you do this for me" without any talking needs to be done, just like second nature. and he likes to be praised.

in case of quality time and physical touch, it will take some time to get used to, most probably. while he clearly enjoys time with his closest ones, isagi also enjoys his alone time and thinking time too. and he used to be a shy boy who doesn't share touches with people much. but believe in his adaptability, as long as the parties involved are willing to figure this out it will get figured out.

made a whole post about this once like a besotted fool, but is a really good listener who likes listening to you. it's like you "giving him a piece of you"—especially if it is a part of you that you don't share much.

please do listen and try to figure him out though. moving on soon and focusing on the present's solution is good but in some cases, it really might lead to what people call "pent-up emotions". isagi doesn't enjoy looking or being "weak", but really understanding the emotions he doesn't say out loud will benefit both of you in the long run.

keep the balance in everything—because isagi as understanding and adaptable as he is, still sometimes has a lapse in judgment.

before this gets into angst territory let's stop here. moving on.

is canonly described as poetic in one of exhib dialogues—which means this man is scientifically proven to be cheesy as hell.

sheepish, boyish, cute, sometimes nervous, very boy next door yes. but when he is in the moment, aka the romance flow is kicking, get ready for the most heartfelt, the most sincere profession of love under the sunset. an "i'm glad you are in my life", an "i will happily choose you again", etc.

learn to kick a soccer ball if you can't. 1) good for self-defense; 2) he sometimes brings the ball to sleep and if you don't want it, really think of it as self-defense. (not kidding, check his PWC sprite and that one sleeping anime official art merch)

at first gets bashful at pet names, but if someone makes fun of him—especially during a match—that's just asking for it.

remember his habit of being unable to say "no"? In a very loving manner, it comes back in full force with you. he will spoil the hell out of you even when you don't ask him to. what you want, isagi will get.

you have to be his #1 supporter. because he is yours. sometimes he can give advice and help for you, sometimes he can't. but if anything, he will always be there.

has a soft spot for you smiling while hugging something. in other words, while his gallery is full of your photo with plushies, animals, etc—the number of mirror selfies with the two of you hugging each other is enough to make anyone blink in astonishment.

if someone badmouths you or tries to harrass you, oresagi aka on field persona comes out without any hesitation. and while isagi's appearance doesn't come in the most intimidating form—we have seen him. hold him back, please.

even after everything, is honestly a pretty simple guy who thinks a simple breakfast with you worth much more than expensive dinners. home dates with him is always the coziest thing on earth, no matter whether under a sunny sky or rainy clouds.

when he is dedicated to you, he is dedication itself. certainly still have to do pr and fanservice when he meets some fans in the street, but before he leaves he will always squeeze your hand like asking for permission and he always does it with such efficiency that some of his friends wonder if he is trained to return as quickly as possible to your side. (yeah. isagi values efficiency and like how he wants a goal, he wants to enjoy his date with you.)

comfort hcs tho, when you feel insecure or down in some ways talk to him. he might pick up the bad mood but he isn't the type to try and overstep when you don't want to tell him. and as said before, he is a really good listener who is always there for you, so it will really do you good.

sometimes protest but he loves it when you play with his hair one way or another. ruffle it, pat it, style it—do as you wish. bonus if you are in front of him, in his lap, in the comfort of your shared abode. clingy isagi coming out again.

he hugs in the same way he kisses. they are long and heartfelt. one could use "passionate" to describe them, if it isn't for a certain chaste-esque mannerism that is almost always there.

the only time it is not is when the two of you are in private but because this is a family account. not going there.

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urfavlarry · 2 months

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Alastor x insomniac!reader

A/N: this one is a bit short since i didn’t really have ideas to make this longer but I think it turned out pretty well! and reader is gender neutral<3

warnings: swearing,mentions of abuse, reader having nightmares, bad grammar

genre: slight angst but mostly fluff :3

summary: reader had nightmares and goes for a walk to the hotels library not many residents know of! And you just happen to come across the radio demon himself

3rd person POV

You stir in your sleep, you’ve been trying to fall asleep for 4 hours now and its currently 3am. You groan and turn towards the clock beside you on the bedside table. You close your eyes and you finally drift off into a slumber.

You wake up in a home, your home from when you were alive. You sit up from the floor you were sitting down and look down. You were a human again and you were sitting in the bathroom. You suddenly hear yelling and banging and you quickly open the bathroom door and run down the stairs, running down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes widen as you see your father and mother yelling and you back up towards the wall. Your father notices you and starts screaming foul things at you and you try to get out of the room but he grabs a fist full of your hair and pushes you into the kitchen. You curl up into a ball and cry to yourself when you suddenly jolt awake, tears streaming down your face. “Fuck..” You choke out and quickly wipe your tears as you sob and bring your knees to your chest. You look at the time and only 17 minutes passed from when you last fell asleep. You sigh and swing your legs from the bed and go grab some socks. You put them on and leave your room and lock it behind you, putting the keys into your pjs pocket.

You walk down the hall to the elavator and go up to the highest floor where the library is. You’ve never really seen anyone go up there other then Charlie when she brings new books that she things you would be interested in. So it was your quiet spot for when you had a lot on your mind and wanted some time for yourself. You feel the elavator stop so you walk down the dark hallway and open the library doors. They were old and had beautiful rose carvings in it with golden touches here and there. You smile softly at the sight as you walk into the library but your smile drops when you see someone had turned on the light. “Someone is here.” You think to yourself and sigh in annoyance but walk on the old red carpet that was on the library’s floor. The library was big, the center was in a circle shape and had two long halls filled with bookshelves and some seating areas. In the center an old chandelier hung from the ceiling that had beautiful renaissance inspired art with more carvings of roses. It also had two floors full of every book you could think of from the living world and hell aswell.

Your vision was a bit blurry since the light only lit up the center so you quickened your pace when you suddenly saw a familiar pair of red ears. Your breath hitches and you stop and freeze in your place. No you didn’t really have a problem with Alastor but you were quite scared of him to say the least. He was a feared Overlord after all. You look away for a second and look back but you notice the pair of ears disappeared. You look around in a slight panic when you feel a presence behind you. You step back slightly and you hit someones chest and turn around im a swift movement and see the familiar sinister smile that everyone was so scared of.

“Good evening dear, what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?” Alastor asks with his usual grin, putting away the book he was reading that was now long forgotten. He straightens his suit, dusting himself off and looks back at you awaiting your answer. “I um couldn’t sleep, so I just wanted to come here to maybe pass some time.” He hums in acknowledgement and studies your figure like you were his next meal, which wouldn’t surprise you if you were. Your eyes were red and puffy from you crying and you looked quite shaken, still having the nightmare fresh in your mind. “Well I suppose I wont push you to tell me more, how about I read to you so we can pass the time together? Come along now darling I won’t take no for an answer.~” He says turning around to go grab the book he was reading and goes to sit down at one of the many seating areas in the library, expecting for you to follow behind. You sit down next to Alastor, making sure to keep your distance since you knew he was a bit.. how do you put this lightly? Bitchy, when someone invaded his personal space.

He eyes you for a second, opening his mouth to say something but decided against it and opens the book, making sure to start from the beginning so you’re not confused about anything. You listen to him closely, imagining the characters and scenes as if you were in the book yourself. You slowly start to tune him out, your eyes and head feeling heavy as you fight back a yawn. Your head starts to dip to the side and your consciousness starts to slip out of your grasp.

Alastors POV

My ears perk up, when I suddenly feel weight on my lap. I lift the book up a bit and see Y/N laying in my lap. “I guess they finally found peace in their dreams after all.” I think to myself and put the book away, playing with their soft hair. I stop myself and rethink my actions; “Why is it that I don’t mind their touch? Why am I feeling this way? I’m a feared Overlord? Am I perhaps going soft?” I think to myself and look down at the sleeping demon once again. Their soft snores echo slightly through the library and I sigh, smiling softly.

“I’ll let it slide, just this once.” I roll my eyes and pick up the book once again and continue where I left off.

3rd person POV

Charlie walks through the halls of the hotel with seversls books in her hand, Vaggie helping her out not wanting her girlfriend to struggle all by herself. They walk to the elavator and go up to the library. Vaggie raises a brow as she has never really been to this part of the hotel and walks down the hall to the old doors. They open it and walk in, noticing the light was on and see the familair deer demon from a distance. Vaggie rolls her eyes, mumbling some incoherent Spanish words Charlie doesn’t even bother trying to understand, knowing it’s probably just profanities towards Alastor.

As the walk closer they find a familiar demon laying their head on Alastors lap and Vaggie takes out her spear, ready to slit the radio demons throat when suddenly Alastor brings his pointer finger to his lisp, shushing the couple; “Shh, they’ve had a tough night, it’s best if we let the poor dear sleep the day away if they wish.” He says in a hushed tone and grins at the couple, maybe slightly glaring at the angered woman pointing a sharp spear towards him. Charlie nods and fights back her squeals and places the books down carefully in their spots, Vaggie helping her out but still glances your way just in case the sadistic Overlord tries anything. Alastor just stares right back, sometimes even making himself look a bit more terrifying with the radio dials and creepy smile, returning back to normal the moment Charlie looks his way. They leave the room shortly after and you start to wake up from the sound of doos shutting.

You groan a bit and go to sit up when you see you’re not in your room like usual and that you slept a bit too peacefully today. You look up and see the radio demon grinning up at you and you flinch back, almost falling off the coach you were sleeping on a few moments ago.

You yelp and quickly stand up to get away from the man, not wanting to face him after sleeping on him the whole night when he suddenly speaks up; “Don’t be afraid to come find me again when you have trouble sleeping my dear, i’d be more then happy to help you fall asleep once more, maybe make this a routine, hm?” Your breath slightly hitches and you just nod, speed walking away and leave the library, not wanting to be in his presence any longer than you already were.

Alastor smiles to himself, hoping you would take his offer up and that you really would make this a routine.

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mochinek0 · 1 year

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Unexpected Angel (2/4)

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Marinette chugged the rest of her coffee, the moment she spotted Carrie by her desk. She threw the cup away and sighed.

Carrie smiled, "There you are. Here I was thinking that you left early. You're late coming back for lunch."

"Actually, I'm five minutes early." Marinette pointed out.

Carrie glared at her, "Copy all these papers and make sure there are at least twenty-five pages each. You should be able to do that in three hours, right?" and walked away.

Marinette looked at the stack of papers. There were at least fifty pages. Sure, she could do that and get it done in three hours, but she also had to finish a design by the time she clocked out of work today. Her boss was counting on her. They needed to start on the samples next week, if it was approved. Mairnette sat down at her desk and looked at the designs. The color green caught her eye. It reminded her of the stranger from the café.

'That place is survival of the fittest.'

Marinette looked between her design and the stack of paper. She smiled and turned towards the deisgn.

'Sorry, Carrie.'

Carrie smiled as she approached the new girl's desk. She expected to find her buried and scrambling to get the papers in order. Instead, she found her sitting at her desk and humming.

"Where are my papers?" she cried, "Did you leave them at the machine again?"

"They are right here." Marinette smiled, "Right where you left them."

"I told you to do them!" Carrie screamed, "There's a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Then, you should get to it." Mari replied, "I can't imagine not having the correct information for a meeting. That sounds really important."

"You little bitch!" Carrie shouted, slapping Marinette.

Marinette just smiled at the vindictive lady, "Sorry, but I have my own job to do. I don't have time to do your job. What have you been doing for the last three hours? So much wasted time. I mean, is your job that hard that your can't copy papers? You've been at this for five years. No offense, but I don't want to be you in five years. Better get started, you have an important meeting in.....ten minutes."

Carrie snarled, grabbed the papers, and hurried away.

To say that Carrie was upset was an understatement. Her boss had yelled at her when the meeting was over. She had managed to print the first eight pages, but she was left entering and exiting the meeting to grab the other hot off the press. To top it off, she watched her boss praise Marinette.

"I knew I could count on you, Marinette." their boss spoke, "You had some difficulty this past month, but you have improved."

Marinette simply smiled, "Thank you for your kind words. I just....had to really focus on my work and not worry about other things."

Carried stomped out of Wayne Enterprise after that. All weekend she planned. She was going to leave her work with Mairnette and leave work as if she was sick, saying Marinette volunteered to do her work. If that didn't work, it wouldn't be her fault if her coffee accidentally spilled all over Marinette's desk. If the new girl was a better employee, her desk would be clean. Maybe it would help her with her time management skills. She was going to make Marinette miserable next week, as payback for making her look stupid in front of her boss.

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megumimania · 4 months

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WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES 12 - gojo satoru

summary: you’re under a table trying to eat 12 grapes before midnight in hopes for a better love life

warnings: gojo satoru x fem! reader, fluff, best friends to lovers, reader is a hopeless romantic, gojo being gojo, mention of past relationship with geto, bi gojo for the win (am i projecting?? well…yes!).

in a last ditch attempt to revive your love life just in time for the new year, you are currently sitting under a table trying to consume twelve consecutive grapes in a row ever since the clock struck midnight—ushering in a new year of prosperity, success and hopefully in your case, love. you’re already three grapes down when you spot a familiar face that you know and love.

“hey auntie y/n what are you doing under here!” your niece asks in a tone way too loud to just be a question. you try to answer but the tingling sensation from your leg going numb after being stuck in such an uncomfortable position for a while delays your answer. “uh, im just…hiding!” you reply, hoping that she gets distracted by the next colourful thing in the house and runs away.

“oh…okay!” she replies after a beat of silence and waddles off. you let out a sigh of relief as you hear her footsteps receding but you don’t take this brief moment of peace for granted. immediately eating three grapes after that so at least you’re halfway through them. it’s not long after that when you’re disrupted again by another familiar voice. “y/n!” the voice calls out, you groan in annoyance. the annoying voice calls out to you again “y/n your mom is looking for yo—what the fuck?”

the annoying voice aka satoru stops dead in his tracks, crouching down to see your mouth stuffed full with grapes and immediately you wish for the ground to swallow you up right there and then. but satoru thinks you look adorable like a little chipmunk as he reaches out to squeeze your cheeks, earning a light slap on the wrist from you.

you swallow the grapes with a gulp, the glare in your eyes turning murderous as you lock eyes with him. “i don’t want a word out of you.” satoru tenses, convinced if he moved a muscle you’d kill him. “this stays between us.” you say, jabbing your finger into his chest for emphasis.

“relaax alvin, i’m not gonna tell anyone about this.” satoru replies coolly biting back the urge to tease you more about this as a best friend does. he watches as your guarded expression wavers, unconsciously moving aside so he can join you under the table. “damn you really needed love that bad?” he asks with a snort, wincing as you pinch his arm.

“you of all people should know how shambolic my love life was last year!” you wiggled your legs to stop them from going numb knocking satoru’s knees in the process. satoru hummed in agreement knowing that you weren’t exaggerating at all. from the really hot dilf who left you to pay the bill all by yourself and had the cheek to ask for money to get a taxi home, to the other guy who wouldn’t let you get a word in at all during the date and left you 99% sure that he probably had human remains hidden somewhere in his home.

“i wish i was like you.” you pouted as you leaned onto his shoulder for comfort. “you’re so carefree and you rarely get attached, except with that really cool guy in college who played guitar from time to time…what was his name again?” satoru chuckled softly at the way you described him—always seeing the positives in people. the memories of the relationship coming back to him in small bursts. “his name was suguru.” he answered with an expression that seemed to show his indifference towards his ex.

“and it wasn’t that easy, remember?” he nudged you playfully as you both thought back to the break up. the long nights where’d he come over to your dorm and just cry in your arms for what seemed like hours, the way he’d walk around campus an empty shell of himself. it was horrible and there was a point in time where you thought that you were gonna lose him.

“anyways.” he said as he stretched his legs out, clearly over talking about the past. “love will come to you. you just gotta be patient.” you rolled your eyes at the statement, fed up with hearing that all the time. “tell me something i dont know at this point.” you muttered as you kept your eyes glued to your shoes, ignoring the tears welling up in your eyes.

“i seriously don’t think you’re gonna be waiting for that long, sometimes the love you seek is right in front of you.” he said gently in a tone that sounded more reassuring than anything. your ears perked up at the sound of that—looking at him with starry eyes as he held your face with such tenderness, like it was the most precious thing on earth as he continued wiping the stray tears that fell on your face.

“when did you get so wise?” you said with a smile as his ghost like touches left goosebumps on your skin. satoru looked at you with such a softness that you never thought was possible in all the years you knew him.

satoru’s heart was beating so much he almost thought that he was going to die. he slowly picked up the last grape with a slight tremor that you eased by holding his hand in place as he placed it between your lips before gently capturing them in a soft but firm kiss. “happy new year, y/n.” he said with a slight raspiness in his tone, before slipping out underneath the table and heading back to join the new year celebrations that were occurring in the living room.

you traced over your lips where he’d just kissed you and felt your heart race at the memory of it. you internally cursed satoru out knowing that he was right—the love you sought out and wished for was always in front of you. it was just hard to find because it was hiding in the form of your longtime best friend gojo satoru.

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daydream-believin · 4 months

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a real stand up guy ba dum tss

summary: you get stood up by an internet man. douxie, your waiter and secret admirer, remedies that jackass’s mistake.

warnings: uh. swearing, alcohol, i’m too lazy to proof, the yooj. oh and doux doesn’t know how to handle this crush without getting slightly into stalker territory sorry. its a red flag but i think its cute. you may not think its cute.

a/n: tumblr was glitching while i tried to post this so idk how many paragraphs i accidentally erased. i mean i tried my best to make that number 0. but anyways if something is off let me know. the challenge for this one is that im not allowed to use italics. which you should know was very hard for me agshjfkgjdjh

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okay quick psa i know it’s been years so if you want off the taglist just hmu. also if you were on the taglist and got taken off thats bc tumblr says you don’t exist anymore

uh this was a request. i’m not doing requests tho dont think that. looking back yeah that ask if from march 2022 and this doesn’t even match up to what you asked 😂 im so sorry @rose-writes-shit

you took a peek at your watch. 7:34 o’ clock. letting your head fall into the open palm of your propped up hand, you sighed.

coffee meets bagel boy was supposed to have met you at 7:00.

of fucking course. you let your plucky pink-haired coworker convince you to download a fucking dating app and make a profile, just for the only guy who had actually been interested enough in you to ask you on a real date to stand you up. makes sense.

it’s not like you’ve ever had luck with these kind of things. it’s not like you’ve ever had luck period. your kind might be the black cat of humans.

you’ve spent way too long eating the free bread at a mr. benoit’s of all places. it was the “classiest” establishment in the certain suburban hellscape of california you inhabited, albeit. you took in the scenery for the millionth time that night with a renewed sense of disgust. at least now you had a legitimate reason to hate this place.

your waiter slinked over, and you could tell he felt bad for you with the awkward shuffling gait to the pity grimace on his face.

“so, uh, perhaps more bread?”

you rolled your face towards him, arbitrarily throwing animosity his way with your dead eyes, just because he was there. but soon your compulsive desire to be the funniest pathetic wretch in the room won out.

“i’m considering burning this whole place down right now, actually,” you joked.

he grit his teeth, sucking in a breath, “could i perhaps convince you to do that on a night i’m not closing, instead? tomorrow is my least favorite coworker’s turn, for your consideration,”

“hmm,” you pretended to think, “i’ll take your suggestion then, it’s only kind,”

“thank you for your generosity,” he grinned, “now, are you still waiting for someone or?”

douxie had been watching you for over half an hour now. not creepily. he swears. he just got a little excited when he saw you come into the restaurant is all.

anddd maybe he might have badgered the host into giving you one of his tables. but again, he was just excited. he’s been looking for an excuse to talk to you for the past three months, after all. forgive him for jumping on the opportunity.

he maybe fancied you. just a wee bit. perhaps a rather large bit. or at least, the version of you he’s cooked up in his head from the way he sees you interact with people at house parties and the things he’s heard from zoe.

but he’s sure he’ll love you. as soon as he gets to know who you actually are. which, hopefully, is about to be sooner rather than later.

he did not anticipate this situation, however. whatever benevolent deity blessed him on this night decided to throw a jar of pickled herring in with the otherwise yummy pastry filled gift basket they left for him.

not long after you arrived at 6:56 pm, not that he marked the time you came in or anything he just happened to glance at the clock around that time, he watched you, how they say, deflate. your demeanor shifted from antsy to sad to downright annoyed.

you were dressed nicely. not fancy, not pretending like this wasn’t a benoit’s. but nice. orderly. like you wanted to make a good impression on whoever it was you were expecting to meet. so either a date, or mayhaps a job interview.

not that you didn’t look nice or orderly on other days. you just weren’t in your hex tech uniform shirt. or in the incredibly casual clothes you wore when he saw you around. you were just. clearly cleaned-up, is all.

whoever it was, it was obvious that they were not coming. doux applauded you for being patient enough to wait this long, but again, they obviously weren’t coming. which, if it was a date, was good for him, but bad for you. very bad for you.

and honestly who does this person think they are? letting you down like this? horrible. disgraceful. this person was a grade A jerk-off. they have to be dead from the neck up to leave you waiting here like this, publicly embarrassing you as you sat at a table set for two all alone at one of the busiest restaurants in town. shame on them.

he was glad you seemed to be in the joking mood, however. and about arson, too. oh, he’s always had a soft spot for arsonists.

he hoped you’ll forgive him for having to do his job. if it was up to him, he’d give you all the bread in the pantry just so you wouldn’t leave. but alas, he had to deal the killing blow.

“now, are you still waiting for someone, or?”

your eyes drifted downward to the empty wineglass in your hand as you swirled it sarcastically as if it were still full.

you sighed, “yeah, no, it’s clear he doesn’t plan on showing,” you looked back up at him ruefully, “i’ll order now. i shouldn’t have waited this long for an internet man, anyway, huh? could’ve made it less pathetic.”

“i don’t think there’s a way to make these things any ‘more’ or ‘less’ pathetic,” he began taking out his notepad, ready to write, “because i wouldn’t call it pathetic at all. getting stood up is a thing that’s done to you, not because of who you are, but because of who someone else chooses to be… unless you stole this guy’s car or something. then it’s your fault.”

you laughed. genuinely.

“no, no, it’s a first date. i haven’t known this guy long enough to steal his car yet. but thanks… that’s. a better outlook than mine. kinder,” you apologized, “… uh, can i have like, the cheapest bottle of white wine you’ve got back there? the whole thing this time.”

“i take it back. that definitely made it pathetic.”

while you shared a laugh, douxie mentally congratulated himself. you had just given him the information that a) you were single and b) you were into men. a good day to be a charming single man, then. he had a chance.

“so are you ordering any real food as well? or did you plan on just having wine and bread for dinner? have to say, i don’t think that’s wise, love.”

“well i suppose i gotta, since, i’ve, uh, eaten three baskets of complimentary bread,” you stumbled over your words for a second there, “and i’m sure it’d make the manager mad if it didn’t, right?”

“right you are. he’s uh,” douxie lowered his voice, “he’salreadybeenonmydickaboutyou so yeah, you gotta. plus i’m just— you should eat something, yeah.”

you awkwardly turned your attention to the menu as you did that thing where you hold it and pretend to look over the menu as you order like you forgot or something, “the duck confit sounds good for tonight, i think,”

douxie snorted.

“no, no, that wasn’t a joke,” you shook your head, smiling fondly, “i actually just like duck, i promise. no sarcasm. i do understand the irony though. i get it.”

he didn’t completely believe you, “well then, one order of duck confit, coming right up. be back shortly, love.”

doux grabbed the breadbasket on his way out.

when he glanced back to throw you a short and unnoticeable but longing stare, as he paused in the kitchen doorway, you were fidgeting with the flowers on the table. he should get that order in now.

when your waiter came back with food, he placed two plates down on the table. you looked at him like he had suddenly grown a second head as he took the other seat as well.

“what are you—“

“i called in a favor with the owner. i’m still working but, i’ve got a bit of free time now. if you don’t mind me joining you,”

you shook your head in astonishment.

“not at all,” you smiled, still absolutely flabbergasted that this man would do something like this for you, “you’re douxie, right? zoe’s mentioned you a lot.”

“oH—,” he coughed, “oh, uh, she has?“

“yeah,”

he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “only good things, i pray?”

“oh, sure. sure. good things,” you took a demure little sip of your glass to torture him with the pause implying the contrary.

he swallowed audibly. nervous, then. what dirt did zoe have on him. you watched as he awkwardly shoved up the sleeves of his shirt, perhaps feeling a bit warm now. it was cute.

you’d be sure to ask zoe all about him later. how could you not. this was the most interesting thing to happen all year. and it’s december.

you racked your brain for what you knew of this guy for conversation topics.

“you’re in zoe’s band, right? the lead guitarist.”

his face lit up at the mention of it, “oh, yes. you’ve seen us?”

“once or twice, i believe.”

it wasn’t really your thing, live music. you mostly hung around the back of the bar when you got dragged to shows. you liked loud, sometimes. just not often. it really depended on how your brain was feeling that day.

“well, you’ve gotta come to the next gig, then, at least. i’m sure zoe’s already invited you?” you nodded. “the venue’s holding a wee little music festival, it’s going to be nuclear,”

“ah, that’s fun,” you smiled. that sounded like hell but now that two very enthusiastic wizards have invited you, you don’t have the heart to weasel your way out of it. you’ll bring the “XTREME” ear plugs.

“but yeah, the bands great. i love that i get to play with my mates now. a team that works as well together as we do is rare, so i really appreciate them.”

“speaking of,”

doux hummed inquisitively.

“what’s going on with zoe and that new girly y’all’ve got on the drums?”

“oh,” he paused to take a sip, narrowing his eyes mischievously, “they’re boning.”

you clasped your hands together excitedly, “thank you! you’ve just won me a betting pool.”

he almost had to spit the wine back into his glass,“hhhh. how many?”

“oh, just the entirety of the hex tech arcadia staff.”

“i’m not sure she’ll be happy to hear that.”

“which is why you won’t tell her, mr. casperan,” you placed your hand over his with a cheshire cat grin.

well, he couldn’t argue with that.

dinner progressed. alas, you can’t say you lingered as long as you wanted to on conversation. you were kinda rushing things because you felt a little guilty doux was getting someone to cover for him while you had your little date. was this a date. it had to be. as mentioned, he’s going out of his way for this, and you can’t imagine he’d go through all this trouble because he wasn’t interested in you. but then again, you couldn’t believe he was interested in you either.

“do you like cryptozoology?” douxie tried his best to ask nonchalantly while he scratched the bridge of his nose to look a little less interested. he was feeling a bit energized since talking about the band. you had been paying attention to him like he’d been paying attention to you, if only in passing.

“a tad more than the average californian wizard, why?”

“well, later this weekend, i’ve got a job exterminating a goblin infestation in the next town over,”

“snelling?”

“yeah, snelling. the guy i was partnering with told me he was backing out this morning, so now i’ll be going it alone. and im sure you know how fighting goblins alone usually goes.”

“makes it easier for them to gang up on you, yes.”

“see, that’s why i’m asking if you’d be interesting in taking his place?”

“well, i’ve got the weekend off and nothing to do,” he knew that, he got the hex tech schedule from zoe every week(to know how to schedule band practice. and, if he also took a peak at your schedule, it was purely accidental. yeah.), “so, i don’t see why not.”

doux grinned, both relieved he wouldn’t be fighting goblins alone, and feeling clever that he found an excuse to spend more time with you, “perfect, i’ll text you the details? but, oh, i don’t have your number do i?”

you were about to ask why he couldn’t just tell you in person right now, but he said that soo hammy. it took .01 seconds to understand what he was doing. you snorted.

“okay, okay, here,” you held out your hand and he gladly placed his unlocked phone in your hand. you made the contact and sent yourself a text of the first emoji he had in his recents, which happened to be🫀. ah, a goth romantic. you gave him back his phone.

“perfect. thank you, love.” he tucked the phone into his chest dramatically before placing in back into his pocket.

you rolled your eyes fondly, “you know, goblin smashing isn’t exactly my idea of the perfect second date, you might have to turn up the charm.”

“oh, i’m sure i’ll make it worth your while,” he let his head fall into his palm propped up on the table, gaze going soft, “so was this a perfect first date, then?”

you laughed, “hardly. all things considered. but—“

“but?”

“but i’m glad it happened this way. i’ve had a good time, mr. casperan.”

he grinned in agreement, “me too.”

you put your hand on top of the one he left resting on the table, and he took the opportunity to take that hand and gently lay a kiss to the top of your knuckles. he lingered for a moment, eyes shut tight to take in the tenderness of the moment.

alas, he has to go back to work now.

doux pulled out your chair and helped you to your feet. you thanked him as he started stacking the dishes.

“should i—?”

“no, god no,” he chuffed, “i’m the waiter, remember? i work here.”

“oh yeah.”

that reminded you. you shuffled for your wallet, but he stopped you.

“i’m paying for dinner, love. go enjoy the rest of your evening, i’ll text you after i close.”

“you sure?” it didn’t really sit right with you, considering he probably took a pay cut by not working the whole time you were on this little “date.”

“well,” he paused, and placed the dishes back onto the table for time being, “you could leave me a tip, if you know what i mean. just a teeny thing—“

“c’mere,” you snickered as you pulled him down by the lapels to kiss him.

chaste, just a peck. but perfect and sweet all the same.

when you pulled back, you watched as douxie held his eyes closed for just a moment longer than he need to before letting that blinding all encompassing smile bloom across his face.

“well then, a very goodnight to you, y/n l/n.”

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queerlordsimon · 1 year

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Just a question

Prompt list 1 prompt 29: “im going to marry you one day”

Cw:fluffy, slight angst, self doubt, cute end, mention of marriage

An: a present to ciel

“Are you, tired of me yet?” sebek asked out of the blue, to the prefect who was sitting near him under a tree. The question surprised y/n to say the least. One minute he was talking about his day and something malleus had said to him, and the next, this deep question.

“What do you mean, yet, sebby?” they returned the question, tilting their head at him. He wouldnt meet their eyes, his eyes diverted to the ground, in a uncharacteristic amount of calmness.

“Most people get tired of me easily. Its just something ive grown used to, so im just curious, are you tired of me yet?” the prefects eyes softened on the boy, but their voice was confident and strong.

“Who would get tired of you? Do you need to give me the names? Ill fight someone for you, sebby. “ his gaze snapped up to them, in surprise. And they smiled softly at him. “Ill always fight for you, to make sure you feel ok. You are perfect how you are, and whoever made you think your not deserves to be clocked. “ the boy nearly spluttered at the remarks.

“ thats unnecessary prefect, it was just a question-” a random freshman from another dorm interrupted him, what was said is unimportant, but it made the prefect pop to their feet, manually making the freshman be quiet as sebek watched with fond eyes, sighing softly as the prefect approached him again “im going to marry you one day” he said quietly, but not as quiet as he thought it was.

“What was that sebby?” the boy flushed, returning to his flustered ways.

“Nothing human, you heard nothing!”

“Oh i heard something, sebby. What was it?”

“Nothing of importance human!”” the prefect smiled.

“Everything you say is important sebby.” that got the boy to be quiet, as he did splutter to a halt, making the prefect chuckle before kissing the boy out of the blue, making him fully be quiet. “And ill be standing at that alter, waiting to say i do”

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I think i did well for my first time writing sebek and i think its cute. Please tell me if im way to off his character, i would like to learn from this experience. And happy birthday @love-thanatopsis have some sebek.

#twst #twisted wonderland #sebek #sebek zigvolt #zigvolt #sebek x reader #twst x reader #fyp #foryou #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek fluff

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trancylovecraft · 8 months

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(BLUE EXORCIST) YANDERE LUCIFER: Headcannons

(BLUE EXORCIST SEASON THREE IS OCMIJNG JAND OMG IM SO EXCITED ITS LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE MANGA ALONG WITH KNY OMG OMG) (If you haven't seen the anime or have seen the anime and dropped it, READ THE MANGA THE ANIME DID IT SO SO DIRTY) (IN CELEBRATION AND THE FACT IM VERY SICK RN AND IT REMINDED ME OF HIM, HAVE THIS)

• Okay. Lucifer, King of light. This is probably the worst yandere in aoex you could get (apart from Mephisto but that’s for another time.)

• Possessive, Overprotective, delusional and manipulative TO THE MAX. Lucifer’s a narcissistic monster so you can see how this goes.

• Possessive in the way he just won’t let you go. He views you as his and nothing more. There’s no debating him on this, You have no voice.

• Overprotective in the way that he does not let any harm come to you. Health check-ups every day, Padded room you’re locked in with no sharp edges. That kind of thing

• Delusional in the way he believes the two of you are somehow bound by fate. He may be scarily intelligent but that does not make him sane in the least.

• And manipulative in the way.. Well, Come on. He’s a glorified cult leader. Lucifer controls every aspect of your life from your clothes to your schedule. All so he can display the image he wants you to see.

• I’m going to go with a Romantic route on this one. I’ll do platonic later if anyone wants it.

• Lucifer at first is shocked. Demon’s don’t feel emotions, Not the way humans do anyways. But his heart beats when he sees you. He’s confused at first, Believing it to be an ailment or illness

• However after a while he comes to terms with it, A shocking realisation. One that amazes him deeply.

• Even though love is a laughable matter for demons, Lucifer doesn’t deny it. He believes that you’re an exception and no matter what his siblings or Homare says, It wont deter him

• Being the egoist he is, He believes you must feel the same way. No matter how much you fight or argue he knows you’re just playing hard to get.

• How it started I can see it happen two ways. One, You’re a recruit in the Illuminati and you somehow catch his eye. Number two, You’re a member of the True Cross Order and you catch his attention.

• If you’re in the Illuminati then that just makes it easier for him. Lucifer is the commander in chief and their idolized leader. You and your colleagues practically worship him. (Rose tinted glasses)

• So it’s a breeze for him to get close to you. Suddenly your assigned as his personal guard or caretaker, Suddenly he requests more time off the clock with you.

• You see it as a blessing, The commander in chief wants more time with you. And from there on there really is no escape

• In the second scenario he might of seen you while spying on the order or when he was declaring war. I’m imagining him announcing his speech before his eyes lock on you from behind the mask, He pauses mid sentence to just stare before Homare coughs and breaks him out of his trance.

• He continues on but his eyes keep lingering back to you. It makes you feel uncomfortable more than you already were, This organisation was declaring war on the order and their creepy leader kept eyeing you up and down.

• I feel like Mephisto would catch on, He’d probably deduce it easily but for the sake of plot he wont here.

• When they leave, Lucifer can’t help but drift his mind off to you. He hated human beings, He envied them for their healthy bodies that they wasted doing nothing while he rots.

• And due to that and the fact that he is bedridden most of the time makes it very hard for him to do anything. Instead he relies on Shima to tell him things about you.

• You’re a teaching assistant at the academy, A middle-class exorcist with the meister of doctor and knight. The more he learned the more he felt his heart beat.

• If you have any other romantic partners or interests (even just friendships) he starts to feel another emotion. It’s not a good one, It makes him disgusted.

• Even though what he feels for you is intense and overwhelming, He will not show it at all. Cold and mechanical

• Lucifer wants to get you away from them. He doesn’t like people touching what’s his.

• After confirming this feeling isn’t illness, He has his mind set dead on you.

• Lucifer believes that you must feel the same way. This is love, Something he had never experienced before so he knows it must be mutual right?

• He has Shima gather items from you. Photo’s, Clothing and trinkets. He has them surrounding his bed.

• So when you come along with the exwires to rescue Izumo and he views you on the camera’s his heart skips a beat.

• Lucifer orders the entire staff not to lay a hand on you. If they do then they will suffer by his hand and he MEANS this.

• So when you and the exwires are separated and shoved into different rooms, There was no demon to fight you.

• You were confused. It was just a padded cell. All until a ray of light manifested on the other side of the room

• You bared your weapon. Lucifer appeared in a fresh clone body and full uniform, Wanting to look his best for finally meeting you.

• Of course you ready your weapon but its instantly dismantled by a blinding flash, Making you drop it to the ground.

• Lucifer approaches you and takes no time to proclaim his infatuation and love for you. He says it outright because of well.. He’s convinced that you feel the exact same way about him even though you only met once on really bad terms.

• Lucifer expects you to run into his arms or confess your love back. But to his shock and dismay you only scream obscenities at him, Which is a weird way of showing your love but go off I guess.

• Or not. Lucifer doesn’t like you saying that stuff. Even though he knows you don’t mean it he still takes great offense.

• Lucifer straight up offers you to join the illuminati. A pretty high position (And conveniently works close to him) Tells you about his ideals. His goal of making a paradise, Reviving Satan and making an equal world

• You’re rightfully disgusted. You say no again and curse him out. No way are you joining some glorified cult.

• He sighs, A tad irritated as he steps closer to you. You cant do anything but back away into a corner looking terrified.

• He approaches. The distance closes and he casts a dark shadow, His eyes glowing as he looks at you.

• You’re frozen in fear as he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek. His hands are dead cold.

• “I understand your fear, But sleep well now and you’ll awaken safely in due time.”

• He says that to you and he places a single kiss onto your lips. His are freezing similar to that of a corpses.

• You black out afterwards, Lucifer catches you in his arms as he carries you away.

• After that its the “domestic stage”

• You sleep in a room in the Dominus Liminus. It’s both warded and protected to the nines.

• You wont speak much to anyone. A few staff here or there but Homare is the one tasked with keeping you secure and safe.

• Wherever you go (If you’re allowed out) Homare will be close behind. It wont even be hidden, Saying with a cold face that she is to escort you around the place and assist you.

• But you know it’s just Lucifer keeping an eye on you.

• As soon as your on board you instantly gain the title of ‘The Commander’s Fiancée’

• Its disturbing until you find out why. Once you meet him again he explains that your days are now leading up to your marriage with him.

• He could marry you right now. But Lucifer wants to have a ceremony, An official wedding that will involve a demonic binding to him.

• You curse him out again and try to attack him in his bed. But the Lundström pull you back escort you to your cell. Lucifer calling out your praises as you go.

• You’re fed the highest class food. It doesn’t matter what you prefer since Lucifer claims “You deserve the best”

• You also get a lot of gifts like clothing and furniture. Nothing dangerous or sharp though, Cant let you getting hurt.

• If you get close to anyone but him or maybe Homare he will not hesitate. He’s jealous and will order their death, Sometimes he’ll do it himself depending on the situation.

• Health check-ups daily. Human beings are fragile and if you died he doesn’t think he could go on without the one thing that numbs his pain.

• Unfortunately enough you’re being taken care of by a greasy little doctor Geodinn. Of whom sucks up to you even though you can tell its an act

• If you do manage to escape he will go on a rampage. It’ll be the blue night pt2. He doesn’t care who he kills or what he destroys, Only calmed when your back with him.

• Besides. His siblings as well as all their lower class demons would be on high alert, Its impossible.

• He’s always in bedrest and it annoys him. He can’t spend as much time as he wants to with you and his rotting body wont let him.

• Sometimes when he misses you too much he’ll get Homare to drag you in and lie with him. He likes holding you to your displeasure, Its the only thing that takes away his constant pain

• When his body is new however he makes it count.

• He takes you out on little trips in preparation for your wedding.

• Him, Homare and a group of his most trusted men take you dress shopping. They make you try on a shit ton until Lucifer and you find the perfect one. You both must be in agreement.

• You try to escape but you are instantly caught by Homare and co. Who drag you back to a disappointed and confused Lucifer.

• He still doesn’t understand why you’d want to leave. You’re both in love, Right?

• He takes you out to the final shop. A jewellers where he alone picks out the ring. A silver ring with a diamond centrepiece (Also one that he made a demon under him possess to tell him your location at all times)

• Afterwards its basically time for your big day. His at least, Lucifer is overjoyed and excited for once in his life.

• You walk down the isle with a veil to cover your distraught and defeated face all while carrying a bouquet of white roses. It’s a massive cathedral. The entirety of the Illuminati is there along with his siblings..

• Once you reach the altar, Lucifer is standing there in his full military uniform. For once his expression doesn’t look mechanical and dead, It has life now and his eyes look at you with an organic gleam.

• Iblis, Egyn and Astaroth are standing off to the side. They’re very confused but they don’t question him.

• Iblis thinks its cute. Egyn is confused and Astaroth just got here

• Shima is near the front row and is currently on FaceTime with Mephisto, Whose hysterical and laughing to high hell at what’s happening.

• Homare is ordaining the ceremony. She says her part and then Egyn comes up with the rings as well as a contract.

• Lucifer lifts your veil. He hands you the contract with a pen and urges you to sign it.

• You have no other choice. You sign the paper while trying not to cry. The deal is done, You’re unable to leave entirely now

• He leans down and kisses you as the crowd goes wild cheering. Through the noise you can hear him say one last thing.

• “You look absolutely stunning.. Once I get a working body and once you become a demon eater.. I hope to see you like this for the rest of time..”

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Bet on me, baby - Part 3 (written portions below!)

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He's late.

Not one to waste time, you stood outside the shop at 4pm sharp, arms folded across your torso for warmth, glaring at the sun as if it'd personally offended you by hiding beneath opalescent clouds despite the summer month.

You were fine to wait for five or ten minutes, keeping yourself busy listening to music through your overhead headphones and scrolling through your phone, but as the minutes trickled past and your foot tapped nervously against concrete, you frowned, sent another text-it's not rude to wait indoors, not when the guy you're waiting for is a whooping 15 minutes late, now is it?

You make your order and find a cozy corner to sit at, already bringing out your notes and laptop-the sooner you get this done, the better after all, and you suppose there's no harm in getting a headstart until your project partner arrives.

Yet time flows onwards, with no sight of Mammon to behold.

The ice in your drink has already melted by the time you decide to send him another message, now truly furious as you glanced to the clock on the wall across of you.

You look over your final messages with a sigh as you pack up your belongings, standing up from your seat to head out of the shop.

You're all but ready to storm out when the sound of hurried steps marching your way distracts you, a flurry of white all you see as the chair across you gets dragged back on the wooden floors.

Mammon stumbles into the seat, tilting his head back.

"Ha. Made it" he sighs, turns towards you and has the audacity to smirk, a lazy toothy grin as he slumps further into the seat.

He nods towards you in greeting, blinks owlishly behind his sunglasses. An angry red mark covers his left cheek, one he seems more than oblivious to.

You raise an eyebrow at that, momentarily ignoring the fact that he didn't even apologize for being an hour late as he leans back on his seat, balancing the chair on its back two legs.

You stare at him.

You blink.

And scream.

"What the FUCK Mammon?!" you ask.

He flinches, straightens back his chair as it momentarily threatens to fall.

"Huh? What?!"

"What? What do you mean what?! Where were you?"

He rolls his eyes, shrugs his shoulders with a shake of his head.

"I overslept! Some of us have actual social lives y'know-I was out all night and honestly jus' wanted to sleep all day today" he fumes. "Like, who the hell would wanna spend their saturday doing homework with a nerd?"

Your fingers are about to wrap around your plastic coffee cup and fling it to his head, before Mammon carries on with a sigh.

"At least I was going to, but Satan slapped me and threatened to cut all my credit cards in half if i didnt show up and hes a crazy bastard yknow, if he says it then he fucking means it-" he stifles a yawn, "and im hungover as shit. Why does no one care for me in this family?! I need sleep!"

You clench your teeth.

At least he's here you try to rationalize, at least Satan is a decent person that slapped some sense into him because you'd have no qualms to doing so yourself, peace and love be damned, but instead you sigh, turn to him and say;

"Be late again and I'll let your brothers, Lucifer included, know you were an ass to me."

He dared to laugh at that, shakes his hand as if to dismiss you, "And why would they care what the class nerd says?"

Enough is enough.

You slam your hands on the table, commanding the gaze of everyone in the shop to your form, Mammon flinching back, eyes wide and staring towards you.

"Y/N"

"Huh?"

"My name is Y/N. Not nerd. If you had paid even the slightest attention when I was talking to you, maybe you'd get it through that thick skull of yours. My name is Y/N L/N, im a human fucking person who was stood up for AN HOUR on their single day off, because guess what asshole-I have plans too! My day does not revolve around you and your fucking schedule. You have wasted an hour of my precious time, with not so much as an apology for being late, and you come in here and talk to me like I'm an inconvenience to you?!"

You get up, sling your backpack over your shoulder as Mammon sits frozen in place, eyes never leaving your fuming face.

"Well guess FUCKING what. I don't like you either! I could be hanging out with my friends too, or taking up another shift at my part time work and earning actual money, instead of wasting my time and effort here, waiting for you to get your shit together enough to actually get here and start working on this project so we can pass this class!"

You slung your bag over your shoulder, giving Mammon one final cold look.

"Thanks for wasting my time. Go find another project partner, and maybe you two can fail together" is all you say before turning around, walking out the coffee shop without looking back.

Your steps are brisk, pace fast as you make haste, your sole goal to get as far away from this shitty day and back to the comfort of your apartment.

You're about to send a text to Satan, to apologize for going off in his brother after he had the decency to send him to you, when you hear Mammon shuffling behind you, yelling our a 'wait, hold on you ner-uh. Y/N!!'

You do stop at that, turning around with a frown at the sound of your name, arms crossed over your chest.

"What?" you ask.

He's panting, his face washed red, back hunched and hands on his thighs as he looks back up at you-

"I. Uh. Ugh, don't make me say it!"

You sigh.

"Say what, Mammon?"

He grumbles, fidgets with a hand to his hair.

"I'm sorry! Okay!"

'Sorry for what?' you ask, not willing to let this slide. A half hearted apology isn't gonna cut it.

"For...wasting your time. And coming here hungover. And insulting you."

You look him up and down. He's not so bad like this; with this sheepish look on his face, a hand thrown awkwardly to the back of his neck, looking anywere else but your face-even through his yellow tinted sunglasses you can see the deeper shade across his cheeks, a bead of sweat trickling down his right temple, presumably from the effort he made trying to catch up to you.

'Fine' is all you say.

He looks back at you, a small grin of his lips that seems to taste like victory.

"So can we go finish this work now or?"

"No. Not today"

His crestfallen look is almost cute, you muse, but shake your head free of the thought before it takes root in your mind.

"Believe it or not Mammon, I wasn't lying when I said I was a busy person. I don't have anymore time for today, since you so politely wasted it."

"Hey!" he groans, straightening back up, "I said I was sorry!"

"I know. Which is why I'm willing to plan another meetup like this with you. You can come by my workplace tomorrow at the end of my shift and we can plan a rough outline of our topic, or you can text me where you'll be and I can come meet you."

"Where do you work?"

"The local bookstore, down the street from the main campus. You know the one, big but raggedy looking? Has a wooden sign outside called Brimstone?"

He nods, looks to his phone as he replies.

"Yeah I know the one. Satan won't shut up about it."

You exchange further details for a moment, eventually deciding on him coming to pick you up from your work in the afternoon when your shift ends; you guys can go grab a coffee and something to eat at the adjacent coffee shop, and finally get some work done there.

Mammon nods along as you recount tomorrow's plan, his previous attitude watered down and like this-leaning close to you in the busy street, huddled together as you show him the location of your workplace on google maps, his focused little pout, his blue eyes big and juxtaposing thick white lashes-hell, he's almost attractive like this.

Almost.

You bite back the intrusive thought and bid him goodbye, heading straight back to your shitty apartment-you're supposed to finish up your essay today and start on yet another pending report.

Instead you can't get these flashes of white and gold out of your head all day.

*****

-Masterlist-

#i wrote this at 2am orz hope its not too bad will return and edit stuff later on #obey me #obey me smau #mammon smau #obey me x reader #mammon x reader #obey me uni! au #obey me mammon

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Cap-IM Rec Week - Absolute Faves Monday

I'm not on dreamwidth and am not a part of the cap-iroman community, but they do a lot of cool events and I'm always looking for an excuse to compile and post a rec list.

Here are some of my all-time favorite Stony fics and podfics.

Falling Backwards (Till it Turns Me Inside Out) by Aeraneth (@aeranethwrites) (MCU | Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 5,706 words)

Summary: It’s Nomad against the Avengers, a Hydra patch on his shoulder, a gun pointed at Iron Man’s head, and a doomsday machine running down the clock behind him. He’s the only one standing in the way of them saving the world. Steve doesn’t know how he got here.

girls can't play guitar by isozyme (@isozyme) (Ults | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 4,209 words)

Summary: On nights when Tonia fucked Eve, Eve left her bed sated and woke up with a guilty desire to walk into Tonia’s room, strip off her kevlar uniform, and surrender herself to whatever Tonia wanted to do next. Captain Eve Rogers has a complicated relationship with sex and masculinity. Tonia Stark has a really big strap.

More below the cut!

This Thing of Darkness by MassiveSpaceWren, Mizzy (@mizzy2187) (616 | Teen And Up Audiences | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | 18,525 words)

Summary: X-Factor #231 AU. It's been five years since it happened, but Deathlok has spent every day since M-Day wishing he was less human, so going undercover as a human in order to find more humans to slaughter…? It's tough, but Deathlok agrees to do it. The target is Pandora, a base that Deathlok thought was just a rumor, the biggest undercover human resistance camp in the world. The mission turns out to be tougher than Deathlok expects, though, because the leader of the ragtag resistance camp is Tony Stark. Tony, who always has more than one ace up his sleeve. Tony, who Deathlok used to know. Tony, who refuses to call him anything but by his disgusting human name: Steve.

The Least Difficult of Men by isozyme (@isozyme) (Ults | Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 46,153 words)

Summary: It isn’t until Tony watches Steve lean into the punch that he thinks oh, this is going to be a problem. Steve’s taking hits on purpose in the field, so Tony suggests a safer option. It's simple: Tony smacks Steve around, Steve gets the pain fix he’s looking for, everyone leaves happy. Things do not stay simple. The one with repressed masochist Steve and sadist Tony and everyone getting off on pain a whole bunch.

A Real Boy by Sineala (@sineala) (616 | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 11,468 words)

Summary: When Steve shows up for the Avengers' team meeting, he quickly discovers that the version of Tony in attendance this week is the artificial intelligence. But Tony is still Tony, the man Steve has loved for years, and him being a hologram doesn't stop the two of them from falling for each other. They just have a few kinks to work out. Also available as a podfic read by M_Samro (@msamro)

Living on Your Breath by Sineala (@sineala) (616 | Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 110,343 words)

Summary: The Avengers have faced Onslaught and come home. The team has assembled again. And Steve is finally together with Tony. They're in love. Everything is perfect. But this happiness is all too brief, as Tony is kidnapped by forces unknown. Steve rushes off to rescue Tony, only to find that Tony has been brainwashed and turned against him. Now Steve, captured and tortured by the man he loves, must sacrifice everything he has to stop Tony from becoming a monster. Their relationship will never be the same again... if they both get out of here alive.

Super Villain Dating Tips - Or How Steve Won Over Tony Through The Art of Kidnapping by forgetmenotjimmy (MCU | General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 46,265 words)

Summary: Steve isn't evil, he's just trying to do the right thing whilst hiding from an insane General who's out for his blood - literally - but when he is forced to kidnap Tony to help him escape the cops, his plans to take down the Secret Division that experimented on him, well, they get put on the back burner. How does a villain date a hero? More kidnapping of course!

Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms) (MCU | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 21,098 words)

Summary: Steve doesn’t mind that Tony doesn’t return his feelings. He just would've preferred if it didn’t come with the side effect of his coughing up flowers and possibly dying.

Relativistic Heat Conduction by BlossomsintheMist (@blossomsinthemist) (616 | Explicit | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death | 69,298 words)

Summary: Age of Ultron-based, but not entirely canon compliant. Written for the 2013 Cap-Iron Man Reverse Big Bang. Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world's superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes' defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need--but Tony Stark isn't about to let him slip away that easily. Also available as a podfic read by Pywren (@phyrrhicvictory)

A Hundred Times, Once by FestiveFerret, SirSapling (@festiveferrets, @sirsapling) (Ults | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 24,761 words)

Summary: The shrill tone of his SHIELD beeper pulls Steve out of sleep and into battle. He fights robots, he fights Tony's shameless advances, he fights the exhaustion that threatens to take over him, drown him. And then the next morning, he wakes and does it again. Exactly the same. And again. And again. And again.

Mercy in You by Sineala (@sineala) (616 | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | 9,598 words)

Summary: When Tony comes back from a very bad D/s date, in pain and abandoned by his dom, Steve offers to help Tony out and give him all the aftercare he so desperately needs. Also available as a podfic read by Pywren (@phyrrhicvictory)

Straight on till Morning by Sineala (@sineala) (616 | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 109,848 words)

Summary: Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive. But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything. Also available as a podfic read by M_Samro (@msamro)

The Prize by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc) (MCU | Explicit | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con | 318,625 words)

Summary: Steve ends up as a concubine in the royal harem.

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you by Mizzy (@mizzy2k) (MCU | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 62,917 words)

Summary: Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD. This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man. Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. Also available as a podfic read by badfinch (@read-by-badfinch)

#capimrecweek #marvel fic rec #stony #steve rogers #tony stark

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Batty boys part four

Im just saying I should be allowed to use teeth to defend myself

What the fuck just happened.

Now alone in your home, you tried to reel your mind in.

It was easier said then done. Four men. Four things. Had just spent the past two day in your home, in your bed, as...bats. But not bats but not humans either.

Vampires.

Your mind tried to produce a rational explanation but came up blank, nothing could justify what had just happened.

When a cold air passed over you making your body shudder you realised the window was still open and rushed over to slam it down, hands gripping the frame as you pushed the lock closed and pulled the curtains shut.

"Oh my god" you were becoming hysterical now, chest rising and falling with anxious breath as you fought to calm your racing mind, climbing to the end of your bed you pulled the quilt to your chest, curling it around you as you sobbed into the soft fabric.

Eventually, you passed out, hands still clutching the blanket like it was a shield protecting you from the rest of the world, letting your mind fade into black.

When you woke it was much lighter, and a quick glance at your clock told you it was just past midday.

They wouldn't be able to come for you now. You were safe. At least you hoped you were.

Your back was aching from the unnatural position you had forced it into during your sleep, eyes red and the skin beneath them puffy with irritation.

Deciding to sweep your home you found nothing, a few things were slightly out of place but no one was inside beside you. Breathe. A thought passed through your mind that was not your own, a deep gravelly voice that you recognized.

It was the platinum male, David, he sounded tired like he was forcing himself awake longer than he could handle.

"What the fuck..." you didn't hear him again, and assumed it was your overworked mind going slightly out of it in response to all of the stress you had experienced.

You debated just staying in bed, maybe if you waited long enough the feeling blossoming in your chest would leave you alone. It was doubtful and there was nothing you hated more than a day wasted. And so you forced yourself out of bed, feeling quite crusty and gross in your pajamas that you hadn't changed out of for almost two days now.

"God," rubbing your eyes you pulled them off of you, tossing them into the hamper beside the bathroom door and walking towards the tub, thinking a warm bath would be good for your mind.

As the water ran and began filling it up you turned to look in the mirror above your sink, staring at your paling face, looking fairly grey and worn despite being cascaded with soft yellow light from above.

Your cheeks were sunken in, the usually soft plump flesh appearing hollow, while your eyes were trapped in a bewildered expression like you were reeling from some sort of wild animal attack.

Worst of all when you looked at your shoulder there was a deep purple bruise, dotted with red and yellow and quite clearly looking like a hand. You shuddered at the thought of those yellow eyes above you, remembering how vulnerable you had been beneath them, as their claws dug into your flesh like a wolf to a lamb.

Once the water had reached just a few inches below the rim you climbed in, hissing at the scorching feeling overcoming you. The steam helped clear your mind, feeling like it was chasing away the fog that had seeped across and embedded itself within your consciousness.

You wondered what those men were truly capable of, even as they threatened and toyed with you there was an air of even deeper danger, like they were holding back what they were truly capable of until they felt necessary. The idea of such evil creatures shielding you from their true nature seemed odd, there was no connection to them, you held no importance in their lives. So why didn't they just kill you?

Thinking back you remembered how affectionate they had been with you, even as those cute sky puppies you doted over.

Huffing you sunk deeper, letting the water reach slightly over your chin, feeling the soothing warmth push against your lips like a soft caress.

The predicament you had found yourself in was indescribable, frustrating and tormenting your mind. Even worse you knew you couldn't tell anyone, lest they think you insane and try and institutionalise you.

Just me, myself and I, I guess.

Your bath hadn't lasted as long as you would have liked, the majority of the duration was spent scheming until your nerves flared and you all but leaped out, determined to do something about it.

You refused to simply accept your fate.

Now you were heading down to the local hardware store, granny-wheely-bag-thing in tow, knowing you wouldn't manage carrying everything you needed on your own.

Fortunately, you already had a toolkit at home, something that had come in handy many times before. You had in your mild mania, decided to bolt your windows down, or at least make everything alot more secure so you wouldn't be prey to those so eager to be around you.

The owner, Mrs. Harrison, was more than happy to assist you, despite how odd your questions were.

"And uh, you said this one is the best to keep out...bears, yes..?" There were no bears in Santa Carla, and even birds tended to be sparse during some parts of the year.

"Um yes, yes. Here you'll need this and-" you had zoned out a little, chewing your lip as she placed supports and bolts in your basket, calculating how much of your savings you were eating up. Maybe it would be cheaper to let them kill you.

She had helped you pick out some new locks for all of your doors, and your windows too since the little brass ones you already had on were fairly weak and coule be easily moved by sticking something through the gap between the window and the sil.

For your door she had suggested a better frame, something metal that couldn't be forced inwards, but you knew your landlord wouldn't allow it. He was already enough of a pain as it is, he would be away for another week though, long enough to put into place the other reinforcements.

It had come up to a little over a hundred dollars, a worthy investment but one you would have to make up with some overtime over the next few weeks. Fortunately you had ten hour shifts each day this week, it would kill you but you finished before the sun set and could replenish your funds.

When you arrived home you quickly got to work, the day now nearing four PM and still plenty of daylight left.

Only, you weren't known for being handy

By the time you had given up, it was later than you'd have liked to finish, but you were satisfied.

The door looked like something out of an apocalypse movie, now boasting three extra incredibly sturdy locks and a reinforced frame you were particularly proud of.

Hopefully no one nearby would come round to ask why you were preparing for the end of the world.

Though really it was just the end of you.

The windows were done too, and you hated them.

Thick metal bars were covering the glass, bolted down around the frames, and casting a shadow down to the floor of your bedroom and kitchen.

At least I'll be safe

Now you were sat in your bathtub, curled up in the tight space with a bundle of blankets to keep you warm.

It was awful. Outside the weather was growing worse with another storm from across the water and you could hear the old trees moving with the wind.

The old fan in your bathroom was going wild, the only sound being its ancient rattle through the night.

I shouldn't be alone with my thoughts

Everything was setting you on edge.

Thump

You froze, curling further in on yourself as your heartrate picked up.

Thump. Thump.

tap

Someone, something, was on the roof.

"Oh god..." your eyes burned with tears and you were very glad to have brought the crowbar in the room with you.

Maybe they would think you were gone, that you fled after their earlier visit. It wasn't like you were visible, even with all of the blankets the tub was fairly tall.

And you had made sure to shut the door, barricading it and shoving a blanket at the bottom to hide your scent.

Unbeknownst to you, they could hear everything.

Every little thought. Every breath.

Even your sweet sweet scent burned through the walls and called to them.

Your response wasn't unexpected, they really could have gone about introducing you to them in a much sweeter way.

But it was kind of on you for taking in wild, possibly feral and rabies infested animals.

Marko was skipping across the highest point of your roof, his boots tapping along the tiles in a rhythmic and teasing pattern.

He was attentive, listening to how every bump made your precious heart beat just a little faster.

"How's it lookin' Dwayne?"

The brunette had been scanning your windows, Paul had already assessed the front door, musing at the sight of the new locks and working through them with a pick he kept in his hair.

Dwayne looked at the bolts. You clearly weren't used to such work, they were done well but not secured enough, and if he was honest the bars were cheap and bendable.

Silly human.

He turned to meet Davids eyes, sending him a grin.

They knew what they would do.

It had gone quiet.

Too quiet.

Your body was tensed, your muscled tight, and your chest aching as you fought to keep your breathing calm.

Then the knocking began.

#the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys fic #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #poly lost boys x reader #david tlb

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mcd-incorrect-quotes · 6 months

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anyways hcs of the mc&d inheritors no one asked for (based on mainly all that glisters nd acidverse :D) picrew used here!

starting off w iris :^] details: - lip scar bc her ass is always sent out into the field for "experience is the best educator" purposes - lots of black bc embracing the darkeness - she gets the highest cheekbones out of all the cast because i've always imagined percivale with the most outrageously sharp cheekbones - also she takes after papa percy even in looks :D - stars bc shes the star of this goddamn show SHE HAS HER OWN TAG !! FOR TALES !! MOST PROMINENT MCD FIGURE OUTTA THE INHERITORS !!! <3333 i love her shes the whole reason for this blog

next is robert!! :P details: - did you know ruprecht basically hops into different bodies to avoid death? i just felt like that it probably fucked with his magic genetics or smth a lot and all his kids have this very much uncanny feeling to them naturally - matching coat w his boyfriend hehe - he was made to be the unsettling white man i dont know what else to say

last but not least SKITTER!! :3

details: - he got weird ass eyes because travelling thru the Ways a lot as a normal ass (okay kinda normal) human has definitely messed with him - he gets his curls from his mamaaaaa - scar is bc you can't convince me he hasn't avoided getting into shit while travelling - there really needs to be more skitter shit going on like hes so interesting as a concept and he feels so underutilised like hear me out!! hes most likely the most down to earth mc&d inheritor due to hi [gets escorted out whilist im rambling to save this for another post] - a bit of 6'o clock shadow bc why not. robert loves it - speaking about robby he gifted skitter the fancy ass necklace hes wearing

anyways yeah these r my hcs for them :^] thoughts and opinions gamers

#mc&d #mcd #marshall carter & dark #marshall carter and dark #scp #scp fandom #iris dark #skitter marshall #robert carter #admin speaks

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lesbiannancytruther · 2 years

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sapphic senate hcs <3

ok one last post before i go to bed- it’s sapphic senate hcs!! some of these apply to general sapphic senate (and i mean the giant version, including the core four + barb kali and eden (tho tbh knowing so little abt eden makes it difficult so there won’t be as much of her)) and also my mythical moment au sapphic senate

quick reminder for the mm au we got vampire!nancy, werewolf!robin, witch!chrissy and witch!kali, naturespirit!barb, and human gfs vicki and eden :)

being absolutely fr vicki is sooooo tired dealing with her cursed gfs. she loves them! but they r so much all the time she deserves a nap

vampire!nancy, when she found out wtf was going on, refused to feed on anyone close to her out of real fear that she wouldn’t know how to stop (even though a lot of them offered bc Nancy Please Don’t Starve) and that actually ended with nancy putting a very wrong place wrong time carol in critical condition after she ran into a struggling nancy outside of her house (possible max induced karmic punishment?? haven’t decided yet) but this freaks nancy tf out and now she has a schedule for feeding so she never does smth like that again

in all honesty i don’t know how kali would meet up w the sapphic senate UNLESS the core 4 + barb left hawkins for a night out and ended up running into kali who was like omg.... sapphics... and decided to see what was going on only for nancy to clock someone was following them in like 15 minutes

this leads to a “wtf r u doing” confrontation and everyone having the standard “oh no she’s hot” moment. im actually thinking kali creates an illusion to leave the situation without MORE confrontation but they end up seeing each other again afterwards and slowly absorb kali by osmosis

my general idea of the sapphic senate absolutely includes ronance + chricki being a sapphic friend group only to merge after one (1) night of wine and truth or dare (in an effort to recapture their stolen youth ofc).

they all got promoted from girlfriend in law to girlfriend eventually

listen i just think that wolf form ww robin and bat form vamp nancy r incredibly real (bat nancy napping on wolf robin’s head i think its true)

chrissy, being the upside down tuned medium, actually talks to a dead fred quite often, where he finds closure bc chrissy is real life nice and listens to him

the very small house that all of them temporarily share is daytime proof for nancy’s sake, who’d rather be able to get up and walk around during the day instead of hiding under a blanket in a dark room waiting for the sun to go down

they wish they could ww proof the house to keep robin inside and from getting into trouble during the full moon but it is Too Small and everything would break so nancy, kali, and barb have to act as herders as best they can to keep robin in a safe area.

nancy sits in the lap of whoever she’s feeding from in the moment im speaking MY truth

also think that if they all went out on a late night date and the sun started rising they’d have to carry bat nancy in a backpack to keep her from getting wicked sun burn (she complains the whole time ofc)

robin is who nancy feeds off of the most simply because she heals so fast and regenerates everything nancy took in a like an hour so she feels the least bad (robin insists it’s bc she tastes the best and nancy always vehemently denies it (kinda is true though)).

okay this is all for now i will return when the inspiration strikes >:)

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #vicki stranger things #chrissy cunningham #kali stranger things #barb holland #ronance #sapphic senate #mythical moment au #vampire!nancy #werewolf!robin #the witches!#chrickie

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xyfanficarchive · 2 years

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Truant

Pairing: no pairing, Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001 (Stranger Things)

Warnings: child abuse, physical violence, bullying, verbal abuse, emotional manipulation

Summary: (Autistic Henry Creel) At the end of a bad day, Henry decides to skip gym class. Or, my attempt to give a little more context to poor Henry's childhood.

Word Count: 3861

Author’s Note: !!! PLS be aware, I have not watched vol 2 yet, I started this June 30 and am posting it at work where i can post but not watch it, NO SPOILERS !!! hope you enjoy and also sorry for the pain. this is in the x reader tag bc im mostly a reader insert writer and also it kind of ties in to the other thing im working on soooooo

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Henry Creel fidgeted nervously with his hands as he stared down at the sheet of paper in front of him. The room was quiet but for the tick, tick, ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of pencils furiously writing, trying to finish today’s math test before the bell rang and cut them all off. He was already done his own ten minutes prior, had already re-checked his answers only to pass the time and was now just anxiously awaiting period change.

Only one more class until he could finally leave for the day. In all years prior, this would at least be somewhat of a relief, but since 12-year-old Henry started seventh grade at Hawkins Middle School, he had phys ed last period, and after only a month he was already growing tired of the schedule, every day a slow build up culminating in forty-five minutes of pure, personalized hell. What’s worse, they were going to be outside in the field today, and even at the very beginning of September the afternoon sun was still scorching in flat Indiana.

Henry jumped in his seat when the bell finally rang, wincing in pain as it hurt his ears, the high frequency screaming through his skull - in math, he was sat front and centre, ostensibly the closest student to the horrible metal dome stationed above the blackboard, and this certainly never helped his transition into P.E. He rushed up to the teacher’s desk, book bag and test in hand, dropped the sheet off in front of him, and quickly left out the door. He was trying to race the crowd, make it to his locker, pick up his gym clothes and make it out of the halls before the entire rest of the student body filed out and overwhelmed him. This was something he had not expected about moving up from elementary to middle school; class time was broken up by short periods of pure adolescent chaos - endless raucous chatter, bumping up against anyone and everyone as he was forced to wade slowly through the crowds of hot, sweaty children in the summer heat, clouds of body odour smell assaulting his senses.

He was entirely unprepared for it the first time. He remembered it only in bits and pieces, losing control of himself, screaming and running, running away, but there was nowhere to go, and children were gawking and laughing, and when he finally came to again he was curled up tightly in some dark, musty janitor’s closet, thump, thump, thumping as hard as he could on his own head with closed fists.

Now, knowing it was coming, and that it would come whether he wanted it to or not, he could at least prepare for and tolerate it long enough to get to his next class. He kept his head down as he went, and kids flooded out of the classrooms all around him.

“Hey, Creel! Having a good day today?” Someone calls out ahead of him, and Henry’s heart jumps. He spares a half second glance up ahead of him, and a feeling of dread starts up in his belly, because approaching him fast are Rob and Alexander - the first two human nightmares the town of Hawkins would throw at him over his time here. The Creels had arrived in time for Henry to spend the tail end of sixth grade at Hawkins Elementary, and it was there he had first crossed paths with the pair of friends. It hadn’t taken them long to decide he was going to be their victim, and had thus begun tormenting him months ago. To top it all off, they were in the same P.E. period as he was.

“Ready for gym today, Henry?” Alex sneered, taking him roughly by the shoulders and spinning him around, as they began leading him in the direction they were going - away from his own locker. Rob slung his arm casually over Henry’s shoulders, mock-friendly gesture, and leaned his weight in on the boy’s smaller frame.

“I- I-” Henry faltered, his brain locking up. The touch, the weight of the two bullies hanging off of him blistered, crackled like static on his skin, and they were pulling him so fast he was nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Coach Simmons says we’re starting soccer today! So what position are you gonna play, huh, Henry?” Rob laughed, leaning in too close to Henry’s face. He had bad breath from lunch. “Goalie? Defense? Forward? You gonna score all the goals in forward today?” He jeered.

“N-no… I-I’m no good at sports…” Henry managed after struggling with the question for a second, and cringes immediately knowing it was the complete wrong thing to say. Was there a possible right thing to say? Rob and Alex shared a look, breaking out into laughter, before Alex wrenched his book bag from around his shoulder, Rob restraining him. Henry watched in abject shock, not even a moment to react, as he dumped its entire contents onto the crowded hallway floor, shaking out the last stray papers and pencils, before throwing it unceremoniously on top of the pile of mess. Not a second later, Henry found himself tumbling to the floor when Rob all but threw him to the ground, and he rolled into some girl’s legs, making her stumble forward.

“Hey, watch what you’re doing!” She whipped around. “EWW!!! Were you looking up my skirt, you freak?!” The girl exclaimed, seeing Henry on the floor at her feet. Now there was an audience, snickering amongst themselves as they turned to watch his misery. Pain was beginning to bloom on his bare knees and elbows. He crawled back over to his books, contents scattered across the floor as people walked through them without any care, and tried desperately to collect it all and shove it back in so he could make his escape.

Rob bent down, leaned over into Henry’s face, far, far too close yet again, still laughing, the proximity forcing their eyes to meet in searing contact. “Guess you’ll just have to be target practice then, freak .” He flicked Henry on his forehead, between the eyes, and then backed away. All he could do was watch as they all but stepped over him and walked away, laughing together and leaving him in the dust.

The humiliation quickly faded away to a burning, murderous, violent rage. He knelt on the floor over his things, shaking with seething fury as he balled up his fists, staring down, down, focusing on the pile in front of him, because he was certain if he looked up he would fucking strangle the first person he saw laughing at him to death right here in the school hallway. The lights flickered overhead.

And he snapped out of it. He looked up and around, and found he was now in a silent, empty hall. Everyone had gone on to their final period classes already. He looked down at his lap and saw little wet droplets soaked into his khaki shorts, and wiped his eyes quick with the back of his wrist, embarrassed and angry. Then, he shoved his things haphazardly into his bag and got up, shakily, and continued back to his locker.

This was only the latest in a long chain of events that made today a truly awful day for Henry. First, he was wracked with nightmares the whole night before. That caused him to wake up late, and his mother had forgotten how much he disliked the texture of scrambled eggs at breakfast. Then, because he missed the school bus, his father yelled at him the whole drive to school. Then, he was scolded for daydreaming and not paying attention in front of his entire History class by a teacher who had obviously already decided she hated him. Then, he got back a D on his English test, that he was certain he should have passed.

The very last thing he wanted to do now was meet up with Rob and Alex and every other 12-year-old meathead in his gym class to play soccer in the deadly heat.

He arrived at his locker, and turned the dial back and forth to each successive number in the code, and then yanked it open, staring down at the bag sitting at the bottom, white t-shirt and gym shorts inside. Then he looked up to his right, at the double-door exit stood about fifteen feet away, sunlight shining in through the windows. He looked around, scanning his surroundings. Nobody in sight.

Maybe he didn’t have to. He shut the door to his locker, then walked right out of the school, and down the street. Easy as that.

He went to the library first, just to aimlessly wander the stacks and enjoy the quiet, but he didn’t find anything to read. All he cared to read about lately was spiders, and he had already checked out and read through every book on spiders and arachnids that the library had at least twice since getting here, so he left after half an hour. He didn’t want to browse the shops in town, and mostly he just wanted to avoid people as much as possible, so he wandered, and eventually found himself in a field near the edge of town, and laid down under a tree to watch the clouds pass overhead. They never seemed to look as good as they did back home. There, he noticed the scrapes on his knees and elbows that had bled a little and dried as he had walked through town. He passed the hours trying not to think too much, while also trying not to fall too deep into boredom, and thoroughly avoiding having to go back to his house. But it was inevitable. And when the sun started shifting into a lower angle in the sky, shadows lengthening and deepening on the ground, and the mosquitoes started to come out and bite, Henry got up and made his way back, listlessly dragging his feet the whole way.

It wasn’t too far, and was probably only a quarter past six by the time he approached the house. The family car was absent from the driveway, so his father and sister were still probably out on their planned daddy-daughter outing. He went up quietly to the door with the stained glass rose, and ever so carefully and slowly turned the doorknob, inching the door open just wide enough for him to slip through. He stood with bated breath as he shut the door behind him, scanning and listening through the house. He could smell dinner in the oven, so his mother was probably in the kitchen. All he had now was a short distance to the stairs, then to slip unnoticed up the stairs to his room - he tiptoed across the foyer, crept up the stairs, one, two, three, skipped the squeaky fourth, up and up, and he was almost to the top when -

“HENRY CREEL! Don’t think you can just escape up to your room!” His mother shouted from the bottom of the staircase, and the boy startled, nearly losing his footing and falling all the way back down. “You are going to come right back down here and we are going to have a talk about the very disappointing phone call I received from the school today.” He spun around on the stair and looked down at his stern-faced mother as she beckoned him over aggressively. He paused, only for a split second, wanting to bolt up the remainder of the steps, before he recognized it would be no use and came back down, ears and face hot and red, to face her. His insides twisted painfully in fearful anticipation as she led him to the living room and sat him down in the center of the couch.

He was going to be scolded yet again. She never seemed to be happy with him about anything. She would sit him down and pace back and forth in front of him, complaining the whole time about something or other that he had done, or not done, or done completely wrong, pointing her finger and talking herself in circles, trying to verbally pound him into the shape of the perfect son she wanted so badly.

“Skipping class! I cannot believe this! To think this is the son I’ve raised!” She thrusted an accusatory hand in his direction, her other arm tucked tight against her body, gripping the belt of the apron tied around her waist that shielded her baby pink dress worn underneath. “Do you think this is acceptable?!” She suddenly crossed the room, getting so close in his space that he recoiled back, just slightly, trying not to make it too obvious that his limbs were trembling. His gaze was firmly locked on the floor at his feet.

“I- I just-”

“NO EXCUSES, do you hear me? Look at me when I’m speaking to you. Do you think this is acceptable behaviour in this household??” She took him by the chin and forced him to meet her gaze, and she was so very angry, it burned behind her eyes and hurt like touching a live wire to his brain, and he sat paralyzed, though he knew he had to formulate a good answer fast, and he fought desperately against the grinding halt inside his head, but -

He screwed his eyes shut tight, letting out a strangled cry of frustration. “I just hate gym class!! They all just throw things at me, just to hit me on purpose, and I can never get away in time!!” To say Henry was athletic would be a lie. He was not overtly clumsy, but he wasn’t particularly strong and lacked in that kind of body coordination.

“And you think that simply hating gym class is an acceptable reason to skip out whenever you please? Sometimes, people are going to throw things at you in gym, and you are going to have to learn how to dodge them! That’s just a part of it!” She had stepped back, throwing her arms outwards. “And you know,” she wrapped her arms tight again, white knuckling the fabric before she lifted her hand, pointing and jabbing her finger at him, “we are so very new in this town, Henry, that our reputation here is extremely fragile. Do you think they don’t talk? About how you don’t talk? To anyone. The teachers, your fellow students, your neighbors, nothing, no one, not unless you absolutely must, and then you look at them with such disdain in your eyes? Now imagine what they’ll think when they find out you’re a delinquent, a truant!”

His mother was always so concerned about reputation. Henry didn’t care, he didn’t care, there was nobody of note, nobody worth paying attention to, nobody worth the precious energy of talking to, or faking being nice to, because Hawkins was just another stupid town full of stupid people living pointless lives, sending him careening towards the same eighty-year banal inconsequential existence ending in a meaningless death that they all were. Happily they all went towards it, because it was just the way things are . From the tiny town in which they originated, to the more developed Hawkins, to the giant metropolises that Henry had never seen, it was all the same. But at the very least his tiny town was surrounded by the nature he loved so dearly, that gave him peace. He was angry, so angry that they had forced him to leave his home, and every word his mother spoke acting like he was an idiot for keeping himself separated only stoked the fire inside him.

“It’s because I hate them,” he whispered, still looking down, fists neatly placed on his lap.

“What did you say…?”

“I hate them. I hate everyone here! I hate this stupid town!! I hate that you brought me here!!!” Henry exploded, ejecting himself from the couch and circling to face her. “You think that moving here is going to fix me but you’ve just made everything worse!! I HATE being here! I hate the school, I hate the people, I hate the teachers, and the bullies, and I hate this stupid house! I HATE that you keep trying to fix me!!! I HATE my life, and I HATE!!! YOU!!!” The power in the room had surged, and the lights had slowly crept up in luminosity, humming and buzzing with intensity, until at once, at the apex of his emotion, the faulty lightbulb across the room shattered with a loud pop, and a clattering of glass shards to the floor.

There was a beat of stunned silence, Henry gasping and heaving, face cast in shadow, before his mother stormed across the floor. In that instant, she was someone different, raw and primal fury twisting and warping her face in such a terrifying way he could have never imagined as she descended upon him, reeling her arm back, and flat-palm smacking him across the face with such force he crumpled to the floor where he stood.

Henry is dazzled, one moment standing after his outburst and on the floor the next, and his cheek doesn’t hurt right away, but when it does begin to sting like hellfire he barely has time to react to it before his mother takes him roughly by the arm and begins to drag him out of the room.

“ You ungrateful little brat, ” she seethed through her teeth, “we FEED you, CLOTHE you, pool everything together to move here and HOUSE you in this BEAUTIFUL house,” she dragged him through the foyer and up the stairs, not quite noticing that Henry wasn’t exactly getting his footing, and knocking his knees and shins all the way up. Her perfectly manicured fingernails were digging excruciating holes in his still slender arms that were sure to bruise, and he cried out for her to stop to no avail. “And you would dare to disrespect our home like that! You would DARE to disrespect ME like that! After EVERYTHING I’ve done! I cook, I clean, I CARRIED you for nine months!” She dragged him down the hall towards his room, and cast open the door so hard it slammed against the wall and left a dent in the plaster there, before she shoved him in, sending him plummeting down to the hardwood floor.

“I AM YOUR MOTHER, do you understand me?!” She bellowed, as he shrank away, cowering under her silhouette in the rectangle of light shining in through his doorway. “And YOU are going to sit in here and think about what you have done until you can PROVE to me that you’re ready to start showing some respect. You are grounded .” She spat, and slammed the door in front of him.

“And you’re not eating dinner tonight, either,” she muttered through the door, and Henry panicked hearing the key jingle in her pocket, as she drew it out.

“NO! No, please! Wait!” He scuttled across the floor on hands and knees, reaching up to cling to the doorknob, but it was too late, and it locked shut with a heavy clunk. “WAIT!!” He pounded on the door, but his mother’s footsteps only grew more faint as she left down the hall, down the stairs.

Weak, he slumped against the doorframe, shaky hand reaching up to brush the tender, red skin on his cheek, that lit up with pain at the gentle touch. His mother had never hit him before, ever. He had of course been disciplined by his father before, and he was familiar with his mother’s endless tirades, but she had never laid a hand on him once until today, he bared his heart out, his whole pain to her, and she slapped him so hard he dropped . He recognized, faintly, that he should probably feel like crying, but he was mostly gripped by an icy numbness around his heart.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

He curled up on the floor in front of the door and laid there frozen, unmoving, unthinking for some hours before he sluggishly sat up. It was fully dark, and there was some moonlight shining in through the window. Body aching from the hard surface, tired, and with hunger gnawing at his stomach, he dragged himself up and to his bed. From the clock on his bedside table, it was just past midnight.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

He laid down under the covers and stared lifelessly at the ceiling, absent as he tried to drift off, but there was a sound of slippered feet creeping down the hall, closer and closer, until it stopped right outside, waiting with bated breath for a moment before it slipped the key in the lock, turning it as slow and quiet as possible, and Henry quickly shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The person approached the side of his bed, inch by inch, and knelt down, and he could smell his mother’s hair products before he even opened his eyes.

“I know you’re pretending,” she whispered, and Henry let up the ruse, staring blankly at his mother’s face, she was clad in her nightgown, hair up in rollers for the night, wracked with guilt as she looked down at her son.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

“Oh, Henry, my sweet Henry,” she sighed, and timidly reached out to stroke his uninjured cheek. Henry only tensed, not saying anything. “I never meant to hurt you like that…” Her voice wavered, throat getting stuck up with the cry she was suppressing. “I know you couldn’t possibly have meant those awful things…” Henry willed his face not to twist up in disgust. There she went again, making assumptions about his inner life, pretending he was an empty headed little doll to fill up with whatever she needed, when she needed, the broken little deviant who was up to no good when she wanted to vent her frustrations, the sweet little angel boy when she needed a comfort. “I love you, you know that? I will always love you.” Her words, spilling out, felt like a slime on him, it was desperately uncomfortable, and he went even more rigid when she wrapped her arm around him.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

“Tell me you love me, Henry. Say it, sweetie,” she pleaded, looking into his eyes.

I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!!

“I love you, mom.” It came out monotone, he couldn’t make himself sound like he meant it, but he knew it would make her leave. She leaned back, he couldn’t really understand the expression on her face, but she was searching him for something. Then, her face softened a fraction, and she leaned back in to plant a kiss on his forehead, before wordlessly standing up and leaving the room. Henry hears the door lock behind her. Still grounded.

He turned over on his side to face the wall, too exhausted to be angry, and drifted off to sleep.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #henry creel #peter ballard #001 #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #x.writing

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