#do not start on me over the Various business I am tired of it

[flamingpudding]

Camping Trips

A/N: Schools Summer Vacation is starting where I live and even tho I don't get to enjoy that anymore, it gave me the idea for this prompt :D If anyone wants to use it please do but... uhm please tag me then? I am so curious what other ideas fanfic writers could come up with for this. Thank you! And happy Vacation time to everyone that gets to enjoy it!

Camping.

Its concept was the bane of existence for some teenagers and kids while others very much enjoyed that type of vacation. Danny belongs to the type that enjoys this type of vacation. Because going camping used to mean his parents were not stuck in the lab but would pay some attention to Jazz and him. It meant that for once ghosts weren't the most important things to his parents. It meant a literal break.

So when his parents told Jazz and him about a camping trip they were planning he was at first excited. Maybe it would be like the trips they used to go on. Something to remember, roasting marshmallows, fishing, exploring the woods. A change from everything that had become normal.

That was until he arrived at the scene at the camping place and his parents set up a mobile laboratory and various security measures to protect Jazz and Danny from any possible ghost attacks. Just because they weren't in Amity Park right now, didn't mean some ghost scum wouldn't try anything to harm them, or at least that was what his dad said.

Danny had flinched and backed away from his parents that were busy setting up a laboratory instead of a tent and sighed. His eyes roamed around the other camping spaces and landed on the only other people that appeared to want to use this place for a vacation spot. He was not jealous of how normal their camping space looked with just tents, mobile hammocks, campfires, standard camping equipment and no good damn ghost-hunting equipment or mobile laboratory.

Was it too much to ask for just one normal camping trip from his parents like these people had?

Dick had just wanted to give his siblings some form of normality for once. Vigilante life was tiring and one could easily lose sight of what was normal. So he suggested a family vacation to Bruce to mend that overlooked problem. Bruce hadn't liked that idea at first too but after Tim fell asleep in his breakfast 4 times in a row because he pulled several all-nighters to work on cases and Duke had a near panic attack realizing he had forgotten about an exam and Damian smuggled 9 blades into school because he got annoyed with his teachers all in one week… the man agreed more easily to Dick's vacation idea. Even more so when some of his siblings even mentioned they never had gone camping before.

It had taken some convincing but the eldest Wayne son even managed to get Jason on board. And Alfred gladly pushed them all out of the Manor if it meant Bruce would not be working for at least one week. So come to school vacation time and they all packed up going to some remote camping place for a NORMAL vacation. He was even going to convince everyone to lock away their phones and laptops for the duration.

Well… Dick glanced at the only other occupied space and blinked. That was not normal, was it? The other spice looked like these people had jumped straight out of a SiFy Movie, they were setting up a laboratory! And the adults were wearing hazmat suits! He saw how something green started glowing over there and distinctly but quietly because of the distance he heard machinery starting to hum over there. The man in the orange hazmat let out a boisterous laugh telling something to a girl and a boy that looked dressed normally. The boy then backed away from what he assumed were their parents with clear wariness in his eyes before looking over into their direction with what Dick assumed was envy.

The eldest of Wayne children wanted to ignore the familiar green Color or the yellow tanks that looked like they had a certain green liquid in them. If that was what he was highly suspecting then they would need to investigate these other campers. After watching the other people a little longer and seeing even more suspicious equipment that appeared to be powered by the green liquid, he put his head in his hands and let out a frustrated sigh.

Oh for the love of… they were supposed to have a vacation, not investigate what could be a mobile Lazarus Water research site! His head instantly snapped out his siblings hoping that they had not yet noticed and that maybe he could convince them to go to another lake to set up far away from what would set off ALL of their detective instincts. He could put a tracker on these people and return to that case AFTER their vacation was over. But no!

It was too late, he saw Tim's eyes watch the other space with open curiosity and narrowed eyes, Damian and Bruce were watching with wariness but keeping up a cover as they poked around in a campfire, Cass also tilted her head in curiosity before also turning back to the tent she was setting up as cover and the only one who appeared to not care at all was Jason but Dick could see the way he peeked over the book he was reading at the other occupants.

Damit, was it too much to ask for one normal vacation?

#prompt idea #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #fanfic #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #camping #dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover #What would it be like if these two groups meet during a camping trip #Danny is envious of how Normal the bats vacation appears to be #the bats end up continuing workmode instead of enjoying a vacation #Dick just wanted a normal vacation #Danny wanted one too #Looks like both won't get one #batpham

[cat3ch1sm]

🪴~ hi, everyone! i hope you’ve all had a lovely day or night. today i give you some black butler headcanons because i haven’t written for it in a little while. enjoy, ily <33

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fem!reader, street harassment, catcalling, language

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝- 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥

a/n~ i am in no way romanticizing sexual harassment. most of the things i write here in these types of headcanons have happened/been said to me, so i just wanted to make that clear :) thank you <33 also, sorry these are so short, i am tired but i needed to post 😭

sebastian

you two are simply walking down the street, minding your own business as usual- maybe returning from an errand or something. because you’re outside and the weather isnt looking good, you propose that you take a shortcut through a different area. it’s a rougher part of town, but neither of you are fond of the idea of getting caught in the rain, so you take the risk.

you’re probably discussing something fairly mundane when a group of two or three guys spots you from the side of the road. they look dirty and are not at all easy on the eyes. you hear jeering and whistling from the side of the road, along with a few unsolicited comments about how sexy you apparently are. you give them a dirty look but are mostly inclined to ignore them, but Sebastian has other plans.

the butler first moves you to the opposite side of him protectively before marching straight up to the men jeering at you. they stop initially, a little confused, but when they decide Sebastian isn’t too much of a threat, they resume their antics.

“hey, what’re ya doing? you’re blocking our view, bastard.”

“what, are you her boyfriend of something? are ya mad? gonna tell us to stop? not our fault your girl’s a fine piece of ass.”

sebastian literally just stands there and waits for them to finish cackling like middle school boys. then, once they stop, a bit confused as to why Sebastian is still standing there, the butler promptly decks all three of them, knocking them all to the rough ground with three very painful-sounding thuds.

“it’s terribly impolite to verbally assault an innocent woman on the street like that, you know. i would appreciate it greatly if you’d mind your manners next time, yes?”

Sebastian simply leaves the men on the ground to moan and groan at their injuries before rejoining you, who is rendered speechless, in the road.

“this wasn’t a very good shortcut, now was it, my dear? i recommend you make your decisions more wisely next time, rain or not.”

agni

you two are probably just hanging out, on a date or something. you’re walking in the middle of the city, where there are lots of people shopping, selling, just walking, other various things. because of the crowd, you and agni get off the main street and walk behind all the shops and buildings instead for a little more privacy.

while walking behind the buildings, you accidentally stumble and drop your bag. agni politely asks if he can get that for you, but you smile and insist on getting it yourself. you bent over to get your bag and stood back up, which should have been the end of it, but unfortunately you happen to catch the eye of two guys loitering beside one of the buildings you two are in front of.

“i liked it better when you were bent over, sweetheart!”

abruptly, you whirl to face the source of the voice, shocked, your eyes wide. clenching your teeth, you clutch your bag closer and shake your head, starting to walk away in an attempt not to escalate the situation, but agni grabs your hand just before you’re out of his reach. he doesn’t want to bring you any closer to the two men, but agni wants to keep you by his side, so he grasps you around the waist and walks over to them. when he approaches them, his expression is dark, and you can tell how he’s straining to maintain his non-violent ways.

honestly, agni doesn’t really have to say anything to let the guys know that he means business. his threatening aura is overpowering- the cowards are already running for the hills.

“it is a shame that it is so acceptable for these men to treat you like that in England. however- it is clear that they are mere cowards, given that they ran as soon as i approached them. are you doing alright?”

“as long as you are with me, you will never be in harm’s way.”

soma

“hey, baby, your boyfriend don’t look like much- why don’t you come on home with me and i’ll show you a real good time.”

the remark catches you completely off guard. you and soma were on your way back from a cute first date at a quaint coffee shop, which poor soma, trying desperately not to mess up, had planned way too far ahead for just an hour-long date. luckily for him, it had gone well, and you and soma were hitting it off on the walk back to the manor. however, the cheerful little bubble you two were in after officially becoming a couple poles rather abruptly after hearing that comment.

you opted to ignore the offender, and soma simply shot him a dirty look before continuing on your way, protectively wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him. but the man doesn’t leave you alone.

“hey, babe, why don’t you wanna talk to me? i promise i can be better than that guy you’re with.”

you outright groaned this time, sick of the man hounding you, and soma instantly sensed your annoyance. although he definitely wasn’t fond of the idea of confronting the burly man- who indeed was bigger than soma- he didn’t want to look like a chicken in front of you, and he genuinely didn’t like seeing you upset and vulnerable. so, soma promptly storms up to the man and tries his best to chew him out without wavering.

“hey! you know that it is very rude to catcall a woman like that! you do not even care that she is with a gentleman? you, sir, are a very crass and immature man!”

it really looks better typed out… in reality, soma’s voice is shaky and cracks a lot, and he’s visibly very nervous. like i mentioned, this guy who catcalled you is certainly intimidating. luckily, he isn’t amused by soma and simply waves him off and goes on his way.

grell

“why didn’t he say that to me? what’s wrong with my ass?”

carefully explain to grell that catcalling is not a compliment because she will not know that. even after you explain, she still might take offense☠️☠️

#black butler #kuroshitsuji imagines #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji headcanons #kuroshitsuji x reader #agni kuroshitsuji #agni black butler #agni x reader #reader x agni #grell x reader #prince soma x reader #reader x prince soma #sebastian michaelis smut #sebastian michaelis headcanons #sebastian michaelis hcs #sebastian x reader #sebastian black butler #anime #you x agni #agni x you #you x sebastian michaelis #black butler agni #black butler manga

[leilani-lily]

~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 7)

Apologies for the delay, life has been a lil busy for me lately. Lots going on, and only more to happen. My introverted battery is crying ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧

This chapter's a lil shorter than some of the others, but it's for the best. The next one I have planned is gonna be a 2 parter. And it'll be a whopper. Wish me luck hehe! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Synopsis: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. It's time for the daily meeting amongst the hotel staff and guests. You're feeling particularly exhausted, and before you know it, you fall asleep. What you don't realize is what kind of chaos it causes afterwards… Word count: 3.7 k

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“What if we offad a free bag o ‘Hero-In’ tada first 50 custamers?”

Charlie blinked in bewilderment down at the Spider Demon, not sure if he was actually being serious. The other resident demons either nodded in agreement or weren’t even paying attention to the conversation, blinking tiredly and eyes glazed over. Vaggie groaned in frustration at the apparent lack of brains in this hotel.

“Por el amor de Dios.” she muttered under her breath, dragging her face down with her hand. “Angel. We can’t offer drugs to encourage more guests to the hotel. That goes against, like, everything we’re even doing here.” She gestures to the hotel lobby, where you were all sitting on various armchairs and couches. It was one of your daily meetings where Charlie rounded up all the demons and tried to come up with strategies on how to recruit more sinners. Her and Vaggie were standing before you all, a chalkboard behind them with… some pretty terrible suggestions scribbled on it (and a faded dick drawing done by a certain 8 limbed demon). Said sinner looked around his settings before turning back to the silver haired woman, looking at her in confusion.

“Booze?”

“No.”

“Dildos?”

“Jesus. NO.”

“Blowjobs??”

“FOR FUCK SAKES ANGEL!”

“Whaaaat? Sounds like a good deal ta me! Especially if da blowin’s done by a prafessional like yours truly~!” Angel wiggled his chest fur rather sensually towards Vaggie and threw her a wink. The fallen angel slapped her hand against her face in exasperation. 

Now usually this type of banter would have you practically shaking in your seat trying to hold in your laughter. But this time around, all you could muster was a tired chuckle as your eyes ping-ponged between the two. Your early mornings and long days at the hotel were starting to catch up with you, and today in particular was extra exhausting for you. You had spent most of the night reading, too absorbed in the novel to put it down even though you knew how late it was. And now you were paying the price; all you wanted to do was sleep. But then Charlie called this meeting and now you were stuck here, daydreaming of your bed. 

“W-well Angel, I’m afraid I have to agree with Vaggie on this,” Charlie piped up, awkwardly looking between her partner and friend, “But I am LOVING the participation and enthusiasm! Good job!” She clapped cheerfully to Angel, trying so hard to encourage his good habits, even if his suggestions were questionable. Angel clicked his teeth at Charlie while shooting a finger gun, slouching back into his armchair. The Princess of Hell turned back to the group, her expression a mix of determination and desperation. 

“Alright everyone, what else do we got? Come on, let’s keep the creative juices flowing!”

Other demons' voices droned on in response, but you could feel your brain shutting down as they faded to muffled noise. You were seated comfortably on one of the couches, feeling yourself being swallowed into the cushy pillows. It was honestly really nice being able to sit on this couch in particular, it was the comfiest of all the furnishing here. 

When you had first arrived at the hotel and attended these meetings, you were sitting in one of the armchairs beside Angel. And you had to admit, they were pretty stiff. But at some point, as you and Alastor’s friendship began to grow, the deer demon began inviting you to sit on the couch beside him, and even began saving you the seat before anyone else could take it. What more, would even begin to shoot glares at demons if they attempted to take it before you had arrived.

You had caught wind and scolded your friend for a moment, but he insisted with how much work you were doing, you deserved the cushy spot more than anyone else. And that just so happened to be beside him. You had eyed him suspiciously but didn’t argue further; it really was a nice couch. Now it was just known fact that you and the Radio Demon always sat together, and others didn’t even attempt to sit there anymore. 

Beside you, Alastor watched as your body sank into the couch and brought a hand up to stifle a yawn. His eyebrow quirked up in amusement, but he didn’t attempt to try and keep you awake.  He could tell this meeting wasn’t going anywhere; there was no point in forcing you to participate. Instead, his pupils slid back to the group of demons in front of him. Somehow Nifty and Sir Pentious had gotten into an argument, and Vaggie was yelling over them to shut up and stay focused. Alastor’s smile creaked up eerily, reveling in the chaos unfolding before him. Charlie looked at her business partner, a semblance of despair in her eyes.

“Alastor,” she practically begged, “Please tell me you have some suggestions that we could actually use?” 

Alastor gave a hearty laugh as he waved a hand at her.

“Oh please my dear,” he dismissed, shaking his head and giving her a smug look, “You know very well that I do not participate in such matters. I’m simply here for the entertainment that comes with it~!” He gestures to the three demons arguing in question, as Angel and Husk seemed to be sharing a bowl of popcorn and watched the mayhem. Charlie looked at the group tiredly.

“Besides,” Alastor drawled on, his eyes practically dancing at the chaos before him, “I honestly think-!”

His voice was cut off by the sound of a record player scratching to a halt.

The group of demons that were bickering immediately stopped dead in their tracks at the sudden abnormal sound, their gazes zipping to the Radio Demon. Angel and Husk’s eyes also locked in on the deer demon, a piece of popcorn falling out of Angel’s open mouth.

Alastors was frozen in place as your sleeping form had slumped up against his side. 

The deer demon looked like he was caught in the headlights; His entire face was frozen and eyes wide as dinner plates, smiling mouth still half open in mid speech. His whole body was stiff as a board as his shrunken pupils stared off ahead in shock. 

The room fell quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Every one of the hotel residents were ready to shit themselves, eyes darting between you and Alastor. Anyone that knew the Radio Demon knew how much he despised physical contact not initiated by him. Husk especially was terrified for your sake, fully remembering Alastor practically ripping demons apart limb by limb simply because they looked at him the wrong way. The gambling demon’s fur began to stand up on his neck. This couldn’t be good.

You sighed in your sleep and nuzzled closer into Alastor’s arm, subconsciously seeking out his warmth. All of the onlookers breathed in sharply, Charlie even covering her mouth with her hands to keep herself quiet. The Radio Demon’s eyes slowly slid down to you, carefully tilting his head to get a better look. His eyes looked over you, pupils sharp and calculating as his open mouth creaked shut and grin tight. Everyone watched in horror, unsure what the Overlord was thinking or what he was going to do.

Alastor’s first instinct was to immediately shove you away. But he quickly pushed that thought aside once coming to terms that this was you. As much as he wanted to peel your body off of his, another part was… intrigued. He had never been in this type of situation before, and moreso, with someone he actually found tolerable. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes and mentally tutted you. It was clear you were more exhausted than he had realized, especially given you had fallen asleep amongst all the commotion. And he knew first hand how early you were up everyday; how hard you worked for this hotel. Hell, you were one of the hardest working ones here, besides Charlie and Vaggie. 

Mentally coming to a decision, Alastor’s shoulders began to soften, his body finally beginning to relax under the newfound weight. Your rest was far more important than this silly meeting that wasn’t going anywhere anyways. His chivalrous nature had ultimately won out.

“Hey uh… Smiles…” Angel stuttered, his voice low and cautious as to not wake you, “Ya… Ya got a lil Puddin’ on ya sholda” He pointed to your sleeping form, his eyes darting nervously between you both. Vaggie immediately zipped to the Spider demon and slapped her hand over his mouth, shooting daggers at him before looking nervously at Alastor. Eventually, the Radio Demon’s eyes slid lazily to the group of anxious sinners, his lips curling up in amusement as he observed everyone’s expressions. If you weren’t sleeping on his shoulder he would’ve relished in their horror. Careful not to move too much, he turned his head back to the group.

“Now then,” he murmured, his voice surprisingly low, “If the three of you finished with your ridiculous squabbling… ” He shot Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Vaggie a dirty look, making the three  cower under his judgemental gaze. His eyes narrowed a moment before turning to Charlie.

“Then I believe we should really get back to our brainstorming. Wouldn’t you agree, Charlie dearest~?”

The goat demon stared at Alastor in surprise, eyes flicking to you before back to him. Her eyes squinted in confusion at the scene in front of her; Alastor… was allowing this? But she quickly shook it off, realizing he was still waiting for her reply. After blinking a couple times, her eyes lit up with joy as her smile overtook her face.

“YES! Yes of course we-!” 

Alastor’s static crackled dangerously as radio channels shuffled in the background. His scarlet eyes flashed red, shooting Charlie a look of warning. The princess immediately covered her mouth, silencing her thunderous excitement. With a quick clearing of her throat, she continued, her voice softer this time.

“Yes. Right. Everyone, let’s continue from where we left off.”

For the next twenty minutes, the group of demons quietly continued their discussion and strategies. Alastor sat in complete silence, his grin casual and hands in his lap as he sat still. Only his pupils moved as his gaze darted between the sinners. You continued to sleep soundly against the Radio Demon’s shoulder, nuzzling even closer to his warmth and even wrapping your arms around his at one point. He only flinched a moment when he felt your arms trapping his, but he made no other movement; no change in expression. 

As the discussion continued amongst the others, the group couldn’t help but glance at you and Alastor on occasion, still in utter bewilderment at the entire situation. He must have been sick… or an ulterior motive maybe? They all secretly had many inquiries, but none of them dared to question the Overlord. Especially with the way he acted if one of them spoke too loudly. The dangerous hum of static would remind them of their place, and the power he held in this establishment.

Finally, the meeting was adjourned by the Princess of Hell, and everyone began to trickle out of the lobby. Alastor could hear the various murmurs of confusion between the demons as they left to go back to their room, but he ignored them. Little whispers between rats were of no concern to him. Charlie slowly approached the couch, eyes darting between the two figures and smiling sheepishly.

“Do you want me to take her?” she whispered, arms outstretched as if ready to take your sleeping form. But the Radio Demon raised his unshackled hand as if to halt her, shaking his head softly with eyes closed. 

“No need to fret my dear,” he reassured, opening his eyes and giving a gentlemanly smile, “I will see to it that our little chef is taken care of.” 

Charlie hesitated a moment, unsure of what exactly was going through her business partner’s mind. But finally, she nodded her head and tip-toed away, meeting her angelic partner at the elevators. Hand in hand, Charlie and Vaggie left the vicinity, leaving you and Alastor alone in the lobby. 

As silent seconds passed, the Radio Demon’s eyes eventually slid down to your sleeping profile, a mix of amusement and slight curiosity crossing his features. You looked so small, so vulnerable and helpless compared to his tall, powerful form. He watched as your shoulders slowly rose and fell with every breath. Your body was warm against his arm, your head heavy on his shoulder as your entire weight pressed on him. It was a feeling foreign to him; he had never had anyone rest on him in an unconscious state. In all honesty, if baffled him. 

No one had ever seemed so… comfortable around him. The group of demons were scared out of their wits for your safety because of the stories they’d heard. And they had a right to be scared. He was the Radio Demon after all. An all powerful Overlord and a force to be reckoned with. He could strike fear into the heart of any creature, make them fall to their knees and beg for their lives and for his forgiveness. There were only a certain handful that could match his power, and even then that number was dwindling (he would make sure of it). He was a terror. A killer. A living nightmare. And yet…

Here you were, sound asleep on his arm, peaceful and unaware of the position you were in.

Your fingers twitched under his bicep, eyelids fluttering a moment before you stilled again. Clearly you were dreaming about something, and it made Alastor wonder what was going on in that little mind of yours. What was it you dreamed about? Perhaps reliving your life before you descended to Hell? Or maybe… Reliving a memory of when you had spent time with him? Alastor rolled his own eyes at that last question, yet his pride couldn’t help but wonder. Would it be obscured of him to think he could occupy a spot in your mind? 

You stirred a moment against his arm, and Alastor was immediately taken out of his trance. Your face twitched a moment, before scrunching up as if in disgust. Alastor had to catch himself at your expression. Your face eventually settled back into a relaxed state, but a soft, low chuckle still managed to escape the demon’s lips.

Yep. Definitely a dream about him.

Shaking his head mirthfully, 2 long tentacles of shadow began to rise up from the floor. Ever so gently, the shadows lifted your head and body off of Alastor, allowing the deer demon to carefully remove his imprisoned arm from your grasp and stand up. He took a moment to stretch his neck and roll his shoulder around, the stiffness of not moving for nearly half an hour catching up to him. Finally, he turned back to you, still sleeping soundly and being cradled by his shaded tendrils in bridal style. A thought crossed his mind as he looked over at you, taking a moment to evaluate his next move. 

He could very easily snap his fingers and have you transported to your bed. Or have his shadows carefully carry you to your room while he trailed behind. But somehow, despite all of the options he had debated on, he found his arms slowly reaching out underneath you and pulling your body close to his. You immediately curled up closer to him and his warmth, making the Overlord stiffen a moment. But finally, he began to saunter towards the elevators, his shaded tentacles slipping back into the floor.

Of course, being the Hotel’s Facility Manager, he knew exactly where your room was. And obviously, he had a spare key. Using his shadows to unlock the door, he carefully opened the door and stepped inside, stopping a moment to take in his surroundings. He had never actually been in your room before, and he was surprised to discover how fascinated he was about it.

Naturally, it was washed in a deep maroon colour like every other room in this building. It was mostly clean, save for a few articles of clothing scattered around the floor. He simply chuckled softly to himself.  Honestly, what was he going to do with you… 

Your odor was faint in the room, but was still picked up by the demon thanks to his heightened animalistic senses. He took a moment to breathe it in, shocking even himself at how he enjoyed the smell. Like the scent of spring after a chilling, heartless winter, mixed with your own natural musk. He quickly shook his head from his thoughts, suddenly feeling disgusted in himself and his barbaric impulse. 

He noticed an old record player in the corner with various records tucked away. He sauntered over and peeked at the various discs, using his magic to lift them to his face and inspect them. He was impressed with your mix of genres, not at all surprised by the jazz music, but also intrigued by your interest in classical, old fashioned rock and roll, and showtunes. He hummed contently to himself, realizing he could learn a thing or two about you by the contents in your room. And oddly enough, he wanted to learn more. 

Call it the hunter in him. 

You had a large bookshelf similar to his, and he took a moment to browse the titles you had. Mainly cookbooks, which were of no surprise to him, but there were mixes of fantasy and romance as well. 

Romance. Ugh. 

Alastor practically rolled his eyes at some of the disgustingly cheesy titles. How people, women in particular, found this entertaining was beyond him. Especially those who would write about it. 

Pathetic.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that made them so popular to begin with. And if they seemed to be something that you in particular enjoyed, then perhaps… he would be willing to give it a second chance. 

One book in particular caught his eye, sticking halfway out from the shelf. Most likely the one you had finished most recently. A green hue pulled it off the shelf as he flipped it open and pursued the contents. After reading a couple sentences, he felt himself stiffen; his eyes widening and smile growing uncomfortable. 

Were all romance novels nowadays so… sultry? He knew sexual activities were popular for most beings. But for Hell’s sake, the novel was practically filth. Instinctively, the book became engulfed in a green flame, burning in seconds. Alastor watched the fires fizz out, ashes of what once was your novel now fluttering and disappearing into thin air.

Hm… hopefully you wouldn’t notice it missing. 

He was learning many things about you with his little scavenge through your room. Things that he found oddly charming. Others he found… debateable. Nevertheless, one good thing could be said about the secrets he had discovered. The Radio Demon’s grin began to widen deliciously at the thought.

He could so use this information against you in the near future. 

You murmured softly against his chest, causing the demon to focus back on you and away from his scheming thoughts. As much as he would’ve loved to continue to snoop around, he knew he had to finish what he had originally come to do. 

With a sigh of contentment, he proceeded to walk to the edge of your bed, once again using his emerald magic to pull the covers back. As gingerly as he could, Alastor lowered you to the bed and carefully removed his arms out from under you. Your one hand had somehow clutched onto the lapel of his jacket, causing him to chuckle before gently unfurling your fingers from his suit. Finally, you had settled in the bed and curled up on yourself, already missing the heat from Alastor’s body. Long, clawed fingers grabbed at the blankets by your feet and pulled them up to your chin, making sure every inch of you was covered and enveloped in the sheets. 

You sighed in your sleep as he pulled his hands away, and Alastor took a moment to take in the sight. Even throughout the meeting, and with all the movement of him picking you up and walking around, you had remained fast asleep. It had simply proven how fatigued you were. His mind flashed back to his mother, remembering how tirelessly she would work to provide for the family, and the many nights when he would catch her sleeping at the kitchen table, bills and notices scattered around her. How helpless he felt as a child, not able to do anything to ease her workload or stress.

He looked down at you, eyes flickering over your sleeping form and feeling something stir inside of him. He couldn’t be there for his mother, not as a weak, impotent child. But he was grown now. And he was strong; practically a God with the power he held over Hell. And he would make sure to repay the debt he owed, one way or another. 

His hand reached out and paused for a second, as if debating. But something urged him on, and his hand found its way to the top of your head. He began to gently pet your hair, feeling the tendrils slide between his fingertips. You hummed in your sleep, causing the deer demon to flinch and ready to sink into the shadows. But then you sighed contently and subconsciously nuzzled your head into his hand, a soft smile curling up before relaxing again.

Unbeknownst to Alastor, his ear twitched. 

He had to stop his own grin from creeping up higher on his face as he continued his previous motions, feeling his body relax and eyes soften. He continued the gentle caresses, embracing the peaceful silence and watching your chest rise and fall with each delicate breath. Eventually, Alastor had felt like he had overstayed his welcome, and slowly removed his hand from your head. As your hair tumbled through his fingers and fell to the pillow, he couldn’t help to lean over and whisper in your ear.

“Sweet dreams, my little songbird~”

He quietly stepped away from your bed, taking a moment to pick up your scattered clothing around the room before placing them in the laundry hamper nearby. And with a final peek to your sleeping form, the Radio Demon’s smile curled up ever so slightly before carefully shutting the door behind him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Y-yeah Alastor... Those romance writers sure are pathetic... pff... pffffft (; ̫ಠ ̫U ̫ಠ ̫ ̫; ̫) We do love a self deprecating joke around here k'know

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[fairykazu]

TRACK 5: KNOCK KNOCK! WHOS THERE?

"name? are you there?" kazuha asked, his voice was muffled. you laughed nervously,

"yes, i am! don't worry. i'll be there in a bit, just let me do somethiiiing real quick." you answered. you wondered what was off about your apartment until you realized it's a bit messy. by a bit, you mean, it's terrible. it's like every world storm disaster decided to visit your home. you quickly tidied up your place until it was decently cleaned. you opened the door, "hi, kazuha! i hope you didn't wait too long." his nose was dusted with a bit of pink since the cold, he slowly moved his limbs to your apartment.

"no... not at all." he spoke. you noticed you forgot to put away your undergarment on the floor, quickly, you slid it behind the closet next to the door, hoping your highschool crush didn't notice. unknownst to you, he had, he chuckled a bit before he changed the subject, "what kind of song would you want to write?"

leading kazuha to the living room, you fluffed a pillow as he sat down. putting the pillow down and sitting near him, you laughed a little, "didn't you ask me? what genre do you think fits me the best?" well, you had already done enough pop. maybe it would be time for you to do some indie? he shrugged, "what are you most comfortable with?"

"i think, pop, it's a bit mainstreamed though."

"ok, what if you go for pop again but experiment with sounds that sounds like a dream?"

"what do you mean?"

pulling out his phone, kazuha quickly searched something up and played a song by barbara, the idol known as shinin' miracles. "like a dream pop?"

“i love barbara’s music but would it be like copy cat? i dont want to be all controversial.”

he scooted closer to you. you noticed every feature of his face and especially his maple-colored eyes. shit, has he ever changed from high school? he feels the same but is he prettier than before? you tried to ignore it as he continues, “when your albums out, you could release this after and say its inspired by barbara. i'm sure she would be flattered.”

“ohh! okay, i think i have to ask the kamisatos about this but i could work with this."

you yawned as kazuha brought over the third round of canned drinks, "do you think the lyrics are good enough?" kazuha asked you as you half-hazardly glanced at the various sheets of paper. some of them was sprawled all over your star-shaped coffee table and the rest were scrunched up and littered your complex's floor. "hmmm, i think so?"

cracking opens the can, you heard the familiar crisp crrk of the can, he handed it to you. his hand lightly brushed over yours and you tried to ignore the feelings it gave to your heart. "did you even read them? or did you do 'the thing' because you're too tired to look?" he jested as you laughed.

"haha, of course not! who do you think i am?" you replied, obviously lying through your teeth. as obvious as you were, kazuha was fighting back the urge to laugh, he tried to hide it with a smile. kazuha smiled warmly, "name. you are a person who does not lie at all."

"yep! yep! haha, thats me." he chuckled at your useless attempt to lie. an awkward silence filled the air as it started to kill you, you gave in.

name: 0 | kazuha: 1

"...okay, hand it over to me."

he took the can out of your hands, and you raised a brow, "you usually spill your drinks when you're busy with something. remember in highschool-"

"oh god no! don't ever bring that up." you winced at the pain, remembering that memory. it was too depressing to remember. kazuha made a face at you as you begrudingly agreed with him, "alright. take my beautiful dr. pepper away."

you traded your soda for to read the lyrics of the devil!!! just kidding... woah!

wait.

these lyrics weirdly sound romantic....

are the high school feelings coming back? man, why could lumine be right of all people? stupid star twins. y

"anything weird?" kazuha asked, worried. oh, he's doing that face when he's too worried and may or may not have a stomachache of overthinking a problem. you nodded your head no, "nah, it's fine."

"you sure?"

"really."

celeste

masterlist | prev nxt

a new and upcoming soloist was coming into the world of tevyat. but wait… isn't that one of the triple stars?! y/n was apart of the trio band called "triple stars" with aether and lumine. but due to mysterious reasons, they left the group with no explanation. however, they have come back with a new name: celeste

notes: - song used in this chapter is called ive always had a thing for you baby by between friends - dc (divider credit): @\bunnysrph

taglist: @pyrrhicgaze @d4y-dr3am3r @murderisokayforme @aeongiies @florakis @luvnoya @mellowknightcolorfarm @elikyeet @4leyn3 @imkaaayy @xiaosonlybeloved @kavxikitty @jayxncya @sakiimeo @theblueblub @whipped-for-fictionals @ynverse @eunchaeluvr @rifran @meowmeowmau @sweetstrawberrybabe

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[zushikiss]

This is very self indulgent but like very busy yanfei who is always visiting this cafe (says bcus the coffee there is great) but is actually there to catch a glimpse of reader who is a florist on the other side of the road. Both litteraly fawning over each other with their friends and coworkers.

Write it however u want but this was also kind of a drabble <3

summary ; you find the person behind the counter extremely attractive which is why you frequent their shop, but what happens when you finally shoot your shot/when they shoot their shot with you?

warnings ; cursing, fluff just like fluff and a bit of awkwardness but still fluffy and i think thats it yes

pairings ; yanfei, scaramouche x gn!reader [ seperately ]

notes ; ahhh anon i'm so sorry 😭 i misread this and i already finished with making yanfei's when i reread it :,) yanfei's is a bit different than what you requested so i apologize but i hope it's still okay, scara's part is so rushed since i accidentally posted this too early when i haven't even started on his part yet, might make a part two with diluc if someone requests :<

─ YANFEI

You kept smiling to yourself like a fool as you poured the milk into a heart shape, though a smile tugged on your lips your mind was running wild, how can it not when that gorgeous lady is sitting right there?? you don't know her name but guessing from the various books about law always scattered on her table you guessed she was a law student, or a lawyer.

You finally mustered up the courage to give her your number, you hesitated as you picked up the tissue with your number on it, aether's eyes were on you as his hands were glued to his phone, you guessed that he was updating the gc about your law student shenanigans, you sighed as you picked up a brand new tissue deciding to not go through with your plan.

"Stop being a pussy and just give it to her oh my archons, do it for me at least I am tired of your bullshit."

Feigning an offended face you decided to listen to your friend, you picked up the tissue with your number on it as you walked over to the law student's table, though unknown to you the said law student had been ranting to her private account about how amazing you look, she was stunned with how someone could look perfect while literally pouring liquid into more liquid, but in yanfei's eyes you always appeared perfect so she paid no mind to it.

Her heart did plenty cartwheels as she reached for the tissue, she was supposed to wipe her mouth with it, parallel to her you'd been on edge for the past 15 minutes, the gorgeous law student had been paying no mind to your tissue but instead focused on her laptop, but now that she saw it you couldn't help but hide below the counter, your co-worker trying his best to stop his laughter.

Well let's just say you received a text from a very beautiful pink haired individual later that day :)

─ SCARAMOUCHE

You enjoyed the peace and quiet, which is why you easily found solace in the small cat cafe near your house, not only was the cats' company amazing, you secretly adored the barista that worked there, from what you've heared from his co-workers his name waa scaramouche, oddly you thought it suited the indigo haired man.

You've went on numerous rants about how gorgeous and breathtaking this man was to your friends and you're sure that they're tired of you however you slowly worked up the courage to finally talk to him, and today's the day!!

"hi."

"hey?"

"i uh, my name's _____"

"..good to know?"

goddamn it he's cute but can't he just get the hint??

"look i think you're really cute, do you wanna watch a movie with me or something??"

The normally quiet and snarky man was nowhere to be found, the man who stood before you was completely flustered, a blush dusting over his cheeks as he directly avoided your eyes.

"With me? Are you sure??"

"Yes. 100%, Is that a yes or a no?"

"It's a yes.."

You certainly left the cat cafe with a little more than cat hair that day.

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[iamyouknow-yours]

It's been over a year since I got my mobility scooter and longer since I got my cane. So... Mobility Aid Appreciation Post!

Put your own mobility aid appreciation in the notes, I would like to read!

Wheelchair edition:

I can go on fun adventures with friends, spontaneously as well!

I have gone to various parks, to get snacks, and the other day I scooted from university all the way to my friend's house! I went on the side of a small motorway which was a little bit terrifying but it was fun and I was safe.

I can get around campus so speedily. Well apart from that the accessible routes are a little backwards. But I can go fast to them and arrive before people ambling between classes.

Part of the reason is because people just jump out of my way when they see me coming. They move so fast to not be in my way, it is very funny.

Part 2 of that is that I can go through crowds quite easily. It's a little annoying bc people aren't expecting to look down to see people trying to move. But once they see me they move. And they tell other people to move.

People let me sit at the front of things. I got to sit right at the front of a convention panel and I was so near Kat Graham!!

People open doors for me.

I hardly ever have to wait in line for things, I get put in the front and get to skip the queue.

I can be out of the house for much, much longer.

I am way more patient about my friends wanting to take their time doing things and looking in shops because I don't have to stand, I can sit while they do that.

I have way more stamina for being hungry or cold or tired or sore because I can be sitting while experiencing those things.

The battery has only started Running Out one time and even then she did get me home.

It's helped with learning to drive a car because I am better at understanding the turning circle and how reversing while turning works.

I have gotten better at using my scooter! I am pretty good at maneuvering and judging her distance and stuff. I only bump into corners if I'm in a hurry and in my house ie not making an effort to not hit people's walls.

I've had interesting conversations with people who have come up to me to ask about getting one for a family member. This may be not a perk to some people! So keep that in mind. But I think it's also about my vibe, I usually give off the vibe of "you can come talk to me".

Cane edition:

People give up their seats for me. Especially on the train. If there are no seats, then the old women will squish together and then we all sit next to each other. People are really nice about giving me a seat.

I can climb stairs so much easier!

I haven't lost my balance or fallen or twisted my ankle once while using it.

I can lean on it when I get tired which means I can stay out for a bit longer.

I can use it to get up so so much more easily.

I have a built in fidget toy with the strap.

It folds up and so I can put it in my bag to have just in case.

I hurt my leg one time and boom I already had a mobility aid.

I can use it to walk when my tummy hurts and I can't stand up straight.

And to alleviate your fears, no one has asked me why I switch hands when I use it.

Reminder that it is fully allowed and okay to lie to people when they ask why you're using a mobility aid. You can also say, "It's really difficult to talk about."

Or a funny/brave response like "I didn't read the terms and conditions." and "none of your business".

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[hiraeth-witch-11]

Billy Russo's "Pet" Part 2

Warnings: Billy Russo, nonsexual forced nudity

Word Count: 1000ish

Your head throbs as you wake. Resting on something warm and soft, the chill has been chased away from your limbs. Nuzzling into the warmth, you inhale the smell of the forest combined with something spicy and a surprising sweetness. 

“I knew you’d like me if you gave me half a chance,” a voice says teasingly, their laughter sending vibrations through their chest and against your face.

You try to jerk away, remembering where you are. Strong arms wrap around you like steel bands.

“Nuh uh, none of that now. I need to get you cleaned up before we have our little chat about how things are gonna work around here. Do you understand?”

You refuse to look at his face as you spit angrily, “You’re insane. Let me go!”

Billy sighs in disappointment, hand reaching up to grip your jaw roughly as he forces you to look at him.

“I don’t wanna hurt you anymore than I have to.” A pause then a sly smile. “Or anymore than you beg me to. Are you gonna listen or am I gonna have to compel you again?”

You flinch at the idea. Everytime he compels you, it feels like your mind and body are not your own. You try to fight it, but it just makes it worse. It’s a horrific feeling, one you would do just about anything to avoid.

“I’ll listen,” you answer quietly. You’re too tired to try and escape again right now. You need to rest and figure out this man’s patterns, his weaknesses. Picking your battles to get on his good side and keep yourself safe. Then you can bolt the second you get another chance. Preferably with shoes this time.

“Good girl, pet.” 

The words elicit a response from you that is not at all controlled by your brain. Of course the creepy monster man had to be sexy. You try to tamp down on your lust and maintain your anger. “I have a name.”

“I’m well aware.” Billy lifts you and carries you into a magnificent bathroom. His entire home was more life a palace than a house. Somehow, he manages to flick on the light while keeping you in his arms. The sudden brightness makes you grimace, eyes closing as the light sends spearing pain throughout your skull. “Sorry, pet. I’ll keep it off.”

You hear the light switch click and tentatively open your eyes. Billy sets you on the edge of the tub, starts the hot water running, and strides over to the cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit.

“I think you have a concussion. We’ll get you all healed up as soon as you’re clean.”

You aren’t sure what he means and you don’t ask, opting to watch him silently instead. It’s hard to read his expression in the dark, not much light has entered the room from the doorway and his face is in the shadows. He kneels in front of you with the kit and grabs one of your feet. You flinch at the contact and he gives you a stern look.

“Sit still,” he orders. Billy peels off the torn sock, stained with dirt and blood, tossing it effortlessly into the trash without looking. Using a pair of tweezers, he efficiently removes the various debris from your cuts before moving to the next foot. Once your feet are taken care of, he examines your palms and temple. Thankfully, there isn’t much to dig out of the egg sized bump on your scalp, just a splinter. The tub is full at this point, tendrils of steam rising off it, visible even in the dim light.

“Strip and get in,” he says as he washes his hands and puts away the kit.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Your clothes are filthy and you are covered in mud.”

“Turn around,” you insist.

“No.” He leans back against the counter, arms folded. You hesitate. “Now or I’ll just compel you. The choice is yours.”

With shaky hands, you begin to remove your clothing. Once he sees that you are complying, he surprises you by looking away and busying himself with pulling several fluffy white towels out of the cabinet and setting them by the tub.

You step into the tub on limbs rubbery with exhaustion and hold back a groan at how good the heat feels on your sore muscles. The tub is so large that even with several inches between the water level and the rim, you are already chest deep in water. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you wrap your arms around your legs in an attempt to preserve your modesty.

Billy startles you once again by seemingly appearing out of thin air right next to the tub. Maybe your observational skills have declined because of the sheer stress of being kidnapped and chased. In his hand is a white washcloth. You tense as he makes slow, obvious motions. Dipping the cloth into the water and carefully pressing it against the skin of your shoulder. 

He’s surprisingly almost clinical about it, not necessarily because it seems unfeeling, but more because it’s thorough and not sexual in the slightest. Billy wipes the dirt from your shoulders, back, arms, calves and feet, leaving the rest of your body to you. He takes special care as he grabs a fresh washcloth and cleans your face. You can feel the sensation of drying blood on your scalp and your fingers itch to reach up and start scratching your scalp until the blood and mud are gone. It’s an irrational urge, one you are all too familiar with, and you breathe a sigh of relief when Billy instructs you to tilt your head back.

With one hand against your forehead to protect your eyes, he pours warm water over your hair until it’s thoroughly wetted. Then he douses it in shampoo and rubs his fingers into your scalp. You can’t remember the last time someone washed your hair for you. You'd almost forgotten how good it felt.

Billy seems pleased with your reaction as you allow yourself to relax into his touch. He rinses the soap from your hair and conditions it, before repeating the process. You finally feel clean. Something that shouldn’t be so important to you in this situation, but is.

“Up,” Billy instructs, holding out a large towel. You cautiously allow him to wrap you in it and towel off your hair with a second, smaller towel.

“Good pet, you behaved so well for me. Now we can talk.” Billy grins widely, elongated canines fully on display. The look of a predator.

*******

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Lost Boys (1/8)

Word count ; 4.1k

*Dedicated to @that-girl-who-writes-sometimes. Kill me. You’ll see why.

“Isn’t this totally tubular?” Ruby exclaimed as we finally arrived at the pier.

“It would be if we weren’t totally exhausted,” I groaned. “It’s been a busy goddamn day. How are you still so energetic? It’s not everyday we move across California, move into our new apartment, clean and cook and unpack, and submit resumes for part time jobs, you know.”

Ruby nudged me with an eager grin. “Exactly. And this is the best place to veg out.”

I hummed in amusement. We walked along the crowded pier. It was a Saturday and we’d just moved into an apartment for the summer because college just finished up. We had to move quick, though. And somehow, after a tiring day, this is what Ruby wanted to do instead of pass the fuck out for the night.

She was my best friend. But she was a total opposite. And I was certain she’d be the death of me, or vice versa.

Ruby was trotting alongside of me as we weaved through the various families and couples. I took a moment to glance her over. She recently had her perm redone and her long, black hair bobbed with each step. Sher was curvaceous and chubby, and she completely owned it. She had equally dark eyes and had lovely caramel skin - you wouldn’t guess that she was Mexican, though, because she’d lived in America her entire life and her accent was nonexistent. She didn’t speak Spanish fluently, either. She somehow fell into the bellbottom team pants and was otherwise wearing a crop top with a yellow and black zigzag pattern.

“Oh, look!” she exuberantly stated, pointing through the crowd to some of the rides, although she accidentally hit some dude walking past. “Oh - sorry! But look, Y/n. We have some leftovers tickets. Can’t we go on some of the rides?”

“All right. That one?” I agreed, motioning to the contraption that shot us into the air and then shot us back down. 

She paled, glaring at me. “Hell no. You know how terrified I am of heights.”

“It would be nice to conquer your fear.”

“Not today, Satan.”

“Fine. So which one?”

She didn’t answer, instead wrapping her hand around my wrist and pulling me toward the theme park section of the pier, away from the stores. We ended up pushing ourself through a crowd on ten-year-olds as we saddled up into line. And finally, now that we were in line, I realized that we herein line for the merry-go-round.

“You want to spend our remaining tickets on a kid’s ride? Live a little, Rube. We can at least go in the haunted house,” I teased, rolling my eyes playfully.

“You said you were tired.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So we can go on something cute and slow so you can fall right asleep,” she argued.

I quirked a brow in amusement. “What I’m hearing is that you’re too scared to go on any of the adult rides.”

“Precisely! You understand me, Y/n,” she giggled.

The merry-go-round pulled to a stop. The conductor checked over the ride quickly as all the kids and parents filed out via the other line. Finally, the gate started, and we were allowed in. The admission was fast, even though a few tweens cut in line. Ruby almost got mad, but I reigned her back in. Those kids probably had curfew soon, anyways.

We entered the ride. I hopped on my own horse. Ruby did have a point. I was rather relaxed to lean my head against the metal bar. Ruby was on the one beside me, a foot or so in between us. Ruby looked excited. I sent her a tired smile. Even in my drowsiness, I was happy if Ruby was.

She let out a boisterous holler and pumped her hand into the air as the ride finally started. Everyone around us was chattering, and she sent me a cheeky grin as she shouted,” Fuck yes!”

Ah. She earned several glares from parents, while their children looked confused and asked what ‘fuck’ meant.Ruby giggled innocently. I couldn’t help but laugh.

I leaned my head against it. Instead of staring at Ruby, my attention went past to the pier around us. We were in the center, so people crowded us from every angle. We continued turned, and I couldn’t help but zone in on certain people. There was a hippy and his girlfriend smoking a cigarette. Two children were running away from their parents, much to their dismay. There was an angry, shouting security guard.

I sat up as, suddenly blocking my view of the security guard, a group of boys hopped the rails of the ride. It was an eclectic friend group. The leader had spiked white hair and a trench coat. Another had curly blonde hair and an elfish face, wearing a torn teeshirt. Another was blonde and was sticking to the curly-haired boy’s side, both of them displaying almost brother-like mischievousness. And the last… had gorgeous, long back hair and coffee skin. He had a leather jacket and teeshirt on and was clearly the quiet one of the group, since the securit guard was mostly chasing the other three.

Everyone hollered and gasped as, in a line, the guys hopped onto the merry-go-round. They all were grinning ear for ear. The leader was in front, pushing past the people. Some kids were shoved right off their seats and started bawling their eyes out.

I could tell with one glance that Ruby was enamored. She always had a thing for the bad boys, and her gaze was glued right on the obvious leader. 

“You stupid kids, get back here!” the guard bellowed, having finally gotten his large, short body over the fence. The conductor still didn’t stop the ride, leaving the man to circle the ride in anticipation. “I thought I told you not to come back!”

Ruby, with a grin, waved to the leader as he came shoving past. He sent her a daring smirk, even sending a wink toward her. My view was quickly blocked from the scene, though, as the curly-haired guy swerved next to me, sloppily blowing me a kiss.

“Hey there, angel face!” he shouted over the crowd.

May jaw dropped and I was about to reply, but he was shoved forward again. The merry-go-round kept spinning, and I felt myself just as drawn to the group. More so than anything, though, when the dark horse of the group came sliding past. We made but brief eye contact, but boy, was he cute. It wasn’t much, but it made my heart skip a beat.

Ruby and I simultaneously watched as the men hopped off, almost getting caught by the guard. However, they pushed him away and hopped the metal fence again, leaving security in the dust. I could almost differentiate their howling laughter amongst the hoard.

I blinked, realizing the ride had come to a stop. My legs felt like jelly as I hopped off. Ruby was still staring into the crowd, trying to pick up the bad boy strangers. And although I also appreciated their sexiness, I wasn’t looking for a summer fling like she was.

“Did you see them?” she squealed, maintaining a death grip on my wrist as we exited the ride. “We definitely picked the right ride.”

“It was kind of impossible to miss them,” I giggled. “Don’t tell me you want to try and find them.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you. I was just planning on dragging you along.”

We went through the crowd, her original idea of exploring more of the rides and games abandoned. We somehow ended up returning the way we came, and the crowd was more dispersed. The stores were beginning to shut down, too. The only one on the pier that wasn’t shrouded in darkness was the video store and the comic book store - of which I sent a resume to both.

Ruby, finally exhausted and discouraged, slowed our urgent pace. I took control, tugging her lightly so that we were leaning against the rail and looking out toward the ocean. The moon sparkled against the opal waters. The reflection shifted constantly in a pattern.

I crossed my arms and leaned against it. “You know, when it’s not crowded with people and it’s not blisteringly hot, this town is pretty. But only this spot specifically.”

Ruby laughed, leaning against the rail as well. “We have to go skinny-dipping here sometime. What else is the ocean made for, if not for that?”

“I was trying to create a moment and instead you bring up skinny-dipping.”

“You know you love me for it.”

“That would be correct. Totally.”

Silence fell over us. I occasionally peered over my shoulder at the passing people. We were close to the back ‘entrance’, where we’d snuck in originally. The front was crowded with parked cars and drunkards. We were almost at the end of the pier, where the bridge connected to a grassy. hill. Laying on the ground nearby, though, were four consecutive, sleek motorcycles.

“Hey. Do you think one of those belongs to your soulmate?” I snickered, motioning to the pile.

She gasped quietly. “Oh my god! You just might be right for once in your life. There’s four of them, too. Thank god you stopped us here. They could return any second now.”

“That is, if Larry the security guard doesn’t catch up to them first.”

“There’s a fat chance of that happened. Ha! Get that? Because he’s fat?”

“Wow, what a clever joke,” I mused sarcastically. 

“I know it is because I said it.”

Just as we were turning back toward the ocean, something caught my eye. Or more like someone.  I immediately nudged Ruby, and she couldn’t help but giggle ecstatically. Walking across the pier in our direction was the group fo guys from earlier. My eyes couldn’t help but linger on the eye candy of the group, though.

The group had clearly noticed us. My mouth twitched into a smile, and my heart immediately started beating faster. Ruby squeezed my lower arm once before standing straight, beaming at the boys.

“Hey, there. I’m David,” the leader greeted charismatically, and the other followed in suit. “What are you girls up to?”

The elfish one from earlier stupid away and immediately leaned against the rail, clicking his tongue and sending me a wink. I grinned back at him before returning my attention the leader. Ruby might as well had had heart eyes. That’s how obsessed she was with the man already.

“David, huh? I’m Ruby and she’s Y/n. We, uh… were just taking a walk.”

Davidi hummed, nodding. My eyes returned to my personal favorite, and it pleased me that we were making steady eye contact, even though he was nervous. He was clutching his leather jacket tightly.

“Is that so…? Well, if you’re interested, you can come join us on a drive instead.”

That was exactly what Ruby was hoping for. “Oh, that sounds perfect! Right, Y/n?”

I was. Broken out of my stupor and I felt my cheeks redden in realization that the attention was on me. I was still alert and it wasn’t a good idea to go off with a group of suspicious strangers, but… fuck it. 

“Uh, yeah. That sounds cool.”

David smirked and the guys cheered happily. While David quickly wrapped his arm around Ruby’s shoulders, the curly-haired man did the same. I let it happen, since it didn’t seem threatening, and in fact, he seemed quite friendly. As we walked toward the motorcycles, only vaguely aware of the other conversations going on, I inquired politely,” And you are?”

“Marko. My other pals are Paul and Dwayne, but you can just forget about them, angel face.”

I snorted incredulously. “Keep trying, elf boy. I’m sure it’ll get you places.”

I heard Paul and Dwayne laugh at his expense, while Marko sent me a glower. He let go of me for the sake of pulling his motorcycle off the ground, but that was enough for Paul to swoop in beside me. He lowered close but not close enough to be uncomfortable. 

“Hey, wanna ride with me?”

I smirked, taking a glance at Ruby, who was already saddling up with David. I nodded, taking a step away from Marko, who sent a curse flying Paul’s way. Paul picked up his motorcycle and I awkwardly slung myself onto it. My hands immediately found themselves wrapping around his waist tightly. I’d only been on a motorcycle a few times, and each was as terrifying as the last.

“Hold on tight, spider monkey.”

My breath caught in my throat as the motorcycles zoomed up the hill. They ended up continuing across the hills, higher and higher. However, with the elevation change, came more and more blinding fog. I clung to Paul with every fiber of my being, and over the sounds of the speeding engines, I heard cheers and hollers of adrenaline, including Ruby’s. 

I clutched my hands, my hair whipping in the wind. It was almost frightening how fast they were going. Even the headlights didn’t penetrate the fog. Whenever I opened my eyes, I found that tears sprouted to them from the force, and I ended up burying my face in Paul’s neck.

It was cold.

When I looked up one last time, a scream bubbled in my throat as a cliff edge showed up. I was too frozen in fear to release it, though, and that was the right decision. Because, just as the front wheel penetrated the edge, he swerved and hit the breaks.

My hair was messier than usual and I finally released the man. I shakily got off, but akin to the merry-go-round, I found myself with jelly legs. I couldn’t see the others yet, but I could hear the clearly now that the motorcycles were abandoned on the ground.

I exhaled sharply, and Paul snickered. “We got ya good, huh?”

“I’ll say,” I grumbled, still shivering. It was the middle of summer, but after that ride, I had chills rolling down my back.

Marko emerged from the fog, tossing his arm around my shoulder. I hugged myself as the two boys escorted me around the cliff. I was starting to get a little worried, but my gut wasn’t screaming to run away just yet. I couldn’t help it. I was intrigued.

We came up to a rocky path that led down the cliff. It wound around the side, and as we drew closer to the ocean, I noticed a light amidst the fog. At the base of the ocean was a cave entrance. 

How odd.

“Holy shit, this is so cool!” Ruby fangirled. 

I shrugged free of the two boys and stood next to her. David had an arm around her shoulder, wearing a knowing smirk. I finally took the chance to take in my surroundings.

Inside the cave was an entire house, pretty much. There were many glittering antiques lying around. Stalactites were on the rocky ceiling. There were various large rugs and dressers. Somehow, there was a mini fridge against the wall. A torn up couch was also agains the wall, and other chairs were strewn about. There were lamps and candles everywhere, and I noticed that to the right, there was nothing but darkness, supposedly where the cave grew deeper.

“This is the den. Make yourselves at home, girls,” David insisted, detaching from Ruby’s side.

I glanced around. Paul and Marko walked around me and dived toward the couch, but their eyes immediately returned to me when they’d settled. Dwayne, of whom was impossible not to stare at with how gorgeous his hair was, went and leaned against a far wall. He wasn’t looking at me. But then, his eyes flitted toward me. HE almost seemed shy and looked away immediately.

“Y/n!” Marko called, patting an open spot between the two. I strained a smile. The atmosphere of the place… had changed. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something was sketchy. I mean, what run-of-the-mill men had a cave of their own?

I plopped between them, and it wasn’t a moment too soon because Marko was quick to wrap his arm around my neck and pull me to him. He was grinning ear from ear, although there was something meticulous in his sparkling eyes. I noticed how cold he was, too.

I heard two glasses clink. Ruby held two wine glasses while David finally stood straight, shutting the mini fridge and holding up a clear bottle of swirling maroon liquid. There was something dangerous in his eyes. I didn’t like where this was going. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to tag along, although I wouldn’t dream of abandoning Ruby.

“How about it, girls? Care to show us what you got?” David requested, swinging the bottle. 

Ruby sat on the ground in front of the living room table. She set the glasses done, giggling gleefully. I tried getting her attention, praying she was sane enough to realize the dangerous situation we’d just walked into.

“I think I’ll pass,” I spoke up suddenly.

David, who had already started pouring into a second one, froze. Everyone’s attention shifted to me and I noticed the strain in everyone’s grin. Ruby just looked confused, tilting her head.Even Marko and Paul had a displeased glare.

“What? Don’t you trust us?” Marko asked, although there was a snide undertone. I felt him tense, and shivers rolled down my spine.

“Well, seeing as you’re all strangers, no. I don’t trust any of you in the slightest,”  I tittered.

I felt Paul’s hand slide across my upper back. His cold fingers tickled me through my teeshirt, and I was beginning to wish I’d come up with some lie. David wasn’t giving up though, instead convincing my friend. He leered over her, winking.

“Your friend thinks we’re bad guys,” he chuckled. “But you know better, don’t you, Ruby? You’re no coward.”

She maintained eye contact for a moment before looking back at David. It was as though she physically melted from his seductive stare. 

“Oh, fuck it. It’s summer.”

The boys cheered, minus Dwayne. I glanced at him, only to see that he was watching me intently. Even when I stared back and he visibly shrunk away, he tilted his head at me and his mouth twitched. Even in this uncertain situation, I couldn’t help but drool over the mysterious man.

I observed Ruby downing the glass without stopping. Once she sucked in the last drop, she smashed the glass back onto the table proudly, beaming. “Damn, that tasted good. It just be expensive.”

“Let’s just say that it’s hard to get,” Paul stated. 

All of the boys roared in laughter, while me and Ruby were left to question what the hell they were on about. Something about his statement rubbed me the wrong way. I went to sit up and free myself from the two mens’ invasive arms, but Marko almost seemed to have claws as he held me with them.

“Would you look at that,” David mused in mock awe. “You sure you don’t want to try, Y/n? It’s of the divine quality. Not even a sip?”

Once again, everyone was staring at me with such a predatory gaze. I found myself looking at Dwayne, and he had a thin frown. My heart was beating, half because I was in the presence of the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, and otherwise because I was scared shitless but these strangers.

I shook my head, gulping. “I have work tomorrow. I shouldn’t be drinking.”

“One sip isn’t going to get you drunk, angel face.”

“God, fuck you guys,” Ruby suddenly groaned irritably. “Let my girl be. I need her sober so that we can actually get home.”

“Marko, Paul, can’t you two see you’re making her uncomfortable?”

All eyes went to Dwayne, who’d spoken for the first time. Even his friends were caught off guard, reinforcing the idea that he was generally silent. However, Marko grinned, nuzzling the side of my head with his knuckles.

“If she was, she’d say something. Don’t tell her you’re after my new girl?” Paul flirted jokingly.

“She doesn’t need to say anything. She’s actively trying to get away.”

Dwayne’s voice was deep and his composure was serious and tense. I could tell something was amiss, but maybe Dwayne wasn’t as okay with it as the rest of his friends. Or, maybe, he felt the same chemistry I did with him. I sent him a grateful smile, and he finally looked away. I could’ve sworn I saw his cheeks darken.

David laughed slowly, somehow standing near the fridge again. “Looks like Dwayne has a crush on our new friend. Would you look at that.”

I finally mustered the courage to clear my throat and wrench myself free from Paul and Marko. There was something so sinister about their presences now, even though earlier they exude friendliness and the auras of eager puppy dogs. Marko more so than Paul. And yet, Marko seemed far more dangerous than his friend.

Dwayne clammed up after that.  I ended up sitting on the rug next to Ruby. She was grinning lazily, her head tilting all over the place. I only went to parties with her a few times, but I always thought she held her liquor better than that. Her fingers ghosted over the handle of the other wine glass.

“You, uh, boys don’t plan on drinking this, r-r-right?” 

“You sure you don’t want to have some, Y/n?” Marko perked up.

David waved his hand dismissively. “Calm yourselves, boys. She can try it next time when we’re deemed ‘trustworthy’.”

The guys cackled, and I swerved my head to look at Dwayne when he let out a low chuckle. I guess he did enjoy their presence. And here I thought he hated his friends or was blackmailed into hanging out with them. He watched me with intrigue. Even in the shadows, I could tell he was blushing.

Ruby, in the meantime, downed the rest of the wine. The men didn’t even stop her when she reached for the entire wine bottle and took continuous swigs. From my experience, alcohol never tasted good. There was always a bitterness to it that Ruby made sure to tell me about. But she looks like she was enjoying the beverage.

“We’ve never seen you girls at the pier before,” Paul engaged in conversation. “Are you two new in town? It’s a small place, what, with all the murders and missing people.”

Shivers rolled down my spine, but Ruby beat me to it. “The fuck…? What do ya’s mean, missing?”

“You two didn’t know?” David snickered haughtily. “Santa Carla is the order capital of the world.”

Ruby gasped in fear, suddenly clutching at my arm. “Oh…! Who… who fucking… kills people?”

“Usually murderers,” I quipped in discomfort.

I twas like we were being held under a microscope. The boys all watched me carefully, laughing exuberantly as per usual. I didn’t like how predatory their eyes were. It made me squirm in place. However, Dwayne’s chuckles didn’t sound quite as dangerous and threatening as the others.

“We’ve got a comedian in the house, I see,” David proclaimed. “You know, I’m starting to like you, Y/n,”

“Even if you are a prude,” Marko added, which earned him a glare from me.

I didn’t like that they liked me. I didn’t like much of what was going on. I watched as David opened the mini fridge again. However, Paul started up again,” You two didn’t answer the question.”

Ruby stare at me expectantly. “W - well, uh, we just moved here for the summer. We’re waiting for college to start again and figured we’d find some part-time job. We rented one of those run down but homely houses.”

“Where?” Paul continued to prod.

“It’s on ‘one of your beeswax’ avenue.”

Ruby giggled and piped up,” It’s actually on Drivel drive! The small white house —“

I clicked my tongue and smacked the side of her head. She mewled in mock pain, but the guys once again howled in laughter. I wasn’t sure what was amusing, but I sure as hell didn’t want to find out. It was then that I realized David was hovering behind me. He loomed over and placed a plastic box in front of me. It was some Chinese take-out with chopsticks stuck to the side of the box.

“You girls must be hungry. How about some chow mien?” David offered.

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🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 3 🦌

"Restless Nights"

Content: Paranoid whumpee, fear of being SAed, uhhh idk this is mostly setup for the next chapter which will be much more whumpy.

1,100 words

(Not) continuing on with my part-a-day challenge (to the fullest) but I'll try to get a part out on the regular! Congrats, you now know what I'm like as a content creator! Rule of thumb, if I ever say "I'll try to—" or "I will be—" you can count on me to never deliver!

However, in my own defense, I've been working my job a shit ton recently, and am also working on a 12 book series, and also working on the series for Valentine that I'll be posting here, and drawing a lot, so I'm pretty busy, lol. But as always, excuse my writing quality for this mini series, I just shit these out into Google Docs and then copy and paste them here.

With that said, I humbly bring you all part 3! The next part is where the whump is really gonna start coming through, so stay tuned for that (and the eventual off-the-rails plot I thought of at 3 am while trying to sleep)

       Fawn was in a state of shock, and they knew it, too. They didn’t feel very much besides the anxiety that coursed through their veins. They should be frightened, and feel disgusted. They should be crying, and panicking, and trying to find a way out. Yet all they could do was sit up right on the old dirty mattress, hugging their knees to their chest as they stared into the pitch black darkness of Hunter’s basement.

       Eventually they fell back against the mattress, hands over their chest as their heart beat wildly, yet they felt nothing. Not even tired. Sleep was nowhere near on their mind. All they could think about was their own stupidity. How they managed to walk right into a psychopath’s literal trap. Thoughts of the future wavered through their mind, and none of the scenarios were favorable.

       Were they going to be killed? No, Hunter alluded to it, but said they were too pretty, whatever the hell that means. Was that really the only thing keeping them alive? What if they accidentally piss them off? What if they grow bored of them? But… What do they even want with them in the first place? Something nice to look at? A pretty pet? Where they going to be raped? They didn’t even want to consider the thought.

       Fawn couldn’t hear a single sound other than the sound of their own breathing and heartbeat. They couldn't even see their own hands in front of them. There were no windows, no connections to the outside world. It was sensory deprived hell, and as the minutes ticked away they felt like they were going insane.

       They couldn’t take it anymore, and sat up, slowly getting up to stand on their one good foot. They wobbled and felt weak, but once they got their footing they slowly hopped to where they saw the light string. Reaching out blindly in the darkness, they felt it in their hands, and pulled it. A click rang through the air, and the basement was illuminated, albeit dimly, but they could at least see.

       The basement was full of all kinds of clutter, like tools, weapons, boxes, taxidermied animals, bones, fur rugs, and mounted animal heads. There were a bunch of spiders, cobwebs, and cockroaches scurrying around. Good thing they weren't afraid of bugs. At least they had some company.

       The mattress was torn and covered in blood and dirt. Lots of dried blood, actually. How many others were here before them? How many others spent their last nights on this same, tattered bed? It all felt too surreal. It couldn't be real. This was a horror movie, or a true crime documentary in the making, and they were the next subject. Why them of all people? Life isn't fair.

They began to carefully and quietly sift through the various things Hunter kept down there. Looking through the boxes, opening drawers, peeking behind furniture. Inside a metal cabinet were multiple folders and papers. The papers being....

       ...Missing posters?

First came confusion, then came the wide eyed terror and the sinking of their heart. In shock their shaking hands dropped the papers, and when they got their bearings, picked them back up, examining them.

       There were some from different places, but most of them came from the same nearby town that Fawn had just moved to. They could recall seeing some of them around town, or in newspaper ads. Even conversations with the locals about how people often go missing... The oldest one of the bunch was ten years ago. The most recent was only from 6 months ago.

       Fawn felt sick to their stomach. Asking how many people were here before them was supposed to just be rhetorical.

       Fawn grabbed a knife that was sitting on one of the tables, and turned out the lights. It was old and rusted, but just having a weapon in their hands at least gave them the illusion of safety. They clutched it tightly in both of their hands, sitting on the mattress. They were restless and anxious, with their wide eyes staring towards the door in darkness. They could hear the floorboards creak above them, and they hoped and prayed Hunter wouldn't come back down the stairs.

       Especially if they thought they were asleep.

       Though much like Fawn, Hunter wasn't able to rest their eyes, either. However, while Fawn's may have been from fear, Hunter was far too excited. They tossed and turned, but all they could think about was their latest victim. When they remembered they had a bag with them that they removed, they jumped out of bed immediately.

       Moonlight was shining through the trees, seeping into the decrepit cabin through cracked and boarded up windows. Hunter went to the kitchen and picked Fawn's bag up off of the floor, curious to rummage through their things.

       It was filled with snacks and water bottles. There was a change of clothes, a pocket knife, a book on plant identification, binoculars, and finally, they hit the jackpot. A phone with no passcode! Just who was their little Fawn, really?

       Their lockscreen was a photo of two cats cuddling, looking like they took it themself at a shelter. Much to Hunter's dismay, it didn't seem like they had any social medias, but they did have lots of things in their gallery!… though they were mostly just photos of animals. They couldn't find a real name or anything that was truly personal.

       It wouldn't matter much even if they did have socials, because there was no signal out here. It wouldn't connect to the internet. Maybe they had something in their calendar?... no, nothing. No birthdays or events, except for some things relating to the Animal shelter. 

       Their phone was so void of anything that it was almost frustrating. Either they didn't use technology much, or they had absolutely nothing going on in their life besides their volunteer work. I mean, they didn't even have a passcode, Hunter was disappointed, to say the least.

      A weak knock coming from the basement door startled them out of their dissatisfaction.

      "Uhh… Hunter?" A meek, muffled voice called.

      "What?"

       "I… have to pee."

      "Okay."

      "I need a bathroom."

       "No you don't. You have a change of clothes right here, you can change in the morning."

       "What?!" Fawn was appalled, "But—"

       "You should be happy you're alive and shut up. Piss on the floor and go to bed."

       "But—"

       "Piss on the floor and go to bed." Hunter repeated, much more stern. It was silent for a moment before quiet thumps could be heard limping down the stairs. Poor injured thing.

       Hunter had a feeling this recent capture was going to be quite an interesting one. They listen well enough, but don't seem to really grasp the situation they've found themself in. It wasn't a worry, that just meant training them was going to be all the more enjoyable.

       Hunter smiled.

       They were going to have fun tomorrow.

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A New Judgment Chapter 7: The Drive and an Explanation (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Nessa just drops her bag there at the door once it is closed, clasping her trembling hands together as she tries to control her breathing. After a few minutes of trying to ground herself, she shakes her hands out to control the trembling and picks up her bag and purse putting it with her full-size luggage. She absentmindedly grabs a change of clothes while processing the conversation she just had with Damien.

Once she is changed she plugs in her phone and gets into bed, scrolling through various websites researching more information on poly relationships, and trying to find some history on the other three members of the judgment day she doesn't really know. She doesn't realize how long she has been researching, taking notes, and saving websites to reference later. She finally decides she has had enough and needs to sleep when she yawns for the fourth consecutive time in a few minutes. She sets her phone down and snuggles into the covers, not noticing how bright the room has been getting when there is a knock on the door.

She looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand and groans, "Fuck." The knock at the door comes again, this time louder.

"Give me a moment please," She calls out, having a good idea who is at the door. She shuffles to the door and opens it. Not surprised to see Dominik standing there looking towards the ground rubbing the back of his neck.

"We didn't agree on a time and I figured..." He trails off as he looks up and sees the state she is in. He steps in and closes the door placing his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes.

"Nessa, what happened are you ok? Did he do something? Did something happen?" His eyes go to the slight bruise on her wrist from the taping last night and his expression darkens.

She shrugs off his hands and takes a step back rubbing her eyes. "Nothing happened, no he didn't, he was a perfect gentleman last night. I just apparently didn't sleep because I was too busy researching." She yawns at the end.

"Researching what Nessa?" He asks sitting on the armchair in the corner to give her space.

"Researching more answers to my questions I didn't ask last night Dom." She answers as she digs through her suitcase for a change of clothes.

"Maybe I could answer your questions mi.... Nes, sorry." He catches himself. "I might ask some questions but Dom, I would like to research this on my own so I can come to my own understanding and then ask if I am understanding things right. I know Luis talked to you all last night about our conversation." Nessa heads towards the bathroom.

"Actually not exactly. He gave us the gist of the conversation. Said he would elaborate when we are in Seattle. He was more focused on me apparently not treating you right," he calls out as she changes in the bathroom. She yanks the door open, her nightclothes in her hand, and stomps over to her luggage.

"I didn't say you didn't treat me right, just that I would open my own car door, and other doors occasionally because you didn't fight me as much on it." She shoves her clothes in the bag and zips it up.

"Well, I am under orders..." He draws out the s sound as she glares at him. He remains sitting and holds up his hands in surrender. "It's what we know, how we were raised." He begins his explanation only to be cut off by Nessa, "It shows respect to women..."

"Yes I know he said the same thing last night," she snaps and immediately feels guilty. "I'm sorry Dom, it's not your fault. I didn't mean to snap at you. I've been doing that a lot the last two days."

"It's ok Nes, both times you just woke up or in this case didn't sleep at all. You are tired so let's get started. A quick breakfast on the way and you can sleep on the way and we can have our talk when you are feeling better and ready." He stands up and grabs her bag to no argument this time, only her silently nodding in agreement and following him to the door and falling back into the rhythm they had when they were together, he opens the door and she steps through with him following behind and closing it then wraps his free arm around her shoulders allowing her to lean into him. If she wasn't so tired she would push away from him but it feels familiar, it feels right.

In the short elevator ride down she falls asleep on his shoulder and he glances down at her, smiling sadly at how he fucked up something, but he is filled with hope. He gently nudges her awake and they exit the elevator and head to the checkout counter before heading to Dom's rental car, Nessa still half asleep doesn't realize he has opened the car door for her, she just gets in and buckles up and leans her head against the window once the door is closed. She is asleep before he even gets in the car.

Dominik grabs his jacket from the back seat and gently tosses it over Nessa. He studies her face and admires how her nose scrunched up when a strand of her hair tickled it. He gently brushes it out of the way so as to not disturb her. He takes another moment to study her, having not had the privilege of seeing her so vulnerable for a long time, how her lips slightly parted and her face truly relaxed. He smiles to himself as he starts the car and pulls out for the long drive to Seattle.

Nessa jerks awake when her forehead smacks against the window as Dominik runs over a bump. "Ow fuck" she exclaims rubbing her forehead.

"I'm sorry Nes, go back to sleep if you can. I'll be more careful," He calls out to her. She groans as she checks the time, she had been asleep for only two hours but she felt wide awake. She sits up, Dominik's jacket falling onto her lap.

Nessa stares at the jacket, her hand gripping the edge of it. "Thank you." She almost whispers a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Of course, I didn't want you to get cold. You needed sleep. Still do by the looks of you." He comments and Nessa glares at him and sticks out her tongue.

"I can't sleep anymore it seems, at least yet." She leans her head back on the headrest rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Well let's take a break and get some food, I'm starving." He offers as he gets off at the next exit on the highway. Nessa is filled with guilt realizing he didn't eat because he let her sleep. Dominik glances at her and sees her expression. "Don't even think about apologizing. I had snacks that held me over and you clearly needed sleep. You fell asleep on me in the elevator. I am fine, it was only two hours so now we can eat."

"But-" She starts and Dominik cuts her off.

"No buts, we are going to get some food and we can talk about whatever you want. Ask what you need and I will answer anything." He pulls into a Mcdonald's drive-thru.

"Are you allowed to eat this?" Nessa asks, knowing he has a meal plan.

"I can, it depends on what I order. You still get the same thing?" He asks as they inch closer to the speaker.

"Yeah." She reaches down to grab her purse and she panics for a second not seeing it.

"Calm down, Nes it is in the trunk with your bags, I got it this time. I know how you are. You can get it next time." Nessa rolls her eyes knowing next time will be the same. They get their food and Nessa holds the food until they are on the highway, the radio on quietly to fill the silence that was between them. "Alright Nes, divvy up the food" He holds his hand out for his burger and she hands it over, placing his fries on the center console between them, stealing a few and shoving them in her mouth before Dom could see.

"You have your own fries, why did you steal some of mine," He complains before taking a bite of his burger.

"Because yours are better!" She muffles with her mouthful of fries. At that, both of them snicker, trying not to choke on their food, the atmosphere no longer awkward. "Ok we still have half the way to go still so let's start this while we finish eating Dom." She smiles, her mood is better after some food and sleep.

Dominik swallows nervously, "Do you want my explanation first then ask questions, or do you want to ask questions first then I explain?" She sips her drink before answering.

"Explain please."

"In hindsight, it was a completely idiotic reason and I should have just talked with you. Especially knowing you are at least considering our dynamic," He starts and takes a shaky breath. "During Covid, I rarely got to see you, and I was so afraid of losing you and I was so glad when restrictions got lifted and I could see you more. But that also made me realize what my dad was saying all along, it got in my head. It is unfair for you to be working, to be alone, and me on the road all the time barely having time to see you." He pauses to gauge her reaction. She wants to say something but instead wrings her hands. "You deserve better than what I was giving you and thought you were beginning to resent me like I resent my dad. And I now know that is so stupid. You have been nothing but loyal and supportive for years and I hurt you. When I broke up with you I immediately wanted to take it back. I didn't immediately join the dynamic either. It was weeks after I joined them."

"Yeah, Demi told me as much," Nessa comments sadly, glancing out the window.

"When they first started approaching me it was to help me break off from dad, to help me grow my career, and dating Rhea was just going to be a storyline. She was going to contact you to explain it. But I didn't want to put you through that with all I thought I was already putting you through, so I thought a clean break would be best. Like I said I immediately regretted it. I didn't want you to suffer as Mom did. I was hoping you would move on and find someone better than me."

Nessa clenches and unclenches her fist. She waits a moment to see if he will continue. He doesn't so she asks her first question, "Then why didn't you respond to any of my messages or calls, or from your sister or anyone regarding me? Do you know how much that hurts? Just throwing everything down the drain, those years. I was ready to marry you. I can't find someone better because there is no one better. I would have understood. If you would have just explained it to me in the first place Dom." Tears well up in her eyes and starts spilling down her cheeks which she hastily tries to swipe away with the sleeve of her jacket.

"I was embarrassed, and knew I fucked up and didn't know how to fix it, I didn't and still don't really know how to face you. You have been so fiercely loyal to me and I don't deserve it like I don't deserve your forgiveness. I would have understood if you supported Dad at WrestleMania." He wipes away his own tears his words catching in his throat.

"I would have found a way to make it work Dom, I was trying to become part of medical for the WWE, I would have done what you wanted, I would have quit just to travel with you if you wanted." She sniffles and Dominik lets out a sound like he was being strangled.

"I know and it is unfair how much you would have done for me and I couldn't return it. I never wanted to hurt you only protect you. Yet that is exactly what I did and I can't forgive myself for that." He tries to take a deep breath but it is shaky. Nessa rubs her palm to her chest to ease the tightness and pain forming there remembering the heartbreak he caused, They remain like that trying to control their emotions for a few minutes. Nessa wipes the tears away again, her lips trembling as she asks the next question that is burning at her,

"How did you end up joining their dynamic and why didn't you just ask me if I would consider it?"

"I had already broken up with you the day I told them I would join them. It wasn't until they asked what was wrong with me because my mood was all over the place. I told them I broke up with you but no specifics. Finn slapped me upside the head because that was an idiotic thing to do. They explained what and how they were, and that they were open to new members for the dynamic and I was welcome to join and to ask you but I don't think that would have gone over well having already broken up with you." He grips the steering wheel as he answers.

"No, it would not, if we were still together I would have been receptive to the Idea and considered it." She responds so quietly he almost doesn't hear it. She brings her feet to the seat and hugs her knees, placing her chin there and staring out the windshield.

"I know you are hurt, I know I hurt you and I will do anything to make it right. Words can not describe how sorry I am and how much I wish to take it back and get the last six months back." He glances at her sadly, hoping the sincerity in his voice helps comfort her.

Nessa sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve before responding, "If you were thinking that way why did you give me the bracelet knowing what it meant." She lays her cheek on her knee to look at Dom to read his expression. He chews his lip while he thinks.

"Because I did, still do want to spend my life with you as selfish as that sounds, I want you to be with me with us now. I love you Mi Vida and I always will and if you let me I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." He clenches the steering wheel, keeping himself from reaching out to her.

Nessa turns her head to stare out the windshield again. "Thank you for telling me, Dom. I uh need to process... that..." She pauses at the end unable to find the words, unable to even glance at Dom trying to just process everything he told her.

"Yeah Nes, take your time." His eyes flick to her figure, his heart breaking even more being the one to put her in that state. He opens his mouth intent to say something to make her feel better but thinks better of it, not knowing what to say. Instead, he hits play on her playlist he has saved on his phone for her. He glances at her as the first song starts and sees the corner of her mouth twitch like she wanted to smile and he quietly sighs in relief. The rest of the ride is silent between them only the music filling the silence and Nessa nodding off again.

Nessa is sound asleep against the window again when Dominik pulls into the hotel parking lot. He sees Damien, Finn, and Rhea leaning against the other rental car waiting on them. He pulls into the empty parking spot next to them and gently nudges Nessa.

"Nessa wake up we are at the hotel." She groans and pulls his jacket tighter around her snuggling into it. "Nes come on, you can sleep in the hotel room in a bed." He gently shakes her shoulder and she pushes his hand off of it still not aware.

Rhea gets impatient and walks over to the passenger side where Nessa's head is against the window and sharply knocks startling her awake. "Wake up sleeping beauty we need to check in" Rhea calls into the car as Nessa finally wakes up and collects her surroundings. Rhea returns to standing between Damien and Finn leaning against the car.

Nessa turns to Dominik, "Uh sorry Dom," She rubs her eyes with one hand and tries to hand Dominik the jacket with the other one. He tosses it into the back seat muttering,

"It's ok Nes," Before getting out of the car and trying to jog to the other side to open the door for her which she beat him to and stepped out. Damien crosses his arms and clears his throat. Nessa ignores him and closes the door and walks around to the trunk where their luggage is already out and sitting on the ground. Dominik comes over and hands Nessa her purse before grabbing both luggage and begins heading towards the entrance of the hotel, Finn following closely behind with Rhea's luggage.

Damien and Rhea step over to where Nessa is, clearly still tired and half looking like death.

"Mamita, what happened are you ok?" Damien asks and Rhea turns Nessa to face her and studies her face.

"Christ love did you sleep at all last night?" She frets over Nessa who shrugs and then scratches the back of her head avoiding eye contact.

"I was researching some things and lost track of time. I slept most of the way here though?" Nessa tries to make it sound better.

"Yeah, that's still not ok. I was going to see if you wanted to go out with us for lunch but I think sleep would be better." Damien chimes in eyeing Nessa worriedly.

"No, it's better if I stay up at this point and sleep tonight, If I sleep now I probably won't be able to sleep tonight." She yawns, not helping her argument, and begins to head toward the entrance where Dominik and Finn are waiting

"Whatever you say. How about a compromise? You nap until we have to go train. Then tonight we can go out and have some fun. As friends that is." Rhea offers and clarifies at the end.

"Yeah, I like that." Nessa agrees letting out another yawn as they approach the door that is being held open by Dominik and Finn. She stops in front of them and gives Dominik a small smile to show him she isn't upset with him. He watches as she steps ahead and shakes his head to keep his emotions in check.

Finn mouths, "Are you ok?" Dominik nods once allowing Rhea and Damien to pass in front of them before he and Finn follow behind with the bags.

They all get their key cards and file into the elevator and go to their rooms in relative silence, feeding off the awkward energy between Dominik and Nessa. Before too long they reach their respective rooms, Rhea swipes the key card and opens the door. Nessa is so tired she doesn't even common, instead just leans against the closest person to her. She feels his chest shake in laughter. She glances up to see she is leaning on Damien.

"Go on Mamita, you need more sleep. I'll see you in a few hours." He ushers her through the door into the room.

"Go on guys, I am going to unpack and I'll meet you in a few I want to make sure Nessa is ok." Rhea dismisses the boys and closes the door before turning to Nessa who is sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing her eyes. "Before you sleep I just want to know if you are ok, give me the gist of what happened on that car ride." Rhea sits down next to Nessa and grabs her hand and holds it.

"I'll be ok Demi, it is a lot to process. I need to figure out how I feel and how to go forward from that. I won't take back my forgiveness." Nessa admits and Rhea squeezes her hand.

"Let me guess it was a stupid idiotic reason." Rhea comments and Nessa nods and starts laughing at Rhea rolling her eyes.

"The dumbest reason." Nessa goes on to explain to Rhea what Dominik said in the car, venting her hurt and frustration. Once she is done venting Rhea looks incredulous.

"He is more of an idiot than I thought. Look, I admire how open you are to even consider being with us and how you forgave Dom Dom without even knowing the whole story. And the fact that after hearing his idiotic reason." She praises Nessa who smiles bashfully and averts her gaze, red creeping up her cheeks. Rhea pulls her into a hug which she returns needing the physical comfort knowing that there are no expectations between them.

"Get some sleep I'll wake you up in a few hours after I go have a talk with Dom and the others yeah." Rhea gets up and Nessa snuggles into the bed asleep before Rhea is even out of the room.

#rhea ripley fanfiction #damian priest fanfic #finn balor fanfiction #dominik mysterio fanfiction #the judgment day fanfic #judgment day x reader

[esthxio]

{Burns and Bruises.}

Various!Tokyo revengers x m!reader - Reader pronouns: He/him - MLM fic Fic Genre: Yandere x reader, Angst, NSFW (no sex but implied)

Pairings: TR!Various x M!reader

Warning⚠︎: Yandere behaviour, Stalking, Eaves dropping, Implied non-con, Stockholm syndrome, Kidnapping, Character death, male pregnancy, hints of mental breakdown, hints of manipulation, mention of drugs, use of drugs, miserable reader, mention of murder, murder, violence, abuse, use and mention of blackmail, grammatical errors, unedited, unplanned work, angst, POV changing, etc.

Note!: You have been warned, this work is a yandere fic, if you are easily triggered please click off of this fic now, you are responsible if you are continuing to read this work, I am not responsible if you get triggered because I have warned you beforehand DNI: Fem aligned (she/her, she/they, etc...), genderless blogs. Minors, AGELESS BLOGS

✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ Takemichis POV: Everytime, I and [name] go to meet each other, he always wears a turtle neck, long sleeves and clothes that always hides his skin, a mask, sunglasses- I always wondered why he wears those types of clothing, even on hot days he wears those type of clothing ‎ ‎ ‎

does he not get uncomfortable in those clothes? I would always ask him about it and he would brush it off with a laugh and say he doesn't feel hot, bothered or uncomfortable at all.. ‎ ‎ ‎

I never get why he wears those nor did I get any reason why but as I stare at his arms with a horrified and worried expression... I now know why he wears those outfits.. I didn't mention it to him, I pretended I didn't notice as he panicked when he realized he had his sleeves rolled up ‎ ‎ ‎

I've seen more bruises appear on his body as he starts getting comfortable around me and forgets about his troubles, I trusted him and told him about my power to go back in time and he trusted me about his bruises and the reasons for it ‎ ‎ ‎

He told me he got it from his boyfriends and that he couldn't afford to leave them... it's so.. stupid? idiotic? I dont know how to explain it but it- it's enraging, why can't he leave his boyfriends and why he keeps going back to them after breaking things off with them, it's so frustrating how I can't convince him to leave them, he always refuses to do so with a frightened expression ‎ ‎ ‎

I've had enough, I wanted to know why he can't leave those bastard of so called boyfriends, I asked him if he can meet me at the hideout we used to hangout in when we were kids, he agreed but told me he only had limited time, I understood, he was a very busy man.. taking care of his children while being pregnant? oh man ‎ ‎ ‎✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ Takemichis POV: Time skip ‎ ‎

Here we are, sitting inside the hideout, the hideout was like a small apartment, it had a couch, a small tv, a kitchen, a bathroom, small dining table, etc... ah the memories of us hanging out in this hideout when we were young with our friends- well enough about that ‎ ‎ ‎

"[Name], can I ask you a question?" I interrupted him "Oh yea sure, what's up?" "Why do you... keep going back to those bastards?" "Ahm..haha... who?" "You know your 'boyfriends', they treat you like shit yet you stay with them?" "Takemichi I thought we already talked about this..." "We have but I just- I can't deal with the thought of how Im doing nothing while you get abused! didn't you say your pregnant? so why- WHY are you letting them beat you up?!" ‎ ‎ ‎

[Name] stayed quiet as he pursed his lips before sighing and shakes his head ‎ ‎ ‎ "can we just drop this topic? Takemichi please-" ‎ ‎"NO! why are you BURNING yourself over and over again?! what happened to- to not making the same mistakes over and over again?! what happened to the promise that we shouldn't play with the fire and blow it away and to distinguish it instead?!" ‎ ‎ ‎

[Name] stared at me then gave me a tired laugh and let out a small laugh, his laugh sounded so tired- I'm so frustrated why is he laughing?! this is a serious matter, he's getting abused and he's just letting it go?!

"I can't believe you still remember that candle thing I told you about Takemichi, Honestly thought you'd forgot about it.. oh the memories.."

the candle thing was something [Name] created when we were younger, he would always be a worry wart over us and would tend our bruises whenever we got beat up by Kiyomasa or some other gangster..

Burning yourself meant: making a mistake Lighting up the candle meant: starting a conflict Making the flame bigger meant: making the conflict grow Blowing or Distinguishing the flame meant: you've solved the conflict it was a silly thing but we all adapted to it and made our moods a little better back then because it reminded us of how silly the concept was but it was helpful when you didn't wanna say how this person caused a conflict directly- "[NAME] THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER, YOU'RE GETTING ABUSED, PLEASE JUST OPEN YOUR EYES AND LEAVE THEM, I CAN'T STAND YOU GETTING HURT WHILE I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT" I shouted at him, I was standing from my chair at this point and looking down at him as he sat still on his own chair- The next things he said made me more worried, scared? frustrated? I DONT KNOW, I can't- I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS FEELING "Takemichi... don't you get it? I'm stuck with them.. no matter how much I attempt to leave them, they find me and they drag me back with them.." "What- what do you mean?! who even are these 'boyfriends' of yours?!" they couldn't have had that much power did they?- "Takemichi, My boyfriends are Tokyo's top criminals.. you know who they are right? Manjiro.. Haruchiyo.. Haitani- Izana, Kakucho.. do I need to list all of them out?"

Now- now I understand why he seems so frightened whenever I suggested for him to leave his boyfriends

"Wait.. Izana? Kakucho?- aren't- aren't they dead? They died [name]! I saw them die!" "They didn't die Takemichi, someone rushed them to the hospitals.. It's a miracle that they survived.. besides they've figured out how they died and avoided it.." "HOW?! what do you mean they've figured out?!" "Takemichi... you aren't the only that can time travel..." "what..."

I was petrified as I stared at [Name], WHAT DOES HE MEAN?! WHO'S THE OTHER ONE?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE- I HAVE TO TELL NAOTO ABOUT THIS

"Takemichi... don't bother telling Naoto.." [Name] says as he takes a sip of his drink.. "I have to! This information is valuable [Name]!" "Takemichi, won't you listen for once?! Naoto's dead! why do you think his office is locked this whole week?! BONTEN MURDERED NAOTO WHEN HE TRIED TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM THEM LAST TIME"

I refused to believe him as I trembled in fear, that's impossible?! if Naoto died then- then why- why is there no news about his death?!

"You're lying.. no no you're bluffing" "I'm sorry.. but I'm not.."

[Name] sighed and stood up from his seat and grabbed his should bag and put his hand on his stomach, he was 5 months pregnant after all-

"I'm sorry Takemichi but.. I have to go before they go here themselves and possibly end up killing you"

[Name] walked towards the exit of our hideout but I couldn't comprehend the fact that Naoto's dead, murdered- I didn't notice [Name] leaving until I snapped out of it and was about to shout for him until I realized

I had a gun pointed to my head

"Good job doll ♡~" Hanma said as he had his arms around [Name] while [Name] burried his face on Hanma's chest and gripping on Hanma's outfit "Good job indeed! HAHAHA, we finally fucking found you Takemichi!" Sanzu said behind me, pointing a gun at my head "HEY, I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO KILL HIM" Baji shouted out loud with a pissed off expression whilst he was getting held back by Kazutora and Chifuyu

"Keep your voice down you imbecile" Kisaki said as he stood next to Hanma

My eyes widen as I let out a breathe, trembling, I looked at [Name] who was staring at me with empty eyes and an expressionless face

"[name].. w-what's the meaning of this?" I said Kazutora let out a laugh as he leaned onto Baji- whilst Baji complained and whined "Why don't you read the room genius? [Name] never actually considered you as a friend, he was only going to your little meet ups to help us kill you"

"You've given us too much trouble Hanahagaki." A cold voice said coming from the person I once called a close friend.. Mikey Mikey stared at me with cold eyes "Man.. you really thought we abused [Name]? How could we? He's our precious lover and He's pregnant with our baby! he has given us children in the past too!" Ran said "Hmm, Mitsuya did do an amazing job at making fake bruises and cuts" Chifuyu said

"[Name]- please tell me what they're saying isn't true- it- it's not right?" I said as I looked back at [Name] [Name] only sighed and turned around to hug Hanma the next thing he said broke me

"I wanna go home.. I dont wanna see him..."

"Well! You've heard what the man said! let's hurry up and go home shall we?" Hanma said with a big grin "Mhm, after all Izana and the others are getting impatient in the Limo" Kisaki pointed out "Hahh? I wanted to torture him first before killing him!" Sanzu whined "HAH! BITCH" Baji shouted

I could see Mikey- no Manjiro was getting irritated "Just drug him, knock him out and bring him back to the base then" Rindou suggested "No- no PLEASE" the next thing I saw was all black... name.. why.. I thought we were friends ✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ [Name]s POV:

I flinched as I heard the impact of Takemichi falling on the ground I couldn't bare to look at him, after all he was my bestfriend who I not only betrayed but left to die and get tortured by my so called lovers..

"Good job dear! now that wasn't so hard now is it?" Hanma said as he laughed, walking to the limousine with his arms around me

"[Name]!" Smiley shouted my name happily as we entered the vehicle "Look what me and Angry got you!" he said as he gave me a bag of my favorite snacks and some things I've always wanted to get, I smiled happily as I received some kisses from Angry and Smiley

Oh well.. atleast I have someone that'll love me.. I'm starting to like this.. getting spoiled whenever I obey.. I should be more obedient, hah.. their praises are always so nice..

I'm sorry Takemichi.. but I don't regret doing this a single bit. ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎

End.

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[hyperfixatedimagines]

Dragon Ride- Laena x f!reader

Summary: Laena insists on taking her girlfriend for a ride on her dragon.

A/N: Just a cute quick imagine to tide everyone over until I have a chance to really get the other imagines done. Work has been crazy for me lately but I am taking a small vacation in the coming days so I’ll have more time to finish. Please enjoy this snapshot for the lovely Laena until then. It’s shame there’s not more written for her and that she didn’t get much screen time. Let me know what you think! xoxo

A/N pt. 2: The Baela imagine is coming down the pipeline. This is a separate one I was working on.

“She’s going to devour me whole Laena,” (y/n) protested and dug her feet into the dirt.

Laena laughed as she tugged (y/n) down the dirt path. “You’re being silly, love.”

(Y/n) whined. Laena stopped and turned around to face her girlfriend. Laena cupped (y/n)’s face.

“I will not let any harm come to you. You know that right?”

(Y/n) nodded. “It’s just…. she’s so large, and she lived through Aegon’s conquest. What business do I have riding such a creature?”

Laena smiled. “Vhagar was once a dragon of war but she is tired and fussy now. She more like an old cat.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she felt her lover’s soft lips against her own. Instinctively, her hands wrapped around Laena’s waist. Laena was always so warm, and she always smelt of the sea. For others that smell might be a nightmare but for (y/n) it reminded her of the peace she felt by the seaside. (Y/n) opened her mouth to let Laena deepen their kiss, as Laena liked to do.

But this time she did not. Instead she pulled away and let her forehead rest against (y/n)’s.

“Please…I want to share this with you. I want to show you the world how I see it,” Laena whispered.

(Y/n) softened. How could she say no? (Y/n) nodded.

Laena smiled.

Together they made their way down the path until they reached the clearing where Vhagar slept.

She was larger than (y/n) had thought she would be. (Y/n) swallowed the nerves itching in her throat. She would not deny Laena the gift she wanted to share with (y/n).

“Peace Vhagar,” Laena called out.

Vhagar opened her eyes then the aged dragon shook her head,then her neck, then the rest of her body. Finally, she huffed before letting out a low hum. Laena tugged (y/n) and brought her next to Vhagar. Laena raised (y/n)’s hand up to Vhagar’s skin.

It was softer than (y/n) had thought it would be. (y/n) thought dragon skin would feel like lizard skin. Touching Vhagar soothed (y/n)’s nerves. If the formidable creature had not eaten her up when she touched her maybe she would be okay.

Laena watched (y/n) with a smile on her face.

“You’re a natural,” Laena whispered.

(y/n) blushed. “Only because you’re here with me.”

Laena wrapped her arms around (y/n)’s waist. She placed a quick kiss on (y/n)’s cheek.

“Are you ready to climb on?”

(y/n) swallowed hard then nodded. “I think so,” she replied.

So Laena let go of (y/n) then climbed onto Vhagar using the various ropes and ladders tied onto Vhagar. She turned back and helped (Y/n) do the same.

(y/n) landed on Vhagar’s saddle with a thump. Laena laughed.

“You okay back there,” she asked.

“I’m fine,” (y/n) replied as she tried to get comfortable.

The saddle was just big enough to hold both women, but it was a tight fit.

Laena handed (y/n) a strap of leather on each side of her.  “Wrap these around you then tie them. You’ll be strapped in with me.”

(y/n) did as Laena instructed. “Okay.”

Laena grabbed Vhagar’s reigns. “Also, you’ll want to hold on tight.”

(y/n) was about to ask Laena why when she felt Vhagar stir. She quickly wrapped her arms around Laena’s waist.

She had done so just in time. Laena shouted a command in high valyrian and Vhagar started to flap her wings. The wind whipped (y/n)’s hair in her face.

Soon Laena and (y/n) rose up into the air.

(y/n) shut her eyes and buried her face in Laena’s shoulder. Laena turned her head.

“You don’t have to close your eyes love. It’s not as scary as you think,” she said with a smile on her face.

(y/n) sighed and slowly opened her eyes. Then she slowly turned her head to see that they were already high above the clouds. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open.

“It’s....,” she began but was cut off by the sheer beauty of the sky surrounding them.

“I know,” Laena whispered.

(y/n) could never have imagined seeing Driftmark from so high above. She could see everything.

Vhagar flew straight for a while longer. Laena told (y/n) she wouldn’t command any tricks or fancy moves until she adjusted to flying. (y/n) thanked her girlfriend by placing a tender kiss on the side of Laena’s neck.

Then, when (y/n) finally felt brave enough, Laena commanded Vhagar to go faster.

Vhagar was old and large but she was still quite speedy. She flew faster and faster. Butterflies filled (y/n)’s stomach and chest. But she wasn’t scared. (y/n) smiled.

“This is...like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” she confessed.

Laena let out a laugh. “Is it safe to say you like riding on a dragon?”

“Yes,” (y/n) shouted as Vhagar had dipped down close to the water’s edge and the sounds of the ocean drowned out her voice.

After riding around all of Driftmark, Laena directed Vhagar back to her resting place in the clearing near the castle. Laena hopped down the dragon and helped (y/n) climb down.

(y/n) tried to stand on her own but her legs buckled underneath her. Thankfully Laena reached out to steady her just in time. Both women laughed as they walked back to the beach.

Once there Laena suggested they watch the sun set together. (y/n) agreed, as it was their favorite thing to do while at Driftmark.

So the pair sat in the warm sand, with (y/n)’s arms around Laena, and they watched the sun slowly set.

Laena turned to (y/n). “So, do you want to join me on dragonback when we all go to King’s Landing tomorrow?”

(y/n) burst out laughing. Laena swatted at (y/n)’s arm. “What is so funny,” she demanded to know.

(y/n) collected herself. Then she tucked some of Laena’s curls behind her ear.

“My love, I don’t think I could handle another ride on Vhagar. I am sore in places I have never been sore before.”

Laena frowned. “So you didn’t like it?”

(y/n) shook her head. “No, I loved being up there with you. I loved seeing you so comfortable and free. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so at peace before.”

“I’m at peace whenever I’m with you,” Laena said before leaning in for a kiss.

(y/n) welcomed her lover’s lips against her own. She cupped Laena’s face with her free hand and tightened her grip on Laena’s waist with the other.

Then Laena climbed into (y/n)’s lap and straddled her just as easily as she had hopped up on Vhagar’s saddle.

(y/n) settled her hands on Laena’s hips, pulling her closer to her.

Laena deepened the kiss. (y/n) lungs started to burn but she wouldn’t dare stop kissing Laena.

It wasn’t until they heard a voice call out to them that the girls pulled apart.

Laena searched for the voice calling to them. Then she found Laenor on some far away dunes.

“It’s time for dinner Laena,” he shouted.

“We’ll be there shortly,” Laena shouted back.

Laenor nodded before turning and going back the way he’d come.

(y/n) tried to catch her breath as she stared up at her girlfriend. Laena hovered over (y/n) and ran her thumb over (y/n)’s cheek.

“I want to keep kissing you.”

(y/n) smiled softly. “We can do that after dinner.” She gave Laena’s buttocks a small pat. “I’m starving.”

Laena returned (y/n)’s smile as she shook her head. “Then let’s go before Joffrey finishes your favorite meat pie.”

Laena got off (y/n) and helped (y/n) stand up. They laced their fingers together and walked hand in hand all the way back to the castle.

Just before they walked inside Laena stopped and turned to (y/n).

“Will you never go on dragonback with me again?” She asked, nerves settling about her temples.

(y/n) let out a breath. “I would not say never. I just don’t think I can handle being in the saddle for more than a few minutes.”

Laena nodded. “Okay...” Then she put her hands on (y/n)’s hips and pulled her close. “We will just have to practice riding until you are an expert.”

(y/n) furrowed her brows. “How will we do that?”

Laena placed a quick kiss on (y/n)’s lips then whispered into her ear. “I can think of a few ways to strengthen your thighs,” she said with a devilish smirk on her face.

(y/n) felt her face grow hot, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. She met Laena’s gaze. “Laena,” she chided.

Laena laughed and opened the castle doors. She walked inside, leaving (y/n) at the threshold in shock. “You will have plenty of practice riding me before you’ll hop in Vhagar’s saddle again. I promise!”

(y/n)’s face burned. She chased after her girlfriend. “Laena! Your father, or worse your mother, could hear you.”

Laena continued to laugh and (y/n) continued to scold her, their hands laced together and their hearts dancing as one.

#laena velaryon #laena x reader #laena velaryon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon reader insert

[rileytwenty]

IDIA || an Avatar story (x Neteyam)

Chapter 9

Masterlist

(English Na'vi)

Jake was so pissed that he assigned us both chore lists so long they would last until we were elders.

Thankfully, he had some mercy and mine were all seated tasks; I was supposed to take it easy on my leg for the first three days of recovery.

Tsireya taught me to weave with the tropical plants, and I picked it up rather quickly. I'd always been good with patterns.

Lo'ak taught me to prepare fish and octopus when Tsireya was busy, but he only did so because she asked him to.

Kiri opted to teach me methods of healing, since I was going to need to care for my own wound anyways. I knew which plants were good for medicinal purposes, but she taught me which ones can go together to form pastes and ointments to heal specific injuries. I knew Mo'at would be rather pissed if she knew Kiri was sharing the clan secrets with me.

Through various, mostly uncooperative teachers, I picked up quite a few skills. Enough to make me useful while I stayed off my leg, at least. The day passed in no time with my mind so preoccupied.

Neteyam made his way back to the marui after a long day of physically demanding chores, or so I assumed based on how his shoulders drooped in exhaustion and he kept rubbing at his lower back.

Neytiri had him help pass out the food. He brought a bowl over to where I was sitting with my legs dangling above the water. I took the food from him with a thankful smile, but as he pulled away I noticed his hands were bleeding.

"Neteyam, what happened to-"

"It's nothing, leave it alone."

I hesitated, staring at his injuries, but concluded that I had caused him enough grief and it was better to abide by his wishes.

We ate dinner peacefully, with Kiri and Lo'ak telling stories about their day's adventures. Neteyam sat silently, his mind clearly somewhere far away.

Once dinner was done, eclipse was starting and we settled down with a fire going. Neytiri cuddled into Jake and Lo'ak fell asleep with his head on Kiri's stomach. Tuk came and nuzzled into Neteyam's side, and he let her, wrapping his arm around her little shoulders. I laid down on my own despite the chill, not wanting to insert myself where I was not wanted.

The silent darkness stretched on and I could not have been farther from sleep. It bothered me to know Neteyam had an injury and was not treating it. All he needed to do was apply the same paste I had been given for my sting and it would seal up nicely in a day or so.

It shouldn't be bothering me. He was fifteen, two years away from reaching maturity. He could surely make his own decisions regarding his health.

I approached where he laid with Tuk. He was sleeping soundly now, his breathing even and his expression peaceful-- happy, almost. The usual worry lines that sat above the space between his eyes were gone, and his constant scowl had relaxed itself away.

The red of his hands caught my attention. The bleeding had not stopped, and there was pink around the edges of the lacerations. Signs of infection.

"Neteyam," I whispered to him, gently shaking his shoulder. It was hard to rouse him without disturbing Tuk, but I accomplished it after a minute or two.

"Idia? What's wrong? What's happening?" His eyes scanned the marui, searching for a threat.

"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to look at your hands," I explained quietly.

He let his head fall back to the floor with a huff. "I told you it was nothing. Why are you bothering my sleep? I am tired today."

A flash of regret and guilt crossed my thoughts. Though, I had already woken him.

"Then let me treat the wounds quickly so you can get back to sleep sooner."

"Idia, let it go." He growled, snuggling further into Tuk and preparing to continue sleeping.

I grabbed his upper arm and slid him away from Tuk. It took more effort than I was expecting to haul him sideways, but I committed to the task and struggled through it.

I gestured for him to come towards the storage container holding my medicine. "Come on, I will be fast about it."

He grumbled in irritation but followed me. I had a feeling the cuts were bothering him more than he was letting on.

He sat crisscross, and I kneeled in front of him as I retrieved the bowl of paste from the wooden storage box. He held his hands out in front of him for me, but refused to look at me. I realized how embarrassed he must be needing help from me of all people.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," I commented as I began to apply the paste. This drew his eyes to my face, but I remained focused on applying the medicine correctly.

"We all need help sometimes. I know you would prefer it not to be from me, but hey-- at least my opinion of you isn't as important as your family's. They never have to know that the perfect warrior son actually required help for once,” I laughed, trying to comfort him.

Quicky, I had finished with the paste and it had soaked in well. It contained numbing agents, so hopefully it was hurting less already. I could feel that he was still staring at me.

"Do you really feel that way?" He asked incredulously. Our eyes finally met as I looked up at him.

"What way?"

"Like I wouldn't want your help? Like I think your opinion doesn't matter as much?"

I scoffed and gave him a 'you're kidding, right?' look.

His expression didn't falter from concern.

"I think you've all made it very clear that I am not welcome as one of you. I'm only here because the RDA is looking for me and we need to protect the clan, not because any of you want me here."

"I don't want you to feel that way." He admitted seriously, not breaking his gaze. It made my heart warm, just for a milisecond, and then ithe feeling soured.

"You wouldn't say that if your mother could hear you." I pursed my lips and stood up, returning to where I had been trying to sleep.

He sat there for a moment, watching me, before returning to Tuk.

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[gurp-gork]

I need a career change, someone needs to claim me as their personal fucktoy.

(Had to add a cut, this came out a bit longer then I meant it to, but I got really into it 😅)

I can just imagine someone finding me at my current job, thinking I'm cute and being smitten with how polite I try to be, so they offer me a job as their personal assistant. It includes various office labor, taking phone calls, making appointments, following them around (like a lost puppy) to be there for their various business needs, the classic assistant: polite, helpful, submissive and willing to serve.

Of course I'd be professional, while they do seem to compliment me a lot, and i suspect there's something more than just professionalism to their lingering gazes, and every time I think of them I get so flush in the face because my mind cant help but wander to thoughts of them taking me home to work on a "personal project" and just absolutely ravaging me... but I have to stay professional! It'd be so unfair to them if their assistant started hitting on them! They don't deserve an uncomfortable workplace!

That's how I feel for a month or two, until they ask me to come in on a Saturday, just me and them, catching up on some work in their office, they'll even order a pizza to split! How sweet of them! How could I say no? They've been the world's best boss so far, it's the least I could do for them!

So there we are, sitting side by side, each doing our own tedious work, when they kindly ask me to go grab us more printer paper, just like I've done dozens of times working for them, expect this time, we dont even need printer paper right now, but what they absolutely, desperately need right this second is me.

They silently follow me, stepping while I step to be sure not to alert me, and while I'm reaching up, trying to get the paper, that's when they pounce. They pin me against the shelf, twisting my arms behind my back and slapping them in cuffs, by the time I even think to struggle they've already got me firmly pinned, unable to use my arms at all or get out from between them and the shelves.

They start by kissing and nipping at my neck, whispering softly about how they've been wanting to do this for so long now, how they've been wanting to pull me into an empty office or supply closest and absolutely take out all their pent up urges on me.

I want them to talk about how I "teased" them by bending over while working, how "sluttily" I used my smile to light up their office, how "desperate" I was to do whatever they say, how it's really my fault, I really should have been more careful, or at least should have expected this.

I want them to make me apologize for being such a tease for so long, to flip me around, still just marking my neck as much as possible, to make me look them in the eye as I squeak out a flustered apology, to make me beg them to forgive me for making them so pent up, to throw me down on my knees while talking about how they know just how I can make it up to them.

Them dragging me out of the supply closet by my hair, making me crawl on my knees to their desk, where they take a seat, drop their pants, and just shove my face as roughly into their crotch as they can, desperate to get me to put my mouth to work, to finally use that pretty little mouth that they daydream about serving them in the way they really need. To absolutely face fuck me while I do my best to work my tongue and make them cum, I just want to make them feel good, it's the least I can do, they're SUCH a great boss after all, I have to do my best to match that as their personal fucktoy assistant!

I want them to fuck my face for hours, cumming over and over in my mouth, talking about how I really am making up for all the work I missed by being a little tease and not dropping to my knees for them sooner.

And finally, once they grow tired of roughly gripping my hair and using my mouth, they'll pull me up into their big cushioned office chair with them, undoing the cuffs and holding me while they stroke my hair and talk about how good of a job I did, and how they're so proud of my work today, and how they're gonna take their "new pet" home tonight and REALLY see how devoted of a fucktoy assistant I am~

While I start to drift asleep in their arms they also mention something about how if I keep this up, I may get promoted to "office pet fucktoy free use slut assistant" by my next performance review, and they assured me that position comes with a LOT of perks~

#my post

[virusinfected-memes]

TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 3 ;

50 starters. CW: alcohol, cussing, sexual themes. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PARTS: 1 - 2]

"Guess who’s terrible at processing emotions? This guy!”

“If I have to gain any more character development in 2022, I think it will be the start of my villain origin story.”

“Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry?”

“What happened to us? We used to be best friends.”

“I’m so tired of shonen. Please release yourself from the shackles of shonen anime.”

“Honestly? We’re about to get colonized by aliens, so what can we do? Count your days. Count your fucking days, human beings, ‘cause as soon as the aliens drop, I’m gonna be an alien’s whore. I have no loyalty to the human race.”

“I wish that I never met you. Everything else is horrible by comparison.”

“I know my girlfriend is a witch.”

“It’s gross stuff, but it tastes good when you put it all together.”

“Is it me? Am I the drama?”

“Dear God, why is it so thick?”

“ ‘Spuddle’ is a seventeenth century word that means to feel extremely busy while achieving absolutely nothing.”

“This relationship isn’t healthy... I think we need to go on a steady diet.”

“Like, I’ve never wanted to be thrown across a room before, but... I feel things right now that I’ve never felt before.”

“Beans on toast does not look attractive. You know what? Let’s look up some beans on toast.”

“I have alcohol. I don’t have feelings.”

“Y’all wanna be edgy so bad.”

“All my life, I had to fight with no ass.”

“The Lord knows our hearts, okay? If the Lord didn’t want me to play, he shouldn’t have made me foolish. The Lord knew what they were doing when they made me. Shit! How the Lord gonna make me a fool and then don’t want me to play around? Like, make it make sense. It don’t.”

“This is great. Just the three of us. You, me, and this brick wall you built.”

“Are you falling in love? I have a feeling you are.”

“I know something you don’t. I know something you will never know.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve talked, but I missed you, you idiot.”

“The eyeliner might be poppin’, but the mental health be droppin’.”

“Anything that happens to you past midnight is between you and your god.”

“You know it’s not the same as it was.”

“Do you think you’re better off alone?”

“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places.”

“Dream when you’re feelin’ blue.”

“I don’t make my Sims woohoo. They be fuckin’.”

“I was gonna say something, but I said I was gonna be nice today.”

“Why don’t we go somewhere only we know?”

“When I was thirteen, me and my best friend had imaginary anime boyfriends.”

“I miss how Halloween used to be.”

“He’s my best friend, he’s my pal, he’s my homeboy, my rotten soldier. He’s my sweet cheese. My good time boy.”

“_____, wake up! I don’t like this!”

“If you wanna stop me, you’re gonna have to fuckin’ kill me!”

“Okay, but that’s not the point.”

“Open up the door. I only wanna play a little more.”

“Don’t you ever be wasting your good energy.”

“What’s it like being ugly and sad?”

“And nothing can go wrong... OH, NOO! IT ALL WENT WRONG!”

“My money don’t jingle, jingle. It folds.”

“Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna think anymore.”

“Is your middle name cheddar cheese? ‘Cause you’re looking extra sharp today.”

“The CDC just called and they told me your smile is super contagious.”

“That’s suspicious... That’s weird.”

“I do not have time for this! I don’t have time for you!”

“Who the hell’s still an Elvis stan in the year of 2022? Go to therapy. Get help.”

“That’s so cute! Are you shitting me? Capitalism really popped off today.”

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