#don’t worry about it lmao he’s still in the basement

[darkxsoulzyx]

This took so long [head in hands]

Anyways this is just a personal reference/practice for me lmaoooo buuuut here’s the whole goofy squad (besides any minor characters I may have missed???)

Edit: for some reason the quality keeps dropping so here’s some close up screenshots 👍👍

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock animatronics #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock roxy #fnaf glamrock monty #fnaf vanny #fnaf djmm #where’s grandpa??? ehhhhhh he’s not thaaat important #don’t worry about it lmao he’s still in the basement #if he even saw the light of day #hee evaporate like a fucking vampire #become dust in 3 seconds #death speed run #if the light didn’t get to him I would’ve

[milesmolasses]

I'm gonna kill you

miles morales x reader

if you don’t know what “throwing franks” means it basically means telling someone to “suck my dick” lmao

which reminds me the setting is nyc (bk)

is this what ppl call crack? idk man

"miles I'm not playin with you right now, put my water bottle down I'm thirsty!"

miles walked around the dingy restaurant, my bottle in his hand, which was waved high in the air. "you gon have to come and get it than miss smart mouth! you keep playin with me like I can't beat you up," he joked.

miles has been my best friend ever since the middle of third grade when he switched his elementary school. i remember when he was this tiny, shy kid who sat at the back of the school basement for lunchtime since our school never had a formal lunchroom. all i wanted was to make a new friend, so i walked up to the shy new boy and ate my lunch with him. we would walk home together, play at the park together, and have cute lil playdates scheduled by our mothers; ah, yes, those were the times; up until now.

"bro, my bad, just give me my water bottle my mouth is on fire, no funny shit," i had my tongue out, breathing heavily. my mom owns this restaurant, where she cooks (insert culture) dishes for the world of Brooklyn to enjoy. this space doubled as our hang-out spot, considering i would stop by every day after school for free food. my mom had served me (insert dish) with extra spice; "try something new," they said. "it'll be delicious," they said. while yes, the food was good, the new added spices had me steaming at the ears, tongue out, huffing and puffing like a damn dog.

now you may be wondering, "who the hell told you to do this?" miles. it was always miles. he knows I don't usually stray from the usual dishes that i get every time we come here, but somehow he convinced me that trying something new would be good for me. so, i let him order on my behalf; this dude ordered me (insert cultural food)… with 3x the amount of hot sauce I usually get. leading us to now...

"'my bad' is not an apology, bozo, i need to hear you say what i want you to say," he said with the biggest smile on his face. all i did was throw a frank at him, and he chose to torment me, saying, "i was disrespectful." he wants a sorry? imma give him a damn sorry.

"ok ok I'm sorry, miles please just give me the bottle," this time, my eyebrows were furrowed and i made sure to put my acting skills to the test. miles gave me a worried look, scared that he actually went too far this time in his games. he gave me back the water bottle and came closer to me, examining my face to see if i was ok.

"yo, you good? I'm sorry i didn't know it was that deep. here you go drink this," he looked so sorry. he looked like he really regretted what he did to me, it almost made me feel bad for what i was about to say to him.

almost...

"yeah, it was that deep... deep in ya momma!" i watched as miles face slowly converted from looking worried to "what did this bitch just say to me?" i started to run out of the store as fast as i could, chugging the water down my throat with my mouth still on fire. miles was definitely faster than me, so i decided to hide somewhere, anywhere.

i turned the corner, body jerking forward so fast i almost fell face first into the concrete. i caught myself on my hands just in time as i kept my momentum and ran down the block. i looked behind me and he was literally right there in arms reach of me literally, reaching his arm out to grab me. i grabbed the door handle of an unknown store and stumbled into it.

there i could see several women and young girls look up from what ever they were doing to look at me. just as they were looking at me, miles ran in the store and came to an abrupt stop. great now even more people were staring; it was then i realized all the assortments of nail polish laid out neatly on different shelves. oh my god it was a nail salon. miles looked down at me with eyes wide open and a look on his face that screamed "oh hell nah." a lady from the front desk with a slim figure and a headwrap, came up to us and pulled us to the side.

"I'm sorry, you cant just run into this store and be rowdy. we have customers to attend to and they don't need disturbances." i looked up at miles to see him already responding to the lady with prayer hands, "I an so sorry about my friend here please forgive them, sometimes they're a bit hard to control. i think we'll be leaving now, once again, so sorry," he responded whilst dragging me by the shirt to leave the salon. once we were on the side walk again, i busted out laughing so hard, i had to hunch over and close my eyes to keep tears from falling out.

miles gave me the biggest side eye known to man as i laughed in the middle of the street, looking around for people possibly staring at us.

"i swear to god I'm gonna kill you when i get to your house."

this was fun to write lmao

I was really just writing anything that came to mind

I did this once after 7th grade in the summer with some friends so that’s what I based this on

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #milesmolasses #itsv

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my heart is.

Chapter 4: Family Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 2000+ A/N: WHERE ALREADY AT CHAPTER FOURRR AAA this concludes the life they had while they were human, but we'll still have a few flashbacks to see cuz plot. also thank you for over 1,000+ of likes and reblogs that means so much to me that you enjoy my works. i think y'all really liked the devout one lol, i'll just say now that i have plans to make it about lucifer so if you're into that please expect more and hit follow, really helps when peeps comment on stuff <33 much love, enjoy!

there were so many errors bro LMAO also I added a few paragraphs to this, so pls enjoy my scuff (edited as of Feb 20)

“I’m home~,” my husband’s voice calls out from the doorway.

Wiping my hands on my apron, I greeted him coming from the kitchen, “Al! Welcome back. How was your day?”

“Same as always. It’s gotten quite dusty out, I wouldn’t recommend you and the lil’ munchkin to go out for a while. I’ll take a shower first,” he responded dusting himself off briefly by the door before removing his shoes and coat. Heading towards the bathroom past me, but not before giving me smooch on the cheek and a gentle rub on my swollen belly.

Yes. Miledy got pregnant with Alastor’s child. He slowly warmed up to the idea when he saw her babysitting the neighbor’s toddler and when they both visited an orphanage, albeit to Al’s hesitance, where he saw her dote on the children, as she was also a kid that grew up in an orphanage feeling great empathy towards them. If Alastor didn’t stop her, she would have adopted all of them. At the end of the day, he concluded that you would be the best mom possible out there and gave her wish. Making him very sentimental and missing his late mother, which she often comforted him about.

I sighed happily and rubbed my stomach. I stared at the cradle with much longing, I couldn't wait to see our baby. Above the cradle was a mobile, it was a string of ornaments that were meant to be a toy for them, it was decorated with shells, dolphins, rabbits and a deer—as requested by Al.

I picked up a music box that had our favorite music. Alastor had this requested as a gift for your child, I was surprised when he presented it to me. I didn't think he'd be attached to them as much as I was, but I guess he adores them in his own way. Making a family does make it seem more real.

It makes me think back all those lives we've taken just to protect our family. I wonder if those people had family too? Did they look for them?

I was pulled from my thoughts when Alastor stood beside me, gazing at the cradle as I was.

“And how have the two of you been, my love,” Alastor asked, his hair still wet and changed clothes.

The both of us walked towards the couch, him making me sit on his lap as always after work, where he would rub my stomach and lower back, and even sometimes my chest whenever they get too heavy.

“Been kicking and moving around so much lately. I’m so sore all over,” I moaned as I leaned my back on his chest, letting him massage my lower back.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give them a good talking to,” he joked poking around my stomach.

Giggling and squirming in his hold I cried, feeling fluttery inside when the baby kicked in response, “Al, that tickles! Haha!”

“What?~ I’m just disciplining our child,” he explains himself in a light tone.

“You’re such a loser,” I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, “I’m anything but a loser. Have you seen my wife? The most sought out singer in all of Louisiana? You must have heard of her surely.”

“I have indeed,” I giggled, “but I heard she unfortunately got knocked up by some random radio broadcast guy that does his shows in a basement.”

Alastor gasps dramatically clutching his hand over his chest and exclaims, “You did not! One, I own a studio in the city where I do my shows, thank you very much. Two, how dare you say unfortunately, I’m the most highly paid broadcaster. Any person would drop on their knees to even get to be in the same room as me.”

I chuckled at his haughtiness and conceded lying on his chest once more, “You’re right, you’re right, your royal highness.”

He lets out a hum similar to a purr contently embracing us.

(3 years later)

“Abigail!”

A little squeal sounded down the halls along with little pitter patters of her tiny feet as she tried to get away from me.

“Come here, Sunshine. You need to get changed. Don’t you wanna go and see Dad?” I asked her walking to her slowly.

She excitedly jumps from behind the couch and yells, “Dad! Dad! I wan’ta see Dad!”

“Alright, alright. Come’re,” I called her to come closer to put on her little yellow sundress. I took my bag that had all our necessities while Abby tried to put on her shoes that she immediately showed off when she did it all by herself.

“Well done, Abby! Dad will be happy that you can put on your shoes by yourself now. Do you want to tell him yourself?” I asked putting on her hat.

“Mhm! I’ll tell him myself!” she answered cheerfully holding my hand after I shut the door and locked it.

“Alright then. You ready?” I asked her again with a doting smile.

“Yes! Let’s go meet up with Dad!” she replied excitedly trying to drag me with her.

After we arrived at his studio, we went to his office and waited for him to finish with his morning show so we could take Abby to the park and eat at a restaurant for lunch after. She was on the floor playing with her toy doll and stuffed bunny, playing pretend by herself.

“Hello there, darlings,” Alastor greeted with a smile. Arms already open for his daughter to dive in.

“Dad!” She yelled excitedly jumping into his arms, “Are you done with work?”

“Yup. You excited to go to the park today?” he asked booping her nose playfully.

She laughed delightedly making both Al and I’s hearts to melt.

“Yeah! I wanna go now please!” she requested politely hugging her father’s neck.

“Okay, Sunshine,” he replied petting her back.

Hand in hand, the three of us spent the day together happily on our family outing. Of course, it couldn’t be helped that we would be stopped a few times, but we immediately excused ourselves from them to enjoy as much time as we could while we were together, not letting all the disturbances get in the way for our plans today.

Reaching home with a tired Abigail in my arms. Alastor carried all our bags and toys that we bought for our daughter along with a balloon with a smiley face on it tied around his wrist. As he was opening the door for us, he stopped suddenly, making me look up to him alert.

I clutched Abby closer getting ready to run. Alastor fully opened the door and dodged a swing from a brass knuckle to his head.

“Run!” he yelled as he fended off the intruder from getting to us. Abigail waking up from the shout of his father, she trembled in fear as she saw him fight another man.

“Mom? What going on?” she asked, confused and afraid grip tightening around me.

“Shh, I’m sorry but mom’s gonna ask you to stay quiet, okay? Just-just close your eyes, honey.” I requested seriously making her tuck her head in my neck.

I ran as fast I could, reaching our other house that was used for emergencies. We entered together and pushed her inside a bunker in the bedroom.

“Baby, you need to listen to me. I need you to be quiet for me, okay? No matter what, don’t open this door if it isn’t me or Dad, got it?” I ordered her with a serious face making her nod despite being afraid out of her skin. I swiped the tears under her eyes and gave a kiss on her forehead saying, “I love you so much, Abby.”

I left her after locking the door and pushed the vanity on top of the door. Holding my gun close to me and creeping my way out the bedroom to check for any of followers, as I was rounding a corner someone tugged at my hair making me throw my head back.

I whacked him with my gun up on his chin making him back up from me, taking this opportunity to shoot him in the chest twice. I aimed my gun to the window when I saw a sliver of light catch the corner of my eye, shooting when he jumps in through the window stopping him from letting him move further in.

I turned my gun to the door when I heard it open, only to feel relieved when I saw the familiar tuft of brown hair styled in a certain way that I could immediately recognize. I run towards him for an embrace that he returned.

“Where’s Abby?” he asked looking around the room.

“She’s in the bunker. Did anyone follow you?” I asked placing my hands back to my sides.

“None. I had 4 people outside, you?” he said rushing into the room making sure Abby’s safe.

“Just 2,” I sighed rubbing my face frustratedly. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been Alex’s men. They’re getting pretty fucking desperate if they’re attacking from our house,” I snarled.

“It’s fine, darling. That’s why we prepared this to make sure Abby stays safe,” he said assuring me, and giving me a quick peck on the head. Then helping him push the vanity off the door and took our daughter out.

“Let’s stay in the cabin for a while, we aren’t safe here,” Alastor suggested which I agreed to.

Morning come; Abby woke up confused, she then realized she was in her father’s cabin seeing his prized hunting gun on wall. Her eyes scanned the room for her parents and found none of them there, so she slowly opened the door and was greeted by the smell of cooked meat. She found her father in the kitchen cleaning while you were knitting on the sofa. Hearing the door creak, both the adults turned their heads to their daughter’s little round head.

“Good morning, Sunshine~,” Alastor greeted waving his spatula.

I got off the sofa, leaving my knitting materials and scooped her up into my arms, “Hello, bunny. Did you have a good sleep? It’s already 10pm.”

“Mhmm, but I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad where fighting some bad guys and I was so scared that you got hurt,” she mumbled making my face ridden with guilt.

I never wanted my baby to experience this, I never knew that Alex’s obsession would ever get this deep.

To briefly explain what happened over the years, I sang in a private bar where some very important people were having a meeting. Unfortunately for me, one of people there was interested in me. So, I explained to him that I had a husband, but he refused to leave me alone until Alastor came with the owner of the establishment to diffuse the situation. However, it didn’t stop there, he insistently showered me with gifts and letters that I had to refuse each time. I confronted him saying that I would never be with him as long as I lived, so in retaliation his obsession turned sinister, believing that if he couldn't have me then I was better off dead.

Alastor, fueled with irritation, confronted him almost successfully killing him in the process if it weren’t for Alex’s group to look for him and warded Al off. And to this day he’s eager to hurt our family.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I replied eyebrows furrowed kissing her head, “it’s just a bad dream don’t be scared.”

“Exactly, nothing to be worried about. Why don’t you have some breakfast first? Breakfast is indeed the most important meal of the day, Sunshine,” Alastor spoke up after setting the plates, taking Abby into his arms, and placing her on her chair.

At the end of the day, when Abby passes out from exhaustion from playing in the meadow all day. Alastor takes his gun off the wall making me stand up in worry.

“Where are you going?” I asked, holding his arm.

“To finish this once and for all. I don’t want Abby to be in danger anymore. Most of all, I don’t want you to live in fear that we’re going to lose Abby, neither do I,” he reason placing his hand on your cheek.

“Just please... please be careful, Al,” I pleaded him covering his hand over mine.

He gave me a smug smile and replied, “I’ve never lost before, darling. I’ll be back before sunrise. I promise.”

I nodded as he gave me a kiss, as much as I was worried about him, I knew Al could take care of himself.

“Stay safe,” I said staying by the door frame while he waves goodbye, painfully unaware how devasted I would be when he never returned the following day.

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x oc #hazbin fotel fanfic #hazbin husk #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor

[lxstfathier]

Don’t want to burn you out of fnaf stuff, but fnaf is my special interest so…. 😓

*cough cough* domestic life with William? Like as his spouse? Gn or afab, and can be spicy 🌶️

Don’t worry anon, i understand you, fnaf has also been a special interest for me since i was 12 lmao 💀

But ok, here are some headcanons for you, hope you like it! 💗

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, blood, slight breeding kink, sex mentions.

♡ I really believe that he’s into that “traditional” marriage roles. He works and provides, and you just stay at home looking pretty and doing domestic chores.

♡ He buys you a big house with a beautiful garden, the one you choose, he doesn’t care about the price he just wants to see you happy.

♡ You always have diner ready for when he comes back home, sometimes even with some freshly baked cookies for dessert.

♡ He won’t hesitate to spoil you. Anything you want will be yours, that’s why you married him, right? to live a nice life in which you can have every single thing that you dreamed of.

♡ William is family man, he has always wanted a lot of kids. But that’s up to you. He will wait until you’re ready to be a mother, and in the moment he hears you tell him those affirmative words, he’s gonna breed you real good.

♡ Every Sunday he takes you out on little dates to nice restaurants, or a cute picnic. And he might even surprise you with some flowers.

♡ When he’s working at home, sometimes you go down to the basement to bring him some of his favorite snacks, and he shows you the animatronics that he’s working on. And he gets so into it that you don’t understand when he explains complex robotics, but you’re just happy to hear and see his creations.

♡ Every time he’s stressed, you know what to do. Just put your hair in a ponytail, get on your knees and let him use that pretty little mouth of yours.

♡ He likes calling you “my beautiful wife” “little bunny” “sweetheart” or any other cute nickname.

♡ You try to convince him to quit that smoking habit, but he just doesn’t listen, and each time you catch him doing it he feels really bad cuz he knows that you hate the smell.

♡ He loves seeing you wear pretty clothes. And he still can’t believe that he managed to get such a gorgeous girl as his wife.

♡ Super possessive. He hates to see other men staring at you, and he gets jealous really easily, it doesn’t matter if you had already told him a million times that you just have eyes for him.

♡ Every night, before falling asleep, you like tracing your fingers on the scars of his body. They make him seem more interesting, and kinda hot. And he enjoys feeling your touch on his skin.

♡ If he comes home with a blood stained shirt after a long day, you don’t ask questions, you just put that thing in the washing machine and then go on about your day. You’re already used to it…

#william afton smut #fnaf fanfic #william afton x reader #fnaf smut

[niki-phoria]

Heyo! I was wondering if you could make a gn reader chishiya fic based on the aib characters saying sorry. I really liked what you made the argument about and can totally see it happening so pretty please if you are taking requests could you do this.

doctor chishiya >>>

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: hurt comfort word count: 1.7k

warnings: ooc chishiya, blood, stitches, are stitches considered gore?, canon typical violence, canon divergent game (i have run out of games to write about), arguments, kuina threatens to punch chishiya (kuina best girl !!), reader is called beautiful (if that needs a warning ??) but boys are beautiful too, this kinda turned into a journal entry at the end lmao

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm glad you liked the post about them apologizing. i didn't want to leave this as angst so it has a happy ending and i changed a few things so that it wasn't exactly the same. i hope you like it :))

the post they're talking about -> chishiya, arisu, and kuina apologizing after an argument

requests open !! read my rules first

“y/n!” you can hear chishiya yelling at you as you rush to push the man out of the way, taking the blow for him instead. you hit the ground hard. your shoulder aches, both from the stinging cut and the impact. 

the man you saved is quick to scramble to his feet, kicking your attacker away from you before grabbing your arm and pulling you to safety. “thank you,” he pants. chishiya presses a hand against your back. blood seeps through your shirt. you nod at the man, trying to catch your own breath. 

the man rushes off in a different direction afterwards. you watch him leave, hiding further into the shadows to avoid detection. “shit,” chishiya curses. “this is deep. we need to get out of here. you need stitches.” 

you nod, forcing yourself to stand up. you reach back, replacing his hand with your own. “i’ll be fine. go win the game.” chishiya glances between you and the tagger before you gently push him away. “go!”

you’re not sure how long you stand in the shadows. the brick feels uncomfortable against your back as you hold your breath, waiting for the tagger to pass by the alley you’re hiding in. thankfully, they don’t notice you before your phone chimes, ending your torment with a simple “game clear. congratulations.”

the drive back to the beach feels awkward. chishiya keeps a close eye on your shoulder. you know he needs to keep pressure on it, but you can almost feel the irritation radiating off of him. 

he remains silent as you arrive at the beach, picking you up and carrying you into the basement. he sets you on the metal table, searching through various different cabinets for bandages, gauze, and supplies for stitches. the metal is cold against your skin. it feels nice against the warm blood still flowing from your wound. 

you don’t say anything about the slight tremble in chishiya’s hands as he presses the bandages against the cut. his stitches are quick and efficient - almost robotic in his movements. worry builds in your stomach. 

“we need to talk about this.” it sounds more like a question than a statement. like you’re asking if he’s ready to interact with you when he’s still so obviously angry, though you still aren’t sure exactly why. 

“after i finish this.” his words do little to console you. so, you simply nod, trying to relax your body as he continues tending to your wounds. 

“okay.” 

the air feels tense around you as you follow chishiya back to your shared room. he closes the door after you, silently leaning back against the wall. you awkwardly sit across from him on your bed, waiting for him to make the first move. chishiya crosses his arms over his chest, jaw clenched. you avoid eye contact, fidgeting with your hands. 

“that was stupid.” he finally says. 

“saving someone’s life is stupid to you?” 

“he was going to die anyways and you almost got yourself killed with him.” 

“i couldn’t just leave him there! he was begging for help!” 

“he could’ve gotten it from someone else!” his voice raises as yours does. chishiya sighs, running a hand through his hair. “what about these people makes them so worth saving?” 

“what about them makes them not worth saving? they’re people, chishiya, isn’t that enough of a reason?” 

“not when it puts you in danger! it was reckless!” 

“what else was i supposed to do?” 

“why can’t you admit you were wrong for once?” his words sting, but his demeanor is what makes you flinch. chishiya nearly glares at you from across the room. “have you ever considered that i know what’s best? you made a stupid decision, get over it!” you can see the immediate regret spread across his face. he almost shrinks back away from you. you bite your tongue, willing the tears building in your eyes not to fall. “y/n…” 

his words trail off when you stand up. “i need to be alone for a while. come find me when you’re ready to talk to me like an adult.” 

you furiously wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you rush out of the room. 

“y/n?” kuina furrows her eyebrows, opening the door to her room to let you inside. “what’s wrong?” 

you’re sure she can see the dried tears on your face. “i got in a fight with chishiya.” 

“oh, honey,” she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. you cling to her as she rubs a hand against your back. she pulls away after a few minutes, wiping another few stray tears you hadn’t realized had fallen. “do you want to talk about it?” 

“not really. i just… i got hurt helping someone and he yelled at me because it was reckless.” 

“are you okay?” 

you nod. “i’m fine. just a little sad, i guess.” 

kuina reaches over to grab your hand. it’s a welcome feeling of affection that breaks against the swirling thoughts in your head. “whatever happens, i’ll always be here for you, okay? you can tell me anything.” 

this time the tears that build in your eyes are ones of thankfulness. trust in the borderland is hard to come by, but when kuina squeezes your hand with a small smile and starts telling you about new gossip she heard around the beach, you know that you’ve found an ally. a friend. “thank you.” 

“kuina,” chishiya calls. he walks over to where she’s sitting, awkwardly stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets. “do you know where y/n is?” 

she briefly glances up at him, taking the wooden cigarette out of her mouth. “they’re on the roof.” 

“thanks.” 

“hey, chishiya,” she stands up from the beach chair, stepping closer. “if y/n ever shows up at my door crying because of you ever again, i’ll punch you.” 

he steps back a little, nodding. “it won’t happen again.” 

“good. now, go talk to them. they’ve been waiting for you.”

chishiya doesn’t wait any longer, quickly making his way back into the hotel to the roof. true to kuina’s word, you sit at the edge of the building, staring out at the coastline. the sun has just barely begun to set, casting a golden glow on everything. “y/n?” you turn to look at him over your shoulder, gesturing for him to sit beside you. chishiya obeys, dangling his legs over the edge of the building. you don’t move away when his knee brushes against yours.

you sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the sunset. finally, he speaks. “i’m sorry.” you glance over at him, waiting for him to continue. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you. i was scared because you got hurt and i blamed you because it happened while you were trying to help someone.” 

“i’m sorry too.” you pull your knees up to your chest, resting your hand in the space between you and chishiya. “i know it was reckless and i understand why you were upset.” 

chishiya hesitantly reaches over, taking your hand into his. you reciprocate by intertwining your fingers, storking your thumb against his skin. “none of what happened was your fault. i’m sorry i yelled at you. you didn’t deserve that.” 

“i forgive you.” you turn to face him, bringing your right hand up to cup his cheek. you move it behind his head to the nape of his neck, slowly pulling him in to press your lips against his. chishiya takes your cue to lean in, pressing another peck against your lips when you pull away. 

he smiles a little when you pull away, coaxing you to lean against his chest. the sun glistens against the water, hues of pink and purple painting the sky. chishiya tucks his chin over your head. 

“do you know why i helped him?” your voice is quiet when you speak again. it’s getting darker now. the temperature drops as the sun disappears further behind the coastline. 

“no.” chishiya murmurs. he wraps an arm around your waist, rubbing your side. 

“i know it’s hard for you to open up to people, and i’m grateful everyday that you let me in. but it’s hard to survive out here. you survive by shutting everyone out. you built your walls up so high that it takes years to scale them, and even then, you didn’t fully let your guard down for months.” you pause, taking a breath. “i survive out here by relying on my humanity. i have to believe that people are good, because if they aren’t, then nothing else matters. none of the good deeds or random acts of kindness or small moments that remind me that love is everywhere around us matter. i don’t want to live believing that. so, i help people. i put myself in danger for strangers because i rely on my humanity. if i lose my humanity, then i lose everything.” 

silence falls over you once again. chishiya pulls you even closer so you’re fully sitting in his lap, wrapping his arms around you. he leans over your shoulder as the sun fully disappears behind the horizon. the stars are just beginning to appear above you. “i think there’s good in humanity too.” he finally murmurs. “i let you in because i know you’re good. and you’ve done nothing but show me that i was right about you.” he leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder. “you’re strong,” another kiss - this time against your neck. “and loyal,“ his lips brush against the underside of your jawline. “and beautiful,” this time they’re against your cheek. “and good. you’re a good person. one i don’t deserve. i’m thankful for everyday you’re with me.” 

you take the initiative this time, pulling him into a sweet kiss. chishiya pulls you back in again. you sit on the roof together, kissing underneath the stars until your lungs are begging for air and the air chills your bones. you rest your forehead against his when you pull away, letting yourself drown in the overwhelming love you feel. “i’ll take you home,” chishiya whispers. “i promise.” 

#chishiya x reader #aib x reader #chishiya fluff #aib fluff #chishiya angst #aib angst #chishiya x male reader #aib x male reader #chishiya imagine #chishiya fic #chishiya scenario #chishiya one shot #chishiya drabble #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #aib x you #aib x y/n #aib scenario #aib imagine #aib one shot #aib fic #aib drabble #alice in borderland chishiya #alice in borderland x male reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #male reader #gn reader #fem reader

[josibunn]

Would love to see you expand on your ideas of euronymous and hellhammer being a lil gay for eachother (cuz the way their eyes are LOCKED in that one gif oml)

THANK U SM ANONNN I THINK ABOUT THEM SO OFTENN

what a fine mf he is bruh GODDAMN

They’re definitely like..the best friends who do gay shit normally. mostly hellhammer, I feel like øystein would feel iffy about it (spoiler alert someone’s a little bi-curious), like getting on jan axel (hellhammer) when he kisses his cheek playfully, or smacking/grabbing øysteins ass during practice or just anywhere. calling euro baby and gets a glare back, he only hates it so bad bc he’s fucking blushing lmao.

this has me really thinking like they’ve definitely had a late practice for some reason, maybe just discussing sets and gigs or going over a tough practice with one another, and yknow they have a few beers and they’re sitting in the den on the couch together, paperwork sprawled against both laps.

few beers in, jan is leaning back, tracing shapes on euros back as he tries to concentrate on the work, eyes feeling heavy the more the alc sets in. “maybe we can move this gig to…september? but i just know vargs gonna be so annoying bout it..” euronymous says, jumping when he feels him scoot closer, hand still rubbing his back.

“dude, fuck varg. he’s fuckin annoying about everything,” jan shrugs, looking over øysteins shoulder as he writes. “yeah but he funds this shit, so,” øystein mumbled, and he shivers, feeling eyes on him from his peripheral vision. he gulps hard as he continues writing, looking to the side when he feels lips on his neck.

it wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary since he did it a lot, but it still flustered him considering… “when’re you gonna stop being so fuckin gay? yer’ scaring the hoes,” he mumbled as the kisses trail up to his cheek, they’re slow and soft as he holds euros hip now.

“mm,” is all he says before turning øysteins head and capturing him in a kiss, holding his cheek as øysteins breath hitches and his brows furrow, his hand going to push jan’s arm away but only grabbing it, a reason he couldn’t quite grasp yet. his breath heavy, heart pounding as he kissed back, the hand on his arm balling up jan’s long sleeve.

“jan.” he whimpers, he warns, feeling jan’s hand trail up his clothed thigh, the papers long discarded onto the floor. “I know, n’know,” he whispers back in a nod, pushing euronymous deeper into the kiss, leaning him back onto the couch.

and even before this there’s like glances yknow. it’s euronymous’ shop, yah he’s gonna walk around shirtless, shit—he’s gonna walk around in underwear if he wants to. and ooh, those fuckin crop tops? started wearing them as a joke but god he knows his body looks good in it he started making more, and guess who can’t stop looking during practice?

and it’s even worse on øysteins end. like, he’s so in denial about it all. everyone looks at their friends muscles when they carry the drums for em. and of course, everyone fantasizes about running their hands through their bros hair, just dude stuff, he’d tell himself. everyone’s a little gay, like, who wouldn’t appreciate a good six pack? in private. of course.

of course! we all think about yknow, our buddy, PAL, plowing them against the wall of your basement with your hair wrapped around their fist. it happens to the best of us øystein don’t worry. we all think about gagging on your buddychumpalfriends cock as they fuck your throat in so bad it leaves you dizzy.

taglist now down here!!

tl: @vanlisbon @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @auggiethecreator @wonkinoo

sorry to all waiting requests, I saw this one and couldn’t resist. don’t think i’ve forgotten about you!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #jan axel #just the right amount of hellhammer #hellhammer #hellhammer lords of chaos #mlm smut #eurory prompt

[summercourtship]

Hi Kyra! this post will just be me commenting my favorite moments from this chapter ( it’s so funny bcs this IS my favorite chapter so far… to be fair, every chapter that you post becomes my new favorite chapter….) so don’t be surprised of how LONG this will be…

I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE FIRST SCENE!!!! how could you think of not putting it in??? it’s SO GOOD!!!! i loved edward getting conflicted about telling his fantasies to the mc, only to say it anyway bcs she basically said: “pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺🥺🥺” and after it he even strokes her hair??!!?! what a man….

I want to congratulate you on the build up and immersion that you created when Jonathan was guiding us to the basement! Holy fuck! that was INSANE!!!! i was genuinely scared while reading it, like i knew that he wasn’t going to actually hurt us BUT STILL!!!! and him (angrily) taking his glasses off when talking about Bruce (like i have this gut feeling that he still holds a resentment to him for dancing with us) was TOP TIER!!! and jesus fucking christ i don’t even need to say the smut part of it all so fucking good… the small gestures of yearning that he did (that could -it is- be him manipulating us BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK?) the “have you missed this?” YEAH I DID!!! and i KNOW he did too!! you can’t fool me!!! everything about was just perfect… goes to show that Jonathan Crane is intoxicating…. that jerk…

Bruce Wayne is the people’s princess, he IS the ultimate damsel in distress, EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET THAT MAN!!! but seriously, the scene where the reader is deciding that she is going to betray Bruce and he just smiles at her and she realizes that SHE CAN’T HURT HIM!!!!! IT MELTED MY HEART ❤️ him being worried and still being there for her…. BRUCE NATION WE WON SO HARD WITH THE PECK IN THE ROOFTOP AND WE ARE GOING TO A PARTY WITH MISTER WAYNEEEEEE!!!!!! WHAAAAAT??!!! him asking was so funny and cute too!!!! i absolutely LOVE their dynamic!!!

Thank you so much kyra!!! thanks for sharing your amazing story! i know how personal they are! i don’t think you get thanked enough!!! i love your art, i love the passion you have for it… so yeah thanks!!!

ahh! thank you so much! I love getting these asks, I love hearing everyone's thoughts and analysis of what I've written it really makes my work feel appreciated!

I was very nervous that the first smut scene would feel unnecessary or OOC but decided that it didn't matter! I also don't really think there's going to be anymore Edward smut (in this fic, at least) so I wanted to treat you all to some more since a lot more people liked their dynamic than I thought would when I was planning the fic! He's sweet now but he is also... volatile.

Thank you! I was so excited to write the basement scene with Jonathan and I'm glad you all are enjoying it! Jonathan definitely doesn't like Bruce, the extent of which will be revealed slowly. I also loved writing the contrast between Jonathan's downright tender moments and the gross filthy stuff. Both of which are, indeed, ways he's trying to regain his control over the reader.

Bruce and the reader's relationship is FINALLY moving somewhere lmao. I know y'all have been SOOO patient. It is so funny to me, though, that the reader is like to Batman "please please protect Bruce!! he's a lil baby, he can't protect himself!" because girl.... that IS BRUCE. he'll be fine. It also adds another layer to their conversation that is, to me, delicious. I really enjoy dramatic irony, can you tell?

#ask #anon #stbotdi

[tbyfandoms]

Double Life | Luke Hemmings x Reader

Pairing: gangmember!luke hemmings x f!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: when y/n comes home early, she has a run in with her longterm boyfriend that leaves her questioning everything and wondering who exactly it is she’s in a relationship with (requested)

Warnings: depictions of violence, swearing, angst

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: my first ever ‘gang themed’ fic and i’m a little nervous about it. i’ve never written something like this before, but for the most part i think it turned out ok! this is also one of my first ever requests, so hopefully the user who requested likes it! i’ve also been working on loads of other fics so if this one isn’t for you, don’t worry, others are coming! also, can we just talk about the fact how both of my luke fics are angsty? lmao I swear I'll write a fluff piece for this man soon. anyways, enjoy and lmk what you think :)

The moment you step into the house, you can tell something is off.

There’s this rumbling coming from the floor, it’s not extreme and only happens every few minutes so you know it’s not an earthquake, but it’s definitely suspicious. You feel like you can hear yelling as well, but it’s mumbled and sounds distant.

You’re not even supposed to be home right now. If it was like any other day, you’d still be at work until at least the late evening. There was an emergency, though, no one was hurt, but everyone got sent home early.

On your way home, you had called your boyfriend, Luke, but he didn’t pick up. You just figured he was with the band or working on something, but now you wish he had picked up because the yelling is getting louder and you’re pretty sure it’s coming from inside the house.

The smart thing to do would be to leave the house, call the police, and stay safe inside your car until they got here. Instead, you succumb to the urge of checking things out for yourself. Maybe Luke has the guys over and they’re just messing around like they always do.

You reflect back to when you pulled up to the house. There’s no other cars out there except yours. Maybe the guys got Ubers here? Jesus, you think, I’m grasping at straws at this point.

Inching your way to the back of the house, you strain your ears to try and make out the yelling. It sounds like there’s multiple voices, each one screaming over the other. Your heart rate picks up as the floor begins to shake again and the yelling becomes louder the closer your get to the basement door.

You never, ever go down there. When you and Luke bought the house it surprised you that there even was a basement. Majority of California homes didn’t have them, especially the ones in the hills.

It’s not like there’s anything down there, everything you need is either on the first floor or the second. The fact the space isn’t even finished is what prevented you from ever turning it into anything either. This first time you went down there was the last time. It was cold, dark, and gave you bad vibes in general, definitely not a place you’d willingly spend time.

Taking a peek around the corner, you notice the basement door is slightly ajar. The sight makes your heart rate skyrocket. There’s someone inside the house. It’s most certainly time to abort this mission and call the cops, now.

Taking several steps back to try and get out of here, you stop when a familiar voice makes it’s way to your ears. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A scoff follows the sentence and your nerves drastically settle when you realize who it belongs to.

Luke! Who in the world knows why he’d be in the basement, but thankfully it isn’t some burglars. You wonder what he’s doing down there…

Opening the door, you start to make your way down the steep steps. Holding onto the railing, you nearly fall down the stairs when the rumbling starts up again, and so does the yelling.

“You son of a bitch you better answer me right now! Or I’ll show you just how angry I can get!” You watch in horror as your boyfriend of three years throws a punch at some guy tied to a beam in the middle of your basement. The moment Luke’s hand connects with the guy’s face, it causes his head to fly back into the beam. Your blood runs cold as you realize that’s what the rumbling feeling in the floor was.

“Luke?” It comes out like a gasp and suddenly every head in the room snaps towards you. Luke’s shaking out his hand when he turns towards you. You’ve never seen him so angry, so violent. His features soften when he realizes it’s you.

“Y/N? W-What are you doing home? You’re supposed to be at work.” From your place at the bottom of the stairs you can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. You’ve caught him off guard, you’re not supposed to be seeing this, not supposed to know.

You feel like you’re gonna be sick.

“I got off work early, there was an emergency, I tried to call you,” you reply weakly. When you go to speak again, it comes out like a whisper. “What’s going on?”

Looking around, you take in the three other men in the room. Two of them who you recognize immediately, guards the boys have for the band, and the other is the guy tied to the beam. Your skin crawls when you get a good look at the apparent hostage. His face is beaten and bloody, the bodily fluid trickling down his face and onto his shirt, small pants coming from his mouth.

“It’s nothing to worry about, just go back upstairs and I’ll be with you in a minute.” Luke’s voice is clipped, it’s formal and affirmative. You’ve never heard him speak like that before, and what the hell is that supposed to mean? I’ll be with you in a minute? What is this, a business office?

“Nothing to worry about? How am I supposed to not worry when my boyfriend is beating the shit out of some guy in our house!?” You’re yelling at this point, fear and anger bubbling up your chest. How could he do this? “What is it you’re not telling me? You better start explaining yourself, Luke or I swear to God.”

The blonde rushes over to you, determination and concern mixed in his eyes. He reaches out to grab your hand, but the minute he touches you you shake him off, tears prickling in your eyes as you notice the cuts and bruises littering his knuckles.

“Y/N, I promise I’ll explain everything to you, I just need a minute.”

An exasperated laugh leaves your lips. “What, so you can finish him off?” You shake your head and look the Aussie right in the eyes as you say, “Who even are you?”

Rushing back up the stairs, you let the tears fall freely. Never in your life have you felt so confused, shocked, and angry. You think over every possible explanation as to what can be going on right now, but nothing justifies it, nothing excuses the violent actions the man you love has taken part in.

It's not long before Luke is barreling up the stairs after you. He wasted no time in telling the other men what to do with the, apparently useless, insider. He clearly wasn't gonna talk so there's no need to keep him holed up any longer, Luke would get what he needed another way. Right now all he wanted to do was talk to you, try to explain. He knows instantly it's not gonna go well, but he hopes to God he can somehow fix this, somehow not lose you. Please.

"Y/N, hold on, just wait a second." Luke meets up with you in the living room, you lightly pace back and forth, not caring about the tears dripping onto your shirt.

His voice halts your movements, you turn towards him, confusion and disbelief written all over your face. "Tell me everything, now." You have no patience anymore, you need answers and you need them now.

The blonde raises his hands in defense, but his act to try and calm you only heightens your anxiety as you get a really good look at his hands now. Dried blood you know doesn't belong to him runs down the creases in his palms, the bruising so much more evident now that you're in a lit area.

"I'll tell you everything, but I need you to trust me and trust that what I'm telling you is the truth, okay?" Luke looks at you with those big blues eyes and in that instant it's so hard not to trust him, so hard not to just break down in his arms and try to forget the nightmare you just walked in on, but you can't and you won't.

"Just start talking, please," you say, it almost sounds like you're begging at this point. You just can't wrap your mind around this, nor do you really want to, but you know you have to.

"I'm in a gang, Y/N." The Australian native drops his hands to his sides, looking at you with a soft but serious expression.

The laugh escapes your lips before you can even think about stopping it. "A gang? Really, Luke? You're kidding me, right?"

"I'm being serious, I told you you had to trust that what I'm telling you is the truth." You scoff and shake your head, this is ridiculous.

"You seriously expect me to believe that? You're in a band, Luke! One of the biggest ones out there, might I add. You couldn't possibly be in a gang, you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying! I'm telling you the truth, I swear. I'm in a gang and I have been for a long time. Before I even met you I was in it," Luke sighs, looking away from you before returning his gaze. "I've been in the gang as long as I've been in the band."

It takes a moment for it to click in your mind. If Luke's been in a gang as long as he's been in the band that means...

"Are the other guys in on this with you?" Luke nods curtly, his gaze hard at the realization everything's reached a fever pitch. This is happening and there's no turning back. "Oh my god."

Nearly doubling over, short gasps make their way between you lips. Your head spins at the fact not only has your boyfriend been keeping something so incredibly consequential a secret from you, but so have three of the most important people in your life.

"I'm sorry this is how you had to find out. I wanted to tell you when we got more serious as a couple, but I couldn't, for your own safety."

"For my own safety!? Luke, what the hell!? If anything you put me in more danger by not telling me!" You run your hands through your hair as you let out a frustrated groan. "How did you even get in a gang? You mean to tell me when you started this band, when you were fifteen years old, you also joined a gang?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you! I know it sounds insane, but it's the truth! I told you how we didn't have any money when we started, our families couldn't help with everything we needed, so we looked into alternatives to help us keep the band going."

"So instead of getting jobs at a grocery store you went and joined a gang!?" Your voice is rising as the minutes go by, the anger and betrayal being the only thing keeping you going at this point.

"It wasn't supposed to be forever, okay!? Ashton was older than us, he went to school with different people. Some of them reached out to him and gave him an offer for us we couldn't refuse. We needed that money, Y/N. It was just petty stuff we had to do, no big deal!"

"No big deal? I don't think you can call torturing someone in our home, no big deal, Luke!" Luke is getting frustrated now, he's trying to explain it to you in a way he'd think you'd understand. He knows it's a lot to take in, but it's who he is, this is part of him, and he wants you to grasp that fact.

"It wasn't like that in the beginning. I'm telling you the truth when I say it was just small stuff we had to do. They understood our situation and didn't force us to do anything insane."

"Okay, if they were so understanding, why didn't you guys leave when the band got big? I know for a fact once you guys took off you could afford to fend for yourselves. Why stay and object yourselves to stuff like that when you knew the risks, knew you had a fanbase full of teenage girls that could easily get wrapped up in something like that if the wrong person came after you!"

"It's not that simple! Once you get in, it's really hard to get back out. We knew that when we joined and we've been doing just fine with it ever since. Nothing has ever happened that would put someone involved with us in danger, but to make sure, only the people that need to know about the gang, know. I know you saw the two security guards, they're part of the gang too, they just present themselves as our band security but they're really there to ensure everything is safe and to handle anything we need if something happens."

"Luke, you're saying all of this as if it somehow makes it better! Nothing about being in a gang is safe and it shocks me you're so sure it is. I don't care how hard it is, you and the other guys shouldn't be involved!" You can see the anger building in Luke's eyes, as you're sure he can see it building in yours.

"You don't understand and it's obvious you never will! I get it, you're probably scared, but you shouldn't be! You're safer than you think-"

Cutting him off immediately with a sharp scoff you say, "I shouldn't be scared? Please, tell me how I shouldn't be scared of coming home to find my boyfriend beating on a man in our house!"

"I'm sorry you saw that, you weren't supposed to! I've never brought people like that to our house before now. Things just got out of hand and we had to move fast so I brought him here in order to be in control of the environment, it won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't happen again because you're leaving the gang!" Your voice echoes off the walls in the living room, your distress evident in every word.

Luke pulls at his curls, trying to keep his emotions in check, but it's getting increasingly difficult. You both are beginning to lose it. This is definitely not turning out how Luke had hoped.

"I'm not leaving the gang!"

"Why not!? Why are you so attached to this!? I know there has to be a way to get out of it, nothing is impossible! I don't understand why-"

"Because I'm the goddamn leader!" The blonde's voice practically rattles the walls around you, the admission sucking the air right out of your lungs.

"You're the leader of a gang?" You stare at your boyfriend with utter disbelief, tears prickling your eyes and your skin burning. "We've been together for over three years and I'm just now finding out that you're not just a member, but the leader of a fucking gang!?"

You're shaking your head, not wanting to believe any of this. Wanting so desperately to go back to being in ignorant bliss to everything that's just happened. "I'm sorry it took so long, but I told you why it had to be like this. I'm not leaving the gang and that's final. Over the years the original leader took notice in me and once it was his time to step down, I was his first choice as his replacement. I’ve been the leader for a while now and I have a responsibility, I have people and things to look after. This is important to me!"

The anger between you both seems to continuously deflate and swell. Each confession leaving room for a moment of dissipated anger, only for it to rise once more. Your eyes widen at Luke's comment, fury boiling under the surface of your skin in an instant.

"And am I no longer one of those important people!? What about me, Luke!? What about your family!? Those are the people you should be looking after! Not criminals who probably wouldn't hesitate to hurt you if it wasn't for your status!"

"Don't you dare try and flip this! I never said I didn't care about you or my family!" Luke takes several steps closer to you and you don't even think for a second about backing down. "I love you and I always have! It's not fair of you to try and diminish that!"

"Really, Luke!? Because it's pretty damn hard to tell right about now! I don't know what to believe anymore, it's like you're living some, some double life!" The tears are rolling rapidly down your face but they do nothing to cool your rising temper.

The blonde's eyes are filled with an emotion you've never witnessed from him before. His face is red and his lips are set in a straight line. You've never seen him like this, hoped you never would. He's such a different person right now, it makes you dizzy.

"That's the way it's supposed to be! How many fucking times-!" Luke raises his hand to try and annunciate his point, but the movement startles you, images of his hand raising to hit the man downstairs flashing in your mind.

You're frozen in your spot, blood running cold, nothing but fear running through your body. Luke stops talking, yelling, immediately. His eyes flash from his raised hand to your frightened expression. He notices the glossiness in your eyes, your rigid shoulders.

What's happening registers instantly in Luke's head. You thought he was going to hit you.

"Baby-," Luke croaks out, his voice weak. He continues, but it's at a whisper. "Did you, did you think I was going to hit you?"

Your silence is enough of an answer for the man before you. His eyes fill with tears, the anger and frustration leaving his body almost as quickly as it entered. "Y/N, I would never hurt you, I swear."

He reaches out towards you, wanting to embrace you and let you know just how much you mean to him, but you take a step back, turning your head away from his approaching hands.

"I-I need some time alone." It's barely a whisper, but Luke hears you and understands. His heart shatters at how he's made you feel, how he's handled this. "Please just let me be alone for a while."

Out of the corner of your eye you see Luke nod slightly. You waste no time in walking away from him, practically running up the stairs to your room.

When you walk in, you close the door and lock it. The action happens almost like an instinct and it causes your heart to break even more than it already was. How could it take less than an hour for your whole perspective to change on the man you love? How could it take less than an hour to become scared of the man you share this very room with...

Choked sobs erupt from your throat as you fling yourself onto your bed, burying your face in the pillows, wishing with everything you've got that you could start this whole day over and prevent any of this from even happening.

*****

It's been hours since your argument with Luke. The house is still, quiet. You heard his footsteps outside the bedroom door earlier, could practically hear the thoughts inside his head of if he should knock or not. He ended up walking away and it confused the hell out of you that you simultaneously were relieved and sad he had.

Your head and throat hurts, no doubt from all the crying and screaming earlier. Your eyes are puffy and you quickly gave up on trying to make yourself look presentable.

A little over an hour ago you called one of your best friends, you decided it was best to get away for a few days, try to clear your head and think all of this over. It's going to be hard just leaving like this, leaving Luke, but you don't know what else to do. You need to get away for a while, from all this, from Luke...

Taking your suitcase off the bed and putting it on the floor, you grab the last of your things and walk to the door. You take a deep breath before slowly unlocking and then opening it.

The hallway is empty, but now you can hear the light strumming of a guitar you couldn't hear before coming from downstairs. You can't help the small smile that graces your lips. You've always loved that sound, Luke playing random songs or ones he's working on. You feel a tiny squeeze on your heart as you go to make your way down the stairs.

You know the moment Luke notices you because suddenly the music stops and it's followed by shuffling as he gets up to make his way towards you. Using what little strength you have left, you look up and take him in. He's got a fresh set of clothes on, his hair is slightly damp, and you notice his hands are no longer caked in blood. He must've cleaned up in the guest room when you were holed up in your shared bedroom. You swallow the lump in your throat before it has a chance to grow.

"Hey," Luke says lightly. You can tell he's scared to make any sudden movements, to frighten you or cross a line.

"Hey," you reply. You watch as blue eyes trail swiftly over your luggage, can see the sadness that fills them when they reach your own again. "I'm gonna go stay at Y/F/N's for a bit."

Nodding his head, Luke gives you a small smile. He understands your need to get away, he would want to as well if roles were reversed. He feels like an idiot and wants to take it all back and start over, but he knows he can't.

"I really am sorry about everything, Y/N. I made such a mess of everything and I know I can't take any of it back. I hope you know that I truly would never, ever hit you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did." The sincerity in Luke's voice is evident, you can tell he means what he's saying.

"I-I know, Luke. I'm sorry too." Luke rushes towards you but stops dead in his tracks when he realizes it, knowing you could still be scared even if you're saying you know he wouldn't hurt you.

"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. This is on me, I did this to us. I should've told you. You're the most important person in the world to me and keeping something like that from you, even if I thought it was the right thing, was wrong. I understand why you feel the need to leave and I want you to know that you can take all the time you need. I'll be here for you, always." The Aussie takes a hesitant step towards you and at no sign of discomfort, he slowly reaches out and cups your face with his palms. "I love you so much."

Tears sting your eyes once more, but you do your best to blink them away. Taking an unsteady breath you say, "Somehow, I still love you too." A weak laugh mixed with a sob comes from Luke and the sight and sound nearly breaks you. You give him a small smile as you lightly place your hand on his chest.

Luke leans down, his lips brushing against yours and you make no move to turn him away. The moment you two connect, you feel yourself melting into him instantly. No matter how upset and heartbroken you are over everything, it still hasn't changed the way this man makes you feel when he kisses you.

It takes everything in you to pull away, but you do it. Luke leans his forehead on yours and you revel in it for a minute, not wanting to leave his warm embrace, but you have to. You need to take a few days, so you step back and grab the handle of your suitcase.

Turning towards the front door, you open it and begin to step outside. Before you can close the door behind you, you take one last look at your boyfriend, at this man you thought you knew everything about but now feel a little clueless over, this man you can't believe you still love with your whole heart.

"Goodbye, Luke."

#luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings fanfiction #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings angst #5sos fanfiction #5sos fanfic #luke hemmings #5sos #5 seconds of summer #requested

[burntb4bydoll]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a Steve x Henderson! Fem! Reader. Maybe after the whole events of season 2, they’re just hanging out at her house, watching Star Wars with Dustin and Dustin falls asleep. She admits to him that she was so scared when she saw him get beat up by billy, and says the first “I love you”?

I need fluff after what happened in vol. 2 LMAO

Thank you!

Rose :)

AHHH IVE NEVER GOT A REQUEST BEFORE THIS IS SO FUNN!! This is also my first time writing for a while so bare with me if its shit😭

I sat on my basement floor while Dustin and Steve were laying on the torn up couch. Im not sure if It was because I had seen Star Wars a million times, or if it was the fear that was still clouding my mind from the events that took place that day but I couldn’t seem to focus on the screen. I look over my shoulder to see how the boys were doing. Steves eyes were glued to the tv screen so he didn’t seem to notice me. When my eyes fall on Dustin I cant help but smile and let out a soft laugh. He had fallen asleep with his legs thrown over the arm of the couch, with popcorn stuck in his hair.

“Whats so funn-” Steve stops mid sentence when he sees Dustins position. We look at each other and can’t help but giggle at the younger boy. “Man I don’t understand how that kid can fall asleep in a position like that,” I say through a smile. “he never fails to surprise me” Steve lets out an amused hum at my statement. I look up towards him only to find myself frowning at the sight of him. His usually soft looking lips had been busted open and his pretty eyes were covered by bruises.

“You know..” I turned back towards the tv as I spoke, “I was really worried about you.” My voice was cracked as I replayed the scene of the fight in my head. “Why were you worried about me?” God he can be so clueless sometimes. “What do you mean Steve? You got into a fight with the biggest asshole in town! Billys always scary but when he’s angry is a whole new level of terrifying..” I felt Steve slide off the couch and down onto the floor next to me. He reaches over and grabs my chin to make me look at him. “Want me to be honest with you?” I nodded at his question, “I was scared shitless during that fight.” He confesses as he lets out a nervous laugh. “But Im fine, see?” He smiles as he gestures up and down his body. I can help but match his smile as I roll my eyes at him. “But look at what he did to your pretty face..” I teased, a fake pout flashed across my face. He lightly slapped my knee and pull his face away from my hands. There was a moment of silence before he spoke

“Im sorry I made you worry, but I gotta admit having a pretty girl worry and care about me is very flattering.” He pulls me into him and I can feel my heart race faster. “Steve?” he shifts so that his head that was resting on mine was facing me “..I love you” The three words came out in a whisper due to the anxiety that was eating me up inside. His body perks up and his eyes practically glow, “do you really mean that..?” He sounds surprised which makes me laugh. “Steve I wouldn’t have said it if I didnt mean it, of course I love you.” A huge smile grew on his face and suddenly I was pulled into a soft kiss. “I love you too. I knew I loved you since the first time I saw you.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

[creepycassidy]

SFW Alphabet for Alt Al? 🥰

You guys are down bad omg OBVIOUSLY I WILL 😋

(Sorry this took longer than the first one, I’ve been working on a few other requests as well!!)

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Alternate Universe!Albert Shaw SFW Alphabet

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Warnings: cigarettes and non-graphic abuse mentions

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Albert is very affectionate and very lovey!! Honestly, he’s hugging you 24/7. He’s very big on both the physical aspects and words of affirmation. He wants you give you all of the love he never received. Sometimes he shows affection through silly magic tricks (that he probably spent forever practicing) like pulling flowers or small stuffed animals from his hat to gift to you.

Another way he shows affection is through acts of service. He wants to do for you all the time. Wash your hair, kiss your boo boos, carry you around, sometimes he’ll hand feed you food. He doesn’t mean any harm by it, and he’ll stop if you don’t like it but it just makes him very happy to take care of you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I personally think that before you started dating Al, you were probably close friends and even as a friend he always went above and beyond for you.

Doing you favors that you didn’t even really ask for tbh

Like, do you wanna come work at the hardware store with him? He’s the assistant manager, he can get you a job. That way you can see each other all the time!

He took you out to lunch a lot even as friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

ALBERT LOVES TO CUDDLE!! He can’t get enough of it!! His favorite ways are with you sitting in his lap, facing him with your head laid against his chest or in bed, all tangled up around each other chest to chest while you doze off.

He has a rocking chair that he likes to rock you in when you curl up in his lap. He’ll brush your hair from your eyes and kiss your forehead.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants nothing more than to settle down with you, honestly. Domesticity is a huge part of your lives together, and almost all of the chores are done as a pair.

As I’ve stated about a million times: AL IS N O T A COOK

But he always makes it fun, if not a little hazardous-

Don’t be surprised if he slips in the kitchen or breaks a dish. He’ll be fine though, don’t worry. It’s honestly unbelievable how clumsy he is.

Blowing dish soap bubbles™

“Abracadabra!” *throws the mess he’s been meaning to clean up into the basement*

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Very awkwardly and very apologetic.

He’d kinda be a “it’s not you, it’s me” type of guy. Eek.

It would take him a little bit of working up to it.

Asks if you still want to be friends lmao

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Al is 100% committed to you, he doesn’t even want to look at anyone else now that you’re around…but he doesn’t want to rush too quickly into asking you to commit to him, especially if you’re younger. He has a little bit of a fear of your rejection, even though he’s very used to it from others and takes it in stride as best as he can/tries to laugh it off.

Once you’ve settled into being comfortable with each other for a while, that’s when he’ll give you the ring. Likely at home, after an at home dinner date or in the van, parked somewhere nice.

It’s less about being legally bound to one another, and more about the promise. Chances are, you never had a legal wedding. It was either an at home, backyard exchange with Max ‘officiating’ and your friends coming to watch, or a private exchange between just the two of you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Al has strived over many years to be as little like his own father as possible, which means he’s usually very emotionally and physically gentle.

The pills also help control his mood, y’know.

You’re almost treated as though you’ll shatter if he’s too loud when talking to you, or too aggressive. He only speaks to you in soft tones.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes, OF COURSE and anytime he can!!

When it comes to you Al’s hugs are tight, all encompassing, and warm. He wraps his arms around your middle as snug as he can manage and pulls you into his chest, inhaling the smell of your hair and kissing the top of your head so gratefully.

If you’re shorter than he is, sometimes he’ll sit down so you can crawl into his lap and he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder.

Picks you up and spins you around, holding you tight!!

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Stupidly quick. He told you (and honestly meant it romantically as well) when you were still very much in the friends stage.

He tells you everyday. Writes it on the mirror condensation while you’re taking a shower, puts notes with your lunch.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Al can get pretty jealous, if you give him a reason to be.

Although, you wouldn’t know unless you know his mannerisms well.

He shuts down for the most part and gets very quiet and almost grumpy, distancing himself when he’s usually talkative and chatty.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Al’s kisses are warm and mostly soft. He cups his hands over your face and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs, sometimes squishing them into a funny little pucker when he’s feeling goofy.

“Mwwwwahhh!”

Peppers them all over your face and body!!

…and sometimes they turn into raspberries

He tastes vaguely like cigarettes, pop, and then mint lifesavers. (Kinda a nasty combo but uh, y’know. It is what it is.)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Really good, actually!!

He wouldn’t ever want any of his own, but he’s kinda a child at heart and interacts really well with them.

Kids’ birthday parties are his favorite, he loves the way their eyes light up when he does magic!!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In bed, usually sleeping in while you’re curled into each other and Samson also sleeps at the end of the bed.

Or, in a rush to get ready for work because Albert slept through the alarm clock/just didn’t want to get up yet.

Cereal for breakfast!!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are usually spent unwinding after work together, with a hot bath w/ lots of bubbles to start and then ordering take out/attempting to make dinner (hopefully with no spills on Al’s part)

Turning on the TV as nothing more than background noise while you eat together and reflect on your day.

Al is VERY big on communication and he likes to talk about the way you both felt throughout the day, and the way you feel at the end of the day.

Finally snuggling up under the covers with Sammy at your feet

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Albert has quite a lot of trauma and he didn’t want to start dumping it on you immediately.

Mostly because it’s a lot to hear, but he also didn’t want to scare you away.

So he’d take it a bit slowly, but be very honest in what he tells you. He loves you, and trusts you with even the nastiest bits of his life. Don’t be surprised if he cries, it’s still mostly unresolved and it’s a lot to talk about.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Al, aside from everything conditioning him to grow up otherwise, is very patient.

He never gets angry at you, maybe frustrated or irritated once in a blue moon but it’s very normal.

Even though he won’t admit it, he gets angry at Max more often than he should.

In general, you have to really push and/or take advantage of Al to get him angry and even then, he tries to resolve it fairly quickly.

Anger is his least favorite feeling, it always makes him sad afterwards.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Albert is excellent at remembering the tiny and odd details about you.

Your favorite songs, how you take your coffee exactly, the smells you like and dislike, your favorite candy. He often surprises you with the things you mentioned liking in passing as little gifts.

When you met, he likely forgot your last name, but remembered your eye color.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He would have a rough time choosing one, but he can probably (maybe) choose two!!

One being the first time you hugged him. You were warm, like a safe haven for him to let his guard down. Every time he hugs you now, he feels the same way.

The second being the first time you exchanged the words “I love you.” He was so excited he scooped you up into his arms!!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

For someone who’s such a klutz, he’s also very protective over you. Physically, as well as emotionally.

Don’t think he’d hesitate to put himself between you and harms way, Al has been through a lot of abuse so he won’t stand to watch you be hurt.

He’s also emotionally protective when you’re having bad brain days. He’ll wrap his arms around you in bed to let you cry it out against his chest. He won’t ever ask you, but please, do the same for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Al always tries to do the best he can with what he has, so things aren’t extravagant but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t put effort into them.

He doesn’t take you to fancy restaurants, but he’ll spend forever setting mood in the house exactly right or finding a place that serves your favorite foods.

Everyday tasks are always done with love, as they’re small acts of service for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a habit of putting himself down, even if he passes it off as a joke. He might laugh when he calls himself a idiot or a joke, but he’s serious on the inside.

Not so bad, but he bites his nails. It’s a nerve thing so he doesn’t really think about it when he does it until they hurt/bleed.

It’s not excessive, but Al always has a pack of cigarettes around to smoke when he’s particularly stressed out or upset. Depending on the week, that could be often or not.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very much. He has basic hygiene, and maybe puts a little more effort into his hair with conditioner. Shaves his face regularly. Smells pretty decent, like laundry detergent, faintly of cigarettes and dog, and a little cologne/aftershave.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely, Albert honestly may need you more than you need him.

His whole life is go to work and then come home to take care of you, Sammy, and snowball with a little magic thrown in. He loves it, wouldn’t have it any other way.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I stated this above, but he has a big ol’ fluffy bunny named snowball!! She’s used for magic shows and the kids go wild over her!!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, alcohol. Al doesn’t drink. His parents drank, Max drinks, and he doesn’t want any part of it. He thinks it tastes bad and doesn’t like what it does to people.

In a partner, probably someone stuck up or boring, without a sense of humor. Anyone too plain, in that sense. Al’s whole life is pretty much clown shoes. If his partner can’t laugh with him, it won’t work out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Uh, often.

Al is tired a lot and sleeps in whenever he can.

He also snores (hope you don’t mind) and is SUPER hard to wake up once he’s out.

He has nightmares about certain things sometimes, but they’re not worryingly often and nothing he can’t calm down from.

Can sleep in pretty much any position so sometimes you might see him on his stomach.

If you’re with him, he’s always holding onto you tight, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried into you.

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[nickyroethemarinebiologist]

The ghosts but they’re cats because it’s funny

I don’t know why I made this but it’s just a little idea I’ve had for a while and I think it’s amusing (basically Alison and Mike move in and there’s just. a hoarde of cats. Where did they come from?? Nobody knows. Alison can understand them though lmao)

I don’t know why all these cats are just. There. But I thought it’d be fun if it was vaguely linked to their deaths in canon so yeah, there’s that

Humphrey:

An orange tabby, probably

But like with white patches on his neck and belly and such (like that ruff thingy on his outfit??? Idk what you call it)

Wears a cone (Get it. Because headless??)

Ended up in Button house after an injury or smth

Julian:

A sphynx, probably

VERY annoying

He’s like one of those cats that’s mysteriously good at opening doors and whatnot but no one knows why

Used to be like an internet famous cat or whatever. Ended up in Button house after some sort of scandal (what kind of scandals cats can get caught up in, I don’t know, but it happened and he is NOT happy about it)

Mary:

Black cat (and hates it because superstitions)

Leaves little soot footprints everywhere

Alison hates it

Probably got chased into the house and hid there?? And then just never left

Like a bunch of horrible children (because unfortunately they exist) like grabbed her and then chased her there or whatever. She doesn’t like to talk about it

Kitty:

A calico!! I love them. Best kind of cat fr fr

Super fluffy

Probably wears one of those tiny bows around her neck (like Marie from Aristocats)

Probably like. Abandoned at Button house :(

Fanny:

White or light grey persian

Has one of those always-grumpy kind of faces lmao

Don’t know how she ended up there (maybe her family used to own the house but then they moved and just left her there?? Oof)

Wakes the whole house up yowling every morning lmao

Surprisingly photogenic??

Pat:

One of those really short and round cats lmao

He’s still got his scarf thing do not worry

Probably just a solid cream-furred cat idk man

I really don’t know why he’s there. No ideas for this guy (sorry lmao)

Robin:

Only very vaguely cat-shaped

How is he that fluffy

Somehow always has some twigs or smth stuck in his fur. Scruffy

Probably just a brown cat?? Idk

He’s been there for longer than anyone can remember and no one knows how he got there lmao

The Captain:

Just a grey cat I guess??

Kinda fluffy but not like. massively

He still has his moustache lmao

No one knows why he’s there (and he will never tell)

Thomas:

Brown tabby

One of those cats that’s just. really long

Really long tail as well

Very photogenic and knows it

Does that tiny little hop-thing that cats do when they trot around lmao

Jemima:

Lil grey tabby (She’s tiny!!)

Shy?

Plague ghosts:

Why are there so many cats in the basement

What are they doing down there

Where did they come from

A mix of various brown tabbies and a couple black cats

Don’t ask me why I made this I just thought it was funny lmao. Enjoy :)

[polyamorouspunk]

Hello friend you invited the chaos

So so so. Recap: friends for years, he dumped his toxic ex, started therapy, we start actually talking.

OKAY. So we were officially dating like *last week*. Monday I was over his house and things were good. Tuesday night/Wednesday morning I legit thought he died cause he wasn’t answering his phone (he did not die he just broke his phone, but the worry was there cause I know he deals with depression).

But while thinking he was possibly dead, I had a job interview at the really cool lab and Im gonna be calibrating gas detectors and doing titrations every monday!! (Spoiler I got the job).

And then I had a second one later in the day after he got his new phone but this one was in some sketchy basement lab with two other employees that are both grown men and Im honestly surprised I didnt die down there.

And then thursday I went to my first therapy session to help deal with anxiety and some other shit right. (It will be so fun showing up after my intake appointment with an entirely new set of issues). Oh also this entire week is happening while my autoimmune disorder is flaring too. Thats also a thing. But also. At this point, things are still fine with the guy. Like he was talking about introducing me to his friends and shit.

BUT OKAY THEN FRIDAY HAPPENS. AND THIS IS THE DAY THAT ALL THINGS WENT TO HELL. *He* invited me over his house during the day while most of his family was gone. And I went cause I was off work and also like. At that point why wouldnt I? But uuuhhhhh while I was there, some *things* happened that *he* initiated (fully consensual) but also that boy was fucking *rough* and I have bruises all over where he was grabbing and I’m sure more I cant see. But like. Genuinely kinda a fun time.

Until. Out of no where he like kinda rushed me out of his house. And I was very confused and concerned about that, because obviously I just put a hell of a lot of trust into someone I had considered a good friend. And so after I got home I asked him if I did something wrong, AND GOES ‘We’ve been very close friends for 5 years so dating just feels not right.’ Which like. Was a whiplash moment for me. So I responded with ‘So. You just want to be friends is what youre telling me?’. AND THIS ASSHOLE GOES ‘Yeah, for now at least’.

BOY THERE IS NO FOR NOW AT LEAST. YOU JUST BASICALLY USED ME AND TOSSED ME TO THE SIDE. LIKE. NO??????

So yeah after that I was sad for a little bit but then ya know I started to be able to see the bruises and I just got so fucking pissed off from that, that I was no longer sad. The sad is gone. I was instead petty and went to the county fair with Mountain Boy and told him what was up and yeah. Thats what that insta post was about lol. I was just being petty because I could be.

OH BUT ALSO. I have to see him in early september for a chemistry meeting and I have every intention of looking hot as fuck when I show up just because I can and I refuse to let a boy get in my head about my own self confidence.

And really in the end he was evidently lacking in both braincells and inches, so it was no real loss on my part lmao

Anyways thats been my week, how are youuu??????

Daaaamn he really strung you along huh well man I feel that about people doing a complete 180 on you and showing their true colors out of literally nowhere. I’m sorry it all went down like that, yikes. Yeah, no, I don’t think I would want to be “friends” with someone like that either. Fuck that guy frrrr. Especially right after that.

Damn what a shitty week but I so hope a new job is exactly the kind of reset you need to take your mind off things.

My week has been alright. I’m feeling really burnt out and emotionally exhausted but I’m healing from the bullshit that I went through. I start school tomorrow which I’m not exactly looking forward to but not dreading either but next week I’m going on vacation (also to Myrtle Beach, finally) since I have 3 days in a row off and my birthday is coming up.

#punk gets mail #yikesola

[xxbakacoconutxx]

Ghost Sept 9, 2022 Trenton NJ

I went to the concert at the Cure Insurance Arena yesterday and it was so incredible! I did the Meet and Greet and had a bunch of ghoul interactions, so I wrote down everything I could remember under the read more!

MEET AND GREET

My husband and I both got meet abd greet tickets, so he was trying to comfort me and calm me down during the "tons of waiting in lines" part. My heart rate got to like 141 bpm just from nerves lmao. We lined up in the normal part of the venue, then we moved to a stairwell??? And then down to some basement hallways. Said hi to Ryan C really quick as he walked by the meet and greet line when we were closer to Papa’s room. Heard the first few songs of Mastadon's set down the basement hallway. We were led into a smaller hallway where the line was only allowed in one at a time. When it was our turn we left our bags on a table with a guy who told us the rules. Before we talked to that guy, I had tried to turn on my phone camera to record the audio while it was in my pocket, but I hit the lock button when I put it away which made it stop recording T_T I'm not too sad about it though, because while I'd love to have that recording, it was against the rules and I'd probably feel bad about it. It's our turn and another guy we've seen all night and who helped us when we were confused about where to go and when to be there pulled back the curtain as we approached. I was so distracted by looking at him and feeling reassured by him being there and thinking "hey our friend's here!" That when I looked past him and saw Papa standing in the room behind him I was taken aback! Like of course I knew he'd be there, but it was still a bit of a shock. We were hardly inside before Papa started walking toward us

Papa: Hello! How are you?

Me: I'm doing so good! How are you?

Papa: I'm good too!

*I'm distracted while we're greeting each other because when we came in, half a second before Papa started talking, the camera guy said stand on the white X on one side of the plexiglass, but Papa approached us before I could reach the X, so I was trying to like, sidle toward the X and Papa had to keep coming further around his side of the plexiglass to follow me. I was worried he'd think I was trying to run away or something so I just stopped and figured it was good enough lol. I think he wanted to make sure he could talk and have eye contact with me without anything in the way*

Me: I wanted to thank you for making music. It's been a really big help for us *gestures to my husband* the past few years, especially through the pandemic, and on a personal level, you've really helped me be more myself again. We're in our thirties, so it's like - you get old, you get a job and you get boring, so you helped me sort of figure out how to have fun again

Papa: Well, you know I have a job too! *the photographer (I’m not sure who he was but it wasn’t Ryan) laughs with us*

Me: But you know, you get a job and you worry about the chatter from other people. So again, like, you taught- you reminded me to not care so much about the chatter, so thank you for that.

*I sadly don’t remember what Papa said, but I think it was something like "I'm glad to hear that" before the photographer said something like “ready for your picture?” It wasn't rude or an interruption, just sort of taking control from a natural pause. I've heard other accounts where Papa will proactively ask if you want to do a pose, but he didn't for us and just started to back up to where his X is on the other side of the plexiglass. I somehow found the courage to ask though!*

Me: Would you actually be ok with doing a pose?

Papa: *looks a little hesitantly at the photographer* What kind of pose?

*I think he was hesitant because there might have been an increasing concern about time. When Ryan came out earlier, it looked like he was doing a headcount so I think things were starting to run over. The first person who came out from their meet and greet who walked the line to get back out mentioned "he's very chatty today!" Lol*

Me: it's really silly, but it's a pose from Sailor Moon? You hold your hand like this *makes the almost devil horns* and bring it across your chest, then your other hand does a finger gun and that goes over your elbow

Papa: *is confused, hold his hands just sort of crossed over his chest*

Photographer: oh, wait no you do this *shows Papa again, which means he knew the pose lmao*

Me: yeah, you do this and - yeah, like that! Ok!

*We got our pic taken and I'm positively beaming because I just got Papa to do a Sailor Moon pose with me and my husband, holy shit. My memory of the rest isn’t incredible because I was so elated*

*I think the photographer said something like “alright, you guys can go out through this door here”* 

Me: thank you so much for everything again!

*I looked at him as and we started moving toward the exit and I think he said something in response but I honestly don’t remember D: *

Papa: enjoy the show, have fun tonight!

*we were almost out of the room but I turned back to smile at him again*

Me: you too! * and I meant it, because I wanted him to have fun up there too!*

*Throughout the whole thing, Papa kept eye contact and intently listened with his hands loosely held together in front of him. I kept switching between staring at his mouth and staring at his white eye as I talked, the mouth more so when he talked because it's still weird to watch lol. I've always heard his eyes are really intimidating to look into, but I didn't feel that way at all! Even with the white eye, his gaze was very warm and surprisingly easy to hold contact with! I'm used to cosplayers, so the contact didn't seem that unnatural, and in fact I got more freaked out when I noticed they really do just look like Tobias' eyes, despite the makeup and mask. His mask seemed more slender than it does in photos - especially the jaw seemed more closely fitted to his real face. The bottom lip is still weird to look at in real life, because it’s oddly thick, I think so it catches on and moves with his real bottom lip, but it looks strange lol. Also, I'm about 5'6, and he was only a little taller than me, so I'd say he's about 5'7 or 5'8, maaaaybe 5'9. Overall I’m very happy I met him, but I do sort of regret doing all of the talking, since he was apparently feeling chatty lol. There's not a lot of time though, maybe a minute or two, so I don't know if he would've talked much anyway, but I do wish I'd given him more opportunities to speak. I also feel a little bad my husband didn’t get a chance to talk, but when we realized the line was speeding up, and therefore the meetings were getting shorter, he told me it was if only I got to talk to him.  I’m so incredibly happy that I didn’t word-salad all over him! My words came out clearly, and at a good pace to be understood, and mostly made sense, so I'm happy with it!*

THE SHOW

We came out in the last third of Mastadon's set, which was great but I do wish I had gotten to see more of them. I was at first disappointed with our seats, because I'd gotten them TOO close, ironically. Second row, all the way to the right front, so we were actually slightly *past* Dewdrop's riser. But, I realized quickly that they were actually really neat seats because we could see stuff you normally couldn't! When Ghost was about to come on and they put up the curtain for Imperium, we were actually behind it and able to see what everyone was doing lol. They were also really nice because there was no one to our right, so we had basically a whole half of a row to ourselves so we had space to freak out lol. I’d later realize, this also made us VERY visible to the band! (this whole section will sound very “I’m the main character!” which like, I understand lol. If you think I’m making this shit up, I’m not going to blame you lmao)

We were RIGHT behind the guitar tech/sound guy's setup, so we got to see some fun things like Ryan and Jesus(Kevin) getting their in-ears on.

Mastadon's equipment, particularly Bran's drum riser, seems like a bitch to get broken down and out of the way lol. It was a VERY high riser, I'd be scared to play anything, especially drums, that high! During Imperium, there were still techs scrambling to get off stage and do final preparations, but they somehow finished it in time! 

The curtain dropped without incident and I was so relieved lol.

I had SO MANY ghoul interactions, it was incredible! Because of my seats, I couldn't really see much of Papa or any ghouls when they were center stage or further, so really I watched and cheered on the nearby Ghouls most of the time, which THEY NOTICED! 

Pretty quickly, I think before the end of Kaisarion, Sunshine noticed me singing and gesturing to her and looked at me for a minute, I guess to make sure I was really looking at her, and then broke into a big smile when I got all excited! 

I got Dew's attention a couple of times! He didn't point at me or anything, but he very clearly looked at us multiple times throughout the show! 

Rain came over pretty often, and while he usually focused his attention out to the pit while up on the riser, if he was just on the normal stage in front of the sound guy, he was facing right in our direction. I think he was looking at the sound guy mostly, but a few times he looked up and saw us! 

Rats was super fun! Sunshine pointed at me, sang to me, and danced in my direction to get me to join her! It was amazing! It'd be reasonable to say that it was just like, in my direction and not actually at me, but remember there weren't many people around, so I'm pretty dang sure she was looking at me! 

During Faith (I think) Aether came over to Dew's riser! He only came over two or three times through the whole show, so I was thrilled that I got his attention while I could! I started screaming and reached both hands out to him, he looked at me, and when he had a chance to, he pointed at me! I broke into a HUGE smile because I love him so much, and he had a big smile back before he left! 

I had been trying to scream extra loud for Papa when he came over, in the hopes that he'd recognize me from the meet and greet, and during (I think) Spillways he looked at us! He didn't gesture toward us or anything, but he fucking held eye contact for the rest of the line! I don't remember what line, as my soul was leaving my body lol. Spillways is my favorite Impera song too, so I was extra excited!

Hunter's Moon had more singing and dancing with Sunshine! And at the end, Dew tossed his pick to the sound guy, who fumbled with trying to catch it for a second before it eventually dropped to the ground lol. He picked it up and looked behind him at the seated crowd, and I made eye contact and got all excited, so he tossed it to me! I also fumbled it lol. But I got it!!! 

Ritual was INCREDIBLE because Sunshine was full on engaging with me! Like her whole body was facing my direction while she danced and played tambourine, and moved in a way that, at least it seemed, like she really was dancing with me the way she does with Cumulous during that song! Big, BIG smiles all around!

Call me Little Sunshine, while I failed to sing it to Sunshine, I think this was one of the songs where Rain looked at us!

Con Clavi Con Dio was another Sunshine special, though this time I do feel like it was aimed more at my section than at me/us. Especially during the Latin parts, she really hyped us up!

Prime Mover was one of the ones where I think Dew looked at us again!

It wasn't at us, I don't think, but Sunshine had a really cute little hip shimmy dance for Miasma that she did toward our section 

Mary On a Cross I think I got Dew to look over again, and Sunshine and I sang the “If you choose to run away with me” part to each other with extended, romantic arms, and then made similar rude gestures together for the “tickle you internally” part lmao.

Mummy Dust was funny because Cirrus, when she snuck out with the keytar, did a fun little grabby hand thing with Sunshine, and then turned RIGHT TO US and made a shush gesture, like to keep a secret, and then went out for her solo. In the beginning of the song, Sunshine did a fun thing where she got down on all fours and just kinda looked feral lmao. She had a fun leaning back dance where her arms just dangled and she shimmied her shoulders. Papa came over and did the butt squeeze bit right in front of us lol (he didn't look our way though which was a relief because I wouldn’t have known how to react lmao). I wasn't able to grab any Mummy Dust myself, but was able to scurry over to someone who worked for arena and asked them to grab one for me, which they were kind enough to do!

For Dance Macabre, Sunshine reached her hand out to me during the "I don't want to end like this, there's a sting in the way you kiss me" in the first verse and then put her other hand to her chest. I reached back and then blew her kisses and she smiled at me! I also managed to grab some confetti out of the air!

At the end during Sorrow in the Wind, Dew threw a pick to a guy to my left, and then another to me! He waited to make sure I was paying attention and then tossed it, but it fell in the seat in front of me. I pretended to be calm (lol) as I walked around to that aisle to try to find it, but I couldn't see it. Thankfully, the other guy saw and helped, and since he already had one he let me keep it! Interesting enough, the one Dew actually played with was scratched for grip, but the one he threw at the end wasn’t!

I think Rain looked at us one more time, but I didn't manage to get Aether's attention again. Swiss came over and I SCREAMED and he looked over! I yelled "Swiss!!" And used both hands to make like, grabby hands at him lmao. But he seemed legitimately excited and maybe thought it was a little funny that I was so happy to see him! He had a big smile, and it looked like he was moving to throw me a pick but Papa walked in front of him and cut him off lol. I think one or both of us got distracted by that, so I didn't get a pick, but at least I got to say hi! 

I tried SO HARD to get Cumulus' attention, but I don't think I ever did D: I hope she knows I love her anyway </3 I don't remember Cirrus or Mountain coming over, but I did get to blow a bunch of kisses to Papa when he came by that I thiiiiiiiink he saw? I'm gonna just say he did lmao.

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost the band #Ghost #Dewdrop Ghoul #Rain Ghoul #Aether Ghoul #Swiss Army Ghoul #Cirrus Ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #Cumulous Ghoul #Sunshine Ghoul #Ghoul #Ghoulette #Tobias Forge #Cardinal Copia #Copia

[dark-frosted-heart]

2nd Anniversary Event - More Love with the Beast - Gilbert (premium end)

This is in Gilbert's POV. The beginning is so edgy lmao

The fate of the human who's caught the attention of the trampling beast has been decided. Pulled into a bottomless swamp of malice by people who were neither friend nor foe, the word rapidly loses its warmth, no emotions appear, and before long, the heart dies. In...other words, if there is someone you don't like, someone you want to break, then be sweet and kind to that person, and make them become the favorite of the beast.

Gilbert looks up at the red sky before it turns into a moonless night, thinking about how he doesn't want to break the bunny or make her go mad. He wants to do the opposite actually. He apologizes as he decides to use her as the "last judgement". In a parallel universe, he might have left the bunny alone. But not in this world. Here, he'll drag the lovely woman into a swamp of malice. It won't be worth it if he doesn't grant a small wish.

Gilbert and MC return to the tavern to find it already empty, but Gilbert has no interest in the hired hands. He wonders aloud where the real bookstore clerk was hidden, but there's no one to torture information out of. So, he's going to have to use his head. If it were him that was going to replace the clerk, he would have killed the original one first. But the hired hands weren't ones who had abandoned their human heart and weren't exactly skilled at wielding swords either, so they wouldn't have killed the clerk. He asks MC where she would hide the clerk. For MC, she'd hide them in a place she'd be able to go to every day so that she can feed them. Gilbert agrees, if the hostage were still alive. MC asks if they are alive and Gilbert's like "who knows?". He gets a kick out of her anxiety-filled eyes before telling her that he was only joking. He's sure the clerk's still alive.

The likeliness of the clerk being hidden in a base instead of a private residence is high and bad guys would want to hide their crimes underground. When MC asks why, he explains that it's because not a sound can be heard underground. Perhaps the clerk's hidden in the tavern's basement. With a mental map constructed, Gilbert heads to a wooden table at the back of the building. He kicks it away, revealing an unnatural-looking cutout in the floor as he had expected. MC's amazed by Gilbert's finding. He didn't expect her eyes to light up like this, but he doesn't hate it. Removing the floorboard reveals a path leading underground. There are signs of people at the end of the pitch dark path. Definitely a place where someone would be hidden.

As he's thinking about leaving MC above ground just in case, though he's sure she'd be fine either way, MC tells Gilbert that they should head in. MC rolls up her sleeves and moves to head down first. At this moment, Gilbert can't help but wonder how this girl has managed to survive until now. He pulls her back hard by the collar, making her fall on her butt and asks if she's an idiot. A certain friend of his would have complained that doing that was was unbecoming of a gentleman, but unfortunately for him, he didn't share the notion of treating women kindly just because they were women.

Gilbert asks MC what she's planning on doing if she runs into any of the remaining thugs in the basement. MC quietly admits that she was being careless. He commends her for her honesty. MC stands up, looking a little disheartened. Gilbert tells MC to stay put, he's not going to go head in with someone that'll slow him down. MC can't help but be worried and Gilbert asks if it's because of him. After all, he could torture people for information. But MC says she's not worried about that, just thought it'd be lonely for someone to head into the dark alone. Gilbert's surprised that she'd think he'd feel lonely. MC's unsure herself. It seemed that she was concerned about Gilbert, the prince that would bring ruin to her country one day. Gilbert laughs and says that MC really is an idiot. He appreciates her concern but he has two reasons to keep her upstairs. One, to prevent the guys from blocking the entrance to the basement. Two, he can't fight the ways he wants and protect her at the same time. MC understands and Gilbert says he likes a good girl who's perceptive.

He almost reaches out for again before withdrawing. Though he had grabbed MC's collar earlier, he's unable to touch her with the hands that had "that filthy man's blood". He enters the basement, guided by a torch. The air gets staler the deeper he goes. Eventually he opens an iron door that leads to a small, dimly lit room. Within is a woman sitting on the floor, her hands and feet shackled. He asks her if she's the bookstore's clerk. She asks who he is and that tells him that the personnel that the devil bureaucrat (Sariel) arranges are ordinary people who don't know anything. He tells her that he's glade she's alive, but then points his cane at her neck. He has a favor to ask of her, to quit her job at the bookstore once she leaves this basement. Because of her incompetence, a friend of his was put in danger. Rather than a favor, it's an order. He presses the end of his cane against her throat and she nods, teary-eyed. He then tells her to tell her boss who sent her; he won't behave himself if something happens to his friend. He'll consider it as picking a fight with Obsidian. The woman pales at the mention of Obsidian. Gilbert's work here is done.

He's frustrated with Rhodolite and the poor replacement they chose that couldn't fight back against a violent organization. He'd have to increase security around MC. Can't have her dying on him now. Gilbert removes the woman's shackles with a special tool of his.

By the time he and MC returned to the castle, it was already night. He's about the part ways with her when MC clutches his cape and asks him to wait. He asks her if she misses him already. She doesn't but she'd like to talk to him alone some time. Gilbert points out that they're alone now, so if she has something to say, then say it. MC can't. Looking around while still clutching his cape, she whispers that she'd like to talk to him away from prying eyes. He's surprised at her words, but remembers that he's told MC about being watched before so he shouldn't be surprised. And he worries about her. The constant surveillance from Rhodolite's supposed to keep him in check and make sure that the bunny doesn't get eaten by the caged beast, but the bunny wants to get inside the cage.

Gilbert asks MC why she wants to talk to him alone. She says it's because she promised to listen to any of his troubles. He agrees. Hiding any bad ideas behind a smile, he whispers to her that they'll meet tomorrow night at the chapel at the back of the court. He then bites her ear, eliciting an amusingly sensual sound from her. He asks if she'll be ready and she replies that she will. MC jumps away from him, but it's useless since beasts are always hungry. In one day, Gilbert realized something he didn't like. MC will always be prey and won't survive in court without protection. He doesn't have to protect her, but he will for now. Sweeter, kinder, and more carefully than anyone else. Even if that means ruining her.

Gilbert bids MC goodnight, turns around, and heads to his room. Internally, he tells her that he doesn't want to be friends with her for malicious reasons. He'll show her tomorrow just "how much he likes her."

Epilogue

#ikepri summary #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikepri spoilers

[wizardcleric]

it’s past 7am here and I still haven’t slept yet like of course the script came out when I was about to go to sleep. but I just wanna come on here and say this part of the van scene really stands out to me:

specifically, “will senses the change in vibe; although oblivious to the actual motive behind the change]”

very interesting word choice here. motive? will just talks about wanting to play dnd for the rest of his life, and then feels awkward about it (he definitely remembers mike saying those exact words to him, when he said will’s dream of doing so was unrealistic). the “change in vibe” happens when mike says “yeah, totally”. we saw that in the show. but will doesn’t know what causes this mood change, so he guesses. he guesses that it’s about el. he thinks the “motive” of this change is because mike is worried about el, and so he says “we’re gonna make it, mike. she’s gonna be okay”. but that’s just his guess, it may not be the actual motive. and they imply it’s not by saying that will is oblivious, followed up with his line about el.

I think the mood change on mike’s end at the mention of dnd and playing for the rest of their lives, probably has something to do with the fact that these are mike’s wants too. we know this. he was projecting onto will in season three when he said practically the same line to him, he joins hellfire club and really enjoys playing dnd again, and we know after the byer’s and el left he just sat in his basement and played nintendo all day (which will also mentions here). mike gets awkward because that is exactly what he wants, but he feels it is wrong. we know dnd is a metaphor for mike and will’s relationship, so that applies here too.

so the actual motive behind the shift in mood is because mike feels awkward at the mention of dnd, maybe?

or, I just realized after writing this whole thing that will thinks that mike is worried el won’t be okay, but we then find out that’s not what mike is worried about, he’s actually worried that she won’t need him anymore. so I guess that was the actual motive behind the vibe change lmao. but also if mike was already thinking about it why did it create a “change in vibe”? did mike just start thinking about how el might not need him once will brought up el? cus the way I interpreted the scene before I thought mike was already having these thoughts before she was brought up… ugh I don’t know. I’m not making any sense sorry. someone help me out cus I am not smart enough for this

but yeah if the “actual motive” was just mike worrying about el not needing him anymore opposed to will’s assumption that it was because mike was worried el wasn’t okay, then forget I said anything 😀

#I just ramble and ramble sorry about that #I swear I am. I am so dumb #I really thought I was onto something for a second 💀 #but I’m still not sure… so I’m throwing this out there #sorry if it’s super hard to understand what I mean I suck at expressing myself so I know I can be really confusing #stranger things #stranger things 4 #byler #byler script #papa script #will byers #mike wheeler #my post #place holder

[kaiba-cave]

I’m never taking hot water for granted again because when the basement flooded it also broke one of the hot water tanks, and of course it was the hot water tank that also provides hot water for the third floor apartment, which is where I’m staying. So not only have I been out of my apartment for over a month so far, but I also haven’t had hot water for just as long. It was JUST fixed this Tuesday. Haven’t had it since Dec. 24th.

Anyways. It’s a good thing I work from home and don’t go out anywhere almost ever because taking a shower once every three, four, sometimes five days is not great. 🙂 I kept having to go to my parents’ house which, while not super far, is still like a 20 minute drive that I wasn’t going to make even every other day. You know how much gas is right now? Yeah, no.

Anyways I’m glad I finally have hot water again, lmao. My apartment still hasn’t started being worked on yet but I’m not as worried at this point because I’m really thinking hard about taking the main floor apartment in April when the lady who currently lives there is gone. I won’t have as much extra money anymore but I’ll have a bedroom, a back door, a nice big window, and won’t have to worry about another flood in the future. Plus my cat has gotten used to sunbathing in the window which she never got to do before, I think she’d be sad if we went back to the basement.

But we’ll see. I’m paying $1200 right now and it’s hard, the main floor would be $1100 plus utilities so about the same. I have to see how my money goes up til April because if it’s too hard to make ends meet then I’ll have to go back to the basement. But I’m hoping I can figure it out. 😩

The landlord is probably hoping I’ll take the main floor because the basement is only $859 all included and if it gets renovated plus someone new moves in, he can raise the rent. If I move back in he has to keep it the same. 😂 And I don’t know what the lady in the main floor is paying right now, I bet it’s less than $1100.

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