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jenna-ortega · 7 months

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there's been a glitch

vertigo act II

pairing - joel miller x female reader word count - 4.6k warnings - infidelity, jealousy, angst, cunnilingus, somnophilia, dub-con(not rlly but you'll see), kissing, joel isn't mean but he's stupid(as most men are) a/n: hello all! hope you're liking this new serious. let me know how you like it, and if you have any ideas for what you want to see next..i may or may not heed that advice ;)

SUMMARY: joel doesn't want to acknowledge what happened. when he does acknowledge it, you don't like his decision. maybe you need to get over this. or maybe you need to show him you're something worth missing.

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The rest of your October was filled with the aching pains of rejections. A feeling between embarrassment and intense longing for something so out of reach, yet you’ve touched it with your fingertips. The buzzing electric of what you wanted to call a feeling deeper than impulsion. You cherish the smell of Joel on your body, clothes, and mind for the lonesome three weeks he’d left you hanging. How could he touch your body the way he did and not think to check in?

He’s a monster. You start to believe it. Everyone in this town would throw themselves in front of a bullet for the man who makes it his mission to protect everyone in the settlement. Oh, but how could you take a bullet for the man who is seemingly behind the trigger?

Your body has been stuck to the bed all morning. The same predicament you found yourself in yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that. You got what you wanted, right? A taste of Joel…so why did you feel so sick about it?

A loud knock followed by the swinging of your door startled you out of bed, grabbing the closest thing,( your bedside lamp) as a weapon for the intruder.

“Whoever you are, you better get the hell out! I’m armed!” you called down from the bedroom. Your thinly veiled threat held no weight as you heard footsteps creep closer to your door,

“I’m serious!” you shout.

“Alright killer, it’s just me.”

Your shoulders immediately shrug in relief. Tommy.

You walked to your bedroom door, swinging it open and presenting your very threatening weapon,

“Any closer you woulda been picking lamp pierces out of your skin…” you smile sarcastically.

Tommy breathes out a laugh, slowly inching to you and grabbing the lamp from your hand, placing it on top of the dresser to his right,

“You’re taking it out on the wrong brother, darlin’” his eyebrows cinch together as his gives you a toothy grin,

“Haha. Very funny.” you cross your arms, “Why are you harassing me at the home, miller.”

You begin to walk away from Tommy, feeling his presence follow behind closely to your bedside,

“You love the marathon of halloween movies we play through the month…haven’t seen you at one yet. Got me worried ‘bout you” you sighed and turned to him, biting the inside of your lip, he notices your silence and continues,

“They’re playing beetlejuice, your favorite…”

Still nothing.

“Joel asked about you.”

Your ears perked up and a slight smile spread across your face, blood rushing to your cheeks, “Really?”

Tommy throws his arms to his side, “Jesus..” he says your name with a hint of disgust,

“I knew it.” he points at you,

“No!! It’s…it’s not what you think. I don’t even care…” you lie, but you have to know

“...What did he say?”

“Nothing. I lied.”

You grabbed a pillow from the top of your bed and threw it at Tommy, “you asshole!”

“I’ll shut up if you come with me to the movie.” he drives a hard bargin,

“Fine.”

—

Walking into the movies after not seeing the general public in broad daylight for weeks felt so odd to your eyes. The low light helps adjust your vision, and search the room for someone you know you should be ignoring.

Check. You find a 5’2 brunette cursing like a sailor near the drinks. If she’s here he has to be here. Maybe she’s talking to….no. Not him. A slightly taller girl with tan skin and black hair…definitely not him.

Tommy breaks you out of your trance, hand falling on your back as he pushes you further in the room.

“We’re gonna clear everything out of here and hold the halloween party here next weekend…” he leaves the statement open for you to comment,

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Remember we spoke about the matching costumes?” –

You couldn't answer him, goosebumps adorning your body as you feel those eyes on you. A visceral reaction only he can pull from him.

Gotcha. Joel’s eyes burn into the side of your head, scowling as his eyes trail Tommys hand on your back. Blowing out a breath of frustration as he shakes his head,

He didn’t mean to ignore you. God he’s so stupid. He couldn’t comprehend the feelings you ignorantly ripped from him by only being true to how you felt. He’s never been pursued so unapologetically. Never had a body react like yours had to him. Vanessa was out of convenience. You are out of unadulterated chaos. Chaos he has been welcoming in each and every night with his fist wrapped tightly around himself, thinking of the sweet sounds his body pulled from you. Knowing it was him that could bring you to a blubbering mess has him coming over his knuckles with a groan. He cleared his throat as he was lost in his thoughts, not realizing the moment had come and gone of you noticing his watchful eye.

His eyes encourage you to act a little more open, a little more…daring with Tommy. Throwing your body on his arm as you laugh, grabbing his bicep as you look up at him,

“Hey.” Joel squeezes himself between the two of you, nodding at his baby brother and throwing him a glaring look,

A few minutes go by allowing Joel to make awkward small talk with Tommy, not once inviting you into the conversation.

You caught him looking at him, and you made a face at him. His lips going tight and his nostrils flaring, you smiled now and walked to where the 5’2 girl was standing just half an hour ago.

Only one set of footsteps trail behind,

“Can we talk?” he whispers, but you pretend you can’t hear as you continue to walk,

“Can’t hear you.” you’re petty.

“I said–” he grabs the inside of the elbow and pulls you to a stop, “can.we.talk?” he enunciates his words in a low but menacing tone,

“Haven’t wanted to talk in the past three weeks.” you make sure the coldness in your voice is evident.

You look up at him through your eyebrows, crossing your arms as you look his face over once again. Even now he’s so handsome. Dark blue t-shirt, and regular jeans on. He could make the simplest outfits into pieces you’d worship. Your eyes trail down from his eyes to his neck. Redness prominent in his skin. You follow a vein with your eyes, getting lost as you land on his flexing arm, snapping in your face, bringing you back to earth.

“Are ya even listenin’ to me?” he says, and you stay silent. Letting him continue.

“I know i’ve been –” you interrupt him, “a dick.” “distant.” he corrects you, huffing at your immature language.

You have a stare off as the world spins around you both. How could nobody see the way your chest must be protruding from how hard your heart is beating. Your body in flight or fight mode, from something so little yet so big in your mind. He doesn’t deserve this reaction from you. He deserves nothing from you. You knew what happened between the two of you wouldn’t solve anything. But god, you asked him to stay. All he had to do was stay.

“Maybe we can speak more privately?” he asks, tone lighter as he begins recognizing your signs of overstimulation,

“Sorry, Tommy is waiting for me.”

“and is Tommy your date?” he states plainly. “Guess he looks enough like me for your taste.” His eyes flicker darker than before, jealousy spilling from his lips.

You slap Joel’s arms.

“Knock it off.” you warn.

“Tomorrow. Noon. Let’s talk. Come to my place.” he states,

“What? So you can kidnap me and sell my organs on the black market…” you huff, beginning to walk away. “No thank you”,

He once again grabs your arm back, bringing you into the conversation you so desperately want out of.

“You ain’t a kid, can’t kidnap you.”

“I am. I am a child of god.” you joke, tilting your head in amusement.

He rolls his eyes, “I’m not offering. I’m telling. You don’t show up, I come to you.” he steps further in your space, looking down at you, begging you to come back at him.

You furrow your brows at him, whimpering in defeat,

“Noon. Tomorrow.”

—

Your legs go to mush as you walk step by step up to his porch. Not sure if you want to throw up or throw hands.

Would you forgive him this easily if he asked? But what really was there to forgive…did he wrong you? Are you the one that should be upset? Maybe you’ve been acting erratic about this. Your self observation is cut short by the opening of a door, Joel standing in his doorway with his wide brown eyes, looking you up and down, smirking as you stand in front of him swaying.

You both don’t greet each other. He gestures for you to come in, a polite smile is how you respond. Walking further into his place until he paces in front of you, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a mug from his cabinets,

You watch him delicately pour a brown substance, eyes squinting just as he looks up at you,

“Poison?” you question.

“Coffee.” he states blankly.

He finishes his pours, pushing one mug over to you slowly, “milk’s in the fridge if you care for it.”

A few awkward beats of silence arise between the two of you while you both sip down. The bitter liquid burning your tongue a bit, he catches the wince in your face, “‘s hot.” he warns then,

You nod at him, putting the heavy cup down and sighing. Joel mimicking your actions,

“I’m sorry.”

It’s everything you wanted to hear from him. So why is your stomach sinking at the words?

“For what?” you want to hear more. You want to make him acknowledge his careless actions.

“For what happened between us–” he blinks downward, inside of his cheek catching on his teeth. He looks distraught, “I wasn’t thinking,” he continues, but you cut him off

“Wasn’t thinking?” you scoff, “wasn’t thinking when you stuck your dick halfway in me?” your stomach burns at the way he listens to your words, anger now apparent in all the small twitches you see adorning his face.

“Joel…” you whisper, out of ammunition. “Why am I here?”

The hairs on your body rise as his heavy boots walk to you, standing in front of your body as you turn on the chair, back slightly grazing his table. His eyes get softer as he looks at you, you know whatever he has to say isn’t good. With how hard of a time he’s having doing anything other than look at you as if you are an object he’s scared to break. Not a person he’s destroyed,, rather something he’s destroyed. Does he even see you as human? Why would he play with your emotions like this if he cared about the emotional wellbeing of others? Throughout this whole experience the same sentiment comes up…how is this the same Joel Miller everyone loves? How is this the same Joel Miller that you love, like?

“We…” he begins. “We can’t do whatever–” he points to the both of you, “this is”

You’re silent.

“I can’t give you what you want from me right now. I can’t hurt Vanessa, it’s too messy.” his voice is soft, hands come to find yours. He’s trying, he’s trying so hard to do this right. Do right by you. But you’ll never believe that. You’ll never believe him.

“I know, you don’t like mess.” your voice breaks as you whisper, looking down at where your hands connect.

“I want you to get over this. I want to see you happy.” he pleads,

“I’d be happy with you” a tear slides down your cheek as you tighten your grip on his hands.

“You can't. We can’t” you notice how pained he looks, eyes red and glassy,

“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” you didn’t imagine you’d be saying this to him today. He apologized, and is doing everything right. Why do you want him to be the bad guy so bad?

You stand, getting even closer to him as he refuses to budge backwards.

“What is this–” your hand lands on his heart, “telling you to do?”

He shakes his head, grabbing your hand off his chest and kissing the palm. Then kissing the back of your hand. Kissing up your arm, and then wraps your arms around his chest, being the first to break the heavy tension in the air by devouring your lips in his. You moan in his mouth, both of you smiling into one another.

Your hands find the bottom of his plaid shirt, unbuttoning the last button with your mouth attached to him. Your fingers finding his second button, surprised when he stops you and pushing your body away as if you’ve hurt him.

“We can’t…” he shakes his head as he looks away, “shit…we can’t.” he says your name sternly.

“Please–” you beg. You begin crying in front of him, not quite sobbing, but tears are expelled from your eyes at an alarming rate.

“Tell me you care about me. I know you care about me.” you demand, poking at his chest while looking at the tall man who’s looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed,

“ ‘course I care ‘bout you, princess.” he reassures you, “You mean something.”

“Then show me how much I mean to you.” you’re beginning to lose all sight of why you came here. Your emotions take over any rational thoughts you would have had in this moment. All your mind cares about is not losing Joel. Never wanting to lose Joel.

You rush him, trying to unbutton the loose shirt again. Throwing yourself at him erratically,

“Stop.” you don’t stop. Continuing to try and take his shirt off, hands reaching his belt and taking the leather out of its loop, “Please.”

He backs up, trying to deter your behavior. “Hey, hey, we can’t.” he doubles down, not wanting to physically hurt you but feeling as though that would be the only way to get you off of him.

“I’ll change your mind, please let me change your mind.” you sound unhinged. Your voice shakes as you continue down onto your knees, unbuckling his belt,

You’re ripped up painfully, Joel’s hands squeeze the inside of your arm, “NO.”

He throws you back, readjusting himself in the process. His eyes look sad, watching as you sob to yourself in front of him. Your palms wipe away your incessant tears, looking down at your hand to see mascara marks.

“I think this talk is over.” His stance on this has you sniffling, looking at him as if he’s your number one enemy now. For just speaking the truth, for trying not to hurt you.

“Joel, don't do this.” you're almost silent, “I’m sorry.”

As the silence lingers in the room, both of you looking at each other and not knowing where to go…your heads turn to the side hearing the door close shut. It’s her. Vanessa.

And you can’t do this. You can’t go through this again. You feel trapped, the walls are closing in on you and everyone is laughing at you. This is wrong. This is so wrong. You book it out of there. Leaving the two people alone with themselves.

You’re halfway home when they have their conversation.

“What happened?” she asked,

And he lied, like he’s been doing so many times recently, “Tommy’s been a dick. Tryna help ‘er out with my baby brother.”

—

Halloween night is a night in Jackson that feels so much like the real world. Costumes, candy, alcohol, boo’s, everything October should be. You needed to keep your mind off of him, that’s how you find yourself bartending with Tommy for Jackson’s halloween bash.

“Where’s your tail?” you scream over the loud party at Tommy, who’s pouring a drink on the rocks for some sexy bunny at the bar.

“I’m one’a those dogs without one.” he admits,

“Tommy…i don’t think that’s a thing.” you laugh at him, “Look..” you shake your tail at him. “We were supposed to have matching tails.” you laugh.

You both planned on matching costumes, a sexy cat, and….a tailless dog?

It’s been a week since you’ve seen Joel, and you’re happy. You feel like a fool for throwing yourself at him, and being so shameless. He’s not worth it. He so is. No. He’s not. He is.

“Ya okay?” Tommy sees the inner argument with yourself, dragging a shot your way. “Take it. Make the night more fun.”

And boy was the night fun, watching all the different costumes in the room. Dancing behind the bar with Tommy, forgetting everything this month has done to you. You needed this, you really did. It’s well within the night and he hasn’t shown up.

You’re happy he hasn’t. Why does he get to ruin your night with his presence? Fuck him. Your drunk thoughts are heavy tonight, woo’ing at everything and shaking your tail whenever the band plays anything with a bass.

The bar encourages your shots, you and Tommy feeding each other them throughout the night. And when you both feel just drunk enough to not fear consequences, you hop on top of the bar laying down, pulling up your black shirt to reveal your stomach. Tommy pouring peach flavored run on you, and licking up your stomach to your rib cage to your chest, laughing as he slurps up the rest of the shot. The whole bar is cheering, and your eyes catch his finally.

Fuck he looks good. He’s in his cowboy hat, and has a rag around his neck. Denim shirt and those fucking boots. He’s everything you remembered him to be, and better. He’s gorgeous. And he’s looking right at you, his eyes burn into your body. He’s upset.

You turn to face the cheering crowd again smiling, and try to find him in the crowd again, but he’s lost. You don’t think about him for the rest of the night.

—

It’s just a little past midnight when you’re almost home. Appreciating the makeshift Halloween decorations, you come closer in view to your house.

Your heart drops as you see a figure near your door, now wishing you took Tommy up on that offer to walk you home.

You walk closer to your home, trying hard to quietly close in on the figure without him noticing. That is until your porch lights come on, and the figure is revealed. You jump slightly before you realize you’re safe. It’s Joel.

He turns around sloppily to look at you, scoffing as you come closer to your own property,

“Well look who finally decided to show up–” he hiccups, “Oh, it’s only 1 am.” he emphasizes.

“That’s when the party ended.” you’re not in the mood.

“Guess you didn’t want any more bodyshots huh? Had to come home cause–” hiccup, “there was no one else to bat your pretty lil eyes at?”

Oh he’s drunk. You smile to yourself, feeling almost happy you’ve now gotten to see the always put together man not put together.

“Come inside,” you walk past him and unlock your door, “You’re trashed.”

“I’m not trash.” he whispers drunkenly to himself as he walks in behind you, completely mishearing what you said.

He belches up beer bubbles as he walks further in, he rubs his eyes as he stumbles to your living room couch. Falling to it with a loud “thump”

You decide this is your time to annoy him. He shows up to your house drunk and unannounced…you figure you’re allowed to berate him.

“Don’t speak for a week, now this?” you question, plopping down next to him. Crossing your legs into themselves.

“I ain’t had the best night.” he admits, grunting as lays back.

“This the part where you want me to ask what happ–” he interrupts you, “Vannesa ain’t want nothing to do with me no more.”

At this moment, you know you’ve wanted to hear those words for months. You want to smile and laugh and feel great, but watching him like this makes you feel the exact opposite. You feel bad for him. Seeing him in pain like this, you just want to make it better.

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter.” he states dryly,

“But it does,”

“No…the only thing that matters right now–” he slides himself over to you, pushing you down as both his hands catch your wrists, forcing your thighs around his big ribcage, “is you”

You start to laugh, having a giggling fit underneath him. His face scrunches in confusion, mesmerized by your smiles lines, “Why ya laughin, princess?” he asks, and you use all your force to push him off you. Earning a small but stern, “hey,” in defeat from him.

“Go to sleep. You’re drunk and reek of IPA.” you push him down further, pointing at him and mouthing “stay”

You work on getting his boots off for him, unlacing and unbuckling them, pulling them off and placing them next to him. Your hand traces the rag around his neck, finding the knot in the back, and before you’re able to help, he grabs your wrist, pulling you down closer to him,

“I don’t want you workin’ at the bar anymore.” his voice is low, but has a tint of malice to it

“Who are you to tell me that?” you answer him defensively,

“Someone who cares about whether men gauk at you,” he’s upset,

“You have no right to tell me what to do.” you double down on that, wondering where this has come from all of a sudden. Why does he think he has any say in what you do with your life, when just a week ago he was making sure your lives were never melded again.

He lets go of your hand and slouches back against the couch, “Fine, maybe I don’t have a right. It still upsets me.” For someone who’s drunk right now, he sure does explain himself far better than when he’s sober.

“Let’s talk in the morning.” you begin helping him take his shirt off, looks like some sort of drink spilled on him. As you get close to him, unbuttoning the denim, feeling odd at how this exact scenario plays entirely different just a week ago, he reaches up and tries to kiss you. You swerve him. “You smell like Jack Daniel’s and Cigars,” you say in disgust,

“You smell like Vanilla and cotton candy,” he says in a dreamy voice, he catching you off guard as he grabs your hand again and sucks your pointer finger, and you feel the vibration of his groan on you as you pull away hastily, you push him down and once again warn him,

“Stay. Sleep.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You grab him some lukewarm water and whatever pills you’re able to muster up for the hangover you know he’s going to have in the morning. You place down the items next to him, and notice he’s already out cold.

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You’re dreaming of him. His hands on your body, tearing you apart. The way his beard would rub against your thighs as you squirm beneath him. God, it feels so good to dream like this. To have a place you both can be so unapologetically together. Your body is heating up, you feel yourself slipping away from the dream world. You don’t want to leave, you feel too good. You wanna stay. You wanna, — oh,

You jolt up and moan as you feel yourself gushing, the feeling of your hips pushed down to prevent you from squirming are extremely evident and real as you look down and see a messy bead of brown curls between your legs. “Good mornin’,” his southern twang evident in his sultry voice as he continued to lick stripes up your fold,

“Joel–what, what are you doing?” you question through your breaths, your eyes shut as your body tenses from his lips suctioning onto your clit, he groans and the vibrations send signals to your spine to arch, moaning his name loudly as you do,

“Thanking you for taking such good care of me last night.” his hot breath against you cunt,

Your head turns to look outside, still dark. It can’t be past 4am. Your head is forced to look back down as you scream from shock at the loud ‘slap’ you hear as his hand collides forcefully down on your cunt, rubbing and playing with you as you’re dazed out from sleep.

“Such a good princess for me, always so good for me.” he praises as his lips go back to your core, his strong tongue entering your and pistoling back and forth inside of you. Your hand reaches to grab hold of his curls, his arm, his hand splaying out across your lower stomach to hold you still, he’s all over you, he’s all around you. You never want to be woken up another way.

“Wanna feel you come on my tongue darlin’, can you do that?” you whimper, your hands holding the pillow next to you in a death grip, your eyes locked onto one another as you shake your head frantically,

“Words. I need words.” he slaps down on your cunt, offering a sigh of pain from you as you obey his command, “I can do that. I can do it. Please, Joel”

He says your name sternly, forcing your eyes to yet again stay locked into his brown one. God he’s beautiful, between your thighs and sprawled out on your bed. He couldn’t help himself when he woke up, head banging from the endless amount of liquor he’d ingested. He saw the water, the pills, his boots perfectly placed next to him. Even when he was out of line, you did all this for him. You gave him a safe space, even when he took away all of yours. Walking to come find you, he saw your halloween costume in various places in your room, your body on its back and breathing peacefully. God you’re amazing. He knew that, his eyes trailing down your body, your night down short and silk. Do you always sleep in this? Easy access. He thinks, and his mind can’t stop his body from pulling your sheets down, hands finding your calves and trailing up the sides of your thighs. Finding the one spot he knows is his, he’s going to take it.

And that’s exactly what he does when he elicits the loudest noises from you when his tongue is inside of you, lapping up your juices as his fingers rub tight circles on your clit. He’s taking, taking, taking, and boy do you have so much to give him. He groans painfully into you as you pull his long locks while you cum on, rubbing your core on his face, feeling his nose on you as he pulls his fingers away. You rub yourself on his face for a little longer, twitching at the aftershocks of what only he knows how to pull from you. Sinking back down into the bed as your heavy breathes even out. Come still dripping from you as he carefully places your nightgown back over yourself, kneeling out from between your legs and crawling next to you in bed. Pulling the covering up onto you and him.

It’s not lost on you how much you know this changes so much for you. And when his large hands pull you into his chest, feeling his warm stomach against your back. You don’t have to ask him to stay, he just does.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #joel miller x you

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alexfromjersey · 7 months

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𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 & 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: it's jenna's last day in new york. jah contemplates a career move

warnings: mature language, a male

a/n: imma be honest with y’all….I lost all the creativity for this book. I was struggling to find a path for it but I found one and I hope you guys enjoy it. (Vc: sensei.klx on TikTok)

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THE NEXT DAY

"Our baby is big as a lemon right now. At this stage, our baby's intestines and vocal cords are developing. Tiny bones are also beginning to form in the arms and legs. This is so fascinating" Jenna gushed as she leaned more into your side.

You were currently focused on the intense game of baseball as your feet were propped on your coffee table. The two of you were enjoying each other's company until Jenna had to leave for London to film Beetlejuice 2 later tonight.

"Are we going to have a baby shower?" You asked.

"Yeah just a small one though and a little more into my pregnancy, maybe when I'm around 30 weeks" Jenna answered.

You nodded at your girlfriend. Your attention is then stolen by the Yankees vs. Padres baseball game on the TV. Jenna continued looking at the information the pregnancy app provided on her phone. Suddenly, the buzzer to your apartment goes off. You go to the buzzer, "Who is it?"

"Yuh Mada" Delyse responded. You buzz your mother in and unlock the door so she can come in. You then sat back down next to Jenna. A few minutes later, Del burst into the apartment with multiple bags in her hands.

You sighed, "Ma what is all that?"

"Nothing for you, some of this is for Jenna and...maybe the baby. Anyway, Jenna since you are leaving tonight I packed you a little pregnancy kit. I got you some prenatal vitamins, ginger & peppermint for any nausea you may get, and raspberry leaves for your iron and it can increase milk production if you decide to breastfeed" Del listed off.

Jenna's heart swelled at your mother's thoughtfulness, "Thank you so much Ms. Delyse. I appreciate this."

"Oh sweetie, us mothers have to stick together and watch over one another" Del smiled at the young woman.

"Do I get anything?" You ask.

"You get a non-cranky baby mother" Del replied to you.

You playfully glare at your mother. Del handed Jenna the bag of her stuff and sat opposite the couple. The buzzer to your apartment goes off again. You groan in frustration and confusion about who it could be.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"Davis" Davis answered. You buzzed him in and sat in your spot again. Soon after, Davis walks in with a flyer in his hand.

"Hey, Ms. Del I haven't seen you in a minute. How was Jamaica?" Davis asked.

"Wonderful. I needed that vacation" Del answered.

"I feel that. I need a vacation too. I haven't been on one in months" Davis said and sat in the empty spot next to you and Jenna.

"We should plan to go to the Bahamas" You suggest.

"Oh let's do it I've always wanted to go to the Bahamas," Davis said.

You then notice the flyer in his hand, "What's that?"

"Oh, that's why I came over here. This is a music competition, winner gets a five million dollar record deal with Passion Records. I saw that Twitter video of you singing, you should sign up" Davis proposed.

"Nah I'm good" You declined.

Davis looked at you in shock, "What? Why not?"

"I don't wanna be under another label. I've done it before and it went sideways. I don't want people telling me what music to make or getting the majority of the money I worked hard for" You explained and shrugged your shoulders.

"But it can expose you to different opportunities so you can propel yourself properly in the industry. You don't have to stay under a label forever" Davis said.

You sighed, "I don't know I'll think about it."

"Well, you better think about it sooner than later. The deadline to submit your demo is in two weeks" Davis informed you and handed you the flyer.

You read over it and the information on the paper. Submission deadline ends on June 15th at 11:59 pm. Any type of music is accepted but it has to be under three minutes. Five million dollar record label with Passion Records. You heard about the label, but before signing with the local one, you tried numerous times to get a rep. to listen to your music. You never got a response from them. But now you have a chance to finally pursue your dream of being a global sensation in music. A dream you've had since you were 8 and went to your first concert.

Maybe it would be a great opportunity.

"We still going to the courts around 1?" Davis asked.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Sisqo owes me my $50 from the last game" You said.

"What's the courts?" Jenna questioned.

"Basketball courts around the corner from her. Me and Davis always play a pickup game with some friends from the block every Friday" You answered.

"Oh, can I come?" Jenna asked.

"Of course. You can see me whoop some ass in basketball" You smirked.

🤰🏻🩵

"Jah!" You heard Davis yell from your right. Your eyes glance at Davis who was getting pressed by his defender. You knew if you passed it to him, he was either going to lose the ball or shoot and miss. You were down by 2 and if the other team scored it was game over. You had to play smart.

You pass it to Davis but you sprinted behind him to shake your defender. You were successful and got to the corner where Davis passed it to you. You caught it and immediately shot a three. You watched as it swished in the net, winning you the game.

"Yeah, buddy!" You exclaimed excitedly.

Jenna clapped and cheered on the sidelines while you and Davis dapped each other up. She sat back down in her seat while you started talking to the other team. She was surprised she even sat through the whole basketball game. She was more into soccer than any other sport but pick-up basketball was entertaining.

"Mind if I sit here?" A soft voice brought Jenna out of her thoughts. She looked to her right and saw an angelic woman. She looked like a Disney princess.

"No, no go for it" Jenna smiled. She grabbed her book from beside her but she felt eyes burning into the side of her head. She looked and saw the woman staring at her with recognition in her eyes.

"My apologies for staring at you but I love your work. Wednesday is currently my favorite series right now. You also did your thing in the Scream movies" The woman complimented.

"Thank you so much" Jenna gave the woman another smile.

"You know I never expected to run into you in the Bronx. This is the last place I ever thought" The woman chuckled.

Jenna nervously chuckled, "Yeah...just hanging and watching some basketball."

She didn't want to deal with a fan's pressing questions. She knew she should've put her disguise on. But luckily, Jenna relaxed a little when she saw you look at the woman with recognition in her eyes. Jenna watched as you tapped Davis rapidly on his arm and pointed toward the bleachers.

"Yo Diana, I ain't know you were gon' be here" You smiled and gave her a side hug.

Davis, on the other hand, was staring at her like a lovesick puppy.

"Yeah I was just walking by and I saw the two of you. Thought I'd stop and say hello...hey Davis" Diana smiled at Davis.

"H-Hey Diana" Davis nervously waved back.

You and Jenna smirked at each other while watching. Davis is a nervous mess in front of Diana.

"Oh Jenna, this is Diana, Diana this is Jenna. The three of us went to school together along with her twin sister Stacey" You said.

At the mention of the name Stacey, jealousy flushed through her as she remembered the night of the Met Gala. The beautiful girl that was attached to your hip like glue all night, posting you any chance she got.

"How is Stacey?" You asked.

"Good. She went back to Spelman last week but she'll be back for summer break" Diana told you. You nodded, took a sip of your water, and sat in front of Jenna.

"Word? I ain't know she got into Spelman. What is she going for?" You asked.

"Major in Music and minor in Theatre & Performance. Same as me just at a different school" Diana answered.

Unconsciously, you leaned back in between Jenna's legs. She placed her head on top of yours and her arms on your shoulders.

Diana smirked, "Y'all are cute together."

"I'm cute all the time" You playfully said.

"Mhmm I don't know about that. You have your moments" Jenna commented.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa you gon' do me like that babe. That's wild" You exclaimed.

"All I said was you have your moments. We got our moments too" Jenna defended playfully. Diana let out a giggle at the two of you.

"Speaking of cute, you should holla at Davis. Don't think I don't see the way you keep glancing over at him" You smirk.

"Uh...I don't know. I just got out of a relationship, a bad one at that. I don't think I'm ready for another one just yet" Diana vacillated.

"You don't have to jump into another relationship. I'm just saying to you know talk to him and become friends. But if you don't wanna do it, that's fine I'm not gonna force you or anything" You said.

Diana glanced at Davis again who looked up this time from his bag and smiled at her. She looked down to hide the blush that appeared on her cheeks. She then went into her purse and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote her number and walked down the bleaches.

"I have to go but call me whenever you aren't busy" Diana smiled at him and placed the paper in his hands. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking off the court.

"I'm the best wingwoman ever aren't I" You smiled.

"Uh I've seen better" Jenna shrugged.

You suck your teeth as she laughed, "You a hater bruh."

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"Tap, tap, and then we lock our middle fingers. End it off with a fist bump and touch thumbs" You explain to Jenna and demonstrate the handshake you guys just came up with. The two of you came back from the basketball courts and went back to Jenna's hotel room so the actress could finish packing.

"I don't want to leave" Jenna pouted as the both of you sat on the floor against her bed. It was getting closer to the time for Jenna to leave for the airport and she was having a hard time. The both of you were really, you just kept to yourself.

"You could always call me you know. No matter the time, I'll always pick up for you" You said sincerely.

Truth be told, it was nice to finally have someone around. Someone new.

“You'll pick up at any time?" Jenna questioned amused.

"Yep. I'm an insomniac so 9 times out of ten I'll be up doing absolutely nothing productive" You chuckled.

Jenna giggled, "I'm going hold you to that."

The two of them sat in a comfortable silence looking out at the sun setting sky. Neither of you uttered a word but your eyes slowly drifted to the woman next to you. The orange color bounced off her skin beautifully, making her freckles pop even more than before. You've seen your fair share of beautiful women but nothing compared to her.

"Take a picture it'll last longer" Jenna spoke softly.

You pulled your phone and quickly captured a picture of the actress.

Jenna chuckled, "No way, you actually took a picture."

"You told me too. Now, I have an exclusive picture of Jenna Ortega. Should I sell it to these paparazzi weirdos?" You joked.

"Do it. I bet you'll make a fortune" Jenna replied.

Suddenly, a ding is heard from Jenna's phone. She grabbed it from the nightstand and sighed as she looked at the person who texted her.

Nancy The Manager: we're outside

Jenna pouted as she read the message. She was hoping she got at least another hour with you but the universe didn't want to lift her spirits.

"They're here" Jenna grumbled.

You stood up from the floor and slipped on your slides. You grabbed her bags and Jenna got her airport outfit on. She checked to make sure she had everything before the two of you walked to the elevator.

After the elevator takes you to the hotel parking garage, you help place her bags in the trunk before you turn to her.

"I'm going to miss you" Jenna sniffled.

"Imma miss you too Hollywood" You pouted. The two of you hug each other tightly, not wanting to let go. But before she left, you bent down to be level with her small protruding stomach.

"Aight listen, it's just gon' be you and momma for a couple of months. You two take care of each other, if she is overworking herself, you better tell her to sit her ass down somewhere" You added, "Mama loves you and I'll be waiting here for the both of you to come back." You kiss her stomach and stand up.

"Why would you do that? Now I'm crying" Jenna cried and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes.

You chuckled, "I just to let it be known."

Jenna wiped the tears from her face and climbed into the SUV.

"Call or text whenever you land," You said.

"I will" Jenna reassured.

You then step back from the SUV. Big L climbs into the driver's side and after a moment pulls off. Jenna blew you a kiss which you caught and you waited until you couldn't see them anymore to walk to your car and eventually left the hotel.

The journey to the airport was a quiet one. Jenna was scrolling through her social media, which is rare for the girl. Music was blasting in her ears as she didn't want to engage with anyone, especially Hudson. She was still furious with the male after the stunt he pulled with her family. She didn't even spare him a glance as she got into the SUV, which stung him a little.

After almost an hour, Jenna finally arrived at Teterboro Airport. She was flying private this time and she didn't know why but she was secretly thankful that she didn't have to deal with the regular airport this time.

Everyone checked in and was walking to the private jet. It was small and nothing too extravagant which she liked. She just wanted to get from point A to point B safely.

The young actress was the first to step onto the plane but halted in her steps as she came face to face with someone she didn't want to see.

"Ah, nice to see you again Jenna. It's been a long time" Corneilo smiled at the girl.

Jenna looked behind her at Nancy and Hudson and saw the same shocked look on their faces.

"Please settle down and let's prepare for take-off," Neil said and pointed to the seat in front of him.

Jenna hesitated before slowly sitting in the seat in front of him, "You usually don't do in-person meetings."

"Yeah, but we have much to discuss. Things that couldn't be said over a video chat" Neil shrugged.

Nancy and Hudson hurriedly took a seat behind the two. Jenna was on edge, she was tense in her seat and she wanted nothing more than to be in your comfort again.

"Champagne?" Neil offered.

"No I'm good" Jenna declined.

The Cuban man nodded and down his glass of champagne before pouring himself another.

"What do we have to discuss?" Jenna asked impatiently.

Neil grinned, "I'm sure you know Jenna."

Jenna unconsciously hooked her arms around her stomach. She knew the man in front of her was unpredictable, she needed to be on guard the whole time.

"Do you remember why the court signed that paper Jenna?" Neil questioned.

"Because they wanted to keep the tradition going of a man ruling over a woman's life" Jenna retorted.

Neil let out a breathy laugh, "No...it's because you're reckless. That paper was designed to save you. Save you from the destructive road you were speeding down. The same road you found yourself back on."

Jenna didn't respond to him, just glared at him.

"20 years old and pregnant with a child by a talentless rat from the hood at the top of her career. Do you know how that makes me look? That I can't keep my clients in check because they do whatever they want to" Neil hissed.

"I care less about how it makes you look" Jenna snapped at the older man.

This makes Neil snap, at the speed of lighting he reaches over the table and grabs Jenna by her throat. Jenna tried to pull his hand away from her but was unsuccessful.

"You seem to forget who's in charge here. I'm the one in charge. I have the final say in what you can and cannot do, and who you can and cannot be with. I own you, Jenna. So when I tell you to jump, you ask how high. No sassy comeback, no attitude. Nothing." Neil snarled.

“Let her go Neil” Hudson glared at the older boy.

Neil’s eyes then snapped to Hudson. He let go of Jenna who was breathing heavily with tears running down her face. The older male then made his way to Hudson. He stopped just a breath away from him.

“Little Hudson Maverick, rich daddy’s boy that doesn’t know when to mind his business. A flaw of his that’s going to get him into some trouble in the future. How is mommy doing by the way? She still seeing that private exercise trainer on Thursdays and Saturdays during your father’s meetings?” Neil taunted the boy.

Nancy stood up from her seat, “That’s enough Corneilo.”

Neil then turned to look at the woman with a smirk on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but an alarm goes off on his watch.

“Hmph, dodge a bullet there Nancy” Neil commented. He smoothed out his suit and looked at them with a smile, "Enjoy the flight." He then left the private jet.

Once he left, Nancy slid next to Jenna. The young actress then gripped her shirt as she sobbed into her side.

a/n: y’all going to hate me…and possibly not hate me a little bit after 🙂

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#jenna ortega #g!p reader #jenna ortega x reader #nycxhollywood #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x oc #Spotify

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beetled-juice · 4 months

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Pink Cloud

@frog-scream your post shook the cobwebs from my brain, so please accept my humble offering of my take on your idea.

I wrote this in 20 minutes at 5 in the morning btw, please forgive me

NSFW content is implied in this, but you don't actually get any (unlike Beej)

It was only after you’d both fallen onto the bed more naked than clothed that you noticed the curtains were open.

At first you’d tried to pry him off of you so you could get up and close them, mortified at the idea of the neighbors seeing something they shouldn’t, but Beetlejuice can be very persuasive when he chooses to be. His hands had traced up and down your sides, and his mouth had quickly captured yours to stop any protesting on your part. The feeling of him pressed up against you coupled with the few extra hands incessantly tugging at your remaining clothing had distracted you enough to forget about the window, and instead you fell back into the gentle heat sparking between you.

It was only now as you both tried to catch your breath that you saw the open curtains again. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed, or to even care if someone had seen anything - not so long as you had Beetlejuice sprawled out on the bed next to you. His fingers were absentmindedly tracing patterns along your skin, and he was chattering away about something that probably wasn’t best suited for “pillow talk”. Looking past him to the window, you could see the last rays of the day’s light casting a pink and orange glow on the clouds as they floated past. The room was now lit with the warm glow of early evening, softening the edges of everything as it filled the space. A quick glance back at Beetlejuice quickly turned into unabashed staring as you realized that his hair was the same blush pink as the sky. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and bury your hands in it, wondering if it would feel the same as if you were touching the clouds.

“…and then, I possessed the frogs an-, wait, babes, are you listening? The kid's bio class loved this shit!” Shaken from your thoughts, you reached forward to pull him into a slow and gentle kiss. You slipped your fingers up into his hair, scratching at his scalp before threading the strands between your fingers. While they were definitely greasier and more gunk-filled than a cloud could ever be, they had a silky softness that so perfectly embodied their cotton candy color. Breaking the kiss with a quiet sigh, you pulled away to settle back on the bed. Beetlejuice still had his eyes closed, but after a moment he slowly blinked them open.

“What was that about?” he asked, his dark eyes wide as he melted into your side. Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer.

“Oh nothing, just… you were right not to close the curtains,” you said, pressing a kiss to his still-pink hair.

“Oh, is that why you were so worked up? The thought of people seeing us do it? Babes, I knew you had a freaky side just waiting to come out! Hey, next time we could have the window open too, give the neighbors a little audio with the visual if you get what I mean.” Rolling your eyes, you let him ramble on about the inappropriate and potentially illegal things he’d like to try, all the while watching as the pink faded from the sky. Though the sun was rapidly setting and taking its light with it, you were content to hold your own personal pink cloud in your arms for the rest of the night.

#beetlejuice x reader #musical beetlejuice x reader #nsft #my stuff #good to know that even after a few months of scattered involvement in the fandom i can still whip out a silly ficlet in one go #i love the bugman and he still haunts my brain <3

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bunniesanddeer · 1 month

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Going Straight to Hell

Posting these works from my AO3 here, for you all to enjoy, if that is your thing. I have not set up my 18+ taglist yet, so it is not on this post. If you want to be tagged in 18+ works, reply to my pinned post with a '+' after your reply, so I know. I will make an updated version of those to lists later :).

This is Alastor's POV! "Bound To Hell" is the other work, which is from the Reader's perspective, and will be posted shortly.

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Extremely dark, slightly manipulative Alastor, discussions of rape and child abuse, Demon deals, revenge, murder, and cannibalism. This is 18+!!! MINORS DNI. Seriously. Please.

Word Count: 7,887

They are curled up against the wall, tucked in the corner of their bed, when he finds them. They are mumbling and shivering. Their eyes are scrunched up tightly, and their hands are wrapped around their upper arms, knuckles white with the intense grip. He knows right away that, whatever has happened, has allowed him this possibility for victory. He, however, wants to know what called him to this place. It’s then that his ears finally catch what they are mumbling.

“Please,” their little voice cries. “Anyone. I need this to end. I need help.” A sob rips from their throat, and they ball their body up tighter. He watches as their blunt little nails scratch and pull at the skin on their arms. “Please just help me end it. I’ll do anything.”

He watches with interest as they suddenly stop, their body going rigid. They whip their head up, peering around the room, and he realizes; the little creature can sense him.

“Who’s there?” Their voice is softer than it was when they were begging, but the anguish isn’t tainting it any longer.

‘Interesting,’ he thinks to himself. He looks around the room. He can’t physically manifest without them calling for him specifically, but he can communicate with them. The room is rather small, with only a few select pieces of furniture. There is a dresser, their bed, and a little desk. On the desk, he recognizes a radio, although it looks a little different from the ones in his day. He snaps his fingers and the radio flickers to life, static booming from the little speakers.

The little thing on the bed jumps, clearly startled by the sudden burst of sound, but they don’t move.

“Hello?” They call. Their eyes flicker around the room more intensely, trying to catch sight of something, but he knows they won’t find anything.

He decides that it’s time to announce himself properly.

“HEL-”

They scream as he tries to greet them. “What the FUCK!”

They flatten themselves against the wall, breath coming to them rapidly. He should’ve seen that coming, but their interruption doesn’t annoy him any less regardless.

“Hello! Can I speak now?” He gives them a moment to take in where his voice is coming from. They hit the mark, their eyes narrowing as they stare at their little radio.

“Are you talking to me,” They ask, quietly. Their little hands scratch their knees, eyes wide and anxious. He’s sure with the low light of the room that they can’t see much, but they stare like they can.

“Ha! Of course, I’m talking to you!” He laughs at the expression on their face as they deflate. It looked like someone had cut their strings with the way they slackened. “I couldn't help but hear you calling for help, dear!”

They look skeptical for a moment, but they say nothing, just politely putting their hands into their lap.

“You seem to be having quite the problem, and I’d like to offer my services!” His voice warbles through the speakers, his volume nearly pushing them to their limits. The little human looks concerned, glancing over at their door as if they just realized how loud he was being. He didn’t want anything to ruin his chances, so he opted to lower his voice. “However, I can’t help you unless you call my name with the intention of making a deal. It’s the rules, unfortunately.”

A wry smile flits across their face. “Like Beetlejuice?”

“I have no idea what that is, my dear.” Modern humans and their strange references to things he has never heard of. Who would want juice made from bugs?

“Ah,” They mutter. They are quiet for a moment, the static from the radio being the only sound in the room.

“I don’t know what your name is,” They say some time later. They’re frowning, and he realizes that they will need more convincing.

“I’ll tell you in just a moment! Fret not!” He thinks through all the best approaches he could take. Intimidation wouldn’t work. They were still alive, and on top of that, from the tear tracks still etched into their face, it might push them too far. They didn’t look like they wanted anything extravagant, and he still had yet to find out what they were calling help for. He’d have to offer help vaguely, while trying to coax it out of them. “I just wanted to tell you that I could help you with whatever your problem might be, if only you called me. Nothing is too big or small.”

They turn their head away from the radio, glaring at the door that has remained steadfastly closed. Their little fists tightened, and something dark flashed across their face. He wanted to understand it, grasp at it and pull it back onto their face.

“What’s your name,” they ask. Their voice is a little louder now, filled with courage. That courage filling up their breast, and bolstering their words will be their downfall, he is sure.

“The name’s Alastor, darling! Who might I be speaking to?”

They frown. “Shouldn’t you know my name?” They cock their head and twist their hands together.

‘Aw, the little thing is all confused. Must think I’m something else. Time to correct that assumption.’ The static turns up a notch as his power settles over the room. “No, dear. I am a demon, straight from Hell, here to provide you my services!”

Dread drips down their face, slowly, and then all at once. Ha! He must be turning their little world upside down! He takes more time to observe their reaction, quite enjoying the way their little frame shakes and shivers. They look incredibly distraught, and although he has a guess as to why, he wants to hear it straight from them.

“Why the long face, dear?” He laughs, static popping and crackling as he does. He watches with satisfaction as tears drip down their face.

“I guess I should have known that if there was some higher power, they wouldn’t help me. Guess it would end up being some demon.” A bitter laugh rips from their throat, and they curl in on themself again.

Anger briefly ripples through Alastor as he stares at their weak little body. “I’m not just some demon, darling. I’m the Radio Demon! Powerful overlord of Pentagram City!” He tries to hold back some of his anger, but it leaks into his voice anyway. They pop their head up, and glare weakly.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” They shift, lying down on their side, clearly done with the conversation. “I’ll think about it. If you’re actually real, and not just some strange thing my mind made up to keep me here.”

“Well then! I will speak to you again, dear! Remember, just call my name with intention, and I’ll appear!” His voice filters through the speakers one last time, before he flicks his wrist, and it turns off. He watches the little human go still in their bed, eyes still wide open and staring at the empty space of their room. They are a strange thing, but he is sure that he will get them to make a deal. It is only a matter of time.

He’s sitting at Husker’s bar, trying to annoy him with jokes, when static tingles the back of his mind. It starts slow, so he tries to ignore it. “My dear man, what do you call a funny mountain?”

Husker glared, his tail swishing rapidly behind him. His ears were pinned back, and he was barely refraining from baring his teeth at Alastor. “How many times do I gotta tell you? Fuck off, and take yer stupid jokes with you.”

“Ha! No!” Alastor lets his grin widen as he leans in to tell the rest of the joke. However, the static turns into a harsh tug, and he is silenced. His eyebrows furrow, despite his smile staying put. What in Hell could have done that?

Husker chuckles to himself, popping the cap off a bottle. “Why so quiet? Cat got yer’-” Alastor doesn’t hear the rest of what he says as his form dissolves. He’s getting called! He should have remembered. The pesky little human was going to be fun, if it was them who called.

When his body puts itself back together again, he grins wickedly. The little creature he’d spoken to recently had indeed called on him. Their room is brighter this time, a little lamp on their desk turned on. They are also not on the bed this time, but on the floor, back to their closed door. Their eyes grow impossibly wide when they see him appear. Their hands grab onto the carpet, trying to keep themself from collapsing.

Alastor takes in the sight of them with a nasty grin. He feels empowered by the fear warping their features. He calls his microphone and spins it idly as he stares at them. The demon cocks his head, their little eyes tracking the movement, as if afraid he’ll disappear.

“You’re real,” they whisper, little voice cracking. With an act of courage that nearly impresses him, they crawl forward a bit before standing on thin, shaky legs.

“That I am, my dear!” He leans his body towards them, trying to see just how far their courage will go. He can see their chest stutter as they try to hold their ground. Alastor gets his face inches from theirs before they finally wince, backing up.

“Uh, sir, you smell real bad,” they say, face scrunched up. They have their hands up in a faux surrender, as if that would annoy him less.

“What?” He asks, static heavy in his voice. That was absolutely not what he had been expecting. Is that why they had backed up? There was no way! He had two feet on them, and on top of that a clearly demonic aura. It was absolutely not his smell.

“Yeah, sorry. You smell like an overripe corpse. It’s downright fowl.” They perch themself on their bed, pulling at a loose thread from a blue blanket. When they finally look back at him, they apologize. “Right, uh, sorry. Meant to introduce myself, but that really threw me off track. Hi.” They tell him their name, hand lightly waving.

He repeats their name back to them with a flourish of his mic. “Well, hello to you too! I was quite hoping you’d call on me, and now here we are!” His grin widens, his malicious intent leaking into it. “Are you ready to make a deal?”

They shake their head, mind clearly made up. “No, I wanted to-”

His anger at being bothered for nothing causes him to overreact, something that hadn't happened in Hell for quite some time. Shadows lick at the edges of the room, and the lamps’ light seems to fail to diffuse into the room. His own shadow extends, it’s head crawling across the ceiling and looming over the little human. Alastor’s form warps and twists, bones cracking as he grows even larger, antlers extending several feet. He looms over the little human, and he watches as they promptly burst into tears. As his maw opens, he realizes that he might have just ruined his chances for their soul. His form immediately dissipates as he takes control of himself again.

“Oh dear, I hadn’t meant to frighten you! Merely lost some of my self-control, there, dearest!” He forces some extra joviality into his tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere. He finally takes stock of them, and realizes he might have indeed pushed it too far. They are all the way on the bed, back against the wall, fat tears falling down their cheeks. They have a blanket in their hands, covering up their legs, as if it would protect them from him.

He places his hands behind his back, trying to think of a way to get everything back to where it was before. Alastor cocks his head, his ears tilting just slightly in their direction as he opens his mouth-

“I’m sorry,” they mumble. They are looking at his shoes, too scared to look in his eyes. “I just wanted to know how a deal would work, so I could make one with all the information I needed.”

Alastor internally winces, feeling a little jingle-brained. He should have realized. Humans like to know the details sometimes, and he should be glad! It meant that they were smarter than average. He’d get use out of their pathetic little soul. He spots the chair pushed into their little desk, and decides to take a seat, if only to calm the tension in the room. With a wave of his hand, the chair pulls back, and he takes a seat.

“Sorry, darling! Hadn’t meant to give you the heebie-jeebies. I got a little ahead of myself!” He props his head up with one hand under his chin, his other hand twirling his microphone stand. “Do you have questions? You can ask away!”

They seem to calm down a modicum, letting the blanket go. “What… what do I have to give you, in a deal?” The look on their face tells him they already know, but they still ask. Alastor loves it! This brave little thing, providing him with such a need to laugh!

He leans forwards, his eyes hooded as his grin grows hungry. “Your soul. And because you’re still living, your life as well, depending on what you want. Your soul would be mine for eternity, and you would serve me in Hell.”

They don’t seem shocked, only resignation shaping their expression. Such a strange thing to see. He wanted to pry open their skull and know all the reasons why. His claws itched at the thought of taking their life. He’d drench himself in their blood, gorge himself on-

“I was going to kill myself anyway, so you can have it.” Their voice is flat, and their eyes are glassy. The thought is entertaining, but the look on their face isn’t. He much prefers expression! He wants drama, and passion!

“Oh, were you?” He goads, his hands flexing as he watches their eyes shift to him. They hold his gaze steady.

“Yes. No matter what happens, I’ll end up dead. If I do it this way, it’s on my own terms.” Then it happens again, something dark floods their face. Alastor feels something like glee fill up his chest. Whoever they’re thinking about is sure to suffer if the little human is given the chance. Oh, this he must see.

“Well, do tell! You can’t just leave me with that! Tell me what’s in that noodle of yours!” He swings his microphone stand to point at them. “Come on!”

They sigh, the dark look leaving. “Fine. I need you to tell me what you can do, first. What are the limits to this deal?”

He hums, trying to seem like he’s really thinking about it. There’s plenty he can do, even more in Hell than on Earth, but there’s still plenty. “I can do near anything, dear! Anything your little heart desires can be yours!”

They nod, and then they huff. “Fine. I’ll tell you what my problem is, and then I’m gonna tell you exactly what I hope to get out of this.” They sit up straighter, glaring at him as they do, and cross their arms. “It ain’t pretty, though, so don’t go blaming me if you get bored or grossed out by details.” They sneer at him, clearly trying to delay telling him.

“Oh darling, I promise I have seen and heard much worse. Worry not, your little head!” His grin widens, his teeth clenching together in anticipation. Their little sob story will provide him with just the right ammunition to pull them into a deal that definitely benefits him more.

Their eyes close, and he watches with delight as their eyes fill with despair.

“There is a man in my house that I have had the displeasure of living with for several years. I was thirteen when my mom met him.” Their eyes glaze over, and they’re scratching at their arms again. “He was nice at first, and he was good for my mom. She had been distraught when my dad died. I was the adult in the house for a little while, and then she met Ric- Richard. He had been really nice at first. He helped around the house. He got my mom into therapy. Encouraged me in my classes. He made it clear he wasn’t trying to replace my dad, but he was good for a while. My mom loved him. They got married. He adopted me some time after that. Things were good.”

Their eyes open, and flick to him, and he sees it. There are flames dancing in their eyes. Hell is raging in them, and they desperately want it out. Alastor’s chest tingles, and his hands itch. His excitement fills his whole body up as he watches their every little move. He’s waiting for the rest of their sordid tale with verve.

“The first time he touched me, I was fourteen. Mom was over at the hospital with grandma overnight. I was home with Ri- Richard alone. It was the first time it had happened. I was in the kitchen, reaching for something in a cabinet, and he came up behind me. He grabbed my ass, and squeezed hard. I remember being too shocked to really say anything. I just stumbled back, watching him as he laughed it off. He didn’t apologize, just said he hadn’t meant to.

“I spent a couple of days trying to decide if I should tell my mom. I didn’t get the chance. She got into a car accident leaving work. Died before we could even get to the hospital.”

A bitter laugh wracks their body as they watch him. “Wanna guess who I got stuck with, because this motherfucker adopted me?”

Alastor’s elation had been slowly dying down as he realized what would in fact occur in their story. His smile had stayed, but the fervor in which it had grown ebbed away. He had always hated the disgusting, revolting act of rape. He had taken great pleasure in ripping apart the bodies of rapists back in the good old days. Part of Alastor wondered if he’d get to enjoy taking part in the act again. Still, he listened on to their story, trying to hide his shifting thoughts.

“Yeah. You can imagine that I’d get to properly mourn my mother, but I never got the chance. He’d crept into my bed that night, using his tears against me.” They gesture at themself. “I’m small, you know? I’ve been about this height since I was thirteen. Five feet and two inches. I’ve got nothing on him, especially because at the time my weight was dwindling because of stress. You can imagine how damn easy it would be to toss me around like a rag doll.”

Alastor could very easily imagine it. They were quite small, even for human adults. He could wrap one of his hands clear around their little neck, maybe even their little waist. It’d be easy to throw them, so an adult man wouldn’t have too much trouble either. Alastor stopped his thoughts. He didn’t want to think further on it.

“He’s raped me, many, many times. I haven’t experienced a kind touch that wasn’t to trick me since my mom was alive. The motherFUCKER-” They sit up on their knees, hand falling forward to clutch the edge of their bed. They have a deranged look in their eyes, and it draws Alastor’s attention. They pant, a growl rumbling in their throat. “Has stopped me from going to school many times, so I couldn’t show up hurt. Then that fucking VIRUS happened, and no one could see what was happening to me. I was trapped. Now that things are fine again, I should be able to leave and get a job, but he’s trapping me here. I’m stuck!”

They let out a guttural yell, rolling off the bed and onto their feet. Their hands wave about them as they keep yelling. “He’s DESTROYED me. He’s taken and taken and taken from me! I’m fucking done.” They stop the pacing they had been doing for a moment, and look Alastor straight in the eyes. “I want to keep him from ever doing anything to anyone else. The justice system won’t fucking work. It never does! I want to rip his fucking heart from his chest while he watches. I want to make him beg, and scream like he’s done to me. I want to tear him to pieces over and over and-”

They collapse, tears drenching their face as they sob. He watches them pull at their hair, tugging at the soft locks harshly. Alastor, senses the opportunity, and with his head swirling with too many thoughts, gets down from the chair. He crouches beside them, taking one of their wrists in his hand softly. “Oh, do stop that, dear. You mustn’t do that. You want to look your best when we send you off to slaughter the man, don’t you?”

His voice sounds nearly soft, and it makes him want to gag. It wasn’t a lie that he thought they should stop ripping at their hair. He was going to make them look their best when they took revenge, and he couldn’t do that if they were missing a chunk of hair. He also couldn’t deny that he enjoyed their anger and the description of how they wanted to brutalize that slimy excuse of a human being. The thought of this tiny human, drenched in the blood of another, a satisfied grin on their face makes his chest squirm. What a delightful idea. He can imagine the look in their eyes now-

“Do you think I’d go to Heaven if I didn’t do it?” They ask, their sad, pathetic eyes watching him. His smile shifts. He can only push them not to consider abandoning their wish to kill the man. He doesn’t want them to abandon it, lest he lose his chance for a deal. He can’t force their hand, however. Working with someone still mortal makes it plenty difficult. He hated having his options limited.

“I am unsure, dear. Who knows why one gets to Heaven? There are plenty of sinners in Hell for the littlest of things. I want you to know, though, you sure won’t get to Heaven if you kill yourself!” He laughs, and it makes them glare at him, albeit weakly. He stands up, looking down at the woeful little heap on the floor. “You said you wanted him dead, darling! Now is your chance! Imagine all the other little boys and girls he’ll hurt if you let him live.”

Their eyes widen, and their little mouth open into a sad pout. It was a low-blow for sure, but it seemed to be just enough to push them forwards. He watches with deep pleasure as their expression hardens and they nod. He offers his hand to help them up, and they excerpt if, if only a little hesitant.

He tries to ignore how warm their little hand is, and how easily his sharp claws could tear through the thin barrier between him and their blood. “Now, are you ready to make a deal?”

They sigh, their shoulders dropping as they avoid his eyes. “Not today. I need some time to think about everything. Can you tell me what Hell is like? So I can get an idea of what I’m headed towards.”

Part of him was annoyed, but the rest was happy to see them looking for more information. A smart little soul that knows how to make a deal. He could already see them acclimating to Hell. Once they got their revenge, he could push them to seek more violence in Hell. Alastor was excited at the prospect of awakening their desire for violence, and seeing them covered in gore.

“Now that is a fun topic! Hell is full of vicious sinners; the worst of the worst! And just about everyone else too! Ha ha!” He laughs, thinking of how many pathetic little souls fall to Hell without a single idea of what they had done wrong. “There’s plenty of suffering! People out on the streets stabbing each other! Swindling each other out of everything they have! There’s even cannibals!”

They make a grossed out face, their nose scrunching softly. “Ew. That mean Dahmer’s down there?”

Alastor feels a tiny bit offended at their disgust with cannibals but responds to their little question anyway. “I do believe he has his own little picture show! I wouldn’t know. I find that drivel terribly boring.”

They snort, shaking their head at him. “You talk like an old man, demon.” They finally sit themself back on their bed, curling their legs beneath them, and covering themself in a blanket. “What else is there? You said it was a city?”

“Oh yes! There are other overlords, like myself, who run different parts of the city and of that ring of Hell. Sinners, mortal souls like you and me, reside in the topmost layer of Hell. People have entire lives there; houses, jobs, and all that fun! And then once a year the angels descend to slaughter whatever riffraff they can find on the street! And poof! Gone forever! It’s quite fun to watch.” He sits down in the chair, gesturing with his mic stand. The last extermination day had brought him the joy of the hotel, although they only had four months left to go to the next, he was quite excited.

They groan, tipping their head back, and all his eyes can focus on is the expanse of their thin neck as they move. Part of him deeply wants to sink his teeth into it, see how much of it they can take before their pretty, little voice cuts out forever, the rest of him just wants a tiny piece of them, and yet all of him does nothing. One of his claws scratches idly at the bottom of his microphone. He needs to keep his focus.

“There’s fucking capitalism in Hell? God dammit.” The grumpy look on their face makes him laugh again.

“Exactly, darling! God did damn it, and so it’s in Hell! Ha ha!” His teeth clack together, and his jaw aches. He needs to rip into something when he gets back.

They roll their eyes, clearly getting comfortable. They wave their hand at him, asking, “So you think I’d have a terrible time there? Can I expect to get shivved at the first opportunity?”

“Well, if you made a deal with me, there’d be nothing to worry about, dear! I take care of the things that are mine. The only one you would need to worry about is good old me! Of course, you would only experience my bad-side if you dared to disobey, but you don’t seem the type.” His grin stretches across his face, wider than it had been the whole visit. The idea of punishing them makes him anxious, jittery. He couldn’t explain why it felt different, but it still left some excitement running through him, so he ignored it.

They hum, and then their eyes catch the little round clock on the wall. Their entire body goes rigid, before they sit up straight. “I need you to leave. I should be able to make a deal next time, but I need to figure out how to word it.” Their eyes shift to the door. The little brows on their face scrunch together, and he watches as their entire being seems to shift. They look nearly limp, like a doll, and he realizes what must be the reason.

“Oh! He’s coming home, isn’t he? Why don’t you make a deal now, and get it over with?” He craves their mouth forming the word ‘yes’, but they let him down.

“I can’t. I have to do this the right way. I’m giving you my eternal soul, for forever. I need to make sure I don’t regret it.” Their eyes are slowly losing their fire, and he watches them wave at him. “Bye.”

His eyebrows furrow and his smile narrows. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy. “As you say, my dear. I expect you to call for me soon.” And in a flash of flames, he disappears from their room.

“Alastor!” The little princess exclaims when he appears in the lobby. “Where have you been? You’ve been gone all day!”

“Ah! I had some short-notice business with an associate of mine, unfortunately. I do apologize! I hope I haven’t caused a tizzy!” He laughs, and shifts his tone to sound sincere. The princess didn’t need to know that he was damning some poor lost soul. Oh, how angry she would be! Perhaps he’d get to see her little horns again! Always so much fun to see.

“Oh, that’s good! It really surprised us when you just ‘poofed’!” She mimics an explosion with her hands as she talks. “If you can let us know ahead of time, that would be great!”

Alastor nods amiably. “Of course, dear! Worry not, I’ll let you know! Speaking of which,” He twirls a bit, sending a wide grin at Husker, who is glaring at him from the bar. “I will have a meeting later this week. That will be last minute notice, so if I’m gone for a few hours later this week, that would be why. Worry not! I should be bringing a sweet, lost soul for you to help!”

Alastor turns his head so he can watch the excitement fill her large eyes. She predictably squeals, hopping on her toes a few times. “Really! Oh, yay! I can’t wait to meet them! Can you tell me anything about them? Oh! We should find out what their favorite food is! We can make it the day they come! Do you think-”

Alastor tunes Charlie out, humming to himself as he thinks on how he’ll need to prepare for their arrival. Although he is loath to admit it, a tiny part of him is just as excited to bring them to the hotel as Charlie is.

There it was again. That little tug that the call creates. Alastor was walking down the hallway, thinking of Charlie's plan to bring her father to the hotel, when it started. He could feel his excitement flare up again. It was time! Oh, what joy he would surely have today.

His body faded, and then he was there, standing in their tiny little room again. This time he focused on just how pathetically small they seemed. His ears scraped along the ceiling as he stalked towards them. Despite his looming, the little creature had a confident demeanor. Their arms were crossed, and they were dressed in actual clothing, this time! Not to his taste exactly, but better than the rags they had the last visit.

“Alastor,” They said, their voice firm. They kept their eyes directly on him, not shying or cowing away. At the call of his name, he bent down, putting his face as close as he could comfortably get.

“Yes, dear?” He felt such jubilation when they didn’t even flinch! What a creature! What a doll! He’d have so much fun with them, he was sure.

“I’m ready to make a deal. I’m allowed to set my own terms, right?” They narrowed their eyes, and propped their hands on their hips. “Because they’re going to be specific.”

“Ha ha! Of course, you can, dear! I will, of course, have my own as well!” He popped straight back up, swinging his microphone stand as he went. “Whatever could your little terms be?” He let static burst in his words, smirking down at the little human. He would surely get more out of this than them. Not much was worth more than a soul!

“I’ll have your protection in Hell, and you can’t harm me unless it’s earned. I also don’t want to be abandoned, or sequestered from others. If I get the opportunity to make friends at some point, I ask that you let me. I spent my entire life trapped, and I won’t take more of that in Hell. Well, other than you owning my soul. I’ll do as you tell me, but I just ask that you be reasonable.” They let out a breath, having rushed through their little speech.

Alastor feels a sliver of irritation. Such strange requests, and specific! Unluckily for them, there were always loopholes. They didn’t dictate what earning harm was, and reasonable? He could be reasonable, but it surely couldn't be on their little mortal level! Ha! What pathetic attempts to limit his power over them!

“Of course, dear! Not a problem! I, of course, will be having your soul at my beck and call. And! I was hoping to have what’s left of your body when you die! Haven’t had mortal flesh in quite some time. Ha!” He laughs a few times, enjoying the shock that floods their features. They look both disgusted and uncomfortable. Good. No one was allowed to just be comfortable with him!

“You can have Richard for sure, but,” they trail off, their eyes finally leaving him. One hand wraps itself around their throat, dragging his eyes to it. His teeth could surely cleave that little head of their right from their shoulders! He could feel the softness of their skin breaking beneath his teeth alre— he was getting carried away. “I don’t know about that. I don’t want my body to necessarily be a waste, but it’s taken a lot of abuse. I think it deserves some, I don’t know…”

“Hmm,” he hums, tapping his chin with one claw. “I suppose I could limit it to one bite! I'll take the rest from whatever you leave of Richard. Ha ha! I am just so sure that you will taste much better!” He grins fervently. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yes. You can have my soul, and one bite. I get protection when the deed is done, as our terms dictate.” They offer their hand, eyes finally meeting his again.

His grin widens. Finally! Green flames spread from his hand as it reaches towards theirs. His symbols flare on the walls as their hands finally clasp. The little human grips strongly, shaking his hand twice, before letting go. They let out a small laugh, rubbing their chest over their heart for a brief moment.

“You’d think selling your soul would feel like something. Doesn’t even hurt.” They frown and laugh again. “Guess we ought to plan how I’m gonna do this, huh?”

He cocks his head, thinking about it for only a moment. “A knife should do the trick! Very personal, and I would love to see you covered in the carnage! Ha ha! It would be delightful!”

The little mortal nods twice, looking around their room. “I don’t have one, other than the kitchen knives, but he’s kept them locked up for a while now. Otherwise, I would have been gone by now.” They laugh at their own expense, grimacing.

“Worry not! I have just the one!” He held his hand out, and a dagger was conjured. It had a deep red handle, with an eye made from a ruby and gold set into the butt of the handle. The blade itself had a golden hue, symbols etched into the spine. “This should do the trick!”

The human takes the dagger softly, taking a moment to appreciate the finery they hold. They take a deep breath, and then clamp their hand around the handle solidly. Taking a step back, they slash at the air with a laugh.

“I thought it would be heavy, from the look of it. Glad to see it’s just the right weight.” They fiddle with it, nodding. “This will do. Now I just need to—”

They don’t get to finish their thought as a loud thud reverberates through the room. Their eyes widen, almost comically, and they whip their head to their door. They set the dagger on their desk, and glance at Alastor.

“You need to go, he can’t see you!” They take stock of their room, as if they mean to hide him.

“Oh, my dear! Worry not! You can just finish it now!” He can feel the way their whole body flinches at the volume of his voice. They keep glancing at the door.

“No! You don’t understand! He’s homie early, which means—”

There’s more thumping from the home beyond their door. They flinch with each one, pushing at Alastor lightly. “Please,” they whisper. “Hide. Something! Him coming home early is bad! Please!”

There are tears building in their eyes, and their voice cracks. Alastor isn’t sure what causes him to acquiesce, but he does, vanishing his physical form. He expects them to calm, but they only further stiffen up. He doesn't enjoy seeing them fear something that isn’t him. A little anger rises to the surface as he watches them cower their way to their bed. Alastor frowns as he realizes they’ve left the damned dagger on their desk. This Richard must be quite fearsome if he elicits more fear in the little human than The Radio Demon does.

Alastor gets his wish to see the monster in human skin when their bedroom door slams open. The man is taller than the little creature, but much shorter than Alastor himself. His dark hair is slightly receding, and shaved short. His eyes have bags beneath them, as if sleeping was foreign to him. Alastor wonders if the guilt of his sins is weighing on him, but figures not; pathetic slugs don’t feel guilt.

“Come here,” The man says, his voice gruff. Alastor watches on as they crawl off the bed, purposefully going as slow as they can. “Faster, you fucking twit!”

Richard grabs at their forearms, pushing their back up against the end of their bed. “Did you get a hold of my fucking phone last night? Huh?” He shakes them, as if trying to will the words from their mouth. “Answer me!”

“No, Rich- I swear. I didn’t-” The little human yelps as Richard pulls their hair. “I swear! I didn’t!”

Richard scoffs, pushing them further onto the bed. “Oh, you little bitch! You think lying is going to help you right now?” He crawls up after them, grabbing onto their ankle to stop their retreat. His grip looks crushing. Alastor watches as tears roll down his little human’s face. He wonders if they can even remember he’s there. “Marie asked after you. Kept mentioning that she was worried about you.”

The man was leering above them now, his hands on either side of their little head. Alastor felt revulsion swarming up his throat, as if he was going to throw up. His hands tingle and his head fills with static. He wants to kill the man, but he can’t. This act always disgusted him, and it only gets worse by actually seeing the deed occur.

Alastor watches as his little human pushes back against the man, trying to put s[ace between them. They fail, but a fake of pride exists in Alastor for their efforts. Richard finally puts himself too close. His hips grind against theirs, and anger swells on their face. Richard leaves his throat exposed for just a moment and—

Alastor explodes with joy. Their teeth latch around his neck, clamp, and they pull! He watches blood spray from the injury as they push the man off of them. They are screaming incomprehensible words as they force Richard to the floor.

Alastor watches, his whole body warm, as they grab the dagger, dodging Richard’s flailing on the floor. Their face is covered in blood, and he can see the red staining their bared teeth.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” They slam the dagger into Richard’s chest, their hands briefly struggling to pull it out again. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!”

Fat tears roll down their face, and a bubble of snot pops from their nose. Blood splatters across their chest, arms, and all over the side of their bed. Alastor lets himself show up again, and revels in the little bit of fear bubbling up in Richard’s eyes. He can see the demon, good.

The little human, their hands covered in blood, can’t keep a grip on the blade. They sob angrily, and toss it to the side. Alastor has to step just to his right to avoid it hitting him. He watches with satisfaction as the little human grabs Richard’s throat in their tiny hands.

“I hate you,” They mutter, sitting up so they can press their weight onto his throat. “I’ll find you in Hell, you piece of shit.” Alastor watches them tighten their hands once more, and the man goes limp.

As soon as Richard is dead, the little human scuttles away from his body, collapsing onto the floor, sobs shaking their entire being. Alastor stares down at the remains of Richard, his grin nearly breaking his face. He feels warm, and light, almost as if he himself had done the deed. Seeing his little human covered in blood and viscera has his soul singing. What a wonderful thing to get to witness! He can’t wait to see what else he can get them to do.

Alastor turns to look at his prize, eyebrows furrowing at the way they are still sobbing. He crouches, offering a handkerchief from his pocket. They don’t notice, hand still clutching at their face. He watches their nails catch and tug at the skin there, only spreading more blood on their face.

“Oh, dear,” he says. He gently places his hand on their back, trying to get them to look up. It works, and satisfaction curls up in him. Their face is absolutely covered in blood, and there is more leaking from their mouth. A strange desire to taste it leaves him reeling for a moment. He shakes it off, and dangles the handkerchief in front of their face. “Feel free to clean your face, dearest. While you do that, do you know how you’d like to die?”

The bluntness of the question makes them laugh, and canned laughter plays. They make a strange face and shake their head. “Not really. I was going to go violently one way or another. I guess you can choose.”

Alastor pulls his hand from them, standing straight up. He offers to help them stand, and they accept it, shaky on their legs. They sway, just slightly, and he lets them use their grip on his hand to stay standing.

“I suppose it is time for me to take my due, dear! Just one bite, and then I’ll send you on your way.” They close their eyes, letting out a stuttering breath. When they open their eyes again, they nod, steadfast.

“Alright. This is gonna hurt, isn’t it?” They laugh to themself.

Alastor nods, serious. “That it will, my dear. But worry not! This is not the end, as you know. We are just getting started!” He laughs, and then wraps one hand around the back of their head. Their eyes widen, but they don’t resist as he pulls them to his chest. His other arm wraps around their waist, pulling them just barely off the ground. Their body is warm against his, and he can hear their heart beating rapidly. He takes a breath in through his nose, their sweet scent mixed with the blood of Richard. Alastor enjoys it, but he can’t quite place why.

“Are you ready, dear? If you relax, it will hurt less.” He doesn’t know why he tells them this, but they listen. He feels them go limp in his hold, breath slowing.

“Thank you, Alastor. See you on the other side.” They close their eyes, and Alastor hums to himself.

Show time!

He lets his maw open wide, and chooses the junction of their neck and shoulder as the best spot. His teeth latch for just a moment, before sinking deep into their flesh. He can feel them tense as they yelp, before going limp again. As he bites harder, his magic seeps into their skin, and their breath slows. When he finally hears their little heart start to stutter, he swallows the blood that has filled his mouth. When their heart stops, he clenches his teeth together, and rips the flesh in his mouth from their body.

Alastor lets his eyes flutter closed as he tastes them. They were much sweeter than he often preferred, but something heady followed it, and he found the whole thing quite wonderful. When he finally deigned to swallow, his eyes opened again, and he looked down at the corpse in his arms. Their body was slowly losing warmth, and blood was pouring from the gouge in their neck. He glanced around the room for a moment, and then decided to tuck them into their bed.

Alastor knew it was a waste, but he would heed this strange little wish of theirs. He tucked them into their bed, as if they had simply gone to sleep and not woken up. When it was done, he glared down at Richard. He would need to pack the body up to take with him. He would enjoy making use out of it. Perhaps he could find the sinner and make him watch the demon desecrate his dead body? That was a nice thought.

Alastor snapped his fingers, vanishing the corpse. He took one last look around the room, finding the dagger, and deciding he was done. With a nasty smile, Alastor fizzled out from the mortal realm.

Alastor arrives back in Hell at the base of his radio tower. He takes a brief glance around to orient himself, and then starts calling on their soul. He can feel the little chain tug, and he turns in the direction it leads him. It only takes him a few minutes to find the spot where they landed. Indeed, they are right where the chain placed them. He takes a moment to look at the heap crumpled in an alleyway. From the face, he is sure it is them. After a moment of deliberation, he kneels, and lifts them up in his arms. They are still ridiculously small, and it will be even more noticeable around other demons.

Alastor feels something twist at the realization of the form they have taken. They’re a lamb; fluffy tail and ears hang limply, and their hair replaced by a mop of white wool. Their skin is soft, and a dark gray. Around their soft, black nose and their mouth is a white patch of skin. A sheep for sure.

“Oh, dearest, you really were a lamb for the slaughter.” Alastor looks up, watching the sky slowly darken. Time to take them home. With his hands full, the both of them mold into the shadows, and they disappear. Only time would tell him how the deal would turn out for the two of them.

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ohemgeeejay · 3 months

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I watched Lisa Frankenstein today with some of my friends and OH MY GOURD.

When I saw a promotional poster in my local theatre two weeks ago, I was intrigued. When I saw the trailer during the pre-show for Night Swim that same day, I was persuaded. But when I saw Diablo Cody and Zelda Williams on a poster while leaving the theatre, I knew I had to watch it.

And it did not disappoint.

That movie was so good! It was so much fun. The dialogue was fantastic, the humour was well timed and well written, the set design was beautiful, and the general aesthetics of the film were downright gorgeous. I also loved the character dynamics, especially between Lisa and Taff.

I was truly shocked to find that it’s kind of a flop. The critic reviews are so low, which doesn’t surprise me, although it does disappoint me. Especially seeing people call these characters one dimensional and stereotypical. I completely disagree; and I think the way that Taff loved, supported, and stuck up for Lisa right from the beginning was proof of that. She was more than her peppy, popular cheerleader archetype, she was a person and a character of her own.

The lack of love for this movie is crazy! I genuinely enjoyed that movie so much, and I feel an oncoming fixation.

My friend described it as slasher meets romcom and that feels like a decently accurate representation of the vibes. It’s lighter on the horror and heavier on the humour, but it’s absolutely charming.

It’s a great watch, one of the best times I’ve had seeing something in theatres in a while.

And I mean, the poster art is just the cherry on top! It’s gorgeous, and it captures the vibes of the movie perfectly. Huge props to whoever made these posters, I love them and would love to have one for my room.

I’ve seen many call the film “uneven,” or “disjointed,” criticizing its pacing. I understand why some people may dislike it, as it’s an uncommon path of plot progression, but I found it to be very enjoyable. I think that the unusual pacing of the film only made it stand out more.

All around, I really loved this movie. If you liked Heathers, Jennifer’s Body, Beetlejuice, or any other campy cult classics, I highly recommend it. I can definitely see Lisa Frankenstein becoming a cult classic itself in a few years.

I apologize if this post is a bit all over the place, I have a lot of thoughts about this film. And a lot of love for it too. I just had to talk about it, because I cannot get this movie out of my head! I think it’s quickly becoming a favourite, and I know I’m going to have to watch it again.

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howlingdemon13 · 1 month

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You could use a buddy~!

Guys, you have no idea how happy I am that this is complete! You know I'm gonna be supper obnoxious now that I can turn into a demonic ghost with mommy issues. 🤪 Anyway, some notes and thoughts on this cosplay that no one asked for and no one wants~!

First and foremost, this cosplay is sort of a clonesona. I feel like (if given the chance), Beetlejuice would play around with how his clones look. Obviously on stage it’s impossible to find actors who look identical to the lead, but I like that the fandom has embraced BJ being unable/unwilling to create clones that are a 100% physical match. If that’s the case, I’m sure he throws in a more fem-presenting clone once in a while.

This doubles as a feminine-presenting form for Beetlejuice himself, too (Toonjuice has no issue changing his gender presentation at will in a bunch of scenarios, and I like to think that Musicaljuice would be the same/similar). I guess a version of Beetlejuice that’s female would be fun, but I prefer the idea of BJ shapeshifting to look and present the way he wants to (or to have fun with unsuspecting victims).

Even from the early development of this cosplay all the way back in October, choosing between a dress and a suit was like pulling teeth. I love the suit an unhealthy amount, but I wanted something distinct from other interpretations. That, and I was hesitant to lean into the hyper-sexualized looks I’ve seen from officially licensed offshoots of the character. Beetlejuice, while a self-proclaimed sexual being, doesn’t read as the kind of entity to go from generally masc-presenting all the way to hyper-sexual fem-presenting. Also, where the hell is the grime on all these fem designs???? Why does she look clean? Cowards!

I think BJ would settle on a fem-presenting form in a suit, but I also think he’s just as comfortable in a dress regardless of the pronouns/physical characteristics he’s using at any given moment. He likes his dresses and we love him for it.

Anyway-

I wanted a dress that felt “old” but not dated,so I settled on a shirt dress. They came about in the 1920’s, but didn’t become super popular until the 50’s. The cut of Beetlejuice’s suit is somewhere between modern and a style that would have been popular in the 50’s, too.

I also think shirt dresses are pretty “neutral” in that they aren’t form-fitting and they read more like a shirt from the waist up. I didn’t want anything dainty, but I wanted some movement to the fabric, and a dress does that a bit better than a suit imo. It’s why I love Beetlejuice’s first 15 minutes on stage in the trench coat. I know it’s a callback to when we first see him in the movie, but it adds a ton of secondary movement and looks cartoony when coupled with very exaggerated movements typical of a stage show. It’s why I love watching Collette especially bounce around on stage because istg he knows this (or that him growing up with the cartoon make him really lean into over the top body language and the trench coat just adds to it).

Like, look at that! Are you seeing what I’m saying? If I could animate, that would be a dream shot!

Oops, can’t go 15 minutes without thinking of the silly.

All that is to say that movement and form in an outfit, especially one for a character as chaotic as Beetlejuice, was super important to me. It’s also why I settled on long, curly hair, kept the tie, and added a bow. All of that breaks up patterns, adds movement, and is something I can put moss on. Anyway, this cosplay has a lot of little nods to the musical, cartoon, and film (but is mostly based off of the musical).

Cartoon: bugs!! Toonjuice is sometimes seen with small beetles chilling on his suit (which he inevitably snacks on). I love the idea of Beej being covered in bugs, so I felt compelled to include them on the dress and hat. It's a subtle reference, but one that I really wanted. They’re made out of scrap polymer clay and painted. Here are a few:

Film: The guide hat! It's iconic. I know that the hat made it into very early versions of the musical and promotional materials, but how it got thrown by the wayside is beyond me.

Musical: the grime and disrepair! I was heavily inspired by an early suit that is absolutely covered in moss!

I also added a lot of grime to the shoulders and hem as a callback to later versions of the suit and especially the tour version of it. I also added some x stitches since I really like the way they look on the current tour suit!

Oh, and the banjolele! Can't forget my favorite prop!

Miscellaneous: I love giving supernatural characters pointy ears and fangs, so you best believe I’m going to do the same for BJ. Slightly related, but I love the tour makeup so much. The makeup artists really lean into Beetlejuice being corpsey and I’m here for it (I essentially combine the tour and film makeup to get the look I’m after).

Oh! And snap bracelets! I remember hardcore stimming with these as a kid to the point of destroying them (then it was goodbye snap bracelets), and you cannot tell me Beetlejuice, neurodivergent-coded demon ghost, wouldn’t be the same way. Full disclosure, I had to wrap them around metal bands because these snaps are rubber and the texture is a nightmare for me, but I was determined to include them. They’re also a substitute for Beetlejuice’s watches in the film.

God/Satan, that was a lot of rambling. If you survived all that, thanks for reading!

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice cosplay #cosplay #howie’s cosplay

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 1 month

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Three times

Warnings: smut (cause I’ve got daddy issues)

Note: this is consensual, don’t worry!

She was waiting for family to return to their big house. She had found herself being the house sitter while her mom, dad, and brothers go out to eat. It was a new house as well, and she knew that this place was haunted before even finding out it could potentially be

A nice house like this suddenly on the market? That seemed way too good to be true. She was happy though that she was only helping her family move into the place, and could leave soon. She didn’t have a good relationship with her parents, but what lured her into helping was how it gave off a feeling to her that she couldn’t describe

She’s been wanting to go into the attic since she’s arrived as well. She hadn’t had a clue what could be drawing her attention like this, but she didn’t want to find out. She thought it would be a safer option to stay away from the attic

Adam and Barbara didn’t want to scare her off already, because she seemed much more chill than her family members. But they also didn’t want to scare the young boys. Barbara didn’t think summoning Beetlejuice was a good idea either for this job

But luckily for the couple, Beetlejuice has other plans. He’s seen what the eldest daughter looked like, and has definitely taken a liking in her. He knew he didn’t have much time to be alone with her in the house either. He was determined to get her up in the attic as well, so he just waits in the model for her to come in

It was getting later in the afternoon, and her family still hadn’t returned yet. At this point out of pure boredom and curiosity, she finally goes upstairs. Once she reaches the attic door, she takes out the key that opens any door in the house that was meant to be given to her father

But she couldn’t see herself letting the keys go. She easily unlocked the attic door, because Adam and Barbra were currently talking to Juno. Beetlejuice had noticed she was inside of the attic now, and smirks

“Hey, over here!” He calls her over, which makes her look directly at him. She crouches down to be at his level, which makes him feel a certain way. Whatever strong connection she felt was definitely present, and now she’s realizing it’s him who she was having a strong connection to

“My, you’re a handsome little fella” she says confidently, which makes him smirk. “I can grow bigger if you’d want me too. You just gotta say my name three times” he flirts, which makes her blush

“I’ve never had sex with a dead person before” she admits, which makes him smirk. “Well there’s a first time for everything, right?” She nods her head, and then asked what his name was. Soon a sign shows up pointing towards his head with his name on it three times

“Beetlejuice” she starts, which makes him continue to smirk. “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice” he had vanished from the model of the town. She looks confused, until she heard a record playing in the background. She follows where the music lead her to, and found herself in the guest bedroom she’s currently staying in

When she enters, the bed had dead rose petals around it. A sexual song played on the record, and the lights were off. But Beetlejuice wasn’t in the room. Confused by the random disappearance, she was about to leave until the door slams shut on her

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone who’s living” he says out of nowhere, which makes her look at him. He was lying naked on the guest bed, which took her by surprise. “And fallen for someone who’s alive as well” she walks over towards her bed, with every intent of letting him claim her

Her clothes come off of her now, and she now laid underneath him. He kisses her on her lips, which makes her return the kiss. His hand goes down to her pussy, and he felt how wet she was for him. He pulls apart now, and grins. “You’re all wet for a dead guy. How exotic” he says as he places his hand back onto the comforter

Without any more waiting, he goes into her. Her hands intertwined with his as her head arches back. A moan left her now as he begins to thrust at an abnormal speed. The bed was squeaking as his lips attack her neck with hickeys

“Bee” she moans out, which makes him amused by the nickname given to him. He moans loudly, which made her happy that she was the only one in the house. She came all over him, without any warning. He stops, and pulls out of her

She was tired already, but he had just gotten started. He lowers himself to be facing her pussy now, and begins to lick her. Her legs comfortably wrapped around him as his tongue begins to vibrate against her

She was shocked by the action, but then remembered she was being fucked by a ghost. He continues to lick her with his tongue vibrating, which drove her to her second orgasm. Satisfied with her coming a second time, he stops

She now didn’t care that she was sleepy, and needed more pleasure now. He comes back to laying on top of her, and makes her look at him now. “I’m gonna fuck you harder this time, okay?” She simply nods her head, and soon he was back in her

His thrusting the same pace, but his cock was vibrating this time. She came already with moaning the nickname she had given him, which makes him also let himself come this time. She had to wait a while before he came in her. He gets out of her, and laid down next to her

Unaware how much time had passed, her thoughts were on her family. His thoughts were on how wonderful that experience was, and wished she could stay longer. But then a brilliant idea came to his head if he wanted to leave the afterlife

Clothes appeared on him, and now he’s standing. Her attention was definitely on him now. She sits up to see where this was going. “I need to tell you something very important” he started, which makes them slightly nervous about where this was going

“I-“ the phone goes off in the background, which throws her off guard. Clothes reappeared onto her as she stands up. “Just one second” she goes downstairs, with him following along. When she got to the phone, she picks it up from its holder and places it close to her ear

She wasn’t expecting a phone call, or a phone call to inform her that her family was dead. She went as pale as he was, and felt like fainting. The cause of death was unknown, but now this place had no owner again. She placed the phone back to end the call. “What were you gonna say, Bee?” She asked as tears came rolling down her cheeks

“Well it depends, what just happened?” She explained to him what had happened. A twinge of guilt sneaks into him, but he needed to leave the afterlife somehow. “I need to get married to leave the afterlife” he said casually after what she told him. She thought that was an excellent way to get her mind off of the horrid news

She smiles as tears continue to leave her eyes. He seemed shocked by her reaction, but smiles as well. “Let’s get married then” she says as she now wipes her tears away. Before anything actually happened, Adam and Barbra stood there in shock. She looks at the couple, and so does Beetlejuice

“Oh hello! You two must be the couple that died here originally” she says, which makes the couple more shocked. “Jeez, you guys act like news doesn’t eventually spread. Especially with something so tragic” then she was reminded about her family members that she lost

She was all alone. She also barely knew Beetlejuice to be considering him apart of this. This marriage thing was clearly just a way to make the two happy in two drastic different ways. Perhaps this is why the strong connection still exists between the two

But even Adam and Barbra feel differently now with the two standing next to each other. “There’s some weird connection here with us” Barbara says, instead of bringing up the marriage that’s gonna happen. She finds herself blush at that, but didn’t even understand this feeling either

This is what made her scared to go to the attic originally, because she knew about the couple being in the house, but no other entity. She thought it was gonna be some awful demon, just waiting in their to take her soul

Her thoughts also keep lingering onto her dead family members. ‘What had happened?’ She wondered. “Oh, that’s just coming from us” Beetlejuice casually says, but she was too focused on this strange mystery of her family. “Ghosts can do that? Even if you haven’t met the person yet?” Adam asks Beetlejuice

“I guess so. Not sure, since you know me pal: I don’t play by the rules of the afterlife. I mean what’s the point? I’m dead for fuck sakes! I shouldn’t have to worry about doing more work in the afterlife as well” Beetlejuice says as his attention goes onto his soon to be wife

He saw the color drain out of her; the likeness of her passing out. Beetlejuice gets her seated onto the couch, which took Adam and Barbra by surprise that he was capable of doing such a nice deed. Sure it was a small thing, but it was a big deal

She started to cry into his shoulder was the two were stated. Adam and Barbara were confused, and worried for her. Beetlejuice looks at the couple, and told the two to fuck off. The couple listens, since the two didn’t want to intrude on anything personal

Beetlejuice seemed to be all the sudden great at comforting people, and was quite surprised by the words coming out of his mouth. “You’ll probably see them again. And they’ll definitely look for you, because not all of us are locked up in one location” she sniffles, and then raises her head to make eye contact with him

She smiles again, and thanked him. The clock struck midnight, and the two had gotten married. After the first kiss, she goes in for seconds. He’s alive, which makes her pull apart. She admires him, and adores his dark blue eyes

“You’re gorgeous Bee” she admits as she continues to admire him. “Thank you” he says as he smiles. A year had passed, and she hadn’t seen him since still being in the house and after her family’s funeral. The two parted ways because he wanted to figure out the world himself

She thought about him everyday, and kept the wedding ring on her finger. She wondered if he kept his on as well, but she had doubts that he would keep his ring on. A new neighbor had just moved in next door. She planned on saying hello to the new neighbor to be on good terms day one

She currently sat on her couch, and was watching something random on the television. A knock on her door makes her get up from her couch. She opens the door to see Beetlejuice. Shocked, she just stood there until one of them said something

He was also stunned to see her face again. He took notice that she still wore her wedding ring. She checked to see if he kept his on, and noticed it was still on. Tears left her eyes as he instinctively kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, and soon the door was shut and she was pinned to the wall

Beetlejuice had missed her, and couldn’t stop thinking about her since they parted ways. Even with all the women hitting on him, his heart happily belonged to her

Tags: @stardancerluv

#smut with plot #beetlejuice x reader #smut #Tim Burton #michael keaton

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the-joker-of-musicals · 11 months

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MUSICAL TUMBLRMAN BATTLE

hey there, it's me, marina @annabelle--cane. you've seen these brackets before, you know the drill, it's time to watch these bastards kill each other.

rules/guidelines:

I'm using "tumblrman"/"the jokner of musicals" because a lot of the characters iconic to this genre are minors and it wouldn't be appropriate for an adult (<- me) to call them sexymen, but it also wouldn't feel right to just leave them out. I think these terms carry most of the same energy while leaving out sexual connotations.

personally, I will be voting and selecting based on levels of iconicness and how hard a choke hold these characters had on me and my peers, not based on which characters I actually think are best or that I like the most. I know this guideline is completely unenforceable and people will just black out and vote for their blorbos, but if this gets a good turn out, maybe I'll do a "favorite/best/most musical character" tournament afterwards.

there are a few characters who are already guaranteed spots (jd, beetlejuice, the squip, etc.), but still feel free to submit any obvious choices, especially if you've got compelling propaganda.

there are a few characters I don't feel comfortable including, but I don't think people are likely to submit them and I think posting a list would invite discourse, so I'll just say that I leave it ultimately up to my discretion whether or not to dismiss certain nominations.

since I will be selecting characters based on how iconic I think they were/are, nominees will likely skew male, but submissions are also open to female and nonbinary characters. the jonkler of musicals can be any gender.

similarly, I'm going to prioritize characters from stage musicals, but you may also submit characters from movie, TV, podcast, song cycle, or other medium musicals. if you're unsure, just go ahead and submit them and I'll figure it out.

this is a CRINGE POSITIVE space. ribbing on your past self or 2017 musical fandom culture as a whole is all fine and good, but try to keep in the spirit of friendly competition and stay away from being outright mean. if what you're saying is indistinguishable from a homophobe talking about their high school gsa, I will block you and delete your comments.

@ this blog or use the tag "tjom bracket" in your commentary about this tournament and I might rb your post here

I'm aiming for 32 characters in the first round, but I'm willing to be flexible.

inspiration from: @bestmusicalworldcup @bracketsoffear @problemgirlbracket @character-of-all-time @blorbopoll2 @powerpolyculeshowdown @ultimate-tragic-couples-showdown

OKAY. SUBMIT YOUR MUSICAL JOKSTNERS. FORM OPEN UNTIL 12:00 AM MONDAY EST.

#tjom bracket #mod post #be more chill #bmc #deh #dear evan hansen #beetlejuice #heathers #six the musical #<- sorry for over tagging a bit. you know how it is in this economy.

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lupinedreaming · 8 months

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As it is the time of year when I re-enter Beetlejuice mode, I’m kind of looking back and wondering /why/Beetlebabes was (and still is to an extent) such a divisive ship. I understand not liking the underage version; I don’t like it either. I think underage stuff is gross. But most people seem to ship it in scenarios when Lydia is an adult.

Part of my confusion is from encountering similar ships that barely get any backlash? Like, I’ve read aged up Sarah/Jareth fic in the past, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen much backlash against it, and that ship is pretty similar in a lot of ways to Beetlebabes. There are also villain ships here on Tumblr that are waaay darker and problematic, but they’re very popular. I’ve never seen the Hannibal show, but Hann/igram continues to be wildly popular on this site, and from what I’ve gathered, it’s a pretty damn f’d up ship.

But yeah! Idk what sets people off so hard with even adult, consensual Beetlebabes stuff. There have been times when I’m browsing the general Beetlejuice tag, and I’ll see people talking about how much they hate the ship and people who like it even enough I haven’t seen /any/ content for the ship in the main tag. If you’re encountering it in the wild on Tumblr, it’s pretty easy to filter the tag and block people. It’s also easy to filter that tag on AO3.

But people act like they’re being forced to view it at gunpoint or something or like glimpsing art of the ship will make then go mad with the knowledge like a Lovecraft protagonist lmao. I think people should be able to talk about why they don’t like a ship or why they find it problematic, but with this one, some people seemingly want to push anyone out of the fandom that ships it. To paraphrase the MST3K mantra, “It’s just a (ship); (you) should really just relax.”

#🌹 eclipse talks #beetlebabes #If you dislike this ship and see this post please just block and move on. I won’t reply if you try to argue

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I love just leaving Spotify on shuffle because I sometimes get random songs from random musicals and having zero context for any of it, and twice now that's ended up with me forcing my friends to watch the musical with me

Song about two guys complaining about their balls hurting? Damn can't think of a funnier way to get introduced to Heathers

Song about a child marrying a creepy old guy with the lyric "Have you guys seen lolita? This is just like that, but fine :)"? Beetlejuice was fantastic and such a funny way to remember that it exists

Haven't seen Legally Blonde but I cannot forget the name because I listened to three minutes of people arguing about whether a man is gay or European

#196 #r196 #musicals #heathers #beetlejuice #legally blonde

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 2 years

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A Study in Spite

(I don't own this gif.)

Word Count: 4,500

Warnings: Disrespect for parental authority? Is that a warning?

Summary: Protecting Mystic Falls from the vampire threat - that was your family's legacy. You'd just never thought you would actually have to fulfill it. But when the Original Family moves into your quiet little town everything changes. Suddenly your parents are attempting to fashion you into some sort of soldier, forcing you to fight in a supernatural war you never signed up for. The burden of your family's self imposed duty was one you would carry no longer. Now, how to go about telling your parents that? || Kol x fem!reader || Here lies my Masterlist ||

A/N: Another shorter one! It's kind of a prequel to Fine On My Own because I liked the concept so much, but you can view it however you want. If you guys like this, I do have a part two in my drafts but I won't post it unless someone asks. This was inspired by the song Sweet Talk by Saint Motel. Go listen to it!

🍟STORY BEGINS BELOW🍟

"Mom, I swear, if I do not get out of this house right now, I am going to go insane!" You stressed, swinging your weight around the banister as you descended the stairs.

Your mother paused her onion chopping to level you with a stern look. "Y/N/N, I know you're getting a little stir-crazy - we all are - but you can't afford to take pointless risks like this, sweetheart. Not with the Original Family still out there."

You rolled your eyes. "We're supposed to call them the Mikaelsons now, Mom," You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. She shot you a warning look and you just shrugged, hopping onto a barstool. "Look, this is for my sanity. If you wanna talk about unnecessary risks, I recall you and dad forcing me to go to an original vampire hosted ball that I absolutely despised."

"We were invited, Y/N," Your mother reminded you, scoldingly. "As members of a founding family, it was our obligation to go. Now, I'm sure that… family -" She had to actually spit the word from between her teeth. "- won't be sticking around for much longer. Just a few more weeks, and we won't have to worry about you drawing any more unwanted attention." She resumed her onion chopping with a rather forced expression of calm.

"No, that was your obligation," You corrected. "Your's and Dad's. You're the ones who forced me to go to that stupid ball, so don't go spouting this crap like your paranoia is somehow my fault!"

Her slicing grew more agitated the longer you spoke until she finished the onion and the knife lodged itself in the cutting board. She looked up, exasperated. "You will not talk to me that way in this house, young lady!"

"Well it's not like you'll let me go outside!" You shouted, gesturing wildly. "I can't even step out onto the porch without you or dad spewing some crap about your stupid small town destiny fetish!"

Your mother narrowed her eyes. "I don't think I appreciate this new attitude of yours, missy," She ground out, coolly.

"Funny, cuz' Kol sure did," You muttered under your breath.

Her eyes shot open wide. "What was that?!"

"You heard me," You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back on your heels. "Kol frickin' Mikaelson likes my frickin' attitude! You know, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to give me a ride if I decided to sneak the frick-frack outta this prison!"

"Don't say his name, Y/N," Your mother hissed. She glanced around as if to make sure the guy wasn't listening.

"Why not? Is it a taboo? If I say it three times, is he gonna appear like Beetlejuice?"

"Y/N-"

"Kol Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson!" You gasped in foux shock. "Holy crap mom, he's not a frickin' gypsy! Never woulda' seen that coming! Or maybe - and I just thought of this - he's got better things to do than stalk some small town teenager and her self-important parents?!"

"He's shown far too much interest in you already, Y/N," Your mother argued. "You have no idea what he's capable of - what his intentions are! You have no idea what a monster like that would do if it got a hold of you."

"The dude talked to me for all of five minutes and you're freaking out." You rolled your eyes with a huff. "He asked me to dance and we talked. That's it! You and dad need to chill the frick out."

"Well I think you need to gain a firmer grasp on the reality of your situation, sweetheart," She fired back, glowering. "That freak of nature could kill you in a heartbeat."

"The whole lot of 'em already agreed not to harm locals. What, you think they set the terms just to have the satisfaction of breaking them for no flipping reason?!"

"They're sadistic monsters! I wouldn't put anything past them!"

"Mom, they're a thousand years old - pretty sure the power trip of murdering small town nobodies is just about gone," You deadpanned.

"Too bad!" She exclaimed. "I'm not willing to risk your life on a 'pretty sure.' I will not let that thing hurt my daughter, or worse, turn you into something like him! If that means keeping you in this house until you're old enough to qualify for a senior citizen discount, then so be it! I won't let him hurt you!"

"Stop acting like this is about me!" You screamed. "You and dad don't give a crap about me! You haven't since this whole vampire thing started! All you care about is your stupid legacy and I'M SICK OF IT!"

You hopped off the barstool and made a mad dash for the door, snatching your headphones off the counter on your way out.

"Y/N? Y/N/N!" Your mother called after you. "No, Y/N/N! Don't-"

You slammed the front door shut behind you, cutting off any further protests from her. You were eighteen now - it was time she started respecting your choices. Taking off down the sidewalk at a brisk jog, you pulled your headphones on over your ears and your hood up over them just as it began to rain. Thunder shook the ground beneath your feet as you made your way into town. The only decent place to hang out was the grill, plus you were craving some fries so that was where you headed. Rain soaked through your jacket and into your bones after just a few minutes, sending shivers through your body as you hugged yourself tight.

After what seemed like hours, you reached your destination. You stepped through the door and instantly relaxed a bit, taking a moment to let the warmth trickle along your skin. You shed your jacket and hung it on the coat rack as quickly as you could, before heading straight for the grills' mostly decorative fireplace which was thankfully lit. You took your seat and ordered some fries, pleasantly surprised when they came just a moment later. Finally, you began to relax… but not for long.

A chuckle like a bubbling spring pierced the calm murmur that was the grill's ambient chatter, drawing a groan out of you on sheer instinct. You didn't have to turn around to know who - or rather what - the obnoxious voice belonged to. You see his snide smirk without even looking at him.

"Well, well, well…" Kol's silky accent drawled lazily from where he sat at the bar a few feet behind you. "Look who's finally decided to show her pretty little face. What's it been? Three - four days?"

"Hasn't been long enough, believe me," You tossed over your shoulder.

"No?" The gas fireplace's covering was glass and you watched his reflection get up and stalk toward you. "What a shame... You wound me Y/N, I thought we liked each other better than that."

"I'd like you a whole lot more if you learned how to back off," You snapped, rubbing your arms vigorously in an effort to warm up. You felt a pair of hands settle on your arms as Kol leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke.

"I don't think that's true at all," He whispered. He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders in what you were sure was a practiced move, yet it still felt sincere somehow and you found yourself reddening. "I think you secretly enjoy the attention, darling. It's rough being the odd one out, isn't it?" He leaned away and you glared at him… but he wasn't wrong.

You only hesitated for a second. "I wouldn't know," You lied. "I'd say tell me all about it, but I honestly couldn't care less."

"Oh, that hurts!" Kol hissed, resting a mocking hand over his heart as he slid into a chair in front of you. "I see that sharp little tongue of yours is going unbridled tonight. What fun!" The freak chuckled and snatched a fry from your plate, grinning boyishly. It was such a sweet and playful expression that, for just a moment, you almost forgot he was a monster.

"Well it's a good thing you're enjoying it buddy, cuz you're gonna be the target of my particular brand of verbal abuse for the rest of the night," You announced, clicking your tongue and shooting him a very unenthusiastic wink. He just smirked at you, prompting your already fake smile to drop.

"I see," He hummed, stealing another fry. You glared at the offending hand. "Well, if that's the case, then may I ask what's got you in such an entertaining mood?"

"Sure," You replied, shrugging. "The answer's you."

Kol raised a brow, almost managing to look genuinely taken aback. "I've not spoken to you for more than two minutes," He pointed out. "Now, I may have a talent for rubbing people up the wrong way, but I've not yet managed to say something brash enough for a lass to be offended by it before she walked through the door."

You couldn't help but snicker at that. "If you ever do, you'll have to tell me what you said so I can steal it," You said, smirking. You shook your head. "Nah, this conversation's got nothing to do with it."

Kol rolled his eyes. "Surprise, surprise."

You smirked "Right? 'Cuz you're freaking annoying. Anywho, it's my parents that are the problem - all 'cuz of what you did the other night."

"What I did?" The boy parroted. (No, not boy - monster, freak, vampire. You needed to remember that.) He blinked. "I… don't recall doing anything… Not to you anyway. I supposed I danced with you, but last I checked, a simple dance was no criminal offence."

"It is it you're my parents," You grumbled, shoving a fry in your mouth. "I mean, you spoke to me, so…" You trailed off, shaking your head.

"Yes, I spoke to you." Kol nodded in acknowledgement. "But as I recall, you refused to answer a single one of my questions."

You shrugged. "If you can't say anything kind to someone, don't say anything at all, right?"

"All you did was insult me."

You smirked. "That I did."

He shook his head, laughing. Reaching for another fry off your plate, he grinned as you smacked his hand away. "Regardless, I don't think such a one-sided exchange can even be classified as a conversation." He leaned back in his seat, bracing one foot against the underside of the table like a child trying to see how far back they can tilt their chair before falling over backwards.

You raised a brow at his childish behavior and shrugged again. "Yeah, well apparently it's enough to warrant placing me on house arrest until I'm 85."

A sharp crack rang out against the tile floor as the front legs of his chair fell forward. He stared at you incredulously. "That's bloody mental."

"See? Now you're catching on." You smirked.

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink which you were sure wasn't soda. "It was a bloody ball, for crying out loud! If your parents didn't want you to interact with anyone they should have simply forbid you from coming."

You made a rather impolite noise, grimacing. "You think I wanted to spend my night pretending to like people I find unbearable just so your family can flaunt its wealth? My parents forced me to come along." A look of realization crossed his face.

"Ah, so that's why you seemed so positively miserable." He nodded and shrugged. "Alright, so we danced and we talked. I still don't see why that would incite your imprisonment."

"I've got three words for ya'." You took a swig of soda and counted off on your fingers. "Small. Town. Paranoia."

The long, exaggerated sigh that left him next had the corners of your lips twitching up. If he wasn't a monster you could almost see yourself being this boy's friend.

"I know!" You continued and once the words started spilling out, you couldn't seem to stop them and for whatever reason, you didn't want to. "My parents wouldn't drop it for a day 'n a half, and now they won't let me leave the house for anything! You know, if it were actually my safety that they were so worried about, then I'd be okay with it. But it's not." Your voice broke a little and you bit your lip, directing your gaze into the grain of the table as if your glare could burn a hole through the wood.

So what if he knew? What did it matter? He could kill you in the blink of an eye anyway - using your insecurities to hurt your feelings was the least he could do. You needed someone to talk to, and if Kol didn't want to listen, he could get up and walk away.

But he didn't. He sat up in his chair and leaned forward, folding his arms across the table to show you he was listening. He didn't roll his eyes or write your words off as nothing more than the exaggerations of a teenage girl. Kol listened; he took you seriously, and nodded along, expressing infinitely more empathy than your parents claimed he was capable of.

"You think your parents don't care about you?" He wondered. The little lamp resting on the table between you switched on, prompted by the low light of the storm outside. Bathed in the lamp's warm light, his sharp, youthfully handsome features didn't seem so intimidating all of a sudden. Those chocolate eyes that had seemed so cutting and predatory just moments before, were now remarkably soft and open. Somewhere in your mind you recognized that such an illusion of humanity was nothing but a trick of the light, but for the moment, you couldn't find it in you to care.

"I know they don't," You admitted in a whisper. Your hands curled into fists beneath the table, your lips pressing into a thin line. "Every conversation ends in some argument about how I'm not living up to their expectations. My whole life has become about their stupid legacy, and I hate it!"

"You don't want to be their soldier," He surmised.

"Exactly! You exclaimed. "I mean, we get home from that stupid ball, and they don't even ask if I'm okay or apologize for putting me in danger! They kept asking me all these questions about you as if I'm some little spy, like I'd somehow know all your deepest darkest secrets after one Ed Sheeran song. So when I don't, they start freaking out, going on and on about how I endangered the family legacy for nothing. I spent that whole frickin' party scared out of my wits, but the only thing they do about it is lecture me about how irresponsible I am - how 'it's my destiny and privilege to defend the people of Mystic Falls from the jaws of evil'." You added on some sarcastic jazz hands with that and Kol snickered.

"Do they realize how stupid that sounds?"

"Tell me about it," You said, your lips curling into a scowl.

"I see." Kol nodded, his mouth pressing into a firm line. That concern on his face shouldn't have been there. "Believe it or not, I actually have a bit of experience with parents who force their will on their children."

"Yeah?" You wondered. You hadn't noticed the tears streaming down your face until then. You wiped them away. He nodded, but didn't seem keen to expand on that statement. "Got any advice then?"

Kol sent you a quizzical look. "You're asking me?"

"Must be desperate." You smiled wryly.

"Must be." He watched you for a moment and you simply waited for him to answer. Kol blinked, dragged a hand through his hair, and sighed. "Honestly, all I can say is to trust your instincts. If you feel in your heart that something is wrong for you, then stand by that feeling. Even if everyone is telling you that it's you who's wrong, or that you need to accept their will, just look them in the eyes and say no."

You blinked, startled by the intensity of his gaze and the honesty in his voice. Something in the way he looked at you made your cheeks flair with heat. That look in his eyes was strange, it was hungry yet gentle - needy but patient.

"That sounds like a great idea-" You narrowed your eyes. "- straight from the mouth of someone who takes his family's excessive wealth for granted. If I renounced my family's legacy, I might as well disown myself. I'd be living on the streets faster than you can say homeless."

"Maybe," He agreed. "However, I'd say that spending your life searching for happiness is quite a bit better than slowly wasting away in a town where you know you'll never find it."

'He's right ya' know,' A little voice in your head whispered. You knew he was, but you weren't quite ready to come to terms with that

"Huh." You shifted your focus to inspecting a particularly greasy fry. "I thought you'd be more interested in the part where I said my parents want me to function as a spy instead of my moral debate, but okay." It was deflection and he saw right through it yet he humored you anyway.

"Eh, I'm not worried." He waved a hand. "Your parents are fools if they think one song would be enough time for me to divulge even my most trivial secrets. Besides, I don't just give those up for free - I'd require at least dinner from you first."

You eyed him pointedly. "Dinner?"

Kol sent you that innocent, boyish grin again - shrugging. "I'd settle for coffee," He said, winking.

His blatant disregard was honestly inspiring. You raised a brow.

"Did you seriously just ask me out?"

The boy grinned. "I believe I did."

"You asked me out knowing that my parents think you are the physical manifestation of evil?" You raised a brow, cocking your head to the side. The boy nodded readily. "You know, they're convinced your aim is to enslave my mind so you can use me for my body and then kill me for sport." You wanted to see how he'd react to that.

He stilled for a moment, then rolled his eyes and grimaced, fixing his attention on straightening a pile of napkins. "How flattering, I see why you're so determined to hate me. For your information darling, I simply have far too much confidence in myself to take advantage of any woman that way." The slight curl of his lips as he carefully avoided your gaze belied the decency to be genuinely disgusted.

You frowned. Such a show of decency surprised you - he was supposed to be purely evil. Had your parents been wrong about him? Your thoughts were interrupted as the sudden upward tugging of Kol's perfect lips drew your attention.

"However…" His chocolate eyes, swimming with thinly veiled amusement, flicked up to meet your own. "I must admit that you look far too delectable for me to rule out the possibility of desiring just one little taste."

The smirk that crept across his face served as a reminder to you of the unholy creature he truly was. There was a monster hiding behind that angelic countenance. One tiny glimmer of decency didn't change that.

"Right." You chuckled but there was no humor in it. What had you been thinking, spilling your soul to something like him? He wasn't some cute boy, he was a blood sucking monster and he wasn't interested in you as a person. "You know what? I don't even know why I bothered talking to you." Rising from your seat, you shucked Kol's jacket off your shoulders, rolled it up, and tossed it on the table. A shame because it was so warm. Then you finished off your plate of fries and grabbed your soda, gave a mock salute, and turned for the door. "Adios and stay away from me, psycho," You tossed over your shoulder.

"Wait! Y/N, I was just kidding," He called out to you, sounding somewhat apologetic.

"And I'm the bloody queen of England." You didn't bother looking back as you sent him a thumbs up and headed towards the door.

You heard the squeal of his chair's legs as he pushed it out, getting up to follow you. "Oh, come now, love. Don't be like that!"

"Don't lie to my face then!" Your hood was still positively soaked, but you pulled it up over your head anyway before shoving the door open and stepping out into the pouring rain.

You hadn't expected him to follow you - not out into the absolute deluge going on but, clearly, you underestimated his determination.

"Alright, so I wasn't really kidding. I said that on purpose, you're right." He had to practically shout to be heard over the water streaming out of the heavens, but there he was - holding his leather jacket over his head for some cover as he jogged through the rain to catch up to you.

You didn't stop walking. "Yeah, yeah! You get a kick out of making people uncomfortable, Kol. I get it!"

"That's not it!" He shouted over the rain, stepping in front of you to block your way forward. He didn't have to use his supernatural speed - his legs were just a lot longer than yours.

"I don't care! Just leave me alone!" You tried to step around him, but he cut you off. You rolled your eyes, glancing at the leather jacket he still held over his head. "You're gonna ruin that," You said, hoping that might somehow convince him to go back inside.

"I'll get a new one." He just shrugged, there was already water streaming down his face despite the jacket. "Please, Y/N. Just hear me out?"

"Not like you're giving me much of a choice," You said dryly.

"I was serious about taking you to dinner… or for coffee," Kol promised. “ My intentions are sincere, darling. I just-” He sighed, muttering a curse under his breath. “I said something stupid, alright? Old habits die hard, but I shouldn't have said it the way I did and for that I'm sorry."

"You're… apologizing?" You raised a brow in disbelief.

"It physically pains me to do so, believe me, but yes," He chuckled. You didn't buy it - he was probably just trying to manipulate you. "And I'm not just saying that to try to manipulate you," He added.

"Then why?" You wondered, skeptical.

Kol simply laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, come on! If your parents are half as awful as you say, then just think about how much fun it would be to spite them." He said. Brushing strands of wet hair from his face, he grinned and took a step closer to you. Oddly enough, you didn't feel the need to move away. "Besides, I think you and I are a lot alike, darling. I'd like the chance to prove that, if you'll allow me."

You just stood there for a moment and watched him wordlessly. He seemed softer now and more genuine, but you couldn't tell whether any of it was real or if it was all simply an act. After a few more moments, you supposed the boy simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, love?" Kol pressed. "Just one date? Just one to spite your parents for being so paranoid and controlling! It'll be fun, I promise."

"Oh, yeah," You scoffed. "I'm sure it'll be fun - right up until it's my funeral."

"Come, come Y/N. There's no need to worry about that," He claimed. "I promised the mayor and my brother that I wouldn't kill any locals and, luckily for you, I keep my word."

"Funny how that promise doesn't guarantee that I'll be kept from all harm," You mused, sipping the last of your soda.

"Well, I suppose you'll simply have to take a risk -" His eyes flicked to where your free hand rested braced against your opposite arm and he reached out, trailing a gentle finger across your knuckles."- and see what happens."

You flinched on reflex at his touch - something he didn't fail to notice. To your surprise, however, he made no effort to mock you for it. Instead, he carefully took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back just as he had a few nights before. There was something odd in his chocolate brown eyes as he held your gaze - a softness you could neither understand nor explain. It went against everything your parents had ever told you about monsters like him. Kol recognized that you were afraid of him, even going so far as to acknowledge the validity of that fear. He knew you hated him - that you'd been taught to hate him - yet, there was something in the way he looked at you that felt like an invitation; though, for what you couldn't say.

There was something so casual about it, and for a split second you almost believed he was just a normal boy asking you on a date. For a split second, you forgot that he was a one thousand year old mass murderer. For a split second, you could see yourself being that boy's friend… or maybe even something more.

But that second was over as swiftly as it had begun.

You threw your head back and laughed. "Man, what did I do to get your attention? I mean, really! What's got you so determined?"

Kol shrugged, but didn't let go of your hand. He laced your fingers together, holding your joined hands close to his chest, and smiled pleasantly. "Well, I've always liked pretty little things with sharp tongues and when I asked you to dance, you did nothing but insult me… repeatedly," He said. You snorted and tried to fight the smile that threatened to make itself known. "You're beautiful, intelligent, and quick witted. How could I fail to notice a creature like that? Honestly, I'm baffled as to how no one's snatched you up yet."

"My dad's shotgun tends to discourage anyone from trying," You supplied over the rain.

"Ah! Well, I'm not so easily discouraged!" Kol smirked. His thumb stroked over your knuckles absentmindedly and you enjoyed the sensation far more than you should have. "So, would you allow me to take you out to dinner sometime?"

"Nope." You shook your head. Kol's face fell. "But I'd let you buy me a cup of coffee tomorrow morning."

He froze, blinking, then a boyish grin made its way into his face as he bit his lip, nodding. "Coffee it is then… How does eight o'clock sound?"

"Sounds great," You admitted.

"Will I need to help you sneak out?" He wondered, eyes gleaming with mischief. "If you jump out your window, I promise I'll catch you," He offered, raising his brows quickly.

"Kol?"

"Hmm?"

"You're lucky I'm trusting you enough to get coffee. Don't push it."

"Understood."

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