#i was going to the toilets at like midnight and at the same time while i was sitting up my mum just kinda barged into my room????

[corroded-hellfire]

Red Hot - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

Collaboration with the woman who makes this series possible @munson-blurbs 💚

Summary: It’s been one year since you and Eddie discovered your feelings for one another—and so much more. Now, it’s your anniversary and a romantic evening is planned. Unfortunately, life with two little boys around tends to throw some wrenches in your life—even on special nights like this.

Note: I cannot believe it’s been a year since I posted the first part of As You Wish. It was only intended to be this spicy one shot but so many people asked for a part 2 and…here we are! I can’t thank all of you enough for reading. It means more to me than you know 💜

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), breeding kink, oral, m and f receiving, vomit, implied medical issues, age gap, older!eddie

Words: 5.3k

[As You Wish masterlist]

One whole year has passed of you being with Eddie. One year since the night he’d come home sullen after what was supposed to be a nice evening out, only to find that his deepest desire was right there waiting for him on the worn blue couch in his living room. 

Honestly, it was the night both of your wishes came true. Such dark secrets you each harbored, never thinking that the other could possibly return the feelings.  You, thinking he wouldn’t see you as anything more than a babysitter for his two kids. Him, thinking you’d never be interested in a man over a decade older than you. The spark finally lit the flame though, leading to the best year of your lives. The best year of the boys’ lives as well. Neither you nor Eddie had ever seen the kids in all around better moods than this past year—and that’s even with the divorce and custody proceedings. 

A romantic date night was planned for the one year anniversary, a date that came with some discussion at first. You had brought up that you weren’t a fan of having your anniversary with Eddie on the same day that was his wedding anniversary with Brittany. Eddie was quick to assure you that this had just been the night he and Brittany were able to get out and celebrate their anniversary—not the actual day itself. 

“Pretty sure the fun you and I had that night went past midnight, into the next day anyway,” Eddie added with a smirk.

So, the evening was planned. An intimate dinner out together while Ryan has a sleepover at his friend Charlie’s house and Luke spends the night with Wayne. 

Even though you didn’t officially live with the Munson men yet, you did spend more time than not at their apartment. A drawer in Eddie’s dresser contained a stash of your clothes, a toothbrush sat right next to Eddie’s by the sink, and if you weren’t spending the night, the boys would call up at bedtime to say goodnight to you anyway. So, it made perfect sense for you to get ready at the apartment so you and Eddie could just go together to drop Luke off and Wayne’s and then be on your way to the restaurant. 

You’re in Eddie’s room, leaning over his dresser to get a better look at your face in the mirror as you apply eyeliner. Eddie is wearing black dress pants with a gray shirt that make you want to rip them right off. He’s currently securing his hair in a low bun as you do your best not to stab yourself in the eye with the stubby little black pencil. 

Just as you finish applying mascara, you hear the soft pitter-patter of Luke’s feet headed towards the master bedroom. 

“I frew up.”

“Oh, Christ,” Eddie mumbles under his breath, swiveling on one heel. “What happened?”

Luke shrugs. “My tummy hurt and then I frew up. But I got most of it in the toilet; wanna see?”

Eddie just looks at you, twisting the mascara wand back into the tube, then back at his son. 

“Most of it?” Eddie asks.

“Mhm.” Luke scampers back to the bathroom, and you and Eddie follow reluctantly. 

Both you and your boyfriend were expecting the smell to be worse as you step into the bathroom. Your eyes are on the ground, making sure not to step in anything Luke wasn’t able to get in the toilet. 

The sick mess in the toilet—and around it—is bright red. 

“Shit.” Eddie scoops up Luke, not caring that there’s now vomit on his dress shirt. “Luke, did you have any fruit snacks today at lunch? Gushers or Fruit Roll-Ups or something like that?”

The little boy shakes his head. “Just a chocolate chip cookie.”

Eddie looks at you, horrified. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen true fear in Eddie’s eyes, and it curdles your own stomach. 

“We have to get him to the hospital,” Eddie says. His tone is urgent, but not panicked. The last thing you need is for Luke to start freaking out. 

You nod in reply, already heading out into the hall, grabbing all three of your coats from the closet and tucking them under your arm. 

Luke is clearly confused. He keeps looking back and forth between you and his father, his little brow pinching together. 

“Why are we going to the hopsital?” he asks. “I feel good!”

Famous last words, Eddie thinks. He needs both hands and feet to count the number of times his kids have claimed that they weren’t sick just moments before they inevitably crashed. 

Neither you nor your boyfriend know how to respond to Luke, so you silently help him into his coat while Eddie shrugs on his own. The keys clang as Eddie takes them off a peg by the front door and tosses them your way. Then he picks up a still-confused Luke and heads out the door.

You drive while Eddie sits in the backseat with Luke. It’s quite obvious you two adults are more stressed out than the six-year-old is. Both of you keep checking in on him but there’s no deviation from the usual Luke-ness that you know and love. 

“How do you feel?” you ask, glancing at Luke in the rear view mirror.

“I’m hungry; can we get McDonalds?”

When you arrive at the emergency room, you pick up Luke to carry so Eddie can go ahead and alert the employees at the intake desk of what’s going on. 

The biting February wind stings your nose and cheeks as you cross the parking lot, but Luke keeps chatting away as though it’s just a regular evening.

“Did you know that birds feed their babies by frowing up in their beaks?”

“Wow, you know so many things,” you manage, trying to tamper your nausea and nerves.

“That’s like if you chewed up my chicken nuggets and spit them into my mouth.”

“Yup, I’ve got the visual.”

Secretly, your insides warm up, flattered that he considers you the “mommy bird.”

“My teacher got pooped on by a bird today, but she didn’t even notice.”

He continues talking through the whole process: waiting, triage, until he’s assigned a room and asked to wear a hospital gown. The moment you step out of the room to give him some privacy, it feels as if the world outside the small room has gone silent, save for the occasional beep from medical instruments. Now it’s too quiet without Luke’s chattering. Needing to do something besides just standing there, full of nervous energy, you walk down the hall to find a payphone and call Wayne to let him know what’s going on. 

Back in the room, Eddie is trying to get his nerves under control. Nothing’s wrong, he tries to assure himself. And even if there was—which there isn’t—he’s in the best possible place he could be and surrounded by professionals who probably see all sorts of things far worse than whatever this might be. 

“Where are the pants?” Luke asks, looking like a dog chasing its tail as he tries to get a look at the back of the gown. 

“No pants,” Eddie tells him as he ties the strings together in the back for him. There’s a soft knock on the door and Eddie tugs it open. 

You step back into the room and Luke grins and holds his arms out at his sides.

“Look! I’m wearing a dress just like you!”

Despite the seriousness of the visit, you can’t help but smile. Though your purple A-line dress looks nothing like the white gown covered in blue dots that he’s wearing. 

“Now you’re my twin instead of Daddy’s,” you tease.

That makes Luke giggle, and he sits down on the bed, dangling his short legs over the side. It isn’t long before Luke is taken back for tests, most of which Eddie is allowed to accompany him for. You know that’s probably bringing far more comfort to Eddie than Luke at the moment. 

You wait back in the room, anxious thoughts getting the better of you now that you’re alone and have time for your brain to wander. There are a bunch of brochures spread out on a table, so you decide to flip through some of them, keep your mind busy. None of them seem relevant to any medical issue you’ll ever have; then again, you never pictured yourself rushing a kid to the hospital for bloody puke, so you plunk down with a booklet on goiters. It mentions scurvy, which reminds you of Luke, and you have to stifle your amusement before you become known as the Woman Who Laughs at Goiters. 

The nurse brings Luke and Eddie back to the room, along with an old coloring book and some crayons. Artist that he is, Luke is already eyeing the different colors to see which one he’ll want to use first.

“It’ll be another hour until we have all the results,” the nurse announces somewhat apologetically. 

Eddie manages a weak smile as he plops into his chair. You reach over and slide your hand into his. A gentle squeeze greets your touch, and you give him one back in reassurance. 

Finally making his decision, Luke plucks a red crayon out of the box. 

“Did you know that these don’t taste like cherry?”

Everyone—including this poor nurse—stares at him.

“Luke,” Eddie starts, “why would you think it tastes like cherry?”

“Evan Holloway said it did,” Luke replies absentmindedly as he starts to color a fire truck, “but I think he was just kidding, because it tasted gross.”

Eddie bites back a comment about how the kid didn’t stand a chance at being nice with parents like Heather Holloway and Billy Hargrove. It’s not the time or place though.

“When did you eat the crayon?” You investigate further.

“Today during arts and crafts,” he says, tongue poking out of his lips as he concentrates on the drawing at hand. 

You and Eddie both look at the nurse apologetically.

“When I asked you about what you ate today that was red, why didn’t you mention the crayon?” Eddie’s teeth are gritted as he tries to maintain his composure. 

“You asked about fruit snacks, not crayons.” He pauses and looks up from his coloring book. “But don’t worry; I took the paper off first.”

“Oh, good.” Eddie rolls his eyes, and you put your hand on his shoulder. 

Luke’s confession—and subsequent perfect test results—allow him to be discharged. He falls asleep in the car almost as soon as Eddie puts it in drive and leaves the parking lot. 

The ride home is draped in comfortable, relaxing silence. After hours of machines incessantly beeping, doctors checking in, and Luke whining about his boredom, the quiet is certainly welcome. At least now there’s a massive weight off of your and Eddie’s shoulders.

The little boy doesn’t even stir when you arrive at home, so Eddie carries him into the apartment and to his room, gently tucking him into bed. 

“G’night, crazy kid,” he says with a soft laugh. He kisses his forehead, and you do the same before you both head to your own bedroom. 

“Baby, I’m so tired—” Eddie starts, the two of you practically collapsing onto the queen-sized mattress. 

You muster up a nod. “Me, too, Eds.” 

“Raincheck on me rocking your world?” he smirks, leaning in and kissing your nose. 

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I’m home!”

Ryan’s excited voice jolts you awake; when you glance at the clock, it’s only a bit after 7 AM. Charlie’s mom must’ve been eager to end the sleepover. 

Eddie pushes himself up on an elbow and cracks one eye open. “Wait, Ry; how did you get in the house?” He didn’t have a spare key, and Eddie always made sure the doors were locked at night. 

Ryan shrugs. “I rang the buzzer and Luke let me in.”

Eddie groans and lets out a yawn. He’ll have to remind his youngest son about making sure an adult knows someone’s coming into the house, but he doesn’t have the energy now. Instead, he focuses on Ryan. “Ya have fun at Charlie’s?”

“Yeah!” he chirps. “We had—” 

You slowly sit up, trying to keep your temper at being woken up. “Can we hear this story over breakfast, Ry?”

He agrees and bounds into the kitchen, you and Eddie sleepily trailing behind. 

Luke is already halfway through a bowl of Frosted Flakes when the three of you walk out to the kitchen. 

“Ryan!” he shouts, way too loud for this early in the morning. Cereal sprays everywhere, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I went to the hospital last night!” 

Ryan’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “What?!”

“Yeah! I just told Grandpa about it.”

Eddie frowns in confusion. “When did you talk to Grandpa?” He grabs a bowl from the pantry and pours himself some cereal. Nothing sugary like the boys eat; those days are behind him. 

“I just called him before when I woke up,” Luke says with a shrug.

You throw some Eggos in the toaster for Ryan while the boys both regale you with their respective tales. Luke manages to make it sound much more fun than it actually was last night, tapping into his father’s knack for storytelling. Part of you is surprised there’s no supernatural elements to this tale. 

A little later in the day there’s a knock on the door. Eddie turns the knob and is surprised to see Wayne on the other side. He raises his eyebrows as he regards the older man. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks before realizing how that sounded. “I mean, hi.”

“I told Luke I was coming over,” Wayne says, nodding to the younger boy coming up behind his father. 

Eddie looks at the boy as he closes the door behind Wayne. 

“Luke, you never told me that.”

“You didn’t ask.”

Even though he already told him on the phone, Luke once again laments the events of last night to his grandfather. Once he’s done, Ryan tells Wayne all about his sleepover at Charlie’s last night. 

When he finally gets a moment to talk to you and Eddie without the rugrats around, Wayne offers to take the boys for the rest of the day and overnight so the two of you can have a do over on your anniversary date.

“You sure, Old Man?” Eddie asks.

“Positive. I’ll just keep ‘em away from crayons.”

The moment the three of them leave, Eddie locks the door behind them and grabs your hand to drag you into the bedroom.

“Eds!”

“Oh, right; where are my manners?” Eddie admonishes himself. “I should take you out to eat first.” He heads into the kitchen and fishes the brochure for your go-to Chinese restaurant. Not even needing to ask you, he orders your favorites before hanging up and turning back to you. “Now, time for my meal.” There’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “If you don’t cum in thirty minutes, your next orgasm is free.”

The moment your back lands on the bed, he tugs off your pants and panties and buries himself between your legs. There’s time for slow and romantic later, you both need each other now.

“This pussy is perfect, goddamn.”

Any response is futile as words have left your brain the second Eddie’s tongue flicks over your clit. He does it over and over again, causing your abdomen muscles to tighten and your fists grip the blanket below you. 

You let your eyes fall closed and lose yourself in the feeling of Eddie sucking on your clit. He knows the exact speeds and pressures to get you where he wants you, changing it up in the most pleasurable of ways. As your back arches off the bed at a particularly harsh suck, Eddie slips two fingers into your waiting hole, meeting no resistance. Being stretched by and filled with Eddie just has you that much closer to hitting your high. 

Eddie pumps his fingers in time with his licks and it isn’t long before you feel that familiar heat building up in your body. Your boyfriend must be able to sense this as well, because he curls his fingers up against your walls as his tongue continues to flick over your sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s enough to have you seeing stars. Part of you wants it to last longer, but you know Eddie will do this again and again for you if you ask. The thought of him wanting to make you feel good and wanting your body so much is the push you need into oblivion.

“Fuck! Oh shit, Eddie,” you whine, a hand going down to grip his hair. “I’m—I’m coming.”

Eddie knows how to extract every last wave of pleasure from you as he works you through the orgasm. This he’ll take his time with, after being in such a haste to get you off. You feel boneless as you lay on the bed, utterly wrecked from your boyfriend’s thick fingers and sinful mouth. 

You whine as Eddie slips his fingers from your pussy, but the whine turns into a moan when he pops them into his mouth. It’s suddenly given you a burst of energy.

“My turn,” you say, giving him a salacious grin. 

Eddie flings his shirt into an abyss of laundry and rolls onto his back so you can trail kisses down his torso. He giggles when your fingers brush against his stomach as you unbuckle his belt and tug his pants off. His erection springs free, already leaking pre-cum from getting you off. 

“Such a pretty cock, Eds,” you muse, your lips tenderly touching the head. “And it’s all mine, huh?”

“Y-Yup,” his breath hitches. “All yours; please, please suck it for me.”

You happily oblige—as if there was any doubt that you would—licking from base to tip with a flattened tongue. His thighs twitch at the contact, the movement punctuated with a low groan. You never knew how much you appreciated a vocal man until you’d slept with Eddie. Now it’s a goal of yours to get him to make as much noise as possible.

“Oh, princess,” he growls, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Baby girl.”

Your hand grasps the part of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth, leaving no square inch of his cock untouched in some way. You want—no, you need—to make him feel good. Thinking back to that first time together, fueled by lust, but also a desire for one another. A longing that had burned steady in both of you. Eddie could have waited up for Brittany and had lackluster sex; you could have hooked up with that guy from your anthropology class who’s always checking you out. But that wouldn’t have been satisfying; you craved Eddie and Eddie craved you. It was impossible to satisfy that urge any other way.

He bucks his hips gently now, his signal that he’s close. You pump him faster, grip him tighter, until he’s spilling into your mouth and down your chin. 

Once you’re satisfied that you’ve milked everything you can from him, you pull off and swallow his load. Eddie manages just enough strength to lift his head up as he attempts to catch his breath. His eyes darken as he watches you lick your lips and wipe off the cum that drooled out onto your chin and pop it in your mouth. 

“God damn,” Eddie breathes out. 

You share in that sentiment. This fast and rough sex is exactly what the two of you needed after such a scary and stressful evening last night.

The doorbell rings and your boyfriend flops his head back down, his curls spilling around his pillow like a halo. 

“Want me to get it?” you offer, pushing yourself off the bed.

“Uh uh,” Eddie tuts. He haphazardly reaches over the side of the bed to search for his boxers. “Only I get to see you looking this wrecked.” A playful wink is thrown your way as Eddie sits up. He hops off the bed and slips on his boxers, sweats, and an old Deep Purple t-shirt. “You get dressed, baby.” 

“Don’t wanna,” you say with a pout. 

It makes Eddie chuckle, and he presses a kiss to the side of your head before reaching for the knob on the bedroom door.

“Don’t worry, we can take them off again later.”

Eddie strolls out of the room, and you raid your drawer in his dresser. There’s an old pair of jeans shoved in the back that you pull out and hop into those while you scoop one of Eddie’s old Hellfire shirts that he let you cut and customize to your liking—a true sign of love right there—laying over the arm of a chair. 

When you meet Eddie in the living room, he’s unpacking your food into the coffee table. There’s a pile of VHS tapes in the corner of the room, and though most of them are the kids’, you manage to find Benny & Joon and pop that into the player. 

The moment you plop down on the couch next to Eddie, he wraps his arm around your hips and tugs your body up against his. 

“It’s difficult to eat with one hand, you know,” you tell him when he doesn’t move his arm.

“I’ll deal.”

Somehow, he does—even if it causes a bit of a mess on the couch and coffee table.

Eddie swallows a mouth full of rice and turns to look at you. His eyes take in your profile, the expression on his face turning to adoring almost instantly.

“I’m really grateful that you were there with me last night,” he admits, voice softer and more serious than usual. “I don’t know if I would’ve been able to handle that without you.”

The way that you look at him from beneath your eyelashes takes his breath away. He gets just as stunned by your beauty now as he did when he opened the front door that first time he met you.

“Yes, you could’ve,” you assure him. “You’re stronger than you think, Eddie. But I’m glad you didn’t have to do it alone. There’s nowhere I’d rather have been at the moment than with you. Well…I’d have liked not to have had to go to the hospital at all, but you know.”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “Turns out we didn’t need to anyway.” Your boyfriend sighs and runs a hand over his face. “God, Luke’s gonna kill me someday.”

“Kill you with his cuteness, you mean.”

“You mean because he looks just like me?” Eddie asks, a cocky smirk dancing on his lips.

“Of course,” you say with a chuckle. You lean in and press your lips to Eddie’s, resting your hand on his chest.

“You mean the world to me,” Eddie whispers against your lips. He knows he’s told you that many times, in many different ways. But it’s because he needs you to know how true it is. Having a partner who he can count on and trust with his life—with his son’s lives. It’s new to him, and even after a year, it surprises him every day how much you do for him and the boys. Your kindness and your heart are bottomless, he’s decided. And though he has no clue how he got so lucky, he’s not about to question it.

“I feel the same way about you,” you reply, also in a soft tone. Eddie always tells you the way that you make his life better, but he tends to brush you off when you try to do the same. He believes you deserve more than him, but he doesn’t realize there isn’t any more than him. He is everything.

“I can’t believe we’ve been together a year,” Eddie says. Sometimes it feels like it went by in the blink of an eye, but when he thinks about all the shit the two of you have had to overcome, he thinks that a year feels about right.

“Best year ever,” you say. “Even dealing with a certain psycho couldn’t ruin it.” You don’t want to mention Brittany by name, but you need to let him know that you’d do it all over time and time again despite her and all the bullshit.

“Aw, come on. Ryan’s not that bad,” Eddie jokes. You giggle and bury your face in his neck. Electricity sparks where your skin rests against his and Eddie wraps you up in his arms. “Happy anniversary, baby. I love you much.”

“I love you too,” you murmur against his skin. You go to wish him a happy anniversary as well, but Eddie’s loud growling stomach steals your thunder and sends you into another round of giggles. “Would you like some of my food?”

“God, you’re perfect.”

Not five minutes after the two of you finish your food, Eddie has you on your back, his body resting comfortably on top of yours as you makeout. The kisses are slow and passionate, taking your time to explore one another’s mouths. Hands roam each other’s bodies, some soft touches and some rough grabs—all of it possessive.

Needing air, Eddie pulls his mouth from yours and begins to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Strong fingers dig into your hips as you lift your own hands to tangle in his soft curls.

“Bedroom?” Eddie growls against your skin.

“No,” you say, wrapping your legs around the man’s hips to keep him where he is. “Want you here.”

“Mm, whatever my princess wants,” Eddie mutters, punctuating it by grazing your jaw with his teeth. Slowly, he sits up, bringing you with him until you’re seated comfortably in his lap.

You shiver, his tongue warm against your neck and hands strong on your back and sides. It’s as though you can’t be close enough to him, your hips rolling to create a friction that has both of you aroused. 

Eddie unbuttons your jeans disapprovingly. “Don’t know why you even bothered to put these back on,” he tuts, apparently forgetting that he was the one who told you to. “Now I gotta rip ‘em off again. Making this harder than it needs to be.”

“Tell me more about making things harder,” you tease, grinding against his stiff length with the intent of feeling him through your panties. 

“You’re trouble,” he murmurs into your mouth, a smile twitching on his lips. “I fuckin’ love it.”

Your pants get shrugged down your legs, not even making it all the way off, and your lace thong gets pushed over slightly to expose your pussy. Eddie pulls himself out of his boxers and runs his cock along your soaked core before aligning himself with your entrance. 

“Tha’s it,” he moans as you sink onto him, taking every inch within your walls. “Fuck, you know exactly what I want.”

You bite your lip and nod. It’s as though your brain clicks off when he first enters you, your head filled only with thoughts of Eddie Eddie Eddie. 

Once you regain some semblance of sanity, you hold onto his biceps and bounce on his cock, the tip hitting your sweet spot over and over. “So big—so full,” you manage, eyes rolling back as he thrust up into you. 

“That’s right; you’re fuckin’ full of me,” he grits out, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. “And I’m gonna pump you full of my cum, too.”

You nod before gently biting down on his shoulder. “Please. Want your cum.”

“I know you do, princess. Because I’ve gotta fill you with my cum to knock you up, don’t I?”

You can only whimper in response, but that isn’t satisfactory for your boyfriend. 

“Words, princess.”

“Want you to knock me up!” It comes out in one pathetic breath. 

His thrusts become more frantic, needier. “Oh, I don’t think you want it,” he goads. “I think you need it. I think you need me to get you pregnant, so you can show off that you fuckin’ belong to me—and only me.”

Tears form along your lash line; your orgasm is so close, but you know he can withhold your pleasure if you don’t answer him. “Need your baby,” you whisper. “Need everyone to know I’m yours.”

“God fuckin’ damn.” The thought of you swollen with pregnancy has him unhinged, his thumb circling your clit as his own release nears. “Gonna fuck you so full.”

You clench around him, chanting his name while you cum. He follows, holding down your hips so he can slam into you and give you every last drop. 

A string of breathy whines leaves your lips as you lower your head down to Eddie’s shoulder. His grip on you softens and slowly glides up your body until one hand trails up and down your back and the other cups the back of your head. 

“How was that?” he murmurs.

“Fucking amazing and you know it,” you mumble against his shoulder. 

Eddie chuckles and you pick your head up to press your lips against his. 

“Don’t wanna move,” you say with a sigh.

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie coos. “Just want to keep me inside of you forever, don’t you?”

As hard as he just made you cum, you shouldn’t get so instantly turned on by his words and teasing tone. And though he may be teasing, he is also absolutely correct. 

You push against his chest playfully and reluctantly move yourself off of his lap. As gracefully as you can manage—which isn’t very—you lay back down on the couch. A trickle down the inside of your thigh tells you that Eddie’s cum is escaping. Your boyfriend seems to notice this just as you do.

“Absolutely not,” he says as uses two fingers to shove it back into you. 

The feeling has your eyes fluttering closed as you let your muscles relax into the cushions. 

“Ah, shit,” Eddie says.

“What?” you ask, forcing your eyes open. Eddie’s looking down and you follow his line of sight to see that some of his cum got away from both of you and landed on your jeans. “Oh, it’s okay. They’re—huh.”

A giggle begins to bubble up out of you and Eddie raises an eyebrow in question.

“Eds, these are the same jeans I was wearing that night,” you tell him.

“Our first night?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I couldn’t find them when I went to get dressed. Someone else did though and threw them in my face.” You chuckle at the memory. “I didn’t even remember I had these jeans stashed here at your place.” 

“And as nice as they are,” Eddie drawls, crawling on top of your body, “I think you look far better without them on. Or any pants. Or any clothes.”

You smirk up at him and drape your arms around his neck. “What do you say we make some new stains, then?”

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

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PROMPTS FROM MY OLD FANFICTIONS LOL *  assorted lines from the dumb fics i used to write, adjust as necessary

i forgot you don't like us calling you that.

we have some other issues to deal with.

what's so funny?

i can handle it.

the only thing standing between you and the barrel of a gun is me, and it's going to stay like that. i'm not moving.

go on a date, for christ's sake! meet a guy! go hang out with friends! be social for once in your life!

i'm so freaking proud of you!

yes, i watched a grown man cry. i think we've established that.

what did you say your last name was?

this game is so not fair.

you saw the blood.

you believe she actually loves you?

it was never about love.

we need to talk.

ding ding ding! we have a winner!

you know, you shouldn't be drinking this early.

i did not come all this way to see you killed like he was.

that was never part of our agreement.

bullshit. don't lie to me.

it's all right. don't panic. just keep breathing.

let's try for a little self-control.

convincing enough for you?

chivalry is dead, [name].

the last thing i want to do is get on a plane.

i never really got to say goodbye to you.

you went to mcdonalds? and you didn't get me anything?

do you wanna just watch a movie?

why would anyone be upset with you?

[name], i want you to leave.

things will work out.

i heard about that. i'm sorry.

i'm not here to kill you.

maybe i should take that from you.

go. i'm asking you. you need a day off.

what planet are we on?

so that's it, then? you're not leaving?

there's nothing out there for me anymore.

i'm not done with this.

we can't just give up!

i don't want to interrupt them.

don't you think that maybe you're here for a reason?

did you have breakfast already? i'm starving.

it could be possible.

i miss them. i miss them so much.

it wasn't your fault.

are you scared of him?

we're out of toilet paper in the bathroom.

you're always right.

i didn't make him cry.

we have a situation here!

i just hope my ravioli's good.

you don't have anything to worry about, really.

yeah. let's get this done.

it's a nightmare, i tell you.

well... now's your chance to catch up.

it looks like... somehow... we're being held hostage.

there's someone behind this door.

you don't have to leave just yet.

whatever you did, it worked.

i didn't mean to shoot at you.

you've been here since nine in the morning!

where are we? and who are you?

don't you realize it's past midnight?

you should be sleeping.

i thought it was a good plan.

turn your car around now.

look, [name], be careful.

you're in my basement.

[name]! it's been too long!

i quite enjoyed it.

a little culture never hurt anyone.

i think that's a wonderful idea.

thank you for the invitation. i might have to take you up on that.

remind me why we don't eat here more often?

i can't ask you to do this.

i won't let you down, [name].

my plan is working.

you do what you feel is right.

you don't have to go all yoda on me. i get it.

what kind of hero does that?

now you know why i haven't left this house.

same time next week?

it's been a while for me, too.

let me help you. we'll take it slow.

you are making a terrible mistake.

for the last time, you are not my father.

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[hoshigray]

HEYYY🤪who ever requested y/n bratting off to toji is a blessing fr.🙏🏼 Can you also do the same thing but fluff edition. If the post is gone, dont worry about it. Love your writing!!

No worries, noonie, bc I made sure to save the fluff version as a Word doc if needed, lol. But here ya go, hope ya enjoy and tysm!!:)

Reminder: This is a sfw/fluff version of this thirst!

Cw: Toji x reader - fluff!! - pet names (baby, kid/kiddo) - implied that reader is shorter than Toji - first, the reader is sour, but then they're sweet :) - Toji calls you a 'bitch' but not in a belittling way, just frustrated with your antics - lots of humor bc we love making this man suffer, lol - the reader gives him a scare hiding from him (again, make him suffer! but he's hella worried about you so </3) - angst(?) - reader being a brat and Toji being a grumpy bf = a perfect couple ♡ Wc: 2.4k

It's late in the night, WAY past the midnight hour. The streets are quiet, people are home sleeping, and the air is curtained in a cool mist from rain not too long ago.

And yet here you are, in an open grocery store skimming through the fruits section. You pick up a bag of apples and examine them before placing them back down, moving on to the next aisle.

Behind you, the squeaky wheels of the shopping cart follow your every step, driven by your boyfriend — Toji.

The two of you had left a movie theater to see a movie you'd been anticipating seeing, which only had seating at the last showing of its week — 12:30 a.m. The runtime was two hours and thirty minutes, so it wasn't to your surprise that the plaza was utterly empty by the time it ended. Although you're happy you got to see the movie, you made a mental note to get tickets earlier next time.

Suddenly, you realize you forgot to grocery shop, and most nearby stores are closed. But after many trips around the neighborhood, you've finally found a store open for twenty-four hours.

So here you are, scoping around the aisles to pick up things and check them off your list. Now all there's left is the toilet paper, which would be right on the top shelf...that you can't reach.

You turn to your side to see your boyfriend looking down at his phone. Well, he's no help. With a sigh, you place your phone inside your pocket and try to carefully reach for the toilet paper, stepping on the lower shelves and being mindful not to step on any of the items below.

Toji notices something up when he glances up at you trying to climb up to get something from the top shelf. Putting his phone in his jean jacket, he comes around and hovers over you while grabbing for the toilet paper. You watch, and you shake your head at him. Damn, tall people...Hold on. An idea pops inside your head, and a grin molds onto your lips.

"Hey!" You call out to the man before he puts the item at the bottom of the cart. "I was getting that."

"I know, but y'r lil legs and arms weren't getting you any far, baby." He sends you a sly smirk, causing you to take offense to his comment.

Oh, two can play this game, Mister..."Put it back."

His brows crease together. "What?"

"Put it back up there," you repeat yourself to the man and point at the top shelf. His confused expression is still present when he hesitantly does what you instruct him. "And then pick me up to get it."

He looks at you like you're crazy. "What kind of shit are you on?"

You giggle. "Oh, come on, Toji. I was trying to get it, so I wanna do it."

"You could barely touch it."

"Not unless I have my trusty, tall boyfriend to help me, so pick me up!" You lift your arms for your waist to be open for grabs, and Toji just stares at you. With a heavy sigh and a scrunched expression, he lifts you up effortlessly, and you happily take the toilet paper he just put back up.

You beam at him once you're put down, and the older man has never rolled his eyes so fast. "Actin' like a damn kid."

Your tone is matter-of-fact as you put the item under the cart: "You call me a kid all the time, so I gotta uphold the title. Okay, that should be everything from my list, so let's get the other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

"Yeah, like sandwich meat, chips, and juice for Tsumiki and Megumi. They're going swimming with their friends tomorrow, and they need lunch to take with them."

Toji crosses his arms, examining you walk past him with the cart. "I suppose you're the one paying for all that."

"I'm absolutely...not," you don't have to turn around to know the man behind you has his jaw dropped. "I'm paying for the things on my list, and you pay for the other stuff."

"And what makes you think I'd pay? I already paid for the dinner and the tickets for the damn movie."

"Yes, indeed you did. But guess what, I'm using my money for my things. So, Toji dearest, it's only right that you pay for the things for your children." You peek behind you to see your boyfriend throw daggers at you with emerald eyes. Your smile only grows. "What kind of father would you be if you don't care for those angels?"

Toji just groans and mumbles curses under his breath. "They're only angels when you're around, ya damn brat..."

The two of you head to the snack aisle, the right side harboring a massive assortment of chips. You stop the cart when you spot a brand of chips you remember is a favorite in the Fushiguro household. The only problem is that the flavor you're looking for — which is on the bottom shelf — is nearly empty, meaning the last few are further in the back.

"Hey, Toji," The named man comes from behind, resting his chin on your head. "Those chips down there, ya think there could still be some in the far back?"

"Mmm," His broad chest vibrates against your back from his gruff hum. "Probably."

"Mind getting them for me."

"....Why can't you get it?"

"Because I told you to get it. Besides," you bring up your hands with two fingers up to air quote your following sentence. "I don't think my 'lil arms and legs' will get me far."

Toji's quiet for a few moments, and you bite your lip to not laugh. But it's no use when he flicks your ear before leaving your side, giggles fake cries of pain exiting your lips. "Fuckin' bitch."

"I heard that!"

"Good." You blow a raspberry at him as he groans, kneeling to the floor, and crouches to put his head under the shelf. The image of your brawny man squeezing through the racks is a rarity, and you can't laugh because you know he'll kill you once he gets back up. So, with silent quickness, you grab your smartphone, take a picture, and swiftly put it back in your pocket. You chuckle to yourself in accomplishment. That's for calling me a bitch, you bastard.

The man comes up with a bag of chips in hand, the exact flavor you were looking for. However, "Woah, woah, woah, that's not the right size."

"What are you on about this time?"

"I always get the family-size. That's just the regular one."

"Yeah, so?"

"So?" The older man is visibly vexed that you repeat after him, yet you continue. "Toji, I know you're gonna snack on those later, but I'm gonna use it to pack lunch for the kids. And judging by how small the packaging is, that's not gonna last for the entire week — let alone three days. Miki and Megs aren't gonna like you for that. Go get the family-size pack."

"They don't have it down here; it's just this!"

"Well, what are you gonna do? Buy three more bags...Oh."

Toji notices you spot something that puts your thoughts aside, so he follows your line of sight to the top shelf. As you described earlier, family-sized chips were stationed at the very top, unlike at the bottom stand where they usually are.

All you can do is smile sheepishly at Toji when you two glance at each other, the older man giving you the heaviest glare you've ever received. "If you ask me to pick you up again, I'm throwin' ya up there and leavin' you til next time."

"Don't bother. I'm going to get the sandwich meats." You turn away from him and the cart to hide your laughs and head to the deli aisle. "You stay right there. I'll be right back."

"Hmph, whatever." The man grabs the right size of chips and chucks them into the cart. And then he leans against the shelves, waiting for your arrival so you two can finally leave the store.

One minute pasts. Then two...Three....Four.....Five—What the fuck!?

There's no way the store is that big for you to find the deli aisle. It's nearly been six minutes, and you have yet to return to the snack aisle! Toji can only wonder what it is that's taking you so damn long. They probably saw somethin' cute and will ask me to get it for 'em. Hmph, like hell. Or maybe they don't have the sandwich meats they're lookin' for and are tryin' to find something else to substitute. Or they could be lost, who knows.

But the more he thinks, his thoughts delve into darker reflections. And if they're lost, would they run into someone for help? What if that person doesn't work here, talking to a damn stranger. What if that bastard is making them uncomfortable? Taking advantage of them. Or worse: a kidnapping.

Dread corrupts all of Toji's senses when his mind wanders to the worst scenarios, but he can't help it when you haven't returned to him. There's already one person he's lost in his life, and he wouldn't want to lose you too. That's why he straightens himself up and ditches the cart full of your stuff to find you for himself. Because if you aren't in this store right now, things will start to get ugly.

He storms out of the aisle, looking around to assess the parameter. Deep breaths don't seem to calm him down, as the dry bob in his throat makes it difficult to swallow. He looks up to see the signs for every aisle. Deli...Where the hell is—

That thought grinds to a halt when he hears footsteps approach from behind. So Toji turns around with haste, grabbing the pocket knife always kept in his jean pocket.

However, he doesn't pull the defensive weapon out. Instead, his tense physique relaxes, and a wave of relief soothes him down back to Earth. Because the footsteps belonged to you. You were okay.

"Damn, you and your freaky senses! I was hiding behind that bread rack over there and waiting for you to turn around so I could surprise you. Hehe, but I can see you must've—Ow, ow, ouch!!!"

Unlike before, genuine cries of pain fly out your mouth when Toji pinches your cheeks, twisting them so hard that you scream louder the tighter the grip. He doesn't let go until you step on his foot, and even then, the hurtful wails are replaced with laughter.

"You absolute fucking brat." You try to cover your giggles with your hands, but the irritated expression on Toji's face makes it difficult to keep your composure. "Over here tryin' to scare me and shit when I'm wondering what the hell's takin' you so damn long. Not even my own damn kids give me this much trouble."

"Oh shit, pfffthaha. At lea-At least I—wheeze," You're trying so hard to look your boyfriend in the eye, but God was you in hysterics. Tears prickle, and you slowly reveal some packaged items in your hands. "At least I got the sandwich meat."

Toji swiftly snatches the deli products off your grasp, causing you to laugh even harder to the point of your stomach hurting and your eyes forced shut. But that doesn't stop the man from pulling you to the unattended cart by the back of your neck, caging you between him and the handlebar.

But no matter, because you still laugh walking down the aisle with him. You still laugh at the self-checkout. And you still laugh when putting the groceries in the trunk of Toji's car and placing the cart in the corral.

Even when you sit in the passenger seat, chuckles fill the silence and one-sided tension. You peer to Toji's side to see him harbor a scowl while facing the windshield, downright avoiding you. "Oh, come on, Toji, it was just a little prank. You gotta admit it was kinda funny!"

He shakes his head, eyes still honed in front of him.

"What? Oh, so you're not gonna talk to me?"

Nothing.

"Are you serious? Toji, it wasn't even that big of a deal. Were you worried about me for real—"

"Yeah, kid." Now he looks at you; his forest-green orbs capture yours as if luring you to listen to what he's saying. "I was fuckin' worried about you. Thought somethin' bad happened or...whatever, forget it." Toji lets a heavy sigh exit his system, resting his head on his hand.

And you just watch him, not bothering to say a word back. It doesn't take long for you to understand where he's coming from because you're already beating yourself about it with the uneasy silence between you two.

You know about Toji's loss — his late wife, Megumi's mother. You don't know too much about her passing. However, you're enormously aware of how significant a toll the loss took on Toji. It took him a long time to even consider dating again and putting a label on your relationship.

So now that he's with you, it's easy to understand that he doesn't want you getting hurt and anything dreadful happening on your end.

And yet, acting like a child isn't making things any better.

You silently exhale and hesitantly set a hand on the one lying still on his thigh. You notice his head turn in your direction from the sudden contact, but you don't address it, just leaning on him with your head on his shoulder. Toji lets you do so.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry like that." You say to him, your eyes on your hand rubbing on the back of his. "Just wanted to act silly with you, is all. Didn't want to scare you."

"Who told you to act silly?"

"Uhh, me? 'Cause it's like 3 a.m., just the two of us. And it's the weekend."

You can feel the rise and fall of his shoulder following the sigh he lets out through his nose. Toji then removes his hand from you and puts it on your shoulder to keep you close. "You can be a pain in the ass, ya know that, kiddo?"

"Yeah, yeah. But I know you love me for it~." You move to happily kiss him on the cheek.

"Yeah, sure." He kisses your temple and rests his head on yours. The two of you indulge in the comfortable silence of the car for a few minutes, relinquishing each other's presence before driving home. "Just be a lil' more careful, 'kay, baby?"

"Mmm, promise."

...

But you're still gonna make that picture you took of Toji your wallpaper. It's a true gem. Plus, it's what you get for calling me a bitch.

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #jjk imagines #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji imagine #toji headcanons #toji fanfic #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader

[thebreadvansstuff]

"Who are you kissing at midnight?"

Harry goes to Liam's New Year's Eve party with a single thought on his mind; don't repeat last year.

It's not like he remembers last year, he has just heard countless stories of how he managed to make a fool of himself while being drunk out of his mind.

This year, he's a changed man, and he absolutely won't make the same mistakes.

If he has to stay away from Liam's swanky home bar, then so be it.

At least, this way he'll be able to start the new year with dignity and self respect.

Liam greets him at the door with a hug, and a wagging finger. "This'll be your last party if you go pissing in my vase again," he warns.

Harry sighs. "The toilet was occupied for hours, Liam, hours! What was I to do?" he defends himself for the umpteenth time.

Liam narrows his eyes. "Not piss in my vase?"

Harry rolls his eyes.

"Come on in," Liam tugs him inside, pressing a smacking kiss on Harry's forehead.

Harry spots Zayn immediately, mingling with a bunch of people presumably from Liam's office, whom Harry can't remember for obvious reasons.

"Hi, Zee!" Harry greets, pulling him in a hug.

"Hey," Zayn greets. "Remember Niall and Louis?"

Harry looks up with his eyebrows furrowed. The blonde guy doesn't ring any bells, but the other guy... Harry is sure he'd remember him if they'd met before. You simply can't forget a face like that.

"No. I don't think we've met," Harry asks more than states.

"You spilled your beer on Niall last year," Zayn chimes in with a chuckle.

Harry's cheeks heat up with embarrassment, but the blonde guy says "It's alright, mate. You were shitfaced, so I can't blame you."

The thought of being so obviously drunk in front of practical strangers isn't any more comforting to Harry, but at least it seems that Niall is an easygoing and forgiving person. He'll count that as a win.

"And you and Louis -" Zayn speaks up again.

"Haven't met before," the brunette interrupts, extending a heavily tattooed hand.

Harry shakes it with a smile and batting eyelashes, biting his lip when he realizes how firm Louis' grip is. When their hands part, their eyes meet, electrifying the atmosphere.

For the rest of the night, Harry finds himself following Louis around, looking for him in the people when they part ways.

And almost always, Louis is looking right back at him, like he too has been searching for Harry.

Harry cannot explain it, but the instant, undeniable attraction he feels to this man is very much palpable, and he'll be damned if he doesn't make his move before the year ends.

He's dancing with Liam, jumping up and down to the rhythm of the music, watching Louis and Zayn dance together across the makeshift dance floor.

The lights are dimmed almost to blackness, and the minutes are counting down to the New Year. The living room is filled with joyful people, most of whom are at least a little tipsy (which Harry is only a little jealous of), and all of whom have found a partner to kiss at midnight.

As much as Harry loves Liam, he can't possibly have his first kiss of the new year with his best friend, when there's such a good-looking man eyeing him with hungry eyes.

"Should I bring Zayn over for you to kiss at midnight?" Harry asks Liam, winking suggestively.

Liam looks around the living room, and when he spots Zayn, he turns back to Harry again. "He's with Louis."

"I can take Louis if you want. We can swap couples and everyone will be happy. Don't tell me you don't want Zayn to kiss you."

Harry can't see in the darkness, but if he could, he's sure he'd see Liam's cheeks painted red.

"I'll arrange it, leave it to me."

With that, he leaves Liam behind and makes his way across the room. Louis watches him with a smirk, like he knows exactly where this is going.

Harry taps Zayn's shoulder.

"Who are you kissing at midnight?" Harry shouts over the music.

Zayn shrugs, looking between Louis and Harry. "Wow, people are fighting over me. So many of you wanna kiss me tonight."

Harry rolls his eyes. "I don't wanna kiss you, idiot. Liam does, though."

Zayn's eyes widen at that, and he stops smiking stupidly like he was only a minute ago.

"He does?"

Harry nods. "Now go. There's only twenty seconds left!"

"So, it looks like you'll be my kiss then," Louis says with a satisfied grin.

"Looks like it, yeah."

Harry wraps his arms around Louis' neck as the countdown begins.

10...9...8...

Louis' hands settle on Harry's waist, pulling him in close.

7...6...5...4...

Harry watches Louis' tongue dart out to lick his lips.

3...2...1...

"Happy New Year!"

Harry's lips meet Louis' in an electrifying kiss, with an ease and passion he can't explain. The feeling is almost familiar, but Harry can't place it.

Maybe it's because he can't possibly focus on anything else apart from Louis' hands on him, the tight press of their bodies together, the way his tongue moves.

The music has started again, and Harry can distantly hear people singing along, exchanging wishes and laughing, but Harry can't seem to stop the kiss, not when Louis doesn't want to either.

They pull away when their lips are raw from biting, numb from kissing.

"Happy New Year," Harry whispers, his eyes drooping in a haze.

"Hap-"

Out of nowhere, Niall appears. "Jeez, not again!"

Harry frowns. "What d' you mean?"

He looks between Louis, who's biting his lip, and Niall, who's blinking rapidly.

"Last year?" he asks, like the answer is obvious.

Harry turns to look at Louis in confusion.

"We may have kissed again," Louis says.

"What?" Harry exclaims. "Last year?"

Louis scrunches his nose. "Yep."

Harry takes a step back, shakes his head as if that'll bring the memory back. "Wh - how? We've met before?"

Niall claps his hands and announces, "Imma go find Zayn and Liam."

"We met at Liam's party, last year. We kissed at midnight, but stopped there cause you were too drunk. And then, I wanted to give you my number or something to have when you were sober, but you ran off to pee, I think? And then Liam was yelling at you and then we all left."

Harry groans as he rubs his temples, mentally trying to go back in time. "I can't believe I don't remember kissing you. Or meeting you, for that matter. How drunk was I?"

Louis shrugs, but his grimace gives Harry a hint.

"I mean a kiss like that? I should remember it, cause you're like so fit and I -" Harry looks up at a grinning Louis, "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"Don't worry. You can't top last year," Louis jokes, waggling his eyebrows and Harry slaps his arm, mock offended.

"I'm sorry I didn't remember you. I really was wasted," Harry admits shyly.

"I mean it's not bad for my ego, having someone like you be attracted to me twice."

Harry shakes his head in disbelief, but his smile reaches his ears.

"I was hoping this year you'd stay around long enough to give me your number, though," Louis adds.

They're only eight minutes into the New Year, and it already seems promising.

Send me a line, and I'll write a snippet - X-MAS edition!

#send me a line and i'll write a snippet #christmas drabbles #my writing

[blackacre13]

I think its pretty much an established fact that lou is a total womaniser, so I have this headcanon that after Debbie comes back from jail and they rekindle their relationship Lou has some problems going back to being completely monogamous. So could you do a Lou pov where she has all these girls flinging themselves at her and usually she wouldn't hesitate to say yes but Debbie means so much to her that she could never cheat. bonus points if the end has loubbie smut ;)

“You sure you don’t want to come with me tonight?” Lou asked, lingering in the doorway like she’d done every night for the last week.

She didn’t want to push Debbie. She didn’t. Lou couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to try to slip back into any sort of normal after what Debbie had been through, but a selfish part of her wanted Debbie to make her presence known in Lou’s club. Mark her territory. Declare that she was back.

Lou could say she was taken in a dozen different ways, but she’d also been saying that for years while Debbie was away. It had been habit. A habit that most women knew wasn’t actually the truth of the matter. Debbie had told her not to wait. Lou wasn’t in a committed relationship. Lou and Debbie and been label free for as long as they’d known each other, the truth of what they were never uttered aloud. And with Debbie behind bars, Lou had no one to go home to and only the option of inviting women who weren’t Debbie back to her place.

It had been difficult at first. She had blonde hair. She was a redhead. Nobody had Debbie’s brunette hair that slid from mahogany to midnight. Green eyes. Blue eyes. Never the right shade of brown that glimmered like amber. She had just seen Debbie last week. And then it was last month. And then she’d lost count of the days. Couldn’t remember the scent of her or the feel. She wasn’t sure what was fact and what was fiction when she pulled up a memory to pine over.

The “no thanks” and “I’m good” were habit, but there were other dangerous habits too. Helmet long gone on her bike. Nicorette gum down the toilet in a rage and a pack of cigarettes in her back pocket the same night. Vodka. A shot or two snuck in between serving. Then a pint glass. Then just like the days of Deb away behind bars losing meaning, Lou lost count of drinks.

Tammy was there to pull her out of her stupor. And she was beyond grateful for someone to chide her like a mother and hug her like a sister. But it was Danny of all people who closed his eyes and pinched his nose as he uttered softly, “when’s the last time you let yourself get laid, Miller?”

After giving him shit for saying it and having a much less awkward conversation about it with Tammy and Debbie too, courtesy of Tammy playing monkey in the middle, Lou replaced liquor with women.

A shot with a kiss. A drink with willing fingers slipping through her waiting heat. Bottle after bottle with tongues and teeth and sex. Never two nights in a row with the same woman. Never letting them call her by her name. Barely giving and more receiving. She felt too guilty. She only wanted to give Deb pleasure. Make her feel good.

And when Lou had returned to the club with more than a pep in her step, a permanent grin slung across her lips, she felt like she was sending out flashing lights and warning signs: I’m taken. I’m not interested. Don’t approach.

But much to her chagrin, she’d established a pattern. Women leaning over the bar a little too far, showing off cleavage and twisting their hair. A hand slipping into Lou’s own cleavage or pocket with a tip and the promise of just a little something extra for serving them.

It was easy to say no. It was just a word. But it was harder to see the pout. Harder to hear the “your loss” and “you sure?”

She just wanted Debbie to decide that tonight was the night she’d come to the club, strutting through the door, moving through whatever interested gaggle was barricading Lou behind the bar that night and claiming her as her own. She’d take a kiss or a hand leading her out of the club. she’d take a hickey to the neck or nails raked down her arms. Hell, she’d let Debbie fuck her against the bar right then and there. Her head was swimming with the thought, but now it was Debbie backed against the bar, skirt hitched up around her hips, Lou’s thigh between the brunette’s as she nipped at her ear, whispering in a low, deep voice what she was going to do to her right here and right now, without caring who saw.

Lou wanted to demand that Debbie come with her. Just drag her by the arm and take her back into her world. But she found herself slamming the door shut and pacing back towards the brunette, melting against her on the couch as Debbie looked up at her confused, but accepted the kiss Lou offered, moaning as it went from chaste and sweet to messy and deep, Lou tugging at Debbie’s lip in a way that was sure to bruise.

“You don’t have to come with me,” Lou promised, scraping her nails down Debbie’s chest as she groaned, haphazardly tugging at Deb’s shirt, buttons snapping and scattering. Her eyes were practically glazed over as she took in black lace and olive skin that waited for her beneath, Debbie’s nipples poking against the embroidered flowers. “But I want you to come with me. Right now.”

“Jesus, Lou,” Debbie whimpered, her hips lifting as Lou undid her slacks, her own legs straddling Debbie as she wiggled her hand inside Debbie’s pants, hissing at the heat.

“I want you on my fingers and on my tongue, Debbie. I want you all over me. I want them to know I’m yours. Only yours. That you’re the only one I take home. That I’m coming home to you. And I want you on my mind the whole time I’m gone.”

“Well, I think—“ Debbie smirked, rolling her bra cups upwards to reveal her breasts as she led Lou’s head roughly towards her, the blonde’s lips locking around her nipple. “I have just the plan for that.”

#queue #Lou miller #Debbie ocean #Lou miller x debbie ocean #Debbie ocean x lou miller #Lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #Lou and debbie #Debbie and Lou #Lou and deb #Deb and Lou #Lou x Deb #Deb x lou #loubbie #heist girlfriends #heist wives #oceans eight #ocean’s eight #ocean’s 8 #oceans 8 #o8 fanfic #o8 fanfiction #ocean’s eight fanfic #ocean’s eight fanfiction #ocean’s 8 fanfic #ocean’s 8 fanfiction #canon timing #blackacre13 #Tammy #Danny ocean

[whats-k-popping]

sick han with prompts 1, 31, 81 and caretaker chan?

Remember back in July when I opened requests for this prompt list?? I'm so so sorry it's taken me this long to finish! But I hope this anon is still around! Thanks for requesting it. Despite the long time it took me to finish, I really did enjoy writing for Stray Kids. While I really enjoy them, it's the first time writing them. I hope the characterization is decent.

Pairing: Chan x Han - platonic intentions but read as you want.

Prompts: "You're burning up" || "Hey, are you still with me?" || Holding your hair as you're vomiting into the toilet. You keep apologizing, but seriously I don't mind.

Words: 2197

Warnings: Fever || Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of illness || Slight Angst

Jisung's been staring at the same piece of paper for hours now. He holds his head in his hands as he watches the words blur together, swimming around whatever percentage of his vision hasn't been plagued with floating black spots.

He promised Chan he would finish these lyrics, but he hasn't been struck with a single ounce of inspiration. And he's been re-reading the draft for so long that the words he's already written hardly make sense anymore. As much as it pains him to admit, he's not going to be able to finish it. 

Chan is sitting at his desk, while Jisung's sitting cross-legged on the floor. It's amazing, Jisung thinks, just how focused and dedicated his leader is. It's nearly 2 AM, and they've been holed up in this studio trying to finish this song since 6 PM. Chan hasn't complained once. He hasn't so much as stopped for a bathroom break, still clicking away on his laptop. Meanwhile, Jisung is putting all his energy into making the words on the paper stay still. It's just not fair. 

Eventually, the swirling syllables make his head pound and his stomach roll. He suddenly feels like he's on a boat in the middle of the ocean during a tropical storm. If he so much as glances back at that paper, he's going to lose his dinner. So he pushes the pages aside. 

The rapid fluttering of the paper startles Chan, who turns and looks at the youngest producer for the first time in hours. He looks confused, "You good?" 

Jisung nods, one up and down motion because anymore may make him dizzier than he already is. "I just need a little break. Been staring at the same thing for too long. It's starting to look like gibberish." 

Chan smirks, knowing he's been there before. He glances at the time and is shocked at just how much time has passed. Working until the early hours of the morning is nothing new for him, but usually Jisung calls a quits around midnight. Especially if they have early schedules the next day. 

The leader walks over to the younger member and drapes a blanket over his shoulders, "Take a rest. It might help refresh your mind." 

Jisung only protests for a moment before he rests his head against his folded arms. The blanket brings him a warmth he didn't realize that he was missing,  "Wake me in 30 minutes." He requests before quickly succumbing to the exhaustion. 

30 minutes passes like seconds to Chan, never an expert at keeping time when in the production zone. He falls so deep into the track he's working on that he forgets Jisung is even in the room with him. He's reminded when the young rapper lets out a whine loud enough to break through the leader's headphones.

Chan turns his chair to look at Jisung, who is still curled over the table asleep. Despite the whine that alerted him, he seems rather peaceful. So the leader assumes that it was just Jisung talking in his sleep. He's no stranger to the younger mumbling weird and random things in his sleep. 

He spares a glance at the clock and finds that two hours passed in the blink of an eye. It's after 4 now and Chan thinks maybe it's time the two of them head back to the dorm. Before Jisung wakes up with an awful cramp in his neck and an ache in his lower back. They have dance practice in the afternoon, and Chan knows Minho will not shy away from scolding him if Jisung's not in his best condition. 

Making sure he's triple saved his work, he shuts down his station and slides himself beside the sleeping rapper. As he scoots a little closer, he notices that Jisung's face is glistening with sweat. And his skin is noticeably pale even under the dimmed studio lighting. Weird, he thinks, Jisung seemed fine when they were working earlier. He presses one hand against Jisung's forehead and the other against his own. Jisung's skin is blazing compared to his. 

When Chan pulls his hand away, Jisung subconsciously follows. And when he can't find the cool hand anymore, he blinks himself awake with a quivering pout. His eyes eventually settle on Chan's figure beside him and he whines. "Hyung, where'd the cold go?" He slurs the words together, it's nearly indecipherable. 

Chan quickly realizes what Jisung wants and holds his hand back out for the rapper. Jisung takes the hands and holds it close to his face like a stuffed animal, nuzzling his cheek into the leader's palm. "Feels nice." He mumbles, nearly falling asleep again. "I feel funny," he admits.

"I'd bet you do," Chan uses his other hand to play with the rapper's sweaty strands of hair, "You're burning up." 

Jisung shakes his head, and Chan feels it in both of his hands more than he sees it happening. "No, not that. My tummy." He whines, "my tummy feels funny." 

At that, Chan moves the hand from Jisung's hair and presses it over his stomach area. He finds the rapper's middle swollen. And he can feel the organ gurgling angrily through the fabric of Jisung's shirt. "Oh, Hannie." Chan comforts. "You must've caught some kind of bug. Poor thing." He rubs the younger’s stomach, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

Jisung leans into the touch longingly, inching himself closer to Chan. "Hyung, ‘m sorry," he whines, "I don't think I can finish the lyrics tonight." The words fall out of Jisung's mouth like an afterthought, a similar slur to his sleep talking voice. 

Chan clicks his tongue. In all honestly, Chan had even forgotten about the lyrics and deadlines and group responsibilities. His sole priority right now is Jisung's health. “Don’t worry about that right now, Sungie.” he reminds in a soft voice as he strokes through Jisung’s sweaty hair. “Let’s just get you back to the dorm.”

What’s usually a simple task seems impossible. Jisung is so out of it, he can’t even force himself to stand on his own. Chan has to pull him up by the armpits. And even once he’s on his feet, Jisung sways a little before his head falls against Chan’s shoulder. “Hey,” he nudges the younger, “Are you still with me?” he panics, thinking Jisung had passed out on him. At this point, he’s thinking of skipping the dorm altogether and going right to the hospital. Jisung’s gotten too sick too quickly. 

When he feels Jisung nod his head against his chest, he relaxes a bit, just relieved that his dongsaeng is still conscious. He does his best to keep Jisung engaged while he thinks up a plan to get them back to the dorm. Walking doesn’t seem like a reliable option. 

While Chan comes to terms with the fact that he’s going to have to carry his sick member home, Jisung pushes Chan away with a force the leader didn’t know he still had. Jisung’s eyes widen and he lets out a wet hiccup. Clamping a hand over his mouth, Jisung runs out of the studio. Chan doesn’t have time to question the newfound burst of energy as he bolts after him. He follows him into the bathroom and into the largest stall at the far end. Jisung doesn’t even try to waste time locking the door. There are no obstacles in Chan’s way, which he greatly appreciates. 

Jisung bends at the waist over the clean bowl, stomach contents immediately slip between his finger tips, staining the seat and the walls. Some droplets splatter on the floor in front of him. He removes his now vomit soaked hand and uses it to grip the side of the bowl, mirroring his other hand. For a second, they are the only thing keeping him from smacking his head against the porcelain. But two hands support him quickly, one on his waist and the other on his shoulder. Jisung doesn’t have the mental bandwidth to resist as they guide him into a kneeling position. It’s probably for the best. His legs have nothing left after his sprint from the studio.

“Okay, okay,” Chan soothes. “I’ve got you.” 

Jisung just shakes his head, tears streaming down his cheeks as he continues to heave into the toilet. He has so many things he wants to say, but he can’t get a syllable out between gags. It’s warm and it burns his throat. The taste left behind just makes him more nauseous. When he sniffles, the sting of vomit burns the back of his nose. It’s a miserable experience. 

Strands of Jisung’s longer hair dangle in front of his face, frequently getting caught up in the sick pouring from his mouth. Chan does his best to pull them back, but every time he thinks he has them all one strand falls loose and dangles around the younger's mouth. It's a never ending cycle of carding and tugging at Jisung's hair. Chan even gets remnants of vomit on his hands in the process. But he manages to hold back the grimaces of disgust to spare Jisung's feelings. 

Jisung momentarily loses his sense of awareness to his surroundings. The only thing he can think about is the eruption of mostly digested food, stomach acid and bile pouring out of him. Every time he thinks it's over, he's starting again before he can even get in a decent breath. After 10 agonizing minutes, Jisung finally catches a break. He's able to take a deep breath that doesn't trigger a wave of nausea and assumes his whole body is empty. There's a hollow feeling in his abdomen and he briefly wonders if he's actually thrown up all of his organs in the midst of it all. 

He's shocked into reality when present company tugs at his hair, jostling his whole head. He's got a headache now, and that didn't help. He looks at the offending individual with as much malice as he can muster. It's a mere 2% intimidating. 

"Do you feel a bit better now that you've gotten it all out?" Chan asks, so gentle and kind and hand still clamped to the back of Jisung's head. He doesn't look mad. 

Jisung can't understand why he isn't. He sniffles, trying to ward off a new wave of tears. He's not sure why he's crying now. Maybe it's shame, or guilt. It could be the headache. It's probably the fever. But there's a lot going on. Jisung is overstimulated by his own emotions. It pours out of him like a fountain. "I'm sorry, hyung!" He whimpers. 

"I'm sorry for being so gross. I didn't mean to. And you had to stay with me." 

"Hannie-" 

"And I missed the toilet a bit. I made a mess here. And some of it got on you. I'm so sorry," 

"Han, it's-" 

"What if you get sick now? How will we get work done?" Jisung's eyes widen, "and I didn't finish the lyrics like I promised. I'm sorry, hyung! I tried. And you couldn't finish your work either. You stopped to take care of me." 

"Han Jisung!" Chan tried a third time in a more demanding tone. It startled the younger rapper, which Chan feels bad about. His dongsaeng needs comfort. Not scoldings. But it did finally got him to stop rambling. He softens his tone quickly. "You don't need to apologize for anything, alright?" He assures. 

Jisung just continues looking at him, still too stunned by his hyung's authoritative tone to react. 

"Everybody gets sick sometimes. It's out of our control. It's my job, as your leader and your hyung to take care of you when you need it. So I need you to let you me. And don't worry about work or the deadlines. I know you're doing your best with the lyrics. And they will still be there when you're feeling ready to finish them. But for now you need to focus on your health and getting better. Do you understand?" Jisung nods. "Good, now. How are you feeling? Any better than earlier?" 

Jisung shakes his head this time. "My tummy feels empty now. But I have a headache, and I'm really really cold." He admits, "Hyung, I just wanna go home." 

"That's my Hannie," Chan smiles, petting the younger man's hair. "Let's get you home. I'll get you two days off schedules so you can rest up. How does that sound?" 

Jisung smiles a bit. Chan thinks it's the smallest smile he's ever seen in his life. "Thank you, hyung" 

"You're welcome Sungie." He helps the younger to stand up and guides him out of the bathroom. He asks Jisung to wait on a hallway bench while he calls Changbin. It's nearly 5 AM now, and the third 3racha member is probably waking up to get ready for his morning workout. Probably the only member ever willingly awake this early, besides the ones who don't sleep.

While they wait for their fellow producer, Jisung bobs in and out of sleep leaning against the bathroom wall. Chan's taken to cleaning the mess that became of the stall without complaint. Because that's just what hyungs do.

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A/N: The ending feels a little rushed to me. I always feel like I want to keep writing until the sickie feels better, but that would be a super long fic. So I apologize for the abrupt ending.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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[not-a-space-alien]

Savage Sunset Chapter 27S

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Warnings for this chapter: None

In this chapter: Ari Does It Again

***

Ari rolled the map out onto the table, all four of them leaning over it.

“Okay,” she said, planting a finger on the map.  “I got this from Patrick and he said it’s using the most up-to-date flyby data of vampire territory, and the Kithrara estate is here.  This is the main estate, where the head of the family is.  Valen mentioned that his husband is the oldest son of the current head, which means that estate would be over… here.”  Her finger slid along the border.

“It’s so far in,” Lex said, dismayed.

“Not as far in as most of the noble houses, apparently,” Ari said.  “Apparently this is considered close to the border as far as vampire estates go.”

Lex leaned over, hemming and hawing.  “If we set out around midnight, we’ll get there as the sun rises.”

“This is crazy,” Bailey said.  “This is suicide.  We all know that, right?”

All four of them looked at each other.

“I’m going to help Valen,” Ari said.  The same simple-minded, utterly stubborn Ari who’d simply driven over to get Lex in vampire territory all those years ago, as though it really were just that simple.  “It’s my fault he got put through hell and back, and I’m going to make sure it never happens to him again.  Anyone who wants to bail…  I won’t think less of you.”

The overhead lights buzzed in the silence.

“Right.”  Ari took a deep breath.  “The most crucial advantage we’re going to have is that we can be out and active during the day.  It’s key that we hunker down at night and don’t get spotted.  As long as we can manage that while getting Valen’s attention, all five of us can get out of there alive.”

“We need to get a message to Valen that the others won’t notice or won’t understand,” Jerome said.  “Something that will mean something only to him.”

Ari smirked.  “Lex, go rifle through your plushies.  We have a very important cat to bring with us.”

***

They loaded the van up with supplies. Hunting gear, food, water, sleeping bags.  Toilet paper.  Bottles to piss in.

This was going to be a long road trip.

They drove towards the border while it was still night, to give them as much time as possible in vampire territory while the sun was up.  Sunrise happened right about as they passed over the border, streaking past the skull-laden sign that demarcated the two territories.

Ari saw the back of the sign in the rearview mirror, the side declaring HUMAN TERRITORY, VAMPIRES WILL BE KILLED ON SIGHT.  “Here we go.”

They went over bumpy, unpaved roads for a while.  Ari bitched nonstop about the effect on the car’s suspension.

It only stopped when they got back onto a paved road, at which point all four of them waited in tense silence with bated breath, as though afraid making too much noise would summon a hoard of vampires immediately.

“Okay,” Ari said.  “We’re in vampire territory, and nothing bad has happened yet.”

“Okay,” Bailey said.

“Okay,” Jerome agreed.

“Yeah,” Lex said.  “We’re doing it.”

They passed by a house, the first vampire-made architecture of the trip.  It had no windows.  Everyone’s skin crawled.

It looked like a farm of some sort.  There was a barn, again without windows.  There were horses and cows standing in the field.  All four of the humans had no idea what to say.

“I didn’t know they farmed,” Jerome said.  “The fuck they need to farm for?”

“To feed human captives?” Lex suggested.

“Maybe they just like horses,” Bailey suggested.  “A horse girl can be a vampire, I guess.”

They realized the breathtaking scale of the farm as they drove past it, way, way larger than a human farm.  Made sense, for a species that could heft a horse with their bare hands and run the entirety of the farm in under a minute.

It was almost easy to forget, here in the rural part of the territory during the day.  There were birds and animals out and about.  There were plants and roads and water towers and powerlines.  There were buildings, always without windows, in case any of them were close to forgetting.

Lex got out the map and started navigating.  The buildings started getting closer together.  The sun climbed higher in the sky.

Ari turned down a road that had a row of houses.  All four of them buzzed with anxiety, knowing the only thing keeping them safe from a hoard of bloodthirsty vampires was the time of day.

The panic faded as they went along and it just looked…normal.  There was a stray cat on someone’s lawn.  Someone had a gnome by their mailbox.  There was a corner shop–the first building they’d seen that had a window, which was shuttered with a heavy metal sheet and bars.  There were absolutely no people around, the streets utterly empty, everything standing abandoned in the light of day.  It was ominous.

A blur suddenly ran past in front of them, a ways up the road.  All four of them let out startled yelps.

“No way,” Jerome said.  “Is someone out and about during the day?”

The blur slowed down and resolved into the shape of a person, swathed in a thick suit that looked like a hazmat suit, complete with darkened lenses, every inch of their skin covered.  It was emblazoned with what appeared to be the logo of a company of some kind, and they were pulling a cart behind them full of packages.

It was hard to tell what the vampire was looking at, but it was definitely facing their van.  Ari rolled to a stop.  They waited there, hands creeping towards their weapons.

The vampire tilted its head at them, as though it wasn’t sure what it was seeing.  Then, it raised a hand and pointed.

It took a second to figure out towards what.  But then they realized.

Towards the border.

“Oh,” Ari said.  “Ah.  No.  No, we’re-”  She pointed down the road, where they’d been heading.  “We’re going that way.  That way.”

The vampire lowered its hand slowly, then gave a shrug.  Your funeral.  It ran off, becoming a blur of motion to take its cart off to who knows where.

“They have a special service that comes deliver shit to you during the day,” Bailey said.  “What the hell.  I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“Probably costs an arm and a leg,” Ari muttered.  “It’s fine as long as they don't come back, I guess.”

It was about half an hour more of navigation until they came up a long driveway towards an iron gate squatting in the middle of a huge stone wall.  The gate had a decorative letter K on it.

“Okay,” Ari said.  “Nobody get out of the car yet.”

They drove slowly around the perimeter of the estate.  When they could see over the wall or through hedges, they caught glimpses of an immaculate, manicured lawn, rose bushes, flowers, fountains.  Ari slammed on the brakes at the shock of seeing the huge stone water fountain running with blood, before they realized it was just water lit by red lighting to look like blood.

Their scouting revealed an area on a hill nearby where they could park the van and stay out of sight, but be able to see into the estate over the fence.

That just left the thing they had to get out of the van for.  Ari pulled back up to the front gate.  “Okay, we need to leave the cat somewhere either Valen will see it, or someone will see it and bring it to him.  Maybe on that patio.  Jerome, get out and leave it there.”

“What!  Why do I have to do it?”

“You’re the fastest runner and I bet you could get over the fence the easiest.”

“Is it because I’m black?  Am I experiencing a microaggression right now?”

“Two of the people in this van are fat fucks, and you have longer legs and better upper body strength than Lex.  Get the cat and give it to him.”

Lex rifled around in her backpack and pulled out the stuffed cat that had been in the coffin, the one that had helped Valen sleep.

“I’ve seen this movie,” Jerome said, taking the stuffed animal.  “If I die first, I’m coming back to haunt your asses.”

He opened the side door, the first time the door had been opened in hours.  They all cautiously peered out.  Jerome hopped out and approached the fence.  He gave a mighty leap, but there weren’t any handholds on the gate.  He slid down the slick metal and plonked back on the ground.  “It’s no good, boss, I need some help.”

Bailey got out and knelt down, hefting Jerome onto his shoulders and tossing him over the gate.  Jerome landed with reasonable grace and took off, running the cat up to the patio.  Bailey peered through the bars, watching him with worry.

Jerome appeared back at the gate.  “Got it.  Uhh.”  He eyed the gate.  “Little help again?”

Bailey tried to give him a boost through the bars, but it didn’t really work.  “Just a second,” Bailey said.  “Lex, toss me some rope.”  Under less dire circumstances, he might have made a joke about leaving Jerome behind, but they were all swamped with so much anxiety about being in the open on the estate of the family responsible for thousands of kidnappings and murders it was all they could do to stay functional.

Lex complied, digging out some rope.  Bailey unfurled it and tossed it over, then pulled.  Jerome used it to rappel up and over the gate, landing in Jerome’s arms on the other side.

After a moment, Jerome playfully sunk deeper into Bailey’s arms, feigning bashfulness.  “Well hey, handsome, how you-”

“Later,” Ari interrupted.  “Get the fuck in.”

Bailey carted Jerome back into the van, and Ari floored it to get away from the gate and back to the hiding spot they’d identified earlier.

She killed the engine.  All four of them got out and pulled branches and leaves and bushes over to camouflage the van a bit more.  They then got back in and locked the doors.

“Okay,” Ari said.  “Now… we wait.”

They took turns sleeping.  The ones who were awake were bored as fuck, but they’d brought some books to read.  When the sun started to set, they took turns watching the patio through binoculars.

“We got movement,” Lex said, when some of the doors in the estate began opening.  The sun was completely down now.  The vampires were starting to wake up and be active.

They were in vampire territory after sundown, in the dark.  Whatever laughing and joking there had been stopped immediately.  Nobody could focus on reading.  The minutes crawled by so, so slowly.  They jostled to watch through the binoculars.

“Someone’s picking it up!” Ari said, tugging Lex’s sleeve.  Someone who appeared to be a groundskeeper had been in the middle of doing something with the hedges when he saw the stuffed animal and walked over to the patio.  He scratched his head, picked it up, and walked back into the house.  He came back outside a minute later, empty-handed.

Ari let out a tense breath.  “All right.  Valen will recognize it and hopefully make the connection that we’re here, so hopefully it’s been put somewhere he can see it.”

“What’s the next step, boss?” Bailey said.

Ari ground her teeth.  “I’m not sure.  Valen is a smart guy, so I was hoping he’d figure out some way to just come out to us.”

Bailey wrung his hands.  “We should figure out something else in case he-”

“Yeah, yeah I know, I know.”

They passed the time tossing ideas to each other and hoping no vampires stumbled across them.  They were behind the estate, with no reason for anybody to be coming by, so they should be in the clear.  But-

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, someone’s coming this way,” Jerome said, rapidly tapping Bailey on the arm.

More pairs of binoculars were lifted up to check.  The someone was dressed in a maid outfit, and she was taking a sort of meandering approach up the hill behind the estate.

“Why the fuck you coming over here, girly?” Ari muttered.  “Get back.”

“Wait, maybe it’s-” Lex started, and they all froze as the vampire started running through the vegetation on the path leading up to where they were parked, disappearing from sight.

“Shit, shit shit shit shit.”

“Fuck.”

“Shit and fuck.”

Weapons were drawn, guns were loaded, stakes were readied.

The sound of light footsteps rapidly pattering nearby ramped up very, very quickly before there was a huge THUD and the van shook.  There was also a surprised oof and the sound of someone tumbling to the ground.

All four of them waited with hearts hammering, not opening the doors just yet.

The vampire’s face popped up in the windshield, her hands on the hood of the car, bouncing excitedly.  “I found you!”

The doors flew open and all four of them came out with weapons drawn.

“Ah!” the maid cried, stumbling backwards.  “No, no, it’s okay!  It’s okay!  Don’t!”

They slowed down, cautiously lowering their weapons.

“Mistress Kithrara sent me out to find you!”

“Mistress-” Ari said.  “Valen?”

“Yes!  Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re out here!”  She sounded delighted to be in on a secret.

They all looked at each other. 

“Okay,” Ari said.  “Great.  What did…  Uh, Valen, send you out here for?”

“She was worried about you sitting out here all alone!  It’s dangerous for you to be here!”

“Yeah, we know,” Bailey muttered.

This was incredible.  This vampire was just…a normal person.  The only vampires they’d ever interacted with were the ones who came over the border, which they usually only did for one reason, and Valen.  It was weird to be reminded that most vampires were just kind of…normal.

Ari turned to the van.  “What the hell!  You put a huge dent in the side of my car!”

“I’m sorry!” she said.  “I didn’t see it!  I could smell it was around, but you covered it up!”

Ari sighed, rubbing her scalp.  “All right, no use crying over spilled milk.”

“No use…?” the vampire said.

“Don’t worry about it.  Hey, do you think you could pass a note to Valen without anyone else seeing?”

***

They wrote a note that told Valen to bundle himself up and walk out of the house at sunrise.  If he could do that, maybe it really could be that simple.  The vampire took it and ran off.

So they waited, hoping she was being genuine about not alerting anyone else.

Luckily, the only incident for the rest of the night was Bailey farting in the van, and everyone else being too scared to roll the windows down for fear of being heard.

The sun rose once again, and they all breathed a little easier watching the figures at the estate down below scramble to get back inside, shuttering doors behind them.

Once the sun was fully out, Ari pulled the van up again, nosing it towards the front gate.

They waited.

The front door was hidden by the angle of the stone wall, but soon a ghostly figure clad in white, wrapped up head to toe, appeared cautiously crossing the lawn.  There was a second person behind them, following along obediently.  A human under persuasion.

That raised an eyebrow, but nobody said anything.

Valen picked up his pace when he caught sight of them.

“Come on, baby,” Ari said under her breath.  “Give me my boy.”

Valen opened the gate by pressing some unseen button behind the wall.  Bailey and Jerome opened the side door wide, hanging out and urging Valen to come in.  The vampire did so, crying as he stepped up.

“We got you,” Bailey said.

“No need to worry now,” Jerome added.

Ari and Lex turned around to see him.  He was a mess, crying limply in Jerome and Bailey’s arms.  The human behind him stepped up to follow–she was holding a cat carrier.

Well, whatever.  They came to rescue a vampire, they could rescue a vampire, a human, and a cat.  Bailey shut the side door as soon as everyone was in.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” Ari said, slamming the gas.

***

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[mitchywitchythings]

Simptober 2022

Midnight Emergency

Summary: Late night pees are always unpleasant, but even more so when your boyfriend can’t seem to let you go!

Warning: Bathroom embarrassments, Clingy as FUCK but that’s alright being clingy is cute, Fuck ton of FLUFF

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto X Fem! Reader

Word count: 759 words

Simptober 2022 Masterlist

Waking up in the middle of the night with hot and cold arms wrapped around my waist, the unforgiving rain kept its heavy pitter patter on the window to our side. His grip around me never loosen, only in fact tightening as though scared that I were to disappear if they loosen even just a bit. It was very sweet and adorable, I’ll admit had it not been for the fact that I had to go to the toilet quickly to do my business.

Shoto wasn’t that of a heavy sleeper. One shake or whisper of his name and he would bolt up like a cat, reasoning that of his childhood trauma when his father would wake him up in the middle of the night to train until dawn would arise.

“Sho? You need to let go, I gotta go to the bathroom…“ I whispered softly into his ears

Just like I said before, he slightly jolted like a cat, eyes widening as he fully woke up in an instant. The ends at the back of his hair rising straight up like a soldier. For a second, fear flashed in his eyes before he came back to Earth and grounded himself, that he was safe and wasn’t in his childhood home where his father would abuse him endlessly with brutal training.

“What time is it?” He asked, now that he calmed down

“I’m not sure and I don’t want to check…” I whispered gently, trying to wriggle out of his strong grip, “Sho, I really need to go pee…”

“... Can I come with you?” He pleaded tiredly

“... No-” I replied quickly, clearly embarrassed at his request

“I won’t look, I promise. I’ll turn around and cover my eyes.” He pleaded again but now with the best puppy eyes he could muster.

‘Agh! Damn him and those puppy eyes! My only weakness…!’ I cursed at myself. Shoto knew if there’s something I couldn’t resist it was those puppy eyes. One look and I would burn the whole world in his favor, it’s a powerful thing he had over me. God, I just love him too much! I better learn to resist those adorable eyes.

“Fuck, fine. You win this time!” I cursed at him to which he gave me a small smile, “Why would you even want to come with me?” I pouted

“I don’t want to let go of you, let’s just hold hands. Like I said before, I won’t look so don’t worry.”

“It’s still embarrassing though…” I pulled away from him and got up heading to the bathroom with him tailing me, whilst hold my hand with his left hand, quirk slightly activating.

Now in the bathroom, he turned around, still holding my hand, “Sho, you need to let go. I can’t do it like this.” I bit back my frustration

‘Of all times to be clingy, why right now?! Like I’m okay with it, but coming with me to the toilet just so that he doesn’t let go of my hand, is a bit too much isn’t it?!’

“You can do it with one hand.” He replied, uncaringly

“Sho…”

“No” He spoke firmly

What Shoto wants, Shoto gets. That’s what you learned after a while of dating him. If he wants something, he’ll get it no matter what. Pulling down your pajama shorts with one hand wasn’t as easy as you’d think, mostly because you had to keep a firm grip on Shoto’s hand or he might just throw a tantrum.

It was embarrassing as you did the deed. Shoto was just as embarrassed as you but was able to hide it better since he wasn’t facing you. With bright blushing cheeks and a bite of his lower lips, his palms began to sweat profusely, he just hopes you don’t realize that.

You were also having the same reaction as him, albeit even more toned up. As because you were doing the deed. You both couldn’t tell who was having sweaty hands anymore as both of you were sweating profoundly.

Shoto swore he was going to burn that memory when his eyes accidentally drifted onto the mirror for a second. He spotted you, covering your entire face with a single hand while you sat down on the toilet with your-

Yeah, he’ll keep those details to himself. Let’s just say after that it was an extremely awkward night, but you managed to turn it around when you went to bed as you nuzzled and clinged onto him, too embarrassed to face what happened in the toilet.

#Simptober #mitchywitchythings #shoto todoroki x you #bnha shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha shoto #mha todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #Drabble

[doonarose]

Hello fam,

Here's some TMI that I've spent the entire day spiraling over on the reddit chat but may as well therapize myself here too. Wait is therapize a real word... I did not know that.

Anyway - teaching week from absolute hell. Hours and hours and hours of on my feet labs and workshops. And then getting myself in a position where I had to mark prac write ups - 88 of them - in about 48 hours. Reckon it took me about 16 hours and it's mind numbing exasperating work because this is their first one - a quarter of them failed, some of them wrote the most incoherent bullshit...

That means my brain has been frazzled and fried since sometime Tuesday and by some oversight I neglected to put in my calendar that my parents were dropping their dog off at my house today to mind for a week. Probably because it's no big deal and not something I really need in my calendar.

Except I completely forgot. 100% out of my brain, gone, no idea it was happening until I got a text at 10.30 saying the dog had been dropped off and they were on their way to their airbnb where they've got a few nights away or whatever.

Now, worth noting, they did need to go into the house to drop the dog off, because this is the dog that, famously, escaped this same house a bit over a year ago, got smacked by a truck, was 50/50 on surviving for a long while, and cost them $6k to fix... so yeah, of course let yourselves in, dump the dog and lock the doggy door.

So a few things to know:

I live in a messy house at the best of times. Dishes in the sink, last night's plates still on the table, a bag of used tissues next to me on the couch, socks on the floor, etc. Like it's not gross rotting food or anything, but it's not the standard I like to show my parents (or anyone else). So that's a bit embarrassing.

Last night, because I pulled a 12 hour day of admin and prac marking, I fell into the too-often-fallen-into habit of having a decent slosh of vodka over ice with soda as soon as I got home at 8pm to turn my brain off so I could sleep before midnight. I left the half empty bottle of vodka on the table in the living room.

Also when I got home last night I took my bra off in the living room and left it draped across a chair.

Also, in a particularly lazy moment, I had left the eski full of water from almost two weeks ago sitting in the same spot in my kitchen which, yeah, okay, gross of me, but I intended to clean it up before anyone fucking saw it.

And you're probably reading this and thinking that it really isn't that bad so here's the real main source of mortification. Because I live alone and because no one would ever just drop in and because I've been busy and lazy and whatever. I also left my bright magenta sex toy besides the bathroom sink this morning. Where it had been since the morning before. Because that's a fine, logical place to leave it. And when I got the text I immediately remembered that because I saw it this morning when I was getting ready to go into work at 7.30 for an 8am zoom to the US, and kind of vaguely thought 'I should put that away' and then didn't. And didn't close the door to the bathroom because i only do that on hot days and it's been mild, finally, the last few days. And then when I got that text I tried to convince myself that my parents would have no reason to go into my bathroom, even though they would have obviously gone in the house and seen the above bad shit. And then I tried to convince myself that even if they had seen it, we would never speak of it and I would never know.

Anyway, I got home a half hour ago and my toilet door is fully closed, it's next to the bathroom door that remained fully open, magenta fucking rabbit in full view. I never, ever fully close the toilet door because it jams.

So anyway... may never wank again. Will, at some point, report on how I handle my face and soul next time I have to speak/see my parents.

If I die tonight, my COD will be mortification.

#doonas rambling #tmi sorry #sex toys for tw #i am drinking a lot tonight #and then probably forcing myself to have a wank and recover from this #also i have just not remembered that the entire reason the toy was out was from the other morning when i had legit #the worst most unsatisfying wank of my life #like honestly would have preferred to watch tiktok instead #or just an extra bit of sleep #it was so shit #because exhausted and in the morning so time pressure #anyway sorry dash #good bye some of you i understand why you need to leave

[milflewis]

dantteri + 38 🤧

38: because they’re running out of time

When Valtteri finishes Daniel’s joke, cutting in with the punchline, tired and heart sore, Daniel only stands there. He’s half frowning, despite the delighted smile stretching across his face. Valtteri can’t begrudge him for his confusion — it’s not something he should’ve known.

How is Daniel to understand that Valtteri has lived this day thirty seven times already, each time hearing the same joke.

Lewis wins, not because Lewis wins all the time, but because his tires are gone to shit and the car is flying under their hands and Valtteri and Sebastian are nipping at his heels and this is just what Lewis does.

Lewis wins, and Valtteri comes a very close p2 behind him with Sebastian stubbornly in p3. This rarely changes, though Sebastian and him switch twice when Valtteri got sloppy, freaked out and unsure at the beginning.

Valtteri wins once, on his twenty first go around, knowing exactly where Lewis is going to put the car on Turn Two and snaking around him. He throws himself into the arms of his mechanics, the feel of their hands slapping his helmet and the thrum of their cheers familiar even before Valtteri got stuck in this loop. Lewis laughs on the podium when Sebastian catches them both in the face with champagne. Valtteri falls asleep in a toilet stall that night before twelve and wakes up in the car, heading for the racetrack, listening to the same podcast he could recite from memory at this point.

It’s not the first time Daniel has gone out with them after the race, unusually loud and chattering and always in Valtteri’s space. It’s not even the first time Valtteri has found Daniel pressed up close in one of the booths to him, tucked in on either side by mechanics, bare knees warm and bony against each other.

It is the first time that they end up being left alone, everyone drifting away before Valtteri can realise it’s the time for it. He blinks, looking down at the amount of glasses that are his on the table.

It’s more than usual.

“Good race,” Daniel says casually, arm going across the back of their seats as he turns to face him. Valtteri hums.

It was not good for Daniel. For the fifty-third time, Valtteri wonders if he wants Valtteri to lie and return the favour. He wonders if Daniel said this to the media instead of his usual little side comments.

That’s not fair, Valtteri thinks, and the thought sounds like Lewis. It’s been a while. Not since — not since Redbull.

He watches Daniel look around awkwardly, biting at his lip. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Then leave, Valtteri wants to say to him. Then just fucking go. No one is keeping you here. What do you want from me?

Valtteri opens his mouth to ask Daniel if he wants another drink like he’s done every time before, wanting an excuse to get out of all of this. His eyes catch off the gleam of sweat on Daniel’s neck, the light circles under his eyes, the bridge of his nose.

It is dark here, tucked away in the corner. Valtteri can barely seen him through the quick flashes of club light. No one can see them, and even if they could, who cares? When he wakes up tomorrow, it’ll still be the same day.

He doesn’t know the exact time but the tug in his stomach gets stronger by the passing minute and knows midnight is slowly approaching.

He’s lived today so many times over and he will continue to do so but looking at Daniel now, tank loose around his shoulders, it feels like he’s running out of time.

“I am going to do something,” Valtteri says, and Daniel’s eyes go instantly to his, a little wide. “You can say no — that’s okay, okay? Just, just don’t make a thing out of it.”

“Uh.” Daniel is doing that thing where he’s pre-emptively smiling because he doesn’t know what’s going on and is never good when he feels like he’s missing out on something. “Alright.”

Valtteri nods. Daniel goes impossibly still under him when he places a hand on the bottom of his neck, right where it meets his shoulder. He doesn’t touch Daniel’s face when he kisses him.

Daniel doesn’t move for a moment, Valtteri staying there, lips dry and chaste together, horribly uncomfortable, before he is pushing against him, hands going to his cheeks.

He tilts Valtteri’s head to the side, opening his mouth and exhaling, almost a sigh of it didn’t sound so furious.

Valtteri keeps his eyes open as long as he can, taking in how tightly shut Daniel’s are, the bruises pressed into his skin, the length of his lashes.

Daniel’s nose smushes into his. His lips are chapped and his mouth is warm. Valtteri can’t remember a time when he didn’t want this.

When he blinks, his stomach swoops and the world starts spinning and he knows it’s midnight and then he’s back in his car, sun streaming in through the windshield.

He takes a hand off the wheel and touches his mouth with the back of his knuckles.

#not quite sure where i was going with this but i hope u like ! #dantteri #kiss fic prompt ask game #niamh.asks

[akyivanov]

Day 5 (?) - Madness

I realised something important while playing this game, in a strange and disturbing way the characters are exactly them.

They could never live together.

So, welcome to a new day!…which starts at midnight.

Of course, when do you sleep? At night? Nooo… night is not for sleeping. Julia works out at the gym, Ivan has locked himself in his room to work on his PC, joining the other inhabitants of the house only when he hears shouting "dinner/breakfast is ready!". Boris gave vent to his fantasies in some online chat by talking weirdly to Julia afterwards….(which sites did you visit?)

Sergey, poor soul, at one o'clock a.m realised that if he doesn't take care of cleaning and cooking they will soon die of some strange disease. Fortunately Yuri took pity on him at least in clearing away the previous day's lunch.

After all, they forced the only university student among them to study at night. How's the nervous breakdown Sergey?

Dinner/breakfast went well and I lingered over the seating arrangement, it is so random and perfect for my sick mind to see how Yuri and Boris always end up sitting next to each other * ^ *

Oh yeah, as soon as the sun came up everyone went to sleep.

Sergey, man destroyed by life in that house.

With the sun high in the sky, Yuri after starting and leaving yet another snowman unfinished (seriously Vladimir, you didn't understand the real talent of these guys), decides to go to Ivan and Sergey's room to make sure that the first guy didn't die in front of the pc and that the second guy has adequate rest by reading him a story (no, he didn't, but in the picture it looks that way so who cares).

At the same time the toilet and sink in the main bathroom break, the pipe to the toilet downstairs bursts. Sergey with a huge smile said goodbye to everyone by running off to the university "goodbye my friends!" leaving Boris with the thankless task of fixing everything (Boris come exactly like this to fix things in my house) and Julia to enjoy the restored service after kicking him out…knitting (oook).

Finally, night falls.

Boris inspired after talking and laughing alone in front of a wall went to paint, Yuri to look at the stars lying in the snow with Julia (I don't have a picture ç.ç), Ivan…I don't know what Ivan was doing because Sergey distracted me. I had left him in front of the TV watching a funny movie and found him angry in the garden about the mistakes noticed in the movie (seriously?) destroying Yuri's snowman. o.o

The cat ran away.

BONUS SCENE:

Someone save him 🥹

#bakuten shoot beyblade #yuriy ivanov #boris kuznestov #sergey rybakov #ivan papov #tala valkov #bryan kuznestov #ian papov #julia fernández #at one point I thought I saw the little fish Raul alive again #I wouldn't be surprised anymore #the sims 4 #I am also thinking that Kai is missing to complete this picture of misfits

[spuddlespud]

Manuscript Search/Find the Word Tag

Tagged by:

@primroseprime2019 💜: walk, surprise, allow and impress

@blind-the-winds 💜: young, yearn, yelp, yellow, and yes.

@eccaiia 💜: happy, hurt, head, hour, and hole!

@winterandwords 💜: thought, though, through and tough

I tag: @aohendo @inkspellangel @talesofsorrowandofruin @ahordeofwasps @bardic-tales @untethereddreams @theglitchywriterboi @junypr-camus @frostedlemonwriter

Your words are: run, rain, real, road

Walk

So when Charlie just walked up to her and said with a smile ‘You’ll never guess what happened last night!” Andi knew she was in for some tale of the miraculous, some fresh nonsense.

Surprise - A Workers Guide to Demonology

I'm the first to admit that I detest most things about this human meatsack I'm lugging around, but it has a nice belly, a belly that can hold plenty of sustenance for my soul-devouring spirit. I'm surprised that I'm starting to feel somewhat...protective of this body. It almost feels like it's me that's been insulted by the titters around the office and the insolent humans eye roll.

Allow - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"Language!" Despite having the foulest mouth of any sentient being Riley had ever known, Sadie took every little opportunity to chastise her crew for the same faux pas. She said living beings should know better. AI's had a lot of shit to remember and deal with, as well as stupid crews putting them in stupid situations, they could be allowed a little swear every now and again, as a treat.

Impress - Dragonbreath and Skelefellas

Saph was just having a peaceful morning minding her own business and  polishing her knife collection when Skully clattered into the room. The  necromancer wasted no time in sweeping Saph’s mini workshop half off the  table and replacing it with an impressive pile of papers and books. It  was only thanks to Saph’s well developed reflexes that she managed to  save her magic polish from a tumble to the floor.

Young - Contained World Potions

So, young apprentice, whatever you do, don't you dare open the Contained World.

Yearn - none

Yelp - Untitled

Erika's sword swung down, meeting the knights shield with a clang and following through with a kick to his kneecap. The other knight let out an undignified yelp, only just managing to keep his balance.

Yellow - Old Inn Door

Mabel pushed the sheets of her body, revealing her old yellowing slip. Her hair stuck up in a sweaty clump on her forehead, leaving her jealous of Robin's short cropped hair.

Yes - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

Her malleable little human soul is no match for my domineering spirit. Even a level 1 demon would be able to...Harry! Molly! Yes it's me can you hear me?"

Happy - The Familiarity Between the Owl and the Pussycat

Séamus burst through the window twittering and going on and on about Midnight and all the uncouth things the cat had done. Bathsheba tuned most of it out, focusing on the herbs she was trying to organise into the correct order on the wall. She let out a low hum every once in a while to keep Séamus happy as he twittered on.

Hurt - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

"How dare you refer to me, the burner of galaxies, the tamer of snakes as 'it'?!"

"Ah look you've hurt its feelings now"

"It!?"

Head - Untitled Werewolf WIP

John's pale skin looked washed out under the fluorescent light of the office. His head was in his hands.

Hour - A Short Way to An Angry AI

As funny as the 'your majesty' caper had been, Celeste could tell it was starting to get on Riley's nerves. They'd been stewing in their room for the last two hours after the burnt toast and toilet incident, and when a crew consists of two humans and an AI there isn't really any space for long term disagreements. That's how disasters happened.

Hole - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

The other one, in a holey tshirt and scruffed up hair, seems more amused than concerned. "Feeling a bit worse for wear?"

Thought

But the fears and the sins of you alive humans are just another thing entirely. Another dialect almost, as your species is very clever at distracting yourselves above ground. I suppose your brains only have room for a limited number of thoughts at a time.

Though - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"It's nothing you haven't said before, Sadie," Celeste admonished, before turning to Riley.  "She has a point though, it was a bit insulting."

Through - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"Riley....Riley." The ever calm voice spread throughout the room, cutting into Riley's sleep. Fucking AIs!

Riley rolled over with a groan, pulling their pillow over their head. "Sadie, power down."

"'Sadie, power down'" the mocking voice repeated "You disabled that command remember. You said you we're fed up with missing your wake up call."

Tough

“Go fuck yourself”

“I’d rather fuck you”

“Tough, I’m too busy doing monster things”

#tag games

[dialhforhorrorpodcast]

Skinamarink Review

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Last month, I saw this trailer that really freaked me out on YouTube.

And so I became obsessed with seeing this film because if a trailer can freak me out, then the movie has to be scary, right? Right?

As it turns out… no. No it’s not.

So the film I’m talking about today is Skinamarink. An indie film distributed by IFC Midnight and written and directed by Kyle Edward Bell. It was released on January 13th in theaters and then released on Shudder on February 2nd. I watched it on February 2nd and… it’s a movie!

Now, I don’t want this to be me lambasting this movie and mocking something that is genuinely very creative. I know that the channel Wendigoon did a break down video about it. I haven’t watched it yet because I didn’t wanna do this review and spend time focusing on trying to understand the plot. I feel like the whole point of this movie is to see a very creatively done film. The only thing is that… it wasn’t very scary. But… that isn’t necessarily a bad thing!

So this blog won’t be spoiler free. It’ll be divided into two parts. Part one will be me breaking down as many scenes as I can to recap the main storyline. Part two will be reviewing the movie overall. I feel like this whole movie is an experience and it’s an experience I suggest you see for yourself so if you don’t want any spoilers, this would be the time to leave and come back when you’ve seen the film. Without further ado, let’s get into it!

Part One: Where are the doors…?

So, I’m going to try and talk about as much of this movie as I can from memory. If I mess up some details, I apologize. But for now, let’s talk about the plot of Skinamarink.

There are only five characters in this film. Technically, there’s only four, but I’m counting the entity as a character as well. The film centers around a mom and dad - named Mom and Dad in the movie - and their two kids Kaylee and Kevin. It starts out with Kevin apparently falling down the stairs during a game of hide and seek with his sister. Dad takes him to the hospital and then comes back to inform Mom that he needed stitches.

The film then switches to Kaylee and Kevin waking up and realizing that there are no windows or doors in their house anymore and their father is missing. They decide to sleep downstairs because something weird is going on with Mom. We can hear crying, but we don’t yet know what that is. The kids start trying to figure out what’s going on, especially once their toilet disappears from the bathroom. There’s all sorts of strange noises and happenings in the house, including a chair and lamp on the ceiling and toys sticking to the walls.

Kaylee hears someone call her name and tell her to come upstairs to which she obliges. Dad is sitting on the bed and asks her to look under it. She says she cannot see what’s down there. Dad asks her to look again and still we don’t see anything underneath. When she looks back up, Mom is now sitting on the other side of the bed while Dad is gone. Mom tells her to close her eyes and when Kaylee opens them, Mom is gone. “Mom” then tells Kaylee to go back downstairs, but she doesn’t listen. We get a very faint glimpse of the entity before it screeches and we’re back downstairs with Kevin.

Kaylee returns from her journey upstairs and asks Kevin to help her move the couch, presumably to keep whatever was upstairs from getting to them. They move the couch, but Kaylee is never the same. Kevin tries to get her to tell him what happened, but she’s unwilling to share. Eventually, Kaylee disappears entirely, leaving Kevin alone in the house with the entity.

The entity eventually beckons Kevin down the stairs to the basement and it’s here we get one of the best scares in the entire movie. As he’s downstairs, he hears Kaylee calling to him and saying she doesn’t feel well. The camera pans around and we see her sitting on the ground before a sharp cut to her face. This is the only time we see anyone’s face full on in the entire film and it is chilling. Kaylee has no mouth and no eyes. It lingers on the shot for a bit before switching back to Kevin in the living room.

From this point on, the entity tries to get Kevin’s attention to “play” with him. Messing with toys and even talking to him. It then convinces Kevin to stab himself in the eye with a knife to which he does.

Injured, sick, alone, and scared, we hear Kevin crying as we see blood on the wall from his eye. He makes his way to the phone and calls 911. He tells the operator that he hurt himself and he feels sick, going on to explain the strange things happening to him. He tells them he’s alone, he’s hurt, and there are no windows or doors in his house. The operator eventually goes silent and the flashlight in Kevin’s hand drops, revealing that the phone has been turned into a toy phone with a taunting smile. Kevin finally directly addresses the entity by saying, “you did that.” That’s when it explains that it's done everything, including taking Kaylee’s mouth because she didn’t follow instructions - which were to go downstairs.

From here, the movie seems to devolve into an even trippier nightmare. Kevin is asked to go upstairs, to which he does. Upstairs we see things have changed. Our view is as if we’re hanging from the ceiling. We view the house as a dollhouse with the strange, cartoonish music continuing to play over the shots. We see blood splatter on the ceiling and hear the cries of each child, insinuating that they - and their parents - are more than likely dead now. The film ends with a flashlight lighting up random parts of the house, including that horrifying looking toy phone which lets out a deafening ring as its face distorts. Each flash showing you how the house ended up in the aftermath of the events we just witnessed before gracing you with a title card that says, “The End.”

Part Two: What is this movie…?

I’m not going to try and explain what I think this movie means. If you want an explanation, you’ll have to go elsewhere for that. This is a review blog. I will say, this movie was very, very unique. There are things I liked about it. So, let me explain my thoughts about Skinamarink.

First off, I feel like I would’ve liked this movie better if I’d seen it in theaters. When I watched the film, I was sick, I wasn’t in the best mindset, and it was dark and rainy so… to be honest, I fell asleep at one part. I don’t feel like I missed anything pivotal, but this movie is so quiet. It really requires you to focus. Without seeing the characters fully and a ton of dialogue, you’re basically meant to watch the screen to get an idea of the story and that’s hard to do when you’re sick and physically tired. So, while this film is still out in theaters, I urge you to watch it there instead of on Shudder.

Second, I will say, this film felt like a YouTube video and I mean this in the best way possible. Let me explain. Analog horror has been a big thing in the last few years with the Mandela Catalogue and the Walten Files on YouTube rising to prominence. These are well done videos with scary imagery and oftentimes a story where you have to pay attention, read between the lines, and sometimes, watch a video of someone explaining the plot to you. Skinamarink hit all those beats. It was eerie, it was vague, and it left me wondering what I just watched. It’s one of those films where I actually want to see more and would love a sequel in the same style with maybe a bit more story given.

However, I can see why this movie doesn't work for everyone. Mainly by the way it’s filmed. We really only see glimpses of our characters throughout the movie and the only face we do see full on is Kaylee’s where she’s missing her eyes and mouth. There aren’t many moving shots. A lot of them focus on one corner of a room, a light from the tv, a toy on the ground, or even just the wall or ceiling. We never really see our characters so, as such, we don’t get attached to them. That doesn’t mean that it’s not horrifying to see Kaylee missing her human features from her face or seeing the bloody aftermath of Kevin stabbing his eye out at the entity’s request, but it’s hard to get a visceral reaction out of viewers when the characters are not fleshed out enough for us to care.

My main gripe with this film is that aside from the scene with Kaylee and the loud phone ring at the end of the movie, there’s really nothing all that scary about it. While it does set up an eerie atmosphere, it doesn’t ever go too far beyond that. Most of the time, you’re just waiting for something to happen and it almost never does. I will say, it makes you drop your guard so that when those two scares do happen, you’re affected by them more, but the movie is almost two hours. For a movie to be that long and really only have two decent payoffs of the scares is disappointing. Especially when it felt like there were more opportunities to really add some scary imagery or sequences throughout.

That doesn’t mean that Skinamarink is a bad movie. Not at all! I loved the style. It’s so unique and different from what horror movies today are doing. And I would love to know more about what is happening with this entity. Why did it choose them? Where did it come from? What’s its purpose? The movie is unsettling and bizarre and I think that’s all it wanted to really be. Sometimes we just have to be ok with that overall as a viewer. Will I watch this movie again? Probably. Maybe when I’m physically feeling better and on a day with some more sun out. Do I recommend this movie? If you’re looking for something that’s unique and not really going to give you a ton of exposition then yes. If you need that to enjoy the movie, no. I wouldn’t.

Overall, Skinamarink is a fascinating and unique film that unfortunately, is not very scary, but it’s cool and artsy and I can applaud Bell on that! Plus, he made this on a shoestring budget and filmed it in his parent’s house and it grossed well over a couple million dollars so it’s safe to say, this movie was something a lot of people wanted to see! For that, I award Skinamarink 3 out of 5 skulls!

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[harrypotterhogwartshitpost]

My antipsychotics make me have really weird dreams sometimes- the last two nights have featured Hogwarts Mystery characters, but last nights stood out the most. So I'll try to describe it the best I can.

Warning- you're in for a wild ride.

There is no set up, we simply spawn in this environment.

First, all of this is ice/snow themed. Think the Ice Vault x Celestial Ball from Hogwarts Mystery. We're on a dance floor of some kind. Like the celestial ball, but Ice Vault themed. The camera pans over the dance floor. Penny Haywood's dancing with her snow themed dress. Ben Copper is in the corner. There's various other students filling out the dance floor. Bill Weasley is notably by the refreshment's table. Dressed in actual ball attire this time, instead of his usual button down and khaki pants.

Suddenly we're looking through my eyes. The end of the dance hall starts morphing into a open concept conference room type deal. That goes on to morph into my bathroom. (a half bath in a master bedroom.) While we're in this section, a new in game event has been dropped! It appears in front of everyone, like we are characters in an actual video game and it's popping up on the player's screen. It's a collect stars event! and the prize is a blueberry flavored kang vape oonestick. My sectionleader from my senior year on drumline looks at the event pop-up and comments that that's his favorite flavor. (I don't know if that's true or not).

(All of this is real life context) In my bathroom is my bathroom mirror, which opens up to reveal a little medicine cabinet. inside that medicine cabinet is my "vape graveyard". Aka an old tampon box full of a years worth of dead vapes. Because I know you're not really supposed to just throw them away because they contain batteries. But I also don't really know what to do with them. And yeah everyone else just throws their disposables away, but its conflicting for me. There's also a three tier shelf above my toilet. It's "baker's rack" style with translucent plastic on each shelf rack.

So we're all super confused about this event. Understandably. Because what the hell? After a few minutes of general confusion someone announces that that vape has been recalled due to cancer. So I and Ben go spreading the word, telling people we see- who are either being really confused by or finding ways to win the vape. The event pop-up is now sitting on my bathroom shelf. My section leader is commenting that he doesn't care it's been recalled for cancer and wants to win it anyway, as he's reaching out, trying to snatch it straight out of the event screen.

Cut from that! We're now back on the dance floor. It's a little cold, from being ice themed. Instead of walls there's hills of snow. Behind that is a starry sky with a big, bright full moon! For unknown reasons, we seem rather discouraged.

The camera switches. We are now looking into the situation from a camera. we continue to be to be discouraged. We're in a red velvet dress. It kinda gives Christmas vibes. The neckline is a V-neck. It has sleeves that hit our wrist. The fabric has a V shape cut into it on both sleeves. Both tied off with small, loose bows. Not made of ribbon, but more of a shoestring material, but thinner, and still matching the color of the velvet. That same type of string cinches the dress at our waist with another long, loose bow. The dress still has a loose silhouette, but that adds a little definition. the skirt of the dress hangs loosely at our knees. We're standing by the refreshments table.

Bill see's us being discouraged and approaches us. He's in an indigo velvet suit (velvet was a common theme in everyone's outfits during the "Ice Ball" portions). Paired with a brown belt and brown shoes. (Do indigo and brown really look good together?)

I know everyone imagines colors differently. So when I say indigo, I mean a bit more on the purple side than the blue side. Like an even mix of midnight blue and royal purple.

The light from the stars and moon in the background makes both of our outfits seem to glow. There are words exchanged between us and Bill (indistinguishable dream dialogue) until he asks "Well then can I dance with you?" It seems to be implied that whoever was supposed to, or we thought was going to be there with us was not there, and that is what we were discouraged about.

We accept. And this thing goes full cinematic mode. like 4k rendered 120fps professionally shot type shit. It starts lightly snowing. He takes our hand and pulls us in close, wrapping his other are around our waist. It pauses on this image, perfectly framed in the center of the full moon in the background. It's that pose where the girl is kinda leaning back with the guy's arm supporting her. After this beautiful picture is captured for what feels like about ten seconds, the camera pans out, showing a birds eye view of the dance floor. It has a big, icy snowflake on it, like the door of the Ice Vault. There's still no walls. Just hills of snow and thousands upon thousands of stars.

We begin dancing. Except instead of the "traditional dancing" you'd expect to see at a ball, we're skating. Except instead of iceskating- like you would expect on this icy dance floor in the middle of snowy hills, we're on roller skates (maybe it was because I never learned how to ice skate, but am really good at rollerskating). It's what you'd expect to see from figure skaters, very flowy and smooth movements. We do some spins periodically. The one where you spin under his arm. Where you spin into his arms. All those good, classic moves.

That goes on until we decide it's time for the dance to end yeet off into the hills. (I swear it's the funniest thing how it happened in my head.) Apparently after the dancing we went sledding. But the camera didn't show us that. All it showed was us flying over a hill, one again perfectly framed in the full moon, where we lose hold of the sled and fall. We don't see us land. It's like a Wiley Coyote falling into a canyon where we just fall out of frame. But it's somehow implied via the feeling of the moment that we landed safely, and had a good laugh about it.

And then it's just that beautifully cinematic sequence of the close-ups and the dancing and the falling on repeat until we wake up.

TLDR; At a Ice Vault themed ball there's a collect stars event for a blueberry vape. After it's recalled for cancer we spend the rest of the ball dancing with Bill Weasley until we Wiley Coyote style fall off of our sled into the snow.

(If you liked that- ask me about the dream where I was working with Skye Parkin and Spencer Reid to solve some very unconnected mysteries. Learn a new game called "banana ball" and then later catapult jump onto powerlines? also part of the cast of Friends was there??)

I could make the whole antipsychotic dreams thing a series.

#I bet by the end you had forgotten about the blueberry vape side-plot #i have no explanation #like I have absolutely no clue #how does my brain come up with these things. #feel free to share this #and feel free to express your questions comments and concerns #its amazingly beautiful #and fucking unhinged #should I keep sharing my dreams #antipsychotic dreams #thatkidnic #harrypotterhogwartsshitpost

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