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shadowmonkeysbigbang · 5 days

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TIMELINE & POSTING GUIDELINES FOR SHADOWMONKEYS BIG BANG 2024 PARTICIPANTS

Hi everyone! Now that the sign-ups are complete, we wanted to post an overview of how this year's bang is going to work. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to get in touch via our ask box, dms, or email address 😊

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Timeline:

1) Authors submit your prompts (deadline: 12 May)

2) Artists claim your prompts (round one: 19-26 May & round two: 3-10 June )

3) Teams are allocated (for round 1: by 2 June & for round two: by 17 June latest)

4) Get in touch with your allocated partner

5) Decide on a posting window (dates TBC)

6) Work on your projects while communicating with your partner

7) Post your finished collaboration within your chosen posting window! (posting dates TBC, with 15 February being the final deadline for posting WIPs)

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1) Authors submit your prompts

We will shortly be sending out a link to the submission form for everyone who has signed up as an author via email, after which we will also make a Tumblr post to remind everyone to check their inbox. The deadline for submitting your prompt will be 12 May. This means you have approximately three weeks to think of a fic idea and create + submit your prompt. Please bear in mind the guidelines when creating your prompt.

How to submit your prompt:

You will be asked to create a Google Slide, containing the following information about the fic you’re planning to write:

A working title

The prompt itself. Ideally, this wouldn’t be a teaser-style prompt, but either a full summary or a description of your idea, containing information that might be helpful for artists. As this prompt is meant for the artists to base their decision of which fic they’d like to do art for on, please make sure to include some info and details that will appeal to artists (descriptions of visual appearances of characters or settings etc.)

Rating/tags/warnings you’re planning on using, in AO3-style. These can of course be adjusted at a later stage, but we’re asking you to include at least a few that you’re confident you’ll be using, so that artists have something to base their decision off

An author’s note: which should include information that might be relevant for artists, like the estimated length of your fic, how much of it has been written so far, any preferences for types of artwork you may have, the level of collaboration you’re looking for (i.e. whether you’d like input from the artist on your story as you’re writing it, or prefer to elaborate only on the scene(s) the artist will be creating artwork for, and only share the full fic once it’s finished, or anything in between), and anything else you think would be good for an artist to take into consideration

You can find an example slide (for a different fandom) that you can base your own slide on here. All the required information needs to fit on a single slide, and the font size should be Calibri 12. If you have any difficulty creating your slide, please get in touch with us and we will guide you through it. Your slide will be anonymous, and you will be asked to submit it via the Google form that we will be sending out to all authors via email shortly.

What happens after you’ve submitted your prompt?

Once we’ve received all slides, the mods will combine them into a single presentation and number each slide. We will then share that presentation with the artists, so that they can browse the prompts and decide which fics they’d like to create artwork for. They will be asked to submit their top three choices via the Claims form that we will send out to them in due course, to maximise the chances of every author being matched with an artist.

Please note: since more authors signed up to this year’s bang than artists, it is unfortunately possible that you will not be matched with an artist in the first round of claims. We will therefore host a second round of claims approximately a week after the first round, during which artists who might want to do artwork for multiple fics can claim another fic. If we are still unable to match you with an artist after the second round of claims, you are free to decide either to withdraw from the Bang, or to continue without artwork. Please remember that whether or not you are matched with an artist is not a reflection on the quality of your work - it might simply be a matter of subject preference and/or the fact that there are more authors than artists.

2) Artists claim your prompts

On 19 May, we will post all the prompts that have been submitted, and artists will be able to claim the prompt they want to create work for. In due course, artists will receive an email with a link to a Google Presentation containing all prompt slides, anonymously submitted by the authors. Once this email has been sent out, we will also be making a Tumblr post to remind artists to check their inbox. You will have one week to browse the submissions, after which you can use the Claims form (which we will also be including a link to in the aforementioned email) to submit your top three choices for fics you’d like to create artwork for. The deadline for submitting your Claims form is 26 May.

3) Teams are allocated

After Claims have closed, the mods will do their very best to match as many authors with artists as possible, based on the artists’ preferences. All teams that are successfully matched after the first round of claims will then receive an email to notify them of who they will be collaborating with. We aim to notify the allocated teams within one week from when the Claims form closes (so by 2 June).

The second round of claims will open the day after (3 June), and will remain open for one additional week (deadline 10 June). Additional teams will be allocated and notified as soon as possible after the deadline, and anyone who we were not able to match will be notified asap as well.

4) Get in touch with your allocated partner

As soon as you've been allocated your team, please get in touch with your partner to touch base and to discuss how you want to approach working together on your project. The Shadowmonkeys Big Bang is all about having fun and creating together, so don't be shy about reaching out and starting the conversation!

5) Work on your projects while communicating with your partner

This is the fun bit! Once you've decided how to approach your project, get to work and make sure you keep in touch with your partner for inspiration and motivation. We'll be posting tips on different ways to stay on track and plan your projects, and other fun little bits and pieces here and there to keep everyone feeling inspired!

6) Decide on a posting window

This year, we've decided that in order to make the bang as accessible as possible, there will be a series of posting windows. The posting windows are:

Posting window 1: 30 September - 27 October

Posting window 2: 28 October - 25 November

Posting window 3: 26 November - 23 December

After the teams have been allocated, we ask every team to discuss amongst themselves when they would prefer to post their collaboration. Teams can then submit their first and second preference for a posting window via a form, which we will be sharing with you in due course, and the mods will subsequently attempt to make a posting schedule that is as balanced as possible. Teams will then be notified of their allocated posting window by the mods via email.

7) Post your finished collaboration within your chosen posting window!

Teams will be able to start posting their work anytime between the first and the last day of their allocated window, either all at once, or at least the first 25% of the total fic. The final deadline for posting WIPs (i.e. the date by which the complete fic must be posted) will be 15 February 2025, so please keep that in mind while planning your work. If your work is not finished before this deadline, it will be removed from the Bang collection on AO3.

More information about exact dates and times for the different stages of the Big Bang will be shared with you via posts here/the emails we will send participants at each stage of the process.

You can also find all of the above information in this google doc.

Happy brainstorming, and we're very much looking forward to seeing everyone's no doubt incredibly creative and inspiring fic ideas! 🪩

#shadowmonkeys big bang 2024 #milex #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #alex turner #miles kane

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da-proti-toku-grem · 2 months

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for the kiss prompts: 45 for BoKris and 50 for JaNce?

Well well, we've got two very different vibes here! Loved the contrast between “out of anger” and “out of love” 🤭 Here you go <3

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

45. …out of anger.

“Aren't you going to say anything or what?” Kris practically spat out as they walked through the door of their apartment.

“What do you want me to say, huh? That I'm sorry?” Bojan laughed dryly.

“I guess that would be a good start.”

“Well, I'm not going to apologize for expressing my opinion on your idea.” He crossed his arms over his chest, facing the guitarist and mirroring the other's defiant look.

“Oh that’s what we’re calling it now?” Oh, now Kris was even more pissed off. “Is humiliating me in front of all the guys and Žare called ‘expressing your opinion’ now or what?”

“Is saying that I don't like the idea you proposed called ‘humiliating’ you?” He countered.

“You did not just say you didn't like it, Bojan. You said it was fucking stupid and that I should now better after all these years. In front of fucking everyone.” Kris' blood was starting to boil.

He knew perfectly well that they were struggling to come up with ideas for the new song; they were all very stressed and it was clearly noticeable. But that didn't give Bojan any right to treat him - or anyone - like that and behave like an absolute dickhead.

“You know what,” he continued before letting the singer say anything. “Since you clearly only like your own ideas, why don't you try going solo again?”

“Oh trust me, I will,” Bojan spat out, annoyed.

And that was Kris' last straw.

“No, you fucking won't,” he said, grabbing Bojan by the belt and pulling him close, smashing their lips together in a kiss, almost hard enough to bruise.

Bojan's hands went straight to the guitarist's jacket, gripping it tightly in his fists, pulling him even closer if that was even possible.

Kris bit down hard on Bojan's lower lip, causing him to open his mouth to let out a deep groan. At this, the younger grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled on it, exposing his neck and immediately sucking a mark there.

Bojan gasped as Kris left hickeys all around his neck and below his jaw, without loosening the grip he had on his hair.

Then, Kris pulled away and turned him around roughly, pushing him against the wall with his own body and pressing his crotch against the other's ass, who whimpered loudly. A string of moans and curses escaped from their mouths when he started grinding on it.

“You want that, love?” he teased, biting the back of Bojan's neck. “Is that what you wanted all along?”

The singer groaned.

Kris pulled his hair again, forcing him to look him in the eye and repeated, “I asked you a question, Bojan. Is this what you wanted?”

“Fucking hell- yes Kris! That's what I wanted. God I need you so bad. Now, please, please do something.” He confessed between quick, shaky breaths.

“Well, too bad. I just want cuddles today.”

And, with a grin on his face, he let go of Bojan completely and walked to the living room, leaving him panting heavily and painfully hard in his pants, leaning against the wall.

Fucking jerk.

50. …out of love.

They had been strolling around a lake, holding hands and admiring the beautiful spring landscape, full of blooming flowers that gave it a nice touch of color.

At one point, Nace began to pick up some flowers.

“What are you doing, Nacko?” Jan asked, curious.

“Picking up flowers,” he said simply.

“Yes, I can see that,” he laughed. “I mean why are you doing it.”

“To make you a flower crown, obviously,” Nace smiled.

“Oh.” Jan could already feel a small blush creeping up his cheeks. “Wait, I want to make you one too!”

Once they had picked enough flowers, they looked for a slightly clearer spot and sat down on the ground, facing each other.

Nace began braiding them together with ease, already forming the shape of the crown, while Jan was having trouble getting it started. He uttered an exasperated grunt, making Nace let out an amused chuckle.

“How come you can braid your hair perfectly and still don’t know how to make a simple flower crown?”

“Well at least my hair doesn't fall apart when I try to braid it,” he sighed resignedly, throwing away the flowers in his hands.

Nace laughed. “What?” the guitarist asked.

“Nothing. You're cute,” he said, booping his nose.

When Nace finished making it, he approached Jan to put it on him.

As he delicately placed the crown on Jan's head, the younger looked up at him with adoration and a soft smile on his face.

Nace admired his creation. They were white daisies, and while some might think them too plain and prefer other, more colorful or particularly shaped flowers, the bassist had chosen them for a reason. And seeing how the white and yellow contrasted with his boyfriend's beautiful black hair, he knew he had chosen well.

“...And? How does it look?” Jan asked, blushing a little under the other's fond gaze.

“You look gorgeous, love” he whispered, as if it was a well kept secret.

“Thank you, sonček.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, simply staring into each other's equally brown eyes, twin smiles painting their faces. Almost at the same time, their eyes started trailing down, glancing at each other's lips before going back up. It felt like time had slowed down somehow. How long have they been looking at each other - seconds, minutes, hours? They wouldn’t know. And it didn't matter.

Slowly, they began to move closer, their eyes never leaving each other's as their mouths met in the middle in a tender kiss, full of love and affection.

After an indefinite amount of time, their lips parted and they rested their foreheads together.

“C’mere,” whispered Jan, patting his lap.

Nace obeyed, shifting his position until he was lying on the grass, his head resting on Jan's lap.

Jan looked down at him with a gentle smile, beginning to stroke the soft brown locks between his fingers.

“Your hair it's getting long.”

“Hmm,” Nace hummed. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

With that, Jan started doing little braids on it, making the older giggle.

Life has many uncertainties, but if one thing was clear, it was that they loved each other.

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#these are a bit shorter than the other so sorry for that but I hope you like them either way <3 #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #bokris #jan peteh #nace jordan #jance #ask #mine #maca writes #kiss prompts

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do-not-lick-the-walls · 3 months

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a devil put aside | chapter five - truths and lies

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(gif via @goodsirs)

beelzebub x fallen angel!reader

summary: you shake a lot of hands, and waver between the true and the false.

(she/her pronouns are used for reader, no use of y/n)

warnings: religious themes & trauma, good lord thats a lot of anxiety from like 4 different directions

ineffable taglist: @sarcastic-sourwolf , @angelofthenight <3

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The hallways are much less cramped than they were, and not so hard to see in anymore. You scrape the bottom of the denial barrel and pretend that somebody fixed the lights, which are still flickering sadly, because the thought of your body having warped any more sends you into a wave of nausea. Beelzebub's reassurances can only hold off so much dread at a time.

So, now that the lights are fixed, you're getting a better look at the place. Obviously, it's still disgusting---same water damage, same grime, same clutter---but at least you can see where you're going. And some other details previously missed, like somebody's guts hanging from the ceiling, and the many, many demotivational posters.

"Don't get yourself all worked up about this first bit or anything, it's only paperwork. Getting you checked in and such," Beelzebub explains.

Walking beside them (along with the repaired lights) takes some of the fright out of traversing hell's maze. You're going at a half-stroll instead of the brisk pace you're used to, and the lesser demons move aside to let you pass. It might be a nice(?) walk, actually... if it wasn't for the stares.

Eyes are flocking to you, of course they are, sweeping you over to eagerly form every possible opinion at first and second glances. A chill blossoms beneath your skin as a kind of backwards deja vu pours over your brain, trickling down your spine like cold syrup. You shift closer to Beelzebub. Demons and their hungry, curious gazes peer from all sides. They can smell fear.

You exhale, and touch the pin on your collar. Notice it, you think, See that I'm not to be touched.

The Admissions lobby is full to the brim. Tons of sinners awaiting eternal torment, far too little staff. Promptness doesn't appear to be a concern though, if the various anti-apologies blaring over the P.A. system are anything to go off of. "We'd like to apologize for the wait, but we won't!" Beelzebub cuts through the crowd like butter, and you stay close behind, not eager to be swept out to sea.

You arrive at the front desk and find a very tired-looking demon behind it. He's hunched over some paperwork, scribbling away while a newly-dead sinner waits anxiously. Beelzebub clears their throat, and he jolts upright.

"Ah. Lord Beelzebub, you said you would be coming by..." He locks eyes with you, then quickly breaks, gaze flitting back and forth like he's looking for a place to set down his first impression. Another throat clear prompts him into leaning over the desk to address the crowd. "You'll all have to wait!"

A collective groan rumbles through the lobby, joined by a jaunty "Have A Miserable Eternity!" from the P.A.

"Please, uh. Come with me, Lord. And, uh..." he trails off, uncertain, then settles for "and... you."

He leads you past the counter, into a tiny back office with a concerning number of filing cabinets. Beelzebub plops themself in a chair, leg swung over the side as seems to be their habit, and you sit beside them while the admissions demon takes his place behind the desk. You can't tell whether it's you or Beelzebub that's making him so anxious, but one of you must be doing a damn good job, because he's so jumpy that he almost misses his chair.

"So," he wavers, "I take it you're the Seraph?"

"Not anymore, but yes," says Beelzebub, kicking their other foot up onto the desk. A grain of irritation that they answered for you ticks you in the head, but it quickly bounces off your gratitude for not having to speak.

"I'm Furfur, Senior Admissions Demon." He holds out his hand, grip is a little weak, but not unfriendly as you shake. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, and welcome to hell."

You don't dislike him. He doesn't give off the impression of wanting to eat you, for one, a concept that has been very much tugging at the back of your mind over the course of the walk. But all demons are liars, and you never were a good judge of character, so you nod and stay quiet.

"This situation is highly unusual, of course, but I think I've managed to draw up something that should satisfy Lord Dagon," he digs around in a drawer, pulls out a sheaf of paper, and sets it in front of you. "Here you go, love. Look it over if you like, then sign down there." He hands you an old fountain pen.

You read carefully. It doesn't contain a lot regarding your deal with Beelzebub; there's something much more intimate about that. This is mostly confirmation of check-in, terms and conditions, et cetera. Still, you're thorough with your examination. You read the packet four times over before you dip the pen in the inkwell.

The dotted line stares at you. There's power in a name. And your name, your sigil, is now false. You cannot sign with your six-winged eye anymore, all three of you know it. No, you have to name yourself again, something true, something that satisfies. Ink drips onto the page.

You clench your teeth, and you draw a new sigil.

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"You'll want to make a good impression," Beelzebub tells you on the way, "Technically, they're below me, but I still need a majority vote on a lot of things, and they keep this place in business. I had to fight them on letting you stay, so you've got to win them over. Put your best foot forward."

You chew on your lip, and touch the pin they gave you.

"Here's a quick rundown. Dagon's the fish, she's Lord of Files and Master of Torments. She's generally wary of everyone, and she'll probably try to test you somehow, so be ready for that. Ligur's got the chameleon, don't ask me why, I don't know either, and don't be alarmed if it changes colors. He's a Duke of Hell, excellent lurker, usually the least aggressive one. And Hastur's the weirdo, also a Duke. Sometimes he's got a frog on his head, sometimes he doesn't. I don't know. I'm not sure how he'll take to you, since I'm pretty sure you scared him shitless back in the war."

You stack all of this into a neat pile. Dagon's suspicious, Ligur's the safest, Hastur's the wildcard. "Alright."

"Don't be shy," they instruct, stopping you at the door. "Be respectful, but not overly polite or subservient. I'll be right there if you need help."

They give you a little smile, swing open the door, and wave you inside.

"Everyone, here she is. Newest of the Fallen, Demon of the Sixth House, and my apprentice."

Warmth creeps over your face at the introduction, and you clasp your hands together before you can do a little wave or something else equally stupid. Come on, be a demon. Remember what they said.

The Council is exactly as described. Dagon has her elbows resting on the table and a calculating eye you can't hold. Ligur and his chameleon, which is sitting on his head for some reason, nod in greeting. Hastur is currently sans-frog, and poorly hiding how his leg bounces under the table. All three are staring at you expectantly.

"Um. Hi."

You mentally kick yourself. Stupid.

"Hello," Dagon replies, looking at you like you're a mushroom that may or may not be poisonous. When you shake, the strength of her grip makes it very clear that she could drag you down to the Ninth if she wanted. "I'm Dagon. Lord of Files and Master of Torments."

Instead of shaking, Ligur presses a kiss to the back of your hand, which makes you freeze, then gingerly take it back. "Ligur, Duke of Hell. It's a pleasure." His chameleon turns green as you lock eyes with it for a very odd moment. A slight buzz hums from Beelzebub's direction.

"I'm Hastur," is all Hastur says.

You and Beelzebub join the table, them kicking their feet up and you definitely not doing that. A torturously awkward moment passes.

"Well," starts Dagon, "what's the summary?"

Before you can even make the 'please help me' face, Beelzebub rescues you from potentially running your existence into the ground. Furfur, you maybe could've talked to; he seemed alright, and too low on the food chain to get you axed. Dagon? No.

"She's agreed to train under me, like we discussed. There's high potential here, and it's coming out already, actually. She started changing maybe an hour or so ago. Growing horns, looks like," they talk easily, so easily that it has to be fake. "We're going to hone that potential. She'll also assist me with things when she's ready, and I'm expecting help from you all as necessary."

Hastur shifts in his seat. You can't help but agree, gripping the arms of your chair.

Dagon turns to you. "Do you speak?"

You recoil slightly, then frown. "Yes."

"Good," she settles her chin on her hands. "What can you do, then?"

"What?"

Beelzebub jumps in. "Dagon, she's been down here a day, and slept through half of it, you can't expect her to have a handle on---"

"I want to hear her talk herself, Beelzebub. You said she was worth it, so," Dagon fixes you with her hard-cut stare, "Prove it. Why are you here? What makes you so special?"

You blink several times.

Everything that made you special is dead. God gave, and God took away. It's gone, it's done, cut off and closed. You're empty. There's not really much of a point to you anymore, now that you think about it. You're a broken piece in a greater game.

But she's asking you. A rush shoots through your blood. You can lie. It's not like there's any way to fact-check. What's she going to do, call God? God can't hear you down here. You can lie. You just have to do it, now.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. How do you lie about something like this? And more importantly, how do you get away with it? There has to be a trick to it. There's an answer somewhere. Come on, stupid. Find it.

Maybe you can start with the truth, then spin it, build off of it. That could be easier than making something up. Yes, that could work. You take a deep breath, and put on your best demon face.

"Because I was God's favorite," is what comes out of your mouth. It leaves nothing behind on your tongue, like you didn't say it at all. Like somebody else is the liar, and they're just using your voice as a medium. You force your eyes not to widen, swallow, and keep going. "Everyone thinks it's Gabriel, since he's in charge, but it's me. It was me."

You fist your skirt in your hands, eyes jumping from councilor to councilor. They say nothing.

"She trusted me with the prophets, you know. And I did everything She asked, always. I was nothing but perfect. And you know what it got me?"

The words start to come easier, waterfalling out of you before you can even think about them. Your voice has taken on an unfamiliarly bitter tone. "It got me here. Those bastards upstairs broke me, stapled my eyes shut, and threw me out. I'm here because I fell here, and I'm going to make them regret that."

Dagon gives you a deeply unimpressed look, like you've just given an obviously bullshit powerpoint, and she's about to kick the projector. "That's very nice and all, good sentiment. But what can you do?"

You open your mouth, then close it again.

Under the table, a hand rests on your knee, warm through the gentle roughness of the nylon clinging to your legs. I'm here, it says, keep going. It takes everything you have not to look at them as a second, lying bloodrush courses through your veins, all the way down to your new shoes.

"Nothing yet," you start with the truth again. This time, you imitate Beelzebub as best you can; speaking slowly, winding up intrigue, like you know a secret and you just might be willing to tell. "But if I were to guess, it won't be that way for much longer. God's favorites fall hard. I'm already growing horns, who knows what I could be in a week?"

Vindication tugs at the corner of your lip as Beelzebub squeezes your knee, flushing your body with rose-colored pride. Good job.

You hold your breath as Dagon continues to evaluate you with her narrowed gaze. Her eyes are sharp in the way a syringe is sharp. Calculating, measuring.

Then, she inclines her head, so subtly that it's almost imperceptible.

You've passed the first round by the skin of your teeth.

#fic #good omens #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #good omens x reader #beelzebub good omens #x reader #good omens beelzebub x reader #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #furfur #furfur good omens #dagon good omens #good omens ligur #hastur and ligur #hastur good omens #yaaay dark council #the plot thickens #send my boy furfur some love

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zeb-z · 5 months

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Umm for the spotify wrapped thing, my lucky number 5?? For like a qsmp character ideally, if you want to ramble about an au u can >:3

send me a number 1-100 for a song and prompt!

Thank you for the ask! :3 I wanted to do something for Bad, because currently he is suffering the consequences of his actions now, but couldn’t quite write smth to fit the vibe of the song, yknow? So how about a bit of Quackity, and a mention of Tilin, in my Star Wars AU?

5 - Consequences - Lovejoy

Quackity’s pulse races in his ears as the cantina door slides open, revealing the Imperial officer he had bumped into an hour before.

He quickly looks back down to his drink, tugging his hood further in front of his face, and makes a point to study the way the condensation fogs up the crystalline glass. Maybe if he ignores him hard enough, through the pure please don’t-notice-me vibes he’s putting out, and the will of the goddamn force, he won’t see him. Like when you close your eyes during hide and seek, and no one else can see you, right?

A hand, calloused and heavy, falls on his shoulder. Shit.

“Come with me, son,” a voice says in his ear, that same thick drawl Quackity had pointedly ignored an hour earlier. “We don’t gotta make a scene.”

There’s a moment of silence, a single moment full of too many options and subsequent consequences, to possibly run through each choice in his head.

He doesn’t want to follow anymore than he had in the first place, when the officer had stopped him, read him out his full government name, and asked if they could chat a while. He doesn’t want to get taken like he knows others have been, behind the doors of that concrete ISB building, to never be seen again. He doesn’t want this Empire loving freak breathing heavy down his neck, holding him down with an oppressive hand.

Ah fuck it, he’s a dead man walking, anyway.

Quackity grabs the officers hand at the same time he stands up, elbowing back with his opposite arm right into the man’s nose. His vision starts to swim with the sudden motion, and he blinks furiously, but somehow still manages to slip out of the Imperial’s grip. He doesn’t stop moving - he can’t - stumbling from there straight to the door and out into the air of Coruscant.

Fuck, he’s not sober enough for this.

He picks a direction and runs, ignoring the shouts behind him. Neon lights blur, the noise of night life and smell of metal and booze only serving to make him nauseous. Adrenaline keeps him moving, past a startled patrol of troopers who barely miss grabbing him, into a maze of side roads and alleys, where he hopes to lose them.

He somehow manages to make it to the hovertrain station, jumping through the doors right as they start to slide closed. His shoulder collides against the opposite wall, hard, and he crumples to the ground.

He groans, hardly noticing the startled looks of the other passengers as he curls up and closes his eyes.

He knew he should have been more careful. Should have found someone better than him to cover his tracks when he had gone snooping. Should have kept a level head when he had found Tilin’s file in the ISB’s records, with a terrifying amount of information locked behind far more secure firewalls. Instead he had panicked, and gone out to drown his sorrows. Their blacked out photo swims behind his eyelids, red bow just peeking out above the box. Classified, classified, classified-

The hovertrain jolts to a stop, and Quackity’s stomach jumps into the back of his throat.

As soon as he felt less like throwing up all over the grimy floors of Coruscant public transportation, he’d figure it out.

#I feel like the vibe of ‘drunk chase from imperials’ fits the song a bit more than ‘bad’s memory slipping through his fingers’ yknow #a bit more energetic. more ‘oh I’m self aware that I’m fucked’#I’ll have to post more about quackity in the sw au now :3 sorry this is a but vague without the whole story but yknow. short drabble and al #that #qsmp au #z writes #asks #spotify wrapped asks

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crystaltrinket · 2 years

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how i love to see you smile - Naruto - Uchiha Sasuke/Hyuuga Hinata - drabble series for SasuHina Month 2022

Summary: Sasuke likes Hinata and she’s oblivious. Modern AU, High school.

[Rating: G | Prompt: Fernweh - homesick for a place you've never been to | Word Count: 500 | Warnings: None] @sasuhinamonth

Author's Note: A little late but that's okay. I hope you enjoy! This time it's from Hinata's POV.

Hinata opened a bookmarked page of the onsen waitlist book. The onsen was open to the public but they had a special, reservation-only Presidential Suite. Hiashi delegated the task of going through the waitlist and confirming their reservation to Hinata.

Her eyes went down the list, passing by the faded green check marks with names next to them. The names were familiar to her since she started working at the onsen. She stopped at the next name on the list.

'Uchiha Mikoto-san?' Hinata read the subsequent names. 'Uchiha Fugaku, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha...Sasuke.'

Sasuke's name brought a smile to her face. They've known each other for as long as she could remember. She couldn't place just one specific memory in her mind that reminded her of him. He was everywhere. Every trinket in her room either came from him or it was bought together. The book where she presses her flowers came from him.

While her father discouraged her friendship with Sasuke, his mother fully encouraged their friendship to blossom. The small snacks she hid for her in Sasuke's lunch bag evolved into recipes scribbled on small pieces of paper to a full cookbook every holiday. Her duties as the business heiress made it difficult to spend time outside of the onsen-ji, but Mikoto found a way to send sweet treats for her birthday through Sasuke.

Hinata checked the number listed with Sasuke's number on her phone. 'Ah, they're different. This must be Mikoto-san's number.'

Using the office phone, Hinata dialed the number on the waitlist.

"Hello?" A deeper voice answered.

"Hello, is Uchiha Mikoto-san available?"

"One moment." Hinata could hear someone call for Mikoto on the other line. 'This must be Sasuke's dad.'

"This is Mikoto." Hinata smiled at the sound of her voice.

"Mikoto-san, this is Hyuuga Hinata from the Konohakagure Onsen-ji, calling to confirm your Presidential Suite reservation.

"Oh, Hinata-chan! How are you?"

Hinata cradled the phone on her shoulder. "I'm fine, Mikoto-san. Thank you for asking."

"I'm glad to hear that. And yes, I want to confirm that reservation. Fugaku and I will be celebrating our anniversary as a family."

Hinata placed a check mark next to Mikoto's name. "Sounds wonderful!"

"One question, Hinata-chan."

"Yes, Mikoto-san?"

"Could you possibly join us on that day?"

Mikoto's question made her pause. Through Sasuke, she felt closer to his family than hers, even if she never spoke to Fugaku or Itachi. She wanted to say yes so, she could spend time with the family she considered her own. Hinata checked the date of the reservation.

"Unfortunately, I have to say no. I will be working on that day."

"I understand, Hinata-chan," she responded dejectedly. "Please visit us if you can."

"I'll try my best, Mikoto-san. Have a good night."

"You as well, my dear."

Hinata waited until Mikoto ended the call to hang up the phone. Heaving a long sigh, Hinata closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind off the family she wished to be a part of.

#sasuhinamonth2022 #sasuke uchiha/hinata hyuuga #sasuke x hinata #sasuhina #series: how i love to see you smile #creator: crystaltrinket

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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121: “Why are you in my bed?”, for Plo and Kit please? 💚

Sure thing <3

121: “Why are you in my bed?”

Characters: Plo Koon, Kit Fisto (Ship)

AO3

Dialogue Prompt List

In the past, Plo Koon’s normal routine upon arriving back on Coruscant would be to deliver the mission report— be it good or bad— then retire elsewhere for a time of meditation or to observe the initiates or padawans, among other things that required little action on his end, or, if it was late enough, retire for the night entirely.

The Force had not been kind to him today, however.

With the war going on, the return of the 104th Battalion and himself to Coruscant meant a number of new things were to be added to his routine. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t have been a problem— going over general supplies that were needed and sending an order report form for that was no trouble, and making sure that the boys were all in working order or getting the assistance they needed wasn’t anything overly time-consuming. Commander Wolffe kept the rest of the boys in line, after all.

(His commander and son had waved him off with a halfhearted grumble last time Plo had asked about how he managed to do so.)

What had been was the Meeting between the Council and the Division Heads— The Jedi Order was not run only by the Council, after all.

It wasn’t a major meeting, or rather, it wasn’t supposed to be— it wasn’t a full Council, and about half the division heads weren’t present. And even if it had been supposed to be a major meeting, little would have gotten done anyway.

Not with Cin Drallig and Vokara Che barely paying attention as they checked their comms and answered messages from the instructors and healers respectively, not with Jocasta Nu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Ki Adi Mundi arguing about the state of the War, and certainly not with the head of the Agricorp and the Grandmaster getting into a rather heated negotiation about supply costs.

No, Plo doubted that much would have gotten done even if all members of the Divisions and Council had been there.

In fact, even less would have and he was certain that if Mace Windu had hair left, it would’ve been ripped out in frustration.

That said, by the time they had been dismissed from the meeting, Plo was almost glad to turn down Master Rancisis’ invite for tea and a game of Dejarik. And at the same time, the other Master seemed almost relieved that he had done so.

His walk to his quarters had been undisturbed after that— to which, he thanked both the Force and the Spirits above for— and by the time he did reach the door, a part of him felt strangely exhausted.

A quick read of his force signature opened the doors— he didn’t bother with the keypad anymore, it had been nearly four hundred years, after all— and he stepped in without a word. A hiss of a sigh escaped him and out through his mask.

The damn thing had been highly uncomfortable all day.

Another sigh left him as he carefully removed his boots and external robe.

Logic dictated that he should eat something, he was nearing the end of the sustainability period after a full meal, after all— but logic hardly mattered to him anymore.

He was exhausted and no amount of food would fix that. And besides, he could eat in the morning. The 104th had time off until the next mission.

And both Sha and his Uncle were in the Temple— he could certainly take time to catch a meal with the both of them. It had been a long time since, after all.

Plo Koon’s musings were cut short, however, upon realizing that there was an extra set of boots by the door. Ones that weren’t his.

It took a moment to run through all possibilities on who the boots could belong to before the familiarity set in.

Ah.

That explained why there was a severe lack of noise in the Council Chambers earlier.

Kit had skipped out on the meeting.

The lack of a full Council could have been explained away with Councilors being busy on the field, though if Kit was here that just meant that he had skipped.

Not that Plo really could blame him.

Like Vokara and Cin, Plo found that only half-full meetings between the Councils and Divisions were rather pointless.

With a shake of his head, the Kel Dor Master extended his senses through the Force, easily locating where his fellow Master and Partner was. He moved through the main sitting area of his quarters silently, making his way to the bedroom.

Sure enough, revered Nautolan Master Kit Fisto was lying sprawled across the bed, scrolling through a thread on his datapad. The blue light of the screen illuminated the room, but otherwise, the light was off.

Plo leaned against the doorframe, smiling slightly. “Pray tell,” he started. “Why are you in my bed?”

The Nautolan’s ahwey perked and he turned his head, looking over at him before a sharp-toothed grin crossed his face.

“Waitin’ for you to get back," was all he said and Plo let out a soft huff of amusement, flicking the light on before crossing over to the closet. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Kit went back to reading whatever had caught his interest while he changed.

As much as he did find his normal attire comfortable— and it had been altered and designed by him to be as such— it was nice to be out of the robes and into looser clothes.

“How did the meeting go?” Kit asked as Plo walked back over to the bed. A quick flick of the fingers drew his anti-ox collar from the bedside table via the Force.

He hummed a bit. “It was fine, none of us really wanted to be there, except for the Grandmaster it seemed,” he replied as he unclasped the collar. “Your lineage brother and Master Che seemed to be seeing who was getting the most messages the entire time from their respective divisions.”

Kit snorted out a laugh at that.

“Cin never did like meetings like that.,” Kit mused. And that was an understatement

The Nautolan knew as well as Plo did— and most Jedi— that Cin Drallig did not enjoy being pulled away for what he deemed frivolous things.

Meetings that were of no Major importance and only used for updating the other Division Heads and Councilors fell under that category for him— after all, Plo also knew that the Battlemaster knew most of what was already going on in every corner of the Temple by way of the Guard and gossip.

“He seemed rather put out when he first arrived, yes,” Plo mused before he began to process of connecting the ports in his throat to the collar. He closed the clasp after he was done, resting at the base of his neck, before he took a few breaths. The filters were in working order, air was going through the collar and not his mask.

Ordinarily, Plo would simply activate his own atmosphere. But, that had been a time before moments with Kit had become rare and in-between.

Still, the relief when he removed his mask was instant.

Kel Dor were not made for wearing their masks for longer than a few weeks at a time. Not comfortably at least. There was always a pull on the skin, a feeling of it being too tight, too restrictive.

Plo rested his mask on the table before falling back against Kit, who just laughed a bit and waved a hand lazily. The lights shut off again and Plo settled back, resting his head against Kit’s and relaxed.

Sleep found him not too long after.

the word ahwey comes from @shadowmaat

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larry-hiatus · 2 years

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2021 Fests I Participated In

Everyone is doing writing self evaluations, so I thought I would start a similar trend!

List the fests that you participated in this year and reflect on them

1. @1daboficfest - My first ever fest! I wrote a fic called I’m Asking You Please, Don’t Talk Dirty to Me in which omega Louis is a filthy talking mind when he goes into his heat unexpectedly, and his best friend alpha Harry struggles to deal with it. It’s my first omegaverse fic, and I really like how it came out! It was a fun prompt that I’m so glad I was able to get, and people seemed to really like it!

2. @wordplayfics - This was such a neat challenge, both using a word as inspiration and only writing a fic in one week. I chose to participate in all five weeks, and I created a series called You Could Be Preoccupied in which Harry signs up for a gay hookup app and hooks up with each of the other boys. They were fun to write, and writing new ships was a good push out of my comfort zone. It was also fun anticipating the word with @neondiamond every week haha! I also am quite fond of my titles because they are all galaxy themed.

3. @bhficfest - I had so much fun writing this fic, He Said “You’re Such a Crybaby” which is a PWP with heavy BDSM, featuring dom Louis and sub Harry, who happens to cry a lot and loves getting teased for it. I chose to combine three different prompts for this, and I think it came out nicely!

4. @1dcountryfest - The fic I wrote for this is called I’m Inviting You (To a Party for Two), and in it Louis gets cheeky while trying to get Harry to come over for a hookup and something new. This was fun because it was inspired by the song Party for Two by Gretchen Wilson. I loved including bits of the lyrics and playing on the country theme for the plot. It was also my first time having an artist for a fic, which was really cool!

5. @1dtrickortreatfest - I wrote two quick fics for this fest! One is called Full Skirt, Don’t Flirt Ballerina, in which Harry and Louis go to a Halloween party, and Louis gets jealous that pretty ballerina Harry keeps “flirting” with people. It was my first time writing non smut since January or February! I was nervous about that, but I’m not mad at how it came out haha. The other fic is called Jack-off O’Lantern, where Harry decides to be naughty and put his undies on display with a pumpkin on the porch, and Louis punishes him for it. I wasn’t too thrilled with this one because it was tough writing smut in so few words, but I’m glad I did it. It was a neat challenge having an exact word count requirement, although it threw me off when Google Docs and AO3 had different ways of counting hyphenated words!

6. @subharryficfest - Another fest that I wrote two fics for. The first is Even If It’s Only For Tonight, which is about Louis inviting Zayn for a threesome with him and Harry. I love how this came out. It was fun writing different perspectives, and I loved writing Louis’ rules for Zayn. The second is called A Picture of Your Open Throat, a bakery fic in which Harry accidentally sends a rude picture to Louis, his boss’ son. I rushed to finish this one, but people seem to like it, so I’m glad! It was a fun premise, and I enjoyed throwing in some bakery metaphors lol.

Number of fests: 6

Number of fics: 12

Favorite fest/fic: So hard to choose! But I loved my fics for the 1D ABO Fic Fest and the Bottom Harry Fest

Fests you would love to do again this year (if they come back!): I think possibly Wordplay and ABO Fest!

Tagging some friends, but I’m not sure who participated in fests, so if you didn’t, my apologies! Also I am rubbish at remember who to tag; I just went through who has tagged me in the past few months! If you want to do this and weren’t tagged, please do!

@neondiamond @zanniscaramouche @hershelsue @thestylinsons @princelyharry @harrystomlinson @stylesthebrave @littleroverlouis @larrydoinglaundry @beelou @justalarryblog @cyantific @beckydoesthings @jacaranda-bloom @allwaswell16 @larrysballetslippers @justalarryblog @dontworrylouis @larryyouknow @bluecolouredlou @wadey-wilson @fallinglikethis @kingsofeverything @dryourtearsaway @mercurial-madhouse

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soulmatesabroad · 3 years

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Soulmate Prompts:

Since this is a fic fest about soulmates, we are in need of prompt suggestions! Please send in some prompts that have to do with soulmates! You do NOT have to be writing for this fest to send in prompts!

More info can be found at @soulmatesabroad!

A: The One au. The One is a tv series that's sort of dystopian in that it explores a reality in which you could suddenly apply to this program that will match you to your soulmate and it follows how specific people deal with that.

B: Where you wake up with a tattoo after meeting your soulmate. Larry are vacationing at the same hotel, they meet and then every day for 4 days after they both gain a new tattoo. When they meet again, they realize their tattoos match perfectly. Rope & anchor, compass & ship, heart & arrow, rose & dagger.

C: Ziall soulmates au where their first words to each other are tattooed somewhere on their body. Both of them have the phrase “fuck you” on their arms. Of course the first time they meet they both say...

D: in uni, prof is giving a lecture, his student is his soulmate, figuring it out over the semester

E: reverse Wellington: Larry meet, drunk Louis shouts "soulmate" at Harry, then they get to know each other and fall in love

F: Larry please- soulmates who meet in dreams and appear the way they see themselves so that irl one doesn’t recognize the other because he sees himself as plain/boring

G: Larry please - One of them either doesn’t want to meet his soulmate and has been doing everything to avoid meeting them. He gets stuck in a time loop (like Groundhog Day) until he meets and acknowledges his soulmate.

H: One of them is a surfer, the other is a photographer and they meet somewhere warm. They're 26 and kinda gave up on finding their soulmate but then it happens.

i: any pairing: universe in which soulmates recognise each other by having the same song stuck in their head. cue person a hearing person b humming the song under their breath in location x

J: Larry please - fic where each year you get opportunities to meet your soulmate and live life with them but as soon as the clock hits 00:00 on Dec 31st your memory resets in regards to who your soulmate is. There’s no way to go around this...or is there?

K: A is a hopeless romantic who has always dreamed of meeting their soulmate. Unfortunately their remote location means they see the same few people every day, none of whom is their match. When Character B arrives and A falls in love with them, the question arises: are they soulmates? Or does A just want them to be?

L: Food is love, and supposedly your soulmate's cooking will taste better than anything you've ever eaten before. Too bad Character A is hopeless in the kitchen. Character B is the chef who promises they can teach anyone how to cook-- is that the only reason A finds their food so delicious? Or is there something more at play?

M: Characters A and B are working together on a yacht. They share a room, and as crew they also happen to share most of their working hours and duties as well. Is that the reason they're so drawn to one another? Regardless of their connection, they're both determined to keep it professional.

N: It's not only humans who have soulmates, apparently. At least if the pet psychic Character A has consulted about their dog's depression is to be believed. The psychic claims the pup met his soulmate at doggie daycare. Now A is trying to see if she's right by seeking out every possible dog from the playgroup. Will helping a dog find it's soulmate lead Character A to the same thing?

O: Hybrids aren't accepted many places, but in a few countries they have full rights and equality, even if prejudice still exists. Character A was raised in an anti-hybrid country and is now studying/working in a hybrid friendly place. Character B is the hybrid neighbor who they feel drawn to in ways they've heard are typical of soulmates. The possibility is as frightening as it is enticing.

P: Nontraditonal ABO: it's generally accepted doctrine that alphas and omegas are made to go together. Character A has always been attracted to people of their own secondary gender, and has therefore run away from the concept of finding a soulmate. When they meet character B, who shares their secondary gender, and find that the two of them share a soulmark-- the sign of a true mate --their world is turned upside down.

Q: (larry) They have been penpals for years now, sharing their little creative thoughts with each other. Will they ever meet? A new job, a different city, some crossed paths and fate might help.

R: Louis is 30 and the CEO of his family business in Toronto and he has hired a new assistant, Harry, 27. A lot of sexual tension, business trips, coincidences and ‘if he my soulmate or I just have a stalker and also a big crush?’

S: Strangers to friends with benefits to lovers larry; Louis and Harry has finished college and they both are doing a tour across Europe visiting different countries. They start from different cities in and meet in the second/third country they’re visiting. They get along quickly and have a one night stand because they think they won’t meet again. But they meet again in the next city or in the trip to the next city. Is their connection due to their sexual attraction or because they’re soulmates?

T: Louis and Harry are both Niall’s friend but they don’t know each other, however they meet in Niall’s wedding (with his soulmate) in Ireland (or another country if the author prefer another place for the wedding)

U: Larry: Soulmates have a special connection, they have visions of their more important events of their life - both sad and happy but they can’t see their faces, bodies or their friends/families faces. Louis and Harry know everything important that happen to them but they haven’t met yet, they live in different countries and they know that but they don’t know the country they live in. How will they meet? What will happen?

V: Larry: Exes to lovers - People have their soulmates mark in their 18 birthday. Harry and Louis were together during high school and break up before Louis 18 birthday because person A was afraid of not being their soulmates. Louis goes to travel aboard so they don’t know about their mark. They meet again some years later when they’re in their 20...

W: Larry enemies to lovers: Both of them work for the same company and has the same job position but they hate each other because the first time they met it wasn’t “meet cute”. All their coworkers think they are similar and would make an amazing couple so they try to get them together. Most people don’t believe in soulmates anymore, they think it was a legend or maybe it’s not a legend and they’re soulmates?

X: Untraditional soulmates !! For example, a pairing (or poly) comprised of people who aren’t soulmates but are in love anyway. Maybe their “true” soulmates died or just didn’t work out for some reason. Maybe their “true” soulmates are platonic and separate from the romantic relationship. But ultimately the theme being something like “i am choosing to love this person” rather than the world telling them who to love :)

Y: Character A is a writer who pours their heart and soul into everything they write, though their focus on the soulmate trope is underappreciated. They go away on a writer's retreat to give it one last try and meet Character B, a person who seems to have stepped right out of one of their novels. Is this their soulmate or a figment of their imagination, or have they truly had one of their characters come to life?

Z: In a world where you see in color after hearing the sound of your soulmate's voice, Character A doesn't remember seeing in black and white. When they realize they're different, nobody can explain the reason. It isn't until they meet Character B, a stranger with the same affliction, that they begin to put things together. Or: A and B hear one another's cries as babies, changing their vision from black and white to color before they could possibly have realized it.

AA: Characters A & B somehow keep running into each other inexplicably all over the world. Maybe they happen to study abroad together then have a work conference in the same city then vacation in the same city, etc. Eventually they realize they've been seeing each other all over and maybe the universe is trying to tell them something.

BB: Louis gets a call from an unknown number from across the world. When he answers it, he's asked if he is a Mr. Harry Styles' previous employer and to give a recommendation on his performance. Amused, he pretends he is Harry's old boss and gives a glowing recommendation without knowing who he is. The job that this Harry is going for must be quite intense, because a few days later Louis is asked to fly out to interview in person to attest to Harry's character, where he ends up meeting Harry and falling for him.

CC: OT4/5 platonic soulmates with all the main characters being aro, ace, demisexual, etc. A soulmark appears when you meet a soulmate-- whether they're a platonic, romantic, or sexual soulmate(or sooner combo of the 3) is something each person has to discover for themselves. OT4/5 are grateful to find soulmates who are excited to experience beautiful and deep platonic relationships.

DD: Soulmarks are a trait that most humans have lost. Character A is a vampire who was born in a time when they were far more common. Imagine their surprise when they meet Character B, a human, whose soulmark complements their own.

EE: Larry: An AU where magic exists, Louis has always thought he’s a dark wizard and Harry doesn’t know if he’s a wizard or a normal human. Spoiler: he’s a wizard! They meet when they are 18/20 in a trip and they find more than themselves.

FF: Larry: Louis and Harry are friends of Zayn and Liam but they haven’t met yet. Ziam is having a wedding and their bachelor parties in Hawaii, they meet them.

GG: Louis and Harry haven’t met yet but they meet in a reality show that consists of traveling around the world. The rules of the reality show: Choose a person in the first program to travel with them (Louis and Harry travel together) and spend as little money as possible.

HH: Louis and Harry have been working in the same building for years but they haven’t met officially although they’ve seen each other around. They officially meet when their boss decided to do a work trip to Sydney

ii: Louis and Harry go to Orlando to visit the amusement park. They meet when they’re waiting in the queue for one of the rides and they spend a lot of time together because their other friends are tired of visiting different amusement park and they want to chill.

JJ: Famous/Non-famous larry: “Every time that you and your soulmate are in the same city, you’ll have a mark in your wrist. If one of you leave, the mark disappears” Person A is an actor who loves love but is tiring of two things: fake pr-relationships that make the general public believes that he’s not interest in having a soulmate and traveling. Person B wants to find his soulmate but he knows it’s not in his city so he’s traveling around. They have been in the same place several times but they haven’t met. How many countries will they visit until they meet?

KK: larry please: It is well known that the first time soulmates touch they leave a vivid mark on their partner's skin. Well one morning Louis wakes up with a bright stripe across his cheekbone and no idea what happened.

LL: hl au: harry is a well-known anthropologist from england but he’s requested to join the discovery of an ancient palace in mexico city. louis is a historian that has lived in said city for several years now, so he’s almost a local. the discovery they both take part of includes a blue greeny jewel that holds a legend about soulmates.

MM: Zouiam ot3 matching soulmate tattoos

NN: A and B are childhood friends and have known they're soulmates since they got their marks in their early teen years but they never develop romantic feelings for each other but they Do want to spend the rest of their life together. Bit of conflict / comfort.

OO: Lirry Shrek au. Harry Fiona has always expected their perfect soulmate to break their curse. Liam Shrek is tired of playing the role of the ogre and being rejected by prejuices. They meet.

PP: Zayn is travelling with his van, he picks up some hitchhikers along the way. They stargaze and bond with each other. They find out they are soulmates when some dangerous situation arises.

QQ: ot5 1d era au. A slowly finds out they are soulmates with each of the others while in the bus or travelling/staying abroad together.

RR: Ziam: In a world where magic exists but soulmates are rare, Liam and Ziam met in the same Magical College and have an instant connection. In history of magic, they learn about soulmates and Character A know that they (Ziam) are soulmates but he’s afraid and tries to avoid Character B all the time.

SS: Larry - Louis needs a break of his job and travels to a place where Harry lives and Harry needs a break of his past relationships. They meet in a pub and after too many drinks, they decide to do a road trip around the country. The author decides how people know who is their soulmates.

TT: Zouis: they discover they’re soulmates in Zayn’s wedding. Louis is the boyfriend of one of the best mates

UU: Larry - A reality show is trying to prove that soulmates still exist and Louis and Harry are participants in it

VV: HL Monday AU with Harry as Mickey and Louis as Chloe (but with a happy and not toxic ending please!)

WW: The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time

XX: You’ve been sketching your soulmate’s face since you were old enough to pick up a pencil, the drawings become more realistic through the years as the day you meet comes near

YY: Red strings of fate au. Person A cuts their string. Person B is devastated to find their string has been cut but moves on with their life and finds love with, you guessed it, Person A who doesn’t believe in soulmates. When Person B finds out that Person A cut their string they’re so angry because they know how devastated they were to find their cut string. And Person A is confused at first because they thought Person B didn’t believe in soulmates either and didn’t realize that it was because they had no way of finding their soulmate. And then it hits Person A that there might be a slight chance that Person B IS their soulmate. So they nervously show up with their string and ask if Person A wants to see if the ends fuse together or not. Up to writer if the ends fuse or not.

ZZ: Person A reads tarot cards and while reading Person B’s cards, Person A can see that the cards are telling them that the two of them are soul mates

AAA: Soulmates can hear what their soulmate is singing. Harry grows up with a soulmate who exclusively sings a weird blend of Oasis, Green Day, and the odd Light Killers song. Louis grows up with a soulmate who mostly sings Fleetwood Mac and Peter Gabriel. They both hate their soulmates taste in music.

BBB: Every person is born with a golden string on their finger attached to their soulmate. Everyone but them can see it but it is considered highly rude to tell people without prompting (like taking away a coming of age experience). Or Harry and Louis fight a lot and everyone looks at them knowingly until one of them cracks and asks someone about it.

CCC: Character A runs a clothing boutique of some kind and one day uses a steamer too close to the smoke detector and sets off the fire alarm. Character B is one of the firemen to respond. Character A is very embarrassed that they did this in front of a super hot fireman, but the firemen are super nice about it. It just so happens they have to come back the following week for an annual inspection of the building and Character A jokes around/flirts with B. Soulmate aspect up to writer. (One idea could be matching soul marks?)

DDD: When soulmates touch for the first time, an electric shock goes through each person. They can’t touch each other without a shock...until they fall in love with each other. Too bad Character A & B hate each other and are not thrilled that when they touch by accident they finally feel the electricity they’ve always been waiting for.

EEE: The color of your eyes act like a mood ring and changes according to your soulmates' mood. The first time you make eye contact with your soulmate, they turn the same color.

FFF: Reluctant soulmates where one or both of them keep their soulmarks covered at all times because they want to fall in love without the person soulmates

GGG: AU where your soulmate smells like HOME only they’re both too dirty and disgusting to smell like anything other than yuck

HHH: Older Larry AU where they’re both in their 40s or older and still haven’t met The One. Embracing this, they each go on a trip alone, but wind up meeting

iii: Fleetwood Mac/ Rumours AU - Larry as Stevie and Lindsey, Ziam as Christine and John. A breakup and a divorce while recording and touring an iconic album. Endgame Larry. Lovers to exes to soulmates.

#soulmate prompts #mod post #33

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who-needs-reality-anyways · 3 years

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400 followers?? How is that even possible?

I want to thank EACH and EVERY ONE of you that follows my trash blog! It’s been such a fun four years, and I don’t know what I would have done without you all. You have pushed me into becoming the writer I have always wanted to be, and I have met so many amazing people through writing my fics.

Now, ideally my celebration would be full of writing from prompts I get from you guys, but I am in the middle of two very large and semi-complicated stories right now, and if I am going to spend a ton of time writing, I need to put my energy towards those. Instead, I am choosing to answer questions so everyone can get to know me better since I know I can be kind of introverted.

But! Don’t be discouraged because this celebration does end with ONE fic written by yours truly. Here is how my 400 follower celebration will go:

1.) You must reblog this post. I want this spread as far around as it can get because I am quite excited to the game I am playing.

2.) I will have a list of questions in a linked post for you to choose from. Send me an ask with the number of the question, or the question itself if you so choose, and I will answer it as honestly as I can. Please, only one question per ask.

3.) This is where it gets interesting :) Along with your question, if you desire, send a number between 1-100 (I will have a way of showing which numbers are left or let you know if your number has been taken because these cannot be repeated.)

Note: This requires your asks to be OFF ANONYMOUS. You can certainly ask anonymously if you want, but I can’t take your guess for the number because I will not know who to tag once I announce who has won.

4.) You may be asking what the number is for, right? Well here it is. By the end of my celebration (Hopefully once all the questions are answered, but that is a high standard) is over, I am going to find the person who had the number closest to my chosen number. Whoever wins gets to give me a prompt for me to create a fic for!

I still wanted to write for my celebration because it’s really the only creative option I can offer, so I thought this would be a fun alternative to simply getting prompts. So, to end this very long celebration post, I thank you all for following me!

Link for questions and remaining numbers.

#anna's400celebration #i hope you all have fun #please spread the word #i don't want this to fail like previous celebrations #thanks to all who participate!

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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 3 years

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Together (1/2)

Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 5985 (total)

Content warnings - HEAVY angst, tw: suicidal thoughts, happy ending w/ lots of cuddles

Prompt/Inspiration - self-indulgent comfort piece

Summary - Your year in the Devildom has come to an end, and now you are struggling to adjust back to life in the human realm. Meanwhile, Mammon is also struggling to adjust to your absence.

AO3 | PART TWO

***READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS***

It had been 3 months since you had returned to the human realm and left the Devildom. And things had been...rough.

In the course of one year, everything had changed for you. You had found love. Found a family. A place to call home.

And even though you would have given anything not to, you still had to go back where you had come from. You had pleaded with Diavolo to allow you to stay, but he insisted that you needed to return, at least for the time being. The whole point of the exchange program after all was to encourage harmony between realms, and that can’t exactly be accomplished if you never return.

To say you missed everyone would have been an understatement. It was harder than you could have imagined to leave behind the one place you finally felt like you belonged. And there was one demon in particular that you were having the hardest time adjusting to being away from - Mammon.

He had been your constant companion during your stay. And even though you both butted heads at first, you grew to love one another and quickly became inseparable. Everything you did, you did together - and that included any number of schemes Mammon tried to carry out. Chaos followed you wherever you went, but so did laughter and joy. It didn’t matter if you both got caught, that time together was priceless to you.

But now you were home, and you had never felt more alone. Depression wasn’t new to you however, so you were prepared for how to care for yourself and make do. You just hoped that you didn’t have to limp along for very long.

Texting Mammon was probably the only thing that kept you afloat most days. And today was no exception. You knew he had been having a rough time too, but he was still your rock and never failed to make you smile.

While you were laying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media, looking for memes to send to your favorite demon, your DDD chimed. Checking the notification you realized it was none other than Mammon.

>>Mammon - I love you >>You - I love you too 😘 >>You - what have you been doing today? >>Mammon - I dunno. Just hanging out in my room I guess. >>Mammon - I miss you >>You - I miss you too ❤️❤️❤️ >>You - why don’t you see what Asmo is doing? Maybe you could go to The Fall? >>Mammon - nah. Don’t really feel like it. >>Mammon - what about you? >>You - same old, same old lol >>You - just looking for memes 🙃 >>Mammon - Any good ones? >>You - not yet lol >>Mammon - I really miss you :( >>You - I know. Me too. >>Mammon - everything is so boring with you gone. >>Mammon - nothing is as fun without you. >>You - I know what you mean. I wish you could be here. >>Mammon - that would be nice. I’d never leave. >>You - good. I wouldn’t want you to. 😘 >>You - so...about last night… >>Mammon - yeah? >>You - you were actually upset that I didn’t call, weren’t you? >>Mammon - ….

>>You - Levi told me. He said he heard you sniffling when he got up to get some snacks. >>Mammon - oh >>You - why didn’t you say anything? >>Mammon - I didn’t wanna manipulate you. >>You - manipulate me? Lol Mammon it’s just a phone call >>Mammon - yeah but you said you were tired >>You - I would have called if I knew you were that upset. >>Mammon - I just didn’t want ya to feel pressured. >>You - it’s fine. It’s a phone call. Not like you’re asking for nudes. 😜 >>You - will you promise to tell me in the future? If you really need to talk? Let me decide if it’s too much for me to handle, ok? >>Mammon - ok

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something felt...off...about this conversation. As wonderful as Mammon was to you, he was still the Avatar of Greed - so holding himself back wasn’t something he usually did. Especially not for something as trivial as a phone call. Why was he suddenly acting like a phone call would be such a burden to you?

>>You - I can’t physically cuddle with you, so at least let me be there for you over the phone. ❤️ >>Mammon - I love you >>You - I love you too babe 😘 >>You - you believe me don’t you? >>Mammon - lol yeah >>You - good. >>You - you better not forget it. >>Mammon - it’s just hard sometimes >>You - what is? >>Mammon - being away from you. >>Mammon - didn’t realize it was gonna be this hard >>You - yeah >>You - you ok? >>Mammon - I dunno. Just tired. >>You - 😘 >>You - you’re supposed to be coming for a visit soon, right? >>Mammon - yeah Lucifer said we’d take a trip, dunno when tho >>You - well I can’t wait to see you again. >>Mammon - me too. >>Mammon - I’m just so sick of all this. >>Mammon - I miss ya too much. >>Mammon - everything else is just...idk >>Mammon - I just want to hide in my room honestly and not have to deal with everyone else

The longer you talked with Mammon, the more sure you became that something was wrong. You wanted to ask him, but you weren’t even sure what to ask. It was like...everything he said echoed perfectly how you had been feeling. Withdrawn, lonely, isolated.

You were a very empathetic person by nature, but this just felt too real, too close to home. You weren’t even needing to imagine yourself in his position, because it was the very same position you were in.

As that thought occurred to you, a chill went down your spine.

It couldn’t be? Could it? He’s never said anything like that before. But…

You picked up your DDD again and scrolled back through your messages. You considered texting him and just asking him directly, but you didn’t want to put ideas into his head that weren’t already there. On the other hand, you’d never forgive yourself if something truly was wrong and you ignored this sinking feeling in your gut. So you decided the only thing for you to do was to say something.

>>You - sorry if this sounds weird or dramatic >>You - it’s just hard to tell since I can’t see you right now >>You - and I’d rather be safe than sorry >>You - can you promise me something? >>Mammon - what?

Your hands were shaking now, and you could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Please, please let me be wrong , you thought.

>>You - if you feel suicidal, will you please get help? >>You - go to someone. Anyone. Levi would probably be good. He’s always there you know? >>You - I just have this feeling >>You - and I can’t shake it >>You - so will you promise me?

You saw the little indicator pop up letting you know Mammon was typing. But then it would stop. Only to return a few moments later. Your anxiety had become overwhelming by this point and you crawled out of bed and started pacing around the room, checking your DDD every 5 seconds to see if he had sent a message through yet.

The longer it took for him to reply, the tighter you felt your chest get, and the more your heart rate accelerated. You were in full “fight or flight” mode now, and the “fight” was making your thoughts race as you tried to figure out what to do next. Should you call Lucifer? One of his brothers? You just needed someone to check on him.

>>Mammon - I ummm >>Mammon - I don’t know if I can promise that >>Mammon - just the thought of it makes me feel sick >>Mammon - and like Lucifer would take me seriously >>Mammon - ha

By now, the only sound you could hear was the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ears. You were hardly aware of your own surroundings anymore, and there was only one thought on your mind.

I have to get to Mammon.

How could you do that though? Getting permission from Diavolo or Lucifer would take awhile. And how would you even explain that anyways without violating Mammon’s trust? Maybe Solomon could help? You had no idea how long it would take him to get back to you, but it was worth a shot. You knew he’d be the least likely to ask questions too. All you needed now was to buy yourself some time.

RING RING RING

“Mammon?”

“Hey.”

“Hey babe. How are you feeling?”

“I dunno. Just tired.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s been hard for me to get out of bed some days.”

“You too huh?”

You knew he had been feeling bad, but you were not prepared for just how...lifeless...his voice sounded right now over the phone. Suddenly you heard a DING and realized Solomon had gotten back to you, so you switched your call to speakerphone so you could continue talking to Mammon.

“I love you.”

“I love ya too.”

“I wish I could see you right now. I could use a hug.”

“Me too.”

>>Solomon - I haven’t heard from you in awhile. >>Solomon - Is everything ok? >>You - yeah, I was just wondering if it was possible to go visit Mammon. >>Solomon - you mean with a spell? >>You - yeah. I just miss him you know? And I’d like to surprise him.

“You know I’d miss you a lot if you were ever gone, right?”

“....yeah.”

“It’s true. I can’t wait to see you again.”

>>Solomon - Well, theoretically yes it is possible. >>You - but? >>Solomon - but doing so would take an immense amount of power. Something you don’t have. >>You - oh. Right. Duh. >>Solomon - what about summoning him? >>Solomon - that’s much easier to do.

“Me too. I just want to hold ya and kiss ya. I miss that.”

“I know. I want to snuggle with you too.”

“Yeah…”

“Maybe we could go somewhere you know? Just the two of us.”

>>You - how do I do that? >>Solomon - Do you remember the spell I taught you to summon Asmodeus? >>You - yeah >>Solomon - it’s the same one. Just summon Mammon instead. >>You - and that will work between realms? >>Solomon - it should. >>Solomon - since you have such a strong connection to him it will make it easier.

“I dunno know if Lucifer would allow that.”

“I bet he would if I asked.”

“Ha, maybe. He does seem soft on ya.”

“Of course he is. I’m just so sweet and innocent you know. Hard not to be charmed by me.”

“Riiiight. Not sure I’d call ya innocent. Sweet maybe.”

“Hey babe, I need to go for a bit so I can go to the bathroom. But I’ll call you right back ok?”

“Ok.”

“I love you!”

“I love you too.”

If Solomon was correct, even with your limited magical abilities, you shouldn’t have any trouble at all calling Mammon to you. You hadn’t tried to use your pacts before, but you were willing to try anything right now. So you began chanting the spell:

“HEAR ME DENIZENS OF DARKNESS! You who are born of shadow, and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command!”

You felt as the magical energy began to gather around you, making your hair stand on end. It was working.

“I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your number!

I summon the Avatar of Greed, MAMMON!”

The walls of your room began to shake, the windows rattled, when a bright flash of light filled the room. You brought your arm up to cover your eyes and hoped against hope that when you opened them again your demon would be there in front of you.

And he was.

Sitting on the ground, holding himself upright with his arms, was a very disoriented looking Mammon. His hair was a disheveled mess, his clothes looked like they hadn’t been changed in a couple days, and you could still see fresh tears falling down his cheeks.

“MAMMON!”

You rushed forward, without wasting another moment, and tackled him into the tightest hug you could manage. You buried your face into his neck, while you straddled his lap, crying in relief.

Mammon had no idea what to do. One moment he had been in his room, wishing he could see you, and the next he was in a strange place with someone who looked an awful lot like you hugging him and calling his name. But it couldn’t really be you, could it? Hesitantly, he sat up so he could bring his arms around you, fearful that when he touched you you would be gone.

But you weren’t. Your body felt warm against his. He could hear your heartbeat. He could feel your tears, soaking through his shirt. As he tightened his arms around you, he realized he could even smell your favorite shampoo, and that was all it took to undo the last bit of self control he had. He pulled you as close as he could get you, one hand around your waist, the other around your torso, gripping your shoulder.

And he cried. All the tears that he had been trying to fight off. All the ones he avoided having shed up until now. He cried them all. His throat burned and ached, and he was pretty sure he was getting snot all over you by now, but neither one of you cared. You simply clung to one another, determined to never let the other go.

After what seemed like hours, your tears had finally run dry, and your heart rate was slowly returning to normal. You could still feel the adrenaline in your veins, and figured that probably wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

You pulled back a little to try to get a look at Mammon, and when he kept trying to avoid your gaze, you took his face gently in your hands and turned him to look at you. Those beautiful sapphire eyes. They were still damp with tears, and you tenderly wiped them away as they fell while you looked at him.

“I love you, Mammon,” was all you said before pressing a kiss to his lips. Soft, and comforting, and gentle. You wanted him to know how much he meant to you. You felt him try to pull you even closer by the waist, and smiled as you broke away to look at him again.

“I missed you, you know.”

“But...how…?” Mammon was starting to become aware of the fact that this was reality, and he was most definitely no longer in the Devildom.

“Solomon. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell him anything. Just that I wanted to see you,” you pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, causing him to smile.

“So all that about going to the bathroom…?”

“Oh ha. That was just me summoning you.”

Mammon pulled you closer, and you wrapped your arms around his neck once more. He really was here. You had him again.

“Hey, why don’t we go take a bath?” you asked.

“A bath?”

“Yeah. I love you babe, but your hair kinda looks gross right now.”

“Oh,” he chuckled softly into your shoulder. He really couldn’t argue with that. It had been a few days since he had showered. Since he got out of bed even, besides quick trips to the bathroom.

“Come on,” you said, kissing him on the cheek before standing and helping him up, “Let’s get cleaned up and relax.”

Taking your hand, Mammon followed behind you as you led the way to the bathroom. This sort of thing would normally make him a flustered, blushing mess. But right now all he could think about was how amazing you were, and how good it would feel to hold you again. It had been so, so long since he had felt your skin against his. And he was desperate for your touch.

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Reclining in the tub, Mammon leaned back against your chest, his eyes closed as he focused on the sensation of your hands just stroking his arms and shoulders. Occasionally he’d feel your lips on his neck, as you peppered him with kisses. It was the most relaxed he had been in months, and he was on the verge of falling asleep at any moment.

Everything was just so peaceful. It was like all that anxiety, and loneliness, and fear from before had never happened. Like it was some sort of bad dream that he had finally managed to awaken from. He was now safe in your arms, right where he belonged.

You watched as a soft smile spread across Mammon’s face, the sight of which made your heart warm. You were so incredibly thankful that you had made it in time. If things had taken longer...if Solomon hadn’t replied to his messages...you didn’t want to even think about that. It was too close for comfort for you.

But now that he was here, you were determined to wash away all his worries. You knew it would take time of course, you knew that better than anyone, but at least you were together now and the stress of your separation wouldn’t be adding to his pain. Now you could just reach out and touch him when you needed some reassurance. And he could hold you close when he felt alone.

You knew by the time morning rolled around, Lucifer would have noticed Mammon’s absence. You wondered how long it would actually take him to figure out he was with you. Once he did find out, you were sure you would be in for a long lecture, but you didn’t care. He could yell and threaten you all he wanted. It wouldn’t make a difference to you. You had Mammon with you again. And this time, you weren’t letting him go.

MAMMON’S POV IN PART TWO

#gn!mc #happy endings #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: suicide #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me fanfic #obey me angst #obey me comfort #mammon fanfic #mammon angst #mammon comfort

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phantom-curve · 3 years

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For your prompts: 5. trepverter for Willex, please?

this one kind of got away from me, but hopefully it still mostly captures the essence of the prompt! and if not, it's at least a cute little fluffy Willex moment that I thoroughly enjoyed writing. set in an AU where the boys are alive, here is some flustered Alex ft. supportive Reggie and Luke.

trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after it's too late to use (Rated T for swearing with a Trigger Warning for mentions of homophobic parents)

They say hindsight is 20/20 but Alex never really paid much attention to that until the day he found himself knocked flat on his back, elbows scratched and head pounding as if he had been hit by a freight train instead of an irresponsible skateboarder. It probably didn’t help that he had been in the middle of trying to calm himself down, all the signs of an impending anxiety attack mounting within his system until he had finally just put his feet to the pavement and started walking to get some of the overwhelming energy worked out of his system. He probably could have been more attentive, more aware of exactly where he was going and who was headed his direction, but he figured it would be fine on a random Wednesday morning in October when the tourists weren’t really around and most kids his age were in school.

Alex wasn’t in school because his parents had withdrawn tuition payments after he had finally worked up the courage to tell them he wouldn’t be bringing a nice girl home because he didn’t want to date any girls, in fact he would much prefer to date some boys, but the pressure of keeping his identity a secret hadn’t made that possible either so he was done hiding and he hoped they could accept that. Turns out they couldn’t accept that, or him, once he made it obvious he wasn’t going to go back in the closet or give any girl the chance to “change his mind”. As if that was even possible.

It hadn’t been a big blowout, more of a silent retreat, his parents completely withdrawing any and all support from his life over the course of the last few months. And apparently that included tuition, as Alex had discovered that morning when the school called to inform him they had finished completing his withdrawal forms, and they would be sad to see him go. Which had led him to the boardwalk, and then directly into the path of whatever hooligan that had crashed into him. Maybe if he had just been able to keep his mouth shut for 3 more years he wouldn’t be lying here, breathless and bruised, and still on the cusp of absolutely losing it.

Hindsight, Alex thought to himself as he stared up at the clear blue LA sky, can absolutely kiss my ass.

“Awh, man!” A voice above him whined. “You dinged my board!”

Alex toppled off of the anxiety ledge and straight into an ocean of lost control.

“Dinged your board? Dinged your board!? Dude, you ran me over!”

He punctuated his statement by leaping to his feet, which would have probably been a lot more threatening if he didn’t immediately stagger, hand held to his head as the world spun and his stomach rolled.

“Oh shit.”

The voice cursed quietly, and then Alex felt warm hands against his biceps, steadying him until everything slowly came back into focus. There was a boy standing in front of him, black cracked helmet perched on his head, soft brown eyes staring at him with a tinge of concern and remorse. When it was clear Alex was steady once more, he released his grip and offered an easy-going smile.

“You’re right, man, I totally pancaked you. My bad, are you okay?”

There was a weird feeling in Alex’s gut. Not the kind of sickening wave of nausea he had experienced when he first stood, but more of a fluttery feeling. His brain had quieted somewhat, and he forced himself to take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just look where you’re going next time.”

His voice came out soft and almost breathy, not at all the warning tone he had meant to use, and Alex could feel his cheeks warming slightly in embarrassment. The other boy’s smile grew. He reached up and unclipped his helmet, lifting it off and then tossing his head back as a cascade of long brown hair tumbled out. A few stray pieces fell to rest alongside his face and Alex felt his mouth fall open slightly. His stomach swooped and then dropped completely, like he had just plummeted from a rollercoaster and his mind went blissfully blank. Everything narrowed down to the absolutely beautiful boy standing in front of him, face awash in golden morning light, cheeks flushed from his exertions, dimples and white teeth on full display as he grinned yet again. Alex wasn’t sure he had ever met someone so blindingly attractive in his entire life, and then the boy winked, winked!, and lifted a hand out towards him.

“I’m Willie.”

It was the best name Alex had ever heard of. When their palms met, a spark shot up his arm and straight to his heart.

“Alex.”

Thank God he remembered how to talk, because he truly hadn’t known what to expect when he opened his mouth. Willie released his grip and Alex left his hand suspended for just a second before he pulled it back and shoved it into the pocket of his jean jacket.

“Nice to meet you, Alex. Listen, I really am sorry about knocking you over. Any chance I can make it up to you?”

It took Alex an uncomfortably long amount of time to process what Willie was asking. Long enough for him to panic and wonder if it was like a date or if it was like a pity thing or oh God what if Willie wasn’t even into guys and Alex was about to make this whole thing super weird and –

A chirping sound came from Willie’s pocket. His eyes flitted away from Alex’s to pull a phone out and check the screen. Alex felt a strange twist in his heart as he watched Willie’s easy smile fall only to be replaced by an annoyed grimace and eyeroll as he silenced the phone. Without skipping a beat, he thrust it back into his pocket and pulled out a sharpie instead. Alex barely had time to register how much he liked the way Willie’s hand felt on his forearm before the other boy was suddenly bent over it and there was a cool sensation sending goosebumps up his arm as the tip of the marker scratched across his skin. When Willie pulled back, that brilliant smile was back in place and his eyebrows were dancing so merrily Alex wanted nothing more than to watch them forever.

“I gotta go, but that’s my number. Text me sometime.”

And then, before Alex could work up the nerve to say anything, Willie was tossing his skateboard to the ground only to chase after it with a few bouncy steps before jumping onto the deck and quickly making his way down the boardwalk, away from Alex. He watched for longer than it was probably acceptable until Willie was nothing more than a speck in the distance. Only then did he look down to see the numbers sketched onto his forearm in orange ink.

(213) 555-3276 Willie<3

It was the heart that did him in. That heart had to mean something, right? It was intentional. Willie had written his name with a heart. Alex wasn’t making that up, it was inked onto his own arm! He studied it as he sat on the beach, mind silently replaying every single second of his short interaction with Willie over and over again while different groups of people came and went around him. There had to be a reason for the heart. Alex fiddled with the braided rainbow bracelet on his wrist, the motion familiar and soothing. Had Willie noticed it when he grabbed Alex’s arm to write his number on? Was the heart some kind of sign?

Alex let out a groan and fell back against the sand, the texture scratchy against the back of his head where a slight throbbing still persisted. Another silent reminder of his morning encounter. He wished he had thought to say something when Willie had asked him about making it up to him. Wished he hadn’t panicked or let his stupid brain go into overdrive worrying about what might happen for so long that nothing ended up happening. If he could go back, he would have told Willie, yeah, he could make it up to him. Maybe take him out to coffee or dinner and a movie or ya know, just any kind of date in general? But Alex wasn’t that smooth, and he wasn’t quite that confident yet. And now all he had was a number in orange ink and a name with a heart and absolutely no answers to the millions of questions crowding his brain.

He let out a deep sigh and sat up again, before finally climbing to his feet. It wouldn’t do to sit and worry, even if that was kind of his specialty. Luke had a girlfriend now. And Julie was incredible, and Luke was a disaster, so obviously the guy had to have some kind of game. Alex couldn’t quite believe it, but maybe he could give him an idea of what to do in this situation. Alex turned his feet towards the apartment the boys had been sharing since Luke turned 18 and left his parents’ house for good and started the long walk back to their shared home.

Luckily, both Luke and Reggie were home, which meant Alex had two sounding boards for his word vomit as he paced in front of where they were sat on the couch. Reggie was kind of like a puppy in the sense that all he had to do was exist and people flocked to him, so he also had more experience than Alex did when it came to figuring out someone’s true intentions after a first meeting. By the time he had finished giving the boys the run down, he was feeling like they might be able to put their collective braincell to use and figure out exactly what the best course of action would be here.

“Yeah, man, I got nothing.”

Alex groaned and Luke held up his hands defensively.

“Look, dude, just cause I’m dating Julie doesn’t mean I know how I pulled it off! I’m just hoping my luck holds out until I can convince her to marry me, okay?”

Reggie was nodding thoughtfully, so Alex held out hope that maybe he would have some words of wisdom.

“I mean, he sounds like he wanted to at least like...talk to you some more, right? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have given you his number. And the heart is promising!”

Alex let it soak in for a second. An idea struck him out of nowhere.

“What if I just text him and tell him he can make it up to me by going on a date?”

“Bold moves, dude. I like it”

Of course, Luke liked it. It was a very Luke-inspired move. But Alex didn’t quite have the same guts as Luke. He didn’t think he could really pull it off.

“Ugh, no. My anxiety would skyrocket the second I sent the text. I just wanna know what the heart means!”

“Why don’t you ask him that then?”

Alex didn’t like how Reggie was the voice of reason here. That was supposed to be his job.

“Because if I ask him that he’ll know I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“You have been thinking about it all day.”

Alex finally reached his physical limit and stopped his pacing to fling his body onto the couch between Luke and Reggie, both boys catching different limbs and silently shifting to accompany his sudden presence.

“I don’t want him to know I’ve been thinking about it all day! That’s pathetic. Ugh, why didn’t I just say something in the moment!”

Reggie’s fingers were gentle against Alex’s scalp as he carded a hand through his hair reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Lex. You’ll think of something to say when the time is right. Release your worries to the wind and all that other junk, ya know? Just breathe.”

So, Alex breathed and tried to surrender his obsession into the ether. Reggie had been on a bit of a self-help kick lately, but honestly, it did help Alex more often than not, so he resolved to try and follow his best friend’s advice, even as his anxiety raged against the idea.

Turns out, the right time was exactly 11:43 pm when Alex suddenly awoke from a dead sleep where his dreams had been invaded by none other than Willie himself. He looked down at the number, the hastily scribbled name, and the accompanying heart bright against his pale skin even in the darkness of night and typed the message into his phone before he could think twice about it.

To: Willie<3 Considering you pancaked me, I think it’s only fair you make it up to me with a pancake breakfast. 9 am at Sandy’s Diner?

The responding message was almost instantaneous.

You’ve got yourself a date. Catch ya in the morning, pancake ;)

And for the second time that day, Willie wiped Alex’s mind completely blank, the word date playing on repeat until he fell asleep with his lips still curved into a smile, visions of a certain long-haired pretty boy dancing through his head.

#in other news this is my 1000th blog post!#feels appropriate to honor that with Alex losing his mind over Willie for 2k words straight #mads writes #willex #jatp #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #willie jatp #willex fic

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gone-daddy-gone · 4 years

Note

18 with Shinsou please I beg of you

Rating: 17+

Warnings: murder, yandere themes, gore, throw up

Word Count: 5,288

Tags: @the-grimm-writer <3

Prompt: “Cry for me baby.”

The day had an odd air to it that soaked your senses from the second you opened your eyes. It felt colder than usual, even with his arms caging you in. It compelled you to push him off you, make breakfast and clean yourself off from whatever happened last night. You tried to forget the grisly details, glimpse of sweat and purple hair invading you peripherals. So you fought his grip, whispering about how much you loved him and will be back with his food. You're praise had earned you you’re temporary freedom. His large arm relieving you of its weight before settling behind you. A sigh of relief pushed itself out of your raged body before you pushed off the large bed with the palms of your hands. He grumbled at you, looking at you with those empty violet eyes; and for a quick second every punishment you ever received came rushing back to your hippocampus. Luckily, he let them flutter closed again. And another sigh was pushed out.

“You know what today is right?” He asked, waiting till you were almost free of that godforsaken room.

“Y-yes...our...our anniversary?” You tried to make it sound less like an answer and less like a question. You didn’t want your loyalty to be questioned after all.

“Mmm hmm. Why don’t you make me my favorite?” You nodded, shooting him the best half smile you could muster. You hated being docile for him, so much, but you hated when he was angry even more.

The living room had changed some from when you first arrived into your captivity. Originally he had glass and other breakable things to be thrown during a tantrum. Now there was a single couch, adjacent was his rather large TV courtesy of his pro hero money. In the corner was his wall of toys as he liked to call them. A large range from things to shove into you to things to beat you with. Below his sadistic wall was his cage he would put you in when you were in aforementioned tantrums. He preferred to gag and bind you, placing you in that chair till you exhausted yourself out with all the kicking and screaming you would do, the tears would do little to energize you either. He just liked those. That was all he had in his living room, like his whole life revolved around you, which it did. If you stared at it too long, you might just break out into hysterics again, and as much as sobbing uncontrollably on the floor sounded pleasant; you opted to just finish your original task.

Now the kitchen was a much livelier place than that so called “living room”. The kitchen was the only place he let you have free reign, he wouldn’t even grope you, or shove your head into the counter to force himself on you when you were in there. It was like those safe zones you used to have during four corners, back when you were a kid and your only worry was going home and being able to catch the reruns of pokemon. Oh, how the times have changed, now you were making food for the number five hero, praying he’d like it and won’t slap you around for not saying you loved him right.

The daylight was spilling in from the kitchen windows and illuminating the pale floor in a beautiful yellow and orange. Oh, the daylight. You missed that simple privilege of being able to be outside in the morning. Feeling the UV rays cook your skin in the most pleasant way. Walking towards the window, the only glimpse of outside you ever got. You reminisced on when you were first in captivity and tried for hours to break it, a horrible mistake on your part; as he had already thought about it and made sure to put some sort of plexiglass on it thus making it unbreakable. If you soaked in the sun and wallowed in your misery for too long you might just break down. Not that he would be upset, he liked watching you cry, to crumble like an old withered statue. Today might be one of those days, you were almost too suspiciously reminiscent.

Making breakfast was a good break from your surroundings that we’re going to send you into a full fledged panic attack. The eggs reminded you only of eggs, the bacon reminding you about that one video you watched in health class, the one about what they really do to those animals. For that small moment in time, you could pretend that you were a willing participant in your domestication.

Once you had plaited up a mountain of food for the lean hero, you allowed yourself some of the same meal; much smaller in comparison. Holding up both on your forearms, a ghost of your old life taking over your senses.

Suddenly you were back at the Sushi Bar and Ramen restaurant you worked at. Your hair up in a messy bun, four plates of food and two cups of water in each hand. The heat making fat globs of sweat run down your back, beading at your forehead. It all seemed so real, the low rise lanterns casting that oh so familiar orange hue over mahogany tables.

“(Y/N)?” In absolute horror, you turned your head to see your old manager. A middle aged man with ashy hair, golden eyes and a smell of designer cologne faintly in the air.

“What-what?” You began to shake. You weren’t so sure what was happening, but you were more than happy to hear a voice that wasn’t Shinsuo.

“Dear, why are you so shaken? Did that guy come by again?”

“What- I….What guy?”

He made a face of confusion, shaking his head from side to side to signal his displeasure. “The one with purple hair...he’s a hero?” You felt yourself begin to hyperventilate, a sense of dread coming over you.

“I don’t...I was just…he...he”

“Baby? Commer why are you crying.” He began to walk towards you.

“NO! Don’t come near me…” You began to sob, setting the food down and backing up.

“Darlin...what did he do?” You just shook your head, frantic as ever. The mirage was too good to be true, too kind.

“Listen, commer, ok? Let’s talk it out.” He moved towards with you, hands up to show he meant no harm.

“Please...please…” Your withered and beaten body caved under the pressure of your mental psyche, before you crumbled to the ground.

“What’s wrong? What did he do?” His shadow casted over you, words refused to come out of you as you hiccuped a sob. You flinched in horror, and he looked miserable to see you in pain. It was such a beautiful contrast to glee at seeing you in pain. You gave into the illusion and let your body slump itself into him. He cradled you like he used to during a particularly hard dinner rush. Rub soft circles into your back before rubbing the opposite direction into the same spot. You clawed at his arms, reveling in the feeling of his flesh in your nails.

“What is happening? Common, you can talk to me.”

“He...he...I was…”

“You were what?” His voice sounded like home, a place you missed so desperately. You took his hand and rubbed your face into the back of it, smelling the sweet smell of miso paste. Talking was going to ruin this moment, you just wanted to be held by him while you still could.

“He killed me didn’t he.” Your heart and your breathing stopped all at once. If this was a fantasy your brain was cruelly displaying for you, why was your heart racing?

“What...did you just say?” You wanted to make sure you heard him right. Yet you still lacked the courage to look him in the face as he said it. Maybe it was the guilt. Wait what guilt?

“I said that he murdered me. And it’s all your fault.” Your heart was thundering, and your ears were ringing as you brought your head up slowly to look at him. Your breath was shaky when you looked to see Shinsuo staring back at you this time.

“I killed him Kitten...all for you...now come here be good…”

“NO! I won’t!” With all your strength and what little sanity you had left you pushed away from him. Kicking your feet desperately until you were almost to the couch.

“No what?” The intrusion surprised you enough for you to avert your eyes to the offender. The only other person in the house, Shinsuo.

“But...but you were…” You looked feverishly from him to the spot your episode had taken place at, only for there to be an empty spot where there was once a body.

“Are you feelin alright kitten”

Not wanting to have him stay home and “nurse you back to health” you sputtered out a yes I am fine before you clambered up to your feet, still a bit shakin. He must have taken notice.

“Your face is all red and puffy...and you’re shaking like a leaf. Were you crying?” You felt a twinge of disgust as you could practically hear the grin in the way he spoke about it.

“No! I...I just cut myself on a knife and its cold in here…” Those were very obvious lies, not well thought out lies on your part. Which is something he hated when you do. Lie to him. He owned you heart, mind, body and soul. He had made that abundantly clear taking over your mind by force plenty of times. You could feel what was coming next, the complete shut down of your brain by force. Making you prisoner in your own body, mindless to your own actions. The sunken place like Get Out. You could hear him about to form words to take you over, his mouth was already forming them when, by the grace of god you heard his familiar ringtone. Saved by the bell.

“Do not move.”

You didn’t respond, not even in your head, only doing what you were asked. While he was steadily raising his voice in the other room, your mind was going wild. Did he kill him? Why would he do that? You had worked there so long ago after all, he wouldn’t be a threat. But...just how long ago had it been? You gave up counting the days. Shinso never let you near his phone, as if he didn’t have a million and one passcodes on that thing if you ever did get your hands on it. On top of all of that, you had no cable either. No new outlet to let you know what was going on in the outside world. No recent TV shows to watch, no movies to update you on pop culture. All that put together made it quite literally impossible for you to know about his possible untimely death. The episode was obviously meant to feel real, anyone who had the trauma you did would want to create that escape, if only for a minute. But what kind of deranged masochistic person invisions someone saying something like...that. Maybe you were over analyzing it...what reason would he even have for killing him. Like a reason mattered to him, he was one of those “the end justifies the means” type of hero’s, a red flag the public liked to think of as a light blue.

Almost if on cue, Shinso emerged from the dungeon that was your shared bedroom. You gulped and couldn’t fight the instinctual flinch at his seething that seemed to sour the already grim room. He looked at you before he clenched his jaw and shook his head.

“You are lucky, I have to work.” Your fingers dug their way into your palms, scrapping over the scabs, the intensity increasing as he went on, getting ready for his day.

“You do not lie to me, you know that.” The aforementioned scab had finally broken its very fragile seal, and you felt the blood flow out in time with the tears in your eyes. Crescendoing with that sickeningly familiar sense of dread rising in the very core of your chest.

“Get over here, now.” You released your palms from your self inflicted torutre. Almost running over to him, willing to do anything in that moment to appease him.

He just gave you a long look, those violet eyes holding nothing in them against his snow white skin. He breathed out his nose slowly, to anyone that would have seemed like he was trying to take as much oxygen into his system as he could. Not to you, the trained eye. That was his signal that he wanted you to know he was trying his hardest not to beat you.

“You better do dinner right, and after we are done, you’re going to tell me what was going on.” After he was done ordering you around, with a dash of a threat. He forced you into a kiss, capturing your elbows in between both of his pointer fingers and thumbs. You kissed back, hoping your desperation would be mistaken for genuine love.

He slammed the door and you stood there. Stood there breathing in the silence. What was I supposed to say? I don’t even know what I had experienced you thought to yourself. You moved in slow motion to the couch, setting yourself onto the couch. One day, all you wanted was one day where you didn’t get “punished”, for anything. You let your body fall back onto the couch, a heaviness that wasn’t quiet sleep taking over you. Your nose was so stuffed up with snot you could barely make out the smell of eggs still...that smell of eggs.

“Hey! (Y/N), crack this egg and put in the bowl why don’t cha?” You opened your eyes and you were...back in that restaurant…in the kitchen to be exact.

“W-what?”

The young cook, who for the life of you you can’t seem to remember the name of; rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Common toots, I know you aren’t just a pretty face, crack these for the customer while I go flip this meat before it burns.”

You took the egg out of the rude cook's hands, giving him the stink eye. If I was going to hallucinate, why can’t it be people who aren’t snarky. With reluctance, you tapped the fragile shell on the counter before you pulled them apart and watched the egg splash into the broth. You smiled at that familiar sight, enjoying the ripple and all.

“Ya see, that was juuuust perfect.” You watched as he looked up from his meat that he was now cutting into pieces.

“We need it to be perfect...with that customer out there. Thank god he’s in your section.”

This conversation seemed so familiar, like it barely felt like you needed to think about what you were to say next.

“Who?”

He slams the knife down making you jump, the fight or flight mode you’re always in is still active even in your dreams.

“Who? WHO!?” He looks around like someone was going to hear your conversation, or care for that matter. “What do you mean who? You live under a rock or somethin’?”

“No I-”

“EH, I don’t care when you see the customer, you’re going to act like you know him alright?” With no other real choice than to agree you shake your head yes, face contouring into an uncomfortable one.

“Take these and get out of here...can’t you see it’s crowded in here?” You slowly pick up the bowl he had so delicately placed the meat in, and you so carelessly plopped the egg in. Looking around, he was wrong. It was the exact opposite, there was no one but you two in the kitchen. A rarity in any restaurant.

“No...actually I can’t…”

You stared at you, expressionless before he busted out laughing, he kept laughing as he threw his head back and cradled his stomach. He kept going for an inhuman amount of time before he took his knife and slammed it into the cutting board, exhaling the air in his lungs with a sigh eyes upward.

“You know...I get it now.”

You shivered, feeling scared for some unknown reason.

“You get what?”

He smiled, eyes skyward still. “Why he loves you.”

“Who?”

He cast his eyes downwards, not tilting his head just letting his eyes come down to see you.

“You’re a funny thing, you know that.” You didn’t say anything, slowly trying to walk out the door into the main floor. “You killed me…” He let those out with a smile, before walking to you.

“You killed me...and the worst part is we all get why he loves you...but I just…” He was right to your nose, you could smell whiskey and mint on his breath. “I don’t think I can forgive you.”

“I-”

“Wake up.” He shoved you, and you quite literally were pushed back into your body. Rising up from the couch, gasping and clawing at your throat for air. You were panicking, trying to grip onto the cushions frantically looking around trying to ground yourself. After a while you finally got a grip on yourself. Why was this even happening? What did you even do to deserve this? You rubbed your forehead and pushed yourself off of the couch; approaching the kitchen to relieve your dry throat. You took a small glance at and noted that it was now lunch time, and you had been knocked out for at least four hours. Shinso would be calling any minute now. Turning on your heel and retrieving a glass you watched the bubbles of the water form at the top of the glass. You started off with a small swig before chugging the rest down. Your hand seemed to act on its own, as you absentmindedly wiped the sweat off your face. You filled the cup up more before you went to the bookshelf full of Shinso approved books, trying to find one you had yet to read. Then you heard the phone that only received calls ring out, beckoning you into retrieving it. With a sigh you sauntered over and pulled it up to your ear.

“Hello Kitten, how are you?”

“Oh I’m...just trying to pick out a book.”

He hummed happily before responding. “That’s my girl, always trying to better herself. Did you see the new one I got you.”

Your ears perked up at those buzz words. “New one?” You couldn’t hold back the smile that pushed its way onto your face.

He giggled. “Yes Kitten, happy anniversary. I love you.” Your smile faltered at his words, loving someone and being utterly obsessed with someone was two totally different things.

“Happy anniversary, I love you too.”

“Alright Kitten, I’ll see you when I come home for dinner tonight.”

“Ok.” You hung up the phone, setting it down and letting your face fall. You turned to the bookshelf, scanning over all the books before you landed on the new one. You smiled, letting out a shaky laugh. He could be sweet, when he wasn’t being manic. It was a book from before you were in containment, so you couldn’t get a grasp on reality. You turned it over and went over the reviews before flipping it over and looking at the cover again, only to discover it was a different book. One you read. Oh no.

You shot up and suddenly you were in your bedroom again. Sitting criss cross applesauce from your sister.

“This book should take your mind off of...you know. Picked it up just for you sis!” She beamed at you, and your heart ached. You just stared at her and all her beautiful glory, it had been so long since you'd seen her, or even heard her voice. The only reason you realized you were crying was your sister looking at you in shock, mixing with horror.

“Hey, hey now it’s ok! You’re safe here...you’re safe here.” She wrapped her arms around your torso and pulled your sobbing form.

“Sissy...what’s happening to me?” She furrowed her brows and kissed your forehead, petting your head.

“Nothing baby...just...some boy with too much power had taken a liking to you…” She didn’t know what to say to you to keep calm, to make you feel safe. It was like she was insinuating without insinuating, that she knew where this was going.

“He’s a monster…”

“Oh baby.” She kept stroking your hair, letting you vent all your emotions out.

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s not faaair!” You screamed into her shoulder.

“Remember what momma always told us.” She knew what she was doing as soon as you turned your sobbing into some suppressed laughing.

“I hate you.” You smiled, wiping your tears and globs of snot off of your face.

“Now that’s just blatantly not true!” She said with a laugh, turning around to grab her wine glass. She took a large swig before looking down at you, meeting your expectant eyes staring back at her.

“You know what happens now right?”

“Yeah…” You said sadly, a part of you is happy that it wasn’t a sad twisted goodbye this time. Maybe your brain just couldn’t bring itself to turn her into a nightmare.

“You need to make dinner afterall…” You nodded and closed your eyes, the last thing you felt was her lips on your forehead. Before you opened your eyes.

You stood back up and walked into the kitchen, four thirty. You laughed, she was right for once. It was about time you made dinner. Shinso’s favorite, ramen. You turned the water on to boil in a few different pots for different reasons. Going into the fridge to retrieve the noodles, the vegetables and your special ingredient in your broth. You got to work chopping, seasoning the broth, and cooking the meat. The kitchen smelt so lovely, you were proud of your forced skill you developed. You were weary at every turn waiting for another hallucination to take over your senses. Weary as you dropped the eggs into the ice bath, weary as you grilled your vegetables, weariest as you dropped the noodles into the broth. Something about them seemed untrustworthy to you. You looked back out the window to be greeted with the sun going down, a deep shade of maroon with just a twinge of yellow outside. It was a calm end to the stormy day. You plaited up the food, throwing the tea kettle on the stove so Shinso could have his favorite tea with his favorite meal. You looked over the bowls one last time, realizing that you forgot to put the egg in. You giggled at yourself, how could you forget the best part? For the second time today (at least in your head) you cracked the egg on the counter and watched it fall into ramen. You smiled at your masterpiece.

“Hey that's pretty good!” You groaned before you turned, and this time it was your best friend who also worked at the restaurant.

“Hey, don’t be dick , I'm being nice to you!” She chuckled out before taking the bowl in front of you.

“I wish you wouldn’t…” You mumbled, watching as she took an ungodly amount of dishes into her arms.

“You just gonna check me out or are you gonna help?” You rolled your eyes and took the rest of the plates.

“Listen pop your tits out I need to pay rent.”

“Girl!...I am not doing that”

“First off, don’t pretend I haven’t seen you do worse.” You glared at her before you mocked her behind her back.

“I can see what you're doing.” She taunted before turning her head only a little bit so she could see you out of the corner of her eye. You just rolled your eyes at her, watching as she set her table's plates down, encouraging you to take the foot out of your mouth and do the same. You snapped out of your stupor and did just that. She said something about you being new and absentminded before gripping your elbow and tugging you in the direction of the kitchen.

“What is your problem?...Is it...you know?” You sighed, why did no one ever say his name?

“You mean Hitoshi?” Almost exasperated.

“You’re on a first name basis with your stalker?” She said inquisitively.

“Oh you don’t know half of it.” You retorted back.

“Oh...don’t like the sound of that. Here, I made you something that will make you feel better!” She exclaimed out loud. You really doubted it. And you gave her that look that meant, you doubted it.

“Don’t look at me like that. Common, I have just the thing.” You reluctantly followed after her, hoping this would be just like the time before. You couldn’t say you were entirely disappointed when you two stopped at a ramen bowl, it looked like your favorite.

“Come on go ahead, I made this one myself.” She said so giddily that you couldn’t help but smile back and obliged her. Letting the large spoon take in the broth, sipping it and letting the warm liquid slither down your throat. It felt good, tasted even better. You smiled and looked at her confused, as she sucked at cooking.

“What do you think?” She urged you to give your review.

“It’s amazing, what did you do to it?”

“You have to guess!” You took another sip, twirling the chop sticks in your fingers to catch some noodles to assist the broth.

“I don’t know...extra ginger?” You asked, genuinely at a loss.

“No! Do you see any ginger? You dense chicken wing.” You looked at her with offence, shaking your head as you shoveled more in your mouth.

“No I suppose I don’t” You scratched your head before taking some of the meat into your mouth.

“Is this wagyu?”

“Yes but that’s not it!” You shrugged your shoulders, signaling your defeat.

“Give up?” She asked eerily quietly. You nodded your head, still absentmindedly digging into your meal.

“The secret ingredient is me.” She said it sounded like a smirk was on her face. Her ominous words caused you to stop mid bite. With shaky hands, you looked from the bowl then back at her, your breath caught in your throat as you realized you weren’t looking at anything. Her neck was clean off of her neck. You began to breathe heavily through your nose, looking to the ground to find her head before you heard.

“Psst, over here.” Coming from the direction of the ramen in front of you. You tried swallowing the food but realized you couldn’t. You turned slowly, gagging before you made eye contact with her lifeless head in the soup. You began to cough, spitting up something that had to be cartilage, something was still in your mouth, so you reached inside, retrieving a long strand of hair from your mouth. That was the final push you needed as you threw up all over the floor, chunks of your best friend getting all over your shoes.

“Do you see now?” You looked up, hiccuping in horror at the severed head speaking to you now. “He killed all of us. In this very shop, right in front of you.” You shook your head, trying to deny it, for your own sanity. “Just look.” Her freaky bulging eyes moved over to the left, and you followed accordingly. You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from throwing up again. Every person who worked there was dead on the ground, their body parts strewn around like they were those dolls whose limbs popped off. Perhaps, in the most horrible of displays was your manager's body, stomach open, arms sprawled backwards and organs on the outside. The worst part was that his lungs were moving.

“Do you see now? You sleep and kiss the monster who did this to us all those years ago...it’s your fault...its all your fault.”

“No..”

“It's all your fault. It's all your fault. It's all your fault!” “NO! I-I didn’t do this…”

“IT’S YOUR FAULT IT'S YOUR FAULT IT’S YOUR FAULT!”

“NO!” You were screaming now, covering your eyes and crying.

You kept screaming till the only other sound's the tea kettle screaming back at you to ift it off of the burner. You were still crying, standing shakily as you removed it rather violently from the burner. You look at the time, Shinso would be here any minute now, so you cleaned yourself up and put both his tea and ramen down in his spot. Putting your food in yours and sitting down, face stone cold as you stared at the door, waiting for him to come in.

It was a few minutes before he came bustling in, exclaiming about how hard his day was. Right. You said in your head, watching as he took his coat off. He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“Guess who I saw today.” You didn’t answer him, only looking at him waiting for him to tell you the answer you didn't ask for.

“Chargebolt! Can you believe that? Haven’t seen that kid in-” You tuned him out, the sounds of your best friends screams and blaming you were all you could hear. The stench of death still burns your nostrils too.

“Anyhow Kitten, how was your day?” You looked at him, cocking your head.

“How was my day?” You repeated the question. You thought about it, before you licked your lips and looked him in those cold eyes.

“Fine.” You said, poking at your food like a toddler.

He just hummed in response. Then talking incessantly about this villain he had a hard time dealing with. Somewhere between needing to call backup and him getting punched in the face, you tuned out again. Thinking about how much you wished that could have been you that did that to him. You snapped out of your thinking when he spoke to you directly again.

“What’s wrong? Is it your finger.” You looked back at him, not caring to play this game anymore.

“You killed them, didn’t you?

He made a face that said “whatever do you mean kitten?”, it made you mad. “Who? The villain?” He had the audacity to act dumb.

“My friends...all of them...you killed them...in front of me.”

He cocked his head, before smiling. “I don’t know what you mean Kitten.”

“Don’t lie to me!...Don’t you dare lie to me...I remember it...I remember it all.” You began to sob and shake, staring at him expectantly and angrily before watching him rise to his feet. He tilted his head back before he laughed, long and hard, making you angrier.

“Oh Kitten, of course I did…” You cringed and sobbed harder, tears mixing into the broth below you.

“That’s right, cry for me baby, you know I love it when you do.” You let out a wail before your fingers found their way into your hair again, ripping out the strands.

“I brainwashed you to forget, for a year, every year. Just so I get to see the anger and horror on your face like it’s brand new. You don’t remember any of it all year, until I ask you the phrase “Do you know what day it is?” He said smiling, that cold sadistic smile down at you before he leaned into your face.

“Think about it this way Kitten, I save you from all that pain for a whole year. Aren’t I so thoughtful?” He said with a sinister cackle, and all you could do was sit there and cry.

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making my boyfriend jealous #prank 01 - Carter Hart | Philly

a/n: this idea sounded perfect in my head, but I don’t know if I’m satisfied with how it turned out; Hope you guys like it anyway. Don’t forget to let me know <3 It’s not proofread-ed so let me know if you find some mistake

btw, I wanted to say a huge thank you to @skarsgardswiftie for putting up with me talking about this idea and helping me out with some scenes. Love you, Val!!! <3 *muah*

Word count: 3.5k

Requested: yes

Prompt: 17. “wait a second..are you jealous?” 19. “I don’t love them. I love you”

warnings: none

No one would believe if told that Nolan, the grumpy almost shy one, was best friends with y/n the smiley and loud girl. They met at a pharmacy, going for the last pain medicine box on the shelf and bumping hands, he was about to give up, but then she smiled and suggested buying it and give him one card since there were two inside. They spent some time talking in the line and when she found him once again in the same pharmacy she didn’t lose time following him and sliding to his DM. They got along pretty well and months after y/n saw herself in a bar full of hockey players to celebrate the victory of the team.

That’s how she met Carter and more further ahead started dating him.

They were two distinct polos.

Y/n loved to dance, Carter preferred to sit and sip at his drinks.

Y/n was a college student of Fine Arts, Carter was a hockey player.

Y/n had curly hair while Carter had the thinnest straight strands of hair.

Y/n was Colombian, Carter was Canadian.

Y/n had a YouTube channel and Carter, well Carter discovered that he liked it a lot more than he was supposed to.

She did videos of hair care, study routine, and even some dance moves while cleaning the house. He was able to watch her, hear her, and almost feel her even if the timezone would not allow during trips.

Their first kiss was in one of those videos, y/n was talking about some chapstick new flavor while Carter was watching some game on the TV sitting on the opposite sofa.

“Well, I’m really suspect to talk about the peach one since I don’t like peaches” she comments while putting it on. “Carter, can you come here for one sec.”

At that point, the boys were part of her routine so they were used to appearing in some videos sometimes, TK truly loved the attention, he would show out of the blue behind the camera or pretend the video was about his morning routine. Nolan would crack a laugh and Carter would roll his eyes telling his friend to give the camera back to y/n. Of course most of the time she would edit these parts, so it didn’t appear, but sometimes it was hilarious, and so she couldn’t help herself. The next day Travis would be the joke of the locker room -but he never stopped-.

“What’s up?” he asked, sitting by her side on the living room floor. Travis and Nolan were out buying food, Hart and y/n being the only ones in the house.

“Can you taste this chapstick flavor and see if you like it?” she applied one more time in her lips and smelled the tiny balm in her hands, making a face and giving it to him.

Carter laughed and scooted closer to her taking her shin into his fingers and bringing her face close. She giggled not expecting him to taste directly from her lips, he was probably messing with her like they always did with each other. But when Carter closed the gap all she could do was hold his neck and dive into the feeling.

After the episode, they would kiss every time no one was around. Dates and night in started to be a common thing and the rest is history.

It was a Saturday morning, Carter was sound asleep since he was going to have a game later in the afternoon and y/n was already in the kitchen preparing the usual breakfast they had for game days, except today she was reasonably early.

“Hey there, my lovely pals” she greeted trying to speak as low as possible. “It’s a Saturday morning and I’m doing breakfast while editing some school stuff, Carter is sleeping and this video has everything to do with him” she grins while sipping from her favorite cup of coffee. “Travis was talking to me about some kind of conversation they had at the locker room and apparently Carter said he wasn’t a jealous person...well, it’s something between the boys but my amazing and devilish friend came up with the idea...he wants me to act a little weird and see if Carter really doesn’t feel jealousy at all. I decided it was better to film it so he wouldn’t be capable of denying it. He’s sleeping as I said before and I’ve distanced myself since yesterday, I don’t know if he already noticed it but yeah..let’s go” she turned around to start paying full attention to the preparation of breakfast.

Y/n was halfway done when she faced the camera again.

“So we usually have the ‘breakfast-pre-game’ together whenever we can, but today I’m calling Trav and Nolan to join us…”

The next record was y/n pacing in the kitchen while sending some messages on her cellphone. When the duo was already there TK gave her a bear hug and murmured “let’s go for it, Hartsy girl”. She laughed and went to hug Nolan, who didn’t know about the prank.

“Where’s Carter?” he asked.

“Sleeping, can you wake him up while I set the table, please?”

Nolan noded going for the stairs and Travis started setting the table while y/n moved the camera to a better angle. When Carter and Nolan showed up he was still in his sleeping sweatpants and with his hair a total mess.

“Morning” he mumbled to his friends going directly to his girl and wrapping his arms around her.

“Morning, sleepyhead” she teased.

“Why you didn’t wake me up?” his calm breath lingering on her neck almost made her forget about the plan.

“I did, I just send Nolan to do it” y/n answered pretending to be confused with his question. On these days she was the one to wake him up and she did it with kisses, depending on the mood even some morning sex.

Carter left one last kiss on her shoulder before they head to the table.

“What’s up with the juice, babe?” Carter asks while sitting beside her.

“Oh, Travis didn’t want chocolate milk so I made him orange juice…” here we go, she thought.

“God, you’re so sassy, TK” Nolan rolled his eyes glancing at his friend.

“You see?! He comes to have breakfast at my house and wants to choose what to eat” the goalie goes along while TK just grins.

“It’s ok, Carter, he didn’t ask for it, I just wanted to make sure he is one hundred percent spoiled since it’s a game day...” she speaks and then pauses pretending she said the wrong thing. “Not only him, but you guys, of course…”

Travis tried to suppress the giggle, that fucker! she was a great actress.

The meal went along with TK always carrying the subject to y/n witch made Carter glance at him every once in a while. She would for sure zoom his face in the editing process.

…

“Hey, lovely pals, it’s afternoon now, Carter is already at the rink and I’m getting changed. I’m going with Travis jersey today and we’re expecting a big win so I have an excuse to film the boys leaving the locker room and get a good view of Carter’s reaction.”

Y/n keeps the camera on her face while showing some makeup tricks and it was not long before Ryanne was knocking at her door. They met way before y/n started dating Carter, back when she was starting her friendship with Nolan, he was the one saying that the two would get along pretty well...and he wasn’t wrong.

“Why are you wearing TK’s jersey?!” was the first thing she said when the door was open.

“Hi, Rya, I’m doing pretty good, thank you for asking!” Y/n’s words packed with irony were responsible for both of their laughs.

“I’m sorry, it’s just...very weird. Like I look at your face and my mind goes straight for a #79…” she jokes.

Y/n rolls her eyes slightly at her friend and let her enter “I’ll just grab my purse and we can go!”.

Not even 10 minutes later they were already in a cab making the way to the arena. Y/n take advance of the time to explain to her friend everything while making sure she won’t let herself slip, such as sheer too loudly for Carter or forget about everything once he left the locker room with wet hair and rosy cheeks pursuing her body for a warm hug.

And that’s exactly what Ryanne does once the game starts and y/n is on her feet holding tight to her water bottle. The thing is, the Colombian girl was very competitive being raised in a home where the weekends were specially for soccer games and her father got her a jersey even before she was born. She was so used to diving deep into everything she did, especially if it was about cheering for a team. And well, living in Philadelphia and dating a hockey player made her role to cheer as loud as possible. It was her team and her boyfriend after all.

The game went better than expected and thanks to Ryanne she was able to hold herself together.

“So I bet this is the hardest part…” Ryanne stated holding y/n’s camera and prepared to film everything. “That’s why I’m praying for TK or even Nolan gets here first…” y/n sighed.

It was not long before the three boys come all together laughing and talking about something y/n predicted as the game.

“Hey, babe” Carter greeted burying his head in the crook of her neck and breathing deeply.

“Good game, Hart” she smiled hugging him back but shorter than the usual. And only when she went to hug the other two players he notices the different numbers printed on the jersey. His lips twitched and his brows furrowed, Ryanne tried to suppress a giggle before Claude finally leaving the locker room.

“Nolan I hope deep down in my heart that you washed this hair with shampoo, please” she joked.

“For your information, I always wash it with shampoo…” he shoves her lightly before hugging her by the shoulders. “He’s lying, y/n, last time I went to his house he was using soap to wash this damn birds nest.” Travis grabbed her hand bringing her closer to him.

“Hey! Great game, by the way, Trav! I loved that last pass!!!!” and that’s it, that’s precisely how she usually does with Carter, praising everything he does during the match time, always. Giving him advice and hyping him up.

Carter chose to let it go while they started to make their way to a bar to celebrate as they did every possible time.

At the bar, Carter kept his distance while y/n danced around with Ryanne and Travis,

He should be happy since his team won and he did an amazing job keeping every puck away from the net, but something was bothering him and he knew exactly what it was once his eyes found his girlfriend one more time that night.

Something in the way she did not bother to stay close or even tells him how good he played was giving an uncomfortable vibe. Not that she should always do that, but habitually that’s what they up to, and the sex after too, so when y/n brush him off going for a cup of water in the kitchen he knows something is really wrong.

They just got home from the celebration, she was barefoot looking for a glass in the cabinet.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” he approached not knowing how to start that conversation. “What do you mean?” she asked, a confused look on her face.

“I mean, why are you wearing another player jersey…??”

“Oh...I just wanted to support the team in general, you know?!” she shrugged. “I need to go to sleep now. I’m exhausted, sorry. TK danced too much tonight…” she giggles, walking to their shared room and leaving Carter behind. Knowing damn well that she planted a jealousy seed in his mind.

...

Two days and more distance later she was recording a video about her playlists in the bedroom when Carter got home from practice.

“Hey, missed you” he muttered undoing his tie.

“Hi, Carter” she grinned, not the big bright smile he’s used to when he got home, but at least it’s something considering she’s been almost ignoring his the last days “I’m filming a video” she explains.

“Not gonna interrupt” he left a kiss on her forehead and went for the closet to change, coming back minutes later with his grey sweatpants and no shirt on. Y/n knew what he was trying to do and being as competitive as she is she choose to make a game out of it.

“...and so there’s a lot of Post Malone’s songs, as you guys expected, and some Spanish as well because hell yeah I’m here for praising my own language…” she’s trying to focus on the camera in front of her when the bed dips, Carter is laying in the bed.

Sometimes he used to do it, but usually, he would wear a shirt or something and try to be as invisible as possible, just wanting to be closer.

“You can keep going, I’m just gonna...watch” he whispers smiling and laying his head comfortably at the pillows.

She rolled her eyes and went back to talking with the device when his hands found hers. The long and calloused fingers threading and holding to her strongly but still somehow soft. She felt his adoration look and could not keep her eyes from founding his and her lips from mirroring him and smiling.

Carter was this contagious.

Like some kind of speel.

It was hard to resist when he started being so soft and loving around her.

And that’s exactly how he managed to lay her beside him and finally get the deep kiss he’s been seeking since three days ago. His hands found her waist bringing her closer and slotting one of his legs between hers. Y/n’s hands went to his soft hair and pushed it lightly, part of her wanting to separate their mouths, the other just expecting for what he did next: he moaned into her mouth. He melted every time she pushed his hair and she knew it.

“Babe, please…” he spoke sinking his head in the crook of her neck, kissing that spot.

“Not today, Carter” she tried to resist, departing their bodies.

He huffed but nodded his head. “Can I at least eat…” he started looking for her legs and she gasped interrupting his naughty question. “The camera is still on” she tried to pretend that this was the big deal, but in reality, she would not be able to hear his full question and deny it. “It’s not like you are on live, puff” he joked and she tried to stay serious. “Wait...are you on live?!” his eyes went wide and y/n didn’t resist the laugh. “I’m not on Live, calm down.”

“Fine, but are you sure?! Are we ok?!” he asked sitting when she did the same.

Y/n turned her head to the nightstand pretending to look for something while answering “yeah, we’re just fine”

“So does that mean we can do something?! I just want your attention, love” and there he was all soft again.

“I’m just...not in the mood, Carter” she mumbled. “Not even for kisses?! Cuddles?!” She shook her head and he sighed. “Fine. Can I at least just be here watching you??” he asked this time not looking at her but drawing imaginary patterns in the mattress. She felt a pang on her heart but went for the answer she knew was going to make he thinks something was different “yeah, whatever”.

And just like that, she kept trying to go on with the video while Carter was laying beside her and watching every move until he fell asleep. Still, he kept the adoration look, she knew it, she felt it.

…

The Flyers were playing again and just like the last game y/n went wearing TK’s jersey. But only this time the game wasn’t so good as the last one. The team failed shamefully and even TK gave up from the prank for some time after leaving the locker room. This time the hug y/n gave him was well needed. Consequently, when she was comforting him, it was not part of the jealous-game anymore, but for Carter, it all seemed the same obviously. “You did great, Trav. Sometimes we just can’t control everything and that’s ok” he hugged her strongly before letting go.

Hart just noded for his two buddies, Nolan and TK, before heading for the parking lot, not going for his usual hug or kiss after loss or victory.

“You don’t want to hug me or anything?” she asked once they reached the parking lot.

He sighed. He looked tired. “I...I guess Travis needed the hug more than I did.” she furrows her brows. “Wait a second..are you jealous?” she asked and he shrugged before entering the car.

“You’re ok?!” y/n asked as soon as she got inside the car. He nodded starting to drive in complete silence. She knew better than to give him his space after a loss, but usually, he wanted her around, he would not want to talk during a certain hour, but he definitely wanted to hug her or at least have her close.

This time it was different.

And it kept being different during the whole ride home.

He was giving the silent treatment.

She almost forgot to turn the camera on when they arrived home, but when she felt the tension she knew it was the moment he probably was going to snap.

“Y/n…” he called already inside the apartment. “Can we talk…?”

“Is it about the game?! Of course, we can talk…” she pretended not to be aware. Carter shook his head. “It’s...about a subject completely different.” He was undoing his tie while walking to sit beside her on the couch. Somehow it seemed like he was too nervous about it, so he just rose and started pacing in the middle of the living room.

“Oh, go ahead. What is it about?”

He sighs.

The passe goes on.

“I’ve been noticing lately what your...friendship with Travis started to change...to develop…” she tried to open her mouth and comment, but he shook his head again. “Just...let me finish ok?!” his voice was not angry, it was calm...like he wasn’t that angry like he was just...hurt. And so he went on “And I love you… that’s why I just want to see you happy. So...if you’re not feeling the same anymore, if it’s something I did or said, or it’s nothing at all just you falling out of love with me...just...let me know. I do trust you with all my heart, and I know you would never cheat and I know you don’t want to hurt me too” he took a deep breath before starting again. “So...what I want to say is that if you’re starting to like Travis, tell me now, don’t bring it to me out of the blue-”

He’s so deep into his ranting that he did not notice she’s snickering with her two palms covering her face. When he did, he stops himself. “Oh- no, don’t cry, babe. It’s not your fault, feelings happen...and I’m not blaming you…” she was about to finally crack a laugh, but when she found his sad eyes she just couldn’t.

“What’s so funny?!” He’s clueless.

“It’s not it, Carter...it’s just...you love me so much. This is a whole level of maturity and affection...I was not expecting. I thought you would be jealous and snap at me, get angry, I don’t know. I’m just in shock.”

“I was not that angry because it’s not like we choose to fall in love you know?! We just do…” he says apparently deep into his thoughts. “But if I could choose I would go for you anyway.” there’s this small smile in the corner of his lips.

“I’m so sorry I was so distant lately. But...I don’t love him. I love you” she whispers. “I’m really really sorry about this week.”

“so…?”

“It was a prank, Travis idea, I got curious...I did not imagine it would get this far. I’m sorry I make you felt like I did not love you…” she hugs him and feels when his body relaxes into the embrace. He was relieved.

She stood up and went to the camera behind an ornament in the coffee table.

“This is the moment you tell us how it felt. Take it easy on TK, he’s not the greatest actor, we could’ve come up with something better...” she joked sitting in front of her boyfriend. Carter chuckles admiring her face behind the camera.

“Actually, I do love him, but as a friend” y/n adds before turning the lens a little and kissing his lips.

“That I can deal with.”

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