#she also used to threaten to cut off my thumb

[caffeinatedopossum]

I just accidentally brought back a bunch of memories of stuff my mom used to say to me :')

#she said she wished id never been born. like girl that was on you not me #along with 'i could just get rid of you' as a threat multiple times #i thought she meant sending me to foster care but now... im not entirely sure she didnt mean unaliving me #she also used to threaten to cut off my thumb #i would say it was an empty threat but shed pull out the knives or scissors sooo maybe not #she would frequently ask what was wrong with me #call me ungrateful or a brat #remind me of all the things that she did for me and how much worse it could be #its hard to remember the stuff she said #idk it probably doesn't sound that bad but it seriously messed me up #she used to scream at me until i cried #shed call me a liar or satanic because i self harmed #god and im still not sure what rumors she spread about it but she definitely told people something #i would say she said something untrue but honestly idk. it could have been something i did actually do but phrased badly idk #i never got to find out #once the first person confronted me about it i had a mental breakdown because i didnt know what was going on and no one would explain #but clearly it was something bad because of how confrontational they were being #actually that wasnt even the first person kind to think of it #god im like shakinv just recalling it #she also called me selfish a lot #oh yeah she said she didnt care if i starved to death one time #which i mean. she clearly didnt care if i died but whatever #neither did I really #i want to remember everything but i can't :(

[sturniolos-blog]

reader (w/ matt) who struggles w/ an eating disorder and while matt was on tour it became worse, and when he arrived back from tour he finds her passed out on the bathroom floor and noticeably underweight (only if you’re comfortable)

Eating Disorder PT2 - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - eating disorder, throwing up, fainting, insecure, swearing, mentions of blood

disclaimer: third person POV

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8:09pm

Eating was always a problem for Y/n. Growing up a bit bigger, not fat no. But to her she was more than fat, to herself she was huge.

Always comparing herself. ‘What if i was that size?’ ‘What if i went down 10 pounds?’ ‘I wish i was that weight’ ‘I wish i looked like madi’

And the list went on.

So this brought her here, one evening, while her amazing husband Matt was on tour, brought her in the bathroom, sitting on the floor in front of the toilet puking her brains out after she had stuck her finger down her throat because she thought she ate too much, but now she couldn’t stop, throwing up so much her stomach started hurting.

She finally let out one last gag before lifting her head up letting out a pained groan, standing up and flushing the toilet as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

Right before everything went black.

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9:14pm

“She’s not answering. It’s been 6 hours since i last talked to her, guys.” Matt sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, Matt, she’s probably okay, she could be sleeping.” Nick comforted, putting his hand on Matt’s back, rubbing softly.

Chris nods his head, agreeing with Nick.

But Matt shakes his head, “You guys don’t know my wife, I know my wife. And i know she’s not asleep at nine o clock.” Matt lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Okay, Matt, calm down.” Chris lets out a scoff.

Matt stands up, “Don’t tell me to calm down!” Matt raises his voice, pointing at Chris.

As Nick and Chris look at each other and not say anything Matt shakes his head, “I-i’m sorry. Sorry.” He swallows harshly and takes a breath before sitting back down. “It’s just.. we’ve been going through a bad patch lately, right before I left for tour. She wasn’t okay, guys. She wasn’t.” Matt tears up, looking up at his brothers before wiping his eyes.

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before Matt left for tour

“Matt, stop.” Y/n stood up from the kitchen chair.

“You haven’t eaten all day, Y/n. Come on, sweetheart.” Matt says, putting his hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“I’m not hungry! God, do you listen?!” Y/n raises her voice at Matt.

This happened a lot through Y/n’s eating disorder, it made her moody and mean to the people she loves. Matt understood that so he kept his composure.

“You have to be hungry, babe, i haven’t seen you eat in like two days.” Matt shakes his head, a soft look on his face.

Y/n groans, “Because you’re never here! You’re always at work-”

“No. We are not doing this, you are not doing this. You are not going to turn this around on me so i feel bad. Y/n, you have a problem and if you don’t eat then im calling your therapist.” Matt threatened, looking down at her.

Y/n sighed, rubbing her head before sitting down and looking at the plate of food Matt had made her.

It was steak, mash potatoes, and green beans. She almost threw up at the sight of it.

“A couple bites is all i’m asking for, baby.” Matt says softly, putting a hand on her back.

Y/n picks up the fork that was laid neatly on the plate before grabbing the knife also.

Her hands were shaky, making it hard for her to cut the steak. When Matt realized this he grabbed the utensils from her hand and cut the steak in tiny pieces for her.

He puts the knife down before using the fork to pick up a now cut piece of steak.

Matt uses his other hand to put it on Y/n’s jaw, his thumb tracing her jawline softly.

“Open.” He instructed as she looked at him nervously.

Y/n slowly opened her mouth as Matt stuck the piece of steak in there, she almost gagged but instead she took the steak off the fork and held it in her mouth.

“Chew, baby, come on, n/n.” Matt sighed as he watched her.

Matt watched as her jaw started moving as she chewed the piece of food in her mouth, a couple more times before he watched her swallow it.

“Good job, sweetheart.” Matt smiled, kissing her cheek softly, making her half smile.

“Couple more?” Matt suggested, making Y/n nod slightly.

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present time (9:16 pm)

“Her eating disorder is back?” Chris asked, his mouth slightly dropped in shock.

Matt lets out a breath and shrugs, “I guess.” Matt says quietly before he puts his face in his hands. “I shouldn’t have left her. God, i’m a terrible husband. My wife is probably starving herself and…” Matt trails off before he stands up and puts on his jacket.

“What are you doing?” Nick looks at Matt with a confused look on his face.

“I need to go see my wife now.” Matt says, an angry tone defined in his voice as he grabs his keys.

Chris let’s out a laugh in disbelief, “You’re gonna leave tour?” He asks, shaking his head at his brother.

“I care much more about my wife then i do this stupid fucking tour. I’m fucking leaving.” Matt spits, leaving the hotel room.

Chris and Nick look at each other in silence.

“What the fuck just happened?” Nick scoffed.

Chris shook his head, “No clue.” Before taking a sip of his pepsi.

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10:34pm

It took Matt over an hour to drive home, him immediately rushing in the house after he had pulled in to the drive way.

“Baby!? I’m home, sweetheart!” He called out, throwing his keys down before checking the downstairs, not seeing Y/n anywhere.

He let out a nervous sigh before he practically ran upstairs, his eyes catching glimpses of the light coming through the opened bathroom door.

His eyes then trail down to a body.

His wife.

“Y/n!” Matt yelled, running into the bathroom and on his knees, taking her body into his arms, him letting out a pathetic sob at the sight of his wife.

The unconscious girl had a cut on her forehead, presumably from when she fell.

Matt sniffled as some of his tears dropped onto Y/n’s shirt.

He had his phone in his hand and was dialing 911, whispering a couple of “Come on, baby..”’s or “Please, Y/n.. please”

“911, what’s your emergency?” A female operator was heard after a couple rings.

“M-my wife! I need an ambulance! I came home and she was on the bathroom floor passed out! Please!” Matt sobbed, another hand going to her cheek.

“Okay, sir, they are on the way. What’s your wife’s name?” The lady asked.

“Y/n. Y/n sturniolo. Please, please get here.” He whimpered out.

“Okay, again they are on the way. And what is your name, sir?” The lady questioned, sounds of clicking from her keyboard coming through the line.

“Matthew sturniolo.” He breathed out before letting out another sob. “Please, my wife-”

“Okay, Matt? I need you to take a couple breaths for me. I need you to answer these questions with a clear head can you do that for me?” The lady spoke calmly, making Matt let out an almost incoherent ‘mhm’ but it was loud enough for her to hear it.

“Great. Now, is Y/n still breathing?”

Matt’s eyes glanced to her belly that rose and fell with every breath, making him nod to himself and then speak to the lady. “Y-yeah, she’s breathing.” He spoke.

“Okay, good, Matt. Good. The ambulance is on the way and should be there in 3 minutes tops, in the meantime take some breaths of your own.” The nice operator constructed.

Matt nodded even though the lady couldn’t see her. He took breaths. His thoughts racing.

My baby.

She’s alright.

You’re not dead, Y/n.

You’re with me.

His thoughts kept going until he heard sirens.

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9:37am (next morning)

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, immediately being blinded by sunlight that was shining through the windows.

She rubbed her eyes before taking in her surroundings.

Monitor. Couch. Windows. Flowers. But most importantly Matt.

He had his eyes on his phone, not noticing Y/n had waken up.

Y/n cleared her throat, “Matt?” She whispered.

Matts head shot up, along with his whole body immediately standing up. “Hi, baby.” He smiled softly at her, bringing one of his hands to push hair out of her face.

Y/n smiled before she looked around again, “How’d i get here?” She asked, her voice scratchy and quiet.

Matt shook his head, “You had an accident, baby. You fell and hit your head.” He told her.

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, picking up her hands to see that an iv was in her right wrist and a hospital bracelet on her left. She let out a small, ‘huh’

Matt looks at Y/n before a knock at the door brings them both to look that way, a doctor walked in.

“Y/n, good to see you. So, do you know what happened?” The doctor asked, sitting on a stool.

Y/n nodded, “Matt told me i fell and hit my head.”

The doctor glanced at Matt and nodded, “Right. But you fell because of something, do you know what that something is?” The doctor asked her.

Y/n knew, 100%. Matt knew that she knew. Y/n knew Matt knew that she knew. But that didn’t change her answer. “No..” She said quietly, making Matt rub his face.

“You haven’t had proper meals lately. You passed out from not enough protein in your body. When’s the last time you ate a good meal?” The doctor continued to question.

Y/n shrugged, “More than a week ago, i guess.” She sighed, avoiding eye contact with Matt as his jaw dropped slightly.

He left for tour a week ago. This broke Matt’s heart.

The doctor nodded, “Okay well you have two IV’s in your arm, one keeping you hydrated and one giving you some nutrients. We’d like to keep you for another night but after that you are free to go.” She smiled.

Y/n nodded, “Thank you.” She mumbled as the doctor nodded back before leaving the room.

After a couple seconds of silence Matt speaks up, “You could’ve talked to me.”

“You left.” Y/n whispered.

“But if i had known what was going on beforehand then i wouldn’t have, Y/n!” Matt raises his voice at her, making her look at him with glassy eyes. He sighed, “I’m sorry. I just love you so much and if you keep doing this then i’m going to lose you a-and that can’t happen. Okay? It can’t!” Matt let out a sob, putting his face in his hands.

Y/n grabbed his wrist, “Come here, baby.” She muttered as she pulled him onto the bed with her.

He left out a couple more sobs as his head ended up on her chest, her fingers running through his hair.

“You won’t lose me, Matt. Never ever.” She said, kissing his head.

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um anyway

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[softlymaximoff]

Yes, your Highness

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

A/N: I’m obsessed with any wanda variant I need help, also this is way shorter than intended and no smut just dynamic play soooo I’m sorry and have fun hopefully you like it

Summary: your princess has had enough of your attitude and isn’t afraid to let everybody know who you belong to.

Characters: Dark!Princess! Wanda, Gn!Reader

Warnings: degrading, humiliation, violence (if you squint I think?), corruption, mind control, pet play, Dom/sub dynamics, choking, breath play, objectifying.

Word Count: 846 😭

"How hard is it to just try and look like you’re grateful for once!" Wanda seethed as she pulled you away from the ballroom. "Wanda it's not my fault your daddy doesn't like me! He’s some mean old prick who hates everyone who even looks at you" You snapped but whimpered as her grip tightened on your arms. "Don't you ever talk about my daddy like that again Y/n. You could cost me the throne you moron!” A sharp slap echoed the hallways and you choked on a broken gasp. Your eyes filled with light tears as you kept your mouth shut, you knew not to talk back. She was in her element and her eyes were slowly darkening to their reddish-hue.

“You are nothing but a stable hand, a dirty peasant, a street rat and if it wasn’t for my daddy, the King, took pity on you you would be fed to the pigs. Do I make myself clear Y/n?” She grabbed your cheeks between her thumb and pointer finger forcing you to slightly part your lips. “Yes, your Highness” you whispered out and almost whined when she let go and rested a hand on the base of your neck. “Speak up dog” her voice was cold and sent chills down your spine.

“Yes you make yourself clear your Highness” you spoke a little louder and she rolled her eyes. “Pathetic. Utterly pathetic” she grumbled and attached her lips to your neck sucking angry marks along your jawline. “I won’t hesitate to make a scene out there to show everyone how ungrateful you really are. Throwing dirty looks at people who are just trying to be nice to their princess” she threatened and you couldn’t help but huff at her words. “Pets don’t speak, what has gotten into your dumb little brain today” she pulled back and searched your eyes to see if you were pushing her buttons purposely or if you were really upset over something.

“Speak mutt, what’s wrong” she raised an eyebrow and you just whined, a moan threatening to escape as she ran a thumb over the many forming bruises along your throat and clavicle. “My princess” You stumbled lightly over your words and looked away when she pursed her lips. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought. Of course I’m yours you silly toy” she smiled softly for a brief moment before steeling her eyes once again.

“Now do I have to ask again, how fucking hard is it to pretend you’re getting along with my father” she narrowed her eyes and grabbed the base of your neck, pushing you against the walls of the open hallway. You whimpered when her hand squeezed with a little more force than normal and she kicked your legs apart, pushing her knee in between them. “You’re such a stupid mutt. So easy to whore yourself out for your princess” she mumbled before she kissed you. Dominating the kiss and biting down on your lipstick covered lips, she sucked harshly drawing a little blood.

“Wanda” you pleaded desperately and rolled your hips as her eyes glowed a deep red. “Shut up” she growled and applied more pressure, almost cutting your breathing off. You eyes slipped shut and you parted your lips for a brief moment and she used that to her advantage, shoving two fingers in. “Suck” She demanded softly and you did just that. “My good pet” She hummed and you looked up at her all doe-eyed.

“Who knew a street rat could be such a good dog for royalty” she chuckled darkly and took her fingers out. Her eyes were now completely red, all traces of green lost. “Huh? My dumb little pet ready to submit. All brainless and needy” her magic floating heavily through your thoughts. You were nothing but a poor lowlife and you were so deeply grateful for everything the kingdom had offered you. A low throaty whine sounded out in the hallway and your knees buckled. “I think we should let everyone know who you belong to” She pulled away from you and took the sight in.

You had an angry handprint disguising itself as a choker collar, your hair was neatly dishevelled from its up-do from earlier and your lipstick was smeared. “You’re mine” she growled before walking towards the common ballroom, your wrists trapped tightly in a single hand of hers. “People of the Kingdom, Mother, Father, I have an announcement to make” She declared and pulled you out in front of her, showing you off like a prized hunt.

“Y/n will no longer be service of the Kingdom but of me. She is to be my pet, my dog, my toy, what ever title I see fit until the sun stops shining on our land. Daddy I know you don’t like her that much but I promise you I won’t let her get out of hand” she finished with a stern nod and turned to you. You were hers. Completely hers and you were to be forever grateful her kingdom spared your life.

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[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 4]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

‘Producer Indigo! Where are you? Are you playing hooky? If so, why was I not invited? - Wooyoung’

You yawned as you looked over at the message from Wooyoung. You have been at KQ for about two weeks already and the boys have all become friends with you. But you had a closer friendship with Hongjoong and Wooyoung compared to the rest.

‘Was working the whole night... Had a meeting end at 11 then have just been working non stop. Didn’t want to lose track of what was discussed for the track. - Indigo’

‘Wait, you’ve been working since 11?! Do you know it’s 10 am now?! - Wooyoung’

‘It is...? Oh, I didn’t even notice. - Indigo’

After meetings, you liked to work immediately, to not lose that creative high. Last night was your first meeting with the JYP producers ater signing the contract with them to produce one of their artist’s songs.

‘Wooyoung just yelled, saying that he can’t believe you have been working for close to 12 hours. You should go to sleep.- Hongjoong’

Yes, you did want to sleep. But first, you needed some food in your system. You went to the kitchen to make yourself some toast because that was what you were craving, toast with jam and butter. And an iced latte since caffeine didn’t have an effect on you. You leaned against the counter to eat your toast, your brain just blank. 

‘Yes, captain. Eating then straight to bed after. - Indigo.’

You sent a picture of your half eaten toast to Hongjoong. He replied with a thumbs up sticker. It was weird, you’ve never shared so much of your life with others before but it was strangely fun to do so with them.

‘Could you come do your drum beat in the studio tomorrow? I did a bit of alteration and cleaning, all we need to do is add your beat. - Indigo’

‘Ah, you should honestly be focusing on refueling and resting for now instead of tomorrow’s work. But I have a schedule tomorrow. I’ll pop by around 4? - Hongjoong’

‘Sounds good. See you. And also, I have to plan for tomorrow because you could be busy with schedules. - Indigo’

After doing the dishes, you went to save your work in your studio and turn off your system. Then you washed up and dived straight into bed. 

RINGGGG

“Hello...?” You drowned out, close to falling asleep.

“Oh, good. You’re resting. Indigo, you can’t keep pulling all nighters like that, it is not good for your health. I know work is important but if get sick, you won’t be able to work for even longer periods of time. Hongjoong hyung always tells us to take care of our bodies.” Wooyoung rambled.

“Right...” You were having a hard time paying attention to him, sleep threatening to consume you the moment your head had touched the pillow. But you were grateful he was concerned for you.

“Wooyoung ah, I think she’s falling asleep already and can’t focus on your nagging.” You heard San in the background. 

“I’ll take him away now, Indigo. Sleep well~” You now heard San’s voice clearly while Wooyoung was yelling.

“Thanks, San... I’ll talk to you later, Wooyoung...” You trailed off as the call cut and you closed your eyes, finally letting sleep take over you. You didn’t know how long you slept for but the sun had set by the time you woke up.

‘Hey! It has been a while since we’ve met up. The boys and I are going for drinks tonight, would you like to come? We can all catch up. - Dean’

The invite came in while you were making dinner, Considering how you haven’t met them for a while, you agreed.

‘There might be press, just be careful. But it’s all familiar faces tonight. - Dean’

He assured you. Despite being older than you, you knew Dean from way back, when you first starting out. Meeting and working with Korean R&B and Hip hop artists was a lot more common than you would expect. And you clicked with Dean immediately, his appreciation for privacy helped him protect your identity from the press. 

‘Thanks for the heads up. They probably heard that you’ve emerged from hiding or something. - Indigo’

Keeping it simple, you wore a black cocktail dress with a leather jacket over your shoulders. To accompany that, you wore some boots. You called a cab and left the house to go to the club.

“Name?” The bouncer asked when you arrived.

“Indigo.” You replied. He shot you a skeptical look, taking in your mask figure. But he nodded and stepped aside for you the enter. 

“VIP is upstairs.” He told you. You gave him a thumbs up and turned to the staircase, away from the other patrons on the first level. Just like Dean said, it was all familiar faces. 

“There she is. Indigo.” Dean smiled, drinking in hand, and came over to give you a big hug.

“It has been a while, Hyuk. How are you?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him with a laugh. 

“I’m good, it’s been great having a break from everything. What about you? I heard you’re working with KQ now?” He held your shoulders after pulling away. You nodded your head with a sheepish smile. 

“Just freelancing for them.” You said as you both sat down.

“Well, it’s always good to expand your circle and earn experience.” He smiled, handing you a drink with a straw. You clinked glasses with him and took a sip. After that, you proceeded to greet your other friends that were there, having a quick catch up with all of them.

“How has it been working with idols?” 

“Not that bad. I can’t say that all idols are like that but this group is full of hardworking people. They’re always in the studio working and they have good input.” You shrugged.

“Edenary has some good people. And I hear the leader of that group is quite the budding producer.” Dean said.

“Yeah, Hongjoong. He is talented, has producing potential.” You nodded your head. Dean smiled, he was glad you were getting to know more people and you seemed to really like Ateez from the way you were talking about them. 

“I’m proud of you. All your hardwork is getting paid off.” He patted your head and you blushed. 

“I’m going out back for a smoke.” Dean stood up, hands tucked into his pockets. You followed him even though you don’t smoke. 

RINGGGGG

“Excuse me. Let me take this.” You stepped aside to answer the phone. Dean nodded his head, busy typing on his phone as he smoked. When you took your phone out of your pocket, you were not expecting to see a call from Mingi, usually only Hongjoong and Wooyoung would contact you outside of working hours and at such an hour.

“Want to come for movie night?” 

“With you?” You choked, not expecting that. Dean shot you a weird look but you waved him off. 

“Yes? And the boys..At our dorm. I know it’s very last minute notice and we’ll understand if you can’t make it. They just suddenly decided during dinner just now.”

“Don’t worry. The thing is... I’m busy now... Is tomorrow okay?” You asked. On the other side, you heard whispering and assumed Mingi was asking the other boys if they were okay with tomorrow night instead.

“I’m done. Want me to stay here with you until you’re done?” Dean came to you. You pulled the phone away from your ear temporarily.

“No, go ahead. I should be finishing up soon.” You told him. He nodded and headed back in while you pressed the phone to your ear to continue speaking to Mingi. But it was silent.

“Mingi...? You there?” 

“Oh... yeah... The others said they’re fine with tomorrow since you’ll be meeting Hongjoong hyung in the studio. You can just come over with him. Sorry for bothering you.”

“It’s oka-” You didn’t even get to reply before he hung up. Blinking in confusion, you looked at the phone. With a shrug, you put your phone back into your pocket and went back into the club. But you didn’t stay long since it was late and you had to work tomorrow.

“Oppa, can we take a picture with you? Please.” Some girls came up to Dean as you were all exiting. This was your chance to slip away before anyone could notice you or take a picture of you hanging out with Dean. 

“Tell Hyuk I’ll head back on my own. I’ll see you guys soon.” You exchanged hugs with them.

“Don’t be a stranger, Indigo.” They waved. 

On the way home, you did send a text to Dean and another when you arrived home. You took a shower and made some ramen which was always good after a night of drinks. 

-

Since you didn’t drink a lot last night, you were able to wake up and not be hung over. Coffee in hand, you entered KQ. 

“Good morning. There were some packages for you that came in yesterday. They have been delivered to your studio.” The security guard said. You nodded your head and bowed before going upstairs. There were some packages outside of your studio door. You unlocked the door, holding it open with your foot as you dragged each parcel in. 

“Oh.” You unwrapped the acrylic album boxes to put and display your signed albums, as well as some other things to put in your studio. But then, your phone started buzzing.

‘We got caught, Indigo. Sorry. - Dean’

‘Thankfully it’s not breaking news so I think we’re fine. And no one seems to guess or suspect that it’s you. I’ll damage control if you need. - Dean’

Following his message were links to some article, a mysterious girl being photographed with Dean at the club last night. 

‘Who is that?’

‘He comes out of hiatus to show his girlfriend off?’

‘I saw them last night but they were all in a big group and she stood with the rest. Maybe they’re all just friends?’

There were a few comments but not much. Probably because it was common for underground artists to be in relationship and get married. You sighed, leaning back in your chair as you read the comments. Thankfully, no one suspected that it was ‘Prod. Indigo’.

“And they ask why I want to remain a ghost.” You clicked your tongue and left your phone aside to turn on your computer systems. After that, you were only focused on your work.

Besides working on your own projects, you had some meetings throughout the day, with Edenary and with some other company representatives. 

“No one recognised you but just be careful, okay Indigo? Especially since you’re now hanging out with Ateez.” Eden advised.

“It was really just hanging with friends. There was a group of us.” You scratched your head.

“I understand and while you’re not under KQ’s contract and rules, it’s for your safety. Especially if we are protecting your identity.” Eden smiled empathetically. You just nodded, knowing he was in a difficult spot too. 

“I will be more careful.” You assured. You gathered your things and left the studio to continue working, 

“Hmmmm~ Please work out, my melody~” You sang and hummed the melody to yourself out loud as you worked, wheeling your chair between the computer, the MIDI board and your syntehsizer as you needed. When you were done with one section, you would play it back to yourself and make any changes if necessary. Then your doorbell rang.

“Coming!” You removed your headphone and quickly saved your files before wearing your mask and going to answer the door. Poking your head out, you blinked at Hongjoong.

“Hongjoong...?” 

“We were supposed to meet at 4? Remember?” He tilted his head with a smile, laughing at your confused expression. 

“Oh! I did not realise that it was 4 already. Please come in.” You let him into the studio. That was when you noticed Mingi behind him. Mingi stiffly bowed to you and you felt the need to bow back to him.

“I hope you don’t mind but Mingi wanted to tag along.” Hongjoong told you. 

“Sure. Have a seat. The more input the better.” You chuckled and walked back to your desk. Hongjoong grabbed a stool to sit beside you at the desk.

“But I don’t know anything about producing.” Mingi spoke.

“That’s okay. I will gladly accept any opinion and input, it’s still in the experimental stage anyway.” You smiled through your eyes to him before turning back to the computer. 

“There’s still space here. It’ll be better to listen from a closer distance.” You pointed to the spot on your other side after noticing that Mingi sat on the couch at the back. He nodded and grabbed a stool to sit. But unlike Hongjoong, he sat a little further back instead of right beside you.

“So I’ll let you listen to the revised stuff. There’s not much of a change so I think the additional remix beats can still work. The only thing I did was put more emphasis on the guitar rather than the piano.” You explained.

“Okay. Mingi ah, maybe you can come up with some lyrics too.” Hongjoong nodded over to the tall male, who nodded his head, as you clicked around to find the folder in your computer.

“Oh right. You’re the lyricist.” You remembered what Hongjoong told you when you first met him. You played the music and he swayed along. 

“Just have fun with it and experiment.” You told him. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” Hongjoong pulled his sleeves up and began to work. The atmosphere became very serious with all of you focusing on your task. Even Mingi was leaning forward, a serious look on his face. 

“I would try it with less bass and more snare.” Hongjoong said after listening to the track. 

“Go ahead.” You nodded to him to start. 

After working for a while, you decided to take a break. You grabbed a drink from the mini fridge you finally had set up in your studio. You encouraged the two males to choose their own drinks since there were different kinds in there. Then you all sat down together, with them on the couch and you still in your comfy working chair, to talk. 

“Are you okay? We saw the news article... That was you, right? With Dean sunbaenim.” Hongjoong asked.

“Oh yeah. It’s not a big deal. We’re friends but haven’t seen each other in a bit so we all met up as a group. At least no one recognised it as me. I mean, you guys would have because you kind of know what I look like.” You laughed.

“That’s a relief.” Mingi said.

“Thank you for your concern though. But there’s no need to worry.” You assured, assuming Mingi was referring to you being safe despite the news. 

“We didn’t know you were friends with underground artists. Dean subaenim is very popular and talented.” Hongjoong said.

“I mean, I’ve worked with them a lot more. But Hyuk, he kind of helped me when I was first starting out since he was older and has a lot more experience. So I feel grateful to him.” You shrugged. The two nodded their heads. 

“Other than that, you’ve been here for 2 weeks. How has it been?” Hongjoong changed the subject.

“It’s been good. Not much has changed work wise. But I really appreciate how welcoming all of you have been and the care you have shown despite only knowing me for two weeks.” You said shyly.

“Of course, as long as you’re comfortable here. Like San said, we’re all family here. We help each other out and care for one another.” Hongjoong smiled warmly, making you feel even more embarrassed. You were not always the best with expressing feelings and emotions. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had someone care so much for me before.” You said in passing with a laugh. But the sad looks Hongjoong and Mingi sent you made you retract your statement.

“Ah, no! I don’t- I’m not saying I-” You shook your hands as you grew flustered.

“It’s okay.” Mingi comforted. You chewed on your bottom lip behind your mask, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“W-We should get back to work if we want to end soon.” You pointed to the desk, immediately turning around and wheeling yourself back, so they wouldn’t see your face and you wouldn’t have to meet their eyes. 

You continued to work with Hongjoong as he fine tuned it. Even if he was just adding a beat, you admired how focused and determined he was. He was a perfectionist.

“So, any lyric ideas yet?” Your question was directed at Mingi after seeing him type away on his phone. Your eyes remained on the screen as you added Hongjoong’s beat with some editing.

“Is this an Ateez song?” He blinked.

“It can be. Nothing is set in stone. Just wanted to know if you were inspired or something. Or think there’s a theme to go with the song.” You shrugged. 

“I only asked that because if it is an Ateez song, I would have to write lyrics that can reflect all the members like their style of conveying words. It is different if I was writing for someone else or for myself.” He explained. You nodded your head, processing his rationale. It did make sense and you felt bad for assuming he meant anything negative. 

“I’ve never written lyrics before. It feels too... personal.” You chuckled. 

“You’ve never tried?” Hongjoong asked.

“Of course I’ve tried. Some entertainment companies want the whole package, beat, melody and lyrics for their artists to use. But I think similar to what Mingi said, it’s... for the lack of a better word, vulnerable.” You said.

“I agree. I think there’s a perception that we just pour feelings onto paper and write out whatever emotional line there is. But we also have to know what feelings to separate.” Mingi added.

“Alright, let’s listen to this again.” You pressed play and the 3 of you listened intently. Only when it ended, you saw the smile on Hongjoong’s face.

“I think we got it.” He chuckled. You nodded in agreement excitedly. When music works well, it is one of the most satisfying, heart warming, rewarding thing ever. 

“It’s great. I like it.” Mingi nodded in approval. 

“Good job.” Hongjoong reached out and patted your head, a soft smile on his head. It was something you grew comfortable with him doing. He was really like an older brother and working with him was a breeze, considering the two of you had similar working styles and personalities. 

“It’s thanks to you two. Ah, I’m so happy.” You leaned your head back with a blissful sigh.

“I didn’t do anything. It was all you and the captain.” Mingi shook his head. 

“Your thoughts and opinions helped improve it, Mingi ah. It was good that you tagged along today.” Hongjoong said and you nodded. You saw Mingi blush at Hongjoong’s words, looking away shyly. 

~

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[fallingdownhell]

Zhongli x fem reader's first time 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Now this will be interesting👀

Pairing: Zhongli x female reader

Content: female bodied reader; she/her pronouns for reader; virginity loss; first time; praise; penetration; use of nicknames; a little bit of overstimulation; multiple orgasms

Word count: 1,7k words

Have fun reading! I know I did while writing this..

Minors do NOT interact!

You threw your head back into the pillow as you felt another one of his fingers enter you, adding a bit more to your pain.

The intrusion felt foreign, it wasn't like anything you have ever felt before, making you feel uncomfortable.

A single tear escaped your eyes, rolling down your cheek. Not even a second after, you felt Zhongli's soft lips on your cheek, kissing the tear away.

"Are you alright, darling? Do you need me to stop?", he asked you, leaning closer to you, studying your face and reactions thoroughly. You managed to open your eyes, looking at him.

His eyes held so much love and adoration for you. You knew that if you were to ask him to stop this, he would do so, no questions asked, no matter how much he was yearning for release himself.

You could see through the outlines of his pants how hard he was, clearly turned on by this. Apart from his pants, he was naked as well, only keeping them on to not pressure you into doing anything you didn't want to do, as well as to not intimidate you with his size.

You took a few deep breaths in and out, before shaking your head.

"N-no.. I want to.. keep going.", you said with a shaky voice, the pain gradually ebbing off, turning into pleasure instead.

Zhongli didn't move again immediately. Instead, he took a few more moments to look at you, confirming that you actually meant it, before he began moving his two long fingers inside of you again, moving them in and out in a slow, steady pace.

You closed your eyes again at the feeling, squinting them as you threw an arm over your mouth, trying to stiffle the noises that threatened to escape you. It would have worked if it weren't for Zhongli suddenly attacking your sensitive neck with his own lips, kissing the skin there.

A soft moan slipped past your lips and you started to finally relax a little bit into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his fingers inside your hole. Then, in the next second, you felt some pressure on your clit as well, as he moved his thumb over it, slowly circling it, adding more to your pleasure.

You sucked in a breath at the feeling, having never felt pleasure like this before in your life. Feeling Zhongli smile against the skin of your neck, he pulled back a bit to pull you into a deep, passionate kiss.

Relaxing even more into his loving touch, he increased the stimulation he was putting on your clit, making you moan into the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, you tried to catch your breath again, suddenly feeling a third finger prodding at your entrance.

"That's it, my love. Just relax for me, it's gonna be alright.", Zhongli whispered against your ear, kissing the shell of it before wandering down to your neck again, sucking a mark there.

You tried your best to listen to him, but you couldn't help clamping up a bit at the intrusion. Zhongli, obviously noticing this, began slowly circling one of your nipples with his free hand, playing with your breast, while going down and licking the other with his tongue.

Thanks to the added, pleasurable feeling, you ease up more, making it easier for him to move his fingers inside of you. Now, his slow, steady pace started to pick up more and more, as he was now also stroking your clit in earnest.

He let out a deep moan against your skin, feeling you clamp down on his fingers. He couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if it was his cock instead..

He started moving faster and faster as your moans increased in volume, determined to make you come at least once before he would think about his own pleasure, even though his dick was aching for attention by now.

"Z-Zhongli.. I..I'm-", you got cut off by yet another one of your moans. Moving your hips against him, helping him in moving his long fingers inside of you. He was hitting just right every time he thrusted into you again and again, and his thumb moving on your clit just made this so much better.

Your hands gripped his hair, holding his face pressed against your breasts, not that he minded though. He was already in heaven, seeing you like this, knowing that he was making you feel this good, only made his chest swell with pride even more.

"Yes. You're doing so good for me, darling. Do it, come for me." His words were muffled against your skin, but you were still able to understand him just fine.

As if his words were the last straw you didn't know you needed, you were suddenly overrun with immense pleasure as your whole body began to tremble and twitch in his hold. You were clamping down on his fingers as the pleasure just seemed to get more and more.

Zhongli moaned against your skin, a deep sound vibrating through your body as he felt you release on his fingers. He continued moving his hand, prolonging your orgasm, helping you get the most out of it.

Once he felt you relax against the mattress, breathing heavily, he carefully pulled his fingers out of your pussy and climbed up so that he was now towering over you. He looked down at you, your expression undescribable to him, tears running down your cheeks but he knew they were caused by the pleasure.

He admired you for a few more moments before leaning down and capturing your lips into a kiss again. You were still a bit out of it, but you soon came back to your senses.

He was moving on top of you, his still clothed erection pressing against you, making you let out another moan at the feeling, confirming to you how much he was enjoying this himself.

Your hands moved from his shoulders down to the waistband of his pants, slowly pulling it down along with his underwear, leaving him completely naked as well now.

He broke off the kiss, looking down at you, seeing how you were eyeing him. He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips as he leaned down to give you a loving peck on your forehead.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll be careful. If ever you feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to tell me, alright?"

You nodded, bracing yourself, knowing that it would most likely hurt. Zhongli noticed this, giving you a few other reassuring pecks on your face as he took a hold of his cock, giving it a few quick pumps, then lining himself up with your hole.

He looked into your eyes, making you look at him so that you would focus on him, then slowly started pushing into you.

You immediately squinted your eyes closed at the feeling. He was so much bigger than three of his fingers. It was uncomfortable and it hurt, but not enough that you wanted him to stop.

So, you took a deep breath, trying to force your body to relax and nodded, signaling for him to continue. However, he didn't move right away again. Instead, he reached down between your bodies, rubbing your clit, assisting you in making you relax again.

It helped, you started to loosen up more and he started to slide the rest of his cock inside you. Once he was finally all the way inside, you felt so full. You knew he was big, but you would have never thought that it would feel like this. Like your entire body was filled to the brim with just him..

A single tear escaped your eyes again, and Zhongli leanded down to capture it again, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Are you alright, my love?"

You nodded again, gradually getting used to the feeling of his cock inside your pussy, slowly getting turned into pleasure.

"Y-you can.. move.", you told him with a shaky voice, bracing yourself again.

He did as your requested, starting out slow and steady. He pulled out almost all the way, leaving only his tip inside of you, before thrusting in again in one quick, smooth motion.

Zhongli burried his face into the crook of your neck, panting loudly, but otherwise, no noises left him except for a groan here and there.

His thrusts gradually became faster at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him. It was even better than he had imagined before. You were obviously struggling with his size and somehow, that only excited him even more.

You hooked your legs behind him, your arms throwing themselves around his shoulders, holding him in this position. He wasn't able to move away from you anymore, not that he would ever want that in the first place.

He placed one hand into your hair, making you arch your neck so that he could mark you up there, while his other hand continued to rub circles into your clit.

Seeing as you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, you were already close again.

"Ahh! Z-Zhongli! I'm- I'm close!", you tried telling him, hoping that he might slow down so you could enjoy this for a bit longer. However, he only increased the speed of his thrusts at this, rubbing your clit even harder than he had before.

"Mmm, me too, darling. I'm close too.", he spoke against your skin then continued to mark you up like it wasn't enough already.

You wanted to say something else, but in the next second, pleasure overtook you again as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. You cried out, moaning at the intensity of it all, your body trembling as the walls of your pussy clamped down on his cock over and over.

Zhongli let out a deep groan at the feeling, making a few more thrusts into your pussy before pulling out. He came all over your stomach, painting it in white.

You were both breathing heavily, exhausted. Zhongli fell down next to you on the mattress, pulling you close against his chest. He really wanted to get up and get a towel for you so he could clean you up.

But right now, he needed to feel close to you first, tell you how good you made him feel and how much he loved you, before he would take care of your every need. After all, he devoted himself to you, so he would take care of you, no matter what you needed of him...

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[sonofatoasterwaffle]

Port in a Storm

“Hey, Buck, could you-“ Hen's hitting the top step when he hisses back “Shh!” 

She glances at Chimney for a sanity check, considering cuffing the back of Buck’s head for that, but he’s sitting on the couch, stock still, Eddie snoring gently against Buck’s shoulder. “Can’t move.” He explains.

Hen has to chuckle. “He’s not a cat, buck” 

She drops into the armchair closest to him, and he stops scrolling his phone with his free hand to look at her. “If I’m a golden retriever, Eddie is most definitely a cat.”

Chim nods like he can’t argue as he takes the seat across from them. “Hates attention except when he doesn’t, very protective over his young, great hair.” He counts off each thing as he says it. 

Hen supposes she doesn’t disagree. “He’s not sleeping at home right now, is he?” 

Buck sighs. “Based on the twitter links he’s been sending in the middle of the night, it seems like no.” 

Eddie, for his part, seems well and truly out. He’s sprawled low on the couch, boots bumping up against the coffee table, head lolled to the right against Buck and his arm slung over Buck’s leg, fingers curled under Buck’s knee like he’s afraid his human pillow might abandon him. “Has he been like this since I went to run flashcards?” 

“I literally can’t feel my arm.” Buck admits, but it doesn’t sound like he has any intention of moving. 

“You gotta feel for the guy.” Chim says, biting into a muffin from a batch someone left earlier this week. “Kid at home, dealing with grief, dealing with us.” 

Hen hums. At least he’s not alone, she thinks, catching the soft look in Buck’s eyes as he glances down at Eddie. She’s not sure if those two will ever realize what they have, but she supposes it doesn’t really matter as long as they don’t give it up. “So, you can’t help me move the medical supplies shipment.” 

“Performing a public service, here, Hen.” 

Chim snickers something about exactly what kind of servicing Buck would like to do for Eddie, but he’s resolutely ignored. Hen supposes Buck’s right. High-strung Eddie is annoying and sleep-deprived Eddie is pathetic and both at once makes her parenting instincts flare up like crazy, so it’s better for all of them if he gets a little rest. Even at the expense of Buck’s circulation. 

Eddie murmurs something in Spanish, nuzzles his nose into Buck’s neck and breathes deep. Buck’s as red as the ladder truck but he still doesn’t move, except to flip Chim off. “Leave him alone.” 

Chim throws up his hands, still grinning. “Easy, loverboy, I’m not coming for your man.” 

And Buck looks absolutely murderous but he’s powerless to stop Chimney from snapping a picture. He does leave the finger up for it. “I could easily throw you.” He threatens when his phone chimes with the inevitable group chat notification. 

“But Maddie would be so sad if you murdered me.” 

“Yeah, maybe you should think about that before doing murder-worthy shit.” 

Eddie stirs a little, and Buck relaxes back into the couch, free hand reaching over to thumb over Eddie's arm, and he immediately settles. “You guys are so gross I love it.” Chim crows, snapping another photo. 

“At some point, he’s gonna wake up, and then you’re gonna have to start running.” 

Hen goes back to her flashcards. Chim’s on his own with that one, she’s not taking the bullet for teasing she didn’t get to do. She gives Buck a sympathetic smile when he grouses “I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?” 

“Price you pay for being such a good best friend.” 

Buck rolls his eyes at her intoned best friend. “You’re on my list, too.” 

“Finally.” Bobby says in relief when he sweeps into the kitchen to start prep. "I was about to cut him loose if he didn't chill out." He points at Buck. “Don’t move.” 

“That’s what I said!” 

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#9-1-1 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck/eddie #buddie #Hen POV #just a little brain worm that's been squirming around in my head #hen wilson #chimney han #everyone knows they're in love except buck and eddie #drabble #Chimney is me and I am him

[throwingmetothelions]

It’s so important that you read this disclaimer/TWs. I am a southern woman and I will be until I die. When I was a CW major for a decade almost all I wrote were southern gothic pieces, and this does not read like any fic I’ve posted here. This is very much Auntie V’s old writing style. I am taking you to my roots. The other main character in this piece is black. This is your one reminder that I am a black woman. Don’t start no shit - won’t be no shit in terms of my descriptions. Second - I really kinda put a spotlight on Noah at his lowest as far as my writing goes in the beginning. There are a few potentially triggering mental health allusions; some regarding hygiene, and I just wanted to make sure you understand that you aren’t alone. TW: Religious talk, mental health decline, one singular mention of a baby dying with no details, blood mentioned right after that. Oral sex f receiving, D/S dynamic if you squint. I would actually go as far as to say there's a smatter of angst up in this bitch. Supernatural shit. Noah kinda spirals toward the end and slips into madness. Absolute smut because it's me and I have never written anything else here. Let’s get spooky. WC: 6k (I chopped it a lil bit so that’s why it’s all one) 

NoahxOC? Is she really my OC? You be the judge.

It’s been exactly three hours and forty-one minutes since Noah decided that if that one dude in Pirates of The Caribbean could become one with the ship, he could become one with his mattress. No coral or sea stars to adorn him for the rest of his ever, just sweat and a little bit of deodorant, but nothing pretty. Thinks maybe he’ll turn to dust or something easily sweepable. No words and barely breathing. Continues inhaling the smell of incense he didn't light, and swallowing down saliva and self pity. Continues laying. Wallowing. Hits the play button on his memory bank and lets the hate scroll behind his purpling eyelids. 

“It’s all autotune”.

“He was so shaky at the Cleveland show dude idk”.

“They started all that mysterious bullshit with the masks and the no socials and his vocals went to shit immediately. Fuckin’ wild”.

“Noah needs to let Jolly just …” 

A well aimed throw from Nicholas ends with a pen hitting Noah in the middle of his back. “Snap the fuck out of it dawg. Since when have you listened to what people say about your singing? It ain’t true and you know damn well I’d tell you if it was,” Nick sighed as he leaned his acoustic against the desk. There isn’t much to say here. Nicholas has been there, albeit never there in the physical sense of not bathing for over a week and ignoring his best friend’s phone calls until the aforementioned friend threatened him with a welfare check from either him, or the cops. 

People often forget that “blood is thicker than water” is a bastardized phrase. “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” but it is not thicker than the knots that Nick spent an hour combing from Noah’s matted locks after he threw him in the shower and helped him scrub yesterday. Do not speak to Nicholas Ryan about that fucking covenant. He wrote the anthology and dedicated it to Noah long ago. 

“Remember the story your grandma used to tell us when we were younger? Robert Johnson? Maybe you can just sell your soul to a demon and bam. Never miss a note again in your life,” he pokes the last vowel into Noah’s kneecap as he tries to lift the soggy and molded blanket of depression off of that moment. Off of his best bud. “I’m telling you bro, it’s - it’s real. I feel like it really happened,” Nicholas cuts his eyes to Noah for a split second before continuing to thumb the strings of his guitar.

“You also felt like you had Covid that one time, but it was just the jalapenos on that sandwich fucking with your tastebuds so …" Noah dismisses Nick’s 2 AM Red Bull fueled theories and rolls over on the bed to face him. “Besides. If that shit was true I would have done it ages ago,” he chuckles a little bit, and the clearing in his throat reminds him that he hasn’t done that in awhile. 

—---

I ain't goin’ to state no color 

“The lynch mobs ran his family outta town when he was a boy. Been a travellin’ man against his will his whole life. Learned to play in a dark graveyard, though the dead can hear like us”. 

But her front teeth is crowned in gold

“Went by many names, Robert did. Women and whiskey stole his soul long before he sold it to the devil at them crossroads. Only a beast would howl the blues like that”.

She got a mortgage on my body

“His wife and baby died bloody and hollerin’. They wouldn’t let him see the child that lived for that. Your loved ones are never spared from your debts, child”. 

And a lien on my soul

“He was poisoned like a field mouse in a corner basement. Ulcers in his throat where the demons took their chords back one by one. May death be kinder now.” 

—---

Noah shudders at the mental reel of his grandmother spinning that story from her recliner like a textile through her vein-blued fingers. He doesn’t hold on to many memories of her, and knowing that Nicholas is holding them for him settles in his gut like concrete blocks on the ocean floor. May death be kinder now.

“I think it works anywhere too. Johnson held up a guitar at the crossroad and the devil just popped up. I believe in you,” Nicholas whispered the last sentence while catching Noah’s knuckles with the flat of his palm. “I’m going to bed dude. Taking the couch because if you kick that one spot on my shin again I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he bites through a yawn as he drags himself over to the couch by the door. The unspoken knowledge that he would just be there until Noah was Noah again laid itself over the pair along with the dark as the LEDs timer faded out. 

—---

The alarm on his phone vibrated under Noah’s pillow an hour later. 

Gently kicking the blanket off of his body, he turned it off and put the flashlight on the lowest possible brightness. Through the white haze he could make out Nick’s chest as it swelled and fell with quiet breaths. No snores to give away his slumber, but his cracked mouth and the arm hanging down to the carpet told Noah that he was knocked, so his plan was still greenlit. 

Listen. If anyone asked Noah - yeah, it was a weird fucking time to be taking a walk, but his mental health was in the fucking gutter and he’d happily have his band mates vouch for that if he got into trouble. A 3:30 AM walk was better than no walk at all. Fresh air was better than the stale and dust-littered cloud that hung in his bedroom that he’d been choking on for god knows how long. Stretching his arms into his faded navy hoodie (no shirt because they were all in desperate need of some laundry detergent and some scrubbing) and stepping into some gray joggers, Noah gently padded across the floor and thanked some God that the door was cracked already. He patted his pockets: phone, knife, lighter, cigs, keys. He popped his feet into some slides, opened the front door, and Noah Sebastian took off into a humid Appalachian night. 

The stars looked something like crumbs swept from a placemat in their scattering. 

Fireflies peeked through bushes like sun does clouds, and they swirled the same.

Noah thinks thoughts that adults would. This new asphalt they paved looks great. Glad the holes are gone. Anything to keep his brain moving. Not stuck. It’s kinda hot for this time of year. I guess August is still considered summer, though.

See, the rollercoaster of fame was something Noah had been standing in line for since he was 13. He’d been growing and stretching and waiting his turn, but he hadn’t anticipated the steep incline to success. All the eyes were on him all the time, and the urge to spread them around and give them to his bandmates had never been stronger. He thought he wanted this, but the critics came on strong and took the form of delusional children on the internet wavelengths from reality. He felt like shit because, at this point, his arch nemesis was probably a twelve year old that had never seen a concert and he was the grown man assclown that let it get to him. 

Noah had been bracing himself for the inevitable drop that must come, but the only thing he knew for certain was that he absolutely couldn’t handle it. If it all came speeding down and stopped with screeching brakes and smokey sparks, he wouldn’t be the one in control and going off the rails with it all seemed like his only out.

Shaking his head from the fog, he noticed that the jagged white line of paint on the side of the road seemed to fade out. He pins it on a bit of “lazy painters” and a lot of “not my fuckin problem”.

Keep walking. 

His complaint about the heat must have been heard by some alien brainworm because he’s suddenly quite grateful for the hoodie and the breeze that rummages through the leaves like a searching hand in a kitchen drawer. Feels good. 

Keep walking.

The cicadas had stopped screeching. The noise, akin to a violin being played after all of its strings have broken, was gone. Maybe all things must sleep. Maybe they got picked up by an owl. May death be kinder now. Head down. Hood up.

Keep walking. 

Head up. Hood down.

There is no dot of red inside a white paint can, there is no water droplet in an inferno, and Noah is certain that there is no fucking desert in the middle of Richmond, Virginia. 

And yet. 

He finds himself staring out at nothing. There is sand, and clay, something red and dusty and on the horizon there is nothing. Noah whips his head backward and sees the same scene behind him. The road was narrow now, and there was another narrow road of black going straight through it a few feet in front of him. No street signs. Nothing. He rubbed his eyes with his palms as one would if they were waking up from a bad dream, but when his lids opened again he found that nothing changed. Same dirty slides, same clothes, same desert of nothing. Noah walked forward. His steps felt real, and his stomach immediately started to ache. He remembered the story. Remembered the absolute conviction and strength in his grandmother’s voice and teeth when she told him that the crossroads come to you when you need them the most. 

She pointed her finger at him in a way that Southern women do when she told him that praying and practicing, Jesus and magic, and your footpath and your heart’s blood compass could all align somewhere in this world. “All the trees aint your friends, and they keep their secrets in the Spanish moss”.

 Noah grew up on gravel, backwoods revivals, and a fear of God that was overcome through alcohol fueled tears and some screams ripped from his chest by the man himself. Maybe God took a rib as payment, and maybe he yelled like Adam. He didn’t have long to think, because the tornado of realization and helplessness took him down to his knees. The blacktop dug into his skin as he threw his head back. Noah didn’t know what he was feeling, but he had accepted some sort of … fate? Was it fate? Did he deserve whatever was about to happen, and what did he do? Why did it seem like this road was lit up by stadium lights that he couldn't see? Questions on questions, so he closes his eyes once more, places his palms on the tops of his thighs, leans his head back so the ends of his hair brush his heels, and he parts his lips.Tries to breathe. He did not repent in his last moments, but there were pictures floating of Jolly, Nicholas, Nick, and there were late nights and popsicles and beer cans and being young and dying young and that’s all very okay. Noah’s life was okay. May death be kinder now. 

All of a sudden, Noah felt two slender fingers slip past his lips, glide over his tongue, and purposefully gag the shit out of him. He felt cold rings catch behind his front teeth as the owner tried to wrench the fingers back from the wet of his mouth. His eyes flew open with immediate tears as he sputtered and coughed - the fit his reflexes threw landed him on his ass with one arm bracing himself. He hums and spits and jerks his head back and forth. His nose burns now. 

“What the fuck,” he yells as he glares up. Noah catches a glimpse of the veins in his hand as they pop and flare under his tense skin. 

“That’s a naughty word, boy,” the figure blew smoke from its mouth with every word effectively stopping Noah from seeing it clearly. It threw the cigarette to the side and cocked its head. “Try ya words again,” it spoke slowly. 

With the smoke haze gone, Noah got a better look at what he was sharing this space with. If he wasn’t already on the ground he might have been sent there again. His eyes started from the ground up, and they turned around and went down from her head again so no detail would be missed.

She was at least six feet tall. She stood barefoot, toes painted honeycomb yellow and some symbols tattooed on the tops of her feet. Gold anklets, bangles, and various types of black cord wrapped each ankle. Her legs were long and brown like cattails, and they spoke to unearthly strength as she stood flat footed. 

Noah couldn’t stop himself from memorizing the way the stretch marks on her exposed hips moved like sawgrass on a marsh plain when she shifted her weight. She wore a tattered skirt made of dull black leather and some other sort of hide. Her stomach pudged over the sides of her skirt, and he saw the same symbols her feet carried spread across it. Her chest was hidden by a bandeau made of the same black leathery material, but Noah caught the curve and fall of her tits and committed them to memory immediately. Her skin was the color of cassava and it held a sparkle. It could have been a sheen of sweat or something ethereal. Her arms ended in hands that held scars, a black hobo bag, and the same tattoos. Her fingertips were ink black, and her fingernails were short, and the same goldish yellow as her toes. Golden rings covered in ash and gems clung tightly to her digits, and her hair was piled high on her head; a beehive weaved of black locs adorned with glittering beads and small animal bones that hung and fell with the breeze surrounding them. Noah still swears he saw a Carolina wolf spider crawl around one. Her face. Her face was composed of freckled cheeks, sharp eyes the color of pitch, and that same mysterious tattooed symbol on the bridge of her nose. The plumped two-toned lips she had curled into a smile and revealed the gold capped fangs on her canines. A forked tongue shot out and licked over one, and he couldn’t help but assume it was some sort of warning. 

“Try ya words. Again,” she spoke. 

“This shit can’t be real,” Noah mumbled as he leaned his forehead on the palm of his hand. “Who are you and what the fuck is going on?”

She chuckled and shook her head at him, her necklaces rattled as she explained, “I am … well, the humans call me a few names. I know who you are though, Noah,” she sneered again as his pupils blew open. 

At this point, he was ready to swing on whatever the fuck this thing was. She was a deadly brand of unconventional gorgeous that brought the fog right back to his brainspace, but he’d convinced himself that it wasn’t considered hitting a girl if that girl was some ancient all knowing being.

“They call me ‘The Tempter,’ ‘The Accuser,’ ‘Belial,’ ‘Satan,’ among others. I’ve never been one for formalities, love. Call me Luci. I am the one that they presumably told you to fear,” she said as she knelt down to Noah’s eye level. “... boo,” her fingers wiggled around her face as small flames erupted from the tips.

“You’re - you’re the …” he stuttered as if he’d been backhanded.

“The …” her eyebrows raised with the octave of her voice.

“The fucking devil? I’m gonna pass the fuck out. This isn’t … you’re not real. You’re not real. This isn’t fucking real,” Noah rose to his feet from shaking knees. Every childhood Sunday was spent under a weather-beaten willow tree memorizing historic ways to shame the devil. To shame her. There was no pulling him out of this dream state, though he wished to hell and back that Nicholas would. He was sure his body should be flailing if it was still on the bed at all. Surely Nick could hear the curdling screams he was trying to emit. 

Luci brought a hand to Noah’s now tear streaked face, black smoke rising around them in billows. “Nicholas is - he is not going to make this decision for you. There’s nothing to be saved from because you’re not dreaming. I think you know why I’m here Noah. I know what it feels like to fall from grace, and I can pull you back from that ledge. You have somethin’ that I need, and it’s just a snap of the fingers,” she delivered a gleaming half smile and a raised eyebrow.   

Was his soul that valuable? And why did the preachers leave out that the devil watches people like some sort of demonic pervert? Was she just a demonic pervert? 

“I resent that,” she frowns over at him. “Trying to stop me from reading your thoughts is kinda   dumb. Blueberry muffins, Pepsi, fuzzy blankets … grass flip flops?” 

Noah decided that if he talked words with his mouth that his brain wouldn’t think too hard. Maybe. He’d accepted death twice that night already, and his music was his reason for breathing. Figured if his music career advanced, if he won, and he took the boys with him that … well, that all of his important things would be safe. No one could harm them. Call it selfish and narcissistic, but he felt that there was quite literally nothing on this mortal coil that he would be afraid to lose aside from them. As painful as it hit him, this wasn’t the first time he’d thought about this so there was no split second decision here. “So … what do I have to do to keep from falling? Like … to keep the fame?” 

Luci wasn’t taken aback at how expeditious he was with his decision. She’d been tasting the drive and hunger that he held in his chest for years through the atmospheric ether, and she craved it. He was so much more powerful than he would ever know, and she cursed his maker for the insecurities he plagued him with. They were insecurities that Noah thought she’d caused for a long time, and it couldn’t have been further from the truth. She was never the harbinger of the dark that nestled in his ligaments. “It’s not the way you think. It’s a bit more … personal and up close,” she mused as they looked each other dead in the eye - crow’s feather black to cracked chestnut brown. Luci reached a hand out and placed it on Noah’s flushed cheek. “Now,” she licked his pulse point, “I will give, and you will do the taking. I will speak, and you listen,” her voice flows out with another puff of smoke, and the smell of burning pine straw floats between them.

Noah mentally thumbs through the brain file labeled “Dumb As Fuck Things That Nick Folio Said While High,” and his mind pulls the page titled “Fear Boners,” to reference his current state. The devil was always shown as hot, but the realization that she was a leather-wearing tribal goddess that could kill him with a singular blink was a lot. May death be kinder now. This information was apparently well received by his conscience, and his cock.

Noah swears he feels her jagged fingernails carve a home in the nape of his neck, but her hands remain on her curved hips. He can make out whips and whirls of some sort of mist floating around her fingers. He feels his sweat dampened lips part open as the pressure around his throat increases and her stance stays the same. Unwavering and violently sure of herself, Luci relaxes the hold and speaks.

“Take it off,” she doesn’t ask. The devil doesn’t ask when she can smell how desperate someone is for her unholy helping hands. 

He makes quick work of throwing his hoodie to the eastern wind, and he had a hand in the band of his sweatpants before it stopped him. It - that misty glitter magic she was using … “The Force,” or whatever the shit from Star Wars was. Is she where they got the idea for - regardless. Luci’s magic brought his hand to a halt. 

She lifted her foot up and tapped the asphalt they stood on, her bangles gently clattering. The hard surface of black grit became a softer patch of Kentucky bluegrass; green, lush, and dew sprinkled. Luci walked behind Noah and let her hands wander down his torso. She stopped to pluck at his already hardened nipple, and the goosebumps Noah had been pricked with seemed to multiply. 

Her fingertips danced over the happy trail Noah was suddenly made well aware that he had. The feeling of her magic and the warm southern breeze twirling through the light hairs there told Noah that she might break him, and that he would beg for nothing less. “That’s a good portrait of Grim,” Luci quips as she moves to kneel at Noah’s feet, “we go way back,” her golden fangs scrape the tattoo that spreads across Noah’s torso. 

“Fuck yes,” he groans as his hips buck up at nothing. 

Luci drags his pants down his legs slowly, just enough to let the band catch on the head of his dick before letting his cock spring up to smack against his stomach. She wanted to hear that hiss she knew Noah kept under his tongue. “Tell ya what,” her forked tongue darted out to catch the small pearl of precum that had gathered at Noah’s untouched tip, “I’m gonna have my fun, and you’re gonna let me know why you deserve to be up at the tippity-top where the angels play, hmm?”

She rose to her feet and met Noah’s eyes again. One finger underneath his chin, the smell of the pine straw again, and the gathering mist were enough to bring his mouth forward and onto hers. He moaned so deeply it would have been some type of embarrassing if he was anywhere else, but the feeling of sucking in her plump bottom lip and licking over her teasing tongue with his own was sending Noah to a different plane of feel-good. 

Luci pulled away before she snapped her fingers and brought about a chair from some other universe. Nothing remarkable about it, Noah thinks, just plain brown wood. It looked like the broken seats that he’d seen off to the side of his grandma’s kitchen. No use sitting on it - those seats were for old newspapers and grocery bags and not the devil, but what the hell did he know? “Ya mouth may not always sing perfect, but you can come show me what else it can do,” she crooked a finger at him and pulled him over and to his knees in front of her. She sat in the chair and with a dismissive wave of her hand, her skirt caught the wind. Luci leaned back and spread her thighs open. 

Noah knelt in a way that said that no object forged by man would keep his body down, and levitating up to her spread before him would be the only honorable end to this. May death be kinder now. He took in the glistening lips, the way the brown gave way to the pink of her core, and the way that his tongue felt magnetized to that spot. “Looks like honey,” he mumbled as wrapped an arm under each thigh and pulled Luci to the edge of her seat. Noah brought his mouth about two inches away from her cunt. He took in the dark patch of curls above her slit, the way that they faded where her puffy lips started, and the way that he knew he’d have to work to get to the heart of her. 

Luci reached a hand down and used her middle and index fingers to spread herself further. Gathering a string of slick, she dangled it above Noah’s now open mouth and like a traveler finding water in the Atacama he took it down with a groan. Tasted like honey and something dark. “Come talk to her. Tell her why you deserve it all,” Luci threads her hand through Noah’s hair and beckons him forward with a tug. 

The tip of Noah’s tongue applies so little pressure that you wouldn’t have known he made contact with her folds if she hadn’t arched her back off the chair. “I uhm. I think I deserve it because,” he pauses to give her clit a kiss, savoring the way that her bud fit perfectly between his pursed lips, “because I know I've given this all that I have to give. I’ve already given it my heart and soul,” he licks around it in a wide circle before stopping his sentence with one more peck. 

“Keep going,” Luci mumbles as she lets her head roll back. Her locs fell around her as she let him worship her pussy. Feminine power brought the best of these mortal men to their knees, and she was not new to this. What she wasn’t prepared for was the stark smell of his yearning. This one didn’t just want to trade his soul for fame like the rest. A few touches below the belt and they were too bound by greed to be of any use at all. Luci couldn’t smell the green of that greed at all. Not just brimstone and hot guilt … he was all jasmine and cold water, moonbeams and sawgrass. Noah smelled like all he wanted to do was stay down on his knees with his lips on her lips, and it made her veins swell. She was losing her grip on her own magic, and bowing to the mercy of his. 

“And I think that the world needs to hear my voice,” Noah sucked one of her lips into his mouth and softly pulled while she pushed his face further into her pussy. His hands gathered as much of her ample thighs as they could, and his fingertips pressed into the muscles until small circles formed. Anything to ground himself and keep him from floating up to the wispy clouds where his head already was. “And I think that I’m multi-talented. I write and produce my own shit ya know,” he brings her throbbing clit back between his lips, starts a slow suckling pace, and moans from the back of his throat. Noah’s eyes close, and the only thing that changes his rhythm is Luci’s bucking. 

She brings her feet up from the grass to the rungs on the bottom of the chair and uses the leverage to lift her ass off the seat a bit. “Yes. Lick that fucking pussy,” she grits from behind clenched teeth as she brings both hands to his head and grinds her hips into his busy mouth. She was gone. The feeling of Noah working over her pussy with an expertise only found before in the mouths of gods was all but too much. “You're gonna make me cum on that tongue. Please make me cum on your tongue,” Luci feels the muscles in her upper back flex as she continues the filthy pace she’s set against his face.

Noah can feel her wetness spreading across his cheeks and down his chin as she does so. He knows he could drown in it, and he left the graceful art of giving two fucks back at home. This entire time he’s been ignoring the ache in his dick - scared that, at this point, he might be so hard that it would literally hurt to touch. In another universe, if this was some sort of sleep paralysis episode, he knew he’d wake up covered in his own dried cum. Wondered if he’d wake Nick up with the moans because he was probably humping the mattress, or fucking against the blanket. 

Noah didn’t have to beg for her orgasm with his words. The burn in his bent knees, the panting breath he hadn’t been able to catch since her juices hit his lips, and the act of accepting of a distinguished death by drowning screamed at her - yelled with all their might to flood plains in the way that monsoons do. 

Luci braced herself with one hand on the back of his head, and one hand gripping the side of the chair with such force the wood splintered. She came with a hard roll of her hips and a cry that could have stretched from one asteroid to another - wide and ringing. She thinks, for sure, that she obtained some humanity through it all. She offered Noah communion in a new way, and let him thank her for the gifts in a sense. Blood and body. May death be kinder now.

Noah never let her thighs go, but he traded his grounding grip for patterns rubbed in softly by satisfied hands. “I’m not saying I thought about it before, but the movies ain’t got shit on this”, Noah licked the inner crease of her thigh with a restless tongue and delighted in the jolt. He watched her regain her breath and thought about how, no matter the outcome, the power trip he’d just taken wouldn’t be matched. He, Noah Sebastian Davis, had made the devil herself fall apart underneath him. He was a force of nature that wasn’t to be questioned. He was the fucking king. 

He remained knelt at this altar. 

Devotion be damned, this one was holy to him. 

That old song tangled through his bones like the veins on an arrowplant leaf. Noah could hear it thrum internally as it traveled around his chest cavity and flew behind his eyes. 

I ain't goin’ to state no color 

But her front teeth is crowned in gold

She got a mortgage on my body

And a lien on my soul 

Thank you! We may see a part 2 if enough of you ask for it? But that definitely wouldn’t star Noah *cough*. 

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #auntievwroteit #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic

[mushrubes]

Yourself

Masterlist | The last of us masterlist

Requested : No

Prompt 32 “Everything okay? You don’t seem like yourself.”

Pairing : Joel Miller x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns used : You/yours

Type : angst + fluff

Contents : vulnerable Joel, Ellie being a teenager, wholesome, established relationship, age gap

Word count : 773

Have a great day / night!!

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“You alright, kiddo?” Joel asked, turning to face Ellie as Tommy helped guide the man outside. “What is wrong with you?” she asked, leaving him in confusion. “He had no right-” Joel started, Ellie cutting him off once again. “And you do?” she chuckled sarcastically, shaking her head in disbelief at her father figure. “I don’t need your fucking help, Joel.” she finished, giving him one last glare. He looked at her, confused by where this was all coming from and hurt by her words before looking at Dina and back at her. “Right,” he spoke, the sadness and embarrassment clear on his face before he turned away, heading back home and not looking behind him.

—-

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you heard the door open, not expecting Ellie to be back as she had told you she was hanging out with Dina and also not expecting Joel who was with Tommy. He carefully took his boots off, shoving them to the side as he made his way to the bedroom, not saying a word to you. His actions already made your suspicions rise, as it was not normal for him to come in without even saying at least one word to you before he went to freshen up.

Once you had heard the stream of the shower start, you turned the machine on, making a coffee for him and a drink for yourself too, placing them on the table as you waited for him to come back. about ten minutes later, Joel came walking back in, sitting next to you but there was some distance in between as if he was too scared to get close. “Everything okay? You don’t seem like yourself.” you asked softly, eyes laced with concern as you saw the mix of emotions practically steaming off him.

“I’m fine.” he responded bluntly, knowing you wouldn’t drop the subject. You had been with him for years now and dating him for a few months - you could read him like an open book. “Joel…” you sighed, grabbing his hand and brushing your thumb up and down his rough hands. You could’ve sworn you heard your heart break as you saw his eyes well up, tears threatening to spill at any moment. No more words were exchanged for the time being, instead a simple embrace. The second your arms wrapped around him, he had pulled you into his lap and was hiding his head.

“Ellie…” he spoke up, sniffing in between his words as you brushed his tears away and planted kisses on his forehead and cheeks. “She was…with Dina in the bar and,” he paused, taking a deep breath to try and stop himself from getting wound up all over again. “He called them the word. I tried to step in to help but she had a go at me after.” he explained, knowing he didn’t have to say much more for you to catch on about how he was feeling.

Although he doesn’t seem the type, when it came to you and Ellie, he found himself doubting his abilities easily. Whether he was protecting you two, keeping you safe, doing the best - no matter what he did, his mind was telling him he was doing something wrong. “Hey, look at me.” you called, seeing him ingrained in his thoughts. He looked to the side, allowing you to gently pull his head up as he met your eyes. “She most likely didn’t mean it harshly, Joel, she’s just not a kid anymore.” you reminded, trying to comfort him as well as back her up, knowing how she had been feeling lately.

“I know, I just…every time I look at her, I see my Ellie bean and I can’t lose her - she’s my second chance.” he finished, looking up at you with a sad look in his eyes. “You won’t lose her. She can handle herself and even if she can’t, she knows you’ll be there for her.” you assured, having full trust and faith in Joel. If there was one thing that anyone could be sure of, it was that this man would do anything and everything for you and Ellie - no matter what it included. You’d do the same, ready to do anything for him and Ellie.

He leaned forward, looking down at your lips for permission and you nodded, your lips fitting together like missing puzzle pieces. You spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, enjoying the peace. “I love you, Joel.” you whispered, forehead pressed against his as he smiled at you.

“I love you too, darlin’”

#joel #joel x female reader #joel x y/n #joel x you #joel x male reader #joel x reader #joel imagine #joel imagines #joel oneshots #joel oneshot #joel fluff #joel fanfiction #joel ff #joel fic #joel fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagines #joel miller imagine #joel miller oneshots #joel miller oneshot #joel miller one shot #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou

[slafkovskys]

scottie’s definitely a little upset with her aunts and uncles words, but the boys are there to make it better

also i feel like she asks them if she’s ever going to meet their families after they meet hers

“no, declan could not play d,” ryan argues, voice muffled by scottie’s sweatshirt. he had his head head resting on her stomach, arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she carded her fingers through his hair. “kid was born to play goalie.”

“how many goals did he give up?” jimmy chimes from where he was perched in her lilac colored bean bag chair just a few feet away. ryan snorts and jimmy rolls his eyes, “baseball might just have to be his calling, bro.”

“well he’s only been playing for two days-”

“scottie, what do you think?” jimmy cuts off his friend. she blinks at the mention of her name and she feels her cheeks burning at him catching her not paying attention. he always picked up on that with her and she hated it. jimmy smirks, “what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

“it’s nothing,” she tries to dismiss it.

“if you don’t tell us, no more kisses,” ryan threatens, pushing himself up to stare at her. she sends him a look because ryan would never, purposefully deny himself nor her of kisses and he deflates, “okay, fine. i’ll eat all of the cinnamon sticks when they get here. and the frosting.”

“spill the beans, baby.”

“it’s stupid,” she mumbles, turning her head to the side to stare at where their bags were waiting by her door. she was taking them to the airport tomorrow and she was trying not to dwell on that thought. she quickly tilts her head up to the ceiling and blinks. she feels the bed dip and she doesn’t even have to question why, she knows the familiar feeling of jimmy’s body beside hers all to well. he carefully grabs onto her head and angles it to look at them. she frowns, “you’ll laugh.”

“have we ever?” jimmy asks softly. his thumb gently runs over her cheek and she feels ryan’s fingers rubbing at her thigh, a reminder that they were both there. that they were both listening. “if it’s bothering you, it’s bothering us.”

“it’s just,” she sighs and both boys raise their eyebrows, “you’ve met all of my family. y’know, you’ve seen my childhood bedroom, i’ve gotten to show you around where i grew up, you met my papa and he likes you. he doesn’t like anyone! but, your families don’t even know that i exist.”

“baby-”

“my mom knows about you,” ryan says quickly and scottie’s eyes go wide, “just, like, the bare minimum. i kind of let it slip one day that i was seeing someone, but she knows of you. i love you too much to not tell her about you.”

“way to make me look like an asshole,” jimmy grunts, “i thought we were protecting her and not saying anything.”

“dude, gigi invited us to thanksgiving,” ryan announces and jimmy’s face twists in confusion, “oh, maybe i got invited to thanksgiving. we’ll have to see if you can come too-”

“i thought that you were embarrassed by me.”

“scottie, i professed my love for you on a sidewalk in florida. we can go downtown and do it again if you want,” ryan offers and she quickly shakes her head.

“i want nothing more than for you to meet my mom. i want to show you where i grew up, my favorite ice cream place. there’s this really cool arcade that i think you would love,” jimmy starts to ramble and ryan agrees, still keeping a hand on her leg, “we just weren’t sure that you were ready for that.”

“i’m not ready for the team to know,” she says quietly and they hum, “but i think i’d like to meet your families, if that’s okay.”

“more than okay, baby. jimmy-”

“already on it.”

#the golden au #jimmy snuggerud #ryan chesley

[healingagoddess]

When no one listens

Request: Maybe something thenamesh?? I don't know something cute and fluffy and the other eternals are so done with them - by anon, thank you so so much 🖤

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Pairing: Thena/Gilgamesh

Words: 792

It is not an everyday thing to find Gilgamesh and Thena so close resting against each other. So, it is hard to pay attention to Ajak’s instructions as two very tired warriors snuggle in the back.

“Stop.” Thena threatens Kingo from afar with her stare.

“I should say the same thing,” he replies back, body fully turning towards them. “What is this that’s going on?”

She looks away and back to Ajak, ignoring him.

At some point during Ajak’s speech Thena rests her head against Gil’s shoulder earning the attention of Druig and Phastos, who just stare at each other like they are in the office.

“You see it too, right?” Asked Kingo.

“Uh,” Phastos takes a moment to think, but is cut off by Ajak.

“Are you guys even listening?” She speaks directly to everyone in the left corner which consist of Kingo, Phastos, and Druig. “What was I talking about?” She asks at their silence.

Kingo and Druig look at each other waiting for the other to talk as Phastos stutters to form an answer to no veil.

“You are talking about the re-distribution of the teams to travel overseas in the search of deviants.” Thena replies from her place attached to Gil’s rib.

Makkari frowns at her with a discerting look, and Sersi just looks marveled.

“Thank you, Thena; but I was talking to the corner on the left.” She gives them a stern look.

It is enough to make them stop, but it has now gained the attention of Sprite. She uses an illusion of herself sitting at the front listening to Ajak, while she walks invisible in the direction of Gilgamesh and Thena. She takes note of how they are holding hands, and how Gil’s thumb is brushing against Thena’s. Just when she is about to prank Gil tickling him with an invisible feather she hears Ajak calling out her name.

“Sprite, I hope you are not using an illusion again to escape. This is a very important matter.” Ajak talks like a mother with a warning tone.

Sprite hurries back to her place. “Sorry, Ajak.” She knows Ajak can detect her better than anyone, a special ability of the prime eternal.

At some point Gil starts to snooze nodding his head not fully asleep, and Thena wraps her arms around him to support him against her own shoulder like a mother would hold a child close. This has now caused distress between the eternals, even Ikaris is looking at them every now and then. Even Ajak blinked a few times in their direction, like trying to see if she was seeing right or it was one of Sprite’s illusions to stop her speech.

Kingo is fully turned towards them, ignoring Ajak right in front of her salad. The salad being a very cozy Gilgamesh and Thena. Phastos’ jaw has almost dropped to the floor, he keeps looking back and forth between Ajak and them. Druig is seeking comfort with Makkari, trying to ignore the scene, but it doesn’t help when the speedster is also occasionally looking at them and trying to gossip with Phastos and Kingo from afar. Sprite joined the corner on the left trying to get a more discreet glimpse of the two strong eternals in the other corner. At this point Sersi is just completely distracted by Ikaris standing next to her at the right side of the hall.

“I’m going to do it.” Mumbles Druig.

“I-” Phastos stutters. “It would be better if-” He struggles to find the right words. “You know what? Do as you please.”

“Don’t mind control them in front of Ajak.” Sprite intervenes.

“Gil?” They all hear Thena’s whispers. “My feet are cold.”

Gil soon takes her feet into his hands and between them to warm them up.

“Okay!” Kingo declares loudly as everyone else starts to complain, disrupting Ajak’s speech. They all get up shaking their head as Ajak looks at them confused.

“And where do you all think you are going?” She asks as they start to leave.

“We don’t even get cold.” Complains Phastos on their way out.

“Nice talk, Ajak. I might throw up.” Druig says.

“This has been the weirdest experience ever.” Sprite says. “I hope it never repeats.”

“What is going on?” Sersi asks as she follows them out.

Ajak shakes her head as she takes a deep breath trying to keep her cool. Her eyes fall on two very exhausted eternals on the right corner that stare right back at her not even one bit of guilt in their faces.

“So, are we dismissed?” Asks Gil.

“Just go.” Ajak says so done for the day.

But she can’t help but smile as she sees them walk out together; hand in hand.

#thena #gilgamesh #thenamesh #thena x gilgamesh #hgrequest

[angelbvn]

K A N A T O + T E D D Y

first off ima do some small basics and backgrounds cause yes- this is just gonna be a deep dive analysis

Kanato Sakamaki ;; 17 ;; race: vampire ;; status: alive. Kanato is currently a 2nd year in HS. companion: Teddy

Kanato grew up with his two brothers, Laito and Ayato. His mother’s name is Cordelia and his fathers name is Karlheinz. Though Kanato suffered a different and more mental abuse from his mother it was still horrific. Cordelia often made Kanato sing for hours for her, deeming him her “little songbird” he’d sing so much his vocal cords would bleed. Kanato also seems to get whatever he wanted from his mother, as she adored his looks and how much he looked like her. Kanato was very lonely child and often played with whatever dolls he had gotten; neglected whenever his other brothers got more attention then he did. Due to this off and on attachment that formed with his mother Kanato became extremely possessive and clingy of his mother; burning her corpse when he finds her, satisfied he could claim her as “his” as he keeps her ashes in teddy.

Though Kanato was often discarded for Ayato due to his mother trying to make Ayato the next Heir, he and Ayato have a somewhat brotherly relationship (as seen when Ayato tells Kanato he’ll catch his bats he lost.)

Kanato and Laito have a much more strained relationship. Laito often uses the fact that he’s older against Kanato, which angers Kanato very much (he doesn’t like being told what to do.) which often ends in Kanato threatening to “cut him into a bunch of pieces”.

Facts about…

Kanato, who often was made to sing “Scarborough Fair” by his mother. Kanato hates spicy and bitter food but loves very sweet things. he has a deep interest in making human dolls and preserving them in their young beauty. his favorite dessert is raspberry pudding.

ooohhhh kay now why i like him the part you’re all waiting for.

For starters i relate very very heavily to Kanato, from the abuse to his bipolar like personality, his possessiveness tendencies, his interest in human dolls, his liking of dolls, etc. my bipolar isn’t nearly as bad as it was but i still feel very heavily for him,, along with that the immense neglect he had as a child (though he was given physical things it’s not enough for a child.) like mentioned, i’m quite fascinated with his human dolls and the concept of them, he wishes to preserve them in their beauty but it’s also his was of “claiming them” and showing them his love. (killing someone in the DL universe is the highest extent of love.) the also extreme attachment issues he has is also very relatable, going so far as to keep his mothers ashes with him at all times (which i totally would never do-) though his bipolar personality is a lot, it most likely stems from his need to get A. what he wants B. control, as people often ignore his outburst or stay away as not to anger him (and they think he’s weird :( ) i think i like his personality a lot because it makes me want to take care of him and help him, and it’s relatable,, he’s also just a very fascinating character. OMFG I ALMOST FORGOT HUS PERFECT LAUGH HOLY SHIT I LOVE IT SO MUCH (specifically jp one but anyway-!) ahhhhhhhhh his laugh is so perfect and just- i’d go on killing sprees with him *thumbs up*. also he likes sweets— immediately 1000000000000xinfity outta ten.

i have a vivid dream? uh imagination? of us running from roof top to roof top singing and laughing. anyway ily Kanato so much and ahhhhh like- idk (how do i end this)

@mydear-graveyard

#brainrot.txt #taking about: Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers kanato #character analysis #sorta #have fun reading this

[fuckmeyer]

Come Nightfall deleted scenes: lingerie

[in which Alice tortures Bells into coming to her own birthday party by gifting her increasingly expensive items]

Send pics. Xo

Alice.

I sucked in a breath.

From the box, I pulled out a sturdy dark green corset trimmed with lace and sex. A silky ribbon criss-crossed through the eyelet-studded back. At the bottom of the corset dangled little strips of fabric with those clippy things that were supposed to, I don’t know, clip onto some fishnets or something?

Underneath, in the box: matching panties and sexy black stockings.

As if dunked in acid, I chucked them back into the box.

Am I woman? Yes. Do lace and frills and corset boning terrify me? Also yes. An emphatic hell yes, in fact.

I can’t. My thumbs raced to type and send it.

Her text came in before mine went out: Shut up and try it on.

Actually, standing here in the mirror, I looked pretty good. My body had changed over the summer. All those weekends bow hunting and hiking and running and lifting with Jake, trapping and hunting with Charlie, and hiking with Edward had made my muscles lean. Also, I ate a metric shit-ton of guacamole and tortilla chips with Jake out on the porch. All told, I wasn’t getting any thinner, and I liked it.

Also also—I knew this from the changes I’d seen in my hair and skin—the bite had changed many other aspects of my body. So. It was reasonable to believe it changed the shape of me, too.

Long story short, I looked hot.

Not that I would ever wear something like this, ever. Especially not for Edward, whose meticulous commitment to chastity made it embarrassing for me to throw myself at him. If anything, I’d pull a Renee Dwyer and use the lingerie to eat pizza and watch old films alone. Dressing sexy when you feel your least sexy—the miracle breakup cure. Obviously Edward and I weren’t breaking up anytime soon, but since he made it a point to no longer touch me, I figured I had much to grieve and—

The phone beside me rang, jolting me from my thoughts.

Alice’s emergency number—area code 228, Bioloxy, Mississippi. Alice’s hometown.

I stopped breathing as soon as I accepted the call.

The other voice on the line growled, “Do. Not. Eat. Pizza. In the lingerie.”

My shoulders fell, relaxed; I sighed with relief. “Renee says one of the easiest ways to get over a boy is to drink a bottle of water, half bottle of wine, and eat a fourteen inch pizza in full lingerie.”

“What? Bells, do you know how much—"

“Get drunk, stay hydrated, eat and be sexy. It’s the patented Renee Dwyer Breakup Plan.”

“Do you know how much that lingerie is worth? Don’t answer, you’re wrong. It’s priceless, Bells. I made it. I dyed it. Do you know how much women pay for handcrafted lingerie sets? A lot. Do you know how good you look in hunter green? Very.”

“I have eyes. I know I look good. But—”

“Exactly. And do you know what doesn’t go well with hunter green? Pizza. Stains.” I opened my mouth to retort during her pause. She cut my question off with her answer: “Yes. I do hunt in full lingerie. On special occasions. It's not the same.”

“Wow. Okay, Jasper.” From the other line came rustling. “He’s there, isn’t he. God, Alice! —Never mind. I don’t want to know. Anyway, I hope you realize I can’t accep—"

“Don’t you even, Isabella Swan. There will be a lot more gifts where that came from if you don’t buck up and come to my party,” Alice said.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Depends on your answer.”

“Still no.”

“Then yes,” she said, “consider yourself threatened. You chose this fate.”

The line went dead.

#twilight #this was the part where Edward comes back from hunting. *sigh* #i just need to dump these scenes somewhere. feels like a waste to let them rot on the laptop #but also they're not worthy of Ao3 so...here ya go #twilight renaissance #twilight fanfiction #bella swan #alice cullen #come nightfall outtakes #come nightfall

[oddree13]

Burning Down the House - Chapter 2

(Part 1)   (Prior Chapter)  

(Read on AO3)

The ride to the Wheeler house isn’t a quiet one, not with seven kids in the backseat all frantically discussing how well their scheme had been executed. Steve keeps trying to find the moment to tell them that what they all did was reckless and how they need to stop interfering in his life, but can’t bring himself to open his mouth.

Not when Eddie won’t stop gently rubbing his thumb over his wrist. It’s a simple motion but goes a long way in settling Steve down from the general anxiety of the night. And it seems he’s not the only one worked up. During an approach to a roundabout, Steve pulls his hand away to let Eddie use both his hands, only to hear an honest-to-goodness rumble leave Eddie’s throat.

Steve’s glad he’s looking out the window. If he wasn’t the whole car would’ve seen his smile. It’s not that he’s pleased by the alpha’s attention exactly, well he sort of is. But it’s also that it’s one of the rare moments Eddie embodies anything resembling an alpha stereotype. Even during their upside-down adventure, Eddie shied away from alpha heroics until the very end, a stupid act Steve brings up every chance he gets. But nowadays? Nowadays it crops up when someone threatens their ragtag pack. And it seems tonight, in Eddie’s eyes, someone did just that.

Eddie pulls into the Wheeler’s driveway, and all the kids bail out. Robin’s car is already parked and Steve hopes that she’s either in the basement already or talking with Karen. Lord knows he doesn’t want to walk into another ‘discussion’ between her and Ted.

“Are you getting out of the car?” Eddie asks, cutting off the engine.

“I would if you’d let go of my wrist. Last time I moved someone got possessive,” he teases. Steve looks over, expecting Eddie to laugh with him, only to have his wrist dropped abruptly. Steve watches as Eddie’s fingers grip his steering wheel rings glinting from the porch light as if he’s trying to steady himself.

“Hey that was a joke Eds, you know I don’t actually think you’re possessive of me.”

Eddie mumbles something that suspiciously sounds like ‘what if I am,’ but before Steve can ask him to repeat it, the alpha is getting out of the van and throwing the back doors open. Steve can hear him rummaging and gets out to help Eddie find whatever he’s looking for.

“What are you looking f-,” Steve is asking when a shirt is thrown backward and into his face. Soon it’s followed by a pair of pants. Steve has no idea why he’s being pelted with clothes until Eddie turns around to inform him that he smells.

“Excuse you, I showered!” he gasps indignantly.

“Yeah, that’s the fucking problem!” he shouts back, his feet jogging up and down in place, an anxiety tic Steve often sees when Eddie is worked up over something. “You don’t smell like you! You smell like that awful neutral soap you use when your parents are in town, and -”

“And what?” Steve asks, looking amused at how worked up Eddie is getting over one of his parent’s stupid dinners.

“You don’t smell like us ,” Eddie answers, and Steve feels disappointed at the lack of specificity. “You don’t smell like us and you smell like her,” he repeats, his palm chopping the air for emphasis.

“Who? Tiffany?”

“Of course, her name is Tiffany,” Eddie groans, banging lightly his fist against the open van door. “Do they purposefully pick out women with the names of luxury brands or is it coincidence?” Steve has to laugh because he did not anticipate that Eddie Munson had knowledge of high-end jewelry stores. “I’m not sure luxury is necessarily the aim considering one of these dinners a few months back was with a woman named Evian.”

“Like the bottled water?!” Eddie throws his hands up in the air looking exasperated at the thought. ”This, this is why rich people shouldn’t be allowed to name children. Like I would never in a million years name one of my pups that.”

“Well, what would you name your pups?”

Steve watches as Eddie almost trips over his own feet at the question and it’s endearing to watch. The alpha has a stupid grin on his face, and Steve can tell he’s actually thinking about it because he’s moving one of his stray curls in front of his face.

“It’s stupid. It’s stupid and you should change.” “I’ll change if you tell me what you want to name your kids,” Steve counters, and climbs into the back of the van to start stripping out of his starched suit and tie without scandalizing the neighbors. He watches Eddie pace in front of the van's open doors, internally debating whether or not to keep his end of the bargain. “If you laugh I am never telling you another goddamned thing about me, understand?” Steve nods, offering a scouts honor which just makes Eddie’s eyes roll.

“My mom,” he begins with a bittersweet smile, “named me after a song. It is a very old, very saccharine doo-wop song. But she’d sing it to me to fall asleep or when I was crying or just because she was around me. I don’t remember much about her because I was barely seven when she died, but I remember that song. And I thought how kick-ass would it be to do the same? Y’know, give your pup something more to remember you by than just a name?”

It's moments like this that Steve wonders how many people have missed out on knowing how absolutely astounding Eddie Munson is. Because under all his bravado and theatrics he's so sweet. It sounds too simple a word to describe just how fantastic Steve thinks Eddie is but it'll have to do for now.

"Well come on, give me the mixtape. What names do you have picked out?"

"Ah, see here's the issue with that," Eddie begins, gesticulating like he does over his dungeons and dragons board. "If I tell you you'll be able to hold my non-metal music choices against me and then what would become of my reputation? Plus, I can't have you stealing my great ideas."

'It wouldn't be stealing if it was our pup' Steve thinks for a fleeting moment before his face reddens. Thank goodness it's dark. "I already know about your musical depths, so out with it. At least one of them since you seem to have a few picked out already."

Eddie pauses before caving in. "Fine, fine. Eleanor. Eleanor is one of them."

"As is Eleanor Rigby? I get you’re morbid, but for a pup?"

"The Beatles, Harrington? Absolutely not. No, this is a song by the Turtles. You'll know it if you hear it," Eddie assures, looking towards the house. It's barely been ten minutes and Steve knows if they don't head in for movie night soon the kids will riot. But the kids can wait.

"Sing it for me then," Steve asks, hopping out of the car to zip up the borrowed jeans.

"Absolutely not Stevie. Nice try, but this night included many things - arson, subterfuge, property damage, and getaway car - but not a musical number."

"Oh come on Eddie, please. I’ve had a night. I spent almost an entire dinner being condescended to and I could use a bit of the classic Eddie Munson charm,” he pleads.

“So you think I’m charming? Good to know Harrington.” Eddie twists on his heel, looking away from Steve. The omega thinks Eddie’s going to turn and go inside but then he hears Eddie mimicking a drum beat.

“...Elenore, gee, I think you're swell, and you really do me well. You're my pride and joy, et cetera! Elenore, can I take the time, to ask you to speak your mind? Tell me that you love me better?”

Steve watches as Eddie falls into the music, dancing around a bit as he sings. And for a brief moment, Steve can see it. Steve can picture Eddie swinging around a little girl singing his praise to her. And he wants that. He wants to watch that happen in real life. Because Eddie would be the kind of alpha to let his kids hang off him, show them how to play guitar, and not care if they ever made it into an orchestra if it was only for a resume line. Eddie would love his pups unconditionally, and his mate too. That last thought has Steve’s chest tightening. The awfulness of dinner starts to sink in when it’s in contrast to Eddie Munson singing before him. His parents would never think to show him someone like Eddie. Because someone like Eddie would treat Steve like a person and not a bargaining chip.

“Stevie, my singing is not that bad,” Eddie starts, and Steve knows his face must show something other than amazement. “I’m going to assume you’ve had a long night so let’s go inside okay? It’s movie time and Robin picked the Princess Bride so let’s go laugh.”

“Why did you make me change?” Steve asks, suddenly unable to stand the uncertainty hanging in the air.

“I told you, you don’t smell like us,” Eddie shrugs, kicking the ground.

“Us as in like the general pack, or us as in us ?”

Steve feels like they’ve been dancing around each other for over a year now. And sure, he’s partially to blame. He’ll happily take and return Eddie’s easy affection without asking what they are. Because if he asks, Steve might learn a truth he’s not ready to hear. He’ll hear Eddie confirm all the little ways Steve tells himself he’s not good enough and that being single and watching the kids grow up is as far as this goes.

“Way to put me on the spot Harrington,” Eddie nervously laughs, his hands on his hips as he paces. “You know, these aren’t the questions boys like you should be asking big bad alphas in the dark you know?”

“We hang out alone together all the time! And there are like five street lamps and the lights in the house are on Eddie,” Steve points out, impatience overtaking his doubt.

Eddie’s quiet for what feels like an eternity and Steve is wondering how he can take the question back when Eddie says, “she smelled nice. Like her perfume smells like her dad’s got money. She could give you a lot, Steve.” “Not sure why you're under the impression that I need a lot.”

“Because I know exactly how much a fucking Winnebago costs Harrington!”

Steve is quiet for a few moments before he is unable to do anything but laugh. He’s going to hold this against Eddie for the rest of his life because what a way to confess.

“I like you too Eddie.”

Eddie turns to Steve giving him a look of disbelief and opens his mouth to say something when the front door opens.

“You two have one minute to get in here or we are starting without you!” Max calls out, Lucas looking out over her shoulder.

“Be right there!” Steve calls out and nudges Eddie’s shoulder before walking to the front door. “Come on, let's go inside. You can make sure I don’t smell like her from the sofa.”

#steddie #steddie fics #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #omegaverse #stranger things #stranger things fic #myfics #Six Kids and a Winnebago

[memes-saved-me]

What bothers me the most about Season 4 is the poor and bad writing. Max is acting like season 3 doesn't exist and is happening right after season 2. I would have had zero trouble with Max's feelings towards Billy had the writers portrayed it better. She keeps telling us how bad Billy was, but we didn't see any of that. After Max "put Billy in his place" so to speak in Season 2, he calmed down from what we saw in Season 3. She spoke of him in a relatively unproblematic way, complaining mildly over loud happy noises, him tending his muscles, etc., as siblings do. She was also visibly very concerned for him and hoped he wasn't possessed. When he sacrifices himself, she screams in terror. That's why it's hard for me to take Max seriously in season 4. Suddenly she keeps saying how bad he was, but doesn't give any concrete examples, neither are we shown any. This is where the superficiality of writers comes into play. It comes across as very sloppy.

I'm all for Max's complicated feelings towards Billy and I don't think she believes he deserved to die in the slightest but that line does not make sense with the rest of everything.

Her saying she wished he would die, disappear or something bad would happen to him in my opinion was before and during S2. Billy is canon in being a dickhead before Hawkins but he's worse once he arrives and she knows this, shows genuine discomfort at his behaviour and clearly fears him until the last episode where she threatens him. From then on, including the look shared between them before the Snowball comes across as a mutual sign of respect.

Max stood her ground and Billy backed off. Cut to 6-7 months later and they seem to at the least co-exist successfully and everything she says about him is that of surface level annoyance at having a big brother. Happy screams, working out like crazy and being a weirdo are all things she brings up like its just a mild inconvenience not a controlling abusive brother.

I'm sure they had their moments still, fights and negative feelings but it comes across as if Billy had calmed down and Max stopped being under his thumb. I don't doubt he was hell to live with, Neil as well before and after the move to Hawkins but Max's entire demeanor and emotions towards Billy in S3 just don't add up to "I froze because I wasn't sure if he deserved to be saved or not"

Her whole speech was great, realistic and made her entire arch for S4 even more heartbreaking but then that final line felt off. Everything else worked so well, added to her letter greatly and then the reason she froze just doesn't make sense.

A 14 year old girl running in to see her brother facing off a monster and her freezing in fear makes total sense. What would she have done? Push him out of the way? Max staying away from him made sense.

Her guilt for wishing him away and then it actually happening is such a good narrative point and character development tool that I was in shock when I watched that scene. It broke me because it was real.

Now, I think Max is totally valid in her feelings. It makes sense and its a human response and I don't for a second believe she thinks he deserved to die. She wants to die herself she feels so bad about even thinking that for a moment. However, now knowing the Duffers don't rewatch their own show it makes sense why that one line doesn't add up in the grand scale of things.

Throughout S3 Max is worried, scared and upset that Billy is the host but then suddenly she doesn't know if he's worth saving? Bullshit. I think the Duffers forgot her whole fucking character in S3 and only remembered S2. I love Max and I am here for her having very complicated feelings towards Billy but I trust her letter more than her speech. Her letter was for Billy not for Vecna like her speech was.

I don't think the Duffers are saying he deserved to die either. I just think they can be shitty writers at times and rely on better directors to carry their show.

Everything Max said I stand by except for that one line because it has no context to back it up whereas everything else does.

I might have rambled but I do love this show for what it is and I love Billy separately in a way. Anyway Dear Billy is the best episode of the show and its about our boy so we win lol

#long post #not tagging #longpost

[foxxiatto]

Sorry I took a while!

@sakurafairymage

Response to you asking about my OC.

*Slams huge book down onto the table*

I love the question, but have no idea where I even start! Hmmm

Nick is 21 years old, born on Oct. 21.

He has led a very rough life, In his teen years, he was always an outcast, but as a result, he learned how to fight and became quite adept at it. Aside from being physically able, he also wields a bow and is an excellent trick shooter. 

While his mother initially was a loving, caring parent, his physically abusive father eventually sucked everything from her until she became a hollow shell of a person. Nick and his younger sister, who is unfortunately still under their father’s thumb, were both physically and emotionally abused. Though in his teen years, he also met a parent figure who had an overwhelmingly positive influence on his life. A woman who was kind and taught him how to paint and how to be a good person. The woman was a social worker who tried to save Nick and his sister, but unfortunately, their father found out. Nick’s father threatened to harm the woman and her family if Nick ever saw her again after beating Nick to the point he was sent to a hospital. After this traumatic event, he cut all ties with the woman he used to meet up with at a playground, choosing to keep her safe.

At some point, Nick learned that their father, who is the chief of police, was worse than just a shitty parent. The man was also involved in a series of crimes involving the abduction of women and children who were being trafficked. There are also many powerful figures involved that make it seem impossible to stop the horrors around the city. Nick becomes somewhat of a vigilante and fights to try and stop the trafficking and save who he can. 

Unaware of a much deeper evil at work here, this causes him to become a prime target, and he is forced to live out of his car. He makes his living off of selling art on the street, just struggling to survive and avoid corrupt policemen and bounty hunters. 

Annnd Anymore would be a mega spoiler if I ever decided to write this as a story…Currently, it’s based off an RP with my BFF

#oc artwork #oc stuff #original character #Nick Fowler

[the-haunted-office]

(I wrote up some silly little short piece of Cyrus, Thursday, and Stanley doing a silly thing before he died - for anybody who wishes to read it. Below the cut!)

"Stanley, why are you lingering around the conference room like that? You already know where to go from here, and while I'm happy to repeat it all to you, what you are doing is- well, quite puzzling if I may be honest."

Cyrus sighed. The man in question, Stanley, appeared to be ignoring him again. There was just no reasoning with him sometimes.

"There's nothing in those filing cabinets for you - just useless corporate files that not a single person - yourself included - has any use for anymore, so I don't understand what you-.."

"Stanley," chimed in his cohort - Thursday - who was standing just over his right shoulder, "what are you looking for? It is paper? Yeah, there's lots of paper in there, isn't there?"

The man they were observing suddenly straightened and beamed, apparently pleased with himself.

"What's that you've got there?" said Cyrus.

In response, Stanley held up what appeared to be a black marker.

"A marker? What are you going to do with that? You and I both know that markers have nothing to do with the story."

Stanley rolled his eyes and went to clear off one of the white boards with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Oh, oh! I know! Stanley! Stanley! Do you want to play Hangman on the white board?" Thursday suggested, her tone clearly reflecting how excited she found this marker discovery.

"Hangman?" scoffed Cyrus. "Of course he doesn't want to play Hangman, he wants to-"

The older man's haughty response was cut off by a readily apparent smirk on Stanley's face, who then indeed began drawing up a game of Hangman.

Cyrus was shocked, to say the least.

"Are you- we are not playing a bloody game of Hangman!" he protested immediately.

"Looks like we are, old timer," laughed Thursday, who was now leaning against the back of his chair, much to his annoyance. "Stanley, can I go first?"

She cheered when the man gave a thumbs up. Stanley then went about finishing his set-up of the game, along with the empty dashes for two words - the first one with five letters, the second with six.

_ _ _ _ _

_ _ _ _ _ _

Cyrus groaned when Thursday blurted out her first guess, "I choose... the letter A!"

Stanley smiled and filled in the corresponding blank.

_ A _ _ _

_ _ _ _ _ _

"Okay, Cyrus, your turn," said Thursday, who was still leaning against the back of his chair.

"...This is ridiculous. I'm not participating in this utter nonsense."

"Aw, come on," prompted the younger woman. "Stanley, tell Cyrus he has to take his turn."

Stanley nodded in agreement, folded his arms, and tapped one foot on the ground.

"...Fine," grumbled Cyrus. "I'll take the letter R."

Happy with this answer, Stanley filled in the letters.

_ A R R _

_ _ _ _ _ _

"My turn! Okay, ummm-... L," Thursday guessed.

At this, Stanley frowned, shook his head, and drew a circle on the board, signifying the first failure of the game.

"AH!" the younger narrator squawked, eliciting a startled jump from her partner. "Are you sure, Stanley? You're sure there's no L?!"

He sighed and nodded.

"Well-"

"Okay, then, I'll have S. Also, Thursday, don't you dare shriek in my ear like that again or I'll drop you over the platform faster than Stanley did."

"WHA-! Now that's rude! Stanley, Cyrus is threatening to kill me!"

Stanley shook his head and threw the most disapproving look either of the narrators had ever seen. He then tapped one fist against the palm of his other hand in a threatening gesture.

"I'd like to see you try, you little menace," growled Cyrus, who then hurriedly backtracked when both of Stanley's eyebrows shot upwards and he began to lift up his middle finger. "NO. NO. We'll be having none of that, Stanley. Back to the game, now! Since you bloody insisted on it in the first place."

This seemed to satisfy Stanley. He went back to the whiteboard and added a stick onto the stickman's body.

"Ooooh, so sad," Thursday mocked with a cheeky grin. "I'll go wiiiiiith... E."

Another smile, another nod, another filled-in letter.

_ A R R _

_ _ _ _ E _

Cyrus took his turn. "C."

_ A R R _

_ _ C _ E _

"Hmm..." mumbled Thursday, deep in thought. "X."

An arm was added to the little stick figure.

"AH! NO!"

"X!" blurted Cyrus, outraged. "X?! Out of all the letters in the English alphabet, you choose the letter X?!"

"What's wrong with my choice?! It's a letter, isn't it?!"

"Yes, but it's the worst, most obscure letter you could have possibly chosen! Hardly any words contain the letter X!"

"Maybe this word did, huh! We wouldn't know that until we tried!"

"Well, it bloody didn't!"

"It didn't contain your stupid letter S either, you big rude-"

Both stopped immediately at the sound of a loud BANG coming from the other side of the display screen. Upon looking, they couldn't help but notice that one of the office chairs was now lying a few feet away from where it had been originally positioned. And that Stanley was looking rather miffed.

"Ah, yes, quite right, Stanley," said Cyrus, now subdued.

"Sorry, Stanley," echoed Thursday, also subdued.

"Back to your silly little game, then. I'll have T."

A nod. Another blank filled.

_ A R R _

_ _ C _ E T

"Okay, okay, I think I'm starting to get the picture here," said Thursday, despite the fact that she in all likelihood did not have any picture going on anywhere. "K."

_ A R R _

_ _ C K E T

"All right, well, Stanley, your obvious is showing," sighed Cyrus, taking extreme care to ensure that the man understood perfectly well how bored he was with this trite little game.

Slowly, Stanley raised an eyebrow and looked down at himself, where nothing was out of place, and then looked back up and shrugged.

Thursday exploded with laughter. Cyrus, on the other hand, felt his face heat up.

"Not that, you dolt. It was a figure of speech. Well! I guess I shouldn't have expected someone as simple as a person who loves a BUCKET to understand something as complicated as a figure of speech. That's what the second word is, by the way - 'bucket'. That is what I was referring to when I said it was obvious."

Stanley did not appear to be offended by the older man's snide remark, no, not at all. Instead, Cyrus could clearly see that he was laughing. He was not making any sound to indicate as much, but Cyrus could tell from the way his shoulders were shaking. Not to mention the way his entire expression was lit up. Something which made Cyrus himself feel all warm inside.

But he wasn't about to admit to any of that. "Well? I'm right, aren't I? It's 'bucket'."

Nodding, Stanley went and filled in the letters.

_ A R R _

B U C K E T

"Hey! Cyrus just got two turns, essentially! Two letters! That means I get the next two guesses!"

"No, it's not my fault you didn't guess the word sooner."

"Uh, NO, that doesn't matter. You still got two letters in a row!"

"Perhaps if you hadn't guessed the letter X, then, Thursday-"

"YOU-! Okay, you know what, I'm just gonna go." She huffed before going back to the display screen, where Stanley stood waiting, still radiant from his bout of laughter. "Okay, Stanley. Ohhhh-kay, I think I've got this. I think I know what this whole thing spells out."

"Oh, well whoop-dee-doo-"

She ignored the older man's comment and said, "'CARRY BUCKET'."

Stanley added the letter Y to the spread, but then also added another arm to the stick figure body.

"No! Nononono, I take it back! I take that back! It obviously can't be carry bucket because C has already been- RRRRGH! Was that my two guesses?!"

Stanley nodded. Cyrus smirked.

"AGH! That was so stupid of me!" she pouted, pounding her fists on the back of the chair.

"Yes, it was. Also - stop that. Anyway, Stanley, your little game is up now. It says 'marry bucket'."

A round of applause from Stanley came from the monitor and Cyrus couldn't help but smile at having won.

And then the full understanding of what the board said sank in.

"Wait, hold on. Stanley- this says 'marry bucket'. What are you-... Are you trying to say-"

"Stanley!" giggled Thursday. "Stanley, are you saying you want to marry the bucket?"

Stanley nodded.

"Oh wow! Hahaha! That's amazing, Stanley!"

"What? No! This is stupid! This is so incredibly, stupendously, stupidly stupid, I-.. Well I don't even have the words for it! Stanley, you can't marry a bucket!"

Stanley shrugged.

Thursday said, "Stanley, do you want us to write a story where you marry the bucket, then?"

A thumbs up from the man.

"ON IT!" she blurted and before Cyrus could say anything more, she began pulling out fresh paper, snatched up her pencil, and got to work.

"NO! No no no no no no NO! I do not approve of this! Nothing about this makes any sense! Stanley, giving you that bucket was by far my worst idea and I wish I had never come up with it!"

"I think it's brilliant, actually! A bucket! And Stanley wants to marry it! It's GOLD! Or, well, galvanized steel."

Cyrus could not believe his luck. This was his life now. Idiots. He was surrounded by idiots. So he only had to deal with one idiot in his physical presence, but her sheer idiocy amounted to an entire crowd of idiots and so he may as well be surrounded by them.

And to the idiot on the other side of the display screen... Well... Cyrus never thought he'd live to see the day he was jealous of a bloody bucket.

#writing for days