#speaking of. II gotta sleep

[winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts]

Dozing off <3

[ID: A simplified digital drawing in greyscale. Rev and Jer are sitting and leaning against each other, asleep, and there's a blanket wrapped around Rev's shoulders. There are small bubbles floating around them, and "ZZzz" is written off to the side. /End ID]

#speaking of. II gotta sleep #goodnighty #Split Fates au #wolfys art #I am falling asleep as I type #going to try and go back to add ids to old art #pog #revolver draw #Jerome Drew

[lethal-raindrop]

CW // suggestive

Bro was READY

#speaking of suggestive; I posted a couple IIxIV sketches on my priv twt if anyone's interested. 18+ ofc. but ya gotta follow main too #Sleep Token #Sleep Token Vessel #Vessel Sleep Token #Sleep Token II #II Sleep Token #Sleep Token III #III Sleep Token #Sleep Token IV #IV Sleep Token #Vessel #II #III #IV #video #edits #video edits #mine #my edits #funny #suggestive #Kajiandhisbullshit

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part V

Thank you as always to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading for me, you're the best bb!! ❤️❤️

Hello everyone!! This chapter is going to be a little more plot/lore heavy. But, we still get some sweet and flirty boys. IV brings Reader dinner and II is becoming more comfortable in his flirting. Thank you so much for reading, if you would like to be added to the tag list let me know!

WARNINGS: None

Part IV - Part VI

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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Today was one of those times where your store was absolutely slammed. "I'll be right with you Jay, just give me one second." You clap the older man on the shoulder as you round the counter.

"No worries darlin', I got all day." He smiles cheerfully at you." You hurriedly set a fresh batch of coffee to brew, quickly cleaning up the station.

"Next batch will be done in about ten minutes guys." You smile as you pass by a tow of your usuals, a group of old timers that would set up shop at the shelf along one of the windows and spend their day drinking cups of coffee and playing scratch tickets.

"Now Miss (Y/N), don't you go running off, I got a vibe to pick with you young lady." You skidded to a halt, turning in your heels to face the myriad of curious stares.

"You better make this quick Randy, I got a line out the door." You huff with a sarcastic smile.

"I just want to know what you're doing hanging around with those cultists." Your eye involuntarily twitched as he spit out the word. "I'd just hate to see you get mixed up in that crowd."

"They're nice boys Randy." You hurry up to the counter as you continue to call over your shoulder. "It might do you some good to actually get to know them before you try to crucify them over nothing.

"Why don't you try inviting them to the Fall Festival?" Jay asks gently.

"Unfortunately I don't think they'd go. I know it's hard to believe but they're just as nervous about you as you are about them." You explain with a huff.

"I think it's worth a shot at least." He leans in a bit to whisper to you. "Now I can't speak for everyone obviously, but I think if the townsfolk actually got to meet them and see that they're not some big ol' scary monster in the woods… well, they might just come around." He offers his advice with a patient smile. "If you're saying they're a good group of guys I trust your judgment. Your word means a lot more to me than some blood thirsty reporter after a story."

"Thanks Jay, I'll ask them. Who knows, maybe they'll show up." He bids you farewell before leaving you to tend to the rest of your sea of customers. After what felt like an eternity your store was finally empty. You groaned, slumping over the counter. The cool linoleum felt nice against your sticky skin. You jolted up at the sound of the bell ringing above the door, eyes flashing over to reveal II and IV looking at you curiously. "Hey guys." You give them a tired smile.

"Everything alright, love? You look exhausted." II approaches the counter, his eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, just a long day." You explain. You sit down in your chair, resting your elbows on the counter. II copies your motions, his eyes searching yours, his nose just barely out of reach from bumping into you.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You shake your head in response.

"You boys are already too good to me as it is." You giggle as II playfully rolls his eyes. "I'll be alright, just gotta do some quick cleaning before I go upstairs. Then it's a cup of ramen cause I'm too lazy to cook and shitty movie re-runs until I pass out on my couch."

"A cup of ramen isn't a meal, doll." He tuts.

"I know that, doctor." He chuckles at your sarcastic tone. "I'll be alright, one night without a proper dinner isn't going to kill me."

"I wish we could come help more around here, I hate seeing you so tired." IV chimes in, dropping an armful of snacks on the counter.

"I appreciate all your help, but I promise you, I'll be just fine." You respond with a reassuring smile. Neither of them seemed satisfied with your answer but they could tell you weren't in the mood to argue.

II sighs, "just promise me after you finish up here you'll go get some rest."

"You have my word." You chuckle. The two of them finish their shopping, idly chatting with you as you do some cleaning up. "Goodnight guys, get home safely." You wave as they head out.

"I better not come back here and see you exhausted tomorrow." II warns playfully.

"I'll try my best." He winks at you before pushing out the door. IV wishes you goodnight before joining his companion.

You collapsed on your couch with a groan once you finally made it upstairs. Despite how much you were trying to convince yourself you weren't hungry your growling stomach said otherwise. You lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, when suddenly the familiar rumble of a pick up truck pulls into the lot. You stood, walking over to the window and pushing the curtain aside. You saw IV fumbling with something in his passenger seat before kicking the door open. You met him at the back door, he froze when he saw you standing at the top of the landing with a smirk spread across your features. "I, uh, I brought some food." He offers bashfully.

"Come on up IV." You chuckle before heading back inside. IV steps into your apartment, eyeing you curiously.

"I'm sorry I showed up without an invitation." He apologizes. You smile, taking a couple steps closer to him.

"You're welcome here anytime." He breathes out a laugh as his eyes dart to the floor. You offer to take the food for him, setting up a spot for the both of you on your couch. "I am curious, how did you manage to get fast food without raising any suspicion?" You ask as you pop a fry in your mouth. IV chuckles in response, adjusting to sit more comfortably.

"It's a funny story actually, I pulled up at the drive through and the kid working there told me he liked my costume." You laugh.

"Really?" He nods. The thought of the Fall Festival popped into your mind; how you would love to bring the four of them because you know they would have a great time, how it would give them a chance to see the town for what it really was, and of course your little crush on the charming masked men didn't help either. "IV, do you think Vessel plans on ever going into town? You know, aside from you guys making supply runs under the cover of darkness." You joke.

"If I'm being completely honest, I don't know." He pulls his mask away from his face to take a sip of his drink. "I'm the newest of our little group so I can't give you the whole story, but from what I understand up until we reached here things weren't too great. There's a lot of people out there who want to get rid of us before they even have a chance to get to know us. We've been run out of town after town, sometimes through more… humane means… other times not so much. But, we have something good here, with the camp in the woods, with you." He pauses for a moment to smile at you. "That's something I want to try and hold onto for as long as I can."

You study him for a moment, "what if I tried to help?" You offer. "I could be the middleman for you. People in town know me, I grew up here, that has to mean something. I just… I don't want you to have to constantly be worried about someone being out to get you. I know that if they met you, if they got to know the people I know you are, they wouldn't be afraid anymore."

"I'm sure Vessel would be interested in hearing you out. Who knows, maybe you'll actually convince him." He chuckles. "Between you and me, if you bat those pretty little eyes at him, I'm sure you could convince him to do just about anything." He jokes as he shoots you a wink.

"I bet that line works on all the girls, huh?" You giggle, trying to shake off the heat that had settled in your cheeks.

"As long as it works on you I'm set." You playfully smack his arm. He nestles back into the couch cushions, letting out a soft groan as he stretches an arm over the back, the back of your neck buzzing as you feel his warmth seep into your skin.

"You're all a bunch of flirts." You smile at him.

"A bunch of flirts?" You roll your eyes at his mock annoyance. "It's not my fault that you're so captivatingly beautiful." You noticed that growing familiarity in your chest. The steady thrum of your heartbeat as you tried to hide your flustered state. IV leans in closer to you, his side pressed flush against your body. "Once I met you I understood what they were all fussing over." He chuckles before muttering, "the perfect being brought to us by Sleep." You turn to look at him, his hazy blue eyes coaxing you in deeper with every passing second.

"Who's… who's Sleep?" You whisper. IV tilts his head, a curious expression matching yours. The pieces must have clicked together because he returned to his usual smiling self a moment later.

"You'll find out soon, Vessel's probably waiting for the right time to explain." You accepted his explanation without a fuss. You trusted that if it was something you needed to know they would tell you. He glanced up at the clock, "I'm sorry to cut things short, love, but I should head back." You nod, standing and walking him over to the door.

"Thank you for bringing some food." You smile.

"Anytime." He responds with a wink. "Get some rest, alright? II will throw a fit." You both shared a laugh before IV reached out and pulled you into his arms. You froze at first, not fully comprehending that he had wrapped you in a hug. But, the moment realization set in your arms slipped around his torso. Neither of you were in a rush to let go, the two of you standing in a comfortable silence as IV held you close, gently swaying you from side to side.

"Goodnight, doll." His hand lingers in your hip, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before slipping out the door.

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[cozygold]

Mystery of Lilia's ring

Lilia x Reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, fem reader, general lilia, book 7 spoiler

Pt. I Pt. II

Lilia wears a wedding ring under his gloves. However when asked he doges the question or makes up some silly excuse

Malleus is aware that he had wife. Lilia confirmed it a while ago but did not elborate further

It was only during the Malleus overblot incident that Diasnomia family found out about her and who she was

(it takes place after Malleus have put everyone to sleep Silver/Sebek/Yuu watch Lilia dream play in front of them like movie)

Lilia woke up in unknown place. His whole body was burning with pain, he barely had the strenght to open his eyes

Everything was blurry but he could make out soothing humming and chopping of knife against a wooden board. It made him relax his muscles a little before the noise stopped. At the same time he realized

'Wait...it sounds like.. a human language?!'

He shot up sitting up on the bed before tumbling back down from the anguish

"My,my don't strain yourself like that, dear"

His eyes widden in horror when he felt hot breath right next to his ear along with voice that he heard ealier. He quickly reached to his waist trying to grab his weapon. But it wasn't there

"Sorry, love I had a feeling you might try that so i had to take your toy away so my head will stay on my shoulders"

He whipped his head around and saw a human woman. Now standing good few feet away from him. She was wearing a dark cloak and a long dress. Both looked pretty torn down and dirty

"What do you want, human? Even without my weapon i can take you down easily"

His eyes started intensly at her. A sight simillar to a wounded animal

"Haha, you would be right if you weren't in a state you're currently in. I barely saved that leg of yours. I'm medic that specilizes in humans, you see~"

She took few steps closer to him. Smile never leaving her face

"I'm (y/n)(y/l), i'm a traveling medic. I manged to save you from that abush that you got yourself into earlier"

Lilia squinted his eyes, trying to recall what happend. He remembers how fast his heart was beating, the metal that tore through his flesh...

Green fire, and a figure with what looked like horns

"Meleanor?! What the hell was she doing there?! Speak human!"

"Oh, i'm sure she's safe and sound in her castle"

"What?! Don't try to make fool out of me. I know what i saw. This green fire and the horns must have belonged to her"

"Oh no it was just me"

She deadpaned looking blankly at him. They stared at each other in awkward. Lilia pinched the bridge of his nose

"Care to explain yourself?"

(y/n) giggled and puffed her chest proudly

"It looks like two twigs on my head and some plant colored fire was enough to send the fools running. I honestly suprised you fell for it too"

She tilted her head to the side, looking smugly at him. Lilia felt his cheeks warm up. How could he had fallen for such simple trick?

"Hmph!"

He quickly turned around on the bed facing the wall and hiding his red face

Meanwhile Sebek, Silver and Yuu watched as the dream played in front of them

"Who is this woman?! How dare she mock Master Lilia!"

"Shh, Sebek that might be her. Father's wife..."

"Nonsense! He never even mentioned having a wife. Let alone a human"

"Never directly. But i once overheard Lord Malleus try to speak about her with him. After confirmation Father quickly changed the subject"

Silver scratched his chin, deep in thought

"as much i feel like inviding Father's privacy, this might be our only chance to really get to know her"

Back to the dream

"Awww, come on General! You gotta i eat! I didnt work so hard to save you just for you to die out of starvation"

Lilia scrunched up his face, turning away from the spoon being held to him. He spent about 4 days in the human's cottage refusing to eat, still not being able to stand up from the bed.

He didnt trust her one bit. She has no reason to do it so. What kind of motive drives her? Trying to gain his trust to poison him? Is she secretly a twisted woman trying to make him in some sort of fae pet for her amusement?

He has to get out as soon as possible

"I have no intention of taking anything from you, woman"

His tone harsh as it always been, red eyes glaring at her

She sighed, pulled out a chair and slumped down on it, setting the bowl of soup on the table. (eye color) eyes looked up blankly at the ceiling

It was her first time taking in a fae patient. She did as much reaserch as she could on them during such short amout of time. She knew that they could survive longer without food than humans. They also recovered faster

But his state was quite serious. Regular man would have probably passed by now. Used to enduring injuries in battle he's probably not even aware of it.

She Has to make him trust her. Just enough for him to her treat him

"You never told me your name. I just know you by 'general' "

She finally broke the tense silence, turning her head in his direction. He still refused to meet her eyes

"There is no need for you know it"

"Huhhh, no fair, i already told you mine"

Her attempt at teasing him got ignored making the room go quiet once again

"I never wanted this war. And i know you didnt either"

She dropped the teasing letting her tone get more grim

"Tch, don't act like you know me or what i want"

It was clear from his body language that this conversation was getting on his nerves, yet she continued to press further. It was now or never

"I know that my people caused you unimaginable pain. No matter what either side has to gain from its not worth all the suffering.

Fae, human, merfolk, beastman...i was taught to treasure all lives. I swore that i will save as many as i can as a medic. Just like you swore to protect your people as a general"

Lilia despite still being sceptical for first time seemed to not ignore her

"My parents were medic as well. They made me what i am today, taught me how to treat people. My whole village fell victim to this conflict"

Her voice shaked, eyes starting to get watery. She took a deep breath to remain composed before speaking futher

"I will not ask for your pity or gratitude towards me. Just please let me treat you. We already lost enough"

She bowed her head to him, her voice pleading almost like she was begging for her own life. Lilia let out a heavy sigh

"Rise your head, human. I do not want to be subjected to such a pitful sight any longer"

Few stray tears streaming down her cheek, her eyes looked up him hopefully

"I will eat your soup so cease your whining"

A bright smile adorned her features. She clasped her hands together letting out a joyful laugh

"Thank you sooo much! Don't be afraid to say if you don't like it i will adjust it to your taste next time! Please enjoy it!"

She handed him a bowl and a spoon

"I will be in the kitchen mixing up some healing herbs for you!"

"Sevens, quit talking my ear off! J-just go do what you're supposed to do"

"Right! Please call me if you need anything"

She skipped towards the door and just about when she was about to leave the room she heard her patient speak up

"Hey..."

"Hmmm?~"

She turned around, tilting her head curiosly

"Its Lilia Vanrouge. My name"

Suprise washed over her features for a moment before her lips spread into a thoothy grin

"Nice to meet you, Lilia"

#twisted wonderland #twst lilia #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #lilia imagines #lilia headcanons #lilia vanrouge #twst fluff #twst angst

[maerinhearts]

King

Part II.

You hate Tsukishima Kei. With a passion. Seriously. But what happens when you, the manager of his college volleyball team, get stuck in a hotel room with him? For an entire week... With only a king bed for both of you to sleep on...

Warnings: fem!bodied reader, choking, unprotected sex, bullying (on both sides), one bed trope (lol).

Word Count: 4900+

Minors DNI, please and thank you. All characters are 18+.

A/N: I'm back with another Tsukki drabble 😌 Let's fucking go.

Smut is below the cut, as always.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” the coach was saying on the other end of the phone, “but because we added Jiro so last minute this week, I’m going to have to put you with one of the guys on the team. I already called the hotel, and they don’t have any more rooms available.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. Of course. You didn’t think of this when Jiro unexpectedly transferred into the program and made the volleyball team this past week. You had been so wrapped up in your own excitement for the tournament that you forgot you wouldn’t get a room all to yourself this time.

“It’s no biggie, Coach,” you reply. But it is a biggie. “I don’t mind.” But I do mind. “Put me with whoever is willing to room with me!” Don’t you dare put me with that bastard Tsukishima.

“Y/N, I really can’t thank you enough for being so understanding. I’ll make sure to be extra careful next tournament so I can give you your own room like normal! Can’t wait to see you Monday morning!”

After you hang up the phone, you find annoyance bubbling up in your chest. It would be your luck that the hotel is fully booked, but then you should have expected that considering what tournament was happening this upcoming week. As you shove stuff into your suitcase, you try to come to terms with who you might room with. Jiro would be fine, since you didn’t really know each other. You’d even be fine with the team captain, Yuuji. Anyone but Tsukishima.

Before you went to sleep for the night, you prayed to any God out there that you’d get paired with anyone else on the team.

But your prayers go unanswered.

“Everyone was too shy to room with you, Y/N,” Coach was explaining to you as he walked you to your room. You had a glare plastered on your face at him. “And no one wanted to room with Tsukishima either. So, the best thing I could have done to make sure my team gets along for this tournament is-”

“To put Tsukishima with me?” you say with disgust.

“I’m not happy about it either,” Tsukishima says from beside you, glare also evident on his face. Only it’s directed at you.

You turn a harsh look on him. “No one was speaking to you, four eyes,” you snap.

“You little…” he mutters, turning to tower over you.

“Okay, you two,” the coach interrupts. “Here is your room.” He scans the key card and ushers Tsukishima in. He turns to you, handing you the key card before ushering you in as well. “Don’t lose that. I want you to be in charge of it.” You nod along as you step into the room.

“WHAT?” Tsukishima yells from inside.

You feel your annoyance bubbling up to the surface again. “Oi, Tsukishima, pipe down,” you scold.

“Y/N,” he says to get your attention. You finally glance up at him, glare ready, eye twitching to find him looking worse for wear. “There’s only one bed.”

You feel your face drop and whirl yourself around to tell coach.

“Uh, I gotta go check on the others!” he says as he dashes out of the doorway, letting the door come to a close.

So, you stand there, next to the bastard Tsukishima, at the foot of the bed, both of you in utter disbelief as you stare at the one king sized bed in the center of the room. It’s silent for a long moment.

“You’re sleeping on the floor,” you tell him matter-of-factly.

“What?!” he exclaims. “The floor is hardwood, Y/N! I have a tournament to play in this week! You’re the one that is going to be sleeping on the floor.”

You turn to him, a look of utter disgust on your face only to find he is returning the look. “You’d really make your team manager sleep on the hardwood floor?” you ask, hoping to bait him into saying no, he wouldn’t do that to you.

“Yes.”

“What?” you ask in disbelief.

“Yes, I would make my snotty team manager sleep on the hardwood floor.” He sneers down at you.

Before you can stop yourself, you raise a fist, ready to punch him, but he just sticks an arm out, hand pressing against your forehead as he continues to push you away, laughing as you struggle to get a hit in. This bastard and his ridiculously long monkey arms…

You huff out as you straighten your clothes, and he crosses his arms. “I’m going to take a shower,” you tell him. “And when I come out, I better see your bed made up on the floor.”

He scoffs and waves you away with a roll of his eyes. You feel your eye start twitching again as you close the door to the bathroom and turn the water on. As you step into the shower, you feel your anger spike again. How dare he try to make you sleep on the floor?! Didn’t his mother teach him any manners?!

You were hoping the warm water would calm you down, but as you step out onto the towel outside of the shower you find that, in your annoyance, you forgot to get your clothes from your suitcase. You curse yourself underneath your breath before wrapping a towel tightly around your body.

You crack open the bathroom door and peek out. You can see Tsukishima lounging on the bed in the reflection of the mirror right outside the bathroom door. He’s playing on his phone. Thinking you could get to your suitcase quickly without him noticing, you pad out to the living area only to come to a halt when you realize your suitcase is on the side of the bed he is currently laying on.

“T-Tsukishima,” you stutter out, nerves getting the best of you.

“What is it now?” he says as he lowers his phone to glare at you.

Your face reddens as he makes eye contact, his glare falling into a look of awe and disbelief. His own face begins to redden before he turns quickly away.

“Have you lost your mind?!” he damn near shouts at you.

“I forgot my clothes, you asshole!” you shout at his back. “And my suitcase is by you!”

“Well, hurry up and get your clothes, for Christ’s sake!”

You hesitate. “Don’t look at me,” you tell him, voice soft. “Promise you won’t look at me and then I’ll be able to get my clothes.”

He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. “I won’t look,” he promises, voice surprisingly gentle. “I closed my eyes.”

You get to your suitcase and quickly throw it open. As you’re rummaging through its contents you glance up to see that his eyes were, in fact, closed. You feel your heart skip a beat at that, for whatever reason, and speed walk back to the bathroom with your clothes in hand.

Tsukishima waits until he hears the bathroom door close again before he blows out the breath he was holding. He turns to look at the space you just occupied outside of the bathroom door and feels his face heat up again. He knew you were pretty. Hell, everyone knew you were drop dead gorgeous. Other teams would make comments before, during and after games. It drove him and his teammates nuts. Though, they would all be lying if they said they never fantasized about you before. Him included. He would often find himself being dragged into locker room talk about you after practice, after games, during team study sessions that you were never invited to. He never participated simply because he respected you too much to talk about you in that manner. His teammates thought it was just because he hated you.

The way you two interacted never went unnoticed by anyone. Perhaps putting you two together in a room was the coach’s way of telling you two to get over it. It felt like Coach was telling him he had to be friends with you. The only problem is that Tsukishima didn’t want to be friends with you in the first place.

And so, he finds himself setting up a wall of pillows in the middle of the bed. He doesn’t want to sleep on the floor, and he certainly doesn’t want you to. As he is placing the last pillow, you exit the bathroom, wet hair dripping onto the oversized tee shirt you were wearing. When he turns to look at you, he notices that the tips of your cheekbones are still a light shade of pink. Then he glances down.

“Oi, Y/N,” he says lowly, voice laced with annoyance.

“What?” you snap back.

“Where are your pants?” He points at your bare legs.

You feel your face heat up at ten times the speed. “I am wearing pants!” you exclaim, hoisting your shirt up past your navel in anger. “I’m wearing shorts!”

In your haste, you didn’t realize just how high you had yanked the shirt up.

So, there you were, shirt held tightly in your hands showing off your short sleep shorts… and the bottom half of your breasts.

“Put your shirt down!” he shouts, nearly tripping over his own suitcase as he runs over to you, grabs the hem, and yanks your shirt back down over your body.

You turn your face up at him, brows knitting together as you frown at him, completely unaware of just how much you were showing him. “I was just showing you that I had shorts on underneath this shirt,” you tell him.

“Yes, yes,” he responds, “you’ve made your point.” But I didn’t need to see that, he thinks to himself. Now how will I be able to sleep knowing they’re right next to me? And they look like that?

His hands fist into your shirt at your waist and you suddenly become very aware of him touching you.

“Okay,” you say a little too loudly, taking a giant step away from him and pushing his hands off of you. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

As Tsukishima is brushing his teeth, you walk around the room to shut lights off, leaving the bedside light on, and adjust the thermostat. You come to a halt as you lift the covers to get into the bed. You stare blankly at the wall of pillows in the center.

Tsukishima exits the bathroom, then, yawning loudly, stopping when you turn an annoyed look on him.

“I told you to sleep on the floor,” you ground out.

“And I told you, not happening,” he answers, voice snide.

“So, your solution was to put pillows between us?”

“I felt like it was a fair compromise,” he answers. “I don’t want to touch you; you don’t want to touch me.”

“And you think pillows are going to keep us separated? All night?”

“I do. Oh, and you’re sleeping closest to the wall.” He moves to where you’re standing, pushing you aside and climbing into the bed.

You stand there in disbelief. He must have lost his mind. You turn to glance around the room and notice that the side closest to the wall is farthest from the door. You feel your heart skip a beat again.

“Tick tock, Y/N,” he says as he reaches to shut the last lamp off. “What will it be?” He sneers up at you before he flips the switch, and the room goes black.

Before you can think too much about it, you stomp over to the other side of the bed.

“Stay on your side,” you tell him as you settle in.

“That won’t be a problem,” he answers back.

You turn on your side away from him, staring at the wall for what feels like forever until sleep finally pulls you under.

A knock on the door wakes you up the next morning, a voice outside telling you to come get breakfast before the bus leaves in two hours for the games.

But it’s so warm, you think as you burrow your head deeper into your pillow. You could get away with five more minutes, right? But another knock sounds on the door, signaling that it was, indeed, time to get up. You forgot coach made two rounds just ten minutes apart.

As your eyes flutter open, you realize why you feel so warm.

Tsukishima’s arms are wound tightly around your waist, your head comfortably tucked underneath his chin, face pressed into his chest. Your own arms betrayed you in your sleep as well, you notice, as you become painfully aware of their position around his body. The pillows that were meant to keep you separated are nowhere in sight. You feel your anxiety spike when you realize he has you practically trapped.

“Tsukishima,” you say trying to wake him.

He groans before his arms tighten around you. “Five more minutes,” he pleads, voice groggy. If you weren’t so anxious, you would think he sounded somewhat hot.

“Tsukki,” you try again, opting for his nickname.

He groans again, body shifting slightly before sighing, still not awake.

“Tsukki,” you say, louder this time.

He finally opens one eye to look at you, annoyed. You’re looking up at him with wide eyes, pleading with him silently to let you go.

“Uhm,” you start.

“Why are you so close to me?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.

Instead of answering, you move your eyes down to look at his arms currently wrapped around your waist. It takes Tsukishima a long second to realize why you’re so close to him. Then he is shoving you away from him as if he had touched a hot stovetop. You shriek as he launches himself away from you and off the bed, waist throbbing in pain from where he had hastily shoved you away. You rub the spot with a hand.

“What the hell, Tsukishima?” You glare at him. “You didn’t have to push me that hard.”

“Let’s not talk about it,” he suggests before turning on his heel and heading into the bathroom.

So, you decide to ignore what happened. For days. If the team advances every single day, you could be sharing a room with him for the next seven days. Lo and behold, they do. You had been avoiding each other since you woke up somehow encased in his arms, eating meals separately and coming back to the hotel room at different times.

But the night before the championship game, the coach makes everyone go to their rooms early, saying something about how everyone needs to get a good night of sleep.

And so here you are, at 10:00 PM, wide awake next to the wide-awake Tsukishima whom you haven’t spoken to in days simply because you haven’t had to. Nor did you really want to, for that matter. You’re separated by pillows, but it feels like he is closer than ever to you. If you concentrated hard enough, you could hear his breathing.

“Ugh,” you finally groan. “I can’t sleep.” You frown up at the ceiling.

“Maybe if you changed your attitude, you’d be asleep by now,” Tsukishima says from beside you.

You sit up to glare at him. “I don’t see you sleeping either,” you point out.

“I’m not sleeping because I’ve chosen not to sleep yet,” he replies.

You scoff. “Yeah right, I bet its because you’ve had to sit the bench the last two games.” You were taking a low blow, you knew that. But still, you said it.

He shoots up into a sitting position on his side of the bed now, returning your glare with just as much fervor. “It’s not my fault I’ve been off my game the last couple of days. It’s because I have to share a room with the most aggravating person on the planet!”

“Oh yes, because it’s certainly not the fact that you suck at volleyball.”

Suddenly, he’s in your face. “Say that again,” he dares you.

You swallow thickly before shaking your head, glare nowhere to be found now.

“Funny how you think I suck at volleyball, but I must be good at something else in your dreams.”

You feel your face heat up. “W-what are you talking about?” you stutter.

“You mean to tell me you haven’t been dreaming of me every single night since that first morning?”

“No,” you answer, a little too quickly. You avert your gaze away from him.

“You trying to tell me you aren’t the one I hear every night moaning ‘Yes, Tsukki, right there, Tsukki’?” His voice goes up an octave as he imitates your voice and you’d very much like to crawl in a hole and die.

You had had dreams about him this week, yes, you couldn’t deny that. But were you really moaning for him in your sleep?

“You’re lying,” you accuse, voice shaky.

“Am I, though?” His hand finds its way underneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. When your gazes meet, you find that he is suffocatingly close to you. One wrong move and your lips could be touching. “Look me in the face and tell me I’m lying.” His voice oozes confidence.

Suddenly, your tongue feels too big for your mouth. You can’t even form words as you try to look away from him. To be honest, you didn’t know if he was lying or not, but you can’t exactly hear yourself while you sleep.

“Huh, look at that,” he muses as his hand moves from your chin, gliding across your jaw and into your hair at the nape of your neck. “Cat got your tongue?” He’s mocking you now. His hand fists into your hair as you avert your eyes again and he yanks your head back to look at him. You gasp out, surprised. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” When you make eye contact with him again, he smirks. “Good girl.”

You feel your face heat up at his words, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as butterflies erupt across your chest.

“Oh? Did you like that?”

You try to shake your head no but find that you can’t move because his hand is still in your hair.

“Use your words, Y/N,” he tells you, voice stern.

You swallow. “N-No,” you stammer.

Suddenly, his lips are by your ear. “Liar,” he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of his lips brushing against the shell of your ear has your sex throbbing. God, you feel like such a virgin right now.

He chuckles as he pulls back to look at your face, lips tilting up into another smirk. Your eyes are wide and doe-like, shining with a few tears, almost like you’re begging for him to take it a step further. Your bottom lip is quivering slightly, and he thinks it’s cute. He searches your face as he shifts onto his knees in front of you, hand loosening in your hair as he cups your head in his hands, thumbs underneath your jaw to direct your face up to his.

“Tell me if I’m taking things too far,” he murmurs, voice suddenly soft.

You don’t even have time to react when he crashes his lips roughly into yours. You gasp out of surprise, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. As his tongue strokes yours for the first time, you let out a soft moan at the feeling and finally return his kiss.

Tsukishima almost sighs in relief as you come alive beneath him, and he begins shoving you down onto the mattress. You let him, back hitting the mattress as he moves his mouth to your neck. You part your knees to accommodate his body as his hips make contact with your own. You crane your neck to give him more access as he sucks a bruise right into your jugular. He’s pushing your shirt up and grabbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands. Involuntarily, you thrust your hips up into his, causing his clothed cock to rub right up against your core.

He moves his mouth down quickly to capture a nipple. You cover your mouth to keep yourself from moaning as his tongue flicks across the hardening bud, hips grinding down into you to rub his hardening dick against you again. You moan at the feeling, essence leaking out into your panties as he switches sides, giving the same treatment to your other nipple, hands holding your hips in place as he relentlessly grinds against you.

Your hands are in his hair, back arching to push your tit further into his mouth as you moan out a soft call of his nickname.

His weight leaves your body as he moves to loom above you, hands planted by your head to hold himself up. He’s looking down at you, annoyed, sizing you up. Your chest is heaving, tits on full display with your shirt pushed up past your chest. Your lips are swollen, and your face is flushed.

“It’s Kei to you, right now,” he informs you, voice low. “Got it?”

You nod at him as you try to catch your breath.

Before you realize what he is doing, he has a hand in your sleep shorts and two fingers buried knuckle deep in your dripping hole. You gasp out, hand reaching to wrap around his wrist.

“Words, Y/N,” he reminds you as he watches your face contort in pleasure beneath him.

His fingers begin to pull out. “Ye-” you begin, but he shoves his fingers right back into you, smirking as you finish the S, the sound somewhere between a hiss and a moan.

“Thatta girl,” he praises as he slowly begins fucking you with his fingers, mouth finding its way back to your left nipple.

He sucks the bud into his mouth harshly, ripping a loud moan from your chest as he hooks his fingers up inside of you to hit your g-spot at the same time. He pulls his fingers from your shorts as he begins kissing down your body, fingers moving to pull your shorts and underwear off as his tongue glides across your navel. He sits up and tosses the garments to the floor. Suddenly feeling shy, you close your legs off to him. He makes eye contact with you as his hands find your knees and roughly push your legs apart, baring your pussy to him for the first time.

“Fuck,” he mutters as his hands glide down your inner thighs, body moving to settle his face right where you wanted him the most.

He makes eye contact with you as he brings his mouth closer to your sex, tongue darting out to lick a stripe right between your folds. He groans, eyes closing for a moment.

“Just as I thought,” he comments, “taste so fucking sweet.”

Your face heats up at double the speed, but before you can respond he dives right in, eating you like a man starved. His tongue makes figure eights over your clit, and you tangle your hands in his hair, shoving him deeper into you.

“Yes, Kei,” you moan out as he sucks your clit into his mouth. The sound of his first name falling from your lips like that sounds so hot to him that he finds himself leaving your core in favor of quickly pulling off his own clothes.

You watch as he settles over you, now naked, cock finding its home right between your folds as his lips find yours in a searing kiss.

“Let me fuck you,” he begs as he pulls back, voice almost coming out as a whine, lips millimeters away from yours. He grinds his hips into you for emphasis, cock head bumping into your clit.

To answer him, you reach down to grab up his dick in your hand, eyes never leaving his. You give it a few good pumps before guiding him into you. Your mouth falls open as he slowly pushes past your entrance, small gasps leaving your lips at the feeling of him filling you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grounds out. “Relax, Y/N.”

You groan as he continues to push into you. Relax? How can you relax when the man you’ve been secretly pining for is currently all over you? Not to mention in you.

You reach up and pinch his bicep.

“Ow, what the hell?” He rubs the spot you pinched, glaring down at you.

“Oh, good. I’m not dreaming,” you reply, voice shaky, breathy laugh pushing past your lips. Without thinking, you bury your hands back into his hair and yank his face back down to yours, planting a kiss on his lips and licking into his mouth when he opens it to you.

His hips begin moving of their own accord, slowly rolling into you as your kiss gets more and more desperate. With each roll of his hips, it feels like he keeps reaching deeper and deeper inside you. You pull away from his lips to let out a load moan as the head of his cock grazes your cervix. His mouth heads south, licking and nipping at the skin on your jaw, neck and collarbones.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says into your skin before he’s reaching to push your knees up into your chest, effectively reaching a new depth inside of you.

You gasp out, finding it hard to catch your breath as your hands reach out to press against his abdomen. It does no good, though, as he relentlessly continues fucking you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“W-wait,” you gasp out, head falling back as stars find the edges of your vision when he picks up the pace. You feel the pleasure building up in your abdomen.

“No,” he tells you simply, voice breathy.

“No, wait,” you try again as the pleasure nears its peak. You want to hold out for as long as possible, but you don’t think you’ll be able to at the rate you’re going.

He shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing your tongue down.

“Shh,” he shushes you.

You’re too stunned to push him away, but at the same time the action has your pussy clenching around him, and he curses from above you. With every thrust, the cord pulls tighter and tighter in your belly. It becomes almost painful trying to keep it at bay.

“Come on,” he encourages you, fingers leaving your mouth and opting to wrap around your neck. “Cum for me.”

At his words, you let yourself go, cumming around him as he continues fucking you, slowly pushing in and out of you while he tries to slow his own orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he praises as you come down, letting your feet fall back to the bed and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

Before you can react, Tsukishima suddenly flips over onto your stomach and pulls your hips up, putting you on your hands and knees. You look back at him with wide eyes as he prods your entrance with his still hard cock before fully sheathing himself back inside you in one thrust.

Your back arches at the action, head falling back as a moan escapes your throat. He takes the opportunity to fist his hand into your hair and yank your body up so your back is flush against his front. He wraps his free arm around your waist, the hand that was wrapped in your hair coming around to find its home back around the column of your neck.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he continues fucking you, small gasps of “yes” leaving your lips as he builds you right back up to the edge.

“Look at you,” he comments. “You’re so fucking hot. It’s almost a shame I get to be the only one to see you like this.”

You can’t form a single coherent thought as you warn him of your approaching orgasm. He presses you right back down into the mattress to pick up his pace, slamming into you from behind as you bury your face into a pillow, crying out as you teeter right over the edge.

He fucks you through it again, pulling out at the last second to pump his length a few times before spilling his seed right onto your bare ass.

You both stay still as you come down, catching your breaths. It’s suddenly silent in your hotel room as the reality of what just happened dawns on both of you. You wait a few more beats, giving him a chance to break the silence before you do.

“Oi, Tsukishima…” you start, usual tone settled back into your voice. “You better clean that up.”

“Right…” he mutters. He leaves the bed to get a wet cloth, coming back to thoroughly wipe his cum off your ass.

You settle back onto your side of the bed as Tsukishima tosses the rag back into the bathroom. When he settles back onto his side you finally speak.

“Let’s… not talk about this,” you suggest.

He’s silent on the other side, probably in agreement, you think. So, you close your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, tears hot on your cheeks as they silently stain the pillow beneath your head in the dark.

Only you don’t know that Tsukishima is on the other side of the bed, hoping just as much as you are that that meant as much to you as it did to him.

#tsukishima kei smut #tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #you have no idea how at home I feel writing for this bastard #he's just so much fun

[ephedrathirsts]

Teach me

Synopsis: Your best friend asks you to take his virginity. As the both of you spend more time getting intimate with each other, you are forced to acknowledge your feelings for one another.

Contains: idiots in love trope, friends to lovers trope, lovers in denial, one-bed trope, crack and sarcasm, mutual pining, smut, fingering (reader receiving), dry-humping, fluff, afab reader, eventual angst, anger issues, allusions to surgery

Pairing: Hunter Sylvester! x afab! reader

Word count: 4900

Parts: I, II

You woke up feeling Hunter's breath tickling the back of your neck, his hand still resting firmly on top of you. You turned around to look at him as he was asleep. He looked very peaceful- a huge contrast with his usual state of being. His eyebrows were scrunched up and his mouth was slightly open. He looked cute just lying there. He pulled you closer and nuzzled into you.

  "I could feel you staring at me even in my sleep." He yawned and swallowed.

 You were caught, embarrassment flooding your head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." You whispered apologetically.

 "It's ok, you can make it up to me by staying like this for a little bit." You flushed. He wanted to hold you close. You were baffled but also incredibly joyful about it.

 "I can do that." You assured

  He made a clicking noise with his tongue and pecked your cheek. You were melting. The last thing you had ever imagined is Hunter being so soft and loving. I guess it is true what people say- harsh exterior, mushy interior. His hair was getting all messy as he adjusted to lay on your chest and put his arms on your sides.

 This whole course or whatever he called it was working all too well with you realizing that you might in fact have feelings for this weirdo. You couldn't keep lying to yourself anymore. Your heart was getting warmer for him by the second and the lovey-dovey act made it all the worse. You needed to snap out of it. Detach before it got fatal.

 "I think I need to go home."

 "We haven't even had breakfast yet. There is Captain Crunch in the kitchen, especially for you." He smiled

 "Oh, fuck you, asshole." You jabbed him lightly in the ribs and giggled.

 "Ouch, that hurt a lot. Don't you want to kiss it better?" He pouted, pleading to you with his eyes.

 You lowered your head to level with his ribs and kissed them over his T-shirt. Then you quickly got out of bed and got your clothes from his desk. "Ok, I gotta run now. Hope you feel better." You nudged yourself to get dressed as fast as possible and head out of the door but before you knew it he was out of bed and hugging you.

 "I'm not going to be keeping you. Just wanted to say bye." He declared as he put one loose strand of hair behind your ear.

 Your heart was in your throat. Or somewhere else entirely, you weren't sure. But all you knew was that you couldn't speak. You couldn't say anything. You tried to calm down your breathing discreetly, bit down on your tongue, and coughed up a quiet "goodbye". You let go of him and rushed out the door.

 His face dropped once you had gone. He knew he had fucked up. Maybe you wouldn't want to even see him again. He probably freaked you out with how needy he was acting but he couldn’t control it. His plan wasn’t going so great after all.

 "Fuck!" He hissed as he punched the kitchen island. "Shit, that actually did hurt. Fuck!" He snickered again, holding his fist close to his face so he could inspect it.

 "Don't break any of my furniture, kid!" His dad came into the room. "You had a rough night? Wanna talk about it..." For a moment Hunter considered it and then..

 "... I mean I get it; they always look prettier at night and in the morning... Uh... Real hags, am I right?" He tried to sound as if he empathized with his son.

 "You are talking about my best friend!" Hunter snapped.

 "Oh, she spent the night. She is a good kid. But what I said still applies. Everyone looks better at night and when you wake up you realize you made a mistake..."

 "Yeah, I get that," Hunter mumbled to himself with a pained expression. "I'm alright, I'm just gonna go down to my room."

 "Ok, kiddo. I'm gonna make bacon later, you can help yourself to a serving.." Hunter had already left.

  In the meantime, you were sprinting home, galloping even, floating through the air. But why? You felt so nice with him. There was no actual reason for you to go. You couldn't take it. All this uncertainty. All of these intrusive thoughts clouding your judgment. You couldn’t like your friend. Especially not now. Not after what you agreed to do. It is only bound to become worse for you while in the back of his mind there was probably a mental list of all of the girls he was going to bed or whatever.

You had to put your feelings aside. Your friend needed you and you promised to help. And to start making things right you needed to apologize. "I'm sorry I ran off in such a hurry. I remembered I had to look after my uncle's dog. I had a really good time last night! Next time you can pick the show :)"  

  You texted, wanting to make sure you didn't offend him in any way with your behavior, sprinkling in a little white lie to seem as not so big of an asshole.

 Hunter's phone buzzed. He saw he got a text from you. He wasn't prepared for whatever you had sent but curiosity urged him to open the message. "It's no problem. Next time we are doing it at yours and ur ordering."  He replied, a smile appearing on his face.

  Hunter came over to your house the next weekend. He made a mental note: no funny business, no overdoing it, no scaring you off. He wanted to do anything and everything with you. Go all the way, but you didn't need to know it or sense it. He shouldn't have made it obvious. "Ok, here goes nothing." He whispered to himself.

 You opened the door after hearing him knock, shivers and cold sweats running down your body. You could do this. It was just a normal hang-out with your friend. Nothing more. The two of you hadn't spent one on one time for a whole week. That's probably why you were feeling so anxious. "Hello there.." you said awkwardly."Come on in. I've ordered Chinese food and I have snacks."

 "Cool.." he smiled politely, shoving his hands into his pockets.

  "What do you want to watch.."

 "Look I'm sorry. I can't just not say anything. I know I weirded you out last time and I didn't mean to. We can stop with the lessons. I can learn the old-fashioned way." He cleared his throat

 "Hunter, you can't possibly weird me out, we've known each other for so long that there Is nothing you could do to achieve that..." You stated well-intentioned, completely lying through your teeth. "I said I was going to help you and from the beginning, you told me how you wanted it to be. You don't want it to seem fabricated, you want it to be natural, and if that's how you are around people you like then whoever gets on your rooster will be incredibly lucky." You smiled at him invitingly

 "Thank you.." he still felt a bit shy and out of place but he appreciated your words. "So we are continuing this experiment?" He asked, waiting for a confirmation.

 "As long as you want to, yes."

 "Great, that's great, yeah. It is totally going to help in the future... you know... when I like someone.."

  "Yeah, I do know." You mumbled disappointedly.

  The both of you were seated on the sofa in the living room, barely speaking to each other, not because you were so engulfed in the incredible storytelling of "Extreme Cheapskates" but because the both of you were too afraid to disturb the peace, to ruin everything. There was an uncomfortable amount of distance between you and both of you secretly wanted to break it, but you were set on restraining yourselves. Wishing that the other would be the one to make the first move or to speak up.

 "I'm gonna go get the popcorn out of the microwave. Be right back"

 "Ok, don't take too much time or you might miss the juicy part."

 "Sure, as if there is a juicy part." You welled sarcastically from the kitchen, reaching into the microwave, distractedly feeling for the hot bag of popcorn, palms first. You yelped in pain.

 "Fuck, ouch" you hissed. Hunter jumped out of his seat and hurried over to you. He looked at you with worry as you ran your hand under the kitchen sink, cold water splashing over your skin.

 "I'm ok, don't worry. Just slightly burned myself, a common mistake. Just me being clumsy." You joked but you could still see him coming closer to you to inspect your hand, drying it off with a towel and holding it caringly.

  "Do you have Band-Aids or a plaster?" He asked

  "Don't be silly, this is nothing. It's not even an actual burn. It just stung a little bit. That's all." You said reassuringly, becoming increasingly aware of his proximity. You could smell his cologne, see every little scratch on his face. As he was holding your gaze, he brought your hand to his mouth and started planting little kisses over it. You gulped. You couldn't take it. His eyes boring into yours. Into your soul even.

  He opened his mouth to speak a soft "Is that better?" but you hungrily hushed him with your lips, gripping tightly onto the fabric of his jacket.

 He kissed you back, hands on your waist, pulling you close, sensing the scent of your shampoo. He wanted you and maybe you wanted him too.

  Not letting go of each other, you led him back into the living room and pushed him down onto the sofa. You were on top of him, looking down with a sheepish smile. He reached up and cupped your face, kissing you way more confidently this time, his tongue meeting yours and playing with it. He put his hands on the small of your back, pushing you down to close the gap between you. As you broke away, he started looking at you all starstruck.

 "Do you want to go up to my room?" You asked in a hushed voice. That's all he ever wanted for as long as he could remember, but now when the possibility was so close he panicked. He wasn't ready to have you this close not knowing whether it was going to last.

 "Yeah, I do," he said as he gently kissed your neck. "But I can't…I can't do it tonight…I'm sorry." He broke away from your skin

 "Oh?" Flush set over your face. "I didn't mean... I get it if you're not ready, I just wanted more privacy... Not sure when my parents are gonna come bursting through the door. I can't have them seeing me on top of you like this."

 Fuck, that's how it sounded. I mean maybe you wanted it. You did want to actually. But you were going to let it play out slow and steady. You didn't mean to rush things.

 "Oh, ok then.. let’s go.." Hunter chuckled embarrassedly.

 "I mean, I thought you were staying over. Like when I stayed over last time. I'm sorry I made things awkward. I didn't mean to kill the mood." You fidgeted with your fingers.

  "It's ok, you didn't." He laughed softly and pecked your lips.

  Both of you went up the stairs and straight to your room. You were getting progressively hornier. Inexplicably so, right? You hushed the lighting a bit and played music from one of his playlists so he feels more at home. Then you held his hand and whispered: "Do you want to come to bed with me?"

  "Yes, positively so." He answered excitedly.

 He was such a kid. You loved him for it. Uh.. the l-word. Nope, too early for that. Time to push the thought down and not examine it ever again.

 He laid on top of you this time, stroking your hair and slowly kissing down your neck, being careful not to leave any marks. He looked down at you adoringly and played with the hem of your shirt.

  "You can take it off if you want to." You told him almost inaudibly

 A rush coursed through his body, he put his arms on your stomach and slowly started to peel it off of you when a voice echoed through the house. "Honey, we are home." Shit, cockblocks. The nation's favorites. "Come down for a moment, you need to put away all these plates if you are going to bed. You can't just leave a mess like that." Your mom shouted.

  "Coming" you answered with annoyance. "I'm sorry.." you started massaging your temples angrily

 "It's ok, I'll come down with you. It's my mess too." He grinned lovingly and you gave him an appreciative kiss in response. "Thanks"

After you were done washing the dishes and organizing them back into their respective places, the two of you went up to your room again. "I'm sorry for the interruption." You looked at him apologetically

 "It's ok, we can pick up where we left off some other time right?" He asked all hopeful and giddy.

 "Yes, of course." You went to the bathroom and undressed. Putting on one of your favorite slip dress. Maybe you weren't going to have sex tonight but you could still give him a view. Hunter peeled off his T-shirt and jeans and tucked himself in bed, sniffing your pillows before you came back in.

  "I'm sorry. It is so warm. I'm going to boil if I wear the T-shirt..." He spat out distractedly as he saw you come closer to him.

 "That's ok. I want you to be comfortable." You were holding his gaze and you could see his eyes all too obviously roaming your body. Your hair was down, the skirt of the gown ending only a couple of inches after your thighs. One of the straps had slid down your shoulders and the material of the dress was leaving pretty little to the imagination.

 Without a beat, he grabbed you by the hips and positioned you on top of him, your skirt riding up and revealing more of your skin to him. Both of your straps were slightly off your shoulders now and your breath had hitched in your throat. "Hunter.."

  "…You said you weren't ready.." you uttered as his lips came down to your neck, not so tentatively this time, not caring at all whether he left a mark. You gasped loudly at this action.

 "I can still make you feel good, right?" He said in a hushed husky tone. "What else are a guitarist’s fingers good for? Just don't make too much noise. I don't want your parents banning me from your house." He smirked and flipped you over getting on top of you. You had never wanted him more. You bit your bottom lip. You were getting so wet just by listening to him talk.

  He continued kissing and sucking on your neck and slowly touching up your thighs, scratching them, making you hiss. "May I?" He said pleading.

 "Ye-yes... Please do.."

 He was getting so fucking hard seeing you like this. But he wanted to prove himself to you. Show you how much he values your pleasure over his. He started massaging your clit, warranting a gasp or two from you. As he found the right tempo, he could see you fully letting go, gripping tightly onto his biceps. Scratching him as you did, which he loved.

 When he was sure you were wet enough, he inserted one of his fingers into you, hitting you just in the right spot. Your legs were shaking. You were nothing but a sweating, cursing mess under his touch."Fuck, Hunter, don't stop!"

  "Not planning to."He dipped his head to suck on the upper part of your breasts and added in another finger. Pumping in and out at a steady pace he started moving faster into you, making you moan. Damn all of his experience plucking strings. It felt waay too good.

 He thrusted into you faster, knowing all too well you weren't going to last much longer. He bore into your eyes. He could see you were close, you just needed a little encouragement and encouraging he was:  -"It's ok, you can let go. Come all over my fingers. I'll lick them clean later."

 That was all you needed to hear. You gripped him harder, pushing yourself up to crash into him, and bit down on his shoulder as you finished all over his hand. He continued fingering you until you came down from your high.

 He removed his fingers from you and inserted them into his mouth, savoring every little drop of you. "You taste fucking amazing." He exclaimed as he bent down to kiss your lips. Your cheeks were red and there was no hiding it.

  You held up a glass of water to him. You were mesmerized as if you were seeing him with new eyes. This was Hunter, your presumed ‘just friend’. The one who had just made you come and put you on cloud nine. After he gulped down his water he asked with a concerned expression: "Did I do well?"

 You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him gently. “Yes, you did fantastically." You smiled into his lips and he smiled too.

   The metal aficionado was extremely geeked. Reviewing his notes every day and replaying the time you had spent together in his head constantly. He was trying to be slick, but he wasn't sure how long it would take before he crumbled.

 He had fooled you. Unbeknownst to you, he had no intention of even entertaining the idea of getting with his so-called ‘groupies’. He wanted you to be his teacher because was only interested in pleasing one person- you. Studying what you desire and what puts you off.

  It probably sounded a bit scheming but he couldn't just go up to you to confess that he liked you, you know, as a normal fucking human being would. He didn't even want to fully admit it to himself. Emotions were tricky for him and so were for you. The situation wouldn't have gone anywhere if he were to breach the gap with you not returning his feelings. No, he needed a plan to make you want him too and he was willing to do anything to achieve it. That's why when you finally followed up on your next lesson, he was ecstatic.

 "I'm gonna come by your place later tonight."

  "Cool, text me when ur close." He wanted to sound nonchalant but he was freaking out. Acting like a fangirl watching fancams of one of her favorite kpop idols. He was so giddy and happy that even his father got worried.

"What the fuck is that squeaky noise coming out of your room, kid? Are you ok?"

"I'm doing amazing birth enabler! Also don't just pop in the stairway without announcing yourself. I could be wanting my privacy."

 "When you get yourself a fancy house with a pool, music studio, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, kitchen and living room by cutting and filling up tits is when you will be entitled to your privacy."

"I know you would rather be FEELING up tits instead-but if I were to properly think about doing some of that myself I would still need my fucking space, so leave! Now!"

"I'm paying your therapist way too much!"

"That's all of the precious boob money for you!" Hunter screamed annoyed, trying to sound witty while he heard a different set of footsteps down the stairs.

"I'm sorry, did I come at the wrong time? I texted you ten minutes ago and rang the doorbell but you didn't reply so I let myself in. Oh, and hello mister Sylvester."

"Well hello to you too, looks like some people your age still have manners, Hunter! Always a pleasure to have you home, darling. I wanted to say I'm sorry about your aunt… It's terrible what happened to her. You know you're basically family so if you ever want to have a breast augmentation, I can make you a deal for the implants afterward. With a chest your size, not too big to be a burden to your back but still eye-catching enough you should keep the volume so..."

 "Father, get the fuck out! And stop staring at students’ tits!"

 "Don't get ridiculous Hunter, she is like a daughter to me. I would never.. anyways I think I have some work to do. I'm gonna leave you kids to it." He replied as he not so discreetly winked at Hunter

 "Fuck... Fucking finally. I'm so sorry! He was incredibly fucking insensitive and creepy."

 "He was staring directly at my chest, like eyeing it reeal good."

 "Yeah, he is fucking disgusting. I'm so sorry."

 "It isn't your fault; you don't have to apologize for his behavior. I'm fine."

 "Do you want to come some other time; I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

 "No, I take all of my ventures very seriously. I told you I was going to be here so here I am."

"Yeah," Hunter said self-consciously, scratching the back of his neck. He noticed how pretty you looked. You always looked pretty, but you had gone out of your way to do so this time. With your hair done, make-up on, a familiar scent of your perfume drifting through the air and the pendent Hunter had gifted you for your birthday hanging around your neck. He was entranced.

 "I don't think we should go all the way tonight. We are still testing things out, being in the beginning stages and all."

 Hunter snapped back awake from his daydream."Mhm" was all he could muster. He wanted to go and grab you, kiss you right this moment but he couldn't just do that after his father's speech. He needed to get the mood going. "Firstly, do you want to listen to some music? You can play whatever you want. Even your shitty the Weeknd knockoffs."

 "Chase Atlantic have some good songs, ok? And it's not so much about quality with them. It's about the vibe of it all. The experience. But that's a great suggestion for the occasion."

 "I don't know, they sound like try-hard vampire wannabes."

 "Yeah, that’s the beauty of it."

 You turned on the speaker and played one of your playlists. For a moment you were somewhere else, mouthing the lyrics, humming to yourself, slowly rocking your hips in tune with the music as Hunter came up behind you and turned your head so you were facing him."Good thing you're also beautiful, otherwise I would never listen to that crap." He muttered in a hushed voice.

  You mustered a barely audible "thank you" and he shushed you with his lips. It was hard to get used to. Him touching you like that, talking to you like he wasn't little old Hunter. The one you grew up with, the one you had known ever since diapers, but right now it was too hard to perceive him that way. You had already gone over the crossing line and there was no going back.

 He held your hand in his and whispered into your mouth: "Do you want to come to bed with me? I promise I won't do anything to scare you off." Batting his eyelashes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

 "Do you even know how to?" You teased, feeling him come up against you again way more assertively this time.

  His hands landed on your hips, yours entangled in his hair. His tongue slithered into your mouth, soft gasps escaping both of you. He was calculated at first, confident but measured until he got progressively hungrier for your kiss. As you started reaching for his back, pushing him closer and closer to you he deepened the kiss and began roaming your body with his hands. Your knees were getting weak just from the slightest touch. He was a virgin but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a hell of a good kisser. You started to lose balance. He prompted you up by sliding his knee between your legs. A dirty trick that was working very well in his favor.

You parted to get some air and he whispered again. "I hope not." You were flushed, all knots in your stomach and trembling pulsing sensation all over your limbs. He had turned you into jello just by kissing you and that did scare you because you didn't expect to feel this good, to want him so much.

 "Lead the way." You your heart was racing.

 Hunter grabbed your hand again and sat on top of his bed. To his surprise, you didn't sit next to him or opposite him. You made yourself comfortable in his lap, lightly grinding down on him. All of his confidence from before flew out the window. You looked at him with lust in your eyes, your lips forming a devilish smile as you scanned his face. He was getting nervous. He wanted to impress you and he loved every second of it but he wasn't expecting you to look at him the same way. He guessed you were committed to your job. He was speechless just looking at you, wanting to remember this forever.

"What are you getting so shy for, didn't you invite me here?" You grinned cockily "It's ok baby boy, I can do some of the work now. You just relax." You whispered into his lips kissing him yourself with none of the measure or sensitivity of some of your previous kisses. You were boiling from the inside. A volcano ready to erupt. You grinded on him wantingly, letting him feel the wetness seeping through your underwear as your skirt had ridden up your thighs, exposing them deliciously. He moaned in response when you pulled on his hair, nibbling and sucking on his lips and finishing him off by biting the lower one.

 You being so desperately horny for him got him so incredibly hard. He was a mess under your touch but he needed you to be one under his as well. He couldn't control it anymore. He held down your inner thighs, squeezing them hard as his fingers dug into your skin. You gasped and moaned. He began sucking on your neck, leaving purple bruises on his path. He licked and kissed your calves and upper breasts as you purred into his ear."Hunter, this feels so damn good."

 Electricity coursed through his body. He needed to have you all to himself like this forever. He gripped your hips hard, moving you on top of him faster and faster. He kissed you just like you had kissed him

before. With his lustful tongue making patterns in your mouth, sucking on your lips, and then biting you playfully. He put more and more speed in, feeling your heat press against his erection so violently. He was going to come; he couldn't contain himself but he needed you to come with him too.

 "God, you make me insane. You are so fucking hot." He hissed while bucking his hips upwards, hitting your core in the most sinful way.

 You could see he was close and you needed something to push both of you off the edge so without even thinking you whimpered into his mouth. "If you get this hard and desperate for me now, I could only imagine what you would do when you're stretching me out with your dick."

 That was the last straw. He couldn't hold on anymore. He came under you, cum bursting all over his boxers and he couldn't be happier about it. Your legs were twitching as you came a second later, a vibration coursing through your body. You closed your eyes for a moment just to open them and to remember -you just made your best friend cream his pants and you wanted to do it again and again.

 But then the sinking feeling came in. He wanted to do this as a form of practice for other girls. He was going to creep up under your skin,  get to your heart, and then use all of the moments you've spent together to please someone else. Like it didn't mean anything. And the worst part was that this was exactly what you agreed to, so why did it make you ache?

  Hunter was blissful. He was much closer to you than he had ever been before and it seemed like you were feeling this newfound closeness too, that you liked It, but this voice in the back of his head came back rushing in: "She is just following up on her promise. If she feels anything towards me right now, it's probably pity."

 You slowly untangled yourself from the metalhead, got up, and straightened up your skirt. "Well, I gotta go now. Good job today, partner.. uh student." You gave him an awkward high-five and bolted out of his room.

 Yeah, it was definitely pity.

#metal lords #metal lords hunter sylvester #metal lords fanficition #metal lords smut #hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester fanfiction #hunter sylvester smut #hunter sylvester x reader #hunter sylvester x reader smut #hunter sylvester x afab reader #hunter sylvester x afab reader smut #hunter sylvester imagine #kevin schlieb

[renard-dartigue]

A Guide to Sleep Token

This will be a post for new fans looking to learn some basic/surface level information about the band Sleep Token. 

*Cracks typing knuckles*

So basically, Sleep Token is an “atl-prog-blackened shoegaze”(what it sounds like to me) band from Britain. People mostly associate them with heavy metal (myself included) But in reality, no one really knows what genre they are and I think the band likes it that way. 

(cont.)

The Bands Symbol

Lore / Terms to Know

Their lore goes that the lead singer had a dream where he encountered an elder God called "Sleep" (its actual name is impossible for the human tongue to speak) thus, he created the band to make music in worship to the God.

They call their songs "offerings", presumably to Sleep.

Concerts are called "rituals".

When you buy merchandise, you are "consuming" it.

The term "worship" is used by the band and fans as a form of acknowledgement.

The band has a total of 7 members and are known as "vessels". All are anonymous, using masks, body paint, and robes to hide themselves. It is said they do this because their music is more important than their identities.

Band Members

4 of them are at the front and are identified with Roman numerals:

I / Vessel

(I) Also known as Vessel (V or Vess) is the lead singer/vocalist of the band and wears a sculpted mask with an exposed mouth. His mask changes based on the album. His vocal range is like no other, at one point singing like an angel before immediately shifting gear into a black metal scream.

II

(II) is the drummer. A fantastic one at that. His solos are godly, very reminiscent of jazz or gospel. (I believe he started the band alongside Vessel) Check out “An Offering from II” on YouTube to see him go crazy.

Recently he did an interview with Drumeo on YouTube where he talks about his influences and does drum playthroughs of a few songs that demonstrate his drumming prowess.

III

(III) is the bassist, or the "bassy boy" as many fans call him. He is quite the character on stage. His energy is unmatched. You'll often find him prancing on the right side of the stage or laying on his back trying to get Vessel's attention (and Vessel does)

IV

(IV) is the guitarist, often has a covert/cool energy to him but he can be just as captivating as III. Over time he's developed a bit of a flirtatious side toward the crowd. Fuckboy energy(affectionate). He also provides sub vocals, raw screaming certain parts when Vessel is busy singing his heart out lol.

Vesselettes

Then there are the 3 last members, the choir or vessellettes. They are the three cloaked figures in the back who provide sub-vocals/harmonies. They may not be too audible on certain recorded tracks, but live they sound absolutely heavenly, making songs go from amazing to spectacular!

Music

Song structure-wise, the best way I can call it is measured emotional chaos. Fans are still trying to decipher their meanings here and on Reddit. 

But what seems to be the theme is toxic relationships, unhealthy coping, romantic trauma, bitter sweat endings, and eventual closure. It's really gripping stuff I'll tell ya. You gotta hear it for yourself to really understand.

There is ALOT more but that's about a general rundown.

They have 2 EPs called "One" and "Two". These are the band's earliest work but they are still fantastic.

They've only got 3 albums out as of writing this. "Sundowning", "This Place Will Become Your Tomb", and "Take Me Back to Eden"(the one released this year)

Songs I recommend as a launch point:

Jaws

The Offering

Higher

Hypnosis

Alkaline

The Love You Want

The Summoning

My personal favorites :)

All of "One"

All of "Two"

Dark Signs

High Water

Ascensionism

Vore

Take Me Back to Eden

They also have Instagram for the band and their personas. But please avoid trying to uncover their identities, They wish to remain anonymous.

https://www.instagram.com/sleep_token/

https://www.instagram.com/ii_sleeptoken/

https://www.instagram.com/iii_sleeptoken/

https://www.instagram.com/iv_sleeptoken/

Hope you like these spooky goobers.

Other fans are free to comment and/or reblog with additional information or fun facts I missed. 

Worship.

#not art #my sleep token sure is lol #sleep token #sleep token band #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #worshitposting #okay back to art lol #i could talk about these nerds all day #sleep token guide

[kapkant7]

Thoughts on the new DBD chapter?

I'm on console so I can't speak about it from personal experience, but from watching footage I love it so far. First up The Unknown:

(that's gotta be the coolest Killer title)

As a zoomer I grew up with creepypasta stuff like The Russian Sleep Experiment and the like back in the early 2010s, and this nails the feeling of a messed up picture used for a creepypasta that is also lost media that no one can find the origin of. I especially like the fact it's intentionally a thematic mess pulling from different contradictory stories about it in universe, such as the Killer power being from an alien urban legend and the axe being from a serial killer urban legend.

Kit wise I'm excited to put my War Machine usage from Call of Duty: Black Ops II into practice

The map I can't speak to balance wise since I haven't played it, but aesthetically this is my favourite map in the game bar none. I've been wanted a more urban environment for a long time. And as for the Survivor...

You could say I like her yeah.

Joking about aesthetic biases aside I really like her ties to Mikaela just because I like seeing Survivors and Killers who knew each other before the events of the game in general. I'm just shocked that the only other inter chapter Survivor duo before this that I can think of are Felix and Èlodie. Sable's whole look is also a horror movie archetype that we've being missing considering we have Dwight as the nerd, Meg as the jock, Jake as the survivalist etc.

I also like the addition of a new perk type finally.

Overall this is probably my favourite non licensed chapter next to End Transmission just for the theming alone.

#dead by daylight #dbd #all things wicked #sable ward #the unknown

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 13

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: Winter is coming and no one is safe.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

Winter was coming and you didn't mean some famous TV show that others watched. No, Winter really was here as November neared its end and December was only days away.

As you had requested after your horrible nightmare a week ago, Genya had moved from the couch to your room where you slept together in the same bed like a real couple.

Only you had decided to wait until you were both adults aka 18 years old before you would give in to carnal pleasures and have sex. That meant that the two of you would have to wait until next year, January 7th when Genya had his 18th birthday.

Your birthday? Your birthday was just a couple of days after New Year. Your family used to laugh 'New Year, New Baby' when your mother was waiting for you since you were supposed to be born on New Year, but you decided to wait a little longer before you were ultimately evicted from your home of 9 months.

But yes, things were going well with you and Genya and you learned something new about each other almost every day. Like how despite being the smallest one of the two of you, you liked to be the big spoon in the bed while sleeping and that Genya actually liked being spooned.

Speaking of sleeping, the two of you were oversleeping, and if Lady hadn't started to meow just outside your bedroom door then you both would have no doubt been late from school. You weren't late, but you sure were running late!

"Oh God, why didn't the alarm ring!?" You cursed as you struggled to get your shoes on and Genya ran out of the bathroom, his hair barely combed, "Shit, I don't know, but we gotta go!"

"No time to buy lunch, we gotta go now!" You said as the two of you grabbed your bags and left in a hurry, running as fast as you could so you wouldn't be late for your first classes of the day… And you made it just in time!

As soon as you made it past the school's gates the two of you nearly collapsed on the ground.

"W- we made it…!" Genya said and you panted breathlessly as you tried to catch your breath, "B- barely…!"

The bells rang and you were still outside so you weren't safe quite yet.

"See ya at lunch!" You both shouted as you went on your own ways since you weren't in the same class.

Much to your horror, your first class that day was math with Sanemi Shinazugawa aka Genya's scary big brother. He was just checking the attendance when you rushed into the classroom.

"I'm sorry I'm late," You said hurriedly as you made your way to your seat and the scarred teacher glared at you but otherwise, he just counted you in. Huh, maybe teacher Shinazugawa was in a good mood?

As soon as you managed to sit down you felt your legs give in. You groaned, your legs aching and your throat hurt so badly because of how hard you had breathed the cool Winter air.

The class went on as it would and you tried your hardest to understand the formula you were learning that morning while staying with the rest of the class so you wouldn't fall behind.

Before you knew it, the class ended and you were all given homework for the next day. You groaned tiredly as you put your books and notes into your bag and you were about to head to your next class when suddenly-!

"Young miss, please stay. I have something I want to talk about with you." Teacher Shinazugawa called you and you could almost hear the girls in the background giggle at you as they left the classroom. You sighed as you waited for the last students to leave before you made your way to the teacher's desk.

"I'm sorry I was late, sir, it won't happen again," You apologized humbly, but the scarred man scoffed, "You made it barely so I'm letting you go with a warning this time."

"Thank you, sir." You nodded and turned to leave, but before you could go Sanemi called after you, "Hold it! I didn't say you could leave just yet!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir," You stopped and the man nodded, "What are you and Genya doing at Christmas?"

"Christmas?" You hummed. You hadn't thought about it. Until now, you always bought yourself new manga and something delicious to eat and gorge yourself full. But now it was different since Genya lived with you so you would have to probably prepare better.

"If you don't have any plans then would you and Genya like to come over to our place to celebrate?"

"Ex-!" You blinked in shock, "Excuse me?"

"Tch, you don't have to if the idea sounds so awful-!"

"It doesn't!" You exclaimed and nodded eagerly, "Yes, my answer is yes! I would love to come! I'll just have to ask Genya!"

"He will come because I tell him so!" The teacher exclaimed and you nodded, "Please don't worry, I'll talk to him when I see him at lunch."

"You do that." He nodded and you smiled a little, "Can I go now?"

"Yes, go, your next class starts soon anyway." The teacher waved you off and you left quietly with a small, "Have a nice day." to your teacher. You went to the next class and another until it was finally lunchtime.

Only you and Genya had left in such a hurry that neither of you had managed to make or buy any lunch from the convenience store. So when you met at your usual spot you were both pretty empty-handed so you tried to distract the two of you with news.

"Your big brother asked if we would spend Christmas at your place?" You asked as you made yourself comfortable and Genya's eyes widened, "Big brother asked that?"

"Yes?"

"That's… Huge!"

"Wh- wha- why?"

"Big brother never invites people outside the family to family gatherings." Genya frowned a little, "He must be serious about you and me..!"

"Ah, true." You nodded and he looked at you, "How do you feel about it? Do you want to go? Because we don't need to go if you don't want to!"

At any other time you would have declined an invite to any meeting, parties especially, but living with Genya built your tolerance. Also, this was your boyfriend's family, you had to go and earn their acceptance of your and Genya's relationship!

"I don't mind, it actually sounds pretty nice." You confessed, "But I haven't been to family parties in years so I might be rusty."

"Just be yourself and I'm sure the rest of my family will also love you just like I do." Genya said and you blinked, "Oh yeah, didn't you have younger siblings?"

You hadn't been around younger kids in ages, but you liked to think that despite your status as a loner, you were pretty okay with kids thanks to your vast collection of comics, games, and such.

"Yeah, I have 5 younger siblings." Genya said and you almost choked on your own spit, "F- FIVE!?"

"Yeah, there are my little brothers Shuya, Hiroshi, and Koto, and then there are my little sisters Teiko and Sumi."

"H- How-!" You wanted to ask, but you quickly shook your head and instead asked, "How do you feel about this?"

"I, uh…" Genya blushed, "Of course, I love you and I would love it if my family knew how I felt about you and liked you also…"

"T- then..!" You swallowed as you collected your courage.

"In that case, I would love to meet your family!" You yelped out loud as you felt your face burn with blush..!

…Or at least you thought it was blush, but suddenly you felt extremely fatigued.

"I'm just… gonna sit down… for a second…" You were saying when suddenly you lost all control as you went limp and if it wasn't for Genya's quick reflexes you would have collapsed on the ground.

"W- whoa!" He quickly caught you and noticed that you had fainted.

"O- Oi! Are you okay?" He called your name and that's when he noticed how red you were. He gently touched your forehead and you felt hot.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the infirmary at once!" He picked you up like you weighed nothing and ran like crazy.

An hour later, you were resting on the bed and Genya sat next to your bed, looking worried and guilty. Apparently, you had managed to catch a sudden nasty flu and fever that caused you to faint. Genya felt guilty for not noticing it earlier. He had honestly thought that you were blushing because you were talking about his family, but you were actually sick.

"Genya?"

The young man flinched as he looked up and saw the Health Teacher slash nurse Tamayo and his big brother Sanemi walk into the room. Genya quickly got up and looked at the woman, "Will she be okay?"

"She has a fever, but she should get better with some rest." Tamayo said and Genya sighed in relief, but then he noticed his brother and looked at him, "Brother…"

"Tch, you worried me there, you shithead…!" The older Shinazugawa growled and Genya bowed, "I'm sorry…"

"It wasn't your fault Genya," Miss Tamayo said, "I went through her contacts and she doesn't appear to have anyone in her emergency contacts that could take her home."

"I live with her so I'll take her!" Your boyfriend said as he bounced up from his seat, but he flinched the moment he saw his older brother Sanemi glaring at him, "B- brother, I'll take her home and return at once-!"

"Are you kidding me!?" Sanemi snapped and Tamayo hushed him, "Quiet in the infirmary, please."

"Sorry," The older Shinazugawa apologized before he turned to look at his younger brother again, "You're going to take her home and care for your girlfriend until she is better!"

"W- what about school?" Genya was stunned to see his big brother act the way he was acting. Sanemi scoffed as he looked at your resting form, "Don't get me wrong, school is important but so is your girlfriend's health!"

"You can take a couple of days off and look after her." Nurse Tamayo said calmly with a small smile, "I'll let your teachers know about the situation and send you the homework."

"Thank you, ma'am," The younger Shinazugawa thanked the woman and turned to address his big brother but the older man was already on his phone.

"Brother-"

"I'm ordering you a taxi. I'm not letting you carry her in the cold where she can get worse and you can catch what she has!" Sanemi said and Genya was stunned by his brother's kindness. He knew that his older brother favored tough love, but this was nice too.

"Thank you, big brother." Genya genuinely thanked his brother who grunted as he looked away from his younger brother, "Whatever, just make sure she gets better."

"I promise, I will!"

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu academy #modern!Au #genya shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa #tamayo #reader #reader insert #story #my story #writing #my writing #FEM!Reader #fever #sickness #ENJOY!

[yichuuonvenus]

The After Party- II

Ethan Landry x Reader

Tainted Love- Chapters

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-con, Loss of Virginity, Cock Warming, Dacryphilia, Knifeplay, Forced Orgasms, Corruption, Murder, Blood, Nightmares, Stalking, Underage Drinking, Attempted assault, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forced Relationship, Dacryphilia, Isolation

“…Two found dead tonight both were New York City University students.”

The TV was so loud that it filled the room. 

You hugged the wall, hearing the noise. It all went blank as the new anchor talked about a Ghostface mask near the scene of the crime. 

“Pack your things. Me, you, and y/n leave tonight,” Sam said as she went towards the hallway where you were. 

“What are you doing up?” Sam said, staring at you in disbelief. 

“I- I don’t- I-“ you stumbled, collapsing onto the floor as tears filled your eyes. 

A man was in the living room, and Chad pulled him towards the door. Tara got up immediately trying to come up with reasons why it was not about them. Sam grabbed onto you. You were hyperventilating, close to passing out again.  

That same horror that you tried your best to ignore and that you wanted to put behind you was all coming back to the surface. Like a ruff tide pulling you under, beneath the waves. 

“Tara, we are leaving!”

“Can- can we at least think about this?! Quinn’s dad is a cop! We can call him and find out what’s going on,” Tara spoke as Quinn started to immediately call him. 

Sam’s phone rang as she was trying to comfort you, causing everyone around you to stare at it. 

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan said causing Anika to huff. 

“You gotta keep up.” 

Quinn came back her face serious as she handed the phone to Sam. 

“My dad wants to speak to you.” 

“Watch her,” Sam said as she left to go talk to Quinn’s father. 

Tara immediately calmed you down. Trying to pet your hair as a way to keep you from having a mental breakdown. 

“Tara… I want- I want to go to bed,” you said barely above a whisper. 

You could feel the blood pouring from your stomach the way the knife felt on your chest. The stabs that filled your abdomen. The bloodcurdling scream that filled your lungs. The smile on Amber’s face was the look of admiration for her work. 

“Tara, I need to go to bed,” you started to cry. 

Tara was quick to pull you on your feet. Chad helped as he guided you back to Tara’s room. 

It was like a never-ending nightmare. Ghostface is back and you knew whoever it was wasn’t going to stop until you all were dead. 

You went to sleep with the same nightmare bleeding into your head. 

Help

HELP ME

SOMEONE 

PLEASE 

“HELP ME,” a scream tore through you. 

“You’re okay… you’re okay.” The person said in a soft voice to try to soothe you. 

You opened your eyes. They were blurry and watery trying to make out who it was. Those same brown curls you knew all too well were the first thing you saw. He smelled nice like clean linen as he held you rocking back and forth shushing you gently. 

“I- I thought you all left,” You said trying to catch your breath. 

“Well… we did and then Tara and Sam got hurt so everyone is at the police station. So Chad asked me to stay here and watch over you,” he whispered loosening his hold on you. 

“Are- are they alright?” You sat up immediately a little too quickly causing you to have a dizzy spell. 

He steadied you as you swayed. His face was close to yours, breath fanning over your face. 

“Yeah, they are fine. They said they’ll be back in a few hours.” Ethan gently laid you back. He spoke up again. “Lemme get you something to drink.”

You nodded and smiled before turning over and covering yourself with blankets. 

You didn’t like to be the “weak” one. The one they always had to baby but it was all you’ve ever known. You didn’t know anything else as sad as it was. 

You could feel a sinking feeling like there was a hole at the bottom of your stomach and all your organs were going to pour out of you. Blood was the first thing you smelled. It was all over your body it took over your senses. You wanted to scream but all you could do was keep your body still. 

You were sweating so much but you were so so cold. You felt hands on you, roaming your head, and the blood was gone. 

“You’re burning up,” Ethan said as he held the glass of water to your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you started to cry. 

Ethan panicked for a moment not knowing what to say. 

“Hey, no it’s okay. Just drink this ‘kay.”

You nodded, slowly sipping on the water he held to your lips. 

You were scared, confused, and most of all terrified. Ghostface was back. Whatever it is whoever it was they were back. 

“Hey- oh,” Quinn said smirking, “We just came back. We are having a group meeting after class.”

Ethan nodded as he looked at her, you couldn’t see his face but he turned back to you with a smile. 

“Drink some more of that water, okay?” 

“I will…”

Ethan walked out with a small awkward wave. Quinn sat down on the bed next to you.

“I need to get ready for class and go back to my dorm. I overstayed my stay-“ 

“No of course not. You are basically one of Sam’s siblings you could never overstay.”

You shyly smiled, “You truly are a good friend.”

“Of course, now go get ready for class.” 

You gave her a small hug and gathered your things. You were glad that you stayed here before school started, some of your clothes were in Tara’s closet. You did not want to walk around in your Red Riding Hood costume. 

Sam was outside talking to Tara.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sam asked 

“I need to go get ready for class today I still smell like a frat party.” 

“You can get ready here.”

“Sam,” Tara reprimanded.

“Fine, just be safe,” Sam replied reluctantly.

“I’m always am.”

With that, you walked out with a drawl string bag in your hand. 

. . . 

When you got to your dorm room your roommate was in the common room finishing up her make up. 

“Hey, I was wondering where you’ve been,” she said.

“Hey sorry, I’ve been out with Tara and all of them. We went to that Halloween party,” you stuttered. 

She noticed how your voice trembled a bit causing her to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. She knew what happened to you last year. It was kinda hard for people to not know what happened in Woodsboro. 

You both were starting to get comfortable with each other but she made sure to make you feel at home and safe. The boundaries you both set have never been crossed you both made sure of it. 

She said your name softly causing you to stop what you’re doing and look at her. Your face fell as soon as you looked into her eyes. 

“I’m- I’m just so scared,” you whispered as she hugged you. 

“I know,” she said softly rubbing your back as lightly as possible. 

There was nothing to be said further she already knew Ghostface was back. You pulled back hesitantly. 

“I need- I need to get ready for class,” you sniffled. 

“Yeah of course,” she said with a smile, “call me if you need anything. I gotta get going.” 

“I’ll see you,” you said. 

“See you,” she replied. 

She left and you stood there for a good while just staring at the spot she was at. You took a deep breath. You’re not in Woodsboro anymore. You were halfway across the country. 

There was no way Ghostface was after you or your friends.

At least that was what you wanted to desperately believe. 

. . . 

“Am I going to die a virgin?” Ethan said. 

You stared down at your feet as Mindy furrowed her eyebrows at Ethan. You stared off into the sky not caring for the conversation. 

“Uh.. weird overshare but that brings us to our current suspects. Ethan. The shy dorky guy who no one suspects, because he's so shy and dorky.” 

“Why am I on the list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?” 

“Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could have fixed it to get next to us.” She quickly said. Before making her way to Quinn. “Quinn. The slutty roommate. Horror movie classic.”

“Uhh sex positive but thank you?” Quinn wondered. 

You stared off at the planes and the birds. You didn’t care for conversation. How could they blame you? 

“Hey, are you okay?” Wes said as he peered into your eyes. You all were at school again. At the picnic table. 

He smiled as he looked at you. His eyes were on your lips. You looked around, seeing Mindy laugh along with Tara. 

Wes was next to you, his smile was lighting your heart. 

“Wes?” You giggled as he playfully nudged you.

“Babe?” He said and when you blinked he was bloody, multiple stab wounds covered his body. 

“Wes,” you screamed. 

Wes…

“Are you okay?”

You stared at Mindy for a long time. Your eyes were so dull and you could only nod your head. 

“Yeah… I- I just… I need to go,” you whispered. You rushed away too embarrassed to even look back and say bye.

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The Satanic Panic II +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

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Chapter Summary: You plan to testify in court but your parent’s have other plans. Your bond grows stronger with Eddie as your worlds continue to collide and not in a good way. A year after Chrissy’s murder and the verdict is finally reached. Also how does one leave prison and become the literal devil?

Word Count: 4.5k+

A/N: If you looking for drama then this part has it. It’ll be a question of morality in this part. Reader is faces with tough decisions and these decisions will have consequences. What would you do in this situation? Enjoy!

Warnings: graphic language, lying in court, Eddie going to prison, Eddie/Devil, blasphemy, religious themes, mental illness stigma, corrupt cop, corrupt lawyer, my limited court and legal system knowledge

II. The Devil’s Advocate

You couldn’t believe the moron. You didn’t even get the chance to get your story straight and he just act on whim. You weren’t sure how you’d get him out of this situation now.

Your house phone rings. Putting a hand on the phone, your heart beats rapidly as you hesitantly answer it. “H-hello?”

“Ashley! Oh, I’m glad to know your okay. Your father just told me that Munson boy, Lucas and his friends are acquainted with, is now in police custody. He can’t go into detail right now since they’re looking to make sense of things but it sounds serious. I bumped into Mrs. Hudson at the grocery store. She lives in the same trailer park as Eddie says she saw the police tape up which could possibly mean…Gods, I hope not. Last night you attended your ritual. Your school’s not that far from the trailer park. Did you happen to see anything?”

You heart beat speeds and you worried that your chest heaving deeply in and out could be heard through the phone. “I didn’t go to the ritual. We’re still cursed sadly.” To you, it was a half-lie.

Mrs. Sinclair smiles. Her husband had been right. In his perspective, he believed you wouldn’t go against your parent’s wishes. He gave you the permission for to make your own decision knowing you wouldn’t go. It was his form of reverse psychology. Little did they know, reverse psychology had nothing on your rebellious spirit. Curse that side of you for getting you in this mess. Mrs. Sinclair speaks into the phone excitedly, “So you listened? You understand my point that it would’ve been dangerous? Right?”

“Y-yeah. Of course.”

She sighs. “Good. I really am proud of who you’re becoming. I want you to be in touch with your witchy roots but that doesn’t mean risking your life. And to think you would of gone into the woods and possibly run into that boy.”

Your eyes widened, knowing that’s exactly what happened. “Right. Umm, I’ve gotta go. Gonna be late for work. Love you. I’ll see you tonight”

“Okay, hun. By—-“ Click! You hang up the phone, abruptly. You rush to get dressed for the road. You were actually given the day off but you didn’t tell her. You couldn’t tell her anything. She’d only tell your father and he’s a cop. You couldn’t tell them just yet but you were going to tonight and hopefully come up with an alibi for the two of you. For now, you had to find someway to see Eddie.

——

You made your way to the police station. Your father and Sheriff Jim Hopper were deep in conversation. They quieted down as you approached them.

“Geez, kid, you look like shit.” Hopper laughs. You and Hopper usually joked around with each other. He was like a second father figure to you.

“Ever the subtle one, Mr. Hopper.” You say sarcastically. “This look is actually a product of only 2 hours of sleep.”

“Everything okay?” Your father asks, concerned.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Everything’s good. Just couldn’t sleep last night. But I really just came to visit you.”

“How much?” He says, giving you a bored look.

“No,” You laugh. “I’m not here for money,” You try to play off your inquiries with a nonchalant inflection. “Soooo, a little birdie told me that a certain friend of Lucas is in police custody. What’s the issue?”

“By ‘birdie’, you mean, your mother?” He quirks an eyebrow up.

“My lips are sealed.”

“Well, the little birdie shouldn’t have told you. At least, not yet. We’re still trying to make sense of everything.”

“How bad could it possibly be?”

“You wanna take this one, Sheriff.” Your father turns his attention to Hopper.

“Let’s just say that a lot of what we uncovered didn’t seem to add up.” Hopper explains, vaguely.

Well, that was no help. You were trying to gain some information, hoping that you can find a story with the evidence they gathered. “Sounds like you two have a lot of thinking to do. I won’t be anymore trouble. Hey, dad, is it okay if I can go into your office? I think I might’ve left my sweater in there from my last visit.”

“Sure, sweetie. The door’s open. I’ll be in a meeting soon but we can grab a bit after.”

“Sounds great. I’ll see you soon.” You give a small smile.

With that the two cops leave, giving you the chance to go into the next phase of your plan. You enter his office, taking a seat in the swivel chair and closed your eyes focusing on the white noise.

“Spiritus mentis et corporis proiectio.”

You eyes roll into the back of your head and you could feel yourself leaving your body. You were now traveling through the whole police department like a fly on the wall. You were able to find Eddie who’d been in an interrogation room. Clearly exhausted and distressed.

“Eddie.” You call his attention.

He turns to look at you, the look of disbelief displayed on his features. “Ashley?” He says a little too loud.

“Shhh. Whisper or they’ll hear us.”

“Is this real? Are you real?”

“Technically, no. I’m astral projecting right now. I don’t have much time. I can only do this for so long.”

“Astral projecting? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this witch thing,” His eyes widened. “The cameras. They’ll see you.”

“Only you can see me. Cameras can’t pick up astral projection.”

“Ah, there’s laws of physics to this thing. Of course.”

“Eddie…If I were physically here with you…”

He looks up at you, swallowing hard enough for his adam’s apple to prominently bob.

“I’d punch you so hard,” You finished; a frown falls upon his face. “Why the fuck did you turn yourself in? I thought we agree that we’d figure this out together. I’m trying to get you a way out.”

“I know you’re trying to help but let’s face it. You can’t.”

“My mother’s a lawyer and my dad’s a cop. All I’ve got to do is explain all of this to them and we could figure out a way to get you out of this.”

“That would just drag you into all of my shit. I won’t do that to you.”

“I willingly step into that trailer, Munson. I’ll be okay being apart of this, too. You don’t deserve going down for something you didn’t do. Just let me tell them so we can get our story straight.”

“Okay. Your parents’ll believe you. Then, what? We testify in court about the angel bots? That they killed Chrissy before you could stop them with your powers?” He sighs. “The thing is: your parents’ will obviously believe you because they’re aware that these fuckers exist. There’s no explaining this to anyone else without ending up in a straight jacket. Your parents are going to do what they could to protect you in end and face the fact that there’s not much they could do for me. I’m just making this easier for all of us. You won’t be involved and no one has to make the decision to let me to the fall despite knowing the truth. Well, aside from you.”

“I’m not letting you take the fall. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I will get you out of this.”

“Why do you care what happens to me? Nobody else seems to besides my uncle.”

“Because you don’t deserve this. You blame yourself for her death, don’t you?”

“Yeah because it’s true.”

“No, it’s not. I feel like I’m to blame. I feel guilty. I’d never seen anyone die right in front of me. When I ran in, I didn’t even think of dying. I just knew I needed to do something. So, I did. Chrissy died because I just wasn’t strong enough.”

“Don’t put that burden on yourself. It’s not yours to carry. I told you, ‘you did all you could’. You didn’t even have to save me but you did. Thank you.”

“Please don’t give up. If I don’t get to blame myself for this then you shouldn’t either. Give me some time to think of something.”

“Let’s make a deal,” He stands up so that he’s facing you. “You don’t come forward as a witness until you have a perfect alibi for why you were there and what you saw. I haven’t said much so maybe I can get our stories to match. I don’t have much time. I only have a week before sentencing. If we don’t get our story straight, I could be seeing prison for at least a year before my next court date.”

“Shit. That’s a lot of pressure,” You exhaled. “But don’t worry. I am great under pressure.” You tried to reassure him.

“I have to leave now. The astral projection will end soon. I have to find some kind of information around here before it’s too late.”

“Okay. Yeah, they’re probably gonna come back and interrogate me some more.”

“Don’t give ‘em anything.”

He nods.

You wave him a shy goodbye, disappearing. You continued to float through space until you ended up in the evidence room. Luckily for you, no one was there. If you made it quick, you’d be able to get enough intel to get you started.

You find the file box under the case. At the top of the metal shelf. Getting up to your tippy toes, you reach for the box, slowly pulling it out so that nothing falls to the ground.

Once you set the box on the counter, you immediately spot the polaroid pictures taken at the sight. A direct close up of Chrissy’s face. Your stomach sinking seeing her whited out eyes and wide mouth like she was in a constant state of shock.

Eddie’s living room was also photographed. The picture looked chaotic almost like an actual murder scene and all the damning evidence that could lead this all to you was there, too. There was even a picture of the wall where you’d hit your head and made a dent. But what freaked you out the most: in one of the pictures that gave a view of the trailer’s ceiling, the hole where the creature had crashed in through was gone; completely sealed as if nothing was there.

You heard someone entering the room. Quickly finding place to hide in the back of the room, you peer in between the gaps of the shelf.

A female cop walks in, noticing the box out of its place. She’s suspicious, looking left and right around the room as if she sensed something. “Guys, if you need to look into the evidence boxes, please make sure you put it away in its rightful place when your done. This is third time today.” She calls out, putting the box back up then walking out.

You let yourself breathe finally a sense of relief. Then, a hand touches you. You gasp and suddenly you were back in your dad’s office. You look up at the intruder.

“I think you and I need to have talk.” Your father says, his arms crossed.

——

“You did what?!” Mr. Sinclair shouts, completely floored. A few heads in the diner turning to look at us.

“A little louder for those in Montana to hear, dad.” You snide. “I had to do it. I’m aware I put myself in this but I couldn’t let that monster kill them. It’s not fair that Eddie’s going to prison for this.”

“We have to tell your mother.” He shakes his head.

“Okay. And do you think it’s possible if you could convince mom to be his lawyer. She could totally win this for him. I’ll be the witness—”

“No, I won’t allow it.”

“What? Why?”

“Because we don’t have a story here, Ash. If you become a witness, they’ll somehow make you into an accomplice. We tested blood on the living room carpet… it didn’t belong to Ms. Cunningham or Munson. It was your blood.”

“Yeah.”

He runs his hands over his face. “This is very bad. I’ve never thought I’d resort to this. I’ll have to get rid of any evidence that leads to you.”

“I’m not asking for that. I just want you and mom to back me up on something for once. Help me explain the hole in the ceiling.”

“What hole in the ceiling?”

“You didn’t see one when you arrived. Your guys had nothing to do with fixing it.”

“Nope. The ceiling looked fine.”

You looked down at your hands, absolutely confused. Could you have done that without you realizing it? No way. You were way too weak to have done it that time. But you have been using your powers with less of a toll on your body. Maybe the ritual had done something.

“Please, let me take the stand. I can clear this all up and no one has to go to jail.”

“You’re not taking that stand. It’s too risky. You should thank your lucky stars that Munson boy gave you an out. The Cunningham folk will not feel as if justice has been served if no one’s put behind bars without any explanation.”

“His name is Eddie Munson. He’s 19. Practically my age. He has an uncle who cares deeply for him. Friends who believe and support him. Sure, he’s a little different but he’s kind. Are you saying that you’ll be fine keeping him behind bars if it means I won’t be involved?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m sorry.” He says, quietly.

“Mom, wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t let someone innocent go to prison.”

“She would. Because she’s a mother. Your mother. You won’t understand until the day you become a parent yourself.”

You can feel tears, prickling your eyes. “N-no. I won’t let you do this to him. I can’t.”

He ends with very chilling words. “I’m sorry, Ashley. But it’s already be done.”

——

It was the first time you’d looked at your parents as the villains. It was corrupt. Preposterous. You’d found out that your mother would be representing the Cunningham family. This was before she’d known the truth about your whereabouts. When you’d begged her to drop them as clients, your father stated she’d have to stay in order to keep the case focused on Eddie.

When the court date arrived, your stomach churned knowing that there was nothing you could do. Your father had connections that made it difficult for you to attend the court. You were denied access from being anywhere near the courthouse.

Forced to watch the broadcast of the trial on live television, you could only look at Eddie’s face who looked as if he accepted his fate.

“We submit evidence of him speaking to himself in the interrogation room, your honor. He’s not some devil worshipping cold killer, your honor. He’s just a mentally disturbed individual. He hasn’t admitted to murdering Ms. Cunningham because he isn’t a killer. Media has blown this boy’s life story and turned him into some circus sideshow.” His lawyer defended.

It hurt that he was being depicted in such a light. Using the stigma of mental illness as a ploy to help him get a lesser sentence felt like a dirty move. But it was a desperate attempt to keep him from throwing his whole life away.

In the end, the trial had ended and his next court date was due in the next year for his final sentencing. When you learned that he would be placed in a penitentiary for the criminally insane, you felt sick. You were aware of the horrors that awaited him there. You were studying as a behavioral therapist so you’ve heard of the horror stories.

Eddie’s face remained stoic as he was dragged to out the courtroom to be officially locked away.

———

One Year Later

You visited Eddie nearly every day throughout the year without your father’s knowledge, paying off the correctional officers to let you visit. You’d constantly apologize and cry to him about your guilt. He’d known all along that your parents would have favored protecting you. But he’d specify that he had no malice towards them.

“Hell, I wish I had folks who gave that much of a damn about me the way your parents did. Uncle Wayne’s great but he’d be too much of a pussy to get rid of the evidence.” He’d laugh.

Today, you were visiting Eddie two days before his trial. You noticed him changing in mood and appearance with each visit. He had more tats now specifically on his knuckles which covered the scars on them, he almost always wore his hair in a bun, and his nails were painted black but what really surprised you was the smile on his face that seemed to grow wider and wider each visit.

Eddie literally snaps you back into reality. Putting his fingers up close enough against the glass between you two so that you can hear. “Hey. Hellooo. Earth to Ashley. Ah, there she is,” He smiles, when your eyes land back on him. “I asked you ‘How Ya Doin’ and you started spacing out like you were having World War 2 flashbacks.”

“Sorry. Um, I’m okay. Just thinking.”

“Thinking’s good. Had a lot of time to think in here.” He gestures behind him.

“How are you by the way?”

“Great! I mean, it’s horrible in here. Terrible. But if you look passed all the fucked up shit, you can meet some really lovely people.”

You smile, awkwardly. “It’s good to know you’re okay.”

“I don’t believe you’re okay though. Is it because of my birthday next week? You don’t have to stress yourself about it, Ash,” He quips. You give him an unamused look. “Well, I guess we’re talking about the trial, then. You really don’t got to worry. I’ll be okay.”

“It’s just..having to see you going through that again really worries me. I could throw up just thinking about it. It’s selfish. I know. I mean, this is happening to you but I feel like shit.” You squeezed your hand around the phone in frustration.

He could see the waterworks beginning and he quickly rushes to comfort you. “I’m really okay, Ash. I want you being strong for me like you’ve always done.To be honest, you’re what’s kept me sane for the year.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I would’ve wished we met some other kind of way but I like that I got to know you,” He smiles almost innocently and it reminds you that it was still Eddie. You smile back just as widely at him. “There’s that smile. Now I know you’ll be okay. So, ya ready to see me on TV again. I think I’ll be wearing my best jumpsuit.”

“I won’t be watching the trial on television. I’ll be attending. As your witness.”

His demeanor changes. “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? To defend you. Duh!”

“I told you to stay out of it.”

“We had a deal,” You choose your words carefully, knowing they were probably listening in on your conversation. “Your innocent and you’ve got to let yourself believe that, too.”

“What about your dad?”

“He doesn’t know but he’ll find out when that day comes.”

“He’s not gonna like it.”

You shrug. “There’s a lot of things he doesn’t like.”

——-

Trial Day

You could feel yourself shivering as you anticipated your turn to be on the stand. The evidence that you got to view a year ago now presented. You had something up your sleeve.

Your parents were extremely angry with you when they realized you would be testifying and there was nothing they could do. You felt your mother’s eyes burning into you every once in a while when she’d speak. You focused your attention on Eddie who sat there with a focused expression as the Cunningham family read their statements. You also spotted Jason Carver in the crowd, his eyes targeted in a piercing stare at Eddie.

You knew there was no going back now. You were going to have to lie under oath but you’d try to stay close enough to the truth so it wouldn’t affect the credibility of it all. Chrissy’s family would probably hate you after this which sucked because you wished that there was some way you could explain what happened to her. The actual truth.

It was finally your turn to take the stand and it you were visibly shaken. The crowd practically snarled at you once they realized you’d be a witness in favor of Eddie.

“Why did you go to Eddie’s trailer?” Mrs. Sinclair asked.

“Objection, your honor. She’s leading the witness.” Eddie’s lawyer objects.

“I’ll allow it.” The judge says.

“I went over to Eddie’s place because…I wanted to buy drugs. A friend of a friend told me that he was a dealer so I wanted to score some.”

“What happened once you arrived?” Your mother questions.

“I heard screaming. I heard her scream first then him. At first, I thought he trying to touch her inappropriately. So, I rushed in thinking I could save her.”

“What did you see when you entered the home?”

“He wasn’t touching her. He was nowhere near her, actually. He was on the other side of the living room. Almost paralyzed. Watching in horror. Chrissy was in the middle of the room…having a seizure because she was overdosing.”

“Autopsy report states that the girl shows signs of struggle on her body. Where, can you tell me, did the struggle begin?

“I tried calming her down. I didn’t know what else I could do so I pin her down but her movements were sporadic. She didn’t mean to but her hand connected with my nose hard. I bled onto the carpet. She was dead before I could resuscitate her.”

“Why have you come forward now?”

“I came forward now because I wasn’t scared of being threatened anymore,” You look defiantly at your mother. “I received threats anonymously about me coming forward in defense of Eddie Munson. The whole town has gone against him. I was scared that I’d get that same treatment. Possibly worse. But it ate at me and couldn’t let him go to prison for something he didn’t do. Eddie is strange but he’s no murderer. I’d only wished that I’d come forward sooner so that he wouldn’t of had to endure a year in a prison he didn’t belong in.”

“Based off your first impression, you assumed the screams were of Eddie assaulting Chrissy. Would you say that he would be capable?”

“Your honor, foundation? Speculation, even.” Eddie’s lawyer objects once again.

“I’m just want to know how she see’s the defendant.”

“Sustained. Maybe word it differently. I’m not sure where this question is leading.” Judge says.

“How would you summarize Eddie Munson?” Mrs. Sinclair asks.

“I’ve only recently got to know him. I apologized for not coming forward and he was always very kind to me. Even when he shouldn’t be,” Your eyes meet with Eddie’s as if you were speaking directly to him. Then, you focus your attention to the jury, hoping they hear you out.

“Eddie is a nerd. He’s a metalhead. A nephew. A friend. His intentions were never to hurt Chrissy but unfortunately she’d taken enough drugs to kill her. She’s a sweet girl and she deserves justice. And lying about the evidence and locking away an innocent man isn’t justice served. It’s been omitted out of the autopsy documents that she had enough drugs in her system that she’d consumed an hour prior to her meet up with Eddie that would have proved his innocence. The media jumped at the idea that Eddie is different and ran with it. It’s so easy to pick on the outcasts and blame their nonconformity for the way they behavior. But Eddie isn’t a murderer. He’s just a guy with a troubled life that makes him an easy target to be painted as one.”

After some more questioning, you’d felt a load lifted off as you’d tried to explain yourself the best way you could without being too disrespectful to Chrissy. You were hopeful but you were realistic about the verdict because it could go either way.

When the verdict was reached that Eddie had been cleared of all charges. It was a huge shock. They focused the idea that rather Chrissy as the user was held as the main one responsible in the death compared to Eddie who’d only sold her the drug.

It was a mixed crowd. On the other side of the room, Eddie’s friends and uncle cheered for his release. On the opposite side, the Cunningham family grieved and mourned on the other side. You couldn’t celebrate realizing how badly you’ve devastated the family. You were falling deeper and deeper into this madness of a situation.

——

You’d gone home feeling terribly guilty. It was a lose lose situation in your book. You felt guilty that Eddie had to go prison, that Chrissy died, that you had to embellish the story. All you could do was drink down a bottle of red wine in your bed, hoping you’d be drunk enough to forget everything just for a moment.

You’d heard that Eddie would be released today and that he’d probably celebrate with some friends. They invited you for the time out but you just couldn’t celebrate when you’d hurt an entire family.

You hear rustling in your kitchen and it pulls you out of your wallowing. You take the bat that you rest on the side of your bed, walking slowly down the hallway towards the living room and kitchen. You couldn’t help being paranoid since you now had a target on your back for being Eddie’s witness. You didn’t put it past anyone to come break into your home and torment you.

Raising the bat in your hand and gripping it tighter, you approach the kitchen. You flick the lights on and scream when you noticed the man in front of you.

“Munson?”

Eddie was currently rummaging through your fridge, eating cherries.

“Hey.” He simply says.

“I thought you were going to celebrate with some friends. How’d you get in here? The door was locked. I specifically remember—” A gust of wind whips around you.

“Boo.” You jump at the lips that were by your ear. Eddie was now right behind you.

You turned to face him in a flash. “How?”

Another gust of wind and he’s seated on your couch.

“Whaaaa?” You felt like you were losing it in that moment. You back away, slowly, only to bump into…Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

You look up and over your shoulder at him. “How are you doing this? What are you?”

“You know how one claims to find God in prison. My nonconformist brain said ‘Screw that! Not only would I find the Devil’, I’ll just become him, too’.”

And he smiles a literal devilish smile.

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Part III. The Séance Pt. I (Coming Soon)

Summary: You learn the story of how Eddie became the devil. Now he rules over you as your Dark Lord who, by the way, has a lot of fans. Also, you, Eddie, and his gang conduct a séance.

#eddie munson x reader series #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson blurb #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x original character #vecna stranger things #peter ballard x reader smut #black!fem!reader #eddie munson x witch!reader #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #the hellfire club #interracial relationship #hopper stranger things

[princess-of-the-corner]

Kingdom Hearts II: Final Mix Recap: 100 Acre Wood (Balloon Bounce)

Upon entering the book, the Torn Page becomes Kanga’s house.

Pooh and Piglet are already there, but Pooh still doesn’t remember Sora.

Fortunately, Kanga (Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree) is already up to speed on Pooh’s condition, thanks to Eeyore, and got some medicine for him.

Then Tigger comes bouncing up (actually singing his iconic song), mistakenly believes the bottle of medicine is a gift for him, and bounces off with it (again, singing his iconic song).

Roo bounces off after him to try and get it back.

You can explore Kanga’s house (but only the exterior), chat with the NPC’s, but you gotta talk to Tigger to progress the story.

“You’re saying Pooh even forgot about ME!?” Tigger exclaims.

“Yes, Tigger,” Piglet replies.

“That bottle you thought was a present was medicine to make Pooh better,” Sora explains.

“Aw, who needs medicine!?” Tigger asks, “Why, some tiggeriffic bouncing will jog his memory for sure!”

Tigger then proceeds to bounce around the gathered group.

“Well, Pooh?”

“That looks like fun, Somebody-I-Don’t-Know,” Pooh answers.

“Nothing huh, hmm…” Tigger ponders, “Of course! We all gotta bounce together! That’ll do the trick!”

Welcome to Balloon Bounce!

You need to pop the target number of balloons within the time limit.

Time your bounce on the trampoline with the Reaction Button to bounce super high.

Ditto for the balloons.

Blue balloons are worth less points than green balloons (which are larger).

You only need to bounce on 10 balloons to progress the story. You need 2,000 points for the Journal mission.

Your first attempt automatically ends on the 10th balloon popped.

“I bet you remember me now, don’t you buddy-bear!” Tigger remarks.

“Well, I remember that bouncing always makes me hungry,” Pooh replies.

The way they animate Tigger’s shocked reaction is great, although it only lasts for a second before he slouches in disappointment.

“All that bouncin’ and he still doesn’t remember me?” Tigger laments, “Well then, I guess bouncin’s not the answer.” He turns around. “It makes a Tigger almost never wanna bounce again…”

Tigger just tosses the medicine bottle over his shoulder.

“Oh, please be careful with that,” Piglet begs as it lands at his and Pooh’s feet.

“Aw, sorry little Piglet…” Tigger apologizes, “but Pooh not rememberin’ me has me confuzled. I don’t even feel like bouncin’!”

“Oh, but Tigger,” Pooh replies, “I always thought that bouncing was what Tiggers did best.”

Tigger immediately lights up.

“Pooh boy!” he exclaims, overjoyed, “You remember me! You do remember your ol’ buddy Tigger after all!”

Tigger starts bouncing around again, and the medicine bottle just disappears between shots.

Later, Pooh goes to sleep in his house and astral projects.

His astral form floats out of the ceiling and witnesses everyone seeing Sora off at the end of the Hundred Acre Wood’s plotline in KH1, albeit with Sora slightly shadowed over.

“I wonder who that is,” Pooh ponders.

The camera zooms in on flashback!Sora.

“Oh, well. Perhaps… I’ll remember tomorrow.”

And with that, the illustration of Kanga’s house pops up, and the player is sent back to Merlin’s house.

(Credit to Mudarrow and KH Wiki, as usual.)

Speaking of citing my sources, I double-checked this minigame’s name on KH Wiki, and “Balloon Bounce” is just called “Jump” in the original Japanese, for some reason.

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 WAIT IS THAT WHERE THIS IS FROM

#submission

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

I recently spoke over the phone with a guy imprisoned for a sentence over a thousand years. Sosuke Aizen, really smart guy. Well-spoken. Kinda cocky, kind of a visionary like yours truly. I see myself in him. Charismatic, too. Very handsome, I've gotta say.

He got sent to jail, slandered and spit on for speaking the truth and fighting censorship in the media. Sounds familiar to any American who knows about me. And you know what? The same guys who locked him up, they go to him and ask for help after this German guy starts a new war. Yeah, bigger than World War II. Quincies, they're back. Where've they been? Hiding, like cowards while their leader took a snooze for a whole millennia. A thousand years, sleeping and hiding like wusses. It's why they wear white, they literally wear white flags. Very despicable people led by a despicable guy. And the government who imprisoned him needed good old Sosuke to help in the fight.

Now some might say the US President doesn't have jurisdiction in another country, much less another dimension. But I swear, I'm gonna find a way to give Sosuke Aizen the presidential pardon he deserves and get him out of that prison, Muken. You can count on that. Muken, it's like Guantanamo Bay and Alcatraz had a baby on steroids. The sick bastards there put a true American hero into a bondage chair underground. If you elect me once again, I assure you that we'll get him out, give him American citizenship, and get the truth he's discovered out there. Let's do it.

#bleach #.sillyshit #trump speech shitposts are the only good thing to come out of his presidency #that and the pic of him in tbe white house with those big macs #.bleach

[365days365movies]

Action January II: Captain Blood (1935)

Part Two: A Colorful Fragment in a Drab World

When you think of the Golden Age of Hollywood, it's hard to get more notable than Errol Leslie Thomson Flynn at the height of his career. One of the most prominent leading men of the time period, succeeding Douglas Fairbanks and alongside Clark Gable, he was a mountebank of talent and action. At least...that was a public image of his. The actual Errol Flynn? Genuinely a drunken disease-ridden criminal who maybe exemplifies the idea of dividing the art from the artist. 'Cause, uh...wow. Not a good person, was Flynn.

If you do not care about Errol Flynn, skip to the break; I'll put my five-point review down there so time isn't wasted. I just really want to talk about Errol Flynn. Ready? OK.

Born in Hobart, Tasmania on June 20, 1909, Errol Flynn grew up in a middle class household. His father was a biology professor, while his mother was...well, in his autobiography, Flynn would say that she had "an itch to live - perhaps too much like my own." And given what we know about Errol's "itches", that's saying something. There's some speculation that she was sleeping with a local movie theater manager,leading to Flynn hanging out there often and watching a lot of movies. Is that true? Well, Flynn is a...somewhat unreliable narrator, so take his statements with a grain of salt. He also claimed that he and his mother were descended from some of the soldiers that participated in the famous mutiny on The Bounty, but that's probably not true. However, keep that factoid in mind for later.

Early life was complicated for Flynn, and bad habits emerged early. By the time he was 17, he'd been expelled from 4 schools for inappropriate acts (of violent and sexual natures); he'd joined a local gang; he'd already started his collection of sexually-transmitted diseases with gonorrhea (and he was, uh, quite the collector); and he was working in New Guinea. In New Guinea, he...um...

OK, look here's what you gotta know about Flynn: dude is nasty, in a lot of ways. Most of those ways are, unfortunately, sexual in nature. Since I'd like to be sensitive to the sensibilities of readers, I won't go into every nitty gritty detail. So, starting with his New Guinea adventures, let's just say that he killed a number of native people during colonization efforts, and then did that other classic thing that colonizers have done, historically. You know, that thing that goes with pillaging?

And to be clear, Flynn wasn't ashamed of this. In his autobiography, My Wicked, Wicked Ways, he describes one of the native New Guineans he encounters in...very unfortunate detail. Flynn was a nasty kid, before and after his acting career began. Speaking of which, while he was working in Australia (after fleeing from New Guinea for murder, etc.), he was spotted by director Charles Chauvel, and was offered to be in a film about the mutiny on the Bounty. Crazy coincidence, huh? Errol accepted, and that was his first film, In the Wake of the Bounty, in 1933. It's now disappeared into obscurity, but that was the beginning.

Flynn's career began mostly in the UK, where he acted as extras while getting professional training. Then he threw a stage manager down a flight of stairs and was fired from his repertory company. Because that's Errol Flynn, apparently. He worked on a few more films, married actress Lili Damita, and eventually got the attention of Hollywood. After a couple of small roles, Michael Curtiz tapped him as a 4th choice for his new movie, Captain Blood. Not only was this the first film with Curtiz and Olivia de Havilland (19 at the time), but it was a smash hit. Flynn was a star, the new Douglas Fairbanks!

1936: he works with Curtiz and Olivia again in The Charge of the Light Brigade. 1937: A dramatic role in Green Light, then another swashbuckler in The Prince and the Pauper, a melodrama in Another Dawn, and a comedy in The Perfect Specimen (with Curtiz again), all before acting as a war correspondent during the Spanish Civil War. And then, finally, in 1938, he reunites with Curtiz, Havilland, and Basil Rathbone in my favorite of his films: The Adventures of Robin Hood. And if Flynn was famous before, then that movie really did it.

In the meantime, he gets married to actress Lili Damita in 1935, and this would be the first of 3 marriages. And lemme tell you, it would end tragically for Flynn, hilariously for everybody else. From 1935 to 1939, Flynn's career would take off, and he would work with Curtiz and Havilland a few more times, but things would start to change at this point. See, starting all the way back in The Charge of the Light Brigade, Curtiz and Flynn had regular disagreements. In that film, 25 horses actually died under Curtiz' direction, and the animal-loving Flynn got into a legit fist-fight with his director. And this was the second of seven collaborations together. The two hated each other, but they knew good filmmaking when they saw it. Curtiz' career, by the way, includes Casablanca, just so you know what caliber of director we're talking about.

Flynn's career continued, as did his contentious nature. The Sea Hawk in 1940 continued his career climb, as World War II was in full swing. At the same time, he got badly slapped by co-star Bette Davis (yes, THAT Bette Davis) in the face in The Privates Lives of Elizabeth and Essex during an argument in a scene, which he wrote off as "unrequited romantic interest" (ugh); he had more arguments with Curtiz on Virginia City in 1940, and tried to get him off his own picture; and he co-starred with no-name actor Ronald Reagan in Santa Fe Trail, which is probably the only notable thing that dude ever did.

And this, of course, is when the health problems and drinking started. He'd contracted malaria when he was younger in New Guinea, which damaged his heart significantly. And oh, God, the drinking. Flynn was a notorious womanizing, chain-smoking drunk, especially throughout the 1940s. He'd had affairs with everybody (a habit so famous, it's the origin for the phrase "in like Flynn"), and would regularly get into physical fights with everyone else. In the process, he would greatly expand his collection of diseases. By 1942, he had chronic tuberculosis, recurrent malaria, gonorrhea, syphillis, and a host of unrecorded STDs. This, combined with heart damage and back pain, made him ineligible for service during World War II, which had many believing he was a draft dodger (since studios didn't want word of their big star having that many STDs). And that's not all!

See, Lili's getting sick of the whole "constant cheating and STD" thing, so she files for divorce. Said divorce had insane conditions by today's standards, and would essentially had Lili rolling in Errol's money FOR LIFE, while leaving Errol with far less money for the rest of his days. How could this get worse? Easy; he was being sued for statutory r*pe that year as well, and nearly resulted in a 25-year prison sentence. He was acquitted, because Hollywood's always been bullshit, but his reputation was...well, frankly, it was fucked. And at this point, Flynn was only 33 years old. Jesus Christ.

After this, Flynn would never fully recover. Oh, he was still in movies, but his drinking and partying continued, and his reputation somehow got even worse. He would show up blasted to sets, ending his relationships with many directors. His appearance started taking a nosedive due to his health and behaviors. He got married again, in 1943 to Nora Eddington, somehow, but Nora later regretted that marriage. Scandals continued, like the time newspapers found out he'd installed one-way mirrors in his mansion's bathrooms in order to look at his female guests secretly (ew. EW.), and he added hepatitis to his collection of diseases.

Marriage #3 comes along in 1950, and Flynn moves to Europe in 1954 for his films. He's there for a few years, until finally getting a call back in 1957 to star in an adaptation of Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises. Flynn idolized Hemingway, and actually wanted to be an author just like him. Might have accomplished it, if not for the EVERYTHING ELSE he was doing. Still, he accepted the role, which cast him as a pathetic drunk has-been, past his years and prime. What I'm trying to say is, he crushed it. Hard.

Flynn's back, baby! And now, he's being typecast as a drunk. Which, again, is what he was at this point. Also, I should clarify, alcoholism is absolutely a disease, and my issues with Flynn have nothing to do with the fact that he was an alcoholic. However, he was constantly drunk, that's just a fact. His success in The Sun Also Rises revitalized his career in the late 1950s, and things were looking good. He even started up his old journalism ambitions when he traveled to Cuba during Castro's revolution, and was the only journalist there when Castro won.

In 1959, though, Flynn's financial difficulties had become too much, even with his career rebirth. He went to Canada to sell a yacht to a guy, then flew back to Los Angeles on October 14. In the process, his back and legs started acting up. Not unusual for him. The doctor in LA noted that Flynn could barely walk up the stairs, then gave him some Demerol, a massage, and good conversation. Flynn said he "felt ever so much better", and the doctor left. A 17-year-old girl that had been traveling with him (yeah, that sounds horrible) went in to check on him 20 minutes later.

Errol Flynn died on October 14, 1959, at the age of 50. His cause of death was found as a heart attack from coronary thrombosis, atherosclerosis, and severe cirrhosis of the liver, amongst the STDs that plagued him his entire life. Flynn was buried with six bottles of his favorite whiskey at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Glendale, California. He had once said he hated this place, and never wanted to be buried there, so you gotta imagine that his current marriage wasn't going great either. Jesus.

But even after he died, Flynn's legacy continued to degrade. His autobiography came out, which didn't really help him image much. His work as a war correspondent was put into question as illegitimate, and thought to be used only to promote his films. That 17 year old that discovered his death revealed that yes, that sentence was as creepy as it sounded, and Flynn never learned his FUCKING LESSION. He was also possibly outed as bisexual, which is obviously fine (assuming the bisexual community wants to claim this asshole at all), and I only point this out to say that he was described as "super-straight" by Iron Eyes Cody. And who's Iron Eyes Cody? Trust me. Look him up. You don't wanna trust a goddamn word that dude said.

So, with all of that bullshit said and finally done...Errol Flynn was still an excellent actor. Yeah, I honestly mean that. IN fact, I'll elaborate in a minute here in the review below. So, read on if you're interested in that. And if not, honestly, watch Captain Blood and The Adventures of Robin Hood yourself, and make your own opinions. Just saying, he could act. Separate the art from the artist, people.

Review

Cast and Acting: 9/10

Just to get our leading man out of the way, Errol Flynn is fantastic in this movie. I mean it; for a guy who'd barely been in movies, and for this being his first leading role, he knocks it out of the park. Suave and debonair, defiant and headstrong when he needs to be, and someone you're charmed by as much as the characters on screen are. Plus, the swashbuckling is fun to watch, and credit should go to Flynn for some of that. Genuinely a star in the making; just forget all that other stuff from above, OK?

And everybody else? Olivia de Havilland, who's only 18 during filming, by the way, is also great in this movie. And again, this is one of her first films. Crazy, huh? Her role is uncomplicated, but she plays it very well! Basil Rathbone isn't in here for long, but he's a scene-stealer...partially because his French accent feels forced, and he's maybe a little over the top. Still, extremely fun to watch. Same could be said for Lionel Atwill, although he sort-of just drops off in the middle of the picture, when he could've been a real commanding antagonist. Missed opportunity, that one. As for the pirate crew, like Ross Alexander and Guy Kibbee, they're not bad! Meant in some cases to be comic relief, which is done well, but also portrayed as a loyal and faithful crew. Throw all of these performances together, and you get my final score. Solid all around, with a little scenery-chewing here and there.

Plot and Writing: 8/10

Honestly, this is both a standard swashbuckling plot (man of high-standing gets plunged into low-standing, then fights his way back to prowess via sword and fisticuffs), but also very different in some ways. It's based off of a novel by Rafael Sabatini, and certainly has a memorable and easy to describe story. However...and this is a soft however...Blood's gonna win. It's not the least predictable plot in the world, since you know Blood's gonna win and get the girl in the end. It also has a surprisingly bloodless ending, all things considered. Yeah, I know there's the battle with the French in the end there, but only one named cast member (Basil Rathbone) actually dies. It's fun to watch and easy to recall, but...kinda toothless in the end. Also, Blood is a bit of a Gary Stu most of the time, which isn't the best character work you can do.

Writing by Casey Robinson, though, is still fantastic. This is a SOLID adaptation of the book, from what I can tell, and Robinson manages to spice up a standard plot with some entertaining and engaging writing throughout. Honestly, this is a fun movie, and the writing helps with that quite a bit. Even got the Oscar nomination that year for Best Screenplay, but lost to The Informer. In fact, it technically wasn't officially nominated by the committee, but was instead nominated by write-in. That is how popular this film's writing was.

Direction and Cinematography: 9/10

Michael Curtiz, frankly, is a legend. And sure, I can't say this is a groundbreaking film in terms of direction in some ways, but good goddamn, does Curtiz still do an excellent job. This is especially notable when looking at the action scenes, like the beach swordfight, or the siege on the French ships (as seen in the GIF below). Seriously, though, this is a great-looking film, both due to legendary director and legendary cinematographers Ernest Haller and Hal Mohr. The former is best known for Gone With the Wind (I hate that movie, but it's admittedly gorgeously shot), while the latter is known for The Phantom of the Opera and...The Jazz Singer. Ooh. Yikes. Moving on!

Production and Set Design: 9/10

Again, kind of standard fare for the time period in some ways, but still a great looking production! You feel like you're on a ship or tropical island for most of the film, despite the entire film being made in California. That ending scene with the French ships? 2,500 extras were in that sequence, making it one of the biggest films ever made at that time. This is impressive production, including the prop work and...well, OK, one problem. The costumes are mildly anachronistic. It's nothing crazy, but keep in mind that this film is meant to take place in the 1650s. With that in mind, this feels far more like a film from the 1800s instead. This is a minor nitpick, but a nitpick nonetheless. Frankly, I've really had to try and find flaws with some of this stuff, because this film is genuinely great.

Music and Editing: 9/10

Music here is by Erich Wolfgang Korngold, another film legend and notable composer. His career very much followed Errol Flynn, as this was his first huge picture (not counting 1933's A Midsummer Night's Dream), and he would also score for The Adventures of Robin Hood, The Sea Hawk, and The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex. This booming brass score is your stereotypical swashbuckler tune, meaning that Korngold helped create that stereotype in the first place. It's iconic, it's memorable, and it makes for solid background in a action scene. Even did that thing where the sword-clashes are timed with music sometimes! Again, classic.

George Amy is our editor for this picture, and he's a legend in his own right. A powerhouse for Warner Brothers, Amy was a favorite of Michael Curtiz, and ended up editing the majority of his films (but not Casablanca, funnily enough). He definitely does well here, although I felt like one or two sequences could use a little trim here and there. Nothing really felt unnecessary, but there could have been a little something different in the near-mutiny sequence, for example. That sequence is maybe the weirdest in the film for me, as Blood sort-of gaslights the crew into following him into certain fucking death. Again, kind of a nitpick for me, but it did affect how I saw Blood, and maybe could've been changed to adjust the pacing of the scene.

Verdict: 88%

Pretty sure I've hurt some critic's feelings with that number, so I feel the need to clarify something: this movie's goddamn great. It's the progenitor of the swashbuckling genre for a reason, after all. This is a crazy fun film, but I won't give it an excuse because it's a classic. But would I watch this movie again? Absolutely. Like I said, a hell of a lot of fun.

Time for another classic action-adventure movie to continue the classics train, but let's jump forward a decade for this one, huh? Post World War II, classic director, and a precursor to the true action genre. And as always, one that's been on my list for a long time.

Next: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948); dir. John Huston

#user365 #365 days 365 movies #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 movies a year #365days365movies #action january #action #swashbuckling #action movie #pirate movie #errol flynn #captain blood #michael curtiz #olivia de havilland #basil rathbone #biography #action genre

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Henry V (1989 film version with Kenneth Branagh): Reactions, Part II

let us continue!

once again, we love us some OLDE MAPS!!!

“plsssss i don’t want my boyfriend to be executeeeeeeed :(“

this guy is taking no shit

tfw your former buddy is about to get executed right in front of you

“how could you let this happen to me??? :(“

“…did i fucking tell you to go rob a CHURCH???”

✨uncomfortable foreshadowing in the flashback✨

honestly, getting hanged for robbing a church is…not out of character for him!

well at least you want them all to treat the villages and villagers fairly but uh…didn’t you literally just talk about sticking babies on pikes a few scenes ago?

in keeping with the tennis stuff: the ball is now in france’s court

well, he’s nothing if not a good catholic boy i guess

chorus is just like “well! that happened!”

stop comparing horses and armor and go to SLEEP y’all have a BATTLE tomorrow

or don’t. knock yourselves out i guess.

once again: royals and nobles have nothing better to do than wander around in disguise! always a treat in media

calling your countryfolk “your bosom” i guess

kissing one’s dirty shoe? okay good for you i guess

yeah y’all shouldn’t be talking so loudly right before the battle you never know who’d be listening

the elizabethan version of “if all your friends jumped off a bridge would you do the same?”

and he likes speaking about himself in the third person

ooh damn this guy’s got a good point (that the king might have some reckoning to do if this war is not just)

no, what he’s saying is that what if they shouldn’t have died in the first place. keep up, henry

OHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT HE JUST CHALLENGED THE KING TO A DUEL

(he doesn’t know he’s the king but STILL! DRAMA!!!!!)

he’s considering…

“okay but surely i’m not responsible for EVERYTHING in my people’s lives??? right??? RIGHT???”

and the question surely on both of our minds: but where is the line, especially in this case???

ooooooooooooooooof.

okay but this brings up a good question: so if his dad murdered the guy before him, it may not be right to punish the son for the sins of the father but uh. is his claim to the ENGLISH throne even legit, let alone the FRENCH throne??? has he legitimized it through his penitence and devotion (in more than one sense)??? much to think about!

BATTLE DAY IS HERE!!!

whack whackity whack whack

FIVE TO ONE?!?!?! oh lord help you all

oh hey here’s the other thing i know: the st. crispin’s day speech!

come on y’all KNOW it’s iconic

“we few, we happy few, we band of brothers…”

i mean come on. it’s just so uplifting and strong and has GREAT vibes.

“dude. we do not need to have this discussion AGAIN.”

can’t help but respect henry right now even if you don’t like him!

here we go…

dude how did you just show up in the middle of the battlefield lmao

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that is a lot of people coming at us at once ohhhhhhhh boy”

also i love how they’re just cutting to all these WILDLY different reactions on all these english leaders’ faces lol

HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh yeah i do remember learning about this. how the longbows were taking ALL the french out and how it was an example of important military tech development during this time or something like that

gotta respect a leader who fights alongside his soldiers

this is gory and graphic as FUCK omg

can’t even tell half these english dudes apart but oof that HURTS (are these people even english???)

sucks to be y’all

oh hey again baby christian bale!!!

WHERE IS THE HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING COMING FROM

oh my god. oh my god. THE FRENCH WENT AFTER THE FUCKING KIDS????????????????

i’m gonna need a sec. hold on. gonna need a sec.

he gets it!!!

oh BUDDY 😭

“I WAS NOT ANGRY SINCE I CAME TO FRANCE, UNTIL THIS INSTANT!!!” MOOD. FUCKING MOOD.

this, imo, is an appropriate reaction

reasonable request though

i mean with all the carnage everywhere it’s entirely understandable to not know what the FUCK is going on

well at least the english won i guess

but, and i could be wrong here, weren’t they retreating anyway? so either way technically they lost the war. this just means their army didn’t get hacked to bits or something i guess. idk. could be wrong.

oh buddy…

did you not look at your map before you came here. it would’ve told you this place was called agincourt

okay but why is this so adorable

MISTRESS QUICKLY DIED????????? nooooooooooooooo rip to the “reverenza” queen

the only french guy in here: wait TEN THOUSAND french people died??????? like, ONE SIXTH of the entire army???? 😳

ONLY TWENTY NINE (29)????????????

(i mean, presumably the boys are not being counted, and goodness knows how many of them, but maybe they are???)

his line reading is just *chef’s kiss*

HENRY IS CARRYING THE BOY STOOOOOOOOOOOP DO YOU WANT TO MAKE ME CRY AGAIN

also this is really beautiful music

like. there’s so much to unpack here. and it’s a beautiful moment, and some GREAT camera work. 10/10 the movie could end right here but apparently there’s another 20 minutes

annnnnnnnnnnnnnd i’m crying again

oof.

so it looks like war devastated our buddy henry, so maybe let’s go for peace instead?

flashback time!

what have we all lost?

also unrelated but what happened to the guy who challenged henry to a duel? i hope he’s having a good day

ah yes, making a woman your demand. *sigh* yeah i know this is how politics and arranged marriages work, and she seems to not hate him, but still.

okay but: gorgeous

this is awkwaaaaaaaaaard

“i already tried to be the enemy and that didn’t work so i guess…france’s friend???”

he’s trying!!! and it’s honestly kinda cute

and it seems like he’s giving her a choice, so good on that

annnnnnnnnnnnnd there it is!

ah, peace.

annnnnnnnd bringing the frame back

henry may have been brilliant, but…history has a way of complicating things.

anyway this was AWESOME, 10/10 definitely recommend

#movies #film #theatre #theater #plays #shakespeare #william shakespeare #henry v #movie liveblog #omg this was GREAT. #like this play is So Much and everyone is So Much and there’s So Much going on…it’s just SO MUCH GOOD STUFF!!!