#when there is only like one (1) woman in the show it gets fucking exhausting

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Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Nine

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Nine: Going Clubbing Goes Wrong

Summary: Angel's friend Cherri shows up, and Charlie decides that sending everyone for a night on the town is the best idea while she and Vaggie go to Heaven. It isn't the best idea. Not at all.

Warning: Valentino is very much Valentino in this chapter, even towards the MC. It is only a few sentences, but please use your discretion for what you feel comfortable reading. The MC does not get touched or hurt or approached, but they do get talked to.

            “Oh, fuck,” groaned Angel as he nearly fell into the hotel. He looked thoroughly exhausted from his work. Valentino was making him work harder and longer every day, and Angel just wanted to crash and have the rest of eternity off to sleep.

            “You look messy! What happened to you?” said Niffty.

            “It’s who happened to me,” huffed Angel. “And the answer is everyone. Twice. Val had me working sixteen hours straight on a fucking whim. The absolute dick bag.”

            “He sucks,” agreed (Y/N) as Angel threw himself onto the couch next to them.

            Boom!

            The wall (the same wall as usual) exploded. Everyone jumped and stared, ready for a fight.

            “What the fuck is with that wall?!” said Angel.

            “What up, hoes?!” said an Australian voice, and a woman walked in through the hole in the hotel’s wall.

            Angel’s mood brightened. “Holy shit, Cherri Bomb?! Long time no see, baby!”

            “Angie, ya bitch!” said Cherri in a very friendly manner. (Y/N) decided they liked her energy, and since Angel actually seemed happy to see her, they determined their feeling was right. “You been texting me depressing shit all day, figured we could tear shit up like old times. It’s been fuckin’ forever!” She tossed a bomb to Charlie. “Here, hold this.”

            “Ah! Oh my God, oh my God!” said Charlie.

            “Nope, gimme that.” Vaggie took it and threw it out the hole. It exploded in the distance (thankfully).

            “I love seeing ya, Cherri,” said Angel. “But I’m too tired. I need to pass out.”

            Cherri grabbed him before he could leave. “Oho, you can sleep when you’re double-dead, fuckhead. Come on, what you really need is a recharge, a reinvigoration, a re—”

            “Responsible night on the town!” finished Charlie, smiling. “That is a great idea! Hi, I’m Charlie.” She shook Cherri’s hand. “That’s my wall that you just blew up. It’s so nice to meet one of Angel’s friends. Aagh, he never brings anyone around!”

            Cherri snorted, but it wasn’t totally unfriendly. “Wonder why?”

            “Yeah, me too!” Charlie was blissfully ignorant to the tease. “Anyway, Angel and everyone else have been working so hard. I think they deserve to have a little fun.”

            “Wait, ‘they?’ ” said Cherri.

            “Yeah! Hi, everyone!” called Charlie, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Angel and his friend are taking you all out for a night of fun and relaxation.”

            “I don’t really think it’s going to be relaxing,” said (Y/N), but they were interested. This was another experience they’d never had in their life, so they wanted to try something new in death.

            “Great,” huffed Cherri.

            “Don’t worry, Cherri,” said Angel. “They’re not so bad.” He grinned at (Y/N). “You’re gonna like the kid.”

            “Yeah, but I’m only here for yo—” Charlie shoved money into Cherri’s hands to cover everyone. “Ooh! Never mind! Let’s go! Come on, kid, I’m gonna make your first time out the best time.”

            “Wait, are we sure we should let (Y/N) go—” Vaggie’s (rightful) concern was cut off as the portal to Heaven opened up in the lobby and Charlie squealed.

            “Bye, everyone!” said Charlie, grabbing Vaggie and pulling her through. She couldn’t wait another second.

            (Y/N) grinned. “Finally, I can try drinking.”

            “I’m keeping my eye on you,” said Husk.

            He needed to for two reasons. One, he liked (Y/N) and didn’t want them getting hurt. Two, he was certain Alastor would torture him if anyone happened to (Y/N) (which was an odd thought but Husk didn’t have the energy to really think through that, he just knew it was true.)

            The portal to Heaven disappeared, and Pentious appeared in the lobby. He froze as he saw Cherri and straightened in an attempt to seem confident.

            “Well, if it isn’t my archnemesis!” he said. “Have you come to meet your fate in battle, Cherri Bomb?”

            “Apparently, I’m going out with Angel, and I got to drag your sorry asses along,” said Cherri.

            Pentious brightened and slithered up to Cherri. “Oh, so, you and me are going out back for fun?” He tugged on his bowtie nervously. “I…I didn’t think this would ever happen. What? What do I do? What do I wear?” He put his hand on Cherri’s shoulder, and she grabbed it.

            “Don’t fucking touch me, you munted dickhead,” said Cherri, walking off.

            Pentious just blushed, staring at the hand she’d touched.

            Wow, that’s a pair I didn’t expect, thought (Y/N), despite having only met Cherri two minutes ago.

            “Come on, ya fucks! We’re heading out!” announced Cherri.

            It was time for a new experience. ((Y/N) hoped they enjoyed this one. They wanted to make some good memories in their afterlife).

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            “Woo! Isn’t this place the fucking best?” cheered Cherri at the bar of the club.

            (Y/N) stared at the drink in their hand and downed it. They had discovered they liked the alcohol in Hell and decided a little indulgence couldn’t hurt. (Not too much, though. They could feel a headache coming on, and the last thing they needed was to hurt their poor roses. That being said, doing something that would have made them angry made (Y/N) happy). And, hey, they were with friends, so it couldn’t be too bad. Right?

            “I’ll admit, ‘Consent’ is a good name for a sex club,” said Husk.

            Never mind, they brought me to a sex club. (Y/N) sighed. Whatever. I’ll just stay over here.

            “Niffty, dear, what are you doing?” said Pentious, staring at Niffty as she swept the nightclub floor.

            “I’m sweeping. Ugh, look how icky it is in here,” complained Niffty.

            “That’s because we’re at a club, dear,” pointed at Pentious, not unkindly.

            “Oh! I thought the hotel looked different,” said Niffty, looking around properly.

            Pentious cleared his throat and looked at Cherri. Again, he attempted to seem cool. “Ms. Bomb, I-I’d like to buy you a drink,” he stammered.

            “Why?” Cherri grinned. “Didn’t you say we’re arch-rivals?”

            “Um…uh…because I’m buying everyone a drink!” A terrible excuse, but it worked.

            Everyone in the club cheered and rushed up to the bar.

            “Thanks, Sir Pentious!” said (Y/N).

            “Are you seriously into this, kid?” said Husk, raising a brow.

            “This tastes good,” said (Y/N), lifting their refilled glass.

            Husk sighed. “Vaggie and Charlie are gonna hate this.”

            “I did worse with the loan sharks,” they chirped.

            Husk gave another, long-suffering sigh.

            “I need a drink after today,” said Angel, sitting down beside them all tiredly. “You know, Val, he’s into this waterboarding shit now, I don’t know, it’s a kink.”

            “Sounds like torture,” said (Y/N).

            “It’s exhausting,” agreed Angel.

            “No, I meant literally.”

            “Angel, enough with the Val talk. He already ruined your day,” said Cherri. She squeezed Angel’s shoulder. “Don’t let him ruin your night, too.” She pulled out a few pills from her pocket. “Here, take one of these and you won’t be worrying about nothin’.”

            (Y/N) frowned. They weren’t certain that was the answer.

            “Here we go,” murmured Husk, rolling his eyes.

            “Oh, look, the drunk and the kid are judging us,” huffed Cherri.

            “I ain’t the one trying to get into Heaven,” said Husk. He looked at Angel. “Look, you want to fuck up all your progress? Be my guest.” He huffed, and his ears flattened.

            “I just don’t want you to feel worse about yourself after you come down,” said (Y/N). They knew Cherri was just doing what Cherri thought Angel wanted, but they wanted to make sure Angel was alright.

            “Buzzkills,” said Cherri. “Come on, Angie, let’s get fucked up! It’s been too long.”

            “I, uh, I don’t know.” Angel didn’t want to disappoint Husk or any of his other friends. And…they had a point. “It’s been a long night, and I don’t need to go too wild.”

            Husk smiled, not a little proudly, and took a sip of his drink. He kept an eye on (Y/N) in case they started having too much. He was a hopeless alcoholic, but he wasn’t letting the kid spiral into that.

            “Come on, bitch,” said Cherri encouragingly. “If you’ve really been working that hard, you deserve a little R and R, and some THC, or maybe PCP with DMT. Aw, fuck it, let’s see where the night takes us, huh?”

            “I…I guess,” said Angel, shrugging noncommittedly.

            “Cherri, I bought you a shot!” said Pentious, having finally gotten to paying for her.

            Cherri frowned at him, and Pentious panicked.

            “B-Because I bought everyone another shot! Hooray!” said Pentious.

            Angel downed a shot. “Aah…fuck it! Let’s do it!” He grinned at Cherri.

            Husk rolled his eyes. Suddenly, this night wasn’t that fun to him.

            Or (Y/N). “Be careful, Angel.”

            “He’s done it before!” said Cherri optimistically.

            “Yeah, that’s why I’m saying it,” muttered (Y/N), watching as Cherri and Angel grabbed another drink.

            The drinks kept rolling. ((Y/N) had decided to stop as soon as Cherri and Angel got going in case they needed help with anything. Yeah, pissing off the spirits of the dead…people-(Y/N)-didn’t-like-to think-about was great and all by drinking, but they weren’t going to just let their friends wander around).

            “Round twelve, motherfuckers!” cheered Cherri. “Heels are comin’ off!”

            “Oh, yeah, keep ‘em comin’!” said Angel. “Come on, right here, right to daddy!”

            “Oh, it’s wonderful to have friends!” said Pentious, laughing wildly (he was drunk, but he was still drinking to keep up and impress Cherri).

            “Everything’s spinny,” said Niffty, grinning as she tried to reach for another shot.

            “Ha, I think you’re done, tiny,” said Angel, lifting the shot away from her.

            “No! Gimme, gimme, gimme!” she pouted.

            “Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more,” said Cherri.

            “She’s ten pounds and tiny,” said (Y/N). “And we don’t need her any more unhinged than normal.”

            “Shit, where’d she go?” said Angel, looking around. Niffty had made a run for it.

            “I’ll help you find her,” said (Y/N), standing. Husk could look after Pentious.

            It didn’t take a moment to spot Niffty, cleaning the nightclub by collecting everyone’s drinks in a garbage bag. The patrons were not pleased with it and growing restless.

            “Dirty, dirty, make it clean!” she said maniacally.

            “Dammit, Niffty,” said Angel.

            (Y/N) picked Niffty up before she could do more while Angel tried to placate the angry men.

            “Sorry, fellas, here, next one’s on me.” He put money down on the table and smiled while they began to fight.

            “Shit, Niffty, stop—Damn!” Niffty, seeing a supply closet, had squirmed out of (Y/N)’s hold and ran for the cleaning supplies within.

            “Shit, shit,” cursed Angel.

            “Angie, the fuck are you doin’?” asked Cherri, stepping in front while Niffty collected bleach and chlorine behind her. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny. Roses over here seem to has that down.”

            (Y/N) gave her the middle finger (playfully) while trying to keep an eye on Niffty.

            “Look, neither of ‘em are used to this scene,” said Angel. “I just don’t want ‘em to end up in the gutter like I used to.”

            (Y/N) looked at Angel. That was surprisingly heartfelt for him. Yes, he was always deep down a good person, but he usually hid it behind his hypersexuality and acting. This was actual care and honesty. (Y/N) nearly smiled. It was heartwarming and one of the reasons they really liked Angel.

            Not completely getting the idea, Cherri shrugged. “Whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you’re done.” She walked away.

            Angel grabbed Niffty from the supply closet. “Stop, you can’t take that.”

            (Y/N) put the chlorine and bleach away. “It’s not ours.” And you might poison people to clean them.

            Stressed and frustrated, Angel huffed. “God, Niff, why are you bein’ such a mess?”

            Niffty’s eyes widened. “I’m the mess?”

            “Oh, dear,” said (Y/N).

            Niffty wailed, and tears poured from her eye.

            “Oh, oh, shit!” said Angel, realizing he’d messed up. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.”

            “You’re not a mess, Niffty,” said (Y/N), reaching up as best they could to pat Niffty’s back. “We’re all just being, uh, silly right now.”

            “Right, right,” said Angel, nodding furiously. “You’re not a mess. It’s fine, sssh. You, uh, wanna play with the kitty?” He hugged her, and (Y/N) patted her back.

            Niffty’s sobs subsided, and she hiccupped. “Yeah.”

            Angel and (Y/N) didn’t waste time putting Niffty back with Husk. She sat on his head, petting his fur, and Husk stared up.

            “The fuck is this?” said Husk.

            “She’s wasted,” said Angel, sighing.

            “Just go with it unless you want her to start crying or pouring bleach drinks for you,” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

            Husk huffed. “Fine, fine, whatever.” It wasn’t like he could stop Niffty now, and no one really wanted to see what angering her could do.

            “Aaah…” Pentious fell over from his…well, he’d lost count, but somewhere near his twentieth shot. “Hey, wow.” He looked at Cherri, hauled himself up, and slithered over to her.

            “Oh, boy, he’s got his confidence again,” said (Y/N). “Wonder what’ll go wrong this time.”

            “Maybe nothing will,” said Husk.

            He and (Y/N) exchanged a look and nearly burst out laughing. They both knew that poor Pentious was still too insecure to fully follow through if Cherri questioned anything.

            “Hey, so…I see the club has a sex room,” said Pentious. “So, I was thinking, maybe you’d want to, uhm…do a sex with me?”

            “Yikes, points for confidence, but minus several hundred for style,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m sorry, why would we have sex?” said Cherri, smirking.

            “Uh, uh, uhm…” Pentious shifted nervously.

            “Here it comes,” said Husk.

            “Because I’m having sex with everyone here!” declared Pentious.

            “Wow, he’s really crashing and burning on this one,” said (Y/N), almost impressed by Pentious’s ability to get himself into trouble (everyone was cheering and far too excited for Pentious to be free for quite a while). Sure enough, several people grabbed Pentious, and he was carried away for a long night into one of the sex rooms.

            Cherri laughed and walked back to the group. “You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night, Angie. You don’t have to spend all your off hours ‘working on yourself,’ you little bitch.”

            “The hotel isn’t his problem,” said Husk, holding Niffty over his shoulder. “It’s—”

            “Valentino,” said Angel angrily.

            “Exactly,” said Husk, and (Y/N) nodded fervently.

            “Yeah, that guy is a piece of shit,” said (Y/N).

            “No,” said Angel. He pointed to a side lounge. “Valentino.”

            The moth was demon was there, in the club. He lay back on a couch, two demons curled up next to him as he smoked and crooned proudly about himself. He smirked, clearly at home and in control at the club.

            (Y/N) had seen pictures of him (unfortunately) around Hell, but seeing him in person made them dislike him all the more. He reminded them of the men they’d seen on Earth who only looked at others as pawns, as objects to be used and thrown away. Disgusted, (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

            “Yeah, I come here all the time. They know me,” said Valentino to the two demons currently with him. He smirked at one. “You’re gorgeous. Do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? I could make you a star.”

            Angel shivered as Valentino spoke and looked at his friends. “Let’s get the fuck outta here. Ok, ok.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Niffty’s gone.”

            Husk looked at his shoulder, and sure enough, the bug demon had disappeared. “Well, fuck.”

            “Shit, Niffty,” cursed (Y/N), spotting her running towards the lounge Valentino was sitting in.

            They moved as fast as they could, grabbing Niffty before she could get too close. Unfortunately (but when was the hotel’s luck ever good?), a clubber dancing bumped into (Y/N), and they and Niffty fell forward into the empty space in front of Valentino’s lounge.

            “Fuck, fuck!” Angel reached down and grabbed (Y/N) and Niffty, but it was too late, and Valentino had noticed him.

            “Holy shit, Angel Dust?” said Valentino. “What are you doing here, baby? You didn’t get enough dick today?”

            (Y/N) was disgusted just by his voice, and when Angel held Niffty behind him and pushed (Y/N) back with his other pair of arms, they didn’t resist at all.

            Valentino leaned forward, leering down at Angel, Niffty, and (Y/N). “Who are these chiquitas? You bringing me fresh meat?”

            (Y/N) felt bile rise in their throat, and they inched farther behind Angel.

            Niffty, instead, tried to lunge and bite Valentino, who instantly jerked back. “I just want a taste,” she said, grinning.

            “Eh, weird, but there’s a kink for that, I’m sure,” said Valentino. He tilted his head and regarded (Y/N) next, and they fought back a shudder, refusing to show weakness in front of him. “And that one looks sweet. I know a ton of clients with a thing for that~. A little young, but after a little time in Hell, eh, they’re close enough~”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and their stomach twisted uncomfortably at the implications of that statement. Angel protectively pushed them back, stood up, and glared at Valentino.

            “Fuck off, Val,” he snapped.

            “Excuse me?” said Valentino, narrowing his eyes.

            “I said fuck off!” shouted Angel.

            The club went silent, and everyone stared in shock at Angel.

            “I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain’t fucking with any of my friends!” said Angel, hands curled into fists.

            Valentino stood, towering over everyone. “You forget who you’re talking to?” He waved his cigarette, and the smoke collected into a chain. It wrapped around Angel’s wrist and pulled him to Valentino. “I own you!”

            Angel’s face fell, but his anger welled up again, and he glared, refusing to back down. “Yeah, you do, in the studio, and you can do anything you want to me there, just like our deal says. But out here, I get to do what I want. So once again, fuck off!”

            Valentino raised his hand and swung at Angel.

            Snap!

            A briar wrapped around Valentino’s wrist. The thorns sunk into his skin, and he gritted his teeth at the sudden pain. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at where the vine came from. Everyone was silent and turned their gaze on (Y/N), whose hand was lifted. They had summoned the vine.

            “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” hissed Valentino, and the hotel gang’s eyes widened as (Y/N) was faced with Valentino’s complete fury.

            “Telling you to fuck off like Angel did,” said (Y/N), refusing to cower.

            Valentino’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim lights of the club. “You’re making quite the enemy, you fucking brat.”

            “I certainly don’t want you as a friend,” sneered (Y/N), letting the vine tighten around Valentino’s wrist.

            Valentino gritted his teeth and ripped it away with another hand. Standing at his full height, he glared at Angel. “Enjoy your night, bitch. I’m going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow.” He looked back at (Y/N). “And you…You better be watch your fucking back. You’re going to pay for that.” He turned, and his red wings/cloak swept around with him as he went back to his lounge, fuming.

            “Fucking dickhead,” muttered Cherri.

            “Fucking hell, kid, if he hadn’t been at the club and not been able to risk destroying it, he could’ve tried to kill you,” said Husk, looking at (Y/N).

            They crossed their arms. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt Angel. Not when he’s here with us. Plus he made me feel fucking gross.”

            Angel looked at (Y/N). “He deserved it. Only wish I could’ve been the one to hurt him.” And he wished he could’ve kept Valentino from speaking like that about (Y/N), but he knew (Y/N) had already seen that.

            “Maybe one day you will,” said (Y/N).

            “I hope so,” said Angel. His shoulders heaved as the adrenaline ran out. “Let’s go.”

            Husk patted his back. “Proud of you.”

            Angel smiled. “Thanks.”

            “And you, too, kid, even if it was fucking stupid,” said Husk. “Valentino has got a lot of pull.”

            “I’ve lived under enough people’s thumbs,” said (Y/N), their gaze darkening. “I’m not doing it anymore.”

            Angel and Husk exchanged a look but decided not to ask (Y/N) what that meant. They looked upset enough.

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            “What have you done to Niffty?” said Alastor as the group returned to the hotel. He was grinning at all of their appearances.

            Niffty was holding her head as Husk carried her, Angel Dust was ready to pass out at this point, Pentious was miserable since he hadn’t gotten a chance to “do the sex” with Cherri, and (Y/N)’s anger had worn off to disgust at their experience with Valentino.

            “She drank too much,” said Angel, throwing himself down on the couch. “Don’t wake me. I’m sleeping here forever.”

            “Move over,” said Husk, putting Niffty down to rest.

            “My, my, I thought Charlie had instructed you to have a good time,” tutted Alastor in amusement.

            “We did until Valentino showed up,” groaned Angel. “The dick tried to get Niffty and (Y/N) to work for him.”

            Husk shivered as Alastor’s grin widened but turned sharp and deadly.

            “Did he now?” said Alastor.

            “And then the creep tried to hit Angel!” said (Y/N) angrily.

            “And the kid stupidly made Valentino angry by hurting him with their thorns,” said Husk. “He threatened them.” Husk was proud of them for interceding when Angel had nearly gotten hurt, but he was worried about what Valentino would do now that he knew their face and disliked them.

            “He deserved it,” said (Y/N) sourly.

            “Hell yeah,” said Angel. “He was being a fucking creep.” His friends were off limits, and (Y/N) was seventeen. Not eighteen. Not an adult. Nothing like that. Valentino was a fucking monster.

            “Well, if you have any further trouble with that lecherous demon, I’m sure a quick conversation with me will put an end to it,” said Alastor, his grin dangerously wide even as he tapped (Y/N) on the forehead with his staff with more fondness than any of the demons present were familiar with him expressing.

            “I hope I never see him again,” grumbled (Y/N), completely oblivious to how protective Alastor’s words were.

            The Radio Demon, however, was. Ah, well. It was the truth. He wouldn’t have such a disgusting demon getting near his protégé.

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Never Again.

Platonic Yandere Metal Family x Reader

Prompt- “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

Notes- Reader is Dee’s twin. No gender mentioned that I remember. Heavy is 13 as in canon and Reader and Dee are 16

Warnings- Reader is injured, Reader was stabbed, Victoria yells at reader, Victoria and Heavy torture people in the living room but we don't talk about that, reader is scared of being seen as weak

The red head ranted and threw items across the room. You didn't pay much mind to the words because you knew whatever you answered wouldn't matter.

Finally the woman, your mother, hovered over you fuming. “It's fucking midnight! Where the hell were you?! Huh?!” She looked expectantly while crossing her arms.

The floor seemed more interesting than the anger or at least that's what you pretended was the case.

“I lost track of time at the library, that's all.” You exasperated.

Finally your father who stayed quiet spoke up. A menacing smile and a tilt to his head. “The library closes at 9.”

Sighing you look up. “I'm friends with the librarians kid she let's us stay as long as we stay in one spot and keep it clean… Normally she let's is know when it's closing time but she got busy and we all forgot.”

“Heh, and you expect us to actually believe you?” Your mom sneered.

“Why wouldn't you?” You asked nervously. “I've never done anything like this, I don't skip school, or get in trouble, or talk back… I made a mistake and I'm sorry.” Your hands shook lightly as you held yourself up. Only glancing at your parents as the seem to boil.

Nothing you said seemed to matter though as you spent the next hour be berated by both your mom and dad. On top you're grounded. 2 weeks. School then home then school then home. Nothing else, nothing more.

It was 1:13 when you finally got back to your room. It didn't make much sense to you how your twin or little brother acted out but you do something wrong once and you get banned from living a life.

At least they didn't find out the truth. Maybe they knew you were lying and that's why they really punished you, but it didn't matter as long as they didn't know what really happened.

Because what really happened will haunt you, and you refuse to let them know how weak you truly are. You would always pride yourself in being independent. While Dee and Heavy leaned on their parents you distanced yourself from them.

You had a job, you had good grades, and as long as no one noticed, you had good health

But of course that's what the big problem was. Bruises from where the men hit you rose across your body. And blood spilled onto your clothes where they slashed at you. The room was dark and your parents didn't see anything, but there were bruises forming on your face.

You were exhausted and you knew if you went to sleep now you might be woken by someone else and they'd see the mess that's been made of you.

You laid for 2 hours in that alley. That's enough sleep right?

Dee opens your door and slinks into your room. He thought you were pouting. He knew you got into trouble last night, but didn't expect what he saw.

If only you could have stayed up.

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You were sitting slouched on the floor book loose in your grip. You had tried staying up, but it clearly didn’t work. Bruises dispersed against your wrists, arms and face. Your tanktop bunched up slightly by your slumped form showing off the bandages delicately wrapped around your midsection.

Dee had made a decision at that moment to let you rest and to figure out what the hell happened to you.

You woke up to chaos. Your eyes were still heavy and blurry. The noises still didn’t quite reach your ears yet. It was the warm palm on your face that had you trying to wake yourself up. Your body was weighed down with pain.

Blinking quickly, large blue eyes and a frown were the first thing you were met with. “Dad?” you choked out, “What- what you doing?”

Your throat burned slightly, but it was nothing compared to the pain in your side. You couldn’t comprehend the fear of your family finding out what happened, you were too drained, too hurt.

“I’m putting you in your bed. You fell asleep on the floor.” Your father says smoothly.

It was disturbing hearing this voice so early. His normal pitch was lowered several octaves and his smile was nowhere to be seen. 

You tried to help by standing, but you were quickly tutted and moved into his arms. Of course you wanted to try, you still didn’t want to seem useless. It was concerning, you could hear your mother hollering in the background.

The worry was overwhelming. Was she angry with you or what happened? Will this change how they see you forever? Are they disappointed? What were you supposed to say?

Breathing deeply you were still held to your dads chest. It took a moment to realize he was in the bed with you. Holding you close to him as you lay on your non injured side.

“What’s happening?” you rasped out. As nice as it was to be held, your mom was upset and he should be with her.

Your dad let out a breath. “Your mother is taking care of some things while I take care of you.”

Humming acknowledgement to him you rested your eyes again.

Of course Glam kept it simple. He didn’t need to tell you he already stitched your side. He didn’t need to tell you that Dee hacked the library cameras and found the men who hurt you, or that the “things” Victoria was dealing with were the men that harmed you. He didn’t need to tell you that Heavy was so upset that he offered to help Victoria deal with these men. He also didn’t need to tell you that Dee was handing in the paperwork to the school for you to be homeschooled and a letter telling the librarian you won’t be coming back.

All you needed to know was you were safe.

And you’ll stay safe no matter what your family has to do. This will never happen again.

#metal family x reader #yandere metal family #platonic metal family x reader #platonic glam x reader #platonic dee x reader #platonic heavy x reader #platonic Vicky x reader #yandere metal family x reader

[lowkeyerror]

Falling Fast pt 2

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Notes: Hellhound reader, angst, spoilers for the show, good ending, there will be a part 3 but I wouldn't say this ends on a cliffhanger, Italics are Wednesday's vision

Summary: The vision that Wednesday had in the woods with Y/n stirs an unfamiliar feeling inside of her. It changes their relationship perhaps for the better. Y/n thinks she wants to ask Wednesday to the Rave'N

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Masterlist

Y/n was exhausted from her transformation and the battle she had with the monster. Her body was quick to lull to sleep, even in that of the uncomfortable beds in the nurse's quarters.

Wednesday, however, wasn't afforded the same luxury. Her mind raced with not only pictures of the monster, but images of Y/n from her vision.

What she witnessed made her heart ache for the girl. It felt like an invasion of privacy, something that Y/n should've been allowed to share on her own accord.

Wednesday had gotten the answer to the question she had asked Y/n before the monster interrupted them.

First, she saw the girl at an age much younger than she was now. A mere child, with a loving family. She looked like her mother, but the curse came from her father.

"The Hound is dangerous Y/n, you must learn to control it before it controls you"

" Dad, I'm scared," Y/n's voice trembled.

" You should be," her father's voice was stern. There was a small whimper from the child's lips.

It seemed to take Y/n a long time before she finally turned, she was years older in the next part in the vision. When she did, chaos had broken loose. She had been fighting with her parents.

" I wish I was never born. This stupid curse controls every ounce of my life, and I haven't even turned! I just want to be normal."

Her mother went to speak, but her father took over," You'll never be normal. You'll never be anything but a monster, just like me and my father before me. It's a curse Y/n, it doesn't fucking go away."

" Honey!"

" Curses can be broken. You just have to try," Y/n has tears streaming down her face.

" Not this one," her father says before he shifts into a hellhound.

His form charges Y/n and pins her to the ground. His teeth snap in his child's face as she screams and cries for help.

Y/n's mother tries to get involved, but the hellhound growls at her before smacking her away with his tail. Her mother crashes against the china cabinet and falls to the floor. Y/n's focus is on the slight burn mark on her mother's arm.

It's then that her eyes flash with embers behind them. She lets out a cry that can only be compared to being stabbed by a thousand knives. Then Y/n is gone, and a hellhound is in her place.

Y/n flips the other hound over and starts aggressively biting at it. Her mother screams. The beasts brawl with each other. They demolish the inside of the house. Each attack is a strike to kill.

It's when the older hound turns it’s attention to Y/n's mother that things quickly escalate. Her father stalks her mother, after knocking Y/n to the side. Her mother cowers in his presence, afraid of what he is capable of. Blood drips from his mouth, his daughter's blood. He lunges at the woman.

Before he can get to her, Y/n has sprung back up. Though she is wounded, she makes no mistake in going for the jugular. Her sharp canines dig into her father's throat. The hound shakes her head from left to right, jaws locked on her father's neck.

She doesn't stop until the hound is no longer a hound. The body of her human father hangs from her teeth. She drops him instantly. Her consciousness awakens from the mind of the hound. The dog whimpers before cowering away from the mangled man.

" I tol-d you, you're a monster," were her father's last words as his hands wrapped around his throat. A sick smile on his face as he took his last breath.

Y/n ran away after that. Her mother spent hours searching before she found her daughter unconscious. Y/n was unclothed, her body littered with cuts and burns from her father. The girl was barely breathing.

Her mother held her close. She wept for the girl. She wouldn't know how to fix this, how to make this right, how to take this pain away from her daughter?

That's when Wednesday awoke with the hound standing protectively over her. After witnessing that, Wednesday feelings for the girl changed. Wednesday's heart ached to protect Y/n. To make sure she'd never have to feel like that again.

When she saw the girl cringe after her transformation, it made her uncomfortable. Not because it was hard to watch, but because there was nothing she could do to alleviate the pain. Wednesday felt helpless, the feeling was foreign to her and wished to never feel it again.

The way that the girl could not stand after, made Wednesday shake to her core in anger. The monster would pay for this. She already knew that it was part human, and that gave her hope.

It gave her hope that she'd be able to wrap her hands around their throat while Thing stabbed their eyes out.

Wednesday meant what she said, Y/n would be safe, and no harm would come to her. For if it did, Wednesday did not know if she could forgive herself.

Her eyes softened as they trailed over the sleeping girl. It was hard for Wednesday to be vulnerable even when no one was watching, but she was convinced that Y/n deserved tenderness.

" Cara mia," it left her lips as a whisper. Her cold hand gently squeezed the sleeping girl's. Wednesday didn't say anything else, she simply sighed as she allowed herself to slouch back into the uncomfortable chair the nurse provided her with.

Things were different when Y/n was let out of the nurse's quarters. For one, some students began to speculate that she was the monster in the woods. Everyone was seemingly reintroduced to the fact that Y/n was a hellhound. There was no point in trying to clear her name once the gossip spread.

The second thing that changed was her relationship with Wednesday. The girl with the black school uniform refused to let Y/n out of her sight. If Wednesday couldn't be there, she'd substitute herself for Thing, Enid, or Eugene, but she never left the girl unsupervised.

It was her way of showing that she cared. Wednesday also requested that Y/n practice her violin during the hour that she had dedicated to writing her novel. She said it gave her the perfect ambiance to inspire her writing.

Y/n loved the attention she received from Wednesday. She was scared that her feelings for the girl were in vain, but the more time they spent together, the more she changed her mind.

There were still three things that had Y/n worried. Wednesday's obsession with the monster (that they found out was a hyde), Xavier, and Tyler.

The problem with the hyde was the biggest issue. Y/n didn't want Wednesday to be in harm's way, but she said she would stand by her side. She refused to let the Addams get hurt. Y/n had faith in Wednesday, but she was also terrified at the possibility of losing the girl.

Xavier and Tyler were minor threats to her. She didn't fear that Wednesday liked them. It was quite clear to her that Wednesday was not interested in either boy. To say Wednesday was using them sounded harsh, because the term "using" usually implied manipulation.

However, Wednesday never manipulated these boys. She was always straightforward with her intent. Never doing anything that suggested that she wanted to pursue either boy romantically.

Yet both had thought that they had some claim on Wednesday. Which in turn meant neither of them liked Y/n much.

Xavier tried to get Wednesday to consider the rumors that were going around. That plan backfired quickly when she simply stated that she was there and saw what happened.

Tyler just kept insisting there was something off about Y/n. That there was something about her that wasn't right. Wednesday refuted his claim by stating that she and Y/n were alike in that way.

Amongst all the murders, rumors, and treachery was the Rave'N dance. Y/n did not like participating in school activities. She had skipped the dance before, but this time she was hesitant.

" You should ask Wednesday to the dance," Enid spoke as she walked across campus with Y/n.

" Wednesday would never go to the dance," the hellhound dismissed her immediately.

" … unless you were the one to ask her. She can't say no to you," Enid argued.

Y/n didn't miss a beat in responding," She can, and she has."

" This will be different, trust me. Plus, be real, you totally want to go with her," Enid's teasing earned her a soft glare from Y/n.

" I don't want to go to the Rave'N but if I had to go, like life or death, I would go with Wednesday."

Enid squeals at the admission," This is fantastic, we have to get you an outfit. A dress… or suit, you're definitely more on the suit side of things."

" Hey! I could pull off a dress."

Enid nodded" A dress it is."

" On second thought- wait Enid, I am not going to the dance."

" Whatever you say."

Enid lets it go after that, but now all Y/n can think about is what Wednesday would wear if they went together. The thought played around her mind for days. The courage to ask the girl out, not willing itself to Y/n.

It's not until the night of the dance, when Thing knocks on her door with both a suit and a dress, encouraging the girl to ask Wednesday, that a fire is lit under the girl.

The dress is undoubtedly for Wednesday. It's easy to tell from its all black coloring and the unique style of the dress. The suit is a deep maroon color, almost like old blood. The trim is black with patterns similar to the one's on Wednesday's dress. It fits Y/n perfectly, Thing gives the girl thumbs up.

She didn't have time to do anything special to her hair as Thing rushed her out of her room and to Wednesday's.

" Why are we going so fast?"

Thing knocked on the door before Y/n got the chance. Wednesday opened the door looking as if she was on a mission.

" Y/n."

Her tone was mostly normal, but there is a tinge of surprise to it.

" I don't know what I'm doing here, if I'm being honest. Thing showed up in my room with this suit, and then I kept hearing Enid's persistent voice in my head. And I know this really last minute, but I'd really like to go to the dance with you Wednesday."

" Y/n I- I don't have anything to wear on such short notice. Otherwise, I would-"

Y/n shoved the dress in Wednesday's hands. The girl stopped speaking immediately. She kept her eyes locked on the dress," How did you get this?"

Y/n pointed down to the hand on the floor, who was trying it's best to look inconspicuous. Wednesday's eyes shifted from Y/n to Thing a few times before a sigh escaped her lips.

" Give me 15 minutes," she grumbled. She motioned for Thing to follow her into the room, then slammed the door in Y/n's face.

The hound could hear the dark haired girl scolding the hand as she waited for Wednesday to re-emerge.

She was ready in less than 15 minutes. She took extra time to get her nerves in check. This was new to her and she hated that. Yet her hatred felt dull compared to the unruly pounding of her chest.

When Y/n caught her first glimpse of Wednesday, she felt time stand still.

" I've never seen the darkness shine so brightly."

" Don't ever say anything that cheesy again," Wednesday commented, averting her gaze from Y/n.

" You look amazing, Wednesday."

Her eyes unintentionally rake up Y/n's body," I could say the same about you."

" Wednesday? What's going on, what happened to staking out the cave," Eugene had appeared in front of the pair, a look of confusion crossing his features.

" Eugene I-"

" It's my fault, Eugene. I asked Wednesday to the dance about 15 minutes ago, I didn't mean to ruin your steak out," Y/n apologized to the boy.

" I understand, there's no hard feelings. I could always go check it out by myself."

" Don't go alone. It's too dangerous. We'll go together tomorrow night, understood ?"

The boy nodded, the dejection was clear on his face. Y/n felt bad for ruining whatever plans the two had. She was going to apologize to Wednesday as well, but the girl was already headed into the dance.

Y/n trailed behind her. Suddenly not in the mood for the dance anymore. She cringed when she saw the intense white theme that the dance had taken on.

" I'm going to go get us some drinks," Wednesday walked over to the punch bowl while Y/n stood in place.

The hellhound watched as Wednesday was approached by Enid and her date, followed by Xavier. Little did she know that Xavier was talking about her.

" Y/n is dangerous. You don't know what she did to her father."

That line got Wednesday's attention. Her glare increased tenfold, as did her grip on the drinks.

" I suggest, you don't talk about things that you don't know shit about. If you bring that up again or if I hear whispers of it down the hall, I will not hesitate to drain all the blood in your body. Do I make myself clear?"

" Is there a problem over here?" Y/n couldn't stand on the sidelines any longer. Not with the harsh look Wednesday was giving the boy.

Xavier clenched his jaw, eyes focused on Wednesday," Crystal."

He stormed away after that, leaving the two alone. Wednesday was feeling a tremendous amount of guilt for knowing Y/n's secret. She wanted to tell her, but she didn't know how.

" What was that about?"

" I need to talk to you. In a less crowded area," Wednesday avoided eye contact, it made Y/n nervous.

The taller girl led Wednesday to a semi-secluded area outside the dance. They both sat and Y/n patiently waited for the girl to speak.

" When we were in the forest, I had a vision. It was about you and your family. I saw… something that I wasn't supposed to see."

Y/n became stiff, her body was rigid. Her mind folded with images of the only thing that the girl could be speaking about.

" I didn't know how to tell you what I had seen. I knew that was extremely private and I-"

" How much did you see?" Y/n couldn't bring herself to look at the girl.

" The last thing I saw was your mother finding you unconscious."

Y/n's hands were folded together tightly as her knee bounced. The grip was deathly, Wednesday could see that. She wanted to hold Y/n's hand, to give her a little comfort, but she didn't know how to initiate anything like that.

Luckily for her, Y/n needed the comfort for what she was about to say. The girl doesn't hesitate to reach for Wednesday's hand. The Addams girl doesn't hesitate to interlock their hands, either.

" I was in pretty bad shape after… that. Physically and emotionally. My mom did everything she could do, but that didn't change the way I felt. Eventually the news got out, and everywhere I went I was a monster. They didn't know about the hound, but a girl who murdered her father was monster enough."

"You're not a monster. He was going to kill you and your mother. You were protecting yourself and her."

Y/n let out a forced chuckle," You sound like the therapist. My mom and I couldn't stay in that town any longer. She packed us up and we moved. I was still struggling with fitting in after everything. She heard about Nevermore, and the rest is history."

" Is it different here?"

" It was, but now everyone thinks I'm the murderer. They think I'm a monster, just like he said they would."

" Look at me, Y/n. I'm getting tired of saying this, so this will be the last time. You are not a monster. You have never been nor will you ever be a monster. You have too much kindness in your heart, too much compassion, to even be considered for that role. There's only one person who can tell you what you are."

" Me?"

Wednesday slightly shakes her head," Me."

" And what do you think I am, Wednesday?"

Wednesday eyes shift so subtly that it's barely noticeable. Her ice-like hand squeezed Y/n's warm one.

" You are cara mia," Wednesday doesn't say another word, abruptly standing, pulling Y/n's hand with her," Let's dance."

Y/n doesn't know what the phrase means, but for some reason it makes her heart swell.

Dancing with Wednesday was more like watching Wednesday dance. Her moves were eccentric, just like everything else about her. Her moves seemed to inspire more people to join the dance floor, it was impressive.

" Do you not dance at all?" Wednesday asked as she noticed Y/n's lack of movement.

" I tango, but that's all I've got," Y/n responded.

" Show me," Wednesday extended her hand and Y/n took it, pulling the girl into her with slight force.

Their faces were centimeters away from each other. Wednesday's breath hitched, which made Y/n smile a bit. The taller girl led them in a tango.

" Why only tango?"

Y/n spun the girl outward, then back with a slight turn, and ended on a dip. As she brought the girl back up, she answered," My mother told me the tango was the only dance I needed to know to make anyone swoon for me. It's a dance of precision, the movements are sharp yet fluid. It's a dance of passion."

" My mother and father say similar things. They call it the dance of devoted lovers," Wednesday's gaze is sharp on Y/n.

The song ends, and they finish with a brilliant stomp of their feet. They were out of breath, but neither girl moved to break apart.

That's when Y/n felt something drip on her. She looked up just in time to see the red liquid spring out from the sprinkler system. Her attention turned back to her date, who was smiling as it rained on her.

Y/n had already been wearing red, so the blood didn't bother her too much. It was just a prank, she felt the panic was unnecessary.

" They couldn't even spring for real pig's blood. It's paint."

Things break down even further from there as students start to scatter. People are bumping into the pair left and right. Someone bumps into Wednesday and Y/n can immediately tell she's having a vision.

" Eugene is in the woods. He's in danger."

She takes off sprinting and Y/n isn't far behind her.

" Wednesday! Wednesday, wait."

" We haven't got the time."

Y/n placed her hand on the girl's shoulder," The hound can sniff him out."

Wednesday adamantly disagreed," No."

" Wednes-"

" I said no. No one else needs to get hurt."

Y/n stared at the girl briefly before making the executive decision to turn anyway. Wednesday was seething, but as the dog bowed to her, she climbed on its back.

" Find him, so you can shift back, and I can scold you properly."

The hound was off after her command. Y/n already knew Eugene's scent. It was all over the woods, there were many turns and twists, like he had been in distress.

" Eugene!" Wednesday called out for him as Y/n followed the boy's confusing trail.

Then her ears perked up. She could hear him running. Y/n started running at an alarm speed. Wednesday had to grip the hound's hair just to stay on. Y/n could also hear the hyde, it was far closer than she was.

Y/n could hear him fall.

" Wednesday, over here."

Then he screamed. He was in their line of sight. Wednesday hopped off of the hound and ran to him. The hound stayed where it was, preparing to strike in case the hyde returned.

Eugene wasn't moving. His abdomen was gushing blood.

" We have to get him to a hospital."

The hound wasted little time, gently scooping both teens onto it's back. It ran quickly but carefully out the woods and into Jericho.

The city was awake and afraid as they saw a beast barreling towards them. They called the police to report it. Soon sirens were chasing after the hellhound, spiking it's already fragile nerves.

When it stopped in front of the hospital. It kneeled so Wednesday could get off, and she screamed for help.

The police heard her screams and held their guns at the hellhound. Y/n cowered in fear. She watched from the corner of her eyes as Eugene was wheeled away by the professionals

Wednesday stood boldly in front of the hellhound," Don't shoot her." Her tiny frame didn't cover Y/n much, but the sheriff signaled the men to hold their fire.

" Put the guns away," Wednesday didn't move from her spot. The officers didn't waiver waiting for a command from the sheriff.

" Listen, Addams-"

" No, you listen. I will not let you make her out to be some monster because she isn't. She just helped me save Eugene's life, and you're all out here pointing guns at her. Now put the fucking guns away, or you'll have a real monster to deal with, and that monster is me," Wednesday no longer had her usual composure. She was angry, frightened, and panicked.

The sheriff commanded the other officers to put their weapons away. Once Wednesday saw that they had all implied, she turned to face the hound.

The hound was still in a bowed position, afraid to move. Wednesday rested her hand on it's head," It's safe, cara mia. Come back to me."

The hellhound hesitated for a moment, but with another gentle caress from Wednesday, Y/n shifted back into her human form.

" Hand me a jacket," Wednesday commanded, and the sheriff complied. She draped it over the hellhound.

" What is going on here?" The sheriff asked, but Wednesday didn't answer him.

" Are you hurt?" Wednesday was focused on Y/n. Her hand lay flat against Y/n's cheek. She searched the girl for injuries.

Y/n grabbed her wrist," I'm ok, a little sore, but fine. What about Eugene?"

" I don't know, they took him."

" Can someone explain to me what's going on right now?" Sheriff Galpin said sternly.

Wednesday turns to the man in frustration," What's going on is that your incompetent staff has yet to catch the hyde wrecking havoc across this town. It's almost killed me, Y/n, and Eugene yet Jericho's finest hasn't done anything about it. "

" Listen here, little girl, the only reason you and your friends keep getting hurt is because you keep poking your nose where it doesn't belong," he shouted back at her.

Y/n stood on wobbly legs in front of Wednesday. A dim fire roared behind her eyes.

" You don't talk to her like that," there was a low growl in her throat.

" Don't get fresh with me, doggo," the sheriff shot back. Y/n was ready to strike the man, but then Principal Weems appeared.

" Enough! Stop antagonizing my students," Weems towered over the man, still stained from the paint at the dance.

Her head snapped back to the kids," And you two, go back to school grounds. This matter will be dealt with between the sheriff and myself."

" And what about Eugene? He could be dead." Wednesday pressed on.

" I will alert you of Mr. Ottinger's condition as soon as I am made aware. But now I'm telling you both to go back to the school," Weems stares down Wednesday before her eyes shift to Y/n.

Wednesday took a glance at the girl and her demeanor softened. The hellhound said she was well, but she didn't look like it. Her eyes were still fiery, her glare fixed on the sheriff, but her body shook like a leaf. The condensation on her face was a true sign that she was unwell.

Wednesday knew what Weems was implying. As much as it frustrated her, she relented for Y/n's sake.

" Miss Thornhill will escort you back to Nevermore," Weems spoke with no room for argument.

Wednesday clenched her teeth, but pulled Y/n along with her as they silently climbed into Miss Thornhill's car.

The orange haired teacher tried to make small talk, but neither girl spoke. As soon as the car stopped, Wednesday was dragging Y/n out of the car. Instead of leading them to her shared room with Enid, Wednesday led the pair to Y/n's room.

When they got into the room, Y/n sat on the bed wordlessly. Her bones burned from the transformation and her muscles ached from the running. She was trying to process all that had happened.

" I told you not to transform."

Y/n's head snapped to the girl," If we were any slower, Eugene could've died. Hell, he could still be dead, Wednesday."

" They were ready to shoot you out there. You could've been killed. What good would it be if both of you were dead, Y/n, tell me."

" Wednesday-"

" Don't 'Wednesday' me. How am I supposed to live with myself knowing that this is the second time you've almost died because of me?"

Y/n cut her off," I'm a big girl, Wednesday. I can take care of myself."

" You think I don't know that? I just- you don't understand."

Y/n got off the bed to come face to face with Wednesday. She was careful not to touch the girl. Her eyes were desperate as they locked with Wednesday's," Then help me understand."

Wednesday's eyes were wild when they searched Y/n's face. Her face was still covered in the paint. Her dress clung to her skin with the mixture of paint and real blood. Her heart was pounding harder than she ever thought possible.

Her mind was racing with thoughts, but then they stopped all at once. Her body took over and in one jagged movement she placed her lips on Y/n's.

Her hands shot up, holding the girl's face. Y/n's hands were trying to bring Wednesday as close to her as possible. The girls were in a frenzy. Both inexperienced, but both having such a deep craving for one another that it didn't matter.

Wednesday broke the kiss by placing a trail of kisses down the side of Y/n's neck and shoulder all the way to her hand, and back up again to her lips.

" Cara mia, I can't lose you," Wednesday said breathlessly, her gaze full of worry as the truth left her lips.

Y/n smiled," I still don't know what that means, but I promise you won't lose me."

" It means my beloved."

" Oh."

Wednesday looked away from her. Y/n was gentle as she turned Wednesday's face back to her.

" I like it."

Wednesday tried to return to her normal unbothered facade," One usually responds with mon cher. It means, my darling."

" Say it again," Y/n encouraged the girl.

Wednesday was slightly surprised, but she didn't let it show," Cara mia, your pain is my pain. I need to know you're safe."

" Your battles are my battles. I cannot let you face them alone, mon cher."

They were in a staring contest. Both stubborn with hearts that were full. Y/n was the one to stick her hand first. Wednesday put her in Y/n's.

" Together?" The hellhound questioned hopefully.

Wednesday nodded curtly, hiding the smile tugging at the edge of her lips.

" Together."

That night Wednesday stayed in Y/n's room. She even borrowed a pair of clothes from the girl. They slept in the same bed, but left ample space between each other. That didn't matter though, because they drifted closer to each other as the night progressed.

It seemed like a wanting at first, but upon deeper inspection it was clear that they needed each other. Their masterpiece was forming, but it wasn't a predictable exhibit. Their masterpiece was covered in blood and burned by ash. It was both of them and it was beautiful.

Pt 2 Taglist ( I thought I'd tag you guys since you asked for a part 2): @namesduntmatter @anticr @screechcat @cantbecreative

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[foliosriot]

Love’s The Death Of Peace Of Mind — Pt. 1

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

summary: you and your best friend, noah, messed around a few times. then bad omens releases their third album, and certain songs and lyrics hit a little too close to home.

warnings: none.

masterlist. tdopom masterlist.

You’d slept longer than you would have liked. Waking up at 11:30AM was completely unexpected, but you could care less, especially since you don’t have work today.

With a full-body stretch and dramatic yawn, you slide off your bed. You wobble on your feet for a moment, then find your balance to walk into the bathroom.

What the mirror shows you is awful: dark bags under your eyes, tangled hair, creases along your cheek from where you had been positioned against your pillows. Your reflection makes you cringe. But you don’t do anything to remedy your appearance as you do your business. (You do, at least, rake your fingers through your hair in an attempt at taming it.)

When you’re finished, you shamble back into your room and promptly flop down onto your bed. You’ve been working like crazy recently, so the exhaustion that has tightly gripped you is warranted. But you are not enjoying it, even if you’re the one that has been picking up extra shifts. This one is on you, not the universe.

You groan inwardly as you push yourself upward. You reach for your phone that’s plugged in on your nightstand, then shift into a sitting position against your headboard as you begin your morning social media routine.

Your Instagram is flooded with posts upon posts about Bad Omens’ new album. You immediately curse yourself for forgetting the album’s release date had been much sooner than you’d initially expected.

As you continue scrolling through your feed and swiping through stories, you keep seeing the same image. It was a woman, completely nude, hunched over on a bench of sorts. The red scenery was almost too much, but you couldn’t stop yourself from loving the album art choice. It was simple yet beautiful but eye-catching, and it stood out in a way you knew only Noah would have seen.

Oh god.

Noah.

Noah, your best friend, worked so fucking hard on this third LP. He is too much of a perfectionist to not get every little detail just right. You witnessed him do vocal takes over and over countless times. You saw him scrap samples that you had personally loved. The pride he’s feeling at the media’s response must be overwhelming for him, but in the best way possible. He deserves the recognition.

However, you know that the lead up to the release date had been memorable for both of you. Just not in the way of songwriting or mixing tracks.

It had started roughly a month after your ex broke up with you, about a year and a half ago. You were hanging out with Noah at your apartment, music playing from your speaker as you were drawing on your iPad and Noah was, undoubtedly, writing lyrics for a song he was working on.

He had been singing along to the song was that had been playing, his voice distracting you from whatever you had been doing. If you remember correctly, it was Science & Faith by The Script, a song you love dearly. And the way he had sang along — at first soft and quiet, almost absentmindedly, then using his entire chest like a live performance — captured your attention completely.

You’d watched him until the song ended, his gaze never leaving his journal. Then he was reaching out for his mug of tea and he caught your eye.

“What?” he’d asked.

A small smile. “Nothing,” you told him. “Just really love your voice.”

Noah had continued singing along to the songs that came on, and you just kept watching. The air became charged and vibrated with a tension you had never felt around Noah. But then that tension had snapped when your eyes had met, Give by Sleep Token wrapping around you both.

Suddenly your lips were on each other and previous tasks were forgotten. You had gladly let Noah have his way with you.

Afterwards, you agreed that such an intimate experience wouldn’t tarnish your friendship. And it didn’t! But then it happened again. And again. And again.

The last time you two had messed around was six months ago. Your constant texting and phone calls dwindled over those months, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. And apparently, neither could Noah.

Something in your friendship had changed, but neither one of you had wanted to acknowledge it. You had simply decided that putting distance between each other would fix whatever happened. But it didn’t fix anything; it just made you miss and crave him more as the days went by.

You have wanted Noah more than anything for years. You had thought there was something between you, but had been ultimately proven wrong.

Shrugging off the memories, you close out of Instagram to open up Spotify, and you are immediately met with THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND. You nibble on your bottom lip for just a moment before you’re tapping play, keeping shuffle off.

As you listen to the album you remain sitting in bed. You can feel the energy and excitement that overtakes you as you’re enjoying CONCRETE JUNGLE, then going slack jawed by the sheer talent present in Nowhere To Go. The sudden melancholy and regret that you’re met with from Take Me First takes you by surprise, but you’re loving the lyrics too much to dwell on those feelings.

The fourth track is the album’s namesake: THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND. The instrumental intro is awfully beautiful, and you’re nearly taken aback when the first verse begins.

Noah’s voice is gorgeous. It is so soothing and comforting, and then you’re closing your eyes to take it all in. For a moment, you think you’re somewhere else.

Different bed sheets beneath you. Heat radiates from every pore of your body. The curtains are drawn together and the only lights are the strips of LED you’ve always found a bit tacky. There are familiar hands grasping at your thighs and hips, hot breath against your skin. Lips on your neck and teeth biting—

You’re in the walls that I made, with crosses and frames

Hanging upside down

For granted, in vain, I took everything

I ever cared about

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you fuck, the way you taste

Your eyes fling open. You had been taken back to a memory, one you fear may never leave your mind. The pre-chorus has your heart racing uncontrollably, and you’re frozen in place as you continue listening. You have no words. There’s a sliver of you that knows Noah wrote that about you. But you aren’t completely certain when the next song starts.

The way What It Cost bleeds into Like A Villain shakes you out of your frozen stupor. The transition is beautiful and you find yourself falling for the lyrics.

Then bad decisions catches you off guard. It’s mellow compared to the front of the album, and even the entirety of Bad Omens’ discography. Still undeniably beautiful, you think.

Just Pretend has you reeling. You knew Noah had written it a few years before but did not expect him to actually use it for any upcoming records. There are a few lines you remember him telling you about from way back when, and you smile small at their presence in the song.

The back of the album is just as perfect. You find yourself resisting the urge to jump along to the addictive nature of What do you want from me? and the sucker punch that is ARTIFICIAL SUICIDE. And then Miracle, the closing track, is simply perfect in every way possible.

When the music stops, you suddenly feel all weird on the inside. There’s an overhanging sense of emptiness, but the weirdness coiling into a knot in the pits of your stomach prevents that void from sinking in fully.

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND is a phenomenal record, front to back. It is beautifully produced, the instrumentals and lyricism working together in a way you’ve never heard before. You have no qualms about making it your album of the year (at least until Motionless In White’s new record in a couple months, that is).

But the beauty of the songs and lyrics does nothing to calm your nerves. The boys had been working hard on every single detail when you and Noah had messed around that handful of times. There was no denying the obvious inspiration Noah had derived from you.

You sit in silence for several minutes, debating on what to do. You know you need to text your friends and tell them how proud of them you are. It takes a bit to finally scrounge up that courage, then you’re finally closing Spotify and going in to your messages to text Noah first. But your thumb is hovering above his contact, almost as if you can’t find it in yourself to simply congratulate your best friend on such a huge success.

It’s embarrassing, really. You can’t ignore your own selfish feelings to just admit you’re fucking proud of him? Because you should be proud of your best friend.

So instead of messaging Noah, you search for the rest of the bands’ contacts. Maybe, this way, you can actually convince yourself to eventually applaud him if you do the same to his fellow band members, your mutual friends, first.

You: CONGRATS ON THE NEW ALBUM!! It is so beautiful and I’m so fucking proud of you! Your drumming is insane and I can’t wait to hear you fuck it up live 🖤🤯 I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Fisherman Folio🎣🥁: THANK YOU! Your support over the years means everything to us, and I can’t believe you’ve been here since the beginning. I love you too!!

You: CONGRATS ON THE NEW ALBUM!! I’m so fucking proud of you guys and it is soooo beautiful! The bass lines are incredible 🖤🖤 I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

Nicholas🐱🩶: Thank you so much!! I’m so happy with how it came out and I’m happy you like it! Your support means everything. Love you <3

You: CONGRATS ON THE NEW ALBUM!! You went all out on the production and I could not be prouder of this beautiful record! The guitars are amazing (especially in artificial suicide like wtf?????) 🖤🖤 I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Jolly🎸☀️: Thank you! We worked super hard on it and the feedback has been so positive. Thank you for being here from day one. If it weren’t for you and Vincent we would not be where we are. Love you!!

The guys’ messages all bring tears to your eyes, but Jolly’s is the one that has the dam breaking. You smile at your phone as tears streak down your cheeks. Your heart is aching with the urge to hug them all.

A couple minutes later, when the tears have subsided and you’re wiping away the last few stragglers, your phone buzzes. From where it’s laying face up beside you on your bed you can see that it’s another text from Jolly. Your eyebrows pinch slightly in confusion as you pick up your phone.

Jolly🎸☀️: You haven’t said anything to Noah yet, have you?

The singular sentence has you swearing softly then biting your tongue. Jolly is basically your big brother, and he didn’t have to say anything before you were telling him everything about what had happened between you and Noah. He cares about both you and Noah too much to see anything come between you two. Especially considering Noah has been your best friend since he met Nicholas, and thus met you.

But the text bubble seems to be glaring up at you as you stare down at it. It’s not quite a secret that you and Noah haven’t talked in a while, so it’s almost as if Jolly’s text is mocking you. You hardly even react when you see those three little dots pop up and bob as Jolly types.

You sigh through your teeth. You hesitantly begin typing out a response, watching the dots pause and disappear.

You: No not yet

Jolly🎸☀️: Why?

You: Idk, doesn’t feel like my place ig

Jolly🎸☀️: You’re kidding right? Noah has been asking me if I’ve heard from you, if you’ve even listened to the album. He wants your feedback and attention and it’s getting really fucking annoying hearing him be mopey. He wants to hear from you ok? So for my sanity I say you at least text him a quick congrats, maybe your favorite song while you’re at it…

You: Fine, now fuck off and enjoy your huge accomplishment

Jolly doesn’t reply; all he does is like your response in acknowledgement. Which leaves you anxious as you hold your phone limply in your hands.

You breathe deeply. The phone in your hands is practically screaming at you to talk to Noah, to just let him know you listened. And you’re not sure what finally gets you to swipe away from your conversation with Jolly and opening yours with Noah. But you’re already typing and hitting send before you can take it back.

You: Congrats on the album! You’re insanely talented and you should be so proud of yourself! I’m torn between TDOPOM and Miracle as my favorite song :)

You toss your phone to the side, like it’s a bomb that is about to detonate. Having it in your grasp felt too dangerous. Letting it sit a couple feet away from you made you feel a bit better, you suppose.

The phone is silent for awhile. You remain sitting in the spot on your bed, terror bubbling in your chest as you wait for a notification of any kind. But the screen remains dark, and you keep chewing anxiously on your lip and tongue.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, you’re about to give up on waiting for a reply. Noah’s phone is probably blowing up from people congratulating him and the band, so it doesn’t seem worth idling by.

Then your phone vibrates. The screen switches on, and your screensaver is lighting up the singular notification present.

You already know who it’s from.

With shaking fingers, you unlock your phone and open up your messages. There’s one new text. Then another comes in when you press the contact.

Noah: Your love and support means the fucking world. I’m glad you were able to find some favorites lol

Noah: Ok look, I’m sorry if this is crossing a line or whatever but I just wanted you to know that there are a few songs and lyrics about you, if you didn’t catch onto that already. I miss you x

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

a/n: let me know if you want a pt 2!!

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #the death of peace of mind #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #alex’s writing! ❪ 𖤐 ❫ #alex! ❪ 𖤐 ❫

[veeagainsttheday]

Ed, Killing, and the Kraken in Our Flag Means Death S1 and S2

This meta contains a whole heckuva a lot of spoilers for Our Flag Means Death seasons 1 and 2. Thanks to @petrichorca who gave it a read through and left some helpful comments!

When we first get to know Ed in s1e4, the episode concludes with him telling his first mate, Izzy Hands, about his plans to murder Stede Bonnet and steal his identity so Ed can retire from piracy. Ed and Izzy discuss the plan in a casual manner, like this act isn't shocking or deviant from previous conversations and schemes Ed and Izzy have had before. This is consistent with how other characters, especially Black Pete, have described Blackbeard in previous episodes (‘when Blackbeard kills man, woman, or child…’). While Black Pete is (probably) lying, Buttons was with him until the flip. 

As the song ‘The Empty Boat’ by Caetano Veloso plays, Izzy tells Ed, 'You've still got it' and Ed says, 'I know,' turning away to face the empty deck. Only the audience witnesses his true facial expression - the Blackbeard mask falling, a kind of dead-eyed exhaustion (echoed by the lyrics of the song) taking its place. 

In s1e5, we see Ed threaten violence against the French captain, but he doesn't actually hurt the man himself. We also see him act as if he's about to go kill the French partygoers before Stede steps in and 'handles it'. At this point I think we the audience would, if asked, have said that Ed seems to have a casual attitude towards killing that you would expect from 'the legendary Blackbeard'. He's scary ('next one goes through your fucking eyeball') and almost cartoonishly violent ('skin him. And use the snail fork'). So we the audience maybe make some assumptions about where the show stands on violent killing - not only that Blackbeard is familiar with it, but that it's a commonplace act for him.

Then we come to a pivotal moment. In s1e6, Izzy pushes back on Ed for not killing Stede, there’s the conversation about doggy heaven, and Ed promises Izzy that he’ll be the one to do the killing. We see Ed hyping himself up (‘You’re a killer bro. So kill.’) and then holding his knife while standing next to Stede behind the curtain in the captain’s cabin. They’re interrupted by Lucius cutting off his finger. Ed doesn’t go through with it; the moment passes as Stede exits the curtain to announce the entrance of the Kraken. 

At this point, I as an audience member fully believed that Ed couldn’t kill Stede because of his feelings for him. I wasn’t yet sure what those feelings were, but I knew that Ed had a deep affection for Stede, and for a moment I believed that was all that was holding him back. Then, of course, we see Ed have a PTSD/panic attack trigger from the Kraken fuckery that sends him into Stede’s bathtub, hiding underneath Stede’s robe, where he and Stede have what I believe is the most intimate moment of the entire first season (a reading supported by s2e3). Ed tells Stede, ‘The Kraken didn’t kill my dad. I did.’ We are shown the flashbacks to the way Ed’s father abused him and his mother, and the Kraken story he told on deck earlier is shown again with the figure of the beast in the water replaced by himself, as a young teen, on the dock. 

Then Ed tells Stede, ‘If I’m being honest, I haven’t killed another man since.’ Stede tries to comfort him by reminding him how much he loves a good maim, but Ed is still preoccupied with how the fact that he killed his abusive father as a child means that he’s not a good person, and that this is why he doesn’t have any friends, aka, isn’t loveable. Stede tells him, ‘I’m your friend,’ in essence, To me, you are loveable, and Ed reacts by saying, ‘No,’ and banging his head against the tub.

The next important point happens in s1e8, when Jack invites himself to breakfast and regales Stede (very deliberately, as he’s trying to push Stede and Ed apart) with the tale of Ed setting a ship alight and killing many people. (Also note - the show’s first mention of Hornigold! ‘He treated us like dogs! Worse than dogs!’ and ‘Ground us down into nothing!’) While Jack emphasises the horror and brutality of what Ed did, Ed’s demeanour completely changes - ‘No, Stede doesn’t want to hear about that.’ Jack obviously doesn’t listen to Ed; Stede’s face passes from horrified listening to Jack to squinting at Ed like, ‘Is this - true?’ Ed looks thoroughly guilty as the story continues and Stede asks him, clearly doing his best to preserve Ed’s secret in front of Jack, ‘I thought you’d, uh, given up the killing?’ Ed surges forward in his seat and, not making eye contact with Stede, says, ‘Yeah, well, technically the fire killed those guys. Not me.’ The camera then cuts to Jack looking at Stede with a bit of an incredulous expression as if he’s both gauging Stede’s reaction to the entire thing and thinking, ‘Wow BB’s in deep here if he’s making up some weird story about not being the one who lit that fire.’  

I don’t think the show intends for us to believe that Ed was consciously lying to Stede in the bathtub scene in s1e6. Instead, we see the complex way that Ed - who is shown to be both brilliant and possessed of an internal monologue that just cannot shut up - has constructed mental barriers to protect himself from the trauma of killing while still achieving the highest possible status in a very violent profession and existing in a world marred by colonial violence perpetrated specifically against people like him. 

S1e9 shows Ed continuing to posture to everyone but Stede as Blackbeard, seasoned killer (for example, telling Chauncey that he barely remembers killing Nigel because he’s ‘a real “life is cheap” kinda guy’). At the Academy and briefly after, in the beginning of s1e10, Ed seems set to have given up killing and violence for real, but Izzy’s threats in the cabin in s1e10 send Ed reeling back to the Kraken persona he assumed when he killed his dad. The season concludes with him pushing Lucius off the ship and Krakening up to sail, rob, and raise hell forever - but the final shot shows Ed crying alone in his cabin, his Kraken makeup streaking down his face. It’s heartbreaking, but it’s one of my favourite scenes from a character perspective. Imagine if the season had ended with Ed fully transformed into the Kraken, rather than clearly miserable and heartbroken under his mask? 

Season 2 begins with Ed trying to set a record for most consecutive raids, working his crew to death under brutal and traumatic conditions. His list of crimes on his wanted poster certainly suggests a lot of violence and killing, yet the show is careful to show us Ed himself only seeming to kill one person - firing a gun into a man’s back during a raid - and if you look closely, you’ll see that the man was already dying with a dagger through his body. It feels vital to me that the only direct ‘killing’ action we see Ed taking is shooting a man who we presume he can justify as having been already on his way to death. 

In s2e1 and s2e2, Ed can’t kill Izzy, though he does try desperately to get Frenchie to do it for him. He can’t even kill himself, trying to get Izzy to do it instead. When he thinks Izzy has committed suicide with the gun he gave him, he says, ‘I loved you, best I could,’ as if any love Ed could give would by its nature not be good enough. 

Ed wakes in s2e3 in the care of his old captain, Hornigold; of course, he’s really in the gravy basket and Hornigold is serving as a Jacob Marley-esque psychopomp. They key to Ed realising that he’s really [Buttons voice] ‘down in the old gravy basket’ is the conversation that concludes his attempts to be Jeff the Innkeeper. Hornigold tells Ed that he’s not good with people - after all, he did strangle his father. Ed reacts first with disbelief then cold fury, saying he never told anyone that; Hornigold reminds him that he told one person and Ed flashes back to telling Stede in the bathtub in s1e6; then Hornigold reminds him that the one person he told left him, and we see Ed crying under his Kraken makeup at the end of s1e10. Later, when Ed (finally, even Calico Jack would have had it sooner) realises that Hornigold represents himself, he says that he’s unloveable. Here’s the crux of it - he believes that he is fundamentally unloveable because he killed his father, because he is the Kraken, the monstrous beast capable of lethal violence. That’s why Stede left, his brain is telling him even as he’s dying. 

Then Stede actually proves him wrong by returning, saving him from death, and telling him that he ‘love[s] everything about [him]’ in rapid succession. Whether or not Ed fully accepts this information, we do see him very quickly, yes, melt back into Stede’s arms. Which brings us to s2e6, and Stede’s killing of Ned Low. 

Quick digression into killing and Stede: Stede accidentally kills a man in s1e1, is haunted by his ghost in s1e2. He’s so haunted by dead Nigel that he spends a lot of s1e2 asking first Oluwande and Jim for advice on being a ‘mur-der-er’, and then asking Black Pete how his former employer, Blackbeard (!!!) handled killing. (How Pete says, ‘When Blackbeard kills man, woman, or child-’ lives in my head at all times, Matt Maher with the line deliveries of all time.) Finally in s1e2, during his court-mandated therapy with the tribal elder, Stede admits that he doesn’t feel bad about killing Nigel - he was a horrible person even when he was a child! Stede's guilt is coming from somewhere else. We see this again in s1e9, when Stede says it is time for him to face the consequences for what he’s done - it might seem like he means for killing Nigel, since that’s why he’s about to face the firing squad, but we know that Stede’s guilt is about abandoning his family (the people he’s hurt!). Similarly, when Stede kills Ned in s2e6, he seems to get over it very quickly. Ned is clearly a bad guy, and although the act of killing him was traumatic for Stede (much like the act of killing Nigel), Stede presumably reconciles it by knowing that he was protecting Ed and his crew (and avenging Calypso’s birthday). Stede as a character is shown to have a tremendous amount of natural resilience. We later see him immolate a guy and dispatch a number of British soldiers without hesitation. Stede is also one of the two main protagonists of the show, and his attitude towards killing seems to reflect the attitude of the show itself - killing colonisers and torturers to protect your loved ones is ok, actually. 

(Side note but I found this idea about how zero tolerance policies actually hurt victims very informative on the topic of why it's ok that Stede killed his childhood bully; I got that link from this very interesting post where several people are in conversation about how Ed is not Izzy's abuser.)

Back to Ed in s2e6. He asks Stede not to kill Ned; when Stede does anyway, Ed is visibly saddened and ignores Izzy telling him to give Stede a moment; instead he goes immediately to check in on Stede in his cabin. He knocks on the door and in that soft voice that he only ever uses with Stede, he starts to say, ‘Hey. You okay? Look, I was a wreck after my first kill as well.’ Then he pauses, before rambling, ‘I mean, well, it was my dad, so there's that,’ which feels like a little moment of self-reflection. Like. Yeah. Ed. Baby. You might be super fucked up about the act of killing because the first guy you killed was your dad, when you were a literal child! Also, Ed has never been to (as far as we know) court-mandated tribal elder therapy, so of course his decision to kill his father fucked Ed up for decades! Also as a very clever friend pointed out, we don’t know anything about what the consequences of that were for Ed - how did his mother react, is that why he ran away to sea, etc.

There's another important thing here that the audience knows, but that Ed has never told Stede (or, we have to assume, anyone) which is that the catalyst for Ed becoming the Kraken to kill his father was abuse. The audience is shown through his panic-attack-induced flashback that Ed's father physically and verbally abused his mother and presumably him too. All Ed has ever said to Stede or anyone about it, as far as we know, was his joke to the crew during scary story hour that his dad was a dick. Stede can probably infer roughly why Ed killed his dad, but he doesn't know the details, and he loves everything about Ed anyway, and now Ed knows that Stede does too. 

So Ed and Stede have sex, and as many metas have pointed out (like this one!), it's so meaningful that Ed feels safe enough to give up his Blackbeard/Kraken identity the very next morning. He attempts to get Stede to see that it might be nice to not be pirates anymore due to the high chance of death but Stede manages to completely misread it and laughs it off. (To be fair to Stede, they're both horrible at communicating and Ed is not saying what he wants in any direct manner.) Ed proceeds to have his big beautiful brain start to spiral out of control as Jackie points out how popular Stede is becoming as a pirate; Ed panics, tells Stede he doesn’t even know who he is, and leaves to become a fisherman before he can get left (again!). 

As Ed rows away from his failed career as a fisherman in s2e8, his boss Pop-Pop (who he has managed to recreate a fucked up father-son dynamic with that like so many things in his show is played for laughs but has pretty dark undertones) yells after him, 'If you were ever good at anything, go and do that, you bum.' Ed rows back into the port of the Republic of Pirates and sees the destruction Prince Ricky has wrought upon the pirate community. Ed's first thought is, Stede, and then he imagines Stede calling for help before straight up murdering two British soldiers. He remembers Pop-Pop's words and says, 'Have it your way,' before diving into the sea, retrieving his leather, putting it on underwater, and emerging from the waves fully dressed. It's fantastically hot and the exact level of drama I expect from this man. The Kraken musical cue is playing as it happens. 

We now see Ed murdering British soldiers in the coolest ways possible, demonstrating his skill at fighting in hand to hand combat. One way to read him taking Pop-Pop's advice is that this is what he's good at - killing and violence. 

But you know what Ed’s even better at? Protecting the people he loves. His mother, himself, and Stede. Each time Ed becomes the Kraken, he fulfils that. He protects his mother from his father, himself from Izzy after being warned that ‘[Edward] better watch his fucking step’, and Stede from the invading colonisers who want to destroy their freedom. But something has changed the third time he does it - this time, he can tell Stede that he loves him and he doesn't mean it as a tainted thing, but something that he knows Stede will treasure. He's both loveable and capable of loving. He always has been, of course, but now he knows it. The Kraken, the part of him that is capable of killing, was always a defence mechanism for Ed, but the third time he understands it and himself enough to know that it doesn’t make him a monster. 

#ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 meta #ofmd meta #edward teach #blackbeard #our flag means death meta #our flag means death

[imaginesbymonika]

“Shame” (Part 2)

A Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader fan fiction

Plot: For the last four years, Y/N and Pedro have been dating in secret. The fear of rejection has turned them into a mystery that could only be encountered in yearning looks on red carpets or hands that are touching one another briefly. However, for the longest time, things have been working out that way just fine. But now Pedro's agency wants him to have a PR relationship with another woman and neither Y/N nor Pedro is sure if their love is going to survive that.

Warnings: angst, sadness, feelings of being broken up with, lying

Part 1

" I don't get it."

She stared at Pedro, while all color drained off her face. This had to be some sick joke. He sighed:" Y/N, I-." "I don't- I don't get it.", she really wanted to say something else, but the words were all stuck in her throat. This was the best she could do without breaking down in tears.

Pedro helplessly glanced at his agent, he had no idea what to do and it was killing him. She cleared her throat and gently lifted her left arm. Sympathy flashed up in her brown eyes:" Y/N, please listen to me. Sit down." "I don't- No, I am not going to sit down!"

Y/N sounded like a wounded animal. Like a deer, that got hit by a car. From the way, her hands were trembling to how her voice quivered. She behaved like an injured animal, and holy shit, she knew that they were going to let her bleed out on the cold pavement.

She lingers in the kitchen, with her eyes focused on the timepiece right above the stove. The small digital green numbers tell her that it is almost midnight, and she brings the cup of tea back up to her lips. Y/N hasn't slept in 45 hours, and it is beginning to affect her. Perhaps the adrenaline is slowly leaving her system, she doesn't know.

"Listen. I know this is hard. But their relationship is only for show! Get people hooked on the show!", the older woman explained, but Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Don't tell me how PR relationships work, fuck you!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Pedro turned his head. His eyes wide open:" Hey! I know that you are angry, but do not talk to Steph like that!"

Y/N licked her lips, before clenching her jaw in astonishment. She had never felt this way about her boyfriend. Up to this point, he had been nothing but sweet and kind to her, Pedro never gave her any reason to be angry with him but oh god… at that moment, she wanted to tear him apart- limp by fucking limp. She stared at him in disbelief, slightly tilting her head:" And why aren't you angry? Why am I the only one in this room who tries to do some- wait, do- do you want this? Do you want to be in that fake relationship?"

Pedro swallowed thickly. He saw it in her eyes. She was hoping for an answer he simply couldn't provide her.

At the sound of the front door opening up, Y/N bites her lip. " I am back.", Pedro announces, and Y/N walks through the unlit corridor into the living area. When their eyes meet, she can't help but smile. Perhaps for the first time in what felt like forever. "There's my best girl.", he speaks softly, almost in a whisper. The exhaustion is radiating off of him, while his hand flies up to gently cup her cheek:" How- How are you doing?"

He is hesitant. He knows how she feels. He can notice the sadness in her eyes before she shuts them. Y/N tilts her head, leaning into his soothing touch:" I am okay.", she replies. Pedro smiles in return:" I'm glad.", he says, knowing that she is in fact lying to him.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal angst #angst #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fic #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro x reader #pedro angst #x reader #pedro x you #pedro pascal x you #imagine #x you #spotify #pedro pascal fluff #Spotify

[jaslan4f1]

Hiiiiiii! I would love to request a secret relationship with carlos and maybe reader just gets tired and start distancing because it feels like he’s hiding her since he hasn’t introduced her to his family or friends yet but he’s just a private person. I hope that makes sense

Wanna be yours C.S

Warnings: angst, fluff

Notes: english is not my native language so this may contain consistency errors, i would really appreciate the corrections but please, be kind. feedback is also appreciated ♡

You laid in your bed thoughts keeping you awake. „Why isn’t he texting me back. He probably doesn’t miss me. Of course he doesn’t, it was all one-sided from the begging“ you said to yourself. You stood up and walked to your kitchen to grab a cup of water to refresh your brain. „He hasn’t even told me anything about his friends or his family. Fuck I haven’t even meet them and we have been „dating“ for 5 month now.“ You sat on the kitchen counter tears rolled down your cheeks. You stood up and looked in your mirror. „Gosh Y/n you’re pathetic. Like a dumb child. He clearly doesn’t love you back and just wants your body.“ „I can’t do that, I’m indented, successful and I know my worth.“, the moment you went into your bedroom your phone began to play that special ringtone you had saved for Carlos. „No! I will not pick up his call. I won't buckle again. He should taste his own medicine!“ You looked at your now black phone. „Please call me again and I know you love me“ you whispered with closed eyes. You waited. Nothing. Nothing was he being serious? You cried yourself to sleep that night and the night after that night. He hasn’t called you or texted you. You haven’t reach out too. It hurts like hell for you. How could he ignore you for that long. Okay maybe 1 week wasn’t that long but it was the longest period of time without texting, calling or meeting each other. You woke up with not surprising puffy eyes. You were snapped out of your thoughts by a loud knock. You stood up and open your door. „Mierda can you pleas tell me what all this is supposed to be about?“ he sounded angry no desperate. Was he missing you? You looked at him with big eyes, not knowing what to say. „Carlos…I…I just can’t keep doing this okay?“ He looked at you surprised. „You can’t keep doing what? Us? You want to break up I thought you loved me y/n! Was that all a lie, huh?“ You looked at him with teary eyes. „No Carlos I love you I alway have and I always will. I just wanna be yours.“ He looked at you confused. „What do mean you wanna be mine? You are already mine Y/n“ „No I am not! You know everything about me. My friends, my family, my apartment, my hobbies, what I hate and love about my body, what my favourite colour is and so on.“

„You never tell me anything I don’t know any of your friends, family… gosh Carlos you are you are a total stranger to me.“ You cried out finally speaking what was on your tongue for months. „Y/n…“, „No don’t Y/n me. I’m mentally exhausted and I can’t keep living like this. Carlos I understand that your scared of announcing anything to the pubic but I can’t be the woman on the side that you fuck whenever you want…I can’t be that person for you“ you snapped back. „You are so much more than just a girl I fuck and we both know that“ he said determined. „Then what am I Carlos, please tell me“ you said with your weak voice. „You are the one for me, the only woman I have ever wanted. You are my very personal drug, when I’m without you I can’t breath and I swear if you break up with me I would kill every guy that dares to touch you because you are the most important person that I have ever known. I want you all to myself. I’m scared about you when I’m not with you. Meeting my family would mean I would show you my most private side of me and then you would leave me at the latest.“ he spoke fastly. „Carlos being a private person means not that I will leave you. I just wanna be a part of your life. I hate not knowing anything about you or what you were as a child. I’m tiered of that one-sided love. If we want to work this out you have to open up to me and trust me because I will not hurt you in any way.“ He looked at you with tears in his eyes. „Cariño, I will do anything for you if it means I can be with you but I don’t wanna pop our private bubble just yet.“ And with that he approached you. „Can I kiss you Y/n?“ He said and looked into your eyes. „Sí Carlito“ with your last words his lips crashed o yours and turned into a kiss full of passion and desire. „I will call my Madre and tell her that she will finally meet my beautiful girlfriend.“ You broke the kiss. „Wait your mom knows about me?“ You said confused. „Yes sure I tell my mother everything…Ay stop hitting me“ he said after you hit his arm. „Carlos are you being serious I could have meet your family before if you just opened up.“ „I know and I apologise baby, it won’t happen again I swear.“ He gave you his pinky. „Okay I trust you but don’t lie to me ever again ok“ you said with a harsh voice. He nod and kissed your nose. Finally you would be his and eventually you would become public to the entire world.

a/n; I hope you this oneshot. If you have ideas for stories lease share them with me. 😇

#f1 x reader #carlos sainz jr imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz angst #carlos sainz fluff

[scarfacemarston]

same thing of how ppl are so cringy about Arthur being a soft bany who picks flowers and journals and someone fucking says his rough personality is an act? THE FUCK YOU MEAN IT'S AN ACT, HE'S AN FUCKING KILLER 😭 Not only that, you can pick flowers as John in rdr1 and rdr2 too i fucking don't get them lmao there is literally a side mission in rdr1 to pick flowers for some dude

plus, they always praise Arthur for being an gentleman or something but ignores how John is so too. Him literally saving a barn for a woman, being so loyal and devoted to his wife, in an mission in rdr undead nightmare he comforted a woman who had a bad panic attack (hugging her, giving her a chair and shit), defended Eva in rdr1 as well. He always tried to help and did, people ignore this shit. Even good things he does, Arthur gets the credit for everything.

Arthur fans are exhausting most of the times, i'm sorry.

ALL of the gang members are killers and thieves. That's one of the points that the game tries to show us. That's why it's shocking when someone as hilarious and down to Earth as Sean jokes around with someone one second and then brutally murders them the next. It's why Hosea is dangerous, too. That's why there are questions about redemption to begin with. The rough personality is not an act. Why would Hosea and Dutch both call him a brute so often? Why would they repeatedly ask him to slow down or act like a gentleman -something Grimshaw also encourages. That's all three parental figures. If Arthur was perfectly soft and gentle, he wouldn't need these reminders from his 'parents'. That's why it's charming when Arthur IS soft because it's two sides to the same coin. It's complexity and hidden depths and that's beautiful! That's what I like to see in characters! Arthur is the enforcer of the gang for a reason. He's somewhat the boogie man because of how intimidating he is and how he is NOT afraid to rough people up. Was it an act to rough up Mr. Downes? Was it an act to rough up any of the people Strauss sends him after? If Arthur didn't have any problems, why would he need redemption? Arthur himself admits that he had some issues and that he actively wants to change. Again, that's the point of the game. Same with John, if he was perfect, there would be no need for redemption there either. As for the flowers, yes. John even says, "Come here, you little beauty" or something similar to that. Yes,you're totally right about picking flowers for someone's wife being a mission. John is such a gentleman in rdr 1, that Bonnie thinks it's an act because she's not used to men being so genteel, especially a man like John Marston. She says it adds to his mystery. Both men are gentlemen. I'm not sure why that's hard for people to see.

I love Arthur, I do, but I agree that some of his fans make it hard not to feels sour towards Arthur. (Who did nothing wrong.)

#rdr 2 #john marston #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #van der linde gang #dutch van der linde #red dead redemption #hosea matthews #sean macguire

[pedropascalsx]

Appreciation. {Dave York x F! Nanny.}

Summary: You decide to take matters in to your own hands, and show the exhausted man of the house just how much you appreciate everything he does.

Warnings: Arguing between spouses, Infidelity, Oral sex (M receving) and a brief mention of female masturbation. Please don’t read if cheating triggers you or if it’s not your kind of thing!

Word count: 1.6k.

Chapter: 1 of? 

Part of an ongoing series of mini-shots!

A/N: thank you to @djarinispunkk​ for beta-reading. And thank you to my incredible pals who encourage my filthy thoughts - I hope you enjoy.

You heard them from the moment the car door swung open; he was shushing her whilst she was halfway through an expletive-filled rant, each and every one of her words dripping with venom and disdain. He’d taken her to a restaurant, no doubt footed the bill for not only them, but the couple she had arranged for them to meet up with, but as usual, it was never enough.

 The gorgeous house they lived in, the brand new Mercedes she drove, without ever having to worry about how much it would cost to fill the tank, and the designer clothes she drenched herself in just to visit the grocery store; it was just never enough.

 You hastily attempted to start packing away the highlighters and pens littering the table you were sitting at, but it was too late; she came bursting through the door ranting about some vacation the woman they went to dinner with was bragging about and how unfair it was that her vacations revolved around the sweet girls you had been hired to babysit.

 It wasn’t true of course. Dave had paid for a 5 day trip to Disney World, and she’d spent the ENTIRE trip on a sun lounger whilst you and Dave took the girls into the parks. You’d even spent a day with just the girls in Animal Kingdom so they could have some time alone together, but once you’d got back to the hotel, Dave was on his own in the suite, looking more stressed than ever, and she was taking whatever argument they had out on his credit card.

 “I just don’t understand why letting the girls stay here for a few weeks with my mom and the nanny would be so bad, David. Loretta told me that the hotel had a spa and a shopping outlet and the hotel has a strict no kids allowed policy. Hell, it may even encourage you to get back to the gym if we have something to look forward to.”

 You sunk down awkwardly into your chair, not knowing if they were aware of your presence in the room as Dave attempted to reason with her, explaining that the weeks he spends away from his kids for work are hell and he doesn’t understand why she doesn’t realize that he doesn’t want to miss a second from them when he doesn’t need to. But instead of any indication that she cared, all he got back in response was some cruel jabs and a harsh scoff before she grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass from the cabinet before hurrying up the stairs and slamming the door.

 The gasp you unintentionally let slip through your lips had Dave whipping his head around towards your direction and exhaling. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair as you both waited in anticipation to see if the girls had been woken by her lack of decorum.

 Thankfully not.

 *

You both said nothing; you went back to finishing the logo you’d been working on for your graphic designs class, and he switched on a random movie, sitting rigidly on the couch as the stress continued to gather on his face.

 His face. Fuck. He was attractive. You’d been taken aback the first time you’d met him; he sat awkwardly next to Carol as she interviewed you for the live-in Nanny position they’d be advertising. He barely spoke a word but you felt those dark eyes burrowing under your skin as he kept an eye on you throughout. It was like he was searching beyond the answers you were giving him, and he studied you with such an intensity it made you shiver.

 You’d not been able to think of anything but the way he looked at you since, imagining the way he’d watch you as he sunk his cock in and out of your dripping wet cunt, imagining the way he’d make you lock eyes with him as he choked you with his cock. Fuck. You wanted to take care of him. Fuck, you NEEDED to take care of him.

 You watched him for a few more minutes, the way his eyes were pointed towards the television but clearly not focusing on the scenes that played out in front of them. You found yourself clenching your thighs together as the urge to make him feel good grew stronger and stronger until you couldn’t take it anymore. You closed down the programs on your laptop and switched off the machine before closing the top down.

 *

You stood on shaky legs, and he turned his head to see what you were doing; your eyes locked with his as you pulled the hair tie off your wrist and scraped your hair back into a ponytail. His eyes moved down to the dip in your sundress that accentuated your perky breasts, his tongue slipping between his lips to wet the bottom one.

 Without a word, you walked around to the front of the couch, standing in front of him for a few brief moments before sinking to your knees. You looked up at up him searching for a signal that said go ahead, and with a brief roll of his hips and his hand coming down to palm himself through his pants, you got it.

 You gently removed his hand and replaced it with yours, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as your hands started to explore. The heel of your palm gently pressed down on his clothed cock before your fingers wrapped around the girth of him. Fuck. He was big. Bigger than anything you’d ever seen or taken before, and the thoughts flashing through your mind had you clenching around nothing as his eyes met yours just as a soft moan slipped through your lips.

 Without a second’s hesitation, your hands moved up to his belt and you hastily started to remove it. Dave lifted his hips up just enough for you to start pulling his pants down, and tenting in his boxers was enough to make you gasp, your eyes flickering to the small wet patch where the head of his rock hard cock was concealed.

 You couldn’t help yourself, the overwhelming urge to tease him had grown stronger and you dipped your head down and let your tongue slowly drag against the damp spot, tasting the dribbles of pre-cum that had seeped through his boxers. The snarl that he breathed out was filthy; a wordless warning that screamed for you to stop teasing him and to finish what you had initiated.

 You slowly dipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and peeled them down, watching as his cock sprung free and hung heavily between his legs.

 You gripped the bottom of his cock with one hand, before shimmying forward and licking softly at the tip, letting your tongue dip into the opening and gathering the pre-cum on on the tip of your tongue, your other hand digging into the meat of his thigh.

 Inch by inch, you started to take him into your mouth, the stretch almost too much but somehow not enough. The weight of him on your tongue, paired with the way he was staring at you made you want to slip your fingers into your panties and play with your painfully neglected clit, but you didn’t. This was all about him, and showing him how appreciated he really is. So instead, you focused on taking him deeper and hollowing your cheeks before bobbing up and down, taking extra care in swallowing around him and breathing out of your nose, as not to make too much noise.

 You could feel him throb with pleasure, and you moaned around him when you felt him thread his fingers in your hair, slowly dragging them across the bow you’d been wearing all day, before his fingers gripped your ponytail.

 Dave gently started pulling on your hair as he began rolling his hips, fucking his cock up into your mouth and rewarding you every so often with a groan or pleasured grunt.

 You felt as his movements became less precise, more sloppy, and how his dick started throbbing more and more. You slowly lifted off of him, a string of spit and pre-cum keeping your lips connected to his cock as you silently mouthed the word, ‘Where?’

 Your answer came in the form of a wordless reply involving him furiously pumping his own fist up and down his length before spilling his load across your face, your lips parting to catch drops of his milky pleasure; so you could taste him properly. You kept your eyes as wide open as you possibly could, watching as he emptied himself of every last drop.

 You stayed there for a few minutes, keeping as silent and as still as you possibly could before you moved your fingertips across your face, gathering up and dragging every last drop to your mouth and relishing the way his face seemed to relax more and more as you ate his cum off your sweet little face.

 Once you were all finished and satisfied that you’d gathered up every last bit, you gently tucked him back inside his boxers before pulling yourself up off the ground and lowering your mouth to his ear.

 “Thank you for always taking such good care of us all, Mr. York. I hope I returned the favour.”

 You flashed him your sweetest smile, before bouncing up the stairs towards your room and shutting the door behind yourself.

 You didn’t see it, he wouldn’t have let you see it, but for the first time in what had felt like weeks a genuine smile spread across Dave York’s face, and he had a feeling his home life was about to get quite a lot more interesting.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #dave york #david york #the equalizer 2 #equalizer 2 #dave york fanfic #dave york fic #dave york smut #dave york x female reader #dave york x reader #dave york x f!reader #dave york x you #dave york x ofc #my fanfic #my fics #i can't remember the tag for my fanfiction tag so hence why i use so many i am sorr #my fanfiction

[mylovley]

~Your First Time~ Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Warnings: Smut

(sorry if the bakugou content is getting boring ive just been hyper fixated on him since 2017 im sorry. I will come out with different content soon I promise)

-your first time was definatly in UA

You and katsuki had been dating for a few months now, and you never realized how bad you wanted him sexually until, last night when his grey sweatpants enhanced his bulge even while he wasn't even hard

you couldnt stop thinking about the way he looked in that black tank top and grey sweatpants. Hair wet from the nights shower, defined muscles glistening with what little light shown in his room. You were hungry, and so was he.

The whole day he was all you thought about. Which wasn't uncommon, but this time was different. You groan as you sit in your last class of the day, back at 1-A.

you had been so in thought, you didn't notice the pink and brunette haired girls beside you.

"Umm earth to Y/N? Are you even listening?" Mina questions, shaking her hand in your face.

"Huh?" you snap out of your trance to face the girls at your side.

"You've been like, staring at bakugou for a hot mf minute." she replys

"Is something up?" Sweet uraraka asks.

"No no im fine!" You lie, pink spreading on your cheeks. You hope no one notices, but mina does.

"Oooooo is our little y/n thinking dirty thoughts-" You shove the pink haired girl down in her seat just in time for Mr. Aisawa to walk in the room. Uraraka following behind.

Mina eyes you suspiciously while you stick out your tongue, then face the board.

Today's training was rough. Like, REALLY rough. You were exhausted, but all you could think about was bakugou.

You walk in the dorms, kicking off your shoes and sliding on your slippers. You were 'home alone' of sorts, so you were excited to get some peace. The others invited you to go with them but you politely declined, explaining that you just wanted to go home. Which they respected.

After your long shower, you slip in your pjs (only being a oversized t bakugou "lent" you) (you totally did not steal it) with a lacey pair of underwear. It smelled just like him. His colone and natural musk mix together filling your scenes as you walk out of the shared woman's shower room, walking to the kitchen, passing by the living room as you do.

You make it to the kitchen, grabbing some stuff for a simple sandwich, you lay them on the counter and begin to work when you hear a "The fuck?" You jump, turning around to see your hot headed boyfriend fresh from a shower of his own, sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing his v-line. His same black tank top riding up, showing not only his arm and shoulder muscles, but his abs aswell.

"Um, I thought I was alone." Katsuki stares at your barely covered form. Is that... lust behind his eyes?

when he doesn't answer, you get nervous. "Katsu-" your muffled attempts wear down as katsuki pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss. Your arms slowly trail up his toned chest and around his neck.

his hands run down your waist, squeezing at your hips, before sliding down to your ass giving a firm squeeze. Earning a whimper from you.

He smirks against your lips as he hoists you up, you wrapping your legs around him for support. The kiss deepens, tongues fighting for dominance (He's wining). As he sits you on the counter bodies pressed together, eachothers scents and saliva intertwining as his hands explore your body, grabbing on to whats his. Little grunts and moans coming from the both of you.

He finally pulls away, lips red and bruised. Ruby red eyes half lidded. "My room." you nod in excitment. He re-connects your lips with a soft groan as you pull on his hair, hoisting you up once again as he scuffles to his room.

Once in the blonds room, he throws you on the bed. You squeek, but land softly. Bakugou slowly walks up to you, red LED's illuminating his beauty. Lust fills his eyes as he looks down at your small form. Wicked smirk forming as he spots the effect he has on you.

He pulls you by your ankles to the end of the bed. Crawling in between your legs, leaving hot kisses and dark hickeys all down your neck. He tugs on your shirt asking for permission to take it off, you nod, as he lifts the shirt over your head. Revealing your lacy bra and matching panties. He groans, attempting to hold himself back. You sit up tugging his shirt off, defined muscles only enhancing with the red lighting. Chest now bare. He dips back between your legs leaving heated kisses and hickeys behind wherever he goes. Earning sweet moans from you when he hits your special spots. It only makes his dick harder. He slips off your bra with ease, you hissing in response, but quick to swallow a moan when he sucks on one, big hands massaging the other. You were drowning in pleasure when you hear the door downstairs open, followed by loud laughs and hollers.

You gasp, and go to get up when katsuki pushes you down. With a deadly look he says "Did i say you could get up?"

"B-but what if they hear us-"

"Then be quiet princess." he hums in a low growl, pinning your down then moving to your bottom half. He leaves slow, hot, kisses and love bites all throughout your inner thighs, hand caressing the other sides. His sharp canines showing as he does. He slowly makes it to your woman hood, hot breath breathing over your heat for a second, before bringing his fingers up to the now soaked lace, rubbing in small circles

You moan sweetly as his fingers play with your needy clit.

He places a single kiss on your hood before he rips your panties off earning a gasp from you. "Hey those were my favorti!- Ahhh" you moan as he swiftly laps up your wetness, red eyes looking up at you half lidded from between your legs. One of his arms reaches to cup your breast and the other squeezes your outer thigh. "I'll by you new ones." he whispers quickly, focused on pleasing you right now. The pleasure is numbing, but it only gets better when he inserts two fingers in your tight cunt, finding your sweat spot and hitting it every time, curling his fingers. Every time he makes you moan he makes a mental note of what it was for later.

He continues this until you cant handle it anymore, hotness building up in your core. "Kats- Im gonna-" he only goes faster lapping up your heat like its his last meal, curling and working his fingers only faster as you reach your climax. You loudly moan, back arching, as your brain goes fuzzy from the mind-blowing head you just got. He smirks, your slick covers his face as he laps up and swallows every bit of your cum. He stands up and your weary eyes immediately jump to his bulge, just aching for you. You manage to sit up telling him to sit on the bed, back against the headboard. Once he does you climb over, ass in air as you pull down his pants. Fisting his crotch you realize just how hard he is for you. He moans then hisses once you eagerly pull down his boxers. His thick, long, cock slaps against his stomach. Angry tip practically drenched in precum. You moan as you take his length in your hand one at the base and one fondling his balls. You take him in, and with what you cant reach with your mouth, you reach with your hand.

His head falls back as he moans from the pleasure.

"just like that pretty girl, just like tha-" he gasps as you squeeze and suck a little harder.

he moans "Oh your so good for me, so so good" his eyes roll back and he squeezes the sheats. But before he climaxes he pushes you off, rolling your on your back, he sits up on his knees as he picks up your legs, tossing them over his shoulders as he alines himself with you, eager to be inside. His lustful eyes look at you for approval which you immideatly give him. He waists no time as he slowly enters you filling you up, inch by inch.

"Oh god" you hold back a moan as the most beautiful sounds come out of the blond. He lets you adjust, but loses control as he slams himself into you. This turns into the pounding of your life. The bed creaks and shakes as he thrusts his strong hips into you hitting your spot. He slowly lays himself down by your ear leaving bites as his moans fill your ears. Still thrusting blissfully as ever. You feel your climax coming and so does he, once he feels your walls clamp down he pounds faster and harder bullying that spongy spot, one hand on the headboard as the other rubs your sensitive clit in messy, needy circles. "come for me." his voice comes out needy but rough. That's all you needed. As he rubs faster your back arches in a mind-blowing orgasm, your mouth forms into a pretty '0' Bakugou reaches his climax too as you hears his moans followed by sloppy thrusts in your now aching cunt. His load spills in you like small explosions. You both ride out your high until he collapses beside you. Covering you both and turning the lights off.

You cuddle in his chest, exhausted from the night you just had. "So, come here often?" you joke as he huffs arms wrapping tighter around you, face nuzzling in your neck "Shut up dumbass" he says with a kiss.

That was only your first time. It only get better each time.

Oh, and EVERYONE heard. You will never live it down.

SORRY IF THIS SUCKED THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER IM JUST SUPER TIERED RN.

#bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #katsuki #kacchan #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #mha #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bakugou smut #bnha smut #female reader #hot as fuck #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fanfiction #boko no hero academia

[sawixii]

i do one more. for myself

content: super macho man, mr. sandman, bear hugger, great tiger, don flamenco, aran ryan

super macho man the world's most ambiguous bisexual. he is aware what a big part of his fanbase is gay people esp those who find him hot as fuck and he loves them. he's so jennifer coolidge thanking all the evil gays when he was named #1 at the title in the world

he enjoys whenever anyone tries to "secretly" or flat out ask him what his sexuality is because he takes the time to make fun of them. "i heard you perform for the many gay men in your audience-" "i do." (refusing to break eye contact until they move on)

he also loves going as rocky from the titular horror picture show for halloween. or anytime he already dresses like him on a regular basis

he has serious face blindness and due to this he unintentionally got himself into a situationship with disco kid (one sided. disco doesn't care what they are) and has multiple* girlfriends from spain

(* it's one woman and you'll never guess who. she's hitting him with the fujiko mine maneuvers)

they really ramped up the comparisons between mr sandman and mike tyson in wii but since he was his own character way before that, i'd like to believe sandman knows nothing abt him outside of cultural osmosis. he just wanted a cool alternative haircut that wouldn't expose just how emo he really is

he's the youngest of three kids. oldest is santino middle is shireen and sandy's real name is samar. yes god patterns

(btw what made me hc samar is bc in sanskrit it can mean success after hard work. that's him i know him)

he only goes to his sister for his haircuts because she's a booked and busy hairstylist and that's pretty much all thanks to sandy. growing up she took issue with how black hair was such an afterthought in hair styling so every chance she got she sat sandy down and tested her designs on him (and if it looked good she applied the same methods to her own hair)

the rest of his family tree is a little convoluted though. his parents divorced when he was nine, and shortly after his brother santino emancipated himself and then won the lottery at 16?? so at that point sandy and shireen were dividing their time between three homes

his sister was kind of the only person who was a constant source of stability after that. like don't get him wrong his parents absolutely adored them but their dad put a lottt of emphasis on putting in hard work to become the greatest while their mom lives by the rules of self care and knowing your limits. spending time with their parents took a lot out of them and they would have gone insane without each other

unfortunately sandy didn't come out of being raised like that. unscathed. he heavily compartmentalizes his own emotions into the "boxing him" (feels no emotion, strong, unbeatable) and the "other him" (everything else, i.e. weak). that need to be the best is why his weakness is exhausting himself

yeah sandman's the best. at first he enjoyed the performance of it all, and especially how proud he was making his family. he's still an expert on making the media work for him but for the first time in his life he's starting to get more out of what he does for himself

sandman and joe are real close nowadays. it's interesting to understand basically your polar opposite so deeply and all that but joe brings out sandman's genuine laugh like no one else

(who framed roger rabbit moment. "what do you see in that guy anyway" "he makes me laugh.")

every time bear hugger tastes something good in a restaurant he shouts out "THIS is de-LICIOUS! whoever made this should be VERY PROUD! (pointing at the waiter) THANK YOU FOR BRINGING ME THIS" and tips a small fortune

yes he did do this multiple times at a high dining restaurant and was solemnly asked to leave. he was laughing about it though bc all the snooty foodies hated it. the chef sent him an invitation for two seats in a private dinner because he was so charming. bear brought along hondo because "you know about food eh"

great tiger was pretty shy and antisocial as a bab especially due to his parent's fame. (his mom was an actor n his dad of course is a magician) to help him get over that his mom often brought him on set to her acting gigs and his dad let him watch his shows offstage. he learned that everyone would awww and be more friendly if he acted a little shy first

he had a system. come in holding mom/dad's hand. mom/dad introduces me and tell me to say hi. i act like i'm about to speak UNTIL i hide my face behind mom/dad's leg. everyone smiles. shout hello and smile big. everyone now loves me

actually his first movie role was with his mum at three years old. it was nearly 3 am and he was sound asleep waiting to go home. there was only one more scene to film; a flashback where the main actor came home to see his wife (played by mumma tiger) tucking their child into bed. in order to wrap filming, tiger's mom suggested using great tiger since he was sound asleep already. he semi woke up in bed being kissed on the forehead, and assuming he was back home, mumbled "baba" and hugged the actor. that went into the final movie

he was the world's cutest kid and his parents smothered him in love. they're still very close although mumma tiger is always prepared with embarassing baby pictures and purposefully ruining his untouchable facade

the first time great tiger used magic he had no idea it was impossible. tiger got into a tiff with his father and he got so mad when he was told to get in the corner he stomped up the kitchen wall and nestled himself in the ceiling corner glaring. his dad was so shocked that he just went silent

(and then great tiger nearly passed out from magical exertion and his dad had to dive across the room to catch him)

tiger is very much a professional. no one has ever been in the same room with him before he was 100% ready and flawless either for public outings or for the ring

you know how i mentioned smm's spanish girlfriend. well

don doesn't really encourage carmen's "money making schemes" but he loves her anyway. i mean god forbid women do anything

he did show up undercover in a really big hat and sunglasses to try and tell carmen to ease up but macho said i'm gonna do what's called a pro bisexual move

now don is involved in the smm polycule. he tried not to be because he felt bad that super macho man didn't recognize him but he will not lie he enjoys having lunch with smm once carmen goes back home. plus he enjoys fighting over who pays the bill

he calls his disguise self juan ricardo. and juan can sit on a 200 pound weight and be benchpressed if he wants to

aran ryan watches every movie. doesn't matter what it is who it's intended for or how many times he's watched it he is in that theater. he does shout at it though so for everyone's safety his home cinema gets the most milage

his favorite genre is science fiction. mostly because a good number of them are reeeeeal bad but also because he wrote copious amounts of space exploration stories as a kid

he has reaaaaaaaally strong emotions about the movies he likes and even the ones he really hates. if someone gets the reason why it's good or bad wrong (in his head) he would like to hit them with a hammer

he made a knockoff of calvin and hobbes's "spaceman spiff" for his middle school newspaper called Geordie v. The Galaxy where the first man in space keeps accidentally insulting every alien and getting chased off the planet but he can't stop traveling because Earth banished him for being annoying. there were absolutely no reasons why the character had that backstory. (/lie)

his sister calls him irn bru. she is the only one who can because otherwise he will grip you by the shoulder and explain to you calmly but unmistakably threateningly how you really ought to reevaluate your mindset on the people of ireland because either you are ignorant or actively choosing to be an ignorant asshole in order to make stale jokes.

unless you are irish then he just snorts and claps you on the back

#good night tri state area #punch out #punch out headcanons #super macho man #mr. sandman #bear hugger #great tiger #don flamenco #aran ryan #see you in the movies

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Unconditionally: Joel Miller x OC { Part 1/10 }

Summary: Lucy loves Joel Miller unconditionally. A cross country trip to escort an immune, bad mouthed teenager to safety might just prove it.

CWs: canon typical violence / unsafe sex / age gap / language / spoilers (if anyone cares) / canon divergence / mentions of attempted sexual assault / themes of previous suicidal tendencies

Note: this work is intended for adult audiences only. It is not strictly canon compliant, and was originally posted to A03 when I first ventured into the fandom.

Unconditionally. Part One of Thirteen.

Joel doesn’t want to stay the night, not really. It feels too much like invading the peace, too much like an intrusion, even though Bill and Frank are dead. Maybe that’s precisely why it feels that way.

It feels too much like an intrusion, and he’s lost enough, as of late. He didn’t much like Bill, and he’s certain that feeling was mutual. Grudgingly, he admits he didn’t mind Frank so much. He was hard to dislike, even by someone as prickly as Joel. He can’t afford to get caught up in thinking on it, not too heavily. Even with Tess gone… he has two travelling companions still relying on him. One more than the other, he supposed, on account of Ellie being a goddamn kid. Lucy, not so much. The younger woman he met by chance in the QZ isn’t bad with a weapon, and she’s good at being stealthy. All good traits in a smuggler. He never wanted a fucking apprentice, or whatever the hell she started as, but when she found out he was leaving the QZ, she’d pretty much invited herself along to “watch his dumb ass”. He hadn’t exactly argued.

As requested in the letter, he doesn’t go into the bedroom. What he does do, before he showers, is take inventory of the gas canisters, the truck, the supplies in the garage. Only once he has an idea of what they’re working with, does he relent to Ellie’s nagging and hit the shower.

For a kid, she’s persistent.

It’s not his ideal scenario, to crash for the night in the bunker Bill installed beneath his house long before the infection ever started, but it soon becomes clear to him that it’s the scenario he gets.

Ellie’s rubbing her eyes, clearly exhausted but making a show of pretending she isn’t; even the hype of the handgun she pocketed earlier can’t fight off fatigue. Joel doesn’t know about the weapon, nor does Lucy, and in Ellie’s eyes, the adults guarding her don’t need to know. Not yet anyway.

Lucy doesn’t look much better; there’s only so far you can go on caffeine pills and pure adrenaline, and Joel fully expects her to crash at any moment. She’s currently examining the wall of guns along the far side of the bunker, occasionally pausing to check the security cameras.

“We may as well stay here for the night.” Joel offers, because he knows Lucy wants to ask, but won’t, and he’d rather she was sharp for the journey ahead.

“You sure?” She’s not questioning him, more making certain; she knows he’s not a huge fan of staying in one place for too long. Even though the compound is protected, it still feels too exposed. Too risky.

“May as well. We can get some sleep, load up the truck and be out of here by dawn.” He’s already taking a mental inventory of everything they’ll be taking with them.

“Right.” Lucy turns her attention back to the wall of guns, running her fingers over a few, occasionally taking one down to test the weight of it, to see how fast it reloads and cocks.

Ellie, meanwhile, busies herself opening a cardboard box stamped: US ARMY MRE RATION.

“Is this food?” She turns a vacuum sealed bag over in her hands, squinting at it.

Lucy looks over her shoulder, a rifle in her hands.

“Oh, yeah. That’s old shit, but it’ll survive anything. Whatcha got there?”

“Chilli.” Ellie reads the print on the package, “and something called a snack cake? The fuck is a snack cake?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. Probably an old Twinkie.” Lucy puts the rifle back and selects another, weighing it in her hands, checking the ammunition capacity. Satisfied, she raids the ammunition cabinet nearby then sets about repacking her backpack.

“It’s safe to eat, if that’s what you mean.” Joel reaches past Ellie to snag his own freeze dried food, unsealing the package to inspect the contents.

It’s not the best meal they’ve ever eaten, but it’s decidedly better than some of the worst, and certainly enough that each of the trio made room in their backpacks for a few of the rations. Better to have ancient, somewhat tasteless food, than no food at all.

“So we’re sleeping down here?” Ellie surveys the bunker in mild amusement. They’re all aware there’s a spare room upstairs and a couch, but it feels too exposed, and too much like squatting.

“May as well. You take the cot, Ellie.” Lucy nods to the camping cot tucked away against the wall, under a rolled sleeping mat and a small stack of blankets.

“Not gonna complain.” The teen shrugs, helps move the sleeping mat and most of the blankets off the cot, then drops herself down onto the surface, pausing only to take off her new hoodie.

Joel keeps his eyes on the security cameras as Lucy unrolls the sleeping mat; it’s relatively large, they can probably both squash onto it and have enough room, and a blanket each.

“Tonight only.” He warns both woman and girl, “don’t get comfortable.”

Lucy sticks her tongue out at him. She wants to argue with him, make a smartass comment about it being impossible to get comfortable on a thin ass sleeping mat in a bunker, but she knows the road ahead is likely to be unpleasant, far more uncomfortable than the current situation.

Joel rolls his eyes, watches as she unlaces her boots and leaves them to the side of the sleeping mat; if they were anywhere else, he knows that she wouldn’t have taken her shoes off at all. But if they’re compromised in the night? Best thing they can do is wait it out in the bunker. He’s not going to begrudge her taking off her shoes, not when he plans on doing the same.

He glances over to the cot, where Ellie’s already out like a light. He has to hand it to the kid, her ability to sleep wherever the fuck they land is somewhat impressive.

Another glance, to Lucy this time, then he returns to the security feed.

“We can swap out watching the monitors, if you wanna be sure.” Lucy unfolds a thin, itchy blanket, then another. Sighs. Wool isn’t what it used to be.

“Honestly there ain’t much point, but. I’m not the type to be a sitting duck. Not that we’ve got much choice.” Joel frowns, surveys the makeshift double bed Lucy’s put together. “I can sleep in the chair.”

“At your age?” Lucy’s mouth turns up into a smirk, the way it always does when she’s teasing. He can hear it in her voice, even when she turns away from him so she can crawl under the blanket, nose wrinkled with distaste at the fabric.

“Rude.” Joel replies without rancor; honestly, the chair looks uncomfortable as hell, more so than the camping mat, itchy blankets or no.

“Don’t argue with me,” Lucy says in response, “there’s room. Besides, these blankets fucking suck. We’ll freeze down here without each other.”

Her tone is playful, makes it clear she’s just messing with him. Sighing, he takes off his own shoes, leaves them on his side of the ‘bed’, then sets his handgun down beside them, within reach. He notices she’s done the same thing, has her pistol within reach, just in case. Her new rifle isn’t far off, either. He wants to think he’s taught her well, but honestly, Lucy was a survivor before he met her.

Joel turns out the fluorescent overhead lights, leaving the bunker illuminated only by a camping lantern next to the ‘bed’ and the security feed monitors.

He strips off his coat, folding it into a makeshift pillow, then slides under the blankets, immediately feeling the slight itch of old fabric mixed with the chill of the night coming.

“These blankets do suck.” He comments as he turns onto his side, facing her. He can look over her shoulder or prop himself up to check the monitors every now and then. He doesn’t think they’ll be disturbed, not really, not down here. It’s probably the only secure night of sleep they’ll get until they’re back in the QZ, or something similar.

“Told you.” Lucy huddles under them nonetheless; he supposes it is somewhat cold down here, and it’ll only get colder during the night. That, and she gave the best blanket to the kid. Of course she did.

He looks over her shoulder to check the monitors one last time before he turns his attention back to her; she’s trying not to shiver, even in the long pants - jeans - and shirt she’s wearing.

“Fuck sake, c’mere before you wake the kid with your chattering teeth.” Again, there’s no heat in his words as he opens his arms to her. Anyone else, it might feel weird or uncomfortable, but Lucy is just…. Lucy.

She doesn’t even hesitate, even though she might have normally done so. She’s too damn cold to care, and fully aware it’ll be a long night if they don’t warm up soon.

When she’s right against him, Joel pulls the two blankets over the pair of them, adding an extra layer to her before wrapping his arms around her, rubbing his hands up her back to generate heat.

“How are you always a goddamn furnace?” It comes out muffled, on account of her face being buried in the crook of his shoulder, cheek resting on his collarbone.

“Luck of the draw.”

“Very funny.”

He can feel the curve of her smile against his neck, though, so he knows he hasn’t actually annoyed her with his sarcasm.

“Warming up?” He doesn’t want to push her away, not really. They’ve shared a bed - or a makeshift one - plenty of times, when the situation has called for it. There’s never been anything strange about it, not really, and if there’s an unspoken tension? Well, that’s not his problem. Or so he tells himself.

“Little bit.” Her lips graze his throat when she speaks, but she’s not so tense now; clearly she’s warming up, feeling more at ease than she was before.

“Good. Can’t have you come all this way just to lose you to frostbite.”

“I don’t think it’s cold en- oh.” She huffs, realising too late he was making another joke, albeit in that dry way of his.

A low chuckle escapes his throat, not laughing at her; at least, not in a mocking way, more just amused by her embarrassment and the little huff she made.

“Just tell me if you’re still cold.”

“A little,” she admits, “but I’ll take being a little cold as a fair trade for a single night of sleeping in relative comfort and safety.”

She said relative, so he doesn’t argue with her, just keeps running his hands up and down her back.

“We’ll find somewhere safe enough in Wyoming. After.” Joel says instead. He doesn’t add the unspoken rest: after they find his brother. After they find someone who can take Ellie in. Lucy understands; there are too many variables, too many things that could go wrong.

“Go back to being FEDRA slaves?” She suggests.

“If that’s what it takes to be safe, sure.”

He can’t see her roll her eyes in the dimmed light, not really, but he can almost hear her doing it.

“Safe.” She mutters, “as if that’s a reality.”

Joel hums agreement, adjusts his arm around her, tucks the blankets a little tighter around her shoulders.

They lay in silence for a few minutes, Joel watching the monitors, thinking she must have drifted off to sleep, when her soft voice breaks the near silence.

“Thank you.”

“For what? Keeping you warm?” He isn’t too sure what precisely she’s thanking him for.

“Keeping me around. Keeping me safe as best you can. I know I get on your last nerve, but I really do appreciate you.”

He can feel the heat of her breath on his skin as she speaks, hushed words into his good ear, not wanting to disturb Ellie.

“You don’t get on my last nerve.” He says finally, “and you don’t have to thank me. You watch my ass, I watch yours. It’s a good partnership.”

He can feel her smiling again.

“No longer a padawan, huh?”

It’s his turn to smile, a rarity for him.

“Those movies are older than both of us. How do you even know that phrase?”

“Keeper of my secrets, I am. Never know everything, will you.” Lucy responds, mimicking Yoda in a whisper.

Joel has to turn his face into her hair to muffle his own laugh, instead getting a good inhale of whatever shampoo she pilfered from the shower earlier. Something floral.

“Nerd.”

“I miss pop culture.” Lucy half shrugs, dislodging the blanket, then shivers and tucks herself further under his arm, pausing only to peek over at Ellie, who’s still a steadily breathing shape under her own blanket, probably a great deal warmer for not being practically on the concrete floor. Lucky kid.

“I miss good music and decent coffee.” Joel readjusts the blanket again, tucks the edges down around her shoulder to keep the chill out.

He misses about fifty other things, some things far more painful to talk about than others; he’s barely been able to talk about Sarah with her. He doesn’t know if he ever will. But he doesn’t want to ruin the good feeling between them by being a downer, even if he thinks she’ll understand, so he keeps it light.

“Gas station coffee was never decent.” Lucy counters, “but I get you.”

“Yeah? You were a Frappuccino girl, huh?”

“Latte.” She informs him, “with a flavour syrup.”

Joel snorts in spite of himself.

“And here I am giving you the shittiest black coffee in the history of shitty instant coffee.”

“That means we have access to it, so I’ll take it.” Her tone makes it plain she doesn’t mind, not really. Her preference might have once been for sweet coffees with lots of almond milk, but these days, she’ll take whatever caffeine she can find. Especially when it means he’s sharing his limited supply with her.

“You’re too kind.”

She’s laughing again, soft sounds muffled in his shoulder, but at least she’s no longer shivering.

“If you say so.” She says finally, hands flat against his chest, keeping herself as close as possible, trying to conserve heat. “I guess I should move, huh? I’m not about to freeze on you anymore, so.”

He doesn’t want her to move. Even the four or five inches they’d have between them if she did suddenly feels like too far.

“Only if you want to.” He says finally, “I don’t want you to just freeze again. I’m comfortable like this, if you are.”

Lucy shrugs against him.

“I’m not opposed to this.”

If there’s more she isn’t saying, that’s her business. Joel doesn’t pry, because quite frankly he’s not sure he wants to go down that path. Not because he finds her unappealing, but because letting someone close could have dire consequences.

So he just hums agreement, rests his chin on top of her head. Almost expects that to be the end of it, until -

“Not opposed to it, or okay with it?” He speaks before he can think it through, and he knows it. Wants to take it back almost right away, because this is precisely down the path he wanted to avoid. Apparently not. Again, he’s not blind to the tension between them, but he isn’t truly sure he wants to allow someone to get close to him. Not after so many losses.

“What a leading question.” Lucy tilts her head against his shoulder.

“That’s not an answer.” If he’s going to walk this path, he may as well walk it properly. Or maybe she’ll save them both the awkwardness and just go to sleep.

“Do I really need to answer it? Spell it out for you?” She laughs softly, “I’m comfortable here. I feel safe here, with you.”

“Nowhere’s safe, Lu. You said it yourself.” Joel feels like a dick the moment he says it, but he’s trying to keep it light, almost afraid to let this go any further, even if he wants it to.

“I know that. What I mean is this. Lying here like this. It feels nice.” She knows she’s doing a terrible job at explaining herself, but he’s caught her off guard.

“Yeah. I get you.” He admits, because he’s not so much of a jerk that he’ll let her confess that and not be honest in return.

“I know you do.” She adjusts herself, fingers playing idly with the fabric of his shirt. “Get me, I mean.”

It takes him a moment to formulate a response; he’s almost ashamed of how distracted her touch makes him, as though he hadn’t been running his hands up and down her back a short while ago. As though he hadn’t been distracting her just as much, even if he doesn’t know it.

“Be a shit team if I didn’t, huh?” His hand moves to briefly cover hers, planning on giving it a light squeeze of reassurance before letting go.

Lucy has other plans, flipping her hand over and interlocking her fingers with his, surprising both of them.

“What are you doing?” He asks, truly surprised by her touch.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” There’s a quiet determination in her voice, something he’s heard only hints of before. Not like this.

“I’m not gonna tell you to stop.” Joel says finally, “Hell, I got you wrapped up against me. How’s it any different?”

He’s being deliberately vague, toying with her. He doesn’t mean to, but he’s curious how far she’ll push it. He’s almost glad she’s making the first steps.

“To keep warm.” She reminds him, “that’s why I said… tell me to stop if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to stop, honestly. This is nice.”

He means that; it’s been far too damn long since he held anyone like this, let alone had someone hold his hand the way she’s holding him, her smaller thumb tracing over his, rubbing little circles. It’s soothing, and quite frankly probably the only tiny piece of serenity they’ll get for a while.

“I’m glad.” There’s a sheer honesty in her voice, even with it pitched so low, so as not to wake Ellie.

He sighs, weighing his options in his head, fighting a losing battle with himself if he’s honest. Maybe it’s strange to even be considering any sort of romantic entanglement when laying in the basement of someone else’s house, when that someone else is dead in the bedroom the floor above. But somehow, Joel thinks, Bill and Frank would understand. Here, in this house, where their story began and ultimately ended… why shouldn’t it be the place something else starts too?

“Hey, you okay in there?” Lucy tilts her head up to look at him, eyes searching his face, trying to figure out what he’s thinking.

“Yeah. Just thinking.”

“Escape route?” She’s only half joking, so used to him constantly being wired, attuned to their surroundings.

“Not quite.”

“Then what? Is everything alright?” Truly she sounds concerned, which in itself is touching. Maybe it once annoyed him that she gave a shit, but now? It’s grown on him.

“Everything’s fine. Honestly.”

She’s still looking at him like she doesn’t quite believe him, like she’s trying to work him out. Fuck it. Why shouldn’t this be the place something else begins too? Isn’t that what they’d have wanted? Isn’t that why Bill left him an entire goddamn arsenal? To protect those he cares about? So maybe that’s a foul mouthed teenager and a woman he used to help scavenge black market medicine with. Better than the alternative. Better than the aching emptiness of being alone.

Lucy’s still looking at him, lips slightly parted.

“Ah, what the hell.” Joel mutters, and tilts his head down so he can connect his mouth with hers.

It’s not the perfect moment to kiss her, not really. They’re barely above freezing cold in the basement of their dead friends’ house, with their antsy charge asleep twelve feet away, but it feels right nonetheless, and hell, it may be the only chance he gets.

Seize the fucking day, or whatever whoever said that shit said.

He’s almost surprised by how soft her mouth is; honestly, in a world without makeup, or very little of it, he knows her singular concession to vanity is chapstick, if she can find it. She doesn’t waste her time trying to find box dye or eyeliner or anything else that she once used daily, lets her hair be streaked with silver in places without shame or concern. She wears practical clothes to keep herself comfortable and protected, usually keeps her hair tied back for safety. And yet somehow, somehow, she has the softest goddamn mouth he’s ever kissed.

She half pulls away, just for a second, her eyes searching his once more. She must have found some sort of answer in his gaze, because she doesn’t hesitate to lean back in to initiate another kiss.

Lucy’s younger than him, it’s true, but not by so much that she’s inexperienced; that much is clear by their second kiss, by the way her teeth nip gently at his bottom lip, almost demanding better access to his mouth. He doesn’t remotely hesitate to let her, lips parting, letting their tongues entwine as he pulls her tighter against his chest, holding her there for a moment before he rolls them, carefully, propping himself up on one elbow so he’s not putting his entire weight on top of her.

She breaks the kiss once more, glances over to the other occupant of the room. Joel looks too. Still dead asleep.

“We’ll have to be quiet.” He breathes into her ear, dropping a kiss below her jaw. “Can you do that?”

A little smirk is her first answer.

“I’m sure I can.” She hums, undoes the top button of his new borrowed shirt so she can lean up and drop a kiss to his collarbone.

Once, she might have bitten, left a little mark, but since the outbreak, biting one another has sort of lost any amorous appeal. Thanks, cordyceps.

Still, the kiss there is intimate enough, considering. He doesn’t stop her, lets her hands wander down his chest, settling there for a moment before they slide under his shirt, fingertips tracing every old scar she can find, like she’s committing every inch of him to memory.

His hand - the one that isn’t occupied propping himself up, slides along her side, thumb rubbing circles on her hip. It’s the most he’s touched another person in months. Years, maybe. He can’t say he dislikes it; it’s unfamiliar, sure, to be touching another person in a caring and intimate way, but he’s certainly not opposed to it at all.

“Joel…”

He’s not entirely sure, but it almost sounds like a plea. One he’s more than happy to answer, letting his hand drift to the button of her jeans. He’s gotta admit, he’s glad he can get them undone with one hand, not wanting to appear as out of practise as he realistically is.

Her hands slide out of his shirt to help tug her jeans down, not fully off, but out of the way. Neither of them are stupid enough to undress fully, not in their surroundings. They’ll make do, and Lucy does, shaking one foot loose from her pants, keeping them looped around her other ankle. Their shirts can stay on, not wanting to waste time or expose themselves too fully.

As her hands move again, he leans down into another kiss; it’s his turn to nip at her lips this time, leaning right into her as she gets his jeans undone. It only takes her a moment, considering she has both her hands to work with.

Speaking of hands. He has one free, and he decides to make use of it, rubbing his fingers across her hips, now bare to him, just watching how she responds to each little touch. He doesn’t get much time to observe her, though; she seems far more interested in kissing him, which is fine, it’ll at least keep her relatively quiet as things progress. It’s a shame; honestly, he almost wishes they were back in his apartment in the QZ, or hers, somewhere where he could coax all sorts of interesting sounds out of her and not care about the volume. But things have changed, and they’re here now, and that necessitates they be as quick and quiet as possible.

It’s almost disappointing. He would have liked to take his time, but well. He’ll take the situation as it is. His fingers move inwards, across her thigh, slowly, teasing her, their lips still locked together, her tongue teasing at his bottom lip between kisses.

He can tease right back, letting his fingers slide between her thighs, pausing just before he reaches his target to break their kiss.

“Remember what I said about quiet.” He warns, a gentle reminder whispered into her ear. She hums her assent, her fingers carding through his silver streaked hair, as though she can’t get enough of just simply touching him.

He understands the feeling, truly, but he has other plans, beyond touching her hair. His fingers trail along her inner thigh, amused to find her already soaked and waiting for him. Amused, yes, but aroused, too; his thumb finds the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her core, rubs it slowly, watches her eyes widen, her teeth sink into her lip to keep herself from making a sound.

He finds himself smirking, just a little, rubbing slow little circles on her sensitive skin, fingers skimming across wetness, spreading it, coating his fingertips in it.

Her lips part in a silent gasp as he slowly slides two fingers inside her, giving her a warning look as he curls them, buried to the knuckle inside her soaked heat. He can feel himself aching against the fabric of his jeans; even unbuttoned, he feels constricted, a dull aching need throbbing in him.

“Been thinking about this for a while,” he admits, voice still low and sensual in her ear, “maybe not in this setting, but I’ll take it.”

He keeps slowly moving his fingers, pumping them in and out, agonisingly slow, wanting to watch her reaction, wanting her to beg him for more. He knows her well, knows her better than he’d like to admit, and he knows damn well she’ll crumble eventually.

It comes sooner than he expected; he can feel her tensing up, her back arched up, her chest pressing flush against his, her entire body trembling. And somehow, somehow, she manages to stay almost completely silent, burying her face in his chest to muffle the tiniest of whimpers that fall past her parted lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers out of her slowly, “just ride it out. You’re okay. I got you.”

Her whimpers fade as she recovers, lies back, gazes at him with half-shut, adoring eyes. Fuck, why has he never done this before? All this time…

He wipes his soaked fingers on his pants, pausing just a moment before he moves the offending fabric out the way, tugging them down slightly, freeing himself. He damn near sighs himself when her hand wraps around his length, stroking slowly, her thumb caressing the tip of him.

“I want you so bad,” she whispers, leaning up to kiss him softly, “you have no idea…”

He laughs, a quietly amused chuckle.

“I’m getting an idea, darling. Don’t worry. It’s nowhere near as much as I’ve wanted you.”

It feels wrong, in a way, how long he’s wanted her, since the first time they ventured out of the QZ together, since she proved herself a capable survivor, since she back talked him and brought a smile to his face.

Her impossibly soft mouth curves into a smile.

“Then take me,” she whispers against his lips, “I’m yours, Joel. All yours.”

As she speaks, her hand tightens slightly around him, guiding him between her legs, rubbing the head of his length against her dripping sex.

“Mine.” He repeats softly, before he sinks into her, slowly, inch by inch. He has the foresight to cover her mouth with his, to muffle the soft moan that falls from her lips.

Fuck, she feels so good. So warm and tight around him, her velvet walls tightening and pulsing as he buries himself to the hilt.

Her fingers ball into the flannel of his shirt as she returns his eager, desperate kiss, wrapping her freed leg around his waist loosely.

He breaks the kiss, takes a breath, before he slowly starts to move. Her head falls back against the sleeping mat, eyes half closed as her leg tightens around his waist, drawing him in deeper. In spite of himself, a low groan tears from his chest.

“Careful there, baby girl,” he murmurs, “careful.”

He’s warning himself as much as he is her, reminding himself to keep his head as best he can. It’s difficult, so difficult, when her fingers are curled in his shirt, when she’s so tight and wet around him, when her breathing is becoming more and more frantic as he starts to move again.

Lucy leans up to pull him against her, her lips brushing his throat.

“Joel…”

He understands what she’s asking, without her having to say it; he picks up the pace, lets his hips rock against hers a little harder, a little faster. He has to bury his face in her shoulder to muffle his own sounds; it’s been so long since he was intimate with someone, and she’s so desperate for him, one of her hands leaving his shirt to tangle in salt and pepper curls.

They’re both being pushed to the limit, trying to keep as silent as possible, not wanting to wake Ellie, trying to keep their noise as low as they possibly can, quieter than the low hum of the generator Bill kept down here, just in case, always switched on and wired to the security system.

“You feel so good,” Lucy whispers, lifts her leg slightly higher around his waist, wraps it tighter, keeping him buried inside her. Her voice shakes as she whispers it, as he keeps up the deep, steady thrusts, in and out of her.

“Mm, you have no idea, baby girl. No idea how good you feel. How are you so fucking wet?” He can’t help the low moan that he lets out into her ear as his hips steadily collide with hers, harder and faster, chasing both of their release.

She can’t answer, not a full word, only tiny whimpers as she clings to him, raking her fingers through his hair. She can’t get enough of touching him, of feeling him close to her, the scratch of his beard on the skin of her throat.

“So close…” she whispers, back arched up against him, “don’t stop…”

“Not a chance, baby girl. Not a chance.” He murmurs, picking up his pace once again. Chances are he’ll feel this in his lower back and his hips tomorrow, but he’s beyond caring. All that matters is her, and the pleasure building between them, and her soft, soft mouth, kissing at every inch of him she can reach.

His mouth finds hers, captures it in a deep kiss, letting his tongue sweep her mouth as she clings to him, feels her tighten around him, feels her entire body tremble as he brings her to a steady climax, feels her soak every inch of his length as he buries himself to the very hilt inside her. Her moans and whimpers of pure pleasure are muffled by their kiss, her hand tightening in his hair for the briefest moment before she goes limp, lets her hand fall from his hair, caressing his face gently before her hand falls.

“I know baby, I know. Let go for me,” he murmurs, presses a kiss to her forehead, “that’s it, darling, breathe through it…”

She whimpers again, links her fingers with his.

Regrettably, Joel realises he can’t hold back much longer, not with how tight she is, the fluttering of her around him. His mind is hazy with pleasure, becoming more and more clouded with each snap of his hips.

He presses deep one final time, rolls his hips into hers slowly, before he reluctantly pulls out of her warm heat, spilling his release onto her stomach with a low groan against her lips.

The temptation to finish inside her had been overwhelming, but he wasn’t about to risk any complications. Not in this world.

Joel rests his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. Lucy glances over to ensure they’re still as alone as they can be, before she exhales, sighs, looks down at their joined hands and smiles weakly.

“That’s it,” he sighs, “fuck…”

He’s most certainly going to feel this in the morning, but he’s in no rush to roll away from her; he moves so he’s no longer on top of her, tucks himself back into his jeans and gives her a moment to pull her own pants back on. Once she’s redressed, he pulls her right back into his arms, inhaling the scent of her hair, their mingled sweat.

“You alright there, old timer?” She whispers, pure tease and thinly veiled adoration.

Joel huffs.

“This old timer just made you come so hard you went limp. Smartass.” He kisses her forehead and she giggles softly.

“Yeah, but I’m your smartass.” Her fingers trace the lines of his face, committing every little wrinkle and detail to memory. Just in case.

“True enough,” he agrees, pulling her closer against his chest.

Joel isn’t one to half ass things; he’s a stoic bastard at times, sure, but he’s protective as hell when he cares, and hell, he cares about her. He wasn’t kidding when he said she was his, and they both know it.

“Joel?” There’s a hesitation in her voice as she says his name. It’s a harsh contrast to the soft, adoring reverence with which she spoke minutes before.

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna pretend this never happened in the morning?” There’s a raw fear in the way she asks it, the way she doesn’t sugarcoat it or dress it up. He likes that about her. That she’s brutally honest.

“No.” He says finally, “there’s no going back. I’m not gonna shut you out like that. It’s… not easy for me. You know that. But … for you? I’ll try.”

“I know it’s not easy.” She agrees, fingertips tracing in his hair, her other hand splayed on his chest, “I just… that’s all I want. For you to try. I just want you.”

“I know. Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ve got me.” He presses a soft kiss to her lips before he kisses her forehead once more.

He’s a lot of things, but he’s not a liar. Not to her. Never to her.

She hums happy agreement, “You know you’ve got me. Til the very end.”

“I know.” He assures her, shifts the blankets tighter around them. “Try get some sleep, darling. I’ll be here when you wake up. Then we can hit the road.”

“Hmm,” she sighs, nuzzles her face into his shoulder. “You should get some sleep too.”

“I plan on it. Someone tired me out.” He chuckles, surprised at his own good mood, in spite of everything he’s lost recently.

“Your own fault.” Lucy replies, her voice heavy with sleepiness as she settles against him.

Try as he might to fight his own fatigue, he can feel it overwhelming him. He’s exhausted, warm and comfortable, and the weight of her in his arms is so goddamn inviting.

“Not a fault.” He mumbles, but she’s already asleep, unable to answer him.

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Morning dawns, but Joel is awake long before he originally planned to be. He wants to take an inventory of supplies, pack up Bill’s truck, and hit the road, but first he wants to allow himself a moment.

It’s been so long since he simply lay in a bed with someone, let alone allowed himself to hold someone in such an intimate way.

Lucy’s still asleep, her head tucked on his shoulder, arm draped over him, legs tangled with his. They’ve shared a bed before, but only for necessity. Never have they allowed themselves to become intimate before, and now…

If he thought he was protective of her before, it’s nothing compared to the dull ache in his chest whenever he looks down at her now, taking in every detail of her sleeping face.

“I’m yours,” she had said, “all yours.”

There had been so much longing in her voice, going beyond lust and physical need. He doesn’t think he deserves it, and yet. And yet he isn’t going to refuse her. Not when he so desperately, deeply, needs her to be his.

He sighs. Presses a kiss to her forehead, untangles himself from her just as she stirs.

“Time to get going?” She asks, her voice thick and heavy with sleep.

“Yeah. Time to pack up and move on.” He almost wishes they could stay in this stupid bunker for a little longer, but that’s not their path. Wyoming calls. His brother waits.

Lucy doesn’t argue, just sits herself up, untangles her hair, braids it back and slips her boots on.

“I’ll pack up some supplies from down here.” She offers. He likes that about her; she asked him for reassurance before they slept, but she’s not about to ask for it every five minutes. They both know everything’s changed between them now, but simultaneously, nothing has. All they’ve really done is act on what was already there.

“Great idea. Some rations, some ammo. Whatever you think we need.” Joel shoves his own shoes on, surveys the monitors for a moment. All quiet.

“I’ll get Ellie ready, too.”

“I’ll fuel up the truck, pack a few things. Come on up when you’re ready.” Almost without thinking, he drops a kiss to her lips on his way past, climbs the ladder, pushes the bunker door open, and disappears into the morning light.

Lucy stares after him for a moment before she’s interrupted by a soft snicker. Turning, she finds Ellie sitting up and staring at her, grinning.

“What?”

“I fuckin’ knew you two were a thing.” Ellie shrugs, unravels herself from her blanket and tosses her jacket over her shoulders.

“Wh-?” Lucy doesn’t even try to deny it.

“I saw that. And I see the way you two look at each other. It’s gross. You’re both old.” Ellie makes a face as she starts to pack MRE rations into her backpack.

“I’m not that old!” Lucy protests, somewhat lamely.

“Not as old as Joel, that’s for sure.” Ellie smirks, then laughs when Lucy opens her mouth. “I’m just fucking with you. I don’t care. Maybe it’ll get him to stop being such a stone cold asshole.”

Lucy laughs in spite of herself, stocks her own backpack with another box of ammunition for her new rifle and her handgun, before shoving a few rations of her own on top.

“Not gonna argue there,” she agrees, “c‘mon. He’s fuelling up so we can leave. Let’s go.”

“Back to the road. Yay.” Ellie sticks her tongue out, takes one last look around the bunker, then heads for the ladder.

Lucy follows her, taking one last look at the rumpled sleeping mat on the floor, a small smile crossing her face.

She’s not sure where they’ll go from here, but it doesn’t matter. She has Joel, and he has her, and that’s all that matters right now.

#my writing #rue unconditionally #pedro pascal #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x oc #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #pedro pascal character fic #pedro pascal characters #tagged: jocy

[mistressoftheelderitchwhorehouse]

Until I Spill My Guts Part 1

Summary: By day you worked at an English school in Yokohama, and by night you worked as a waitress at a hole in the wall strip club. It wasn’t ideal, and you always worried a student would see you, but it paid the bills. Everything was fine until two young men tripped into the club one day asking you to betray your boss, and turn your world upside down...

Now it's sink or swim as you're dragged deeper into Yokohama's underbelly while falling in love with two of Yokohama's most dangerous men.

Trigger Warnings: Sexual Harrassment, guns

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai x Black! Fem! Reader x Chuuya

A/N: Screwed with the timeline ages a bit. I view them as older than 22 in current Canon, so we're going with that.

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The club's lights drowned the room in cold blues and firey reds. Music thumped from the speakers in the ceiling and walls, while beautiful women danced on poles and in cages decorated with neon lights.

Callussed and sweaty hands reached for your hips and ass, but you easily side stepped them as you made your way between the crowded tables, a tray full of empty glasses in hand.

You went over to the bar manned by a lanky woman who grinned when she saw you approach. She flipped a towel on her shoulder and leaned against the bar.

"There's the shining star. How's the crowd doing?"

Well," You set the tray down. "You can tell the Nine Gang just got payed, there's a bachelor party with an unfaithful groom, and some how the new boss for the Street Rats is still conscious despite doing eight back to back shots of mystery shots."

"Color me impressed."

You frowned and glanced back at the crowd. It wasn’t even eleven PM, but it was a packed house. It made your skin itch and stomach churn. "I'm gonna take my smoke break."

"I'll let Sato know."

You made your way to the back of the club, and out the door that was labeled "staff only" in faded paint. A chill wind swept through the alley, bringing with it the stench of used condoms and car exhaust.

You looked both ways, before shutting the door behind you and leaning against the brick wall. You snaked a hand in your tiny shorts, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and then the lighter out of your bra.

You could still feel the club thumping against your skin, even making out a few of the song lyrics pouring from the speaker. If you tried, you could even hear the announcer telling who the next star dancer was.

Your club, The Sugar Scorpion, was by no means the loudest on the block, nor was it the prettiest, or had the best talent. Honestly, you could argue the club down the block had all of those in spades. Hell, you were even next door to a public sex dungeon.

No, what made this place "attractive" was...

"Oi, what about this place?"You looked up from the dingy concrete, and made out the muscular silhouette of man dressed in salaryman attire, looking at someone behind him. "They even have a foreigner! We'll get a cheap lay too."

"Nah man. That place uses a password. We'd never get in anyway, you were afraid to talk to that one Port Mafia guy asking directions."

"Fuck. Never mind let's go to the usual place."

You cringed at that and dropped your cigarette and killed it with the heel of your boot. When you went back inside you made a beeline for the bar where Yui was mixing a drink.

"If I don't show up tomorrow I was deported."

"Why?"

"Someone saw me here."

"Someone from the school?"

"No idea, but they're not a regular."

Yui shook her head. "I dunno how you live like you do. I'd be an anxious mess."

"Already there."

Yui poured the drink, and passed it off to the wobbling customer, who slurred something to them in a language neither of them understood before leaving.

"Well I have more anxiety to add to your plate." She pointed to a tray loaded with three colorful shots. "Send this over to Boss Man's table."

You felt your stomach drop, but grabbed the tray without complaint. You made your way through the crowd, and down a short set of stairs to the VIP section. Here everything was a little cleaner, the girls all naked, and almost everyone you saw carried a gun.

Sitting in a corner that was filled with men was your boss. He was a tall, muscular man that almost anyone would find handsome if it wasn't for the look in his eyes. The utter poison in the brown depths was enough to make anyone vomit.

He flashed you a toothy smile and gestured to you with a ring encrusted hand. "I even got a foreigner working for me. Hey, come here my little star."

You did as instructed, keeping your smile up as you went to the table, and leaned down to set the drinks in front of yojr boss. You bit your inner cheek when you felt meaty fingers pinch your ass.

"And she’s obviously one, ya know? Like those girls in the hip hop videos. Though, maybe you're too young to remember them."

You stood up properly, letting the comment roll off your back, and took a peek at his guests. Both were young at 18 or 19, maybe 20 if you were being generous, and wore nice clothing. One sported enough bandages you wondered if he should be in the hospital, while the other was just downright pretty with his reddish brown hair.

Strangely, neither had obvious guns on their person.

The bandaged man leaned forward. "And you speak Japanese too?"

"A bit." You pinched your thumb and ring finger close together. "If you speak too fast I get lost."

"Oh, that's great! I suck at English and Chuuya here just never bothered to learn."

"What the hell does that matter Dazai?" The red head-Chuuya, demanded.

You felt your face warm as "Dazai" cupped your cheek. "Yet you only serv drinks. A travesty. I would spend all of the world's treasures to have you spread beneath me."

You'd been propositioned a thousand ways, but never in such a poetic way in the club.

"Alas, it's not my celebration though." He snaked his arm around Chuuya, and shook him a bit, much to the red head's chagrin.

"You were right, Mr. Sakamoto. She'd make an excellent treat for our boss. However, I think Chuuya should try her first-"

"What the hell-!"

"He is turning 19. The poor lad hasn't even managed to hold a girl's hand-"

"Dazai I swear to god-!"

"W-wait, Sir." You cut both bickering men off to address your boss. "I thought we had an agreement. I would just serve drinks, not engage in any... I wouldn't be a whore."

You didn't even know a more polite term for it in Japanese.

"Well that's the thing. That paper you signed said you wouldn't do any whoring, and let's just say you won't be. These young men want your time, and they're not exchanging any goods, money, or services for it."

"But-!"

You flinched as Dazai pressed a long finger over your lips. "There's no point in arguing. It's been decided." He dropped his hand as he stood up. "Down the hall, right?"

Sakamoto grinned and saluted with his drink. "Have fun."

You tried to push Dazai away, but he easily over powered you, and kept an iron grasp on your waist. You opened your mouth, but stopped when you saw Sakamoto putting a hand on his gun. You swallowed all complaints as the red head finally stood up, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he followed you both down a narrow hall.

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You'd never even gone in the "private" rooms. Only a few select girls were able to, and it was an unspoken rule to never ask about the rooms or clients there in.

You now realized that all the money that should have went to cleaning the gum from under the tables, getting another bar tender on staff, and replacing the front window went to these rooms.

The cieling was made of mirrors, and there was a large, plush couch of black leather. A white carpet covered the floors, and there was a fireplace opposite the couch that burned with a gentle faux fire. You weren't sure where the soft lighting was coming from, but as Dazai circled you like a tiger, you wished you could turn them off.

"So he wasn't lying, right? You do know Japanese?"

"I know enough to get by living here for the past year."

He hummed and finally stopped so you were both now face to face. Now that he was closer, you could see that there were a few scabs on this boy's cheeks and forehead. "What can you tell me about your boss?"

What?

Is this a joke?

"Are you with the police?"

Dazai glanced back at Chuuya, who was standing in a corner as far from you as possible. "Hey, Chuuya. Do we look like military lackeys?"

"You look suspicious as hell."

Dazai hummed and shrugged before turning back to you. "Actually, we're part of a different organization that doesn't like the way your boss is running things. Frankly, we're hoping to get rid of him entirely."

"And why do you need me? Actually, why are you telling me?"

"He's had quite a few meetings with some rather unsavory types. We don't need those sort of weeds popping up in this red light district, and that's where you come in." He gestured to you. "With your English skills, pretty face, and nice ass I'm sure you can listen out for us."

"You want me to risk my job and neck to play spy for two kids I don't know?"

"We're not kids." Chuuya said. "And I wouldn't think a foreigner just pawned off to sleep with me would get all skittish 'bout this."

"I-.."

If you could you would sell out Sakamoto in a heart beat. Whether to the police, the soap land across the street, or even the shadowy Armed Detective Agency. You would do anything you needed to if it meant getting back at Kenta Sakamoto for what he'd done...

But...

"I can't. " Your words were low. "If that's why you're not using my body now then I'm sorry to dissapoint."

Shaking fingers reached up to the bow keeping your top up, but a large hand grabbed them and kept them in a tight grip.

You looked up from the blue cloth, and found the red head standing in front of you now, his hand over your own. Dazai was sprawled out on the couch, you're not sure how he got there.

"Ya don't gotta do that," He mumbled. "Not right making you put out when he gets something."

You stared down at this Chuuya and the now recovering Dazai. They were young, and a bit childish, but as Chuuya backed up and stuffed his hands in his pockets and Dazai stood up once more, you could see something in their eyes. It was dark and calculated, a cold knife that could tear apart anyone who so much as pretended to be a threat.

You twisted your hands. "Thank you... For the decency."

"Don't worry about it."

Dazai tilted his head. "So what do you say sweet Belladonna? Willing to risk your life and Visa for some petty revenge?"

You nibbled at your bottom lip as Dazai extended a hand. "And what's in it for me?"

"Let's just say you'll have earned yourself a favor."

"From two boys off the street?"

"No." Dazai's smile became cold. "From the Port Mafia."

#bsd #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x fem reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara x you #bsd skk #skk x reader #dazai x reader x chuuya #dazai imagines #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #black reader #chuuya x black reader #dazai x black reader

[purpleeivy]

Day 13, I think, of my Drawing Once Every 24 Hours, this time it’s Saiki Kusuo’s sister, Kuriko. (Who is definitely not Saiki shapeshifted to appear as a woman).

Want to say anything Kuriko? (Yare Yare, not this again. When are you going to make better jokes?) When the jokes I make stop being funny. (Yare Yare, They were never funny to begin with.) Maybe not to you :3. (Yare Yare, Do you have another coffee jelly for me? Yesterday’s was nice.) No I can’t be bothered to draw another one today. (Yare Yare, I don’t want to be here anymore then, goodbye.)

Andddd she’s gone.

I know I made this exact joke yesterday with Kusuo but thought fuck it, it’s funny, and Saiki is basically the only person I can realistically do it with because of his 4th Wall breaks. (I’m using he/him for Kusuo and she/her for Kuriko because i believe that is how they refer to themselves). Anyway it’s 3am again, and I spent an hour and a half drawing this. (Longest time yet) Time for the critique then Helluva Boss then sleep.

Negatives. Uhh the right arm is a little bit thick, and doesn’t really look like an arm, but that’s because of the lack of space. The bow is a little bit too flat, and it looks like she’s squinting.

Positives. Literally everything else. Like seriously, everything not mentioned ^ is something i really like. Especially the face. I mentioned yesterday that my biggest problem is my faces being too angular. And while that’s still slightly visible here, it’s so much less so. I love the glasses. I love the PK Academy Uniform. I just really love it.

Random bullshit time.

New Helluva Boss episode dropped, go watch it if you’re queer, a furry, like good shows or all 3.

Listened to Koala on repeat for about 20 times or something over the course of this because the song is 3 minutes long, and i took 1 hr 30 to draw this (there was a short period after coming back from cleaning something up where i forgot to turn it back on.)

I’m so tired i’ve been waking up at or before 11am the last 3 days, and the day before was at 1pm, and i’ve been going to sleep after 4am all of the nights before that. I’ve been sort of fine during the day tbh, just when it gets to night i’m exhausted, but can’t sleep.

Also the uk is in the middle of a heatwave rn which is not nice for the tiredness (and probably one of the main reasons for it.)

Think i’m done, so as always

Good morning, Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight from me

love you all <3

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#sketch #my art #quick sketch #my artwork #sketch art #my art <3 #artwork #drawing #saiki kuriko #saiki no psi nan #saiki kusuo no psi nan #saiki #kusuo saiki #saiki fanart #saiki kusuo #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki k #rambles

[broodsys]

weird and vivid dreams are p common for me but this one was remarkable lmao

pt.1:

entered a weird dilapidated building that was somehow associated with that old candy mountain meme? went there with a few friends. there was a speaker/mic thing in the top of the room that welcomed us with... smth that definitely wasn't part of candy mountain but in the dream it was so anyway. but we got the response right and the voice actually fucked it up which was funny. all this to get into a memey hotel?

pt.2:

once inside the hotel was weird. we were warned that bathroom doors don't rly lock (lovely...) and everyone but me was shown to their room and at first it was just me, my brother, and my friend - like, in the whole hotel, just the three of us.

pt.3:

more ppl started to show up at that point and i finally had to ask for directions to my room bc we were all just hanging out in the common area but it was becoming crowded. however the person running the hotel had changed seamlessly via dream logic to someone... who was kinda unsettling. this young bubbly woman who kept getting everything wrong but insisting we keep all her attempts (like little notes of her trying to figure it out) for some weird sentimental reason? and when my friend did the math the right way and ignored her attempt, she came over and very sadly pointed at it like oh... i hope you fill this out later... keep it going! like it was So Important to her it was weird. she was like that about everything. p unsettling after a while.

pt.4:

the ppl who showed up were... also weird, altho it only showed slowly. for quite a while it was just a vague sense of wow this might've been a mistake. then they started getting creepier - they'd bring us up endless flights of stairs and as long as we were bright and happy about it everything was fine, but if we complained (the rest under a cut bc it gets creepy/graphic at this point - but long story short, they were all demons!)

so if we complained they'd start threatening and attacking us. little cuts and things. so we stopped complaining p fast, even though going up endless stairs was exhausting. passed other ridiculously cheery looking ppl and began to wonder which of them were trapped like i was and which were the ones trapping them

pt.5:

at one point the guy i was walking with cut my leg enough to bleed and i jumped on criticizing him for staining my yellow pants. like, look at how obvious you made it! surely your boss won't like this, you're supposed to be subtle, right?

so he got real frustrated and we were by elevators (that ofc everyone was refusing to use) and he... just gave up and laid between the elevator doors and let them slice him in half (???) and i was like oh shit oh fuck okay BYE im OUT im DONE and began running down the stairs

pt.6:

turns out demon parts are still mobile and sentient!

so like... fucking demon viscera keeps getting bigger and chasing everyone and killing them. like this guy is fed the fuck up. i dart into some weird opening that puts me into a restaurant that hasn't realized yet, pop out from under a table, surprising a bunch of ppl (?) very much but i'm just flat out running now like idc. and fleshy bloody extensions keep moving across the floor and ppl are slowly starting to realize what's happening

pt.7:

end up encountering some Big demon woman and being like fuck fuck fuckkkkk im dead but she was busy killing other ppl (very graphically!) and there was a tiny bit of space around her so i just took the most ridiculous opportunity and while she was splitting some guy apart i just ducked around her and ran

much later realized she was actually on our side? or at least, not on the demon's side? so she had been killing one of the demons, but i had no way of knowing that at the time

pt.8:

dream really took a turn here. ended up in a group with... superheroes? like vaguely reminiscent of wolverine and gambit and two others i can't place. but it barely matters bc none of them were rly relevant except the unknown guy who gave me portal guns (am i chell now????) to try and get us all out of there but they didn't really work lm a o. they'd open portals but like, i could maybe put my fist through one and that was all. not! helpful!

pt.9:

reunited with the group of surviving humans from the hotel and it was so weird... trying to figure out what to do and where to go from here and communicating about which demons were on our side - or at least, killing the other demons instead of attacking us. then there was a weird commercial that played in the background that had a rly subtle nod towards someone having two dads and i was like 'ah that's nice' ?????????? ? ? ? ?

[heyitssashag]

Happy Sunday!

Today I:

Went for a 6.5km walk

Stopped at the cafe for a decaf oat milk latte. It’s was really good. Haven’t had one of those in a while.

Had groceries delivered.

Did some house cleaning.

I also watched part of the church service online but their usual pastor wasn’t delivering the sermon. The topic was about marriage. It started to irk me. Especially when they kept going on about it being only between a “man and a woman” blah, blah, blah. Love is Love. They could leave the Bible quotes out and change it to be more inclusive for everyone.

Marriage may exist between two people who love each other. The end.

So instead, I wrote in my prayer journal and prayed. I feel comforted believing a higher power is out there listening. I know that higher power loves everyone equally. Unless you’re someone like Hitler or a pedophile, no life is more worthy or important than another.

Anyway, before I step off my soapbox, I also wanted to mention my sister sent me a very negative article about Covid vaccines and asked me what I thought about it. It really bothered me that she even had to ask. I’m not going to get into the article because I feel like we could all do a Google search and find a million different fear-inducing websites about the “dangers of vaccines”. Things like, how they cause cancer, rewrite your DNA or other weird bullshit ideas they conjured up with their “independent testing”. I’m not going to deny that people have dealt with side effects or in extreme cases, have suffered serious vaccine injuries. When we take a big Pharma drug, we all run the risk of having an adverse reaction - thankfully, this isn’t the norm, though. Overall, we can thank vaccines for eradicating some very serious life threatening illnesses.

The article my sister sent quoted a very famous conspiracy theorist and I’m not going to mention his name because I don’t want any more attention brought to him. He’s a fucking fucktard dangerous person who spreads health misinformation. Especially about cancer and vaccines. I’m very tired, exhausted and irritated when I see this garbage circulating and then I have to defend… science.

On a side note, I no longer suggest to anyone that they should get a vaccine unless they work with or are in regularly contact with clinically vulnerable individuals. I think that’s a fairly reasonable expectation. - I’m tired of “educating” people around this. It just goes in one ear and out the other. People will believe and do what they want.

Anyway, I needed to rant. I could write a lot more but I just feel myself getting worked up about it and I don’t think it’s healthy. So, I’m jumping down off my soapbox, now. lol.

I’m almost at the end of season 1 of Ted Lasso and it’s definitely getting better. Once I’ve finished making dinner, I’ll be watching more. I’m enjoying it.

This is like the third day in a row where I looked at the clock and it’s 4:44. Hmmm. Interesting. lol. Which reminds me, if you haven’t watched The Good Place it’s a really good show. The first few episodes were weird but it does get really good. It’s very interesting and makes you think. Especially if you’re interested in philosophy, morality and ethics. Oh, and it’s also funny.

#metastatic breast cancer #sometimes my Tumblr posts turn into a Rantfest but I feel better now and that’s all that matters right? #blogging on my blog