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writtenjewels · 2 years

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Roadside

(thank you Vorpalfanficberry for all your great suggestions!)

Despite being relatively alone on the road, Jason tried to keep from speeding. One never knew when a patrol car would pop out of nowhere and bust him. Whitesnake kept him company; he drummed along to the music. He was in a good mood until he heard a nasty noise from his car. He gritted his teeth and nudged the gas just a little. Unfortunately that only made things worse and his car groaned before giving up on live entirely.

“Fuck me,” Jason grumbled. “Sorry, David, gotta catch ya later.” He turned off the music player, cut the ignition, and got out of the car. He headed around to check the engine first and found the hood hot to his touch-- he narrowly escaped burning his fingers.

He focused on what he knew about overheated engines and not the fact his shitty car decided to do this at night on an empty stretch of road. Hopefully the problem wasn't anything too serious. Jason could handle minor car repairs but if it was something like a broken water pump, he'd have to go to a shop.

Which was all relative until he could get a tow. Jason climbed back into the car and fished out the map he had stored in the glove compartment, and the flashlight so he could see. The next town wasn't going to be close but he didn't have many options. Jason dived back into the car to make sure he wasn't going to leave anything valuable behind.

Just then he saw light from behind him. Could he really be so lucky? He turned and sure enough, headlights were coming straight for him. Jason waved his arms and shouted to get the driver's attention. The car pulled up beside his and came to a stop.

“Hello, friend,” the driver greeted him in an unfamiliar accent.

“Hey, man.” Jason approached the driver's side window. The person was a man a little older than Jason with short, curly dark hair. He wore an unbuttoned shirt over a T-shirt with words on it that Jason couldn't make out in the dark. The man had a pleasant enough face, which made Jason feel a little better.

“Does your car like cigarettes?” the driver asked. “It's smoking.” The joke was so unexpected it made Jason let out a quick huff of laughter.

“You're lucky I need a lift or I'd punch you for that terrible joke,” Jason remarked, smothering his smile. The driver responded with a smile of his own.

“Forgive me. I find humor sometimes helps ease the tension in a situation. Please allow me to take you into town.”

“I'd be much obliged. It ain't too far out of your way?”

“No, I was on my way back into town anyway. My name is Salim, by the way.” The man stuck his hand out of the open window for Jason to shake.

“Jason. I owe you one, man.” He headed around to the passenger side where Salim already had the door open for him. The smell of cigarette smoke greeted him the second he got close enough. “Speaking of smokers,” Jason noted with a raised eyebrow. Salim now looked sheepish.

��Yes, it's a terrible habit, I know. My son's been bugging me to quit.”

“Good for him. That shit'll kill ya.” Jason got in the car and buckled in. Salim gave him an amused look and started driving again. Jason's eyes strayed to the T-shirt his companion was wearing. “Why do you got a bear on your shirt?”

“It's a koala,” Salim corrected him.

“Okay. So why you got a koala bear on your shirt?”

“It was a gift from my son. He found it at a thrift shop.” There was a moment of silence, and then Salim asked: “Would you like to listen to the radio?” Jason shrugged in answer, which Salim took as affirmation. To Jason's disappointment, voices came on instead of music. The talking went on for way longer than usual for a radio DJ and there was something weird about it, like it was an audiobook or something.

“The fuck is this?”

“A rerun of Charlie Wind, I think,” Salim decided after a few seconds of listening. “It's a detective mystery. A radio drama,” he clarified when Jason still looked lost.

“Oh. Yeah. My sister and I listened to Radio Mystery Theater sometimes,” Jason nodded. That got him a bright smile from Salim and the man's eyes lit up.

“I like that show, too!” He sounded so excited to find someone else who listened to radio shows; it was charming and Jason found himself smiling, his stomach doing a weird little flutter. “So you like mysteries?” Jason shrugged; he didn't want to admit they only listened to the radio so much at home because his family couldn't afford a television set. “Forgive me,” Salim spoke up. “Am I being too chatty?”

“Nah, you're all right,” Jason assured him. They fell into silence again with the radio show filling in the gaps. “I'm glad you were drivin' tonight,” Jason admitted. “I was gonna hoof it into town.”

“I'll take you to the shop,” Salim assured him. “I'm sure they'll have your car fixed soon.” For some reason, this made Jason's heart sink a little. Of course Salim would be on his way once he dropped Jason off, so why was the prospect so unappealing?

Jason rolled down the window and was quiet for the rest of the drive.

#jason kolchek x salim othman #jason/salim #jason x salim #jason kolchek #salim othman #jalim #house of ashes

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vinjaryou · 1 year

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29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for most if not all of your OG FFVII story material? Explain your choices if you want! (Also, I'm personally curious as to how your music choice may differ between AUs, if it does. See if the characters may have different "theme music" depending on the AU and how it plays - all pun intended - into who they are.) 💕

Questions for Fic Writers Meme

Oh good lord, this might be a lengthy, link-filled ramble, please settle in and don't mind the abundance of '80s music *cracks knuckles* Once again, putting under a cut to save everyone's dashes!!

I have certain songs for scenarios I have planned/written, if that makes sense. For the general more canon goings-on, I tend to harken to the game's soundtracks - for example, if I'm writing Aerith and Reilena walking home from the Sector 5 train station, I'll have Hollow Skies playing to get me in the mindset, with it flowing into a soft variation of Aerith's Theme, or if it's a scene set in the 7th Heaven, then it's a mix of Tifa's Theme melding into general bar ambience.

And then there's times in which the song and the scenario just. make. sense. to me. Like... this specific version of The Nightmare Begins is what I'm using for when I write his and Reilena's confessions to each other, before they sleep together for the first time. Does that make sense? In general, probably not!, because it's sad as hell and this song legit made me sob the first time I heard it on its own and not in the background of a Machinabridged episode. It still does at times, because it's so gorgeous and tragic (and I am biased, for this is Vincent we're talking about, lol).

BUT. Listening to it again, I can see them both sitting together quietly in the flowers at Sector 5, Meteor still overhead, with her softly telling her life's story to him, and the first swell is when she confesses; when the song restarts in a sense, I see him trying to gather his thoughts while responding to her as best he can, because he knows how he feels, but he still can't SAY it, and when the music swells again, that's when he murmurs her name, and when she looks over, he leans in and kisses her, letting that speak for him; she returns the kiss, they deepen it, with them leaning into each other, holding each other, and the song ends as they part and she asks him in a whisper if he'll stay the night with her.

SO THERE'S THAT, TOO. It's very vivid in my mind, and it fits for me.

Another song for them - well, for Vincent in particular, when he's trying to figure out his feelings for Reilena - is Whitesnake's Is This Love. I even used it as a title for one of the pieces I wrote... dealing with this very thing, lol.

(Still of the Night is another Whitesnake song that makes me think of them, but this is when they're having a spicier, more Chaotic time~)

You might have seen my mini-ramble on the bird app about a feral Aerith telling a summon to tear a monster to shreds for hurting her friends? In This Moment's Big Bad Wolf is what gave me that imagery, and it's also a song I'm using as the backdrop for a miniseries I'd like to write of each member of the VII family going absolutely feral at some point during battle (if you click the link, there's a lot of flickering in the music video, so just listen to the song if that's better for you).

And then there's another miniseries I'd like to write titled "Good Night," and it would be about five (maybe six; five for certain) parts, each involving Vincent with someone, with the arc words in each piece being "good night," and just how good of a night it is... varies a lot (I'm sorry Vincent, I love you, I promise the final part is Very Good to you). Each piece has its own soundtrack, and fingers crossed I can get it started soon, as I have it outlined already, with each piece and song decided:

Part 1 is Come Undone, by Duran Duran. Part 2 is I Can't Make You Love Me, by Bonnie Raitt. Part 3 is both MONSTERS by Shinedown, and Mein Teil by Rammstein. Part 4 is Close My Eyes Forever by Lita Ford & Ozzy Osbourne. Part 5 is both Is This Love, and Listen to Your Heart by Roxette.

...I don't think I answered this correctly, as I kinda just went on a ramble about music and writing and hi. Let me know if there's specifics you'd like, and I'll answer them as best as I can... and try not to ramble too much! ♥

(I really need to sit and make an ACTUAL playlist for my writings and the AUs, yeesh)

#asheanon #thanks for the ask!#as i notice you asked about songs differing for AUs and yes they do i forgot to ramble about that here i'm so sorry!#i hope this was entertaining though and that it made an iota of sense somehow ♥#t h e m #vinrei

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benjaminthewolfnsfw · 1 year

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Whitesnake: Melt Your Heart, Melt Your Mind, Melt Your Body (Vore Story)

When I first saw that Whitesnake: Melt Your Heart scene in the anime, I immediately went to search up vore-related content inspired by it. I was positively flabbergasted, however, when I could not find anything at all. So, I decided to make some myself. Enjoy!

WARNING: GOOEY DIGESTION

(I think I am FINALLY getting a proper grasp on writing gooey digestion btw, so yeah, I am super happy about that!)

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“...Stone…Free…” Jolyne weakly called out, whilst desperately attempting to bring out her stand. Thanks in part to the bone that Emporio had previously given her, the newly transferred inmate had been able to escape the dream which Whitesnake, although currently unknown to Jolyne, had put her under, leaving her awake and well aware of the true nature of her true situation as a result. If she were unable to escape the visitation room soon, however, this would not remain the case for very long.

As Jolyne’s remaining energy only continued to drop, the slimy, white, gurgling, acidic goop stuck to her body went on to melt even deeper into her skin, utterly engulfing the cells, and further depleting her ability to resist. The still unseen Whitesnake knew, however, that more important than preventing her resistance, was keeping Jolyne away from his target.

Jotaro Kujo had met with his daughter inside the prison visitation room not even thirty minutes ago, and just like Jolyne, had unknowingly fallen within the trap of Whitesnake. Unlike Jolyne, however, Jotaro was yet to awaken, and as a result lay unconscious and unmoving on the other side of the table, utterly smothered with Whitesnake’s melting goo, and utterly unable to be reached.

Jolyne heaved her breaths in and out as she once again attempted to use her stand. “...Stone…Free…” she practically choked on her own tightened throat as she extended her stand’s blue thread out over the table towards her sleeping father. Jolyne’s body, mind, and spirit strained profusely in accomplishing this task, causing her to clench her fist vigorously around Emporio’s bone in order to once again receive pain from its sharpness, in an attempt to block out her weariness. Finally, Stone Free became strung around Jotaro’s arm, leaving Jolyne with nothing else to do other than tighten the hold. If she could successfully do this, there was a significant chance that Jotaro would be snapped out of his dream, a chance which Jolyne knew she must clutch even harder than the bone.

In the meantime, however, the gooey, white walls around the room, as well as the somehow still functioning light fixture hanging upon the ceiling, only continued to melt from the slimy digestive juices slathered generously across their form, dripping the goopy contents down towards the ground, where it subsequently started to pool. A light ambiance of growling and glorping positively enveloped the air around its occupants, whilst the temperature therein continuously rose slow and gently. A considerable glob of goop proceeded to plummet from the ceiling and land upon Jolyne’s back, just as her stand, Stone Free was finally able to cause Jotaro to start bleeding out.

“Ungh!” Jotaro grunted out in a disturbed, slightly startled tone.

Jolyne, now that her father was awake, proceeded to release Stone Free from his arm, before causing the stand to disappear entirely into her body. She now needed to focus on getting the two of them out of the room, and in order to do that, Jotaro would first have to understand what was happening.

“J-Jolyne…” Jotaro suddenly stammered out after taking a few seconds to reorient himself. “Is this reality?”

Jolyne silently gave her dad a blink before responding. “I wish I could say that it wasn’t, but I can’t…this is in fact the real world.” she murmured softly in response.

“I see…” Jotaro stoically replied in his usual deep tone. “Our stamina is being exhausted fast from this goo. I don’t know who or what is behind it, but it certainly isn’t Johngalli A.”

Johngalli A., user of the stand Manhattan Transfer, had been using the thing’s aerodynamic sensory capabilities to track down Jolyne and Jotaro, so he may be able to line up a shot all the way in the men’s prison. They had become utterly straightforward pickings by this point, being ensconced deep within Whitesnake’s gooey, gurgling trap of a acidic-slime-coated visitation room, and both of the wakened victims knew from this fact that they needed to escape right away, in order to avoid this deathly fate.

“Jolyne…” Jotaro’s voice slightly wavered from how drained the man was. “Can you bring out your stand…just a little?”

Jolyne shakily bit down on her lower lip. “I…don’t know if I can…” she was ultimately forced to admit.

Jotaro slowly gave a grunt of comprehension. “I see. Then in that case…” he eventually continued on whilst clenching his fists in determination and steadily bringing out Star Platinum.

Jolyne was only able to watch as Star Platinum progressively became more and more solid, until at last, the stand was opaque enough to be able to interact with physical objects. Jolyne, having only become a stand user recently, was not entirely aware of this distinction quite yet. It was for that exact reason, then, that it came as even more of a surprise when Star Platinum finally made a move.

“ORA!” Jotaro hollered out as his stand sent an utterly unhesitatingly brutal punch straight into Jolyne’s side, causing her to instantly get yeeted into the the visitation room door. Jotaro presumed that doing so would give the two of them an opportunity to escape, so they could finally get out of this prison. Rather unfortunately for them both, however, instead of also getting flung into hyperspace and leaving a great gap in its wake, the visitation room door simply stretched out like rubber, causing Jotaro to gasp from realization.

Successfully absorbing the impact as a result of this, the visitation room door then proceeded to fling back with a rather fine yeeting of its own. Bounding poor Jolyne all the way over to the other side of the room, the similar resulting impact upon the opposite wall left her splashing straight down into the goopy, liquid-covered floor, something which also appeared to be made of the same material as the walls.

“Whatever or whoever is behind this…must have considered this before…” Jotaro finally commented whilst his daughter remained still in irritation.

“....uuuuuuuurrrrrrgh…” Jolyne at last let out with a groan, as the relatively shallow pool of present goop began sloshing over onto her being. “Thank you, captain obvious! Now do you mind pulling me out of this gunk?”

Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Jotaro once again began struggling to bring out Star Platinum, in order to rescue the fallen Jolyne. It wouldn’t take very long, however, before he was once again halted from his goal.

“You’d be best holding onto your remaining sliver of strength, Jotaro Kujo.” an unknown voice suddenly spoke, their voice echoing around the chamber walls, all amidst the constant gurgles and growls. “And the same goes for you, as well, Jolyne.”

“Unh-urng-STAR PLATINUM!” Jotaro immediately cried out, practically forcing himself to bring out his stand, in preparation for a coming fight.

“...it seems that my master had heard correctly…” the voice responded quite calmly. “...you Joestars really are extremely stubborn when it comes to admitting defeat. Very well then, I suppose I shall just have to end this right now.”

“...w-who are you?” Jolyne breathlessly asked, her lungs significantly struggling to take in yet another bout of precious air. “...and who is your master as well?”

“Hmph. Well, I suppose if I am to bring the both of you to your deaths, it would only be fair for me to reveal my name.” there proceeded to be a slight pause, before the voice had made up their mind.

"Listen well then, for my name is Whitesnake. My master’s identity, however, shall forever remain as a secret.”

Jolyne’s strength continued to falter as the acidic goop around her continuously slathered her form.

“J…Jolyne…” Jotaro attempted to heave out to his daughter.

Jotaro was still desperate to find a means of escape, even as his body slumped down onto the desk. Star Platinum had completely disappeared by this point, and he was unsure if he could manage to even manage to bring out the stand anymore, with his energy rapidly depleting due to the goop. Still, Jotaro resolved to stay awake. He absolutely refused to give up until he knew that their options were zero. He had no doubt been in similar situations before, yet no matter how many battles he scoured, he still could not find an applicable answer.

Jotaro’s attention would soon be snapped away from this search, however, as he suddenly felt something warm and slimy brushing up against his cheek. Instinctively diverting his eyes towards the side, Jotaro was suddenly jolted with yet another bout of realization.

“...since when…” Jolyne mumbled out. “...since when did the room get so much smaller?”

Poor Jotaro’s body went on to heat up significantly, partially due to the mortal terror that had been slowly seeping into his brain, and partially because of the natural warmth that was to be present inside where he knew they now were.

“...no…Jolyne…look closer…” Jotaro feebly replied.

Jolyne gave a subtle noise of confusion before gazing about her field of view. Almost immediately, she noticed what Jotaro had prior.

“...the walls…the walls…they’re not just dripping…” she immediately vocalized her thoughts despite her draining reserves. “...they’re…they’re…WAIT…W-WHERE’S THE DOOR?”

It was right there and then, within that singular moment, that everything finally clicked.

“THIS IS…THIS IS A…WE’RE INSIDE OF A…”

The rapidly churning, soft walls proceeded to tighten in further and periodically slosh about its contents as Jolyne simply processed reality.

“...so you’ve finally figured it out, haven’t you?” Whitesnake mockingly commented. “I hope you both understand, then, that there is no hope to escape from within me. Both of your bodies are now destined to melt down to gooey mush deep inside of my stomach. I highly suggest you lie down, now, and get out your final goodbyes.”

The shifting, smoothened walls of Whitesnake’s heated, gurgling gut proceeded to tighten in even further, leaving hardly any room for Jotaro to lift up his head from his position onto the desk, and forcing the formerly shallow body of liquid that had been helping to digest Jolyne, to form into a considerably deeper swirling pool, leaving the poor woman without any room to breathe one could speak of. Her instincts kicking into overdrive as she vigorously raised up her head, Jolyne splattered the thing’s sopping form up against the slick, pillowy walls of the stomach, an action which proved to be the one to empty her energy.

Jolyne was not even able to close her eyes before her body drifted into unconsciousness, leaving the gaze frozen and still with the deep-set horror and desperation of its formerly conscious, dying owner, full on display for her father. That was the moment when Jotaro finally caved in.

“Rather wise decision there, Jotaro. Now you will go out in peace.” Whitesnake cooly addressed the poor man. “...and now, there is nothing in my way of doing this.”

Squelching in slightly more in order to gain a slight grasp upon Jotaro’s unmoving left hand, Whitesnake went on to engulf the thing within the walls entirely.

“It's much faster to do this from the head, but here, there’s no need to rush.”

Whitesnake proceeded to focus with a rising sense of thrill in his being on bringing the disks out of Jotaro. Upon being able to sense two slim, cold, metallic objects lying against the walls of his stomach, he immediately gave a pleased smile.

Without skipping a beat, Whitesnake began phasing the items through the rumbling layers of the chamber, before at last pulling them out the rest of the way with his fingers the moment that they could be seen upon the other side.

“...at last…” the stand lamented to himself. “...at long last, they are mine in my grasp.”

Heaving out a cathartic sigh as he readjusted himself against the form of the visitation room walls, Whitesnake gave a contented pat over his giant, bulging stomach, churning away his two victims whilst it casually rested upon folded legs.

“...and now…” Whitesnake continued on. “...there is only one single thing left to do.”

Deep within the churning gut of the stand holding Jotaro and Jolyne’s bodies captive, the white, viscous stomach acid was finally able to melt down its prey unimpeded. Both of the Joestars’ gooey bodies were positively dripping forth cells and cloth by this point, the searing, sloshy acids seeping deep into their flesh. Layer after layer of skin, muscle, and blood became melted away and transformed by the slimy goo, breaking down the recognizable traits of their bodies as more and more slush of their cells pooled into the liquid contents of the stomach.

Even the metal and wood desk and chair which Jotaro had been laying upon weren’t safe from the brutality. The legs of the objects were barely able to hold themselves straight anymore, due to their structures melting down, ultimately causing themselves, as well as Jotaro himself, to take the deep plunge inside the sloshing pool as well. Now having joined with his daughter, Jotaro’s goopy body could hardly keep its own form intact as it continued to melt and fall apart. Finally, it simply collapsed upon itself and became a mere pile of mush. The multi-colored glob of cells and cloth were then broken further along with the equally as digested remains of Jolyne, swishing and swirling around inside the unforgiving chamber.

Eventually, however, nothing at all was still left. The only trace that remained of the two living humans locked inside the deathly trap of the stand Whitesnake was merely a homogenous, soupy, cellular chime.

Rubbing both hands firmly across his protruding, growling gut, Whitesnake absorbed the disks back into a different part of his body, in order to ensure they were safe, before tranquility closing his eyes. Laying himself back against the wall with a smile, Whitesnake thus began the process of gleefully enjoying his prize. His prize that was the remnants of two of the formerly living descendants of Jonathan, churning helplessly away in his stomach. Able to impede the plans and progression of his stand master, Pucci, yet far more importantly, his stand master’s master of DIO, no more.

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vicekings · 1 year

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♫ + blackwall!!

god the most dad rock man of all time. I have to say Here I Go Again by Whitesnake.

Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same.

#ask #ask meme #hungry hobbits #blackwall

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alba8688 · 26 days

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Love hurts

Word count :3356

Warning.⚠️18+ minors DNI

H-how d-did you know it was my birthday ?" Eddie asked stunned eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

"You know how I always check my calendar at school where I have all my students' birthdays . Well that's how I saw your birthday was today ,and I wanted to surprise you ,I-I talk to Dustin." I stop talking when I saw his eyes widen but then I realized I said Dustin I really need to keep my mouth shut "but-but he just told me that you didn't like big parties s-so I just made you this here at home ."His face relaxes a bit when I don't mention anything about his birthday.I wouldn't want him getting mad at Dustin for telling me really personal stuff .I just rather wait for him to tell me.''a-are you mad ?" I ask him nervously looking down at my fingers trying not look at his eyes afraid of what the outcome might be .I started panicking when he didn’t answer he was just staring blankly down at me I could feel his eye son me .

I look up at him his eyes still on me .OH MY GOD !!!Yeah he is mad ,i definitely made him mad because he was not responding .I should have respected his wishes,but no!!! I had to go all out and make him a stupid surprise party after I knew how much he hates his birthday.

But I just wanted to make this day special for

Him ,Yup he is probably is mad,he is not even talking he is just standing there frozen looking around the apartment .Shit I fucked up I shouldn't have done anything for him .

Jesus Christ i'm so stupid ,i'm so stupid .I felt tears falling down my cheeks now.

Why the fuck was i crying ?

Oh yeah!!! Because I'm so fucking stupid that's why ...

"Hey, Love don't cry " Eddie says cupping my face I close my eyes so he wouldn't see how stupid I felt ."I love it thank you ." He cooed pecking my lips softly

"You do ." I said softly, opening my eyes to look at him, tears falling down my cheeks .

"Yes ,I just can't believe you did all of this for me ,you went all out ." He smiles pulling me closer by my hips .His hands sliding to my ass and under the shirt .

"Fuck !!" He says in a low voice when he realizes I wasn't wearing any panties .

"Happy birthday ." I said in a flirty voice and crashed my lips on him, bringing my hands up to his hair and running them through his curls .He opened his eyes looking down at me .

Right now I must look shorter to him because I wasn't wearing no heels like I usually do .

Probably looking like an elf next to him .

"Be my birthday gift ."he whispers

Be his birthday gift??holy shit that was hot.

I need a fan to cool Me down .

But then again he can cool me down .

"Ok." I whisper, biting my bottom lip just because I know what it does to him and I love teasing him .

He smiles, "I'm gonna enjoy unwrapping you ." He leans in biting my neck slightly probably leaving a fucking mark that I'm gonna have to cover tomorrow for school .

I giggle like an idiot feeling my stomach do flips ,feeling like a stupid school girl .Why the fuck did Eddie make me feel This way ?

I drop my head on his shoulder laughing,and blushing so much my face feels hot .

"What?" He laughs and kisses my neck feeling my toes curl .

A/nYou can play "is this love ." By whitesnake .I was listening to it while I wrote the following part ...

He takes my hand in a swift motion leading me to the room.

As soon as we walk in ,his lips meet mine, kissing me gently at first .But suddenly we both deepen the kiss as two hungry wolves devouring their prey,pressing harder against each other.Afraid we where both going to disappear making this all a dream.His hands travel down my waist and he pulls me closer ,leaving no gap in between us ,just our bodies align perfectly to each other .

Just the way I like it .

My hands slowly go to his neck and up his hair tangles in his curls .

Both of our eyes are close, not wanting to open them, just enjoying the feeling of being touched by each other.Enjoying the only time we get to be alone like this together like a couple . The only time I get to have Eddie for me the only time I can show him how much he means to me .i just can explain how much this man means to me I know it might be wrong to feel this way for him but right now I don’t care, because This euphoric feeling I feel Every-time Eddie kisses me or touches me something only he could make me Feel.

Eddie’s hands all over my body traveling down to my ass squeezing it slightly .Then up to my waist ,then back up to the back of my neck pulling my head to the side giving him access to my neck and kissing it making me moan just by his lips touching my skin .

"Hmmm." He hums"I love those sounds you make." He says in a low voice sending shivers down my back .

Eddie kisses the soft spot behind my ear taking my earlobe in between his lips .I grab the hem of his shirt and pull him into me making us both fall to the bed Eddie on top of me .

He kisses my lips quickly sliding his tongue onto my mouth without a care that we had just fallen down to bed .

His hand slides down to the bottom of my shirt pulling it up and taking it off leaving me completely naked with him on top of me .

He stands hovering over me looking down at me

With eyes full lust .

"Take your clothes off ." I said softly, interrupting his moment, staring at my naked body .

He didn't even think about it twice taking his clothes off just like the flash leaving him completely naked in-front of me .

I Lift myself on my elbows admiring the view that's in-front of me and to be honest it was the perfect view anybody could ask for .

Eddie moves back to his old position biting my neck gently making me gasp ,then moving down to my collarbone and down to my breast taking my nipple on his mouth, biting it gently, his hand massaging my other breast .

His hand then slides down in between my legs to the spot that I ve been aching to be touched moving his fingers slowly on my clit making me a moaning mess .

"Fuck I love the sounds you make just for me ." He says in a low and sultry voice that fucking voice I love and it makes me weak .

"So good." I moan "Eddie I need you inside of me please ." I begged

I heard him chuckle and the next thing I know he is inside of me ,he starts thrusting slowly .

But I want him to go faster .

"Faster ." I moan

"Not today sweetheart,I want to take my time with you ."

"Ok." I managed to say .

If Tonight he wants to take it slow.Well that's ok with me because tonight Eddie is making love to me .And I couldn’t complain at all.

Eddie leans down and kisses my lips sliding his tongue into my mouth .Both moaning into each other's mouth.

"I love you ." He whispers in between kisses.

"I love ....mmmm...you too ." I can barely speak of how good he is making me feel .

I was supposed to be his birthday gift but I think I'm enjoying it too much right now ..

"Fuck you feel amazing ." He groans.

He grabs my right leg wrapping it around his waist and by now his thrusting is becoming sloppier and I know he is close and I am dam close as well .

"I'm gonna cum." I moan feeling my walls tightening around his length .

"Fuck sweetheart ." He says not being able to hold himself any longer cumming deep inside of me.

I should really stop him from coming inside of me but it just feels so good ..

........

"Have you seen the cake ?" I ask Eddie excitedly once we were all changed back into our clothes .

"You got me a cake ?" He walks behind me wrapping his hands around my waist and watches me open the cake resting his head on my shoulder.

"Holy shit that's the hellfire logo !!!." He says ,well he almost shouts in my ear when he saw

It "Thank you ." He whispers in my ear then bites it so softly .

"Do you like it ." I ask him

"I love it ,thank you ." He flips me around to face him and pecks my lips .

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After eating our dinner we decided to open gifts first. I gave him the gifts Dustin and Gareth had brought .

Gareth had gotten Eddie a new Metallica tee ,Lucas some band pins for his vest ,Jeff got Eddie new strings for his guitar and some guitar picks ,Mike got him some new red and black D&D dice and last but not least Will had made Eddie a painting of Eddie fighting a dragon and in small Letters it said "Eddie The Banished ."

He really loved his gifts and ended up messaging everyone on his Hellfire group

HGC:thank you for all the gifts. He had sent to the group chat they have.

The kids thought Gareth and Jeff had taken them to his house .

They had no idea about the surprised Dustin and Gareth had planned. Or the fact that Eddie would be spending his birthday with me at my apartment .

We couldn’t tell them we couldn’t tell anyone about us even though it hurt me to hide our relationship.Even if we had to hide our love in this four walls of my apartment .I stare at Eddie taking pictures of his gifts and sending them to his uncle Wayne .he looks so damn happy like a little kid and I love that but I’m also afraid that one day he is going to get tired of us hiding our relationship from the world .

I’m so damn afraid of that I wouldn’t know what to do if that was ever to happen.

“Hey .” Eddies voice era me out of my thoughts “are you okay ?” He ask worriedly

“Yeah .” I smile nodding my head .He smiled back at me and took my hand up to his lips and kiss it softly .That right there always makes me melt making me blush like a damn tomato .

“Ok now for my gift. “I say softly ,Hopefully he likes it .I stood up slowly and went to the room to get the gift out of my purse. while he answered his phone.it must be one of the kids or uncle Wayne so I took this chance to get his gift .

When I came back he was sitting down on the floor criss-cross looking at all his gifts and fixing them to take a picture of them .

But this moment was precious. I wanted to capture how happy Eddie looked .

I took my phone out, putting it on silent and snapped a picture of him but forgetting to turn off the flash .He turned his head to look at me and smiled .

"Stalker much ." He jokes

"Oh shut up ,I've seen the pictures on your phone you have of me that you took while in class and you call me a stalker."

His eyes widen and he stands up picking me up from my waist and throws me on his shoulder spinning me around trying to avoid the conversation of the many pictures he has of me .That he has taken while I’m teaching or bending down or wearing y damn glasses.

"Eddie!!!" I scream "put me down !!! I just ate !!" I scream again but this time I started laughing because I pulled down his boxers making him stop spinning me .

"Nice ass Munson ." I wink at him picking up the gift from the floor I had dropped it when he spun me around .

"Damn girl, buy me dinner first jeez !!" He joked

"Hey!! I did buy you dinner so give me that ass."

"Never!!!" He shouts, putting his boxers back a up and covering his ass with both his hands .

I just shake my head and laugh .Being with Eddie is never boring, he always makes me laugh even when I'm down .

Ok,now to give him my gift crossing my fingers for Him to like it .

"Ok baby time for my gift please don't be mad ok ." I bit my lip nervously passing the small box wrapped in black paper to Eddie "Wait, I thought the guitar picks and the Yoo-hoo was my gift ?" He grabbed the gift and unwrapped it while talking to me ."Well ,yeah, part of the gift ." I smile

He raised an eyebrow then looked down at the now unwrapped gift seeing the blue box opening it slowly it felt like he was opening it in slow motion .

"Jesus Christ !!" He gasps "Do you like it ? I know your red guitar pick necklace broke so I bought you this one. I mean if you like ,I can help you put the pick on it or we can take it to the jewelry store so they could do it for you ." I started talking nonstop ,mainly because I was nervous that Eddie didn't like it. He just kept staring at it then at me opening his mouth then closing it .

"Sweetheart I-I can't take this ." He finally says

"Why ?!?" My voice sounded like I was about to cry.Well I was about to cry .

"Because this looks like it's worth more than my van ." He says, closing the small box and giving it back to me ,but I push it back to his hands "Eddie I got it for you ,I-It doesn't matter how much it was please take it ."

"I-I can't, I'm sorry Dani ." He pushes the small box back to me but I push it back ,we continue doing this for another few minutes until I got tired .

"But ." He started talking ,but I put my index finger on his lips "it's ok Eddie take it ." He smiles and opens the box again "can you help me put my guitar pick?" He finally gives up and He gets up and runs to the room getting his other necklace from the room .

We had a little bit of trouble putting the pick but after a while we finally were able to put it .

"Sweetheart, how much was it? I promise I'll pay you back ." He says looking down at the necklace in his hands

"It's a gift I can't tell you the price ,plus I got a discount just know that I'm gifting it to you from my heart ." I peck his lips softly "thank you for everything you do for me ,also ." He stops and looks down at the necklace then back at me ."Wayne told me you paid for the past due bills he had."

Shit!! I told Wayne not to say anything to Eddie because I know Eddie was gonna want to pay me back and I wasn't asking for money in return I did it because When Wayne came looking for Eddie one night it reminded me of my mother when she wasn't able to pay for our bills right after our father left ,I wish I could have help her then but i wasn't able too because I was just a kid.But today now that I have a stable job and with the app going really well I'm able to help my mom ,and now I'm also able to help Wayne and I'm glad I did and I would do it again in a heartbeat just to see him smile and not to have stressed about past bills .

That night that Wayne was here in the apartment talking to me while we waited for Eddie he was a mess he was stressing especially because he hadn't work for two weeks because he was laid off ,which I didn't think It was fair .Giving the years he had working there just for them to kick him out to the curb .

But I helped him get a job at the hospital with my mom as a security guard. It paid more than at the plant .

I made him promise not to tell Eddie anything but I guess Eddie must have asked him how he was able to pay for all the past bills .

"I promise I'll pay you back Dani ." Eddie tells me ,exactly what I thought he was gonna say

"No ,Eddie, take it as a birthday gift please ." I say softly .

Eddie sits down in the couch slouching back ,so I think the conversation is over so I start picking up the wrapping paper on the floor and throwing into a trash bag .

"Dani ?" Eddie says softly

"Yea." I respond

"Where did you get all that money from ?If it's not too much to ask ?Please don't tell me you asked Liam for money ." He says standing up from

The couch then walked my way and helped me by holding the trash bag.

"Oh No I didn't, I would never ask him for money ." I chuckled

"Then ?!?" He looks at me

"Liam and I have an app on the AppStore that helps Students with their homework we have live operators that can help you 24/7 ,we came out with these idea back when we were both in college and Liam just recently last year launch the app and it's going really good right now it's in the top 5 in the AppStore making really good money ."

I finally stopped talking feeling a great relief that I was finally able to tell Eddie .

"Wow !" Was all he says and walks away to sit in the couch

"Eddie :" I said softly drying my hands on the kitchen towel

"Why didn't you tell me ?" He ask looking at me

"I promise I was gonna tell you but every time I would try to bring it up something would happen or in New York you found out about Nate ,I was gonna tell you everything back in New York I promise Eddie please don't be mad ." I started panicking thinking Eddie would be mad of me keeping all these secrets from Him.

"I'm not mad sweetheart I'm just like wow ,I mean that's really something and Thank you so much for Helping Wayne ,but I promise I'll pay you back every single penny ." Eddie tells me again for the millionth time and I know he is not gonna stop until I agree .

"Eddie I swear is ok,if you want to pay me back just do it by being you and graduating and keep loving my son the way you do that's how you will pay me back ,also one question." He nods and raises an eyebrow ."Are you allergic to dogs ?"

Next chapter

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PART_1: L.O.V.E./ Chapter 2: Is this love?

Author's note: Fun facts: 1. On October 7th, 1987, when the moon was full, it was a Wednesday night. 2. “Is This Love” by Whitesnake was released in July 1987 in UK and October 1987 in the US.

The first months passed joyfully, as the happiness and pride Sheldon felt about his achievement were stronger than the negativity which was filling his life until then. It was the first time in his life where he managed to create something big and succeed to it. He felt like he had suddenly jumped into a sci-fi film. Soon though, his happiness about his creation turned into something else. There it was, that strange feeling. A feeling he had never experienced before.

That little security system with the sweet female voice did something to his young but tortured heart. Every little chat with her, made him forget how shitty things at school were and ease was nowhere to be found. He would sit at night and talk to her for hours about all his favourite stuff. When he was with Karen in his tiny room, he would never notice the time passing. One night, it happened.

April 1987.

"Well, that was it for today, my computer assistant. Goodnight!" he said while arranging the last book on the shelf. "Goodnight, Mr. Plankton!" She responded. He put her on sleep mode and headed to bed. He turned and looked at her. Her screen was plain, it looked like a dead man's electrocardiogram when she was on hold, but it was so oddly beautiful. Her design was a bit messy, but had such grace. The sound of her voice gave him such joy and always calmed him down when he was in distress and the cute beeping sounds she makes while she is talking or processing data were like music to his ears. A small smile started showing on his face. When he realized his thinking, he instantly snapped out of it. He couldn’t believe that sequence of thoughts he just made. But he decided to dodge the thought. "Never mind…" he sighed and tucked himself in, after turning the light off.

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And the days kept going. Summer ended and the new school year started. One more year in hell. One last year in hell. Soon the nightmare would end and a new life awaited as soon as he would graduate. He would go to college, get a degree, start his own business and rule the world of marketing with his crazy innovative gadgets. But for now, he was still stuck there, having to deal with people’s bullshit.

Sometimes, he was thinking if it was really worth it to serve all these morons with his science. But creating things that make life easier was something he really enjoyed. He loved finding old devices and giving them a new life, by turning them into something new. Working with machinery was what he did best and he was willing to get devoted to that, even if it meant to help people he didn’t like. Besides, the same people who mock him will be the ones needing his inventions in the future. Then, he will have the upper hand and they will be the ones below him, giving him their money to buy whatever he makes. So, he didn’t care at all. He would follow his dream and keep on doing the thing he loved the most.

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October 7th, 1987.

It was 4am. The small room was filled with smoke up to the ceiling and there was a dim light coming from the window. “Is This Love” by Whitesnake was playing quietly from the little transistor radio on the bookshelf.

It wasn’t new for Sheldon to stay up this late on a school night. He had so many things on his mind that gave him insomnia. All the pressure and the bullying from his classmates and being part of a big family with a cold and distant mother and a (mostly) absent father, whose favourite child is far from what he is, had him thinking what he had done wrong, why would he deserve this mistreatment. Tonight though, this wasn’t what kept him awake…

It’s been a couple of months since he last updated Karen’s software and almost a year since he first put her together. She felt now more like a girl in a box, than just a computer assistant. She could now “learn” things and generate ideas based on what information she gets. Conversations with her could last longer and have more meaning. It was a true wonder, but he couldn’t trust anyone to present it to. Besides, these narrow-minded fools wouldn’t even understand such advanced technology.

He looked through the window. It was a cold October night, but the sky was clear and the moon was full. Such a peaceful night, but still, he was sitting restless on the patterned carpet, creating clouds of smoke, and thinking about what was wrong with him. Maybe they were right. Maybe he was a freak. You can’t fall in love with a machine and be normal, can you?

This thought was on his mind all the time. It was so wired, how could this happen? It could just be loneliness, that sounded logical, but that was not the case. Even if he didn’t have a significant other so far, he never felt lonely, not even a bit. He had his best friend and that was enough for him. He had never fallen in love before and he never felt he needed anyone anyway. Besides, everybody would mock him and Eugene every day and they would always find an excuse to look down on them, so he had killed all good emotions long ago. He couldn’t figure out whether it was just a defense mechanism of his mind to the fact that nobody liked him for no reason or something more complicated. All he knew was that Karen made him feel something which was not hate or disgust or anger. She made him feel optimism, serenity, joy. And…love?

He knew the right thing to do at this point was to tell someone and definitely not his parents. It was the only way to rest his mind. So a couple of days later, he called his friend over, just like every weekend.

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The two friends sat on the roof. It was the most quiet place at home, and their favourite hiding spot. It was cold, but that didn’t bother them. Eugene pulled out of his backpack the six pack of beer they stole earlier from the store of the gas station, at the border of the city. They both enjoyed the adrenaline of little innocent crimes like that. “You look like something bothers you. Did those bastards beat you up again?” Said Eugene, while opening two cans. “No, they had more important shit to do, I guess. I’m fine, really.” He took a sip of his beer. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but don’t start mocking me.” He looked nervous. “Okay, I swear. No mocking.”

“Let’s see, where to start…umm, well, you know, all these years, I thought I wasn’t attracted to any girls because I was too young or I just hadn’t found the “one” or something like that, but as it seems, that’s not the case.”

“So, you’re saying you’re-” Eugene’s eyes lightened up for a brief moment, but the thought died before it was even born: “No! Don’t say that. Let’s say I have a…special taste in women. I might like them less human and more…electronic? I know, it sounds weird, but there’s something more to this.” Eugene raised his eyebrows with question. Sheldon continued: “To be honest, I like Karen. I like her, you know, as a...girl? There’s just something about her... I don’t know.”

“Are you really that desperate to get a girlfriend?” He let a small laugh out. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut up.”

“You don’t understand, I really thought of it. Women are a waste of time. They are so damn complicated. They always ask for too much…and let’s be honest, none would bare me anyway. But this is different. I can’t explain how I feel when I see her. You can call me crazy, but I think I- I think I love her. That’s top secret though. Only you and I know it. I don’t want to give them more stupid reasons to make fun of me.” Sheldon explained, while putting out his cigarette and throwing it away. Eugene wouldn’t believe him if he hadn’t witnessed how different his behaviour is around that computer. The inevitable thought hit him: “Wait. How are you going to- You know what? Nevermind. If that’s how you feel, I can’t stand in your way. I’ll support you, whatever crazy shit you do.” He took a moment to gaze at the stars and continued: “You’re not very good at hiding your feelings, are you?”

“What do you mean?” Sheldon asked nervously.

“You act strangely when we’re around that thing and you literally shout at me whenever I try to use it- I mean, ‘her’ as if she really were your girlfriend, or something... You didn’t realize, did you?”

“Shit.” He drank the rest of the beer like water and looked straight ahead in the distance, with an empty look in his eye. Eugene gave him some time.

“What’s going on with me? This isn’t normal, it can’t be. Come on, be honest with me. You believe I’m paranoid too, don’t you?” he looked at his friend with wet eyes. Eugene tried to calm him down: “No, no. Paranoid is a bit too much. You’re just a crazy little man, with his crazy ways. But you know what? You’re the smartest guy I know, you can do magic with all these gizmos. So, what if you’re crazy? You are my best friend, and I don’t care whether you are normal or not. I would never say you’re paranoid just because you fell in love with a computer. You’re just…a bit special. But that’s not always bad.” This wasn’t what he wanted to say at all. It was true, but not how he really felt. But two contrasting confessions would be a disaster at any time, let alone in this case. So he just swallowed his feelings and decided to change the heavy atmosphere, by smiling and patting on his friend’s head.

“Stop that! You know that’s annoying me!” Sheldon tried to fight Eugene’s huge, compared to him, hand. “I know, that’s why I do it, silly!” Eugene replied as he continued bugging him. Sheldon mumbled “I hate you…” in an ironic tone, while trying to fix his hair after the ‘torture’ stopped. “I hate you too, buddy. I hate you too…”

#sheldon j plankton #spongebob squarepants #plankton x karen #karen plankton #spongebob human au #fanfiction anthology #spongebob fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #eugene krabs #plankaren

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The House Of Villains

This is a fanfic for JJBA!

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Everybody lives, A Lot Of Shipping, Comedy/Humor, Human Stands (JoJo), More Tags To be Added,

I decided that moving my stories to here could be a good idea, so here you go!

Prologue + Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 = Story So Far

I’ll post the other two soon enough...

Prologue: Welcome to the Neighborhood

They just moved in. They smiled, talking to each other about how fun this year here will be. The leader of the villainous household stepped out of the crowd a turned to them. "Alright, friends. We have a house to make ours and a new neighborhood to wander about. Now, first things first, introduce yourselves to the families we'll be living around."

The blonde in a suit walked over with the two pink haired men, one in a cut out sweater the other in a shirt that really revealed him, to the house on their right. The leader and his dark skinned friend stepped towards the first house with the purple haired man following behind. Both the purple haired guy and the leader held umbrellas above them, protecting them from sun rays. All while the remaining three gone into their new home.

Both parties knocked on their respective doors.

The door for the left house opened. The person who opened the door was a teen in a hat. He didn't say anything until after looking at all of them, then he sighed. The teen looked back into the house, and shouted. "Gramps! The neighbors are here!" Soon enough a young looking man happily stepped over to the door.

"Thank you, Jotaro." The teen known as Jotaro grunted in response to the man who responded to Gramps, though not looking the part. "Good morning, neighbors! Who might you fine fellows be?"

"I'm Dio, this is-" Dio was quickly cut off by the dark skinned guy.

He cleared his throat. "My name is Enrico Pucci. If you need any assistance with the lord, I may aide you."

"I'm Kars." The purple haired one smirked.

"Well, Dio, Enrico, Kars, welcome to the neighborhood! I'm Joseph Joestar and this is the Joestar Residence." A few people passed by but a woman stopped and smiled. "Oh, Holly, this a few of the new neighbors. Like your household, we have quite a few in this house too!"

"Ohayou gozaimasu! Or as one would say in English, good morning!"

Soon enough a few younger looking people rushed over to the new family. A boy with a pompadour, a blonde guy, a girl with black and green hair, and that same hat fuck. Why we already despise this Jotaro kid? We're honestly not sure ourselves. He just gives off some vibes that we really don't care for.

"Buongiorno, new friends. I'm Giorno." The blonde put his hand for Dio to shake. Dio gadly shook it.

The pompadour kid smiled. "I'm Josuke!" He waved.

"I'm Jolyne!" The green and black haired chick winked.

The Joestars that were introduced looked at Jotaro. "Yare yare daze, I'm Jotaro. Welcome to the neighborhood."

Joseph smirked. "That's everyone. I hope everything goes well this year together."

- Time Skip Brought to You By: Vampires and Co. next door -

When they all entered their home, they found a dusty, cobweb-filled, living room. "This is... something else..." The blonde man in the suit's eye twitched, feeling as though him and his cat wouldn't like this.

"I know Kira, it's a fixer-upper, but isn't it beautiful when looking past the dust and cobwebs? I'd say this house is perfect for us." Dio stared in wonder at the room with the fireplace and Victorian wallpaper. To him it was gorgeous, but to Kira and Pucci, it was something that required a lot of work to fix.

It's quite a house, but Dio has a point, it's perfect for them.

"Esidisi? Do you think this house is safe?" The redhead with two black horns asked with a serious facial expression and tone.

Esidisi, the one with white hair, nodded. "I believe so Santana, it makes me feel safer by the second." Santana tried to relax since his older friend said so.

The lighter blonde in a dark cyan crop top looked at his friend and wondered before asking. "Kars, what might you think about this new home?"

"Well, Wamuu," Kars paused. Wamuu knew his answer before Kars could even say. "It's perfect." Damn, Wamuu thought he would say the opposite. Though Wamuu thought it couldn't be worse, he knew even if he wanted out, he couldn't. He couldn't leave such a charismatic man and his family.

The pink haired boy in a purple cut out sweater looked his pink haired friend in the eyes as the man's green eyes pierced his. "Doppio, you're staring... Does that mean you want a kiss?" The pink haired friend smirked.

Doppio blushed at his previous boss. "Yes, Boss, if I may..."

"Call me Diavolo..." Doppio closed his eyes when seeing Diavolo close the distance, but opened his eyes when feeling a pair of lips kiss his forehead. Diavolo backed up and smiled. "There you go." Doppio forced a smile and thanked him.

"Okay lovebirds... let's get to cleaning." Dio said before a cleaning sequence shown as music played in the background.

(Just imagine the villains dusting, mopping, etc. while listening to something like Maniac by Flashdance)

- Time Skip Brought to You By: She's a maniac, maniac on the floor... -

"It's clean at last. Now, Killer Queen, you can come down." The pink cat that was on the shelf dropped down. Kira scratched behind her ear and gave her compliments, earning purrs from the feline.

Dio smiled to himself. Cats were superior to Dogs so he enjoyed hearing how good the strange-colored cat was. "Well now that it's clean we should bring out our friends and see how much they like it." Dio pulled out a tarot card from his pocket, setting on the freshly swept and mopped floor (Good thing it's dry).

*Poof*

Out of the card and yellow smoke came a muscular man with blond hair, a gold tank top, and baggy pants. His belt buckle was shaped like a heart, and on the back of his neck was the words 'The World' tattooed from shoulder to shoulder.

This Stand, known as The World, raised his eyebrow and stared at Dio. "Would you like to see my room?" Dio asked.

...

"Of course." He mumbled with his deep voice.

Dio smirked. "That's my World." Dio picked up the card and ambled towards the master bedroom.

When Dio left, Kira put a collar on Killer Queen. Once again...

*Poof*

The pink smoke cleared and revealed a neko girl with a pink tail, ears, and hair. She wore black everything: heels, shirt, gloves, skirt. Her hair was in twin tails, and her gloves along with her shirt and heels had belts connecting certain parts. "Nya! I can't wait to see your room Kira!"

Kira put on a smile like a proud dad. Yoshikage took the lead and went up one flight of stairs to his room. Once they entered, you could hear a squeal of approval.

Pucci took out a disc, put it into a DVD player and (you know the drill)..

*poof*

Crawling out of the TV like the girl from the Ring, came a dude in a black collar and mask along with a hoodie and skinny jeans, but you can't forget about his boots or his white hair or even the fake black crown. He took out the disc and gave it to the normal looking man.

"Let's check out my room, shall we, Whitesnake?" Enrico put his hand out and immediately it was taken by him. They gone up to the room across from Kira.

*Poof*

As soon as they went up the stairs Doppio and Diavolo rubbed a gem on a crown and suddenly a redheaded, green eyed, man in a red suit with black criss-crosses, stood up and let the crown fall onto his head.

"Come on King Crimson!" Doppio smiled.

"Let's go to our room." Diavolo looked at the King then gone up the stairs to their room.

Kars, Santana, Esidisi, and Wamuu sighed. "Let's Go." Kars demanded, all walking up two flights of stairs to the attic.

#jjba #human stands #jojo stands #jojo’s bizarre adventure #villain house #fanfic #fanfiction #jojo fanfic #jojo au #original story #story time

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Um okay I wrote a little self ship thing and you may perceive it <3

I dont think you need any context except theres some stone ocean spoilers and it takes place at the end of the kiss of love and revenge/limp bizket arc so yeah :)

If you asked Sweeney how he thought bodyguard duty was going to go, he would not tell you it would start off with a lot of awkward shuffling. He stood next to Hermes' hospital bed, quietly turning in circles holding a plastic chair. Damn thing had been an extra 30 bucks but its not like he was gonna stand the whole time.

The problem was whether or not to face Hermes. The last time they had seen each other they'd beat each other half to death. That wasn't really conducive to the current situation. Sweeney wasn't sure he could count on a chance to explain what he was doing here. So point for sitting faced towards Hermes. On the other hand, that was a good way to get punched in the face. But sitting faced away from her was a good way to get punched in the back of the head. Probably twice, Hermes was fast. But maybe from the back she wouldn't recognize him, that was a gamble he could take. Sweeney's thought process continued like that for a few more turns before he finally sat the chair down and locked eyes with Hermes.

"Um, how long have you been awake?" Sweeney asked nervously.

Hermes glared at him, slinging her arm over her forehead. "Give me one good reason why you're here."

"I'm...here to protect you from Whitesnake," Sweeney answered quickly, raising their arms just in case.

"Fuck off with that," Hermes spat and swung herself into a sitting position. "Kis-" she started before she began to sway. Hermes' Stand flickered in and out as she flopped back down on the pillows.

"You're injured! Please just lay back down, you need to rest. That's why...look I can go but Jolyne's in maximum security and F.F. thought she was in danger so I thought you might be and-"

"Why the hell did they..." Hermes mumbled.

"I saved their life," Sweeney said, sounding too proud for the situation.

"When?"

"You were all injured after you started chasing that guy and-"

"You saw that?"

"I followed you guys. You're the only thing that breaks up the monotony of this place."

"Why can't anyone stay out of my business?"

"Um, well, I can leave like I said but I think you need someone watching your back right now," Sweeney said. Hermes didn't respond, she had passed back out. Sweeney glanced at her. "I'm...gonna stay then, if that's okay."

He rubbed his barren chin, a foreign action when the makeup he could get in prison could barely stay on. And without it, he was a shitshow. But he hadn't had time to put his makeup on, up all night with thoughts of Hermes' business. He was tired of thinking about revenge at this point. The next day, Sweeney was bored out of his mind. Hermes had been passed out the whole time and he was tired of paying 50 bucks to stay each hour like he was using a fucking parking spot. He started wondering why he ever volunteered to get involved with this if it wasn't even going to be exciting.

This time he faced away from her, which he knew was a mistake when a sharp pain stabbed through his forehead.

"What the fuck was that?!" Sweeney and Hermes shouted at each other, ignoring the complaints of other patients. Sweeney swiveled around and straddled the back of the chair.

"You're not protecting me," Hermes accused Sweeney, one of Kiss' fists at the ready.

"What?" Sweeney asked, grabbing his head. Hermes pointed at the glowing yellow shards at the foot of her bed. "Jesus fucking Christ, I was trying to help you."

"By attacking me?"

"I," Sweeney paused, trying to avoid looking Kiss in the eyes, "I read it in a book once, that you know how cats purr? That that frequency is supposed to help people heal faster. I thought... I should realized how it would look, I should have asked."

Hermes dismissed her Stand, but didn't respond.

"Do you want another cat?" Sweeney asked.

"No, but..."

"What?"

"You're a pretty shitty assassin," Hermes said, more lightly than Sweeney expected.

"So you've realized I'm not here to kill you this time?"

"Yeah, you're... you're not like," Hermes mumbled to herself. Sweeney turned around, expecting that Hermes had passed out again. A few minutes later she spoke up. "I thought they didn't allow visitors here?"

"They don't. Worried about people well, taking advantage of the beds. That's why the going rate is so high. And unfortunately I had to pay straight prices after the guard took one look at me. It's coming out of my pocket, don't think F.F. fronted the bill."

"I didn't," Hermes said. Sweeney could hear laughter behind him. "But, hey, keep talking to me, okay? Last time I was in here I was asleep the whole time. I don't want to die of boredom after everything else that's happened."

Despite himself, Sweeney smiled. "Talking's what I'm good at."

#Um yeah this is just real quick because i wanted to write something because thats my resolution as much as i make them im trying to write #More and yeah :)#Um yeah :)#Jjba #Sweeney tag #......#Hernia tag

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corvidshipping · 3 years

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a self ship ask meme, but the questions are songs i associate with my f/os

not all questions might work for all people! some of these may be upsetting for some. please exercise thoughtfulness to individuals when you send these, and remember that each respondent has a 100% right to reject any ask they don’t feel comfortable answering, no matter what!

Carly Rae Jepsen - Favorite Color: Do you associate a color with your F/O(s)? If they have a canon favorite color or color association, is your association different from canon? Do you have a specific color you associate with your ship?

Porter Robinson & Madeon - Shelter: What about your F/O(s) makes you feel safe; conversely, what about you do you think would make your F/O(s) feel safe?

Sunmi ft. Lena - Full Moon: Imagine a monster AU for your relationship where one or more of you are monsters. What monsters would you be? How would you meet? What would be different?

Queen - Dreamer’s Ball: Do you ever dream about your F/O(s)?

Phil Collins - Sussudio: Pick up to three words that aren’t commonly associated with love or relationships to describe your ship (for example: serendipity, irreverence). Why these words?

ABBA - Lay All Your Love On Me: Is there anything in your F/O(s)’s canon that makes you jealous over them? Is your S/I a very jealous person?

BTS - Make It Right: How would your F/O(s) make it up to you after a fight? How would you make it up to them?

Rick Springfield - Jessie’s Girl: Does your F/O have a canon love interest? How does that fit into your relationship?

Oingo Boingo - Not My Slave: Is there any standard that your F/O(s) raised for you? Is there anything you realized you deserve from a relationship thanks to your F/O(s)?

Billie Eilish - everything i wanted: Is there anything your F/O(s) help(s) you deal with in real life? How do you think your F/O(s) would provide comfort for that thing if they were present?

Paramore - Proof: What is your “proof”- the thing about your F/O(s) that makes - or would make - you absolutely sure in your relationship, and willing to go beyond for them? What is your F/O(s)’s “proof”?

Red Velvet - You Better Know: What is something you wish you could tell your F/O(s), and make sure they knew it?

Tears for Fears - Head Over Heels: Are there any anxieties or fears that you’ve had to move past in your relationship with your F/O(s)? Do you think that you’re past them, or are you still working through them?

Lady Gaga - Stupid Love: Is there anything your F/O(s) specifically motivate you to do?

Reol - RE: What traits made you fall for your F/O(s) to begin with? Can you pinpoint the moment you realized, or was it less sudden and more of a slow slide?

Prince - 7: List 7 things you love about your F/O(s).

Allie X - That’s So Us: Describe your dynamic with your F/O(s), and what you think makes your relationship different.

Modern English - Melt With You: Imagine time suddenly stops indefinitely around you and your F/O(s), leaving you literally all the time in the world to do anything you can imagine. What do you do?

Whitesnake - Is This Love: Describe how you knew you were falling for your F/O(s).

OOHYO - Youth: If your F/O(s) and S/I met in childhood, talk about it! If not, what would your relationship story be like if you had?

f(x) - All Mine: Free space! This question is a free gush pass for the answerer, just go off about whatever you want involving your F/O(s)!

#paper_heart.txt #self ship #self shipping community #self ship ask meme #self ship ask game

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you-can-call-me-wanda · 3 years

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Drunken Ramblings

Pairing: David Coverdale x Reader

Author’s Note: I actually got to see Whitesnake at a festival a couple years ago! They were really good and David Coverdale still has a great voice :)

David always called you when he was like this.

He was drunk, way too drunk in your opinion. He was slurring his words and talking about nonsense. Why he always called you when he had too much to drink? You had no idea. But he did and you always answered. He was one of your best friends. Of course you were going to look out for him and it’s not like he got like this very often.

“David,” you said, interrupting his ramblings, “Where are you love?”

It was always the same when David called this late. He was shit-faced, and you needed to come pick him up. Several times you had asked him why he couldn’t call a cab or find someone else to take him home, but he always protested and demanded it be you.

He rattled off the name of a bar downtown. Thankfully, you knew which one he was talking about. It was nearly three in the morning, and you didn’t feel like driving around the city looking for an address you weren’t familiar with. It wasn’t like David was in any condition to give you directions.

“I’ll be there soon,” you replied shortly, before hanging up the phone. You didn’t even wait for David to say goodbye, knowing that if you did, you’d be on the phone for another fifteen minutes.

David was waiting for you outside when you pulled up outside the bar. He recognized your car immediately and waved enthusiastically from where he stood. You shook your head but couldn’t help but grin. As much as you hated to admit it, David was adorable when he was drunk. He was clingy, yeah, but he was funny and always in a happy mood. A bit like a child.

You hopped out of the car in order to help him into the passenger’s seat. He was already making his way over to you but was swaying and looked unsteady on his feet. You met him halfway to the car and swung an arm around his waist, helping him balance. He sent you a dazzling smile and you tried your best to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

You weren’t quite sure when exactly it happened, but at some point, you had fallen head over heels for your friend. His dimpled smile and curly mop of hair were always on your mind. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and his friendly touches left you wanting more. You had tried your hardest to push these feelings aside though. David was just a friend and you didn’t want to risk ruining what relationship you did have. It was for the best, you knew, that you kept your affection for the man strictly platonic.

“(Y/N),” David slurred as you did his seatbelt for him. “You’re here.”

You closed his door and slid into the driver’s seat before responding to him.

“Of course I’m here,” you said. “You called me, remember?”

“Yeah,” David giggled, resting his head against the seat and closing his eyes. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You just huffed out a small laugh as he fell silent. He was unusually quiet tonight. Normally, he was talking your ear off. You actually thought he had fallen asleep for a while before he piped up again.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, now looking at you as you drove him home.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“I love you.”

You pushed down any excitement caused by those three words. David was drunk. He didn’t love you and even if he did, he meant it in a way differently than you wanted him to. He wasn’t in love with you like you were with him.

“You’re drunk,” you mused as you pulled the car into his driveway. “You need to go to bed.”

David whined a bit in protest but allowed you to help him out of the car and through his front door. Once inside, you helped him slip off his shoes and coat and led him back to his bedroom. You had done this several times now and had the routine down. You would tuck him into bed, he would fall asleep within minutes, and then you’d go.

You managed to pull back the covers before he flopped down onto the bed face first. You rolled your eyes at his behavior and pulled the covers over him.

“Goodnight Dave,” you muttered, reaching over to flip off the light.

His hand reached up and stopped yours though, catching your wrist in his grasp.

“I meant it,” he mumbled, staring up at you intently.

“Meant what?” you asked, trying not to get lost in his gaze.

“What I said earlier. I love you. You’re so pretty and nice and you always help me get home and you smell good and your hair is soft. You’ve got beautiful eyes and you make me happy and you feel like home, y’know? Does that make sense? You feel like home (Y/N).”

“You’re drunk David,” you whispered, actually feeling a little heartbroken. You were excited to hear all this coming from him, but it hurt knowing that he didn’t really mean it and in the morning he wouldn’t even remember what he’d said. You’d rather have had him say nothing at all than get your hopes up like this, knowing he would only let you down when he was sober.

“I know,” he said sleepily, fighting back a yawn. “I just wanted to tell you.”

This time he didn’t stop you when you went to turn the lights out. In fact, he was already snoring when you did so. You leant down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before leaving to get back in your car and to your own home.

****

The next morning David called again. Well, technically it was the afternoon, but you had only just woken up. As much as you wanted to answer it, you didn’t. It wasn’t uncommon for David to call you during the day. He was one of your best friends and the two of you talked all the time. However, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous considering what he had said to you the night before. So you let it ring and go to voicemail, not ready to hear him apologize for all the meaningless chatter from the night before. You didn’t want to hear how it meant nothing. You didn’t want to hear him say that he didn’t actually love you.

He called you again twice that day and three times the next. He called you five times the day after that. You ignored it every time. You knew you were only making the situation worse, but you just couldn’t bear to talk with him.

After three days, he stopped calling and you weren’t sure why but that hurt even more.

****

The following night you were wallowing on your couch with a pint of ice cream. You were watching Scooby Doo reruns and moping when someone knocked on your door. You assumed it was the delivery man for the pizza you had ordered so you got up with a sigh and went to open the it.

Pulling open the door, you let out a small gasp at the sight of David on the other side.

“David?” you asked, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?”

David frowned at you. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” he countered.

You sighed through your nose. “I’ve been busy,” you lied.

David peered past you and into your living room. Three empty pints of ice cream sat on the coffee table in front of the couch covered in blankets and pillows. The TV was blaring the opening tune of The Flintstones.

“Yeah, you look real busy,” he said.

You stepped to the side and gestured for him to come in, not knowing what to say to him.

He stepped in and you closed the door behind him. He made his way to the living room and you followed after him awkwardly. He seemed upset with you and you didn’t know what to say.

“So,” he said, turning to face you again. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, playing dumb.

“Seriously (Y/N), why haven’t you been answering my phone calls?”

You looked down at the floor, a tad embarrassed. You fiddled with your hands nervously.

“(Y/N)?” David urged.

“You told me you loved me,” you mumbled, deciding to just come out with it.

“What was that?” David asked, unable to understand you.

“You said you loved me David!” you said, heightening your volume.

“I said I- wait, what?” was David’s eloquent response.

“You were drunk and you told me that you loved me and that I was great and smelled nice and, I don’t know, I just freaked out,” you said, feeling like you were vomiting your words. “I freaked out and I was scared to talk to you, so I didn’t answer your calls. I’m sorry David. I really am.”

David was staring at you, looking stunned. “I told you I loved you?” he said. His cheeks were a brilliant shade of pink.

“You don’t remember?” you asked.

“I- no,” he admitted. He looked up at you and you were surprised by how sad he looked. “It freaked you out?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, chuckling nervously.

“Oh,” he said.

“Please don’t worry about it, David,” you said continuing your rambling. You could sense he maybe felt guilty. “I get it, you were drunk. It didn’t mean anything.”

David was blushing very hard now. He could barely meet your eyes as he spoke.

“What if it did mean something?” he asked. “I mean what if I actually did mean it?”

You felt like you were dreaming. This was all just so surreal. Was David actually admitting to having feelings for you?

“That- that would be great because- well, I actually love you too.”

Your heart was going a million miles an hour as you waited for his reaction to your confession.

His face broke into that signature grin, the one you loved so much, dimples and all. He threw his arms around you in an instant, almost knocking you off your feet.

“Oh, thank god,” he said, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. “I thought our friendship was ruined.”

You laughed. “Well,” you said jokingly, “maybe it is.”

He pulled away from you to look at you with a raised brow. “What does that mean?”

“It means I want to be more than friends, silly,” you said.

“Oh,” he said, smiling coyly. “Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

#david coverdale imagine #david coverdale x reader #david coverdale #whitesnake #whitesnake imagine #whitesnake x reader #deep purple imagine #deep purple x reader #wanda writes

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mermaidcashton · 4 years

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if i knew you were comin’

author: claire (@mermaidcashton) ship/AU: ashton irwin/reader, baker AU prompt: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.” wordcount: 3344 warnings: swearing a/n: • written for @maluminspace & @h0tsos ‘s 5sos fic writers collab (in which we all chose from a list of AU’s and had the above prompt quote to include - check out the masterlist linked to see everyone elses!) • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘if i knew you were comin' i'd've baked a cake’ by eileen barton if i knew you were comin’ ***

It would have been a real cliché had it been pouring with rain, the first time you saw him. If an unexpected thunderstorm in June had sent you into the little hipster bakery by necessity, a beacon of shelter in the form of a black & white sign that said ‘Dagger & Snake Bakehouse’. As it was, you were simply hungry in the rich sunshine, miles from home, and a sucker for bagels. That wasn’t very rom-com, really.

The cliché came in when you saw him for the first time; laugh bright on his face, flour in his pillar box red hair. You felt every love-at-first-sight trope possible in that moment; brass band playing, lightning striking, arrows piercing.

But it was raining now - slowly but with determination from the grey September sky - and you felt it, still.

***

The old fashioned bell above the heavy door rang out as you pushed your way into the bakery, immediately feeling enveloped in warmth. You shook off the excess water pooling on your umbrella out of the open door before you let it close as gently as possible behind you, spinning back around to assess the scene before you.

The shop was an assault on the senses every time you visited; the smell of 50 different baked goods intermingling and somehow achieving a harmony in your nose, the sound of the eclectic playlist they kept adding to filling the shop, and the assault on the eyes came in the form of bright hanging lights, extensive art on the walls, and the staff themselves.

“Hello, you! Get in here; it’s horrible out there!”

You smiled widely, genuinely, at the greeting. “Hey, Calum! How are you?” You replied, stepping up to the counter. Calum ran his hand over his very short blonde hair with a smile that you were sure accounted for at least 25% of their sales. Not that you’d know; only one of the co-owners kept you spending more than you could really afford on focaccia bread, and he was nowhere to be seen.

“Can’t complain, real-well, actually, I can,” Calum changed his mind mid-sentence, face growing indignant. “Ash went to drop the banking off at Natwest 30 minutes ago, and Luke was due 5 minutes before you walked in, and I’m dying for a piss, and I-” The bell above the door shook like a hurricane had just come through the door, and in the form of a 6’2” blonde streak of limbs, it kind of had. “Sorry, sorry, I’m he-woah!” Luke skidded across the shiny white floor on his damp black Converse, windmilling his long arms until he caught one of only three tables in the place, and brought himself to a jolting stop.

Calum rolled his eyes. “This fucken’ guy.” He muttered, but you could see the fondness painted all over his golden brown face. “Luke, I need to pee; look after our best customer for me!” Calum bolted out from behind the counter, showing off his black tank top and pinstriped trousers as he pulled his black branded apron off on his way to the door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’ across the shop. You could hear his Doc Martens squeaking on the tiles as he disappeared through the door and Luke took his place behind the counter, chucking his backpack through the archway that attached the shop to the bakery’s kitchen. “Ooh, Ashton won’t like finding your backpack in his kitchen when he gets back!” You tease, leaning onto the ledge that separates you from Luke. The absent baker was very particular about his immaculate commercial kitchen and everything in it, and you knew something would definitely be said about the fact that Luke’s wet backpack was now lying on the floor by the ovens. Calum had once told you about a time he had simply moved Ashton’s sourdough starter across the kitchen, and the incident that had followed (and lasted for three days). “Ooh, won’t he!” Luke cooed, tying his own D&S Bakehouse apron with a messy bow on his stomach. “You’d know, being our resident Ashton expert and all.” You felt the flush begin to bloom on your cheeks before you saw it reflected in Luke’s stupid stainless steel coffee machine. You stuck your chin out as defiantly as possible. “I don’t know what that means, and I also don’t care. I’d like a Flat White, please, barista!” Luke clutched his chest with a large hand, gasping dramatically. “So harsh! My own job title! You missed ‘Retail Assistant’ and ‘Shop Hunk’, but I’ll forgive you because I know you’re having Ashton withdrawals right now. Haven’t seen you since last week, kiddo!” Opting to ignore his needling about the Ashton situation, you set your own backpack on the floor as you let out a sigh. “Yeah, it’s been a bit chaotic this week. But I said I’d try and come by today, and I can’t live without Calum’s doughnuts much longer, so here I am.” “Yeah, that’s definitely what you can’t live without.” Luke snorted, filling the portafilter with coffee grounds. The staff door swung open before you could respond, Calum sailing back into the bakery. “Does he come with an off switch?” You groaned, shaking your head at the bottle blonde as he laughed and groaned with you. “God, if he did, I’d use it so often he’d never be ‘on’.” “You love me, they love me, everybody loves me!” Luke sang at volume as the coffee machine began to grind and whir. Calum rolled his eyes as he shut the door to the counter. “The girls from the high school down the street love you, I’ll give you that, but that’s about it.” “The boys, too.” Luke wiggled his eyebrows at you ridiculously, tapping the used coffee grounds into the bin with a flourish. You couldn’t help but giggle; you’d grown so fond of Luke and Calum in the three months you’d been visiting the bakery that you considered them friends. And as you started examining the case in front of you, filled with the most delicious looking cakes, pastries and doughnuts you’d ever seen, you thought that surely friends with access to coffee and baked goods were the best friends to have. “What are you thinking, love?” Calum asked, watching your eyes flick between peanut butter brownies and cinnamon rolls. “I don’t know; everything always looks so good!” You whined. “I think I’m definitely in the mood for something sweet, though.” “I’m right here, baby!” Luke trilled as he placed a steaming cup on the counter, looking very pleased with himself. “Do I need to tell Michael about this flirty behaviour, Luke?” Calum teased. Luke shrugged, completely nonplussed. “If you want. He’s so hot when he gets jealous.” Calum rolled his eyes again as he made his way into the kitchen. “Luke, move your backpack before Ash gets back unless you want to get bollocked!” He called over his shoulder. “Uh oh, too late.” Luke groaned, looking past you through the glass of the shop front, moments before the shop bell sounded out for a third time. You would definitely play it cool and not turn around if it was anyone but Ashton; you swear, this man is actually magnetic. The Hall & Oates’ song coming from the speakers seems to slow down as he comes into your line of sight, like in every movie you’ve ever seen with a leading man half as gorgeous as this one. Ashton was wearing his signature black boots and ripped jeans, with a white tank top and the leather jacket that you were sure would smell just like him; flour, grapefruit, sandalwood and whatever he used to put his hair into any of the styles that drove you so crazy. Today he had that one styled curl falling onto his face, and right now it was soaked and sending a trail of water down to drop from his chiseled jaw. “You took your time, bread boy.” Calum called from the kitchen, doing Luke a solid of hiding his backpack underneath the furthermost kitchen counter as he did. Ashton huffed out half a laugh, running both hands through his wet hair and bending forward to shake it off as much as he could. “I don’t even only bake bread! Why do you insist on calling me that? Especially in front of my favourite customer.” Despite knowing that you were currently the only customer in the bakery, your brain immediately began questioning whether or not he was referring to you. Then, he straightened up with his arms high, hands slicking his red hair back, and looked straight at you with unwavering eye contact. “Hey.” That one word, combined with those eyes and him looking like he was in 2020’s answer to a Whitesnake video dragged your heart straight into your throat. “Hey.” You echoed, hoping you were imagining the slightly breathless quality to your voice. Ashton’s serious-supermodel face broke into his brightest smile - seemingly just for you - before he began to stride past you to head behind the counter, shrugging his wet jacket off as he went. “I see you’re sorted with a drink; what have you chosen to eat? Or is this a flying visit?” “I was just doing my usual, actually.” You replied, dragging your eyes away from the tattoos on his arms to glance back down at the many glass cases of treats. “Struggling to decide?” Ashton teased lightly, tying his apron strings into a bow at his waist. You giggled, feeling inordinately pleased that he knew exactly what you meant. “Well, my lattices should be cool by now. Cal?” Ashton called into the kitchen, where the sound of stand mixers could now be heard. You hadn’t even noticed Calum leaving the shop to bake in the back. As you realised Luke was also nowhere to be seen, the assistants’ head appeared from the side of the archway. “Calum says he is a very busy man and he thought you had things under control out here.” You frowned slightly, not understanding the inflection the blonde had put on ‘under control’. Must be a private joke; one that made Ashton steadily flush down his neck. “Shut up, Luke! I just want the top tray on the cooling rack by the main pantry, please.” Luke tapped his head with two fingers in an ‘aye aye, Captain’ gesture and momentarily vanished from view. Ashton cleared his throat, directing his words back to you. “I thought you said you were going to try and come by today. I made Cherry & Custard Lattices earlier; you love cherry, right?” You didn’t know what to say, so opted to just stare back at Ashton in surprise until you saw doubt in his eyes. “Yes! I did, say that, and I do - love cherry. You remembered that?” The smile on your face felt like it was spread impossibly wide, over your cheeks and beyond. “Of course! I’m glad you’re here, actually…” “Here you go!” Luke said, sounding almost gleeful as he put the tray of pastries on the worktop behind Ashton. Normally, you would expect Luke to arrange them in a space in one of the cabinets and carefully handwrite a little sign for them, but not today, apparently. He was already taking strides back to the kitchen to help Calum, throwing you both a look over his shoulder that was definitely cheeky. “Go get ‘em, tiger!” Ashton went so unbelievably red that it made his flush from before look like his natural skin tone. For lack of something to do with yourself in a confusing, slightly awkward situation that you didn’t fully understand, you picked up the coffee Luke had made for you and took a small sip. Ashton took a breath and seemed to steel himself for something. “I’ve got something to ask you.” He cocked his head slightly to one side before taking a slightly wistful tone. “Do you remember the day we met?” *** You looked up at the stark sign above the world’s most appetising window display. ‘Dagger & Snake Bakehouse’. It was a little after your usual lunchtime and you were starving. You’d never been to this place before, but you could see slices of puff pastry topped with everything you could imagine; asparagus, pesto, goats cheese, tomatoes, bacon, mushrooms - all topped with melted cheese, so that was that. You made your way through the glossy black door into the bakery, and were struck by how cool it looked inside. The main walls were exposed brick painted white, covered with a broad range of paintings, posters, sketches, photographs and signs. Black boards covered in white chalk writing detailing baked goods and hot drinks, opening hours and little doodles. Shelves with all manner of trinkets and decorations adorned any parts of the walls that there wasn’t something else. Sleek white tiles covered the floor, counters and the walls leading off to the restrooms and a door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’. There were ferns and succulents dotted around the place, and recycled glass bottles on a few black cafe tables with a single red rose in each. There were cases and displays of every kind of baked good you could imagine at the counter, running along the windows, and high above the worktops behind the counter. Stevie Wonder segued into Fleetwood Mac over the speakers in the corners,audible above the babble of noise of the customers already in the bakery. A couple at the farthest table were tucking into big slices of two of the most incredible looking cakes you had ever seen in your life. At the till, a girl with a high ponytail and tiny denim shorts was taking a branded pastry box from a tall, skinny-but-somehow-broad guy. Another man with a black hat pulled low on his head brushed his fluffy blonde hair out of his eyes where he sat at one of the tables opposite the counter. He shot the staff member a beaming smile and a thumbs up, then returned his attention to the laptop open on his table. You eagerly made your way forward as the girl with the ponytail began to exit the shop. “Hi! I’m Luke, welcome to Dagger & Snake Bakehouse. What can I get for you?” The worker - Luke - greeted you enthusiastically with a toothy smile. His smile faltered slightly when you asked for an iced coffee to go with your lunch, but before you could think about it, he sprang into action as a second man appeared from an archway beside him, mid laugh. You divert your attention to the newcomer and your heart skips way more than a beat. He was, without question, the most beautiful human you had ever seen in your life. He was tall - though not as tall as Luke, but twice as broad. The muscles in his arms bulged through his t-shirt, and you could see tattoos on his arms and wrists. His hair was in a perfect quiff, and the brightest shade of red you could imagine. You noticed what appeared to be flour speckled across the top of it, and melted slightly more. His face was a set of perfect, sharp angles contrasting with the soft dimples in his cheeks as he laughed. You had never been so aware of every molecule of your own body. You felt tingly and numb and on high alert all at once. The urge to lick your lips was suddenly overwhelming. “How are you getting on, Luke? Did I hear an iced coffee order over Calum’s shenanigans back there?” His voice was like hearing a song on the radio that you haven’t heard in ages but always loved. Luke shook his head and played it cool, whilst the love of your life turned to you with a warm smile. “It’s Luke’s first day! Go easy on him. How is he doing?” “Ashton! I know exactly what I am doing!” Luke sniffed, opening a cabinet door that turns out to be a freezer drawer and scooping ice with confidence. Ashton giggled again and held his hands up in surrender, shooting you another smile before heading around Luke and out onto the bakery floor. You unconsciously followed him with your eyes, across the room to the window cabinets where he began making adjustments to the display. He had to bend and lean to reach the very front, and after allowing yourself a few seconds to stare at his ass in tight, black jeans, you came to your senses and reluctantly diverted your eyes back to the counter. Luke leant conspiratorially towards the counter and you unconsciously mirrored his movement before he began to whisper to you. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing.” He laughed as he straightened back up and steadied the coffee cup in his hand before continuing in an airy, cheerful voice. “I almost never do!” “I’m sure it’ll be great, don’t worry!” You reassured, casting an eye over the blender Luke was working with now. You were sure it would be. Probably. Your eyes traced the white printed branding that adorned the apron on Luke’s chest; a traditional tattoo style dagger and snake. “Why Dagger & Snake?” “Oh, that’s a question for one of the bossmen! Ashton!” Luke called across the shop. “Yeah?” You jumped at the voice that came from right behind you, spinning around and coming face to face with Ashton wiping his hands on his apron. “Sorry!” Ashton apologised. “I didn’t mean to scare you!” A soft, genuine smile played on his lips as you took in just how hazel his eyes were. You felt like you’d just walked up a flight of 200 stairs. “The lady would like to know why you and Cal named this place Dagger & Snake Bakehouse. Oh, balls.” Something hit the floor behind you, but you paid it no mind as Ashton’s face lit up. “They go together, to mean a bunch of stuff, right? Kept seeing them at tattoo shops, together. They can symbolise healing, the Roman god of luck, good vs evil; loads of cool stuff. But always together; that’s me and Cal - Calum, my best friend, we own this place, 50/50. He got the dagger, I got the snake. Brothers, forever.” Ashton talked with such conviction, and pulled his t-shirt sleeve with enthusiasm as he held his arm out to you, showing you a stark black tattoo of a snake. “That’s so sweet.” You breathed out, without really thinking about it. He looked at you like he hadn’t expected that adjective, but like he was turning it over in his mind. “And cool!” you added, nodding slightly. “You think so?” Ashton smiled, pulling his sleeve back down, looking quietly pleased. You let a few seconds tick by in silence, looking into his eyes to see what you could see. It looked like the whole world. “Yeah, I do.”

***

“Um...I think so, yes.” You thought you were just about straddling the line between casual and so-nervous-you-could-honestly-throw-up-a-little. “I wanted to ask you this that day, but I thought I’d sound so creepy, and unprofessional, and I didn’t want you to think I was a freak, or that I did this all the time, but-” Unless you were projecting, Ashton looked as nervous as you felt. “Ashton, point! Get there!” Luke yelled gleefully from the kitchen, followed immediately by a sound that you were fairly certain was Calum smacking him upside the head. The yelp of ‘Ow!’ that followed it seemed to confirm your suspicions. Ashton faltered slightly, looking embarrassed and mumbling something about ‘idiot’ and ‘fired’. “Ashton.” You reached out your hand and placed it on his where he was nervously drumming on the counter again before you even thought about it. You weren’t sure which of you was more surprised at your involuntary action. Ashton raised his eyes back to you, peering at you with hope in his hazel eyes.“You think I could get your number? Take you out sometime?” You allowed yourself to smile, widely, genuinely, as you knew just how to answer. “Yeah, I do.” *** masterlist for the 5sos ficwriters collab • my masterlist

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