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spicymaruchancontajin · 9 months

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HIHIHIHIHHI I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD WRITE ABOUT A BILL X READER FLUFF AND THEYRE LIKE VISITING THE SNOW WITH THE BAND AND BILL CONFESSES HIS FEELINGS SO THEY GO ON A LIL DATE AT A CAFE OR SOMETHING JUST SOME 4 AM THOUGHTS🙏🏽🙏🏽😝 ITS OKAY YOU DONT WANNA WRITE IT BC ITS LOWKEY CONFUSING BUT THANK YOU IF YOU DO AND I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING YOUR SO TALENTED🙈🙈ANYWAYS HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT😊😊

OMG THATS SO CUTE AND THINKS FOR REQUESTING YOUR MY FIRST ONE 😋

i had something else in mind but this is way better 😭

not proff read 😪

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It was in the month of December and had a free week. So what better then going and visit the snow? And what do you do in the snow? Snowboarding. So that’s exactly what you guys did. “BILLLL” you yelled it was time to go and bill was still getting ready in his room. The rest of the group was waiting outside in front of the door with me. “IM GOING” he responded and Tom rolled his eyes. I just banged on the door again “BILL HURRY UP” this time Tom yelled. Bill finally opened the door ready to go after thirty minutes of you guys banging on his door. “Ok let’s go☺️”

Gustav was already in the driver seat just waiting so you got there scary fast… you guys get out and Gustav gets into dad mode and starts to unload stuff making everyone help making sure everyone has even and no one is missing anything and with that you all walled to the ski lift. “Ok who’s going with who” gerog asks but it so happens that Tom was already in line flirting with a girl. “We’ll…” “I wanna go with [reader]” bill chimes in with a smile “ok I’ll go with Gustav” after a while it was your turn to get up on the lift. You struggled a little as bill got on with ease. “Oh my god it’s high” you say a bit nervous “watch it brake” “DONT SAY THAT” bill laughed “Ooo it’s cold” you rubbed your hand in a atempet to warm up “yeahh” bill hummus after giggling and talking you sit in silence and lean on him “hey um [reader]” “yeah” you sit up to look at his face but is meet with a nervous look. “You good?” You asked moving to sit up and look at him better. He swiftly pressed his slightly cold lips on yours basically smushing your face into his before pulling away. He still has his hand around your face as you just sit there in shock blinking.

“I wanna go out on a date with you tomorrow”he blurted out like he didn’t just kiss you. He had a worried questioning face as you where still in his hands. you lean in fast smooshing your face against his. Your lips on his cool against your warm lips. You pull back questioning what you just did as now he’s in shock batting his eyes. You finally said something “yeah I’d do it” the lift had came to an end right when you said that. You and bill hoped right off to meet with Tom, gustav and georg. “Don’t be stu-“ “finally” tom cut of George “dam why dose it take you guys so long”gustav said before beginning to walk toward the snow bordering area.

After hours of falling on your ass and Gustav munching on snow it was getting dark and time to head back. You where all exhausted getting to your hotel room. You fell right into those white fluffy sheets and cuddling the lonly pillows thinking about going out with bill the next day.

The knocking on your door and the beeping of the hotel room door opening broke the silence. You had given bill your extra key just incase you lose yours. You where still in your bed the fluffy sheets basically eating you as you layed there. Bill walked over to your bed standing right in front of you. He lighty shook you In a temp to wake you up. “Get uppp”“Mmmph” came out if you in response “hey I said I was going to take you out on a date today so wake up” he poked you “I’m up I’m up” you rose up to your side leaning on you elbow looking at bill. He was half ready looking at your tangled hair and sleepy face. “Ok we’ll you have 20 minutes to get ready so I would start getting ready now” suddenly you weren’t so sleepy and bill was rushed out of your room.

Bill drove you two to a cute little cafe for coffee and food. You ended up sitting at a table with bill enjoying food and each other’s company with out a care in the world. ･:*+..:+･:*+..:+･:*+..:+･:*+..:+･:*+..:+･:*+

Hey it’s me Maru sorry for taking so long I’m lazy ass hell😪 and I read it wrong and wrote A WHOLE ASS STORY JUST FOR ME TAKE A SECOND LOOK AND RELIZE SHE MENT SNOW NOT SHOW 😭 or was it show 🧍‍♀️

anyway love y’all and keep on requesting 😜🙏

Maru out😜

#Bill kaulitz x reader #Bill kaulitz #gerog #Gustav #tom kaulitz #idk if I did this right #HE A LITTLE CUTIE 😍#tokio hotel #Tokio hotel x reader

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one-abuse-survivor · 2 years

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i really need to vent im so sorry. my sister is driving me to literal insanity. i dont know if im a manipulator or shes truly being a horrible person to me. i talk to my bf a lot. facetime pretty much all day every day, and she can hear me talking through the wall, mostly mumbles no words, but still noise, and she doesnt say anything. she games at the WORST times, honestly, at least we stop talking at 8/9pm, but thats when she starts gaming with her friends, screaming (yes. literal ear piercing screams from horror games) shouting and overall joyous loudness from her room. i put my headphones on and try to block it out, knowing shes just having fun and i need to put up with it. its been like this the whole year practically. the past week shes been getting closer to dad again. dad. the guy who hates me with a passion and mentally abused me for 2 years straight and never got a consequence for it. every. single. time. she hangs out with him, or games with him, she turns into this horribly mean snarky person who is so so rude. and ik im sounding dramatic but shes literally the opposite otherwise. but other than dad shes also got a new friend whos very judgemental and snarky so ig shes impressionable. but anyway the past week shes been very rude and mean to both me and my mum. mums a huge pushover so being mean to her is like kicking a dog, and i truly hate it when shes mean to her. cos mum loves her more than she loves me (its evident and shes told me multiple times i promise im not inferring it) so shes much more of a pushover with my sister 'everything has to be perfect for her'. i hate it. ik ik its jealousy but im dealing with it or at least trying to. so tonight she was singing horribly and ive not had a good day, im stressed, tired, and trying to sleep and here she is humming away purposefully sounding awful. i ask her to be quiet, continues, tell her to shut up, she continues, so i bang on the wall and i kid you not she slowly gets wuieter and quieter til its barely a mumble i can hear from her room and it makes me so unfathomably angry and i truly have no idea why. its like she knows every single button of mine and pushes them at will. so i texted her saying, why are you being such a dick lately its so annoying, to which she was like "i put up iwith you blah blah you cant put up with me blah' i told her to stop playing victim so she told me i need to learn to shut up and put up. a phrase straight from dads book. she knows it is and it throws me into a spiral ehenever i hear it and she knows!! so here i am angry af trying to calm down and not do something ill regret tomorrow, whilst shes happily downstairs making light conversation with dad. i hate it so so much. i did respond back, are you being sarcastic rn?? if not i dont want to speak to you ever again. and she said ok. ik ik its dramatic af but i just cant with her anymore she makes me feel how dad made me feel and i then react like a child, to a child. ik my responses are in the wrong, i really am sorry if i sound really childish or just plain stupid and im truly in the wrong, pls pls tell me if i am. i just cannot handle her at all lately shes literally been a demon lmao (jkjk) thank you for letting me vent to you, the safe space youve created really means a lot <3

hi im the anon whos mad at my sister, uhm - im very close to starting my period and have come to the conclusion that its the reason for the anger lol. Ik i do have some issues but i think it was mostly irrational anger when i wrote the vent, and not an acc issue, or at least thats what im really hoping is the answer lol. im super sorry about it, and i hope youre having an awesome day 💕

Hey, nonnie. I'm glad you could let out some of your frustration and anger here ❤️ I didn’t see your second ask until after writing the reply below, but I think all of it applies anyway, becuase we’re allowed to have days where we’re more irritable. I’m having a good day today, I hope you are too!

I don't think you sound childish or stupid, nonnie. It sounds to me like you might have had a trauma reaction toward her because of the abuse your dad put you through. Trauma reactions (ie. having flashbacks, going into fight/flight, becoming hypervigilant...) don't just appear when we're interacting with the people who abused us; they often also appear when other people do or say something that reminds us of the abuse. Your sister knowingly used a line your dad has used to hurt you before, so I think it is completely understandable that you had an emotional reaction that seems "dramatic" in retrospect. I can only talk from personal experience, but I've also done the same over text in the past, and it was always after something/someone sent me into a fight response.

And, nonnie, even if trauma responses don't justify our actions (they only explain them), I think it's fair to say that this situation with your sister escalated from both sides, not just yours. It wasn't you exploding at her out of nowhere. As you said, she was pushing your buttons, and she knew she was upsetting you, because you'd asked her to be quiet several times.

So yeah, if she makes you feel like your dad made you feel, I think it's understandable that you're having these big emotional reactions toward her when she oversteps your boundaries and purposefully pushes your buttons. You said you react "like a child" toward her, and I think it might be helpful to think about why your reactions feel like those of a child. Children—especially abused children—feel small and defenceless, and sometimes they lash out to protect themselves when this fear and defencelessness become overwhelming. So "reacting like a child" doesn't have to necessarily mean "oh I'm being so immature and stupid". It can mean "I feel threatened and helpless, so my body is having an instinctive reaction to protect me".

What I'm trying to get that is I think you ought to be a little bit kinder to yourself, nonnie. You're allowed to be affected by her attitude toward you. You're allowed to acknowledge that these reactions you're having aren't a flaw on your part, but a sign you're going through a lot of distress and your body is protecting you in any way it can.

I also think you need to be kinder to yourself about feeling jealous that your mum loves your sister more than you. Your jealousy isn't the thing that needs to be fixed in this situation. Your jealousy is a very appropriate reaction to a very unfair situation to you. You deserve to be loved and cared for and protected from harm as much as your sister. You never deserved to hear that your mum loves her more than you. You're not being selfish or childish by feeling jealous; you're just acknowledging your unmet emotional needs and acknowledging that you deserve better than this. And you really do. You deserve so, so much better than this.

Your emotions are allowed, nonnie. Your anger and your jealousy and your defensiveness when she's mean to you and your mum are all allowed. Please don't forget that.

Sending a virtual hug ❤️

#Ask #Vent #Abuse #Abuse tw #Abusive father tw #Toxic sister #Trauma tw

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jackass-biomancer · 2 years

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Twenty Questions

There was an intruder in the tunnels.

This time, Pyotr knew she was there because she'd texted him.

Meli, it's Pyotr. I found 7 of the roots you were looking for.

hey dude! thats fab, can i trade you some more ear pats for them? ^.^

I will trade them for a taste of your blood.

i am NOT letting you drink my blood. theyre not worth that much to me. ₤25?

200

100

ugh fine 100 it is

And the ear pats.

haha ok can i come pick them up this morning?

I can only meet you at night.

ah crap i work nights. saturday night?

Yes.

ok! see u saturday!

hey dude im here... i was going to wait outside but its started to rain so im just inside the cave

And there she was, sitting on a rock not too far in from the cave entrance. This time she sat atop a supremely shitty-looking folded blanket. Beside her sat another, and next to that her camping lantern.

Despite the fact that this time she knew he was here - and knew what he was - she’d come unarmed. Stupid.

Pyotr decided to try his luck sneaking up on her again. It couldn’t hurt to test the limits of her perception, after all. Even if he wasn’t ready to kill her just yet.

Closer he crept until he saw her relaxed posture tense to alertness.

Meli yipped in surprise and recoiled, banging her head on the cave wall as Pyotr suddenly appeared not ten meters from her, right in the middle of her field of view.

“Jesus fuck, Pyotr!” she yelped, giving herself a shake to rid the excess adrenaline, “Do you have to give me a heart attack every time we meet? Fuck!”

Pyotr cackled as she brushed dirt out of her hair, glaring at him.

“Don’t blame me if you do that and I accidentally punch your head off,” she grumbled, standing up and giving herself another shake. She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a wallet, rifling through it. “D’you bring the cave roots?”

“Yeah, I brought them,” he told her, pulling a wad of tattered and suspiciously stained cloth from his pocket. He unfolded it, showing her the plants he’d gathered within.

Meli raised her lantern as she approached for a closer look.

“Nice,” she told him, “That’s them alright.”

She returned her lantern to its perch and pulled two £50 banknotes from her wallet, handing them to him and accepting the roots in exchange.

“Thanks,” she told him with a smile, “This really helps.”

“What do you want those for anyway?” he asked, curious despite himself.

“It’s an ingredient!” she chirped happily, “I’m making a potion! Well. Trying to make a potion. We’ll see how it goes.”

Pyotr blinked at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically, “Are you some sort of alchemist?”

“Eh,” she replied, shrugging, “Kinda? A bit? I can only do simple stuff really, and it’s hard to get ingredients, but yeah.”

Pyotr peered at her suspiciously.

“What?” she asked, suddenly defensive. “I’m an alchemist like how you’re a vampire. It’s real!”

Realisation dawned on him then that this was the reason she hadn’t been more terrified or disbelieving when she’d met him - if she was aware of minor sorcery, being at least dimly aware of the existence of vampires and similar creatures wasn’t a huge stretch from there.

“And what kind of ‘potion’ are you planning on making with these roots?” he asked warily as she folded the cloth back around them.

“Heh, it’s kinda funny actually,” she told him with a wry smile as she wandered over to the cave mouth, “It’s a potion that lets you see in the dark. These kind of roots only grow in completely dark caves, and that’s what you need to make a potion that lets you find roots in completely dark caves.”

She set the cloth package down in the rain just outside the tunnel and turned back to her equipment.

“You can see really well in the dark, can’t you?” she asked as she plopped her folded blanket down on the ground and began to unfold the second one in front of it. “You have the kind of eyes for it, I think.”

Indeed, those pale, bulging eyes tracked her movements suspiciously as she bent over.

“I can see in the dark far better than you mortals can,” he told her sneeringly. Better than most nocturnal animals, in fact, but she didn’t need to know that.

Meli cast her gaze over to her lantern, and then back to him.

“Oh, are you okay with the light? I’ll turn it down if you want.”

Bright light was uncomfortable, but he could manage. The lantern wasn’t too bad as long as he didn’t look directly at it. Before he could tell her that it was fine, she was already adjusting the brightness to the lowest setting.

Probably for the best. He had her at a disadvantage if he could see and she couldn’t.

Lighting sorted out, Meli sat herself down cross-legged on the folded blanket, and patted her thigh with a grin.

And just like that, Pyotr’s embarrassment at their former meeting came rushing back. Had he really been so touch-starved that he’d laid in her lap and purred like a kitten while she stroked his ears?

Oh god, he had.

And he was strongly considering doing it again.

What was wrong with him???

“So you were serious about the ear rubs thing?” he asked carefully, trying and failing to mask his sudden and uncharacteristic bout of insecurity.

“’Course,” she replied cheerfully, “It’s fun to do. D’you not want to anymore?”

Okay. Okay. If he really thought about it, this was just her performing a service to him, the superior species. The creed of the Sabbat was to subjugate all of humanity to the Cainites, but that didn’t strictly mean food, right? They could also serve in other ways, like ear rubs or being good to talk to. So, he would just be taking his birthright as a true Sabbat.

Right. Yeah. Okay.

That, plus his dignity wasn’t exactly going strong, what with living barefoot in a cave with a bunch of idiots who spent more time fighting each other or plotting against him than furthering any cause.

And thus, casting aside worthless human notions of dignity or shame, he laid down on the blanket she’d spread out and rested her head in her lap once more.

Unbidden, a soft sigh escaped him as she ran her hands over his flesh.

“What do you get out of this?” he asked her through the soft tingly feeling creeping out from where she was touching him.

“Well, for one you are totally fascinating,” she told him happily as she worked. “I really wanted to hang out with you again. I mean, a real vampire? I’ve never met one before. This is like, I dunno, like getting to pat a lion!”

“Do not compare me to an animal, Kine.” he sneered at her, secretly pleased that she was comparing him to one of the few natural creatures humans would consider predators. Yes, a lion allowing a lamb to serve it...

“Sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean it in a rude way. What’s a Kine? Is that like Cainite?”

“No. Kine, that’s you. Human. Mortal. I am a Cainite.”

“Oh. So you’re not mortal then? You live forever?”

“That’s correct.”

“Huh. That sounds scary.”

“Of course,” he told her smugly, gesturing languidly with one clawed hand. “Our lives are beyond your comprehension. Centuries mean nothing to Cainites, your meaningless and brief lives coming and going while we toy with you from the shadows, using you as we please.”

Her hands stopped their motions. He opened his eyes, glaring up at her from her own lap. He didn’t consider her a threat to him, exactly, she perhaps had the physical strength to challenge him but he was certain she didn’t have the state of mind to attack him, or anyone else. Soft, weak human.

“You just told me off for comparing you to an animal and now you’re being a giant racist,” she admonished him, although she didn’t seem too offended. “Human lives aren’t meaningless, but that wasn’t what I meant. It must be scary for you to live forever.”

“What?” he asked sharply, tilting his head further back to regard her fully.

“Well,” she began slowly, “I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I lived forever. I think the sort of, eighty years or so most people get is enough. It’s like, I sort of only expect to do so much, and that’s okay. It’s kind of comforting to know that no matter what I do or no matter what happens to me, it’s all only temporary. I’m supposed to end, and that’s okay too.” As she spoke she resumed running her hands up and down his ears.

“Pathetic,” he told her irritably, although he did relax again, letting his eyes drift closed.

“If you say so,” she replied, having the audacity to sound amused.

“And what do you do with your life, that’s so meaningful?” he asked disdainfully. He had no idea what compelled him to keep talking to this grinning idiot.

He absolutely refused to admit to himself that he wanted to talk with somebody who wasn’t one of his idiotic pack and/or wasn’t busy disdaining of his low status or Nosferatu appearance.

“Probly nothing meaningful by your standards,” she admitted, massaging the tips of his ears between thumbs and forefingers, “I’m a fitter. I work at the Great Yarmouth power station, making sure all their shit doesn’t break down.”

For the second time his eyes snapped open.

“You’re a fitter?” he asked incredulously.

“I get that a lot,” she told him with a grin. “Yep. Fitter. I always thought tradesmen were super cool, and it turned out machining was loads of fun, so I decided to do it for a job."

Well, that explained the steel toe capped boots. She was a tradesman. An unusual profession for a woman, but apt he supposed for one built like Shitbeard.

“Do you do much welding?” he asked, for the first time without sarcasm or superiority.

“Not on this job, we have boilermakers who do most of that, but I do from time to time. I’ve done my fair share of it before though.”

“Tell me about the last time you welded something,” he commanded.

“Uhh... oo-kayyy...” she replied, clearly taken aback by the abrupt and obscure request, “Well, we had a gauge give out on Boiler 5, and I had to get it working until a replacement came in, so we...”

Despite himself, Pyotr found himself getting more animated in his questioning and criticism as she recounted various metalwork she and her coworkers had done during her career. Finally, someone to talk shop with!

“Ack, geez dude,” grumbled Meli, shifting her legs around underneath his head. “Let me stand up and walk around a bit, my legs are cramping.”

Reluctantly, Pyotr sat up, allowing Meli to stumble stiffly to her feet.

“Why so much interest in welding?” she asked as she stretched her back, then bent to touch her toes. “Can vampires even weld?”

“I- what do you mean, can vampires weld?” he shot back, offended by the very question.

“Well, y’know, the UV flash? The sun hurts you, right? So wouldn’t welding hurt you?”

“That’s stupid,” he told her flatly. “It’s the sun that kills vampires, not UV light.”

“Oh, so it’s like a magic property.”

“Exactly.”

He watched her stretch her legs against the rocky wall, and elected to answer her first question.

“I used to be an underwater welder. I worked on oil rigs off the Scottish coast. That’s what I was doing when I was Embraced.”

Meli stopped working the kinks out of her legs, and turned her full attention on him.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Rage sparked in his breast, and he drew himself up to his full height.

“You’re sorry?” he snarled, “I am now beyond human, something far greater. It’s something to be celebrated, not pitied.”

“Okay, okay!” Meli held up both hands in a conciliatory gesture. “Right, sorry, it’s kind of a reflex to say things like that when you hear about someone dying. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Somewhat mollified, Pyotr raised an eyebrow at her.

“You tell people you’re sorry that they died?”

“Ye- well no... ugh, you know what I mean.” Meli made a helpless face, and he found her fumbling amusing enough to placate the rest of his anger.

Dejectedly, she returned to her folded blanket and sat back down.

“So, uh, how d’you feel about having your hair brushed?” she asked.

Pyotr wavered. On the one hand, it was stupid and unnecessary. If he wanted his hair brushed he’d do it himself. On the other... women had had a fascination with his long, dark hair when he’d been mortal, and were always playing with it. He’d found it tiring then, but since he’d been Embraced he’d discovered that he missed it.

That, and it meant being stroked and touched some more.

“If you must,” he grumbled, trying not to sound too eager.

She beamed at him, and leaned back to retrieve a comb and a brush from behind her lantern.

“So I was thinking,” she piped up as he sat himself back on the blanket in front of her, “We’ve both got a lot of questions about each other, right? So, how about this - we take turns asking one question each until I’m finished with your hair.”

“Augh, okay,” he growled irritably as she scooped his hair back behind his ears and shoulders, “It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

“You can go first,” she prompted.

“Alright. Hum.” he pondered, then his grin became even more pronounced.

“Is this like getting to brush a lion?” he asked slyly, casting a glance behind him.

She grinned back.

“Absolutely not,” she told him primly as she began to comb out the bottom part of the first section of hair. “This is nothing at all like getting to brush a stunning apex predator with a gorgeous mane.”

“Hmmm,” he rumbled, smugly soaking in the compliment.

“My turn. Were you invisible earlier? Like actually invisible?”

“Yes.” He wasn’t inclined to offer any further information on that one.

“That’s amazing.”

“My turn. Are you a human?”

Her hands stopped.

“I’m sorry what?” she asked, staring at him.

“Are you a human?” he repeated, tilting his head to stare back.

“Um... yes? Obviously? I’m pretty sure.” She spread her arms and then gestured down at herself meaningfully.

He stared at her a moment longer, then turned back away.

He felt her resume combing his hair, and then:

“Okay, you gotta tell me if this is racist because I really don’t mean to be racist, but are you like... technically dead?”

“Yes, I’m ‘technically dead’. My heart doesn’t beat, my body is cold, I don’t breathe unless I want to. By human definitions vampires are dead. Why, are you worried you’re a bit of a necrophiliac?” he finished with a purr.

“That counts as your question. And... maybe a little bit.”

Pyotr froze, and began to turn, only for her to gently guide his head back away from her so she could continue detangling his hair.

“How do you do the invisibility thing?” she asked, her voice carefully measured.

“It’s, um, a trick of mine,” he muttered distractedly. “I can make people think I’m not there. Do you actually find me attractive?!?”

“It’s... complicated.” she said lamely.

He sat silently, waiting.

“Look, I’m really not sure myself, okay? That’s the honest truth. I guess I can say I find you... compelling? I think?”

More silence.

“I don’t know,” she grumbled, taking a new section of hair. “Hoookay. Um. How old are you?”

At least that was an easy one.

“I was 29 at the time I was Embraced,” he told her. “That was 25 years ago. I guess you could say I’m 54.”

“Huh.”

“The first time we met you punched the wall hard enough to crack rock, but you didn’t break your arm,” he lead in, “How are you so strong?”

“It’s a trick of mine,” she replied carefully, “I’m stronger than I should be.”

He waited, but any hope for further clarification was squashed when she asked her question.

“Are you alone down here?”

“That’s not your business,” he relied coldly.

“Okay, sorry, I’ll ask something else. Um, d’you like, live in here or it it just a place you hang out?”

He hesitated.

“I’m living here at the moment,” he admitted, “But it’s a temporary thing.”

Using that as a springboard for his next move, he posed:

“What about you? Where do you live?”

“I’ve got a house in Acle!” she told him. “Just a little one, nothing fancy.”

“Acle? That’s an hour and a half away.”

“Just under an hour actually,” she replied, giving his ear a little poke with the comb in admonishment for asking an extra question. "Can you drink someone’s blood without killing them?”

He perked up at that.

“Are you offering?” he purred greasily.

“No. Answer the question.”

“Yes, we can drink a mortal’s blood without killing them. Usually when we feed we don’t kill, it gets too messy that way. The Kine start... asking questions.”

“You tried to kill me the first time we met,” she pointed out accusingly.

“You were the one stupid enough to wander into a vampire’s lair. You should be grateful, very few Kine find us and live.” His voice took on a threatening edge.

“Point taken. Your turn.”

“This alchemy of yours - what kind of ‘potions’ can you make?”

Meli took a firm grip on the portion of hair she was working on, so that it wouldn’t pull as she combed at a particularly dense snarl.

“Let’s see... well, like I said, I’m working on Night-Eye at the moment - for seeing in the dark - and then there’s one that you can pour onto a cut or scrape to heal it, one’s a powder that purifies water, although that one’s a bit shit because you need a lot of it, I don’t think I made it right. One makes you a bit stronger. I tried to make some other ones but they didn’t work.”

That was interesting. It sounded like she was bad at whatever she was doing, but had managed to achieve some genuine, if minor, supernatural effects. Had she used her ‘a bit stronger’ potion to give herself the strength she’d displayed earlier? Possible, but he doubted it. She wouldn’t offer this information so freely if it was what she had glossed over moments earlier. No, he suspected it was something else.

“What’s this ‘Embrace’ thing you keep talking about? That’s where you got turned into a vam- a Cainite?”

“Just say ‘vampire’ if you’re too simple for ‘Cainite’,” he grumbled at her. “Yes. When a mortal is drained completely of blood, we can then Embrace them, and they become a new Cainite. It doesn’t happen often, and those who receive the Embrace are... specially chosen. In my case, for my profession."

The comb slid through the last partition of his hair, and he heard the rustle of her clothing as she leaned back, the click of the comb being set down, and the rustle of her returning to her sitting position.

“Why... hmmm...” he trailed off with a hum of pleasure at the first pass of the brush over his scalp and down to the ends of his hair. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he mumbled lazily.

“Don’t need to be,” she replied, a smile audible in her voice. “I’m pretty strong, and I’m not going to let you hurt me. You might be able to go invisible, but I have a good nose and you still smell like something. And before you ask, you smell like old dried blood and a bit like fabric because of your clothes. Point is, I don’t think you can sneak up on me either."

“Don’t count on it,” he hissed dangerously.

“Come on,” she said gently, “You don’t want to kill me. Then you wouldn’t have anyone to brush your hair or play with your ears.”

“You're pushing your luck,” he told her severely. Unfortunately, he realised to his great surprise, she was also right. He was still processing this thought when her voice cut into his reverie.

“What do you do for fun?”

“I... I hunt. Sometimes I practice my skills, like the invisibility trick. I have some colleagues who visit, we play cards.” She didn’t need to know about the rest of the pack. It was close enough to the truth. He also didn’t need to admit that the ‘cards’ was Uno. “Are you always awake at night and sleeping during the day?” he probed.

“Ever since I started this job, yeah. I’m on permanent night shift. I like it, no traffic and it’s easy to make appointments and stuff if I can get them early. It’s too much trouble to change my sleeping pattern just for the weekend. So I guess I’m nocturnal now.” The brush swept through his hair, steady and smooth. “What’s your least favourite thing about being a vampire?”

He had no idea what compelled him to answer at all, let alone truthfully. Perhaps he could blame it on the slightly drunken feeling from being groomed like this.

“The cold,” he said quietly. “I’m always cold. I don’t have body heat anymore, so there’s nothing to insulate no matter how I dress or where I sleep. I can’t stand in the sun and fire is uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

Silence fell, except for the sound of the rain outside and the gentle shush of the brush through his hair. And then, even that stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her set the brush aside. She moved, and he heard the whine of a zipper.

“Scootch back a bit?” she implored, reaching in front of him to make a beckoning gesture.

He complied, pulling himself backwards as she shifted her legs to either side of him. His back pressed against her chest and stomach and... ah...

She was warm.

“I have plenty of body heat,” she said, and from this position he could feel her words in her chest. “You can have some.”

She tucked the sides of her open jacket around him as best she could, then rested her arms around his waist and leaned back against the rock behind, pulling him with her.

“Are you an idiot?” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah, probly.” she replied.

Silence fell between them as a wet gust of wind swished past outside.

“Are you lonely?” she murmured behind his ear.

He'd been lonely from the first moment he was Embraced.

“Stop talking,” he sighed, and nestled back against her body.

She did. Awkwardly, she reached down and grabbed the blanket he’d just shifted off from and opened it out, pulling the clean side over them both.

Silently, they watched the rain outside glitter in the dim lantern-light, as her warmth filled him up.

#this it that pyotr petting gif except it's a fic #i'm not sure what this is but you can read it if you want #this got away from me more than a little bit #I wrote a fiction #hunter the parenting

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09.08.23

i was in the streets of cornwall i think and i saw kim trying to get into this door of his house sneakily so i went up to him and was like kim kim kim heyyyy what u doing and he was like im busy and was kinda serious so i was like let me help whats going on so he let me come inside with him and immediately was like shut the door quickly lock it so i did. i asked him why and he explained like the police are coming to get him because he has his cats in the house so we have to hide him and he asked me to give him a leg up so he could climb on top of the closet and hide up there and i was like ok but i think the better idea would be to hide your cats and as i said that i heard banging and yelling at the door from the police telling him to open up so i quickly put the cats up on top of the closet with him (stupidly) and opened the door and they came in so fast they knocked me down. then once they came inside the cats immediately jumped back down but they ignored the cats and instead arrested me for the disappearence of kims mum

i dont remember being in jail but i remember arguing in court with them and being like WHY would i fuckin steal his cats i care about him so much we talk abt his cats all the time. and i think i got out on bail or smthing but when i got out i was walking around and i noticed i was next to kims same house again and it was all crime scened up and closed.

then i think i encountered kim again and he was rly sad abt his mum so i was like hey lets go to spain and for some reason he agreed to come with me so i got us this hotel and we were on the 6th floor and the room was so crazy huge it didnt really have any walls but it had all these sections for like the bedroom, the lounge, the balcony. it was really nice and he started to cheer up a bit more when we were there. i think i was sitting doing something close to him like reading and he suddenly leant his chin on my shoulder and i wanted to cry from happiness, so i think i reached out and took his hand and he held hands with me and it felt so innocent and pure. i felt like a child again. i think i was scared to kiss him so i just brushed my lips against his hand but then we did kiss and i was laughing and so was he and it was just like , not laughing at eachother but from happiness idk it was rly cliche but so nice.

and i think what was so nice about it was ok ive been battling a lot with how like messed up my sex drive is from abuse and how like i jump to sex so fast with people and try to use it to exchange for love and care, its something ive been working on and like i remember even in the dream thinking about that and thinking i dont want to do this yet because it may weird him out. and idk that made me feel happy inside too. to grow like that even if it was a dream cuz it felt incredibly real.

i think i asked if he was hungry and if he wanted to explore the rest of the hotel and he said yes so we wandered downstairs to this like big wide open dining room that had a terrace smoking area and we sat outside on it , it was so high up above the clouds and he linked arms with me which is something i love to do with people it feels so cute and like for him to do it to me felt really cute too IDK im smiling thinking about it now. it was cute it felt like he wasnt ashamed to be seen with me , he was happy and that made me so happy. i think we sat down on a table next to some other people and kim did something to offend them i cant remember what so i explained the situation and they were very kind and understanding and i talked with them a bit about the city and stuff and translated for kim and he was like not very shy i always thought he was quite shy and tbh i am shy too i would never talk to someone like that in real life but we both did and it was nice. then i think we wandered back up to our room again and i was pointing out to him like all the weird shops this hotel had inside it somehow like a bowling alley and a supermarket and a tailors . it kinda looked like asturias alisios centre the bit near carrefour lol.

anyway once we got back to our room i think i offered kim some mushrooms and he was like ok, i was kind of high in the dream already i think so i was struggling to think of a correct doseage for him so i told him eat half this mushroom and it was a pretty small one. i think he was okay but the next thing i remember was being naked in bed with him, i dont think we were having sex but i remember thinking oh hes probably never touched breasts before and then i woke up

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My One in a Million Chapter 8

Hiiiii! I'm back from the dead and finally got back to writing again <3

Sorry it took ages—and sorry it's not a great chapter— but thank you so much everyone for the patience and support, it means so much!

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CW: Mentions of food

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Chapter 8 - The morning after

Remus woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. He blinked a few times to get the tiredness out of his eyes—which seemed to want to stay glued shut—and stared at the ceiling for long moments.

His first thought was that, for a second, he thought he could hear Padfoot’s laugh. Vague images of a dream he’d had came flooding back to him; long corridors, empty beds and his gaming console. The sound must have been a remnant of that.

The second thought was that the ceiling of his room was weird. He couldn’t quite pinpoint where the bugging sensation came from, but something was off and he was way too tired to figure out what it was. Maybe he should just go back to sleep. Groaning, he turned around to do just that, and that’s when he got a good look at the rest of the room.

He sat up with a start, regretting it instantly when nausea hit him like a wave. Closing his eyes, he stayed still until the feeling ebbed away, then opened them again slowly.

This wasn’t his room. There was no sign of any of his stuff; instead, he saw a big mirror, a dark wood chest of drawers, and a trail of scattered things that either belonged to different people or to someone with diverse tastes: a blue hair tie, a black snapback, t-shirts that at a glance he could tell were of different sizes, with stamps that varied from Disney to Strand.

One by one, memories from the night before popped up as the fogginess from sleep left him completely. That’s right, Sirius had offered his home to him after he’d found Remus outside of his flat; he’d come in to take a shower and had sat on the couch as they watched a movie and drank. Things were a bit hazy from that point on.

Had he really pouted and asked Sirius to stay with him like a little kid? Fuck, please let that be a part of the drunk hallucinations. He turned around slowly, glancing to the other side of the bed with his heart beating fast in his throat, but the spot next to him was empty.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Remus threw the blankets to the side and planted his feet on the floor to get some resemblance of stability, but frowned when he stepped on something. Looking down, he noticed a pillow and a blanket lying rumpled on the floor, next to his side of the bed.

A pang of guilt made its way to his chest when he realised Sirius must have slept on the floor while Remus was on the bed, covered from head to toe and warm. Sirius had been so careful with him. Every touch had been gentle, not invasive but rather trying not to overstep, trying to comfort. So, so very careful.

Remus felt slightly ashamed for thinking Sirius would take advantage of him. Not to mention for the way he'd bawled his eyes out in front of the man. He’d made a fool of himself yet again, something that kept happening a lot as of late and to which he wasn’t used to.

“Oh, God.” He remembered how he’d felt his mother’s hand brushing his hair before he fell asleep and he desperately hoped he hadn’t called out for her in his dream. Bringing a hand to his forehead, he could almost feel that phantom touch, tracing fingertips over his hairline.

He rubbed his face in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to face Sirius after all that, but there was no way he could fall asleep again and a quick glance at the clock on the opposite wall told him it was barely eight in the morning. It was still too early to call Leo or go back to the clinic, plus he didn’t know how everything had panned out.

Remus glanced at the bedside table where his phone was lying face down and stretched over to grab it. He flipped it from hand to hand, back and forth, the small thing weighing him down every time it fell on his palm with a soft thud.

He could call.

He should call.

But what if something had gone wrong? What if Cocoa had had a complication during the night? Would they have notified him already if that was the case? Did he want to find out like this, far away from him and helpless to do anything? He didn’t want to show any more weaknesses in front of Sirius, he’d already shown more of his vulnerable side than he’d ever intended to.

Nodding to himself, Remus got up and threw the phone on the bed. He took two steps towards the door. The doctor had told him to go in the afternoon; he could wait a couple of hours before going back to the clinic and then he would know and—

A huff escaped him as Remus hurried back and dialed the number, plopping down on the mattress.

“Thank you for calling Mercy Animal Clinic. This is Jennifer, how can I help you?”

“Yes, hi, my name is Remus? I brought my dog in last night for chocolate poisoning and I—I was just calling to check on him?”

“Of course, Sir. What is the patient's name?”

“Cocoa,” said Remus, gripping his phone a bit tighter. Jennifer hummed and asked for a few more details to confirm his identity, to which Remus replied on autopilot, his mind going blank in a subconscious attempt to protect himself.

“Just a second, please.”

Remus busied himself counting the floorboards while he waited, trying to calm his nerves, but it had the opposite effect as he became very aware of how long Jennifer was taking to find what he wanted to know. He’d started tapping his foot when the receptionist finally came back on the other end of the line.

“Yes, everything was ok during the night and Cocoa will be ready to go home after lunch,” they said cheerfully.

Remus’ breath stopped completely and then he exhaled loudly. He could have sworn he felt his heart unclench, invisible fingers letting go of their painful grip and allowing blood to stream freely again. His shoulders dropped, releasing all the pent up tension that had been building there since he’d stepped into his apartment the night before, and he laid down, covering his eyes with his free arm.

“Sir?” Jennifer said hesitantly.

“Yes. Ok. Ok. Thanks, I’ll be there.” He hung up and let the phone fall at his side.

The silence of the room was an echo of his own head as Remus tried to let the words sink in. He peeked at the ceiling from under his arm. Cocoa was fine. The phrase repeated itself a few times until Remus took a deep breath and swung himself up.

The hall was quiet outside of the room, but he could hear some noises coming from ahead. Remus bunched the sleeves of the jumper he was wearing, not too willing to admit how comfy and warm he was in Sirius’ clothes. Especially not when he was assaulted by memories of Sirius helping him walk through this same corridor the night before and Remus almost gave in to the embarrassment. Sirius probably thought he was pathetic.

Groaning, he steeled himself as he padded the rest of the way, but his step faltered before going into the kitchen, a hand rising to settle on the wall. Something smelled amazing in there. Like melted butter and Saturday mornings back home, with his mom humming as she stood by the stove and the sun streamed in through the open windows. The sound of the sizzling pan was accompanied by a rock song playing in the background, a cool guitar distortion filling the room, followed by a gravelly voice singing a capella.

And there was Sirius in the middle of it all, moving around the kitchen gracefully, head bopping and singing into a ladle. He slid across the floor like Tom Cruise in that old movie as he moved to the fridge and a chuckle bubbled out of Remus’ chest, taking with it most of the heaviness still clinging to him.

Sirius jumped up, accidentally closing the fridge door with a bang, and turned to face Remus fully. It was only then that Remus realized what he was wearing: he had black ripped jeans and a black tee, his hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail; and on top of all that, he had one of those aprons that had a buff man printed on the front, that read “Kiss the chef”.

Remus stared for so long that Sirius followed his gaze and looked down, only to look back up quickly with a blush. “It was James’ idea of a joke.”

James, as Remus was quickly learning, took special pleasure in teasing his friends, although Lily claimed he always failed when it came to her. But Sirius clearly treasured anything that came from his best friend, no matter how silly or awkward.

Clearing his throat, Remus stepped into the kitchen and peered at the stove. “What are you making?”

“Pancakes!” Sirius exclaimed, seemingly glad for the rapid move of the subject. “I thought you could use some hangover breakfast,” he added with a shrug before turning back to the mixing bowl on the counter.

“Oh,” Remus said dumbly, taken by surprise. He scrambled for something to add. “Did you get the recipe from the same place as those cookies?”

Sirius spluttered and threw an offended look over his shoulder. “Mon Dieu, I’m never going to live that down, am I? I’ll have you know, these are my speciality. But I won’t give you anything if you keep that attitude up.”

Laughing quietly, Remus breathed a sigh of relief that Sirius wasn't looking at him with pity or mentioning his sorry state from the night before. So much had happened between them in just one day, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act anymore. He shuffled awkwardly to the island and, as he leaned on it, the name of the song Sirius had been dancing to dawned on him.

“I can’t believe you’re actually listening to Black Dog,” Remus said, covering his face, not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

“Hey,” Sirius turned to point at him with the batter-covered ladle, “Plant speaks to me on a spiritual level. I’m sending good vibes to Cocoa.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, making an effort to keep the corners of his mouth down. “You do know that the lyrics have nothing to do with dogs, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s the feeling that counts,” he waved his hand dismissively, sending a few vanilla-colored drops flying, “and the song title.” Smiling at that logic, Remus shook his head—as weird as it was, he found it reassuring. Sirius peered at him as he flipped the golden pancakes easily. “I’m glad you look better. How are you feeling?”

Remus tensed up, but it didn’t look like Sirius was making fun of him. Focusing on some point by his feet, he rubbed at his neck. "Yeah, um. Thank you for your help. And sorry about...everything. I guess it was one thing after the other and it was just too much.”

“We’ve been through this, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Sirius smiled tentatively. “Have they contacted you from the vets?”

“Actually, I called just now.” His heart rate picked up as excitement coursed through his body. Saying the words aloud made them even more real, allowed them to settle in and gave way to tiny pinpricks of impatience. “They said everything’s good. I can bring him home after lunch.”

Sirius turned to face him fully and his hand went to grip Remus’ forearm, his smile turning so bright it was almost blinding. “Remus, that’s great.”

Remus smiled too, staring straight at him. “Yeah,” he breathed. After a second too long, he coughed discreetly and moved back. “I just feel like I won’t be able to relax fully until I see him, you know? I wish I could go over now.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Sirius said as he leaned back too, fingers moving to play with the strings of his apron. “Just a few more hours, eh?” Remus hummed noncommittally and, sensing that he needed a bit of a distraction, Sirius turned his attention back to the food. “In the meantime, can you get the plates from over there?” He pointed at a cabinet as he got the pan out of the stove.

Remus did as he was asked and brought them over to the counter, where an array of toppings were waiting. His stomach grumbled as he watched Sirius cutting up some strawberries to place over the pancakes and then drizzling chocolate on top of everything, singing under his breath to the next song on his playlist. It was all oddly domestic. It was nice.

They sat in the living room to eat, though instead of sharing the couch like they had last night, Sirius—now without the ridiculous apron—sat across the coffee table on one of the armrests. Remus took a bite of the fluffy sponge and closed his eyes with a hum. “Ok, you were right. These are awesome.”

Sirius had just taken a mouthful himself, but he beamed before he swallowed and licked some of the chocolate off his finger. “Glad you like them, Re. I don’t think my reputation could have survived another fiasco.”

“Are you sure this wasn’t just a lucky mistake?” Remus joked, if only to ignore the way his stomach jumped at the nickname, prompting Sirius to throw a napkin at him.

For the next two hours or so, the conversation was light and easy while the music kept playing at a dim level. But, as time went on and the plates got piled up on the coffee table, Sirius started getting distracted.

He kept glancing at his phone like he was checking the time or waiting for a call. Remus would have thought that he was overstaying his welcome—Sirius had a life to get back to, after all—if it weren’t for the fact that the man kept the conversation going and going, asking questions and gesturing excitedly when he was telling a story about how he and his friends had once managed to get a flock of pigeons inside a train full of passengers. At this point, Remus was pretty sure that Sirius was not capable of lying.

A lazy breeze drifted in from the open window, bringing in the smell of morning dew and ruffling Sirius’ hair so that a few strands fell in front of his face. As he brushed them back, he raised his eyes and pinned Remus with a look that was slowly becoming very familiar. That look that said he wanted to say something but he was choosing his words carefully.

Remus was pretty sure he knew what that meant. So far, everything he’d blabbed about the night before had been skillfully avoided—mostly by Remus averting his eyes every time Sirius looked at him like that. He wasn’t looking away now though. Wasn’t sure he could, honestly; not with such intensity and thinly-veiled concern directed his way. Sirius opened his mouth, the words starting to form at the back of his throat when Remus’ phone pinged.

He jumped slightly and went to quickly fish it out of his pocket, holding on to the getaway it provided. Talking about his behaviour or the few hints he’d let slip about his past was not something he was ready to tackle. A quiet sigh dropped from Sirius’ lips as he got up to take the plates back to the kitchen, while Remus stared at the notification flashing on his home page. “Oh, Padfoot just uploaded a new video?”

The sound of ceramic banging in the sink startled Remus into looking up. “Um...you ok?”

“Yes! Too much soap,” Sirius’ voice came back, muffled slightly by the running water.

Remus snorted and got comfortable on one end of the couch, resting his back on the side and pulling his knees up. He wiggled his toes as he waited for the page to load, digging them into the plush sofa and then tapping his feet when the video finally started. It began like usual, with the starting screen of a game and Padfoot’s cheerful voice.

“Hello everyone and welcome! You’ve all been nagging at me to play with Prongs more often, so I hope you appreciate how much effort it took to get his ass out of bed.”

“That’s so not the introduction I was expecting,” another voice complained.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to do it?”

“Why, yes, thank you. Hello y’all! By popular demand and because I know you like me more than this silly goose, I am here to play some games and have fun! Mostly at Padfoot’s expense.”

“You’re the only person in the world who could say ‘silly goose’ and not have everyone laughing at them.”

“I know, it’s a skill I honed for years.”

“What the hell,” Remus laughed, shaking his head fondly.

Sirius came back into the room, drying his hands absentmindedly on his pants as he took his seat back. He sat at the very edge of the cushion, leaning slightly forward with his hands clasped between his knees, eyes down.

Remus made a questioning sound, waving the phone in front of him. “Do you mind?”

“No,” Sirius croaked, gesturing with his hand for him to go on as he cleared his throat.

A small line of confusion pulled Remus’ brows together. Something was definitely going through Sirius’ mind. Deciding to give the man some time, Remus focused his attention back on the video and made a note to ask later if something was bothering him.

Padfoot was talking about the game they were going to play and Remus could feel his energy even through the screen. He always got like this when he was trying something new. Remus pictured him bouncing on his chair, waiting impatiently to start playing, tapping the buttons in anticipation. “He’s like a kid on sugar, isn’t he?” he said without thinking.

A cough came from Sirius’ spot. “Well, I… I think it’s...nice? He sounds happy.”

The corners of Remus’ lips tugged up in a small smile at that. “Yeah. That’s good.”

“Huh?”

“He didn’t seem his usual self in the past few streams. I’m just glad he’s ok, is all.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw how Sirius’ hands gripped his knees tightly, slipping through the holes in his jeans. Remus watched in silence but, just when he was about to ask what was going on, the video changed. A small square appeared on one of the corners, showing a man sitting in a chair, not much to see in the background, his face covered with the black dog that was his signature logo. Remus sat up straighter. It wasn’t often that Padfoot appeared in his videos and he couldn’t help the interest that sparked inside him whenever it happened. He scanned the small image until something caught his eye.

“Huh? ...Wait. That’s—” Remus froze for a second before promptly throwing his phone to the other end of the couch. “Oh my God.” He covered his mouth, feeling the pull of his mouth as a grin lit up his face, his wide eyes not leaving the small device lying innocently face up. “Oh my God, oh my God.”

“What happened?”

Remus turned to see Sirius looking at him with a confused little smile, probably wondering if he was still drunk or just bonkers.

“He...he’s wearing my merch. My merch.” And one of his favourite hoodies from the collection, at that. “How—How does he even know about me? I know he likes to keep in shape but…”

The faintest blush crossed Sirius’ cheeks. He rubbed his hands together, looking down at them and then back up at Remus’ still astounded face. He took a deep breath and exhaled in one go. “You know, I’m...” He trailed off, mouth opening and closing a few times.

Remus tried to bring his thoughts back to the room, to the man in front of him and not the one on the screen. He bent forward to grab the discarded phone, his mind still reeling as he paused the video. “Yeah?” he prompted Sirius to go on when he straightened back up, smile still in place—he wasn’t sure he could wipe it off even if he wanted to.

Sirius’ grey eyes roamed his face, then went to the phone in his hands before they finally settled on his bright expression and he sighed, smiling and shaking his head. “No, nevermind.”

Remus tilted his head, but Sirius simply shrugged. “Are you sure? You can say it, whatever it is.”

“I don’t think it’s the right time,” Sirius admitted, letting his head fall back as he worried his lip.

Curiosity flared up, dazzling and hot, and Remus tried to water it down, unwilling to trespass Sirius’ boundaries. Instead, he looked down and tried to organise his whirring mind, eyes going to the clock on his phone. “Fuck,” he muttered. He really wanted to finish watching and keep talking with Sirius, but it was getting late. “I should probably get going.”

“Oh,” Sirius blinked as he raised his head up. “You can stay if you want to.”

“No, I…” Remus stood up. “I should go get the key from Leo. I will probably see both his mom and mine, which means it won’t be a short visit and I’d like to be at the clinic as soon as possible.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

Stopping midstep, Remus turned to look at Sirius, eyebrows raised. “Come with me?”

“Yeah, to the clinic? You are not too fond of them.”

It wasn’t a question, but Remus replied anyway, surprised that Sirius had caught on to that at all. “No, I’m not,” he said, dumbfounded. He shook his head. “But it’s ok, you did a lot for me already.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Remus, anyone in my place would have done the same.”

No, they wouldn’t.

“It’s fine, really. Leo will probably come with me,” he said. He wasn’t sure how Sirius could think that everyone was that selfless, that any person would have helped an almost stranger without thinking it was too much effort. Remus chose not to say anything about it, knowing fully well that was not the case.

#my one in a million #moiam #fanfic #remus x sirius #siriusxremus #sirius x lupin #wolfstar fic #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black

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Twisted Wonderland playlist Update!!

Hey, it's been a while since I made my original playlist, and I came up with more ideas so let's update it. All songs are based on the song's vibe and/or lyrics. If I add more songs I'll either make another post or reblog this one. Reblogs are appreciated!

Track list

Over all

- Mad at Disney by salem ilese:

- Im not ok by the weathers:

OB overall

- Branded by NateWantsToBattle

- killer in the mirror by Set it off

- Control by Halsey

Yuu

- Drama by AJR

- Help me by Or3o

HEARTSLABUYL

Queen of broken hearts by Blackbear

Welcome to Wonderland by Anson Seabra

Riddle Rosehearts

- St. Bernard by Lincoln

- a big world by Joel Adams

- Monster by Shawn Mendes & Justin Bieber

- Aishite by Kikuo

- (OB) Walls could talk by Halsey

- (Post OB) Kings and Queens by Ava Max

Trey Clover

- Figure it out by Blu DeTiger

- Magic by Linda Diaz

-Put your records on by Ritt Momney

Cater Diamond

- Bang by AJR

- Lies by Will Jay

- Levitating by Dua Lipa ft Da baby

- Humpty dumpty by AJR

- Pretender by AJR

- Dancing in my room by 347aidan

Duece Spade

- Raging on a sunday by Bohnes

- Lights out by Mindless self-indugence

- U should by CHIKA

- Hey look mom I made it by Panic at the Disco!

Ace Trappola

- Magic in the Hamptons by Social House, Lil Yatchy

- Troublemaker by Olly Murs

- Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Expierence

SAVANNACLAW

- Rebels by call me Karizma

Leona Kingscholar

- 18 by Anarbor

- Sweatpants by Childish Gambino

- message man by twenty one pilots

- (OB) WHY by NF

- (Post OB) Viva la vida by Coldplay

- Lazy song by Bruno Mars

Ruggie Buchie

- Teenagers by MCR

- Why Worry by Set it Off

Jack Howl

- the judge by twenty one pilots

- the Fall by half•alive

- Role models by AJR

OCTAVINELLE

- Looking like this by Lyre le temps

- Bust you kneecaps by Pomplamoose

- The fine print by Stupendium

- Greedy by Or3o

Azul Ashenghrotto

- Do myself better by Davy Boi

- Alone by Nico Collins

- Whisper by burn the ballroom

- Oh No by Marina and the Diamonds

- (OB) Animal by Chase Holfelder

- (OB) Emperor's New clothes by Panic At the Disco

- (Post OB) survivin' by Bastille

Jade Leech

- Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic at the Disco

- Twisted by MISSIO

- DEATHWISH by poutyface

Floyd Leech

- Dancing's not a crime by Panic at the disco

- Let's kill tonight by Panic at the Disco

SCARABIA

-Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

-Prisoner by Miley Cyrus and Dua Lip

-Hypnotized by Set it off

-Monster by Dodie

Kalim Al-Alsim

- Tongue tied by grouplove

- Stupid for you by Waterparks

Jamil Viper

- Angry Too by Lola Blanc

- Thanks I hate it

- (OB) Intro 3 by NF

- People I dont like by Upsahl

- therefore I am by Billie Eilish

-me myself and I by Vinyl Theatre

POMMEFIORE

-How to be a heartbreaker by MARINA

-GRRRLS by AVIVA

Vil Schonhiet

- Genetics by Meghan Trainer

- Lemons by Brye and cavetown

- Mr . Crazy Villain by Teniwoha

- Readymade by Ado

- (OB) All eyes on me by Or3o

- (OB) Ballad of Sarah Berry from 35MM

- (OB) Castle by Halsey

Rook Hunt

- Unhealthy obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

-Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Epel Felmier

- I'm just your problem from Adventure time

- Boys will be bugs by Cavetown

- Misery Business by Paramore

- Dramaturgy by E ve

IGNHIDYE

-Gasoline by Halsey

-Deviltown by Cavetown

Idia Shroud

- feel something by Bea Miller

- Overwhelmed by Royal & the Serpent

- Normal by AJR

- I built a friend by Alec Benjamin

- Gira Gira by Ado

- Isolate by Sub Urban

- Borderline by Nico Collin

- Lotus Eater by Foster the People

Ortho Shroud

- 50//50 by Vantage

- Flyday Chinatown by Yasuha

- Miku by Anamanaguchi

DIASOMNIA

-Oh Raven by Unlike Pluto

-Sodier, Poet, King by Oh hellos

-Turn the lights off by Tally Hall

Malleus Draconia

- the Moss by Cosmo Sheldrake

- Play with Fire by Sam Tinnesz, Yacth Money

Lillia Vanrouge

- Blood by MCR

- Come along by Cosmo Sheldrake

Sebek Zigvolt

- Wriggle by Cosmo Sheldrake

-Thunder by Imagine Dragons

- Warriors by Imagine Dragons

Silver

- two birds on a wire by Rehina Spektor

-Everything stays from Adventure time

EDIT: I updated the YouTube link

#twisted wonderland #character playlist #heartslabyul #savannaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pommefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #Spotify

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almondmilks-posts · 3 years

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C!schlatt- executed

I got lots of DMs asking for more angst so here

* You and schlatt get into an argument about him being president and executing tubbo ect, in a drunken rage he stabs you.

*Woah this is the longest thing I've ever written.

It all started when Fundy tipped you off about schlatts plans of executing tubbo for helping Wilbur and Tommy out,which you knew about ofc. You treated tubbo like one of your own and even sometimes helped him sneak out the Whitehouse without schlatt knowing; but killing tubbo over that broke you. You had to say something to hopefully put a stop to your husband's madness and his drinking. God did you hate how much he drunk, it drove you nuts.

You- he's just a boy. (Get the reference...)

Schlatt- I. Don't.give a fuck. He's. Traitor

You- do you blame him schlatt? Him and Tommy are close brothers even he probably felt terrible about what happend you know when you-

Schlatt- oh well should of thought I'd that before helping that that CHILD. HE'S MY RIGHT HAND MAN HE HAD ALL THE POWER AMD NOW and now he's going to pay the price and it's an expensive price to pay.

You walked over to the window and stood looking out into manburg. Just thinking about how you can save the poor boys life. How could warn him without schlatt finding out? you came to nothing. You and schlatt were married you were first lady, wherever you went he went. You were in a deep thought about tubbo and what his death would mean to the server when quackity quietly Knocked on the dark oak door.

Quackity- uh boss I hate to interrupt but you have a meeting in 20 minutes down at the twitch prime church.

Schlatt sighed. Stood up off his chair and walked over to you, but not before grabbing the bottle. Schlatt got super close to your face, so close you could see the little wrinkles that had developed around his eyes and forehead since becoming president, your nose scrunched under the smell of alcohol from his breath or from his clothes you honestly couldn't tell anymore.

Schlatt- we will no longer speak on the matter. I AM THE PRESIDENT FOR MANBURG WHAT I SAY GOES.

He slaunted away from you pushing past quackity. Quackity gave you a sad smile as you both knew how mean schlatt could get when he drank, and recently he had been drinking alot. Quackity turned towards the open door to make sure schlatt was outta ear distance.

Quackity- go.

You- huh?

Quackity- I told Phill that you would be seeing him thecno Wilbur and Tubbo in the bunker. Go warn them.

You- i- hhhh thank you quackity I love you so much man.

Quackity- I know I know. Hurry because it looks like we are going to be in for along night if schlatt messes up this meeting

You- he's so drunk he can't even walk straight of course he's going to ok I'll run along I'll take the horse to speed things up.

Quackity quickly shut the door before running to where schlatt would be waiting downstairs for the meeting while you grabbed your axe and saddle. You made your way out the escape hatch in your office and found your horse (name your horse here pls comment the names I wanna see what y'all name your animals)

Horse- neyyyy

You- heyyyy boy shhh it's just me ok ok steady ok I'm getting on 3...2...1... And uppp fewww ok not so bad is it (horse name) ok off to warn Tubbo.

Your horse stamped it's hooves and took off for the bunker. You had ridden this path hundreds of time so it was easy for you and the horse to get to, quackity said he already told Phill about your arrival do he should be waiting for you to turn up. You were right because Wilbur was waiting outside for you to arrive. His usual green jacket and black Beanie on his head.

Wilbur- hey y/n in here look you can rest (horse name) in here Niki built it.

You- Niki joined? Awesome o haven't seen her in so long, well since she messed up the soup and schlatt fired her

Wilbur- how is he by the way y/n? Come inside and we can talk about him later or should I say rant

You- true true.

You walked through the entrance carefully, you had fallen down the rails the first few times Wilbur took you here. Over his presidential campaign you and wilbur had actually been pretty close and luckily kept in contact even though schlatt won. SBI was a group you practically grew up with just not enough for Phill to adopt you, but you don't blame him, you wouldn't fit the dynamic plus your parents didn't really like the idea but they never really liked anything you did.

Phill- oh hey y/n were all down here what do you want to talk about quackity said it was urgent so I called a meeting.

You got to the bottom of the steps to find everyone waiting on the floor for you to arrive. By everyone I mean: Phill, Tubbo, Tommy, Niki, thecno. You waved at Niki who had changed her hair colour since you saw her last she waved back with a huge smile on her face but a hint of sadness in your eyes. You had changed so much, you just look exhausted which was not wrong.

You- oh um yes hi everyone, sorry to be so blunt but uhhh there is no better way to say this. Tubbo is in grave danger. Schlatt is planning to...

Your hands started to shake vigorously, you felt dizzy, you wanted to throw up. Almost as if your body is warning you about doing this right now it's screaming at you to not betray your husband of four years like this but you have to.

Tommy- planning what y/n spit it out?

Niki- hey, y/n it's ok shhh Tommy what schlatt planning in doing to Tubbo?

You- he's PLANNING TO EXECUTE you tubbo. He knows, I don't know why or how but he knows about all of this and your his right hand man he's going to kill you tubbo, hang you for tertiary. I'm so sorry I-

Tommy- Tubbo? No? You can't die not now

Thecno- all our plans. Just gone.

Phill- he can't hang tubbo he's just a boy.

At this point you were sobbing now. Full on ugly crying. Your heart physically hurt from all the angst and the possibility of Tubbo dying. Your knees gave out on the floor as you wept for the young boy and he was still alive. The others argued in the back as to what to do. Tommy grabbed Tubbo and hugged him, Wilbur was crying over the threat of danger even thecno was a little on edge.

You- I'm sorry. But I must go I can't I can't stay im sorry.

Phill- it's ok. Thank you for warning us sport.

With that you climbed the stairs thinking about nothing honestly. You were numb. Your husband was going to murder someone you looked as your brother for years what did this mean for you? You were also helping them did he know about that? How did he know about tubbo's tretariy? You got on the back of your horse and rode back to manburg.

Climbing up the shoot to your office was miserable. You felt miserable, confused and alone. You had no idea how long you were sat in your chair looking at the chipped desk until the door was slammed open hitting the wall with a lud bang. You didn't need to look up to know it was your husband. Even before marriage he always slammed doors open like they were nothing.

Schlatt- what's got you all down in the dumps? HM sweetheart?

You- you know what and don't call me that.

You crossed your arms still refusing to make eye contact with the ram hybrid. This really pissed him off. He however pissed you off more by calling you sweetheart which to some would seem sweet but you knew schlatt better. This time was dripping in sarcasm because he was mind fucked drunk by now not caring about anyone or anything. Schlatt waddled up to your desk and stood right on front of you, still not looking up at him you pulled out some paperwork and started to mindlessly sign it.

Schlatt- me YOUR PRESIDENT just signed a huge deal with badboyhalo.what is wrong with you recently huh? Cats got your tounge ok what about pig hybrid got your tounge? Or angel of death got your tounge or exhild child got your tounge?

You froze. He did know.

Schlatt- AHH struck a nerve, don't stop signing MY papers dear you are my wife after all.

You- no. Fuck you schlatt you can't hang the poor boy he's so young and innocent what was he supposed to do? You know I have to sign paperwork before you do anything and I won't sign off on it.

You threw your pen at schlatt in a rage. You didn't see if it hit him to enraged to care, papers were ripped, you there everything off your desk onto the floor. Schlatt just stood there blank expression not saying anything to you.

You- fuck you schlatt you don't control me.

You picked up the photo of you and schlatt on your wedding day. You ponderd on it for a second before stomping up to schlatt and shoving the picture on his face.

You- look at it. LOOK AT US LOOK HOW HAPPY I WAS NOW LOOK AT ME? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU? OR DO I LOOK EXHAUSTED? STRESSED? because I am all of them things being married to you schlatt you are a terrible president and you have no power you're a pussy and won't face your problems like a real man.

Schlatt picked up the bottle of vodka and downed the whole lot you just stood there absolutely raging over this man's attitude and willingness to just disregard everyone in his life.

Schlatt- I DONT CARE HOW YOI FEEL I DONT CARW ABOUT ANYONE NOT EVEN QUACKITY OR MY WIFE. I AM THE BEST PRESIDENT MANBURG HAD EVER SEEN AND YOU WILL OBAY THE RULE OF SCHLATT. I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN HELPING THE FUCKERS AND YOU WILL SUFFER JUST LIKE TUBBO, JUST LIKE TOMMY, JUST LIKE DREAM YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE FOR YOUR CRIMES. AGAINST. YOUR COUNTRY. AGAINST. YOUR PRESIDENT.

With every word schlatt got closer and closer to you. Terrified of schlatt, becoming increasingly more angry to the point his horns have grown pitch black out of pure hatred. You moved back as far as you could against the glass in your office. Schlatt pressing you up against it with his body but this time shoving a finger in your face and still yelling about how incompetent you are as a wife and as a person.

Suddenly you felt a stabbing pain just above your heart. You look down to see a black colour sword through your chest and red blood gushing out onto your clothes and floor ( ok the sword is still in so in irl not a lot of blood would actually escape unless the object was removed top tip but for theatrics blood eveywhere) you weakly reach up to grasp the blood covers wrist of schlatt to pull the sword out but to no avail as you suddenly feel super dizzy and everything goes black.

Quackity- she's.... She's.....y/n's dead

Quackity heard you and schlatt yelling in his office when silence happend. He knew this was a bad sign and anxiously walked to schlatts office with shaky hand. He got close enough to hear a loud thud and XP drop on the ground. He ran back to his office to think when schlatt walked by ( in this his office is made.of glass) staring at his hands, suit all covered in blood. His heart dropped and ran back to the office to collect your stuff, running on adrenaline he ran all the way the he bunker to tell the others. No time for him to cry yet he was still in shock over what just happened.

Niki- no no no no pls say your lying pleas no no not y/n

Niki dropped to her knees sobbing and rocking backwads and forwards much like you did less than three hours ago when you came to warn the crew. You were her friend and was the only person who helped her when she was working for schlatt at the white house.

Wilbur- no no why how? Pls no?

Wilbur and you were probably the closest, he found you in the forest over 12 years ago chasing after foxes and collecting berries Wilbur always wanted a younger sibling as this point Phill only had thecno and Wilbur.

Phill- oh no poor y/n.

Tommy- what the fuck how?

Phill when he first saw you recognised you emidiatly looking much like your father. However he knew the man and knew what he was like so he had no problems when you visited them for tea many nights a week. He did think about adopting you right after Tommy arrived as you looked after him so well. Crafting him many clothes and many pumpkin pies. So so so many he always asked Phil if he had the recipe as he knew you couldn't make them as frequently as you used to.

Everyone was going to miss you greatly they just didn't expect to see you at the festival but now as ghosty/n. All your tries and efforts were in vain. Manburg still got blown up. But you did make good friends with Ghostbur. Glatt knew off you but was too embarrassed to see you.

Ugh ok this took me over two hours to write non stop. I just got this idea and ran with it omg I got so carried away. As of now probably my fav story.

#jschlatt #dream smp #Tubbo #villain wilbur #wilbursoot #mcytumblr #mcyt #dsmp glatt #mcyt x reader #tommyinnt #philza #manberg vs pogtopia

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rebelwrites · 4 years

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Accident (NSFW)

Jax Teller x Reader

requested by @lady-pswrld // Hey beautiful. Not sure if you've done something similar but can I please have something like the reader has a small accident of her bike whilst out with some of the crew. She's fine just some scrapes. She doesn't tell Jax so he rushes home when he finds out. She's sleeping on the sofa and he wakes her up and is like "you ok baby" where does it hurt and he kisses where she points so she point all over her body! It's sweet fluffy but turns a little smutty 😉 Love you ❤

A/N: okay so rebel is back and what better way then with a bit of Jax fluff and smut 😉

There was one downside to being not only Jax Tellers Wife and old lady but the First Lady of Samcro and that was you couldn’t go anywhere without one of the others with you, you didn’t mind so much if it wasn’t a prospect because they didn’t try and tail you, they rode beside you.

This was exactly what was happening today, you were on your way back from getting your nails done and Chibs and Tig both decided to come with you today, everyone thought it was just for protection but you knew the truth, they were coming to get manicures as well so it was basically a family trip out.

The roads were quiet as the three of you churned the tarmac of charming, smiling to yourself as you thought how uneventful the morning had been, well that was until you didn’t see the oil spill on the road ahead on the bend, riding straight into it as your lost control of your Harley and being thrown off your bike, skidding along the tarmac.

Let’s just say it was a bad day to wear shorts and just one of Jax’s tops tied at the hips.

“Fuck” you groaned as you pushed yourself to to a sitting position as both Chibs and Tig were by your side in a instant.

“Shit lass ye okay?” Chibs panicked as he helped you to your feet guiding you to his bike.

“I think so” you nodded “don’t think I’m bleeding”

“Lemme ave a look love” Chibs said crouching down to check your legs before lifting your top up making sure you had nothing that needed stitches “just a bit of road rash lass”

“Won’t be the last time” you shrugged “tiger my bike okay to ride?”

“Doll how do I say this” Tig said taking your hand in his.

“Just say it tiger” you sighed.

“She’s fucked” he sighed “fixable but too fucked to ride back, prospect is on his way with the flatbed, but question is you didn’t fuck the claws up did you?”

“Not a single scratch” you smirked as he inspected them.

“Good” he chuckled “now you ride back with Chibs and I will wait for with the bike”

Scooting back on the seat to let Chibs climb on, you wrapped your arms around his waist resting your head on his shoulder.

“Wan me ta take ye ta clubhouse or home?” He asked.

“Home please, I’m gonna take some painkillers and have a nap I think” you nodded.

As soon as Jax pulled back into the lot, the first thing he saw was your bike being wheeled off the flatbed, panic ran through his veins as he saw the straight of the Harley. Ripping his helmet off he rushed inside to find Chibs and Tig.

“What the fuck happened?” Jax roared.

“Jackie boy calm down” Chibs said placing his hand on Jax’s shoulder “she’s fine, just a little banged up”

“Where is she?” Jax breathed.

“A took her home, A swear it’s nothing major she just had a bit of road rash, there was oil on the road she didn’t see” Chibs nodded sipping his beer.

“And before you bust out balls she told us not to call you” Tig said.

No more words were said as Jax pretty much ran out of the building to his bike.

It wasn’t long before he was walking into the house, to find you fast asleep on the sofa, crouching down to your level he brushed some hair off your face.

“Hey sleepy” he whispered as his fingers caressed your cheek waking you up.

“Hey you” you smiled sleepily.

“I saw your bike, are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine baby” you nodded “just a bit of road rash”

“Want me to kiss it better?” He smirked.

“What am I? 5 years old” you giggled sitting up on the sofa.

“Shut up and just tell your husband where it hurts” he said with a little authority in his voice making you swallow.

Kicking the blanket off you, you pointed to the back of your arms, within seconds Jax was placing soft kisses along the gauze, you then pointed to your calves, and more kisses were pressed against the gauze, rolling over you lifted up Jax’s shirt pointing at your lower back and the back of your thighs.

Jax couldn’t help himself as you lifted his shirt revealing nothing but a pair of purple lace underwear, it was natural instinct as the growl left his lips, even though he was distracted he kissed the places you pointed to before grazing his teeth on your ass cheeks.

“Is there anywhere I missed darlin’?” He said with a smirk as you rolled over matching his smirk before taking your bottom lip between your lips.

“Well since you asked, there is one more place that could do with kisses” you said innocently.

“And where would that be Mrs Teller?” Jax smirked as his fingers ghosted the inside of your thighs making you almost lose your train of thought.

Swatting his hands away making him pout, you shook your head, shimming out of your underwear, tossing them on the floor, leaning back against the sofa you parted your knees giving him the perfect view of your core, there was no denying that you were turned on right now, and Jax knew it as his tongue ran over his bottom lip waiting on your answer.

“Here” you whispered, placing a finger on your clit.

Jax flashed you that shit eating smirk that always made you weak as he threw your legs over his shoulder, kissing and nipping the inside of your thigh, moving closer to the one spot you needed him the most.

Your breathing had started to get heavier as he got closer, his beard scratching your skin as he moved, the one thing you hated was how much your husband loved to tease you, getting you hot and bothered.

What felt like hours later he ran his tongue through your wet folds, making you moan, throwing your head back in pleasure as he latched into your clit, swiping his tongue over the bundle of nerves in just the way you liked it, your hands tangled themselves in his hair as he slipped a finger into your core.

He knew what pushed you to the edge, it was something he prided himself in, knowing how to take care of his wife in only the ways he could. He felt your walls start to clench his fingers as your moans filled the room, pulling his finger out, he leant back smirking as he held his finger out in front of you and instantly you took it in your mouth whilst maintaining eye contact, sucking your juices off his finger.

“Can’t believe you just stopped” you pouted as he pulled his finger out of your mouth “like I was so fucking close”

“Oh I know you were” he winked as he pushed his hands under your bum, standing up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist and you felt just how hard he was as he carried you to the bedroom “Maybe I’m just not done with you yet wifey”

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xsarcasticwriterx · 3 years

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Young God-Part 1

Summary: Your power isn't even a power its simply words. You can understand people, get into their head and know them better than anyone all willingly on their end. This made you useful to the avengers when villains came and you could understand and fix them. When this is asked to be done to loki you cant help but fall for the god the more you get to know him.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warning: Swearing, Loki being loki,angst

Notes: Ok lemme just start of saying loki isn't going to be...nice in the beginning of this i got the idea off of joker and harley quinn's relationship and slightly silence of the lambs so do with that what you will now i adore loki so he won't be a dick the whole time just yea someone getting into loki's head? he isn't too chill with that.

You walked down the stairs leading to the dungeon where the god was locked away ready for you to speak to. you heard the mocking laughs and sarcastic remarks made as you passed the cells.” “hey mortal lemme get a taste” he said thrust to you. you flipped him off not looking at him and passing on by. seeing the god laying on the couch reading a book you walked through the boundaries placed stepping before him. Odin had given you a pill, said it would allow you past the wall of an hour and only you. “hello” he said reading his book still. “apologies for my fellow inmates they can be quiet rude” he said with a small smirk.

“ironic coming from a man with the nickname silver tongue” you said sitting down on a chair in front of him. he placed down his book “oh doll there's more to that nickname” he said with a wink. you simply rolled your eyes in response. you had been told loki was like this. “anyways why are you here” he asked sitting up turning to you “did odin send you to make sure im behaving?” he asked with a snarky tone

You made a mental note of his hatred for odin, though from your interactions with the man you slightly understood that. “i'm here to speak to you” is all you said. loki scoffed “you doll are a horrible liar” he said with a smirk. He stood up and walked around you almost scanning you. “what's the real reason your here?” he asked behind you. “truly i am here to talk to you” you repeated with a straight face and shrug. “then talk” he said bending down right in front of your face. his breath ghosting over your face and his long wavy hair falling in his face. “your a god you live for years on end tell me loki, how old are you?” you asked. loki gave a smile before standing “my age? that's what you came for?” he huffed. “ill answer your questions if you answer mine” he said in return

you turned around facing him “i don't answer questions” you said with a shrug “oh come on doctor i know your other patients didn't just comply with your questioning” he said with a smirk. he was always smiling or smirking, never a true smile something to show planning, no not planning, anger? no not anger. hurt? yes thats it hes hurt and hides it with his devilish smile. to throw you off to push you away. make you fear him over wanting to know him.

Now the new question was how did he know you were a doctor. well you may not be an official doctor but you were one of sorts. You had been in college to get a phycology degree until fury swept you up making you work for him. you tilted your head alarming the god you were lost on his accusation. “oh dear as you said i am a god you don't think i could fall for your tricks and lies like the others did you?” he asked walking to you “doll only i make the tricks here” he said holding your jaw. “now we play by my rules” he said with another smile. “stop” you said. his smile widened “stop smiling” you said. you saw a hint of confusion wash over before it was erased with another smirk “why doll?” he asked. “because its a lie” you said. loki's face became serious “you talk of lies yet you wouldn't tell me why your here” he said walking around the room.

“Fine i'm here to evaluate you” you said simply “now will you answer my questions?” you asked. “I have been just not the ones you want the answer to.” he replied. “agree to my terms and ill be more than willing to answer you” he said with a sarcastic smile “i ask the questions not you” you replied. he shrugged laying back down reading his book again. you only had an hour with him so you had no choice but to comply with his rules or you'll get nowhere but you also didn't want the god to think he could just boss you around and throw a fit.

you shrugged picking up your bag walking out of the room. “1,054″ you said blankly. you turned confused “my age” he said still reading. you nodded walking back in “one question” you said sitting down. he smirked still looking at the book but not reading it “well start simple. name?” he asked. “y/n” you replied. “y/n....mmm now y/n why are you here?” he asked sitting up. “to evalu-” you started to say before he cut you off “why are you here?” he asked “were not doing this loki i said one question” you said standing back up. your hour was almost over. “what happened doctor don't like a taste of your own medicine?” he asked with a dark smile. “why do you do that? smile so much?” you asked. “you tell me you said it was a lie which means you've made your own deductions of it so tell me doc why do i smile so much?” he asked tilting his head.

“to make people uncomfortable. they see you smile this mischievous smile a smile that they expect from the god of mischief. you become what people expect of you so they stay away now why you push people you don't know away i'm not quiet sure on but i assume it has something to do with your spite for odin” you said simply. loki gave a wide smile standing up “well well well doc, you are utterly” he said behind you getting close to your ear “wrong” he said simply straightening backup. “now you well i do have so many things to say about you” he said moving in front of you. “you evaluate people thinking you know everything about them so much more than they know themself, from body language to words to the crime they commited. but i my dear am simply a king who deserved a throne and would fight for it” he said sitting back down “hours up doll better leave before your trapped in here” he said looking at you with another smile.

Walking back up you felt unnerved. the god had a weird aura to him like he could read your mind. granted he may actually be able to in which case you need to be more careful about such things. you walked to your room feeling empty and drained. you fell back on the bed rubbing your face. the odinsons had given you your own quarters while you stayed there. there was knock on the door and you groaned “its open” you replied and the door opened revealing yet another god, a kinder one. Thor walked over sitting next to you “how was loki?” he asked. “loki was....exactly how yall described him” you sighed. thor griminced he hoped his brother would behave “did you get anything out of him?” he asked. “just his age which is useless it was more a test to see if he'd comply with me. think he got more out of me than i of him” you said looking up at thor.

“give him time. my brother can be...difficult but your a legend at this so you should do well it may take longer than usual but you'll get it” thor said cheerfully. you gave a small smile. you wanted to believe that you truly did but honestly you weren't sure. “loki sure is a strange guy” you said sitting up “Well he's not a guy hes a god such as i and he was raised by my mother” he said to you.

“get some rest i bet you'll do much better tomorrow” he said with a smile walking out. you sighed and changed, laying bed you felt sleep take over.

you stood in a black room seeing your parents smiling faces “mom? dad? you said with a smile. you started to run to them before blood dripped from there eyes and they slowly faded away. you stepped back feeling empty once again. you heard a chuckle and turned seeing loki laugh and roll his eyes before vanishing too

You awoke with a small scream and your heart racing. you were drenched in sweat and tears streamed down your face. once you calmed you growled launching up from bed and walking down to the dungeon storming past the assholes shouting crude things at you. you stood at loki's cell banging on the wall “hey asshole” you said blatantly. “well hello to you too doll isnt this a shocker” he said with another smile god how you wanted to slap that smile off his face “shut up” you said. loki sat up looking at you “well what can i do for you?” he asked. “your not supposed to have you powers in here” you said with a stern face

loki tilted his head in mock confusion “why i don't” he said voice dripping in sarcastic hurt as if offended by such accusations. “don't lie you bastard! You were in my head i know it you know it so let's just both know it” you yelled at him. His smile widened “ok darling but see i do have one question left unanswered. how did your parents die?” he asked stepping to the glass. “they didn't it was simply a nightmare” you groaned.

“no no see people who dream of the death unprompted feel pain,sadness,fear they try to stop it you well you felt nothing you just...stood there” he said looking down at you. “so how was it they died?” he asked. “if you can get in my head then you sure as shit know” you said looking down at the floor. you really did not want to speak of it.

“of course i do doll but i want to hear you say it” he said leaning on the glass. “i will not play into your game” you said storming off “you still hear it dont you? their screams” he said. “i do” he said after

you turned “pardon?” you asked walking back to him. “have a nice night darling” he said smiling walking back to his couch. “but you said-” you were cut off by the sounds of footsteps “oi you are not to be down here madam” the man said walking to you “oh yes sorry i must have sleep walked” you replied walking upstairs back to your bed.

laying down your head felt as if it was spinning. This was going to be an interesting roller coaster wasn't it.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki of asgard #loki layfeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki odison x reader #MCU #MCU fanfiction #mcu x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #tom hiddleston

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butteraway · 3 years

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when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary: A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha #bnha #mha angst #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #fanfic

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bwingus · 3 years

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Striker helps asher get home.

(This was an rp between me and @nightmares-and-preys . They also made the cover art. Check them out :3)

(Also, just a warning. Striker acts way different than he does in helluva boss. Hes nicer, and says things that contradict the cannon. Keep this in mind while reading this)

Just another day.. iiis what you'd think before the worst possible scenario happens to ya.

A teen was walking into their home as some of their siblings grabbed and dragged them off into their mini library.

"Guys, what the hell!?"

"Shush, You need to help us! We need you to read this spell for us" The sister said.

It made them confused but they nodded. "Alright..? What is it-"

"It's just a shrinking spell, We want to see if it actually works on this apple here."

"Uh- okay.." They stared at their siblings before starting the spell. It was going well until the brother knocked into them.

It made them mess up the words. "Eh!? D-damnit, Brot- w- WHATS GOING O-"

They had immediately vanished before their siblings eyes.

Next thing they knew, They felt a scorching hot pain.

The teen shakenly stood as they looked around. A horrific, desert like hellscape in front of them.

"What the hell..? Is- I-iiyy- Why is everything so big-" They winced before covering the bright red light from their eyes. "W-where am I!?- what's that loud noise-" They froze before looking back at the flaming horse that was approaching quickly. "O-oh hell!!" They jolted before fleeing from the horse's path. Catching a glimpse of it's horned rider.

"I-im in hell..!?"

Striker had been riding his horse, bombproof, when he smelt something extremely interesting. He smelt a human. "Now how in satan's name did a human get into hell?" He thought. He looked around, but didnt notice anything. That was until he saw something small, and human shaped run across the ground, and hide behind a can. So the human was small. Extremely small. He smelt the rank smell of magic aswell as the humans scent. They must have been teleported here, and accidentally shrunk themself in the process, or the other way around. He hoped off of bombproof, and then took a few careful steps towards the can. He didn't want to scare the human away. He was rather hungry, and this could be his next meal. Once he was about 2 feet away, the small human peeked out form behind the can. He could see the fear in their eyes. But somehting was different. This human looked young. Like, in their teens young. Now, if theres one rule striker had, it was that he didnt hurt kids, and he counted teens as kids. So right then and there he decided that he was gonna help this kid. He took one more step, and then decided to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Could you come out from behind that can? I want to help you, but I'll need you to come out form behind there." He said in the nicest way possible. "H-how do I know I can trust you?" She said, peeking out from behind the can. "Well, I'm the only person around for miles, and haven't tried to kill you yet. That's pretty trustworthy when it comes to hell." He told her, hoping that would convince her. "O-ok." She says as she walks out from behind the can. "Just stay there hun. I'll come over there and pick ya up." He said as he walked over, and gently picked her up. Once he had her at chest level he set her in his flat palm. "So, how did you even get here in the first place?" He asked her. "Well, my siblings wanted me to test a shrinking spell on an apple, and one of my brothers bumped me and made me mess up the spell. I guess it caused a shrinking and teleportation spell." She said sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry hun. I know a way to get ya home. Itll just take me a bit to get there. So, I need somewhere safe to transport you..." he said as he checked for anywhere he could hide her. If he hid her in a pocket, other demons would catch her scent. There is one other place he knew he could hide her, but he knew she would absolutely freak out if he put her into there. "Hey kid, do you trust me?" He asked hesitantly. "S-sure I guess. Why do you ask?" She asked, slightly frightened. "Becuase, I'm about to do something that will break your trust..." he says as he shoves her in his mouth. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He licked her around with his snake like tounge. He could feel her struggling, and could hear her begging to be let out, which made him feel like shit. Once she was slippery enough, he flicked his head back, and swallowed all of her in one gulp. She continued to squirm and shout even while going down his throat. The squirming actually hurt his throat. He felt her pass his collarbone, and then plop into his stomach. He felt her bang in the walls, and then heard her scream. "Please let me out of here! I dont wanna be in a demons stomach all day! It stinks in here!". That was unexpected. He thought she was gonna be scared of being digested. But it seems she just doesnt wanna be in his stomach becuase it stinks, and she just doesnt wanna be in there. Interesting. "I'm sorry kid, but that's the safest place you can be. If I had you in a pocket, another demon would have smelt your scent, and taken you. I'd rather not have that happen." He said as he rubbed the bulge she made in his belly. "Also, whats your name kid?" He asked her. "You can call me ash. What's your name?" She said. "The names striker." He answered. He then felt an extremely odd feeling. He could feel her rubbing his belly from the inside. He blushed and then started to purr. "A-alright kid. I best be getting ya home." He said as he hopped back on bombproof, and made his journey to I.M.P.

Time skip to when striker gets to IMP

Striker stopped bombproof in the parking lot, and then stepped up to the front door of the building. "Well, this isn't gonna end well..." striker said nervously. "What's wrong striker?" She asked. "Well, the guy who can help get you home, well, me and him have some bad blood." He said with a sigh. "W-well, what did you do?" She asked, slightly scared. "Well, I tried to kill his boyfriend, and tried to kill his employees." He said nervously, as he hoped that wouldnt scare her. "O-oh. Alright. Well, why did you do that?" She asked. "Well, I was hired to kill his boyfriend, and his employees got in the way. I'm tryin to make amends though." He said as he walked into the building, and made his way up to blitz's office. He peeked inside, and saw blitz sleeping at his desk. He opened the door, and walked up to the desk. He didnt know how to use the magic book, so he would have to wake blitz up. He shook blitz's shoulder, trying to wake him up. It seems it worked, as blitz slowly opened his eyes, and said. "Oh hey striker... wait STRIKER!?! WHAT in the FUCK are you doing here!?" He yelled as he pointed a pistol right at strikers stomach. "I wouldnt do that if I were you blitz." Striker said with a menacing snarl. "I got a human kid in there, and I'm tryin to get them back to earth. And i need your help to do it." Blitz lowered his gun. "Wow striker, I didnt think you would stoop low enough to eat kids. But I'm guessing your asking me to use the grimoire to teleport the kid back?" He said as he went and grabbed the grimoire, and started flipping through the pages, looking for the spell. "Mhm. That's exactly why I came here. I would have used the book myself, but I dont know how to." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll be in the meeting room, getting the spell ready. You should probably spit her out." Blitz said as he walked towards the door. "Before you go blitz, you should get a growth spell ready too. Shes currently tiny." Striker said as he started to cough, trying to spit her up. "Sure thing." Blitz said as he walked out the room. Striker eventually spits her into his hand, and miraculously she was sleeping. He carrys her into the meeting room, where blitz is standing on the table holding the book, which was currently glowing. "I got those spells ready. Can you give her to me?" Striker hands blitz ash, and then sits in one of the chairs. "Also, just so you know striker, I'm only doing this for the girl. Once shes back home, I won't hesitate to kill you." Blitz said as he activated the growth spell. "I know that blitz. I'll be leaving once shes home anyway. Now, let me wake her up" he walked over and shook ash awake. "Mornin sleepyhead. Your bout to go home. Blitz, get the portal ready for her." Blitz opens the portal, and it leads to ash's house. "Welp. It's your time to leave kid." Blitz says. "Hold on now. I need to say goodbye." I hop on the table, and give ash a big bear hug. "I'll see ya later kid." Ash gets up, and then walks towards the portal. Before she walks through it, she waves to striker and blitz. "Bye you two!" And then she walks through, and then portal closes behind her. Striker walks towards the door, as he remembers what blitz said to him. "Welp. I guess I best be leaving." He whistles, and bombproof bursts through the window. He hops on bombproof, and then smashes through the door, rinding off back to the wrath ring. "Oh come the fuck on!!!! I just had all this fixed!!!" Blitz yells out.

The end.

#striker #safe vore #helluva boss #im literally simpimg for striker rn like huhhhhhhh

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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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Okay, so I’ve requested a lot, (hopefully your not tired of me!) however I’ve got an idea for hcs, so I have requested a s/o whos an artist (drawing painting), so maybe some Fred hcs about who can play instruments, (so like their a musician?) if not that’s totally okay! Thanks so much!

i could never be tired of you :)))

alright

bUCKLE INNN

alright i am a firm believer that if fred were to hear you playing an instrument or singing or bOTH

immediate crush

instantaneous

and it would either be a small crush where he’s smile at you in passing

or he'd see you coming and would be like aLRIGHT GEORGE ACT NATURAL LEE GET THE FLOWERS

hes so cute :)

ok so you’re a musician

you’re cool

chill out dude

Fred would be completely amazed by your talent and ability

also your self discipline to learn how to play an instrument

he’d just find it really attractive

sTOP CAN YOU IMAGINE FRED LIKES YOU AND HE’S TRYING TO ASK YOU OUT SO HE CHARMS A GUITAR TO FOLLOW HIM AROUND AS HE SINGS INTRODUCING ME FROM CAMP ROCK

i sound like a child oh my god

...but just imagine it

alright we’re going to move on from nick jonas and camp rock

...

sO you guys are dating

he will make you sing him to sleep

even if you aren’t really a singer

you are singing him to sleep

stop

if you write him a song

or just be like like ‘hey i was thinking of you when i played these chords”

anything where you tie him to what youre passionate about

he’d swoon

immediately

“Freddie I want you to listen to something I wrote for you.”

“You wrote it....for....mE?”

he concentrates better when you play

playing the guitar or the piano or whatever your instrument is while he studies or does homework because again he concentrates better

“Can you come play while I write Snape’s essay. It’s-well it’s easier to-”

“Yeah Freddie, I’ll come.”

oK IF YOU GUYS GOT IN A FIGHT AND HE HEARD YOU PLAYING THE INSTRUMENT TO COOL DOWN AND IT WAS JUST A SUPER SAD OR MELANCHOLY TUNE HE’D LITERALLY TEAR UP

he will ask you to teach him to play

and you'd sit on his lap and teach him

he'd be so distracting oh my god

he'd kiss your neck or bite on your ear

nOT THE INNUENDOS

“alright now why don’t i show you how good i am with my fingers”

“I’d let you play me like that *insert instrument here*

“I could bang you better, love.”

he will tell everyone

every single person will know

he’s so proud of you

iMAGINE IF YOU PLAYED A SHOW

he’d be the first one there

and the last to leave

his cheers are the loudest

uGH I LOVE HIM

also im so sorry this was short I'm hitting a bit of a wall at the moment

aH alright

#Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasly x reader

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shield-agent78 · 3 years

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Winter’s Lessons: Trip~ Ch. 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Clint x OFC (platonic), Clint x Bucky (platonic), Steve x Bucky (platonic), Reader x Steve (platonic), OFC/Laura x Reader (platonic) Sam x Bucky (platonic), Natasha x Bucky (platonic)

Series Warnings: language, mentions of sex, anguish, fluff, children with disabilities, mentions of autism, a little sass, cocky Bucky, playful teasing, dirty talk, eventually smut, slow burn

Rating: R/Mature

Story Summary: You’re a school teacher for students with special needs who is passionate about her job but has neglected taking time out for herself. He is handsome, cocky and an Avenger. What happens when a newfound relationship just might turn out to be exactly what you both need?

Word Count: 1241

Square Filled: slow burn for Marvel Fluff Bingo, blue for BBB Flash Bingo Card #1

A/N: Thank you to my beta @mindingmyownbusiness Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Dedicated to: @one-crazy-writer @averyrogers83

Chapter 1

The Autumn wind rustles the golden hued leaves upon the trees near the school yard as you pull your jacket closer around you and try to juggle your bag while unlocking the car door. You fall into the seat exhausted from the day giving a little sigh of relief. Laura piles into the passenger side. “You know, if I didn’t know better I would think today was Halloween as excited as the class was.” You hum in agreement pulling out of the drive.

“All I know is that I need a break and to see my boyfriend,” you giggle. It had been four weeks since you had seen Buck and even though you talked almost daily or even facetimed it wasn’t the same.

Laura gives you a teasing smile. “You know, I don’t think I have ever seen you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like a giggling school girl.” You give her a sideways glance as your phone rings playing a familiar tone. “Oh, and speaking of Greek god, look who’s calling.”

“Don’t you dare…” you tell her as you answer.

“Hello.”

“Hi Darlin’, how are you?”

“Hey, Barnes! I’m great, how are you?” Laura yells into the speaker. Your face goes red. Bucky snickers at her and you let out a frustrated growl.

“I’m good. How’s my girl today? Are you keeping her out of trouble?” He teases.

“You know I am, besides we are….”

“You do realize he called to talk to me.” Bucky lets out a loud chuckle.

“Fine. Fine. Have your man. Hey Barnes, do you have any single friends you can hook me up with?” Laura continues ignoring you.

“That can be arranged, Laura.” You can tell Bucky is smiling and enjoying teasing you. “In fact, I was calling to talk to you two about . . .”

A female voice breaks into the conversation behind him “Bucky, come on I need you to help me with this….” This new strange voice catches you off guard, sending your mind into a tailspin. It drips with seduction and intrigue. You grip the steering wheel of your car tighter, your knuckles almost turning white.

“Sure, Doll,” he answers, sending nervous energy down your spine. Your whole body tenses and Laura can tell. She gives you a concerned glance. Who in the hell is this? Why is he calling her Doll? What is she to him? No, he is not like your ex, he is not a cheat. Your thoughts continue to run wild as you pull over onto the curb in front of the coffee shop to let Laura out. In fact, you forget that he is still on the line and has been talking to you, until you hear him call your name.

“Y/N, so what do you think, can you come?”

“I’m ugh sorry, what? I ugh guess I spaced out for a moment.”

“I asked if you would be my date for this Halloween party on Friday.” You hear the female voice again and Bucky’s muffled response that he was coming.

“I don’t know if I can…” you say bluntly.

“What? Why?” Bucky’s voice is laced with mild concern now as Laura motions to you to call her later as she gets out of the car. She knows your past and how badly you got burnt.

“I just….”

“Come on James..” you hear the unknown voice say again and now you blood runs cold.

“In a moment, Doll.”

“Who is that?” You snap.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He commands in a crisp tone.

“Just let’s talk about it later, James.” His given name stings him like venom as it rolls off your tongue. “Besides, doesn't your ‘Doll’ need you?” Bucky lets out a frustrated sigh as he runs his flesh fingers through his hair. He looks over at Natasha who is waiting on him so they can start the debrief about an upcoming mission. She raises an impatient eyebrow at him. “Go, I’m sure whoever needs your attention is more important than I am right now.”

“Fine.” He answers in a crisp tone ending the call. You look down at your shaking hands as the phone call ends. You pull away headed toward your apartment with tears in your eyes and old memories from your past haunting your mind.

“What’s wrong?” Nat questions as Bucky shoves the phone into his pocket.

“I don’t fucking know. But I would really like to know what the hell is wrong with my girlfriend,” he answers angrily as he pushes the double glass doors to the conference room open with a muffled bang.

Two hours later another punching bag was demolished, it’s contents scattered on the dark polished wood floors. Bucky walks over and picks up another bag to hang it onto the hook. However, when he turns back around Sam is standing in his way his hands shoved into his jean pockets. Clint is leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“What did that bag ever do to you Tin-Man?” Sam jokes trying to lighten the mood.

“Fuck off.”

“Hey now, I came to help you. So drop the bag and sit your ass down.” Bucky squints his eyes at him and than glances towards Clint who is not moving.

“Do what he says, Buck. We know you are not ok so stop trying to bullshit a bullshitter.”

Bucky sits down on the bench in front of the wall looking between the two men again. He knows his friends won’t let this go until they have their say or he gets the argument with y/n off his chest. “So, first fight huh?” Sam asks with a small chuckle. Bucky responds with an angry glare. “I take that as a yes. So let me guess, she heard Natasha over the phone and didn’t know who she was?” Bucky shifts looking at the balls of his feet then back up. “I’m right!” Sam claps his hands in response. “Easy fix man, tell her that she is your co-worker. I’m sure she has heard of Tasha before and…”

“Then why did she get so mad about it?” He snaps unwrapping the blue boxing tape off his hands.

“I don’t know. Maybe it's a past relationship thing. Maybe she had a bad day. But I think you need to ask her instead of taking it out on a defenseless bag.” Bucky rubs his aching head. “Another thing to consider is what you called Nat,” Sam trails off.

“What do you mean, what I called Nat?”

“You call her Doll right? It’s a pet name for a girlfriend or lover right? Well, some women may think….”

“So what? I called Tasha “Doll”. It's not like we are screwing. WE haven’t been together in years.” Buck responds angrily cutting Sam off. Clint walks over towards the two men.

“No one is saying that. What we are saying is that y/n likes you and you like her. More than any woman you’ve dated in a long time, she makes you happy. Work it out. Tell her about Tasha.”

“I don’t want to fuck this up…” Buck grumbles.

“Then talk to y/n,” Sam states bluntly. Bucky gets up and grabs his satchel.

"Doll is for your current lover not past you dumbass and who calls them doll anyway. Where are you going?” Clint questions as Buck pushes the gym doors open.

“To talk things out with my real Doll.”

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hematomes · 2 years

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The same girl also wanted to sue me for assault because I nearly hit her when she woke me up at 3 am on a group trip. Nearly. Because I stopped myself. She and her bestie were rummaging through the small group room in the shitshack we had (had to be in the girls'. Fuck everything about that) while complaining and I first told her nicely "hey, youre makin too much noise. Please clean tomorrow?"

And as she didnt stop i went "listen im trying to sleep. If you let me, i can HELP you tomorrow. Just let me sleep ok?"

So she started yellin about how stupid and gross I am ect. I lost it for a solid 3 secs

So yea I hate her

She overdramatized everything greatly, too. In her version she had to ninja-dodge me hitting her and throwing a chair at her.... Which she pushed into my way. Which i barely touched.

Because of her reports to the caretakers as it happened, both ranted at me at the same time while I was trying to calm down (yelling is a huge trigger for me no matter who from) .... And i ended up in a full on meltdown and banged my head against the wall harshly.

~Game Anon

damn that sounds so harsh i don't even know what to say but i do feel extremely murderous rn

she sounds like an absolute jackass, and that's an understatement lmao. hope she's not there tomorrow, or that you can have a good time like as far from her as possible :(

#[☂️] game anon / 💜

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oh my gosh!! you've got such an amazing bingo board!!! ok, i'm gonna toss you four squares all with one character - if you'd like, you can count this one ask across multiple fics, or try to double up tropes in one fic, or disregard some of the prompts altogether, whatever works best for you! but i would 100% love to see how you write virgil with 1, healing pod malfunction, 2, came back wrong, 3, truth potion/serum, or 4, i know you're in there somewhere fight?

Warnings: Major Character Death, Necromancy, death.

Characters: Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders with Mentions of Patton and Logan.

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“I can’t believe you! How could you do this, Remus!? How?!”

Remus rolled his eyes, accepting a tray from his personal servant. He ignored how his servant kept his eyes on the ground with a pale shaky look to him. “Hey, is it really my fault that Necromancy is super easy to figure out? Janus and I figured it out in less than a month.” He turned and grinned at his older brother, looking uncomfortable and out of place in Remus’ bed chambers. “Get that grumpy look off your face! Look, we fixed everything!”

“Fix-” Roman stormed forward, waving his arms wildly, “Necromancy is banned, Remus! If you weren’t a Prince then you and Janus would be thrown into the dungeon and V-” Roman cut himself off with a pained grimace. “...The person you brought back would be granted a mercy kill. The Nobles Families are already pushing for that to happen and I... I...”

Remus gripped the tray with his and his consorts’ dinner on it tightly, his knuckles turning white. “Finish that fucking sentence,” he hissed, glaring at Roman. “Finish it. I fucking dare you.”

There was a long tense silence where nothing happened except the two brothers staring at each other, one glaring defensively and the other with a pleading look in his eyes. The silence was broken with a low groan from the other occupant of the room. Remus fixed a smile to his face and brushed past Roman, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hey, Sleepyhead. Glad to see you awake!”

Virgil’s eyes slowly opened, his unnatural purple eyes having a tired glaze to them. While his body had been restored exactly to how it had been before his death - no decay and the gaping hole in his stomach gone like it had never been there in the first place - there were dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in months. Which he had, of course. He had barely done anything but sleep. “Remus,” he whispered. His voice was so soft and quiet that Remus could barely pick up on it. “Where’s Lo? And Pat? They were just here.”

Remus heard Roman’s breath hitch at the mention of Virgil’s long dead older brothers but didn’t react besides gently smoothing down Virgil’s bangs. “That was just a dream, Stormcloud. Hey, why don’t we have dinner? I got your favourite. Remember the chef’s special pie? I got a whole slice just for you.”

“It tastes like ash,” Virgil whispered. He stared at Remus with eyes that looked devoid of life. “Everything tastes like ash.”

“It’s just a little side effect, Stormy. Janus said that’d your tastebuds would come back soon, I promise,” Remus vowed, taking Virgil’s shaking hand and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. He grinned over his shoulder at Roman, ignoring that pale sheen to his brother’s face. “See?! He’s back and as good as new!”

Virgil’s slowly turned to look at Roman, a thin and pained smile spreading across his face. “My King? You did survive. I, I told Logan and Patton I saved you and I did.” he reached out to Roman, the King immediately taking it in his own.

Roman knelt by Virgil’s bed, pressing Virgil’s hand to his cheek. “You did save me,” he whispered, tears pooling in his eyes. “You did and I’m so proud of you. You were the best of my King’s guard. I wrote of your accomplishes and,” his voice trembled and Roman took a shaky breath, “and my people sing songs of your bravery. Virgil the Brave, they call you.”

“The Brave,” Virgil whispered back. His smile widened but it looked wrong, like butter spread over too thinly over bread. “I like that. Patton told me, he told me when he died to be brave.” He blinked in confusion when Roman’s tears started trailing down his cheeks. “My K-King? What’s wrong? Did I, did I upset you?”

Roman laughed wetly and shook his head. “No, no my friend. You didn’t upset me. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. You look so tired.” He cupped Virgil’s cheek, looking over him and asked softly, “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“I’m tired,” Virgil whispered. He rubbed at his eyes and whispered out, “I’m just so tired.”

“Then perhaps we should leave you to rest, my Dearest.”

Remus and Roman turned to the doorway where Janus, the Court’s Wizard, stood. The scales spreading across his face glittered in the light of the setting light, giving him an otherworldly look. “It’s been a long day for you,” Janus hummed, walking forward and tucking the blankets up to Virgil’s chin. “You had a walk in the gardens in the morning and then you and I read some books. It’s been a productive day.”

Virgil blinked at him slowly and took his hand. “Okay,” he whispered softly. He looked up at Janus and asked softly, “Do you think I’ll see Patton and Logan again in my dreams?”

“I’m sure you will,” Janus hummed, gently kissing Virgil’s cheek. He took Remus’ hand and pulled him up. “You have a good rest, Dearest. We’ll be joining you in just a few minutes after we say goodbye to the King.” He turned and looked at Roman, arching an eyebrow at the tears dripping of Roman’s chin. “My King? Shall we?”

Roman’s jaw trembled and he croaked out, “This isn’t right. This isn’t right, Remus. Janus, you are the Court’s Wizard and you know that this isn’t right. Look at him,” he cried, waving a hand at a confused Virgil. “Is this what you wanted?! He was at rest, who are you to-” He cut himself off as a cold wind blew through the air, blowing off the candles and oil lamp.

Janus stood up straight, glaring at his King with bright golden eyes. “I am his Husband, that’s who I am,” he hissed, his voice echoing with power. “It wasn’t his time, I know this. If it wasn’t for you, then we’d never have to do this in the first place. If you hadn’t needed Virgil to jump in front of you and get-” he cut himself off and looked away, his face softening slightly as he stared at Virgil. “Leave,” he said softly, the power disappearing from his voice. “My Dearests and I will be having a private dinner tonight.”

There was a long, tense silence that was only broken by Virgil whispering, “Why can’t King Roman stay? Patton and Logan are going to be staying.”

“No, Dearest,” Janus said, smiling at him gently with a sad look in his eyes. “No, they won’t be. And the King has things to do. Perhaps tomorrow.” He glanced back at Roman, narrowing his eyes at the still crying King. “King Roman... you’re busy, aren’t you?”

“...Yes,” Roman whispered. He smiled at Virgil sadly, not bothering to wipe away the tears. “I’ll visit with you tomorrow, my friend.” He left with tears still rolling down his face. He closed the door behind him, just as he let out a sob.

How could Remus have done this?

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