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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR SIXTEEN

in which you and eddie take some time to figure each other out in the afterglow of honesty.

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 2.7k+

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HOUR SIXTEEN - 7:00 AM

Eddie’s favorite color is red. He likes his coffee with an obscene amount of sugar and creamer, which always leads to a regrettable stomach ache. He learned to play guitar on an acoustic six string handed down to him by his uncle, and he’s completely self taught beyond what his uncle taught him about basic notes. And his uncle’s name is Wayne. He refers to the man that raised him as Uncle Wayne.

Honesty turns out to be quite the beautiful thing in the morning light, and for the first time, you feel as though you’re truly getting to know Eddie.

It’s a give and take, an even exchange of bits and pieces of each other that are handed over without much thought. You finally have a clearer picture of the man you’ve spent the last fifteen hours straight with. A full photograph in time of who he is, who he really is, in a way that you wouldn’t have been able to fathom a week before. And it’s ironic, looking back on your relationship’s progression with him, the way you two keep skipping over steps before retracing to what was missed. How ironic you’ve let him see you at your most primal and vulnerable, but you’ve just learned his favorite color.

Eddie Munson isn’t a dick. He’s kind, he’s a huge goddamn nerd, he can be funny sometimes, his favorite color is red, but he isn’t a dick as you’ve been led to believe he was this last year.

Well, maybe led isn’t the right word. Everyone told you he wasn’t a dick. You just never listened.

Eddie’s just revealed his favorite movie genre as horror when you’re leaning forward, elbows pressing into your thighs as you ask him with a grin, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Very funny reference,” he deadpans, barely keeping his face straight as he jokingly narrows his eyes, “Especially considering it’s the Scream franchise.”

You still haven’t brought up that question of why exactly he fought for your honor after that fight. His grand reveal left you with more confusion than you ever could have anticipated, and more than this fragile friendship could handle this early in the morning. So you’d buried it down, somewhere deep inside, for the sake of the friendship.

“You can’t just say an entire franchise. Pick a favorite one, idiot.”

Friendship. Was that what this was? When was the last time one of your friends had seen you naked, or ate you out atop a kitchen counter?

“The first one. You can’t beat the classic.”

You fight your smile in a similar fashion that he is. Mirroring joy, mirroring surprise, “You’re definitely only saying that for the whole homoerotic friendship between Stu and Billy.”

“Oh, I definitely am,” he doesn’t even try to deny it as he cracks and laughs softly, “What about you?”

Even after nearly an hour of doing this, going back and forth and learning about each other, the novelty of Eddie genuinely asking you things about yourself hasn’t worn off. The curiosity that lights in his eyes, the way he leans into you to hear each word clearly – it makes you question if this was the same man who had once been so cruel.

“My favorite scary movie? I… don’t have one,” you lean back into your chair, a small huff of air escaping you from impact.

There’s two mugs of coffee on the small garden table between your chairs, having gone cold long since Eddie retrieved them for the two of you. That had been when he’d earnestly told you about his coffee preference – he’d been sweetly shy about the ordeal, bashful as he looked down at the mugs and informed you he’d tried to only put a normal amount of cream in yours, only a little bit of sugar. It had been so endearing, the way that when you asked what he meant by normal and he’d only murmured his confession of how he took his morning caffeine over the mug’s lip, you nearly caved into yourself.

“That’s impossible. No way. Absolutely not,” Eddie is animated as he waves his hands around wildly in front of him, shaking his head furiously at your answer, “I refuse to believe you don’t have a favorite scary movie, especially considering you quoted an iconic franchise. If you can quote Scream, you can tell me what your favorite is-”

You interrupt him with laughter, scrunching up your face, “Okay, first of all- Eddie, hey,” he’s still rambling, still being terribly dramatic in the flailing of his arms, so you reach over to grip the forearm closest to you. All his movements immediately cease as his eyes widen, staring directly at you in an oddity of shock, “First of all, it’s just common knowledge of pop culture. I’ve never even seen those movies,” you’re not sure if Eddie is breathing as your hand remains still tightly clasped against his forearm, and you’re not sure why he wouldn’t be, “Second of all, I’m a wimp. Scary movies might be my least favorite kind of movie, right behind apocalyptic action movies.”

When he takes a sudden deep breath, you realize he had been holding his breath, “Apocalyptic action movies?”

You begin to explain, to list examples, and you never once take your hand off his arms. You rattle off a list – 2012, The Day After Tomorrow, San Andrea’s Fault, etc. – all the while feeling his pulse race beneath his warm skin. All the while selfishly enjoying the contact, wondering how long it might take staying like this before your fingertips would mold to him. Maybe they’d eventually melt into his arm, skin molten together so that where he ends and where you begin is impossible to distinguish. A closeness with him that you had never craved so ardently before tonight, before today.

“So, doomsday movies,” he hums after you give your examples. If you were smart, you’d let go of him. It’s been too long for the contact to be brushed off as normal, “Does that mean you also hate zombie movies?”

“Nope. Those are an entirely different thing.”

“I wouldn’t say they’re entirely different.”

“They are. They’re completely unrealistic! San Andrea’s Fault… sort of… well, it could happen.”

“They’re not completely unrealistic. Some of them almost have, like, legit science behind them.”

You hadn’t even noticed that he scooted his chair closer. Or the slip of his arm in your loosening grasp, leading your hand until it rests against his wrist, so close to holding onto his own hand that rests palm up against his thigh in wait.

An offering.

“There is no logical way that one day, our world is going to turn into a real-life Walking Dead situation,” you say, trying to steady your breathing.

You won’t make the first move.

He’s leading this moment. If he wants to hold your hand, then he can take that final leap of faith.

“Have you actually seen The Walking Dead, or are you just blindly making pop culture references again?”

You can feel the thrill of his heartbeat pick up in the center of his wrist before he does it. With subtle movements, his wrist slips between your fingertips.

Only for them to be recaptured by his own knuckles. The dust settles. The warmth spreads. Your palm is pressed to his palm, your fingers interlocked between his fingers.

“I have seen that one,” you tell him quietly, looking down at your conjoined hands. His eyes are also downcast to them. The tendon in his wrist flexes as he tightens his grip on your hand, the small squeeze becoming more sure. It’s not an accident; this was never an accident.

It’s in the hair you notice on his forearm, wispy and blonde and almost comical in contrast to the dark curls that grow from his scalp. A layer of fuzz that covers alabaster skin dotted in rare and faded freckles, nearly invisible unless you look closely enough. You can see the tan line across his wrist from where he would normally wear a watch. If you follow the details further up his arm, away from the wrist now awkwardly pressed against yours in a twist, you can see the faded blue-black ink of his tattoos. That flock of bats, the most faded of his numerous additions to his skin, taunts you. You’ve already known him up close and personal in the last few hours, felt him flush against you and memorized the way his body was capable of pressing into yours, but it’s in these details that the ache arises. The sadness that you’ve never known him quite this personally before this moment, and the fear that you never will again.

An ache all because he’s let you close enough to learn the details of his skin – what a marvelous thing.

“That’s a miracle,” he mutters, fully entranced as he rubs the pad of his thumb across the top of your fingers. You’re quick to return the motion; his knuckles are far more rough than yours, and you try to count the groves in them, from long weeks no doubt, all in that brief swipe, “Or else I would have had to have insisted upon ending this lovely honesty hour, and subjecting you to a marathon.”

“We can still have a marathon.”

You’d do just about anything to remain in this position, to stay this impossibly close to him. You’re selfish and you’re clingy, squeezing his hand a little bit tighter as he had done to you, as if the grip on it reflects your grip on the moment. You can’t let it go – you can’t let him go.

No matter how you have had him, no matter how long he sits in this golden hour with his hand in yours, it will never be enough. This sudden and abruptly-arriving ache is incurable.

You want him, you need him, you bloom for him.

There’s something in his smirk as he awkwardly uses his freehand to bring his mug of too-sweet coffee to his lips that almost whispers that there’s a chance: he also wants you, he also needs you, he also blooms for you.

And so you tell him about yourself in turn. You don’t just stop at your distaste for horror or your fear of doomsday movies. You tell him how you don’t have a favorite color, how you switch it up too often and all he can do is chuckle at your indecisiveness. Once, an insecurity – now something silly to find amusement in at his side. You reveal to him your coffee preference; you take it with a normal amount of cream and just a little bit of sugar. You don’t reveal to him that before today, you’d always turned your nose up to hot coffee, an iced coffee connoisseur. Something in the sparkle of his eyes warns that he might already know. You don’t play any instruments, but you have a list of songs for him to learn, insisting that someday he’d have to play them for you on that guitar his Uncle Wayne gave him. (You can’t think too much on the way you’re once more speaking in some days with him. Your heart might burst if you do.)

You try to bare your soul, to stare down the barrel of honesty, just as he had. It’s scarier than you could have imagined. Finally, after fifteen hours, you get it.

You get it, and it only makes you squeeze his hand tighter.

At some point, he notices the way the sun is warming both of you with each passing minute, palms now sweaty against each other as he asks, “Do you want to go back inside?”

No. I want to live in this moment for the rest of my days. “We can if you want to.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Tell me what you want. You constantly do that with everyone else, you know. Let them make the decisions,” he’s smiling softly, eyes squinted against the sun now rising high in the sky, “I can’t even count the amount of times you’ve said that to Nancy on both hands. Which, I mean, awesome – Nance fuckin’ loves being the decision-maker. But we’re talking about me. You’ve never been shy about butting heads with me.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Quite the sudden high horse, Mr. Honesty.”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “Well, it’s honesty hour. So, here’s more honesty – I love when you give me a run for my money. Who else is going to tell me to shut the fuck up when I’m on track to ramble for hours about Lord of the Rings?”

“You want to talk honesty? I would only tell you to shut up because I might have blown my cover and you’d realize I actually enjoyed your company.”

The soft smile widens, more shameless and more radiant, “Coulda fooled me.”

“I did fool you,” you tease, and your hand slips from his, but the warmth left behind doesn’t. It’s buried deep in your bones now.

Things will never return to normal, not for you. It isn’t a bad thing – it’s only a sure thing.

“For what it’s worth…” he pauses, that smile faltering. “I enjoyed your company far more than I ever let on, too.”

Is that why you fought for me, after fighting against me?

He doesn’t let you reply, instead smacking both of his now free palms against his thighs as he moves to stand, “Anyways, I actually do happen to want to go inside,” he gestures to those faded swirls of tattoos across his biceps and forearms, “I don’t expose myself to too much sun for obvious reasons.”

“Reasons being you’re a vampire?” you tease.

“Ha-ha,” he deadpans, “Yes, it’s definitely because I’m a vampire and not because of these sick tatties.”

“Calling those abominations sick is pushing it,” you playfully counter as you scoot to the edge of the seat of the chair, unsticking your thighs from plastic, “And I knew it. Your skin is practically glittering like diamonds, Edward.”

He scowls. “So Twilight is off the marathon line up.”

He sticks out a hand, the same one you had clung to for most of your conversation with each other. You don’t take it immediately.

“There’s going to be a marathon?”

“You’ve got something better to do?”

The thought of cuddling up with him on the couch has your heart pounding. Honestly, the couch would now remain tainted for the rest of your days. You might even continue to avoid showing up to his apartment just to avoid flushing red any time you see one of your friends take a seat on the spot he once took you on, had pressed into you as your knees had dug into those cushions, as you had moaned his na-

You had to stop thinking about it before he noticed your thighs pressing together tightly.

“For the record,” he says, hand still extended, unwavering as the sun forms an aura of gold around his outline, “Honesty hour doesn’t have to end when we go inside. From here on out, I actually insist that it be on the table. One of the perks of being my friend, I suppose.”

Those are the magic words. You don’t need to immediately know why he fought for you, or why he really led you to believe he hated you for so long. You don’t need to know why he kissed you and you don’t need to know why he’d changed his tune so suddenly the first night you two met. All you needed to know was that if you wanted to know, if you ever find the guts to ask him about these things, he would tell you.

You reach out and take his hand.

Immediately, he pulls you comically hard out of your chair. When you fumble directly into his chest, he’s already chuckling and wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble, pulling back and glaring up at him without any true venom, “Eager much?”

“Very,” he boyishly grins down at you and your heart skips a beat.

Eagerly, wildly, suddenly, comfortingly – he now occupies a space in your brain you weren’t aware existed. It almost whispers I was always here, always waiting for him.

The two of you don’t waste any time as he tugs you inside, the promise of a movie marathon awaiting the two of you.

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126dvtn · 2 years

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— siiiiiiigh.

summary : the genshin men are totally not jealous.

cw : jealousy ; miscomm ; implicit possessivness

genre : idk bros can't call it fluff ; established relationship

characters : childe, diluc, ayato, scaramouche

childe ; oh, the pain! the agony!

if there's anything you don't want to do, it's making childe jealous. he'll go about his way, strolling the city with you, all while heaving dramatic sighs that catch the attention of passersby. frequent are your attempts to get him to stop. and he does, for the most part- but only when your attention is on him. let's say, a friend of yours comes up to you to say hello; a long time no see. your lover, who was well-behaved up to this point, prepares himself to start his performance.

"childe, i'm telling you- they're just a friend i haven't met in a while!" you pinch the bridge of your nose, embarrassed. the friend in question could only laugh; whether from discomfort or amusement, you'll never know. "my sweetheart is leaving me for someone else, right in front of my eyes! oh, woe is me!" and you swear he'd contemplated falling to his knees on the spot. there're many responses from the strangers around you. some snicker, some scuttle away as fast as they can. you can only stare in horror. finally, after muttering a quick apology to your friend, you grab your wailing lover to flee his stage.

diluc rangvindr ; silent woes.

when diluc is jealous, he doesn't let you know about it; at least not directly. he'll spend hours in his office, only leaving the room to check if you're still there. asking him if anything's wrong would result in a nonchalant "nope"- and then back to his work burrow he goes. it's obvious, however, that something is bothering him, and you're going to get to the bottom of it. a knock on his door wakes him from his dejected trance.

enter you; diluc's antagonist on this dull day. as you lean against his desk across him, he turns ever so slightly away despite the magnetic pull of your concerned eyes. "i know something's up, luc. talk to me." silence greets your ears. so you try again. "diluc, tell me what's wrong- we can work this out together." and his looming eyes meet yours. the sulking man leans back, crossing his arms- his assertion diluted by the pout on his face. it's a full minute before his much anticipated explanation leaves his scowling lips- "why'd you hang out with kaeya without me?"

kamisato ayato ; i would never-!

now, ayato acts like everything is okay. the keyword here is "act", and it's a known fact between you that his acting only peaks when it comes to business. with you, however, his gestures give his jealousy away. all attention is on paperwork. not a glance spared, save for when you call his name and he responds with a restrained "yes, darling?". you best believe he doesn't plan to actually answer you until... well, until you pester him for long enough.

and pester him you do. ayato looks at your hand covering the documents before him with amusement in his eyes. "is this because i went grocery shopping with thoma just now?" your ask is genuine. but lord forbid he gives a straightforward answer, for his reply is an eyebrow raise, coupled with an innocent "oh?". frustrated, you clench your teeth- if he won't be straightforward, then you will. "you're jealous, aren't you?" he continues feigning ignorance. "me, jealous? as if!" he tilts his head, but upon your serious expression, he stops- his visage starkly turning stern. "yes, i am jealous. you do know that you're mine, do you not?"

scaramouche ; that of which is unusual.

acting normal is the last thing scaramouche does when he's jealous. the abnormality here isn't in his expression, no; the irritated twitch in his eyebrow is an everyday occurrence- what with the constant incompetency of his subordinates. it isn't in his words, either. you can almost proudly say that his berating of anything inconvenient is like white noise in the background. what is meant by 'unusual' here is his heightened sense of romance in a random situation.

"um... scaramouche?" your hand travels to your hip when a strange sensation graces it. "what." curt is scaramouche's response; but the sting in it isn't directed to you. "your hand-" "yes, i'm aware that it's on your waist. what about it?" well, you think, at least he's aware of it. you decide not to question it further. but it's a matter of time until you notice that his glare hasn't left a particular area in front of you- and tracing his line of vision leads to a person shifting stiffly in their seat. as if sensing your shared gaze, he finally speaks up. "the way they looked at you pisses me off. shall i show them you're mine?"

#genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader

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ledgerserious8 · 4 months

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Comedy For You | Arthur Fleck & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Fluff And Sweet Interview

Summary : Arthur Getting Interviewed In Murray's Show But Not From Murray Himself..

Word count : 7.3k

Because Of Murray's Sickness The director decided to put a new beautiful journalist to make the episode of tonight

And That beautiful journalist was You...you was a smart person who can read the breaking news making reports visiting a lot of places and you was having good voice

Arthur was the guest of tonight of Murray's he was named by The Joker and he was wearing red suit with green tie and joker paint on his face

Tonight it's was his new door to be famous comedy clown so he need to be careful with his jokes to make everyone in Gotham loved him

So when he get out to the stage The crowds was clapping happily as Arthur sit on the chair and you was sitting on Murray's chair

Taking his place but not too long of time

Arthur don't need anything more then to be perfect He wanted to be perfect for this night it's now or never for him

So joker tonight it's not Murray who opened this episode because of his sickness We pray for him to get healthy soon But tonight I will be the presenter of the program and I hope we will have fun and laugh with you - you explained politely as the crowds clapped for your words

Arthur's Face Blushed when he saw your beautiful face your hair was very beautiful too making him melting

You was wearing very beautiful red dress with small white dots on it and white gloves covered your hands because it's was winter night for the show

He smiled as was waiting for Your questions to begin the jokes so he could please the crowds and make them laugh

But Arthur was nervous as the crowds was waiting to hear his jokes He wanted this night to be perfect as possible

So i heard that you're comedy clown who made shows on the stage - you started talking gently

It's mean it's not your first time being under the camera sight right? - you added as looking at him waiting for his response

Arthur was surprised with your calm tone your question was so calm, he was expecting some question about how he became a clown

Arthur took a deep breath, and he answered softly - "Yes i am a popular clown on stage, and this is the first time I'm appearing in front of the camera

It's not my first time but it's my first time in this big stage and show like Murray's show I want to entertain the people by my Jokes, by my performance." - he added

Good to hear that joker But it will be more good if you made us hearing your jokes - you explained politely making him smiled

Your beautiful smile with your white teeth..was making his heart beating so fast

Arthur couldn't hold his smile as you smiled and showed your beautiful, white teeth

"Yes, of course I will make you laugh - he thought into his mind

And I will try to provide the best jokes in front of the cameras." he explained calmly.

"I would love to do that, let me begin" - he continued with a slight blush

Arthur tried to breath normally, He was looking at the audience as he was ready to begin his jokes. His mind was trying to remember his jokes carefully, he needed to impress you, and the crowd

Arthur Opened His Notebook of jokes and started searching for good jokes. As you was waiting for him silently

The crowd was staring at him expectantly.

Arthur's mind was searching for jokes in his notebook he was a little nervous but he was focused on making good jokes

But He finally found a Joke

"Why do criminals love horror movies? - he asked you with the crowds.

Why?" - one of the crowds screaming from distance but you nodded silently to him to continue

A little bit smile was on Arthur's face as he was answering you and the crowds

"because the villain always wins" - he concluded making The Crowd started laughing happily and he was smiling in satisfaction.

The audiences laughed and clapped for his joke and Arthur was relieved and smiled at the audiences

You start laughing gently and softly Arthur noticed your laugh, it was beautiful and lovely.

His mind was searching again for another joke to make you and the crowds happy this night

But your words cut his thoughts

How about you made a joke about Murray I mean all the guests getting joked by him but nobody joke about him - you explained cutely in jokingly way making everyone laughing

Arthur laughed a little bit, as the crowds started shouting "yes" and clapping with laugh

"Yes i can do that" he replied to you made you smiled at him and he thought for a moment and thought of joke

The crowd was silent waiting for Arthur's joke about Murray they thought your idea was so smart

"How are Murray and his show similar? - he asked you calmly making your expression get into curious

They're both jokes" he concluded and that's The crowds started Laughing as Arthur was watching you laughed cutely at his joke

But you know why he's sick tonight and made me in his place? - you asked him calmly you was person can make jokes too

The crowd and Arthur was waiting for the punchline, he's wondering what you would say to him and he smiled a little bit but his body language turned to be nervous, he was thinking of what to reply to you

"Why?" - he asked you you with soft tone of voice

The audiences were waiting for you To give the punchline to Arthur too

It's because he can't stop laughing at himself - you give the punchline meaning Murray himself is joke as Arthur punchline

The crowd was laughing of this smart punch line and Arthur laughed softly as your punch line was so genius

He smiled cutely as he was nodding his head slightly as looking at you

"Smart one" - He added calmly

"I see you so creative when it comes to making jokes" - Arthur said softly with a little bit blush.

It's was true Because He wasn't expecting you to joke and that what made the joke so amazing for him

'Yeah thanks but actually Gotham should be lucky to find people who's joking" - you explained politely but seriously

You know this city is depressed and that's why Murray's show is here now - you added politely

Arthur nodded his head in agreement with you, as he was saying softly, "i agree." His face was showing signs of seriousness as he was trying to give the audiences a reality

"Indeed, Gotham is a depressed city and it needs more fun and light." - he continued then looked at the crowds

"I hope my jokes could help the city to get rid of this depression." - he added calmly.

The crowd was surprised by your answer as your answer was so wise and correct but Arthur liked a lot being interviewed by you

You was smart and beautiful face with beautiful body and perfect weight and tall

Arthur's heart was beating fast with love, he noticed your cute expression and that made him feel nervous because of you

"I know an other joke about the weather who want listen" - he asked you and the crowds together

"Oh me me me' - you replied with cute voice jokingly with him

Arthur was so surprised by your cute tone, it was so innocent and child And he started laughing softly as the crowds started shouting "Me too me too".

Arthur was smiling with happiness as he was laughing his mind was telling him that he have found himself in love with you

The crowds was looking at you with a cute impressed smiling face and he noticed it with delight

"Okay, here's the joke" - he replied excitedly and Arthur took a deep breath and began telling the joke

"What do you call a raincoat with a hole in it?" - he asked you as he waited for your answer

You didn't speak but you put curious expressions making him biting his bottom lip lightly trying to not feel high on his cheeks

Arthur couldn't avoid looking at your face as he was about to finish the joke as The crowds and her were looking expectantly your smiling face make him nervous and feel excited in one time

"A raincoat with one less hole then before" - he concluded and make The crowd started laughing again the crowds was surprised by the joke that he gave

And you was laughing too as hearing the crowds clapping for him happily and he was smiling softly by seeing the joy in the crowds

But he also saw your face with that beautiful laugh sound that made him more attracted to you as feeling nervous

Well thanks for this beautiful funny jokes You know everyone deserve to laugh but everyone deserve to get know too - you explained politely as put serious expression

And before this episode going to ended I'm going ask you a few questions that people want to know about you But i will ignore the questions about your name or age because you told me you don't want this - you finished as looking at him waiting for his response

The crowd was shouting "yes" after your announcement And Arthur is ready to answer any kind of question, he was still smiling and feeling proud.

"Alright, go ahead and ask me some question that I can answer and everyone will be thankful to you." - he replied nervously as you would ask him something about himself.

He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down as he knew it should probably be something that he would hate to tell

"Okay so what are your questions?" - he asked you softly

I won't ask you something you don't want okay? - you whispered as looking at him Reading his nervously

Arthur's face showed relief as he was nodding his head in agreement with you in a very softly way as you said you wouldn't ask him something he didn't want he gave a smile to you,

he was really nervous by you staring at him by your shiny eyes and that your soft smile was making him feel more and more attracted to you

As i said before Gotham is depressed city it's like the idea of being comedy is so rarely - you started softly

'So the first question saying how you was fighting this as you're comedy clown How you was trying to be famous." - you asked him calmly as looking at him

Arthur laughed when you said that humor was a rare thing in the depressed and dark city of Gotham he liked how you started your question

But Arthur stopped laughing for a moment to think about your question properly and give you good answer

"Well, as a comedy clown, I've always tried to be famous in this city and bring joy and laugh to the people - he explained calmly as his eyes was shining

"It was a very tough battle, but I fought hard to become popular as a comedy clown in the city." - he finished as smiling at you

Of course there's a lot of comedy clowns need to find a way to be like you Sitting here and make shows in Gotham just like you - you explained politely making him nodded to your question

So what do you have to say to help them as advice - you added calmly as wanted to know how his mind was thinking

The crowd was intrigued by your intelligent question Arthur loved how smart you is, as you knows that there are many people trying to be famous like him but he took a couple of seconds to think about your advice question.

"The advice to help their career in comedy is to be themselves" - he responded.

"And to also be creative and think of different creative ways of making jokes, and that will for sure create a new and exciting career for them." - he concluded as smiling at you but he had a strong feeling that you was going to ask him a hard question

Okay the last question Focus on it okay? But before i asked you - you explained seriously making him focus on you

'Are you a old fan of Murray's show like you watched all the episodes" - you added calmly

The crowds was silent, they were all watching with their eyes glued to him waiting for him to answer your question as Arthur's mind was thinking about the question you just asked him before the final question

"Yes actually, I've been watching Murray's late-night show since it first aired." - he explained calmly

Then his mind started thinking about your final question which seemed like a hard one for him

Well the last question said Who better in Presentation of the program Me or Murray Answer honestly - you asked him calmly as chuckled softly

The crowd was shouting "you!" as you asking him who is better at presenting the program between Murray and you

Arthur was so stunned by your beauty and also your question as he was smiling softly, your eyes alone could melt anyone as the crowd to shout your name

"You, you are better in presentation! You're more beautiful" - he answered in low tone

"You..You're more fun... and comedy than him." - he added softly with a little blush on his face.

Well now because the episode ended and I'm sure Murray now lying on his bed Look like a brown bear from Disney films - you joked making the crowds laughed

And we're enjoying a lot of the joker perfect jokes I believe you all should go to your houses now because the show is ending - you added jokingly to the crowds

The crowd is laughing really hard because of you as you was giving your punchline to their show's ending

Arthur laughed too as The crowd is waving to the screens and him was laughing softly with the crowd.

Arthur had never seen a better crowd before than this one. The crowd started waving their hands and saying good bye. He started waving back to them

"See you next time" - he said with a cute smile.

Arthur's mind thought that he just finished today's show perfectly with a lot of jokes

The lights of the studio shut down and the only thing that was lighting up the room was the camera flash lights making the both of you alone

Arthur was smiling softly and looking at you as you was also smiling softly he didn't know why he was feeling more nervous now than when the audience was there

Well actually thank you for accepting being the guest of this episode I hope you enjoyed a lot and I'm sorry if my jokes getting more then limit - you explained as looking at his face fixed with the light

I don't want you to take this personally and seriously because it's all for fun I'm working as a temporary journalist for this show now, and I wish Murray a recovery, and he know that my jokes about him is a joke and not a personal criticism - you finished making the point clear

Something in your heart was telling you that joker was having sensitive heart that anyone can break it

Arthur was impressed with your intelligence, your wisdom and your knowledge as a journalist he loved the way you was describing yourself and was making him see you in a new way.

Arthur was glad that you was being kind to Murray and that he was understanding that your jokes aren't personal criticism The way you was telling him to not take your jokes personally and as jokes was also making Arthur being impressed by your honesty

"It's okay, I have really enjoyed our time together" - Arthur said softly to you

Good to hear that from you have a good night now and by the way I'm y/n - you confessed politely making him smiled

"Arthur Fleck a pleasure to know you y/n" - he replied softly as his head was tilting a little bit towards your face as you was revealing your name to him his face had a soft, gentle smile that indicated his interest and pleasure in getting to know you

He started leading towards your chair as he was getting closer to you and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable but his face becomes closer to yours

"Please have a good night" - He whispered in a very soft and friendly tone as he was looking at your shiny eyes

You keep silent as your cheeks started getting redder by his manly voice making him smirking at your reaction but he leading back and standing up

No words left your mouth because Arthur started walking away leaving you alone with his joker suit and make up in the studio with the co-workers

Arthur was thinking about you after he left He know there's something he felt in his heart about you there's one thing that made him get meet you again is to be..

Comedy For You

#celebrities #actors #arthur fleck #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x you #joker imagine #joker 2019 #joker x reader

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 4 months

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(Genshin Impact) Navia, Yae, Lisa, Furina, Lumine, Hu Tao, Xinyan, and Shenhe's S/O getting scared by a story

No one requested this, I just wanted to write this scenario after rewatching Marble Hornets and I am TERRIFIED of closing my eyes now. I also feel incredibly old mentioning Marble Hornets. Did you know that web series is almost 15 years old now?

Navia has watched many theatre productions, but nothing regarding horror.

She personally isn't affected and finds them entertaining! (Because she's already dealing with the horrors of her normal life)

Her S/O on the other hand...

(Navia) "Archons, S/O! You're shaking! Was the story that scary?"

(S/O) "N-No I'm not...!"

Navia honestly can't help but laugh, not at S/O's terror, but just how cute they looked!

Plus, it made them sleep even closer to her, so no complaints are gonna be made!

Navia wraps her arms around S/O tightly.

(Navia) "Don't worry, S/O! I'm sure my gun can stop whatever tries to grab you in the night!"

(S/O) "I told you I'm not afraid! P-Plus, I don't think guns can stop a ghost- Wait, why are you making it sound like something will come?!"

(Navia) "I'm just saying for them to hear!"

S/O rolled their eyes as Navia laughed at their reaction.

Navia finds the whole situation makes S/O even more adorable in her eyes.

(Yae) "My goodness, S/O. If you had a tail, it'd be shooting straight up right now."

Yae didn't realize that S/O would be that affected by a simple scary story.

She could hear their heart racing as they tried to battle mentally that there were no such things as ghosts and whatnot.

Yae is half tempted to tell them what's around Inazuma, but figured that S/O doesn't need to die of a heart attack.

Not when she can inflict that herself.

(Yae) "Well if you are so brave, would you like to stay overnight by yourself at the Shrine? I am told you can see many things-"

(S/O) "P-PLEASE DON'T!"

Yae's hand covers her mouth as her eyes close from laughter.

(Yae) "I jest, little one. I am not that cruel."

(S/O) "Ugh, I knew you were just gonna tease me about this..."

(Yae) "Rest assured I will not frighten you anymore than I am right now...More than likely anyway."

Surprisingly, Yae does have them close to her whenever they are in private, holding them and making sure they're comfortable.

It takes every fiber in her being not to startle them and hear S/O yelp.

The things one does for love, but it'd also be really funny.

At that point it's a 50/50 whether Yae would terrorize or comfort S/O.

Horror wasn't a genre Lisa normally reads in the Library, but she does see the appeal of why people liked it.

S/O on the other hand despised the story they read.

Not that it was terribly written. Evidently it was too well written, since S/O was sleeping with candles lit in their bedroom.

(Lisa) "Dear if you're so scared, why did you read it?"

(S/O) "W-Well, I...thought I'd look braver if I finished it."

Lisa giggled and held their hands.

(Lisa) "It certainly is making you cuter.~"

Out of curiousity, she did start reading the book they had picked up whenever they were in bed together.

She could see S/O's eyes widen at the book and trying to refocus their attention away.

Meanwhile, Lisa was analyzing the book and seeing what had gotten them so scared.

(Lisa) "Is it because the story is supernatural, S/O?"

(S/O) "I mean, you can fight monsters! What do you do against a teleporting entity?!"

Lisa chuckled at their panic, and made sure to have one arm holding them.

When they were sleeping, S/O held onto Lisa for dear life.

Something she had no problem with. Maybe she should get them to read scary stories more often.

(Furina) "Aaaaw, are you scared, S/O?"

Furina teased, making S/O pout.

(S/O) "I-It creeped me out a lot, alright?! Just don't rub it in my face."

(Furina) "Come now, S/O! I will not take lightly of your mental affliction from this story! In fact, I will read it tonight and show you that you have nothing to fear!"

ONE SCARY STORY LATER

Furina and S/O sat quietly on the bed, with an aquatic familliar emitting a bright light nd illuminating the room.

Even though it was time for bed.

(Furina) "..."

(S/O) "...It freaked you out too, didn't it?"

(Furina) "D-Do not be absurd! I simply just think that the room was too dark-"

The door suddenly creaked open, which made the two of them immediately hold each other in absolute terror.

(Furina) "H-Hey, S/O! Um...I think tonight is an amazing time to become closer as lovers by never letting go, do you not agree?"

(S/O) "Y-YUP!"

The two of them shivered the corner of their bed, essentially sleeping with one eye open, and a gaggle of hydro familiars guarding the door all night.

They could not sleep properly for nearly a week, but it did bring them closer.

In which that they did not leave each other alone for a single second the moment the lights when off due to being scared out their minds.

(Lumine) "I didn't know you liked scary stories, S/O."

(S/O) "I don't..."

Lumine raised an eyebrow at the book, then put it down on the bedroom drawer.

(Lumine) "So, why did you read it?"

(S/O) "I thought it'd be interesting to talk with you about a story! I know you've always told me about your adventures and...I wanted to tell you a story."

Lumine's heart melted, bringing in S/O for a kiss on the cheek.

(Lumine) "I appreciate it S/O. Anyways, what's it about?"

S/O gained a confidence boost after the kiss and began telling her what the story entailed.

Only to watch their reaction drain as they explained it, recalling the bits of horror and Lumine being able to tell what part exactly terrified them.

(Lumine) "Hah, I think that's enough S/O. Honestly, it's kind of freaking me out too-"

(Paimon) "Yeah, now's not the time for-"

(S/O) "AWUAAAGH!?"

S/O leapt from the side of their bed and into Lumine's arms after Paimon had suddenly appeared.

(Lumine) "WOAH!"

(Paimon) "ACK! S/O, it's just Paimon!"

(S/O) "D-DON'T DO THAT WHEN WE'RE TALKING ABOUT GHOSTS!"

(Lumine) "Huh...I guess Paimon is like one-"

(Paimon) "Paimon is very much alive!"

Lumine lovingly held S/O close to her chest, ensuring that they were safe.

She was the traveler, and she could take on ghosts!

Lumine did have to leave out the fact she actually fought ghosts in Tevyat, however.

Especially Tsurumi Island. Her entire adventure there would probably convince S/O to never leave the teapot ever again and stay glued to Tubby 24/7.

Hu Tao, being the gremlin she is, would love to scare S/O further.

(Hu Tao) "You're afraid of ghosts? I can introduce you to a few and dispel that notion!"

(S/O) "H-HU TAO, I SWEAR TO THE ARCHONS, I WILL-"

(Hu Tao) "Woah, woah, woah! No need to be like that! They just want to socialize!"

She absolutely loves seeing them trembling whenever she mentions the story. It was both cute and extremely amusing.

They tried to hide the fact that they were scared from her, but S/O was a terrible liar.

And Hu Tao wants to kick it into overdrive by cosplaying the monster that scared them.

But she was also sure that would result in her getting dumped, both figuratively and literally into the Harbor by S/O.

Shockingly, Hu Tao does employ self restraint if she recognizes that S/O was getting genuinely distressed by her pranks regarding the story.

Instead, she'll have to sadly deal with the very comfy and tight cuddles S/O gives to feel better.

How tragic.

(Xinyan) "You're scared a by a story, S/O? Sheesh, the heck was in that thing?"

Xinyan is a bit confused on how someone could get that terrified by a book.

But whatever, she can't judge.

Most people were afraid of her simply looking at them.

(Xinyan) "Hey, S/O! C'mere a sec! I got a nice song that'll blast all those scary thoughts away!"

Xinyan distracts S/O by playing her songs and just being in their vicinity more than normal.

Something she could tell they appreciated as they calmed down, especially in the dark.

Her hand grips around their arms strongly, giving them a reminder that she ain't afraid of no ghost!

And especially since it meant extra cuddles, Xinyan was willing to indulge them.

(S/O) "I hope this isn't too ridiculous, Xinyan-"

(XInyan) "Nonsense, S/O! This ain't that big'a deal. Besides I...think it's a bit cute."

(S/O) "What was that last part?"

(Xinyan) "A-Ah, don't worry 'bout it!"

Shenhe didn't like seeing S/O be afraid, regardless of the source.

Her focus becomes razor sharp and thinks S/O is being frightened by an actual ghost.

Upon realizing ghost-murder was not needed, Shenhe instead has S/O with her at all times.

(Shenhe) "If I may ask, why are you so afraid of a fictional story?"

(S/O) "It's...kind of hard to explain. Just the concepts in there terrify me..."

(Shenhe) "I do not fully get it, but I will do my best to make you not scared anymore."

While it is unfortunate S/O feels unease, it does bring her great comfort that S/O finds her mere presence comforting enough to not be afraid.

Maybe it was because she can perform exorcist arts, or because she was their lover.

Regardless of the reason, Shenhe will not falter for a single moment, always on alert for S/O's mood.

She seemed to distract them well, one of her methods proving highly effective, which was hugging them tightly.

That seemed to do the job everytime as she felt them relax into her hold.

Part of her wished it was an actual ghost so she could make them pay for making her S/O feel so scared.

If she could murder a ghost, she would.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #navia x reader #yae miko x reader #lisa minci x reader #furina x reader #lumine x reader #hu tao x reader #xinyan x reader #shenhe x reader #navia genshin impact #yae miko #lisa minci #furina genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #hu tao #xinyan genshin impact #shenhe genshin impact

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ressonancee · 6 months

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i think we married in vegas - teaser

✷ You and Jeonghan have always been friends, and friends go on a trip together, right? And somehow friends always end up marrying in Las Vegas right? And somehow friends become roommates as well right? That all seems very normal when Yoon Jeonghan has a weird addiction to doing the dumbest things ever just for shock value.

✷ genre: comedy (?), angst (?), smut, a weird amount of pining (!)

✷ word count teaser: 499

✷ word count fic: more than 13k - projection: around 20k?/25k?

✷ Thea note: hi y'all, as you guys may know I'm doing nanowimo, and somehow, I got addicted to this story and I'm making it bigger day by day. I still have a very big chunk to go (around 6/7 scenes but it can be more who knows not me since I don't plan when I am writting!). Anyhow I am pretty sure it gonna take a while till the whole thing sees the light of day but I wanted to share a tiny bit with you because I am actually super hyped about and I suck at keeping secrets <3 Hope you guys like it, and get as excited as me (or at least half, actually I can take a third!! or even an ounce!!). I do not do the whole tag list thing but if anyone wants to get tagged just let me know somehow <3

You turn your hand and it finally hits you.

It is a ring.

With a big rock.

In your ring finger.

A big damn rock on your ring finger.

“Yoon Jeonghan” you scream in horror.

On the other side of that door, Jeonghan just hears you scream. He picks himself up in record time and room towards the bathroom, oh shit did you just fall and hit your head? Did you break the glass of the fancy hotel shower? Are you dying? So without thinking much Jeonghan opens the bathroom door and he just finds you - completely naked and seemly okay, just staring at your own hand.

“What happened?” He asks trying to catch his breath, maybe he does need to start working out man, he didn’t feel this horrible when he was hitting the gym after shifts, but also he didn’t feel that great either the whole gym rat thing was not his ordeal.

“What did we do?” You ask still in complete horror, not even thinking about how this is the first time Yoon Jeonghan, your friend is seeing you completely naked. 10/10 would not recommend this experience. Not even to Laurel, your own Satan-spit roommate.

“What? Are you going crazy? I thought you fell and opened your skull or something,”

You just look at Jeonghan, dead in his eyes, like the reality is worse than falling in the bathroom, opening your skull, and calling the paramedics naked. You just turn your hand to him - like it is enough to make him understand what a dire situation it is. And you swear to god you can almost see the little flakes of light on the bathroom floor, the rock is big enough to shine across the room.

“Did you call me to show me your ring? Couldn’t you wait until you put your clothes on?” Jeonghan asks leaning into the doorway.

“Jeonghan did we-” you say but you feel your own throat closing around itself, it can’t be, right?

“Hm?” he asks without a blink of an eye.

“Oh we did, we totally did”

“No, you are not that crazy,” he claimed. What that was supposed to mean? He was crazy enough for it but you the two goody shoes wasn’t?

“Jeonghan check your bank receipt,” you demanded, trying to connect the dots in a way, trying to have proof, maybe you just bought a way too expensive ring for yourself, or maybe it was just impulse buying.

Before you can move Jeonghan almost runs towards the room, you try your best to keep up with him but you are a little behind because, for the first time, you actually are aware of how naked you are. You pick up the fluffy bathroom robe - yeah the fancy hotel had its perks.“Oh fuck” you can hear Jeonghan before you can see him, his phone it’s on his lap, his head is on his head - he is a man defeated. Oh no. You guys actually did it.

#yoon jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan fic #yoon jeonghan fanfic #yoon jeonghan scenario #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #seventeen scenario #t: i think we got married in vegas #t: teaser

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Aftercare: Roleplay (Steddie X You)

A/N: I am not ok 🫠 God this was fun to write lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Dom Steddie and Sub reader, Stalker style role-play so rough language and smut, degradation, slapping, some knife play (they rip off her clothes, the don't cut her), dirty talk, choking, spanking, restraint, and of course wonderful aftercare with fluff near the end.

If this isn't your kind of thing dont continue to read! It is consensual and the reader does allow them permission to do this but the role-play is played out like it isn't. NOTE I would NEVER write a version of these boys who wouldn't stop if Y/N said the safe word.

Word Count:3304

“I will never understand why you guys like that crap.”, Steve whines as you three walk out of the theater.

“Oh, come on, Stevie. Scary movies just make you feel more alive you know?” You jump around them enthusiastically making them swoon.

Since you three had started your relationship, they noticed a big difference in you; mostly you were a lot happier. Your smile rarely left your face especially when they came home from work.

“This coming from the guy who put stalking her in his roleplay notes.”, Eddie chuckled.

“Seriously, I was surprised when I read how turned on it made you.”

“Why?”

“I mean, you? Being all scary stalker intimidating? Eddie, oh yeah. But you, baby? You don’t even like the genre.”

“I feel challenged…”, Steve playfully glares at you as you guys make it to his car.

“Maybe it is.”, you reply coyly.

“Are we really doing this?”, Eddie claps. “Yay!”

“But you can see him scaring and intimidating you?” The boy chuckles as he points towards his friend.

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Don’t think you can do it?” His whole posture changes as he stands to his full height. “I’ll make you both a deal. You have free reign to play out your little horror movie stalker fantasy anyway you see fit. No matter what you do or when you do it, I’ll play along.”

You were toying with him, trying to rile him up. You knew they could both be intimidating because you felt it when you dropped into your headspace. Hell, even when they weren’t being rough with you, the gentle aftercare had a power dynamic that made you feel small in a good way. If anyone even tried to hurt you, they would make them pay.

That being said, imagining them turning that intimidation on you in this way, had your pussy clenching. You were desperate to feel the full force of what they could wield so you continued to poke the bear.

“Honestly, though, I see myself laughing more than anything.”

Steve blinked down at you as his gorgeous smile began to fade, his jaw tightening in a way you had never seen before. His eyes locked with yours as he slowly stepped forward, knocking into you with his chest. You tried to plant your feet to keep him from moving you but he was too strong. You stumbled slightly till your back hit his car; both his arms gradually coming up to place his palms on either side of you blocking you from going anywhere. You swallowed nervously as his face leaned down to meet your own, biting your lip to hide the moan as his nose grazed your cheek.

“I guess we’ll have to see won’t we, honey?”, he murmured in a gruff tone. Suddenly, he kissed your forehead, releasing you from his blockade as he opened the door for you with that signature Harrington smile. “Get in, babe. Let’s go home.”

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Two weeks had passed and nothing had happened. You thought maybe they had forgotten about it or after planning it decided they no longer wanted to play that game. You were slightly disappointed but didn’t want to push them into anything that may make them uncomfortable so you three continued your relationship like normal.

Today had been a particularly rough day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home to relax with the boys. When you entered the apartment however, everything was silent. After looking at the stove clock, you gnawed your bottom lip in worry. It was after 9pm and even if Steve worked a late shift, they were both home by now.

As soon as you picked up the cordless to dial Family Video and the record store to check on them, the phone came to life in your hand.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Oh, shit. I think I dialed the wrong number.”

“Steve? What are you doing? Where are you guys?”

“Fuck. I already fucked this up. Eddie and I were going to do the stalker thing tonight. Jesus! Ed, I’m so sorry, man.”

You giggle when you hear Eddie grumble something at his friend. “It’s ok, Daddy. You guys can always try again.” The handle of the front door began to jiggle. “Did you forget your key?”

“What do you mean, babe?”

“You’re trying to come in, right?”

“No? Eddie and I in the car outside.” You freeze just as your hand reaches for the knob as it jiggles again. “Baby? Is someone trying to get in?!”

Loud pounding startles you as you shriek in surprise.

“D-D-Daddy? Sir?”

Steve snickers as the banging gets louder, your heart pounding with fear. You’ve completely dropped in and they know it to.

“IS someone trying to get in, little girl? I promise if you open the door now my friend and I will go easier on you.”

“I-I’m not afraid of you.”

“Hm but you will be. Now be a good girl and open the door.”

“No.”

“Your call.”

The phone abruptly disconnects as you drop it and run to your bedroom. The front door flies open as soon as you find a hiding space under your bed. Covering your mouth to stifle the fear in your throat, your eyes widen as you see two sets of boots wonder into the living room.

“Where the fuck is she?”, Eddie growls. “Come on, pretty girl! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”

“No, Ed. This is fun. Little girl wants to play hide and seek.”

You watch as they split up to search for you starting with their own rooms before stalking towards yours. You hold your palm over your mouth tighter as you listen to them talk.

“You really think she’s stupid enough to hide in here?”

“Of course, she is.” The bed dips down as Steve takes a seat. “God, I can’t wait to find her though. I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“I love your ambition, Harrington. As long as I can cum down her throat, I’m happy.”

“Do you think we should let her cum to?”

“Oh of course. Sluts like her fucking grip your dick hard when they cum. It feels so fucking good.”, Eddie sighs in pleasure at the thought. “We won’t be able to do any of that until we find her though. Which actually reminds me…”

The boy abruptly drops on his heels, tilting his head to the side as he finds your frightened frame. “Hey, little one. I guess you’re right, Steve. She IS that stupid.”

You yelp as you feel hands roughly grab your ankles and pull you out from under the bed. Fingers yank back on your hair and lift you to your knees. “I don’t know why you even bother hiding, baby. You know one way or another we are going to take what’s ours. You just make it harder with all this foreplay.”

Eddie leans down, wrapping his hand around your throat as he smirks. “What’s the matter, little girl? I thought you said you were going to be laughing.”

He tugs you to your feet and you immediately push against him with your hands, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. Your hand collides with his cheek and he responds by slapping you harder before throwing you onto the mattress.

“Oh! Baby girl likes to play rough! We can do rough, honey.”

Steve unbuckles his belt and while Eddie holds your arms above your head, the other boy ties it around your wrists. You freeze when you feel cold steel touch you face.

“Don’t. Move.”, the metalhead growls.

He grabs your shirt aggressively in his fist as he cuts it and your pants off your body with the knife before passing it to Steve. Gripping your throat again, he slides his fingers between your folds into your dripping core.

“I should have known you’d fucking enjoy this. No panties and you’re soaked…such a fucking whore.” Eddie releases your throat to lightly smack your face again. “Keep your legs open!”

Your eyes roll back as his fingers thrust into you at a fast pace as the sound of your slick fills the room. He abruptly pulls his digits out of your pussy, hitting you between your legs before rolling you on to your stomach.

He pumps into you again, pushing three fingers in making you groan at the stretch. Steve kneels by your face and roughly yanks your hair. “Look at yourself.”, he commands as he points to your full-length mirror in the corner of your room. “Look at how much you’re enjoying this.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the coil about to snap but his hand aggressively pinches your cheeks as he shouts next to your face. “Open your fucking eyes and look! Watch yourself cum on his fucking fingers, you dirty slut! Allowing two strangers to take you so easily. You enjoy this don’t you? Tell me!”

“I-I like this…fuck… I’m…”

“That’s right, pretty girl. There you go.”, Eddie coos as he slaps your ass. Steve continues to grip your cheeks, holding your head towards the mirror as came.

Your head fell against the sheets, trying to catch your breath as Eddie climbed off the bed to remove his clothes. His friend rose to his feet, lifting your hips so your ass was in the air. The metalhead jumped back onto the mattress, spanking you again as he leaned down to spit into your cunt.

As he started to push himself inside you, you began to crawl away feeling overwhelmed by the intense pleasurable feeling of just his tip alone.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Eddie’s hands roughly gripped your hips as he held you in place. “Stevie, you want to help me here?”

Steve grabbed your hair, sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs.

“Open.”, he commands, tugging on your hair when you don’t comply. “Open your fucking mouth!”

Eddie uses the distraction to sheath himself inside of you and as you gasp at the intrusion Steve shoves his cock in your mouth.

“Why do you fight it, honey? You know you’re loving this, right, Ed?” The man smacks your behind and you moan around the other boy’s length. “Fuck that feels so fucking good.”

“Jesus, Y/N.”, Eddie grunts. His chest falls against your back as his hand grips your throat. “You like being used by us, don’t you? You tell us no but your pussy doesn’t fucking lie. You’re making a mess all over my cock right now.”

Steve holds your head against him as you gag; Eddie grinding his hips harder against yours. The man steps back as the metalhead tugs you to your knees against him, gripping your throat tighter.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you love way my cock feels.”

“I-I-I… fuck…I love the way…your cock feels.”

“Cum for me. Show me how much you love my dick tearing you open.” Your eyes shut as you throw your head back against his shoulder, tremble against him as you cum. “Good-Good girl. Now—mmm—get that pretty mouth ready because I’m going to…to cum down your throat and your… going to fucking swallow it like a good slut.”

He pushes your lower half back down against the bed, pumping into you roughly. Abruptly, he pulls out of you, flipping you on to your back, and straddles your face with his knees placed on either side. After shoving his cock into your mouth, he thrusts his hips till you feel his seed hit your tongue. “Swallow!” You flash him your tongue showing him you had done what he asked.

As soon as he climbed off you, Steve tugged on your ankles bringing you closer to him. Your body twitches as he glides the head of his cock through your dripping folds, chuckling when you moan as he circles it around your clit.

“Do you want my dick, baby?”

“Y-yes, please.”

He leans over your fucked out frame and smacks your face before gripping it between his fingers. “I can’t fucking hear you, little girl. Louder.”

“Yes, Steve, please!”

A cocky smile spread along his lips as he breaches your entrance. True to his word, he thrust into you at an almost animalist pace, hitting every sensitive spot inside you and then some having you see stars.

His chest fell to yours as sloppily kissed your lips, continuing to roll his hips into yours.

“This pussy belongs to us. No one else can fucking have you.”

You whimpered when you felt the belt on your wrists tighten and the cold steel of the knife brush against your cheek.

“Because if anyone else even tries to take you away from us, we’ll make them regret it.”, Eddie grins as he hovers over your face before kissing your lips as well.

Steve pushes up on his hands as he pounds into you harder, feeling your pussy clench around him. Your back arches and the metalhead quickly covers your mouth with his palm as you cum harder than you ever had before.

A sarcastic smirk flickered across his face as his forehead fell against yours. “Beg me to cum inside you, honey.”

“Pl-please, cum inside of me.”

His fingers come to wrap around your throat again as his eyes penetrate yours angrily. “Make me believe it, little girl.”

“Please, Steve. I-I-I want you to fill me up. I need it, PLEASE!”

Steve’s eyes closed as he released you, his head falling to the side as his thrusts became sloppier and you felt him warm your insides.

Your eyes shut as you nestled your nose against into his hair. Hands gently held your arms as they removed the belt from around your wrist. Lips tenderly kissed their way up your limbs to your shoulder before Eddie’s much softer voice filled your ear.

“You did so well, sweetheart. Our beautiful girl. There’s no rush here. Take your time and whenever you’re ready we’re going to take a bath, ok?”

“Can I…have some water?”, you ask in hoarse voice.

“Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll be right back.”

You wince as you feel Steve pull out of you, rolling to your side as he props himself on his elbow and delicately brushes some stray hairs out of your damp, sweaty face.

“Did I convince you that I could be ‘scary stalker intimidating’?”

You giggle as your eyes open to meet his. “Yeah, you did. You BOTH surprised me actually.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Sit up and drink this.”

They held on to you as you shakily raised yourself to a seated position. “Can, um, would you mind…”

Eddie smiles as he brings the bottle to your lips and slowly tips it back. As soon as you finish, he passes the rest to his friend who chugs it back before placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m ready for that bath now.”

“Good cause you smell.”, he teases as you laugh at him.

Steve grins as he runs ahead of you both to get it ready. Eddie lifts you into his arms and you keen into his neck as you both wait. The man lowers you in carefully before they join you and you happily sigh as they clean your aching body.

You notice someone is lingering at your wrists a while and turn to find the metalhead massaging the imprints the belt had left in your skin.

“Did you like it, Y/N? We were a little nervous when planning this because we didn’t want to trigger something for you by hitting you too hard or anything.”

“We figured though you would use the safe word if you were uncomfortable.”, Steve follows as he leans back against the porcelain.

“Yeah, no, I liked it a lot. I think what helped push me there was thinking Harrington actually fucked up.” You laugh as they chuckle along with you. “Um, I, thank you for…hearing me about…not being too violent. If you had tried to cut me, I probably would have used the safe word.”

“Honey, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”

“And we would never hurt you like that. We aren’t really into that kind of thing either. We thought about using a fake knife but we thought it added to the scene if we could tear off your clothes which, by the way, I will buy you a new outfit tomorrow.”

“Oh, Eddie, baby. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.” You beam up at him as you kiss his cheek.

“Did you two like it? Stevie?”

“I did. I…like watching you…submit to me. To us.”

A shaky moan leaves your chest at his words. “Yeah? What else did you like?”

“I loved feeling your pussy drip all over me.”, Eddie whispers in your ear.

Your finger glide between your legs as you rub them against your clit.

“I still love the way those big, beautiful eyes look up at me when I fuck you.” Steve leans forward till his nose grazes yours.

“Oh and that little voice you like so much, man. Hearing you tell me you love the way my cock splits you open…”

“That’s right, Ed. The precious, tiny, submissive voice reminding us that she knows what’s ours.”

Steve replaces your fingers with his thumb as he plays with your nub while Eddie sucks on your neck.

“Who does your pussy belong to, baby?”

“Fuck…you two. M-my pussy and body are yours.” Your breath hit his lips as you pant out moans. “I love you both so much.”

He leans forward, connecting his mouth with your own as you came. One of your arms reached up to wrap around the other boy’s neck as you pulled his lips to your own.

Steve rose to his feet bringing you with him as Eddie followed. He ran the towel obnoxiously through your hair making you laugh as he smiled down at your gorgeous face. “I love you to, honey. Did you want to watch a movie tonight? Maybe something light.”

“That’s no fun.”, Eddie grinned as he pushed his old high school Hellfire shirt over your head and you held onto his shoulders as you stepped into your panties. “We also bought some quick made meals for tonight so you don’t have to wait too long for dinner.”

“Good because I’m starving.”

The boy kisses your forehead starting to head for the kitchen before he pauses and turns back to kiss your lips. “I love you to.”, he chuckles as he runs off to complete his task.

Steve picks you up and places you on the couch.

“How about Back to the Future?”, you ask and he smiles at your suggestion.

Eddie jumps over the back of the couch and hands you a bowl of microwavable food they know you like. Thanking him, you sling your legs over his lap as Steve comes to sit beside you so you can lean against him. Halfway through the movie, the metalhead lays down and hugs your legs to his chest as you play with his hair. Laughing when you hear soft snores, you turn to Steve so you both could tease him only to find he had fallen asleep to. His arm was draped over your chest as his head hung back over the sofa.

You felt like you wanted to cry as ran your hands delicately over them both. You had spent most of your dating life in and out of awful relationships. How had you been so blinded to the two men right in front of you?

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in their embrace wishing you could pause this moment so the three of you could stay like this forever.

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nandorsrelentless · 29 days

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there seems to be far too many fans who can't seem to wrap their head around the fact that no relationship in the Vampire Chronicles is healthy. every relationship includes an element of abuse/power imbalance by normal standards. literally every single one.

they are all monsters who are no longer constrained by societal rules. so I don't think it's too crazy to expect them to do mosntorus things. the genre is Gothic HORROR. the show really prioritizes the HORROR element more so than other adaptaions, which i love.

i don't need louis to be a liar to enjoy lestat. if louis lied or misremebered things about the fight in episode 5, i literally do not care because it's never gonna make me hate louis. the baseline of what constitutes "evil" or "bad" is so different in iwtv because of the fact that they are NOT HUMAN. Claudia is literally a serial killer and she's still mother to me. ykwim?

the nature of vampirism is they have to kill to survive. so it would be really cool if people could accept louis, armand, and claudia as complex characters who are fundamentally not good people (because they aren't people!) without being racist about it. THEY ARE ALL KILLERS

im more interested in this exploration of the complexities of memory and seeing how the show integrates the other books into this story in a way that hasn't been done before than I am in discoursing about whether louis is a liar or not. who gives a shit???? grow up and realize that there are no good guys here and that's OKAY

#iwtv #tvc #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #I pretty much cleansed all my feeds so i dont actually see much racism more so than i see people talking about it #just some random thoughts i guess in the wake of the new trailer just because i know things are gonna get weird #it would be nice if audiences could be trusted with complex and morally grey characters of color but idk #but i also think the fact that there are racists is not a reason to NOT make poc characters who are complex #same goes for the people who will interpret the portrayal of a morally grey poc character AS racist #there are certain tropes i think that are always going to have racist implications ofc and im not trying to discount that #but lets all be real here and realize that revisiting ep 5 to add more layers to it is NOT going to exonerate lestat by any means #add more complexity and layers and possibly show that louis was not AS helpless as he showed himself to be? maybe #but they are not going to exonerate the white character to make the black character look evil #idk if any of this made sense im just stream of consciousness rambling

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Deafening Silence

Obey me! MC

Genre: Quiet Horror, angst, Crack

No pronouns used

900+ words

Author’s note: Im so mad, I finally I had an Obey me dream, and it was horrifying one.. for me at least! But either way, I thought it would make a good enough story to slowly start coming back since I’ve been doing a bad job! >;D👍✨

Enjoy!

You were chilling in your room doing your own thing, but you were waiting for one of the brothers to come by since it’s a normal for you to never have any sort of personal space.

3.. 2.. 1.. and blam,

There Mammon comes in, with an awkward, frantic expression on his face.

“Yo, MC! Cover for me, will ya? Don’t tell Lucifer I’m here..!” He says as he comes in, then crouching to hide under your bed. The stupidest idea ever if your trying to hide from someone like Lucifer.

But just as he was about to hide, you notice a very particular bottle in his hand. It was one of Lucifer’s Demonus! ( ╯°□° )

You jump out of your bed, completely and utterly dumbfounded, “How the hell did you get that?!”

“Shh! He gave it to me, don’t blow my cover!” He says before weaseling his way under your bed. ‘Yeah right, you wouldn’t be hiding if he just gave it to you!’

You were about to do something about it, but your thoughts were thrown right out the window when you heard a knock on your door. You felt your soul almost leave your body when you saw the small shadow underneath the door crack.

By this point, you can tell which brother it is by simply looking there. And this was none other than Lucifer. But also, he was pretty much the only one with the common decency to knock..

“C-Come in..!” You say, sounding slightly high pitched. You quickly try to gather your composure though..

The door creaks open to reveal Lucifer with an irritated expression on his face. “Did Mammon come in here by any chance?” He asks, but something about his tone suggested that he already knew the answer to that.

“…No, I haven’t..” Yet for some reason you lie…

Lucifer’s gaze pierced through you, it was only for a couple of seconds, but they felt agonizingly long. “Mind if I ask what happened this time..?” You ask out of pure anxiety.

Lucifer sighs and punches the bridge of his nose, “I was curious and put him to the test to see if he’d blatantly have the sheer audacity to steal one of my Demonus bottles..” he pauses for a moment, taking a closer look around your room.

“What a moron… Want to to help you get it back? I got a bone to pick with him anyway..”

“No, no.. that won’t be necessary, he’ll come back eventually. Besides, he didn’t take any of the valuable ones. I replaced it with water, you see.” He chuckles under his breath with a shit eating grin on his face.

You honestly had to hold your laugh, but you could just imagine the expression Mammon must have right now…

“But do tell me if you see him around, I’ve got a couple of things I’d like to tell him.” He says.

“Got it.” You nod, a creeping smile still on your face.

He gently closes the door behind him, and the both of you wait until you can no longer hear his footsteps. Mammon then crawls out from under the bed with the dumbest look on his face. You could help but burst out laughing.

“Dammit.. No wonder it was too easy. C-Could you not laugh at me?! This is already bad enough as it is..!” He yapped.

“Ah.. Sorry, sorry. This is way too funny though.. Again?! I bet he was directly talking to you too! You should just stop avoiding the inevitable and come clean.” You say as you wipe away a tear from your eyes.

“C’mon MC, you gotta bail me out somehow..!” He pleads.

Your eyebrows frown slightly, “And how am I supposed to do that? It’s already bad enough that I lied about you not being here..”

“I dunno! B-But he listens to you, so make something up..! I’ll make it up to you, I promise ya!”

You were skeptical by his words, but you felt bad for him with those puppy eyes that he was giving you. “Argh.. fine. But I won’t promise you anything.”

“That’s my Human! I knew I could count of ya!”

You then grab him by the ear, “We’re going now though.”

“What?! But—!”

“No buts. The faster we get over this, the better.”

…• • •

Both you and Mammon stand in front of Lucifer’s doorstep. Kinda hesitantly to knock but it’s for the best..

You gently knock and after a few seconds, you could hear soft steps getting closer and closer to you two. Mammon tries to sneak away, but you already yanked him by the collar. He helps yelps when you do so.

The door then slowly creaked open, revealing a serious yet cold expression on Lucifer’s face. But it softens up into a smirk when he sees the utterly defeated Mammon along side you.

“Hello again! I got your.. pfft. Water bottle back.”

He chuckles lightly, his eyes quickly shifted to Mammon after taking the glass bottle. Mammon, meanwhile, tried to force a smile, but it was clear that his anxiety was still getting to him. It was obvious, as he was fiddling with his hands. His eyes darted from you to Lucifer, back and forth again.

A slight hint of amusement could be noticed in his eyes. It was obvious that him getting his bottle back put both him, and Mammon, at ease. However, he didn’t have much sympathy for Mammon.

“Good, now there’s nothing for you to stress about! So Mammon and I will just go and leave you be—!”

— “No, No.. that’s okay. I have a couple of matters to resolve with Mammon.” Lucifer interrupts you, the smile on his face was no where near comforting.. Dang, you’re gonna have to face him head on.

Mammon flinched and quickly hid behind you. “H-Hey, c’mon now..! I swear he’s sorry and has learned his lesson! …I think. He wouldn’t be standing in front of your door if that wasn’t the case!”

His eyes narrow, “Don’t speak for him. He’s perfectly able to talk himself.”

“Oof, I guess you’re own you own on this one Mammon..” Mammon gulped hard, as he seemed to be getting scared all over again, for a split second he thought he was in the clear. “Just be honest with him. You’re already in big trouble as it is, so might as well.” You pat him in the back.

Mammon, kept choking on his words, before finally speaking up. “W..Well.. I-If I gotta be honest.. I-I thought I'd be able to hide it from you! I-I figured I could get away with it..”

“Pfft. Well, you thought wrong, and where did that get you?” Lucifer said sternly.

Mammon pretty much had his tail between his legs, you felt bad for the idiot.. “…Any chance you could go easy in him?” You reluctantly ask.

His glare then shot over to you, “Hah! And why would I do that?”

“I-I dunno..! But it’s not like any of your brutal punishments make him learn his lesson. M-Maybe you’re going about it the wrong way..?” At this point, you just felt like each word that kept coming out of your mouth only made you keep burying yourself further more into a grave. You were on thin ice and testing his patience.

Lucifer crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning me..?” his voice was cold and dug daggers at you. Yep, real thin ice.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him anymore. And your mind goes blank. “N-No no! That’s not it at all! I-I just.. think another method should be used.. I-I mean… think about it! Do you really think it’s alright to hang someone upside down for hours on end? The guy barely has any braincells working already and you wanna make him lose more?”

—“Hey!” Mammon yelps.

Lucifer pauses for a moment, “And what is it that you suggest I do then, hm?”

You scatter though your head with any potential ideas, but in a panic, the first thing that came to mind was what you spat out without thinking. “Psychological..?” You shrugged, but then was hit with the realization of your words.

Lucifer gaze becomes unfocused for a spit second, his hand reached his chin as he seemed lost in thought. A devious expression shows up on his face as he pondered over all the new endless possibilities.

He then lets out a chuckle, Mammon was an incredibly stubborn and slow demon, so making him suffer mentally would probably be the best course of action.. Lucifer seemed intrigued, as his eyes widened. Mammon, however, started sweating. He knew nothing good would come of this.. his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked over at Mammon. “I guess I'll just have to mess with his head, then..”

“Oh shit…”

Lucifer yanks Mammon out of your side and simply looked back at you with a content smile. “Thank you for such a lovely suggestion, MC. I assure you.. after tonight, Mammon will never dare steal from me again.”

Your heart sank when he uttered those words. “No wait! I-I was just kidding—!” Lucifer’s door slams shut, its sound echoed through the vast halls. Hearing Mammon’s cries was even worse.

You banged on the door, but Lucifer obviously didn’t open. “Mammon! I’m so sorry! I’ll make it up to you after this is over, I promise!! Stay strong!” You shout from the other side of the door..

And so, with a heavy heart, you return to your room..

• • •

Time had passed, and the next day came around. You could barely get a wink of sleep with the sense of guilt eating away at you..

The House of Lamentation had woken up once more, but there was a sense of unease around the entire area. Things seemed off, and it was hard to determine what it was.. The halls felt eerie, and everything seemed strangely quiet. There was no one roaming around, and it even seemed like Satan or Beel weren’t even around — the both of them are usually the first ones already up roaming around right about now... This place was too still for it to not feel wrong.

You walked to Mammon’s room, to check that he was still alive after whatever Lucifer decided to do to him. You gently knocked on his door, calling for him and asking if he was alright. But no one responded. He must be mad.. You apologized, but still nothing.

You decide to leave him be, you’ll properly apologize to him when all of you gather for breakfast. But you first want to talk to Lucifer.

You hesitantly knocked on the door, it was a gentle knock, yet it sounded so loud compared to everything else.. the sound echoed so loud it was almost deafening. The knock just seemed to amplify the silence. It was an ominous silence, the kind you'd feel in your bones. Nothing came from inside.

You felt sick to her stomach, ‘Why is the house so quiet..??’ You kept thinking to yourself. You step back a bit away from the door.

“L-Lucifer…? Are you not in there..?” You speak, reluctantly so. There was no response. No footsteps. No noise whatsoever. If he was in there, surely he would have heard you. The silence remained intact, and the uneasiness grew inside of your body.

You gaze darts to the doorknob, ‘should I check if it’s open..?’ Something inside you told her that you should, but something much bigger screamed to just go back to you room until things went back to normal.

The only sound to be heard was your own heart beat as you pondered the same question, yet again.

Curiosity seemed to have gotten the best of you though, and so you slowly proceeded to reach for the doorknob.. ‘If it’s open, it’s because it was intended… Lucifer would have it locked if he really wanted to..’ you think to yourself. You take a deep breath, and reluctantly turned the doorknob.

The doorknob turned easily, as the door swung open at a smooth pace with a soft creak. An unbearable, sickening feeling weighed on your stomach. Chilling cold air sighed out of his room — it was so dark in there..

You step back. It only took one step to realize your fears have become a reality. There was silence.. complete and utter silence. If this place was quiet before, it be a loud roar inside your head now as if you got stuck inside your mind, slowly being overwhelmed by the dread. Everything was so quiet, and it was as if you head was going to explode. It was so damn quiet.

You look at your phone and look at the time. It’s definitely usually the time everyone gets ready to go to class, so why isn’t anyone out??

“…L-Lucifer..?” You reluctantly call out again, only this time with a quieter voice. It once again remained silent and eerily quiet. That same nauseating, dread filling silence. Not even your own breathing could be heard, despite the fact it was probably loud enough to make your ears ache. In all honesty, the only thing you could hear right now was heart pounding and the blood rushing through your ears.

A few seconds went by, and you call again. But you were left there standing, and kept waiting for a sign, but nothing came from it. You were starting to feel as though you had swallowed pebbles, and now they were stuck in your throat.

You unlock your phone and went to give him a call. But much to your dismay, you were still faced with the same silence no matter how long your phone ran for.

You stared deep inside the room, zoning into its depths.. Before sprinting all over the House, checking each and every room. You first checked on Mammon, his door was also unlocked. But he wasn’t inside. You check for Levi, but even his Aquarian was eerily darkened. You called each of the brothers, desperately searching for any sort of sign from them. But there was no one in the house of lamentation.

Maybe they left you behind already left to RAD; you hoped. But you quickly realized you were gravely mistaken. Once you opened the door to leave, it somehow felt even worse..

There was nothing to listen to, same as inside. You couldn’t even hear the faintest breeze. You reluctantly walk into the street, looking side to side but no one was there. You start to jog, there’s no way this is happening..

But as you dread becomes worse, the faster you begin to run. It’s almost as if everyone disappeared from the face of Devildom. There were no lights on the neighboring buildings or houses, the stores and streets were empty. Not even the many stray cats hidden in the alleys were there.

RAD wasn’t any better, the whole damn building looked like it was shut down. A large lock prevented you from entering the academy itself. “Hello?? Can anyone hear me?!” You shout. But again. Nothing.

You then start running again, to see and check is there was anything around. There was no way you was on you own! There’s always way too many people out on the streets. You just wanted to see anyone, you didn’t care who! Heck! You didn’t even mind bumping into some demons doing the deep. Or came out to attack you. You didn’t care!

You ran and ran and ran some more but to no avail. Your head was racing faster than your own body allowed it. You could barely breathe, you lugs were in agony. And if they could, you legs would be on fire.

You eventually make it to the Demon Lord’s castle. Even Diavolo’s place was utterly dark with no signs of life in it. Devildom never had its own source of light like a moon or a sun — you never minded up until now.

You eventually end up back in the House of Lamentation, feeling utterly defeated and hopeless after hours of running. You sit in from of the door, the exhaustion slowly catching up to you.

You wrapped you arms around you legs, and rest your head on your knees. And tears began to creep on their own. It was as if a dam had broke.. You sat in complete solitude, completely alone as no one was there to comfort you. You mind was filled by so many thoughts — which didn’t help in the slightest. Nothing about this felt fair, you couldn’t control the situation and now you felt like you couldn't even be in control of yourself anymore... like some twisted form of torture, and you couldn't do anything about it..

Your cries slowly came to a stop, as did all other voices inside your head. The silence was deafening.. like the quietness before a storm. No voices, no footsteps, no sounds of life. Just complete and utter silence. You cover your ears with your hands, desperately attempting to block out the deafening silence. In hopes of bringing you some sort of comfort.

After you don’t know how much time passed of simply sitting there, you take out your phone and took a look at the time once more, but it looked incoherent.. You slowly stands up from your spot, feeling utterly numb and defeated.

You opens the door to the house of lamentation,

“…I’m home..” you cooed, the house was darker than when you had last left it as. You dragged your feet across the floor all the way to you room and shut yourself inside.

The world had been completely twisted, and you truly couldn't figure out why. It was as if someone had suddenly thrown everything you knew into the air, and now it was all coming back down in tiny ripped pieces, nothing would connect to form the picture you once knew.

You mind had completely disconnected itself from reality, you felt completely detached from everything around you.

You back hit your bed and you looked up aimlessly at the ceiling. Now even you head had gone quiet…

The exhaust finally caught up to you, and you pass out into a deep slumber.

You suddenly wake up looking up at the ceiling. But once you remembered what happened, you jumps up in a frantic state. You looked around your room, it was bright and comforting…!

You hear footsteps running up closer to your room, until you see Mammon opening your door. A frantic and awkward expression on his face.

“Yo, MC! Cover for me, will ya? Don’t tell Lucifer I’m here..!” He says as he comes in, then crouching to hide under your bed. And a glass bottle on his hand.

You were looking at him with a dumb founded look, you couldn’t even stop him from how confused you were.

A knock soon after arrives, you look down at the crack of the door — it was Lucifer..!

“….C-Come.. in?” The words came out on their own.

The door creaks open to reveal Lucifer with an irritated expression on his face. “Did Mammon come in here by any chance?” He asks..

You stare out into the abyss,

“He’s under the bed.” You say without hesitation.

“What?!—!” —Bonk— Mammon’s voice came from underneath, along with a loud thud and a groan.

“Thank you.” Says Lucifer with a Please expression, soon afterwards walking farther inside and forces Mammon out of the bed.

“Yo! Why’s ya have to snitch on me?!” He cried out.

“Sorry, Mammon. It’s for the greater good..” you say as you wipe away a tear from your eyes. Toodleling goodbye to him with your finger.

You watched as Mammon was dragged out by Lucifer, he cried and begged for mercy the whole way. You felt bad for snitching on him, but it’s a better fate than the hell you went through…

He’s a masochist strong. He can handle it.

End

Well.. it wasn’t a pleasant dream, that’s for sure.. 😔

Moral of the story, don’t question Lucifer.. 👍

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me crack #obey me shenanigans #obey me angst #obey me house of lamentation #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs

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