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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 4 months

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visiting König's humble abode

(MDNI, cw: talking about not wanting to have children)

the part before: sending him a naughty pic (nsfw)

The whole day long, there is this certain pep in my step. The knowledge that I did something a little dirty… the pics we sent back and forth… and the promise that I’m gonna see him again in just a few hours has me on cloud nine. My cheeriness caught on and one of my colleagues even asked me what had gotten into me, and I just shrugged it off, still not able to hide the grin that’s adorning my face.

When I get home from work, I pack a small bag of the bare minimum I need, in case this is a sleepover kind of situation – which I am kind of hoping for, not gonna lie, then I wait for him on the curb in front of the apartment complex again. Just like yesterday.

His car drives down the street and just seeing it, makes me grin from ear to ear again. It feels familiar by now, waiting for him to pick me up – even though this is just the third time. Today is a little bit different from yesterday. I don’t feel any of the tensity when he stops the car right in front of me. He looks like a dream, in the simple black shirt, that hugs his tattooed biceps just right, unintentionally showing them off when his arm reaches back behind the passenger seat, as he waits for me to enter.

A light blush creeps up my cheeks, when my mind comes back to what we did in the backseat. And then I also think about our long… conversation this morning. The pics of him. The…

My thoughts get pulled away when his face lights up in a smile, the seriousness vanishing as the corners of his mouth turn up. His brows not quite so furrowed anymore. The laughlines around his eyes highlighting the spark in them. Which makes the big scary looking guy not look scary at all. I realise that I’m mirroring his joyful expression – and yeah, the sex has been really fucking great so far, but more than that: I’m just happy to see him again.

I get in the car, greeting him with a simple “Hi”, leaning forward to give him a kiss while I drop my bag on the floor between my feet. He grabs me, his hand spanning across my throat, his thumb and pointer gently digging into my jaw. He pulls me into him, pressing his lips to mine, hot and heavy, his tongue stroking against mine, tasting me. His hold on me is still soft, but the way he just grabbed me… A hint of possessive. Needy. Almost desperate. And I answer his kiss with the same frenzy.

When he lets go of me, I’m panting and a little dizzy, it honestly could have been minutes or just seconds. I don’t think anybody ever kissed me like this. And I want him to do it all again. Preferably while he’s buried deep inside me.

“Hi.”, he says back, the corner of his mouth tipping up into a smirk. The hazy feeling dissipates and I recognize the band that’s playing on the car’s speakers.

“Oh, you finally listened to Sleep Token!”, I exclaim. It is one of the bands I told him to listen to because they have been consistently on the top of my list this last year.

“I did.”, he says, while he pulls out of the driveway.

“And how do you like them?”, I ask, a bit nosy.

He shrugs. “They’re nice and chill, I guess.” He smiles at me, a little sparkle of amusement in the corner of his eyes. “Although I have to say, I’m a bit surprised that you like ‘em so much, they’re much ‘softer’ than the stuff you usually listen to.” which has me giggling a little bit.

“That might be true.”, I chuckle. “I can’t explain it either, but the lyrics and everything just has me in a chokehold.”

The last beats of ‘Vore’ fade out and ‘Sugar’ starts playing, the sultry voice and the soft sounds filling the car and I grin to myself.

“You know what they jokingly call that genre?”, I ask him.

He shakes his head. “No, I don't.”

“Baby making metal.” The grin that adorns my cheeks is almost bigger than my face.

He shoots me a look, half amusement, half serious contemplation. “But what if you’re not making babies?”, he finally asks.

I furrow my brows, but my grin stays on, albeit not being as wide anymore. “Well, it’s supposed to be a joke, like tongue-in-cheek, you know because the music is all sensual and sexy. Like not actually making babies, you know, I wouldn’t even want t-”, I break off, biting my tongue.

Silence engulfs us for just a moment, a moment where we both seem to contemplate what to say now.

“I actually got a prescription for taking the pill.”, I tell him then. Called my gynecologist during lunchbreak and picked them up on my way home.

He whips his head in my direction, to look at me. “Why- but- I'm not gonna be on leave for that much longer, we-”, he stumbles through three possible answers at the same time.

“Don't worry about it, it was my decision.”, I explain, a lopsided grin on my face, because I maybe could have brought it up another way.

His eyes dart to me for another quick look. “I see. What made you uh- decide that?”, he wants to know, friendly curiosity in his voice.

“If something happens, like the condom breaks – which is a possibility –, we still have a failsafe. All the fun of ‘making babies’ without making actual babies.”, I joke, feeling a bit uneasy underneath the grin on my face, because talking about babies with the guy you just started sleeping with is… well, let’s just say, there are more comfortable subjects. But when my eyes are drawn to him again, seeing how relaxed he seems now, it puts me at ease as well.

He smiles at me again. “I can understand that.”, he says.

Another silence, the music still softly playing. The silences with him are not uncomfortable, I mean, they never have been so far, and there were quite some when we went to the concert in the beginning of the week. The moments when I thought I had already talked to much, even if he was content just listening to me, because he’s not a big talker.

So, I’m a bit surprised when he starts to speak again first.

“So… and you don’t have to answer, of course, if that’s too personal of a question. You don't want any children … ever?”, he asks, his soft voice bringing a lightness to the question.

“I don’t really want any ever, yeah.”, I answer assertively, shrugging at the same time. “Not in this life.”

I look to the side, at him. Thinking that he might say something along those lines of 'oh, you're gonna change your mind when you're older'. The same shit I always hear. ‘You’re still young, just wait a few years.’

But he doesn't. "I see.", is all he comments.

I’m still looking at him, not able to hide my surprise, but I don’t actually say anything.

"What? You're not gonna have me argue against that.", he mutters, and I can feel the moment of hesitation before he continues speaking: "I don't feel like my job is really compatible with a partner and family." and sighs and shrugs. "So, I came to terms with never having one quite some time ago." He turns to look at me. "I understand, as somebody who had a hard time explaining that to his own family, and I'm just a man."

I sigh as well. “Yeah, but it is what it is. It’s not their life after all.”

He smiles at me, the smile only barely reaching his eyes, something I’ve never seen from him before. “That’s right.”

I clasp my hand over his that’s holding the gearshift, caressing it for a bit. He lifts it and squeezes my fingers softly, a little reassuring gesture.

“We’re almost there.”, he says, smiling a little more relaxed again.

I knew he couldn't live too far away from me because he never takes long to get to my apartment. I’ve been watching the way he drove us, surprised when he took a few turns that lead to the outskirts of the city. And when he tells me that we’re there soon, I look out the window more intently, almost pressing my face up against the cool glass to see better, missing some light because of the darkening sky.

Little patches of forest, few fields in between, and a single road that passes his house. No neighbors in sight.

My jaw drops when I see it. It's not a big house by any means, but it has a facade that seems to be from the last century at least. Simple frescoes adorn the top of every single window, up until the round one right under the dark tiled roof. Ivy ranks up the whole right side of the grey painted walls.

I don't know what I expected. Same like with his car. Seeing the house now makes so much sense, but if you had asked me before, I probably would have guessed he had a modern, but simple three-room-apartment. Not a house with a white-picket-fence and a little garden, leading further into a small patch of green woodland.

He opens up the garage door with the push of a button and parks the car in there. I get out, not waiting for him to open the door for me, looking around all nosy. The garage has a little workshop and some gardening tools. Another set of tires for his car. And something else hidden away under some tarp. Wheels peaking out at the bottom that kind of look like they belong to … a bike?

I hear the cardoor shut and his steps when he approaches me. "That is the door that leads inside.", he tells me, gesturing in the direction. A grin adorns his face. "If you wanna take a look." And he knows my nosy ass enough to know, that I sure as shit want to.

I nod – more excited than I should be – and push through it, entering the main part of the house. I kick off my shoes, leaving them right there, beside the entrance door.

The corridor is plain white, a singular lamp lighting it up, a simple sidetable on the right side, a wall mounted rack with his jackets, although it’s half empty, and a rack for the shoes underneath.

I run by a kitchen, with white cabinets and grey marble worktops. A cooking island in the middle of the room. A big ass fridge, even though he lives alone. I guess it takes a lot of food to keep his physique up.

I head a little further down the hallway, until I reach the centerpiece of the house.

The living room surprisingly bright for all the dark furniture that’s placed inside. Curtains hang in front of the huge windows, pulled to the side, letting in lots of light and showing off the little garden outside. A door leads out to the patio.

A big black couch, with soft looking cushions. A simple end table and a lamp beside it.

A tiled fireplace on the one wall, stairs leading both upstairs and downstairs in the corner of the room.

But there is one thing that pulls my attention.

I’m completely mesmerized by the wall of books in front of me, spanning from one side to the other. I look at the whole shelf, every single row of books. In between, there is some open space with a TV hanging from the wall and quite a huge soundsystem on the wooden furniture. On the lower shelfs beneath, there is a plethora of vinyls, some seeming pretty old, others are obviously newer, and also CDs like the ones in his car.

I go back over the books, my fingers brushing over their backs as I read the titles and authors. Lots of classic horror and thrillers like ‘The Shining’, books in German that I can’t pronounce, even though I recognise the name Goethe, but also Sunzi’s ‘The Art of War’. Some books on philosophy and technical handbooks. But most of it is entertainment literature.

“I read a lot when I’m on leave.”, he explains, which makes me look back at him. He’s leaning in the door frame, a door frame he doesn’t even really fit in. The signature black jeans, a simple black shirt that hugs his biceps with the way he has his arms crossed in front of his chest. His hair hanging down to the side, the tips of it grazing over the tattooed skin, when he moves his head talking. My god, can he stop being this attractive?

“I can see that. I’m quite jealous of your collection, to be honest.”, I say.

“You can borrow any of them, if you’d like.”, he offers.

“Really?!”, I exclaim excitedly, already inspecting the rows for some fitting subjects, but my eyes dart back to him. Waiting for an answer.

He shrugs, but the little smile on his lips stays on. “Yes, I mean I have read most of them, I guess they deserve to be read by somebody else as well.” That little piece of information gives so much about him away. He lives here alone – at least staying here when he is on leave – and he must stay alone most of the time. With what I know now, that he hasn’t really been dating the last few years and that he doesn’t plan on having a partner… It feels so contradictory to the house that is too big for one person, even for a giant like him. What about his friends though? He surely got friends that come over from time to time, no?

I turn back to the books, a simple “Okay” on my lips, not knowing what else to say, the familiar feeling tensing up my shoulders, while I still search for some I’d actually want to read.

His eyes are on me the whole time, just watching, observing, what I’m doing. I can feel them on my backside, trailing down my whole body, and I’m a bit self-conscious that I only put on simple leggings and an oversized shirt, even though it’s a cute one. After my special outfit choice at the concert, I didn’t want to keep up any unrealistic expectations, and this is what I would have worn visiting somebody on any other Friday. It isn’t a date, technically, he just asked if he could “kidnap” me, so… I still hope, he thinks it’s cute.

I pull out books that sound interesting, some familiar, some not so much. Until I have a pile of them in my grasp, Jules Verne’s ‘Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas’ right at the top.

“I’ll read through them a bit later and then choose which to take with me, okay?”, I reassure myself with six books on my arm, looking at the big guy still only standing there.

“Sure, take whatever you like, Kleine.”, and the expression on his face lets me believe for just a second, that he might mean more than just his books. I ignore the tingle that rolls down my spine, as I set them down on the end table next to the couch.

My eyes find him again, darting to the stairs leading up. “So…” I sway from one foot to another, while a little bratty smile plays around the corners of my mouth. “You got a bedroom in your abode as well?”

His gaze darkens in an instant, the soft smile turning into that damned smirk that makes my knees weak, but there is also some reprimand in his look. He pushes himself off the doorframe, stalking closer with slow, big strides. “I do indeed have a bedroom.”, he answers, his voice a tad deeper than before.

I grin at him, feeling like red riding hood coaxing the big bad wolf. “You wanna show me ooor…?”, I continue. The tension between us flurries through the air, I can almost feel the moment of suspension prickling at my fingertips, before I dart away and he leaps forward, catching up to me in just two quick steps.

He grabs me, which makes me squeal and giggle, and throws me over his shoulder. I wriggle in his hold on me, playfully straining against his arm securing me there, but it’s futile anyways. “Stop it, Fräulein.”, he grunts, slapping my ass – once – with his other hand. I yelp again, but a bright grin stalks onto my lips as I tease him with a “Yes sir”, that earns me another spank.

next part: hanging off König's shoulder or more Stuff in the Masterlist ~

a/n: thanks for tuning into this plot part of the pwp - the other p will follow... uni in january is kicking my butt, so bear with me, the next five parts are already in the works - "just" need to finish them (will take more time)🫠 i might also post some more random scenes, that don't fit the plot right now - or possibly never - that are just sitting in my drafts and thanks for reading, as always <3 (it makes my day to see names coming back everytime c':)

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lixiektty · 1 year

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angel pussy

word count: 1.3k

warnings/kinks: dom!chan, sub!reader, language, oral (f. receiving), pussy smacking, praise, only a little degradation, pet names, dirty talk, pls feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

author's note: took a mental health break while i was trying to finish up school before winter break, but i'm back!! and i hope you all enjoy my upcoming works for this month.

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waking up here would always felt like a dream. all the walls to the room were glass, giving an open view to the snow falling down and landing onto the ground. it was better knowing that you lived in the middle of nowhere and didn't have to worry about anyone watch you.

it'd get really cold at night but with your boyfriend by your side, he kept you company with his body heat, you rested peacefully everytime.

this morning, he woke you up with a shower of kisses along your collarbone and neck. he had been going at it since the moment he woke up, eager for the taste of your skin. you were addicting to him, honestly. he really could not get enough.

chan didn't start moving closer to your jaw until he felt you starting to stir awake. you groan, eyes fluttering open, "chris—" you whine.

"good morning, angel," he mumbled against your skin, "i woke up with a craving."

you sigh, head resting back on the pillows, "what is it?"

"was craving you— the sweet taste of your pussy, can i eat you out?" he asked. he sounded so innocent asking like that, you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on— even just a little bit.

"it's 7 in the morning," you protest.

"that's never stopped us before," he chuckled, leaving a wet peck right under your jaw, "come on baby, it's driving me crazy."

chan was still marking up your neck, hand now creeping under your shirt. his warm fingers sliding against your skin sent chills down your spine. you didn't want to reject his offer, you were just still half asleep and wanted to go back to your slumber.

"you can lay back and relax, i'll do all the work," he added, hoping it'd make you agree.

"ugh, fine," those words leaving your mouth excited chan more than you thought, a bright smile shining on his face as if he didn't ask for such a dirty thing.

"thank you, angel," he thanked, before moving on top of you while still remaining under the covers, placing the most gentle kiss upon your lips.

he was soon moving down, disappearing into the blanket, hot breath on your already bare cunt.

"only put my shirt on last night?" he asked. you heard that smirk he wore on his face so clearly.

you hum in response, hips wiggling as if it was an invite for him to finally shove his face between your legs. his hands rub the smooth skin on your thighs, pushing them up and apart for him to fit comfortably into.

finally, his skilled mouth was on you, gently sucking up your arousal. you let out a sigh in pleasure, relaxing just as chan said you would.

it didn't matter how, what, when or where— chan was going to show you his affection. just like this morning, he only wanted to taste you, not even wanting to fuck you like that wouldn't please him too. no, he just wanted the taste of you melting on his tongue.

"mmh, so sweet," he praised, humming into you.

your clit throbbed from the attention he was giving you, and the words leaving his dirty mouth. he knew exactly how to use it wether that being on you or using it to say the things he knew would have you weak in the knees.

his tongue was moving in slow circles, taking his time and being gentle with you this early in the morning. you appreciated it, but your body needed more. everything was happening too slow.

usually, on any other occasion, chan would be eating you out as if he was starving. lips bright pink and swollen after being done with you. as much as you wanted, you had no idea what was going on in his mind and why he was taking his time. he wanted to savor every taste even though he knew he had you all the himself.

it was difficult to hold yourself back when being expressive with what you desire most. so you didn't, bucking your hips up into his mouth.

"more, chan please—" you beg. his next actions after pulling away surprise you though, considering he had been so gentle not too long ago. a sharp slap was sent against your folds. you jump at the obvious contact.

"i told you to relax and i'd do the work right?" he asked, if only you could see that look on his face, "don't act up."

you stayed quiet after that, other than the uncontrollable moans leaving you. chan became a lot more messy, even after him basically telling you to not tell him what to do. he was doing just as begged for.

"is this want you wanted? my poor little slutty angel just couldn't wait two seconds," he said, burying his face back into you.

you were a moaning mess already. the only thing that'd get you closer to your orgasm was if you could see his face. your lower body was just so cold— the more chan was eating at you like a madman, the more your body actually started to heat up.

it was almost like it was your first instinct to yank the blanket off of him, which is exactly what you did. earning a grin from chan once he looked up and realized he was no longer hiding under the covers, "like seeing me between your thighs?" you nod, lip stuck between your teeth. "you're the prettiest little thing, yunno?"

you couldn't stand how much he was praising you, it was hard to hide that his words effected you— and he knew they did. each swipe of his tongue sent another rush of pleasure through your veins and you already felt so close to your high.

chan knew your body so well, he knew when you on the verge of snapping. he kept his mouth on you, tongue focusing on your bud and sucking hard until he heard a cry from you.

"fuck— chan, i'm close," you moan, fingers in his curly locks and yanking him in closer.

he could smell, taste, and feel all of you— his mind was all over the place. you were so sweet in every way possible, it genuinely drove him nuts.

"you can cum, angel," he said, pulling away after every other word, "put all those sweet angel juices all over my face, go on."

chan was a fucking menace. he made you putty into his hands by just his words and tongue. you wondered how he did it— how he had the power to do such things.

"ah— jesus chan," you cried, body tensing and hips pushing down on your boyfriend's tongue.

chan allowed you to ride his tongue until you stopped moving. he pressed a kiss against you, making you shiver— this caused him to laugh a little, apologizing. "sorry," he said with a grin, "i can do that all day."

"well, we have things to do," you reply instantly, sitting up and closing your legs.

that was a lie. neither of you had to work, or had plans with friends. today was a free day, and all you wanted to do was lay and do absolutely fucking nothing. it wasn't like you could do much anyways considering the amount of snow piling up.

"yeah, like what?" chan asked.

your eyes got big, corners of your mouth curling, "cuddle and watch movies," you suggested, "it's a snow day."

he didn't argue, sitting next to you and pulling the blanket draped over the both of you up. he pulled you close and picked up the remote to begin surfing around for something to watch.

"anything you wanna watch specifically?" he asked, you shake you head, "no, surprise me," chan hummed, kissing your forehead then scrolled through the movies. your head was now rested on his chest, legs ontop of his and taking in all his warmth shared under the blanket.

nothing, honestly, could ever be better than this.

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oleander-nin · 7 months

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Horrortober Day 5- Liar(Yandere Rise Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Demonized self imagery, mirrors, kidnapping, mental breakdown, manipulation, lying, borderline isolation

Words: 1312

Summary: Leo promised he would take care of you. He said it wasn't safe anymore, and you believed him. Hook, line, and sinker.

The room is quiet. It always was once Leo was gone. The comic books he’d brought for this week were piled high in the corner, each having already been read. You shift in the bed, considering reading them all again. It had taken two days last time, but you weren’t sure you could. The words and colors blend together after so long, each character seeming the same as the last.

It also didn’t help with how jealous you were of them, seeing their adventures and travels making your stomach coil in knots. It had been eight months since the Kraang invasion, three months since Leo insisted the world was still rebuilding, still too dangerous for you to return. You shift the sheets over your body more, covering your entire person despite not being cold. The blanket was better than nothing while Leo was gone, his touch being the only interaction you’ve had since. Even his brothers had stayed away from you, leaving the room when you entered until you stopped leaving yourself. You could sometimes hear their whispers outside the subway car, muffled concerns and arguments being held just beyond your reach.

You were getting tired of Leo’s voice being the only one in your head. He had taken over your thoughts, your vision, your mind. He was all you thought of day in, day out. He was all you had.

Three months ago you would’ve gone on a walk in the park on a day like this. A day like this, where you feel so gloomy and down you can barely breathe. The outside may be bitter, but it was nice to hear the life around you and see the clouds in the sky. Was it raining? Snowing? Sunny? You weren’t sure. Leo didn’t talk about such things with you anymore. After all, it’s not like you would know.

The feeling of the sun on your skin and the smell of fresh rain had been forgotten, only small wisps of memory remained. You sometimes didn’t believe yourself when you tried to imagine it. Maybe the rain never smelled, and the sun never truly warmed your skin like you imagined. For all you knew, they were only dreams.

You missed going out with your friends or joining the boys down at Heuso’s. It was nicer then, simpler. Everything has its place, including you. You fit neatly into the slot of Leo’s best friend, and eventually his partner. It was a nice world to be in, nicer than the room you stayed in now.

You used to clean it everytime Leo left, trying to tidy up the space so Leo would have something nice to come back to. You still do sometimes, when you can get out of bed. It never was the same though. The metal walls never showed your reflection, and there was always a small damp smell in the air. You suspected there was a leak somewhere, or one of you had spilled something that had embedded itself into the train’s memory, but you weren’t sure. You could probably find it if you looked hard enough, but that was a job for another day. Or another week. Another month even. Just not today.

The airflow from the vent causes a slight ruffle from a blanket behind you, your dulled eyes peering over your shoulder. The blanket sways in the flow, a small flapping from the edges that reminds you of a bird. Or, well, you think it reminds you of a bird. You never could tell anymore.

You slowly peel the blankets off yourself, letting your feet press against the cold floor. A chill runs up your spine as you slowly stand, goosebumps appearing on the flesh of your arms and legs. You slowly creep towards the bird-like blanket, your fingers securing themselves around the soft material. It was a nice blanket, smooth under your fingers and cool to the touch. It was no wonder for its unusual coldness, as the vent was directly above it, a constant stream of air exhaled by the system.

You pull gently on the blanket, unsure what it covers. You were confident you once knew. Leo never messed with anything in the room, not unless he had you nodding along. It was nice, the way he let you do as you pleased despite it being his room. He was so kind to you, keeping you safe and warm and comfortable.

The blanket falls, revealing the liquidy glass of a mirror. You stare into it for a moment, your brain processing what it does but not who you were looking at. That couldn’t be you. Your face was deeply set, as if it had sunken in. Your skin looked sickly and had a soft sheen over the surface, like you had been preserved in wax. Your hands automatically reach to scratch at the surface, disappointment shining in your eyes when it stays put. Your gaze continues to lower, horror and despair flooding your veins.

You had lost at least ten pounds, and looked like a complete mess. Your hair is brittle and no matter how much you quickly try to run your hands through it, it stays firmly knotted. Your face is creased and your clothes sag on you, even though you can clearly remember this exact pair being decently well fitted. You couldn’t take your eyes off the creases in your face, the bags under your eyes seeming deep enough to swim in.

A stark sob leaves you, the image breaking everything you had known. It was no wonder you had it covered. The thing it showed, the monster it held, it certainly wasn’t you. It couldn’t be. Right?

A loud crash sounds through the room and your fist stings as the blood drips down your arm. The mirror is shattered, but instead of taking the monster away, it only amplifies it. Millions of small images of the horror that was once you. Small cries turn into wails as you crumple to your knees. A door opens behind you, worried calls and shouts sounding just a few feet away, but you can’t hear them through your cries. The world had broken, and so had you.

Leo’s arms wrap around your shoulders, holding you gently as he starts to attempt at calming you down. Your body acts on reflex, clinging to the one thing you knew, the one solid in your sinking life.

“Please,” You sob, clinging onto him. Your hands can barely grip his shoulders, fingers slipping as you lean against him. You didn’t want to die, the image of yourself blowing away like dust in the wind. You were sure this meant the worst, that whatever infected the city Leo spoke so down on had gotten to you too. “Please, just let me go outside. Just once. I’m dying. Please. Can’t you see I’m dying?”

“You’re not dying honey,” He murmurs, kissing the crown of your head. His chin rests on your head as he pulls you into his lap, rocking you back and forth in his arms. “And you know I can’t do that. The invasion caused a lot of damage to the city. Once it’s repaired, I swear I’ll let you out. I don’t want you hurt, so you just gotta wait. It’s okay. I promise, it’ll be soon. I’ll take you out on a nice picnic and show you the stars. You just have to be patient.”

You nod, still crying as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Leo smiles above you, his eyes twinkling with a malicious deviation. You bought it again, you always did. There was never an ounce of mistrust between the two of you. He sighs, sitting back as he continues to comfort you. You were too gullible, not to your own fault of course. Leo was always such a wonderful liar.

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coral-melon · 3 months

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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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mousequill · 5 months

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My thoughts/head cannons on Velvet and Veneer

On Veneer: I personally believe that Veneer’s sympathy stems from his goldfish he used to have. Here’s how I think it went down. Veneer, like any other little kid, probably begged his parents for a pet dog or something but his parents thought that was too much responsibility so they gave him a fish instead. Veneer might have been bitter about this, because c’mon now, that’s a boring fish and Veneer probably wanted his pet to be more entertaining (referring to his pet monkey). So he might have halfheartedly taken care of it and slowly over time he might have even grown a small bond with it but again, Veneer is a little kid and I doubt he did any research on how to properly take care of a fish (the fish probably lived in a small glass bowl with no enrichment) and of course, the fish dies despite Veneer now giving it slightly more attention. This makes Veneer guilty of course but he moves on because in the end of the day, it’s just a fish. Then much later on Floyd comes along, not in a glass bowl but similar, and this time his new ‘pet’ can actually talk to him. I personally see it as Veneer viewing Floyd as something akin to an entertaining talking hamster or something or the sort. So forming a bond with Floyd becomes a lot easier than his fish. And then Floyd begins to lose his color (much like how fish do when close to dying) and that same guilt begins to creep up on him, because internally wether he realizes or not, he sees his goldfish in Floyd, leading to him eventually helping out Floyd.

Tldr: Veneer feels guilty about killing his pet goldfish so he makes up for it by helping Floyd.

On Velvet: People need to stop making her out to be this sadistic abusive monster. She’s literally just a bratty teen diva, and arguably, also suffering from addiction from not only the fame going to her head but also actual addiction lowkey. Like, I can’t be the only one that noticed how agitated and on edge she sounded before giving herself a few doses of essence and her voice immediately going soft and relaxed. Additionally, just because she’s the stronger voice out of the two twins doesn’t mean she’s abusive to Veneer, y’all need to chill with that. Speaking of loud voices, I’m also seeing the theory that Veneer actually has talent but acts like he doesn’t to keep his sister happy, and like, I get it, considering his speaking va and his singing va are the same and he doesn’t dose himself as much as Velvet, but I think that’s simply because he doesn’t NEED his voice to be as strong as Velvet’s, he’s just the backing vocals, so of course he’s not gonna dose himself as much as her. Lastly, Velvet is a good sister to Veneer and I say this on the basis that Velvet was happy to perform with her brother at all times. She could have done a solo career and hogged all the fame and glory for herself but she didn’t. The fact that Veneer actually sassed Velvet back in two scenes (“Our parents were dentists 🙄” “Why do I have to do it 🤨” tells me that he’s not afraid of to talk back to her like some of you are making him seem out to be). Velvet loves her brother obviously, but being famous, being remembered forever, that was her DREAM, not Veneer’s, so of course she went a little aggressive with it towards the end.

Tldr: Velvet is actually a good sister and a normal teen girl acting her age.

#Trolls 3 #trolls band together #velvet and veneer #trolls velvet #trolls veneer #my thoughts #they love each other #but also angst between them is good too #what sister hasn’t called her brother an idiot once in her life 🙄#Let Velvet live a little jeez #At least she wasn’t the one to comment multiple times on how cute the trolls looked while imprisoned #“They’re kinda cute banging on the walls begging to go home - Veneer

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shimmerwindow · 3 months

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I Never Really

Part Twelve

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Cigarette use

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Finals week turned out much better than you’d expected. You had sufficiently prepared yourself, and your hard work paid off in the form of A’s and low stress across the board. The minute you turned in your final test of the semester, you felt a horrid weight lift from your shoulders. This moment, right here, was what made the rest of it all worth it. You had a bounce in your step as you walked back to your dorm, for once not annoyed by the bustle of campus.

The building was as crowded as ever, with all of the students moving their things out all at once. A girl nearly ran you over with two massive suitcases as you tried to exit the elevator onto your floor. It was nice to not have such an interaction immediately set you into a mood of annoyance for the rest of the day.

You couldn’t help but smile when you finally flopped onto your bed, letting out a sigh that carried with it the finality of your stress. You knew it’d start up all over again in a few weeks, but for now, you would live in the moment. And that moment would start with a nice, long nap. The first you'd consciously allowed yourself in ages. In was dreamless, just a moment of unconscious, blissful peace.

You awoke in a daze an hour or so later, though time was not something you would stress yourself about during these weeks of rest. A text was waiting for you, with a familiar name. Sam.

hey! saw we aced that project, we totally need to celebrate :) want to come over?

The sense of jubilation over the end of the semester wiped any doubts out of your mind regarding whether or not you actually wanted to see him, or the rest of the men in that house, for that matter.

would love to!

cool, the guys are out so it'll just be me and u if that's ok

So maybe this was some kind of divine intervention to finally get the two of you alone, in a room, to talk. The words of the twins echoed in your mind once again – you needed to do this. As much as you would gladly run from him forever, you needed to talk to him. It would do you no good to cut him off with no closure.

that's chill!

He went on to tell you he’d already moved all his things out, but would swing by to get you whenever you were ready. Better to get this out of the way now. As you readied yourself for his arrival, you rehearsed a script in your head, spoke out loud the words you would want to say to him. The anxiety of it all was making your stomach churn and your palms sweat.

You headed down to the ground level, and watched his car pull around through the windows in the lobby. You could see his thumbs tapping on the steering wheel with whatever beat was coming through the radio. The two of you were quiet on the drive over, the music filling the silence. Though it was not uncomfortable, you still tapped your fingers together anxiously in the passenger seat.

The ambiance of the house felt different when you pulled up, in large part to the new set of decorations. Carefully curated by Josh, you figured. A flawless Christmas tree sat in the corner of the living room, its branches laden with a nearly obscene amount of ornaments, ribbons, and strings covered in all types of materials. Four stockings hung above the fireplace, hand-knit with the initials of the four brothers of the house.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, hanging his coat on the rack by the door. “You want anything? Water? Tea?…Tequila?”

You were certain nothing would sit calmly in your stomach right now. “I’m alright, thank you.” You took a seat on the couch, wrapping your arms around yourself. The cold from the darkened world outside had begun to creep in, casting a chill over the house. It was an old place, and clearly didn’t have the best insulation.

“Well, congratulations to us, huh?” He gave you a wide smile.

You shot back the best fake grin you could muster. “Thank god it's over.”

“I hear that. I need a break. You cold?” He pointed a finger at you as you curled into a ball on the couch.

“No, I’m okay–”

“Actually, it’s fuckin’ freezing in here. Any objections to a fire?”

“That sounds nice, actually.” With any luck, you’d be gone before the last of the embers burned out.

He vanished for a moment, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You rehearsed the words you planned to say for the millionth time, and sent up a silent prayer that they would come out properly.

“Cheaper than turning up the heat,” Sam said when he came back in the room. He smiled at you as he set down the carrier full of logs, fresh from the storage rack they kept under the eve of the house. “Jake gets pissed when the electrical bill gets too high.”

“Well, it’s not like you live here,” you commented.

“I do now,” he sighed. “For now, at least.” He pulled up the sleeves of his sweater and started up a fire. There was something so intimate about it, sitting in silence as you watched him work. The flames roared to life, under his skillful touch.

“So what do you feel like doing? And answer quickly, or I’ll start giving you a tour of the record shelf.” He turned back at you to smile.

The humor was lost on you, and you felt a deep guilt as the smile washed from his face and he turned away when you didn’t laugh. This was it. It was time to say those dreaded words. “Actually, I think we should…talk.” Your mouth was dry, and your heart pounded in your chest. Blood was already rushing to your cheeks.

“About what?” He turned his head back to you, still absently poking at the fire. Clueless, it seemed.

“Well, like…”

“Hey, if this is about that one day, where you passed out in–” his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. “When you fell asleep. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d moved until–”

“It’s not about that.” You cut him off, not sure you could handle dwelling on that day right now. “I just wanted to know if…” you paused, thinking of how to word it correctly. You'd rehearsed this moment so many times, yet the words still stuck to your tongue like honey. “If I’m intruding on something.”

He stared at you blankly, his lips parted a bit. “What?” He laughed the word, only a small smile on his face.

Suddenly, you felt rather stupid. “I don’t know, I just saw you with that other girl–”

Everything around you screeched to a halt. You couldn’t even hear the crackling of the fire anymore. Other girl. It had come out so naturally, you hadn’t even considered the implication you were making with that single word. You suddenly realized just how many of those little implications you were making all at once. Foremost, that you and him were doing anything more than just being friends.

“Oh, her?” He stood, dusting off his hands, and sat down on the other end of the couch, his legs tucked beneath him and his fingers nervously fidgeting in his lap. “Just a friend.”

“That so?”

He couldn’t seem to meet your eyes anymore. “Yeah. Just something to pass the time, I guess.”

“Well, that's not a very respectful way to refer to a fling, Sam.”

“There I go again. Saying shit that makes me look like an asshole.”

“You seem to be pretty good at that.” It came out meaner than you’d meant, but it was cathartic nonetheless.

“Anyway. It's not that serious. You're not intruding on anything.”

It was both a wonderful and terrible feeling that washed over you in that moment. A thousand thoughts showed up at the front lines of your mind, warring against each other. So, it wasn’t serious. But serious enough that you didn’t even need to say a name for him to know what you meant. Something was telling you that you needed to get closer, now, while you had the chance. But you’d lost that right, given it up the moment you’d fallen into Jake’s arms.

“That’s good to know,” you said, quietly.

“Is that why you’ve been so distant lately?” He asked, his lips stumbling over the words like they were forced from his mouth.

You hadn’t done a very good job of hiding it, clearly. “Yeah, I guess so. And finals had been killing me. Just glad the semester is over.” The topic was starting to shift too close to home. “And you've been distant, too.”

“Well, I figured you just kind of…didn’t like me as much anymore. Not since Halloween.”

Your stomach dropped hard enough that you could feel a knot forming in your throat. He knows. It repeated in your mind like a broken record, loud and screeching. “Why would you think that?” Your voice was small and far away.

“I barely even saw you that night. You would just vanish any time I was around.” A profound sadness lingered behind his eyes. “And then you just disappeared. You didn’t even say bye before you left.”

You could almost physically feel your heart breaking inside your chest. This can't be real. All of it, all the pain you’d endured for the past months, was it really all over nothing? Had you really allowed yourself to be so easily swayed into hatred for him by something as simple as a few hookups? It didn’t feel real, nothing in the room felt tangible at this point. The heat from the fire did nothing to soothe the icy chill that crept into your veins and made you shiver.

You’d been backed into a corner, trapped into either lying, or telling a devastating truth. “Yeah, I didn’t feel great, so I went home.” The lie came out so effortlessly it made you feel sick. Even if he wouldn’t care, it would forever taint whatever you’d built with him if you were honest with him now. If it wasn't tainted already. He must be lying, you thought. There's no way he didn’t see the marks his brother had left all over you.

“You should have told me!” He gave you a tap on the arm. “I would have helped you. Or at least walked you home.”

There had been such unspoken animosity between you, that night after the party, when you’d seen him on the roof. Or, at least, that was how your mind had interpreted the interaction. You began to doubt every notion you had about him. Maybe you’d just taken it all the wrong way, maybe this had all just been a gigantic misunderstanding on your end.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, no longer able to meet his gaze.

“Oh, jeez, don’t be sorry.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him run his fingers through his hair. “I should have hung around you more. It’s on me.”

A part of you ached to just tell him the truth. The dejection that hung off of every word he spoke was killing you, slowly. With any luck, he would hate you, and you could go the rest of your life pretending he had never existed. But the mere thought of hurting him in such a way was so unfathomable to you, the truth may very well have not even existed to you. It would never leave your mouth, not even long after you left this cold, dreary town. A dirty little secret you would be forced to carry with you, forever.

“Oh!” He suddenly jumped, pointing a finger at you. “I almost forgot to ask! Speaking of parties, where are you gonna be for New Year’s?”

“Nowhere, really. I don’t really care about that stuff. I always just sleep through the countdown.” You sounded unbearably boring, and you knew it, but you also knew what was coming next. And you hoped to turn him off from it before he could–

“You’re coming to the party here.”

“Sam,” you smiled, shaking your head. “I–”

“Shush.” He held a finger out towards your lips. “You’re not spending New Year’s alone.”

It didn’t feel right. You came here with the intention to be having the exact opposite of this current conversation. Spend it with your waste of time, you want her more, you wanted to scream. This was not at all how you’d expected this to pan out, and it was giving you whiplash now having to change your tune.

The truth was dangerously close to your lips, stuck in your throat hard enough to make you want to gag. Instead, you choked out a “fine.”

“Bitchin'! Oh, we are gonna have iii such iii a good time!”

The knot of anxiety in your stomach started to unravel, seeing him so genuinely happy about your potential presence. You doubted yourself now, doubted your conviction to pull yourself away from this entire situation. Maybe there was a way out of it, a path you couldn't see just yet.

The night was easy, all of your original plans having been thrown out the window. By this time, you’d expected to be in bed, alone, crying yourself to sleep over a ruined friendship. The two of you caught up on your lost time, and he told you all about the strange and interesting experiences he’d had over the past several weeks. He seemed to be the kind of guy that attracted strangeness.

“It’s too quiet in here. Music?” He asked, bouncing up from the couch and making his way over to the bookshelf full of records against the wall.

“Sure.”

“How do you feel about…” his fingers danced along the frayed paper edges that jutted out from their wooden cubes. “Christmas music?” He raised an eyebrow at you, his fingers coming to a stop. “Are you a Christmas music lover or hater?”

“Uh–”

“Lover?” He cut you off with a laugh. “Perfect! I knew we were a good match.”

“Actually, I was gonna say–”

“How about this one?” He shouted above you, cutting you off once again. “What do you know about my man, uh…actually, I don’t know who this is. Hope it’s good.” He pulled a record from the shelf and set it on the small turntable that sat on what looked like an end table. “They just don't make album covers ugly like this anymore." He showed you the cover, clad in gaudy shades of red and green.

“Can I give my thoughts, or–”

“Only if they’re good ones!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics as the room was filled with the warm, crackly sound of the record playing. He picked up the fire poker, twirling it between his fingers for a second before using it to adjust a few of the logs.

“Any plans for Christmas?” He asked, as he absently poked at the fire.

“I was gonna go home, but the weather's not looking like it’ll cooperate.” A brutal winter storm was due directly over the path to your hometown, and you weren’t interested in fighting with multiple canceled or delayed flights.

“So you’re just gonna be here alone?” He dusted off his hands and he sat back down on the couch, eyes fixed on his handiwork.

“It’s alright. I didn’t go anywhere last year, either. I’ll see them when summer comes.”

You both sat in silence for a bit, lost in whatever trance the human mind entered when staring at a burning fire. You felt peace, for once, for the first time in a while. The blush finally left your cheeks, and the sweet scent of the fire clung to your body like a warm hug. There was something about this place that struck you each time you found yourself in it. Like it was somewhere familiar, down to each exposed beam in the ceiling and every scuff in the hardwood. The way the floor creaked when you walked across it, the feel of the antique door knobs in your hands, it all made you feel like you were always supposed to find yourself in a place like this.

You looked over at Sam to find he was looking at you, too. As if he’d heard your internal monologue, he gave you a smile. “Glad you’re here.”

“Better than the dorms.”

Without warning, he hoisted himself closer to you. “You look like you've lost some of that sunshine lately, miss eclipse.” His eyes scanned over your face, remarkably close, so close that if either of you leaned forward just a few inches– “What’s got you so down?”

Your voice came out as barely above a whisper. “Did you have to get so close just to tell me I look sad?”

“Just wanted a better view.” He looked you over one last time, and collapsed back onto his side of the couch. “Seriously, though. What’s wrong?”

You’re the entire problem. It’s all you, however I look right now, it’s because of you. Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just been a bit exhausted from finals, that’s all.” Jake’s words rang through your head, how he’d pointed out your bad habit of saying that’s all when something was wrong.

Thankfully, Sam didn’t seem to have his older brother's sense of clairvoyance. “Well, it’s over. For now, at least. We can relax, finally.”

Relaxing was the last thing you would be doing in the coming week leading up to this party you’d so foolishly agreed to.

Despite the plethora of unsaid words between you, talking with him felt so easy, the way you both seemed to follow the progression of conversation so naturally. When your eyes began to feel heavy, and the fire began to die, a rising sense of unease in your heart became difficult to ignore.

“Want me to take you home?” Sam’s voice startled you out of a half-sleep you’d slipped into.

That was where the unease was coming from. You didn’t want to go home. You had no desire to return to the fluorescents, the uncomfortable bed, the bittersweet loneliness of your room in an empty building.

“Not really,” you mumbled, curling yourself up sideways on the couch. You’d inched a bit closer to him, and you could feel the tips of his fingers, draped across the back of the couch, lightly brush against your shoulder. “That place sucks.”

“You can sleep here, if you want, but…” He glanced at the front door. “The guys will probably be back tonight. Maybe, I don't know.”

An implication, heavy as the snow that had begun to fall outside, settled on both of you.

“I’ll sleep on the floor in your room,” you said, only half-joking. “Probably would still be more comfortable than those dorm beds.”

“You could always just sleep in my bed.”

“With you?”

Your eyes locked, and a sensation like sticking a fork in an outlet jolted through you. You could just barely hear the suggestion of a gasp from him, though it may have been from your own lips, you couldn’t tell.

“That’s not what I meant…but…”

Just say it. Say something. You’d never wished for him to make any kind of move before now, but it was unbearable how badly you wanted him to just do something. He was only one small movement away from you. You needed him to break this tension, say he wanted to kiss you, say he hated you, say he wanted to fuck you, anything.

“I mean–”

You cut him off. “Maybe I should just go home.” Ever the self-saboteur you were.

“Maybe you should.”

The record had reached its end, an eerily still silence befalling the room.

“That means I have to drive you.” He said it like he was hoping you would say something to the contrary.

“I can just walk.”

“It's freezing. And snowing. You're not gonna walk, you didn’t even bring a coat.”

“That’s true,” you mumbled. Now what? You were astounded at your own ability to put yourself in the most awkward positions. Go home, and wallow in what could have been? Or gamble your entire friendship on this one chance? As it would turn out, you wouldn’t need to make the choice at all.

“How long are we going to do this?” He huffed.

You blinked at him, clueless. “Do what?”

“Act like this.” he motioned between the two of you.

“Sam, I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“This…tension.” He sighed, his breath sounding shaky. “Am I crazy?”

“Tension?”

“Maybe I am just crazy. It just feels like every time I’m around you, we both get kinda weird, and it's like, there's so many things I want to say, but I don't know what they are.”

There it was again, that tone of speaking where his words tumbled over one another trying to leave his mouth as quickly as possible. You could almost physically feel your brain straining, trying to think of a way out of this. But every time, you circled back to the same point – there was no way out.

This was it. This was the peak that all your pining had been building towards. The fear of rejection was loud, but his words seemed to be saying something you'd pushed away for far too long. The thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted you too. Though it wasn’t really a maybe, was it? The way he’d been so angry with you for thinking you’d hooked up with Jake, the darkness in his eyes when he saw the bruises on your neck, the way he’d looked at you when your head was in his lap, the little touches, the glances, the nickname, it all meant something. Something that you’d refused to even acknowledge as a possibility until this very moment.

Maybe he wanted you, too.

“Can I just–”

You moved fluidly in time with him as he leaned across the couch and caught your face in his hands. Your body worked faster than your brain, placing your fingers over his forearms. You were so close you could nearly taste him. There was nothing you could do to stop the small, surprised gasp that left your lips.

“This is it, isn't it?” He asked. “This is why you've been this way lately.”

“Sam…” the single word came out of your mouth in a pathetic, pleading tone.

“You’re…jealous, aren't you?”

It wasn't the first word you'd use to describe how you felt, but it was certainly one of them. But you didn’t want him to know that. Jealousy, in your eyes, was an ugly emotion you were ashamed of. Yearning was what you’d spent the last several months doing, not being jealous. Yet you were lying to your own face – you knew that deep down. There was no telling what you wouldn’t give to be his little waste of time.

You paused for too long, your thoughts blaring too loudly for you to speak. He spoke for you. “Look at you.” He paused, a smile slowly lighting his eyes as they darted across your face. “Can’t speak?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“We can just cut the shit and actually talk for once, how about that?” It was a brutal thing to say, but he was right.

“I thought you didn’t like me. Not like this.” You punctuated the last word by digging your fingers into his arms a bit harder.

“Who says I do?” He couldn’t keep a straight face when he spoke.

“Let go, then. Take me home.” You shocked yourself with just how calm and collected you sounded, even as your heart felt as if it may beat out of your chest at any second.

“We’re still not talking. We just keep going around and around…” he moved your face in a small circle with his hand. “In circles. Over and over.”

“Just say whatever you’re trying to say, Sammy. Please.” You couldn’t take much more of this, your willpower starting to crack at the seams.

“I don’t think I can put it to words.” He pulled you the smallest bit closer, and you went willingly. “Can I just kiss you?” The words left him first, though they may as well have come from you as well, given the way you leaned forward.

Your lips brushed against his. His fingers tightened their grip on the sides of your face. You wrapped your arms around his waist. A series of actions that seemed to happen in stop-motion, unbearably slow but all too fast at the same time.

There had to be some catch, you figured. Something would stop this, like a poorly-written movie. Someone was bound to come crashing through the door at any moment to spoil what was happening right in front of your eyes. But nothing of the sort occurred. Instead, you shut your eyes and let him come to you. And he did so.

Your lips felt perfect in his. A kiss unlike any you’d had before, he moved flawlessly in tune with you. He didn’t rush, only gently exploring the curves of your lips with his own. When he broke away from you to take a deep, shaking breath, you had to stop yourself from chasing him back down.

It was like the entire world had stopped, even the embers in the fire hushing their crackles to give the two of you a moment of silent reflection. It began to sink in. You’d kissed him. You kissed Sam. The taste of him flowed over you in waves, a taste you would never forget until the day you died.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“For what?”

“I didn’t wait for you to answer.”

It felt ridiculous that it would even occur to him to ask in the first place. As if the two of you hadn’t been dancing around this moment for months now, as if there was anything you’d wanted more.

You finally found the strength to open your eyes. The sight of him was breathtaking, in the most literal sense. Those half-lidded eyes and the way his hair framed his face, the way you were so close you could see the lightest hint of stubble on his chin, all of it was powerfully beautiful. You were suddenly struck by the sense that you would never be able to find the words to describe this moment.

You had no control over yourself as you gripped around his waist tighter, leaning back in, capturing his lips in yours. The softest groan rose from his throat, a sound so melodic to your ears you could hear it a thousand times and never get tired of it. “Yes,” you whispered between breaths.

“What?” His reply was cut off by another kiss.

“Yes, you can kiss me. And yes, I'm so jealous.”

Every other word between you was communicated in the way he pushed against you, laying you back onto the couch. His fingers wrapped in your hair, his other hand gripping the arm of the couch so hard you could hear his fingernails scratch against the fabric. He asked you how jealous? by pulling away from you a bit. You answered you have no idea in the way you chased him and pulled him back with a hand in his hair.

He wandered across your jawline, down to your neck, where he planted a few soft kisses before gently nipping at the skin. The whine that came from you caused both of you to pause. You were back in your body, but your head was so far up in the clouds you could barely remember where you were. You’d barely registered how his thigh had come to rest between your legs, and the way you were lifting your hips to grind against him. It was embarrassing, how desperate you were for contact with him.

A shiver coursed through your body when it finally clicked it was him. None of this felt real, at all. Sam was biting at your neck, your fingers were tangled in his hair, and it was real. It felt impossible to wrap your head around it all.

“How long?” You asked, before you could stop yourself.

“Hmm?”

“How long have you wanted this?”

“Since the day we met.” He sank his teeth into you, awarding him a gentle gasp.

So many firsts were transpiring all at the same time. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed, tears of excitement and joy and emotions you couldn't place prickling at the corners of your eyes. You pushed him back from you with a gentle touch, and he went so willingly it was as if he was weightless to you.

“Fuck, do you need me to stop? I’ll stop.” He was already climbing his way off of you, his eyes fixed on the tears welling up in your eyes.

“No!” The word came out broken, a sobbing gasp, pleading and desperate. “Tears of joy, I swear.”

“Needed it that bad, huh?” An obnoxious, cocky grin graced his features. A smile you’d seen before on a certain someone else. “We could have cut to the chase a lot sooner if you’d just said something.” He combed his fingers through your hair.

“You didn’t need me.” It hurt like hell to say it out loud. “You had your little waste of time, and I…” I had your brother. “I had myself.”

“I did need you, though.”

As if by some kind of grand comedic timing, the sound of tires crunching on asphalt broke through the silence, and headlights flashed through the gaps in the blinds.

“Shit.” He scrambled his way off of you, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to fix his disheveled appearance.

“Who’s that?” You asked, righting yourself on the couch and trying to come back down to earth.

“Don’t know. Thought they’d be at that party all night.” He ran a hand over his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t tell anyone you were coming over.”

“Are they gonna be mad?”

“Only if one of ‘em has a girl with them.”

Your heart rate climbed ever higher when you heard keys rattling in the lock, and the creaking of the door opening. A familiar face stared back at you through the mesh of the screen door.

“Jake!” Sam called, waving at his brother as he came in through the door.

You watched Jake’s eyes flit between you and Sam, his jaw set in a way that looked particularly pissed off.

“Hey.”

“Where’s the others?”

“In someone’s bed somewhere.”

The tension between the three of you was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the occasional pops from the dying fire felt like gunshots in your ears. You shot Sam a worried look as Jake hung his coat on the rack next to the door, but he looked unbothered.

“You didn’t say anyone was coming over tonight,” Jake said, digging in his coat pockets.

“I was just about to take her home, actually.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired,” you chimed in, though your voice wavered.

“Alright. Have a good night.” He made his way up the stairs, and you could feel your body relax once he was out of sight.

“Surprised he didn’t have a girl in tow,” Sam whispered to you once you both heard Jake’s bedroom door shut.

You forced out a small laugh, your head still spinning from the pace of everything that had just transpired. “Guess I’ve gotta go home, then, huh?”

He shrugged. “They wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”

Stayed, and…did what, exactly? Jake was here now. If you went up to Sam’s room, sharing a wall with Jake’s, he would know. Did it matter, though? You had the one you really wanted, now – but did you, really? You’d only kissed, after all. There had been no confession, no declaration of anything other than attraction. And you knew you did not have it in you to say it.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you muttered. “Just take me home.”

When you finally collected yourself and stepped out into the night, the frigid air felt refreshing on your flushed skin. He held the door to his car for you, a simple gesture, but one that meant the world to you. His hands gripped the wheel tightly as you stared out the windshield, trying to think of anything to say. Some kind of comment or joke to lighten the unbearable tension in the car.

“So…” he began, clearing his throat. “I’ll be gone for a bit. Next time I’ll see you is New Year’s.”

“Right.”

“We’re still doing the same shit.” He glanced at you, a small smirk on his face. “Not talking.”

You only hummed in agreement, not trusting any of the words that were lined up behind your lips. You could only replay the way Jake’s eyes had harbored a specific type of anger you couldn’t quite put your finger on. And the way he had barely acknowledged your existence.

He pulled the car up to the entrance to the residence hall and threw it in park, slinging an arm over the back of your seat. “I hope I didn’t ruin anything. Like, our friendship.”

You shook your head. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Sorry we were interrupted.”

You leaned yourself a bit closer to him, your elbow resting on the center console. “It’s alright. I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah.” He caught the side of your face in his hand, his fingers trailing through your hair. “I’ll see you soon. And I’ll make up for tonight.”

He kissed you gently, just barely touching his lips to yours. It felt so sweet, and so right, to say goodbye to him this way. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you wished that this moment would never end.

You couldn't get yourself to pull away. You needed to say so many things, but the words simply would not come. It must have been written all over your face, from the way Sam smiled at you and nodded towards the door.

“Go get some sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away from him. “See ya.”

You couldn’t help but watch his car pull away once you were inside the building. It hurt, and you didn’t want him to leave, but you needed this night alone. It all started to wash over you, glimpses of reality hitting you like stray bullets with every step you took back to your dorm. All of that had been real.

The smell of him hung off of your clothes, that sweet incense aroma and whatever cologne he wore. Like he was still following you, even as you collapsed into your bed, not bothering to turn any lights on. This moment was supposed to be a somber one – you'd expected the literal opposite of where you were now. He’d offered to let you sleep in his bed. There was no doubt in your mind that if you’d taken him up on that offer, the two of you would have absolutely–

You brought your hands up to slap the sides of your face, knocking that thought off its tracks. That was far too much to think about right now. All you could seem to focus on was the warmth of his body on yours, the sweet taste of his lips, the soft sounds he had made against your mouth.

So, it had been mutual all along. A part of you was almost angry at him, for keeping it from you. But you were not innocent, yourself, as you'd never made any moves either. It was still unclear if he wanted anything more from you than your body, but even that would be more than enough for you.

It felt like starlight was coursing through your veins, a bright energy racing through all your thoughts. Every color seemed more radiant, every light seemed brighter. When you couldn't get yourself to sleep, and went for a cigarette on the roof, the stars seemed to be shining extra bright. Little points of light you’d never noticed before stuck out to you, and for once, you wished Sam was there beside you to point them out. With any luck, you had just walked through the one door you'd been searching for. And there was no turning back.

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nhstadler · 8 months

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M A G I C

I don’t know why, but these keep coming. I’m in a writing slump but this just works and I wanted to share it with you guys in case some of you might enjoy it. I’ve been writing a sort of post-Hogwarts episodic piece about Seth and James and the gang that includes scenes from the past and their present and I think I will continue this when the OG story is finished (there are only two more chapters and they are all planned out, so it’s happening :) ).

The whole thing is called A CATALOGUE OF US and this would be the very first installment (it's too short to call it a chapter, I guess).

Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Or questions, or hopes, dreams, fears… anything, really. I’d love to hear from you.

The end of summer is always a tragedy.

Because it feels like a small death. Every time. There is a palpable chill that creeps back into the warm, endless nights - slowly, gradually - and then, in the blink of an eye, it’s over.

But when it starts, it’s magic.

I lean my forehead against the window, watching the world pass by as the train speeds through the landscape, lush greens bleeding into purple and blue as we get closer to the coast. There is an older lady across from me, knitting a neon green pair of socks. She sometimes looks up and gives me a smile and I smile back.

Tiredness is creeping back in. I’ve had three-and-a-half coffees already, but I’ve been awake for fifteen hours. Fifteen hours I spent mostly on aeroplanes and trains, trying to get back home. And maybe it’s the caffeine overdose, but it feels strange, somehow. Because it’s been almost a year and everything should look different, but it doesn’t. It all still looks the same; the soft hills and the harsh cliffs and the wild heather that crawls along the edges, barely swaying in the wind.

I sometimes wish I wouldn’t remember it all so well.

…

...

Rain is drumming on the window, blurring the view of the platform. There’s a sea of umbrellas that are nothing more than colourful smudges behind the glass and I let myself sink back into the seat, my hair chafing against the velvet backrest.

The whistle blows once - a warning for those who still haven’t boarded the train - and I feel a strange sort of wistfulness at hearing the familiar sound. Like I’m mourning something that hasn’t happened yet. But this was always going to be difficult. Even without him.

“Oi!” There’s a sharp knock on the window and Katie yells out in shock, her elbow knocking into my side as she spills half of her magazines on the compartment floor.

“Open the window, Woodley!” James’s voice is muffled through the glass. He’s trying to prise open the metal ledge from the outside and I stumble over Sam’s legs as I pull down the top part as far as it will go.

The smell of rain floods the compartment and the air feels heavy. He’s completely drenched, smiling his most adorable dimpled smile, and I wonder if I will ever get used to this; to James Potter looking at me like this. We had all summer. We had midnight talks and sun-drenched mornings and slow, salty kisses. And yet, when he smiles at me, my knees feel too soft and my heartbeat too fast.

“What are you doing?”

“He’s breaking my back!” Freddie shouts from somewhere below the window and I lean out a little to see him standing next to the train. His hair is plastered to his head and his hands are wrapped around James who is sitting on his shoulders.

“Did you think I’d let you go without saying goodbye?” James is still grinning as he dips his head, bracing his arms on the window frame. Strands of wet hair are sticking to his forehead, looking almost black, but the gold in his eyes gleams and my stomach swoops.

“But, we already said goodbye.”

He laughs - a small, secret, dirty laugh that makes my blush crawl to the tip of my nose. “Yeah, but your parents were watching.”

He’s so much trouble.

And so charming.

The whistle blows again, longer, more urgently, and I want to climb out through the window and into his arms. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m going to hurt myself,” Freddie mutters, loud enough for us to hear, but James ignores him and leans in more, across the gap.

“I’m going to miss you, Woodley.” His voice is low and rough, like it was that night at his grandparents’ house when he snuck into my room. His hand slides to the back of my neck and I can feel the press of each finger against my skin. “A lot.”

He kisses me between the train and the platform. He kisses me like the whistle isn’t blowing, like it isn’t pouring, like no one is watching. Like we have forever.

“I’ll see you soon, OK?” He whispers the words against my lips and I nod because my throat feels tight and sore.

Water is dripping from my nose.

I think I’m crying.

The train is pulling away and James lets go as Freddie stumbles backwards. We’re picking up speed too fast, too suddenly, and there’s so much I didn’t say.

Like ‘I will miss you too’.

Like ‘please don’t fall in love with someone else’.

“Seth!” Katie gasps as I recklessly lean out the window like she thinks I might jump. I can feel her hand fisting in the hem of my jumper, pulling me back. Hard rain is pelting my face as I watch James follow the train to the edge of the platform. I watch him until he is nothing but a small, blurry dot in the distance and I think about the way he looked at me that night in the Burrow; when it was also raining and we were lying next to each other in that tiny bed, whispering underneath the blanket so no one would hear us.

…

...

The train rattles and I wake with a start. My mouth feels fuzzy and tastes like old coffee and I’m so disoriented that it takes me a moment to realise that we aren’t moving anymore. We have pulled into a station and the conductor is standing on the platform, having a smoke.

Across from me, the old lady is gone and her neon green socks are lying in my lap. I look at them for a moment and my throat closes off. I’m tearing up at a pair of slightly lumpy socks and I don’t know why.

It’s a hassle to collect all of the bits and pieces of my luggage. I’ve accumulated three random plastic bags since I left Boston, filled equal parts with food and rubbish, and I cram the socks into one of them. My backpack has a weird shape from all the airport impulse purchases and my suitcase is too big, but I fight my way through the narrow exit, consequences be damned. And then, I see her.

Katie’s hair looks brighter in the pale evening glow - more red than brown - and my heart feels heavy and light at the same time. There are sequins on her headband and they sparkle, even though the sky is cloudy. She’s pure light.

I drop everything at once - the plastic bags and the backpack and the suitcase that is definitely dented now. We’re both screaming, our voices hollering across the empty platform as we fall into each other’s arms, swaying back and forth like a pair of drunk idiots.

“Oh my god!” Katie shouts into my ear and her hands grab my arms, pushing me away and pulling me into her all at once. Her nose is pierced, which I knew, but I’ve never seen it in person. I wasn’t there when she got it. I didn’t hold her hand and grimace when the needle went through. “You look like hell. Still gorgeous but also like hell.”

She’s grinning. I am too.

“Trust me,” I push my hair back behind my ears in an attempt to tame the greasy frizz halo that I’ve involuntarily cultivated over the past hours, “hell has nothing on overseas air travel.”

“Why didn’t you apply for a portkey?”

“I did,” I say, bending down to pick up my backpack again, feeling the weight of it. “Unfortunately, I’m not famous or rich enough.”

“Excuse me?” Katie has grabbed all of my sad plastic bags like they are serious pieces of luggage, her eyebrows raised as she looks at me. “You’re a fucking Woodley.”

“That’s what I said!” I sling my arm around her shoulder and she wraps hers around my back, pulling me into her despite the fact that I probably smell like lemongrass armpit sweat, and I can feel it sink in. That feeling you get around certain people, no matter how long you are apart.

Like coming home.

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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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It Will Come Back

Fandom: Wednesday (2022) Summary: There's something lurking in the woods outside of Nevermore. Something that drips with bloodlust and hurt. Warnings: Taxidermy, hunting, animal death, violent/possessive sex, underage sex, minor unhealthy behaviors, and canon-typical gore Word Count: 6,353 Ship(s): Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin

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A/N: So I had this idea sneak up and attack me during the middle of the night and then spent the next several days bothering all my mutuals about it while I wrote it. I edited this during the last couple of days that I had The Plague so there's a chance that I missed some things. If you liked this fic and want to talk to me about it (once you've finished reading it of course), send me an ask ! I hope that you all enjoy. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

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You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to look at it, look at it like that

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to talk to it, talk to it like that

Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul

Honey, make this easy

Leave it to the land, this is what it knows

Honey, that's how it sleeps

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, it will come back

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The first time that she saw it, she was in Xavier’s art shed. He had a portion of it covered in a tarp just for her so that she could do her strange little rituals without scraping any of the lacquer on the floor, just as he had done for himself. He got painters fabric, thick waterproof stuff that didn’t matter if he dropped even an entire bottle of paint on it, and she got the tarp so that it was easy to dispose of. She really enjoyed the fact that her childhood friend had made a space for her within the space that he had carved out for himself, not that she would ever tell him that.

Night was beginning to creep closer and closer to its apex the longer that she was out there, the cool chill of midnight leaking through the cracked windows and half-open door. The only reason that she was out in the art shed was because when she had come back to class, Casper Shepherd and Echo Finnigan had been in her room with Enid, giggling about something inane so loudly she knew she wasn’t going to get anything done.

Wednesday was pissed that she had to put aside her writing time for the night as her typewriter was going to be far too heavy for her to lift on her own. She decided that if she wasn’t going to be able to flex her mind creatively through dissociating into the world that she had created for Viper, then she was going to do it somehow. So she had decided to work with the taxidermy kit that her parents had left her for her birthday.

That had been a terrifyingly dreadful event that was only saved because Xavier had known her since they were six. That meant that he assured her birthday was spent in almost total solitude, keeping Enid out of their dorm until eleven o’clock at night. Afterwards he let her back in and Wednesday endured an hour of socializing with the friends that Enid had been able to convince to try and give Wednesday a surprise party.

She had gotten a myriad of little gifts for her birthday, but the ones that her parents had left with her after Parents Weekend was her favorite. Enid wouldn't let her do it in the dorm room because she felt faint at the sight of blood and taxidermy wasn't usually a clean hobby, so it was probably a good thing she was doing it out in the shed. She enjoyed the feeling of night anyway, the creeping dread that the shadows on the walls were inches from reaching out and returning her to death. She also got to feed the innards of the mice she was working on to the local owls, who were far more fun to toy around with than the intelligent corvids that followed her around during the day.

She let the feeling and sounds of night lull her into a near-dream state where all she could focus on was the chemicals and sawdust that went into making her newest creation. She wasn't like the woman that made the stuffed squirrel and mouse figures sold in the shop in town, but she did think that it was imperative to have physical crafting hobbies and nothing was better than taxidermy for that.

She had been up for most of the night when she heard some scuffling from the slightly open door. It was only then that she realized how late she had been working. She was going to be so deliciously miserable tomorrow, she could already feel the exhaustion settling into her bones.

Wednesday knew that whatever was at the door was one of the critters that she had been feeding. She didn't want the unused part of her craft to sit there and rot, especially when giving it to the local wildlife meant that she kept the ecosystem flowing even though she was killing a large amount of the prey animals for her practice. Owls were her favorite to feed the mice and voles to, but sometimes foxes came and asked her for something. Her favorite fox was one that looked like it would shiv her if it had thumbs, scruffy and clearly recovering from mange.

They could wait for the time being, though. She wasn't quite finished with her last vole of the night and she wanted to get it done before her hands were stained with blood again.

Wednesday tried focusing on the task in front of her, ignoring the sound of leaves being crunched as whatever critter was outside stomped on them. She did follow the sounds as it circled the shed once, twice, three times before it stopped once more at the door.

The steps sounded heavy whenever they hit the ground. It rattled the very earth just enough that she could tell where it was stepping because of the way that the poorly installed windows rattled noisily. When it reached the doorway she took a deep breath in, in the hopes that she would be able to pick up on some kind of clue as to what it was. Foxes smelled like thick, rich earth and the oils that prevented them from getting hurt in the snowy months. Skunks smelled like their spray, very faintly but distinctly enough that it overwhelmed all other scents that they might have.

There was nothing coming from this creature, though. She could faintly smell the coppery iron of the blood from the bag of guts next to her but the only other thing was the remnants of Xavier's aftershave. Whatever he had switched to was far stronger than his old stuff, so Wednesday made a note to ask him to switch back as soon as possible.

She rose, now curious. She walked to the door and then placed her hand flat against it before she pushed it open to reveal whatever it was that her gifts to nature had summoned. Her fingers loosened on the bag full of viscera for just a moment as she took in the sight in front of her.

She had been expecting a bear or even a wolf. The silent yet heavy way that it moved had made her inclined to believe that it was a predator. What she found was leaning towards that assumption but still so unique and knew that it actually managed to surprise her.

A monster had found her, a kind that she had never heard stories about or seen before. It was about the same height as the shed, or it would be if it stood to its full height instead of hunching as it was. The skin was a sickly shade of gray that was stretched over the bones so tightly that it looked painful. The monster's limbs were gangly and disproportionate to its body, with the arms hanging long below where they should have been. Its claws were massive, almost as long as its palm. The face was almost human but had large yellow bug eyes and a maw full of sharp, serrated teeth. It was completely in the nude, shivering from the night air as the only thing keeping it insulated was the wiry brown hairs springing from its shoulders and down its back.

It didn't do anything, just hunched over while staring at Wednesday. She couldn't really blame it, even though she hated it when people stared at her like she was somehow stranger than they were. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the monster either.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. A creature such as this had to have some kind of master, a being watching over it to make sure that it didn't kill enough civilians to make people antsy. Even the werewolves generally found people to watch them in the forms of their packs (though that was usually to distract themselves rather than to have a proper watcher).

The monster gave a soft wuffling sound in the back of its throat and inched towards her.

Wednesday cocked her head to the side as she tried to figure out what it wanted from her. She had encountered every type of person in her two years at Nevermore and life amongst the Addams, yet this creature intrigued her more than anything had before. She took a small step toward, clenching her hand a bit tighter around the bag of guts and muscle as it threatened to slip from her long, skilled fingers.

That caught the monster's attention. Wednesday noted how immediately brilliant he seemed to be. She hadn't seen that much intelligence in a creature since she had come to Nevermore. About half of that could be blamed on the fact that she was surrounded with underdeveloped, hormone fueled teenagers, but it was disgruntling nonetheless.

"What? This?" she asked as she brought the nearly dripping bag up in front of her. She had gotten so lost in her work that she had done far more than she usually did, which meant that the waterproof canvas of the bag was being tested.

The monster followed the path of the bag with its eyes. Curious.

"I usually reserve this for my owls and foxes," Wednesday informed it in a rather clipped tone. She blew out a small breath and then tossed the bag so that it slid open in front of the beast. Guts, bones, and muscles slid out of it and into the dirt.

The monster tracked the bag with a sickening accuracy. It stared at the viscera for a moment longer before it turned back to her.

Wednesday crossed her arms in front of her as she met the sallow yellow of its eyes. "Well?" she asked, gesturing with her head over to the bag.

The creature immediately lurched towards the mess in the dirt. There wasn't a lot of food there for a beast of its size. The monster had to pick up the tiny mouse remains with only two of its claws before it could bring the meat and guts to its mouth. She longed to feed it something bigger, something that it had to gnaw at with those terrifyingly large teeth instead of just swallowing it.

She didn’t have anything that she could use for that in this current moment, though, so she just settled on watching all the remnants of her crafts slide down the beast’s throat. It was beautiful to watch the way that it would hunch over the viscera while grabbing the newest bit that it wanted to eat. She could hear the snapping and crunching that came with every bite that it gave the bones and the sickly wet noises that the blood made as it dribbled down the monster’s face.

When it had finished, it turned around so that it was facing her. She raised an eyebrow at it. “I gave you a meal, what do you want from me now? I have nothing else to give you. That was the last of the mice that I can catch this week.”

She was going to be busy with classes and the clubs that she had been forced to join when she had first showed up to the school. It had been a good idea of her parents to enroll her in Nevermore instead of letting her go to a public school where all the adults would be too worn out to try and stop her from getting up to mischief. Wednesday was of the opinion that the principal of the private outcast school was overcorrecting just a little bit, however. She was forced to socialize and join several clubs even in her freshman year before she had gotten up to anything that might be frowned upon. Just to stick it to Weems and her overbearing nature, though, Wednesday made sure that she still wrecked havoc whenever she could.

The monster leaned forward, closer and closer to her until she could feel its breath on her hair. She supposed that was the point, as the great beast took in a couple of deep breaths before it turned and loped back into the forest.

She had just allowed a monster, one that she didn’t even know the type of let alone the name, scent her like she was a dog. She was marked by it, especially now that she had given it the attention that it so obviously wasn’t getting from whatever master that it had.

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You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to smile at me, smile at me like that

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to hold me just, hold me just like that

I know who I am when I'm alone

I'm something else when I see you

You don't understand, you should never know

How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

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It wasn’t often that Wednesday let her friends drag her into town, but when Enid was particularly good for a day she thought that it was a nice reward. It meant that she got more days where she was permitted to stay sequestered away in their dorm room while working on her novel without interruptions, because that meant that Enid got more time in the cafes and tacky shops of Jericho.

They were trying out somewhere new today since Xavier insisted that the last cafe that they went to had to be cursed or something. That had only intrigued Wednesday to want to go to it more, since she wanted to experiment with the bad luck that they inevitably had whenever they patroned there, but it had freaked Enid out so bad that she refused. Wednesday made a mental note to force her childhood friend to take her into town next week so that she could poke around The Brewed Witch as much as she wanted.

This time, though, they had decided to get their morning coffee before Enid dragged them all over town at a small coffee shop called the Weathervane.

It was nice enough, if not a little too perky for Wednesday’s tastes. The walls were an unoffensive shade, just dark enough that she didn’t feel like she was being suffocated. Most of the staff looked like they had already been to Hell even though they worked in a small coffee shop in an even smaller town and it was only nine o’clock in the morning. She supposed that could have been because it was one of the weekends where Nevermore students were unleashed upon the town.

Suddenly she felt a lot better about being dragged away from her first choice option if it meant that her very existence in a place that wasn’t meant for her was going to be causing other people displeasure.

They walked up to the counter of the cafe and Enid rattled off her order. It was something with way too much sugar and not nearly enough coffee, but after two years of living with the other girl for the majority of the year, Wednesday had learned that it was better that Enid lay off the caffeine. Xavier ordered a plain black coffee and a poppy seed muffin that Enid would end up eating the majority of. Then Wednesday stepped up to the counter so that she could give her order.

She made eye contact with the barista that was serving them and felt a shiver run down her spine.

He was a regular-looking normie, but there was something about him that she couldn’t place. His hair was a flop of caramel-colored curls that hung evenly over his forehead. He had a well proportioned face other than the scowl lines that were being brought forth by the frown he was currently sporting. He was taller than Wednesday with light skin that was covered in a smattering of freckles and moles. His arms seemed just a little bit too long for his body but he was holding them upwards as he wrote down when they were ordering on a pad of paper, so she figured that she just wasn’t seeing it right.

Her eyes flicked down to his nametag and then back up to his face so that she could lock eyes with him again. She desperately wanted to be able to name the emotion that was swimming in the depths of his eyes but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to, even with her massive vocabulary and ease of reading people from afar.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low enough that her friends wouldn’t be able to here. They had already left so that they could find the perfect booth where they could watch people while they ate and talked.

“I’m getting coffee with my friends,” she replied. She would have said something more cutting and abrasive, she didn’t much like it when people questioned her before she even did anything, but something about him made her treat him more tenderly. “Do you have a problem with that, Tyler?”

He glanced down at the nametag hanging off of his apron and then back at her. “No,” he choked out. He forced a smile onto his face as he then asked, “What can I get you?”

Wednesday gave her normal order: a quad over ice with no creamer, milk, or sugar. She watched him as he wrote it down and then slowly turned around so that he could begin making the orders.

She trailed her fingers over the edge of the counter as she walked towards the booth that her friends had chosen. They were talking about one of the classes that they shared but she didn’t have, which allowed her to eavesdrop on the employees cleaning up the table two booths behind them.

“I can’t be put on another shift like this, man,” the first one groaned. “I was working until closing last night with Tyler and now I’m up super early.”

“Shut up. You got to close with Tyler. I had to close with Vivian last week and let me tell you, she does absolutely jack shit. If I was being paid even the slightest bit more then I would report her and get her written up at least,” the second one snorted.

The first one spoke again, their head turning towards the counter where the aforementioned barista was still working, “Getting written up doesn’t do anything. Before whatever the fuck happened last Tuesday, Tyler used to get written up all the time and nothing ever happened.”

There was silence for a moment and all Wednesday could make out was the crumpling of a wrapper and some napkins. “Something did happen to him, didn’t it?” the second employee asked.

“Something had to have happened. Someone doesn’t have a complete change in personality like that overnight. I mean, I used to think that he was going to bite me every time I came behind the back to get another cup or make tea,” the first said. “Something happened and now he’s like… a person.”

“He was a person before. It can’t be easy being the sheriff's son in this town. Not when he hangs out with the mayor’s kid all the time. He probably had to watch his bestie never get in trouble for the same shit that he got slammed down for,” the second said.

“God, Kylie, keep it in your pants. You can’t go crushing on that guy when he had that total one-eighty. What if he goes back to being a dick?” the first employee grumbled.

Usually the implication of a crush or some kind of romantic attraction between anyone was enough to make Wednesday lose her appetite or at least stop paying attention to what was going on around her. She didn’t care for the overexposure of affection that she had gotten from her parents while growing up so she wasn’t going to subject herself to it more now.

The strange thing was, she didn’t feel disgusted or even put off by the implication that Tyler could be romantically involved with one of his coworkers. Instead she just felt angry.

The anger that erupted in her stomach and flushed throughout her veins was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was possessive and verdant green with jealousy. It made the muscles in her legs and back twitch with the anticipation of getting up to protect what was rightfully hers. Her hands clenched in her lap so hard that they left crescent shaped bruises on her palm.

She realized then that there was no reason that she should be thinking like that. She had no say in Tyler’s life or care about what he did with it, she had only just met him.

“Yoohoo, Earth to Wednesday?” Enid asked as she waved her hand in front of the other girl’s face.

Wednesday often got lost in thought, so this interaction was one that they had many times before. She reached up and grabbed Enid’s wrist before she tossed it back over to her. “I’m still here, unfortunately.”

“We tried to talk to you like three times and we got no response,” Enid whined as she cupped her wrist to her chest like the other girl was at all capable of doing damage to her werewolf-enhanced body.

“What were you thinking about?” Xavier asked casually. He was flexing and unflexing his hand over the napkin that he had been doodling on. She knew that he only did that when he was seeing something that had been bothering him in his dreams. Being childhood best friends with him was something of a double edged sword. She knew him better than anyone else, even his now ex-girlfriend Bianca, but at the same time he also knew her more intimately than even her own family did.

She let out a small sigh as she turned her head towards Tyler. “Does he seem off to either of you?”

Enid groaned and placed her forehead down on the table. “Please don’t be stirring up more shit with your weird murder mystery fetish stuff. I just got over the trauma of Laurel shooting Ajax because she turned out to be an anti-outcast normie,” the werewolf pleaded.

Wednesday couldn’t help herself. A smile crept onto her face as she leaned back in the booth. That was a rather fond memory, for her at least.

They didn’t get to continue their conversation as Tyler walked over to their booth with a tray in hand. He set down Xavier’s black coffee and muffin in front of him and then Enid’s horrific concoction of sugar and milk in front of her. He took care removing Wednesday’s quad from the tray as he set it down in front of her, leaving the receipt at the edge of the table.

She turned her head to watch him go, her eyes transfixed on the way that his shoulders and back rippled with every little movement that he made. He was such a curious person, so almost wrong while still being wholly and completely normal.

“Weds,” Xavier kicked at her leg under the table to get her attention. She responded by stomping on his foot and he just rolled his eyes at her for it. “He didn’t charge you for your quad. That shit is usually just as expensive as Enid’s garbage.”

“Strange,” Wednesday commented as she took the receipt from him to check it over. She did the math in her head, her eyes flickering every so often to the pricing on the menu hanging behind the counter, and it was true. For some reason, Tyler had charged everyone but her for their drinks. He didn’t even tack on the price of her coffee to the other three things that they had purchased.

“Maybe he likes you,” Enid squealed excitedly. She was practically vibrating in her seat as she said it and Wednesday just rolled her eyes. Enid had been obsessed with the idea of relationships and romance since the two of them had first met when they were fourteen. At first, Wednesday had found it to be the second most grating fact about her, directly following her obsession with color.

The day followed in its strange pattern, because for some reason, Wednesday didn’t find the idea of Tyler liking her romantically as disgusting as it should have been.

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It can't be unlearned

I've known the warmth of your doorways

Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

Oh, please, give me mercy no more

That's a kindness you can't afford

I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born

You'll hear me howling outside your door

Don't you hear me howling, babe?

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The idea of romance was disgusting to her. How could it not be, after she had to watch her parents interact with each other every time they were in the same room together? She did care for her family, she treasured them in the place where her heart should have been. She just hated the way that her parents seemed to be magnetically pulled together.

It hadn’t gotten any more appealing even after she got some space away from them. Enid adored the cheesy romance novels that shops usually kept away from the front of the store in fear of scaring away their customers. She had a very specific idea of what romance and romantic relationships had to be and also refused to shut up about it. When she had been vying for Ajax’s attention, Wednesday had been about four whining sentences about how he hadn’t asked Enid out yet from throwing herself out of the window.

When she came out to Xavier’s art shed so that she could work on taxidermying something new, though, the idea of romance was illuminated with a completely new light for her.

She found a perfectly killed deer laying on the doorstep to the shed. It hadn’t been shot, none of the small bullet holes from the buck shot were present on the hide. The only thing that she was able to identify as a cause of death was the slash along the abdomen, right where she would have had to cut the skin to work with it anyway.

She immediately dragged the carcass into the shed so that she could work with it. Xavier had left early so that he could spend some time with the Nightshades and Enid was out in town with Ajax, so Wednesday knew that she was going to be left alone as she got her work done.

The night crept further and further on as she allowed herself to be consumed by the project that she had laid out in front of her. The meat, bones, and guts from the deer lay beside her, limp and useless now that she had the skin removed and hanging to dry. It was going to take a lot longer than it would have if it was a smaller animal, but she had never had the opportunity to work with anything this large.

The moment that she had finished getting everything prepped for the next stage as much as she could, she heard the now-familiar wuffling. The monster had come to visit her several more times since the first night that she had fed it. She enjoyed when it came back, more than she probably should have.

It was a terrifying beast and despite all of the time and energy that she had put into researching what it was so that she could better accommodate it, she had been able to find hide nor hair of what it might be. That drove her forward more than anything else had before in her life. She had the chance to research a new species, to dissect it and study it until she was able to write her own book about it.

She also enjoyed the attention that it gave her whenever it came to visit. It would sit patiently by the door and then refuse to go to the bag of viscera that she now always saved for it until she permitted it to do so. She enjoyed the loyalty and obedience more than she knew that she could enjoy anything.

She grasped the two legs of the buck that she was able to and then began to drag it towards the doorway. She knew that Xavier was going to be upset about the fact that she had smeared blood all over the floor, but there was very little she could do about that now. Her monster was more important to her than her friend’s feelings, especially when she knew that he would get over it quickly enough.

She dropped the deer down to the ground and then opened the door so that she could see her monster.

It was standing there, hunched over and sniffing at the air like it always did when it came to be fed. The last couple of times that it had visited her it had also let her thread her fingers through its hair and brush over the fur that lined down its shoulders and back.

The creature was holding itself as if something was wrong, though. Wednesday immediately wanted to soothe any anxieties or worries that it might be having but she also knew that if she got to close then there was a chance that it could take her hand off. She wouldn’t mind if it attacked her, she might even think that it was fun, but she needed both of her hands to finish her novel.

“What’s the matter with you?” she asked.

That snapped the creature out of whatever it had been thinking about. She watched as it stood up to its full height, something that it had never done around her before. She watched, completely transfixed, as the body of her creature began to shrink down.

By the time that the height finished decreasing, it was still much taller than her but not nearly as tall as the monster had been. The skin that had stretched over bones too big for its own frame began to turn into a milky white, covered in moles and freckles. The massive claws changed so that they were eerily long fingers. The teeth reduced down so that they fit back inside of its mouth. The wispy, wiry fur reduced down so that it was a mop of caramel colors. The yellow, bulging eyes turned so that they were smaller and hazel.

“Tyler,” Wednesday breathed, so low that she was sure he hadn’t been able to hear her.

He took a step forward, both of them ignoring the fact that he was completely naked. He reached his hand up to the side of her face and leaned forward so that they were a few inches apart from each other. “Did you appreciate the gift that I left you?”

She smirked. She knew that there had been something off about him when she had met him for the first time in the Weathervane. She had let Xavier and Enid talk her out of it since neither of them wanted to deal with her being obsessed with some mystery and drag them into it again. She had dropped it in favor of focusing on her book and digging more into what her parents had done when they were attending Nevermore.

She had just watched Tyler change from her monster back into his human form, though, which was all the confirmation that she needed to know that he was just as strange as she had thought he was.

She smirked as she leaned into the touch of his hand. “I did. I brought the carcass out for you to have, but I don’t think that this version of your body would appreciate it very much.”

“I have some other plans for what I want to do tonight,” Tyler whispered as he leaned a bit closer to her.

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Don't you hear me howling, babe?

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She surged forward before he had the chance to. He had come to her and basically made her his master (though she’d have to check and make sure that there was no one else in his life that had the kind of relationship that they did). She wasn’t going to let him think that he could take the lead just because he had brought her something that she enjoyed. She was still the one in control here and she was going to remind him of that as often as she could.

Their lips connected together like they had been made by the gods for one another. They only pressed together in a kiss for a moment before tongues and teeth joined in the mix, biting and licking into each other’s mouths like they were trying to eat each other’s souls.

She was happy with this, more than she ever thought that she would be based on how she had considered romantic and sexual relationships up to this point. Arousal furled in her gut the longer that they continued to pull at each other. She could also feel Tyler’s cock growing hard against her leg, a siren song and a promise all at once.

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Don't you hear me howling, babe?

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He pushed her up against the side of the barn wall. His long fingers wove through her dark hair, something that she had never let someone do before. He wrenched her head to the side and then began to bite and nip at the skin on her neck.

She could already feel the slow heartbeat that usually fluttered in her chest moving so that it was fueling the bruise that was beginning to form on her skin from his ministrations.

She threw her head back against the wall and let out a moan to tell him that she wanted him to keep going. Her hands were roaming over his back and neck before she finally settled on tugging at his curls as well.

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Don't you hear me howling?

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She began to pull at her clothes while he was busy. She busted several of the buttons on her art shirt, which was annoying since she was going to have to sew them back on but she didn’t mind at the moment. She pushed the shirt off and down onto the dirt beneath them. Her bra came off a moment later, and she only realized that Tyler had used his claw when she felt the blood dripping down her back.

She groaned as she rocked her hips upward to let him know that she wanted him to go faster. He continued to work on her neck like he had before. He moved down to her chest and collarbones a moment later. Tyler bit at the skin as much as he sucked hickies onto it, being non-discriminatory when it came to what kind of marks he was leaving on her as long as he was leaving some.

The only time that he stopped worshiping her skin was so that he could pull down the skirt and panties that had remained untouched up to that point. She was left bare and naked while the world around her bit at her skin. The prickling pain on her back from where he had gotten her earlier mixed with the ache her skin immediately felt when the cold air snapped onto her.

Wednesday knew that the air was affecting her more than it usually was because of the flush that her normally dead and tacky skin was taking on. She was hornier than she thought possible for one single person to be. She wanted so desperately for him to fuck her already, but he insisted on marking her up for a time being first.

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Don't you hear me howling?

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When he finally slipped inside of her, she felt like her entire body was burning in the best way possible. She remembered the jealousy that she had felt overhearing one of his coworkers hitting on him behind his back. She groaned and smirked as she knew that none of them were able to have this side of Tyler. This was only for her, and it would also only ever be for her.

She scratched at his back with her nails so that he was just as marked up as she was. Wednesday could feel the way that he was twitching inside of her every time that she moaned a certain way or caught part of his hair in her nails.

They bucked and moved against each other, his thick cock sliding in and out of her every time that he moved his hips. They were drowning in a sea of pleasure and possessiveness, both of them coming to the apex of their interaction. He lowered her down onto the pile of clothing that she had dumped while scrambling to get him into her.

“You’re mine, Tyler. I’m going to come and visit you and we’re going to talk about this,” Wednesday said as she looked up at him menacingly. Her body was aching in the best was possible, she could get addicted to this.

“Is that a promise?” he asked with a small smirk. She could already see the way that his height was increasing and his skin was turning ashy as he shifted again.

“It’s a threat.”

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Don't you hear me howling, babe?

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A smile crept over her normally stoic features as she heard the sound of her monster howling into the night.

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Fyodor’s Tool (PT 1)

Warnings: Angst, blood and some yelling. FUTURE PARTS HAVE FLUFF/SMUT Fyodor x Reader

The silence within the base was occasionally interrupted with the fortissimo of the cello that your captor had played while waiting for his plans to fall into place. For being a prisoner, you were treated quite well. You weren’t held in any room with any chains, you were given meals at his dining table, tended to by the butlers. Hell, you were just in a hot bath! However, you felt, and knew, that you were being watched 24/7. It’s been a week since you were captured by Fyodor. You’ve seen little of him, and were a bit too afraid to talk to him. He didn’t even tell you why you were here.

Today it seemed different. The air was calm, filled with the cello. A peaceful blanket of sound overwhelmed you. He wasn’t couped up in his computer room like he usually is, stalking every camera in the city. You had only sneaked in there once when you first came here.

With this calm presence, you felt a bit too overconfident with yourself. You walked into the purple ambient room which Fyodor was playing, his back to you as he gracefully and swiftly moved his hands. You approached in silence with caution.

You were about 5 feet away when he stopped abruptly, a smile creeping from the side of his face. Without turning, he said to you “Hello, y/n”

His thick accent had startled you. All of the confidence you once had faded away.

“Is there something you needed?” He still faces the opposite of your face.

“uhm... yeah.” You started to speak, trying to catch hold of the confidence you had to approach this man.

As you took a breath, he turned and stood up, placing his cello against the chair. Fyodor’s purple eyes pierced into you, sending cold chills. But at the same time, a certain warmth you craved. His eyes were so intimate, his hair gently framing them.

“Why am I here? Why are you keeping me here? What do you want with me?” You spat these questions out so fast, to the brink of tears. You’ve been so afraid, after everything you’ve heard of this man.

Fyodor chuckled. “I’m sorry my dear. I should have talked to you sooner, I just thought I would give you some time to... settle in.”

“What do you mean, settle in? I don’t live here.”

There was a moment of silence as the dark haired man looked at you. “I took you here for protection.”

What? How would this be protection?

He continued, “You have a certain ability. One I’m sure you’re aware of. I’m in need of it, and there was a certain bounty on your head.”

How could that be true? Your ability was just weird happenstance dreams.

“What could you use my ability for? It’s completely useless unless you want to know if someone is going to get hit by a car or if your ice cream is going to fall over tomorrow.”

His eyes glimmered. “So you don’t know how to control your ability? You really have no idea?” he looks to the ground, the smirk still lingers on his face as he shakes his head. “A shame.”

“There’s much more to your ability than you are aware of. It’s called precognition. It does allow you to catch glimpses into the future, and perceive certain events to come, but there are ways to strength that and twist it. I need those visions to help me...” He takes a breath as he catches your eyes again, “to find a book.”

“A book?” Forgetting your place, you almost burst out with laughter. “Can’t you just go to a library?”

His purple eyes glinted with a hint of red.

“You silly, foolish girl.” He chuckled. “You’re lucky I kept you alive. I should have simply let those mafia members take you and sell you to whatever pervert or killer had the highest price, and let them dissect your brain.”

There was such a sternness in his voice that overpowered any yelling you’ve heard before. Fyodor was terrifying. With two long strides he was inches away from your face. Towering above you, he griped your throat with his cold, slender hands. Slamming you into the nearest wall, he bared his teeth at you with a grin.

“You’ve got nothing to gain nor lose. Don’t take to me like some fool, I’m far greater than you’d imagine. And I’ve heard you’ve got quite the intelligent mind, so don’t throw yourself away acting like a belligerent jester.”

As he took his hand off your throat, he straightened the collar of your shirt. A contradicting action to what he had previously done.

And with that he walked away, showing no hint of furthering the conversation.

While you knew little of this man, you understood his devotion to his mission. If he became that upset over your joke, this must be serious to him. You told yourself that you would help him in whatever he was searching for, and then continue your life as you left it.

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SORRY GUYS! The first part is so slow its just introducing the setting and everything SORRY! Next part is going to have more fluff and action.

#fyodor x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #fyodor fluff #fyodor x y/n #fanfiction

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selfcare-or-procrastination · 2 years

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Sometimes All I Think About is You | Charles Leclerc x Reader

I asked whether to post this or a Daniel smut first and Charles won so here it is. This was a dream I had so hope you like it because I did.

Summary: Charles gets his first day off in months and you spend it doing all the things you don’t usually get time to do.

Warnings: minimal alcohol consumption, apart from that it’s pure unadulterated fluff. Some people might say soppy but imo they would be wrong.

Words: 1.7k

It’s Charles’s first day off tomorrow for weeks. He has a free evening and neither of you have any plans for tomorrow. You just want to spend time together, in your own home, doing normal couple things.

“I want to do all the things people do in films when they’re in relationships,” Charles insists when you ask him if he’d like to do anything this evening.

“Umm like what?” you say, unsure what he means.

“I want to play a board game, with snacks and wine and I wanna do it in our comfy clothes and take a bath together and go to bed and talk late into the night and not have to set an alarm for tomorrow,” he rambles.

He has been thinking about this day off for weeks, everything he wants the two of you to do to make it the perfect day of just doing nothing.

“I like the sound of all of that,” you smile, “do want to start with comfy clothes?”

He nods and leans in to kiss you. It’s gentle, there’s no urgency to it. As if you’ve both got all the time in the world to just be here, together.

You go upstairs and grab out your favourite shirt that Charles used to wear. You claimed it at the start of your relationship for sleeping in and you’ve washed it so many times the fabric is soft and faded. You change into the shirt that finishes half way down your thighs and pull on some fluffy socks, a necessity for a cosy night in. It’s a warm evening but you feel like you will be just the right temperature.

Charles changes into some grey tracksuit bottoms and takes off his t-shirt. He’s in his own home so if he wants to chill out without a t-shirt then he will.

“Okay, next on the list, wine and snacks,” you smile at him, ready to head down to the kitchen.

Charles walks towards you and places his hands on your waist, pulling you in towards him.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers sincerely, kissing you again.

A blush creeps up your cheeks. Charles has called you beautiful plenty of times before but the way he is looking at you and the way he said it makes it feel more truthful than ever before.

He takes your hand and leads you down the stairs and into the kitchen. You start looking through the fridge and cupboards for some snacks you can put together and a bottle of wine. Charles walks into the next room, while you look.

“Baby, please tell me we have some board games somewhere,” he shouts back, opening and closing cupboards.

You walk into the living room with the wine and two glasses.

“To be honest babe we aren’t home enough to have many. I think we might have an old scrabble set somewhere?” you place the glasses on the table and head to the cupboard you think it was in.

“Ah I’ve seen scrabble in the movies, perfect,” he smiles as you pass him the box.

You pop back into the kitchen to grab the snacks.

“Okay I found chips and dip and popcorn,” you say, as you put them down as well.

“I wanna sit on the floor with blankets, do we have blankets,” Charles says, you can hear the innocent excitement in his voice.

You smile at him. You love the thought that he’s put into this evening. You go over to a basket in the corner and pull out a couple of rolled up blankets and spread them on the floor. Charles pours you both a glass of wine and you sit on the floor to set up the game.

An hour or so passes and you are easily winning the scrabble.

“J-O-U-S-T-E-D, jousted” you place each letter down on the board.

“Mon amour I don’t even know what that means,” Charles sighs, “next time we play this I think we play in French and then maybe I win.”

You laugh knowing it wasn’t exactly a fair game.

“Do you want to go do something else?” you suggest, if you don’t finish then technically he won’t lose.

“A bath,” he suggests and you nod in response.

You head back upstairs and turn on the taps, pushing the plug in and leaving it to fill with warm water.

Charles puts your glasses on the side of the bath and you see his eyes light up with more ideas of what he wants to do.

“Can we have bubbles? And candles, do we have candles?” he asks looking at you expectantly.

“You definitely don’t spend enough time at home, you don’t know half the stuff we own,” you laugh, pouring some bubble bath under the running water.

“Maybe but also you tidy things away and I’m a man so I don’t look for them,” he shrugs as you point him to a drawer with some new candles in.

He grabs a couple out the drawer and places them around the bathroom. He lights them and a gentle flickering glow fills the room. You turn off the taps as the bath fills up. You take off your shirt and socks and tie your hair up out the way to stop it getting wet.

Charles is already in the bath by the time you’ve sorted out your hair. You step in carefully and sit yourself between his legs leaning back against him. You sigh deeply as the warm water surrounds you.

“This is perfect Charles, I couldn’t have imagined a better evening,” you say, closing your eyes as your head rests on his shoulder.

“T’es l’amour de ma vie,” (you are the love of my life) he whispers, kissing behind your ear.

“I love you,” your head tilts so he can press more kisses to your neck.

There are plenty of times when you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each other as you sit there with your naked bodies pressed together but there’s no urgency today. The rare promise of a whole day together tomorrow uninterrupted means there’s plenty of time for sex later. It allows you both to just be in the here and now and not rush anything, just enjoying the moment. You don’t get this chance often so you both want to remember every second.

You both sit there, quietly relaxed. You have moments of quiet, moments of soft kisses, sips of wine and a few little conversations but nothing too serious. It’s peaceful and you’re happy. As the bath water starts to turn cold, Charles reaches across to get you a towel and holds your hand as you step out of the bath. Charles gets out too and even though you’ve got your own, he wraps you in his towel, laughing as he kisses the top of your head.

“What’s the time,” you ask, unsure of how long you’ve been sat there.

“11:15pm,” Charles checks his phone that’s on the side.

You thought it must be getting late as you felt tired.

“Bed?” you ask as Charles nods.

You both dry yourselves off and crawl under the covers. You pull them up to your neck, the cool evening air after your bath making you feel chilly.

You both lay there on your sides, facing each other as Charles rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“We don’t have to get up tomorrow, we can just talk until we fall asleep,” Charles says contentedly.

“We can, what do you want to talk about,” you ask, shuffling closer to him.

“Not work, that’s off limits,” Charles goes quiet while he thinks, “what do you see when you think about the future?”

“Well I know you just said no work, but I see you being world champion,” you say smiling, “I can picture the trophy in your office downstairs and I’d go and look at it when you’re away and I miss you, you know as like I reminder why we are apart. I think about where we would live. Maybe getting a house with a garden, a bit further out of town. Room for children perhaps. I’d like 3 I think and you could take them go karting and I’d make a picnic to take. I don’t know that kind of thing I guess.”

“When I see me being world champion I picture you in the crowd and you’re all I can see. I can’t imagine you not being there. I’d want to marry you before we have kids, I think I would like to be traditional. I would get us a big house in the countryside, still in Monaco so they can grow up where I did. And a dog, I want us to get a dog as soon as we can so you have someone to cuddle when I’m away. Then I think, two boys and a girl. I’d teach them all how to go kart and I would spoil our daughter rotten. And then at some point I’d like to wake up beside you every day and not to have to spend time away from you anymore. I want every day to be like this one,” he sighs.

“I’d like that too, but we’ve got our whole lives to have more days like this. There’s stuff you’ve got to achieve first and I’ll be here for all of it. Also big yes to the dog, I can already imagine pictures of you and a little puppy. It would 100% be the wallpaper on my phone.”

“I have a ring,” Charles blurts out.

“Wh-what,” you stutter.

“I’m sorry, I’m not good with secrets but you know I want to be with you forever. I bought a ring a few months back. When I propose will still be a surprise, I don’t want to ruin all of it. But I have one and I’ve thought about it.”

The words almost bring tears to your eyes. Most people wouldn’t want to know, to have the whole thing be a surprise. But knowing he has one and is just waiting for the right moment fills you with a sense of security that just makes you downright happy.

“I think if I had to live one day over and over again for the rest of my life, it would be this one,” you say, leaning forward to kiss him.

“Me too, mon amour, me too.”

a/n: if you would like to be tagged in any future posts, you can comment here. Thank you for reading ❤️

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rose-and-lemongrass · 6 months

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Okay I'm trying to be chill about the fact my computers busted and I can't edit sooo here's my favorite horror films I watched in 2023!! So far, at least, I'll update if I find some more great ones in the next month. These are in no particular order.

Talk To Me (2023) LOVED IT. I was genuinely really really stressed while watching it. Honestly give me a character I like and put them through the ringer and I will be invested. I REALLY wanted Riley to make it. I know some people don't like the end but I did. It's a very existential and depressing ending but I thought it was fitting.

Sissy (2022) This is a super super underrated movie. Barely any discussion of it all online. I thought it was incredible; it perfectly nailed what it feels like to be in a social situation you know you don't belong in. I felt called out several times. Cecilia is a really fascinating character too, and I loved the social media aspect.

Creep 2 (2017) I couldn't believe how into this movie I was. It's basically just two really weird characters manipulating each other (with one being way way way more successful than the other) and it's so wild to watch. I liked the first Creep but the relationship here was so fascinating. I almost feel like this movie would have been better as a standalone bc we as the audience know that Aaron is a serial killer. It would be fascinating to be like Sara and not know for sure. Either way though, I loved it, I hope they make a third one.

Terrifier 2 (2022) Dude I LOVED this movie!! Controversial opinion maybe but I thought it was fantastic. Sienna is such an amazing character, Art the Clown was on his A game. I weirdly resonated with the family stuff (i got emotional at points) The special effects were great. I know it has a reputation. And it has earned that reputation. I have found no one I can comfortably show this movie to that I trust isn't going to be horribly traumatized. Which sucks bc when I saw this in theaters I got like. Sexually harassed. And I dont want it to happen when I see the third one. I wish I had a buddy I could take. But regardless every time I watch it I have a blast, and I really wanna make a video discussing this series soon bc I have so many thoughts!!

Halloween (1978) Yeah everyone was right this movie is awesome. I'm totally going to add it to my halloween watchlist every year.

Candyman (1993) Yeah again it's really really good, everyone was right lol. Really dragging my feet on the remake bc honestly this movie is basically perfect.

Cube (1997) I always thought I'd like Cube. And I did. It's really weird and psychological and cool. I watched it like 11 months ago so I don't feel like I have a lot to say right now, but I just remember how much I was invested while watching it and how much I gushed about it after I finished.

Deadstream (2022) Honestly this was most fun I had with a movie all year. I was dying laughing the entire time. I've watched it three times and I sent the opening scene to everyone I know. It's just a very funny and very spot on parody of YouTubers and I love it

Fresh (2022) I don't love the abrupt ending but the rest is basically perfect. The levels of performance during the dinner scene OH MY GOD. And it's a really fun and disturbing exploration of how terrible dating is and I appreciate that a lot.

Hereditary (2015) This movie hurt the entire time and I loved it. Toni Collette's performance is the best I have ever seen, I am actually furious she wasn't nominated. Her screams man, they are haunting. Also really realistic dream dialogue I pegged right away it was a dream bc that's exactly how people talk in my dreams. This is a movie with a lot of layers and something about it resonated with me, especially after the terrible terrible year I had.

Midsommar (2019) I vibed with this one hardcore. I think its just weirdly cathartic to see someone in a bad social situation get accepted while the person who put them in that situation gets rejected. Again because of the terrible year I had. But also its bad that that happens! Like its creepy how easy it is to be taken in by a cult. I also didn't feel the length at all I was very very invested the whole time. My friend Emily absolutely hates this movie though lol

Trick R Treat (2007): I didn't find it scary at all. But I vibed with it. It just FELT like Halloween, and some of the stories really really worked for me. Particularly the werewolf one and the one with the zombie kids.

VHS (2012): This is entirely because of the Amateur Night and 10/31/98 segments. I love those segments to death, I've watched them over and over. I still haven't watched Siren (the full length Amateur Night adaption) but I am so psyched they kept the same actress. She was an absolute star I'm planning on watching it entirely for her.

It Follows (2014) I know I can't keep saying I vibed with these movies but I did. I love the dreamlike quality, the ambiguity, the idea behind the monster is actually one of the most terrifying things I can imagine. Even if you get rid of it there's a chance it'll come back to you so you're never safe. Certain sequences were really really cool. Also one of the best jumpscares of all time in this. Like I don't even like jumpscares, they never get me, but this one did! Also I adore the opening sequence and how it's complete nonsense until you rewatch it and realize what's happening.

Infinity Pool (2023) I went in completely 100% blind. It was a wild ride that's for sure. I said "oh fuck me" full volume at one point if that tells you anything. Honestly I have nothing to say about the plot but the feelings this movie evoked in me were intense. Really good movie for someone who secretly hates themselves and is scared that everyone around them does too, I guess, because it captures that feeling perfectly.

#grace talks #Honorary mention goes to All Hallows Eve because those last thirty minutes are AMAZING. The rest of the movie is pretty eh though #VHS 2 and 94 are great too btw #I just like those two segments in VHS A LOT #Skinamarink was cool I just don't think I really ever want to watch it again tbh #horror movies

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icestarphoenix · 2 years

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What happened the first time someone tried to rescue Greg from the Statehouse Colony? How did he react to finally seeing another person?

TW: graphic death, panic attack, force feeding

(This is gonna be a long post, and a very dark one too. Actually tell me if I need to tag anything else. If you still wanna read it, buckle up.)

Ever since Greg found out that he was essentially being held captive by fifty one dangerous monsters, he’d been thinking about various escape plans while doing his best to survive. However, none of what he came up with was feasible. He was never left unsupervised, there would always be at least one “state” that would be watching him, especially during those rare occasions where Greg would venture farther than his wooden pallet bed. Adding on the problem that they could teleport anywhere, there was no place Greg knew of where he’d completely escape them, nor did he want to deal with the possibility that he’d anger them by doing so. He actually felt the safest when he was doing his job as the sound guy during their “shows.” During those times, not only did Greg know he was being useful, the Statehouse would also be preoccupied with something pretty harmless. As such, he had a rare sense of certainty that he was safe while working.

However, then came a moment Greg hadn’t experienced before. After the day’s recording session (he could really only rely on those to tell time anymore), they had seemingly left Greg all alone on his bed. He considered using the moment to run away, but then Greg realized that he had no idea how to properly survive this place on his own. Getting resources and fighting off monsters, that was all done by the “states.” He wouldn’t last a day on his own. So even though the opportunity was right there, Greg decided to stay on his bed, watchful for any monster that might show up while he was vulnerable.

He immediately became alert at the sound of footsteps, and he was almost tempted to call one of the “states” just in case. However, a sight he thought might be impossible, another person had come out from the hallway. Greg hadn’t seen another person in so long that he actually got a little spooked from seeing a stranger who actually looked completely human, like that was the unusual. They had been surprised to see him too, asking a bunch of questions that Greg answered in a daze. His mind was still reeling, the thought of having a savior just show up at this perfect time almost felt contrived, but he wasn’t going to argue. He let the person take a bunch of Almond Waters from his crate before they led him away.

As they were walking, his rescuer was talking, but Greg wasn’t fully listening. Something about getting to an almond town, he didn’t understand any of it. They were speaking into a walkie-talkie, presumably to another human being, but they used so many terms he’d never heard before that it was all a blur to his ears. Greg was still coming to grips with the fact that another human being besides himself existed in this place and it wasn’t some kind of personal hell just for him. But maybe it still was, he wasn’t completely sure.

He didn’t feel as excited as he thought he’d be with getting rescued, as Greg was still considering if this was his imagination trying to comfort him or even a vivid hallucination. It felt like a surreal dream being led away by another human with the promise of a place that was truly safe.

It was when the two of them reached a hallway where a big red star was painted on the wall. Greg suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine with the creeping realization that he was being watched.

“Where are you going?”

Snapping to turn around, “Alaska” was right behind them. And he was clearly unhappy. A million thoughts about why and how ran through his brain before he realized. “Alaska” had been with them the whole time, including when Greg thought he was alone. Like with the “shows,” it was just that Greg and his rescuer never even noticed he was there.

(TW content under)

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It all suddenly dawned on Greg that this was all real, very real. What happened wasn’t a rare occurence, he had never been alone, it had been a frustratingly normal day. The monster in front of him was just more patient, that’s all it was. The two of them were in so much danger in that moment, Greg had to do something, anything, to try and save this kind person.

“A-Alaska, wait–”

A monstrous arm shot past Greg’s head, and all he could hear was a short yelp, a slam, and a loud squelching sound. He didn’t want to believe it, even as he saw “Alaska”’s bloodied arm retracting back to normal. His body felt like it was frozen, he couldn’t will himself to move besides the shaking that wracked his entire form. He knew what was behind him, but he didn’t want to look, he knew what it was, but he couldn’t.

“Don’t worry, Greg. Look. I got rid of it.”

And then “Alaska” turned him around to see.

“You’re safe now.”

Greg used to have a comfortable life before the Backrooms. Raised by his mom and dad in a nice middle class neighborhood, he had a fairly nice upbringing. He attended good schools, got into a good college to pursue his film passions, and kept in touch with a couple good friends. Death wasn’t something he had to deal with often in his life. Even if he did, it was solemn, quiet, and dignified. It was never anything like this.

His rescuer didn’t even look human anymore. They just looked like...meat. Meat haphazardly splattered on the ground.

It really felt like all of this was his fault. Maybe if he was able to convince “Alaska” not to do it. Maybe if he hadn’t been so dumbfounded at seeing another person and actually warned them. Maybe if he wasn’t such a coward and found escape on his own, they might still be alive. That person was surviving, they had a life, and Greg took it away because he couldn’t save himself. He was sorry. So, so, so sorry. That innocent person was just trying to help, and now they were dead, and it was all his fault.

Those were some of the things his mouth was trying to ramble out through delirious screams and tears. Kicking and screaming as “Alaska” threw Greg over his shoulder to teleport back and be set down in his bed. Curled up tight and sobbing incoherently, any bystander watching would’ve believed he lost his mind. However, Greg couldn’t really be a good sound guy if he went insane. And so to fix that, the Statehouse restrained Greg and force fed him Almond Water* to make sure he stayed sane. The mental strain from the fast and forced change in emotional state was too much for his mind to bear and Greg ended up blacking out. After checking to make sure he was still alive, they deemed it mission accomplished. Their sound guy was safe and back at home.

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*Almond Water is able to treat ailments and restore sanity (you can turn into an entity after going insane). However, as “restoring sanity” is vague, I’m gonna have Almond Water be able to quickly and temporarily alter the drinker’s brain chemistry in order to numb the drinker’s emotions. It’d allow for them to be able to think more logically and make fewer rash decisions. It’d also make someone feel less fear, anger, or panic to ensure they’d be able to react properly to entities. As for why almond water, it’s a real product but just feels kinda weird I guess.

#replies!#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #greg the sound guy #backrooms!au #my writing #tw death #tw panic attack #tw force feeding #sooo much edge and angst

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ibrithir-was-here · 2 years

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Defile

(Getting back to drabbles now that the main plot has ties up, here's one with Lyta)

Daniel's face paled almost as white as his Dreaming form as he realized what he had said. Lyta's eyes had widened at his slip, and he wished more than anything he could go three seconds back and shut himself up

"I-I'm sorry…" He stammered, feeling like a child of nine instead of nineteen as he looked away to avoid the look of hurt that must be crossing his mother's face right now. "I didn't mean too--I'm sorry. I swear I don't call him that all the time I just--"

Daniel's heart was in his throat and a cold chill was creeping up his stomach. He needed to fix this, to make things right, but he knew he couldn't. He'd slipped up and done the one thing he'd promised himself he wouldn't do, not since the first time when he'd been four and had seen how much it hurt his mom. He'd promised he'd never put that look in her eyes again, but he had.

He'd been talking about Dream, and he'd called Dream "Dad".

"I'm sorry Mom"

"Daniel…I--"

"No cuz--I know you don't really like hearing about the Dreaming that much, and I know you didn't want any of this, that you'd rather I just be normal, and you've been really cool about it all especially with everything that happened last year with Wish and I know not fair of me too---I'd never want to hurt you or disrespectful Dad and--"

"Daniel"

His mother's tone was firm, but not harsh. And as he felt the touch of her hand on hisncheek, he finally looked up at her.

Her eyes were wet, and sad, but not the sort of sadness he'd expected from what he was sure she must feel was him defining his father's memory by giving his title to another man.

Even if Dream was the only father he had ever known…

"It may be true that I wouldn't have wanted all this magical realm responsibility hanging over your head" Lyta said softly, brushing back his hair and a stray tear that had escaped his own eyes.

"But that doesn't mean I don't love you exactly as you are, ok? Sand in your sheets and all. Though I would prefer you keep the self-sacrificing quests to an absolute minimum ok?"

Daniel gave a weak chuckle, and turned his face into her hand, taking it in his own. Her's were still a bit shaky from the last two years of thankfully successful cancer treatments but they were getting stronger.

"As for you and…and Morpheus--"

"I'll try harder not to call him that," Daniel said quickly. He knew that as much as their relationship had vastly improved over the years that his mother still never felt entirely settled about Dream. But he loved them both so much, he didn't want to have to hear Lyta disparage Dream even if she did it in a softened way.

Lyta sighed at his interruption, and paused for a moment before going on.

"Daniel, not a day goes by that I don't miss Hector, that I don't wish he could have gotten to see you and be part of your life."

Daniel nodded, he wished that too of course. He would have loved to have met the kind brave funny man from his mother's stories…but that was the problem, they just felt like stories to him. And as much as he would have liked to know Hector for real…he didn't want to have to choose between him and Dream, even though he knew he ought to.

But Lyta wasn't finished, and now she cupped his face with both hands, forcing Daniel to look her in the eye as she went on, her voice sad and serious.

"And I hope that there will always be a space in your heart for him. But the reality is that…that you never met him. That you can't feel the same way about him that I do because you don't have that connection, those memories…and if I've somehow made you feel guilty about that then I'm so so sorry honey"

Daniel's breath caught in his throat, he didn't--he didn't know how to respond, what was she saying exactly?

"As much as I would have liked things to be different, they're not. They are what they are. And honestly they've turned out pretty well all things considered. And Morpheus…Morpheus has been good to you, been good for you. He's done a wonderful job helping raise you into the wonderful kind boy--kind man, that you are. And I'm incredibly grateful for that…"

She paused again, closing her eyes. A look crossed her face, not one of pain, not even of sadness really, it looked more like some sort of release. Like she'd been holding onto something inside so tightly for years but was finally ready to let go.

"Daniel baby, if you want to call him Dad, well he's more than earned that. If that's how you feel about him, then it's ok. It doesn't hurt me and it doesn't disrespect Hector. I'm sure---"

Lyta's voice cracked a little but she went on bravely, "I'm sure he's happy that you've had someone who loved you as much as him looking after you when he couldn't."

Tears were flowing freely down both their faces now, and Daniel moved in to pull his mother into a fierce hug, relief glowing off of him as a knot that had been in his own heart for years came loose.

"Thank you" He said with all the sincerity within him. "Thank you. I love you Mom, and I love Dad too, please know that."

"I love you too honey, we all do"

#my writing #endless heirs au #daniel hall #lyta hall #lyta trevor #hector hall #dream of the endless #morpheus #lord morpheus #the sandman #sandman fic #sandman au

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arksiblings · 2 years

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maria receives a late night visit from the ark’s resident artificial life form.

idk where this series is gonna live yet + i still have to name it, but i rly wanted to post this chapter for y’all to read <3 also once again, maria is jewish & zayde = grandfather. enjoy!

It’s unclear as to what wakes Maria in the middle of the night.

The room is completely silent, save for the sound of her own breathing and the soft music playing from the alarm clock beside her bed. Nothing seems to be out of place - not that there’s enough light in here to know for sure. Annoyed at being awoken by seemingly nothing, she squints at the clock: it shines a bright red 2:27 back at her. A sigh escapes her as she snuggles back against her pillow with hopes to fall asleep again quickly.

The longer she lays there with her eyes closed, however, the more awake she feels. Several long minutes tick by before the fog clears from her mind enough to notice the goosebumps crawling up her arms and the way the back of her neck tingles. Her stomach flips - something doesn’t feel right.

Slowly, her eyes open for a second time. The clock reads 2:33 now, but that’s not what catches her attention; a pair of matching red lights creeping into view sets her bolt upright, a chill rolling down her spine as she clutches at her blankets like a lifeline.

Maria’s sudden movements send something skittering away to hide behind the wooden, grandfather-sized rocking chair in the corner opposite her bed. She fumbles for her glasses, then the lamp. Dim, yellow light sends shadows across the room. It’s a bit easier to see now, though the space under the rocking chair is still cast in darkness. Wide red eyes peer out from that darkness at her, glowing abnormally in the lamplight.

With a heavy exhale of both relief that it’s nothing terrifying and reproach at being awoken so late in the night, she quietly calls, “Shadow.”

Her artificial companion inches his way into the light soundlessly. It’s a little unsettling, actually. How long had he been just standing there, watching and waiting for her to wake up?

Maria decides to ignore the how and focus on the why. The little hedgehog hasn’t been around long, after all, and he isn’t exactly the most sociable creature. For him to seek her out, something must be amiss. “Why are you awake?” Her voice is scratchy from sleep. “Is something wrong?”

For all the staring he was doing a minute ago, Shadow seems reluctant to look her in the eyes now. He shuffles awkwardly in place and doesn’t respond.

Tossing off her blankets, Maria slides onto the floor. Again, her movements visibly startle him, but at least he doesn’t go running for the hills this time. He stands about a foot away from her, eying her like he’s sizing up a threat.

“Sometimes,” Maria begins, crossing her legs to get comfortable, “I get tummy aches after dinner so I can’t sleep, or I have to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.” Shadow looks at her blankly. It doesn’t deter her. “Um, or my body hurts and that wakes me up. Or it’s too hot, or I have bad dreams.” That one gets a reaction from him; his head tilts, and Maria latches onto that. She leans forward, elbows on her knees. Sympathetically, she asks, “Did you have a bad dream?”

He rubs his nose with the back of his hand. “…Yes.”

And he came to me? Pride wells in her chest. To have the trust of the Ark’s newest (and strangest) addition is not a feat to take lightly.

(She probably should wonder how he got out of the room he was supposed to be being monitored in, but she’s a little distracted by her fascination with him.)

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

His answer is immediate and as gruff as the alien equivalent of a five year old can be: “No.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay.” She shrugs, scrunching her nose to push up her glasses. “You can sleep in here if you want though. When I have bad dreams, Zayde lets me sleep in his office while he works and then I don’t have any more bad dreams.” Smiling encouragingly, she rests against the bed frame with her hands in her lap. “I can even make you a little bed so you’ll be nice and comfy.”

After a moment of hesitation, Shadow nods. While he doesn’t look relaxed by any means, he at least seems to be gradually looking less uneasy.

Maria, on the under hand, is thrilled. It takes all her self-control to not jump into action, instead climbing carefully to her feet and directing Shadow to sit in the rocking chair while she gets everything ready. The entire time, she can feel his gaze on her, watching with rapt attention; it brings the same hair-raising feeling from earlier back. Unlike last time, though, it doesn’t fill her with dread - now it’s just the curious eye of a little kid.

A toy crib made of white plastic sits tucked into the corner of Maria’s room. Its current occupant is a small baby doll - she’d tucked him in before she herself had gone to bed that night. Gently she removes the doll and places it on her own bed. Then she pats the cushion inside the crib, wrapped in frilly pink sheets, and upon determining it much too thin, packs in the fluffiest pillow she has. On top of that goes one of her own blankets, baby blue and made of fleece and so big it drapes over the edges of the crib, and the finishing touch is the small pillow that came with the crib.

She drags the crib over to Shadow, still sitting patiently in the rocking chair. With a flourish she reveals his bed, flinging her arms out wide: “Ta-da!”

Shadow’s eyes widen the tiniest bit as he takes in the crib. He glances at Maria, unsure of what combination of words would explain how he’s feeling.

“Well, c’mon,” she urges, taking a step away to ensure he doesn’t feel trapped. “It’s for you.”

That gets him to climb down from the chair. He approaches the crib cautiously, as if something’s going to jump out at him, and grips the edges to pull himself up on tiptoes so he can look inside. Another moment passes, then he looks up to Maria briefly before looking down again.

Maria can practically see the gears turning in his head. She herself is pondering on what to say and when to say it when he finally hoists himself up over the rim, tumbling gracelessly into the crib. He sits up to drag a hand over the blanket, in awe of the softness and watching as the shade turns darker under his touch.

“This is the part where you say thank you.” Her tone is that of a parent reminding their child to be polite, but it still makes his ears lay flat like he’s done something wrong.

“Thank you,” he replies, a tad robotically.

She smiles at him. “You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?” When Shadow shakes his head, she hops into her own bed and crawls up to collapse on her pillow. “Next time you need to wake me up, just call me, okay? Staring is rude.”

Only his eyes are visible over the walls of the crib as he blinks owlishly at her.

A involuntary giggle escapes her. “Shadow, I said that’s rude!”

He disappears out of view. Perhaps he’s upset at being reprimanded, or perhaps she’d simply embarrassed him. Regardless, he doesn’t resurface, but Maria still catches a glimpse of red and black spines as he struggles to find a comfortable position. Maria imagines him curled up like a little puppy in the middle of the pillow-mattress until a side of the fleece blanket is pulled into the crib - then she imagines he’s tucked into bed like her baby doll, and that elicits another giggle out of her.

“I’m going to turn the lights out now, okay?”

“Okay.”

Maria sets her glasses neatly on the nightstand before pulling the lamp chain. The room plunges into blackness again, save for the faint red glow of her alarm clock and the hall lights through the cracks in the door. Despite it being nearly three am now, she doesn’t regret the time spent getting Shadow comfortable. She settles contently into bed with her blankets pulled all the way up.

“Goodnight, Shadow.”

A long stretch of time passes before Shadow replies, in a small voice, “Goodnight, Maria.”

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #ark siblings #fics #jess.txt #fic tag #shadow #maria #children of the ark

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