#I will have side bangs til I die

[deadgirlcasper]

Insanely old pictures of myself

#idk #tumblr 2012 #old #hipster #scene kid #twee #a relic #aesthetic #me #ootd #fashion #I will have side bangs til I die #side bangs #scene hair #emo hair

[1986harrington]

Day 15: Build a Fort

"I told you. Max and El are coming over for girl's night. We're gonna eat junkfood and watch scary movies and drink hot chocolate and talk about boys." "You mean me, and Mike, and Lucas?" "I- no." "Well, what other boys could there be?" "Not other boys, just- boys in general. General boy talk. Not everything is all about you." "Ouch," Steve fake winced, hand thrown to his chest and you rolled your eyes.

"Everything alright under there?" Steve teased as he meandered back into the room, the smile evident in his voice even though you couldn't see his face.

"Everything's just swell, thank you so much for your concern." You snarked, still flailing around under the white sheet you were trying to hang when he left the last time.

"You know, I could help if you'd let me-" Your boyfriend offered, but the stubborn streak in you was having none of it.

"No thanks, I've got it all- ow! Shit- under control." You cursed from beneath the heavy fabric, elbow banging against the bedframe.

"Uh huh, sure seems like it." Steve observed, and even though he couldn't see you, you flipped him off anyway.

You had been buried in a pile of sheets and blankets and cushions for over an hour now, trying to work out the best way set up a fort in your tiny bedroom.

"Remind me what the point is of this again?" Steve asked, and you heard your bedframe creak as he threw himself down onto the mattress, arms crossed behind his head and resting up against your pillows.

Exasperated, you finally untangled yourself from beneath the sheets, your head finally appearing at the side of the bed like an aggravated meerkat - hair messy and cheeks flushed as you glared at him.

"I told you. Max and El are coming over for girl's night. We're gonna eat junkfood and watch scary movies and drink hot chocolate and talk about boys."

"You mean me, and Mike, and Lucas?"

"I- no."

"Well, what other boys could there be?"

"Not other boys, just- boys in general. General boy talk. Not everything is all about you."

"Ouch," Steve fake winced, hand thrown to his chest and you rolled your eyes.

"Anyway, El asked for a fort, so."

"You know we don't need to give those little shitheads everything they ask for, right?"

"Says you! You're practically Dustin's errand boy!"

"Hey-!"

"This is all besides the point," You interupted, hands thrown into the air. "The point is, I thought I could build this stupid fort but it's actually a lot harder than it looks, and I don't how to keep the stupid sheet high enough and-"

Your rambling was cut off as Steve half-rolled on the bed to reach you, his lips meeting yours over the edge of the bed. He held it there for a few seconds, waited til he felt the words die on your tongue before pulling back to look at you, eyes glittering with amusement and affection.

"Your fort's great, really. It just needs a little... zhuzh-ing up. Here," Steve swung his legs off the bed, making his away around you to the semi-constructed fort. He crawled underneath, pulled at some of the sheets, adjusted the curtain pole that was holding the peak in the middle upright, and fluffed at some pillows, creating a cosy little den under the linens.

He appeared back out from underneath it a few minutes later, grin wide as he held his arms out to you. You smiled begrudingly, annoyed that you'd needed his help but grateful for it anyway. When you reached out to take his hands, he tugged you toward him and you giggled as you fell into his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Better?"

"Hmm..." You pretended to consider your answer.

"Is my girl happy?" He persisted.

The smile on your face as you looked up at him, chin resting on his chest made it impossible to lie about that one, so you just kissed him instead.

#1986harrington’s mystery promptober 🎃 #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington

[prettypeopleisdying]

skins unseen full lemonade story 💌

There was... there was a girl who could only live on lemonade, or her parents were really old and rubbish and just kept giving it to her til the point where she couldn't have anything else, or they were really nice, and only gave it to her because they really liked her. I can't decide that bit. She could only live on lemonade; if she didn't have lemonade, she'd die and her parents were gonna die soon too 'cause they had something wrong with them like... their blood was blue or something like that... and she had a brother but he was really stupid, so no one really cared about him, they just wanted their little girl to live.

The only trouble is... no one thought about her brother... she was in a bottle. He was on his own, and no one thought about him... they just left him. So he sat by her, her brother. He sat by her in the bottle and 'cause lemonade helped her eye sight she could see him really clearly through the sides, even though the glass was... as thick as a skull. And 'cause it was the countryside, there was nothing for him to eat, nothing for him to buy... and he was starving, and she could see that... and there was no one looking after him, and 'cause he was a bit stupid he couldn't really look after himself, and it kept on raining, so he was getting a bit rusty.

She was having an amazing time in the lemonade but, she knew she had to help him... so she swam to the surface, but she couldn't get out, it was too far away, this bottle was too big. She knew she had to do something, he was getting worse and worse and worse, and he was really hungry and thirsty, and he started eating grass and puking up all the time. So she tried to think of some plan for it, but she couldnt, all she knew is that he needed her with him. All she could do was watch him puke his guts up on the other side of the glass.

Then bing bang... she knew... she started to drink. She drank and she drank and she drank... and this was a lot of lemonade... enough to last until she died. 'Cause her parents wanted her to live for ages, but she drank... every last drop, until she was in an empty bottle, but that was no good, she still couldn't get out. But that was okay, because she just waited until she had a big one stored up... 'Cause she drank all the pop, she drank all the lemonade, she started to fart. It was slow at first, but then it was really loud and hard, and she blew her way out of the bottle, straight through the top like a rocket.

Then she stopped her brother eating grass, and they went and found a nice little house to live in together, her and her brother. And it turned out that drinking all that lemonade had cured her, 'cause she never wanted it again... She had orange for the rest of her life...

#goth #punk #emo #2014 nostalgia #grunge #popularblog #popularity #politics #popularcultures #population #effy stonem #skintight #skins uk #cassandra cain

[ladydekarios]

This Is Halloween

Fic Summary: It’s almost your favourite time of year, which also happens to be your birthday. Eddie wants to know… trick or treat?

A/N: This is a small blurb for my good friend @eddiesprincess86 for her birthday. I hope you like it! Also it’s set modern day AU

Word Count: 852

Warnings: None, sweet fluffy nonsense :)

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“Happy birthday Princess!” Eddie whispers in your ear as his arms wrap around your middle. You grin, and lay your head back on his chest. You stop what you’re doing to turn in his grasp. His arms stay in the same place so they’re wrapped around the small of your back.

“Thank you for being the best birthday gift a girl could wish for!” You say, Eddie snorts making you cringe. “Sorry that was so cheesy!”

“Super cheesy!” Eddie agrees with a grin but leans down to press a kiss to your lips. Then he lets you go. “Gotta run sweetness, your present won’t set itself up.”

“You haven’t done anything stupid have you?” You ask with a cocked eyebrow.

“You will never hear the words stupid and Eddie Munson in the same sentence!” He says with seriousness and a dramatic flourish.

You scoff. “Yeah right!”

“Don’t ruin my moment!” Eddie pouts.

—

The sound of banging on your door brings you back to the present, you’d gotten lost scrolling through tumblr you’d kinda spaced out. You put your phone down and walk to the door, opening it expecting to see Eddie and the rest of the gang.

But Eddie is alone. “Trick or treat?” He says, you look up at his face and crack into a huge smile. He’s in full costume, and his face is painted, like Jack Skellington.

“You did this for me?” You ask, chuckling.

“Well it is your favourite movie, are you gonna leave me out here all night?” Eddie asks, hand on his hips. You smile and step aside to let him in.

He goes straight for your dvd collection and digs out what he’s looking for. Going straight to the player and inserting the disc, smiling at you. He sits on the couch and pats the space beside him, you hold out your hand to indicate one second and disappear into the kitchen. Coming back moments later with sodas and snacks, you hand them to Eddie before taking a seat beside him. He picks up the remote and presses play.

The opening to the movie starts and you try to stop yourself saying the opening narration, Eddie gives you the side eye as if telling you that he’s waiting for you. But he doesn’t say anything and neither do you.

The opening musical number begins and you look at each other and start humming along.

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange.

Come with us and you will see, this our town of Halloween.

This is Halloween, this is Halloween. Pumpkins scream in the dead of night.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene.

Trick or treat ‘til the neighbours gonna die of fright.

All of a sudden Eddie is up on his feet, acting out the song.

He kneels down like a creeper and sings along.

I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red.

Then his up and wiggling his fingers like snakes and spider legs.

I am the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair.

You’re howling with laughter and not managing to keep up with the singing. In fact you miss the rest of the song while you’re laughing, but Eddie continues to act it all out.

Once the song is over he sits beside you once again and acts as if nothing has happened, which has you giggling.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“You’re such a dork!” You say with a chuckle.

“But you love me anyway.” He replies with a grin.

—

You both continue to watch the movie, saying all your favourite lines and quotes along with the characters on screen. Just before the climax of the movie, Eddie gets up off the couch and heads into the bathroom, you pay no attention and carry on watching.

Just after the people of Halloween town sing their version of What’s This, Eddie comes out of the bathroom. He doesn’t come back to the couch though, which confuses you slightly until he begins to approach while singing.

My dearest friend, if you don’t mind. I’d like to join you by your side.

Where we can gaze into the stars.

You begin to sing along.

And sit together, now and forever. For it is plain, as anyone can see.

We’re simply meant to be…

And with the last few notes playing on the tv, Eddie leans down and kisses you. “I love you.” He says as he pulls back.

You smile and reply. “I love you too, my Jack.”

“My Sally.” Eddie says and you share another kiss.

The End.

#eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #happy birthday #the nightmare before christmas

[grandmofftarkinsuggestions]

x. natasi daala

chronic. i love women <3. i keep thinking about her feeling lonely and betrayed on the maw after years and years of waiting for a (unbeknownst to her) dead man to return and it's driving me insane. the guilt and anger she felt when she finally found out he didn't mean to leave her.... dear g-d. someone take me out and shoot me dead in the middle of the street.

lyrics under the cut.

real men - mitski

- real men keep cool in the face of a fire / go down with the ship / and real men don't eat / 'cause they're above that, damn it / oh, i'm gonna be a real man / though honestly, sir / all i wanna do is get naked in front of you / so you can look me up and down / and give me your love for being so good

oh no! - marina

- one track mind, one track heart / if i fail, i'll fall apart / maybe it is all a test / 'cause i feel like i'm the worst / so i always act like i'm the best

do it for her - zach callison, grace rolek, deedee magno hall

- yes, but put your whole body into it / everything you have, everything you are / you've got to give / on the battlefield / when everything is chaos / and you have nothing but the way you feel, your strategy, and a sword / you just think about the life you'll have together after the war

fear the future - st vincent

- when the war start anew / in our bed, in our room / i'll come for you / come for me too

lady grinning soul - david bowie

- and when the clothes are strewn / don't be afraid of the room / touch the fullness of her breast / feel the love of her caress / she will be your living end

he needs me - shelley duvall

- and all at once i knew / i knew at once / i knew he needed me / until the day i die / i won't know why / i knew he needed me

my favorite mistake - sheryl crow

- did you know when you go it's the perfect ending / to the bad day i was just beginning / when you go, all i know is you're my favorite mistake

o' sailor - fiona apple

- and after waiting, fighting patiently on my knees / all the other stuff tired itself out first, and not me / and in its wake, appeared the touch and call / of a different breed / one who set to get me wise, and got me there / and then, got me

over again - aziya

- defending, relenting / to the pain you brought / the villain that got away / what a typical story to preach on / how'd you sleep at night without the guilty lies / tapping into your mind? / do we have to take the load for what you can’t expose / so you can say that you tried?

all i wanted - paramore

- think of me when you're out, when you're out there / i'll beg you nice from my knees / and when the world treats you way too fairly / well, it's a shame I'm a dream

bang bang (my baby shot me down) - nancy sinatra

- now he's gone, i don't know why / and 'til this day, sometimes i cry / he didn't even say goodbye / he didn't take the time to lie

this is why - paramore

- this is why i don't leave the house / you say the coast is clear / but you won't catch me out / oh, why? this is why / better have conviction / 'cause we want crimes of passion / survival of the fittest / you're either with us or you can keep it

the news - paramore

- war / a war / a war / on the far side / on the other side of the planet / and i've got / war / a war / a war / right behind my eyes / right behind 'em just like a headache / [...] / far / i'm far / so far / from a front line / quite the opposite, I'm safe inside

the man with the child in his eyes - kate bush

- nobody knows about my man / they think he's lost on some horizon / and suddenly i find myself / listening to a man I've never known before / telling me about the sea / all his love is 'til eternity

i guess - mitski

- it's been you and me / since before i was me / without you, i don't yet know / quite how to live / if i could keep / anything of you / i would keep / just this quiet after you / it's still as a pond / i am staring into / from here, i can say / thank you / from here, i can tell you / thank you

#sw #natasi daala #tarkin x daala #'my favorite mistake' marks their last meeting in this playlist btw!! i am going insane. #going stupid crazy over 'over again' atm.

[empiriical]

[ attempt ]   ladd attempting to kill claire. ^^

in some ways, ladd thinks it might be more fun if claire were trying to kill him too. of course, he's flattered that he works so hard to keep him alive. it's also infuriating. claire's confidence that he doesn't even need to fight back to win against ladd makes his blood boil.

nothing gets him in the mood to kill more.

still — sometimes ladd has to provoke him, just a little. otherwise, attacking him out of nowhere is just boring.

what's one little murder, anyway?

blood from his victim splatters over ladd's shirt, && he drops the lifeless body where he stands, making for the roof. claire will see it when he comes back from the restroom, && he'll track him down. it's the perfect plan, the kind of game they play with each other, almost like a murderous dance. smiling to himself, ladd clambers to his feet, bracing against the wind as he gets his footing.

he doesn't have to turn around to know when claire's found him. "sorry sweetheart," he says mildly, not sounding apologetic at all. "you should know better than to leave me alone for more than five minutes — i just can't help myself." he laughs, finally turning, && spreads his arms wide. there's love && murderous intent in his eyes, but they look the same. he's not being entirely truthful ; claire is hardly his impulse control. no, ladd simply waited for the right moment to provoke him. && it worked, && now they're here.

"but, now that we're up here..."

they dash towards each other. ladd swings a fist, one that claire wouldn't even need to dodge — it misses by a wide berth. "just warming up," ladd says, grinning. he ducks to avoid a blow from claire, && tosses his head back to shake his bangs from his eyes. "okay, that's enough warming up."

he's ruthless as ever with his punches && kicks. there's a gun tucked into his waistband, but he doesn't pull it out. other than the way his jaw sets in concentration, there's no indication in his expression that he's not having the time of his life. in his mind, a fantasy plays out, which he narrates aloud as he attacks && retreats in perfect step, so that claire knows exactly how he wants it to happen:

"you know, i feel like i should be insulted that you don't wanna be killed by me." that's how it starts, a melodramatic lament. "see, i've been thinking about it a lot, && it changes almost daily. but right now? i'm gonna hold you over the side of this train, && i'm gonna look into those beautiful eyes one final time until i see gen-u-ine fear. && then i'm gonna just let go, && watch you fall! i'll be sad to not get to watch you die, but what a way to go! what a perfectly poetic ending! from proposal 'til death-do-us part. it's fitting, right? so c'mon, claire! let me kill you!"

of course, that's not how it goes at all. what does happen is ladd ends up flat on his back atop a train car, which claire above him. his grin never once fades. his hands still bloody from his earlier kill, ladd drags a finger over claire's lips. "alright. you win." he sighs regretfully. "it'd be nicer if this blood was yours... oh well. next time!"

VIOLENT MUSE REACTION PROMPTS.

#i dont write fight scenes a lot as u can probably tell. this was fun tho! #remember when we were talking about ladd wanting to fight him on a train again lol #closedcoffins #& PATTERN FINDER. ( IC / LADD ) #& PATTERN FINDER. ( ASK ) #& PATTERN FINDER. ( QUEUE )

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Raw: where the shot leaves me gagging for the arrow

Every little thing she does is magic

And I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that

Every time I don’t, I almost do

Let it fall (3rd time in 24 hours this has played)

And then I looked and saw my sweater lyin' there upon her grave (now that’s fascinating)

(Me to Stella: “when are you gonna talk about the fact that Laurie’s name played twice on your death day?”)

Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night? Talk about the crisis in the Middle East? Do you wanna get really terrified?

Dude can we talk about Iran? How ya feeling about your latte when the brightest revolution in the world is happening and we can’t do shit for them

The ice caps are all melting and we’re gonna die(emphasized)

Do you wanna cry? I can make you cry. Do you wanna hit me baby one more time? Are you sure you want to go when You can do it with a rockstar? (This is a song of the day)

Baby, lead me by the hand

'Cause these bitches acting thirsty

You're burning out their lights and burning in their eyes

I love you all the time, I need you 8 to 9

Apparently baby’s coming back to me

You know the beat love lies before the fall

What you don't tell no one, you can tell me

Little ghost, blonde hair with lemonade tea

There's much to learn and so much to see

The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that Is far more dazzling than any light on earth - brighter even than the sun itself - and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size of the weapon..."

What are we going to do without..?

Taking my love just a touch too far

But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night

Well, no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can

And so there's no open doors, there's no way to get through

There's no other witnesses, just us two

Two ways to tell the story, no one worries

Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry

Two people talking inside your brain

Two people believing that I'm the one to blame

Two different voices coming out of your mouth (this song is at a 14)

The light bulbs burn, her fingers will learn.

The week I came to nyc let’s just say I was a mess and my anxiety was debilitating, and I ended up talking to God in a lightbulb in a rented room with no windows. And the next day I got a job that let me stay. So that’s that reference.

Never let it be said that he wasn’t willing

Well no shit, I know you miss him, girl

Now climb, climb up

Way up to see the sun(14/5)

You’ve got the teeth of the hydra upon you, get it on, bang a gong

What you know bout waking up everyday like you on a mission

And if you love yourself just know you’ll never be alone

It's no secret that the both of us

Are running out of time

So hello from the other side

I must've called a thousand times

This girl is a gun and we've been having some fun and I could show you if you turn the lights on*

“I am, I am gonna get her to me.”

The divine name I am

I can’t believe a word you say

Theses are lines from the jonathan song:

I cried for jonathan we all cried truly it made us pity him when we went to the morgue you were going to stay in our memories in a serious matter

Hands up, everybody. Because if you saw a jonathan really you were going to cry. applause he’s not dead, flying carpet flying

I’ll hold my breath til I hit the floor

Can I Knock you unconscious?

(Btw this is the song that was used to talk to me apparently about a past life where Jakk, the tarot reader and me were triplets, and Jakk was supposed to be the father of my child (apparent the writers have an incest fetish I dunno) and the tarot reader seduced Jakk while I was away and got herself pregnant by him, and God was very angry. Jakk’s name in that lifetime was sebastian, I was Christine and the TR’s past life name was Gina, you Know because the chick in the painting was actually the TR’s past life self. Yes, it’s on tape. )

#past lives #today is a 14 #136h 15 min #migraine #expect delays #tw

[amazinggrace00]

another name goes up in lights, you wonder if you’ll make it out alive

Chapter 12: I shove all your opinions to the side, I do whatever the f*ck I like, I'll be in to win 'til I die

Part of @julieandthephantomsbb

Rating: T

Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Background Willex, Background Kayla/Reggie

Tags: Past Julie/Nick, Alternate Universe, no ghosts, Well kinda but they aren't real, Everyone Is Alive, TV Show, Hollywood, Cussing, Hollywood sucks, All the guys parents suck, Bobby is okay, hollywood is sexist, Sexism, Song references galore, JATP Big Bang 2022, Carrie isn't a good person, Nick isn't a good person

Chapter 12 Posted: 8/18/2022

Summary:

Phantoms, the new Network TV show, recently got picked up for its second season and filming is already underway. The show follows a special government unit tasked with dealing with the supernatural. The series will return Marci Harrison who portrays the lead detective in charge of a group of junior detectives (Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Kayla Caro), forensic scientists (Luke Patterson and Julie Molina), and a rookie detective (Flynn Rider). 

Julie Molina is enjoying her time on Phantoms, the supernatural detective show. It had been her saving grace after being blacklisted from basically everywhere following her media feud with former Disney Channel costar Carrie Wilson that tanked her music career before it even started.

But with rumors that the show isn’t going to get a third season, Julie is worried about her career completely ending with no jobs or recording contracts in sight.

Add in the fact that even if they get a third season, Julie’s costar might leave the show and go off to pursue his music career.

And Julie is trying to understand why said costar potentially leaving is making her so upset.

Chapter 12 Summary: Julie and Luke have an idea with their one brain cell.

Collection: JATP Big Band 2022

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“Hey Caleb!” Luke yelled down the hallway. He and Julie were currently waiting outside Caleb’s door at the studio’s office area where all the production offices were located. 

Caleb gave the pair a tight lip smile, not one bit excited to be seeing them. “Hello, what do I owe this pleasure?” 

“Put our song in the season final!” Luke told him, waving a flash drive in his hand. 

“And why would I do that? We put potentially using your songs in the contracts to keep you guys happy, thought we were done with all that sugar coating,” Caleb grumbled, finally reaching his door and starting to unlock it. 

“Oh we aren’t talking about anything with our contracts,” Julie smirked. 

“Julie, your contracts state that anything you guys produce for the show is owned by the show. Even if we let you guys, we would own it,” Caleb spoke condescendingly. 

Julie just smiled. “Oh Caleb, that pesky contract,” she took a step closer to him. “That stupid thing that’s been posted everywhere. You know when you guys were fucking me over with that thing, you also wrote about how anything we wrote or produced for the show was owned by the show for the period of the contract.”

Caleb shook his head at her. “Exactly what I said.” 

“At the beginning of the contract, the period is defined by the signing of the contract through the end of filming for season two,” Julie continued. 

“And also in those fun little contracts, filming is defined to be when were are actively filming scenes for the episodes that are to be aired on network tv and are part of the twenty-two episode order,” Luke finished. 

“Okay cool, you guys know how to read. I’m still not going to put whatever dumb song you have in the show. Don’t even try blackmailing me again,” Caleb snapped. 

“Caleb that wasn’t blackmailing,” Julie shook her head. “Also, yes you are. Because no matter how two-faced you are, you did a lot of what you did and continue to in order to get the show tp stay on the air. This will keep the show on the air. Think about how much our covers kept us on originally. Now that there is an original, after all the excitement and traction for the Happier Than Ever cover, they will love it.” 

“Glee got its place on tv for six years because of all the hype over their cover of Don’t Stop Believing in the pilot. We aren’t trying to keep a show on for six years and get it off the ground. We are just trying to get another year and we just need some more traction. Listen to the song Caleb, you know that it’s our best shot,” Luke handed Caleb the flash drive. He definitely got the Glee line from Alex. 

“Give me a couple of minutes to listen to it,” Caleb sighed loudly. “Alone!” Julie and Luke turned toward each other with big smiles. 

#julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #juke #julie molina #jatp #juke fic #jatp juke #alex mercer #nick jatp #carrie wilson #bobby wilson #flynn jatp #willie jatp

[cherry-interlude]

Lana Del Rey Songs Categorised

I didn't include a few but that's covers/demos / sorted by vibe/lyrics / there are other versions of this that could be made

Bad Girl - Lana's bad girl songs that make you feel cool af

Scarface

Summer of Sam

Making Out

Put Your Lips Together

Dum Dum

Kinda Outta Luck

Children of the Bad Revolution

Dangerous Girl

Girl That Got Away

Maha Maha

Hangin' Around

Catch and Release

Queen of the Gas Station

Gramma

Smarty

St Tropez

I Learned How To Make Love

Teen Romance

Prom Song (Gone Wrong)

Paris

Puppy Love

Television Heaven

Love

Back To Tha Basics

Brooklyn Baby

Me and My Boyfriend

Sweet Romance - Somewhat gentle and cute romance songs

Starry Eyed

When I'm With You

JFK

Because of You

Daddy Issues

Tulsa Jesus Freak

Bartender

Groupie Love

Lust For Life

Lucky Ones

American

Joshy and I

Dreamgirl

For K Part 2

You Mister

Coca Cola

How Do You Know Me So Well?

Stoplight Delite

Serious Romance - They have a more serious tone but they're genuinely romantic

Yosemite

Swan Song

Cinnamon Girl

Living Legend

True Love - Deep and romantic

Let Me Love You Like A Woman

Young and Beautiful

Life Is Beautiful

Venice Bitch

Love Song

California

Old Money

Off To The Races

Video Games

Never Let Me Go

On Our Way

Heartbreak - Songs for feeling all kinds of sad romantically

Thunder

Hallucinogenics

Fine China

French Restaurant

Hollywood's Dead

Your Band Is All The Rage

Afraid

Some Things Last A Hard Time

Happiness Is A Butterfly

White Mustang

Norman Fucking Rockwell

Terrence Loves You

The Blackest Day

Cruel World

Dark Paradise

Summertime Sadness

Blue Jeans

Pawn Shop Blues

Westbound

Methamphetamines

F You - Aimed for people who kind of suck

Tired of Singing the Blues

Noir

Playground

It's Not You It's Just Me

Damn You

In My Feelings

High By The Beach

Flipside

In The Sun

So Legit

Seduction - Sexual songs generally

Trash Magic

Us Against The World

Marilyn

Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight

Paradise

Playing Dangerous

Behind Closed Doors

You Can Be The Boss

Party Girl

Pussycat Kittycat

BBM Baby

Big Bad Wolf

Be My Daddy

Ooh Baby

Push Me Down

Delicious

Freak

Salvatore

Daddy's Girl

Burning Desire

Mermaid Motel

Yayo

Disco

Hey You

Body Electric

Kill Kill

Jimmy Gnecco

Wolf T-Shirt

Sad Romance - Kind of toxic romance or the darker side of romance

TV In Black and White

I Talk To Jesus

Colour Blue

Put The Radio On

My Best Days

Resistance

Velvet Crowbar

Breaking Up Slowly

Fuck It I Love You

The Next Best American Record

The Greatest

Cherry

Summer Bummer

Tomorrow Never Came

24

Shades of Cool

Black Beauty

Is This Happiness?

Million Dollar Man Pretty Baby

Drive By

Hey Blue Baby

Greenwich

Hawaiin Tropic

Axl Rose Husband

Butterflies Part 1

Heartshaped Chevrolet

Bellevue

Ben

How To Disappear

Dreamy - Aesthetically pleasing songs sonically, and a lot of Lana's songs are but these stand out the most

Yes To Heaven

Angels Forever Forever Angels

Ave Maria

Wayamaya

Roses Bloom

Honeymoon

Art Deco

Religion

West Coast

Guns and Roses

Bel Air

Cherry Blossom

Dangerous Love - Jealousy and obsession

Your Girl

Is It Wrong?

Jealous Girl

She's Not Me

Serial Killer

Caught You Boy

Roses

Criminal and Gangsta Love - The bad romances

Queen of Disaster

Backfire

Beautiful Player

Crooked Cop

Hundred Dollar Bill

Gangsta Boy

Live or Die

Hit and Run

Ghetto Baby

Every Man Gets His Wish

Live Forever

Bad Boy

Match Made In Heaven

Bops - They're good for bopping

Roll With Me

Motel 6

Florida Kilos

Brite Lites

Diet Mountain Dew

Boom Like That

Starlet - A lot of Lana's songs feature starlets but these are the songs that let her shine as a star

Hollywood Dynamite

Fake Diamond

A Star For Nick

Radio

Strong - Being the stronger one in the relationship

Lift Your Eyes

Serene Queen

Break My Fall

Big Eyes

I Can Fly

Get Free

Mariner's Apartment Complex

Ride

All You Need

Junky Pride

Move

There's Nothing To Be Sorry About

More Mountains

In Wendy

Wild One

Wait

Weird Vibe - They either sound creepy or just have an unsettling feel

Bentley

C U L8r Alligator

Strangelove

You and Me

Let My Hair Down

Get Drunk

Betty Boop Boop

Jump

Raise Me Up (Mississippi South)

Jesus Is My Boyfriend

Hmm - They could go into other categories but they are songs that have darker, disturbing elements

Baby Blue Love

1949

Roller Derby

Heavy Hitter

Boarding School

Ultraviolence

Lolita

Put Me In A Movie

Sad Girl - Songs with a sad vibe

Last Girl on Earth

All Smiles

Wait For Life

Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have - But I Have It

13 Beaches

Heroin

Music To Watch Boys To

God Knows I Tried

Pretty When You Cry

Carmen

This Is What Makes Us Girls

Without You

Oh Say Can You See

Born To Die

Valley of the Dolls

Stripper - Pure stripper theme

Go Go Dancer

Dance For Money

Midnite Dancer Girlfriend

Other Woman - Pure other woman theme

Other Woman

True Love On The Side

Sad Girl

Cola

Next To Me

Money/Fame/Materialism - Songs that revolve around those three things

Money Power Glory

Fucked My Way Up To The Top

Gods and Monsters

National Anthem

Breaking My Heart

Makes You Think - Deeper songs

Coachella

God Bless America - And All The Beautiful Women In It

When The World Was At War We Kept Dancing

Beautiful People Beautiful Problems

Change

Money Hunny

Looking For America

Songs That Sound Like Diary Entries - More personal tracks

I Must Be Stupid For Being So Happy

My Momma

Wild At Heart

Dark But Just A Game

Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Blizzard

Elvis

White Dress

Aviation

Run Motorcycle

Out With A Bang

Dance Til We Die

Bad Disease

Fordham Road

I Don't Wanna Go

For You

Try Tonight

You're Gonna Love Me

Outliers - They're more happy

Come When You Call Me

Birds of a Feather

Driving In Cars With Boys

#lana del rey #lana del rey songs #lana del rey unreleased #may jailer #lizzy grant #aka lizzy grant #sirens #born to die: the paradise edition #ultraviolence #honeymoon #lust for life #norman fucking rockwell #chemtrails over the country club

[sweetchup]

Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Vol. 2: Into the Deep // Ch. 6

Type: Poseidon x reader

Word Count: 3,000+

Masterlist

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Cold. That’s the only way you could describe the man in front of you.

Cold as in his eyes were like stone. As if they were dead as they stared down at you. Cold as in that you couldn’t read him, at all. Even as he was covered head to toe in blood, you had no clue what he would do next. Cold as in he was intimidating. Way too intimidating. Like a primal feeling in you was screaming danger at you. It made you want to bolt from the spot.

“Tch…” You instantly freeze as Poseidon finally lets out a sound. He glares down at you in disgust as if you were some dirt on his shoe, “My brother must be losing his mind.”

Scared, you let out a small gulp. Your throat all of sudden feels extremely dry. Brother? Was he perhaps referring to Zeus? So, that must mean this was Poseidon. Right…?

“S-So…” You pause for a moment as you decide if you should dare continue, “…Are you Poseidon?”

You shouldn’t have done that. With a loud bang, you slowly turn your head to look at the Trident he cleaved down in the sand next to you. Its harsh throw sending the sand beneath and surrounding you in the air in a huge rumble.

“Ack!” You spit out as Poseidon suddenly grabs your jaw while you are distracted. His harsh grip on you as he turned your face to look at him felt as if he was trying to crush the bone of your jaw underneath. Even though you knew it was useless, you squirm lightly underneath his grip in hopes to lessen his tight grip.

“Pathetic.” He spits out in a grumble as he watches you squirming. Letting out a small huff, he watches you for a couple of more seconds before finally releasing your jaw. A sore feeling begins to replace the pain you had previously felt. “Humans do not address a god by their name. Especially pathetic mortals such as yourself.”

You feel the need to flinch under his harsh words but thankfully stop yourself. Instead choosing to tighten your grip on Triton who still laid unconscious in your arms. You understood that what Poseidon said was partially true. A mortal such as yourself had no chance against a god, nevertheless one of his stature and power. But he still didn’t have to be so blunt about it. Even Zeus held some sort of common courtesy when interacting with you.

“Ugh…” Startled by the sound, you spin your head downwards to look at Triton who was letting out a loud groan. His face scrunched up in pain as he wiggled around in your hold to get up.

Instantly, you put your hand on Triton's chest to stop him. Worried with the amounts of cuts and blood he was covered in that he could possibly have a fatal injury, “Shh. Don’t move, Triton. It’s okay. I got you.”

Triton seems to thankfully listen to your words and stop moving, relaxing back into your arms. Instead using the energy he had left to open his eyes to look up at you. Though, as you stared down at him with concern, you could tell he couldn’t properly see you. His eyes shrinking and dilating in an attempt to see what was in front of him.

“Triton, can you see meeeE—“

Gasping, you instantly pull Triton closer to your body as you are carelessly lifted off the ground by Poseidon. The blonde male with one arm underneath your knees and the other holding your waist behind the small of your back stands up as if you two weighed nothing. Even slightly throwing you up in the air to adjust his grip. You stared confused at Poseidon whose gaze looked away from you for the first time since he arrived. Instead staring out at the waves of the sea.

As the male began to walk towards the water, you wanted to question what he was doing. Wanted to question why in the world he had picked you up and was currently holding you. Why he hadn’t killed you on the spot. Why he was walking towards the water. But chose against saying the thoughts that were present in your mind. Remembering fearfully the sharp gaze he gave when you not only called his name but also spoke out of turn.

However, you soon regret not speaking your thoughts out loud. Or, at the very least, putting up a fight.

“H-Hey! What are you?!” You screech out as Poseidon travels further into the sea. The cold crashing waves now hitting your feet and soon traveling up to the rest of your body as Poseidon continues further in. “Hey! Stop! We’-I’ll Drow—“

“Shut up.” Poseidon barks out. Even though he doesn’t bother to give you a glance, you still hear the venom in his voice and freeze up. You looked worriedly around you as the water got higher and higher, all the way up til your chest and neck.

“A-Ah.” You can’t help but let out as you see Triton’s head starts to sink underneath the water. Quickly, you fix your grip on the boy and lift his head above the water. Even if he was an aquatic god, you still weren’t sure if he could breathe underwater. However, the only problem with lifting Triton above the water is that it pushed you further under. The waves now crashing against your chin instead of your neck.

“W-Wait—“

As you gasped out your last word, your head went under. You struggled slightly as Poseidon continued to trech forward but couldn’t do much as you didn’t want Triton’s head to drop underneath the water. Even if you knew it was fruitless and Triton would eventually go under, You hoped he would wake up and make an escape.

Stupid human.

As Poseidon's head finally goes under the water and he begins to float down, deeper into the sea, he finally turns his head back to stare at you. You really were pathetic and stupid as the other humans. Lifting his son’s, Prince of the sea, head above the water as if he could actually drown. What a joke.

What in the world did his brother see in you? Making a huge show in the courtroom about how you would be the perfect substitute for Amphitrite. How everyone should at least give you the chance to be Triton’s nanny and take care of him. How you would help the child grow and shit. How you would actually pay attention to him.

Poseidon feels himself freeze for a moment before tightening his grip more on you. Your body had already began to grow limp in his arms. If he so pleased, he bet he could just tighten his grip more on your frame and you would shatter in a million pieces.

Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. Fragile.

Poseidon grunts out in disapproval at the disgusting passing thought in his mind. You were just a pathetic being. One that would pathetically die right here.

Poseidon once again grunts as the feeling of annoyance passes by in his mind. It must have been all those stories Zeus shared at the trial while he secretly observed you two. As a perfect being he shouldn’t be so easily swindled by such thoughts. His son once again was making him weak.

This is why I stayed away in the first place, Poseidon thought as he rolled his eyes.

Slowly, Poseidon trails his hand up from the small of your back to your cheek. He tilts your head that was flopped to the side with his thumb so that you looked at him.

‘The perfect substitute for Amphitrite’. His brother sure was cruel. You were nothing but a small mouse compared to the apex predator that was his, likely, soon to be ex-wife. The minute Amphitrite lays her eyes on you she would surely kill you.

Poseidon gives your cheek a slight stroke around the bruise that was settling there. You really were pathetic, getting a bruise from such a weak grip.

Little by little, Poseidon leaned down closer to your face. His nose grazing yours slightly causes him to pause as he once again observes you. He wondered if what he would do next would end up getting you killed.

You truly were Pathetic after all. Even amongst all the humans he has met over the many millenniums. Though, he couldn’t deny, much better than the venomous Amphitrite.

I’ll just throw you away later when I’m done, Poseidon decides as he finally closes the gap. His lips swallowing yours in a harsh kiss as he brings his palm away from your cheek to wrap around the back of your neck. For once in his life being careful not to snap someone’s spine in half.

Fragile.

That thought once again passes by in Poseidon’s mind as he continues to hold you close to him. Fragile like fine china. Yet also soft…, warm… A contrast to his cold and strong marble like body. The body of a god.

Disgusting.

Finally, Poseidon pulls away, scrunching up his nose in distaste. It seems he’ll have to ‘talk’ to his brother about interfering in his personal life again. Though, it’s not like his brother ever listened to begin with.

What a pain.

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Were you dead?

No, you were definitely still alive. For your body felt like a ton of bricks. So much so that even lifting a finger exceeded all of your energy available.

But how were you still alive?

Did Poseidon possibly save you in the end? Knowing that asshole it wasn’t likely. Perhaps Zeus swooped in at the end or Triton saved you. A possibility…but also still highly unlikely. You guessed you would have to find out for yourself.

“Ugh…” You groan out as you attempt to open your eyes only to shut them again. The light in the room felt all too blinding. That wouldn't work, you couldn’t see anything in front of you but it wasn’t like you had any other options, you would have to try again. “Shit…”

You once again attempt to open your eyes. Your vision was still hindered by the light this time but it was at the very least bearable.

Ah, that’s painful. You can’t help but hiss out as you attempt to lift your arm to cover the light coming into your eyes.

It seems you would have to wait patiently for your vision to… return…

You feel yourself freeze as something blurry comes into your view. It was blue and shiny, seeming to levitate or float towards your face.

“W-what…?” You can’t help but spit out as you stare at the thing approaching you. Blinking and unblinking as you attempt to make your eyes address what was in front of you, “A-A fish…?”

It was in fact a fish. A giant one at that, if you had to guess it was about the length of your forearm. But, how was it floating there in front of you…? Fish can only exist in wa—

“Hello My Lady!”

The…

The Fish…. Just talked.

You stared in horror at the thing in front of you. You had to be out of it, there was no way that a fish had just talked to you. Nevertheless be actually able to breathe air…

“No way…” You gasped out as you finally drifted your gaze away from the fish. Now that your eyes had finally fully adjusted, you could finally see where you were.

You were…

Underwater.

Specifically you were underwater in a fantasy noble-like bedroom: Ginormous in size, able to fit a huge bed, couch, dressers and, of course, still plenty of space to be able to walk around. The only difference from the fantasy-like bedroom that one would see in novels was that it was clearly flooded with water.

“My lady?” The fish calls once again, “Are you okay?”

“How—how? What— You…” You gasp out in confusion, only to suddenly stop and grab at your throat. How were you breathing underwater to begin with?

“M-My Lady please calm down!” The fish shouts out worriedly as it watches you panic. “I promise I’ll explain everything once you calm down.”

You pause at the fish’s words, he was correct. You had to calm down if you wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with you. You attempt to take a deep breath to calm yourself but quickly scrap the idea as it felt way too odd to you. Instead choosing to just nod your head to get on with the fish’s explanation, “O-okay…”

“Thank you, My lady.” The fish tells you as it somehow bows, at the least what looks like a bow, “My name is Marine and I’m a Servant at Lord Poseidon’s Palace…”

So, Poseidon must have saved you. But,… why… it didn’t make sense with all he stated on the shore. Zeus or Triton must have made some sort of interference to save you.

“…Please do not worry as you are still alive and well. The reason you are breathing underwater and communicating with me is due to the blessing you gain from Lord Poseidon.”

“B-Blessing..?” You ask a gasp as you look down at yourself. Patting yourself in certain places to make sure you were all well only to let out a small groan. It seemed you were still sore and in pain.

“Please be careful, My Lady.” Marine tells you worriedly as pats you with his fin. Seeming to attempt to push you backwards so you can lay back down. Thankfully, once you comply with Marine’s request, it answers your question, “Gods can usually bestow 3 things on humans: Curses, Blessings and Ambrosia. Though this can differ from god to god based on what they can accomplish. Curses are pretty self explanatory but Blessings and Ambrosia are complicated. Blessings are gifts or abilities that are bestowed upon humans by gods. In Lord Poseidon’s case he bestowed upon you the ability to breathe underwater and communicate with sea life like other aquatic folk.”

“I see…”

“Finally, Ambrosia is what happens when a human consumes the blood of a god. If said human somehow survives the consumption, they are bestowed the gift of being a Demi-god. So far only one human has survived consuming Ambrosia and that is Lord Hercules.”

Dangerous. Not just in the way of how powerful Ambrosia is but in how many times you could have accidentally consumed it from Triton alone. Even though a God’s skin is stronger than a human’s it wasn’t by much as they could still bleed just as easily. The amount of times you had to bandage Triton’s scrapes when he tripped or bumped into something proved that.

“My Lady?”

At Marine’s call, you are startled out of your thoughts, “Ah sorry. I—“

“P-please don't apologize! You are my lady, you have nothing to apologize for.” Marine shouts out as he visibly pales, “I am your servant, it is actually my fault for disturbing you while you were clearly thinking.”

“A-ah I wouldn’t say that…” You murmured out, clearly disagreeing with what Marine was telling you. Though… You find yourself pause as a thought suddenly hits you, “Marine, Why are you calling me ‘My Lady’?”

“Why that’s because you are the new lady of the Manor.”

“T-the manor? What Manor?”

“Southern Manor, Of cours—“ Marine seems to pause at his words as he realizes something. “I sincerely apologize, My Lady. I totally forgot that since you are from the human realm that you have no idea what has happened here.”

Marine looks around the room before finally spotting what he was looking for and swimming over to it. A map…? You sit up slightly as you look over at the giant map that mount the wall above a dresser.

“At the Palace, there are 5 Manors that make up its body. Pacific Manor, The main Manor that holds the king and queen of the sea. Arctic Manor, which holds and trains the knights that protect Atlantis. Atlantic Manor, Lord Triton’s as well as any future heirs Manor. Indian Manor, which holds Lord Triton’s classes, storage and other needed rooms. And Finally, Southern Manor…., for Lord Poseidon’s Mistresses.”

“M-mistresses?!” You spit out as you shoot up from your spot. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. In no ways would you bed Poseidon. This wasn’t what you wanted when you accepted to be Triton’s mother. You didn’t want to actually be with his father.

“P-please calm down, My Lady. You aren’t one of Lord Poseidon’s Mistresses. My Lord has never taken a Mistress ever.” At Marine’s explanation, you let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. “The reason I call you My lady is simply because you are now Lord Triton’s official guardian along with Lord Poseidon after Lady Amphitrite was ruled irresponsible for such duties. Due to Lady Amphitrite still not officially divorced from Lord Poseidon, she still lives in Pacific Manor. So you can not live there as of now and the second best place is here in Southern Manor.”

“O-oh…” You choke out. Though you were happy that you were officially Triton’s guardian and can still stay by the boy’s side, you weren’t sure how long you would last. Especially since you were sure that woman was now going to be out for your throat. “…but couldn’t she just come over to this Manor if she so pleased?”

“Not at all, My lady. Do not worry.” Marine informs you as it points its fin to the cluster of three manors at the top. “The Atlantic Manor, Southern Manor and Indian Manor were all originally designed to hold an intricate sea garden in the middle. This idea was later scrapped by Lady Amphitrite but, by the time she denied it, a tall metal fence had already been put up that surrounded the three buildings to keep unauthorized visitors out from the garden. Under Lord Poseidon’s watch, early this morning a sea witch put up a spell that forbade Lady Amphitrite from entering anywhere in the gated area. So she will not be able to get anywhere near you or Lord Triton.”

“Oh. Thank goodness” You mutter out as you let out a sigh of relief. Finally, you and Triton could live in somewhat peace after—

Triton…!

How could you possibly forget about what happened with Marissa? Was Triton treated for his wounds once he got back?

“My Lady, you can’t get up—“

“Marine. Please take me to see Triton. I need to see him at once!”

Author Note: Ooooop— We got a little insight on how Poseidon feels about the reader and still what in the world happened to Triton? I’m just glad Vol. 2 is up and I can’t wait for the next chapter. Yet, Triton… I miss you 😢. Come back soon in my writing, bud. We need you to lighten up the atmosphere.

Taglist: @angeli-fucking-cat @marixxhq @sproutcorner @orophaea @anime-lover-forever-1127

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv poseidon x reader #snv poseidon #snv #record of ragnarok #bivalve

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Oh Baby!

(baby!Tommy x motherly!Reader)

(lets see if this gets any attention. if it does i’ll see about doing other characters as babies! maybe wilbur or techno lol.)

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You were minding your own business, just relaxing at home in L’Manburg with a good book and some of your favorite drink. But the peace and quiet was all at once interrupted by frantic knocking at your front door. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the front entrance, wondering as you got up who in the world could be knocking so hard on the door.

You cautiously went over and raised an eyebrow when you heard… crying and then the sound of someone running away? Now more confused than ever you tentatively cracked the door open and looked around but didn’t see anyone. Though the crying was still close and when you looked down your eyes widened at the sight of a covered basket sitting innocently on your front porch. 

The crying slowed to only whimpers but it was definitely coming from the basket and you hurried to pull the door open all the way and lean down to check the abandoned basket. But you hesitated when you saw a slip of paper stuffed in the side of it. You pulled it out and quickly read it, and felt your stomach drop when you read out loud,

“Reader. IDK what happened. Tommy and I were dungeon hunting and there were skeletons shooting at us and he didn’t have a shield and got hit with a tipped arrow of some kind and then he turned into a baby. I can’t handle kids but you seem like you could. Don’t worry, it should wear off eventually. But don’t tell Philza, he’ll probably kill me. -Quackity.”

You let out a confounded ‘what the fuck?!’ then finally pulled the blanket off the basket and froze when you looked into a VERY familiar pair of bright blue eyes. Only instead of being on a teen boy’s face they were on a little baby’s face. A baby face that was streaked with tears. Your shocked face softened when you saw how distressed the little guy was. Without thinking about it too hard you reached down and scooped the little bundle up into your arms.

Tommy stared up at you with his wide watery blue eyes and sniffled before whimpering again. You cooed at him and began to rock him in your arms, trying to soothe his distress as best you could. 

“Oh no baby, shhh, it’s okay. I’m here. C’mon, let’s get you inside,” you said as you brought him and the basket in. 

You noticed he wasn’t actually wearing anything and the only thing keeping him covered was the blanket he’d arrived in. So first things first you crafted him some cloth diapers and got him cleaned up and changed. Then you held him up in front of you and smiled while you baby talked to him.

“Oh there we go! All dressed huh? Not nakey no more!”

Tommy giggled and kicked his chubby little legs and reached for your face. You pulled him close so he was snuggled to your chest and he instantly used one hand to grab some of your hair, but thankfully he didn’t yank on it and just held it. While his other hand patted your face while he babbled.

You wondered if Tommy could understand you, or if he had any memories of before he was turned into a baby. Then you wondered how long he’d be like this, or… if he’d go back to normal at all. But when Tommy started fussing you let those thoughts drift to the back of your mind so you could take care of him, for as long as he needed you.

-0-

Turns out he’d been hungry so you’d warmed him up some milk, which he’d more than eagerly drank til there was nothing left. Then you’d had to burp him, which was cute and thankfully he’d not thrown up on you at any point. He was a cute little baby but nobody wants baby barf on them.

But now you were playing with him on the carpet, doing the ‘this little piggy’ game on his toes (which he apparently loved more than anything) and each time you’d recite a line about a ‘piggy’ you’d wiggle one of his toes. He was giggling and watching you with bright eyes, knowing when you got to the last piggy you’d tickle his feet. 

You played with him well into mid day, but then you noticed him getting fussy again. And he’d eaten not too long ago so you doubted he was hungry again. You also checked his diaper but he was clean, which meant he was sleepy. So you scooped him up and started walking to your bedroom, rubbing his back and telling him it was nap time. He continued to fuss as you closed the curtains and shut off the lamp. There was still enough light to where you could see but it was dim enough to make sleeping easier.

You got into bed and laid on your side and nestled him so he was on his back with his head laying in the crook of your arm, making sure he was between you and the wall for safety. He didn’t want to sleep it seemed because he started whining and kicking his feet, clearly upset. But you shushed him and hummed to try and get him to settle down. It didn’t work though and he continued to fuss. You sighed and thought back to how your mom said she got you to go to sleep. 

So you turn him on his side so he was facing you and then start to gently run your nails up and down his back in a soft scratch. Your mom swore by this, it could put any baby to sleep. And true to her word the moment you started scratching Tommy’s back his eyelids drooped and he yawned. Soon his eyes closed all the way but you kept scratching until you could tell his breathing had evened out. 

You stopped scratching and waited a minute to see if he’d wake up or stir at all, but luckily he stayed sleeping. You brushed his honey colored hair from his face and kissed his forehead then slowly inched out of the bed. You’d have napped too but you had chores that needed to be done that you were supposed to do earlier but couldn’t because of Tommy’s surprise visit. 

After successfully getting out of bed you surrounded Tommy with pillows to keep him from rolling off the bed and hurting himself. Then you silently crept from the room and cracked the door behind you so you could keep an ear out while he slept in case he woke up.

-0-

You managed to tend to your garden and harvest the carrots and potatoes without trouble, then handle your laundry, but it was when you were washing dishes that you heard it. Tommy wailing. You dropped the dish you’d been washing into the sink of soapy water then practically sprinted upstairs to your bedroom. You were cursing yourself for not putting more pillows around him, fearing he’d fallen and banged his head or something.

But when you burst into your bedroom you let out an audible breath of relief when you saw he was still safely on the bed and not the floor. You hurried over, cooing at him as he saw you and raised his arms up towards you, making grabby hands to show he definitely wanted to be picked up. You happily obliged him and lifted him into your hold and kissed his wet cheeks and lovingly rubbed his back while he calmed down from his crying.

“Oh baby I’m so sorry, did you wake up all alone? I’m sorry, I’m here, don’t worry~” you murmured sweetly against his crown.

He clutched onto your neck and refused to let go, but you didn’t try to pull him away, instead you just rocked him and took him downstairs to be with you so he wouldn’t cry anymore. You were starting to get hungry and you knew seeing you eat would make Tommy hungry so you decided to warm him up some milk while you prepped some carrot sticks for yourself. You figure if he wanted some of your food a carrot would be the safest option for him to gnaw on.

But while you were standing at the kitchen sink filling a glass with water for yourself you glanced over when Tommy hiccupped and saw him blink as potion swirls hovered around him. Before you could see what was wrong he hiccupped again and suddenly the weight sitting on your hip was MUCH heavier and you stumbled a bit before realizing the blue eyes you were looking at were sitting on a teen boy’s face and not a baby’s…

All at once it hit you both that Tommy was naked save for the underwear he was in (how’d his diaper turn into tighty whities?) and you were holding him up on your hip. Once it hit him he screamed and flailed until you let go of him and he fell to the floor. You wanted to laugh but asked him if he was okay instead. Or you tried to but he screeched,

“DON’T FUCKIN’ LOOK!! I’M NAKED!!”

You turned your head away from him but you could see him scrambling to his feet and trying in vain to cover himself with just his hands. You helpfully directed him to the bathroom and said you’d bring him some clothes to change into. A second later you heard your bathroom door slam closed and you finally broke out into snickers. Once you composed yourself you went to grab some spare clothes of yours from your bedroom. 

You knocked on the bathroom door and passed the clothes through, not taking offense when Tommy quickly slammed the door closed after getting the shirt and pants. But once he was dressed he came out with a red face and looking huffy. You asked him if he remembered anything and he grumbled before swearing.

“Well fuckin’ Quackity and I were exploring this weird dungeon and there was a hidden spawner or somethin’ because suddenly we were trapped with like 7 skeletons and they were shooting these weird glowing arrows at us. An my shield broke and I got hit by one. Then… I don’t know, it’s blurry after that..”

He would never admit that he remembered everything from when he was a baby. He remembered how you looked after him, soothed his cries, and just loved him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever caring for him so nicely before. Ever. Not even Philza was that loving and he was his dad pretty much. But saying anything like that out loud would be humiliating! So he faked remembering nothing. 

You shrugged and filled him in briefly, saying he’d been a baby for the day and you’d made sure he didn’t die. He gave an embarrassed ‘thanks i guess’ but you just grinned and said you’d never let anything bad happen to your “widdle baby~!”. Tommy’s face flushed red and he sputtered angrily and started shouting that he wasn’t no BABY! He was a MAN! You just laughed and agreed, yes yes, very macho.

Things returned mostly to normal, though if your relationship shifted ever so closer in a familial way after that then neither of you mentioned it. But truthfully Tommy grew quite attached to you and you to him. Like the family you both weren’t aware you’d needed.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp tommy #platonic c!tommy x reader #c!tommy #tommyinit mcyt #mcyt x reader #pure fluff babey

[cottoncandyjester]

Time to give our current favorite boy angst, sometimes even pretty boys need comfort

Warning contains: talk of trafficking, a new character, angst to fluff, lots of sully freaking out

“Nope.” Luis said as he leaned infront of the door staring down at you boredom. You had marched straight to the gang determined to know where was your boyfriend, luis blocked the way to the office where you knew sully was you could hear his voice speaking frantically.

“I know he’s here! Let me in” you snapped out only for luis to scoff before casually taking his phone from his pocket “he’s not here..” he mumbled before thing on his phone, clearly ignoring you

A loud banging and clattering from the made you flinch and the deadly silence made you fill with panic, you shot Luis a harsh glare and he simply glanced away “go home” he huffed out.

Rage fueled you and you raised your hand to hit him only for your wrist to be caught and someone resting their elbow on you, you looked over and there was fritz giving you a sly grin.

“Let them in, I think it will be fun for them to watch what happens when someone lets some of the traffickers escape” he cooed out with a wicked grin. Luis sighs before moving from the door and gave it a few knocks, a few moments later a voice was telling him to open it.

The moment luis opened the door you pushed him aside much to his annoyance, inside you shuddered at the sight of sully curled up on the ground protecting his face while Dante and Antonio was kicking him with Ernesto watching from his desk.

“Damn, did y’all kill him? He’s still useful” fritz cooed out with a laugh as he walked over to sully, nudging him onto his side with his foot before kneeling down “what are we doing with him?” He asked as he gazed at Ernesto who gave a long sigh “he’s with dante til he learns his lesson and his pay is cut in half for a few months ” he muttered out before his eyes landed on you as you rushed to sully. The room grew silent as they watched you try to pull the male close only for him to shove you away

“I-I’m ugly now! You might as well kill me! N-no one look! I-I’m hideous!” Sully wailed as he covered his face, tears streaming down. “Here we go..” Antonio groaned out under his breath as the others backed away looks of annoyance crossing them.

“I should just die, kill me! I can’t live if I’m not beautiful! Whose gonna love me if I’m hideous!?” Sully snapped out, pure panic in his eyes as he refused to look at you, the pure embarrassment and shame eating his insanity.

“His tantrums are annoying”

“Will someone knock his ass out?”

The various whispering and staring made it worse, when you tried to reach out to him sully slapped your hand away, finally looking at you and letting you see the damage of his face. His face was swollen,bruised and bloody his blue eyes having lost that usual sparkle in them and now replaced with pure deranged fear. “I-I rather die! I should die!” Sully snapped, finally snapping and took out a dagger and pointing the blade tip to his chest

No one seemed worried, if anything they looked annoyed with his behavior. “Dante, please..” luis said softly now glancing at Dante who sighs and took out a pistol, the sight made you worry. “Don’t shoot!” You snapped out only to flinch at Dante hitting sully on the back of the head with the gun “oi! Zorra, make yourself useful” Dante snapped to you with a scowl.

“Don’t be rude to our guest, go with them to take sully to jinx” Ernesto demanded making Dante groan as he threw a passed out sully over his shoulder. “Let’s go bit-” Dante stopped and let out a low growl “…let’s just go” he sneers out as he walked past you, you quickly followed him eyes landing on sully.

The walking was silent for a few minutes before you spoke up “is he going to be okay?” Your nervous tone made Dante glance your way “yeah, he’ll be fine” he grumbled out before he entered a room with you trailing behind him like a scared little puppy.

“Jinx, we got a situation” Dante called out and in a matter of seconds a boy with messy mint green hair wearing a Japanese style fox mask swung down from the ceiling, hanging upside down and giving you a mini heart attack. “Is that sully Wully~he never comes here, put him in an empty bed” The boy cooed before his head turned to you, you gulped as you tried not to gain his attention but it seems that was too late.

He hopped down, immediately moving close to you tilting his head to the side his face inches from yours before he reached into his pocket and took out a box of colorful bandaids, he took out a bandaid and placed it on your cheek. “All better~” he cheered out.

“Yo jinx, his face is swollen pretty bad” Dante called out as he stared at the sleeping sully in the bed. jinx remained close to you for a moment, a long hum escaping him before he dropped the box of bandaids along with a lollipop in your hands, now walking off to focus on sully.

After the initial confusion wore off you rushed to sully’s side watching jinx patch him up. You never left his side even when Dante left, after a while the boy woke up with a strangled groan. You perked up with a smile “sully? Are you okay?” You asked making him glance your way before he immediately turned away “don’t look! I couldn’t bear it if you saw my hideous face!” He whined out.

You reached out and rubbed sully’s back, the simple act immediately calming him down “you aren’t ugly, you’re just as pretty as the day I met you” you cooed out “what happened? I heard you let someone go” you asked out. After a few seconds of silence sully sat up in the bed now facing you “there was a little girl, no older than ten..she looked so scared.” Sully mumbled out as he looked at his hands

“She was so small, so fragile that I knew she was going to break if I breathed too hard around her…I thought about her parents and wondered if they stayed awake at nights praying for their kids to come home, I thought about us..what if that was our child? What if when we have a child they end up there? I-I let her go, told her to run..to go home” as sully explained he started to cry.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about how disappointed you would be if I let a child so little get hurt, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let her become someone’s slave..she was so little” sully whimpered out, you reached out now hugging him tightly “oh sully” you cooed out as he sobbed into your shoulder.

You two remained like that for a while, until sully calmed down. He pulled back and patted the spot next to him “lay with me?” He asked out softly. You crawled into bed with him where you two laid, his head on your chest listening to your heart as you played with his hair. “I love how big your heart is” you said softly to sully who hummed in response “my big heart landed me with a bruised face, but you’re here so I can never complain about this” he whispers out before tightening his hold on you.

“We should go on a vacation, I’ll take you to Italy and show you where I grew up..we can relax in each other’s arms while drinking wine and making so much love that all of Italy could hear it” sully spoke in a slow tone, clearly falling back asleep as his words slowly became mumbles as he drifted to sleep.

You kept playing with his hair, enjoying the peace for about three minutes until you heard a camera click, you glanced up and there was jinx..handing upside down from the ceiling once more. “….wanna blanket?” He asked causally, your nod making him hop down now landing next to the bed before he walked off coming back with a blanket that he laid over you and sully “the drugs I gave him will keep him out for a while sooo have fun, use protection~” he cooed out before walking off.

Maybe sully did need a vacation to get away, the people here were weird

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #mafia oc #sully

[throwawayfish]

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader, angst, language, alcohol use, fighting, lowercase intended, typos for sure

a/n: gifs are mine unless otherwise noted :)

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

flustered by what just happened, the alcohol in his system seemed to immediately fade away. jj stood up in attempt to go to where you’re at but was stopped by john b.

“you don’t wanna do that.” he snapped his head in his best friend’s direction “what the fuck do you mean?!” he asked as he watched the three sit uncomfortably by how he was acting

“you’re drunk, jj! besides, if you’re going to the terminal she’s probably not there anymore. and it’s definitely not good for the two of you to talk based on your state. wait til tomorrow.” he shook his head, getting out of the grip that kie had on his arm.

“i shouldn’t have forgotten. why didn’t you remind me, pope?” pope’s eyes widened, raising both his hands up from the accusation and disbelief “woah woah woah! as far as i know i reminded you multiple times! it’s not my fault you forgot because you got too distracted by alcohol, so don’t put this on me.”

hot tears stained the corners of jj’s ocean eyes. ruffling his hair out of frustration, he leaned forward and held his knees to support himself from falling.

as the pogues sat in silence, contemplating on what to do with the situation at hand, pope’s phone chimes. everyone looked at him, watching his every move as he looked at the message.

y/n ✨

hey. i’m not feeling so great so i might not be able to go. i hope you guys have fun and wish jj a happy birthday for me.

he forgot. i know you reminded him more than i asked so don’t beat yourself up over it. thank you.

pope looked at his friends and put his phone back on his back pocket. covering for you, he said that it’s extra details on his upcoming scholarship interview.

of course none of them believed it. details for his interview came in emails. they let it pass, except for the blue eyed pogue.

by this time the boneyard was filled with more people than minutes ago. the ones who arrived early not caring about what or who the kegger was for anymore as they went off to be with their friends or find a random person to hook up with.

a sudden wave of change flooded his insides, heaving a deep breath, he stood up straight and smiled “you know what, fuck it. it’s my birthday, i can do whatever i want.”

the car was silent the whole ride from when he picked you up. rafe not bothering to ask you how you are because he didn’t want to be the cause of you reaching your breaking point.

but you knew he was there for you. you knew why he wasn’t talking, and you appreciated that.

peace doesn’t come easily it seems as the only road leading to your place is by the place where the kegger was being held. you sighed deeply, observing the bonfire that was lit with all the people scattered around the beach.

the road was not too far from the sand, so you can still see who was who. and there, nearest to the fire, you saw him. dancing with kie, spinning her around as if she was the only girl in the world.

the floodgates of emotions opened in a snap. your cheeks quickly hurting from the salty liquid that was coming out of your eyes. you stifled your cries as you continued to look out the window, not wanting the boy beside you to notice and likely worry.

but your breathing was getting heavier, making it harder to keep your sobs in. so you let go.

but he knew, and instead of provoking you to open up he just let you be because he knew that you would eventually break and he was ready to comfort you.

“you should talk to him.” he advised, you looked straight on the road and he continued “sort it out. because if your relationship is going downhill you damn well don’t deserve the treatment he’s giving you.”

“you don’t reckon i’m unreasonable right? you know, for feeling this way?” he dismissed your question with a laugh “fuck no! he fucked up and you’re not the one at fault here. trust me.” you hummed in response and just leaned you head back

though clouded up with emotions, it was a comfortable car ride. when he pulled up in front of your house you gave him a hug “i cannot even imagine how a jerk like you became friends with me. thanks rafe.”

“well you’re the who keeps me in line so” he answered in a matter of fact tone. “drive safe, kook.” you said as you got out of the car and ran inside your house.

you slammed the door shut and leaned your back on the door. you heard the engine rev the sound decreasing as the car got further. you mustered up all the strength you had left from being drained the whole day and pushed yourself to walk to your room.

“come on, y/n. pull yourself together.”

a loud banging on your front door woke you up from your slumber. you didn’t mind it a first as you were used to people joking around in the middle of the night.

you were about to fall asleep once again when you recognized who it was outside the thin walls that kept you from the outside “y/n i’m not playing. open the door!”

approaching the door was a challenge. trying to be as quiet as possible was difficult as you didn’t want to let the boy know that you’re near. but when you heard him stumble and hit hit himself by the door, you immediately opened it to see him pulling himself up.

“it’s two in the morning, jj! are you out of your mind?” you asked as you crossed your arms. your sleepiness faded away as you watched him mockingly laugh “i’m the one that’s out of my mind?! you’re the one who cannot make a decision!”

you furrowed your brows, trying to comprehend what he was saying but nothing was coming to light “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“cut the bullshit, y/n! i saw you with barry’s pet!” your breath hitched, your lips that was now drained in colour parted, but no words were formed.

“yeah...yeah. i saw you with rafe! you sneaking around with him huh?!” his voice was getting louder by the minute. which caused you to pull him by his shirt and drag him inside the house as you slammed the door.

“rafe saw me and decided to ask how i’ve been. which i gladly answered and started a conversation because my boyfriend can’t even do such thing!” you answered, matching his level of rage.

“so you just contradicted what you said about cutting ties with him? i can’t believe you.” you sat at the arm of the couch, not trusting you legs anymore to support you

“here you are, with the audacity to change this issue and turn the blame on me. jj you forgot to pick me up from work. i don’t know if you did it on purpose or not but it doesn’t even matter now does it.” you muttered in statement. he groaned as if he didn’t know what to say anymore. the alcohol inside him adding fuel to the fire.

“it’s not like i pick you up everyday from work! you can handle yourself. what makes now any different?” that when you got confirmation. he did forget. so much for making it up to you.

“we were supposed to have dinner asshole! instead you got drunk as if you’re gonna die if you didn’t start early enough!”

“damn it, y/n! you couldn’t let me have this day to myself? the one day i get to enjoy myself!” your tears fell, the words you had at the tip of your tongue you know will surely break your heart any second.

“you have fun with kie?” you bit your bottom lips as you tried to stop your sobs the second time that night. he headed for the door, obviously avoiding the topic, like he always did when it came to kie.

the two pogues looked at the brunette girl, watching her expressions as they questioned her internally as neither of them knew what was going on between her and jj.

all they know was the two bonded over surfing, more and more the past few days compared to before. they didn’t mind, anyone can be closer if bonded by hobbies, but now they were wondering why kiara always gets roped in the conversation when it came to you and jj. even rafe noticed it, it’s impossible if both boys didn’t.

“tell me, kie. you and jj?” john b asked as he fought his thoughts telling him to keep quiet.

“i would never do that to y/n.”

“so why are you being mentioned? if you have nothing to do with this.” john be queried again. pope listening intently on the side. not saying anything as he didn’t want to blow a fuse.

“it hurts me too, okay?! it hurts to know i’m somehow one of the reasons they fight. but jj is the one who comes to me. sure, i ask him for favours but i tell him to come whenever he’s available. it’s him that pushes y/n to the side.”

“i believe you. but founding principle, no secrets amongst pogues.” he responded as a sentence ender, expecting to not get a reply back from the girl

“sure, but you know to yourself you’re the one who’s keeping secrets from us. sarah, really?”

he was about to answer when they heard shouting from inside the thin walls of your house. them listening to what was going on inside.

“i can’t do this anymore.” he said to himself, but it wasn’t quiet enough for you not to hear. “neither can i!” he stopped in his tracks, and turned around to look at your figure.

“get out and we’re done, j. i don’t care anymore” you pointed out the door for a brief moment and covered your lips from making any sound

it was a bolt out of the blue for jj, he knew that you two would have to go through a difficulty to fix whatever is going on in your guys’ relationship, but he didn’t think you would end it, he overlooked the possibility resulting to him creating harder obstacles to throw in front of both of you.

“y..you’re joking right?” he asked, in disbelief of reality, along with how you mixed a breakup statement with the nickname you only were allowed to call him.

“i’m not. i’m tired. and it seems like you’re just gonna go on with your life without me so it would not be hard for you. get out.”

he looked you in your eyes, trying to catch your gaze but you looked down. because you knew that you would shatter further than the broken glass you already are.

he held the doorknob and opened the door, going out without another word. you stared at the closed door, the quietness of the living room was usually relaxing after a long day of being out and about with your friends but now it was like the silence of the dark room was wallowing with you. and as you laid on the couch you whispered,

“goodbye, j”

as jj walked down the front porch steps, he shook his head at the pogues who was sitting in the opened door van. by the look on the boys face and his gesture they knew what happened. but nobody had the courage to speak up except for john b

“i told you to wait til the morning. you never listen.” he scolded as he got in the driver’s seat. “well it would be the same result no matter what. it wouldn’t have mattered.”

“try again tomorrow or the next day. you both would be cooled off by then.” pope butted in and jj shook his head “can’t you understand?! i just lost her, man!” jj shouted back before continuing

“i just lost her.”

wth was that! next chapter’s the last one so stay tuned for that.

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𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 ➳

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[isabellitah]

Title : Our Wife

Pairing : Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female!Reader x Miya Atsumu

Warning : blood ig, curse words, attempted rape, torture, and mentions of death

Credits : to the artists regarding the drawings of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu found on the banner- i saved them from pinterest I think.

Note : do not copy or repost this anywhere else. I do not write Haikyuu!! fics anywhere else.

Y/n Miya-Sakusa was scared. No- scratch that- you were terrified.

You wouldn’t show it to your captors though- your husbands taught you to never show fear- but Jesus Christ- you were terrified not only for yourself but more so for your unborn child- a child you didn’t even know existed until half an hour before you got kidnapped from your own room. For the past hour that you’ve been tied to a chair in the middle of the room, they haven’t touched your body. The same couldn’t be said for your face. Half of your face was covered in slightly dried blood; blood that came a wound you got when they slammed your head against the edge of your beside drawer to knock you unconscious, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly from when they punched you when you spat at the face of the person who demanded your husbands’ locations and the locations of all your warehouses. The thought alone made you scoff- you’re no rat. Unlike whoever the hell gave your home’s location away. Your husbands were going to be so pissed when they find you gone and your shared room thrashed about.

Sitting on the wooden chair was become a pain in the ass. Literally. You couldn’t even escape because of the metal cuffs attached to your wrists, forearms, and ankles and they took your daggers away. You’re stuck and all you can do it wait. Wait for either your husbands to burst through the door or wait for your promised torture session and possible death.

Minutes- hours- who knows how long later, two men in black barged into the room, startling you from your daydream carrying knives with guns in their holsters. Well... looks like your Omi and Tsumu are too late huh...

“Ready, Princess?” thing 1 with an eyepatch said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, “Boss said we gots to kill ye before yer husbands get here. Ye know, so they barge in ‘ere only to see yer bleeding body. Even better if they get to see yer naked corpse, doncha think?”

“Boss said not to rape her tho-” thing 1 interrupted thing 2, “what boss doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im. And besides- I wanna leave Miya a surprise for stabbing my eye.”

And just as thing 1 started moving towards you, a scream was heard from outside the door and echoed into the room, sending shivers down things 1 and 2’s spines. You, on the hand, smiled. They’re here... fucking finally.

“What was that?” Thing 2 looked around nervously. Huh- he must be new to the business. Poor guy he won’t make it far at this point. Thing 1 shrugged, “eh who cares? There’s no one we can’t kill.” he boasted. Dumb overconfident pig.

Another scream rang through followed by a shout of terror, “THEY’RE HERE!” that was cut off as a loud gunshot echoed through the walls followed by a series of bangs and clangs. The familiar sound brought you off guard- they brought everyone? You were sure that that clang was from Michinari’s favorite weapon- his metal bat. Where were you and who took you that they felt it necessary to have everyone here? You were brought out of your train of thoughts when you realized that all of a sudden everything and everyone was silent. All you can hear was your own heartbeat.

“Ah fuck it-” thing 1 looked at your form with a crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Dude what are you-”

“Well it’s obvious we won’t make it out alive-”

“Wait what?”

“-might as well have fun before we die, ey?”

With that said he closed the gap between you two. You felt your mind blank as tears started forming in your eyes. The moment he ripped Atsumu’s shirt from your person, the tears fell along with the loudest scream you could muster, “OMI! ATS-” you were cut off as thing 1 smacked your cheek with the butt of his gun, “shut up ye lil bitch. Yer not leavin til I get my f-”

Thing 2 was suddenly down- a hole on the side of his head. None of you even heard the door open so that meant Shinsuke was here- well him or Rintarou since they’re the stealthiest in your family.

Thing 1 suddenly stood up straight and placed his hands up with his palms up and blocking your view from whoever was with you two in the room, “hey uhhh I was forced to do this, mates- it- it wasn’t anything personal, yea?” Sat on a wooden chair in just your undergarments and the remnants of one of your husbands’ shirt, you let a small smile appear on your face. They’re here. You and your little bean are safe now.

Rintarou stepped out of the shadows and from his voice you could tell he looked bored, “so... where is she?”

Thing 1 shook his head, having lost his voice the moment his eyes met the bored yet malicious ones of one Suna Rintarou- one of the deadliest assassins of the Inarizaki family, and prayed that the fox wouldn’t notice your bleeding form behind him.

The moment you let out a sob, he pushed thing 1 away and squatted in front of you. And he was not happy with what he saw was done to you-

He saw your bloody and bruised face. He saw your shaking hands and the tears you let flow from your eyes. But what angered him the most was the fact that someone he viewed as his little sister lost the brightness is her eyes.

Any chance the idiot had with reasoning with him was gone.

“Congratulations, idiot. You’ve secured a spot in our personal dungeon.” Rintarou smiled as he heard a sharp thump before the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground, “you didn’t hit him too hard, did you, Shinsuke-san?”

“Not hard enough.”

“Ok- let’s get these off of you before your hubbies come in here,” with that said both men started unlocking the cuffs trapping you onto the chair. After freeing you, you were immediately hit with the feeling of fatigue and let your body fall onto the person closest to you. Shinsuke caught your semi-limp body and immediately became worried but calmed down as he felt your breaths. He arranged your position so that you were laying across his lap, facing the roof of the cell. Rintarou settled himself beside Shinsuke after texting Kiyoomi your location- receiving an immediate reply that they’ll be there as soon as Atsumu is out of his blood haze. Shinsuke brushed his hand through your hair but immediately stopped when you whimpered, “hit- t-table- home.”

The two men exchanged worried glances when you stared up at them with your eyelids slowly closing. Rintarou tapped your cheek, “Y/n-chan, stay awake- how do you feel right now?”

“Aish of all the questions Rin-”

“B-baby...”

“Kiyoomi-san and Tsumu will be he-”

“M-my baby...” their eyes widened as you shakily placed your hand onto your tummy before falling limp in Shinsuke’s arms. He refrained from panicking when he saw your chest still rising and falling in patterns- you probably fainted from exhaustion.

“Holy shi-”

“Y/N!”

The moment the two saw your limp body they assumed the worst- but as Atsumu was about to yell out his rage and sorrow, Osamu appeared from the shadows and hit the back of his head, “she’s breathing, you moron.”

“I knew that, shitface.”

“Who ya callin’ shitface, ya pig?”

“Who ya callin’ a pi-”

“Aran,” Kiyoomi calmly spoke as he turned to face the hitman- ignoring his husband and brother-in-law, “lead the way out- make sure that there will be no delays. We must take Y/n to Motoya immediately- we don’t know the extent of her wounds- however they look... less than favorable as of the moment.”

At the reminder of your current condition, the twins shutted up, “Osamu,”

“Yeah, Omi-san?”

“Bring that thing with us.” was muttered with great disdain while his finger was pointed towards the unconscious thing 1.

And so they left the building covered in blood with neutral faces.

They may not show it but they were livid.

They didn’t miss your tear and blood stained face nor the the fact that your shirt was ripped right down the middle.

They knew what was going to happen to you had they been a second late.

“Hitoshi and Heisuke are already tracking the rats- we’ll have them in the basement by tonight,” informed Kiyoomi’s trustworthy gunsmith, Tsukasa Iizuna.

“They better- only question now is who gets first dibs on the assholes.”

As they settled into the car, Shinsuke told them the news of your latest surprise. He knew that they’d go even more ballistic were they to find out during the check-up from Motoya. But since they were in a closed and moving car with you on their laps, they couldn’t really do much except stiffen and let their rage grow stronger- and he looks forward to seeing what they’ll do to the bastards tonight. Shinsuke, above all things, is a man of honor- and what he hates above all things, are traitors.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! PLEA- AHHH” Thing 1 screamed as Kiyoomi dug his dagger deeper into the man’s shoulder- forming a hollow hole of sort.

“Just a little more... I want to see if your bones are clean or if they need to cleansed as well-”

“Omi-omi~ I want my turn !” whined Atsumu as he crossed his arms and pouted at his husband.

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “you had your turn five minutes ago when you spilled acid onto his legs- it’s my turn now.” with that said, Kiyoomi ripped his dagger from the man’s flesh without a warning and grabbing a bowl from the prisoner’s ‘meal’, poured the bowl of scalding hot soup into the hollow flesh.

And as the man wailed, the two traitors squirmed in fear as they awaited their turns.

“We don’t usually go to this extent but what can we say...”

“No one messes with our wife.”

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You're doing prompts! Yesss you have no idea how happy that makes me cause I love you're writing so so so much its so amazing soo yayyyyyy 🥳🥳 can I request prompt 32? Things you said I wouldn't understand. Maybe some wolfstar? I'm just a slut for your fics so I would probably die if you wrote this. Even if you don't that's fine I never wanna pressure you soo yeah love you 💕💕

~Notes: Gorgeous, this message is literally so fucking kind and I am absolutely SOBBING!!!! You are such a fucking gorgeous soul! And this means the galaxy! And I’m sorry! This screams angst, but I had a really really fucking awful day, so I just wanted to escape with some fluff :( But if you want me to redo I promise I will! Or you can send me another prompt and I’ll write angst! I adore you!!!

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Sirius realizes on an ordinary Tuesday morning as he spills the chocolate chips into the batter of the first batch of flapjacks, that he and his husband of over a decade haven’t had a date night for three months.

Three! Ruddy! Months!

THat’s completely not on! especially considering that now that the twins have entered their terrible twos they’ve barely had any energy at all  to go beyond furtive hand jobs and messy kisses in almost just as long. Sirius misses his bloody husband damn it!

“Daddy?” Angelica asks with owlish eyes  from where she and her younger brother, Teddy, are standing on either side of him with their expectant  plates in hand. “You look peaky.”

“Like you’re gonna puke,” Teddy tacks on helpfully, his ordinarily tawny curls  turning a putrid shade of  green just to emphasize his point. And Sirius silently reminds himself to tell Tonks off for teaching his kid such rude gestures once she gets back from her honeymoon with that Muggle bird of hers.

“Oi, you guys are going to make your old man feel like he’s the Hogwarts squid if you keep on.” Sirius tells them with a soft tug on Angelica’s ponytail and a cluck of a tongue directed towards his son.

“You’re father’s probably still just getting use to the time difference after getting back from the states.”

Sirius straightens up— pulse spiking in that way it always has around Remus ever since they had first begun to go out as fifth years— and spots him padding into the kitchen, beautifully sleep rumpled and cradling a babbling Maeve in one arm, while her twin, Matthew, toddles along side them with a meaty thumb in his mouth. Though he immediately begins sprinting towards Sirius once realizing that he’s finally home from teaching those Americans the newly enhanced defense tactics that the British Aurors have been utilizing to successful degrees.

“THere’s my Matty,” he crows, lifting him up in the air and blowing a raspberry into his belly while the toddler squawks with glee.

“Daddy home! Daddy! Daddy!”

“And he brings with him enough noise to rival the frog choir,” Remus notes absently.

Sirius waggles his tongue over at him, heart stuttering when he watches the morning sun spilling through the wide partition and unspooling golden in Remus’s hair. “You need it, gorgeous, considering you couldn’t wake up to your own ruddy alarm.”

Remus smiles in that abashed way that’s always been more devious than most give him credit for, “It’s the seventh year Ravenclaws, I think they will actually end up giving me an aneurism with how much extra they write in the essays.”

“Alas, I’m too pretty to be a widow,” Sirius sighs, tossing Matthew up in the air once more and cradling him into  his arm before walking over to Remus and dipping down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve missed you.”

“You could’ve woken me up you know,” Remus mumbles, shifting from foot to foot while sliding Maeve into her high chair. “The moon’s not til tomorrow night.”

Sirius ducks his head, scratching the back of it with appropriate diffidence. “I just didn’t want to disturb you, love.”

Remus doesn’t catch his eye as he begins to walk over to the counter and brings the other portions of the meal to the table, lips pinched and shoulders stiff. “I’m not a total invalid, Sirius. I could welcome my husband home after a week apart.”

“What’s that mean, Tad?” Teddy asks, oblivious to the undercurrent of hurt in his father’s tone and  energetic as always while scrambling into his own seat around the breakfast nook, wide eyes glowing with that easy mirth that Sirius is thankful every day his children can feel without any lingering ghosts. “A, erm— In—valvid."

“It means your Tad’s a bit brassed off at me, Ted.” Sirius answers for him, affecting a light hearted cadence. "And that I better get round to finishing up breakfast or else he’ll give me that stiff upper lip of his.”

Remus pins him with a glare from over his shoulder while Sirius sets Matthew into his own seat besides his sister, but his features are softened and Sirius knows that it means he’s close to being forgiven.

“Daddy can I have blueberries in mine,” Angelica asks as he returns to the oven.

“Course, jellybean,” Sirius answers, adopting the pet name that Hope had called her granddaughter ever since they had brought her back from the hospital eight years ago. Sirius loved it even more once finding out that it was actually a reference to some sort of Muggle treat that Remus use to eat by the handfuls as a lad.

“OmyChocomydadzee,” Ted yells towards them with a wedge of cheese in his mouth before sticking his fork into the plate of sliced fruit so to waggle it in front of a giggling Maeve.

“Sorry, son, I don’t understand trollish. Or is that some sort of highly advanced Metamorphmagus language that your Aunty Dora has been teaching you on the sly that we lowly, ordinary wizards couldn’t possibly understand?”

Teddy rolls his bright eyes with a huff, swallowing down pointedly before speaking again. “Only chocolate in mine, just like Tad!”

“Manners, Ted, remember please and thank yous.” Remus says, long suffering as he eases down into his own seat and sips from the mug of coffee that Sirius had already prepared for him. “Though yes, I’d like mine to be chocolate too, Sirius, if you’re taking orders.”

Sirius grins indulgently at them before peering down to his eldest. “Angie darling, what shall we do with their teeth once they fall out from all that sugar?”

Angelica laughs glowingly, and Sirius brushes back her chestnut bangs with a reverent hand.”The snow warlock outdoors could use it since he’s only got a carrot nose after Matty ate the chocolate frogs we were s’pose to  use for his smile.”

“Brilliant!”

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After they’ve all eaten, Teddy and Angelica race outside to await the Potters amidst shouts of “Shut your trap,” from a peeved off Teddy every time Angelica taunts him over his crush on Effie, and the twins dig into their toy chest in the living room while Sirius and Remus spell away the mess that always ensues after a meal with the Lupin-Blacks.

“Andromeda wants us to bring the Christmas pudding this year,” Remus idly tells Sirius while he enchants the dishes to begin washing themselves with a graceful flick of his wand. Remus ordinarily prefers cleaning them by hand, so Sirius has an inkling that the impending full moon has already  begun aching in his bones. Merlin’s saggy bollocks does he wish this new, experimental potion would just escape the bureaucracy of the Ministry so that the man who is his other half could at least have a small relief.

“Is that along with the wine and fresh cranberry sauce she’s asked for?” Sirius says, saddling up behind Remus, bending slightly so to nuzzle his nose along the hollow of his long neck.

“Mmm, she thought you might say that, and wanted to kindly remind you that she carried a set of twins for us when she was forty even though we promised that Ted would be the last sprog.”

“Pff, as if I’d let potter outdo us.”

“We definitely didn’t let that happen,” Remus snorts. “The twins and Pip will surely be the next generation Marauders, God save Minerva.”

“Exactly!” Sirius sneers, locking his arms around Remus’s torso. “Besides ’s not like it’s our fault Meda’s bloody eggs decided on a two for one deal.”

Remus stifles a laugh, leaning back into the embrace and setting his hand over Sirius’s where he’s begun thumbing small circles against his abdomen. “Yes, well if you’d like to have that argument with her?”

“Oh, she’s full of it. I know that the twins are her favorites, spoils them rotten I tell you Moons.”

“Well it’s hard not to with such cute faces,” Remus says, turning his head slightly so to peer over at the pair of them through the doorway. Maeve is munching on the leg of her barbie and Matthew is clashing together pieces of two completely contradictory puzzles. Sirius swears that his chest might implode with the love he feels for his chaotic, little family.

“Course they’re cute, Moons,” he says loftily instead of the incredibly sappy emotions that are flooding his insides. “They’re are kids, cute is in the genes.”

“Cocky bastard,” Remus snorts before turning around in his arms and kissing him full on the mouth. And yes, the sight of Remus curled around the latest essay he’s meant to be marking up with the baby monitor for the twins’s room clutched in his left fist, was an absolute heavenly sight, but Sirius thinks this more hands on approach is a much more appropriate welcome after dealing with an ocean between them and six nights apart.

“Mmm, does this mean I’m not in the dog house anymore?” Sirius asks hopefully, trailing a path of kisses along Remus’s jawline and stopping at the hinge where it meets his neck so to suck only slightly, reveling in the beautifully familiar taste of his husband.

“You were never in the dog house you daft mutt,” Remus reproves in a voice that could’ve been caustic if it weren’t for his words going breathy half way through and his hands clutching tightly onto Sirius’s shoulders. “’S just— Just… Nothing.”

Sirius feels his stomach twist, pulling off of him with a scowl set on his face, and refusing for Remus to just brush this aside, the way he’s always want to do instead of talking about anything that actually might be hurting him. Like he’s afraid that his sodding feelings are somehow a burden, the self-possessed bastard.

“Tell me,” he intones, brooking no arguments while he gently takes Remus’s face in hand so he can’t look away.

His gorgeous features twist up, indignant and mulish, but they relax almost just as quickly, a defense tactic that’s melt away almost completely after so long of being intwined with one another in the most intimate of ways.

“Sirius, there was a time that you could hardly keep your hands off of me after being away for less than half as long,” Remus tells him, voice wavering only slightly. “And I understand if it’s getting tiring having to parent around the moon’s schedule—“

“What the bloody fuck are you talking about,” Sirius really meant to listen to him all the way through, he did! But he can’t help just how furious he got at the sound of that absolutely ridiculous conclusion Remus has somehow conjured up in his impossible mind. Positively hates how this is still such a point of sensitivity Remus has when it regards to their relationship.

“Sirius—“

“Don’t be a completely idiotic arse, Lupin!” Sirius very nearly shouts, absolutely broiling. “You are the love of my life, and I wouldn’t change a single sodding thing about us! And I swear to Merlin or Morgana or whoever the fuck else, that if you begin speaking such rubbish again, I’ll have to lock you up in our bedroom, and show you just how intensely I mean that.”

Remus’s face has gone flushed throughout Sirius’s diatribe, and his hazel eyes twinkle with that adoring way of his that always makes Sirius’s heart lodge somewhere in his diaphragm. “Lupin-Black.”

“Pardon?”

“You called me Lupin, it’s Lupin-Black now, has been for quite a while.”

Sirius chuckles lowly, feeling his righteous anger  deflate as  he crowds Remus against the kitchen island and presses their foreheads together. “You done being a senseless sod then?”

Remus locks his hands around Sirius’s neck, kisses his cupids bow with a tender earnestness. “You still could’ve woken me up.”

“I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t be exhausted for tomorrow, love.” Sirius reiterates, kissing him with feeling before pulling apart once more. “Though if I’m being totally honest,  I would’ve liked it if you could’ve wanked me off in hello.”

“That’s all you would’ve wanted?” Remus asks smugly, the tip of his index finger tracing idl patterns  against Sirius’s neck.

“Mmm, don’t tease me, Moony.” Sirius tells him before sharing another snog. “I was just thinking earlier on that it’s been three ruddy months since I’ve had you to myself for the entire night.””

Remus’s smile brightens, “Oh yeah? You’ve missed that have you?” He bucks forwards, and Sirius can feel him pressed completely against his front.

“I think I might go mad very, very soon, Mssr Moony if we don’t correct this most awful of grievances.”

Remus laughs fondly, kissing the tip of his nose with a smile on his face. “Well I reckon that the twins are old enough to sleep through the night, and Grandma Lupin is always asking after them.”

Sirius brightens ten fold, “Really?”

“I’m sure the kids won’t mind spending an extended weekend on the Welsh coast.” Remus nods.

“Right, good. Yes! Let’s use that tellamabob thing.”

“But the kitchen’s still a mess.”

“Remus, please have mercy on me,” Sirius begs with his best pleading look until his husband finally relents in that worldweary way of his, even if it’s him who snatches Sirius’s wrist and drags him to that muggle contraption, an excited jittering to his grasp all the while.

Sirius is irrecoverably in love with such a bellend.

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straight up villain (Villain AU)

This is a songfic based on “Villain” by K/DA ft. Madison Beer and Kim Petras. There’s really no plot to it; I started with a vague idea and just went along with whatever my brain told me. It kinda jumps around and I didn’t proofread this at all, so sorry if it’s confusing!

I’d suggest listening to the song and watching the visualizer video because it’s honestly such a vibe. If I could animate I’d totally make a video full of epic fight scenes, but unfortunately I don’t have that talent learned yet.

This version of the song is a little more chill, so if you find the original too intense you can always listen to the slowed one instead.

On the low Only love myself, no more Take you to the grave, I'll ghost I know I can be so cold In the dark Where I like to keep my heart Know I'm all bite, no bark Like to catch you way off guard

A shiver ran down the crime boss’ spine.

His eyes darted around the room, searching through the darkness.

Shadows flickered. He swore he could see movement in them.

The night was crime’s time to rule; people feared the darkness it brought.

Now, he was the scared one.

I'll stay so deep inside your brain And take you somewhere far away

“Who’s there?”

A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, revealing his false bravado.

Shaking hands gripped the gun around his waist, knuckles turning white with pressure.

Creeeakk.

The man whipped around, heart hammering in his chest.

Who—or what—was lurking in the shadows?

A snap echoed through the air as he fired a round.

Silence.

The only sound came from distant echoes of Gotham’s nightlife and the frantic beating in his throat.

He swore he had seen something sweep out in the corner of his vision, if only for a moment.

Perhaps it was the paranoia.

He slowly lowered his gun, shoulders relaxing—

Only to whip around when he felt a phantom hand brush his shoulder.

A pair of eyes flashed in the darkness, gone the next second, but he knew what he had seen, what he had felt.

Icy fear seized his body, taking hold of his limbs.

Something was watching him.

Time to roll the dice, you know I'm the type Type to risk my life, not afraid to die Type to make you cry, type to put a price All up on your head, do just what I said I'm a straight up villain, straight up villain Yeah, no feeling, yeah, no feeling Straight up villain, straight up villain Yeah, no feeling, yeah, no feeling

“Stop toying around.”

The gravelly voice was met with a cackle, almost cat-like in nature.

That was his only warning before it stepped from the shadows: a creature out of his nightmares, shrouded in darkness like part of the night itself.

Sharpened black claws glinted under the streetlights, and dark black orbs pinned him in place as it slunk forward. He couldn’t move, frozen like a deer in headlights.

The thing was so human-like in shape, but it was too monstrous to be one.

A wicked smile spread across its face, and his face blanched as he caught sight of the fangs protruding from the top.

The creature stalked forward like a predator chasing its prey.

Then, it pounced.

I'm alive, but I'm dead Hear my voice up in your head Watch it fill you full of drеad 'Til you go pow

It was common knowledge within Gotham’s criminal underworld that the Arkham Knight worked alone. He played by his own rules, merciless in his distribution of justice.

But lately, it was rumored that the Knight had an ally.

There was no proof of this, no sightings to go by, but there was a subtle shift that could be felt—an underlying sensation of imminent danger.

Gunfights and confrontations lessened, and the Knight’s enemies started disappearing without a trace. No blood, body, or evidence of struggle could be found; it was as if they had simply ceased to exist.

Whoever this new player was, they were dangerous.

Is it really a surprise if I'm playing with your mind And I treat you likе a prize, then I throw you to the side? And am I really that bad if l love to make you mad? And get happy when you're sad, only care about a bag

Jason shook out his hair, metal helmet in his hands, and leveled a glance at his companion.

“Did you really have to take so long to kill him?”

The two were in one of their few safe houses, recuperating after their long night of fighting.

“It’s the thrill of the chase.”

Marinette, no longer transformed, stated this as if it were obvious—which it was. Jason had been with her long enough to understand her concept of fun. She leaned forward and stretched, looking much like the animal after which her magic ring was themed.

“We can’t waste time playing around. There are more important things to be done,” he growled.

Marinette simply giggled, bounding over to bat her eyes at him with mock innocence.

Jason’s eyes narrowed. “You know what you’re doing.”

Her smile grew wicked, arms darting out to wrap around his waist.

“You look so good when you’re mad,” she purred.

Jason leaned down, and their lips met in a kiss.

In control That's how I like it and I'm never letting go, nah Never had a soul (soul) So you ain't taking nothing from me when you go, nah

Crack.

Marinette smirked as her staff made contact with the target’s skull.

Normally she would use Cataclysm for a more swift kill, but the remains were needed in order to send a message to Arkham Knight’s enemies.

They were growing more volatile, more desperate to expose whatever they thought she was.

Phantom Killer, they called her. The name sounded like something out of a badly-written horror movie. Marinette much preferred the one she had already: Reine de L'ombre.

Of course, she didn’t need a title, but Jason had come up with it. She was pleasantly surprised by his naming skills—it meant Shadow Queen, for she was a queen, and Jason her knight, as he put it.

She didn’t feel any remorse as the pile of bodies below her grew. Perhaps this made her soulless, but she didn’t need one anyway.

Marinette had all she wanted right beside her.

I'll stay so deep inside your brain And take you somewhere far away

“...you do what you gotta do, am I right?”

Marinette nodded at the man standing across from her, a smile on her red-painted lips.

He had been leering at her from across the bar the whole night, and although that was the goal, she was still disgusted. He had to be at least twenty years older than her. Heck, he was old enough to be her dad.

The intel she and Jason had acquired said the businessman had a thing for younger women, which was apparent. According to the same source, the company he ran was also a front for trafficking and drug rings.

Marinette wanted to see him bleed.

“How about we take this to my room?”

The comment was abrupt, and Jason would probably kill her for her indiscretion later, but she was getting tired of the man’s blabbering.

Her hand moved up his arm, the expensive material of his suit cool against her fingers. She bit her lips seductively, which seemed to convince him.

Bingo.

Time to roll the dice, you know I'm the type Type to risk my life, not afraid to die Type to make you cry, type to put a price All up on your head, do just what I said I'm a straight up villain, straight up villain Yeah, no feeling, yeah, no feeling (yeah, yeah) Straight up villain, straight up villain Yeah, no feeling, yeah, no feeling

Marinette gritted her teeth as the man tried to reach for her butt again. 

She attempted to stop him by saying she wanted to wait until they entered her room, but he was persistent. She couldn’t wait to get rid of him.

As soon as she opened the door to her hotel room, she shoved him inside and up against the wall. He seemed to be expecting a kiss, but she punched him hard. For a crime lord he certainly wasn’t a good fighter. Maybe it was the drugs she slipped into his drink earlier that contributed to his quick defeat.

Marinette cuffed his arms behind his back with a pair she had stashed earlier. She could have waited for the man to undress so she could ensure he didn’t have any weapons, but she had gone through enough torture already. Her eyes didn’t need to see that.

She turned him around, giving him a smile that promised warmth and kindness, before pulling out a dagger and pressing it to his throat.

“Now talk.”

I'm alive, but I'm dead Hear my voice up in your head Watch it fill you full of dread 'Til you go pow

“Claws in.”

Marinette’s black suit faded away, revealing her now blood-spattered red dress.

She flopped onto the couch, not bothering to remove her shoes or dirty clothing.

After hours of trying to get information out of the businessman, she only managed to wring a few coded phrases from him. He seemed to only be a figurehead of his shady organization rather than its actual leader.

A Cataclysm later and here she was, back to the drawing board.

“Jay?” Marinette called.

It was unusually quiet in the safe house; usually after solo missions they’d greet one another with a kiss. Now, he was nowhere to be seen.

“Jason?”

Silence.

Marinette huffed. She knew exactly what this was about.

Bang, bang You can do anything No fear, no pain Listen to your brain go Go stupid, go dumb, go stupid and Then we go insane, woah Just do what I say Follow me, I'll lead the way

“Are you jealous?”

Jason whipped his head around, caught off-guard by the appearance of his girlfriend in his doorway. It seemed as if she wasn’t wasting any time.

“I’m not jealous. That guy couldn’t get you if he tried.”

“Then why are you mad?”

His jaw clenched.

He wished he hadn’t agreed to let Marinette extract the information alone; Jason almost wished he was there to see the man in pain.

“He was putting his hands all over you.”

“It was for a mission. Besides, I thought you said he couldn’t get me even if he tried?”

Her last words were said with a lilt, and Jason knew she was riling him up. He couldn’t stay mad, anyway—she had a point.

He deflated and leaned forward to brush his lips against her. Marinette smiled into the kiss, then pulled away. She looked him up and down, a glint in her eyes.

“I guess I’ll have to make it up to you, hmm?”

She paused, then wrinkled her nose.

“After I take a shower. I don’t want this guy’s blood on me any longer.”

Maybe they acted stupid sometimes, but the two always followed one another in the end.

Time to roll the dice, you know I'm the type Type to risk my life, not afraid to die Type to make you cry, type to put a price (Woo-ah) All up on your head, do just what I said I'm a straight up villain, straight up villain Yeah, no feeling, yeah, no feeling Straight up villain, straight up villain (Yeah) Yeah, no feeling, yeah, no feeling (Woo-ah!)

Marinette panted deeply, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

A mass of bodies surrounded her, but she wasn’t paying attention. This wasn’t just a battle. It was war.

It was a fight for her life, and she wasn’t going down now.

Reine de L'ombre tore through her enemies like a terrifying force of darkness, one after the other. The Arkham Knight fought by her side, fueled by pure destruction.

Maybe they wouldn’t make it out, but they wouldn’t go down without a fight.

I'm alive, but I'm dead Hear my voice up in your head Watch it fill you full of dread

'Til you go pow

A week later, a couple rose hand-in-hand from the ranks as new rulers of the Gotham Underworld.

Reine de L'ombre and the Arkham Knight—a queen and her king.

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