#luckily he has Michael to tell him exactly that

[ingravinoveritas]

I can't stop thinking about the fact that, of all the roles David could have been nominated for over the years, the one that finally got him the BAFTA nom was Crowley. And it's not just that it was camp, or a love story, or the gayest role imaginable (although all three are quite true). It's that the role of Crowley has become so personal for David. It's that playing Crowley brought him closer to Michael, but even more importantly, it's brought David closer to himself. It's that playing Crowley hasn't merely changed him--it has helped him accept who he always was. And that's something he will have forever, regardless of whether the BAFTAs "accept" him or give him the win.

I really love that for David, on so many levels. I just hope he knows how much he deserves it...

#david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #BAFTAs 2024 #good omens 2 #crowley #sexy ginger demon twink #< now also an award nominated sexy ginger demon twink #bless #and playing Crowley seems to have had such an effect on him #love seeing him become so much more comfortable in his own skin #i just hope David knows that he is lovely #and deserves good things #luckily he has Michael to tell him exactly that #today and every day #thoughts #discourse

[darkuselesssomebody]

𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖'𝕤 - dark!raider!joel miller x reader

complete masterlist

words || 𝟛𝕜

summary || in which the reader wants a valentine's gift, but Joel's not exactly her boyfriend

a/n || i'm so shocked i haven't written dark!joel before?? i love him, your honor. also, for the raider!joel concept, though overall popular for fanfic, i was personally super inspired by @toxicanonymity and @romana-after-dark. they both have fantastic raider!joel content, please check them out!!

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them, this may be triggering content!

➵ technically ooc to joel in the show, but his dark past is hinted at so yeah

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd have a request

warnings || smut/dark (dddne)

➵ !! reader is held captive and is experiencing stockholm syndrome. other women to which the same this is occurring are mentioned !!

➵ dubcon sex

➵ unprotected sex

➵ manhandling

➵ controlling dynamics

➵ slight degradation

“you have to do something for her.”

joel wonders how, as his younger brother, tommy always seemed to be nagging him, instead of the other way around. his face pinches in a scowl.

"the fuck i look like? cupid?" he growls back at his brother, rifle sagging on one of his shoulders, forcing him to readjust. tommy rolls his eyes.

"ya even have john and michael doin' somethin' special for their girls." he reminds joel how the other men in the group, with their own souvenirs, at least showed their consideration of the humanity of these girls on valentine's.

"she probably don't even know." joel grumbles, and tommy snorts.

"oh, she knows what valentine's is. the other girls told her. said she'd have liked some clothes."

"the fuck she need clothes for, ya sayin' i can't dress my girl?" joel, ever defensive, hates being talked down to by his little brother.

he hates more the fact that she seems to tell tommy so much more about herself than she does joel.

"y'can dress her, joel." tommy sighs. "but it won't hurt if she wears somethin' other than yer crusty flannels once in a while."

joel rolls his eyes, but he, luckily, doesn't have to entertain the rest of the conversation. a deer rustles the branches of a tree in the distance. joel's a better shot than his brother, always has been. but he's also less agile. as he's about to shoot, his foot crunches on a stick.

the shot still hits the deer's back, but it's a far cry from the headshot he was aiming for. he swears under his breath, but him and tommy are both already stalking the wounded prey, the same glow of determination and predation in their eyes.

they were still family, after all.

she used to never be able to sit still. pre-apocalypse, that meant she was always either fiddling with something, reading a book, or talking but... in the past few years, it meant a lot more silent stimulation. it was okay, she got by counting petals of flowers to herself or tracing the veins of leaves with her fingers to keep her mind occupied.

but the one thing she'd never given up was company. she'd had family, or friends, in every walk of this horrible turn of events, until 6 months ago.

when she was snatched away from her cruel life by an even crueler man. stripping her of autonomy and privacy were mild in comparison to her loss of company. the only other people in the house leered or jeered in her presence.

she was usually locked away from them anyways. in a tall tower she couldn't even use her hair to escape from; kept captive for the satisfaction and pleasure of a bad, bad man.

that's what made her head spin, though. because he wasn't always. yes, he was always sullen, and scowling, rough around the edges and calloused in his touch. but he wasn't always bad.

he'd fixed the bathtub of the house they were squatting in so she could revel in warmth if he wasn't around.

he risked his life for a new pack of cards and even a few books so she could keep her occupied.

and he would sometimes press gentle kisses to her forehead when he slept beside her, unbeknownst to himself, and without realizing the effect he had on her.

when the other men had started getting antsy about her being the only girl around (with her obvious off-limits status), joel relented and let them bring back their own. it was to avoid mutiny and maintain control, sure, but... it gave her company, too. and that was important to her.

the women would confide in her. first, of their fears and then, of their growing affections for their own men. it made her happy, vindicated.

she wasn't alone in her stockholm syndrome.

she's looking at the flowers that michael got for jessica. it's almost comical, with that kinda man and their kinda relationship. but jess liked it - really liked it - and that's all that mattered. john had promised anna something too, which she was talking about as the front door opened.

a dead deer was carried in by the miller brothers, and then some of the other men helped bring it out back to the shed, where they'd scavenge enough to feed the group for the week. as she always does, she approaches and stands in front of joel, greeting him in a low voice. he regards her with a once over, nodding, before his head tilts incrementally up, signalling to his bedroom.

she nods shyly, retreating to the room on the upper floor as joel delegates some tasks, before coming up to join her. she's looking out the window - barred, 'for her protection'- and he finally speaks up.

"what did ya do?" he asks gruffly, referring to the events in his absence.

"played some cards." she smiles softly as she faces him, "talked to anna and jessica." that makes him grimace a little, and she's confused.

"what about?" she shrugs.

"stuff. john and michael are gettin' them things, i guess?" she says it unsurely, "they say it's for 'valentines'?" she says the word curiously, as if wondering if it was something the 4 had made up, or if it was a real celebration. his grimace worsens: he hates when tommy's right. feigning innocence, he continues,

"what's that, then?" she looks at the floor shyly.

"like... a celebration? of... relationships, partners, that sorta thing." it's vague, but it's all she knows.

"huh." joel doesn't continue it further, and he goes silent, as he looks around the room to change out of his dirty clothes.

she sits on the bed, watching him move around, and with every passing moment of silence, her worry grows. did she say something wrong? was he mad? what happened?

when he finally goes to join her, he manhandles her to face away from him. that only makes her more upset, and she feels the prickle of tears in her eyes, as she lays down, and he joins her a moment later.

laying behind her as she feels a tear roll down her cheek, he doesn't realize how upset he's made her: he'd only asked her to turn around so he could fall asleep with the scent of her hair.

she wakes up after he's already left.

she sighs, rubbing her eyes, that always ended up a little inflamed after she cried. there's a little wetness on her pillow, and she flips it so joel doesn't see.

tommy's downstairs, having saved a fruit for her breakfast. she takes it gratefully, cutting it up and fiddling with the bite-sized pieces.

there's something on her mind - tommy, he notices these things. he wished his brother would, too.

"he's getting supplies." he assures her, knowing what was agitating her. she snaps out of it.

"hmm?" she pops a piece in her mouth, sweetness exploding on her tastebuds as she bites into it, "oh. right, yeah." she realizes what he's saying, "didn't he just get some?" tommy shrugs.

"he likes to go out to the abandoned mall - it clears his head." that makes her squirm.

"is he mad?" she mumbles, and tommy pats her shoulder.

"at you? never."

it wasn't exactly true, she thought. he's gotten mad before: if she talks too much to the others, when she doesn't listen to him, or when she finds herself in danger.

tommy knows joel's not mad in those moments. he's just terrified of what could possibly happen to his girl.

after finishing her fruit, she curls up under the blanket upstairs, wanting some time to herself. humming a melody - she thinks it's one that the guys will sing in an off-key fashion when they get particularly drunk - she tries to occupy herself by counting each of the little plaster bumps in the ceiling, and then all the small flowers on the dingy wallpaper of the room.

she gets to 78 when the door swings open. jolting awake, she makes eye contact with joel, who's looking down at her form under the covers.

"somethin' happen?" his voice is less gruff than usual, and she shakes her head.

"nope. just waiting." she gives him a weak, shaky smile. he doesn't return, but he doesn't click his tongue in annoyance, either. it's a win in her books.

he's got a backpack, and it looks pretty full. she wants to ask what's inside, but she knows he'll tell her if he wants to. he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. she scoots over so he has space.

"let me see you." he instructs, and she sits up, crawling out of the covers. sure enough, she's wearing one of his flannels for warmth, and had slipped into a pair of his boxers instead of her otherwise nonexistent pajama shorts. he's silent for a long moment, before he brings his fingers to examine the material. goddamn, was it old, frayed almost everywhere, and the chest pocket had a hole. he sighs, finally speaking, "comfy?"

she blinks, confused, "huh?"

"'re ya comf'rtable?" he repeats, voice gruffer. she lets out a nervous exhale. was it a trick?

"ye-yes. yeah, i'm comfy." she assure, and he hums.

"heard ya want somethin' new." he finally looks her in the eyes, something he doesn't do all that often. she shuts her eyes, cheeks heating in embarrassment and worry. dammit, tommy, she thinks, knowing the younger man had told joel about her offhand comment on clothes.

"it's fine, i'm happy with this." she splutters out quickly, hoping she won't upset him. he sees right though it though.

"yeah, yeah." he scoffs, waving a dismissive hand, as he gets up. her heart clenches, wondering if he was really angry, when he reaches for the backpack, throwing it at her.

it's not an aggressive throw, and lands on the mattress beside her.

"open it." he instructs, and she swallows thickly, unsure what to expect. the zipper is a little worn, but she eases it open... only to find not only clean but colorful clothes inside. she looks up at him in confusion.

"what...?" and for the first time in a while, there's just a hint of a smirk curling at his lips.

"go try 'em on." he encourages. giddily, she beams as she gets up, taking the bag of clothes into the cropped bedroom. he slumps back on the bed, trying to will away his fatigue. it'd been a hassle to collect all the clothes - more so, to find clean one he thought she'd like - so he leans back, waiting for her to return.

she lays out the clothes on the cramped sink counter space, starting with a simple pair of slightly flared jeans, pairing it with a light blue cropped cardigan. she goes out to show him, an obvious pep in her step.

he looks up as she enters, eyes trailing up and down her body, including the way the outfit fits her curves, and the slight glimpse of midriff.

"don't you look pretty?" he drawls, and, though it almost sounds sarcastic with his hard features, a light smile plays on her lips. she tries on 4 other outfits she could make out of the 10 articles of clothing he got her, and he seems to like each one even better. sure, he'd taken the initiative to ensure all of them were a little revealing - he deserved an eyeful for his hard work, after all - but she seemed genuinely happy, and the bright smile on her face almost rivals the cleavage that she shows off in some of the outfits.

when she shows him the final outfit, he pats the space on the bed next to him, and she obliges, sitting beside him.

"happy?" he finally murmurs, pulling her closer by the hem of her pants, and she nods excitedly.

"very." she assures, softening, "thank you." she doesn't need to clarify her sincerity, as it pours out in her tone. he caresses her cheek with his calloused thumb.

"good girl. you make sure to tell the girls." she almost laughs, knowing she'd show off the gift in the same way jess and anna have been with theirs. he wanted it to be known that fucking michael and john couldn't treat a better than he could, "got one more thing f'r you." he pulls her so she's standing, procuring two more pieces of small fabric from his pockets.

she inspects them, eyes widening a little when she realizes it's lingerie. he glances back at him, and he has a brazen and unashamed glint in his eyes. she's about to make a joke that this one seems more a gift for him than for her, but refrains, obliging with a small nod of her head, and taking it to the bathroom.

she strips out of her clothes, pulling up the lace fabric. the panties are practically a thong, shaping her ass nicely, while the bra enhances and perfects the curve of her tits, a small, red bow in between the cups, matching the bow on the hem of her panties.

she looks hot, and damn, is his taste good.

going back outside, a noise escapes his throat - like a guttural growl. he signals her to turn, and she does, giving her an ample view of her ass. he grabs her by the hips as she does, and she squeaks, as he pushes her down on the bed.

"oh!" she gasps, trying to sit up, but he's on top of her in a moment, mouthing at her neck roguishly, a sloppy trail left in his wake.

her skin erupts in goosebumps, but she knows better than to touch him when he gets like this - his need for dominance forbidding it. her hands grip the covers to ground herself, as his lips trail downwards, cheekily biting the bow of her bra, and taking a nip of her skin along with it. she moans, jolting, and he slaps her thigh - but gently. he's not meaning to hurt her - and trust her, she can tell when he is.

"stay still." he hisses, finally parting from her torso to marvel at her, "good lord, gonna fuck you in all this, sweetheart." he mumbles, more to himself than anything else, as his hands cup her breasts framed in the bra, squeezing softly so as to not damage the material.

usually, he'd revel in pushing her down to choke on his cock, and, when he was feeling more generous, he'd go down on her like a ravenous man.

but he was a simple man, who had been generous enough tonight. and he wasn't putting her in a position where he can't see her in the whole get-up, so the blowjob was out too.

fuck it, he thinks, reaching for the belt of his pants, i need her.

she gets up to help him undo his pants, but he forces her back into laying down, "wanna see you." he grumbles, finally undoing his pants. already hard, he palms his cock, eyes rolling back, "fuck."

he lowers again to shift the slit of the panties to the side, exposing her arousal, swiping his fingers through her mess, making her bite her lip. he wipes it gently on her cheek - a wholesome act, with a backdrop of degradation and depravity. he presses a soft hiss to the bow on her panties, making her shiver, before rising to his full length.

"you want it?" he grunts, as he strokes his cock, adjusting so it's lined up. she whimpers, as he's prolonging both of their suffering just to highlight her need for him. pathetically, she nods, and he laughs - barking and cold. "i can't hear you."

"yes!" she gasps out, unable to hold back anymore. he smirks in satisfaction, shifting his hips forward to bottom out in one stroke.

she cries out, eyes rolling back and head lolling onto the mattress, trying desperately to adjust to the stretch. he doesn't have that same decency, animalistically beginning to move his hips.

a squeal gets caught in her throat, and she cave to her instincts, gripping the wrist of the hand he's holding her waist with, squeezing as an indication of not her pain, but her pleasure.

thankfully, the adjustment was quick, and her surprised squeaks morph into pleasured moans, as he grunts on top of her, eyes raking the way that her tits try to bounce in the confinement of the bra. unusually, he's not annoyed by her touch, and it only makes him move more aggressively, as he can tell what makes her pleasure increase - as she'll squeeze his wrist harder.

"who's making ya feel this good?" he growls, "who takes care f'ya, sweetheart?" she chokes, garbled, broken moans escaping her.

"y-you!" she manages to gasp out, "o-only you, no one else, you - you take care of - of - oh, fuck!" she squeaks, feeling the pressure of her orgasm, "gonna - can i please - please-?!" she begs nonsensically, but he understands her - of course he does. she's his girl, after all.

"cum, sweetheart." he assures through gritted teeth, "who's making you cum?"

"y-you-" she cuts herself off with a cry as she cums, body stilling and legs trembling, as he continues to thrust and she rides out the orgasm.

he follows right after her, the squeeze of her cunt around sending his body into overdrive. collapsing on the bed beside her, the two remain silent for a minute to catch their breath.

finally, he clears his throat, getting up, and pulling her up, too. "go, clean up." he instructs, voice less gruff and softer, asking her to do something for her own good as opposed to his, "then change. don't think i can do another round right now." he knows that if he sees her in the outfit for longer, he'd get hard again.

with a woozy head, she does as he says. when she changes, though, she decides against the clothes that he bought her. she loves them, of course, but their either too coarse or flashy for night-time wear.

besides, they don't provide the precise comfort of stability that the flannel and boxers she puts on again does. though she tells herself she's not sure why joel's clothes seem more comforting than the new clothes, she's lying.

she feels more comfy in them because they smell and feel like him.

he's already knocked out when she exits, sleeping on his side, having evidently left the perfect amount of space for her to curl into his side, pulling his arm over to cradle her.

she knew he would always take care of her.

#joel miller #joel miller oneshot #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #dark!joel miller #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #pedro pascal #valentines 2024

[silassinclair]

Michael's Girl PT. 3 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: You're put to the test by David to see if you are truly worthy of being a vampire. And you witness a horror you could never imagine. CW: Blood, Gore, Vampires being Vampires

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Tonight was a night of celebration. Music blasted from Paul's boombox, Dwayne was doing skate tricks around the fountain, and Marko had returned with some food.

"Chinese again? Seriously? You better not be do what I think you're gonna do David." Michael said and looked over at the leader with an annoyed look.

David only shrugged. "What Michael? Worried your little girlfriend really isn't up for it?"

Michael glared at the blonde. Meanwhile you looked back and forth at the two in confusion. What exactly did David do to Michael? Your boyfriend didn't go into specifics with his whole vampire transformation process but you assumed it wasn't fun.

"She'll take whatever you throw at her, trust me. She's tougher than she looks. Brave too." Michael smiled pridefully and kissed your head.

David looks you in the eyes as he ushers for Marko to come forward with the food. "I can tell Michael. After all she did walk into a vampires den knowing full well the dangers of it all. She'll fit into our pack perfectly if she can pass my tests."

Marko handed everyone a white box carton of rice and noodles. While Michael ate his noodles with a fork you used chopsticks like David.

"So Y/n, how do those worms taste huh?"

The girl looked down at her open box of noodles, or rather, wiggling earth worms. She felt like she wanted to gag, she just ate one! But it didn't taste like worms, it still tasted like noodles. This had to be some kind of trick, most likely why Michael looked bothered when Marko brought back Chinese food.

You look up at David with a smirk of your own. "They taste divine David."

Vampires were still a mystery to you. But you assumed that some vampires had special abilities. Meaning that this was most likely an illusion created by David to scare you. However it didn't work, you saw right through it.

Taking another bite of the "worms" Paul and Dwayne started laughing.

"Damn! Tough chick dude. She didn't even gag. Unlike our buddy Mikey here, remember the first time David fucked with your head and made you think you were eating maggots? You coughed that shit up so quick!" Paul said while pointing his fork at Michael. Michael only rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. I didn't know alright?"

David smiles as he continues to eat his food. “You got guts girlie. You passed my first test. It’ll only get more difficult from here on…”

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This week has been absolute INSANITY for me. First David makes me hang off the bottom of a bridge while a train comes by and I FALL but luckily he catches me, and second… Well second is about to happen soon I think.

I’m holding onto Michael while he follows along with the rest of the boys on their bikes. No one told me where we were going but only that this was one of the final tests. And I was nervous. Eventually we reach a clearing in the woods ways outside of the boardwalk. A giant bonfire is lit and surf nazi punks are dancing around the giant flames as a boombox plays music.

The boys and Michael get off their bikes and climb up a tree to scout out the surf nazis.

Less fluidly and easily as them I also climb up the tree. Dwayne sees me struggle and takes my hand to help pull me up the rest of the way.

“Thanks..” I mutter. He only nods.

I feel Michael's hands grab my hips and he helps move me so I sit next to him on a large branch. The other boys stand menacingly, their eyes glow in as they look at the flames of the bonfire the surf nazis dance around.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. Michael gives me a sympathetic look and I know that something bad is about to happen.

"This is your second to final test." David says with his signature sly smirk. "Let's see if you can handle what you're about to witness."

"After all-" Paul cuts in, "This is gonna be your everyday life. So don't get queasy on us okay dolly?"

I nod nervously. The tension grows tight around me. The five boy's auras have changed, I can feel it. Something is different. I look up worriedly at Michael only to gasp slightly when I see his vampiric face again. I look around at the others, all of their features sharp, eyes yellow, and teeth pointed.

They were gonna eat these people.

Right in front of me.

"Let's go boys!" David hollers and in the blink of an eye all five of them swoop down and pounce on their victims. Blood flies, flesh rips, heads roll. The scene was absolutely vile. The boys ate like animals, they didn't hesitate to rip limbs and let the blood fly. Michael however ate more neatly, for my sake most likely. Frozen I was, perched up on the branch where I sat.

My mind felt blank. Watching people of my own species get torn apart by pure predators. Human kind was the top of the food chain, but tonight proved to me otherwise.

When every nazi was dead all the boys but Michael cheered. Blood covered their clothes and gore and bones scattered about. My heart was racing and I knew they could hear it. It thumped like a battle drum, and I was ready to surrender that battle and run away. My legs had a mind of their own and screamed at me to run. Run away from the danger.

But my mind knew better. If I ran now then I would fail. And if I fail then I fail Michael and our relationship. I can't back down now, not after all I went through.

I hop down from the tree and approach Michael. My legs shake for every step I take closer to where the massacre occurred. I feel the crunch of bone snap under my shoe and I flinch.

"Y/n are you okay?" Michael asks worriedly. His face was morphed back to his human one, but blood was still smeared across his lips and the hands that held me.

My mind felt like it was floating away, but Michael caught it and brought it back to me with a kiss to my cheek. Snapping out of it I shakily reply, "I-I'm fine... After all this is what I'm gonna see for the rest of eternity right? So I better get used to it." I laugh light heartily.

"The sound of your heartbeat says otherwise." David says. He stands behind me with his three brothers beside him. Their hair is disheveled and even more blood coats their clothing and skin.

Michael gently holds me to him, his arms around me protectively hugging me to his waist. "She passed the test David, she didn't scream or run off. And it's only natural for her to be afraid, so give it a damn break."

"Oooo" Marko giggles, "Mikey's defending his girl. We've never seen you so ticked off before."

Paul and Dwayne laugh too but are silenced by David. "He's right. She passed, but let's see if she'll change her mind after seeing what she saw tonight."

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You couldn't sleep. Even with Michael holding you protectively under the covers you still couldn't sleep. How could you? Every time you closed your eyes you heard the screams of men and saw their parts ooze and fly. Flashes of the boys and their vampiric faces, their teeth sinking into the flesh of human beings.

"Baby..." Michael said tiredly. His rough hands rubbed up and down your bare arm. "Your heartbeat is loud... What's wrong?" Michael says as he rubs the sleep form his eyes.

"What do you mean 'what is it?'" You say with a firm frown. "I saw people die tonight Michael. I know I shouldn't be fazed by it but I am! I'm scared!"

Your boyfriend leans up and tries to look at your face, but you're turned away.

"Please look at me baby. Don't turn your back to me now. Especially not now."

You turn around to face him and he softens. You've been crying. Red swollen eyes and puffy cheeks.

"Don't tell yourself that you have to not feel fazed. Because it's your human instinct telling you something is wrong, and that's okay. Let yourself be scared, let yourself cry, I'll be here for you the whole way through okay?"

Letting out a shaken breath you let yourself crumble against Michael's bear chest. Broken hiccups and sobs escape your lips and Michael combs his fingers through your hair.

"Shhh shhh shhh, it's okay baby. You're gonna be okay. I know you're scared, I understand because I've been there too. But it won't be so bad, I won't leave your side okay?"

You nod against Michael's chest, not wanting to be even a millimeter apart from him.

"I know I can do this Michael... But I don't have it in me to take someone's life."

Michael thinks for a moment. Until he calms your nerves by gently petting your head. "I think I have a temporary solution." Michael says.

"Like what?"

"Well, what if for the first weeks that you're a vampire, I'll make the kills for you? All you have to do is eat what I kill. You can do that right?"

"Uhm." You think for a moment. Eating people was okay to you if you were a vampire, that part didn’t gross you out like you expected it would. Just the killing factor frightened you.

“That’ll work.” You respond with a hesitant smile. “But will David be okay with that?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Screw David. If my girl wants to take it slow and easy for her first weeks of being a vampire then she can. David can go crawl in his cave and pout all he wants for all I care.” His hands caress your face, fingertips gliding along all his favorite features.

You place a kiss to his fingers when they glide across your lips. “Thank you Michael. What would I do without you?”

He only smiles and brings your face forward for a warm kiss.

You woke up not to the sun, but instead sunset. Michael also rose and stretched with a yawn.

“Hey baby, sunrise and shine.” He says with a corny grin.

Instead of getting up like your boyfriend you hide under his bedsheets. “I’m never gonna get used to your vampire schedule.”

He laughs lightly and kisses your hair that peeks from the top of your sheets. “That’s what I thought at first, but soon enough you’ll adjust just fine. Now come on baby, we gotta go to the cave and meet the guys to see if you’re ready to drink from the bottle.”

You assumed the bottle he was talking about was the bottle of blood he was tricked into drinking.

"So it really is blood huh?" You say and poke your head out through the bundle of blankets you took sanctuary under.

Giving you a sad smile Michael embraces you through the bundle of blankets you're under, making you get warm fast.

"Mhm. Yeah it's true sweetheart. But it isn't so bad. Maybe you can take a hit off of Paul's blunt to make it not as bad? That's what I did at least." Michael grins cockily as he rocks you back and forth.

"Michaeeelll" You whine, "I'm still nervous."

In one sudden motion he rips the blankets off of you making you scream and curl in on yourself to keep whatever warmth you still have inside. Suddenly your boyfriend huffs and picks you up with his strength.

"Michael stop it! Put me down you big stud!" Though you're smacking him to put you down your laughter counters your physical attacks on him.

"No can do baby, gotta shake the nerves outta you."

Michael then holds you like a bride and rocks you back and forth like a baby, making you blush embarrassingly bright.

"Okay okay stop rocking me! I'm not a baby you buffoon!" You start to flail around more in his arms making him grunt and plop you down onto the bed.

Michael gives you his million dollar smile and quietly asks, "You feeling better now?"

Sitting on your knees you sit up and press a soft kiss to Michael's chin. "Yeah, you're little therapy worked surprisingly. I'm surprised I didn't get motion sick!"

Michael rolls his eyes and grabs your hands to help you off the bed in one swift swoop.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get you turned babe."

(sorry this was short yall. Kinda rushed and I wanted to get David's silly shenanigans out of the way. Not proof read btw.)

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys

[rootsofdread]

I was just scrolling through random tags and I found your stuff and I'm obsessed!

Could I request killer! reader (preferably gender neutral or male) with Michael Myers? Michael Myers is in love with them, stalks them all the time and later he finds out that they are obsessed with him too :) I think that would be adorable haha

this was kind of a cute one! i liked writing it <33

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael doesn’t much care for the other killers. He’s never really gotten along with anyone, and they aren’t much different. But you — he’s always felt some kind of way about you. That’s why he started stalking you and following you around, to find out what exactly it was that he was feeling and why. He hasn’t felt much of anything aside from real murderous rage.

He figures out it must be…Affection, that he’s feeling. This only encourages him to get closer to you, because you make him feel something he's never felt before. You'll almost always be able to see him lurking around over your shoulders.

You let him do what he likes, observing you from a distance. You know he's not much of a talker and you know that letting him know that you know he's there won't do anything. Luckily, this gives you the opportunity to watch him from a distance too.

He never realizes that you're doing the exact same thing that he's doing. Sure, he caught your eyes a few times, but he never would consider that you're watching him, that you know where he is or what he's doing. He does get a little confused when he can't find you outside of trials — he's always sure he has your schedule down. But the Entity is unpredictable.

You have to outright tell him that you've been watching him. Me? — he points at himself — and you nod. He feels touched, almost, to find out that you liked him just as much as he liked you. Maybe this whole love thing won't be so bad after all.

#inbox #michael myers #gender neutral reader #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #michael myers x reader #the shape x reader

[pinkluver93]

The Triangle of Pizza and Love

Told ya I felt that inspiration! Well, I acted on it, and here is the result. Enjoy!

Summary: This continues two months after “Finding Time”. Nasir and the Ovenist are dating, but not publicly. However, nothing gets past Dr. Michael Keh, who has a secret of his own. Nasir X Ovenist X Keh.

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It’s after 10 p.m. and Dr. Keh has just finished closing his shop. He grabs his things and walks out the door, locking the door behind him. He gets to his car, opens the door and sits inside. Instead of turning on the car and driving home like most people, Dr. Keh likes to sit in his car in silence and admire his pizzeria, humbling himself. 

“I’ve come so far since Ambrosia. No Ovenist in this town is amazing like I am. No one. I am and always will be above all of the regular people in this world.” 

He takes his phone out of his pocket. 

“Before heading home, let’s see all of the “regs” out there buzzing about my astonishing business and I, as per usual.” 

Keh chuckles heartily to himself (“Regs” are regular people that are not and never will be Keh.) as he scrolls through the posts on his feed. He smiles to himself as he reads all the posts. Finally, he stops on a post that stands out to him. 

“that ovenist from (Your Pizzeria) is totally taken, you know. I saw them with some guy. DM me if u want more info!” 

Keh scoffs. “Please. They’re not with anyone.” He looks around at his surroundings to make sure he was alone. “They’re going to ask me out soon enough, maybe. No one is a better companion than I, THE Dr. Michael Keh!”  

He reads the comments, which he assumes are speculation, and throws his phone down in anger. 

“I don’t need to waste any more of my precious time reading nonsense. I need my beauty sleep.” 

He starts his car and drives home. 

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As soon as you walk inside your place, you lay down on your bed, exhausted from the day. You still had your work clothes on, with dried sauce stains that missed the apron. Luckily it wasn’t the pesto sauce today, since your pesto sauce is incredibly strong.  You almost let yourself fall asleep but.... 

“Oh shoot, I gotta call Nasir!” 

You remembered that you had to call Nasir so he knew you were home safe and sound. When you two agreed to be a thing, Nasir was well aware of your late work hours and wanted to make sure you were alive and okay. You two also had to keep your relationship on the down-low for now (the investigation just ended recently and Nasir had to go undercover again for work). This meant that you each cherished the time you two were able to talk and spend together. 

You dial Nasir’s number and he answers on the third ring. 

“Hey (your name),” Nasir sweetly said. 

You blush and chuckle. “Hey you. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you saying my real name.” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your laugh either. How was the drive?” 

“It was fine,” You say. “I’m glad I got home before the skies opened up. People drive like crazy in the rain.” 

“Yeah,” He said. “People are just so reckless because they’re always in a hurry.” 

You yawn. “Exactly.” 

“I know I said I want you to call me when you get home each day you work, but if you’re ever too tired, don’t feel like you’re forced to do it.” 

Your heart stops to a halt, and you swallow. “Oh, so you don’t want me to call you?” 

“No no no, it’s not that! I just-” Nasir pauses and sighs. “I don’t wanna pressure you into doing anything that might be...too much trouble, you know? We both have tiring jobs so, I just want something that works out for everyone.” 

You smile as you think of something. “What if....instead of phone calls, I can send a text to you with my picture confirming I’m okay and safe? It’s not just a wordy text that any kidnapper could send to you using my phone.” 

Nasir chuckles. “Kidnappers?” 

“Yeah!” You blush as you joke. “With a picture of my smiling face, you can tell if I’m all good or in a pickle, so to speak!” 

You swear you could hear Nasir dreamily sigh on the other end of the phone line. “Well, it would be nice to have more pictures of you without me ruining the shot....” 

“Hey!” You say. “We look great together in pictures, when we’re able to hang out that is. Speaking of that, how’s your new investigation been going?” 

“Heh, it’s going.” Nasir says. “It’s just so time-consuming though. But don’t worry, I have plans for us when I’m actually off!” 

“Well,” You smile, rubbing the back of your neck. “It HAS been a while since you stopped in for a pie....” 

“I can come in after work next Tuesday! I’ll even come out of uniform and surprise you.” 

“Hang on, let me check my calendar!” You mute your phone so that you can jump in the air happily, pumping your fists. You couldn’t wait to see him! You unmute him. “Well, I’ve got no pizza meetings or family dinners or anything like that, so consider it good!” 

“Alright!” Nasir said. “I’ll see you around 9 next Tuesday! Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay, bye!” As you hang up the phone, you lay in bed, wondering what he’ll order when he comes in. 

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Next Tuesday comes sooner than you know it, and it’s now 8:40. You feel like you broke even with your orders today, and now it’s settling down. You look at your MyPad and check out what your friends are doing on BakedIn. You become so enraptured in what you’re looking at that you don’t hear your front door open. You look up and smile. 

“Hey, didn’t think you’d come so-” 

“Well well well...”  

You look at who the voice belongs to and frown. “Dr. Keh?!” 

It is, indeed, Dr. Keh in the flesh. He looks smugly around your shop. “(Your name). I see your shop hasn’t changed much. Not surprising....” 

You look around as if you are worried. “What are you doing here?” 

He takes out his phone, finds something on it, and places it down in front of you to see. You look with curiosity. “What am I looking at?” 

He sneers at you. “This buffoon says that you are....well, SEEING somebody, as in....dating a specific someone.” 

Your heart pounds in your chest, but you make sure to not let your face show it. “Okay? Someone says I’m dating someone? Why does that affect you?” 

He harshly takes his phone back and shoves it into his pocket. “Nothing, it doesn’t affect me at all. In fact, I congratulate you. I just assumed you would die alone, if your companion skills matched your pizza making skills.” 

You roll your eyes. “You’re just jealous that you’ll never be happy or feel fulfilled unless you cheat at something.” 

Upon hearing this, he chuckles. “It always goes back to that, doesn’t it Ovenist? Hopefully you do not make an excessive amount of excuses with this person you’re dating....whoever they are.” 

“I can do what I want.” You retort. “Last I checked, we weren’t dating, Keh....” 

He gives you an evil smile. “It’s so cute of you to say that, because I KNOW you wish you were dating me. There is no man out there that even compares to me, and you know it....” 

You shrug. “It doesn’t matter. Now, can you please leave? Unless you needed to order something?” 

He laughs. “Yes, just what I’d like, a pizza from a sad, mediocre Ovenist. Sure, I’ll take your House Special.” 

“I highly suggest you take that to go....” 

Neither you nor Keh said that, so you both looked to the front door to see who the voice belonged to. A man with gorgeous red hair, sunglasses and a peacoat jacket holds his detective badge.  

You give a small, but grateful smile. My hero.... 

Keh looks him over, and grunts. “Oh, it’s you, that detective from the Zarena case.” 

Nasir, with his hands now in his pockets, walks up to the front counter where Keh and you are waiting. “I was just coming in to get a pizza and saw you here verbally assaulting this Ovenist for some reason. Why is that?” 

Keh dismisses the detective and pulls out his wallet. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. I’m just here to order something and leave.” 

You ring Keh up for your House Special. “I’ll go make it right now.” 

As you go to make it, you overhear Keh and Nasir talk. 

“Do you really enjoy the pizza from here?” Keh asks with confidence. 

“Yes, I do.” Nasir says.  

“Pfft, your tastebuds must not feel well....” Keh chuckles. 

“Funny, because you just paid for a pizza here.” Nasir says, taking his glasses off to look Keh in the eyes. “So you either secretly enjoy it, or you’re buying a pizza from this establishment for nefarious purposes that are quite familiar....” 

“Ha!” Keh looks at Nasir with amusement. “You really think I need to steal (Your name)’s pizza recipe for my own gain? I’ve got news for you, “detective”. I don’t need to steal anyone’s recipes because my pizza stands out on its own. I have simply turned a new leaf.” 

You put Keh’s pizza in the box and walk out with it. “What’s your new leaf then?” 

He smiles at you. “I’m finally supporting small businesses like yours. I can’t relish in all of the glory, you know. I have to let other Ovenists feel like they’re at least putting in 1/10 of the required effort a Master Ovenist like me puts in every day.” 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever helps you feel better about yourself....” 

He takes his pizza into his hands and starts to walk out, looking back at you. “You’ll want to not have so much focus on your...personal life....if you want to stay afloat while I’m in business. Try not to drown, Ovenist.” He chuckles as he walks out.  

Nasir shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s up with that guy, he’s such a-” 

You cut him off by going up to him in front of the counter and roping him into a big hug and kissing his cheek. “You have such great timing. I thought he was gonna bury me alive.” 

Nasir blushes as you let go. He smiles. “Heh, I’m pretty sure Keh is all bark and no bite at the end of the day.” 

You smile at him. “Regardless, I’m grateful. I’ll surprise you with the toppings, but did you wanna set up a table for us?” 

“Actually,” He says. “I was thinking we could take this pizza and have a night picnic at Havarti Park. I brought some beverages in a cooler and a blanket, plus the weather is nice.” 

“Our usual spot, huh?” You grin. “It’s also pretty....quiet and serene this time of night there as well, isn’t it?” 

Nasir blushes and rubs the back of his head. “Yeah, I-I figured it’d be....nice for us to...catch up and...you know...” 

You smile sweetly seeing Nasir act so shy about your relationship. “I’ll make your pizza and get changed. Be right back!” 

You go to make his pizza with so much happiness as you await what Nasir has planned for you two, completely forgetting about the uninvited guest you had.... 

#good pizza great pizza #gpgp #gpgpfanfiction #nasir amin #nasir x ovenist #dr. michael keh #dr keh #dr keh x reader #dr. keh X reader X nasir #nasir X reader X dr. keh #It's so hard to pick one of them at times #I feel like Nasir is more loyal and marriage material whereas Keh might be an angry one-night stand lol #who would you pick if you were the ovenist? #dr. keh is super jealous in this #Nasir is a protective boyfriend and comes to your rescue hehe

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 104 - Battle of Pahvo

Star Trek: Discovery - Season 1 Episode 9 - Into the Forest I Go

We pick up exactly where we we left off. Command is recalling Discovery back to Federation controlled Space, and abandon the Pavhan's defence. Lorca however, disagrees, and has a clever plan to take down the Ship of the Dead. Trouble is, we only have 3 hours to figure out how to defeat the cloaking device, because that is the time that Command expects Discovery to Warp to safety by.

To create a paper trail about why Discovery is travelling by warp and not by spore drive, however, Lorca orders Paul to have every medical test done, which will inevitably reveal to his Doctor BF about the genetic nature of his connection to the spore drive.

The actual plan is simple, however it requires Discovery to make hundreds of consecutive spore jumps to 3d image the ship but would almost certainly fry Paul's brain. We're then given the idea that the Mycelium network can extend beyond just the galaxy into the rest of the universe and even into parallel realities, and this really motives the scientist inside Paul, seems to be hinting that this the direction we're going in once this war arc is done and dusted.

In recent years has kinda become saturated with multiverses, but it's an idea that I love. If we do end up going in that direction, I hope it's handled well. Doctor Who has kinda dabbled in parallel universes before, Most Notibly Inferno and the overarching story of Series 2 of the Revived Series, and has kinda set my taste for how I like Parralel World storylines. Point is, if we do go in that direction, I hope Star Trek handles it's multiverse more akin to how Doctor Who does, and less like how Comic Book movies handle their multiverses. Basically, I want it to use a multiverse to tell interesting stories with the characters we have, I don't want it to become cameo-city

Paul get's into position to make the jumps, the Ship of the dead uncloaks. Ash and Michael beam aboard and the battle begins.

While aboard, Michael finds Admiral Cornwell and Ash starts having PTSD flashbacks after encountering the Klingon Torturer. Since The Admiral is unable to walk, and the Ash is out of commission, Michael is alone in placing he sensors. Luckily she successfully does it, and Discovery does it's jumps. As predicted, the Ship of the Dead goes back into cloak, but Discovery completed it's scans and now can bypass the cloaking!

The scenes with the doctor watching Paul suffering to make all those jumps was heartbreaking, and the episode had be at least convinced that Paul would die in the process. I also loved Michael's confrontation with Commander Kol, over his lack of honour, and her reclaiming Captain Georgiou's rank badge, which allowed her to kind of redeem herself in her own head.

With Kol defeated, and the Klingon Ship of the Dead destroyed, and command decides to decorate Lorca with something, presumably a medal, called the Legion of Honour, however Lorca decides to pass that honour onto Paul, which I'm really happy to see. This man deserves everything for going through that drive. However, Paul decides that the jump home will be the last jump and he'll reture to earth afterwards, which makes me wonder who'll take that spot going forward.

We get an interesting scene where Ash opens up about what happened while he was in klingon prison, and his survivors guilt and how that affected him. My heart goes out for the guy. But we also get the revelation that the Torturer made him some kind of sleeper agent or something, and that programming is starting to awake.

We're then left with the Cliffhanger of something going very wrong during that jump. The Bridge is in chaos, and no one knows where they are.

This was a very nice conclusion to the whole Klingon War arc, and I'm excited to see where we're going next. Whatever is happening with Paul, and Ash, as well as where the ship ended up jumping to. I'm a bit worried about the multiverse direction the first half of the episode hinted at, but we'll see where this goes

#whovian watching star trek #star trek #star trek Discovery #Star Trek DIS #Star Trek DISCO #ST DIS #ST DISCO #DIS #st: disco #DISCO #st: discovery #Discovery #ST: DIS

[fahatesyou]

Daniel goes back to Australia during summer break.

[kinda sad, slight sexual content. A/B/O, Omega Daniel.]

Sometimes Daniel wishes he was an alpha. Not every single day, certainly not often. But since last not so good year it's becoming more and more of a regular thought inside his head. It doesn't help that he's single again; alone again. 

When he arrived to the airport with only his light luggage and Michael and Blake next to him, his mom made a sad face. Heidi was supposed to come this year and spend the summer on the farm. That didn't happen. 

"There 's no rush." His sister told him, both half drunk with way too expensive wine while washing the dirty dinner plates. 

"I'm old as fuck." Daniel said.

It was supposed to be a joke but Michelle didn't laugh. 

"You're not old." She said, staring at him. Daniel felt embarrassed, like when he made cheeky remarks on media day and they didn't quite land, so he just shrugged, wanting to change the conversation to something less depressing, but he could see on her face that she wasn't going to let it go that easily. "Don't say that shit, you're not old. And if someone told you that just know that they're bitter cunts. " 

He knew she meant it, that Michelle was trying to help him somehow. Maybe it was the seriousness of it all what rubbed him the wrong way; how Michael and Blake and every single "woke" person on the internet wanted to make clear that thirty three year old unmated omegas were not failures.

Daniel knows.

Failure is losing against your younger teammate, failure is switching from team after team to only get lower and lower results. Failure is never winning a World Championship when you could definitely have won if only those people who once promised you all the glory had  chosen you instead of replacing you when the next young shiny bright thing came up. 

Daniel took the kids horse riding on the fields, ate dinner until he was bloated and drank way more wine than he should drink in front of his parents. They didn't seem to mind, his mom made a cute small nest on his bed while he was out, his dad hugged him and kissed him once they were alone and the kids were fast asleep, Daniel let himself be comforted and touched, he missed this for sure, how good being truly loved can make you feel. His dad didn't say anything or asked him weird questions. Daniel knows his mom probably tells him everything they talk about anyways. She's worried about him, Daniel can tell as she calls him more and more, particularly after disappointed weekends, which are almost every single one nowadays. 

It's there when he's lying on his bed, surrounded by familiar scents and feeling warm and dizzy that he pushes one finger inside himself, just wanting to fill some space and clear his mind. He shouldn't be doing this, not when his whole family is basically sleeping down the hall. He can't remember the last time he hid to jerk off, he left home right after his first proper heat, he was the only Omega on his youth team so he had a room all by himself, the wife of his promoter even bought him a heat-kit with lots of fancy stuff that definitely helped him to make the time go by faster. Burying his face deep into the pillow and just working two fingers, looking for that spot that makes his toes curl, Daniel rubs against the bed, there's no need to make noises or fake it, he knows exactly how much he has to push for him to get wet enough that it feels good. It doesn't take that long, and it's mostly nice until the crest of his orgasm ends and there's nothing left. There's no knot to make him feel safe and satisfied, no hands on waist or teeth sinking on his neck. It's just him and his dirty sheets that he didn't think about before doing it this way. Maybe it's the pasta or the wine, maybe it's that he doesn't really cares, but he falls asleep like that, wet fingers gripping the pillow and his soft dick touching the wet spot under him. 

Luckily he wakes up earlier than everyone and goes straight to the washing machine, letting it run for a while and then getting bored of waiting.

His mom is already in the kitchen making breakfast, Daniel goes up to her and hugs her, she reaches for his hair and gives him a kiss on the cheek, followed by three more, each one louder than the last. Daniel laughs, a honk sound that fills the room as the smell of the bacon soaks their clothes. 

They eat by themselves, Daniel asks her all about the farm and the kids, she tells him every detail. It's good, not have to talk about racing with someone, just have a normal chat that won't end in 'you'll get them soon' or 'just gotta keep your head down'. 

"How's Monaco?" She asks, scrapping the grease off her plate with the fork. "Is the new apartment nice? your sister said it is way bigger than the other one." 

"it's alright." Daniel says. "I finally have a view of the sea."

"That's lovely." She nods and reaches for his hand and squeezes it, Daniel squeezes back. "I'm glad you like it. It's good, you need somewhere to feel good. Apart from here, of course." 

"Mom." Daniel sighs. 

"I know, I know." She says. "We just worry so much, your dad and I. We ask Michael but he says the same things that you do." 

"Because that's the truth." Daniel mumbles. "I'm fine, I'll figure it out, stop worrying."

"I know you will, we know you will. But, you told me Heidi was coming and then you arrived by yourself. I'm not disappointed or anything but I just wished you had told me before."

It's normal that she worries, Michael told him. It's a good thing. Still, it makes Daniel all kinds of anxious. Knowing he's not only making her loose sleep over his career but also his life. It's kinda pathetic at this point. At first, during the red bull years, it felt like a rebellious and cheeky way of living; breaking the rules of what omegas are supposed to aim for. The team supported this and encouraged him be his own "authentic" self, let him say stupid things and dance around, mock and sort of flirt with the other drivers and make the reporters nervous and squirmy. But now he's not twenty. And he's not in Red Bull either. Now he gets stupid memes made about him, articles written doubting how long he will be able to stand his ground, rumors of what next year may be like in an F1 without Daniel Riccardo.

"It's fine mom, I don't think betas are my thing, it just doesn't hit the same." 

She laughs, thankfully, covering her mouth to stop a snort from slipping. It breaks the tension that has been building up between them and Daniel can feel himself relax. 

"I won't tell your dad that, then." She whispers. "His pride may never recover." 

Daniel chuckles too and kisses her hand, rubbing his nose over her knuckles as she caresses his face with her thumb.

"I can't believe you're eating without us. I could hear you laughing from my room, my God." Michelle groans, walking toward the table with her hair looking a mess and missing a sock. "What is so funny?" 

"Nothing." Their mom rushes, standing up to fix her a plate as she gives Daniel a mischievous look.

"I told mom about how you threw up all over the tulips last night. I think they're already dead the poor things. " Daniel says and pokes her cheek. She swats his hand away, annoyed and half drunk with sleep

"Hey, you know how much these fingers are worth?!" Daniel squeals.

Michelle rolls her eyes and kick his shin under the table, Daniel whines from pain and their mom tells them not to fight during breakfast. She growls at him and makes a weird face when he pinches her other cheek. 

"I don't care how much they're worth, but I can clearly smell what they've been used for, you freak." 

#Omega Daniel #Abo #FicPractice #dr3 #I finally saved enough money for a charger and this is my way to celebrate #It's not that much but I'm a broke college drop out so it's a big deal for me #lots of typos per usual

[fyrefrostanimus]

Even More Everyone Lives AU Character Stuff

Honestly I had fun writing the last one so I'm doing it again. You probably won't need the previous character overview post to get this one but I'll put it here in case you want it.

Behold, Evan and the MCI kids all getting their own character stuff for this AU (sorry Jeremy Fitzgerald, Vanessa, and anyone else not mentioned here: I either have no idea how to fit you in the post-FNaF 6 story or I'm saving you for later)!

Evan

He's near completely blind, with his right eye missing and his left eye extremely blurry. Sometimes he has a bad day with his vision and can't see at all.

Technically, he's the second oldest in the main group of ghost kids (that being him, Charlie, and the MCI kids). Evan just looks on par with most of the other kids younger than him because he died at around the same age as them.

He's very upset he can't physically touch most things without phasing through them, poor little guy can't hug his plushies :(

Unlike the MCI kids, Evan prefers to move around outside of Golden Freddy/the old Fredbear animatronic. Ever since Charlie reminded him exactly what killed him, he doesn't like to be inside it. Plus it's way harder to teleport around without Cassidy there, so he's basically stuck in one place.

Him, Cassidy, and Fritz were (still technically are but Cassidy's not there) a three-kid friend group.

When Evan's finally at the house with Mike and the rest of the FNaF 6 gang, he's really confused because Elizabeth's greeting him by name. That's right, he completely forgot he had a sister. Evan immediately asked if she was adopted since she doesn't look like any of the family members he remembers.

The MCI Kids

Once again, there's a multi-character entry, so I'll color code it: pink for Susie, orange for Gabriel, red for Fritz, blue for Jeremy, and yellow for Cassidy.

Susie has/had a dog of course, but would never answer when asked which breed it was by the other children. The dog is a pitbull named Sprinkles, and she's actually really nice around kids. She just knows everyone's not going to react to it well.

She wasn't actually the first to gain control of her animatronic body, as everyone really just woke up at the same time. Susie was the first to die of the MCI though.

Gabriel is the only kid in the group not to ask what breed Susie's dog is, because she invited him over to meet Sprinkles. Sprinkles was very excited and tackled him so she could lick his face repeatedly.

He's Jeremy Fitzgerald's brother, not much to say other than that.

Fritz died while he was 9, putting him in third place of the oldest in the main ghost group. He thought he was in second until Charlie informed him that Evan died in 1983, not 1985, meaning he was actually older than him.

After Cassidy left, he became a lot more defensive of Evan. The other MCI kids were fine, but if anyone else came into the building he was watching them. This came to a head when Michael was checking out Golden Freddy while Evan was inside, and he got mauled by Foxy until Evan told him that was his brother. Luckily Mike has the molten soul metal on his side and recovered pretty quickly. Fritz was still a bit untrusting of Mike after ending up there (he does look like William again after all), but no one got hurt again after that.

Classic Bonnie gets his taste in puns from Jeremy, who's definitely a bit of a class clown. He made a ghost pun and Cassidy tried to beat his ass for it. (the same goes for the willingness to fight, basically the older animatronics gain sentience from being possessed and get little bits of personality from their ghost)

Jeremy and Gabriel didn't know each other before they died, but you wouldn't be able to tell (especially after years of them being friends).

Cassidy stuff mentioned in past posts: she was springlocked, is vocally mute as a ghost and talks with the glitchy floating text we all know and love.

Charlie actually waited for a few days after most of the murders happened because Cassidy wasn't dead yet. It wasn't a good situation for both of them, since a mercy killing by this point could be seen as hostility, but dying slowly like that isn't great either.

UCN of course happens, and that's where she is for a while after FNaF 6.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #fyrefrosts fnaf au hell

[adultswim2021]

Delocated #7: “Sick of It!” | March 30, 2009 - 12:15AM | S01E07

The season finale that luckily didn’t turn out to be a series finale. In this episode, Jon is at the park to get custody of David, which is one of Jon’s favorite things to do. David is dropped off by Susan’s bodyguard/boyfriend. David is also wearing a motorcycle helmet. David’s insistence on wearing the helmet around is due to his bodyguard’s influence; he owns a motorcycle and apparently made an off-handed joke about leading your day-to-day life in a helmet that David took a little too much to heart. Jon orders the production to halt so he can father his child privately, and not on camera. When they refuse, Jon flips out. He eventually grabs one of the cameras and takes off with it. 

After shaking the show and his family, Jon films himself from the confines of a bush. Eventually he lures a fella named Mark played by Michael Shannon, an actor whose name I knew, but I can’t for the life of me ever recall seeing him in a motion picture. I’ve literally had multiple conversations with people who mentioned his name in some context and I just nodded as if I knew who they were talking about. So that’s who that guy is! He’s great in this! I think I like this guy!

So Mark, played by Michael Shannon from Delocated S01E07, decides to be friends with Jon after Jon beckons him to be in the bush with him. Eventually they hatch a scheme to exchange lives. Mark and Jon exchange clothes (NOTE: the DVD contains the entire take of them changing clothes, but it's sped-up, so you can see exactly how laborious it was to film), and then Mark exits the bush when Jon’s loved ones all come out looking for him. This is the moment the Mirminskis strike, shooting and killing Mark (dressed as Jon). 

The episode ends with Jon doing a Tom Sawyer to his own funeral, walking in with the video camera during Susan’s eulogy for him. He shoves the camera in people’s faces and taunts them. He retrieves his ski mask (his face is pixelated out in the actual show) and very nobily oversees a funeral for his once-friend. 

This is probably my favorite episode of the season. It relies on the simple premise that Jon is enamored with the idea of being bros with people. The concept of friendship is extremely important to him, because he probably finds himself in need of allies on a constant basis due to his terrible behavior. It’s like a numbers game for him. So he and Mark bond very quickly. Their scenes together are wonderful.

The bit at the end where Jon eulogizes his friend and decides to throw a proper funeral for him using the handful of things he knew about him to give it personal flare (pall bearers on roller blades and the presence of his candy apple red dodge durango) is so fun. The part where Jon rehashes all of his Mark facts to the people attending his own funeral is wonderful.

At the end of the episode, Jon drives away in Mark’s bitchin’ ride, and his bodyguard bolts for him, making it seem like Jon has now successfully fled the program. Will he be back for a second season?? Will it be expanded from 11 minutes to 22?? My friend! Time will tell my friend. 

MAIL BAG

It is mail bag my friend. I love you:

Why did you put a picture of Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick above your writeup of some dumb british show I never heard about?

(Joe Biden voice) C'mon man...

Using my napkin math I saw you took 5 tasty tuesdays last month. It was the holidays so sure it's okay to take one more tasty tuesday than usual. However, you have already taken 2 tasty tuesdays in january and we are all 6 days in. And I fear you may take one tonight.

Sometimes I think I need brain medicine (probably, actually) because I lack focus, and part of that includes me losing patience with the concept of burdening myself with a nightly mandate to post. But then I realize that by skipping days and simply not caring makes me one of the only people living on Earth who truly knows freedom. Stay safe, and happy January 6th, my friend.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #delocated

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Okay you asked about monstery (at some point, arguably yesterday, at least in this time zone), so, what about Peter and Lucian on a trip to Hungary (reasons unimportant) stumble across Lucian's old mad science labs. With or without literal skeletal remains? Peter is... curious?

I am up for writing a little drama and Lucian admitting he practiced unethical science!

This involves vampire Peter, so it's double the monster.

On with the fic!

--

"Soooo... what exactly are we lookin' for?" Peter asked as he struggled to get down the rusty, wet ladder. He screeched when he lost his footing, but luckily Lucian was under him, catching the lanky man. "Sorry, thanks."

"You're welcome." Lucian replied before carefully setting him down on his feet. "And we're looking for, well..." He touched at his chest. "Something important."

"Well, what does it look like?"

"Old, gold, and with a green gem in it."

"Jewelry?"

"It belonged to my wife."

"Ah." Peter nodded, frowning. He turned on his torch and flashed it about, nearly screaming when the light landed on-

Lucian pulled him behind him. "It's just a skeleton."

"Is that what your bones look like when you're a lycan!?"

He winced and looked away. "Let's... not dwell on it, come along. We shouldn't be down here, I don't know how structurally sound the old place is."

Peter gave him the flashlight, then grabbed the back of Lucian's jacket, letting himself be pulled along. They were quiet as they passed by the remains of the battle from so long ago, it was... depressing to dwell on. Lucian didn't like that his fellow lycans, or even the vampires, were not given some sort of burial when his body had been taken from here. He had to wonder if they were only after him and Viktor.

"Here we are. Let's check in here first." Lucian spoke as he opened a familiar door, it creaked loudly. He found the light switch and the lights blinked on, blinding for a moment. Huh, he hadn't expected the power to still be working.

"What the fuck?" Peter asked from over his shoulder. "Is this a doctor's office or somethin'?"

"It's... a lab." Lucian frowned.

"A lab?" Peter slipped into the room, glancing about, confused by all the rusted items left behind. He noticed a contraption that clearly showed that someone had once been strapped to it. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Lucian. "Uhhh... this looks like somethin' from a horror movie. You wanna explain, babe?"

Lucian really didn't want to explain, how do you tell your vampire hunter boyfriend that you had kidnapped humans and even a few vampires to perform experiments on them?

"Lycans get injured, got to be patched up sometimes, we don't always... heal. Quickly." As he spoke, Peter narrowed his eyes.

"Dude. I'm not stupid. This has straps, and it ain't kinky." He approached Lucian and jabbed him in the chest with a clawed nail. "Talk."

Lucian looked at the table before sighing. "You know about my desire to unite the species, yes?"

"Course, you wanted to make a hybrid, what's that gotta-" Peter's eyes widened and he stared. "You were doin' DNA splicing!?"

"Ehhh... not really. I mean, in a sense, it was more of a combination experiment to make the hybrid. I had been tracking down the bloodline of the third brother, the one I told you about before, to see if the blood was able to act as a binding agent in order to bring together the vampire DNA and the lycan DNA.

Originally, we had taken blood from the humans, and... tried them on captured vampires. None ended well, the neutral blood was not enough, so... we did more experiments, tracked down more humans. Some died, but this is normal with medical science, right?"

Peter stared at him. "Lucian, what the fuck?"

"Just so you are aware-!" Lucian held up a finger. "In the last few years of things, I was experimenting on myself with the blood! Doing much of the testing myself, and then it was finally narrowed down to Michael, and he... he was perfect!"

"The guy you told me you changed before you 'died'?"

"Yes. I... had him strapped to this table the night he was finally changing into a lycan, helping to surpress it to protect him, the vampires were after him. I was able to take a sample of his blood and injected it into myself, but then..."

Lucian ran a hand through his hair, hissing through his teeth. "Kraven showed up, and the bastard shot me! Pumped me full of silver, the fucker. I think the blood from Michael actually saved me, left me in a coma rather than killing me outright. He got bit by Selene, the vampire that Viktor took in, and she was able to complete the changes, he became the perfect hybrid."

He looked at Peter. "You have to understand, Peter, I did this to end the war, I had to! Yes, I... I didn't do it well in those final years, it became an obsession, and it consumed me, terribly. It wasn't until I spoke with Michael that it really started to settle in me that I was obsessed and when I was shot, I felt like I ruined everything with this. I killed my pack with my desire to get what was taken from me and my wife."

Peter looked bothered and bit his lip. "You experimented on people."

"I know."

"That's pretty fucked up, Lucian."

"I know."

"And you experimented on yourself, like some sort of... Frankenstein, or... I dunno, Herbert West!"

"I... don't think they exactly tested on themselves, but the whole mad scientist thing you are clearly hinting at is... clear. I guess I was a bit like that."

Peter groaned, rubbing at his face. "Are you going to, like, bring this shit back? Is that why we're really here?"

"No. I really came here to find my necklace. I didn't think this place was still standing." Lucian frowned deeply. "Peter, I am sorry. There are no plans for me to do anything like this again. My hybrid is out there, and the war is... less violent than it had been. Viktor is also dead, finally, I have had my goals taken care of."

"Hm." Peter kicked at a fallen syringe, it slid across the wet floor. "That's still fucked up, really fucked up. But... I mean, you were trying to do the right thing, yeah?"

"Ending a war and bringing int other world proof that lycans and vampires are actually two sides of the same coin and shouldn't be enemies? In a sense, yes."

"Your wife and I are proof that lycans and vampires can love each other too, if that helps." Peter mumbled, crossing his arms.

Lucian smiled a little at this. "Yes, it helps quite a lot, my love." He looked around the lab. "We should move on. Best to keep going, I do not want us in here any longer than we need to be."

"Yeah, let's dip. The spooky lab vibe is only fun in movies and dumb Halloween haunted house attractions." Peter grimaced, taking Lucian's hand. "Also, glad you injected blood in you that saved your life, but for the love of fuck, don't do that. Sounds gross and bad and dangerous."

"Noted. Come along now, watch your step."

--

It's gonna hit Peter when they get back to their hotel and he's gonna tell Lucian what a spooky, freaky idiot he is and holy shit, that is some scary shit! Don't! Don't do that! Jesus H, did you really have to do this!?

He is also in denial about the fact that freaky mad scientist Lucian sounds super hot.

#lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles

[sea-owl]

You rang for a Percy Jackson Bridgerton AU? Long ago, it was said that the Godess of love showed favor on the the Bridgerton family and gave them her blessing. Meanwhile, Violets side was blessed by Hera for being so faithful and nurturing. Now you get to the modern Bridgertons. None of them have been lucky with love. The story really starts after Colin and Eloise find out Penelope is Whistledown and are not happy about it. Poor Penelope can’t exactly tell them she saw horrible futures for them and this was the only way to avoid it. It’s not like she could tell Colin that Marina got knocked up with a demigods child or that Theo was really a monster out to steal Eloise’s soul! Anyways they are ranting to their siblings about this all while walking out of a restaurant when a monster attacks them out of nowhere. Luckily Kate and Sophie arrived in time to save their hides (after getting a frantic call from Penelope). Realizing they have no idea what is going on, the bring them to camp half blood where the Bridgertons luck is about to change.

Cue Michael flirting with Francesca, Benedict trying to find Sophie who keeps alluding him somehow, Anthony being annoyed and turned on by the snarky woman who saved him, and Colin and Eloise now freaking out that Penelope has seen them die or have something bad happen to them. Multiple times. It’s not fun for her. That and Colin is not happy that apparently Penelope frequently gets sent on dangerous quests with the Aphrodite guy flirting with his sister and the brother of the man who knocked up Marina.

Ya'll trying to force me to figure out Gareth and Lucy's godly parents aren't you? Please don't leave me in the dark ya'll, someone please give suggestions.

Okay so since I refuse to do a full on crossover fic, cause I don't got the brain power, ya'll are going to get the vaguest details from Percy Jackson, like world building only stuff.

Some maybe helpful backstory because I don't know how to fit it in. Lady Danbury's family are blessed by Hecate and they are tasked with the protection and training of the demigods. The camp is technically on her land that's been in her family for generations.

So let's set this world up:

Heroes, monsters, and gods. It's the thing of myths and legends but there was no other way to describe that thing that attacked them.

Agatha Dambury ("That's Lady Danbury Bridgertons!") and the woman next to her, who insisted they call her Auntie H, led the eight siblings around the well honestly it looked like a summer camp.

"So why were we attacked by those. . . monsters?" Anthony asked. He could tell his siblings were itching to ask the same thing.

Auntie H gave them a sympathetic smile. "Children of Echidna to be more precise."

Eloise scoffed. "I see you read Lady Whistledown."

Lady Danbury laughed. "The children here would be fools not to. It takes a lot of effort to exposing the disguises monster's and spies' use. While you mortals think it nothing more than a gossip blog it has saved many demigods lives."

"Sirens, Mormones, Chimeras, the names of the Roman and Greek demigods who would rather start a war than live peacefully with their family," Auntie H started listing off. "They all have been listed for the safety of others. So many demigods and legacy children have been saved since we found a way for demigods to use technology, the Lady Whistledown blog included."

"You Bridgertons are a blessed family, quite literally. You all have been born with the blessings of my sister and my niece. Sadly with those blessings it has given you all a certain smell that attracts monsters."

Daphne wrinkled her nose. "A smell?"

"Normally it's only a smell attached to those brats. But with those blessings you all smell like them now."

Ever impatient Eloise lets out a huff. "Whose them and what is this place?"

"This is Camp Half-Blood, well the European camp at least. Our main camp is in the United States since that is where Olympus is located now too, but my family does tend to take trips around the world which more often than not leads to children."

"You keep saying demigods," Colin said. "Do you mean like actual demigods, half mortal and half god? Like Hercules, Achillies, Perseus, and Helen?"

"I see you know our history." Auntie H nodded. "And yes. Camp Half-Blood is where we train the children to survive monsters, creating a safe haven for them."

"So what happens to us? We are not demigods, but you say we smell like them. Should we be worried about them attacking again?" Anthony asked.

"That's what the children are discussing in their meeting right now," Lady Danbury said. "While it won't be all of them the councilors who can come on such short notice have been deciding what we do with you. This is their home after all."

That's when Lady Danbury and Auntie H led them into a room. It was a regular looking meering room. A round table sat in the middle with 11 chairs occupied. Some the Bridgertons recognized, others they didn't. At the urging of Auntie H the Bridgertons took seats.

Lady Danbury tapped her cane to the floor. "Alright, introduce yourselves to the overly blessed Bridgertons."

The first to stand up was someone Anthony recognized. "Simon Bassett, son of Zeus."

The next to stand was a girl with olive brown skin and dark auburn hair. "Ofelia Lopez, daughter of Poseidon."

Next was a bubbly girl with longest hair out of the whole group. "Astrid Grimsson, daughter of Hades."

The next guy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Phillip Crane, son of Demeter."

His friend next to him held no such awkwardness as he bodly stood up and winked at Francesca. "Michael Stirling, son of Aphrodite."

An Indian girl stood up, rolling her eyes at Michael. The Bridgertons reconized her as one of the people who saved them. "Kate Sharma, daughter of Athena."

The next one to stand could only be described as big. "Thomas O'Neill, son of Hephaestus."

The girl after only raised her cup. "Marie Beaufoy, daughter of Ares."

The next one to stand kept her gaze directed at the wall, eyes glazed over. "Penelope Featherington, daughter of Apollo."

The blonde girl stood after, giving Penelope a shoulder squeeze. She was the other one who saved them during the attack. "Sophie Beckett, daughter of Hermes."

The last one with dyed purple hair stood. "Logan Smith, son of Dionysus."

"So have you all come to a verdict?" Auntie H asked.

Simon stood back up. "We have. After learning the Bridgertons have the smell of low-level demigods and having Penelope seeing no future where it turns out in their favor should we turn them away we agreed that the Bridgertons should stay here to at very least learn how to defend themselves."

Lady Danbury banged her cane against the floor again. "Then it's settled. Meeting adjourned."

The demigods got up and gave a word or nod to the Bridgertons as they walked out. Sophie and Phillip helped Penelope onto Michael's back, her eyes still glazed over. The two to stay seated was Simon and Kate.

"I'm going to help the boys get Penelope to her cabin and talk to them about setting up some archery training sessions," Sophie said before running after the other three.

"Is Pen okay?" Colin asked.

"She's just tired," Simon answered. "Penelope's father is the god of prophecy which led her to being born with the power to see the future. We had her over do it today and her gift can wear her out if she searches too many futures at once." Simon snickered at the thought of something. "By the way she does plan to yell at all of you first chance she gets."

"But onto your training," Kate interupted.

Simon plaryfully rolled his eyes.

"We'll start with sword training tomorrow and then work our way around other weapons. Once we find what you all are good at then we'll push forward." Kate stood up. "Prepare yourselves. Just because you're all mortal doesn't mean we'll go easy on you."

"Well isn't she fun," Anthony snarked.

"More fun than our roman family members," Simon joked.

#okay here's the start #if anyone is wondering yes auntie h is hestia #i feel like she would take a more familial title than mr d did #let me know what you guys think and what you might want to see from this in the future #bridgerton #percy jackson au #demigod spouses #bridgerton spouses #bridgerton siblings #lady danbury #agatha danbury #hestia

[teenageread]

Review: Every Star that Falls

Synopsis:

This much-anticipated sequel to the acclaimed fan-favorite novel Suicide Notes is a funny, touching look at what happens when you give up trying to be someone people want you to be and become exactly who you are. Jeff spent forty-five days in the psych ward of a hospital after a suicide attempt. Now that he’s home and has accepted that he’s gay, he’s ready to reenter his life feeling stronger and more comfortable being his true self than ever before. But it’s hard to come back to an old life when you have a new perspective on it. Returning to school is complicated, and his mother’s anxiety isn’t helping. Jeff will also have to figure out how to reconnect with his best friend, Allie, whose boyfriend he kissed before he went to the hospital. To make things even more complicated, a fellow patient from the ward suddenly appears at school, which brings up all kinds of mixed emotions for Jeff. Luckily, he’s got new friends from a local community center for queer youths to help him through it all. And some may turn out to be more than just friends…

Plot:

It was the morning after Jeff returned home, after spending 45 days in a psych ward after trying to kill himself on New Year's night. Through his time at the hospital, Dr. K (yes no more Cat Poop), helps Jeff realize that he’s gay and helps him come to terms with this and accept himself. Now back at home, Jeff wants to return to school, but his mother’s anxiety about what others might think is holding him back. Finding support in his father, Jeff navigates his way back into his old life, including as Allie’s best friend. More upset that he didn’t feel comfortable telling her, Allie assures him that no one at school will care if he’s gay; which for the most part is true. No one cares, except Rankin. Transferred to his school, Jeff is reconnected with Rankin who does not want to tell others about their psych experience together, and when partner up on a project tells JEff about his home life struggles and tells Jeff that he’s not gay. Along with reconnecting with Rankin, Jeff joins an LGBTQ+ group, where he meets Chrys and Goldie, two boys who catch Jeff’s eye. To top everything off, Allie convinces Jeff to join a musical where for their understudy show they are going to do a gay spin-off of Grease where Jeff as Sandy will be kissing Burke as Danny. Sure, this life is more complicated than the 45 days he spent working on himself, but with his support in place, Jeff is ready to tackle his new life, make some new friends, and maybe find someone or someone to love. 

Thoughts: 

Michael Ford is back after all these years to tell us Jeff’s tale outside of the hospital. Unlike the previous novel which had a set 45 days, this novel expands a few months into Jeff’s life back at home. As it has been a few years since Ford wrote as Jeff, the voice of the story is a bit different. Jeff, while still witty, is less sarcastic and takes things more seriously than previously. Before he would only refer to his doctor as Cat Poop, whereas in this novel he only says Dr. K with no reference to the previous nickname. This novel also has a 2023 mindset that being gay is no big deal. No one cared, not his dad, grandmother, Allie, Burke, or any other character Ford brought into the high school. Sure some jokes here were made, his mother was anxious, but unlike how Ford led us up to this giant revel in the predecessor, in this novel it was met with a shrug and the plot continued. Where the first novel was dark, Ford really makes this novel all light, as nothing bad truly happens to Jeff, especially compared to the first novel. Friends are happy, life is happy, and all the drama is because Jeff is unable to express his thoughts and is unable to deal with his complicated romantic feelings. Otherwise, all drama with Allie, Chrys, the Grease Musical, and even Rankin, is solved fast and easy and wraps up nicely. Even the sexual tone is gone, as Ford wrote some pretty in-depth details of what happened between Rankin and Jeff, in this novel Jeff acts as a blushing bride when thinking about his first kiss with the guy he’s into. It probably is the years between Ford writing the novel, however, based on the writing style, plot points, and general theme of the novel; it feels like a completely different story, one of sunshine and rainbows and not darkness but substance.

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#Every Star that Falls #Michael Ford #book review

[ebonyslasher]

Wait time

Slashers react to how long it takes for you to get braids in

Was at the salon some time ago getting my hair done, and I thought about how long it used to take my hair to get done when I got Senegalese twists lol

You're gonna get your hair done? He's cool with that.

Gonna be gone for a while? Sure that's fine too. He's not stressing

A while for him is about an hour or two....he notices about 5 hours later that you're still not home

Ok now he's stressing

Where were you at y/n? There's no way it should take that long

Gets restless and aggravated. He doesn't have to be with you all the time- but he needs to be able to watch you. Have eyes on you. It calms him down

Has no idea where you're getting your hair done (if you didn't mention). Michael tries to walk around town to find you but to no avail

Now he's sulking at home cause he can't find you

A few minutes later, you finally come in and...you look gorgeous! But he's mad at you so he just turns away from you and walks off

Danny Johnson

"Damn y/n...fuck is taking so long?"

He knows exactly why it's taking a long time but he's still impatient

But he has no idea which style you're getting so Danny is a Lil antsy cause he wants to seeeee

He wants to be in the know you know

Danny is gonna try to get you to give him a sneak peek via facetime...tryna be slick

Gets frustrated with waiting and just ends up either writing or playing some games

He may send you a few memes to keep you entertained

He would have gone with you...but nah he didn’t really like going out that day

After a marathon of playing (and dominating) at Killing Floor 2, he hears the door open

Finally! He jumps up and peers around the corner to get a good look

Damn you look so good.....and he sees why it took long as hell, those twist were tiny!

“Looking good baby!”

Stu comes right along with you once you told him you were getting your hair done

"I wanna watch!"

Luckily, it's your homegirl that's doing your hair. It might be a little awkward bringing Stu to a whole salon

Stu is so fun tho, all three of y'all are cuttin up most of the time

It's like a little hair braiding party: snacks, movies, gossip, maybe some drinks

At some point Stu looks at the time and

"It's 6:00 pm??! Shit, how long have we been here? Since 8 am?"

Stu learns the hard truth about how long it takes lol thankfully you're almost done

He's a champ tho, so he sticks through to the end

He's loving your hairstyle, it was worth sitting around for 10 hours

Pinhead

Humans and their appearances, did you have to announce the reasoning behind your departure?

Pinhead doesn't think much of it, though he is slightly curious on what sort of hairstyle you'll come back with

Your hair has always been so interesting, he likes the variety...which is something he can't do

As time passes, he starts to understand why you had to tell him- it's been 4 hours and he has heard nothing

Pinhead is almost tempted to 'randomly' appear at your location to see what's going on

But he doesn't want to cause unnecessary commotion..even though the reactions would be amusing.

After a few more hours, you finally came home where he was not waiting on you

He was impressed by the workmanship of the braids, they were so even. He's a bit jealous

Hes also imagining pulling on them during *ahem* certain activities and seeing if they'll stay but he keeps that to himself

"Y/n you look beautiful...now explain to me why this took so long?"

Hannibal Lecter

So who's the one who'll bring you food to eat while your waiting? Hannibal is

Hannibal would either make some food up for you to take or just simply come by and bring it to you

If he does come by, he takes the opportunity to watch the process a little bit. It's very interesting.

Whoever's doing your hair comments on how nice it was for a man to bring you food 😂

Hannibal is always a gentleman, especially towards you.

He goes back home to do... Hannibal stuff and patiently waits on the final product

He's the only one not too surprised on how long it takes. The best meals he's created has taken hours- maybe even a day or so to perfect.

It's art- and so is your hair he thinks as you walk through the door

#slasher x reader #black reader #michael myers #stu matcher #hannibal lecter #danny johnson #pinhead #michael myers x reader #stu matcher x reader #hannibal lector x reader #danny johnson x reader

[fernweh-writes]

Hey, it’s me again :3

My birthday is soon(next week on the Friday)

So I wondered if you could write headcanons for the Slasher with an Birthday S/O.

Like what would they give her, what would they do on her birthday. You probably get what I mean.

But only if it’s alright and you got time, if not it’s also fine^^

I already say thank you :3💕💕(btw I really love your writing <3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!! I did see the other little tidbit you sent in and yes, ofc, anything for you. Especially since it’s your birthday and you asked so nicely<3

(Going ahead and posting this a lil early… i think? I can’t remember when you sent this in sorry :/)

-Fern🌿

Slashers on their S/O’s Birthday

Warnings: NSFW content, 18+

Michael Myers

Michael has always been pretty indifferent towards birthdays. So what, you’re getting older big whoop. He doesn’t see them as important and doesn’t understand the point of celebrating them.

However, as you keep mentioning to him that your birthday is coming up, he gets the hint. Michael isn’t stupid and he knows you well enough to be able to tell what you want.

Still, Michael isn’t going to throw you a party or decorate or anything like that. Instead he makes a statement just by spending the entire day with you.

During your time spent together you find out Michael did actually buy a cake for you. Although it was also partially for his own benefit as well seeing as he has a major sweet tooth. He even got “Happy Birthday y/n” written on the top in your favorite color. When you bite into it, you realize that it’s also your favorite flavor.

After the cake, Michael brings you a small box with a horribly tied ribbon wrapped around it. Don’t look at him funny, he tried okay. So what the gift inside was most likely stolen from a victims, you got a present that you loved. Isn’t that all that really matters?

Michael isn’t much of a giver in bed, he prefers to take. He mainly focuses on achieving his own end and whatever pleasure you get during that is what you get. But tonight he’ll make a point of not only making you finish first once, but numerous times throughout the night. Today is about you after all, why not try and set a new record in bed to mark the start of a new age.

Bo Sinclair

Morning sex, congratulations, this morning you become breakfast for Bo. No need to get up early to cook for him when he can simply devour you.

Surprise! He won’t be an ass to anyone for one whole day. Just for you darlin’. If some people happen to stumble into town, Bo won’t let anyone ruin your day, and quickly has Vincent take care of them. Even Lester will help out if need be, even though Les hates participating in the “family company”.

Sneaks away in the middle of the night to decorate the house. Luckily, Vincent pitches in and helps him make everything look nice. Bo goes all out with streamers, balloons, banners, he even got you a cake!

He’s more than eager to give you your presents as well. Of course he had to buy you a lingerie set, it’s a surprise that’ll help the two of you later that night…

Bo is a simple man, he just wants everyone to know that you belong to him. So he also got you a dainty little necklace of his name. Sure it may be cute to you, but secretly he’s laying his claim to you.

Usually he’s busy with keeping up the town but just this once he spends the entire day with you. Bo spending so much quality time with you doing whatever you want really says a lot.

He may even take you to the next town over for a nice dinner. After all, no one should have to cook on their own birthday and it’ll make good use of the cute little sundress he got you and gives you the opportunity to dress up. You better wear the lingerie he got you under it though. Good luck making it to the bedroom when the two of you get back from the restaurant.

Vincent Sinclair

You’re not sure who is more excited, him or you. Vincent makes sure that you have the best time ever and makes the whole day about you. It’s the perfect chance for him to spend the whole day with you and show you how much he loves you.

When you wake up he’ll be missing. He woke up early to make you your favorite breakfast. He had hoped to bring it to you in bed but sadly you’ve always been the early riser. Luckily for you, unlike Bo, Vincent is a good cook. How do you think the three boys survived before you showed up?

Vincent has always been a more private person so while there’s not any decorations all over the house and he can’t take you out to a fancy dinner you can still expect plenty of sweet surprises. He made you a bouquet of wildflowers that he picked, got you the new books you had been telling him you wanted, managed to snag one of the vinyls for the new album your favorite artist had recently released, and even got you some new outfits that he thought would look cute on you.

Vincent would be the one to put on music and dance around the living room with you. He enjoys personal time with you and uses the day to really express to you just how much he cares for you.

At the end of the day he runs you a hot bath. While you soak in the tub he throws around the rose petals and gets the ribbons and candles ready. Before you have time to get dressed Vincent will be scooping you up, tossing you on the bed, and tying you up. Be ready for a long night!

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not really much he can do for you seeing as the town is running low on supplies. Still, he’ll do his best to still make your birthday special for you. Mainly he’s just going to kick Hoyt and Monty out for the day so that you can have one peaceful day together. Luda gets to stay seeing as she’s also happy to celebrate with you.

Thomas lets Luda Mae know he wants to surprise you with something. So while he works on the surprise she’ll make sure to keep you occupied. Luda Mae will fix your hair for you and go ahead and give you the gift that she had made you, a sundress made from floral print fabric. She’s so happy her son found someone, especially someone as beautiful as you.

Thomas will have handmade you a small necklace. Since you didn’t tell him about your birthday until shortly before the day, you left him with little time to make it. He’s lucky that your comfortable with Luda Mae and he can get her to keep you distracted,

When Tommy sees you with the dress his momma made you and your hair fixed up he almost forgets about the small piece of jewelry in his pocket.

After hearing you squeal with delight when you open his gift he’s ecstatic! He loves nothing more than making you happy. when you eagerly get him to help you put it on he thinks he’s going to spontaneously combust with his love for you.

Luda Mae will bake you a cake. You’re basically her daughter in law at this point and she’s going to make sure that you have a good day. She enjoys having another woman in the house and enjoys seeing you and Thomas happy together. You’ve given her the complete family that she’s always wanted.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is very good at being sneaky. At this point, Malcolm already knows that Brahms is a real person. So Brahms has no issue with getting Malcolm to bring him everything he needs and giving him the extra money for the week. He makes sure to cover all the bases, he got you presents, a small cake, and of course stuff to decorate the living room.

The decorations in the living room aren’t necessarily the best. Brahms hasn’t been responsible for doing anything like this in his whole life. But he still does his best to try and impress you and make you happy. Just don’t expect for his best to be very good. After all, it is the thought that counts.

Honestly Brahms not being self centered for once should be enough of a surprise. It’s your birthday so he’ll make sure to be on his best behavior just for you! No tantrums or arguing, he promises! He even makes sure to hide the schedule for the day to make sure you know that today you get to relax.

Of course, you’ll still have to cook since Brahms is only capable of making sandwiches. His peanut butter to jelly ratio may be perfect but that’s not exactly the type of meal he thinks you would want on your birthday. So he does make sure to get the ingredients for all of your favorite foods!

Your presents include expensive jewelry, pretty clothes, and of course lingerie although that’s more of a gift for Brahms than it is for you. He’ll have you model all of the dresses and clothes that he got you. The big finale is the lace bra and underwear that you won’t be wearing for much longer.

Brahms is a switch and usually ends up being the more submissive one in bed. Tonight however, he’ll co for a change of pace and be more dominant. For once, he was the one spoiling you instead of the other way around and that brings out the more mature and dominant side of him. Expect o be sore the next day though, Brahms isn’t exactly good with holding back.

Billy Loomis

Billy has a tendency to be narcissistic and obviously an ass. But he can also be great at hiding those traits. On your birthday he makes sure to do exactly that, really playing up the bad boy/boy next door front he’s capable of. Tatum did believe that he was practically perfect, and on your special day, he’ll do his best to do exactly that.

He may not have the same money as Stu, but he still manages to spoil you. You’ll have his full attention for the day and he let you decide almost everything. Billy even lets you pick out the movies that you watch together on your birthday, which is something he’s never allowed to happen before.

Seeing you be happy gives him a funny feeling that he’s not used to which can cause him to act a little awkward. You throw him off a little bit. He didn’t expect to care so much about someone until you fell into his lap. He’s a simp for you and he knows it. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t be making reservations for that fancy restaurant you loved and buying you a new outfit just for said reservation. Yeah he’s down bad.

Makes sure that you order whatever you want, today cost doesn’t matter. But if he knows your favorite, he orders for you in an attempt to impress you. See, he remembers your favorite food, isn’t he just the best. Also gets your favorite over priced dessert even if you have to take it to go. He can’t bake and he knows that store bought cake just doesn’t compare to the fancy restaurants.

He bought you lingerie for under that cute little outfit and he expects to see it by the end of night. Expect to pinned against the front door before either of you has the chance to unlock it. Billy has been imagining you in nothing but your birthday suit all night and he simply cannot wait any longer.

There’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing you fall apart underneath him. He loves seeing you look absolutely cock drunk with your makeup smeared on your face. Your moans and begs eventually begin to melt together and you just become and incoherent mess as he makes you cum again and again. It’s still not enough for him though, he’s going to make you scream.

Stu Macher

He is very determined to make you have the best day over. Expect breakfast in bed! It may not be great but eat it anyways, Stu is not a morning person and he managed to drag his ass out of bed early just for you. So even if the scrambled eggs have the occasional crunch to them it’s best to just grin and bear it.

Is very determined to take you shopping. Expect for him to buy you anything that you touch or pick up. Like the amazing boyfriend he is he will also carry the many bags that you end up with. You’ll have a brand new wardrobe by the end of the day. Of course he made you pick out a few lingerie sets. He even pointed out the ones he liked and made you find your size.

Of course, Stu will still take you out to a fancy restaurant and do the whole traditional night out thing. After dinner though the two of you will end up on the roof of his house that he made sure to help you out on. Stu is secretly a hopeless romantic deep down and will spend time looking at the stars with you because he thinks it’s something that you would like. Will listen to you as you ramble on about planets and watch as you point out constellations if that’s something you do.

Stu is very clingy at all times so he will be hanging over you all day. That’s nothing really out of the ordinary though. But usually those touches include grabbing your boobs, smacking your ass, and rubbing your hips. On your birthday the touches turn more gentle. Expect him to gently tuck your hair behind your ear so he can see your face, gently caressing your cheek, rubbing your knuckles while he holds your hand, all soft and sweet gestures to convey he truly does care.

He’s usually very fast paced with everything including talking, movements, and of course that includes in bed. But tonight he’ll be slow and gentle, drawing everything out. Also makes sure to focus on your pleasure instead of his own for once.

Asa Emory

Asa never thought he would celebrate anyone’s birthday. He certainly never celebrated his own and doesn’t see the point in doing so. To him, birthdays are just another day and there’s no point in celebrating ageing. So he went about most of his life ignoring birthdays, until you came along.

Asa adored you and your enthusiasm for life and all the good things in the world. You were a bright person, especially when compared to him, and he loved the innocence about it. So when you began to mention your birthday coming up with excitement in your voice he knew that you had expectations for your special day.

He may not be a person who celebrates but he’ll be damned if he disappoints. You’re the one good thing life has given him and he’s not letting you get away from him. If that means getting you a small cupcake and sticking a candle in it and a present then so be it. He can manage doing a little something for you.

When he’s not in his collector persona he is much more awkward and an absolute dork in your eyes. So when he takes you out for a nice dinner you’ll notice his slightly off behavior. Asa doesn’t like crowded public spaces and you’ll be able to pick up on his fidgeting. Luckily your good at carrying the conversation for him.

Asa appreciates that you understand it’s hard for him. So when you begin to do most of the talking and don’t pressure him to contribute much to the conversation besides the occasional nod he’s able to relax.

On the way home he gets nervous once more. What if you hate the present he got for you or expected more. He had only gotten you one thing and it wasn’t much. But when you finally open it and you light up like a kid on Christmas morning he lets out a heavy sigh and finally relaxes. It was only a simple necklace but you acted like he had just handed you the stars.

Asa will be surprisingly gentle with you for one night. Of course, he’ll still tie you up and absolutely wreck you but he makes sure to leave out the cutting and biting out for once. The only bruises you have will be on your hips from his harsh grip. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to love making from him, but you know him well enough to get the meaning behind it.

Jesse Cromeans

Anything you want and it’s yours, he can make anything happen for you. He makes sure to tie up any loose ends with his business well before your birthday so that nothing can interrupt his time spent with you. Of course he makes sure to spoil you even more than he normally does.

Would love to take you on some fancy vacation and stay in one of the finest hotels there. Go ahead, pick any place you want to travel to and he’ll make the arrangements. He makes sure that anywhere he takes you is more private and remote rather than tourist-y though. Both so that he feels more comfortable and so that you can feel special and not have to deal with crowds.

Does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, flowers, ice bucket with champagne kind of ordeal back at the hotel. Did you really expect him not to though? He has the money to so why not and he knows that even though you claim it’s cheesy that you absolutely love it. Th blush on your face and look in your eyes give away your love of cheesy things and he pays attention to every little thing you do.

Of course you get new jewelry, designer clothes, and lingerie but you get other gifts as well. Pretty much anything you’ve mentioned to him recently he makes sure to get you. Rambling on about that new book your favorite author just released? It’s yours! Been needing new materials for any of your hobbies? You got them!

Expect rough sex. Jesse rarely does gentle and with how much smaller you are than him he can sometimes accidentally hurt you. Your just so small and fragile compared to him kitten, he can’t help it. Of course he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards with a hot bath and will gently massage the knots out of your muscles. Jesse always makes sure that you’re taken care of.

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Soo, if you're still taking requests, how would the slashers react to a S/O that steals a part of their clothing to cuddle with as to not feel so alone while their gone?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O cuddling with a piece of their clothing while they’re gone:

Thomas Hewitt

On a busy day, Thomas can work in the basement until pretty late. You understood but you still missed him when you went to bed.

That’s why you pulled out one of his shirts before climbing into bed.

When Thomas comes back as sees you, his heart just melts.

He loves seeing you wearing one of his shirts, they just hang off of you and it’s adorable. In fact, you usually do wear them to bed.

But even if you’re just clutching it to your chest, cuddling it as a replacement for him, Thomas is in awe of you.

He just admires you for a moment before climbing into bed, tired from working all day and needing hold you in his arms.

When he climbs into bed and you instantly cuddle up to him, he can feel all his worries just fading away. He’ll try not to make you go to bed alone again.

Michael Myers

Michael would leave at night when he was going on a kill. He’d be gone until the early hours of the morning and that meant you had to go to bed alone.

So, you grabbed one of his tee-shirts that he wore under his coveralls, and curled up under the covers.

When Michael got home, he washed up and headed to the bedroom, pausing when he saw you cuddled up with his tee-shirt.

Of course, he’s not going to admit it because he’s Michael but something about the sight does warm his heart just a little.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s a little annoyed that it was a tee-shirt getting your attention instead of him.

He just isn’t all that gentle about pulling the tee-shirt from your grasp and tossing it to the floor. Not that you minded when he got into bed and you could cling to his arm instead.

Jason Voorhees

Jason was dealing with some trespassers in the camp and he told you to just get some sleep because he could be all night, so you had to go to bed alone.

So you found one of his tee-shirts before going to bed.

When Jason returned, he was tired and just wanted to get into bed with you.

And when he walked into the bedroom, he saw you clinging to his clothing as a replacement for him. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you missed him even when is was only gone for a few hours, but then he felt bad for leaving you alone.

But at least he made it better when he got into bed and wrapped his arms around you. His tee-shirt was soon forgotten about when your sleeping self realised that Jason was home, cuddling up to him with a small smile.

Brahms Heelshire 

Brahms was having a bad day and had decided to hide out in the walls for a while. You understood and were glad that he was doing what was best for him but you still missed him.

Luckily, he had left his cardigan on the couch, so you snatched it up before going to bed.

Brahms saw you from behind the walls, seeing you cuddled up with his cardigan.

He still wasn’t feeling like his usual self but he just thought you were adorable and had the urge to hold you. So, he quietly came out of the walls and climbed into your bed, wrapping his arms around you from behind and burying his face in your hair.

Him holding you just like you were holding his cardigan.

Bo Sinclair

Bo was at the garage, doing whatever it was he did, and still hadn’t come home. You had waited up for him but eventually decided to go to bed.

But not without fishing out one of his tee-shirts first. If he wasn’t here, this was the second best thing.

When he got home and quietly let himself into the bedroom, he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight.

He wasn’t even gone for the whole night but you had missed him enough to need to cuddle up with his tee-shirt.

He’ll chuckle to himself, shaking his head at you, as he climbs into the bed. It’s not long before you realise he is there and cuddle up to him instead.

He is definitely going to tease you about this in the morning.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent was working in his workroom and you knew he would be down there for a while, probably cleaning up, and he wouldn’t want you to force yourself to stay awake.

So you curled up with one of his sweaters.

Whether you’re wearing the sweater or just cuddling with it when he returns to the bedroom, Vincent loves the sight. He thinks it’s adorable and just you having missed him so much makes him feel so loved. And his sweaters are so big on you that you look so comfortable and cute.

When he gets into bed, he will wrap an arm around you and press his chest to your back. He’s sorry that he made you got to bed alone, he didn’t like it either.

He absolutely melts when you turn around and cuddle up with him instead.

Lester Sinclair

Some visitors had passed through so Lester was in town, talking to his brothers late into the night while you were at home.

You had no idea how long he would be so you decided to go to bed, not forgetting to grab the shirt that he left on the dresser.

When he gets home, seeing you cuddled up with one of his shirts, he just thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. 

He still can’t believe that he was lucky enough to get someone like you. And you actually missed him so much after him being gone for less than day, that you needed to cuddle with some of his clothes to fall asleep. He just loves you so much.

He wants to hold you but the sight it so precious that he’ll get into bed and just leave you to it, but is grinning like an idiot when you turn around and cuddle up to him instead.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba was dealing with some trespassers. The chaos had ended but he needed to finish up and that could take a while, so you went to bed. 

But you didn’t fall asleep until grabbing one of his shirts.

Bubba loves seeing seeing you in his shirts because they’re so big on you and you just look so cute in them!

But he also thinks you’re adorable when he sees you just cuddling one of his shirts while you sleep.

He just joined you in bed and wraps his arms around you. He always cuddled with you, even on the warmest summer nights, and tonight you clearly missed it so he was happy to provide!

Billy Lenz

Billy was having a bad day and needed to be alone for a little while, which you completely understood. But you still missed him clinging to you when you went to bed.

Thankfully, you found one of his sweaters laying around and decided that would have to do.

It was the early hours of the morning when Billy started feeling better. He knew that you would be asleep but he wanted to join you in bed now.

When he got to the bedroom, you were cuddling up with on of his comfortable sweaters. Your face practically buried in the material.

He smiled because it reminded him of himself and how he feels about you, having to resort to your clothes then he missed you. He’s glad that you feel the same way.

But no worries, he’s here now. He climbs into the bed and clings to you like he usually does, smiling and giggling when you turn around and cling right back to him, making sure not to wake you.

Asa Emory (The Collector) 

Asa was at the hotel tonight, leaving you to sleep alone until he returned in the early hours of the morning.

But you missed him, so you grabbed a sweater and went to bed.

When Asa gets home and sees you cuddled up with one of his sweaters, he just shakes his head at you.

He wants to be a little annoyed, that the sweater was now going to be creased, but...he isn’t.

You’re adorable...and you clearly missed him while he was gone, and he can’t be mad at you for that.

He’ll take the sweater from your hold, either hanging it up or tossing it in the wash basket, before getting into bed with you.

The smallest smile forming on his face when you sleepily cuddled up to him instead. He had to admit, this was better.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Jesse was away on one of his business trips, and you always missed him like crazy when he was.

That’s why you always sleep with one of his black shirts.

When Jesse returns home, he’s quiet as to not wake you up yet. And when he sees you cuddling with one of his shirts, he just thinks it’s sweet. He missed you too.

If you’re wearing the shirt, even better!

Jesse has just gotten home after being gone for far too long, if you think he is just going to get in bed with you wearing one of his shirts and go to sleep, you are sorely mistaken.

He’s going to wake you up in the best way possible so that you both can celebrate his return.

Otis Driftwood 

Some new victims had been brought in, so Otis was down in the basement, pretty much making sure that none of them are stupid enough to try to escape.

It could take all night so you had already gone to bed, taking one of his shirts with you.

Otis washed up before heading to the bedroom, knowing you would already be asleep.

He smirks when he sees you cuddled up with one of his shirts. You’re just the cutest. The sweetest thing to ever come into his life.

You missed him this much? He was only gone for a few hours. So, he decides to wake you up by kissing your neck, wanting to know exactly just how much you missed him.

Baby Firefly 

Baby was down in the basement, dealing with a victim who had tried to escape and needed to be taught a lesson. 

You missed her in bed beside you, so you decided to take one of her tops to bed with you.

When Baby returns to the bedroom, seeing you cuddled up with one of her tops, she just smiles.

You’re just adorable!

She’ll join you in bed, of course, laughing fondly when you turn your attention and cuddles to her instead. 

She’ll kiss your face and tell you that you’re adorable, even if you are asleep, before falling asleep with you.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

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Kismet

Requested: No

Paring: Shelby!Sister Reader x Isaiah

Words: 5624

Summary: For a year now, you had a secret relationship with Isaiah and even when he is still in the same room with you, you can’t stop feeling lonely. It’s not that you don’t love him anymore, it more about the weight of the secret you have to carry. But with Tommy as you big brother you can’t risk, telling the truth or your man might get shot.

Note:

I was in the mood for a Shelby!Sister reader x Isaiah and it turned out to be way longer than I expected it... and I even cut out dialog... So here it is!

It’s also flavored with Junior Peaky Boys fun at the beginning. And I was inspired by my homegirl’s one shot called star and my story is an addition to hers, it’s the same night, but Bonnie has some other adventures than the reader and Isaiah.

Somehow I feel like everybody is a little ooc, but I couldn’t correct it.

Requests and tag list are still open, feel free to dm me or send me an ask.

tagging: @bonniesgoldengirl​ @justalonelyslytherin​ @theshelbyclan​ 

Warning: swear words, drinking, binge drinking, gambling, a hinted smut and a sweet ending

It was one of those nights, nothing special, just the usual fellows around the same table in the Garrison.  You had fun nevertheless. All your friends were right there, you had enough to drink and you had a luck hand today. The cards seemed to work in your fortune.

Deviously smiling you revealed your hand. You just had won this round and it gave you unholy amounts of satisfactions. “Ha”, you cheered: “Suck it up.”

Your friend shrugged and shoved his coins in your direction. All he said was a very grumpy “There you go”, but it pleased you.

You took the money and peaked around the corner. Where was Michael with the drinks? He was like a brother to you, but he was just your cousin. Maybe it was because you were born just two months before his older sister, Anna. Even though, she was gone Michael came back to his real family and now you were closer than ever. You cared for him, more than your siblings did.

But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t hit him, if he just left the bar to fuck with some random girl. It was not about him having sex, more about leaving without telling anybody. Especially when he was supposed to get drinks for the table. You moaned and said: “Where is Michael?”

“Probably doing somebody”, Isaiah joked and lit a cigarette. Then he offered you one and you took it gladly. Actually, you bit your lip and gave him the side-eye, but you had to hide your smile in front of the others. Bonnie and Finny weren’t the smartest boys in Small Heath, but you wouldn’t risk it.

You had so much fun with Isaiah that you didn’t even know when it started. Months passed by, while you were completely caught up in your little game with him. Nobody knew it. That was mainly Isaiah’s fault. At first it amused you to keep your relationship with him secret, but now you were ready to tell your family about it. Your boyfriend didn’t like the idea.

Somehow you thought Michael started to notice. He gave you the glace, which said: “I know, dear”, but maybe you were just getting crazy. You just had to be more careful around others now and everything was fine.

The night was still young and you were keen to make Bonnie lose all his money today. He had won the boxing match earlier and the bruises were still visible, but unfortunately for him, he couldn’t win against you. It was just a card game, but it filled you with gleeful joy. This and the fact that Isaiah was sitting next to you. Sometimes he would brush your thigh with his fingers, which made you giggle even more.

“There he is”, yelled Finny while being so fucking drunk, like you never had seen him before. Michael arrived with messy hair and his tie was undone, but he had your drink and that was all that you care for. “Finally”, you fluted and ripped the glass of his hand: “Thank you, babe.”

And the whiskey was still cold, which meant he fucked the girl first and ordered the drinks afterwards. “How was she? Good?” you asked before you took a sip from your whiskey. You weren’t a lightweight when it came to drinking, maybe not as well as Arthur and John, but you could tolerate much more than Ada and Finny. Your little brother was so drunk, he looked like his head was all empty and yet filled with bullshit.

Michael sat down next to you and answered: “Mhh, she was okay, but she talked too much.” Then you felt the weight of a hand on your thigh again. A shiver rushed down your spine, but it was the wrong side. Your cousin had put his hand on your knee. “Everything alright, Y/N?”

You nodded. “Yeah, everything is perfect”, you blabbered hoping he wouldn’t keep asking questions, but he did. “Don’t be so worried, every time I’m with a girl. I know you’re still a virgin, but you can get some too. Tommy wouldn’t be against it.”

How wonderfully wrong he was. Neither were you a virgin nor would Tommy be okay with this. After all, you were his little sister and he wouldn’t accept the guy, you were sleeping with. Of course, Isaiah was a friend of the family, but after the whole thing with Ada and Freddie you had something to worry about.

The best snarky comeback was right on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t say it without letting something slip. ‘What gives you the idea I’m still a virgin?’ And yet you were silent as the guy who fucked you, sat right next to you. You felt trapped and decided to go straight forward. “Yes, he would. You know it and everybody in Small Heath knows it.”

“Oh whatever”, Michael mumbled: “Just drink enough and you eventually forget about it.”

You grinned and emptied your drink. “Fuck it, let’s play some cards. I’m not done with Mr. Gold over here.”  Then you took the cards and dealt them to start the next round.

Much later that night when you brought Finn back home and went straight back to the pub, in front of the entrance, you stumbled into Bonnie. “Is there a reason why you’re smirking?” you asked him. He was gleaming red and smiling like an idiot.

Then you remembered. “The singer, right?” Bonnie nodded and his grin got even wider. “You talked to her?” Again he gave you a silent answer. You grabbed his arm and pulled him back inside. He was a lot heavier than you thought, but then again, you were just a girl and he was a boxer.

Sometime it was weird to only have male friends, it just happened. Maybe it was because of your brothers. Maybe that’s why you never acted like a proper girl. Of course you felt like a woman and you liked your body, but in your eyes it was so much easier to talk to guys.

“Eyy, where did you found him?” Michael slurred and helped you to put your friend on a chair again. With your hands finally free you had the chance to explain. “Found him outside. I don’t know what he did there, but he talked to the singer.”

Both, Isiah and Michael nodded. It was only logical for Bonnie to freak out after it talking to her. He was there every Friday night looking for the singer and now his brain seemed to melt, just because she said something to him. But neither of you knew, what she said exactly. Maybe this was a problem for another night. It didn’t look like Bonnie was able to answer.

So you ordered some more drinks and sat back down again. In this separate room, which was reserved for your family, it was almost too tempting to get close to your boyfriend again. Isiah looked so good that night and it hurt to be unable to touch him… or to kiss him. But you would be satisfied with just holding his hand now.

It was a curse; you knew it soon after you realized that you loved him. He was handsome, charming and a loyal friend. There was no better man for you, even though you wished you could be together in public. And again you bit your lip and moved your chair away from him.

But you couldn’t think about this anymore, it was too frustrating and luckily somebody else caught your attention. It was Bonnie who mumbled very quietly: “I think she kissed me, but it could be a dream as well. It felt so surreal.”  You padded his shoulder and nodded to underline your compassion.

It was just the same with Isaiah. Whenever you two were alone, it was amazing and beautiful. He was so soft and romantic and he just made you happy. But every time you woke up and he was gone, the sweet scenery shattered. And out in public it was getting annoying to find excuses to be with him or getting away, so you could spend some time alone with him and you had to lie to your whole family about your whereabouts. Slowly it became exhausting.

There was nothing you could do about it, so you just drank your whiskey and talked with the boys about Bonnie’s singer and the girl Michael had. It was so easy for them to display their relationship in the public, but of course you didn’t have this privilege as a girl. Apparently, you needed to be protected. Or so it has been explained to you. You wasn’t concerned for your safety but for your freedom. Tommy said it was his job as your big brother to care for you, even if it felt like he was controlling you. You have always been the wild one among your siblings and everything was fine, until your mum died and your dad left. Then Tommy was in charge and sometimes his opinions would vary from yours, which led to fights. And yet you feared what he might do, if he found out about your secret.

All the sudden Bonnie fell from his chair and you groaned. Now somebody had to bring him home as well. First Finn and now him… but why they couldn’t take the whiskey today? You weren’t nearly as drunk as them, but still.

Isaiah stood up and picked his friend up. “I’m taking him home. I’ll be right back”, he said, before leaving.

Now Michael and you were alone. It wasn’t what you wanted. The only thing you could think of was smooching the sweet lips of your boyfriend. You were caught up in your little fantasy, when your cousin woke you up again. “Isaiah is acting weird lately.”

“Oh… really? I didn’t notice”, you replied: “He seemed normal to me.” Your hand grabbed the fringe of your dress. Talking about him made you nervous.

Michael moaned and fumbled for his cigarettes. He put them out, you took one and he turned his between his fingers, when he added: “I don’t know, maybe I’m getting paranoid, but I think he is hiding something from us.” Then he lit his cigarette and took a drag from it.

You inhaled sharply and stared into the void for a second, before answering: “Don’t be silly, he is just as loyal as ever.” Then you laughed and Michael joined in. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I just needed to get this off my chest.”

The rest of the conversation went just like usual. You chatted, you bickered and you had fun. While the bell already announced the new day, Isaiah came back.

In this tiny glimpse of a moment you couldn’t hide your smile and he reciprocated. Actually, you were just waiting for Michael to leave now. It was your plan all along, but patience has never been your strong suit.

It took three more rounds for Michael to say goodnight. “Take care of her, will you?” Isaiah nodded. When Michael finally grabbed his jacket and headed to the door, you felt unbelievably excited. Your fingertips slapped a melody on the table, while you watched him leaving. The door shut and now you had what you longed for all night.

You turned around and looked at him. Gosh, waiting felt like an eternity. Now you were the one smiling like an idiot. Slowly Isaiah came closer and his hand pulled you to him for a kiss. “Finally”, you whispered against his lips, before giving him what he wanted.

After you two parted you rested your head on his shoulder. Now you were getting tired as well, but you didn’t want to go to your bed. “I was waiting the whole evening for this”, he moaned and stroked your hair.

The smell of his perfume made you realized how much you missed him too, even though he was with you since you went to Garrison tonight. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him to give him a tight squeeze. Then you signed: “I wish we didn’t have to hide” and buried your face in his shirt.

“Babe”, he replied: “We already had this conversation. It wouldn’t end well. Let’s just enjoy what we have as long as we can.” It hurt, but Isaiah was right. There was no chance Tommy was getting you off the hook, once he knew about it. And no matter how you explained it to him, he would still be against it. You were too young for stuff like that, as if he didn’t fucked Greta, when he was the same age.

You leaned back to see his beautiful face again. There was something in his eyes, a twinkle or something like that, but it always made you feel comfortable. A lick of your lip was enough to purpose the idea of doing something nasty. He knew you since you were children and it was like he could read your thoughts, especially the dirty ones.

Isaiah started giggling and asked: “Hey, babe, I still can cheer you up, right?”

Maybe it was time for some fun, different to the fun you had before with your friends. The word pleasure would describe it well and with his knowing look he gave you so many ideas. You laughed and nodded. “I think it might help when you do the thing with your tongue.”

“Oh”, he responded amused: “Like this?” And then grabbed you for a kiss and god, what a kiss it was. His tongue brushed your upper lip just to enter your mouth and explore it as if it was your first kiss. He even bit your lip playfully and kept going until you couldn’t breathe no more. Your knees started shaking and it was needless to say, he was the best kisser you ever had.

It took you a while to catch a breath again, but then you answered: “Yeah, just like this… But maybe we could go to your place and do a little more?”

He didn’t seem to be so sure about this suggestion. His thumb stroked your shoulder as he held you in his arm. Because he was so quiet for a second, you knew, he thought about this backwards and forwards. “But right when the sun comes up, you have to go back home”, he argued.

Again, Isaiah was right. You should take too many risks. Otherwise you might get caught and neither of you wanted that. All you could do was to shrug and agree: “Just don’t shoo me after we fucked.” There was bitterness in your voice. What wouldn’t you give to wake up next to him every morning?

The pub was almost empty, when you left. You couldn’t hold his hand on the way out. Everybody in Small Heath was Tommy’s spy. Back on the streets a cold wind blew. Now you had an excuse to go near him and he shared his coat with you. Isaiah was always so sweet and caring. You knew you wanted to spend your future with him. There was no other man and you wouldn’t get over him, not now and not in five years.

You even took off your shoes before entering the Jesus household and followed him on your tiptoes to his room. It was completely dark in the house and the silence was haunting, but good for you, you knew the way by now. The excitement made your fingers tremble.

Finally you arrived where you wanted to be the whole day, in his room. Isaiah closed the door as quietly as possible and started smiling. You walked up to him and started to unbutton his shirt. Now you didn’t want to waste any time.

And neither did Isaiah. He was ripping down your dress, which only worked because the straps were so thin. His hands were all over your body and you couldn’t stop kissing every inch of his skin. It felt like magic whenever he touched you. You moaned, when he played with your bare breasts. To silence you he put his thumb on your lips, which you took as an invitation to suck it. Maybe it was mean to tease him like that, but you were desperate for his affection.

An hour later you laid next to him, your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. “You should leave, before we both fall asleep, babe”, he whispered, which caused you to sign. Leaving now was draining, even exhausting. After this wonderful sex, you were too tired to move anywhere, not to the bathroom and certainly not back to your cold bed.

You pouted your lips and tilted your head, so you could give him your puppy eyes and a pretty please with cream and a cherry on top. “Just ten more minutes. Your bed is way comfier than mine.”

He laughed and kissed your forehead. “That’s just because I’m in this bed and you like to use me as your personal giant pillow.” Your fingers hovered about his belly. Even though his muscles weren’t tense now, you could still feel the strength lying beneath his skin.

While your index finger drew circles around his bellybutton, you whined: “Maybe… just maybe that is true, but I still want to lay here for a bit. Otherwise I start to feel like a whore, who only comes for sex and leaves silently afterwards.”  It wasn’t a knock against Lizzie or her job, but you didn’t like the feeling, when you got home and had to find sleep in your own bed. Even though you had a relationship with him, you still felt lonely. Especially when the sun was rising and nobody was by your side.

“You’re not a whore and you know that”, he argued looking a little concerned.

Then you turned on your back and stared at the ceiling. “No, I’m a Shelby and that is probably worse”, you scoffed.

Now Isaiah was silent and had no witty comeback for that. Maybe, because it was true. If you weren’t part of the family, you could be with anyone, whoever you wanted. Carrying the name Shelby was the only reason, why you had to hide your relationship with Isaiah.

After a while he mumbled: “Okay, stay for a while, but you should be back before they open the shop.” By that time you were already half asleep and yet his words made you smile. He wrapped his arms around you, the little spoon and purred like a cat. Just in this position the both of you fell asleep.

Loud steps were coming near the door, but they wouldn’t wake you up. The screaming of Isaiah’s name did. It was a familiar voice and it took you a couple of minutes to notice, it was your brother Finn who shouted and ran down the hall. Suddenly you were wide awake. You startled up and looked around the room. The sun was already up and shining through the window. Then you saw Isaiah, who was just as frightened as you were.

If Finn came rushing through that door, your secret relationship was no longer secret. “I locked the door last night”, he whispered, which was relieving to you, but still no perfect solution for this problem.

Now Finn arrived at the other side of the door and was knocking on it like crazy. “Isaiah, wake up! Y/N is gone. Nobody can find her and Michael said you were the last one with her in the bar”, your brother yelled. You could hear the panic in his voice, but you couldn’t get caught. Not now.

You stumbled out of the bed and collected your clothes, when you heard Isaiah ask: “What are you going to do? You can’t go out there. He will find out.” And you knew your boyfriend wasn’t concerned about Finn, more about Tommy.

The tension in the room was immense. You had to come up with a plan or your brothers would shoot your lover in front of your eyes.

Suddenly you knew what to do. You pushed the pile of clothing to your chest and squeeze it thigh, when you explained in a lower tone: “I’m gonna hide in the wardrobe and then you open the door and go with Finn away. Afterwards I can come out and then I go to the betting shop and tell the others I have fallen asleep on a bench or something.” It was not the best plan, but yet your only option.

Isaiah nodded and you climbed into the cabinet where he stored his shirt and jackets. The second you entered the small wooden space, you knew it was all going down. Call it intuition, call it divination, call it whatever power Polly owned, but you felt it rushing through your body. He closed the door behind you and then you could hear him stumble into his pants.

Only half clothed he unlocked the door to let Finn in. Isaiah was still sleepy. He wasn’t the morning type of person and before he hadn’t had his breakfast he wasn’t really available. Finn strode up and down. You heard is nervous steps. “Everybody is freaking out right now. Polly thinks somebody kidnapped her or worse. I mean, she has always been unratable in her doings, but this time my sister is really going of the edge. It’s already past lunch and nobody has seen her”, Finn explained: “This morning her bed was empty and I thought I shouldn’t worry, but now I’m afraid I should have said something sooner.”

The cabinet was very uncomfortable and yet you tried not to move or to make a noise, which would cause Finn’s attention. However, being in Isaiah’s position didn’t seem to be pleasant as well. He had to lie to his best friend about the whereabouts of his missing sister, knowing she was sitting right here. Isaiah patted his friends shoulder and said nothing.

Finn didn’t calm down and seemed to be upset, Isaiah wasn’t panicking like him. “C’mon, get dressed. We have to look for her. She might be lying somewhere in the dirt. We shouldn’t waste even more time, standing around.” Then he walked to the closet and opened just the door where you had been hiding.

Butt-naked you fell down to the floor and looked up to your younger brother, who had the same face expression as the one time you told him where the babies were coming from. Some when later you would look back at this moment and would have a good laugh about this, but right now it felt like your world was collapsing.

He should have seen you like this and it took you a whole minute to gather the mental energy to get back up at your feet and greet him like it was the normal thing to do in a situation like this. “Hey, Finny, there I am.”

Your brother froze mid movement and stared at you as if you were the first pink elephant the world has seen or a bear riding a bike. Then he broke the silence. “What?”, he winced. There was no anger in his voice, just total confusion.

Finn looked to Isaiah and then back to you. “You screwed my sister?!”

There was no answer to this question.

“How long?” Finn asked: “How long did you hide that from me?”

You glared over to you boyfriend as if you were asking him for permission to say something. Isaiah signed and nodded. There was no point in denying this anymore. It was over.

Now you had to tell the truth. “A couple of months, maybe a year or so”, you croaked and your voice sounded strange. Like it was not your own and even though you dreamt about finally opening up, it shouldn’t have been like this.

Your brother yelled: “A year?! A whole fucking year? Damn, I should be proud because apparently you two are excellent liars with no moral issues… you two deserve each other.” You heard the disgust and disappointment, when he spoke and it broke your heart. Back then, when the whole thing started you though he might be the only one of your brothers to understand you. How wonderfully wrong you were.

“No”, you said under your breath: “Don’t fucking do this to me. I would have told you, if you wouldn’t have run straight to Tommy after you knew. Everybody knows you can’t keep a secret. So don’t act like it was my fault or my mistake, because it’s not. I would have gladly told everybody, I’m like him very much, but you and Tommy and Arthur and John made it impossible for me to even talk with a guy who is not part of the gang. You can’t turn this around and act like you are the victim in all this.”

It was time for you to stand up for yourself and your decisions… and time for you to get dressed. You didn’t seem as responsible as you were when you were still naked and in front of the closed you have been hiding in. Now you knew how wrong it was to lie and hide your relationship, because it wasn’t their concern. It was your life, your body and your choice. Nobody could take that from you and certainly not your brothers. You weren’t afraid of them. All your life you saw how your brothers treated women and you said nothing about it, but this should change right now.

So you stood there, furious and filled with rage, put on your dress and your shoes and said one last thing, before leaving: “This madness has to end.”

You stormed out of the room- not caring for Isaiah or Finn- and heading for the King of Small Heath to throw him out of his high throne. Your hair was a nest and you smelled like a bar after a dirty old night, when you entered the betting shop. Nobody was there, just the regular family members.

Everybody seemed to be relieved to see you again and then came close to hug you. Ada was right next to the door and the first to greet you. “Oh my god, you’re back, sweetie”, she muttered.

Next was Polly who examined your appearance for cuts and other injuries. Of course you had none, besides the hickeys Isaiah gave you. She tried to take a closer look of your neck, but you pulled away, which caused her to ask: “What happened? Where were you all night?”

Now Tommy was coming up to you. His steps were slow, but fierce and the glare in his eyes was pinching. “Just from the smell I would guess, she was with a guy this night”, he scoffed: “She probably had a lot of fun, but now she should say, who that guy was, so we can take actions.” You knew he was addressing you, even though he didn’t phrase it like that.

“I don’t think, this is your business”, you replied with a grin on your face. You wouldn’t back down. Not this time. “But yes, I was with a guy tonight. So you don’t need to worry. I’m completely fine.”

Your older brother led out a little laugh, pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “Well, well, well, I don’t care what you think. I’m your brother and it’s my job to make sure you’re safe”, he explained: “And now you tell me who he was.” Ah, past tense, a hint of what was going to happen.

You crossed your arms and tiled your head to give him a dismissive look. “Who said it was your job?” was your comeback, but your brother wasn’t remotely impressed. Neither of you would let the other win. You were too stubborn for this gesture of insight.

Others, including Arthur and John, were somehow intimidated by Tommy’s behavior, but not you. Actually, you learned too much from him to take his shit.  He taught you to help your head up high and how to outsmart your enemies.  Now you could use the same strategies against him.

“Ever since our father left and mom died, you act like you are in charge, but you’re not. We are your siblings, not your pawn, waiting for your command”, you hissed: “I have my own life and I make my own decisions and who I meet shouldn’t concern you.” Slowly your anger grew. It was a boiling feeling in your gut, like you were fueled with fire.

Tommy was getting gleaming red. You had hit the right spot and you knew you would hurt him with your words, but otherwise he wouldn’t understand. The words were stuck in his throat as he killed you with his looks.

Patiently, you waited for his answer. He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction, but silencing your brother was the best thing ever, since he was the reason why you felt miserable lately. “No comeback? No arguments, dear?” You loved to poke his wounds and you did it with a huge smile on your face.

“As if you would listen to me… You even said it yourself. You wouldn’t take my advice”, he responded and bid his lip. “But I don’t need to talk to you to teach you a lesson. You’re too young to fuck around town and I’m going to find the bastard who did this and kill him.”

The door was opened behind you and soon Finn entered the room. You gave your little brother the death glare you were known for. He shouldn’t get the idea he was allowed to talk about what he found out.

You should be raging right now, but all you could do was laugh. His empty threats weren’t as daunting as he thought. With nothing but spite you whistled: “I would love to see you try. I kept this a secret for over a year now and you noticed nothing. And now I can wait another year for you to find him… or I could run away… whatever you prefer.”

Now you’re pushing your luck. Finn could ruin everything, if he just said one wrong word. The palms of your hands were sweaty. It was a dangerous game you played there, but it was not like you could back out of it now. This was road of no return.

Tommy seemed to be more surprised than fuming, when he asked: “You slept with some geezers for a year now?” He respected your talent to keep it under the radar. Everybody who could shirk his rules deserved acknowledgement for putting up with this risk. Maybe he was finally realizing how much you had grown. You weren’t his little kitten anymore.

“No, not geezers, just one guy”, you corrected him: “But yes, that is true.”

You watched Tommy as he walked around the table, heading for the whiskey, while he nodded understandingly. “Mh, so you would say it’s love?”

A sign came from your lips. You already knew the answer, but you weren’t so sure, if you should say this out loud. After all, you didn’t even have a proper talk about this with Isaiah. Silence was filling the room, while you calculated your risks. If you said, you loved him and Isaiah wasn’t as serious about the relationship, you would look like an idiot. Good for you, he didn’t come to the betting shop to witness the fight between you and your brother. Finally you decided to tell everybody: “Yes, I do.”

“Good”, Tommy mumbled while he poured his whiskey: “Then you should have my blessing. Just give us the name now.” He took a sip and seemed to be amused by your embarrassment.

Talking about Isaiah, while he wasn’t present, was weird, but you knew why he stayed in the comfort of his own room. You weren’t mad at him for not running after you. This was your fight and not his. And after all your brothers were a little scary, when it comes to stuff like this.

But you had Tommy’s word now and nothing should happen to your man. You shrugged and rolled with your eyes. The fuss they made about this was still annoying.

Ada patted your shoulder and encouraged you to speak. “Do we know him?” The answer was yes, but it was also the reason, why you struggled to say it out loud.

Even John chimed in and kept pushing: “Yeah, what’s up with this fella?” He was smiling to let you know the mood had changed. Nobody was against you anymore.

“It’s…”, you started and fumbled for the seam of your dress: “It’s Isaiah.”

At first it was dead silence, while the others processed the information, then Arthur and John burst out in laughter. Finn seemed to be relieved, because he would have hated it to keep a secret like this. Your older sister was hugging you a little too tight and even Polly was smiling.

Tommy had a smug on his face when he muttered: “If that’s the case, then you should have your happiness.”

“Isaiah is a fine fella. You will be alright”, hummed Arthur. Apparently everybody was happy with your choice. You just had to stand up for yourself.

It felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders and then you could laugh about it too. But suddenly you remember that Isaiah was still waiting for his death in his room. “I should go and let him of the hook”, you fluted and already went to the door when you heard Tommy said: “Don’t get pregnant or he has to marry you.”

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