Requested by anon:
Hey could you do a Theo imagine where the reader is the youngest of the pack (like 16) and she’s Scott’s beta. She let Theo crash at her place when she found out she was sleeping in his car and they bonded during the time he’s been staying at her house and slowly but surely became an item, and the pack finds out and they aren’t too happy bc of the age gap and the whole he tried to destroy them thing😂. Thank you lovely💜💜
A/N: I’m weirdly proud of this.
Y/N is famously known for her maturity despite her young age. Her mind was of a young adult’s yet she was only sixteen.
Y/N had caught the attention of Scott one day, when she openly argued with a teacher about an offensively sexist comment that he had made. The initial incident had sparked Scott’s interest and made him reach the conclusion of turning Y/N.
Scott had asked Deaton to hire Y/N, since she was trying her best to help her mom, especially after her father passed. “I don’t know why you do the things you do Scott McCall, but I am eternally grateful.“
She smiled and hugged his waist, “Don’t mention it, and besides, I could use the help around here.” His chest shook with a gentle chuckle while he wrapped his arms around her frame.
“Okay, so what’s my first assignment boss?” The alpha shook his head at the ridiculous nickname she’d already come up with. “I need you to relabel the containers in the cabinets.” She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot,
“Come on boss, why do you have to go and give me a wussy assignment?"
"Do you want to clean out the cages?"
"Relabeling it is."
"That’s what I thought."
"See you tomorrow, Scott.” Y/N waved goodbye and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. The cool summer breeze flowing smoothly into her hair, doing her the favor of flipping it back.
Stopping in her tracks, Y/N raised her head up and met the glimmer of the bright moon that illuminated the whole parking area.
“Damn it!” A voiced roared, following a loud thud. Y/N frantically looked around, trying to find the source. She spotted the single car that was parked, and went around it, careful not to make any noise.
“Theo?” She narrowed her eyes and bent her back slightly. He was in a distressed state. His back was against the tire of the car, his knees were pulled to his chest and his head was tucked in his arms.
“What’re you doing here?” She pulled her bag off her shoulder and set it next to her, placing her other hand on his.
“Please go, I don’t want you to see me like this.” His head didn’t move until her heard a slight thud, she had sat herself facing his side and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m not going anywhere, Raeken.” She shook her head once. “What’s going on Theo?” She said, more gently this time. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone?” She bit her lip, nodding and listening carefully.
“I’ve been living in my car,” he sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration.
“For a while now."
"Theo,” she gasped with eyes wide in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He remained silent for a while, “You’re Scott’s beta Y/N, why would you wanna help me after what I’ve done to your pack?” His curiosity rose when she smiled and said “Everyone deserves a second chance, you’re not a monster-"
"But I am!” The increase in his voice surprised her, but her body didn’t react to it. “Oh hush you,” she poked his forehead with her finger. “You’re not a monster Theo.” She said firmly.
“You really believe that?” The hopeful tone in his voice caused a sympathetic smile to appear on her lips. “Of course I do, so come on,” she stood up and extended a hand to pull him up. He stared at it in confusion.
"Come on,“ she urged and finally complied.
He stood and patted off the dust from the back of his pants.
"You’re staying with me-"
"What?! No, Y/N you’ll get in so much trouble with Scott, and what about your mom?"
"We don’t have to tell Scott right away, and my mom would kill me if she knew that I let my friend continue to live in his car. Now, are you coming or what?” She said, not really planning on taking no for an answer as she walked to the passenger side and started folding the makeshift sheets she assumed he’s been keeping himself warm with.
Her heart shattered at the chaotic state that the car was in, how the hell was he getting by? The drive to her house was short and silent, there was a lot to be said, but Y/N wanted to give him time.
“Young lady! You better have a convincing explanation as to why you’re late or el- oh, hello,” Y/N’s mother had been worried about her daughter’s whereabouts. “Mom, you remember Theo?"
"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N.” Y/N took a few steps to her mother and dragged her to the kitchen.
“Mom, Theo’s staying with us for a while okay?” She spoke in a hushed tone, but already aware that he’d heard her. “What?!” Her mother whisper-shouted with saucer-like eyes.
“He’s been living in his car for god knows how long, are you really gonna allow that?” Her mother’s eyes softened and a sad look replaced the shocked one.
“Of course not, Jesus, why’s he living in his car? That poor boy."
"Don’t say that mom, he’s not a ‘poor boy’. He’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.” She defended with a small smile on her face. “You like him,” a mischievous smile was plastered on her mother’s face.
“Alright mom, goodnight.” She said with blushing cheeks as she wrapped her fingers around Theo’s wrist and dragged him to her room. “Goodnight Mrs. Y/L/N.” Theo shouted slightly from the top of the stairs.
“Goodnight, and call me Y/M/N.” He heard her say before Y/N shut the door to her room. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” she huffed and leaned against the door.
“Is it alright if we talk about this tomorrow? I’m exhausted.” He said with a small yawn. “Oh! Of course, sorry, yeah.” She peered at him with curiosity when he settled himself on the chair next to her bed with the blanket she had handed him.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?” He panicked slightly at the tone of her voice.
“What? What’s wrong?” He said with a frown. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep on a freaking chair, you’re sleeping next to me. Come on.” She patted the empty space beside her.
“Are you sure Y/N? I don’t wanna bother you,” he trailed off with a hint of sadness in his voice.
“You won’t bother me,” she sent him a reassuring smile, “Now come on we’ve got school tomorrow.” He nodded obediently and did as told.
He tried to leave a respectable distance between their bodies, but Y/N had ended up between his arms, sometime in the middle of the night.
A couple of months had passed and Theo had grown accustomed to being a part of the Y/L/N family as Y/M/N would put it. He had also started falling, deeply, for Y/N.
“Hey, is it alright if we meet up before you head to work?” Theo’d caught up with Y/N before she entered her class, “Sure,” she smiled sweetly and walked into the room.
When Y/N met up with him later on, he was nervously pacing back and forth next to his truck. He kicked a few pebbles that laid on the concrete, and lifted his head when he heard the all too familiar heartbeat of Y/N.
“Hey, is everything alright?” She asked with concerned eyes. “Yeah, better than alright, I just need to tell you something.” He grabbed both of Y/N’s hands and took a couple of steps back until he was leaning against his car.
“What is it?” She giggled at his euphoric state. “I wanted to let you know, that I will forever be grateful for what you and your mother have done for me. You gave me a home, Y/N. You’re my home. And I hope that by saying this I won’t be denting our relationship because there’s nothing I’d hate more than losing you. I’m in love with you, Y/N.” he spoke out of breath, his chest heaving up and down as the overwhelming feeling of love swam through him.
“Theo,” she whispered with a blurred vision. “And I know that the age gap between us is not something people will approve of, but I love you, like I’ve never loved before."
"Oh, Theo,” she whined as tears slid down her cheeks.
“I love you too.” She stared at him with loving eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands instinctively went for her back and pulled her as close as possible.
“I love you,” he smiled and leaned in, his craving for her lips finally satisfied. He inhaled through his nose and tangled his fingers in her hair.
“I love you.” She said and he sighed contently as his forehead met hers.
“Y/N?!” Stiles’ panic-filled voice startled them out of each other’s embrace. “What the hell are you doing with her? Huh?!” Stiles made a beeline to Theo’s collar.
"Stiles!“ Both of her hands landing on his bicep and pulled him back.
"Don’t hurt him,"
"Like he hurt us?”
"Stiles.“ She stated firmly with a deep frown on her face.
"He’s not like that anymore,” she pulled him away and tried to get his attention. “I’m sure he isn’t,” Scott joined in with a disappointed-father look on his face.
“Scott, I can explain-"
"And why do you need to explain exactly? What have you two been doing?” She frowned some more, if that was even possible.
“You better stay aw-"
"Would someone fucking listen to me?! I love him, and he’s been living with me and mom. He’s been wonderful actually, taking away some of mom’s stress and taking care of me.” To say that the scene was emotional would be an understatement.
“You’re too young for him! And what about what he’s done to us?"
"I’ve changed Scott, I swear.” Were the first words that fell out of Theo’s shaking lips. “Listen to my heartbeat and tell me if I’m lying, I’m in love with Y/N, you know what first love is like Scott.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, an unexpected snarl was earned from Stiles.
“If you ever, and I mean ever, hurt so much as a hair on this young lady, I’ll rip out your skin with my teeth.” Stiles closed and opened his mouth twice with the clicking of his teeth, for visual aid.
“Hey!” Y/N said with a slight giggle and a playful smack to his chest.
To fall in love with a monster Means you open your ribcage wide open, see through his cold face, fully believe he’s soft inside, he just need to be loved more and you’re so ready to worship him Means you lick the scars on your hands because he doesn’t know how to touch without hurting Means you look away from warnings because they don’t understand him as much as you do Means an ocean of forgiveness Means it’s okay I don’t mind again and again and again Until you can’t tell the difference between I love you with please hurt me more Maybe you deserve a monster because you too are a monster under that skin Fall in love with a monster, Means fingers trembling picking up shattered glass on the floor shutting the door when he leaves Because a beast doesn’t know how to stay
My Lovely Assistant - Chapter 1
“Be careful with that, you oaf! FRAGILE! Can’t you read?!…Oh wait,
guess y’can’t. Still, be careful with it!” Dr. Junkenstein scrambled
after the hulking form of his Monster, who was carrying an enormous crate in
both bulky arms. The crate had arrived on a ragged looking delivery
wagon late that night, and Junkenstein had become so excited that he had
dragged the thing up two sets of stairs all by himself, before
realizing his more muscular creation could carry it up the other
Still babbling to himself, he swerved ahead of the
hulking Monster and thrust a booted foot forward to kick open the door.
The crate was finally delivered into its proper place in his upper spire
labs, and was already drawing attention. Monster had stepped back and
was eying it rather distrustfully, the zomnic prototypes scattered
around the room all turned their heads, and even Scarecrow- one of his
earliest and most useless tests at false life- had appeared to peek in
another door, its glowing lenses whirring softly.
turned to face the massive crate proudly, hands on his hips. “Can’t
believe it’s finally here! This here’s a game-changer, boys! Turns out
it’s not just the Witch who’s taken a stroll on the other side and come
back, ooooh no. There’s others out there who have defeated death itself.
This one…This one is going to be invaluable to my studies. Not like you
lot, or you…or especially YOU!” He pointed in a very accusatory way at
Scarecrow, who covered its face with its spindly straw hands and started
uttering weepy noises. Junkenstein summarily ignored it, waving a hand
at Monster, who had reappeared next to his side with a crowbar. “Well,
what are you waiting for?! Get it open! Get it open right now!”
crowbar was jammed into the crate’s wood, pulling nails and sending
splinters flying as the top was wrenched away. It clattered onto the
ground nearby, and Junkenstein nearly dove into it, reaching his top
half into the container as he began pulling away clumps of straw and
cloth and soft cushions. With a shrieking “Ah-haaa!” he finally
emerged a moment later, helping to prop up the form of…a woman? Though
it was not a sort of woman that had ever been seen in a place like
Eichenwalde before. She was a tiny thing, dressed in a strange purple
foreign costume, her skin deathly pale save for the circles of rouge on
her cheeks to give the illusion of lifelike rosiness. A domed hat with a
feather lay perched atop her elaborate hair, and a scroll with strange
markings lay across her face, almost obscuring her glasses. A pair of
tiny fangs jutted over her pale lower lip. And she seemed to be
A/N: Okay, so I was gonna try to write this angsty sister fic, but it turned into this little drabble. It’s a little longer than I expected, but still a not as long as my usual fics. I apologize if you don’t find it as funny as me, but I do have weird sense of humor. So…tell me what you think and all that good stuff
Warnings: Language (Inappropriate), Mentions of Sexy Times, Slightly Drunk Reader, Terribly Funny (Or Terribly Not Funny…), Slight sexual spoilers from the show I guess…let me know if I missed anything
Let me know if you wanna be tagged in anything by sending a message or an ask
Word Count: 902
Sam x sister!reader (Twins)
Dean x sister!reader
I face claim Sophia Bush as Sam’s twin because this (but of course imagine yourself or whoever you want)
Another week, another successful hunt. There were after all perks to being the best hunters in the business. It had been a fairly simple one. Some vengeful spirit haunting a small town bookstore. Something that Dean hadn’t stopped bugging Sam about since you hit the road.
“You say books aren’t evil? I beg to differ! That damn spirit almost took me out with a book about pregnancy. What To Expect When You’re Expecting or some crap.”
“Bet you weren’t expecting that.” You mumble from the back seat of the beloved impala.
“What was that?” Dean glares at you through the rear-view.
Tony blinked down at them slowly, then began picking them up. They were purple, a deep, rich hue, and each feather was as long as his forearm. He took a moment to be very, very glad that his parents were on trips and that Jarvis and Ana were out shopping, because he’d never be able to explain these.
There was a trail of them. Tony followed them, stooping to pick up each feather, because it wouldn’t do to for someone to stumble over any of them. It was… an awful lot of feathers. Like an alarming amount of feathers. He could probably make a suit of them.
They led to one of the guest rooms.
Tony should probably call someone. He remembered when Natasha had come into the mansion, how dangerous it had been. Natasha had told him that the only reason it had worked out so well for him was because he’d surprised her. Still, he was eighteen now. He should be able to handle it.
The feathers led to the closet.
Tony was never going to understand why these guys liked closets so much. Bucky and Steve had tried to explain it but he didn’t get it. Natasha hadn’t even bothered trying, just shrugged and said “I like it there.” He’d understood that a lot better than anything Steve and Bucky had said.
Tony stopped halfway into the guestroom, calling out, “Hello?”
There was a shuffling sound behind the door, but then silence.
He took another step closer. “He–llo! I heard you moving in there!”
The shuffling sound came again, then a noise like claws on wood.
Tony swallowed thickly, clutching the bundle of feathers to his chest. “…I’m not leaving until you come out!”
The door burst open so fast that he only had time to scream before whatever had been in it was on top of him.
Bucky and Steve fell out of the closet, scrabbling at the floor and leaving gouges in the wood. When they skidded out into the hallway they saw a giant black spider crawling across the wall, the red hourglass on its belly shining ominously as it leapt over doorways.
Bucky and Steve caught up to her a few seconds later, skidding over the floors. It was worrying, that they’d only heard that one scream. What if Tony couldn’t scream again? What if he–what if Tony was–
They crashed through the doorway, tearing the door off its hinges.
“Help,” Tony sobbed, hands bleeding around the barbed chain he was clutching. “Help! It’s hurting him!”
They stopped in shock. The hulking feathered figure in front of the human was trembling, one wing forced straight up by the chain, the other pinned against its side. Half of the feathers on the extended wing were just… shaved off. Some feathers were even cut in half, and the barbed chain was digging into the flesh hard enough that blood was starting to rise beneath it. It took a lot to pierce a monster’s skin.
Natasha swept over to him, form shifting so she had hands, one pair grabbing at the chain while the other carefully but firmly peeled Tony’s free. “Let go,
Котенок. It’s hurting you, too.”
“Natasha help!” Tony exclaimed, sobbing again.
“I’m helping, Котенок. You need to move.”
Steve slithered over to wrap his arms around the brunet as Bucky leapt forward to help Natasha, tail wrapping around his legs so he couldn’t lunge forward again. “Shhh. Tony, let them work.”
Tony turned so he could cry into his chest. “He couldn’t even ask me for help! He made–he made this terrible sound, Steve, it was awful–”
“It’s not–we’re going to tear his fucking wing off,” Bucky muttered, hands shifting, tugging lightly along the chain.
Natasha hissed quietly in sympathy as the feathered mass let out a long whine, wing shuddering. “We might just have to let it happen. This is a Death Chain. Maybe sacrificing a wing would be better.”
“No!” Tony exclaimed, pulling back and wiping his eyes. “I can–I’ll go get bolt cutters! We can cut it off!”
The monsters looked at each other before Bucky asked, “Will that work?”
Natasha shrugged. “I’ve never seen it, but then I’ve never had a human care.”
“I’ll go get bolt cutters,” Tony repeated, determined, and ran from the room.
Steve slithered over and gently curled his fingers under the chain as well. “You said you’ve seen these before?”
“Not everyone thinks monsters in the closet are an adorable fairy tale to soothe their children about,” Natasha answered coldly. “This isn’t the worst I’ve seen.”
The monster let out another whine, other wing trying to shove out from under the chain and shaving off a few feathers.
“Whoa, buddy!” Bucky exclaimed, reaching out to shove his wing back down. “Calm down! We’re trying to help you!”
Tony came running back into the room. “I brought two!”
Steve grabbed one of them from his arms and flipped it around. “Just tell me where to cut.”
“Um–uh–” Tony circled the monster anxiously, fingers trailing over the chain. “Here? Here. Steve, here!”
Steve lifted the bolt cutters and Tony helped him slide them into place. It took more effort than the human had expected, and one of the handles broke off. Tony started to hand him the second bolt cutter, but Steve just grabbed the blades and squeezed them together with his hand.
Tony would have gaped, but he was too busy trying to pull the broken link of chain out. Once it was free he said, “Okay, okay, you can pull–”
“Do not pull,” Natasha ordered immediately. “We need to pick the barbs out or we’ll do just as much damage.”
“Okay,” Tony answered, voice small, and obediently began picking the barbs out of the monster’s skin.
It took a while, but eventually Bucky picked out the last barb and the chain fell to the ground with a dull clank. Then Natasha carefully pulled the feathers on the monster’s head back, away from his face.
“…Thanks,” he managed to grit out, voice gravely.
“Are you okay?” Tony asked, reaching out to push more of his feathers back.
The monster’s wings shifted, and then a pair of talon-tipped hands appeared out of the feathers, catching his wrists. “Blood is very hard to get out without water,” he croaked, then reached out to cup the human’s cheeks. “I scared you. I’m sorry.”
Tony sniffled quietly. “It’s okay.”
His name was Clint. He’d escaped from a circus and he’d meant to keep running but the chains had gotten too tight, and the mansion was so close. He hadn’t meant to come bursting out of the door so fast, he’d just tripped and flapping his one good wing had been the only thing he could do to keep from falling and tightening the chains further.
“I was supposed to scare children,” Clint said, voice much less gravely now that he’d had time to breathe properly and they’d given him water and a can of sardines. “I don’t like to do that.”
Natasha didn’t look up from winding bandages around Tony’s bruised and lacerated hands. “How does that feel?”
“Hurts,” Tony admitted quietly.
“You’re lucky a barb didn’t go right through your hand,” Bucky muttered, peering through fridge. “Steak?”
“I haven’t had beef in… decades. So maybe not,” Clint answered. He gave Tony a long, appraising look. “Most humans wouldn’t start trying to pull a barbed chain off something after it basically attacked them.”
Steve snorted from where he was carefully pulling the other man’s feathers so they were facing the right way. “Most humans don’t walk up to a monster and offer them soup when she could easily eat him.” He paused at the man’s wing, where most of his feathers had been cut off, before quietly asking, “Will they grow back?”
“…Probably,” Clint said after a bit too long. He looked back at Tony. He looked like a person that hadn’t been scared as a child. “If I could just have a few days to rest, I can get out of your hair.”
“You don’t need to go,” Tony hurried to say. “The mansion’s big! You can pick any room!”
Bucky sighed loudly. “You won’t be happy until you’ve adopted every monster you can, will you?”
“He’s hurt,” Tony exclaimed indignantly. “And whoever might still be chasing him! They can’t get to him here!”
“Let it go, Buck,” Steve muttered, smoothing his hands down the feathers on Clint’s back. “You know Tony.”
Bucky sighed again, quieter, but he did know Tony. He was a fixer. “How about meatballs?”
“That sounds awful,” Clint admitted. “But I’m so hungry that I don’t actually care. It’s better than anything I’ve eaten anyway, probably.”
“I’ll cook them so it’s easier on your stomach.”
Clint nodded, humming quietly, and then extended his wings. He’d basically been clipped. He wouldn’t be able to fly anyway. So maybe he’d stay a little longer than a few days.
“Oh! The feathers!” Tony gasped, standing abruptly. “I need to pick them up before Jarvis and Ana get home!”
Clint watched him go. “Should probably go help him. The feathers that were cut will have really sharp edges.”
Steve made a startled noise and hurried after him. With his scales, he was extra impervious to injury. And it would be just their luck that Tony would slice his arm open.
“He’s going to keep you,” Natasha decided, leaning her elbow on the table and her chin on her fist. “He does that.”
Clint shrugged. Steve, Bucky, and Natasha seemed to be doing pretty well for themselves. It wasn’t like it could be any worse than the circus.
Notes: myth!AU that started at @splendor-e‘s suggestion of Ivar as Hades waiting for Persephone to return. I didn’t do the myth straight up; I replaced Demeter’s role with a fertility god husband played by the dashing Ubbe. It turned out less smutty and more emotional than I intended, but who can control the muse?
What did you think of the mutsuki urie talk i thought it was very sad. Really starting to think he will be the one to kill mutsuki.
Heartbreaking. And strange to see Mutsuki behaving like the old Mutsuki, even for a little while before she snapped again. Now that we know Yoriko wasn’t actually harmed (the hand probably coming from a CCG mortuary) and that she probably wasn’t actually trying to kill Kaneki (only saying so to enlist Shinsanpei’s help), I wonder how far gone she actually is. Unstable and capable of despicable deeds, certainly, but the old Mutsuki is still there. Like Kaneki could be just like he was before but with a crack of his fingers become a monster like his torturer, so too with Mutsuki. But, like Kaneki, the goal of her two selves is the same.
I really don’t think Urie will kill her, though. I think they will probably fight, but his feelings would never allow her death; rather, I think Urie will be the Touka to Mutsuki’s Shironeki as well as her Amon, preventing her from reaching her goal (Kaneki) but also trying to dissuade her to the last - though ultimately to no avail.
Shironeki didn’t want to be alone, so he fought to protect the ones he loved - whether they wanted that or not. Mutsuki doesn’t want to be alone, so she will do all she can to bring the people she loves back together - whether they want that or not . She’ll keep fighting for that even while Urie tells her it’s impossible and tries to deter her from her dangerous path.
Urie won’t be the one to kill Mutsuki - that role belongs to the new Arima, Mutsuki’s mentor and the only one who can outdo her in her knifework - Juuzou Suzuya. The tragedy transferred from Kaneki to Mutsuki will have its due at last…but at a terrible cost.
Reaction to BTS stroking their s/o's hair when they're cuddling and because it's naturally curly it gets stuck 😂
BTS Reaction To Stroking Their S/O’s Curly Hair
At first he’d be a little freaked out “ah why, why is your hair trying to eat me jagi” but once he had freed his hand from your curls, he’d just laugh it off and most likely somehow turn the situation into a dad joke. “Hey Y/N what is it when…”(idk any dad jokes having to do with hair lol, so feel free to finish that joke in your head😅😂)
The longer you too cuddle next to each other, the more comfortable he got, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own for the next thing he knew when he tried to move it, your curls had wrapped around his hand making it stuck. “How did this even happen” he’d shake his head smiling, carefully removing your curls from around his fingers.
Everything was going smoothly until he had gotten comfortable and began stroking your hair and like magic somehow he had manage to get his hand stuck in your hair even his watch disappeared.“Even with hair, I still manage to get in a mess, sorry about that jagi” the both of you couldn’t help, but laugh at this situation.
When his fingers ended up getting stuck he’d be a little panicked at first “how did it end up like this?” using his other hand to free the one that was stuck, he’d stroke your hair all over again. “You must love me a lot for my hand to get stuck” he’d joke placing a kiss on your cheek. “I don’t mind though if it’s you jagi”
“Your hair must like me” he’d laugh gently removing his fingers from your hair, doing is best to not pull on your hair or to get his fingers even more stuck in your curls. When his hand was freed, he go back to stroking you hair this time being more careful as to not get his hand stuck again.
Even with your warning that he should be careful playing in your hair due to it being naturally curly, he’d insist that it would be nothing.“Oh I think your hair is trying to eat me” he’d joke tugging on your hair lightly “my fingers are stuck” he and you would both laugh.
The moment he tried to move his hand he had tugged on your hair a little bit, when that had happened he’d pat your head with his free hand. “My hand may be um.. stuck in your hair, but that’s ok we can make this work” he’d say pulling you closer “we’ll just have to be closer not that I mind”.
I twisted and turned in my bed feeling so alone and so scared something would happen to me. I got up grabbed my keys and didn’t even bother to put on a coat or shoes. I just kept my bunny slippers on and headed towards my car. I jumped in and pulled towards Jack’s apartment complex. As I headed to the apartment I got out of my car and headed towards the door. I knocked multiple times and waited. The door opened and I saw Jack looking slightly annoyed.
“Why the hell are you here at four in the morning?” He asked resting his head against the door frame. “I was alone and scared and wanted to cuddle.” I answered. He chuckled at me. “This is why I love you, showing up at my flat at four in the morning just to cuddle.” He said. “What can I say, I just love my boyfriend.” I responded. “I can tell now come on Ms. bunny slippers.” He laughed moving out of the way so I can enter.
I rolled my eyes at him and let myself enter his flat and he closed the door behind me. “Now bed.” Jack said tired. I walked towards his room and fell onto his bed. Jack laid beside me and pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head. “Better?” He asked. “Way better.” I smiled turning so that I was facing his bare chest. “Night beautiful.” He whispered kissing the top of my head. “Night.” I hummed closing my eyes.
I heard a knock on the door and woke up and saw Jack groaning. “Don’t worry babe I’ll get it.” I whispered kissing his cheek. He mumbled a thank you and let go of me. I got up and left my feet bare footed because my slippers were probably still wet. I went to the door and looked through the peephole and saw a blond girl. I rolled my eyes and unlocked the door opening it.
“Oh did I come to the wrong door?” She asked. “Depends.” I responded still holding onto the door frame. “Who you looking for?” I asked. “Jack, Jack Maynard.” She responded. “Why are you looking for him?” I asked. “Well you may think it’s stupid but I wanted to cuddle.” She smiled. “Who are you again?” I asked as politely as I could. “Oh sorry I’m Lana, Jack’s girlfriend.” She smiled.
“Jack!” I yelled for him as my heart broke in a million pieces. I heard Jack groan but he came around and wrapped his arms around me laying his chin on my shoulder with his eyes closed. “Who is Lana?” I asked. “Hmm?” He said and opened his eyes. “Shit.” He said. “I’m leaving.” I commented not even bothering to grab any of my shit. I brushed pass Lana and moved towards my car and realized that it wasn’t going to work. I mentally cursed at myself and leaned up against it closing my eyes.
MInutes passed and I heard a girl. “Need a lift?” I looked up and saw Lana. I wanted nothing more than talk to her. “You might be mad at me I get it, but why be mad at each other if we didn’t know about the other. It’s Jack’s fault.” She explained. “Yeah, I guess.” I said wiping some tears from my eyes. “What time is it anyways?” I asked. She lifted her phone out of her pocket and looked. “Like about five thirty.” She answered.
“So that lift?” I asked. “Yeah where are you going?” She asked. I gave her the address and she nodded. I got in her car and realized how cold I was. I mean I was only wearing a long shirt and only panties under. I was freezing. Lana on the other hand was all warmed up with a fluffy jacket and boots and all. She was a very beautiful girl and I understood why Jack wanted to be with her. We didn’t talk much in the car until she stopped in front of the building.
“Here let me give you my number.” She smiled pulling out her phone. I sighed. “I don’t have my phone. It’s at Jack’s but I’ll give you my number.” I smiled as she handed me her phone. I entered my number and gave her back her phone. “Text you later.” She smiled. I nodded at Lana and got out of the car running towards the door and entering the code. As I entered I headed towards the elevator to just see a piece of paper reading ‘Not Working’
Just my luck. I thought to myself. I headed towards the stairs and found myself walking all the way up the flights and flights of stairs. Reminder my feet were still bare and were now freezing making it hard for me to walk or do anything. As I made it to the door I opened it and let myself in heading to the couch and laid down and curled into a ball trying to warm up. That’s when all hell broke loose. Tears fell down from my eyes warming up my face.
I heard shuffling around and saw Conor looking at me. “Y/n?” He asked confused. Conor was my best friend and is always there for me. And I needed him more than anything at the minute. I looked at him and he rushed to my side. “Y/n are you okay?!” SHe asked concerned. I shook my head and shivered. He picked me up and cursed at me. “Y/n you’re so goddamn cold. Why aren’t you wearing any clothes.” He asked.
“J-jack.” I responded as he placed me down on his bed pulling the covers over me. “What did he do this time?” He asked annoyed. “Ch-cheat.” I answered. “That fucker.” He said about to leave. “No Conor d-don’t go.” I said through my tears. He turned and smiled at me. He laid next to me and turned to his side. “You’re most likely going to get sick you know.” He said. “I know.” I replied as my stomach did a jump. Every time I was around Conor it did it and I never understood why.
“Get some sleep.” He commented kissing my forehead. He always did that and it made me feel all warm and better inside. “Can you Get m-my stuff fr-from Jack’s?” I asked. Conor nodded at me and stroke my hair which he knew made me fall asleep faster. And I did. I feel asleep in less than five minutes.
I yawned opening my eyes and stretched out my body. I rolled over so I was laying on my back and sighed remembering what has happened. I was dying. Well inside. My mom has always said that it took nine months to make my heart don’t let someone go breaking it in fifteen seconds. Me and Jack had been dating littler under six months and me and Conor have been friends ever since I was about a newborn baby. He was there when I was born. He was there when I had my ups and downs. He was there when I had my very first period. And I could never ask for any other best friend.
I got up and found my car keys and phone next to me with my bunny slippers looking like shit on the floor. I got up on my feet and smelt the most amazing smell in the world. I walked out of Conor’s room and made it towards the smell and found Conor over the stove. “Did you really make my favorite?” I asked with a sweet smile. “Pizza pancakes? Most definitely I saw my girl in pain and I knew her pizza pancakes made her smile.” He smiled at me. I laughed and moved towards him wrapping my arms around Conor. “Thank you Conor.” I whispered laying my head on his back.
“You don’t need to say thank for anything I do. I do it because I love you and can’t bare to see you hurt.” He explained. I smiled and moved away swiping my finger in the mix and placed it in my finger. “Hey hey you get your dirty little monster fingers away from the batter.” He hissed swatting me away. I laughed at him. “I have clothes here?” I asked. “Yup, yin the draw with the rest of your clothes.” He explained. “Thanks Conor.” I sung walking back to the room.
I was feeling a lot better from smelling the pancakes. Now to the fact I had clothes here. It was normal because I always had my depressed days and I always had clothes here. So yeah. I grabbed a pair of leggings and long tie dye shirt saying good fines with a peace sign. I grabbed a black bra along with black matching pantoes and black socks and made my way into the bathroom starting the water to the shower. I dressed out of my pajamas and jumped into the shower. I felt my short hair from just above my shoulders get wet as the warm water fell down my back. I needed this.
I finished in about less than twenty minutes mostly because I couldn’t shave or that I wanted to. I hopped out of the shower and started to dry off and put on my clean clothes. By time I came back into the kitchen Conor was just placing the plate of pizza pancakes done. “Yay they’re done!” I beamed. Conor chuckled at me and I sat down biting into the pancake and fell onto the table. “They are way better than my moms.” I moaned against the table. “Weird cause I can’t cook for shit.” Conor laughed.
“I know, you burnt a frozen pizza.” I laughed. Conor laughed along with me. I continue eating my pancakes dying every time I took a bite and heard a knock on the door. “I’ll get it, continue eating.” He said getting up. “Can I eat your pancakes!” I asked as he went into the hallway. “No keep your damn monster hands away.” He hissed before opening the door. I laughed and sneakily grabbed one of his pancakes out of the two he had left. I had that quickly and heard the door close. Conor walked back with something in his hand.
“What you got there?” I asked him as I place the plate in the sink. “Just something Jack gave me to give to you.” He commented throwing it on the table annoyed but then looked at me. “You dirty little monster!” He yelled. I giggled at him and he ran towards me. I basically had nowhere to go because I was stuck in the kitchen. He ran towards me and wrapped his arms around me attacking me. “Conor!” I whined. “Your such a little monster!” He hissed. “I ain’t little!” I whined. “You’re smaller than Mr.” He confirmed. “Yeah yeah no shoo.” I said pushing him away. He chuckled but let me go. I ran towards his room once again grabbing his last slice. “Y/n!” He yelled towards me. I giggled once again and closed his door locking it. I heard the door knob jiggle and I heard him groan.
“Come on babe, open up.” I felt weak in my knees as I heard that nickname. Not going to lie I never felt this way when Jack called me that. I fell to the back of the door and smiled to myself. “Come on let me in. I promise I won’t kill you.” His sweet voice said. I smiled and moved away opening the door. His body must of been against the door cause once I opened it he feel on top of me. I giggled as he picked himself up.
“Hey there.” He smiles at me. I smiled at him resting my hands on his shoulders. “Hi.” I responded laughing. He smirked sr me. “God you’re so beautiful.” He said in awe. I smiled at him feeling my stomach do the thing. “Your not so bad yourself Maynard.” I smiled. “Am I the only one who feels my stomach fall every time I’m around you?” He asked. “I feel it also.” I commented. “Good.” He smiles. I smiles back at him and pulled his head closer to mine so I can kiss his beautiful lips. I placed mine on top of his and he smiled against my lips.
He later and pulled away and smiled. “So beautiful.” He said again kissing my lips and pulling away. “So fucking beautiful.” He responded kissing my lips once again. “I love you Y/n.” Conor said. “I love you too.” I responded connecting our lips. “I just can’t keep my lips away from you.” Conor commented as he kissed my neck then my lips. “Conor.” I whined giggling. “I’m sorry, I just realized that I loved you all this time and my brother got to you but lost you and now all I want to do is kiss you all over and fuck your beautiful vagina.” He whispered in my ear. I laughed at him. “You horny male.” I laughed. “Sorry love.” He laughed.
“Can we cuddle.” I asked with puppy eyes. He smiled and nodded getting up and off me and pulled me up and placed me on the bed. He laid next to me and pulled me into his side. “Beautiful.”
I made this playlist for darkiplier and Antisepticeye (their alternate personalities separately) I by no means ship them and this is in no way made for that but you feel free to let your imagination run wild. This is for them individually, some songs work better for dark, some work better for anti, some work for both. I hope y'all enjoy!
P.S. You don’t have to like jack or mark to listen to this playlist it’s out for everyone who will enjoy listening to it ^_^
Throwback to when I was painting mythological sea and lake monsters for a local art walk : Lake Monster Edition. This one is based on the Lake Monster that resides deep beneath one of the Finger Lakes.
We let youth covered up ourselves in vines, tangling in complicated breaths and heartbreaks beating simultaneously.
We makes home out of everything / night city lights / a pair of arms / couple pairs of arms / your eyes beneath my laughter line / the sound your soul makes minutes before the sunrise / out of nothing.
We grow monster in our lungs and called it love / called it your laugh resonance down to my collarbone to the inside of my stomach / called it slipping through the thin ice and still speeding, speeding, speeding.
We teach our heart how to be brave / how to sew itself new / how to let go / how to hold on / how to not be drown in these waves of overwhelming feelings / how to befriend our demons / and not let it consumes us.
This, me, you. We’re thumping our soul in one beat with fingers intertwined. We grow monster in our lungs and called it love. When does the monster becomes the angel? When you help me make peace with my pain, and I am to yours