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toomuchracket · 6 months ago

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fourth of july (politician!matty x reader smut)

another summer75 fic. warnings for shibari (light) and breeding kink (HEAVY). bon appetit <3

“you're sure you don't need anything else, ma'am?”

“thanks, claudia, but we're all good,” you smile at your assistant, her eyes flitting between the windows (and the party on the lawn outside) and you. “it's been a busy morning - i think you should go and relax, do some celebrating of your own, yeah?”

her eyes light up. “really?”

you laugh. “of course. just, piece of advice? don't drink anything anyone tries to serve you from a fishbowl tonight,” you grimace, shaking your head. “too many 5th of julys have been ruined for me that way. and for the president, actually, he was so much worse than i was at parties. stupid boy.”

claudia giggles. “noted, ma'am. i'll be sure to have a glass of water after every drink, too.”

“smart girl. well, i'll leave you to it,” you stretch, moving to close the door to the presidential living quarters. “have a good weekend!”

“and you, ma'am!”

closing the door behind you, you wander through towards your bedroom. aside from the sound of your husband humming to himself in there, the place is quiet, only the two of you around.

just how you like it.

you smile as you enter your bedroom, ogling matty as he pulls his shirt over his head. his hands move to his belt, but he stops his undressing in favour of walking towards you with love in his eyes and a grin on his lips; you pretend to sulk, but open your arms anyway. “damn, i was enjoying the show.”

“of course you were,” matty kisses your forehead, pulling back to arm's length to look at you. “i don't look half as good as you do, though. i love that dress, baby.”

“i thought it was pretty,” you clasp your hands behind matty's neck, and his find home on your hips. “it's really uncomfortable, though.”

it's a blatant lie, and you're sure you aren't being very subtle, but matty has the good grace to play along anyway. “is that right, my love?” he coos, hands moving across your back to undo the halter neck “well, we'd better take it off, then.”

“fabulous idea, mr. president,” you snuggle into him, sighing when the fabric of your dress falls to the ground and your bare chests press together. matty's arms wrap tightly around you, and the feeling of home washes over you. the two of you hug in comfortable silence for a second, your fingers gently twisting into your husband's curls, before you speak softly. “m'really proud of you, you know. it was a good morning. and i know you were reluctant to host anything today, but… i'm glad you did. it was fun.”

matty huffs out a laugh into your hair. “was only reluctant because it cut short our usual long weekend plans. and you know how much i love those.”

his hands travel towards your ass, sliding under the waistband of your thong to squeeze it; you giggle softly in response, pressing a long kiss to your husband's neck and enjoying the moan he lets out. “sometimes i wonder if you'll ever get bored of driving to the cabin whenever we get a few days off.”

“if we ever get rid of the shibari rigging hooks, i might.”

“as if we'd do that. be serious, please, matthew.”

matty laughs, scooping you up and dropping you onto the bed. “i love you, my perfect little rope bunny. and wife, obvs.”

“love you too. i also love that you've got your priorities straight,” you bite your lip as you watch matty undo his trousers, leaning up to kiss him messily as he crawls up to hover over you. it's a good kiss, sloppy and passionate, one that goes straight to your underwear and prevents your brain from thinking about anything other than matty inside you. “fuck, baby. tie me up now, please? we still have,” you glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “two hours before we need to start driving. pleeeeeeease?”

matty simply raises a brow.

you pout, batting your lashes. “come on, baby, please? just a little design? a little preview for the rest of the weekend?” you wrap your legs around his waist, smiling prettily the way you've done to get whatever you want from matty since you were twenty-two. “because you love me?”

at that, your husband sighs, nodding and trying to keep the smile from his face. sap. “legs only, alright? just because i love you.”

“mhmm,” you take his face in your hands and pull him in for a kiss, smiling at the way he melts against you. “thank you, my love.”

“sweet girl,” matty strokes your cheek, before moving off you and reaching to pull a box from under the bed; inside, you see pink rope neatly arranged in loops of figure eights. your heart leaps and core gushes at the sight, but matty makes a face at it. “not very patriotic colour-wise, is it?”

“pretty sure the amount of time i'm gonna spend on my knees worshipping you this weekend will make up for that, mr. president.”

“fuck. underwear off, now,” your husband quickly takes two separate loops of rope from the box, twisting them into position while you shimmy your thong and lie down, practically vibrating with happy anticipation. “and speaking of knees - bend them for me, darling, that's it. tell me if it's too uncomfortable, yeah?”

“i will.”

“good girl.”

with that, he begins to loop the rope around your left thigh and shin, securing them together with an intricate pattern you hope to god will leave a mark on your skin. you can't remember whether it was you or matty who first suggested trying shibari a decade or so ago, but you both took to it with enthusiasm - since then, every extended private moment you've had together has involved some sort of artistic bondage, exploring new designs and positions and making each other feel good. the rope took a bit of getting used to, initially, but now you love the feeling of it against your bare skin; it's a reminder that, for at least the next few hours in your busy lives, it's just you and matty, alone together, getting to love and appreciate and care for each other at the most primal, most intimate level.

once he's done, matty taps your bound knee. he moves back, smiling at his handiwork. “that feel alright, gorgeous?”

“yeah. thank you, angel.”

he blushes, and your heart flutters. “you're welcome, my darling. gonna do the other one now, yeah?”

“go ahead.”

the two of you settle back into comfortable silence, matty continuing his work while you smile at the way his tongue pokes out of his lips in concentration, one of the things that first endeared him to you when you met at law school. suddenly, those lips part as he speaks. “isn't it funny how many people just, like, handed their babies to us at the garden party this morning?”

your brow furrows slightly. interesting topic of conversation. “happens to me quite a lot, to be honest.”

“yeah, i've noticed. s'happened eighteen times to you in the past week alone.”

your brow furrows further. “you've been counting?”

matty's cheeks go pink again. “well… not deliberately, darling, i just,” he sighs, finishing off the shibari and sitting back on his heels to look at you sheepishly. “i can't help but notice when you're interacting with babies at the minute. like, i really can't.”

oh. how interesting. and, if you're honest, not entirely unwelcome. you smile. “you think it's time?”

his eyes widen. “for… for us to-?” he clears his throat. “for us to… have a baby of our own?”

“yeah, sweetheart,” you reach up to caress his face, smiling softly at the way matty leans into your hand. “do you think now’s the time?”

“well… yeah.”

you smirk, removing your hand from your husband's face so you can use it to pull your bent legs open as wide as possible and expose your glistening cunt. “let's make a baby, then.”

matty blinks. suddenly, your instructions seem to sink in, and he follows, not even bothering to take his boxers off fully before sliding through your wetness and pushing inside you; his lips meet yours as he bottoms out, the two of you sighing into each other's mouths.

home at last.

for a moment, there's nothing but the two of you kissing like teenagers, passionate and messy and desperate, matty throbbing inside you in the most delicious way, and then he moves, pulls his hips back and snaps them forward again, over and over and over, drawing soft moans from your lips every time he slides in. a huge part of the reason matty was elected, everyone says, is because he does everything with focus and conviction - the way he fucks is no different.

he pulls back from your lips, resting your foreheads together in the most tender way and sliding his hands over yours against the pillow; when you intertwine your fingers, he smiles. “sweet girl, taking me so fucking well.”

“your sweet girl.”

“that's right. my girl, all mine,” matty beams. something about the ownership reminder spurs him on, makes him thrust faster and harder and deeper into you. you whimper his name, and he kisses your nose. “what is it, darling? need me to fill you up, is that it? put my baby in you and let everyone know you're mine?”

the words go straight to your cunt, brain too hazy with pleasure to properly take them in. “please.”

“cum for me first, sweetheart, and i will,” he coos, stroking your face and dropping a sweet kiss onto your nose. “touch that pretty clit for me, yeah? and then i'll fill up that needy little pussy of yours. promise.”

“okay,” you exhale, hand sliding down your sweat-shiny chest and between your legs, circling your aching clit the way you know matty would. ecstasy shoots through your body the instant you touch the bundle of nerves, causing you to whine and clench around your husband's dick - which in turn makes him whine - but, somehow, it isn't enough. “matty,” you croak out, blinking up at him. “need you to talk to me. please.”

“oh, my darling,” matty grins, not unkindly. “need me to tell you how good you feel, how much i love how fucking tight your cunt is? even after all this time, after all the pounding i've given you, she's still clenching around me like a fucking vice. could stay inside you forever, you know. wanna do that. i think you want me to, as well, don't you, gorgeous? feels like it, anyway.”

the pleasure's practically blinding you at this point, tightening your muscles and clouding your mind - all you can do is frantically rub your clit, and whimper. “yeah, yeah, want you in me all the time.”

“needy girl,” matty's lips crash onto yours, tongue licking into your mouth before he murmurs against you. “can't fucking wait to fill you up properly, sweetheart. please tell me you're close.”

“i am, oh shit, i am!” you aren't lying, either - your legs are quivering as much as they can within the rope, and the pressure building in your lower stomach feels like it's about to reach breaking point. you're vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face and pooling on your chest, but all you can focus on right now is matty. “gonna cum, please, please let me cum.”

your husband leans forward, cock driving impossibly deep and lips ghosting over your ear. “do it, my darling. cum for me, let me give you a baby. our baby.”

and that's all it takes.

you cling to matty like a liferaft as your orgasm hits, although the more accurate nautical metaphor would be to liken him to an anchor; without him above you, hands digging into the flesh of your legs almost as much as the rope, you're certain you'd float away, buoyant from sheer fucking ecstasy. he cums with a guttural moan of your name as you clench around him, kissing you deeply as his thrusts get more and more shallow, and you don't think you've ever been more full, metaphorically (of love) and literally (of cum, crass as it sounds). once he's done, your husband nuzzles into the crook of your neck, both of you sweaty and breathing heavily.

for a few blissful minutes, you stay like that, weaving a hand into matty's messy curls and scratching his scalp while you exchange murmured “i love you”s. your eyes flick sideways to the alarm clock, and you tap his shoulder in a feeble attempt to get him to move. “sweetheart, we need to get cleaned up before we leave.”

“just give it another minute or two, darling,” matty mumbles into your skin; he pulls himself up just enough to kiss you, looking adoringly into your eyes. “have to make sure the baby sticks, after all.”

you giggle, stroking his flushed face with your thumb. “we'll miss seeing the fireworks from the cabin if we don't get a move on, though.”

“trust me, my love, you'll get your fireworks this weekend no matter when we leave.”

“whatever you say, mr. president.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #politician matty #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty x reader #summer75

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago

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She's so lovely

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Elizabeth introduces you to the world

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. We're also going to pretend here that talk shows are broadcast live, thank you very much. This was requested by one of you! Thanks you for the request, anon!

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“You’re so gorgeous, my love.”

The words were whispered against the crook of your neck and you closed your eyes when you felt slim arms wrapping around you from behind. You hummed happily, letting your body rest against your girlfriend and smiling. She pressed her lips on your neck while one of her hands pressed against your stomach to keep you in place.

You opened your eyes after a few seconds and met her gaze on the mirror in front of you. “Thank you,” you replied shyly.

Elizabeth smiled and kissed your shoulder. “Are you ready to go?”

Your eyes met through the mirror and you found yourself blushing at the way her pupils seemed to take over her very green eyes as she looked at you. Even if you had been together for over a year now, the way she looked at you at times still made you blush, her presence still made butterflies come up in your belly, and you still found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl sometimes. You had a crush on your girlfriend, that’s for sure.

“I’m ready,” you agreed with a nod as you turned your head to look at her.

Elizabeth was slightly taller than you thanks to the high heels she was wearing so you raised one hand to caress her cheek and pull her in for a quick kiss, making sure you wouldn’t smudge your lipstick and ruin your makeup. She accepted the kiss happily, humming and licking her lips when you pulled away, although she made sure to keep you close to her.

“I’m ready to go too,” she said after a second. When you turned to give yourself another glance at the mirror, Elizabeth leaned down to kiss the back of your head as her hands squeezed your waist. “You’re going to be the most beautiful woman in there.”

“Have you seen yourself?” You declared with a fond eye roll.

Elizabeth chuckled and finally took a few steps back to grab her purse from the bed. You took advantage of that to give her another look. She had chosen to wear a black dress with a big opening at her right leg and her hair was perfectly pulled into a bun with a few strays falling down her face. Her nails were painted a dark green shade and she kept her jewelry simple enough, and you could barely believe that woman was your girlfriend.

One of your friends jokingly asked you once how you managed to date her and you had playfully told them you had no idea, but it wasn’t exactly a lie. Maybe the Universe really liked you or something.

“Can you remind me who else is going to be there?” You inquired while you waited for her to check if she had everything she needed in her purse.

Elizabeth hummed. “Not many people,” she started. “I think most of our castmates couldn’t make it, but Scarlett, Robert, Hemsworth and Holland said they would be able to make it.”

It has been over a year but you still weren’t used to hearing those names being thrown around like nothing. You were still a bit starstruck when you were reminded that your girlfriend knew and worked with those people, not to mention some other big names in the industry. It also made you nervous because that was the first time you were meeting any of them. You’ve met some of Elizabeth’s friends and her family, but you kept yourself far from that artistic world until then. But then Chris Evans invited Elizabeth to his wedding - a very sudden wedding, might you add - and she asked you to be her plus one, something you couldn’t deny her.

Elizabeth had promised you everything would work out just fine and that the press didn’t even know about the wedding, not to mention that Evans had assured everyone that no pictures would be leaked anywhere, but you weren’t worried about it because of you. Elizabeth spent the last few years trying to keep her private life away from the rest of the world and you didn’t want her newfound peace to be ruined.

“Oh, can I put my phone there?” You asked when you noticed Elizabeth was about to zipper her purse.

She threw you an amused glance but nodded and reached out to take the cell phone from where you left it charging by the bed. After that, you both made sure you had the hotel room key and left to take the car that was waiting for the two of you.

[...]

“Lizzie!” You heard the chirpy voice before you noticed the woman walking towards you, but, as soon as you realized who it was, you almost choked on the champagne you had been drinking. “It’s so good to see you again!”

Elizabeth unwrapped her arm from around your waist to accept the hug Scarlett was aiming at her, smiling brightly at her friend. “Hey, Scar! Have you been here for long? Didn’t see you before.”

“Oh, no, I just got here.” Scarlett pulled away while waving a hand to someone else she saw in the crowd. “And already lost my companion to Hemsworth,” she said with a huff.

Elizabeth laughed. “He tried to take mine away too, but I threatened to tell his kids he’s not a superhero.”

Scarlett also laughed while your eyes kept going from one woman to the other, and she eventually turned her head to look at you. If she was surprised to see you, she didn’t show, although you could point out that she was a Hollywood actress. “You must be the famous girl Elizabeth told everyone about.”

You blushed and raised a hand to put your hair behind your ear all while Elizabeth looked at you with loving eyes. “Are you sure she wasn’t talking about someone else?” You joked with a chuckle.

“Nope,” Elizabeth was the one to reply, popping the word before curling her arm around you again. “Scar, that’s my girlfriend. The one and only.”

It was perhaps the way she said that with so much love in her voice, or the way she was looking at you as if you were the most important person on Earth to her, but you found yourself smiling a bit goofy at her, radiant and joyful, enough to draw a laugh from Scarlett. You felt your cheeks heating up, but you didn’t have the time to be actually ashamed of it because Elizabeth quickly pulled you closer to kiss your forehead as if she knew, just by looking at you, that you were a bit nervous and needed her touch to keep you grounded.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you,” Scarlett said when you turned to look at her again. She had that motherly smile on her face that no one who hadn’t kids could master and it made you instantly feel more at ease with her. “I’m glad to see that Lizzie here finally found someone to hook her for good,” she joked.

You laughed while Elizabeth groaned and pinched her nose. “I’m not Evans, come on,” she mumbled.

“Evans was faster than you.” The voice that interrupted your conversation was much deeper this time and you recognized it before the man joined the small group you were in. Robert had his signature sunglasses on and a nice suit, his lips crooked in a lopsided smile as he tilted his head to look at Elizabeth from over his glasses. “Or so I heard.”

“Yes, keep making fun of me,” Elizabeth complained, albeit she also sounded amused by all of that. Her arm hadn’t left your waist and you were just happy to see her interact with her friends, people she worked with for ten years now.

“I will,” Robert replied in a provocative manner but his attention soon turned to you. “How did Hemsworth not pull you away? I haven’t seen my wife since I got here.” Before you could even think of a reply though, he was already reaching out one of his hands. “Robert, nice to meet you.”

“Hello,” you greeted him with a polite smile. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hemsworth was scared away,” Elizabeth completed. “And this is my girlfriend.” You didn’t miss the way she looked at you with dreamy eyes.

“Yes, I could tell,” Robert joked as he turned his head to Scarlett. “Her arm is, like, wrapped a thousand times around the poor girl.”

Scarlett laughed as Elizabeth shoved his shoulder playfully, but the actress soon looked over your shoulder in time to see someone else getting closer. “Hey, why is Lizzie the only one with her significant other?!” And that’s how you met Tom.

The wedding kept going without surprises after that. Hemsworth returned with everyone’s husbands, wives and girlfriends after a while and your group soon found a table to sit at while talking. You got along just fine with all of them, feeling very confident with your words after Elizabeth placed a hand on your thigh under the table to show her support. You soon forgot those people were movie stars and it was easy to laugh and joke around with all of them. Evans showed up at one point to chat and thank everyone for their presence, and he was also introduced to you. Once again, Elizabeth didn’t hide how proud and utterly happy she was when telling him you were her girlfriend, and it made you blush like all the other times she did that.

At one point, you all reunited with Evans to take photos, then you stepped to the side with everyone’s spouses to allow the Marvel cast to take pictures of their own, before Evans and his new wife started to call the other couples for more pictures. You and Elizabeth were one of the first to go, keeping your photos simple and fast before going back to the bar to grab something to drink. Hemsworth found you there and, this time, didn’t back away from grabbing you to a drinking contest.

You two stumbled back to your hotel room in the early hours of the morning, both barefoot after kicking your shoes in the cab, laughing and still talking about the party you had just left.

[...]

“So, we all know Elizabeth Olsen and Benedict Cumberbatch have some very exciting news for us with their new movie coming up!” James Corden told his audience while both actors listened to him talking while sitting in the seats next to him. “But it appears they’re also having some busy personal lives! Benedict, you have recently welcomed a newborn!”

“Oh, yes,” the man said calmly as usual and with a wide smile that showed up when he talked about his family. Elizabeth watched her coworker and friend with a soft smile of her own, her legs crossed and hands resting on a knee. “My house has been very loud for a while now.”

“I can imagine that,” the host agreed with his natural eagerness. “It’s your third one, the house is getting full now.”

“It is. The back of the car also doesn’t fit anyone else, so maybe it’s time to stop right here,” Benedict joked, earning some laughs from the audience, the host and Elizabeth.

Her laugh, though, caught James’ attention to her and he soon directed his next question to her. “Any newborns in your life?”

“No,” she replied with a chuckle. “I’m staying away from diapers, thank you very much.”

“That’s funny of you to say because people on the internet seem to enjoy calling you their mom,” James declared with a laugh as Elizabeth’s face turned a bit pink.

“I know! That’s so weird! I don’t know why they do that,” she said.

“Well, we do,” James started, “but I don’t think we should tell you just yet.”

Sitting on your couch at home, you almost choked on your food when you heard that. You had turned on the TV to watch your girlfriend’s interview for her upcoming movie but you didn’t imagine you would hear anyone addressing the fact that people were thirsty for Elizabeth all over the world. You could only laugh when it seemed that James’ words only made Elizabeth more confused and you just knew she would ask you about it again soon. You still didn’t want to tell her though because her confusion was too cute to watch.

“Anyway,” James’ voice caught your attention on the television again, “we recently found out that one of your castmates got married a few months ago and that you attended the ceremony.”

“Well, we were called to the party,” Elizabeth corrected him gently. “Benedict couldn’t go because, as you said, he had a newborn to look after, but I went and it was so much fun.”

“We saw that,” James teased her. “I think Hemsworth and Tom Holland posted a few pictures last week. It did seem like it was a good party.”

He pointed to the screen behind them where a few photos of the Marvel cast partying were flashing for the audience to see. None of the photos were compromising or too embarrassing, but Elizabeth was glad to see she only appeared in one of them. The last photo was of Elizabeth with the newlywed couple smiling at the camera and it brought a chorus of ‘aw’ from the audience. Elizabeth knew her friend had posted that picture a few days before to finally announce his marriage to the world because he asked for her permission first and she also knew what picture was being shown after that because the show’s producers told her about it.

Then one of the photos with all of the Marvel cast and their spouses appeared and she couldn’t help but smile happily at that. You looked so beautiful standing there by her side, smiling at the camera and pressed against her, and it made her remember all the fun you had that night. You also saw Hemsworth doing bunny years at Zendaya and you, Robert’s wife sharing a laugh with Scarlett, and how you and Evans had supported your arms on Holland’s shoulders since he was shorter than both of them. It was a great picture, one that Elizabeth was seriously thinking about hanging on the wall of her home office, but it also brought questions.

There you were among everyone else, someone people had never seen before and who was gladly standing there with Elizabeth’s free arm around your waist. Back home you were holding your breath. Your girlfriend told you it was going to happen, of course, since you had to agree with it as much as she had, but that didn’t stop you from feeling nervous about it. You almost wished they would go back to talk about Benedict’s son, although you were still pretty sure about it when you talked with Elizabeth the day before.

She wanted to tell the world about you and you had agreed with that, but now it was a bit unsettling to have your anonymous identity going away like that.

“We can see some familiar faces,” James declared, bringing your attention back to the interview. You noticed the way Elizabeth nodded along his words even if she still wasn’t looking at him. “And we can see someone we’re not familiar with at all! Elizabeth, care to tell who that is?”

Elizabeth laughed politely at him before tilting her head to the side to answer his questions. “Well, yes. That girl by my side, you know, the most gorgeous woman in the picture?” She playfully winked at the camera and, even miles away, you felt your face heating up. “That’s my girlfriend.” It was a statement said with pride and clear happiness, something you didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing, and it made your heart beat faster inside your chest. Elizabeth talked about you with love in her voice and her eyes even through the screen.

“What?” James pretended to be as shocked as his audience was. “You need to explain that to us, Elizabeth!”

Your girlfriend chuckled and shared a look with Benedict before going on. “We’ve been dating for a while now.”

“How long is a while?”

“Uh,” Elizabeth added a dramatic pause as she smiled. “Over a year.”

“A year?!” James exclaimed loudly. “How did you keep that from us?!” He joked.

“Oh, well, you know, I didn’t want anyone trying to steal my girlfriend from me,” Elizabeth joked as well. “But yes, that’s the thing. We have been together for a while now, we recently moved in together, and I thankfully had the best plus one at Chris’ wedding.”

“Hopefully she will be the plus one for a while,” James commented in a tone that made it clear he was moving away from that topic soon. The show’s production had agreed with Elizabeth to talk about it briefly and not have him ask for your name or any personal information.

“I’m kind of hoping I get to be her plus one forever, James,” Elizabeth laughed. “Not going to lie, that’s what I’m aiming for.”

While James made a joke about it and people laughed, you were left smiling at yourself alone in your living room. Elizabeth wouldn’t be home for another three hours as far as you knew, but you wished you could hug her and kiss her to show how much you appreciated her words. You also hoped to stay in Elizabeth’s life forever and you wanted to say that to her face.

[...]

“You’re here!” You yelped when you saw Elizabeth walking through the front door.

You barely gave her any time to prepare before you jumped in her arms, forcing her to catch you so you wouldn’t both end up on the floor. She laughed, the sound hitting your ear and making you feel giddy for a moment, but she held you tightly as she let go of her purse and phone, not caring when they hit the ground.

“I’m here,” she agreed. “Why do I get this reception?”

“I missed you,” you told her as you started to press sloppy kisses all over her face. “And you’re the best girlfriend in the world, and I also want to be your plus one forever.”

Elizabeth accepted the kisses between laughs but she eventually had to put you down when her arms started to give in. Even so, she kept her hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck to keep her close. “I love it and I love you, but I need to take a shower. I’m gross. We also need to get dinner started.”

“I love you so much,” you declared before pulling her in for a kiss.

It didn’t take long for it to get a bit heated, although you kept your hands from roaming her as you wished because you knew it wasn’t the time for that. Elizabeth was still wearing the clothes she wore to give her interviews that day and you just knew she probably hadn’t eaten at all. Even so, you finished the kiss by pecking her lips a couple of times before finally pulling away.

“Go take your shower, I will get dinner started,” you told her.

Elizabeth agreed and soon disappeared into the hallway that led to the bedrooms. You went in the opposite direction towards the kitchen where you hoped to get a few things ready before your girlfriend left the shower. Elizabeth loved to cook, but you liked making things easier for her by chopping onions and other things she might want to use.

You were putting on a song on your phone minutes later when you got a notification from Instagram saying Elizabeth had just posted something. You were surprised because it has been at least two years since she posted anything on her feed and she only used her stories to promote her upcoming works, so you wasted no time to click on it and see what it was about. As soon as the app opened, you saw a picture of the two of you taken at Chris’s wedding.

You didn’t remember who took it, but it was of you receiving a kiss on the cheek as you smiled widely and Elizabeth tried to, in vain, to put her hand in front of the camera. The photo didn’t show much, just your faces, your arms draped on Elizabeth’s shoulders and her hand, but it was pretty obvious how much you loved each other. You could almost feel it by just looking at it. It was a great photo, one that you knew Elizabeth used as her screensaver, but you soon moved to the small text she posted with it.

“Hey, world. I would like for you to meet my girlfriend, my partner. My secret for the past months, if you may, but we don’t want it to be a secret anymore because I want you all to know her. My secret is smart, she’s funny, she’s sweet, she’s so lovely, she understands me and has no problem being weird with me. Every single day I find new things to love about her and I’m pretty sure you guys will see why now that you know her too. Even so, I ask for your guys' respect and understanding to keep her life as private as possible. My love, my better half, I can’t wait to find out what our lives have prepared for us. Together.”

You had tears in your eyes when you were done reading that and one of them couldn’t be contained and slid down your cheek before you could stop it. Elizabeth hadn’t tagged you on the photo or provided your user anywhere, although you were sure people wouldn’t take that long to figure it out. You kept your socials private and they would stay like that, but you still felt thankful for her attempt to keep you out of the media for a while longer.

You would wait for Elizabeth to come back to the kitchen and then you would tell her how much you wished to navigate life with her. Forever.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #celebrity x reader #marvel #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #fanfic #creative writing #my writing #drabble #fluff

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holylulusworld · 5 months ago

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Every breath you take (10)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, secret admirer trope, longing, first date, fluff, rusty flirting skills

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every breath you take (9)

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Bucky is a gentleman. He’s just perfect, and you are swooning.

Gentleman he is, Bucky held the door for you, pulled your chair, and let you choose your food first.

He barely ate his food, busy watching you feast on your dinner. “Do you like your job?” Bucky asks as you take a large sip of your water.

“It’s…” you try not to make a face. “Well, it’s a job, you know. I make money and can pay for rent, food, and knick-knacks. Oh, and plants. I like plants.” You giggle. “Sorry if I talk too much.”

“Plants,” he hums. “What plants do you like.” Bucky already knows that you love orchids, but you’ve got other plants too and he wants to buy you all the plants and flowers you love.

“I like orchids, but all plants are pretty,” you smile dreamily. “I live in the city, without trees, and green grass. I try to have as many plants as possible because I want my apartment to become a green oasis.”

“Why don’t you live outside of town if you don’t like it here?” He softly asks, making your heart flutter.

“I wish I had the money to buy a farmhouse. I’d have flower fields and harvest tomatoes and lots of strawberries. I’d run barefoot to feel the grass under my feet,” you giggle. “It’s a stupid dream, I know.”

You drop your gaze and shake your head. Hopefully, you didn’t scare Bucky off with your stupid daydreams.

“A farmhouse,” he hums and licks his lips. Bucky can’t believe you want to move out of town, just like he planned. “That’s a nice dream, doll. I always wanted a peaceful life, away from the city too.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks hearing the sweet pet's name roll off his tongue. Bucky smiles softly, making your heart flutter even harder.

“Do you like your job?” It’s your turn to ask questions. You’ve never been good at conversing with men and only hope you won’t ruin your chance with Bucky. “I mean…” You stumble over your words. “Did you ever dream of just dropping everything and running?”

His eyes darken for a second. It happened so fast you’re not sure you saw it right.

“We all do, don’t we,” he casually says, but his voice is a little deeper and rougher. A shudder runs through your body, and you press your legs together. “We dream of a better life and a nicer place to live.”

You touch your cheeks because they feel too hot. Bucky understands you so well. No man before him understood you, and your silly dreams.

“Do you want chickens too? Oh, maybe a dog,” you shake your head. “No, you’ve already got Alpine.”

“I like dogs too, but Alpine is…” He smiles fondly while thinking of his cat. “I couldn’t bring another pet into our family yet.”

You smile because Alpine means family to Bucky. “Aw, that’s so nice of you,” you swoon a little too hard. “Alpine must mean a lot to you.”

“Yeah. Even when I was at my lowest, Alpine was there to keep me going,” he murmurs. “Sorry, I didn’t want to ruin our date.”

“No, no!” You hastily say and grab his hand to squeeze it. “I know what you mean, Bucky. Sometimes we need someone or something to distract us from the things going on in our life.”

“You too?” He shifts in his seat. Your hand is still holding his, and it makes his heart flutter.

“I got an annoying colleague, my boss wasn’t always nice, and I got bad luck when it comes to love,” you feel safe around Bucky and are not ashamed to admit that things aren’t always easy for you. “Life is hard sometimes, you know.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Especially with a past—” Bucky bites his tongue. You didn’t mention his past yet. Maybe you’re too kind. He doesn’t want to keep his hopes high believing you don’t know about his past and the things he did.

Bucky decides to enjoy the rest of your date and to lay a foundation for the future.

You eat together and talk about your life. Bucky makes you laugh, and your heart flutters more than once.

After dinner, he holds your hand while walking you home. He’s nervous, and unsure if you want him to kiss you goodnight. Bucky decides to kiss your cheek, lips lingering for a moment.

He wants to take things slow and win your heart over. Bucky crosses many lines while following you, but he wants to do this right.

“Alpine, look what she got you,” Bucky laughs when his cat immediately pounces on the toy you got for the white feline. “I see you like the toy mouse.”

Alpine toys with the mouse. The feline flings it across the room only to catch it and carry it toward Bucky to place it next to his foot.

“Our date was nice. So nice.” He sighs dreamily. “I knew she’s nice, and kind, and just perfect. Imagine Y/N dreams of having a farmhouse, chickens, and a peaceful life.”

“Perfect!” You do a little dance with the plushie your secret admirer gifted to you first. Pressing it to your heart you sigh. “Bucky is so sweet, and a true gentleman. Even though, I wish he kissed me goodnight.”

Bucky inhales sharply. He missed the chance to kiss you, but this can’t be helped now. He already asked you on another date and will kiss you next time he walks you home…

Part 11

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meaningofaeons · 1 year ago

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Hi there my pal my buddy!!! It's ya boi anon again here! ✨

I was wondering if I can go for a cat cafe visit with your local businessman scammer ✨Sampo Koski✨ on my hands, oh and also I has slight anger issues slash denial /that I have crush for Sampo/ attitude when going with him /ᐠ - ˕ -マ/ oh we gone there to play with both orange Himalayan and Abyssinian cat, ended our time with drinking hot cocoa!! 😋 ((I HOPE I WRITE IT RIGHT 😭😭😭))

I think that's all, congratulations for your 500+ followers once again (you deserve that and more ngl!!💕) and thank you so much in advance!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ not quite so slick

⊹ character(s) - sampo koski ⊹ word count - 1.0k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, silvermane guard!reader, belobog story spoilers, sampo being his dumb silly self as usual, sad pathetic pining on his end we love him here

⊹ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret

HII!!! thank you for the sweet ask omg <3!!! you wrote it correct dw!! yes our favorite businessman def not a scammer....... huhu Σ(;Φ ω Φ) I hope you enjoy your "cat cafe date" with mr cold feet, mr koski himself !!!

Ever since the order to seal off the Underworld had been rescinded, your job had gotten a lot more hectic.

Well, that's not to say you were alone in that. Many of your fellow guards had been made to take on more work to pick up the slack after the crisis, and you were all spread thin.

However, Supreme Guardian Bronya had deigned to send you to the Underworld, of all places.

And a certain blue-haired "merchant" could not be happier about your newfound assignment.

"Well, isn't this just peachy! If it's any Silvermane Guard down here, I'd want it to be you, Y/N!"

"Enough with the flattery. I'm on shift, Sampo."

"Oh, come on, now! When do we get the opportunity to spend some quality time together like this? When the order was initially given, I was heartbroken—"

"Sampo, you were able to come to the Overworld anyways!"

"Doesn't change my feelings, my dear! I missed seeing your sweet face, and..."

You were forced to sit through hours of the infamous Mr. Koski buzzing around you.

Even when you changed positions, moving from one end of Boulder Town to the next to keep watch, the man followed you like a puppy, eager to talk your ear off and aggravate you to death.

Of course, this is just how he was. Schmoozing up to anyone he could, trying to avoid culpability for some scam or another that he ran only a few hours (and sometimes even minutes) prior.

And clearly, he was beginning to think of you as an easy mark. You silently considered making it clear that you were far from it.

But when you bumped into Natasha of Wildfire, she seemed to have a different idea on why Sampo was so insistent on staying by your side.

"He's quite obvious, isn't he?"

The lovely woman chuckled, folding her arms over her chest as she watched Sampo scamper off after another verbal lashing from you.

You knew who she was, and you were thankful of her efforts in the Underworld. However, without being properly acquainted and only knowing each other's names, you were still wary. You turned your eyes onto her, assessing her intent in approaching you before speaking up yourself.

"Yes, as much as he loves touting his skills in his trade, I fear that it's all too clear when he's trying to worm his way out of something."

The surprise on Natasha's face caught you off guard.

"...What?"

"Oh, my apologies. I just thought you knew."

"Knew? Knew what?"

The woman giggled, stifling it with a polite hand over her lips.

"Dear, he's quite smitten with you."

As much as you wanted to scoff at your words—and truthfully, a huff of disbelief did leave you—the sudden confession made you turn red as a cherry.

"That's ridiculous. He's like that with everyone he's trying to wring dry of money. Or with every Silvermane Guard. I'm no exception, he just thinks I'm easy."

Natasha smiled, clicking her tongue.

"Y/N of the guards, right?" You nodded. "I'd be remiss to not tell you the full truth, but I've never heard Sampo Koski rave about anyone as much as you. When he mentions other guards or people he's flattered, he's always very lackadaisical, if he even mentions them at all. Trust me, he has eyes for you."

You paused.

Then, you started walking away, as speedily as you could without seeming hasty.

"Y/N?"

"I-I'm going to give him a piece of my mind! If that really is true, then I'm telling him to fix his delusions this instant! Good day, Natasha!"

The woman only laughed, shaking her head and turning back to head into her clinic.

When you finally found Sampo after a few minutes of searching (truthfully, you had noticed the way you could find him quicker than any other, despite the fact that he evaded the other guards so well), he was whistling a tune, holding a bouquet in his left hand.

Right. Now that trade had opened back up between the upper and lower portions of Belobog...

You shook your head, stomping up behind the man. He turned to meet you, emerald eyes sparkling.

"Heeey, Y/N! I was just about to come find you again! So, guess what I got for y—"

"Is it true?"

His unflappable grin faltered, and he tilted his head, chuckling nervously—almost in the same way he did when a client was getting cross, but not quite.

"W-Whaddya mean? Did my favorite Silvermane Guard get some weird hearsay put into their pretty little hea—"

"I spoke with Natasha. So, is it true?"

Sampo stopped in his tracks, the barest hint of pink seeping into his cheeks as he laughed anxiously.

However, he didn't miss the way your eyes hardened, how your fist clenched as though anticipating a negative response.

He swallowed thickly.

"U-Uhm, I mean, not that I know what you're talking about exactly, but, uh—" Your brow furrowed, and Sampo rushed out his remaining sentence. "If it's what I'm thinking of, and that could be many different things—"

"Koski!"

"Yes, it's true!"

You both stood in silence, until the blue-haired con artist began rambling away.

"I thought, 'Hey, Sampo Koski is a subtle guy! Maybe that subtlety would be lost on a lovely guard like Y/N, and he oughta put his best foot forward in being upfront and obvious!' But then, you weren't quite picking up what your old friend Sampo was putting down, and—"

"Sampo Koski."

He hadn't even noticed you approach, standing right before him as he endlessly jabbered.

"Well, Miss Nat told me to go ahead and be 'forward and open', but you know I'm not that type of guy, haha, and—well, ah..."

He looked down at you, dangerously close to his face. His smile became lopsided with nerves.

"And... and, um... Would you..." The man clasped his hands together, expression turning sheepish. That slight flush in his cheeks had spread across his face.

"Would you hit me if I kissed you?"

"I might if you don't."

And before he could say another word, your lips were pressed firmly against his.

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romanestuffsposts · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Idk if it's been done before but🥹 how about daddy!stucky x little reader, where another daddy tries to discipline her; possibly a behavior that stucky lets her do, such as reasoning? like they want her to be heard at all times, and kind of like let her explain herself, so when she tries to explain a like an accident the other guy thinks she's being smart and tries to punish her like she's their little?? I just know they would go feralllll😭😭

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the request, I love the idea!

I Hope you like how I turned it ❤️

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Warnings : cries, yell, violence, aggression, stranger, abused, bruises, reassurance, cuddles, comfort, fluff, kisses, mention of reader peeing on herself, paci, bottle of warm milk, stuffie

Pairings : daddies!stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little! reader + another daddy!stranger (not the character from MCU)

Summary : What can goes wrong when you're at the mall with your daddies telling them a funny story that happened at work ?

A/N : Part 2 for the man's punishment maybe ? Let me know lovers

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You love the mall, sometimes it’s calm and cosy because there isn’t so many people and other time it’s all noisy but when it came to the mall you don’t really care. Usually you hate when there’s too much noise, it give you anxiety and you feel overwhelmed by everything that happen around you. Maybe you don’t feel that way at the mall because it’s a big building so there’s enough room for many people which means it doesn’t seems that noisy.

That’s why you didn’t chose a noisy job. You like your job, it’s quiet and cosy, it has to be. When you have to read books all day and decide whether they will create a controversy about a small topic or if they will be the next best seller, it has to be quiet. How do you want to do that when everyone talk ? It’s impossible

So when you look through some clothes with your daddies you explained to them what happened yesterday at work. You didn’t get to told them yesterday night because it was too late and you were too tired. It’s a funny story so you need to be awake and ready to laugh when you hear it

Your daddies listen to you with smiles on their face. They always have that smile when you explain something that make you happy or giggly. They have all kind of smile when it comes to you. One when they’re watching you sleep, another one when they watch you play, one when you laugh your lungs out in front of a movie,… and you love all of them

So of course you love explaining stories because you are sure they will have one of their beautiful smiles. You look through some shirts for your daddies ‘’ it was so funny’’ you giggle ‘’are you ready to heaw it ?’’ You ask unable to hide your excited smile

You nor your daddies see the man who is near you since a while now, staring at you with deep and dark eyes

‘’Sure, little one’’ your daddy smiles while poking your nose with his finger

Little one

You giggle before explaining ‘’we were in the middle of our books when one of the man came back with coffees in his hands, he ends up tripping and all the coffees were on the ground’’ you giggle ‘’he wanted to bring to everyone their coffee but he messed up’’

Bucky and Steve chuckles at your story as they keep walking deeper In the store while your staring at beautiful sunglasses ‘’i think it’s silly to-‘’

‘’Talk louder, sweetie. You can stay where you are- where we can have an eye on you, but talk louder if you want us to hear you’’ your Papa says

You lift your head so the sound can go further and you speak louder like your papa asked ‘’I think it’s silly to bring all the coffee at one time. He could have gone back and forth several times’’ you say still watching the beautiful purple glasses ‘’don’t you think ? I would never have done things like him, I would have let some and go back to get them to be sure all the coffees are safe in every hands’’ you add

What you thought were your daddies steps behind you is the steps of a total stranger. He grabs your arm and turn you around in a harsh way making you let out a cry in pain ‘’you think you’re funny ? You think you’re smart ? Who the hell do you think you are!? A grown up ? A big and indépendant woman ?’’ He spits through his teeth. His deep, dark and empty eyes fall into yours ‘’someone asked for your opinion ? No one care what a little baby like you think about the real life! You don’t know a thing about what’s happening around you and you dare speaking like you live that life every day ? When in fact you’re just a baby who can’t do anything without her daddies. When you’re absolutely useless and a burden to everyone around you in your life!!’’ His hand is tights around your arm and you don’t remember feeling a pain that intense once in your life.

You’re too stunned to speak, you’re too hurt to speak. The tears make their way in your eyes as you look into his eyes

Where are your daddies ? Why don’t they come and protect you ? Do they have something to do with this ? Did they asked this man to talk to you like that to make you understand how they felt toward you ? Is the man speaking for your daddies ? Where they too scared to tell you that in your face so they send someone else to do it ?

All kind of horrible thoughts make their way in your mind and the only thing you want to do is pushing them away, far away, just like you want to do for that stranger who is bringing his face closer to you with every passing seconds. You want to but you can’t. Not when all your muscles are freezing

‘´you need a lesson. That’s not how little ones are suppose to act. You don’t speak like that. you don’t value yourself. You shut up and cash in. That’s how it work’’ he adds and starts to drag you out of the store.

What do I do ? Do I scream ? But what if I can’t ? What if I’m not able to scream ? What if the man will be more angry ? What if…

You gasp and all you want to do is to pull your arm away from his tight grip. He yanks your arm toward him sending you a huge pain in all your arm and making you falling forward at his feet. He keeps walking, dragging you with him, somewhere, away from your daddies.

You thought he will never let you go, you thought he will drag you away and nobody would've found you. You thought you'll be alone, abandonned once he will go away. His fingers are squeeaing your arm really hard making you think you're blood can't run in it anymore.

You don't know what to do, you don't know what happen. Everything happened so fast, you didn't had time to look behind you at your daddies, you didn't had time to understand what happened and where you're going

"I'll show you how you're suppose to act. I'll put you back in your place, where you belong to, where you're not suppose to go out." he snaps while walking deeper. Even though there's people here, and the man drags you like he shouldn't to, it doesn't seems to alert anyone. Maybe it's normal ? Maybe not ?

For a second time, everything happen too fast for you to understand. Someone else grabs your arm and tries to pull you to him while another one goes tot he man. You close your eyes, if it's your daddies then it's perfect and if it's not, it still can't be more bad than it was. Ypu feel the mean stranger letting your arm go and you go to run away from everyone, not knowing if you were still in danger or not. You're free and that's what matters, now you have to go back to your daddies before they get worried

"sweetness," Your Papa calls you as he reaches for your arm again. You stop running and turn around, your eyes found his body and once you're sure it's him you run to him. He lifts you up in his arms and sighs in relief once you're safe in his arms. You hide your face in his neck and he breathes your sent.

His arms are tight around you but not in the same way than the hand's man, this time it's in a good way. He rocks you from side to side and shushes you to try to calm your sobs and cries.

All you can do is to let go of everything. You're safe and it's like an open door to all your cries so they can finally come out.

"You're okay now, sweetie. I won't let you go. You're safe. No one can hurt you, i'm here now, i'm here" he whispers in your ear hoping it'll make you feel better

You squeeze your arms around his neck and you feel him taking a big and deep breath. You don't realize how worry they were when they turned around and didn't saw you anymore, how worry they were when a woman who was in the store the whole time explained to them that she saw a man yelling at you before taking you with him. She knews you were with Steve and Bucky so she went straight to them once she found them in the store.

"Daddy ?" you whisper, still scared to look away from your Papa's neck. He strokes your back "he'll be here any time soon, baby" he reassures you. Steve watches Bucky dragging the man out of the mall. He has to keep his anger for himslef even if all he want to do right now is killing him after hurting him. He knows he has to wait for Steve but he still punches the stranger in the face a couple times before putting him into a van driving by Natasha.

They'll handle it at the avenger's home, not now, not here. Right now they're here for you. They'll stay with you as much time as you need and want to. The man will have to wait because there's no way they'll let you alone for handeling that.

Bucky rushes to you and takes you in his arms. He gives Steve his keys and they start going to the car "we're so sorry that we let you alone in the store, we're so so sorry, babygirl. It'll never happen again, i promise you. We're here and we'll keep you safe no matter what" Bucky says sliding his hand under your shirt to stroke your bare back. You hide your face in his neck just like with your Papa and keep sobbing your little heart out

Bucky and you sit on the backseat of the car while Steve drives back home as fast as he can without putting you all in danger. His eyes go fro time to time in the mirror to check on you even though your Daddy is with you, he can't help himself.

You're curled up against Bucky's body, you don't let him go, you don't want to. Now that you have a grip on one of them, you won't ever let them go

Bucky strokes your back and legs until the car stop in front of the house. They trust their collegues to take care of the stranger until they get there.

Steve opens your door and Bucky gets out still with you attached to him like a Koala. They go upstairs and your Daddy lies you down on the bed while your Papa goes grab your pyjama. Bucky carefuly removes your pants and just like he thought, you'll need a new panties and a shower, but that's okay. They knew something like that can happen and even more when you have a very stressed moment. They will never yell at you or punish you because of that

He moves your panties before moving your clothes on your upper body, leaving you naked on the soft bed. He looks around your body to see if there's any mark on you and his blood runs cold when he sees your arm. Your sweet arm now paint with a mixt of colours.He tries to stay calm, for you and for himself. He bends over to stop staring at it and kisses your little belly making you smile a little. He smiles back at you, that's all he wanted, seeing you smile and he succeed

He carries you in the bathroom and sees Steve already getting the shower ready. Your Papa checks the water while your Daddy sits you on the toilet in case there's more who want to come out

He kneels before you and moves your hair behind your ears "my beautiful babydoll" he quietly says while staring at you. You sniff and melt into his touch

Once the shower is ready and you're too, your Papa lifts you up and puts you in the shower while your Daddy leaves the bathroom against his will. All they want to do is stay with you, the last thing they want is to look away from you but one of them has to get everything ready for you, and since Steve didn't had you in his arms since a long time and since he went to grab your pyjama, it's only fair that it's his turn to stay with you while Bucky prepares everything you'll need, such as your paci and Bucksie, a warm blanket and your bottle of hot milk.

As he finishes preparing the couch, he hears his husband coming downstairs with you on his hip. Your Daddy kisses your cheek and helps Steve laying you on the couch. Your Papa grabs the bottle of milk and your paci while your Daddy puts a blanket on top of you, and gives you Bucksie.

Your Papa sits down and rests your head on his laps before giving you your bottle and your Daddy lifts your legs and rests your feet against his laps. Your staring at the tv playing your favorite cartoon while you feel your daddies fingers on your body. Your Papa slides his fingers on your bare belly, knowing it's something who calm you down and who help you relax, your Daddy slides his fingers on your bare legs and bare feet making you giggle softly from times to times when it get too tickly.

They concentrate on you, they can't do otherwise. If they don't concentrate on you, they'll think about him, they'll see red and it's not the time, it won't be good. He'll have his moment too. He'll suffer for making you scared and wanted to touch you, he'll pay for hurting you. The time will come, sooner than expect

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lilacella · 5 months ago

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So, Sirius didn't like being touched. And James liked touching. A recipe for desaster, one would think, but with James everything was different. When James had hugged him in the bathroom in first year, it hadn't felt overwhelming, restricting or otherwise unpleasant. It had felt safe. When James grabbed his arm to excitedly pull him towards the Quidditch field on game days it felt nice. When James casually wrapped an arm around him when they sat together, Sirius melted into his touch, reveling in the warmth of James' body. So maybe he liked being touched, but only by James.

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Chapter 2/5: Third Year

"Can you two tone it down a little, please? I'm really tired," Remus mumbled in his pillow. It was already past midnight but Sirius and James weren't ready for sleep yet. There was so much to do, so much to plan!

They had just gotten the map to finally work! Well, at least it was moving now. The accuracy of the marker positions still had room for improvement - people seemed to be walking straight through the walls, sometimes at unreasonable speeds - but overall it was syncing with the castle. It had taken them two years and many late night trips into the forbidden section to do this and they were very proud of themselves. Of course Remus and Peter had helped, but the intricate magic at the core of the map had been their work.

"Oh come on Remus..." James complained.

"Sorry but I really need to rest. Can't you just continue this tomorrow?"

That wasn't an option at all. So instead Sirius decided to pull James from the floor over to his bed:

"Just come over, James. We can close the curtains and use a muffling spell."

There they were laying now, on their stomachs, shoulder on shoulder peering onto the map. Sirius chewed absentmindedly on his lip.

"We should protect it somehow. What if someone catches us with it and takes it? We'd loose all our work!"

James nodded in agreement.

"We need a password. Like the Portals to the houses. It should stay obscured until you say it."

"Hmmm...what should we take though? It would be an issue if we forgot it."

"It should have a meaning for us." James leaned a little against Sirius, eliciting the familiar tingle on his skin that he always felt when they were touching. It was nice being so close to James.

James squinted his eyes.

"Maybe an oath? Like...I solemnly swear that I..."

"Am up to no good," completed Sirius with a giggle that James joined immediately.

"Yes, that's perfect, let's go with that. If the others have a better idea we can always change it. Let me do it."

James pulled the map towards himself and started casting charms onto the thick paper. Sirius put his head onto his crossed arms and watched him. He liked watching James practice magic. He was good at it. Something about the way he uttered the words and how his face looked when he concentrated made Sirius feel warm and fuzzy. James really was his best friend.

They spend some more time tinkering with the map but, as time passed, both of them became more quiet. Sirius was awfully tired. But he didn't want James to go yet, didn't want to give up the casual intimacy of sharing a bed, a space where it was just the two of them.

Both of them had now fully laid down, sharing Sirius' pillow and duvet. It was starting to get a little chilly with the December air permeating the walls of the castle. They weren't really talking anymore, just looking at each other, every once in a while one of them would crack a stupid joke, making the other break out into a sleepy giggle.

"I'm so tired," James mumbled. "But I don't want to leave. It's so comfortable."

Sirius smiled into the pillow.

"I mean, if you want, you can just stay here."

"You sure?" James asked, eyes already closed. Sirius reached out to remove his glasses.

"Sure. Bed's big enough for both of us 'innit?"

James made an affirmative noise and soon his breathing evened out and he was fast asleep.

Sirius wanted to do nothing more than join him in his peaceful slumber, but he couldn't. It wasn't because he wasn't comfortable. He really was. James was warm and he smelled good and Sirius didn't mind that they were touching a little. It was rather that his heart just wouldn't calm down. Maybe he had gotten too excited about the map? Or maybe he was freaked out by the dark. That happened sometimes, although he didn't really feel scared right now. Still, he shuffled a little closer to James, just in case it helped. It didn't really. But being close to James was nice. It was really nice. Sirius caught himself wishing that James would always sleep next to him.

And, from now on, James did. Not every night, but often enough, the two of them fell asleep sharing one of their four-posters. It was just more convenient like that, they told the others: They could stay up and talk as long as they wanted, without getting on Remus nerves and it was more comfortable than their usual corner on the dorm room floor. Wrapped up in the same duvet, and sometimes in each others arms - in a small bed you had to somehow organize yourselves - talking and snickering until they both drifted off to sleep. Sirius secretely loved it when James threw an arm around him in his sleep or moved his head onto his chest. He liked touching him. And there was nothing wrong with that. They were just good friends sharing a bed.

In general, Sirius wasn't much of a fan of other people touching him. He despised people that tapped his back with their finger to gain his attention. He didn't like it, when someone randomly put their hand on his shoulder while they talked. He didn't appreciate people hugging him when he was upset - it only made things worse.

Touch had always been something he viewed as a massive breach of boundaries. At home, there was none of it. Sirius couldn't remember that his parents had ever hugged him. He wasn't even sure if they had carried him as a baby since he remembered that his younger brother Regulus had always been either pushed around in his cradle or carried by their houself Kreacher. When his parents touched him, it was about control. His father would put a hand on his shoulder to steer him into the direction he wanted him to go. His mother would grab his arm to keep him into place, grab his chin to force him to look at her.

And with their new co-sleeping habit further normalizing their physical closeness, James reached out for Sirius more and more.

"There aren't any more seats," James says as he squeezes with Sirius onto a single armchair in the common room ending up almost sitting on his lap.

"I just need something to figet with," James explains to Remus, who watches questioningly how James is playing with Sirius hand while they are talking, absentmindedly brushing his fingers over his or pushing his hand up Sirius' sleeves, touching his arm.

"I'm just tired," Sirius says as he drops his head onto James shoulder when they sit together in the library.

"All the girls do this too," James says, when some of his Quidditch teammates give him weird looks for holding Sirius' hand on the way to class.

"It's cold!" Sirius says when James and him snuggle up together under a blanket, while they plot the next prank with the other two.

"Do you think this is weird," James asked as they both lounged on Sirius bed again. James head was resting on Sirius chest, looking up to him, Sirius was drawing circles on James arm with his finger.

"Why? Do you think it is?" Sirius tried to hide the uncertainty in his voice.

"No. I think...I think were just friends. And there is nothing wrong with friends...well we're just hanging out aren't we?"

Sirius nodded.

"Yeah. Why would there be something wrong with that?"

James smiled and sighed comfortably. Then he reached out for Sirius hand and intertwined their fingers. Sirius wondered whether James could hear his heartbeat speed up. But if he did, he didn't say anything.

When summer rolled around, Sirius had gotten so used to constantly touching James that the thought of spending two whole months without him seemed much more daunting than it usually had been anyways. On the last night before the ride home they were laying in James four-poster, tightly snuggled up against each other. James had tucked Sirius in his arms and was playing with his fingers.

"I will miss you," Sirius said quietly, feeling awfully heavy. James squeezed his hand.

"I will miss you too. It really sucks that your parents won't let us meet."

Sirius sighed and pressed his cheek against James' shoulder. He could feel tears burn in his eyes. He really didn't want to go home. He wanted to stay here with James. He also didn't want to cry, but with James it was so easy.

James immediately picked up on his sadness and hugged him tighter.

"It's okay. We'll just talk through the mirrors!"

Sirius sniffled and nodded. The mirrors. At least they would be able to see each other this time.

"I just hope my parents won't catch me with it. They'll definitely take it away."

"But couldn't you just make a new one? You made these yourself, didn't you?"

"Yes but I'm not sure how long it would take. It's a pretty finicky spell. And I would have to make a new pair. So I wouldn't be able to call you until I'd given you the other..." His voice trailed off at the thought. A tear trickled down his cheek. He needed James.

"We have to talk quietly," Sirius whispered into the mirror. "Otherwise Regulus might hear and then he certainly will tell mother."

"Okay," James responded with a hushed voice. Sirius smiled. These little talks with James every night, hidden underneath the covers in case someone came in, the only light coming from his wand, were the only thing that kept him afloat during the long days at Grimmauld Place 13. He hated this house. It was dark and narrow and always felt cold despite the many fireplaces. From everywhere the portraits were watching you. Sirius had long stopped feeling at home here. Sometimes he just wanted to run away.

"What did you do today," he asked James. James detailed reports about his fun summer activities always cheered him up. The more James talked, the more it felt like he had been with him. When James had finished he leaned his head onto his hands.

"And you? What did you do today?"

Sirius sighed heavily.

"Not much. Hid in the library most of the day. Regulus had his awful friends over."

"Crouch and Rosier? Can't you just hex them?"

Sirius shook his head.

"I mean...I could, but this is isn't Hogwarts. There is only one person who could have done it in this house and...I just want to get through this bloody summer." Sirius dropped his head onto his arms. He missed James painfully.

"Right. Get it. But it's just five more weeks," James tried to cheer him up unsuccessfully.

"That's so long! I wish I could just drink a potion and sleep through it."

"I don't think that would be healthy."

Sirius shrugged. He didn't care about that.

"I just wish you were here. Or I was with you."

"Yeah that would be nice. I miss...I miss you. Maybe we should have exchanged sweaters or something, so we'd have something of each other."

Sirius heart skipped a beat at James' words.

"We could do that next summer." He paused and rubbed his eyes. "Merlin, I'm so tired."

"Do you want to stop talking?"

Sirius hesitated for a moment.

"Can you...Can you maybe just stay a little. Until I have fallen asleep? Just tell me something. About Quidditch or whatever you want..."

"Yes. Sure I can do that. Sooo...brooms! Did you know they are making a new Cloudsweeper? It's supposed to be twice as fast as the Dragoncatcher 79 Pro..."

Sirius leaned the mirror against a book, still under the blanket and got cozy. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off, the comforting sound of James voice lulling him to sleep. He couldn't wait for September.

#sirius black #james potter #marauders #mwpp #prongsfoot #bambibelle #reindeer games fic

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alisinyobooty · 9 months ago

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First Date

Pairing: y/n and Chris Sturniolo

Summary: y/n and chris go on a dream first date after dating for a little while now

Warnings: none

Word Count: 805

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Me and Chris have been together for a while now, but we’ve never been on a real date. We are always with people and when we aren’t with people it's not ever really a date more like a hangout.

Sometimes Chris, Nick, Matt, and me enjoy watching whatever video they had filmed that week together in the living room. This week they made a video with Larray and the topic of a first date had been brought up by none other than Chris. “I wanna go to Top Golf,” Chris says referring to where he would like to go on a first date. “You wanna hit balls with your girl?” Arrington replies. “Yeah, and get like the big donut holes and fill them up with the jelly” “I love big donut holes” Larray buts in. Laughter comes from both the TV and the living room. “You bringing that up was so random though” Nick gets out in between laughs. “Well, the only reason I said it was because I had noticed me and y/n have never been on a first date” Chris turns to look at me. “Oh yeah you’re right we never have,” I said in a way that made it seem like I had no idea. “You know what. That's gonna change.” my eyes widened in slight shock from this statement. “Why's that?” I respond. “You’ll see tomorrow. Be ready by 6 in a nice outfit but make sure it's comfy” Chris says smiling from ear to ear. My cheeks reddened a bit. We all continued watching the video but I barely focused on it due to the fact all that was on my mind was what me and Chris’s day would be like tomorrow. I woke up earlier than usual the next morning filled with excitement. I pulled out a cute top and matching pants. Later my phone buzzed, Chris was here. I bolt down to see the familiar vehicle pull up. I get in the car, and I am greeted by not only Chris but also Matt. “You seem shocked to see me. Remember he can't drive”. “Oh yeah,” I say with a giggle. Eventually, we make it to Top Golf. “You kids have fun!” Matt jokes before driving off. Me and Chris walk into the place and do what we have to do. This was my first-time golfing, so Chris had to teach me. Every word he told me went one ear out the other, so he had to hold me. He hugged around me trying to show me how to pose and how to hit the ball. I got the hang of it pretty quickly. We spent hours upon hours “hitting balls”. I even got a big donut hole just like Chris had mentioned in the video. We ate some food too. Sadly, Matt came back meaning we had to go. “How did you kids like it” Matt still joking. Chris just ignored him. “It was really fun i loved it”. Chris hid his smile. “Well, right now we are on our way to Target because I have to get a few things and it'll be easier instead of making a million stops.” “ok,” me and Chris said in sync. Once we entered Target Matt was gone. That kid seemed to be on a mission. Me and Chris tried to keep up and while on our mini chase, we passed the pajama aisle. A gasp came from Chris and before I knew it, he was dragging me into the aisle. “Chris what are we doing here?” no reply. “Chris?” The boy was too focused on digging through the many clothing racks. “CHRI-” My yell is stopped by his sudden movements of pulling out two matching pj sets. A smile plastered on his face. “How about we have a sleepover”. Before I can even think we are running around Target looking for snacks and baking supplies. We check out and call Matt. “Bookie where are you,” Chris says in a funny high-pitched voice. “In the car waiting for you two to finish your lap around” “oh shit you saw us?” Chris's voice returning back to normal. “Yes. Now hurry up i ain't got all day”. The two of us get in the car out of breath from sprinting. Once we are at the triplets' place me and Chris get changed into our new clothes. The rest of the night is spent with us baking cookies, watching movies, laughter and cuddling. I check my phone and the time is plastered in my face 3:30 AM. “wow it got really late so fast. How many movies did we watch?” no answer. I look over and Chris is knocked out. “Welp guess that's my cue to sleep too,” I say to myself. Shutting the movie off, placing all our food somewhere else, and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “This was the best first date ever”.

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I literally can't write fluff . this is my first time writing it soo.😭😭 (if you want to send feedback feel free to!)

#chris sturniolo #fluff #sturniolo x reader #female reader #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo

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blackhakumen · 7 months ago

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Mini Fanfic #1202: A Day Spent With His Three Moms and Aunt (RWBY)

1:37 p.m. in the Country Side of Mistral.........

As the gang make their way to Oscar's Aunt's farm on foot, Nora has been staring, pouting, and grumbling at Oscar right next to her for a quite some time now, all while Pyrrha is trying her best to contain her giggling on one side and Glynda is pinching the bridge of her nose on the other.

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') Alright. I'll bite. (Turns to His Thunder Mom) What's wrong?

Nora: Your height. You're about to be taller than me soon~

Oscar: Wait. Really? (Uses his Hand Sideways and Moves it Towards Nora's Forehead and Back to His) Hm. So I am......... (Smiles a Bit) Neat.

Nora: NO! This is not neat at all! (Starts Giving Oscar the Very Sad Puppy Dog Eyes) That's the sign of you going one of the many steps forward to adulthood and I hate it!~

Oscar: Well, it's not like there's anything for me to do to stop it! (Instantly Stops Nora From Saying Another Word) Don't even get any bright ideas!

Pyrrha: (Starts Swaying her Hips Around in a Shy Manner) Are you positive that there's no way around this?~ (Forms a Sad Puppy Dog Look of her Own) This isn't fair at all!~

Oscar: (Turns to Pyrrha) I've never been more sure in my entire life, Pyrrha. And life itself was never fair begin with.

Glynda: Oscar is right. We are all bound to grow older eventually. So there's really no used to delay the inevitable.

Oscar: See? Ms. Goodwitch gets it!

Glynda: That being said..........

Oscar: Huh? (Turns to Glynda With a Deadpinned Look on his Face)

Glynda: (Wipes a Single Tear Away From her Eyes in a Bit of a Dramatic Fashion) It would be a very sad day indeed, when you become an adult and we will cease to spoil you rotten anymore~

Nora/Pyrrha: (Tearfully Nodded in Agreement)

Oscar: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself) You guys are unbelievably impossible sometimes........Even if I do grow older in a few more years, that doesn't mean I won't ever come to either of you for any help, advice, or company. (Smiles a Little) You're still my family through and through, that won't ever-woah! (Suddenly Gets Pulled into a Motherly Group Hug) change.

Nora/Pyrrha/Glynda: We love you, Oscar!~

Oscar: ('Sigh') Yeah, yeah (Hugs Three of his Moms Back) I love you guys too.

Pyrrha: (Notices Something Up Above Her abd the Others) Oscar, is this the place you're looking for? (Points Oscar to a Written Sign thay Says "Welcome to the "Pines' Countryside Farm")

Oscar: (Looks Up at the Sign in Question) Yup. It's my old home alright. (Looks Over at the Farm in the Mid Distance) Looks a little more fixed up than the last time I saw it. (Walks Over to the Farm Along with The Others)

Glynda: I can't seem to recall a time that I ever step foot to a farm until now.

Nora: You and me both, teach. (Places her Hands on Both her Hips) I wonder how many cute little farm critters you folks got in this lovely establishment. Cows, chickens, piggies, goats, horses- ('Gasps') Ponies!~ (Turns to Oscar With Excitement in Her Eyes) Please, please, pleeeeeease tell me you guys those percious little fillies here!~

Oscar: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeeeeah....Hate to be the barrier of bad news, Nora, but we don't....really own any animals here, at least from what I remembered.

Nora: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Seriously!? Like.....NONE at all!? But I thought this is a farm!

Oscar: It is! A crops only farm.

Glynda: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) With no animals in sight?

Oscar: Yeah. I mean, granted, we have watched over a few of our neighbors' animals on some occasions, but other than that, this has been a free animal zone for years now.

Nora: (Snaps her Finger Before Pouting in Disappointment) Dangit! I really wanted to see those ponies again.....

Pyrrha: (Smiles Sheepishly) She looked after a few of them at the Becon Fair in the past and has been in love with them ever since.

Oscar: Your academy had a fair event once?

Glynda: (Simply Nodded) In distant history we did. (Rolls her Eyes in Annoyance) Other than all the times I got dunked inside that blasted tank, it still turned out to be a decent event all things considered. Perhaps we can go to one in town later on this evening?

Nora: (Puts on a More Pumped Up Grin on her Face) YEEES!

Pyrrha: (Smiles Brightly) That sounds like a lovely idea!~

Oscar: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, I'm down. (Pulls his Scroll Out of his Pocket) 'Positive my aunt would like to go too if I could finally get a hold to her.

Pyrrha: She still hasn't answered your calls yet?

Oscar: ('Sigh') No, not yet. But knowing her, she's probably out at the market, picking up groceries as we speak

??????: Or maybe your darlin' aunt is hidin' right BEHIND YA!~

Oscar suddenly gets picked up and hugged from behind as turns around to see an older woman grinning at him with long, curly hair, and more freckles on her face than he has on his.

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly, Instantly Recognizes The Woman Hugging Him) Aunt Em, you're here!~

Em: In the flesh, sugar!~ Look at you! So big, cute and handsome lookin!~ I knew my charms would rub off on ya eventually!~ (Gives her Nephew a Big Kiss on the Cheek Before Putting Back Down on his Feet) Hope you're huntsman career been doin' ypu well these days.

Oscar: It has more or less. (Introduces Em to His Three Mother Figures) I wanna introduce you to Nora, Pyrrha, Glynda, the three of the many ladies in my life oddly enough. Guys, this is my aunt, Emilia Dee Pines, the woman who practically raised me under this farm throughout my childhood.

Nora: (Forms a Bright Smile Along with Pyrrha) Hi!~

Pyrrha: (Happily Waves Hello) Hello!~

Glynda: (Properly Bows her Head to Em) It's a pleasure to finally meet you, ma'am.

Em: (Smiles Brightly at the Three Ladies) Likewise!~ I can't thank y'all ladies and your friends kindly enough for looking after this rascal for after all this time. (Starts Playfully Ruffling Up Oscar's Hair)

Oscar: (Chuckles Ticklishly by the Hair Ruffling) Seriously?~ I'm way more of a saint compared to you! Need I remind you of all the dumb pranks you've pulled in the morning?

Em: (Giggles Softly) Oho hush up, half pint!~ (Pulls Oscar into a One Armed Hugs) You love those dumb pranks as much as I did, so I know you ain't half as innocent you think you are!~ (Fprms Sly Smirk on her Face) Which reminds me.....Ladies, let's say we share a few family photos inside house. My treat~

Oscar: (Eyes Widened in Fear) Oh no.

Later Seconds Later in the Pines' Household.......

Nora/Pyrrha: OH MY GOOOOOOOOSH!~ (Eyes Sparkling in Pure Delight and Glee at All of Oscar's Baby Pictures Shown to Them by the Smirking Auntie)

Nora: CUTE BABY BOI OZZZZZZ!~

Pyrrha: He looks so squish and precious I wanna kiss, hug, and eat him up!~

Em: (Chuckles Lightly) You and me both, hun~ That boy was the cutest little button this family has offer. (Turns to Oscar Sitting Next to Glynda, Sulking in Embarrassment in the Other Side of the Room) Heck, if you ask me, I think he's still as much of a cutie-pie as he ever was growing up~

Pyrrha: (Smiles Brightly at Em) Oh you have no idea how right you are, Mrs. Pines!~

Nora: He can try and deny all he wants, but our baby's cuteness is a true blessing in disguise~

Em: I know that's right!~ And please, Mrs Pines' my grandmother's name. (Continues Talking to the Two Huntresses)

Oscar: (Covering His Face Up in Pure Embarrassment) This.....is a complete nightmare....Or at least I hope it's a dream. (Turns To Glynda Sitting Right Next to Him) Please tell me this is all some convulted dream we're in.

Glynda: No, I believe this is very much real life. No need for me pinch you in anyway.

Oscar: (Lightly Pinches Himself Before Feeling Immense Disappointment) Dangit. Could you at least put me out of my misery then? Quick and painless?

Glynda: (Gasps Before Giving Oscar her Motherly Glare) I will do no such thing! You, of all people, should know that I love you far too much to bring any harm upon you.

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah, you're right.....It's not like things could get worse for me down the line-

Em: So you're sayin' this Printing Shop in the city could print out copies of these pictures here?

Oscar's eyes shot up in pure fear and disbelief by the other ladies' conversation in question.

Pyrrha: As much as you want~

Nora: In many sizes too~ Ooh these pictures are so precious I can't decide which ones are my absolute favorite!~

Pyrrha: Me neither!~ Though, I do wonder what our friends and family back home will think if they see them right now.

One of Oscar's eyes starts to twich rapidly as he continues listening.

Nora: Why wait when we can them the pictures right now!~ Starting with Ruby-

Oscar: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat) Nora, don't you DARE!-

Em: OSCAR! Quit all that hootin' and hollerin' in there and let your Thunder Momma send pictures to your friends!

Oscar: But-

Em: Now, mister!

Oscar: ('Sighs in Utter Defeat') Yes, ma'am.....

Oscar slouches himself back down on his seat and lay the side of his head onto Glynda's lap, groaning in even more annoyance and defeat.

Ozpin's former assistant giggles softly as she gently ruffles the top of Oscar's hair before suddenly taking notice of an old picture frame sitting on a wooden table right next to them, containing a photo of married couple, smiling together in arms.

Glynda: Say, Oscar. (Picks Up Picture Frame From the Table) Who are this couple in the photo here?

Oscar: Huh? (Takes a Look at the Picture Glynda is Showing Her) Oh! (Smiles a Bit) That there is a picture is my parents: Edgar and Annabelle Pines. They helped Aunt Em and my grandparents to look after and shape this farm to what it is today. Or- (Frowns a Bit Sadly) At....least they used to anyways.

Glynda: Used to?

Oscar: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking as He Got his Head Up From Glynda's Lap) Okay, so, years ago, when I was 3 or 4, a group of wild Grimms attack our home in the middle of the night. While was I hiding in the bunker, they risked their lives to fight them off with Aunt Em and everyone of our neighbors pitching in for the assist. They succeeded in the end, but once they made it inside the bunker hours later.....Aunt Em told me they were.....killed during the attack ong with a few others. We mourned our losses the morning after.

Glynda: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock and Sadness by Oscar's Story) Oh no......Oscar, I'm so sorry. (Gives Oscar a Gently, Loving Hug) You and your aunt having my deepest condolences.

Oscar: (Hugs Glynda Back) Thank you, Ms. Good- Glynda. It was sad time for the two of us to endure together, but it didn't get us down forever. We continued to look after this farm as normal, just like mom and dad would've wanted I think. (Starts Rubbing his Arm a Bit) That is.....until Ozpin came to the picture and got me to leave here years later, rest was history by then.

??: Yup!

The duo turns to see the rest of the ladies joining in on the conversation in hand.

Em: Though, I do hope you're not in here mopin' and blamin' yourself for leavin'

Oscar: What? O-Of course not! I would ne-

Pyrrha/Nora: (Gives Oscar Motherly Glares Along with Em) Oscar.

Glynda: (Turns to Oscar With a More Soften Look) Be honest.

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay. So maybe I do blame myself for leaving that day. We've been watching over this farm for years now and I just up and left you without a single goodbye.

Em: Yeah, but at least you written a letter to me before you left, which I still have in my bedroom dresser safe n' sound.

Oscar: ('Sighs in Relief') That's good. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) I still wouldn't blame you if you were at least a bit upset about all of this in general.

Em: ('Sigh') Well, I'd be lyin' if say that I didn't feel some kind of way during that time, but I knew there were more for you to experience and make a name for yourself out there in the real world. So I eventually accepted that and continue working on the farm like normal, with some help from our distant relatives of course.

Oscar: Oh yeah. You told me about them the last time I visited here. Where are they anyways?

Em: Back home for now. They'll probably come back here first thing tomorrow morning to help with the barn's roof outside. Other than that, I'm doing a lot better these days, darlin'. Even more so now that I know that you're out there living the best life for yourself with the people you love. (Raises an Eyebrow) Or at least I hope you are.

Oscar: (Smiles Softly) Don't worry, Aunt Em. I'm doing just fine.

Nora: (Gives the Older Woman a Serious Yet Reassuring Look on her Face) And we promise you that we will continue to do everything in our power to keep your nephew safe and happy.

Glynda: As well provide him with the upmost love and care he very much deserves.

Pyrrha: (Smiles Softly) As Mother Figures, if that's okay with you of course.

Em: (Chuckles Lightly) Oh shuck, y'all!~ It's more than okay. I can tell just by lookin' at you three that you're good people. Can't wait to meet more of your friends and new family soon, Oscar. (Starts Smirking Playfully) 'Specially that Ruby girl you've been mighty pinin' over~

Oscar: (Facepalms Himself in Disbelief) Oh my God, did you just made a pun just now!?

Em: Ya goddamn right I did!~ (Proudly Crosses her Arm) I ain't apologizing worth squat either.

Oscar: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) You and Yang will get along just fine......(Smiles Softly at his Aunt) But seriously though, thank you raising up until now and having faith in me this whole time. (Turns to His Mother Figures Next) And I wanna thank you guys for stepping up and being the mom figures I never thought I ever wanted up until now. You all become one of my heroes for a long time now and....I honestly wouldn't shape up to be the person I am if it weren't for all of you. So once again and last time I'msaying this, but..... thank you.

Em: (Eyes Already Starting To Water) ('Sniff') You're always welcome.....('Sniff') Sweetie-Pie~

Pyrrha: (Giggles Softly While Tearing Up Herself) That's our baby!~ ('Sniff') Always finding a way to brighten up our day and touch our hearts with his words

Glynda: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Indeed. ('Sniff') (Wiping a Single Tear From Her Facs) I believe this calls for a special gesture in hand, yes.

Oscar: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Special Gestur-

Nora: GROUP HUGS!~

The ladies instantly pulls Oscar into a very loving group hug.

Oscar: Oh. Right. Should've known this would lead to this.

Em: Yup!~ Abd I think it would nice to take a group picture or two for the open road.

Oscar: ('Sighs Heavily') Do we have to?

Moms/Em: OSCAR!~

Nora: (Gives Oscar the Puppy Dog Eyes Again) PLEEEEEEASE!?~

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') Alright, alright, fine. Let's get this over with...I..

Nora: (Happily Squeals Before Giving Oscar a Big Kiss on the Cheek and Taking het Scroll Out and Pointing it Right In Front of Her and the Gang) Okay, switch to viewer side and....got it! Allllrightly gang, say.....Cute Boi Oz!~

Everyone: CUTE BOY OZ!!~

Oscar: Wait, what?-

'CLICK'

The group picture was then sent to everyone of Oscar and co's friends and family, starting with Ruby. It made her happy to not see her boyfriend continuously receiving all the love and care after everything he's been through in the past, but to also see his aunt is excited to see her and the rest of their friends soon in the near future as the words "Auntie Em Says Hi!~" is written at the bottom of the photo.

It wasn't a second later however, when she starts gushing over once all the baby pictures that was also sent to her after that.....and then forms the most biggest, mischievous grin she has ever made imaginable.........Yeah, she is going to tease the ever living hell out of her precious farm boi the next time she sees him.

@albion-93

@ma-lemons

@maswartz

@maripr

@decibelcoatl

@oscarpineprotectionsquad

#rwby #oscar pine #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #glynda goodwitch #oscar's aunt #ruby rose #visiting family member #humor #cute family moment #lots of fluff #mother's month #edited #tragedy

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nashdoesstuff · 2 years ago

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First poll [Shattered v. OSD] one-shots!

i think i'm having too much fun with this poll haha

feel free to draw this out! i'm using the idea of the arena by @/sunlit-witch <3

first up is some angst, so might wanna breathe in for a bit.

[also i don't know if this is still canon or not but i messed w/ this for this short writing piece]

Nightmare panted, though his excitement spiked when he felt Dream's aura. Excitement, relief, fear, whatever it was, it was overpowering. His boys were so irresponsible sometimes, sending Dream to this stupid "clout" thing. He shook his head, irritated. Killer was in for it whenever he returned.

He stomped around, seeking life. This place seemed like an arena of sorts, but there weren't people here. Nobody was here. He followed Dream's aura, though it seemed silent and… negative? With this sense, he rushed further, nearly running. Where was Dream?! And why did he have this sense? Was he possibly in danger?

Quickly, he scurried to where the sensing was the strongest. Opening the door, his soul sunk.

There was a tall version of Dream that looked similar to himself towering over the younger Dream. He wore a cloak and a golden belt. He appeared to have crack-like lines appearing on his face and right arm, as did Dream's eyesockets. He noticed two bars hovering above the stadium, with "Shattered!Dream" and "OSD!Dream" on them. Nightmare, flamed, slammed the door shut, gaining the darker Dream's attention.

"Ah. How lovely to meet another Nightmare."

"I think you should hand him over. NOW." Nightmare said demandingly, setting foot inside the large room.

"Ouch, I'm hurt~ though, I'm only doing what I'm supposed to. I'm not hurting him, really. You should've seen the other guy before this. He was a stubborn and weak little guy. Such a disgrace to my name."

"I have no idea who you are, but you are to give me Dream back."

The darker Dream smiled and Dream turned to Nightmare's direction.

"Nighty?" Dream said, uncertainty in his voice.

"Dream, I'm coming for you. I promise, we'll go home and the boys will be waiting for you and you can help Rory cook, alright?-"

"Brother… why'd you lie to me?"

Nightmare flinched and stepped back.

"Dream, I- I'm afraid I don't follow-"

"This other me was telling me about what you did. K-Killed everyone in our village. Is it true? Please tell me it's not true. Well, I can't choose anymore… y-you already lied to me once…"

"Dream, he's manipulating you, you need to-"

"Mani-pui-lating?" He shuffled in his boots. "Whatever that means, I don't think that's it… all of my friends, Crossy, Rory, Kiki, Dusty… Roro? They- they're not good people, right? They've killed like you have… for fun. Why?"

Nightmare shook his head, panick seizing through his bones.

"Dream. Listen to me. I'm your brother, Nighty."

"The only thing you wanted to do was make me weaker so you could- could… like yourself more, right?"

Nightmare couldn't move. Every bone in his body stiffened. He clutched the arena's barrier, gripping it as tightly as he could. He saw Dream's face crack more, and the smile on who appeared to be Shattered Dream grow.

"Pity. I figured a family reunion would make him happier."

"YOU CAUSED THIS, YOU LITTLE BRAT." Nightmare retorted, tears threatening to fall.

Shattered giggled.

"And so I thought you weren't attached. Weren't attached to your poor younger brother."

"H-He wasn't?" Dream mumbled, already crying.

"No, young one. He isn't." Shattered crouched down and lifted Dream's chin with a tendril, a sinister expression on his face. Nightmare's rage caused the barrier to shatter as he charged a tentacle towards the neck of the other Dream. The magical border, however, stood up and caused the tendril's effort to be placed in vain. He groaned, frustrated.

"YOU BASTARD! GET OFF OF HIM-"

"Nighty… I- I don't want to let go like this. Just tell me the truth."

Nightmare sighed, refusing to accept defeat.

This cycle went on for hours.

Now have wholesome content ^^

Shattered smiled as the child version of himself Dream played with his tentacle. He seemed really sweet, and he couldn't bring himself to hurt him like he did with that butterfly freak from the other arena.

"My brother Nighty has these. Does that mean when I grow up, I'll eat the apple and grow them too? Nighty says I'm not cool enough to have them though..."

"Hey. You want my opinion, buddy?"

Dream glared up, a beaming expression on his face.

"I think you're cool. Nighty sounds a bit mean. Saying you aren't cool enough to have these? Tut tut..."

"He's not mean! He just- I just don't think he can understand that I can handle it. I can be cool and strong like him!" Dream pouted, hugging the tentacle. "I don't think I would ever let go of the squishy tentacle if I had it!"

Shattered couldn't help but chuckle at his words.

"Don't get your hopes up, kiddo. If he's this strict with you, I don't know if you'll ever get them. Though, maybe I could sneak you out of here and show you a few tricks after this is over? Y'know, after we end up getting out?"

Dream gasped, clapping his hands together in excitement.

"Yes! Yes, I'd love that!" He exclaimed, a large grin on his face. "I'd have to deal with Nighty's talking, but yeah!"

Shattered tugged Dream's collar playfully, his eye light gleaming.

"Alright, it's settled then."

these are rushed and ugly but i felt like making them anyway

i think this is becoming a hyperfixation

whoopsie

[@galacii, @calcium-cat]

#dream tournament #propaganda #tournament propaganda #dream aus #shattered!dream #shattered dream #osd dream #osd!dream #osd #osd!nightmare #osd nightmare #angst #wholesomeness #nash's writings #nashdoesstuff #nash's shenanigans #not a poll #i'm gonna go focus on real life now #been stuck on a screen for a while now lol

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tllgrrl · 1 year ago

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Fine Apples by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Fleur De Louve SarahBucky Month 2023

Week 2: “You've got leaves in your hair.” | Week 4: “Chilly mornings”, “Apple picking”, “Falling leaves”

Relationships: Sarah Wilson x James “Bucky” Barnes, Misty Knight x Sam Wilson | Rating: SFW

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“Not even a little bit?”

“Nope. Long as the barometric pressure is reasonable, I’m okay. I’m from here. Between that and the whole being on ice in Siberia thing, it just makes this feel like a typical Northeast Fall to me.”

“Huh. Well, I’m from the South. I wasn’t built for this climate.”

“But you are perfectly built—“

“I’m serious! I don’t think I’ve ever worn so many layers of clothes. Do you know what-all I’m wearing under your henley?”

“I sure do. I watched you get dressed. And watched…and watched…and watched—“

“James.”

“Now I’m looking forward to being back in the lodge, lighting the fireplace in our bedroom, and helping peel off all those layers of—“

“Boy?!”

She stopped walking, crossed her arms and pouted, waiting for Bucky to turn around.

Sarah knew it was going to be colder there than in Southern Louisiana, and she’d adjusted her wardrobe, but she still wasn’t prepared for the whole brisk-ness of an unusually chilly late Fall New England morning.

“You’re out here makin’ fun, and I’m being serious!”

“So’m I! I’m always serious, nandi. Ask your brother.”

Unbeknownst to her, while he was thinking about how he was going to unwrap her later, he was also keeping an eye out for a tree with the best trunk on which to discreetly carve both their initials.

”The tour part’s almost over. They’ll be handing out baskets soon and we can—” He reached back and felt nothing but space where Sarah had been almost behind him.

Turning around, he saw her as the breeze kicked up a bit, enough to slightly move her curls around and send a light shower of leaves falling on her.

Beyoncé, bathed in stage lights and standing in front of one of her ever-present wind machines, had nothing on who he was looking at right now, because even with a full-on pout and all bundled up for the chilly morning temperatures, Sarah was beautiful.

He jogged back to her, opened his jacket, took her hands and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Come ‘ere, my delicate hothouse flower,” he cooed. “I’m sorry you’re cold.”

Then wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into his body, shielding her from the chilly wind.

Pulling back a little to see her face, he looked into her eyes and asked, “Is this better?”

She looked thoughtful. “Maybe. Got any other ideas?”

Brushing aside all the other ideas that raced through his mind at that moment, he kissed her nose.

“Wow! Good thing the rest of you is covered. So tell me, sweetness. What can I do to warm up that nose? This?”

He kissed her forehead.

“You might be on to something, but shouldn’t we be getting back to the tour?”

“Tour?” he whispered into her ear, with a warm breath that definitely took a bit of the chill off. “What tour?”

His lips were warm on her left cheek, then her right.

“That’s real nice, lover. But, we came out here to pick some apples for the pies that—“

“How ‘bout this?”

He heard a little intake of breath, then gently kissed her mouth. Kissed her again. And again, over their smiles and giggles.

The next kiss had more heat, and a brisk wind caused the leaves to swirl around them while that kiss deepened and warmed them both.

“Moving along, now, over here we have the oldest section of the orchard—”

Hearing the voice of the tour guide, they reluctantly broke the kiss, and made a mad dash deeper into the orchard.

Going into White Wolf Mode, he stood them with her back against a tree, his body covering hers and holding absolutely still as the group passed by.

They were just about face to face, and she could see those blue-grey eyes do that thing the former sniper/assassin sometimes does when they’re in unfamiliar territory: a quick perimeter scan. She knew he was relaxed when he started to snicker, and she swatted his arm.

“Shhhh! Stop that!” she whispered. “We should get back to our group before somebody notices that you snuck off.”

“Me?!? I’m not exactly alone here.”

“I left because I was looking for you.”

“What?”

“That's my story, and I’m stickin’ to it, Bucky”

“Oh, Bucky, is it?” he softly growled, leaning in for another kiss.

“Hey! What are you two doing back here?”

Busted.

Looking over their shoulders they saw Sam and Misty peeking out from behind the tree a couple of rows away.

“Nothin’,” Bucky said, turning around and feigning absolute innocence. “Just…talkin’, ya know? Like people do.”

“Talkin’ about this nice apple tree here!” Sarah said, now behind him, patting the tree trunk. “Hey Misty, wasn’t that your and Sam’s tour group that just went by?”

“Well…we were looking for you two.”

“And we stopped to look at this amazing apple tree over here,” Sam added, trying to give the fish-eye to Bucky, who had the nerve to look extremely casual instead of like somebody who was:

[mackin’ on my little sister…in the middle of a damn apple orchard!]

Both couples look at each other, and burst out laughing.

“Uh-huh…”

“Whatever! And don’t try to use my excuse!”

“Alright. Enough messing around. We need to catch up so we can pick some apples for this pie contest Misty and I are gonna win tomorrow. We have a recipe we’re using that comes from a restaurant that was popular back during the Harlem Renaissance. When Grey Wolf there was just a pup.”

“Boy?! You are truly delusional if you think you're gonna win. I’m doing a pie based on Great-grandmama’s recipe, but using spices you can’t even get unless you have connections with a certain Royal Family. It’ll knock your socks off and blow your pie out of the water.”

“Zat so?” Sam almost guffawed.

“Bet yer ass, pal!” Bucky absolutely guffawed.

“Oh, we’ll see.”

“Sure will, Samuel.”

“Man, stop saying my name like that!”

“Like what, Samuel?”

“Oh, Lord,” Sarah looked over at Misty.

“Here we go,” Misty rolled her eyes and looked over at Sarah, shaking her head.

“Hold on. Come ‘ere…”

They both stopped, letting Sam and Bucky continue walking and yakking.

“You have some leaves in your hair. Let me…there.”

“Thanks! Lean down a little bit, with your tall self. Looks like you have some too. Got ‘em.”

“We good?”

“Fine, too!”

“Who you tellin’?”

Laughing and chatting, they caught up with the two jovially bickering superheroes, and the two couples hurried back to their tour group, debating about the desserts they were planning to make out of their pickings.

The pie contest ended up being a draw.

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Fine apple is 1930s slang for a attractive person. Could also be a confident, hardworking, successful person as well.

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Also posted HERE ON AO3.

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarahbucky #buckysarah #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #sam wilson #misty knight #fleur de louve #fleurdelouve #fleurdelouvemonth #fleurdelouve month 2023 #fleurdelouve month

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maggicktouched · 2 years ago

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Nat wants to know literally everything about Beck, I'm sorry... 3, 5, 8 (as if Beck has a choice, she says), 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, 18, 19, 21, 23, 25, 26, 27

What would your muse’s ideal date be?

Hmmm... I mean there could be a LOT. Beck likes 99 percent of things her partner will do with her. Hell, Beck likes doing things she doesn't even like doing if it is with her partner. So I'll give you an example of one specific one, but know that there are many ideal date ideas for Beck.

Take her to some sort of fair or festival. She loves the obviously scammed carnival games and attempting to beat them. She actually really loves rides in general. When the night winds down go somewhere dark and quiet in the middle of nowhere. If it is summer, strip down and hop into a creek or a river and swim in the glow of the fireflies. If it is winter, skate with her out on the lake. Take half a dozen picnic breaks under the stars and finally collapse onto the blanket next to one another. They can talk or make up stories or just lay there together. Stay up the whole night together, giggling from exhaustion but not wanting to fall asleep, not wanting the night to end. Let her feel wanted. Let her feel safe. Let her drop down her guard and open herself up.

“How easy is it for your muse to say, “I love you”?

Uhm... god that is actually kinda hard.

Depends on the person, I guess. It isn't hard with Nat. I think, especially in our main verse, it just comes out one night when they're young. A couple of months in they're in the car talking about nothing and there's a lapse in the conversation. Beck looks in the rearview and feels her entire world go fuzzy around the edges. She realizes the only thing she wants is right there with her. She feels this impossible pull toward Nat that takes away her breath and she just says it.

"I love you." And she pauses---she panics---for a moment. Then. "I'm sorry. Not that I said it. I meant it. I mean it. Just--just if it's too much to hear right now. I probably should have waited or something but I can't. I couldn't. You don't have to say anything, but I mean it."

Does your muse like a height difference with their partner?

RUDE!

Lol. I mean... I guess? I don't think it matters to her in a lot of situations, but there is something kinda hot about it when the heat is turning up if you get me.

What would make your muse immediately abandon a date?

With Natasha??? Nothing short of a complete and total mental break down. Even when they're younger and things between them are a lot more tense, at the end of the day, Nat can kinda do no wrong with Beck. She lets her away with waaaay more than she lets other people away with. Nat may not talk about it, but she has been through a lot, and Beck knows what it is like to be put through hell. So maybe Nat can be a little paranoid (and that means a lot coming from her because she's pretty cautious around people herself) and yeah she's kinda bossy at times, but she also is still pretty much living in survival mode. Beck might get mad, her feelings might get hurt, but she does realize this and actively try to control herself.

The only reason she ever did or ever would leave Nat is to keep her safe.

What physical attribute does your muse find most attractive?

She's---not hard to please LOL. Beck really loves hair. Nat is a redhead which especially makes her a little weak in the knees. But Beck thinks Nat is so beautiful that she says it is a crime to single out one piece of her.

What personality trait/type does your muse find most attractive?

In Natasha specifically? Her gentleness. Beck might not always know specifics, but she knows what Natasha was trained to do. She knows people have done unthinkable things to Natasha. But Nat never tries to hurt her. It happens sometimes, but it is usually by accident. Nat never just gets mad at her and takes digs at her, and she certainly never raises a hand to her. And honestly that's what Beck is used to from most people.

What is your muse most likely to notice first about a potential partner?

I'm gonna be honest this question and my brain don't compute very well. I tried to answer it when another person sent it in and gave a very lame answer. Idk why.

The first thing Beck noticed about Nat was how homeless she looked and that's not very nice to say lmao.

Does your muse like receiving gifts from a potential partner? If so, what?

It depends? So like it boils down to why she thinks she's getting the gift. If she thinks you're giving her something to make her stop being angry with you or because she's sad, she either feels apathetic about it or potentially may get even angrier. But if someone just likes to give her gifts? Go crazy. She cares more about the fact that someone thought about her than the gift most of the time. Like if you buy her a bit of candy or a lemonade she's going to be just as over the moon as if you bought her something expensive.

Food is usually a safe choice, though she's wary of food that have been heavily processed. Clothes are also very safe. She actually likes it when her partner dresses her on like a special occasion because she's like "oooOoOoOOoOo you think I'm pretty in this?". She's a dork.

Does your muse find the idea of a secret admirer charming or off-putting?

Hmmmm. I don't think a secret admirer would work with Beck. She can't read, so if someone sent her presents with notes on it she'd be like "Boda what does this say" and Angrboda would probably lie. Because Boda trusts no bitch and would NOT be ok with a secret admirer.

She's also like, isolated in most verses. Even in our verse with Clint and Barck (that's what I'm calling Dog!Beck now), once she turns back into a person, it doesn't matter that she's in the city she still knows almost no one. And having someone know her that she doesn't know? Very likely to spook her.

She thinks the idea is very romantic... just maybe not for her.

Would your muse prefer a spontaneous date night, or a planned night out?

Either or. Beck's very spontaneous. She doesn't really get the point in planning things in advance when you could do them now. But Nat has a taxing job that takes her all over the world. They kinda have to plan stuff. It doesn't bother her. But she does forget a lot because she doesn't really keep a calendar. If they plan something Nat has to remind her about it the day before.

Does your muse fall for someone quickly, or does it take a bit to win their heart?

I don't think it takes long for Beck to fall. It takes longer for her to learn to trust than it does to fall in love. She is a bit of an expert on loving people she doesn't fully trust. She's had to because otherwise her life would be completely loveless. The only people she trusts completely are her familiars and her best friends and Cora---and older mentor/kind of adopted mother figure.

But Beck is emotional and feelings driven, and especially for Nat it doesn't take long at all for her to be like "well nothing but her matters now. cool."

Is your muse smooth when it comes to flirting? How do they handle being flirted with?

Yes. Beck is. My autistic ass on the other hand is not. It's something I really struggle to write so it doesn't get written as often as it probably should. It worms its way into drabbles more often than serious threads because I'm not as intimidated when I think the piece is mostly just something for me.

Beck flirts with pretty much everyone. It's just kinda how she talks half the time. And she loves it when people play along or flirt with her. She flirts with her friends constantly. But they all know it is a game. She doesn't like people that take it too far. You'll go from her giggling and twirling her hair to her hexing your shoes to the floor if you get too pushy. It's playful, it is light. It isn't meant to be taken seriously except with her partner.

Does your muse consider romantic holidays ( such as Valentine’s ) important to celebrate when in a relationship?

If Nat were to explain what it was, Beck would probably participate in Valentine's Day. She has a vague awareness of human holidays but generally half of what she "knows" about it are just weird assumptions she's made from watching random people out of context from a distance. Anniversaries and such though she does celebrate. And remember, astonishingly.

How much stock does your muse put in first impressions? What is the best way to make a good first impression with your muse?

Very little. Beck puts on a face/act half the time. She thinks most people lie out of the gate. Because of that there is no first good impression. She can get a good feeling about you if you're not a douchebag, but she can get a bad feeling about you if you're an angel too. She's fickle and untrusting.

Is your muse one to sit down with a new partner and formally define a relationship, or do they prefer to go with the flow and see what happens?

She's definitely a go with the flow kinda person. She'll do it the other way for people who need it, but she figures if she wanted to Properly Arrange a relationship she'd have gone to the Order of the Nine and submitted herself for and arranged marriage. What's the point? Just figure it out as it goes.

#hc;; beck

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godnectar · 1 year ago

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oh oh :0 you should do yandere slasher 😋 if you ever get the time

・✶ ｡ﾟYANDERE SLASHER ;

★ note: abrupt asf ending,, don't even know what I wrote

content warnings: stalking, murder, sadism, hybristophilia, choking, knife + fear play, implied reader's death at the end.

yandere slasher! who has become a notorious figure, grabbing headlines in the newspapers and dominating daily news channels discussions. with a disturbing regularity, victims are reported to the police every week, all falling prey to a similar modus operandi to the point where the city is gripped by a sense of fear and curiosity as his identity and motives remain a perplexing enigma, the only things that could make him be recognized before further disaster being his stealthy, masked and darkly dressed form and the unsettling voice calls he makes previously to the attacks.

yandere slasher! who, between all the terror and dread the media and civilians were spreading, has somehow also been growing his own "fan club" of brainless darlings who talk about him with loving hearts glistening in their eyes. hundreds of delusional and lustful posts are published every day, there are also accounts foolishly dedicated to him that already count with a considerable number of followers who easily make him step into trending topic at the end of the week, but between them all, there's only one little dove that manages to catch his attention every time — you.

yandere slasher! who, of course, felt curious and attracted by the idea of there being someone as naive and innocent as you rambling cutely about him in the middle of other filthy, corrupted minds thirsting over his atrocious actions – almost dreamily sighing at the idea of his probably strong hand wrapped around your neck, or how cold would the sharp tip of his blade feel while caressing your skin after ripping frivolously the covering clothes.

yandere slasher! who, after doing a bit of... totally legal research, has arrived to the point he is now: routinely walking through the night streets until finding you. he had already seen you before; sometimes you would be walking around with your friends, and a couple of days after they would appear in the news dead; other times you would be minding your own business at home, suddenly feeling a pair of eyes watching you from afar. today, though? today you were just getting ready to go to sleep when your phone started ringing, an incoming voice call from an unknown number being seen on the screen.

yandere slasher! who's hoarse, low voice crackles through the phone's speakers, its sickeningly sweet tone sending shivers down your spine as he playfully asks and mocks your special taste for bad, cruel men; all while watching your reaction and slowly sneaking inside the apartment. "so– what's your favorite scary movie, love?"

yandere slasher! who takes pride in the way your soft breath hitches a second later, his heartbeat quickening while feeling a rush of adrenaline for what's to come going through his veins as he hears your giggles through the other end, silent steps creeping closer to your unaware and vulnerable form in the hallway until his presence becomes noticeable behind you, ready to strike.

yandere slasher! who thinks he has just fallen in love with the way your surprised but still adoring expression turns into a fearful one as his embracing arms become caging, the stroking hands on your skin now brush your flesh with a steely dagger, and his falsely affectionate gaze burns in your memory as a heartless, amused stare that probably won't hesitate to take your life the same way he did with so many other souls prior.

"don't think too much and let just go for me, baby... maybe we will also have our own movie someday, mh?"

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 2 years ago

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Just My Body Type

A/N- My first ever Gareth fic was found!! i was so happy i was able to recover this 🥹

Summary- Gareth brings you out to his favorite spot and you really get to see how much he adores you

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @ahzysauce

Words- 1.5k

Gareth is aged up to 19 for this 🥰

“Gare, you realize how creepy this seems right?”

“Relax! If i was gonna kill you i would’ve done it already.” He said with a laugh.

The two of you had just recently started your relationship together, and though it had only been a few weeks, it was the happiest you’ve ever felt.

Gareth decided today was the perfect day to bring you out to his favorite spot. You knew he loved going out into the forests of Hawkins, enjoying the scenery and just getting to explore, and for days he’d been telling you about his absolute favorite spot. But that was it. He hadn’t told you anything else about it, other than it was his favorite spot.

Once the two of you were getting closer he put his hands over your eyes and slowly guided you through the brush, and as you kept walking you could hear a faint roaring of water splashing nearby.

“Almost there i promise.” Gareth said from behind you, carefully walking you closer and closer, the gentle splashing and loud roaring becoming clearer. “Alright, you ready?”

“Yes!” You said with a giggle, “I’ve been ready since you put your hands over my eyes, is this really that big of a surprise?”

He removed his hands and you soon realized why he wanted this to be a surprise.

A large lake surrounded by different vines and flowers, a smaller sand bank leading you into it with rocks of all different colors and shapes and sizes, and behind everything else was a waterfall, running into the lake as the water splashed along the large rocks at the bottom. All you could do was stare in awe.

You had no idea that a place this beautiful could be right in your backyard, just through the woods of Hawkins. From the looks of it, it didn’t seem like many people knew of it either, the water was clearer than any other lake in Hawkins and the trees and flowers all around you were the brightest colors you’ve ever seen.

“How did you find this place?” You asked Gareth, eyes still focused on the gorgeous sight before you.

“I just found it one day i guess. I was wandering through these woods a few years ago, heard the waterfall, and i followed the sound all the way here. Sometimes i’ll come out here to think or just relax and i figured you might like it too.”

“Like it?” You finally turned to face him, “I love it! It’s beautiful here, i don’t think i’ve ever seen anything like it.”

His hand reached for yours and gently held it as you stood up on your tip toes to place a soft kiss onto his lips.

With his hand still in yours, you brought him closer to the shore of the lake against the sand, rocks crunching underneath your shoes as you came closer and the smell of the water was so refreshing.

“I think there’s a cave just behind that waterfall but i’ve never been able to get all the way around this lake to find it.”

Your lips curled up into a little smile and you let go of his hand, removing the shoes and socks from your feet and setting them up on the grass next to the sand bank,

“Why don’t we swim across?” You took a few steps into the water, just up to your ankles. It was cool and from the shore the lake didn’t look to be all that deep.

“You want to swim across? We don’t have anything to swim in though…” He trailed off as soon as he saw your hands dip down to the waistband of your shorts, undoing the button and slipping them down your legs.

“I know,” You said with a giggle, “we could always just go in our underwear, who needs a bathing suit?” He watched in awe, a bright blush spread across his cheeks as you slipped your shirt up over your head, standing before him in just your bra and panties.

Though the two of you had been dating for a few weeks, your relationship never progressed further than make out sessions, and seeing you exposed before him just made him stare. Not because he was seeing a girl undress before him, but because of how beautiful he thought your body was.

Wisps of hair around your neck that gently trailed down to your shoulders, the curve of your breasts and the softness of your arms and tummy, your smooth hips and legs leading down to your painted toenails being dipped into the water.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you saw his eyes never leave your figure.

“Nothing! Nothings wrong, you just…” He trailed off searching for the right words to use for you.

Every freckle and blemish, every scar and stretch mark, every spot and crater and curve on your body seemed like it was placed there so delicately and though he wanted to find one, there wasn’t a way for him to put into words how beautiful you were.

His silence scared you, your hands moving just in front of your tummy to try and cover yourself up just a bit,

“I just what?…” You said quietly, looking down at the rocks and pebbles scattered around your toes.

“You’re gorgeous…” He said quietly, almost a whisper.

You smiled, a gentle blush swept across your cheeks as you took a few steps into the water,

“You coming?”

“Shit, yeah. sorry.” He said with a smile, quickly removing his flannel vest and shirt and you couldn’t help but stare.

You’d always wondered what he might be hiding underneath his Hellfire shirt, and needless to say you loved what you saw. You bit your lip as he undid the belt around his waist and the button of his ripped jeans, sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them.

He looked more perfect than you could even imagine. His strong arms that always wrapped so tightly around you, his soft tummy with a trail of hair that went down to the waistband of his boxers, his big thighs that were always so comfortable whenever you sat in his lap.

You smiled as your eyes wandered over him, spotting the different freckles and blemishes scattered all over him. Your hand reached out to him and he quickly took ahold of it, letting you slowly guide him into the water.

The water felt cool and refreshing against your skin as the two of you made your way deeper and deeper into the lake, making your way closer to the waterfall.

Just as the water reached your waist, you felt a gentle tug on your hand. Gareth was stopped behind you and you turned your body to face him,

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah, no, everything’s fine. It’s just…” You took a step closer to him, your hand still being held in his, and you could feel he was tending up just a bit as your figure came closer to his, “you’re not… disappointed, right?”

“Disappointed?” You stepped closer to him, furrowing your brows in confusion, “Why would i be disappointed?”

His other hand reached out to hold your empty one, your fingers gently wrapping around his as his eyes wandered over your body,

“Just cause… You look fucking gorgeous,” he said with a nervous laugh, making you blush just a bit, “and i… i look like me…”

You could hear a bit of pain in his voice, and it hurt to hear how he thought so little of himself when in your eyes he looked absolutely perfect. Your hands let go of his, one moving to cup his cheek, the other moving to gently hold his waist as you closed the space between the two of you.

Your lips pressed softly to his and his arms snaked their way around your waist, keeping you held close to him as you parted,

“I think you look perfect just as you are.” You said reassuring him, your arms moving over his shoulders as they wrapped around his neck.

“Really?” His cool blue eyes staring into yours.

“Of course!” You said with a giggle, giving him another quick kiss on the lips before leaving a gentle trail of kisses down to his neck, then to his chest before parting once again, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” The corners of his lips turned into a smile and he rested is forehead against yours as the two of you held each other close, “Are you disappointed with me?”

“Are you kidding?” You squeaked as you felt his hands quickly move to your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist as he held you up, “You’re like a work of art and i’ve got you all to myself.”

You giggled as you felt his lips move to your neck, scattering kisses onto every inch of skin he could reach.

The waterfall soon became an afterthought as the two of you stood in the water, admiring each other and getting lost in the intimacy of the secluded area. It was such a relief to not have to feel insecure or embarrassed about your body with him. He adored you, and admired absolutely every single thing about you, and with him knowing you liked him just as he was made him fall for you more than he ever thought he could ever fall for someone.

You were each other’s perfect type in every single way.

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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Somebody Else

(Mob AU) Cherry!Seb x Reader

Run-through: You decide that it’s high time to tell your boyfriend about the other man in your life, because you couldn’t lie nor keep it a secret anymore. And needless to say, he doesn’t take it very well.

Themes: angst, smut, jealous!seb, fluff

a/n: for those confused, ‘cherry!seb’ is mob!seb, we just gave him a name because well, click here

You were so anxious that it was hard to breathe for a little while.

The moment you heard his car entering the gates, you shot up from the couch and rushed down the stairs. You had been thinking about this for a while now, but tonight was the right time. You couldn’t lie anymore. And it hurt you each time you had to refrain yourself from bringing it up on the phone.

Just as you reached the foyer, you watched Seb walk in - the notorious mob boss who was mean, and ruthless and cruel to anyone else but you. To you, he was everything you could ask for.

He smiled the moment his eyes met yours. “Hi babygirl.” He opened his arms and engulfed you in a warm, tight bear hug. He had been away for work for days, and right now all he wanted was to be home with you.

“Hi baby. Welcome home.” You nuzzled his neck and inhaled his absolutely delicious cologne. You pulled away to look up at him but he was busy scanning your outfit.

He frowned for a brief moment, “Are we going somewhere?” He couldn’t help but ask because although you always looked beautiful, the little sundress you were wearing was absolutely stunning.

You linked your arm with his as you two walked further into your home. “Nope.” You answered, and bit down on your lip as you looked up at him.

He stopped and grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away gently, “So you got all dressed up just for me?” You nodded at his question and he chuckled, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth again. “You know, as much as I appreciate you looking extra pretty for me, all I wanna do it get you out of this dress and-,”

“No,” You whined playfully, pulling away. “Not happening. Go freshen up, I made dinner.” You watched how his brows furrowed a little at you.

“Okay…” His reply sounded more like a question. “Did I forget something, baby? Our anniversary is in December, your birthday is next month and we-,”

You cut him off again, he was stressed out you could tell. “You didn’t forget anything. You’ve been working a lot lately, you’ve been away from home a lot. I just wanted to do something nice for when you get back.” You whispered, grabbing him by his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

He moaned into the kiss and tightened his arms around you, feeling your warm body beneath the dress. “You didn’t have to do anything. You make me feel so much better just by being here with me.” He whispered, his voice deeper, as he kissed his way down your neck. His touch was very persuasive and you almost gave in but then you remembered…

“Okay,” You giggled as you pulled away. “Don’t ruin my plans, now go shower. I’ll be waiting,” You pulled away from his embrace and he groaned as you walked away from him. You turned to face him one last time before you walked into the open kitchen, “And you better be back before I finish my first glass of wine.” You winked at him.

He bolted. Ran upstairs as fast as he could, smiling to himself and wondering how he got so lucky.

Seb showed up sometime later, showered and relaxed; smelling even better. You watched him enter the kitchen, his body moving slowly but confidently - dressed in nothing but just dark grey sweatpants. You bit your lip again as he walked over to you and tried to get all cozy again but you pushed him away playfully.

Midway through dinner, he looked up at you and took your hand in his. “This is torture.” He murmured, taking a sip of wine while rubbing slow circles on the back of your hand.

You smirked. “What, I made your favorite dinner, opened your favorite wine. How is that torture?” You knew you had to get him in the right mood before telling him all that you had to say.

He studied your face for a while, narrowing his eyes at you. “Is there something you want? Babygirl, you know all you have to do is ask. Whatever it is, I’ll get you.” He spoke, then lifted your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

You tilted your head to the side. “What do you mean? I make us dinner all the time, why does this seem suspicious to you?”

He playfully nipped at your finger. “Because I know you too well. And I know you’re up to something.”

You pulled your hand away to pick up your fork again. “Well I’m not, now eat up.”

Dinner was just as perfect as you wanted it to. And another glass of wine later, you and Seb found yourselves on the couch in the living room, watching a movie - barely, because Seb was having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Each time he slid his hand under your dress, you pushed his hand away. You purposely dodged each one of his kisses, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he snaps. But you needed to get him desperate enough to where you’d have his whole attention.

“Babygirl,” he whined, pulling you on his lap again, “Give me a kiss, come on.” He grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back, wondering if you should just tell him now.

You pulled away from his kiss and straddled him, he looked up at you with the same curious look he’s had all evening. “Okay,” you took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Seb raised an eyebrow at you. “See? I knew it. I knew you were up to something.” He almost purred as he ran his hands up and down your thighs.

You inched closer to him, and cupped his face in your hands so you had his undivided attention. “I love you, you know that, right? I will always love you, no matter what.”

He blinked at you, nodding.

You kept going. “And whatever happened, it was… it was so unexpected. I wouldn’t call it a mistake but I- I didn’t think it through at the moment. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

He sat up a little straighter, grabbing your hips so you don’t fall off his lap. He blinked once again. “Baby, what are you talking about?” His heart raced just a little. He had no idea where this was going.

You sighed, and looked down at his bare chest. You brought your hand down and traced along his freckles and indents of his muscles. “Um, recently you’ve been gone a lot. And I’m fine with it really, I mean I know you work so much and how important work is for you. But I… I was so lonely and vulnerable at the time and he just-,”

Seb cut you off with a look of horror on his face. “He? Who’s ‘he’?” He looked like he was confused, angry and surprised all at once.

“Baby, just listen, okay? It didn’t mean anything, it’s not… I wasn’t supposed to get attached but then you know, I-,”

Seb cut you off by sitting up straighter and he grabbed both your wrists and held them away from his face. “Attached? To who? You… you found somebody else?”

You sighed, “Baby… I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

His eyes widened. “What the hell are you talking about? Did you- do you… did you cheat on me?” His voice cracked a little by the end.

You lowered your head in shame. “I… I met him through a friend, they know each other and he was staying with her until he found a new place. And he came along with her when I invited them for dinner the other night. You were away at that time, and I… it wasn’t supposed to but it just happened.”

Seb repeated your words in his mind. It just happened… it just happened?

He grabbed your thigh and pushed you to the side, gently. His movements were so slow as he got up from the couch with a frown on his face. “What… what do you mean ‘it just happened’?” He walked a few steps away, stopping by the fireplace and then turned to look at you. You sat criss-cross on the couch, lowering your face still. “Look at me!” You could hear the disbelief in his voice.

You lifted your head up to look at him. His body flushed with the anger he was having trouble containing. He ran his fingers through his short hair, his muscles flexing as he did.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured.

He looked at you like the apology only drove another dagger through his heart. “You’re sorry?” He sounded defeated. “You cheat on me, and that’s all you have to say? That you’re sorry?”

“Babe, I-,”

He snapped. “Don’t call me that!” He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair again as he paced in front of the fireplace. “Why.. how did- when did you…” he stopped rambling. Too many thoughts ran through his mind all at once. He was having trouble breathing, and his head was pounding - he felt like he was going to be sick.

“When they came over for dinner that night, uh, we all had a little too much to drink and I couldn’t let them drive back home so I offered that they spend the night and leave in the morning. And that’s when I… I got to know him a little more and…” You looked at Seb and found him staring at you, his heart breaking, “and that’s when-,”

“Enough.” He looked away, hands on his waist. “So you just- why are you even telling me this right now? Why tell me at all? Because you couldn’t live with yourself, or is it… is it because you’re in love with him or something?”

Your silence gave him the answer he needed.

“What the fuck? You’re just gonna throw away all we had for this dude? Who the hell is he anyways? You know I’m gonna find out who he is and I’m gonna make sure it hurts when I-,”

You got up from the couch and walked over to him, placing your hands on either side of his waist. His skin was warmer than usual. “Seb please, I care about him.”

Seb looked at you like you spoke some other language. “What bullshit is this?” His heart was beating like crazy, an unpleasant chill dancing down his spine as he felt the tips of his fingers getting numb. “You… you what? Are you-,” He stopped talking abruptly, panic showing all over his face briefly before it was replaced by burning anger. He pushed your hands away from his body. “Is he… is he here right now?” He gestured upstairs. “Are you keeping him here? Has he been here this whole time?”

“Baby, just listen okay? He needed a place to-,”

Seb cut you off by rushing past you and rushing to the drawer where he kept a spare gun, always. You ran after him.

“Seb, wait.” You caught up with him at the stairs. “Just wait, okay, I-,”

He cut you off by grabbing your wrist and tugging you along as he rushed up the stairs. “So not only do you cheat on me, but you let him stay in our own home?” He sounded like he was trying so hard not to unleash the beast inside at you. “What did you think, you were gonna convince me and all three of us would live happily ever after?”

You remained quiet, you hadn’t expected this to turn so violent so soon.

When you reached the landing upstairs, Seb pushed you against the wall, almost growling in anger as he caged you in. “I’ll deal with you later, babygirl. But first I’m gonna deal with your little boy toy and I’m gonna make you watch as I hurt him.” He meant it, every single word. “Where is he?” he asked, his voice dropping so low that you visibly shivered.

You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Don’t hurt him.” You murmured and his hands were shaking with all the emotions that he was having trouble dealing with all at once.

He chuckled, darkly. You looked into his eyes and they had darkened too. “Don’t tell me what to do, babygirl. Do you really think you can protect him?” He leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours, “Where is he?” He asked slowly.

There was no way for you to get out of this one. “The… guest room.”

Seb didn’t move for a few seconds, his brain still processing all of what just happened in the span of a few minutes. His heart was breaking more and more with each passing moment. “I’m gonna burn this whole house down,” he grabbed your wrist again, tugging you further down the hallway and towards the guest room, “With him in it.” He growled the last bit.

He gave you a piercing look as you reached the guest room. He let go of your hand and cocked his gun. He didn’t even think twice as he burst through the door, “You piece of-,”

You heard how his voice died down into a groan. You pushed open the door even wider and took a step further in, you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe. You giggled at the sight in front of you.

Seb clutched his chest as he fell onto his knees on the floor, exhaling loudly and lowering his head to the floor. And in front of him was the little ball of black and white fur - your new pup, a baby Border Collie.

Your friend was fostering him, and she brought the pup along when she came over for dinner the other night and told you about how he needed a forever home. You hadn’t thought about having a dog just yet, but when you saw this little baby that night, you knew you had to keep him. So you did, and you hadn’t told Seb about it right away.

And well, he just found out.

“Isn’t he handsome?” You asked, and upon hearing your voice, the little one yelped and ran over to you on its little legs. You giggled as you picked him up and walked further into the room, which was filled with everything a dog could need. You went over and knelt right in front of Seb, holding up the pup, making them both face each other.

“Don’t burn the house down. I’m sorry I cheated on you with this handsome boy.” You teased.

Seb finally lifted his head to look at you both. He hissed, “I think I’m having a heart attack. Or my blood pressure is really really high.” He locked his gun and tossed it to the side. “Woman, you’re killing me.”

You rolled your eyes at Seb. “Oh stop your theatrics.” You looked down at your new dog, stroking his soft fur. “Did you really think I would cheat on you?” When you looked back up at your boyfriend, he was looking down at the dog.

“You scared me for a moment. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t think, I just...” He groaned. “You really know how to mess with me, don’t you?”

You giggled, and he threw you a dirty look before picking up the pup from your arms to inspect it better. “So this little guy kept you company while I was gone?” The little one yelped and started licking Seb’s chin eagerly. “I think I’ll forgive him, good thing he’s cute.”

You watched them both, smiling like crazy. “I named him Kenny.”

You then spent the next hour explaining how you got the dog and hung out with your new pet, until Kenny fell asleep. And while you stepped out of the room, Seb grabbed you and pushed you against the wall again, just outside the guest room.

“I hope you know that had there been a guy in there, I would shoot him first and ask questions later.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours.

You smiled into the kiss, giggling when he bit down on your lip. “You crazy man,” You pulled away to look into his eyes. “I love you, I wouldn’t do that to you, to us.”

“Hmm,” he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Don’t you dare leave me.” He mumbled against your skin. “I mean it.”

“Else you’re gonna burn this house down?” You teased him for his dramatic threat earlier.

He groaned, pinching your butt and making you squeal. “Or I’m gonna burn this whole city to the ground,” he corrected you, “And everyone in it.” He added, making you chuckle as you pulled him in for another kiss.

Seb had gotten rid of your dress before you even made it to your bedroom.

You laughed as you made him chase you around the room, and he groaned each time he missed you. “Come here, you little-,” He finally caught you and pinned you down on the bed, straddling you and gripping your wrists in his hands as he leaned down to kiss you. “You better make up for almost giving me a stroke, babygirl.” He murmured.

You gasped as he bit down on your neck, kissing and licking along your throat. “And you better make up for being away so much.” You sassed.

He chuckled. “Well then, we both have a lot to make up for it seems.”

Seb placed his mouth on top of yours to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. He groaned as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you out. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely.

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force.

He groaned at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.

He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.”

“Baby…” You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure.

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You missed me, didn’t you, babygirl?”

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you.

“Say it, baby. Tell me how much you missed my cock buried deep inside you…”

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release.

He cooed, “Missed me so much it had you acting up. Scheming for ways to torture me for being away from you for so long…” a dark chuckle followed his words, “For not being here to fuck this greedy little cunt, huh?”

He noticed that you were too much in a haze to respond. So he just slipped his tongue back into your mouth and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me babygirl…,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. “I’ve missed you so much.” You mumbled.

A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him.

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you. So much. Don’t you ever leave me.”

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “Never happening. You’re my one and only.”

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obeiii-mee · 4 years ago

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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

......

Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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