#(( excuse me the wine is out again heheh ))

[starseternelle]

ok but what if i said girl band au where the archeron sisters are a global pop sensation who came from nothing and had a meteoric rise to fame and they deal with all their family dramas hitting the news and such

[nanamissuit]

Hey love, it's me again! *hehehe*

How would TF141 react to finding out that their girlfriend comes from old money and is filthy rich and her parents are hell-bent on getting her married off to some other old money dude whom she does not like.

Money problems - 141

Pariring: 141 x Rich!Fem Reader

Warnings: Violence?,Marriage arrangements,Fluff

John Price:

Well First it was the money…How the HELL did he not know?

He always saw you in designer, you always had your nails done and hair done, people always gave you looks in public and whispered.

And you didn’t really go out to eat unless the place was practically empty.

So when he found out to say he was shocked was an understatement he was astonished. But you then had to introduce him to your hell hole family that you hated.

He dressed his nicest and acted the exact way you told him to but your family seemed so bored and unimpressed.

“Right so…This is only temporary because we know a man who has agreed to marry you-” Your mom spoke up and you rolled your eyes tucking your tongue under your lip and Price knew that look he just sat there and let them have it.  “I’m not getting married to some stuck-up rich boy jesus christ! Every time I visit we have this conversation.” Your mom tried to reason with you, “Well we wouldn’t if you had just found a nice man-” You cut her off and practically screamed at her. “I DID HE’S RIGHT THERE!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NOT SEE? SURE HE MAY NOT HAVE A MILLION DOLLARS LAYING AROUND-” “Listen ma’am I understand you want your daughter to marry someone with your kind of wealth but rest assured I can take perfect care of her-” You glared at John and he closed his mouth and let you talk. “See my point is I’m happy, how old is he?” “56.” “EXCUSE ME??” You spit your wine back into your glass and John held your hand under the table as he stood up with you.

“Odd, because I actually have a huge announcement.” And that's the story of how he proposed. In front of your pissed off parents and they were even more pissed when you said yes. But when your father got too old and had to pass down the family business to him? Man the look on his face was worth mass amounts of money.

What pissed him off the most is the business has never made so much money until John ran it. And you loved every bit of his sour expressions and dirty looks.

John 'Soap' Mactavish:

So it was pretty hard to keep any secret from Johnny, not that he was invasive or over-jealous. No not at all it’s just because he’s so easy to talk to and he’s caring.

So when you told him about your family and money he wasn’t too shocked I mean he noticed the designer stuff and the people whispering, he absolutely adored you though and didn’t wanna make a scene on it.

But when you practically dragged him to a suit store and then made him meet your parents he was shitting his pants.

You all went out to a fancy dinner and he shook your fathers hand and your mother as well but they didn’t seem impressed then you all sat down and looked over the menu.

“So, we found you a man. 56, he’s agreed to marry you.” John looked up from the menu, shocked as he gave you a side-eye of worry. “What? Absolutely not. I took time out of my day to introduce you to my boyfriend who by the way I LOVE. I shouldn’t have even bothered coming, I knew this would happen!” 

John watched you yell at your parents and fight back and forth until he was snapped back into reality. “SO WHAT IF HE’S NOT RICH HE’LL TAKE OVER YOUR FUCKING BUISSNESS ONE DAY!!” And he cleared his throat and grabbed your hand under the table. “Well uhm…Nice meeting everyone here. I think I’ll take my leave with my lovely girlfriend.” And he waved them an awkward goodbye as he took you into the car, opening your car door for you and making sure you were settled as he got into the driver seat and put the car in drive.

“Let me guess..Taco bell and your favorite movie?” “Please. I can’t stand my family.” Tears streamed down your face but he rubbed your thigh and comforted you and made sure you were okay.

And to your word, he did end up running that company about 7 years later.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

Now he knew you were loaded, he just put two and two together and he didn’t care, even if you didn’t have any money he’d still love you the exact same.

So that being said, when you guys had a movie night and your mom called you and you put her on speaker he decided to listen in while he paused the movie.

“Hi mom, what's up?” “Hey sweetie! I have some amazing news!” You rolled your eyes and looked at Kyle but he seemed interested. “What? What is it?” “Well…We found you a husband! He’s 54 and he owns a very nice business-” Kyle’s jaw dropped and you were speechless. “Not that you’re interested in my life unless it benefits you but I have a husband.” “WHAT? And you didn’t tell us?” Kyle choked on air when you said this and you encouraged him to speak up.

“Hello ma’am…I’m Kyle.” He spoke shyly and nervously and it seems like your mother wasn’t impressed. “Well hello Kyle and what do you do for work?” “Oh nothing special..Military.” Your mother gasped and hung up and Kyle just looked at the phone and then you.

“Marry me?” “What?” “I said, marry me. Your mom thinks we're married so let's get married.” You just shook your head yes as he stood up and put his shoes on. “Where are you-” “A ring, What’s your ring size sweetheart?” “Uhm..I’ll just come with you.” You put on some slippers and followed him outside to the car and went to go get a beautiful ring.

You got married officially around a year later and yes he formally met your family and they got accommodated to him and when he took over the business for your dad the family just put up with him for money.

Your sister being the worst constantly asked but Kyle always declined due to the fact you didn’t like her so he listened to you and didn’t ask questions. He didn’t have a death wish. He loves you.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

He knew about the money, matter of fact he knew your family but did he wanna spoil the fun? Course not.  

So when you told him about the money he told you straight up he knew about the money, but since you didn’t mention your family he didn’t either.

But when you mentioned meeting your family he came clean, told you how he was your fathers security before joining the military. You gasped but you didn’t remember him for some odd reason.

But that’s maybe because he lied, he knew your father because he may or may not have been a hitman back in the day..But we’ll get into that later, maybe.

So when you took him to meet your parents he presented himself nice and your father seemed off, but you decided to keep quiet. But then your mother started speaking about marriage

“Ah, Sucks she’s already married to me.” “WHAT? IS THIS TRUE?” You nodded and showed your ring to her and he showed his wedding band like a trophy.

Was it maybe set up because you knew your parents would go nuts? Yeah but did you guys actually get married a year later? Yeah!

You and Ghost did eventually take over the company but you do most of the work due to his deployments but whenever he’s home he does as much as he can and he does whatever you ask of him.

Did it now come to light about him being your fathers hitman? No. He never told you and neither did your father.

Ghost didn’t wanna see his sweet angel worry about old problems that were already taken care of.

He loved how innocent you were, he didn’t wanna ruin it.

I loved this so much, your requests always EATTTTT🙈!!

[hxzbinwrites]

Yayyy! Vox was who I wanted to make a request for so I was thinking what if female reader is an overlord who deals with weapons that can kill sinners and hellborn. Maybe she is also an owner of a nightclub? maybe she died in the 1920s and she knew Alastor as well and maybe she’s had a crush on him but he’s not interested in her so then she goes and she dates Vox but then she catches him positioned with Val and she doesn’t know the extent how Valentino is abusing Vox so then fast forward 7 years later and they meet again because she’s helping Alastor and of course that makes Vox jealous and angry and Vox just wants her back and he’ll do anything to show her that he changed and he just wants her back. And maybe he explains how Val treated him and then a happy ending heheh. 🤭 I love your stories. Also maybe reader is badass and is like doesn’t need a man because she got herself but she also loves when Vox protects her? Kinda like that song on TikTok from Olivia Rodrigo that goes “I’m a feminist obviously but I wouldn’t really mind him saving me”

Vox x Fem! Overlord! Weapons Dealer! Reader | Stayed Gone

(A/n): IM BACCKKKK!!! Sorry this is kind rushed, but it was a really fun write!!! I’m promise I’ll get working on more requests but i’m gonna take it easy to slide back into writing after my little break! Thank you to all of those who supported me through this!! ❤️❤️

Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, Vox is OOC, Cheating, Violence, Short (sorry :( )

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” (Y/n) said, throwing a wine glass across the room, particularly aiming at the TV who was caught in the act with a certain moth.

“(Y/n), babe, ‘ts not what it looks like I swear-“

“Oh really?” She said, a venomous lilt in her voice,”cause right now it looks like you’re getting screwed by your little business partner? Huh? Am I not right on the money sugar? Oh, but where’s that little sarcastic buzzer now?!”

Vox slipped his pants on, zipping up his fly while trying to walk towards (Y/n)

“I swear, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m..this isn’t…we’re not…”

“Save it.” She said,”This, us, is over. Our business deal is over. And if you even try to negotiate or give me some shitty excuse, this little turf you have will belong to my empire and become my next factory.”

Vox was left, standing here, shirt off and wrinkled pants on, watching as the love of his life took the bare necessities and walked out of his life, all while Valentino watched and smirked at the sight.

—————

7 Years Later

“THAT FUCKER IS BACK!!” Vox screamed, his fists slamming down on the table. A month before (Y/n) walked out, the infamous Radio Demon went MIA, and has now returned to the scene, alongside the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar.

“Yeah” Valentino said, in a sultry voice,”I thought he was gone for good too”

“It’s been seven years!” Vox huffed, turning away from the screen, missing a very crucial person who just walked outside to scope the situation of the attack on the hotel.

“You still pissed he almost beat you that time, right before your little angel walked out~?” Valentino teased, rubbing Vox’s digital cheek on his screen, causing a squeegee noise to be emitted

“Uh, fuck you!”

“Just saying!”

“Things have changed a lot since they both left town!”

“That’s for sure”

“I gotta send a message to who’s, really in charge of things now!!”

“Welcome home, I’m gonna make you wish that you’d stayed gone! Say hello, to a new status quo. Everyone knows that there’s a brand new dawn, turn the TV ON!!!”

“Top of the hour, and we’re discussing a certain ‘has-been’ who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence! Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight’s program!”

“So the Radio Demon is back in town! Why’s he hanging around? What does that mean for your family? Well handily I’ve got good news, he’s a loser, a fossil, and I don’t mean to sound hostile, but the demon is a coward!”

“You can take that as gospel! Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I’m visual, he’s barely audible! Stop giving him the time of day, don’t listen to a word he’d say! I hope he had a nice vacay, but he should’ve STAYED AWAY!”

“While he rid in radio, we’ve pivoted to video! Now his medium is getting bloody rare!! Hell’s been better since he split! Where’s he been? Who gives a shit!”

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air~!” A familiar, static filled voice responded.

“Yes I know it’s been a while, since someone with style, treated Hell to a proper broadcast. Sinners rejoice!-“

“What a dated voice!-“

“Instead of a clout-chasing, mediocre video podcast-“

“C’mon!”

“Is Vox insecure? Perusing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?”

“Ignore his chirping!”

“Everyday he’s got a new format!”

“You’re looking at the future, he’s the shit that comes before that!”

“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He’d be powerless without the other Vees!”

“Oh please!”

“And here’s the sugar on the cream, he asked me to join his team! I said no, stole his girl, and now he’s pissy, that’s the tea!”

“WHAT?! YOU OLD-TIMEY P-PRICK, ILL SHOW YOU SUF-UF-FFERING!!!!”

“Uh oh, looks like the TV is buffering” A new voice said, mocking Vox’s breakdown. Except it wasn’t a “new” voice, it was (Y/n). (Y/n), with Alastor, at the Hazbin Hotel.”

“ILL DESTROY-Y YOUUUUUU”

“I’m afraid you’ve lost your signal” Alastor said, taking the mic back before finishing his number.

“Let’s begin~”

“I’m gonna make you wish that I’d stayed gone! Tune on in! When I’m done, your status quo will know it’s race is run! Oh this will be fun!”

Vox could hear Alastor laughing alongside (Y/n) in the background, as his monitors start to flash “no signal”

“FUCK!” He whines

————

The gang was all downstairs, Charlie explaining what tomorrows fun activity would be when a loud banging was heard on the door.

“A NEW GUEST!!” Charlie squealed, stars in her pupils, as she ran to go open the door, only to be met with a very tall TV Overlord.

Alastor’s antlers shot out of his head while (Y/n)‘s weapons were at the ready.

“I come with no harm!” Vox said, raising his hands, before locking eyes with (Y/n). His digital eyes made little heart pupils before blinking them away, embarrassed.

“(Y/n)…” he breathlessly said,”I-I know you hate me…but please, I-“

“Save it Vox.”

“I wish I could explain to you that night, or even today, but I can’t! This….deal has my lips sealed shut my love-I mean (Y/n). I-I just…I cannot explain myself with this contract I have.”

“Wait” Angel Dust said,”You’re Valentino’s little situationship, right?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it….”

“Wait….oh shit” Angel said, walking over to him,”I…I know what it’s like…”

“I know…I see you around his studio…I’m not above owning souls, I have my own, but to work with him…? I’d…..I’d free you all in a heartbeat….”

“Vox?” (Y/n) said,”are you in some sort of deal with Val over your…body.”

Vox could only look at her, not able to give her any conformation.

“Oh Vox…I…I didn’t know…I-“

“I know dear…” Vox said, smiling sadly,”but you have a erm….partner, of sorts, not your finest option but whatever, now and I wouldn’t want to intervene-“

“Oh Alastor? Me and him aren’t in a relationship” (Y/n) replied,”You know him, Mr. Ace in the Hole!”

“A what now?-“

“Ohhhhh, that…that explains so much.” Vox said, looking at the Radio Demon.

“Vox…I-I think we need to go home, talk about this in private….after I squish a bug.”

“Okay…” Vox said, holding (Y/n)‘s hand,”but what about this hotel?”

“I’ll still work here, with everyone, I believe in the cause. I just didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Maybe I can….put some ads on if you’d like-“

“YES YES YES PLEASE THANK YOU MR. VOX SIR ID REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!” Charlie said, shaking Vox’s other hand,”IM CHARLIE!!”

Vox smiled, a genuine smile for the first time in a while,”Yeah, yeah I think I need to hang here a little more often…detox a little…”

“Good, I can’t have you stressed out too much, I just got you back.” (Y/n) said, rubbing his digital cheek affectionately,”my little trophy husband”

[sainzfilm]

toto + oblivious?

like reader doesn't realize at all and doesn't understand him like lightly flirting with them. maybe driver!reader (I'm a sucker for it) a d they also have a crush on him but they don't really blush or outwardly show it when he's around but their teamate catches on! (also can it be Fernando again?)

-🐺 I was the other anon who requested the toto+Blind date with driver readed

pairing: toto wolff x driver!reader

a/n: hello, my love!! hehehe this is a cute prompt but im making the driver be in mercedes with lewis instead :) i hope you still like it though <3

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“She’s finally here!” Lewis hollered, raising his glass of wine in his hand and approached you to give you a quick hug, “What took you so long?”

“Didn’t know I was that important,” You joked, patting his back and smiling, “Had the dilemma of not knowing what to wear.”

Across the room, Toto spotted you and excused himself from the conversation he was having and made his way towards you with a smile on his face, “There’s my girl. Been waiting for you!”

Turning to look at the tall Austrian, you grinned and nudged his shoulder, “You say that to everyone.”

“How could you accuse me of such a thing,” Toto feigned offense, eliciting a laugh from you before placing his hand on your back, “C’mon, the party can’t start without my favorite driver.”

Lewis rolled his eyes playfully and smirked upon seeing you tense up from Toto’s touch, “Go on, you lovebirds.”

Turning back to glare at him, you mouthed ‘I’ll kidnap Roscoe’ that caused the Brit to laugh as he shook his head, immediately catching on to the crush you had harbored on the team principal.

“So, what took you long?” Toto questioned, leading you out to the balcony, “It’s unlike you to be late.”

“Well, for starters, I have this massive headache right now,” You replied, looking up at him, “Plus, I couldn’t find an Uber right away.”

“Are you sick?” He frowned, pressing his palm on your forehead, “You know that I could’ve picked you up, right?”

Shrugging as you grabbed a drink from a server passing by, you leaned against the wall, “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Oh, liebling, please,” Toto scoffed, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his whiskey, “That’s the last thing you’d be to me. I’ll drive you home.” Darling

“You’re not letting down, are you?” You raised an eyebrow and lightly shivered from the night breeze, “I can bring myself home just fine.”

Before Toto responded, he set his glass down and shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders with a smile, “Not when it’s you. And it’s final, I’ll bring you home.”

Smiling softly, you slid your arms inside the jacket and crossed your arms while Toto fixed your hair that was on your face, “Thanks, boss man.”

A few hours had passed, the party still going on at the venue the Mercedes team had rented out for a season ender. You weren’t sure how you ended up leaning against Toto’s shoulder on the couch, but then again, how could you complain?

“You know, this cheesecake is really good,” You chimed, voice muffled from the dessert stuffed inside your mouth, “Do you want some?”

Toto chuckled and shook his head, patting your head from having his arm around your shoulder, “I’m fine, liebling.”

Sitting up, you shook your head and brought up the fork to his mouth with a smile, “C’mon, it’s really good!”

“I know it’s good, I can tell,” Toto snickered, reaching up to wipe the smudge of food on the corner of your lips, “You’re a messy eater, Y/N.”

Visibly swallowing, you smiled sheepishly and set down the plate before standing up, “I’ll just freshen up in the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

As you hurriedly walked to the bathroom, Lewis pulled you aside, which caused you to scream in surprise, “It’s just me, weirdo.”

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” You exclaimed, punching his shoulder, “What do you want?”

“You know you’re a smart girl but,” Lewis chuckled, rubbing his forehead and shook his head, “You sure are obliviously stupid.”

Frowning in response, you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

Lewis rolled his eyes, “Haven’t you seen the way Toto looks at you? Treats you? Like you’re the only girl in his life?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” You mumbled, zoning out in confusion, “How does he look at me?”

“For beginners like you,” Toto trailed off, walking to stand next to your smirking teammate, “Like I’m helplessly falling for you.”

“Oh Jesus,” Your eyes widened as you turned as red as a Ferrari from embarrassment, “Did Lewis put you up to this?”

Lewis threw his hands up while laughing and walking off, “Good luck, lovebirds! It’s about damn time!”

Toto chuckled, reaching over to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, “Rookie of the year yet the most oblivious girl, hm?”

“Shut up,” You mumbled, swatting his hand as a frown formed on your face, “I’m not oblivious! I didn’t want to assume.”

“Assume that I didn’t like you?” Toto raised an eyebrow, “For starters, I don’t call anyone else liebling.”

You shrugged, nodding your head slowly, “Okay, I get your point.”

“And to be fair, people around us have caught on,” He snickered, “Except you. Pretty contradicting to the speed you showcase on the grid.”

“Okay, time for you to drive me home,” You glared and grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the party, “I will un-crush you at this moment.”

“Please, you can’t do that,” Toto smirked and pulled you back, causing you to collide against his chest, “How could I ever give you a kiss then?”

You rolled your eyes and poked your tongue out at him, mumbling, “Okay then, I’ll change my mind.”

bonus scene!

“So, Y/N, how’s it like to have Toto as a boss?” Lissie asked, “We wanna hear it from the rookie of the year.”

“Well, for starters, he’s annoying,” You chuckled, shaking your head, “But then, he’s possibly the best boss I’ve had.”

Lissie raised her eyebrow with a laugh, “Annoying? Do enlighten us from that statement.”

Before you could reply, Toto was fast approaching the two of you and leaned down to kiss your temple and smile at Lissie and the camera, “Don’t believe anything my girlfriend says, I’m not annoying. She says that to rile me up.”

“Oh please, you are annoying, hogging my interview,” You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully, “Move along now.”

“She loves it when I’m annoying,” Toto grinned, turning his attention to a surprised Lissie, “Make sure to take that down and disregard whatever she’s said earlier.”

“Okay, goodbye, Toto!” You poked your tongue out, playfully pushing him away before taking your seat back in front of Lissie, “Sorry about that, where were we?”

“So, Y/N, not only are you rookie of the year,” She grinned, “But also, the girlfriend of everyone’s favorite team principal.”

Laughing as you nodded, “Guess the secret’s out then. Also, he did beg me to be his girlfriend.”

Toto peeked his head out from the corner and pointed at you with a frown, exclaiming, “Do not put that on the record, I did not! She wanted to be my girlfriend!”

[trashmouth-richie]

Hello dearest! Congratulations on 200 followers! I have come up with the perfect two words for you to use.

Eddie + “feral” + “bread”

Hehehe love youuu - @corroded-hellfire

of courrrse you would choose this 😮‍💨😮‍💨 this is pretty angsty which I normally don’t do. Hope you like it bb @corroded-hellfire 💓

EDDIE X FEM! READER

W.C 1.5K

WARNINGS: IMPLIED SMUT, MENTIONS OF SEX ACTS

You were sick of the dreams, sick of waking up feeling like you were some kind of rabid dog. It had been years since that mother fucker left your house for good, slamming the door hard, rattling the hinges. Another fight, another failed relationship added to your belt.

Sure you had moved on, dating that cute baker who would come crawling into your sheets at night wafting notes of fresh bread and sweet icing into your bedroom. He was sweet as sugar but the sex was mediocre at best. So you did what you did best, you left him. Finding another cute guy to fill the void and your heart was aching for distraction. The accountant. Ooh yes he was good with numbers and financially stable. But the pressed suits and slicked back hair every day was making the vanilla love making just that— vanilla. Bland, flavorless, like a water flavored lollipop. The twins? Yesss finally. Something you could divulge in…two men to treat you like a queen. Two men all to yourself, sharing a bed, never fighting over you just worshiping you, and maybe it could have been great, could have been something any girl desired…if they weren’t two inch twins. Can’t exactly get off when you can barely feel anything.

So when you had gotten the invite for Hawkins High’s Class of ‘86, 10 year reunion, you thought what the hell? Last you had known he had left Hawkins that night of your fight never to be heard from again, so the likelihood of him showing up was slim to none. And Steve Harrington who was fresh from a divorce was going to be in attendance. The way his jeans always hugged him so tight in the front he was bound to house some kind of mythical anaconda behind the denim. But the dreams had started that night, and they weren’t of Steve’s hammer cock. Someone who hadn’t crossed your mind in almost 5 years.

Walking into Hawkins High with Robin and Vicky on your side they hadn’t stopped talking about how excited Steve was to see you. And you were excited to finally unleash the beast.

And just as most things went, Lady Luck was playing games. Up on the stage sporting a leather jacket and the same black bandana he had since middle school, was Eddie ‘fuck me lips’ Munson. He looked better than he did in high school if that was even possible. His shoulders were broader, angling perfectly to his slutty little waist. Turns out Corroded Coffin had been asked to play at the reunion tonight. Your panties were dripping at the sight of him. You forgot how sexy his voice was. Forgot how wet his hair got during his shows. Fuck.

“Hey there stranger,” Steve seduces as he comes over with a wine cooler for you, Robin and Vicky. You and Steve had been close, Nancy was practically a sister to you, but everytime he fought with Nancy you were there to comfort him. And when Eddie left, Steve was there for you holding you close and assuring you everything was going to be okay. You threw your arms around Steve’s neck, relishing in the smell of his expensive cologne. He put his hands on the small of your waist as he pulled you close. “You look beautiful tonight” he whispered, dancing his tongue against the shell of your ear. You pulled back blushing slightly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

The two of you catch up. Steve telling you all about his and Nancy’s nasty divorce. You comfort him the same way you always had, fingers ruffling his hair and holding his hands in between yours. You could feel eyes burrowing into the back of your head, but ignored it. Probably just a jealous ex cheerleader wishing they were the apple of Steve’s eye for the night. Steve excuses himself to the bathroom but not before leaning down slightly and placing a wet kiss to your lips. He tasted like the wine cooler he had been drinking, and Carmex. “Be right back.”

Before you can even comprehend what has happened a familiar voice whispers in your ear, “well isn’t that rich sweetheart? King Steve and the Princess.” Your breath hitches in your throat and your stomach feels like it’s going to leap out of your body entirely.

You turn slightly in the folding chair you’re sitting in to see him. He’s holding a bottle of beer and smelling how he always did, Marlboros and musky cologne. His happy trail was slick with sweat begging to be licked. His chest was more defined, and was sporting more tattoos on it than you could count. Piercings in each nipple, which were new but something you had encouraged him to get since you had gotten yours done. His boyish features were more manly now. His neck was thick and had a vein protruding on the side. The only thing that didn’t change on him was the neck tattoo he had gotten. A red imprint of your lips with your first initial next to it.

“Didn’t think you’d be here.” You scoff trying to avoid his gaze.

“And miss this? Seeing all the people who hated me in high school?” Eddie tries to joke. He pulls up Steve’s chair and slides it closer to you. Swinging his leg over the cool metal and sitting on it backwards, “Sweetheart, we know there’s only one reason why I’m here.”

“I’m not doing this shit with you, Munson.”

“Oh we’ll be doing something, but it won’t be shitty.” Eddie winks as he traces circles with his fingers against your knee. “Tell me baby, how wet are those panties?”

Stammering, you quickly reply, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The collection I had of your wet panties in my dresser drawer tells me differently.” Eddie leans in again, “and don’t forget how excited you would get during one of my shows.” Christ this fucker doesn’t forget anything, it was true. After every show you would be dripping with arousal for him, the way his fingers moved, the way his neck looked when he sang, and his voice… fuck.

“You better go, my date will be back soon, you know Steve Harrington, right?.” You say matter of factly. He wasn’t actually but Eddie didn’t know that. Anything to get under his skin was good enough for you, and if there was one thing you knew about Eddie it was his ferocious hatred for Steve Harrington.

“Oh baby, don't think I didn’t notice his hands all over you tonight. Doing it just to fuck with me, I know your mind games. You forget that you were mine for a long time.” Eddie says, pointing to your lips tatted on his neck. “Still are.”

Eddie had gotten that done for your birthday, “the only marks I want on my neck, are your lips.”

“I was. Past tense. Not anymore.” You fidget in your seat as Eddie presses into you. Your panties were wet, and your pussy was throbbing. You forgot how possessive he could be and it was turning you on. “Besides, that was years ago, haven't you moved on or was my pussy that good.”

The mention of your cunt has Eddie adjusting himself in his tight jeans. “Full of jokes tonight I see, don’t forget I’m the only one in this room who can read you like a book, inside and out. The way your toes curl when you’re about to cum, the fact that you like a finger in your tight little asshole while getting it raw in doggy, or, my personal favorite, the way your face looks when my hand is around your neck.”

Your cheeks are flushed red as you suddenly get up. Walking quickly across the gym floor as you head outside to light a cigarette, kicking balloons and streamers out of the way as you stomp across the floor. You were embarrassed. Embarrassed about the literal choke hold Eddie still had on you. You never wanted anyone but him, and seeing that he hasn’t covered up your lip tattoo confirmed that he hasn’t moved on either. Leaning against the cool brick you inhale deeply, exhaling a stream of smoke upwards as your head is leaned back, eyes catching Eddie’s as he comes through the door.

“Fuck, can’t you just leave me alone, I’m not playing your little feral fucking games tonight, or ever again for that matter.” You lie.

Eddie moved in front of you boxing you in. His arms stretching to either side of your head, hands on the wall. “No games sweetheart, just me and you. It’s only ever, been you.” He leans close and ghosts his lips over yours, “I can’t get you out of my head.” Eddie leans forward, pressing his body against yours, “I know you want this,” he murmurs, taking your hand in his and holding it against his erection. “Let me spend the rest of tonight making up for what we lost.”

“Eddie, I-,” his fingers are twirling in the ends of your hair, his lips are teasing you, softly kissing your neck, biting slowly.

“Say it baby,” Eddie whispers into your ear, “say you’re still mine.”

[outsidersandlostboys]

More chaos with the seductive vampire dudes

—

David: Y/N DON’T!

Y/n: what?

David: sorry, force of habit

-

Y/n running: It’s nice to feel wanted

Marko and Paul running with security behind them: NOT BY THE LAW!

-

Y/n: I’d rather drink blood than cough medicine ever again

David: that can be arranged

Y/n: What?

David: What.

-

Paul and Marko: Who says you can’t have curly hair?

Dwayne: No one ever said that

Y/n: I did, I’m gatekeeping it now

Dwayne:…

Dwayne: I wanna gatekeep you three from ever having thoughts again

-

Paul: I was understandably high as fuck

David: Y/n was supposed to be watching you and Marko

Y/n: understandably I too was high as fuck

David: and what’s your excuse? *gestures to Dwayne*

Dwayne: I live here

-

Y/n: *drunk* Ok now listen here Marko…Marko stop laughing, okay? Listen. Dieticians couldn’t be vampires, okay?

Marko: (also drunk) *trying not to laugh*

Y/n: You wanna know why Marko?

Marko: *about to cry from holding in laughter* Why Y/n?

Y/n: because they’d ask how many calories a person’s blood is. No. Marko stop laughing. I’m serious Marko.

Marko: *dying of laughter*

Paul: (high and drunk) *bursts out in laughter*

David: I regret ever allowing Y/n to drink with us

Dwayne: agreed.

-

(Okay idk why but I imagine that sometimes David is like a wine mom. So this is based off that thought.)

Dwayne: David that’s your fourth glass of wine

David: it’s okay wine’s cheaper than therapy

Dwayne: David…no…

**Later**

Y/n: David I-

David: Hang on Y/n *chugs a bottle of wine*

Y/n:…

David: Okay, you were saying?

Y/n: Never mind…

-

Marko: Y/n are you polyamorous?

Y/n: no I’m polynomial

Paul: I thought you were polyester?

Y/n: nah, my mother is though

Dwayne: WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU THREE TALKING ABOUT?!

Marko: Whether Y/n’s polyamorous or Polynomial, c’mon Dwayne keep up

Paul: Yeah keep up dude

Dwayne: *muffled screaming*

-

Y/n: I ended a relationship today

David: I’m sorry to hear that

Y/n: It’s okay, it wasn’t mine

-

Dwayne: Y/n get down.

Y/n: No.

Dwayne: Y/n.

Y/n: You’re not my dad! You can’t tell me what to do!

Dwayne: I’ll call David!

Y/n: wait no.

Dwayne: I’m doing it! *picks up phone*

Y/n: Dwayne don’t.

Dwayne: hi David, just wanted to let you know that Y/n is-

Y/n: OK I’M GETTING DOWN JUST DON’T TELL HIM

Dwayne: works every time.

-

Y/n: Don’t make me count to 3 Paul

Paul: pfft, as if you’re gonna actually do it

Y/n: 1..

Paul: wait…

Y/n: 2…

Paul: Y/n stop.

Y/n: 2 and 1/2…

Paul: STAHP!

-

Dwayne: have you eaten today?

Y/n: yeah

Dwayne: what did you eat?

Y/n: air

Dwayne: Y/n….

Y/n: hehehe the world is twirly

Dwayne: Y/N NO!

-

Surfer bro: Nice ass!

Marko: *walking with Y/n* Thanks bro!

Surfer bro: wait…I..uh..

Y/n: how come my ass doesn’t get any compliments?

Marko: Because you don’t do those squatting workouts with me

Y/n: I MISSED ONE WORKOUT BRO!

Marko: exactly.

-

Y/n: for fucks sake..

David: hey, we don’t use that fucking language around here

Marko: wait what?

-

Dwayne: I can’t find Y/n

David: Don’t worry, I know how to

David: MARKO’S HAIR SUCKS!

Y/n: NOW LISTEN HERE FUCKER!

David: found them

[somnambulants]

omg i think it’s considered a little bit of a pride mont hate crime that you don’t have MORE nat fics 🥺 so hehehe how about i request some pouty jealous!nat?

Notes: omg thank u! happy pride 💛 this went super off topic BUT i hope you still like it! jealous!nat is my new favorite thing. 

Summary: Natasha may have a little bit of jealous streak. You discover you don’t mind. Word count: 3.8K

You are not a jealous person.

That’s not to say that you aren’t prone to bouts of insecurity, you definitely are, and especially at the beginning of your relationship with Natasha. For the first few months after you’d begun dating, you’d been on edge the entire time; in a constant state of wondering, agonising, for the day she’d finally realise you weren’t good enough for her and up and leave.

Through all of that, you’d never given a lot of thought to whether your girlfriend is the jealous type. Mostly because Natasha is the most beautiful person you’d ever seen but also because it’s not like she would ever have a reason to be jealous; the minute you’d met, you had never so much as wanted to look at another person.

The thought never crossed your mind. It was laughable to you.

As unbelievable of an idea as it is, you’ve been together for just a few months when it slowly begins to dawn on you that you may not be the jealous type, but Natasha most definitely is.

--

In all – although admittedly, there weren’t a lot – of her relationships, Natasha has never cared enough to worry about being jealous over a significant other. 

This is why the visceral reaction she has to watching people flirt with you comes as such a surprise to her.

The first time it happens, you’d only just begun dating and were at one of the many events the avengers were required to attend. Still wanting to stay as low-key as possible, you’d both privately agreed to not spend the night attached to one another. 

Something Natasha is now beginning to regret. Immensely.

Currently, you’re across the room, talking to a woman Natasha vaguely recognises as a reporter and all she can focus on is the way the woman is looking at you. 

It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up because Natasha knows that look; has given you that look many times over the course of your relationship – a hungry, I want you right now, kind of look.

“Nat!”

Steve suddenly materialises beside her and the fact that she didn’t see him coming is evidence of how distracted she is. It makes her scowl even harder. Taking in her expression, he all of a sudden looks like he’s trying not to laugh as he follows her gaze to where you were standing. “You feeling okay? You’re looking a little…green.”

She resists the urge to kick him in the stomach. “Bite me, Rogers.”

He snickers and starts to say something else, but whatever it is, it’s lost on her as the sound of your voice across the room acts as a honing beacon and regains her attention immediately.

She watches, grip tightening around her drink, as you throw your head back, laughing at some joke the woman must’ve made. Seeing this as a green light, the woman leans in, brushing a lone piece of hair over your shoulder. 

It doesn’t matter that Natasha can see how your spine immediately straightens up, or how you step back to widen the gap between you and your admirer.It doesn’t matter that you very clearly don’t return the attention being given to you. 

It doesn’t matter. None of it matters because all Natasha can see and feel is red. If she had the ability to burn people with her eyes, that woman would have been incinerated on the spot. There wouldn’t even be tiny little dust particles left behind.

In the midst of her rage, she doesn’t even register the glass in her hand shattering until she’s covered in glass and red wine and there’s blood running down her wrist.

The sound of the glass breaking makes a good portion of the room’s occupants turn around to stare, you included. Instantly, you’re at her side, cradling her hand between your own.

“What happened?”

In its current state, Natasha’s brain seems to be lacking its usual quick thinking, and she just stares at you dumbly for a second until she spots the reporter you’d been talking to skulking in the background, watching with a petulant look on her face, evidently irritated by the interruption and the white-hot rage comes flooding back even more ferocious than before.

God, that insipid woman is lucky this event was specified no weapons allowed because if Natasha had a gun right now, she --

“--Natasha?”

You’re looking at her with worry in your eyes and as much as she’d love to go ‘accidentally’ push that woman off the edge of this very tall building’s balcony to a very certain death, she feels her insides soften into mush as they often do when you’re around.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Accident.”

It’s a flimsy excuse and one that wouldn’t fly on a normal day, especially not with you. She watches you purse your lips, giving her a doubtful look but you seem to make the decision to let it go as you lead her out of the room with the intent to find something to clean her up with.

--

You may not be a trained spy or even the most perceptive person on your best day, but you can still sense it when something is up – especially with Natasha. After the party, you’d had an inkling that maybe your girlfriend wasn’t telling you the whole truth and that something else was actually going on but after seeing the look in her eye, you hadn’t pushed her.

In spite of her unwillingness to share, a few weeks later your inkling is confirmed.

“I’ll order this time,” you yell over the loud music at the bar you were currently at. It was not your scene at all – or Natasha’s but Carol had recommended it on her last trip back to this earth and after a long, long week, you’d both agreed you deserved a night out, away from avengers’ duties and this is where you’d ended up.

Natasha gives you a nod and you stand, only having to wait at the bar for a few seconds before the bartender makes a b-line for you, ignoring the grumbles from the patrons that had been clearly waiting a lot longer than you.

“What can I get you?”

You recite Natasha’s drink, then your own and the bartender makes them with record speed. When you try to hand her the bill to pay, she waves her hand dismissively and gives you a grin. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t –“

The bartender, who you now realise is quite pretty, runs a finger along the back of your hand and gives you a wink that is definitely more flirty than friendly. “Believe me, it’s my pleasure.”

You sigh in defeat, giving her a smile in thanks and turn back around, making your way back to your table in the corner of the room where your girlfriend is still sitting but now with a face like thunder. 

To anyone else, Natasha would probably look neutral but to you – well, you can see the irritated look in her eye and the slight crease between her brows and you know she’s pissed.

In the future, you’d look back and want to slap yourself for not seeing it straight away but in the present it just makes you a little worried.

“Everything okay?” you ask, setting the drinks down on the table. You think about all the possibilities of what could’ve happened in the short time you’d been gone and try not to panic. “Did something –"

“No,” Natasha says and then seems to realise the sharpness in her voice because her face softens in apology. She leans over to give you a quick kiss and it makes you relax slightly. “Everything’s fine.”

Comprehension starts to trickle in when she scoots over so she can wrap an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, and when you follow her line of sight, you realise she’s glaring over your head at the bartender, who pales immediately and doesn’t so much as look in your direction again.

Oh, you feel your eyes widen as it finally hits you: oH.

You look down into your drink and try to hide your disbelieving smile as you finally understand: she’s jealous. 

If it were anyone else, you think you probably wouldn’t feel like this – would likely be outright irritated and a little offended at the behaviour -- but with Natasha you can’t help but find it kind of … cute.

A little giddily, you lean over to press a kiss to her jaw and feel her relax a little against you. “Wanna go after this one?”

Natasha’s face doesn’t change but you see a little shift in her eyes as she nods and pulls you in for another kiss, this one a little more heated – for your benefit or the bartenders, you don’t know, and don’t particularly mind either way as you let yourself get lost in it.

--

After that night, it becomes so apparent to you and you don’t know how you’d missed it all this time. It happens all the time. All. The. Time.

On the street, if someone so much as glances your way, she’s already staring back at them with an expression that would be terrifying even to you if she directed it your way.

At work one day one of the new recruits, a kid, really, comes up to you and asks you, voice trembling if you’d let him take you out someday and the next day Natasha knocks him on his ass so hard and so many times that you’re kind of surprised – and a little impressed—that the poor kid doesn’t quit right on the spot.

Even in your apartment building, one of your maybe-slightly too friendly neighbours gets similar treatment in the elevator one night when you and Natasha are returning to the building at the same time as her. 

Just as you enter the elevator, you hear the voice of your neighbour calling out.

“Hold the door!”

Panting, your neighbour enters the small space. “Thank you so much, I have had the worst, oh –” her eyes land on Natasha beside you and she looks at her with something you can’t quite place in her eyes. “Who’s your …friend?”

“Oh!” you exclaim and you know you must sound surprised. Was it not obvious from how Natasha was always here that you were dating? “This is Natasha. My girlfriend. Nat, this is Charlotte, my neighbour.”

You can see Natasha in the reflection of the elevator walls, so you see the smug self-satisfied look she gives your neighbour as she wraps an arm around you possessively.

So, yes while you notice it all now, you still don’t say anything because a small – and by small, you mean large, massive actually – part of you kind of likes it; likes the fact that the Natasha Romanoff, the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life is somehow yours and even more unbelievably, somehow she thinks you’re worth getting worked up like that over.

--

At this point, you’ve been dating for over a year and somehow it must’ve slipped the memo to let all of the avengers know because somehow every time you’re at the office, it seems like a new person is finding out about your relationship. 

It’s really hard to keep up with everyone and their individual missions, which is how you find yourself in your current predicament.

“--ah, well-well,” a familiar voice calls out and you look up from the report you’d been studying. “If it isn’t the most attractive and coincidentally my favourite honorary avenger.”

In the doorway of your office, Sam is grinning at you in that playful, flirty but also joking kind of way that’s distinctly Sam Wilson. You grin back and stand to let him pull you into a hug.

“Did you just get back?” you ask, vaguely remembering him telling you he was going on a mission at least six months ago. You think it was in Istanbul, but you can’t quite remember the specifics. 

Sam pulls back and goes to open his mouth but doesn’t get the chance to speak as Natasha appears in the doorway.

“Samuel,” she drawls his name, eyeing his arm around you. She visibly brightens up when she looks at you, though. “Y/N”

You can’t see yourself, but you know your face must light up as your eyes land on her by the sudden realisation that crosses Sam’s face. The casual kiss she drops on your cheek comes as confirmation.

His mouth drops open as he looks between you both. “Oh damn, you two?” he asks, smiling genuinely. “Damn!”

To the naked eye, Natasha doesn’t seem amused by his revelation, but you know her well enough by now to be able to spot the glimmer of humour in her eyes. 

Sam, however, doesn’t seem to be adept at reading her as you are and so when she advances a little closer, his eyes widen and he immediately backs away.

“I didn’t know! I didn’t know!” he exclaims, hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry!”

The expression on Natasha’s face turns sinister in nature. You watch and try not to laugh at her theatrics, attempting to adopt a sympathetic expression when he desperately looks to you for help.

“Well,” Natasha says, faux-friendly. As she passes by him, she gives him what looks like a bone-shatteringly hard arm squeeze – if the pained expression on Sam’s face is any indication -- and comes to stand beside your desk. “Now you know, buddy.”

“That I do,” he says, backing up until he reaches the door. “Anyways, I gotta, uh –"

Not even finishing his sentence, he high-tails it out of the room so fast you barely see him leave. You turn to Natasha with a frown. She looks back at you innocently, but you catch the way her lip twitches a little bit before she breaks into a full blown smirk.

“You’re going to give someone have a heart attack one day, you know,” you say, half-serious. “I’m kind of surprised you haven’t already.”

Unbothered, Natasha shrugs and reaches out to tug you closer to her in order to kiss you, a little more intensely than you would normally allow at work. You melt into it with a sigh, smiling a little. 

Eventually, you have to pull away when you start to struggle to breathe and your head starts spinning. Natasha makes an unhappy sound, trying to follow, but you stand firm.

“Nope, you’ve got to go before I’m the one that has the heart attack.”

With a pout, she gives you one more kiss before she gives into your request.

--

You’ve never seen Natasha drunk before – hadn’t even thought she could get drunk but tonight she’s definitely wasted -- all thanks to Thor and whatever is in the mead he’d bought with him.

One thing you quickly realise about drunk Natasha is drunk Natasha also means confrontational Natasha.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about –”

Her and Tony are almost nose to nose at this point, about ten minutes into what was now a heated conversation, and you’re kind of wondering if either of them even knows what they’re arguing about. You don’t think so and by the looks on the other avengers faces, they seem to have as much of an idea as you do.

As Natasha and Tony continue to argue, you look to your left and the young waiter who’d been hovering by your table a little too attentively all night is immediately by your side. 

So Natasha can’t see you, you quickly mouth the word water to him and thankfully he seems to understand because he gives you a quick nod and then disappears, reappearing just as swiftly with a glass in his hand.

“Here, Miss –"

“No!” Ending her argument with Tony as abruptly as it began, Natasha jabs a finger at the waiter, who looks to you for help while she glares up at him balefully. 

The poor guy looks terrified, so you quickly intervene, touching Natasha’s knee to bring her attention back to you. It does the trick, but she seems to underestimate how close in proximity you already are and she ends up half in your lap to the delight of the other avengers in attendance, who all let out various different whistles.

“Mine,” she says childishly into the crook of your arm. You only just manage to pick it up so you know you must be the only person who heard her. With your help, she sits up a little and makes eye contact with you as she repeats herself, more seriously, as if you hadn’t understood the first time: “mine.”

“I – oh --okay,” you say, grabbing her hand as it starts to creep a little too low to be polite in your current company. “How about we get you home?”

After hurriedly saying your goodbyes, twenty minutes later you park in your driveway and begin the not-so-small feat of getting her inside.

“Damn,” you grunt a little under her weight as you help her up the stairs to your apartment. “What do they put into that Asgardian mead?”

You make a mental note to ask Thor about it and then promptly forget as you reach your front door and fumble around, looking for your keys. 

Even in her inebriated state, Natasha somehow pulls herself together enough to reach into your bag and pull them put for you so you can unlock the door.

Which she promptly falls through. You just manage to catch her before she hits the floor, and she leans against you, burying her face into your neck.

“Come on,” you order gently, softening as she groans into your skin. “Bed.”

“No.”

As if to emphasise the word, Natasha shakes her head, but to your surprise, she starts to make her way to your bedroom anyway. She’s still a little unsteady on her feet but nothing like you’d be if you’d drank as much as she had. If it were you, you would definitely have been comatose about seven shots and multiple hours ago.

“Alright, you get into bed,” you say. “And I’ll get you some water, okay?”

Natasha scowls. “No,” she says. You bite your lip to hold in your laugh at the petulance you hear in her voice, shadowing her to the bed, where she immediately sits down and attempts multiple times to take off her heels with little success.

“No?”

Finally having enough of watching her struggle, you lean down and undo the straps of her heels, gently pulling them off her feet. You watch as she flops back on the bed and then covers her face dramatically with a groan. “You don’t get it,” she says unsteadily.

“I don’t get what?”

“You’re mine,” she repeats her earlier words, uncovering her eyes to look at you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Am I now?”

You thought you’d managed to cover your amusement pretty well until you see the glare she shoots you that says she can see it loud and clear. After a beat of silence it becomes clear she’s not going to say anything else.

With difficulty, you slowly manage to get her into a sitting position and help her out of her dress, pulling the covers up around her and retrieving a glass of water that you place on her nightstand so she can drink it in the morning.

You then change yourself and go the bathroom to remove what makeup you’d had on. To your surprise, she’s still awake when you emerge, half-propped up against the headboard and looking at you with bleary, unfocused eyes. It makes your heart turn to mush immediately and you get into bed beside her as quickly as your feet allow.

She immediately curls up into you and you wrap an arm around her, pulling her as close to you as humanly possible. 

“I am yours, just so you know.”

There’s a second of silence where you start to think that maybe she’s fallen asleep, until she shifts against you to meet your gaze, looking a little more alert and coherent but still out of it.

“Good,” she says softly.

The next morning, you wake before Natasha and slip out of bed to make her coffee and to find some pain killers, having a gut feeling she’ll probably need them. Your feeling turns out to be right. When you re-enter the bedroom, she’s laying face-down but clearly awake by the muffled groaning you can hear coming from her.

“Whys’it so bright,” she mumbles into the mattress as you approach the bed, turning her head ever so slightly so she can meet your eyes. You grin down at her.

“Ah, it awakens.”

She scowls up at you and you laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek as you slide back into bed, careful not to jostle her too much. She leans her head against your leg, slowly sipping the glass of water you’d left for her last night before reaching for the coffee on the nightstand.

You fall into a comfortable silence; you running your hand through her hair as she drinks her coffee, humming contentedly.

“How are you feeling –"

“I don’t like it when people look at you,” she interrupts suddenly, staring down into her coffee mug and sounding uncharacteristically nervous. You freeze but since she’s not looking at you, she doesn’t seem to notice. “But it’s not because of anything you do. I just don’t … like it.”

“Okay?” you hedge cautiously, not really understanding.

“I’m sorry if it bothers you,” she says. “Me. Being like that. I didn’t know I was even the type to –"

“It doesn’t bother me.”

At your quick interjection, she looks at you for the first time and whatever she sees on your face makes her smile faintly. “It doesn’t?”

You bite your lip. “Not at all.”

She mirrors you, now smirking. “Oh.”

After this, it starts to become a game: one you feel like you win every time.

[nothinghcppens]

small talk- pietro maximoff

part 2

part 1 here

masterlist

pair: pietro maximoff x female!reader

summary: after being apart of the team of super soldiers that hydra experimented on, y/n was one of the successful experiments and had been released to the world. the winter soldier and the siren had become the most prolific assassin duo in the world. but what happens when they get taken in by the avengers? what happens when she meets a particularly fast superhero with an attitude?

warnings: swearing, mentions of trauma, alcohol, kissing but like only that, minor sexual jokes

a/n: hi !! i just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love and support of part 1 of small talk and bad liar omg <3 i also wanted to add a taglist to future fics so let me know if you want added it! make sure to specify if you want to be added to the marvel or the harry potter one bc i have a harry potter fic in the works rn! also i’m gonna write a part three that’s just cute bc i want to keep writing this character heheh

“wake up!” splash.

the feeling of cold water hitting your face shocked you awake and you sat up with a gasp. trails of blue flashed from beside your bed and out the door, the clang of a bucket hitting the floor. “pietro maximoff. i am going to kill your speedy ass!” you shouted, jumping out of bed. not even caring that you were only in a t-shirt and shorts, you chased after him, following the blue light.

the trails stopped eventually, and so did you. you glanced around, listening for any sign of him. you crept over to one of the couches and grabbed a pillow as a weapon. “where are you?” you called, i’m a sing-song voice.

you walked around the room, “come on, don’t hide from me now.” the faint sound of his breathing was heard along with the dripping water from your hair and t-shirt. you followed the sound of his shallow breaths to the island in the kitchen. you dropped the pillow, climbed up on the island and crawled across it before swung your head over the edge, in front of his. “hey there.

he gasped, “shit.” you flipped your hair back up and sat back on your knees. pietro stood up and turned to face you before bursting into fits of laughter.

“i don’t know what’s funny.” you mumbled, glaring up at him.

“yes you do, you look ridiculous.” he huffed between laughs.

“i won’t look ridiculous when i’m putting a bullet through your head.” you spat.

“calm down, love. it’s only a bit of fun.” he said.

“i was sleeping piet!” you protested. you moved your legs so that they were dangling off the edge.

“okay, i’m sorry. i’m sorry!”

“you better be. i’ll get you back though.”

he stepped forward and leaned his hands on the island, on either side of you. “will you, yeah?”

his head was an inch away from yours, you could feel his breath against your face. you saw his eyes drift from your eyes to your lips and back up again. he leaned in slightly and your breathing quickened. “what’re you doing?” you whispered.

“what do you think i’m doing?” he replied in the same hushed tone.

“something you should’ve done a long time ago.” you leaned in towards him, lips almost touching.

“good morning!” cap announced, walking into the kitchen, looking at his phone. you two broke apart quickly, pietro speeding and grabbing you a glass of orange juice and ten occupying himself by looking at something in the cupboard.

“hey cap.” you croaked, voice uneasy from the nerves coursing through your body. “morning steve.” pietro greeted, closing the cupboard and standing next to you on the counter. steve didn’t look up from his phone and didn’t notice your wet hair and clothes

“how’s our newest recruit?” he asked as he grabbed a mug from one of the shelves.

“steve, i’ve been here for like 6 months!” you complained.

he put the mug in the coffee machine and pressed a few buttons, “and? you’re still the newest.”

“might be the newest but i could still take you down old man.”

“don’t get too cocky kid, i think pietro’s rubbing off on you.”

“ew i’d rather go back to being tortured than be like him.” you joked.

“how dare you! you know you love being around me.”

you made fake gagging noise and steve let out a laugh. he finally turned around and looked at you two for the first time this morning.

“oh- uh y/n? what happened, why are you soaked?” he asked, averting his eyes from you. your eyes widened in realisation that you were wearing little-to-nothing in front of your captain and your t-shirt was clinging to your body.

“pietro is a dick is what happened.” you said, pushing yourself off the table. “if you’ll excuse me, i’ll go make myself decent.”

“you look decent all the time, love!” pietro called after you as you began to leave the kitchen. you swivelled round and flipped him off with both hands before leaving the room.

———

“do you remember when-“ you let out a giggle and pointed at bucky, “when we had to kill those french agents and you-“ another laugh, “you fell over a wall! god i mean because my brain was mush i couldn’t laugh but looking back on it that shit was hilarious!”

you and the team were recalling old missions gone wrong, with the assistance of alcohol obviously, and you were telling a story about you and bucky- much to his dismay.

“i didn’t fall.” he protested, taking a swig from the bottom of beer in his hand.

“so what happened then? did the sidewalk just crumble?” you questioned, laughing loudly. the rest of the team sat observing the interaction, large smiles across all their face. pietro sat to your left with his arm around your shoulder, a drink in his other hand.

“okay. maybe i did fall.” bucky mumbled causing a roar of laughter from everyone. “but, remember how we were running through a forest in, where was it again?-“

“bulgaria.” you said, already knowing where this was going.

“bulgaria! yes. and it was raining so it was super muddy and you got suck in the mud!” he laughed.

“you left me there! i had to drag myself out.” you complained.

“well we had a mission to complete! you would’ve done the same.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re right. i would have.” you felt pietro laugh from beside you and you smiled at him. “time for a refill.” you announced, pushing yourself up off the sofa. you wandered to the kitchen and took the bottle of wine on the table and poured some into your glass. due to the alcohol already in your system you spilled a little on the counter, “shit.” you muttered.

“need some help there?” pietro asked.

“i can pour wine myself thank you very much.” you retorted.

“i think the table disagrees.” he chuckled.

“shut up.” you groaned. pietro sped from the door to grab a towel and stopped behind you. he reached over your shoulder and wiped the spilled wine up. his breath was hot against your neck. you turned around, wine glass in hand, and looked up into his eyes. his hands remained on either side of you.

“this is the second time we’ve ended up here.” he mumbled.

“good observation, captain obvious.” you teased. pietro rolled his eyes and huffed out a laugh.

pietro took his right hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes. he kept his hand on the side of your head and leant in slightly for the second time in the past week. your breathing deepened and your heart was thumping against your chest. you tilted your head up towards his head and your lips were almost touching, just as they were a few days ago

“y/n! can you get me a whiskey before you come back?!” tony called from the other room.

pietro groaned in frustration and pulled away from you, tilting his head up. “i’m going to kill those avengers.”

“good luck with that speedy.” you said, tapping his chest lightly.

he stepped away from you, letting you leave his embrace to get tony a drink. after pouring him a glass of whiskey and grabbing your glass of wine, you and pietro entered the room filled with your team. his hand was placed in the small of your back, guiding you back to the sofa.

you handed tony his drink and he smiled at you, “thanks kid.”

pietro sat on the couch and you flopped down beside him, his arm resuming its place of around your shoulder. you swung your legs up and across pietro’s legs, earning a few looks from nat and clint. they looked at each other and raised their eyebrows with a smirk.

steve and bucky were telling a story of a party they went to in the 40s and how bucky had to drag him to dance with these girls they met. you took a sip of your drink and noticed pietro’s eyes glancing at your lips, “want a sip?” you asked, smirking because you knew that’s not what he was looking at.

he pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and sighed, “watch it, y/l/n.”

“oooooooh we’re on last name terms now?” you teased, smiling.

“yeah if you keep pissing me off we will be.”

“don’t be so easy to piss off.” you replied.

he leaned over and whispered in your ear, “cant help it. i’m frustrated.”

you pushed out your bottom lip in an overdramatic pout, “boohoo.”

tony then shot forward in his seat and clapped his hands together, “tomorrow you two,” he said, pointing at you and bucky, “are gonna have a little fashion show, i’ve been working on some suits for you guys and i need your input.”

“wait really?” you asked.

“yup. i’m not having you two going on missions in your hydra gear.” he explained.

“shit, thanks tony.” bucky replied.

“where’s my suit?” pietro questioned.

“you’ll get on eventually. your girlfriend is just a little more improtant.”

“i was here first.” he protested.

“girlfriend?” you asked at the same time.

“wait your turn, turbo.” tony said.

pietro scoffed and everyone laughed at the interaction.

nat stretched her arms behind her head and yawned, “alright losers, i’m going to bed.”

“yeah, me too.” clint added.

eventually everyone had made their way upstairs and all that was left was you, tony and pietro.

“okay. what’s going on here?” tony asked, wagging his finger between you guys. pietro’s hand was now resting on your leg which was still across his.

“nothing.” you said.

“uh huh? yeah that bullshit doesn’t work on me kiddo.”

“piet, sure nothing has happened.” you glanced at him and a look of annoyance crossed his face.

“yeah stark. nothings happened.” he replied through gritted teeth.

“well if anything does happen, stay safe.” he winked at you two, “and if you hurt her, speedy, she’ll probably hurt you back worse.”

you laughed, “hell yeah i will.”

“oh i know you will.”

“goodnight .” tony said as he stood up from his chair and left the room.

you swung your legs off pietro and stood up, “well goodnight piet.” a smirk grew across your face as you began to walk away.

“nope.” he stated, grabbing your wrist and turning you back around. he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, legs on either side of him. he placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled your head towards his before crashing your lips onto his.

the kiss was heated, after being denied it twice before. your hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck and his moved to your waist. his fingers dug into your hips causing you to moan slightly, he took this opportunity to intertwine his tongue with yours.

eventually you broke apart, both gasping for air. you placed your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to do that.” he muttered.

“worth it?” you asked, teasing him.

“nope.” he joked.

you leaned back and glared at him, “you bitch.” you leaned in and kissed him again, running your fingers through his hair and pulling it slightly. he groaned against your lips and you smiled through the kiss, enjoying the effect you had on him.

pulling away for the second time, you both had content smiles on your faces. you leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, “you’re comfortable.”

he let out a hearty laugh, “thank you?”

“it’s a compliment, i could sit here forever.”

suddenly you were no long sitting on top of him, you were being picked up and whisked through the building. your hair blew around until you stopped and were in your room. “what just happened?”

“i’m tired and the couch didn’t seem good to sleep on.” he explained.

“woah, woah, woah. who said you’re sleeping in my room?”

“i did.” he stated. using his powers he stripped himself down to his underwear and jumped on your bed, under the covers.

“i regret kissing you. you’re a pain in the ass.” you complained.

“and you called me a bitch?!” he exclaimed.

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your pyjamas that were at the foot of your bed and walked to your bathroom.

“where are you going?” he asked.

“getting changed, i don’t want you watching.”

you closed the door to block out his protests and quickly got ready for bed.

“hurry up.” pietro called.

“stop complaining or i’m going to sleep on the couch.” you replied, opening the door and leaning against the doorframe. pietro was sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes raked over your body and a small smirk grew on his face. “eyes up here pretty boy.”

he laughed and pulled back the cover before patting the spot next to him, signalling for you to join him. you shuffled over and slid into the bed. pietro wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“so much for the whole tough super soldier act, you’re a softie at heart, aren’t you love?” he muttered in your ear.

“anymore of that and i’ll suffocate you in your sleep with this pillow.” you replied, closing your eyes and relaxed into his embrace.

“no you won’t. you’re too soft.” he teased.

“pietro. i’m warning you.” you yawned, “i don’t care how good looking you are i will kill you.”

“good looking huh?”

“fuck off and go to sleep.” you spat.

“sweet dreams, y/n.” he said with a small laugh.

“yep they won’t be about you.” you murmured, before dozing off to sleep.

———

“i knew it!” nat squealed. you squeezed your eyes close and then opened them, blinking rapidly. pietro lay behind you with his arm draped over your waist. he groaned against your neck and looked over his shoulder at the team standing at the door.

“piet what’s going on?” you grumbled, too tired to sit up and look for yourself.

“so when did this happen?” cap asked.

you finally turned over and sat up, seeing everyone stood in your room. “what the fuck? get out my room you creeps!” you shouted, grabbing the pillow behind your head and throwing it towards them.

“oh come on kid, when did it happen?” he repeated.

“none of your business steve.”

“we’re not leaving until we find out.” clint added.

“you’re awfully quiet little brother, nothing to add?” wanda said.

“i cant believe this.” you muttered, lying back down.

“last night, happy? but all we did was kiss okay, nothing else.” you explained.

“yet.” pietro stated. you elbowed him in the stomach and he winced at the impact.

“so are you two together now?” nat asked.

“well we haven’t had the chance to speak about it because you guys ruined our morning!” you exclaimed.

“what’s going on?” bucky asked, rubbing his eyes. he peered in over everyone and laughed, “nevermind.”

it seemed that pietro had had enough too so he sped out of bed and pushed everyone outside the room, closed the door and locked it. “much better.” he said.

you heard the murmurs of everyone outside, “use a condom!” clint shouted. footsteps retreated from your door as everyone left to go about their day.

“i’m moving out i can’t live here anymore.” you groaned.

“it’s not that bad, you’ve got me.” he said, crawling back onto the bed and lying on top of you. you wrapped your arms around his head and played with his hair.

“so are we like together now?” you asked, mocking natasha’s previously asked question.

“would you like that?” he asked.

“god no.” you joked, “obviously dumbass.”

he lifted his head up and leaned in to kiss you.

“nope. you’ve not brushed your teeth.”

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

hi i just found your blog today and i really liked reading the posts in your masterlist! if requests are open and it's not too much trouble could we get jumin, zen, and jaehee with a MC who's a few years younger than them/college age? thank you so much!

Hi anon! Wow, thank you so much for reading my stuff and for saying that, I really appreciate it and I’m so glad you enjoyed them😊 Here ya go!

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Jumin, Zen and Jaehee with an MC who’s college age

Jumin:

♚ honestly he’s a little cautious at first

♚ “Does this make me a...cradle robber?” “Oh God Mr Han has been on urban dictionary again”

♚ there is a bit of an age gap between you so he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable

♚ but when you actually met it was fine!!! you both got on amazingly and completely forgot about the age difference

♚ and you’re both adults so as long as you’re both okay with it then there’s no prob

♚ if you’re at college, he lets you use his office to study if the libraries are super busy, especially around exam season

♚ he says it’s because it’s quieter and you’ll be able to focus more easily but really he just wants to sit with you while he works lol

♚ you ain’t complaining though hehehe

♚ you get super embarrassed when he decides to pick you up from places when you’re with your friends

♚ they didn’t know about your relationship at first and were like okay why is there a swanky car pulling up with the literal director of C&R wAIT MC WHAT THE HELL WHERE ARE YOU GOING ARE YOU AN INTERN OR SOMETHING

♚ you’re lowkey thrilled by it though like actually this is my super hot and super caring boyfriend yes he has a driver and yes he happens to be very rich and successful WHAT ABOUT IT

♚ the age gap does become very obvious though when you make a reference and he just doesn’t understand what you’re saying

♚ *stubs toe* “mother TRUCKER that hurt like a butt CHEEK on a STICK” “I’m sorry MC but what was that” “a vine” “grape vine? is it a wine joke? i know loads of them...”

♚ ok boomer

Zen:

❤︎ “EVERYONE BACK OFF WE HAVE A BABY IN THE CHAT”

❤︎ “Zen I’m only a few years younger than you and Yoosung is literally the same age” “okay we have two babies in the chat” “HEY”

❤︎ but quickly comes to realise that you are in fact not a child and then you start to really hit it off

❤︎ if you’re at college then he really respects your work ethic and dedication, he never went to college but seeing the amount of work you get left him speechless

❤︎ “you have ANOTHER essay??” “Zen that’s kinda the point”

❤︎  even though he doesn’t treat you like a baby anymore (mostly) he’s still a little more protective than he would have been had you been older

❤︎ it’s honestly just instinct like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing half the time

❤︎ he’s all for you going out and having fun with your friends but he INSISTS that you call him once your done so he can pick you up

❤︎ he trusts you, he just wants to see with his own eyes that your safe and bring you home himself

❤︎ will not, and i mean will not stop making fun of the fact that you’re younger

❤︎ “oh sorry MC are you allowed to do that aT yOuR aGe???”

❤︎ yes Zen i can buy alcohol yes Zen i have a driver’s license yes Zen i can DO ALL THE THINGS YOU CAN DO OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE

❤︎ you called him old once and he cried

❤︎ who’s the baby now huh

Jaehee:

☞ when she found out your age she chilled out on the whole “i don’t trust you” thing hahah

☞ like she still didn’t trust you, but she was more subtle about it lmao

☞ once everything was all sorted out though you got along super well!

☞ Jaehee kinda missed out on her ‘younger’ years because she was working so hard, so she enjoys getting to know you and listening to your stories and living vicariously through you

☞ big hugs for Baehee :(

☞ at college? she scolds you for working so much and so late and excuse me ma’am SAYS YOU

☞ but she’s also super encouraging bc she knows how tough it can be so she’s cheering you on the whole way <3333

☞ BIG HUGS FOR BAEHEE

☞ when you stood up for her in the chatroom she was like damn

☞ you are so young but here you are having a go at the director of one of the biggest companies in the country who is literally like a decade older than you and you are showing no sign of fear what

☞ Jaehee is turned on impressed

☞ you love taking her out with your friends that are also your age and she just finally gets to be young and a bit reckless and just enjoy herself

☞ she’s not “assistant kang” or some work machine, she’s one of the gals and she gets to go on nights out and have girly nights in LIKE SHE DESERVES OK FIGHT ME

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Thank you for the request, anon! I hope this was you were looking for :) have a wonderful day!!💛

Masterlist

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

Two Snakes and a Rat

Alrighty! Y’all asked so here’s my QuickFang story!

For those who don’t know the QuickFang AU is an au in which Vore exists. Davey is a mob boss known as QuickFang who is feared by all of Manhattan. This takes place some time into the plot and doesn’t touch on past plot points but they’re there I swear! I can expand if y’all want later. Anyway, here we go!!

Also this is shippy and Jack decides to be....Jack so uh yeah. Have fun!

Vore under the cut :3

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“Those fucking idiots.” The words were growled, slowly gaining volume and morphing into a yell as the door slammed against the wall. This was the last straw for him. “First the stunt pulled at the most recent brawl, then those imbeciles getting arrested and almost giving away our location, and then them letting a spy in! Why I ought to put a bullet through their heads the moment they’re shoved through that door.”

“S-sir!” A female voice called, the young woman in question running after the man as he entered the room. At least she wasn’t tripping over a skirt in the suit she had been gifted after having accepted her job as one of the man’s own spies.

“That’s- nevermind.” The man growled, anger barely showing for the first time in hours as he walked to the back of the room. One of the cabinets opened, revealing a multitude of dishes, silverware, and glasses. He grabbed the nearest wine glass and sighed. This. All of this. It was all at risk. All because of those bafoons.

“Ah! Right! Sorry, Boss-Sir.” The young lady corrected as a few more goons as well as a second man with a silver broach that separated him from the rest walked in. She made her way to the side. Standing against the wooden wall, a strand of her bronze hair that pulled itself out of the tight bun it was styled in blowing softly in the breezes made my the movement of the others in the room. Four goons, varying in height and muscle, stood at her sides in the same position as she. Hands together behind their back, standing up straight, with the straightest expression they could manage.

“I’d watch Yer words there, pretty lady.” The man with the silver broach hummed as he closed the door. “The boss doesn’t have the clearest mind while like dis. I’d say keep yer mouth shut.”

“Oh give me a break, Wits,” her boss, the man with the golden broach, growled as he filled his glass with the bitter red liquid from the wine keg he kept on the table behind his desk.

“I’s just sayin’, Mr. QuickFang!” The silver broached man said, hands up in a nonchalant surrender as he paced closer to the desk. “Yer mind, see- it does this thing when You’s is mad. It’s like you’s a bull and all you see is-

The brunette- legal name Marcell, mob name Scarlet- squeaked as her boss whipped around, pointing a blade directly at the throat of his right hand man. Dear god-

“Watch. Your. Mouth. Wits.” QuickFang growled, grip on the blade tightening to the point where his hand began to shake.

“Hey, is that not how I got my name? What about you, Mouth~?” Wits cooed in return, a cocky smile sitting on his face with eyes to match behind his mask.

“I- you fucking ass.” QuickFang grumbled, arm jerking to the side and the knife going flying. A dull thud sounds as the blade sticks itself right in the wall mere centimeters above Marcell’s head, drawing another squeak from her as she stares up at the knife. Oh sweet Jesus.

“I thought you loved that part of me though, baby~” Wits cooed, cupping QuickFang’s cheek in his hand for a second. The mob boss’s eye twitched, a growl forming in his throat.

“I do. You fucking know I do. Right now though I want to tear your vocal chords out with nothing more than a dull, rusty old spoon,” spat the man, slamming a hand on his desk as he took a sip from his wine glass. “Damnit. Where are they?! They were supposed to be here-“ he pulled up his sleeve, checking his watch, “-two minutes ago!”

Just as his sentence finished the door clicked open and in were shoved three men, each with their hands tied behind their backs and their mouths filled with fabric gags. Wits moved around the desk, leaning against the bookcase behind his boss now. His boss in question setting his wine glass down in favor of pulling yet another blade out of his pocket.

“Well well well. Look what we’ve got here~” he cooed, a sick smile spreading to his face. “Two traitors and a pathetic excuse of a spy.” He slammed the blade down into his desk, the metal cutting into the wood enough to make it stick upright.

The three on their knees stared up with wide eyes as the man known as QuickFang circled around his desk to stand over them, glimmering blade in hand. This- oh no. No no no. This is bad.

“Now, give me one damn reason why I shouldn’t gut you three like fish and roast you over an open flame for the next dinner party I host.”

The three on the ground shivered, eyes shaking as they stared up. They couldn’t speak. Oh god they couldn’t speak. They couldn’t give him a reason. He was gonna-

The man in the middle froze, feeling the cold tip of the metal blade press into the nape of his neck. Not enough to cut, but enough to remind him it was there. No. No. Nonono.

“You’re lucky I care about my carpet and floor. Blood is awfully hard to clean, you know,” QuickFang growled, removing the blade favoring to twirl it in his hands as he paced around them yet again. “Though I must do something. Letting you three go would be a death sentence to me and my group here and that’s the last thing I want. One of us has to go though to keep our little secret safe.”

There was a mumble of something under one of the three tied up’s breath. Something that sounded an awful lot like an insult. Something that relit the white hot rage in QuickFang’s core.

“Ah so you have a death wish!” He snapped, whipping around and pressing the blade into the man furthest to the left’s neck, Slicing a thin line. Not deep enough to kill, but enough to leave a little trail of blood dripping down. The crazed look in his eyes was something that would burn into those who saw it’s brains. “Those always make things more fun~! How do we start, hmm?”

Before he could do anything else, Wits rushed in behind his boss, arms wrapping around his waist and face burrowing into the crook of his neck. He breathed softly, feeling the tension in his lover melt away. Taking deep breaths, he cooed, “Good….good boy…..”

“Mmggh….baby….not here..” the taller groaned as he melted in the embrace, “...not now. You gotta- mmgh….wait….”

“Shhhh. I know. My mind is on something else though, darling~” the second in command cooed, gently placing a kiss to his boss/lover’s jawbone. He shot a glare to the five against the wall, a growl in his tone when he spoke. “Out. Now.”

And out they all went, Marcell closing the door behind her.

“What’s with the boss and Wits?” She asked, rushing up beside one of the older goons. Surely he knew.

“Those two have been inseparable since the day Wits joined. He stuck to the boss like glue and became his right hand man soon after.” The goon explained, voice rough. “He was captured once. Taken hostage and put in danger at one of the fights in the square. I’ve never seen the boss so mad. The only time he calmed down was when that boy was back in his arms and spoke to him once more. In short, the boss would end the world for that boy. Don’t cross either.”

“Ah. I see…” Marcell hummed, walking off to the spy’s quarters. Surely there was something for her to do there.

QuickFang groaned softly, lidded eyes looking to his partner. “Jackie….what are you planning?”

“Shhh...you’ll ruin the surprise if ya keep askin’ questions, Dave.” Wits, more commonly known as Jack, cooed, letting go of the boy in his arms. “Now be a good boy and go sit in that throne o’ yer’s, kay? Let Wits handle this~”

Davey groaned, stumbling his way to his chair and falling limp into it. “You’re a man of mystery, Jack Kelly. I’ll never understand how you do it.”

“Do what?” Jack asked, poking another one of the three men on the floor. Well, two now- oh! Only one.

“Make me melt like that. I don’t- mmgh- get it.”

“Heheh oh. That. Well Dave,” Jack cooed, smiling as the third man seemingly disappeared as he tucked them between his arm and his chest. “Telling you would ruin the fun~! Now, from how your belly felt my little baby is hungry. Is that the case? Does my little darling want a nice squirmy meal to fill his tummy~?”

Davey’s eyes locked on the three men in Jack’s hold. Oh. Oh boy. A squirmy meal did sound very very nice. But...he wanted to tease a bit. Just a bit. He looked to Jack with pleading eyes, cocking his head just a little. “Please?”

“Hehehe awe. Look at that~” Jack cooed, setting the three on the desk. Next to them he set the knife, blade glimmering in the light. With a grin he stepped back, hands up again in surrender. “The floor is yours, baby~”

Slowly but surely that same evil grin pulled itself across Davey’s face. Oh yes~ He was quick to grab hold of the knife’s handle again, twirling it for a second before stabbing the blade down in front of the three tinies. His weak state was wiped from his mind, being replaced with the confident, sinister mob boss who had a grip on all of Manhattan known as QuickFang. “And once again the games begin~”

The three tinies on the table felt a shiver shoot up their spines as the knife came slamming down in front of them, narrowly missing one of their feet. Sweet Jesus. What was he getting at?!

A low evil laugh rang in the boy’s throat, the knife being pulled from the table to be placed under one of the tinies chins and tilting it up to face the evil, icy blue eyes of the boy.

“Now now. Why the long face~? I thought you three liked to play risky~” he cooed, twirling the knife in his hand. QuickFang’s eyes burned holes in the three on the table. Oh how stupid they had been to have pulled this stunt. “I’m not gonna….pull anything~”

At his own words, Davey promptly grabbed one of the tinies by their bound hands. He brought them to eye level, stomach growling as he stared them down. A sound that struck fear in the hearts of the other two.

“Now you must know that by now I’m positively starving and in desperate need of a good meal.” The calm tone in the boy’s voice was enough to rattle the three tinies to the core. How could one be so calm while talking about something so….so…..terrible?! A Yelp, muffled by the gag, sounded from the poor tiny who was being dangled by his arms as the warm, squishy muscle of the boy’s tongue dragged itself up him. It repeated. Again, and again, and again until-

*clack*

Those on the desk still froze as their friend was closed in behind the pearly white gates of Davey’s teeth. They watched with drowning horror as the caught spy was pushed around, sucked on, and even nibbled at by the man. It was torture to see. Seemingly impossible to bear. Until things got worse-

Ulp~

Way. Worse.

They’re forced to watch as the spy slips further and further down the young man’s gullet, squeezing and slipping past the wet, soft, squishing muscles. To watch as the squirmy lump that was the man side down down down until it was out of sight. Oh but the gurgle from the boss’s stomach let them know where he was.

“Ahh~! Much better. One right where he belongs~” QuickFang hummed with a sigh. Oh to have something squirming fill his belly. The taste of vanilla sat on his tongue as he licked over his lips, a glob of thick warm drool dripping onto his desk. His gaze snapped to the two on the table once more, his grin turning sinister yet again. “And how lucky I have two more~”

The two goons on the table tried to wiggle away in hopes of escape. In hopes of living another day because they knew the moment they entered their boss’s gut they weren’t leaving. Ever. This was terrifying as is, even more so when they were seconds too late and were grabbed up in a tight fist back to back.

“Ah Ah Ah! Now where do you think you’re going~?” The man with the golden broach cooed, grinning at the two like some crazed lunatic. His teeth parted to reveal a soaking pink, plush tongue and shimmering fangs along with the dark, unforgiving tunnel of his throat. As if things couldn’t get worse, the slimy muscle of his tongue pulled itself up their tiny bodies as they squirmed in the leather glove’s grip.

“Mmmm….oh my. Tell me, why do people lacking the most brains taste the best~?” His signature grin spread on his lips, a thick layer of saliva coating his teeth as he licked them over. A low rumbling growl sounded from his gut, the tiny inside squeaking. “Oh who am I kidding. Look at me. Talking to my meal. Heheh. Oh I must be losing it. Well, down the hatch before I get worse!”

The jaw of the predator opened up like a gate, throat twitching at the end of their path. Their end. The thought made them shiver as they landed roughly on the slick surface of Davey’s tongue. Their shoulders dug into the taste buds as they skidded back. Back further and further until-

Glp-

Glk-

Glrk~

Down they go.

“Ahhh~ Oh...oh that’s good~” Davey sighed, a pleased tone to all he said as he fell back into his chair. Now that was good. His hand came to rest over his stomach as the two remaining snacks slipped in, causing a small bump to form under his shirts. A light blush dusted his face, a shudder coursing through every cell of his existence as the small bodies continued to writhe about in the dark, deathly confines of his gut.

“Awww heheh. Good job, baby~” Jack cooed, walking up behind the boss in the chair. He grinned, gently cupping the boy’s face to turn him to face him. “Awe. Dat’s the face of a full, happy lil Pred, now ain’t it~?” He slowly drew his hand back, drinking in the sight of the mob boss following it as if begging for more contact. A warm chuckle bubbled from his throat as he reached for the glass, holding the rim to Davey’s lips. He hummed small instructions to drink, giving praise once the action is done. With a smirk on his face he turned to leave, a hand grabbing his and stopping his movement.

“Oh? What’s that, Dave?” Jack asked, cocking his head. The most he got in response was a groan. “Dave. Words. Or you don’t get what you want~!”

“Mmmghhh…..Cuddles…..now….” the boy groaned, pulling at Jack’s hand weakly. A smile spread onto his face as Jack came to sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around the boy, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Heh someone’s snuggly~” The boy’s voice was smooth, calming to the boy who’s lap he sat in. A gentle kiss found it’s way between their lips and they relaxed in the room. Before long soft snoring sounded from the boy with the golden broach, pulling a small laugh from his right hand man. “Sleep well, Dave. Yer belly’s got a job to do. I’ll run this joint for ya while ya sleep. I’ll see ya when you wake up~”

[sweet-cynical-writer]

Zai's Notes: Okay so I actually couldn't just write only angst for you @soukokuwu so I'm also giving you a fluff with your favorite heheh. It's terribly written excuse my rambling on fluff.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Scenario: “You take Chuuya on a sweet date to the graveyard.”

Morning Tears like Dewdrops

The time was 7 A.M. bright and early with the warm sun rays shining through the sheer curtains displayed in your bedroom like warm light layered blankets. You hauled yourself out of bed to get dressed when you felt a familiar grasp wrap around your waist from behind. The potent scent of lavender filling the air as you inhaled dreamily. 

“Heading out somewhere, love?”

You closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch as he used one hand to trace shapes with his finger along your exposed thigh while the other arm remained securely around you. A soft hum from your pink lips to confirm you were looking to step out for a moment. 

He pulled you back and with a light giggle, you allowed yourself to fall back into his arms on the smooth silk sheets. Chuuya attacked you like a shark, covering your neck in a flurry of kisses and nipping at tender parts of your skin. There wasn't a morning he didn't do this to you. He adored doting on his beautiful girlfriend as well as reminding you how much he treasured these little moments. 

“May I join you then?”

Chuuya placed a final peck on your forehead as you sat up and nodded. Your hair in a total bed head mess with a tickle me pink flush to your cheeks. It was another dreamy day to bond with your sweet boyfriend. The two of you got dressed to go out. Before you headed out, Chuuya asked if he should bring along some refreshments. 

He packed a blanket and a bottle of his favorite vintage wine with a package of cheese and crackers. Anywhere you wanted to go was where he wanted to be. As long as he was next to you, any place was romantic and enjoyable.

***

The two of you arrived at the graveyard and while your heart ached for the beloved ones lost, you had Chuuya holding your hand. He was confidently walking beside you until you stood at a halt. This was the grave you wanted to visit. A family member you held dear to your heart always. 

He laid out the blanket and settled down while you took your spot next to him. You loved how understanding and kind he was toward you about wanting to visit a grave. Chuuya didn't mind at all and poured himself a glass, while watching you get lost in the moment. His gaze shifted from you to the headstone when you spoke in a low whisper. 

“There's not a day I don't think about them. I miss them dearly, but someday I'll be like them too.”

You pressed your lips to the rim of the wine glass, tilting it back to sip at the rich red liquid. The taste was sweet and went smoothly down your throat. Chuuya was already pouring himself a second glass when you just got halfway done. He raised his wine glass to clink with yours. 

“It's beautiful this morning.. the way the light rays sparkle and dance as if the sun itself is trying to compete with your beauty. But instead it's only enhancing it.”

His voice left his lips like a serenade of gentle melodies. The sun slowly rising with its lights shining down on the two of you. You felt a small tingle of happiness in your cheeks, not realizing that a smile was forming at the sight of Chuuya. Seeing him under such a colorful lighting with the graveyard as the backdrop made you feel lucky to have him.

Most lovers wouldn't find a graveyard date as romantic. Usually others would insist that it was a place for mourning and nothing more. To you, a graveyard was a place to remember, to love, to cherish what you will always have. Looking at Chuuya in the brilliant lighting from the sun provided a chance to spark the moment with a kiss. 

You leaned in and he met you halfway, lips brushed together with the lingering taste of wine. The way his hand grasped the back of your neck to hold the kiss longer made you melt. Besides the wine making you feel heated, Chuuya had pulled you into an embrace in the midst of your kiss. You only realized that when you opened your eyes to look into his cerulean clear gaze. 

“You closed your eyes like you were about to cry, love. So I decided to pull you close to me in case you needed a reminder that I'm here to always protect you.”

He flashed a smile toward you and to be honest, you wanted to cry and that's why you closed your eyes instinctively. With everything you had been through and what was more to come, you held it in for so long. As if on cue with your thoughts, tears were building up from the corners of your eyes. 

“You probably think I'm silly for crying out of nowhere like this..”

Chuuya caught each tear with his fingers. He found you ever more beautiful when you cried. Even as your eyes and nose turned red from all the tears spilled. The fact you allowed him to see you so vulnerable and hold you was more than he could ever ask for in a relationship. 

“No, I think you're the most flawless woman I've ever seen. Having the privilege of seeing you open up this way means more than you would think.”

You blinked away your tears and he wiped them off for you. The lighting was just right, hitting your warm colored eyes that looked as if they were kissed by the sun. The way the breeze lightly brushed at your hair that flanked to either side of you. 

“I'll always remember this moment with you, Chuuya.”

The rest of the morning was filled with the two of you sharing more tender kisses along with bubbling laughter. He could hardly keep a hand off of his sweetheart. You took in his scent again, smooth lavender shampoo lingered in his hair from his recent shower. You wondered what he was thinking every time he stopped to look at you. 

When you asked he simply answered, “I'm awestruck because I get to see an angel every day.”

You playfully smacked him out of embarrassment. A light pastel pink dusting your face and you felt your ears emitting so much heat that they were probably letting out visible steam. How could he say such embarrassing things with a devious grin like that?! Secretly you loved how much he overloaded you with admiration. You didn't require much in a relationship. As long as he's loyal with his eyes set on you only, that's all that mattered. 

The fact he was a mixture of both outgoing and a stay at home kind of guy for dates was a scoring bonus. Chuuya smiled using his arms to wrap around your small frame, as you snuggled into his embrace with your head resting on his chest. This was a day to remember. Forever and always it would remain in your heart. 

[iamtheempress]

A Vegeta x OC Fanfiction (part 2)¤ ¤ ¤

The morning came with silence and silence came with Raditz banging on Calamatta’s pod. 

“Wake up! we need to get our pods to the ship in the upper atmosphere then we start the terraforming process! Got it?” SHe stretches and gives the long haired Saiyan a lazy thumbs up. Confirming she heard him loud and clear. Rubbing her eyes she punched in the coordinates to the ship and off the four pods flew to the ship in the higher atmosphere, slotting their pods into the mothership.

The four took their time to leave 2 by 2 to the planet and scour the planet to completely terraform it, with expertise and precision. Cracking open the planet enough to let the oceans flow forth, for several hours they did this until they returned to the ship. Calamatta entered the ship last and was greeted with a crisp clap to the back from Nappa. “Good job, lil lady!” He bellowed as she rubbed the back of her head. “T-thanks Nappa, now im just worried.” 

Raditz raised his hand and shook his head, “Ahhh calm down, we're going to give him an honest review of you then you will be moved to our quarters, you get your first pay and then you should be good. Settle down.” He brushes past her and makes his way to Frieza’s Hall. Vegeta followed behind, throwing a glance at the female Saiyan as she sat on a chair, he can tell she was nervous by the frequency of her bouncing leg. They didnt like bending to Frieza’s whim, but they werent about to just go against him out right.. And with one more saiyan with them to train and get stronger they could be unstoppable. Its just the matter of pandering to Lord Frieza until then and making sure they dont get killed.

Lord Friezas chambers had only Zarbon blocking their way, the annoying green haired former prince with no shame. Dodoria, the brainless ruffian was nowhere in sight. “Monkeys.. Im assuming its about the release of Friezas little ape?” Zarbon said very condescendingly to the three, very annoyed Saiyans. Vegeta tightened his fist and grit his teeth at the comparison to apes so blatantly to his face.

 “Zarbon thats quite enough. Ive been expecting them.” Friezas voice piped up waving the three Saiyans in. “Y-yes, Lord Frieza.” He obeyed and moved out of their ways. “You are excused Zarbon, your services arent needed this evening.” Frieza rotated fully in his seat and swirled a full goblet of wine within it. 

The three took bended knee to Frieza begrudgingly and raised up at the same time. “Were here to confirm our Terraforming a rousing success.” Frieza smirked and paid attention to Nappa. “Indeed. It was to be a 4 to 5 day excursion and you done it in 2 and a half days? My my, you 4 are persistent!” He chided and pointed to Nappa first. Everyone is fully aware of Frieza’s death beam so Nappa winced. Causing Frieza to visibly inflate like an egomaniac. “Now what is your report about my favorite little monkey, Ms. Calamatta” He sipped his wine and let it hover mid air rotating it and lacing his fingers together and letting his long worm like tail wag lightly. Nappa took one step forward and spoke up, light sweat on his brow as he made eye contact with deadly bright vermillion eyes.

“Calamatta’s first time out with primary race extermination was exquisite. Effective and heartless. If she continues with us you should expect the same, Lord Frieza!” He did a full bow and stepped back for Raditz, The long haired teenage Saiyan cleared his voice and spoke up, starting with an embarrassing voice crack. “She took orders for sequences of events and how to lay waist to entire cities fairly quickly. I'd prefer her with us simply because she has a job to do and she seems to enjoy it.” Frieza slowly nods, eyes closed and speaks softly. “Mhmm. mmhmmm. You two are dismissed. Vegeta… you stay.” 

Frieza took his goblet and took a sip from it as the Prince narrowed his eyes and approached, puffing up his chest. “What do you think about the pretty little simian? Shes quite interesting… obedient and has grown to be a lovely young woman, shapely i think your repugnant species would call her... You are aware her father appointed her to me when she was a child, I'd assume Vegeta…?” He lets the wine glass levitate again, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed and brow raised. “Yes, Im aware...What is this about.” Frieza clicked his nails about on his seat and smiled softly.

“Her father did not trust his only daughter with the likes of the Kings eldest boy… Not after their fight… so she was appointed as my little monkey butler, a nice little piece of arm candy… if only she wasnt a Saiyan. Anyway… Enough with my little flights of fantasy…” He gestured to the confused Saiyan Prince, his lips lined straight and unmoving. “About Calamatta… How was she.. Your word I take higher then anyone else.” He preened upon saying her name, it was borderline perverted but with a sinister meaning behind it. 

“Shes the missed opportunity id like to get my hands on. A perfect Saiyan through and through. If she werent by your side so often id have taken her by my side YEARS ago, Frieza…” He stated as a matter of factly, Friezas dark little smile returned “How disgustingly romantic... Zarbon! Summon Calamatta for me.” He snaps his fingers and trot like tapping faded down the hallway. Zarbon was waiting outside, like a good little brainless lackey.

Calamatta was tapping on the table she waited at, tail flicking nervously about behind her. She was snapped from her stupor of nervous leg bouncing and hair twirling to Zarbon slapping his hand down firm onto the table. “Calamatta, Lord Frieza is requesting your return asap.” SHe nodded and fixed her hair abit standing up and wrapping her tail around her waist. Shes known Zarbon longer then shes known Dodoria. 

The kinship Zarbon developed for her was astounding, a favorable friendship when she felt immense discomfort in her teens on. It weirds her out and flatters her nonetheless. “Yes, Zarbon.. Right away.” She walks along side Zarbon and even passes Nappa and Raditz on their way back. “Ill have you know for the duration of time that I have known you; you are not like the others… youre charismatic and maybe the most tolerable, of the 4 of you...your  still nothing more than a monkey butler though.” She sneered and returned her gaze fixed forward, down then away. The moment she turned the corner she went wide eyed to see Vegeta. 

She stopped in her tracks and was given a push from Zarbon, Frieza chirped upon her entry. “Welcome back, Calamatta! I have some good news for you…” “Lord Frieza..” She bowed at the waist obediently she stood next to Vegeta and Zarbon once again excused himself.

“I trust that your first day terraforming was a success and that you had a splendid time, did you dear?” Calamatta stood up straight and let her tail unwind from her waist. “Y-Yes! I actually liked it alot!” She chirped and gulped abit, Vegeta scoffed and closed his eyes, only for Frieza to speak. “Oh, well you are not out of the woods yet my dear...no no.. You have one more task to prove to me before i let you do anything with the male populace for you to shake your pretty little tail at.” 

He makes a face and a screen pops up on the window behind him. A massive green, blue and red planet popped up on the screen encircled by 2 rings and 2 moons. “You and Vegeta are to Terraform this planet on your own. I will give you a month to do it because this planet has highly hostile inhabitants.” Vegetas eyes snapped open and stared at the planet then to frieza. “You cant be serious? Why not just send me on my own then i can do it 3 weeks without the likes of a newbie.. No offence Calamatta but its just facts.” He crossed his arms. “Do this the both of you for me in a months worth of time and your pretty little primate will be out of my hands and in yours. Indefinitely. But if not i will be forced to use my own hand… and you dont want that Vegeta..” He grinned widely. His pointer finger extended toward the female Saiyan and she gulped upon seeing the beam charge at the tip of his digit.

Vegeta stepped infront of the female Saiyan and narrowed his eyes, his move was more instinctual than out of emotion. Calamatta never thought the prince would ever put himself in a position like this but here he was, his solid back to her front she peaked over his caped shoulder and looked at the tyrant who tilted his head. "Hehehe.. it seems ive struck a chord in you Vegeta.." "Not at all.. she's done nothing for you to raise that finger at her. I've made the decision and well go…" he clenches his fists, the material of his gloves made a noise. Calamatta could feel the princes frustration from how close he was to her… "to that planet… and well wipe it before the month even finishes.." 

Frieza chuckled, "Good… i know you will fulfill your promise.. Calamatta you stay, dear.. Vegeta…" Calamatta straightened her back  and tightened her tail around her waist. "You are dismissed.. i have a few things to discuss with her." Vegeta turned around and made eye contact with Calamatta, with a pitiful look in his eye.. like he knew she shouldn't be in this situation. "Bye, Vegeta." She said softly, causing the Emperor to briefly narrow his eyes, she kept her head forward. Vegeta said nothing as the door slid shut behind her. Leaving without a word and kind of making her heart sink abit. He grit his teeth and stormed down the hallway to a perplexed Raditz and Nappa.

“Calamatta, come little primate.” Frieza beckoned to her and snapped for one of his little cronies to bring something to him. Folded up in the hands of Dodoria himself. “Hello little Matta, hope you enjoy this little costume change.” She nodded to him and took the body suit and armor. “When would i expect to go to this planet?” SHe tilted her head and held the new suit, noticing theres not much too it, which made her really wary. “Ah ah, first things first alittle bit of information is more useful about the planet then when you and the simian prince will go.” Frieza quips looking at his shiny black claws. “The planets name is To-Rot, it is a giant habitable planet that im sure would be able to line your pockets quite nicely.”

Dodoria crossed his arms and quirked a brow at her, “Lord Frieza told you about the type of inhabitants to that planet right? Its not a walk in the park and I certainly wouldnt go alone... “ Calamatta gulped. “Now now, Dodoria. Do not frighten the girl. Who knows she could be the best of the 4 remaining Saiyans. We will see..” He gets out of his pod like seat and uses his tail to tip her chin up, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

“Run along and change and you may turn in for the evening… you both leave in 20 hours, when we arrive to the nearest solar system. From there you and Vegeta will go To-Rot.” Frieza chuckles to himself. “Fitting name dont you think? Ohohohohohoooo !!” He laughs and Calamatta turns and bows walking back to the saiyan chambers to change.

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[kaeyas-beloved]

Hehehe could i pretty please ask for Arthur and Comte for the character thing❤❤❤😱 love ya lots! Sending all the hugs😳❤🌈

Hehe you may! Sending hugs back your way and have a good day/night <3 (Also sorry for the long wait)

Send me a character and I’ll answer these questions!

~~~

 - Arthur Conan Doyle -

Favourite Thing About Them

Everything

I really like his detective/analytic skills. I just really find those kinds of things cool, like how some people are able to decipher things quickly like he can!

Least Favourite Thing About Them

Nothing

I guess how he threatens to bite the MC so much, and even backing her into the wall and stuff in nearly every route. Though I sort of feel like it’s sometimes just to aggravate the suitor of the route cause Arthur is just like that. (Like in Moe’s route and I feel like he can just tell when the suitor is coming down the hall - whether he saw them earlier or just knows that said suitor comes down that hall at the time who knows) 

But I know that’s no excuse

Favourite Line

Any line where he says “By Jove” 

I don’t know why, but it makes me chuckle :)

BrOTP

Arthur and Dazai. Just their troublesome duo relationship is enjoyable to me.

OTP

Arthur and Theo. Drinking buddies! They go to each other (in a roundabout way) when they need it! The story event that happened just before Theo’s route (the one where they got into a fight)! 

It all amounts to the ‘I hate you’ ‘lol I hate you too’ but then ‘hold on are you okay? You’re not don’t lie!’ kind of dynamic. Like they obviously care for each other but one’s too stubborn and the other jokes too much to actually admit the truth.

NOTP

Arthur & Isaac 

Arthur & Vincent

Personally, I wouldn’t mind dipping my toes into either of these boats but for the most part I don’t ship them romantically.

Random Headcanon

I feel like Arthur, when he’s hit a stump in writing, will seek out/go to one of the other residents rooms *cough Theo or Isaac *cough* and just mess/hang around them or something.

Like he’d go to Theo’s room, and hover over his shoulder for a moment trying to see what he’s working on, might make himself at home and ask a couple question before leaving, prompting to Theo to think ‘that was random’ before going back to work. 

Unpopular Opinion

What’s even an unpopular opinion about him??? IDK, sorry!

Song I Associate With Them

Admittedly there was only one song that I associated with him but I didn’t want to use it. So after scrolling through my rather large list of songs for a little I’ve come up with a different one:

Make You Mine by PUBLIC

The “I want to be with you all the time. I won’t stop you until I make you mine” reminds me of how he was constantly with the MC throughout his route (they were honestly inseparable) and the bet that was made between the two.  

Favourite Picture of Them

Just???? Look how peaceful he looks?!?!

- Le Comte de Saint-Germain -

Favourite Thing About Them

Everything

Not sure about what my favourite thing is but I really like his facial features and attire. I just love the gold look he has.

Least Favourite Thing About Them

Nothing

I saw this comic about something he said in the prologue (like how the MC smells nice and she replies about her perfume and he’s like no not that). I can admit that’s a little creepy. Come on Comte, don’t be as bad as Arthur with dropping lines like that on unsuspecting women...

Favourite Line

Really any line where he refers to the MC as ‘ma chère’

BrOTP

Leo and Comte. Comte himself even called Leo his long time friend and I just sorta like their mild banter that happens from time to time (like in Leo’s route)

OTP

Again, Leo and Comte. Why? Might be because of the fact that they’re both purebloods and they’ve got history and if they were to be together neither of them would lose the other to time.

NOTP

Ehhh, something out there I guess like Vincent and Comte since there's like no rock solid connection like some of the others have with each other (if you get what I mean).

Random Headcanon

Not sure if this is a given or not but I’m pretty sure Comte is a wine drinker - he just strikes me as the type. Maybe he only drinks when times are tough and he starts reminiscing about the past (or he starts thinking about the past half way through drinking)

Unpopular Opinion

While I don’t know if this an unpopular opinion (probably is but), I don’t think Comte is that shady. Yeah he’s got his secrets but like all the residents do. And don’t get me wrong, he has his brow raising moments, I can 100% admit that - I just think he’s not as bad as some might make him out to be. 

Song I Associate With Them

C’est La Vie by Hosea

I don’t know, I feel like it depicts how MC is right there and yet Comte can never call her his, and how he’s happy enough to just have known her at all and make memories with her.

Favourite Picture of Them

Look how serene he is!!!

[obviouslyelementary]

It’s about family - Chapter 4

Ao3 link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24198928/chapters/58289167

Warnings: Remus being rude to everyone, specially Roman.

Ships: Still Demus. Will be for a while.

Tags: @yuna-dan

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Chapter 4 - Private Talks

Life truly was a strange little thing.

Most people said life passed too fast, that you had to make the most of it while you had time, and that your entire life passed in front of your eyes before you died. Life could be surprising, and Patton kinda understood where that came from now. But he was sure life didn't just pass before your eyes when you died.

Or else, that would be an unbelievably bad end for a nice party.

The world surrounding him went blurry and slow motion. The party songs seemed to turn into a merely buzzing sound at the back of his brain, and he couldn't look away even if he tried. And Janus stared back at him, his eyes always so... him. Patton couldn't look anywhere else. He took in his form, his sharper jaw line, lifted nose, the way his hair fell over his face, half hiding the mark on his left side, the earrings that fell over his shoulders so long they were, and his slim figure, dressed in the most pretty of golds and blacks, almost in a dress format, so beautiful and extravagant as him.

The volcano of feelings that erupted inside Patton was too intense and strong to stop, making his stomach twist, his heart squeeze, his lungs shrink, his legs tremble, his muscles contract, and it was almost like he was having a complete malfunction of all organs as he just stared at the person he hadn't seen in so long.

It felt so weird.

"...on... Patton..." he heard someone saying in the middle of all the confusion of feelings he was having, but he only really came back to reality when a hand touched his shoulder, and he turned to see Logan, looking at him with the most worried face he had ever seen. "Patton... are you okay?"

"Oh me? Oh I'm fine!" he said, suddenly, a bit too hyper, before turning back and hearing the loud beat of the song again, all the people screaming over the music, and all of the others just stared at him like he was crazy. "Sorry I doze off for a second, it is  a pleasure to meet you, Remus, Janus!"

"He... hadn't said his name" Roman said, and Patton felt a dread in his stomach before he laughed loudly and extensively and waved his hand.

"Oops, I guess I am too good at guessing hehehe... well it is a pleasure nevertheless."

"It surely is..." Janus said, slow and with his usual displeased tone, before he turned back to Remus and smiled at him, holding one of his cheeks with his hand. "Now honey, would you mind not flirting with every single guest? I would truly appreciate if you gave me some attention tonight."

"My little snake, I will give you all the attention tonight! Why don't we all go somewhere more reserved? I would really like to talk to my brother and his friends without, you know, the extreme banging of songs in my ears!" Remus said, his arm wrapped around Janus, sending something very dark and bad into Patton's stomach.

"Oh of course. Follow me" Janus said, waving his hand, and after a quick glance, the four friends followed the couple through the crowd. Roman had to keep begging for Virgil not to leave, while Logan looked at Patton, one hand placed comfortingly on his lower back.

"Pat... do you really want to stay? We can leave at any time" he whispered, and Patton looked at him, giving him a smile.

"I'm fine Lo. Don't worry about it. Also we can't leave Roman and Virgil on their own. They clearly are not very happy where they are" he said, looking at their younger friends, watching as they quietly discussed in front of the group. "We need to be their support!"

"We can't support anyone when we are feeling miserable Patton, we discussed this already" Logan said, firmly, but Patton brushed him off and gave him a confident smile.

"I am not feeling miserable Lo, I swear. Now come on, we have to make sure they won't kill each other. Or kill Remus. Or cry."

"That... we do" Logan sighed, and headed upstairs after Virgil and Roman, looking as the crowd stayed behind them and the music turned faint and far away.

 Janus and Remus guided them to the second floor, into a hallway that had a few people that also wanted some privilege, and took them to a separated room that looked like a lounge area for guests. Janus closed the door once everyone was inside, giving Patton a side glance that didn't pass unnoticed, while Remus turned on the lights and grabbed some whiskey and wine for them.

"Make yourselves at home while I serve you all some drinks" he said, politely, and Patton took a moment to look around. It was magnificent, with three large couches, comfy chairs, fluffy rugs, a TV on top of a very nice fireplace, decorations all over the walls and tables, a full liquor bar on the back, with stools, and even a private bathroom and a few games like chess and darts, everything very bar-like.

They found their ways into the couches, the four of them sitting next to each other, with Roman on one end and Patton on the other, Virgil and Logan in between, while Janus took his already full glass of wine and sat down on one of the single chairs, crossing his legs, sipping his drink, eyes never leaving Patton. He knew that because he barely shifted his own away from him for too long.

There was an awkward and long silence while Remus served them drinks, and when he returned, he handed all of them a wine glass and a whiskey glass, something that internally Patton was grateful for because fuck if he didn't want to get drunk right now.

"Why is everyone so quiet? Come on, this is home!" Remus said, and Virgil shifted uncomfortably. No one seemed to want to make the first move, so Logan, the always perfect ice breaker, rose the wine glass to his nose and hummed.

"This is a cabernet sauvignon, is it not?" he asked, and Remus chuckled, sitting on a chair on the opposite side of Janus, which meant he was the closest to Roman, furthest from Patton.

"Yes it is. Not everyone can smell a wine's grapes" he teased, and Logan raised his eyebrow.

"I saw the bottle when you were serving it."

"Oh yes, I know" Remus smirked, and leaned in closer, eyeing them all in a way that could very easily be considered creepy. "I have to be honest, I never expected my brother and Virgil to become friends of people like... you two."

"What about you don't act honest and just shut up?" Virgil asked, seeming to immediately get defensive, but Remus was not taken back, simply smirking and leaning backwards against the chair.

"Come on Virgil, that is no way of treating your party host. Besides, I let you all come inside with no hesitation, even though I only invited Roman, so I am being nice."

"You can't ever be nice, and believe me, I wouldn’t be here if it was for me. None of us would. And I actually really want to leave" Virgil said, he had no filter when he was feeling cornered.

"You are welcome to leave at any time, I don't want anyone to be forced in here. I wasn't even expecting neither of you to show up, so this is good enough. I thought my brother's hatred and jealousy would never allow him to step inside my mansion" Remus said, in a way that sounded so genuine and honest, but that held so much venom behind it that even Patton flinched.

"I am aware that you and Roman haven’t talked in years, and I also know we don't know each other for so long, but just believe me when I say Roman doesn't allow his feelings to interfere in important subjects such as seeing his brother again" Logan said immediately jumping to defend his friends. Patton was thankful for it, because his brain was not working. "In any way, could you please tell us more about yourself? Roman was surprised when he told us you were moving, do you mind telling us what happened?"

Remus seemed to lose a bit of his character at that, surely not expecting them to say anything back, and huffed softly before drinking a large gulp of whiskey before regaining his balance again and smirking at Logan.

"You are a curious one, I like it. Well, this town is relatively small and it has many business opportunities, and as I am certain Roman has told you, we come from a very wealthy family, so I took my savings and moved here, to be closer to my brother, and to open my new tattoo shop, which has always been my dream." He said, and Patton had to hold back his surprise at finding out that Roman was rich.

He had never heard of that before.

"I-I mean, I didn't-" Roman tried, clearly looking for an excuse, but Logan was quicker than him, smiling at Remus in such a cold way that even Patton was surprised. Logan could be emotionless, but he was never cold.

"Yes, he did tell us, and he also told us he wanted to pursue a more honest way of living, thus why he doesn't use your parents' money. Of course, if that is the real reason or not, it doesn't matter. Roman is a very successful designer now, he surely doesn't need any support. Although I do hope your tattoo shop works out for you, even if I should point out that almost no tattoo artist ever becomes rich enough to endorse in the type of... high society activities you seem to enjoy. So perhaps you should try a broader field, if you wish to remain monetarily successful."

Patton's eyes were wide as he looked at Logan, and so were Virgil's and Roman's. Roman actually looked like he was about to cry, while Virgil had a spark in his face that basically said 'fuck you he's right' in a way that made Patton feel more relieved. And the look in Remus' face... it wasn't good at all. All his proud and loud façade seemed to fall flat, and he was looking so angry that Patton started to see how honest Roman and Virgil's fears were.

Remus did not look like a good person in the slightest.

But he couldn't help but steal a glance at Janus, who seemed both offended and amused by the whole discussion going on, two expressions that Patton had never seen in the same person at the same time. Still, there it was, and Janus was quick to fix himself on his chair and sigh.

"Please, boys, can we stop fighting in between the lines? Remus, behave" he said, firm and classy, and Remus leaned away and drank his whiskey while Patton held Logan's hand and smiled. Virgil and Roman seemed to immediately get more comfortable on their spots, regaining their normal body language, seeming to have won a battle they didn't even participate in. "So. Roman. Remus told me quite a lot about you. We didn't know you were a designer."

"Oh yes I am" Roman said, loud and proud, placing a hand on his own chest. "I design clothes for a company here in the area. It is a very rewarding job in the material way, but I also work with a group of children and teach them theater for free, because that enriches the soul."

"That is lovely, I do enjoy myself some voluntary work sometimes. And what about you... Virgil?" Janus asked, and Virgil sighed, arms crossing over his chest.

"I'm a florist. I like flowers" he said, dryly, and Janus gave hima confused look before nodding slowly and sipping on his wine.

"Interesting... Logan, what do you do in life?" he asked, while Logan rolled his eyes impatiently. Someone really wasn't enjoying their time.

"I teach. Science. To a school" he said, annoyed, and Janus nodded slowly without adding anything before turning his head towards Patton, glance seeming to... soften? No. No, Patton was seeing things.

"And you... Patton?" he said, almost in a whisper, his lips over the glass of wine, his legs crossing again so he could turn his whole body towards Patton, eyes digging into his soul like they always did... they always did...

"What do you want to do, after we graduate?"

"I don't know... start a family?"

"That's for girls, Pat. What do you want to work on?"

"I don't know..."

'I don't know...'

"I..." Patton whispered, and then blinked away the memory, shaking his head and breathing in quickly. "I work at a toy store! And I have a kid!"

'I have a kid!'

'Family'

'Family...'

"You have a kid?" Remus said, interrupting the moment, and Patton snapped his head towards him, seeing his disdained look. "Where's your partner? Not up for parties? Dead?"

"I don't have one" he said, softly, and couldn't help but frown. "Also that is very rude to say, what if I had a deceased partner? What would you say?"

"I would say that they are lucky not to be around an idiot like you anymore. You know because those puns downstairs were-"

"Remus!" Janus said, loudly, and angry, and everyone turned to him surprised, even Remus himself. Janus recomposed himself, noticing he had gone a bit too far, and sighed loudly. "Stop being rude to our guests. I know you hate your brother as much as the next person, but chill for god's sake! Here, go grab me some more wine. Downstairs. And don't come back until you are feeling better."

Janus handed his glass of wine to Remus, who after a loud groan took it and left the room, like a dog being told no. Roman's eyes widened, and Virgil couldn't help but snort, both of them looking at Janus impressed.

"How did you do that?!" Virgil said, excited, and Patton relaxed a bit now that the attention was away from him. Janus chuckled as Roman and Virgil started to bombard him with questions about how he had tamed Remus, answering to their questions with laughs and bows, all while Logan held Patton's hand and looked at him.

They had a short conversation through their glances, and Logan stood up, excusing them to go to the bathroom. Patton followed, because of course he did, knowing very well what Logan wanted to talk about.

Still, he couldn't help the skipping of his heart when he heard Janus' laugh in the background.

[killjoy-loveit]

Regrets & Resolutions

Requested (@akutagawahakuryuunosuke): Hello, can i request a scenario for Jinhwan please? The plot what if he meeting again with his ex in halloween party, cause of alcohol influence and missing each others they end up making love in his place. The he next morning she realize this is just one time only since they already break up, but Jinhwan doesn't feel the same after that is up to you hehehe thank you very much hope my plot doesnt confuse you ps add smut please if you like thank you very much

A/N: I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. As always all my other links will be in the notes of this post! I took the liberty of changing it a bit because it’s no longer Halloween like when this was requested (I’m sorry it took so long). I hope this lives up to expectations!! 

Word Count: 1,737

Genre: Angsty but fluffy ending

*****WARNING: Mentions of mature (18+) content!! It’s not explicit but still*****

     The building you’re standing in is filled with people. Almost like they’ve become one giant mass of flesh and sweat, the only defining part of each person is their clothing. Music blasts through the air and you wonder how anybody can hear anything. But maybe that’s the point. With the music vibrating your bones in such a manner it would be easy to lose yourself. To rid yourself of the troubles and worries that plague everyday life. However, you just couldn’t get behind throwing yourself into that mass, no matter how freeing it might be.

      It wasn’t just that you liked your space or that you preferred to not have strangers groping at you. No, it was also because you could practically feel the heat being generated from the crowd from your position just off the dance floor. There’s not enough alcohol in the world that could get you to willingly step out there. For now, you’re content watching your friends dancing like fools without you. All the things you could tease them with now, the list had undoubtedly grown about two pages tonight alone.

      Though they had their own fair share of things to tease you about. Like that one incident, which involved a duck in the park five minutes from your apartment- something that’s rarely brought up due to its embarrassing nature. Or when you unwittingly rejected the most well-rounded person you knew, all because you couldn’t tell they were flirting with you. Or even when you got drunk and cried because you thought someone ate your cake, but it turned out that you’d already eaten it and just forgot. But most importantly, they always liked to remind you of the one good relationship you had but threw away because you were scared.

      It’s not that they reminded you with malintent, rather they reminded you so that when you got back out on the playing field you’d know what to look for. Know the behaviors of a person that would treat you right. But even though they didn’t bring it up to make you sad or upset, sometimes you’d feel a pang in your chest when they brought him up. You’d only dated him for six months, and he had not only won your heart, but also your friends as well- which is not an easy feat by the way. Everything had been going so well, better than any other relationship you’d had.

     Except then you got scared. Getting scared led you to become paranoid: everything was going too well, so when was something going to go wrong? It was this thought that lingered in your mind, that led you to actively seek out anything you could use to justify breaking things off. It’s been too many years to remember what exactly you’d chosen as an excuse, just that whatever it was had been insignificant. Despite the amount of time that has passed since you broke up with him, his face would randomly appear in your mind. Sometimes it was when you went on a date, and others it was when you were lying in bed at night, mind drudging up the past. In those moments you felt an overwhelming sense of regret.

     Taking a sip of your drink, you brought yourself away from that train of thought. Lord knows that if you kept thinking about Jinhwan you’d end up wallowing in self-pity and try to drown out the pain with too many bottles of wine. It never ceased to amaze you though, how someone you’d known for just half a year could leave such an impression on you.

      “Well,” you sighed, “time for another drink.”

     Getting to the bar was less of a challenge than getting the attention of the bartender. Commanding attention never was your strong suit, which is how you ended up waiting ten minutes for the bartender to notice you. After ordering another sugary cocktail, you resumed people-watching, a favorite pastime. Among the people on the dance floor, their states of dress varied. Some were fully-covered, which you imagined had to be almost suffocating with how hot it was in here. Others were scantily clad, and while it looked nice and cool, you would never have the confidence to pull something of that nature off. Scanning the crowd further you saw a familiar face heading towards the bar.

      You blinked once, twice, multiple times. Surely you were seeing things. Had you drank too much already and you were seeing things? That couldn’t be it- you only had one drink, and there was no way that one mixed drink could manage to get you to that level of intoxication. If you weren’t hallucinating, it meant that Jinhwan was headed right towards you. Not that he had seen you yet, at least you didn’t think he had, his sights were set on the bar. In a panic, you spun around to face away from the direction he was coming.

      Bending your head, you tried to hide behind your hair as you felt him come to stand next to you at the bar. Heart hammering in your chest you almost screamed when you saw a hand waving in your face. Jerking your head up, you realized a moment too late that it was just the bartender returning with your drink. With such a large reaction you’d caught the attention of multiple patrons around you, including the one person whose attention you were trying to avoid. Smiling sheepishly you accepted the cocktail and handed over cash for the drink.

      Your thought to leave before interacting with Jinhwan was squashed before you even had time to entertain it. His hand wrapped around your wrist as your name fell from his lips. Turning slowly, anxiety instantly rose up in your body. What could he have to say? It couldn’t be anything good, could it? What if only declarations of hate and resentment left him? Your heart would never recover, given that you still pine over him after breaking his heart.

      But you weren’t met with hate or anger, instead, it was the look in his eyes, such a soft gaze, had your heart leaping up to your throat. “It’s nice to see you,” He breathed. “It’s been so long.”

     “It has.”

     Getting to Jinhwan’s apartment was a blur. This turn of events was unforeseeable, especially since you thought you’d been hallucinating when you first saw him. But as you were pressed up against the wall, his lips on your neck and hands grasping your hips, you couldn’t care less. Moans and grunts filled the air as the two of you worked your way through his apartment, shedding clothing as you went, until ending up in his bedroom. Falling on top of his bed together, breathless and giddy. Hands meandering over bodies.

      Sighs of pleasure. Heated words groaned into ears. Hands fisting sheets. Bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Building each other up in tandem, pushing closer and closer to the edge. Not a moment of silence to be found in this heated moment. It was all too much. Eyes clenched shut, body trembling as you’re finally pushed over the edge. Lips brushing yours gently. Falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you; something you never thought would happen again.

     When you woke up alone it was like reality slapped you in the face. Last night was just a one-time thing. Why did you even go home with him? Had your pent up regrets and feelings got the better of you? Sitting up in the bed, you ran your hands through your hair in frustration, tugging at the ends lightly. This was just perfect. Having a one night stand with the man you regretted leaving. What could go wrong? That’s sarcasm by the way. Lifting your head you glance about the room, trying to get a feel of your surroundings. What? You hadn’t been able to look around much last night.

     It was a pleasant surprise when you saw your clothing folded neatly at the end of the bed. Well, it was pleasant but also like a slap in the face. He clearly didn’t want you in his apartment longer than necessary. You took the hint and dressed quickly, grabbing your phone and wallet from where he’d placed them on the nightstand. Rushing down the hallway, you were almost to the front door when you heard Jinhwan call out to you. Turning slowly, you locked eyes with him as he stood a few feet from you. His eyebrows were furrowed, his hand scratching at his head lightly.

     “Where are you going? I made breakfast, I was about to come to get you.”

     Now it was your turn to look confused. “Why would you make me breakfast?”

     Jinhwan laughed softly. “Maybe because I wanted you to stay? So that we could talk.”

     Why would he want to talk? You could question each other, beating around the bush, forever. Or, you could cut to the chase and ask the question you were dying to know the answer to. But building up the courage to ask was as difficult as if a liquid fire was crawling up your throat. Just as you were working up the courage to spit out the question, Jinhwan moved forward until he was standing before you.

      “Was this just a one night stand?” You blurted.

     “What?” Jinhwan sputtered, eyebrows raised, an incredulous look on his face. “What would make you think that?”

     Nervously you picked at your pinky. “My clothes were folded at the edge of the bed, my stuff on the nightstand.” A deep breath. “And I was alone when I woke up.”

     “I just wanted you to be able to find things without trouble. And I never meant for you to wake up alone, I was making breakfast. Why would I make you breakfast if you were just a one night stand?” He sighed, meeting your eyes. “But what was last night to you?”

     “I,” You sucked in a deep breath. Telling the truth couldn’t be that hard. “I wanted it to be more than a once-off. I regret ending things the way I did all those years ago, I was stupid and scared of my feelings. I know this might be too little too late, but I’m sorry. I just… Is there any way we could try again?”

     A relieved smile lit up Jinhwan’s face. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”

[dolphin-enthusiast]

buonasera my sugarplum! 🌺🌟💗 i hope you are well darling! it's lovely to be back this evening!! after all, the perfect end to my nights always seem to be writing you while i lounge with my cats,, sometimes sipping on something nice,, tonight i actually have some limoncello with me hehe, only a small amount of course! after all, i don't wanna end up accidentally getting tipsy again~ 😖 (though to be fair, it was my older brother's fault last time hehehe) (1/7)

"i'm so happy to hear that you have the same taste in AA characters as i do!! (even if i haven't gotten that far yet) i was doing some more looking around to pull me farther down the rabbit hole,, and i think i'm gonna start watching the anime by the end of the week! ahhh, i really can't wait to watch it, along with more of our show ✨😉 (2/7)

today was long, as i spent most of it helping out in the neighbor's garden,, but it was fun!! i had to water and check the progress of different crops, and harvest anything that was ready! i also had to check on the bunnies of course,, i went alone this time so it took a lot of strength to get the big food bag out 😅 (3/7)

i got to pick lots of vegetables to feed them too!! one of the bunnies, who i named torrone, ate a carrot right out of my hand,, and at one point, all of them came to sit with me~!! two even layed in my lap,, i was overjoyed! my mom couldn't believe it when i told her hehehe 🐰 (4/7)

ooh, and i was sitting outside with some tea for a few hours today, when i saw a baby frog hop over to me! he hopped onto my leg, and i carefully picked him up in a napkin to be safe,, he was so cute!! the little thing was barely the size of my fingertip, but he was very curious and ended up sitting with me for two whole hours! i named him mojito since he was a bright green, hopefully i'll see him again! (5/7)

the rest of my day was spent cooking dinner, trying to avoid random flirts online, and going shopping for liquors and liqueurs,, mamma likes to bring me with her to pick out new things (but mostly to advise her on what wines she should buy hehe) my parents both seemed exhausted by the evening, so i used it as an excuse to fix up some amaretto sours with some leftover mixers... they must've liked it enough to allow me a glass of whatever i wanted 😖❤ (6/7)

awaaaa,, all of this rambling tires me out,, but i'm really happy that you all don't mind it as much as others do,, oh my, they always tell me that i need to shut up ahaha 😂 oh goodness, it's quite late now though, so i think that's all for tonight! so goodnight cuore mio, sweet dreams!! i hope you wake up smiling in the morning 💞💞💞 - hugs from the other half of the planet, your waifu 💌✨💖💕💋🌹 ps: let's add me fixing up drinks for you to the bucket list of things to do 😘💓 (7/7)"

U have no idea (once again) how thrilled i am that u got into aa and d e a d a s s everyone loves edgeworth and franziska so really big brain taste👁️ but my advice would be to not watch the anime till u finish the og trilogy (a.k.a the first 3 games) since it basically spoils everything xhdhshs but tbh the anime isnt amazing and has lots of bruh moments animation wise yet i still love it lmao esp of the voice acting....both the dub and sub slap royally (edgeworth's dub voice doe😳😤) AND OUR S E C R E T SHOW MAN AM I EQUALLY AS THRILLED FOR U TO DISCOVER MORE OF THAT TOO

N E W A Y S i have to say im fully convinced that ur some sort of earth/nature/growth/nurture goddess in disguise bc animals flopping to u further proves it ksksks never in my life was i able to like hold onto a frog for hours u have magical powers dear😳😳😳😳 u could prob command and entire army of bunnies, frogs, cats and many more if u so desired-

Also whoever told u to shut up will get the stabby cuz i aint havin none of that bs 🗿🔪 this also applies to the random flirts trynna start bs (btw i totally forgot to answer one of quinn's asks that said there was another one on instagram? Coming @ u so im gonna address it here: WII GATHERIN THE CLOWN ARMY ONCE AGAIN SISTERS👀🔪👀🔪👀🔪)

On another note, i'd totally try out ur drinks bc cocktails are a big passion of mine (then again who doesnt love em) and even more so if ur the one who made them a h a