#Frank being so knowledgeable about himself and his wants n needs

[treestargarden]

already doin a rewatch of the last of us n the second time around is so nice!!

[nebbyy]

hello could you do headcanons smut of baldwin and his chubby wife

King Baldwin x reader - Nsfw headcanons

A/N: Wow these is the first explicit stuff I write for Baldwin!! Thank you so much for this prompt, thinking of a chubby medieval woman makes me think of all the portraits of beautiful women with the most harmonious curves I've ever seen😩😩

As always painting name is Romeo and Juliet by Frank Bernard Dicksee for my art enthusiasts :))

Warning: SMUT, reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns!

Unlike modern times, a fuller body has always been sign of beauty and fertility through western history

Although during medieval times anything related to attractiveness and sensuality was deemed as "bad", that still meant that a chubby woman would've been judged not for being against the beauty standard, but to be actually too tempting for the public!

So it comes without saying that young king Baldwin thought he might pass out the first time he saw you, knowing you were his betrothed

You'd awakened something in him, this burning desire to have you, to know how your soft curves would feel in his hands, how your silky skin would brush against his own

I see him having a long series of consecutive days where he woke up drenched in sweat, body slightly trembling as he'd come out of yet another wet dream about you, lying beneath him as he had his sweet way with you

He felt himself getting more and more impatient for the wedding night day to come, to finally be able to call you his

He'd also be quite insecure at first, and scared too. What if the sight of his body repulsed you? What if you wouldn't want to go near him to avoid the risk of getting the disease as well?

He wouldn't blame you for it, it'd be the wiser decision for the both of you

But still, he prays and hopes and dreams that you'd return the attraction he felt from you from the very start. He longs for the feeling of your touch against his numb body

He's a bundle of nerves during the whole ceremony, but he's good at hiding it (well the veil covering his head is); he seems to all calm down only once you're both sitting next to each other at the banquet, and you tentatively lay your soft hand over his laying on the table, shy touches blessing his skin

That night your marriage is consumed in no time, he's basically as gentle as humanly possible while he holds you in his arms, as he's slowly penetrating you

There was no really developed knowledge of foreplay or female anatomy in the middle ages, but it just felt natural for Baldwin to keep his focus on your every reactions while the two of you are making love

He doesn't know what he's doing, and neither do you considering that at that time you probably haven't even seen a naked man other than Baldwin himself, but that doesn't stop the two of you from exploring each other, taking your time to get to know what you like, what makes your eyes roll back and your back arch

I'm not sure if he'd be down for oral, I kind of see him as being a bit self conscious of the level of decay his mouth and face has reached, and I'm not too sure his cum would actually taste good with leprosy and all

Nevertheless, his fingers and cock are more than enough to bring you more pleasure than you could ever imagine

Don't expect any public stuff, Baldwin is still an extremely religious man whose values are not to be messed with: these things are meant for the privacy of your quarters alone, there's no need for him to bring this sacred thing you two have out where all eyes could possibly see

He'd probably be more on the vanilla side, being mostly against anything related to giving pain (he'd be indifferent to receiving it since his body is mainly numb, but he wouldn't enjoy it either)

Although he would probably enjoy being the more dominant one in the bedroom, the power dynamic would still remain on a pretty balanced level: you're still his beloved wife, his only equal in his eyes. That's why I could confidently say that Baldwin is the perfect example of soft dom

His favorite position would probably be missionary, just so that he could be able to see your pretty face while he pounds into you

Also because he could get to hold your plush thighs and see the delightful rolls that form on your belly

Your body screams femininity and fertility to him, an alluring combination that gets him going for as much time as you two have

His numbness also grants him a reduced sensibility, so he can afford to go more rounds at a time without having too many problems from it

But as the years pass, his mobility becomes more restricted by his declining health, and along with his agility and stamina in battle his sickness gets the best of him even in the bedroom

And through it all, his burning desire for you was what got him going, what made him spare just a little more energies to later spend with you

The two of you would have to adapt, though, probably changing positions and frequency at which you guys have sex

You might start trying to be the one on top, and he'd guide your every movement while also trying not to lose his mind over just how perfect you look riding him, your every curve bouncing as you move up and down over his cock

He dreams of giving you a baby in those moments, filling you up to the brim, seeing your body get even fuller with your conjoint love. It really saddens him to think that it might never happen

But hope is the last one to die, and he gets his hopes up every time that he comes into your welcoming body, emptying his seed into you, hoping that one day this union will give life to a creature as beautiful as its mother

[sunflowersandsapphires]

You will become it

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

summary: When Frank lets the stress of the holidays get to him, he accidentally pushes you away.

Based on the prompt that @hellskitchenswhore posted about: Thanksgiving or Christmas Day with either Matt or Frank, inspired by the quote "If you’re raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. You will find him even when he is not there"

warnings: swearing, descriptions of anxiety, allusions to past trauma

a/n: Ugh I could write a MILLION of these because it's so relatable. I hope that this brings you all some comfort this holiday season.

w/c: 3.1k

To no one’s surprise, Frank fucking hated the holidays. After losing Maria and the kids, it was just a horrible time of year filled with bitterness over the gap in his life and the fact he’d never have a normal winter again. 

He tended to throw himself into his vigilante work, bringing the most permanent form of justice to assholes all over the city. Thanksgiving and Christmas were spent alone, unless you considered his guns valuable company, eating bland food and steeling himself against the shitty weather because he was too stubborn to buy a thicker coat. 

But then he’d met you. 

Karen had introduced you over the past summer, sort of. He’d stumbled onto the blonde’s fire escape in the middle of the night—startling the two of you who were having some kind of girls’ night after a tough week. And once Frank had collapsed, unconscious, onto the metal grates he stood on, Karen was forced into an explanation to prevent you from calling the cops. 

You’d adjusted to the knowledge that your best friend was willingly helping a fugitive faster than anyone expected—immediately jumping in with wide eyes and assisting Karen as she cleaned and dressed Frank’s numerous wounds. 

When he came to, he was settled on Karen’s couch, blankets draped over his lap. Across the room, you sipped from a wine glass as you flipped through the pages of a book. He’d hoarsely asked what you were reading and, after the initial shock from him speaking to you had worn off, you’d smiled and asked if he wanted to read with you. 

Frank was eternally smitten by your thoughtful nature. You were an angel on earth and, for some fucking reason, you were determined to brighten Frank’s life with your company, though he repeatedly reminded you that he didn’t deserve you. Despite his bumbling compliments and gruff personality, you’d eagerly agreed when he’d asked you out to dinner a week after meeting you—and you’d been together ever since. 

You hadn’t been dating long, your relationship still fresh enough to count the months spent together on one of his rough hands, but his perpetual grouchiness was slowly being chipped away by your adorable smile and apparent need to spend the majority of your time tucked against his side. 

Frank had fallen head over heels for you at the speed of light, so saying “no” to your sparkling doe eyes when you batted your lashes at him was damn near impossible. Which was how he found himself in his current predicament. 

While out at a bar with you and your colleagues at Nelson, Murdock, and Page, Red—always the antagonist—had smugly asked him if he intended to spend the holidays with you. It wasn’t a secret amongst your circle that you weren’t overly close with your family. One too many bad memories had resulted in a quieter holiday season without said family, a preferred alternative to the hours of manipulation and abuse you’d previously endured during the winter months. 

Frank was aware that you didn’t have family plans for Christmas, perfectly comfortable welcoming you into his house for an intimate few days complete with fantastic food (that the two of you would cook together) and cuddling in front of the fireplace as you nodded off. You agreed that it had been the perfect way to spend Thanksgiving, so Frank had assumed you’d be alright having a similar Christmas celebration. 

And maybe you would have, had Karen not suggested that Frank host a Christmas celebration at his place for a larger group. 

“Frank, you’ve been bragging about the turkey you cooked for a week. It’s honestly rude of you to withhold that from us.” She remarked, smirking at his resulting scowl. 

“And on the holiest day of the year too.” Murdock shook his head, shit-eating grin spreading across his face as Frank scoffed. 

“Fuck you, Red. We don’t wanna host your sleazy ass for Christmas. Right, sweetheart?” Frank’s confidence had vanished when he saw your bashful shrug. 

Avoiding his gaze, you picked at the label on your beer bottle. “I dunno, Frankie. I don’t think I’d mind a few more people…” Your voice was quiet, hesitant, but there was a hopeful edge to it that he couldn’t ignore. 

It took him all of 3 seconds to cave to your apprehensively optimistic gaze, his heart melting as you bit your lip nervously. “Sure, darlin’. What the hell?” 

He was regretting his hasty agreement now, though. 

Standing in his kitchen, surrounded by Karen, Matt, Curtis, and—thankfully—you on December 23rd, trying desperately to get the cheese sauce for his mac and cheese to combine properly as the four of you drank beer and laughed boisterously around him. As always, you were more helpful than anyone else, offering soft praises and sweet smiles as you cooked side by side, but Frank’s irritation was steadily building and even you couldn’t stop it. 

It didn’t help that he hadn’t slept well all week, familiar nightmares viciously overtaking his subconscious as soon as he closed his eyes. And the lack of sleep, combined with the way his head was pounding as he worried over the pot on the stove, meant his patience was thinner than a fishing line. 

“For fucks sake, thought y’all were here for a goddamn reason. Is this a social event now?” Frank groused, whirling around to face the four people in his kitchen as yet ANOTHER cheese sauce failed to form smoothly. 

You all fell silent, though everyone but you rolled their eyes at his grumpy tone. Not used to this side of Frank, your face fell—eyes widening as your partner barked orders, creating a much different atmosphere than the peaceful one that had surrounded your perfect Thanksgiving. Shuffling backwards a step, you stood rigid as a statue as Frank scowled. 

“Karen, wash the China I took out. Curt, chop those veggies. Murdock, peel those potatoes.” He pointed to each of them in turn before turning to you. “And clearly I can’t make this shit to save my life so you figure it out while I iron the table cloth.” 

Nodding dutifully, you removed the pot behind his hips from the heat, scraping the lumpy bechamel into the trash before making another roux. You knew Frank didn’t mean to snap at you, he was just on edge about hosting the gathering. No one else was concerned about his demeanor, so why should you be? Trying to quell the churning anxiety in your chest, you diligently completed every task you were given, silently whipping up a number of sides as the sun began to set. 

Eventually, the five of you had prepped everything but the turkey, including the decorations and table set up. Waving farewell to the other three sous chefs, you lingered by the door as you closed it behind them. 

You and Frank had previously agreed that you’d stay over for a few nights to watch Christmas movies and bake cookies, your two favorite traditions that you hadn’t shared with anyone for a few years. However, after witnessing his clear frustration, you were apprehensive. Did he still want you to stay? 

Because of your history with men taking their anger out on you, Frank’s discontent had brought out a side of you that you never wished to experience again. You were still pretty sure he hadn’t meant it, but your certainty was fading by the minute. 

Stepping back into the kitchen, you began scrubbing at the pots in the sink as quietly as possible, hoping that if you handled the rest of the work in silence, Frank wouldn’t have any reason to be upset with you anymore. Unfortunately for your nervous heart, Frank’s mood wasn’t quite over. 

“The fuck are you doin’,” Came a harsh voice from behind you. 

Willing yourself not to startle, you stayed facing the sink, your back to your raging boyfriend. “Just cleaning up, love.” Your voice was meek, but it luckily didn’t waver. 

“And I ain’t capable of doin’ that myself?” His stern response hit you like a brick. Shutting off the faucet, you wiped your hands on a towel and turned to face him, brow furrowing in confusion. 

“Of course I think you’re capable. I wanted to help you, I—“

“It’s funny, really. Y’all wanted me to host this goddamn thing and you don’t think I can do my own fuckin’ dishes?” Frank looked at you, incredulously. He never asked for your pity. 

“Frankie—“

“I don’t need your help. Get out.” He said, jerking his head to shoo you out of the room. 

Choking on an inhale, your eyes stung with unshed tears. “O-ok, Frankie.”

As he restarted the stream of scalding water, you gathered your things and headed out into the night. 

Turning off the tap, Frank dried his hands before surveying his kitchen with a satisfied nod. Banishing you from the kitchen was rude—he knew that—but, ultimately, it had allowed him to unwind while efficiently tidying up the sprawling mess that had manifested during a day of cooking. Exhaling forcefully, Frank felt a pang of guilt in his gut as he remembered how abrasively he'd treated you today. Ready to beg for your forgiveness, and offer a few ways he might be able to make it up to you, he strode over to the couch where he figured you were laying. 

“Sorry for kickin’ ya out of the room, sweetheart. Guess I needed a minute to calm down. Did ya still wanna watch a movie?” Rounding the arm of the couch to kneel before you, Frank was hit with a wave of dread as he was met with the sight of empty cushions. Treading into the bedroom, his bed was similarly bare, and his bathroom was dark and vacant. 

Heart rate spiking, he spun around in the main room of his apartment, looking for any sign of your whereabouts. Your purse and coat were gone. You’d left, but why?

Suddenly, a chilling thought occurred to him as he replayed your previous conversation. 

“I don’t need your help. Get out.”

He hadn’t clarified that he still wanted you here. You thought he had demanded that you leave the apartment altogether, not the kitchen while he worked. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

Scrambling for his phone, he snatched his keys and flew down the stairs as he dialed your number. The phone rang endlessly as he sprinted to his truck down the block. Eventually, he received your voicemail. FUCK. 

Turning his keys in the ignition, he called again. “C’mon, darlin’. Please pick up.” 

Getting your voicemail again, Frank growled in frustration, before his screen lit up with a text. 

You: Hey, bubba. I can’t talk at the moment. Is something wrong? Are you alright?

Closing his eyes in relief, and gritting his teeth as he was smacked with another wave of guilt, he cursed himself. “Of course I’m not alright,” He thought to himself, “I sent you away, sweetheart.” 

Flicking open his phone, he hastily typed out a question. 

Frank: Are you at your place?

You: Yes, love. 

Frank: I’ll be there soon. 

Speeding down the city streets, Frank couldn’t help but wish he’d realized his mistake earlier. Maybe a flower shop would've been open then. 

Chewing absently at your thumbnail, a new rush of tears rolled down your cheeks. God, you were such a coward. You’d avoided Frank’s call because you simply couldn’t handle him yelling at you for whatever you’d done to upset him. Instead, you’d texted him, hoping to hide behind a wall of messages as he explained your mistake. But it hadn’t worked that way, he was coming here. To scold you. Maybe even break up with you. 

The thought of Frank leaving you because of something you’d unknowingly done to offend him forced the air from your lungs with a sob. Desperately trying to get your emotions under control, you threw back the wine in your glass as you stared blankly towards the door. 

The footsteps in the hall were deafening, each one sending a chill down your spine as you willed your aching legs to hold you upright. A key scratched in your lock and the door slid open, the large shadow of your boyfriend extending into your apartment. Huffing out a breath as he addressed you, Frank frowned at your tear-streaked face. 

“You cannot just leave like that,” He explained, shutting the door with a loud bang that made you jump. “Did you walk home? It’s dark out!” 

Frank stepped forward, reaching his arms toward you and ice flooded your veins as you responded to the familiar motion. 

Stumbling backwards, you curled in on yourself. “I’m sorry, Frank. I’m so sorry. So sorry.” Tears splattered on the floor beneath your downcast face. You were trembling, terrified of being screamed at, or worse. 

That was when it all clicked for Frank. Your wide eyes as he bossed you around. The way your jaw remained clenched for hours as you cooked. The lack of your giggles and quips and smiles for the majority of the day. You were afraid. He’d made you afraid. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice broke as you sobbed, just out of his reach. Each of your choked inhales broke off another piece of his shattered heart. “Oh, honey, no. Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry.” 

Crouching in front of you, keeping enough distance to hopefully not spook you further, Frank brought his hands into a placating gesture. As he exposed his palms to you, you looked at him with glassy eyes. “Darlin’ I’m not upset with you. I ain’t ever been upset with ya, not once. I was grouchier than normal today and I didn’t realize I was being too cruel. I ain’t mad, sweet girl. Could never be mad at my sweetheart.” 

You nodded, but didn’t seem to be registering his words. Crumbling to the floor in front of him, you were practically hyperventilating at this point, stuttering through apologies between shallow breaths. 

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna choke. Let’s sit on the couch for a minute.” Supporting your weight as you collapsed into his chest, Frank scooped you up and carried you over to the couch. He settled down, sitting your shaking body in his lap. Shushing you gently, he tucked your head under his chin, running a broad hand along your spine. “Breathe, sweet girl. Can’t have my baby suffocatin’ because of my dumb ass.” 

Breathing deeply to demonstrate the action for you, Frank eventually felt your body still, your inhales evening out. 

“‘M so sorry, Frankie.” You whispered hoarsely against his neck. 

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, my beautiful girl. You were just tryin’ to help. I’m sorry for bein�� such an ass.” Pulling back from you to study your face, Frank brought a hand up to cradle your jaw as he swiped away the remaining tears from your damp cheeks. “I didn’t mean to send ya home, darlin’. I just wanted you to sit on the couch while I cleaned up.” Continuing quickly as he watched your lips part with another apology, he added, “That ain’t your fault either. It definitely seemed like I was kickin’ ya out. That’s also on me.”

Nodding hesitantly, you leaned into him with a tired sigh. “Ok.”

“Did ya want me to leave, sweetheart? I know I scared you,” 

“No!” Your hand came up to grasp his jacket, clinging to him fearfully. “Don’t leave me, Frankie, please.” 

“Hey, hey, I ain’t leavin’ unless you want me to, darlin’.” Frank promised, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m here as long as you’ll put up with me.” 

“I don’t want you to leave.” You murmured, tracing a finger over the folds in his lapel. 

“Then I’ll be here.” He assured you, stroking a hand over your back once again as he reclined, tugging you on top of him and covering you both with a blanket from the back of your couch. “Right here. Always.”

 The pair of you sat in silence for a spell, focusing on getting your breathing back under control. Eventually, Frank pressed another kiss to your head before offering an explanation. “I shouldn’t have snapped atcha, sweet girl. I was tired, and irritated, and I let it out on all of you. That ain’t fair and I’ll try to keep my cool next time.” 

Nodding gratefully against him, you mumbled a quivering “Thank you.” 

“Of course, doll. I scared ya when I kicked ya out?” He asked, hoping you’d clarify so he could prevent this panic in the future. 

“Mmhmm.” You confirmed. “I, um, I don’t do well when people raise their voices. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be sensitive.” 

“Hey now,” Frank admonished as gently as he could. “I like my sensitive girl. I’ll try not to yell. I didn’t know it would bother you so much, darlin’.” 

You shrugged. “People got angry with me a lot when I was a kid. Especially the men in my family. Maybe I was an easy target, I don’t know. But I jump to conclusions now because of it.” 

“That makes sense, honey. That’s your brain tryin’ to protect you from big scary guys like me.” Frank joked, but you poked his chest. 

“You’re not scary,” You chided. “Just big.” 

He chuckled at that. “Well, I’ll try to keep bein’ ‘not scary’ and promise to listen whenever you choose to warn me about this stuff, ok?” 

“Ok.” You agreed, lips twitching into a faint smile as he brushed his nose into your hair. Turning your face to his, your lips met in a sweet kiss. 

“Have I done anythin’ else that bothers ya?” Frank asked, fear sparking in his chest. 

Shaking your head vehemently, you snuggled into him. “No. You’re wonderful.” 

“Ok. Just tell me, darlin’. I never want ya to be afraid of me.”  

“‘M not afraid of you, Frankie. Promise.” 

“Ok, sweetheart. Did ya wanna go to bed, or stay here for a bit?” 

“Could we go to your place?” You asked timidly. 

“Of course, love. But only if you let me carry you out to the car. My poor girl has had a rough day and it’s my job to make that up to her.” 

You giggled. “Mmm kay.” 

Frank spoke quietly to you as you traveled back to his apartment, talking about the book he was reading and what he was excited about for the holiday. You remained quiet, the exhaustion of your panic attack weighing on you, but you were filled with a pleasant warmth as Frank shared more of himself with you. 

Once he’d carried you into his home and tucked you into bed, you were barely awake. 

“Sleep well, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Comforted by Frank’s rumbling promise, you drifted off, dreaming only of his smiling face. 

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Day 11: meet cute

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

A special one, I really enjoyed writing it. Reblog if you liked it!

Spencer walked through the gallery in silence, paying attention to all the paintings and trying to give them his own interpretation. For some strange reason, being in those places relaxed him greatly and right now it was what he needed most: a well-deserved respite after a long day of work.

“Good night,” he greeted a young woman, who was attentively looking at a painting.

The woman he saw couldn't have been more than thirty years old and her clothing was... how to put it? Something eccentric. All the clothes were vibrant tones and she wore a woven bag with uneven parts, who knows if it was on purpose or not.

“Good night,” you murmured just as kindly, keeping your hands in the pockets of your colorful jacket.

The painting in front of you was, in short, something grotesque. But it wasn't in a bad way, it had a certain special touch that made it… Spencer couldn't even describe it. It was very good, but to some extent uncomfortable to look at. Almost like a ritualistic crime scene that he was so used to: beautiful, but at the same time terrifying.

"Do you like it?"

“Huh?” the man asked, fearing he had misheard the girl next to him. She nodded toward the exhibit and her brain filled in the blanks. “The painting? Yes, I think it's very good. I'm afraid I'm not a great connoisseur of artistic currents, but from a very point of view this could be part of The Black Paintings, Francisco de Goya's collection”

“I know them,” you said happily. “My favorite is that one about Saturn devouring his son. You know, the one where they're eating a…” you started to say, making signs with your hands that he understood immediately.

“I think art is very subjective, like everything in the world. Some people may consider the Mona Lisa a masterpiece and others may appreciate more the style of Van Gogh or the cubism of Picasso and they are all right. Each person enjoys art things that reflect the content of their soul and I think that is the beautiful thing about paintings, don't you think?

“You know a lot for someone who is not knowledgeable about art” you smiled, feeling captivated by the way the stranger next to you expressed himself.

“Actually I say that I am not a connoisseur because I don’t want to offend those who are. I've only read a couple of books on the subject and... well, I love coming to museums, but that's all”

“Honestly, I think it's very ugly,” you said suddenly, turning your head slightly to observe the painting “It looks a little strange on the bottom, whoever did it should improve their technique a little.”

Spencer felt strange hearing such a cruel comment coming from a person who seemed to be sweet, but he figured you would have your reasons for holding that opinion. He considered leaving there but his attempt was interrupted by another presence, this time a man dressed in an elegant suit who approached you.

“Miss Y/L/N” he greeted you cordially, while you shook his hand “I see you came to appreciate our exhibition, do you like the light we put there? Does it help the colors of the work or do you want us to change it to a warmer one?”

“Oh, don't worry Frank. I like that one, it makes it look gloomy” you answered nonchalantly “You just should put it somewhere else, I'm not very proud of this one in particular”

"What are you talking about? Many people liked it. Isn't it good, gentleman?” he asked, turning to Spencer who was watching the two of them curiously.

“It's beautiful,” he confessed. He actually thought that, he wasn't saying it out of commitment or anything, and his response made you smile sheepishly.

"Stop. Everything is perfect here, thank you for giving it a home in your gallery”

“And there will be more spaces in the future, think about it,” the man murmured, squeezing your shoulder warmly and friendly. “Have a good night, excuse me.”

“Goodbye, Frank.”

The two of you watched the man walk down the hallway until he got lost in a turn and then the agent turned his attention to you.

“So you're an artist?”

“I try that” you laughed. He took a look at you and then at the picture in front of you, as if he had a hard time believing that you were the creator, of course due to the difference in styles that both elements had “But I like that people don't know, so I can hear honest opinions. And I appreciate yours, you are very kind.”

"I only say what I see"

“Would it be very bold of me if I asked you to be my model one day?” you asked cautiously, hoping not to scare him with your request.

"A model?"

“I really like your jaw,” you exclaimed, pointing a finger in the air at the line you were talking about. “And the way your hair falls. They are nice to paint”

“Well, I…I would be flattered,” Spencer said, not knowing how to react to what you had just said. Something like that had never been suggested to him and he felt strange, but excited at the same time.

“Do you want to write me your number?”

“I can give you my card,” he stammered, digging in his briefcase so he could give you the piece of paper. When he extended it to you, you analyzed it with curiosity.

“Dr. Spencer Reid. FBI” you read, quite impressed “So we both got a surprise today, huh?”

"Definitely"

“I'll call you,” you promised, pocketing the card warily and rewarding him with one of yours. They were simpler with hand-painted details and with fewer titles, but it would be useful for him to contact you “And who knows, maybe the next time you come it will be you who is in the gallery.”

Spencer blushed at the thought and smiled at you, wondering how possible that was. You responded to the smile with pleasure, because unintentionally you had just found the one who would permanently become your muse.

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[angelic-dew]

Can I get some yan tanjiro pls?

# yandere tanjiro headcannons !

▸🥢・yuri's thoughts :: this request is so old, i am so sorry.

▸🍂・pairing :: Tanjiro K. x g/n reader — {you/your pronouns}

▸✖ ・trigger warnings :: yandere. isolation. possessive behaviour. occ? obsessions. delusions. jealousy. manipulation. grammatical errors. || proofread.

⚝Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere which is stricken to the core with pure 'love'; well that's what he tends to call it. All his love and dedication is solely devoted towards his angelic darling, nothing could compare to how you make him feel - it's as if you're a simple treasure, that he must keep safe and hidden away from the greediness of the world.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that doesn't show his yandere tendencies often, to be frank, they never show unless it's a life-or-death situation. However, he tends to always reassure you more often than not, even when you don't need it. Kamado is always professing his undying lust for you in the simplest of ways: either soft praises of his own sentimental value towards you or a gentle gaze accompanied by a slight smile is always enough.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that cannot bare to see you in pain, furthermore, to see your beloved eyes beginning to weep and sob; he truly can't bare to behold a sight such as that, so more often than not, he would do almost anything in his power to keep you happy. Your smile is what he cherishes most. In fact, that's what attracted him to you in the first place, your captivating smile, it was just so alluring and he craves to see that sight more and more.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that spoils you from time to time; that being small gifts or maybe a thing or two you were eyeing at the market the other day. He does tend to pay his utmost attention to your every want and need, he's always listening to you - the slayer is just too wrapped around your finger, my dear, he will listen to your every beck and call, despite how ridiculous they may be. Anything to keep you happy after all.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that never shuts his trap about you. Singing your praises to the top of his lungs as if you're some God when he's away from you on a mission of some sort. He has constant reminders from Zenitsu to kindly shut up but those words tend to fall on deaf ears, for his beloved angel calls his name, every hour of each day, despite their presence being absent.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that manipulates you right from the start. It was his best attempt at a pacifist way of claiming you as his own for good. He spends his time with you when he's not on missions, whether that's enjoying your presence near him or Kamado savouring the conversation you both share together.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that with every individual word that comes out of that mouth of his, it is inclined to store such overbearing emotion behind them. Especially when he locked his eyes on you with such sweet eyes and a tender smile always plastering itself along his face. His voice was inevitably solemn and gentle; as the passion he felt for you was evident within his pupils.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that will make himself familiar with your hobbies/interests. Either trying them out himself or gaining more knowledge about said thing. It always fills him with pure joy to hear you talk about what makes you happiest in the world, and now that he's familiarized with them - he can understand that passion of yours to a greater degree.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that loathes in your loves. He wants it all for himself, he doesn't mind that he's selfish; all he really needs is you, his angel and your love is the purest thing he can get in life.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that doesn't take kindly to rivals, of course, he won't do anything drastic, however, jealousy still radiates off him by the boatload, it's always clear in his demeanour when he feels this type of way. Whether this person may be close to him or not, the only one he truly trusts you around is Nezuko - everyone else is out of the question.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that due to his jealousy, has to find a way to make the 'problem' go away, that is when he finds himself approaching you while the person is with you. Offering you some food or asking you to help him out with some matters. If all fails he pulls you in by the waist and pecks your cheek.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that needs you, to be with you desperately. He loves to savour your beauty your everything; his words are gentle but his intentions are darker and growing more calculated and precise every day he spends with you, that 'love' of his is also growing, like a flame, rapidly burning more as the warmth takes over. He's hooked on you like a drug, a drug he can't get enough of.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that is fully aware of what his actions may cause. The loss of friends and such, he's fully aware and it barely stings him as he does realize the mess he is making. After all, you're his, and he's pulling you closer to him every day; to the point, you feel like he's your world. You're so dependent on him. It's almost pathetic. But don't worry my dear, that's what he wants - he is more than capable of suiting your every demand.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that is an addict for you, and he surely knows that. He's waiting for the day he can claim you as his forever soulmate, for even death cannot draw him apart from you.

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[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 42 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

A/N: I must apologise for how slow I have been updating lately - August has been quite the month. The story is almost done (for now at least) - I had hoped to end on ch42 because that is the perfect number, but it is going to need a couple more before this part of the fic is done. Thank you for having patience with me. I will get there, I promise. Love and hugs to all.

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 42.    Very Distracting

As far as Steve could tell, most people were now milling around gossiping rather than having the heavy conversations. After the ice cream break, the kids had been noticeably more relaxed, which seemed to have helped the adults do the same. Owens was having his ear bent off by Ted Wheeler, but looked like he was handling it better than Ted deserved.

Steve had checked in with his mom and dad with a few looks across the room, but he didn’t want to interrupt them unless they needed him to. Robin was chatting to Nancy and Jonathan and she’d given him a quick shake of the head when he had almost gone over, so he was keeping his distance. Nancy hadn’t quite been herself since the whole shooting incident. She was doing her best, but it had clearly shaken her, and he didn’t want to make that worse. If there was anything he needed to know, Robin would fill him in later.

Hence, he found himself in a group with Eddie and his bandmates. The conversation seemed to have progressed to something about comparing the actual Upside Down creatures with their DnD namesakes. He was following about half of it because he had no idea about stats or anything like that and his knowledge of DnD was limited. Eddie kept bringing him in to the conversation for his first-hand experience with the real monsters, but that was about it.

It didn’t help that he was continually being distracted by Gareth waving his hands around while talking and reminding him of the injury to the younger guy’s hand. Then there was Jeff, perched on the arm of one of the couches because his foot was giving him trouble.

It was driving him crazy. The stress of the last few days had made him hyperaware. Gareth, Jeff and Frank were firmly in the ours camp now, even if Steve didn’t know them well personally. The way Eddie interacted with his friends made him feel warm inside and it brought the three boys under Steve’s umbrella of ‘must protect’.

“Stevie, are you okay?”

The words parsed in his head mostly because Eddie also placed a hand on his arm.

“What, yeah, sorry,” he said, shaking his head to clear it.

“We boring you, Harrington?” Gareth asked, although there was no malice behind the words.

“Well I have no idea what you guys are talking about half the time, but no,” he replied with a grin. “You’re distracting me.”

“Me? Why am I distracting?” Gareth asked.

Steve just waved in the general direction of the younger boy’s hand.

“It’s those non-existent Italian ancestors of yours,” Frank said with a laugh, “and the bandage just makes it worse.”

“I told you, I can’t help it if my favourite babysitter during my formative years was Italian and I picked up her tendency to talk with her hands when I am passionate about something,” Gareth protested.

“More like passionate about her,” Jeff teased.

“I was at a very impressionable age,” Gareth said, “and it’s not like I can do anything about the splint. I’m not allowed to take it off for another week. Can’t risk these talented hands.”

Taking a deep breath, Steve knew this was probably his only opening.

“What if you could?” he asked.

The others all looked at him.

“Stevie, are you offering what I think you’re offering?” Eddie asked, leaning in so no one around them would be able to hear.

He nodded.

“It’s driving me crazy, okay,” he confessed.

Eddie’s eyes quickly danced around the room.

“How about we head outside so we can talk in private?” Eddie suggested.

Steve was not about to argue with that and the other guys, although clearly surprised didn’t object either. His mom raised her eyes in a clear question as he met her gaze across the room when they started for the pool room and he pointedly looked at Gareth’s hand and hoped she got the message. For a second she frowned, but he gave her a small smile and she returned an understanding nod. His mom knew him well.

They made it outside without anyone else trying to stop them and Steve led everyone over to the pool loungers. Far enough away from the house so no one would overhear, but obvious enough if anyone was looking for them.

“You want to fix my hand?” Gareth asked because no one could claim the Corroded Coffin boys did not catch on fast.

Steve nodded.

“And Jeff’s foot,” he admitted.

“But you barely know us. Doesn’t that hurt you?” Gareth said. “What do you mean it’s driving you crazy?”

“Hate to be the one to break it to you, Boys,” Eddie said, stepping in to lighten the mood, “but you got adopted. There’s no getting away now, you’re trauma bonded to the Party and it’s a done deal.”

“What Eddie means is you’re all one of us now,” Steve decided to explain in plainer language. “My instincts don’t like seeing anyone of the party hurt.”

“But no one knows about you,” Jeff pointed out. “I could swing it with my mom and dad by putting on a bit of a limp for a couple of days and making out it got better, but Gar’s parents are here and will notice if he suddenly stops wearing the bandage.”

“Tell them El did it,” Steve replied. “It’s how we sold healing Max before Owens found out.”

Gareth still looked unsure. This was still all so new to them, Steve could understand why he was hesitant.

“Well, I’m in,” Jeff said, sitting back and lifting his leg onto one of the loungers. “My foot is killing me from all this standing around.”

Steve sat down opposite him, back to the house so no one inside would be able to see what he was doing. Eddie sat down next to him to make sure.

“It won’t take long, and it won’t hurt,” Steve told Jeff. “Just relax.”

“Promise?” Jeff asked with a small grin.

“Cross my heart,” Steve replied in kind, making the cross on his chest.

Reaching out, he took Jeff’s hand with his right and placed his left lightly on Jeff’s leg. With one last glance at Eddie, he closed his eyes and slipped into the half state that allowed his abilities to be at their most powerful. Jeff resolved in his awareness, a warm presence like slipping into a warm bath. Steve let his instinct guide him as he gently urged Jeff’s own healing into overdrive. There was nothing twisted here, nothing healing wrong, just trauma that was healing slowly on its own that needed a little help.

It really didn’t feel like it took any effort as Steve coaxed natural healing into full force and fast speed. He was blinking open his eyes before he knew it and the world resolved in time for him to see Jeff also open his eyes and stifle a yawn.

“I feel like I just had the most amazing nap,” Jeff said, clearly a little dazed.

“How’s the foot?” Frank asked.

From the look on his face, it hadn’t even occurred to Jeff to check yet.

“Oh my god, I can wiggle my toes without shooting pains going up my leg,” Jeff said, smile growing by the second. “Harrington, I owe you big time.”

“Call me Steve and we’ll call it even,” he replied with an answering smile.

He was more than a little pleased his nose didn’t feel remotely stuffy either. He was definitely getting better at this.

“Thank you, Steve,” Jeff replied.

Gareth was still looking unsure.

“I promise I don’t bite,” Steve said.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Eddie put in with a winning grin.

Steve rolled his eyes, but it did get Gareth moving. The younger boy sat down on Steve’s other side.

“You’re sure?” Gareth asked.

“Very,” Steve promised.

“Okay,” Gareth said and held out his hand.

“Thank you,” Steve replied, closing his eyes before Gareth had a chance to respond to that.

As soon as he sank into his healing awareness, Steve knew it was not going to be as simple as with Jeff. There was something wrong with the way Gareth’s fingers were healing. Simply encouraging them to continue would not be enough. Without hesitation he smashed through the barrier with his own energy, feeling Gareth’s spikey presence clearly. He was like a thorn bush in Steve’s mind, prickly, but protective and some of his thorns were twisted and hurting.

Steve let his instincts free, but there was resistance. He had no idea what it was, but he pushed it aside with a thought, and got on with what he needed to do. It was much harder than with Jeff, but so much easier than anything he had done two days ago that he barely had to think about it.

When he came back to himself this time, however, Eddie was holding a tissue under his nose.

“Thanks,” he said as he centred himself back in reality and took over from Eddie.

That was when he looked down and saw the little bits of bandage lying on the concrete between the loungers. Gareth’s hand was now bare.

“Um,” he said, because he had no explanation for that.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asked. “Any loop the looping?”

“No,” he replied, still staring at the shredded bandage. “Did I do that?”

“Well El and Will are inside, so I’m guessing yes,” Eddie replied. “One minute everything was quiet, then you frowned and poof, exploding splint.”

“Wow,” Gareth said, flexing his hand. “That’s amazing.”

“It was healing wrong,” Steve tried to explain, partially to himself as well as the others, “there was resistance to healing it right.”

“Oh,” Gareth said.

“What did you do, Gare?” Frank asked.

“The dressing came loose with everything going on the other day,” Gareth confessed. “I didn’t want to bother anyone, so I rewrapped it myself.”

Frank cuffed him upside the head.

“Idiot,” was Frank’s unequivocal conclusion.

“There’s a first aid kit in the downstairs bathroom,” Steve decided quickly, “we can rewrap it so no one else catches on. Then you can break it to your parents once you get home.”

He stood up, and promptly sat back down again.

“Okay, maybe I should stay still for a while,” he admitted.

“I’ll get what we need and three candy bars too,” Eddie decided. “No one is fainting on my watch. You two, stay put too.”

No one disobeyed Eddie when he used that tone of voice.

~*~

El was more than happy to take credit for Steve’s healing efforts once he had a chance to talk to her. She seemed to think it was perfectly logical for Steve to have done what he had done, which made him feel a lot better. She’d even dragged Gareth off for a few minutes and made sure his parents saw.

It wasn’t much longer before people began to make noises about leaving. The last thing Owen did was give everyone a copy of the press release that would be going out the next day along with a press conference Hopper was going to lead. All the members of the party also had packets of information for their parts in the cover story with ‘destroy after reading’ on every page inside. It seemed they all had homework.

Steve sat down on one of the couches with his packet once everyone was gone. He was missing Robin already, but she had needed to go home with her parents after landing so much on them in one day. Eddie folded into the seat next to him, but it wasn’t quite the same since he couldn’t pull Eddie to him without raising questions.

“This is like a campaign,” Eddie said, looking through his papers. “Wow, Owens wasn’t kidding about making us heroes.”

“Really?” Steve asked, pulling everything out of his own packet.

He flipped through a couple of pages and was honestly stunned. There was a lot of information he was going to need to digest at a later date, but he got the gist. When this got out, Hawkins was going to known for a hell of a lot more than the earth opening and swallowing most of the main street.

End of Chapter 42

Chapter 43

[americancowgirl19]

The Finding

Summary: You’re a Black Widow working for Fisk. You’re sent to kill the Punisher and Daredevil. It’s not everyday you’re sent to kill your soulmates

Warnings: angst, mind control, fluff, very minor forced self-harm

Reader: Female Black Widow Reader

Pairings: Frank Castle x Female Reader x Matt Murdock, Platonic Yelena x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,488

A/n: Ok, so legit the only thing I know about Frank Castle is what I've rea in fan fiction. From that alone, plus my love for the actor himself, I couldn't help but to write him into the fic. With that being said, plus my general lack of knowledge of the Daredevil TV show, let's just ignore the show's plot that contradicts what's written in the fic, ok? Just read it like it is its own thing, make sense? Good.

Part Two!

Masterlist

'The Finding' is a phenomenon not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Only those who have discovered their soulmate understand how The Finding changes lives. Soulmates are a concept known worldwide. Everyone wants one but not everyone is lucky enough to meet their destined.

To signify that you've met your destined a beautiful mark becomes embroidered onto your chest. The ones that have is swear it hums as if it's alive... Alive with your soulmate. In reality the 'humming' is the flow of the magical bond. It's a comfort no matter how far you are from your soulmate.

There are a lucky few who find more than one person that they're destined to be with. Those rare groups find their mark expanding and becoming more intricate.

Soulmates are truly a wonderful thing. Something that needs to be cherished and protected because just like every good thing in this world it can be stolen, broken, and manipulated.

----

"What is this?" Fisk asks, walking off the elevator and into the room. Wesley follows just a step behind them. Both men approach the woman, you, standing in the center of the floor.

You're standing taut in black tactical gear. Your hands are clasped behind your back with your feet slightly wider than shoulder width apart. Your hair is pulled out of your face in a secure braid.

"A gift from Dreykov," Wesley explains, remaining respectfully in the background. Fisk slowly walks around you. "He heard about our problem with both the Punisher and Daredevil. He wanted to repay the favor you did for him last year,"

"So, he sent me one of his Black Widows," Fisk concludes, coming to a stop in front of you.

"She's from the newest batch," Wesley says, approaching him with a tablet. "He promises complete compliance and total control," Fisk takes the tablet from him and looks over the options.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Wesley, but I thought Dreykov and the Black Widow program was taken apart two weeks ago," Fisk mentions, familiarizing himself with your strengths and weaknesses.

"That is correct, sir," Wesley nods. "He sent her right before his downfall. There is a group working to free the remaining Widows from Dreykov's programing but should that happen there's a secondary control. It's experimental but should allow you to remain in control,"

"Send her out tonight," Fisk decides. "Let's see if she can handle our problem,"

"Yes, sir" Wesley nods, accepting the tablet from Fisk.

----

"Fuck!" Frank shouts picking up the nearest chair and launching it across the room. He continues to grumble in annoyance even as the chair clatters to the ground. Both him and Matt had worked their asses off tracking down Fisk only for him to not be in the building.

"There's someone else," Matt mutters, almost too low for Frank to pick up. Frank turns towards him but Matt's facing the entrance. When his eyes follow to where Matt's facing, he sees a silhouette.

"And who are you?" Frank snips, regripping his gun. Neither of them gets a response. "Fuck this," Frank lifts his gun and fires before Matt could stop him. Having known he would lash out you rolled out of the way in time.

The instant your back on your feet you're sprinting towards the two men. Matt intercepts you first. You dodge and block his hits while trying to land on one of your own. Soon you're able to throw an elbow into his jaw disorienting him enough to throw an uppercut to his nose. He stumbles back and you use his disbalance to your advantage. Sweeping your leg out you knock him off of his feet.

Before you could continue hitting him Frank makes his presence known. He grabs your vest and manhandles you away from Matt. You use his momentum to swing yourself onto his shoulders. You elbow his face as he struggles to throw your off. You clench your thighs around his head slowly cutting off his oxygen.

Reaching for the knife strapped to your thigh you pull it from his sheathe. You lift it dramatically before thrusting it towards his chest. Frank's eyes widen and he takes his hand from your thigh to grab your wrist. Without his hand on your thigh, you're able to cut off more oxygen.

In the corner of your eye, you notice Matt coming towards the two of you quickly. Narrowing your eyes in annoyance you swing your body forcing Frank to lose balance. The two of you fall to the ground. In the process your knife lodges into Franks shoulder causing him to groan.

You climb off of the Punisher and pull our gun from its holster. You take aim and quickly fire at Daredevil. He dodges and continues to advance. Releasing a frustrated sound, you abandon the gun and pull another knife from your belt.

Slashing at Matt, you continue to go for the kill, but Matt deflects your stabs. You manage to get a few cuts and add a couple of more bruises but nothing life threatening.

When Frank comes up behind you and grabs your hair you go with him. You thrust your head back into his before throwing an elbow into his nose. You grab his arm and launch him over your shoulder and into Matt. You grab your gun again and take aim. The kill shot is there until you're called off.

When Matt and Frank separate, they quickly search for you but you're nowhere to be found.

----

Fisk holds the tablet in his hand and looks over the footage. He has a small grin on your face as he watches your interaction with the Punisher and Daredevil. He was confident that you were the key to his problem.

"Why call her off?" Wesley questions.

"Tonight, was a test. Now we know that she is more than capable of taking on our problem areas," Fisk says.

"When will we send her to finish it?" Wesley asks.

"Tomorrow,"

----

"Who the fuck was that Red?" Frank asks, assisting Matt into the kitchen chair. Matt groans but relaxes once seated.

"I don't know," He mutters, his mind racing with tonight's events. "I've never gone up against them before. They have to work for Fisk,"

"No shit," Frank mutters, hissing as he takes his shirt off. "Fuck," He whispers, looking at his stab wound.

"You need stitches," Matt says and Frank simply grunt.

"What the shit?" Frank whispers, his eyes falling from his shoulder to his chest.

"What is it?" Matt asks, sensing something was off. Frank doesn't answer. He turns towards Matt and stares at his clothed chest. Knowing he had to see if it was true, Frank drags a chair right beside Matt. "What's wrong?"

"Sit forward," Frank says, quietly. Matt obeys not understanding where he was going with this. Gently, Frank works on taking Matt's leather vest off. Matt groans slightly but helps him slide it off his body.

As the vest hits the floor, Frank looks over Matt's chest. He raises his hand and tenderly traces the mark on his chest. His mark on his soulmate's chest. Matt releases a soft sigh and leans further forward. Frank glances at Matt's face with a soft smile before flickering his eyes back to Matt's chest.

"It's bigger," Frank whispers. Matt tilts his head. He slowly takes his mask off allowing his aimless eyes to be seen.

"What do you mean?" Matt asks, not understanding. Hesitantly, Matt reaches out and brushes his fingers along Frank's mark. A calming and familiar sensation washes over Frank causing a soft sigh to come from his lips.

When his fingers graze over the new section, Matt pauses. Frank watches him intently to gage his reaction. It doesn't take long for Matt to come to the same conclusion.

"A third?" Matt breathes quietly. Frank lets out a breathy laugh.

"How much are you willing to bet it's that bitch from the warehouse?" Frank asks. Matt smirks.

"It can never be easy with us, can it?" Matt asks. Frank groans slouching in his seat. He remembers how long it took for the two of them to get past their differences and even now they have their struggling moments. Now they want to add an assassin working for Fisk into the mix?

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Red" Frank mutters, nudging Matt's knee with his own.

----

"Sir," Wesley says, hesitantly disturbing Fisk's dinner with his wife. Fisk sighs and gives him a warning glare. "It's important," Fisk sighs, apologizes to his wife, before following Wesley.

"What is it?" He asks, his voice hard and dangerous. Wesley only responds with a photo of your chest and stomach.

"Was that there before?" Fisk asks, his eyes gazing over the infamous mark.

"No," Wesley shakes his head. "All Black Widows are taken before they complete the Finding. Protocall for all Black Widows is to eliminate whoever has the twin marking,"

"And do we know who has the twin?" Fisk questions.

"From the size of the mark I suspect that she is part of a group. These people would have been together and encountered her at the same time while she was out during her mission," Wesley informs him. A moment passes before Fisk comes to the same conclusion as Wesley.

"Well, this is an interesting development,"

----

"You know this is a trap, right?" Frak asks, crouching beside Matt. Matt doesn't respond, instead he listens in on what's going on inside the building. "You don't care..." Frank mutters, not surprised nor disappointed. He didn't care it was a trap either.

The both of them had agreed to try and get through to you. They didn't know why you were working for Fisk but maybe they could convince you to turn your back on him. You had to know they were your soulmates, right? Matt hoped that would be enough but Frank knew if you were as stubborn as he was then it wouldn't. You'd ignore the soulmate bond and continue on until your mission was over.

"She's inside," Matt says, standing on the ledge. "So is Fisk," Matt's fists clench tightly.

"So, we going in?" Frank asks, checking his ammo. Matt doesn't respond, something caught his attention.

"We're not alone," Matt mutters. Frank tenses, slides a magazine into the gun before whipping around. He takes aim at the woman behind them.

"I wouldn't fire that if I were you," A thick Russian accent warns. "You fire that and everyone in that building will know we're here,"

"Who are you?" Matt questions toughly.

"A... friend," she says. "A friend of Y/n,"

Even though neither Matt nor Frank had been introduced to you they knew the name was yours.

"You two really don't know what you're going up against, do you?"

----

They had a plan going into the building. Really, they did. Of course, like every other plan of theirs it went to shit three steps in the room.

Any thoughts of surprise and stealth were thrown out the window once Frank opened fire in the lobby forcing Matt and their new ally, Yelena, to improvise.

By the time they reached you the three of them were breathing heavily, slightly bruised, and Matt had a cut on his chin.

"You sure that pixie dust is gonna work?" Frank asks, eyeing you as you stand in front of them awaiting orders.

To be honest, when Yelena had told them the whole spiel about you and Black Widows and mind control Frank didn't believe a single word she said. If it wasn't for Matt vouching for her, he would have opened fire on her before going to get you.

However, as he stares at your emotionless face, he begins to believe Yelena. You looked at him, Matt and Yelena - who claims to be a good friend of yours- as if this is the first meeting. You have no recognition nor emotion in your eyes. It's like you're a machine waiting for orders.

The three of them move towards you but Fisk's voice stops them. He begins monologuing about their need to surrender or suffer the consequences. Frank promptly told him to fuck off and continues towards you but stops again when you bring a knife to your wrist. Without flinching you press the tip of the blade into your skin.

"Make another move and I'll have her cut up to her elbow," Fisk threatens.

"I'm done waiting," Yelena grumbles, having spotted Fisk's hiding spot. In a heartbeat she has her gun drawn and firing at his position. Fisk takes cover at the same time Matt and Frank launch themselves towards you.

You stay still as if you're a statue. You don't flinch as Frank rips the knife from you and Matt disarms you of any other weapons. Eventually, Yelena has to reload which gives Fisk enough time to send you into fight mode. Even without any weapons you're deadly. Matt doesn't want to hurt you and focuses on staying on defense. Frank doesn't want to hurt you either but is willing to do so if it gives him a chance to knock you out. He'd rather knock you out than watch you kick his and Matt's ass.

"Hold her!" Yelena shouts racing over to the three of you. Matt finds an opening and tackles you to the ground. He holds your arms and Frank quickly lays across your legs.

Yelena slides across the floor and breaks the capsule of red dust under your nose. You breathe in deeply and stop fighting. Matt and Frank hesitate to release you.

It slow but you begin to regain consciousness. You try to blink away the bleariness. When everything clears up, you're hyper aware of everything. Goosebumps cover your arms around the leather covered hands pinning you to the ground. In fact, not only are your hands pinned but so are your legs but instead of feeling threatened you feel safer than you have your entire life.

"Yelena?" You whisper, recognizing the woman above you. She smiles with clear relief and nods. She holds your head in an attempt to help ground not only you but herself as well.

"Yeah, it's me," She whispers back.

"Wh-where am I?" You whisper, your eyes going towards a man in red leather before falling to a man in a black and white shirt. You didn't know either of them yet there's this familial feeling. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain everything later," Yelena promises. "But right now, we have to get out of here, alright?" She asks, regaining your attention. "You're safe," She promises.

"Ye-yeah, alright," You nod, agreeing to go with them. The two men slowly release you and you find their distance, no matter how small, to be too much. You want to bring them back to you but restrain yourself. Yelena gently tugs on your arm and leads you out of the building and somewhere safe.

[trina864]

Getting It Your Way | Jung Hoseok

                       **Minors do not read** 

Summery: Your best friend, Hoseok, have just released his new album and you couldn’t be more proud. But with a new album comes a listening party where he for the first time invites you. You being a supportive friend couldn’t say no to him, but did he realize that it would be the first time for you to meet the members? 

Paring: Idol!Hoseok x f!Reader | F2L

Genre: Romance, Fanfiction. || Smut, fluff, angst.  | SLOW BURN. 

Word count: 14.6 k.  A long one I know...  

Warnings: Alcohol consuming, intimidate dancing, slapping, oral F. rec., no condom F. on the pill tho, face riding, switch! Hoseok, sub! reader, public $3x.

‣ A/N: I was inspired by the Bangtan Bomb showing the listening party for Jhopes new album, Jack in the box. I would say that this story is (maybe?) me trying to honor Jhopes new album cause it is really phenomenal. Hope you like the story. (;     

“Y/N you have to come! I can’t do this without you!” 

“Yes you can! You’ll be fine! You have your members, you don’t need me there beside what am I supposed to do there? drink while staring at you having fun?”

“You could dance with the rest of us, or try and talk to some people, besides you know I wouldn’t just let you sit and do nothing.” Of course you knew that Hoseok wouldn’t, and if you were honest you were only trying to find excuses to not go with him. 

You weren’t normally the shy type, communication skills was a basic knowledge for you making it very easy for you to be around strangers and friends, but there was something in you that felt so terrified, so intimidated when thinking about meeting the rest of Hoseoks friends. The people who would be there were either famous like him or just really talented artists which you could only ever dream about becoming.

Hoseok could see the hesitation in you, he could read you like an open book, but he also knew that you would truly love to be there as the atmosphere would be right up your street. Hoseok was like you, good to be around strangers, but there was a calmness and easiness over you which he never could learn.  “Come on Y/N! You have never said no to a little party party before, why now?” It was specially that calmness that Hoseok really adorned and needed, cause he himself was more than nervous.  

“Because Hoseok, when you normally ask me if I want to party party as you so finely called it, it’s at a random club where no one is famous or really talented people, or not that I know of at least.” You sighed. You knew that he would get his way whatever you did cause that was just how you two worked. 

Hoseok always managed to get his way. 

 You had known Hoseok for years even before BTS. You used to go in the same Primary school as him. One day you had bumped into the little boy who was crying cause he had been bullied by some guy, you had immediately comforted him telling him that he wasn’t all the things the other guy had said he was, and there you two just clicked – Like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly.

Now thinking of your friendship there were just pieces missing. Both of you were too busy to really give each other time and to be frank Hoseok had really changed throughout the years, to the better or worse? You couldn’t tell, you didn’t spend enough time with him anymore to know who he was.   

Hoseok tried to give you as much time as possible after he joined BTS, but there would always be long breaks in between him contacting you as he had to focus on work, and if you contacted him he would never answer on anything before hours had passed and you forgot what you wanted to say. 

You didn’t blame him, you knew work was tough but damn, It pained you to think back to the times before everything were you two were inseparable... but oh well! Time changes and you two even though still friends had just grown apart from each other. 

Either way though, there was no doubt that for the both of you you still valued each other at a high level, and that was also why Hoseok really wanted you there.  

“Pleasee Y/N, you really want me to beg?... For old times sake.” 

And that little sentence was maybe the only thing he had to say for you to finally change your mind. A look over at his pouty face and you knew you had already lost the battle. “Finee!! Why do you always make me do stuff like this??” 

Hoseok let out a heart filled laugh, a laugh you loved dearly. 

“So when is it?” 

 You and Hoseok were currently located at your apartment. It was a nice size and it was a place Hoseok liked to come as it reminded him about life as a non famous. He loved his own place that he had just moved into, but there was something so homely and real about your place that filled him with joy. 

Looking over at you Hoseok answered “It’s tomorrow night already. Yoongi won’t be there, but Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin, Namjoon and Jungkook will.”  

Nice... 

You felt your own nervousness rise ten times as he named who would be there. Of course you knew all the members names, but funny enough there had never been a time where you were introduced. Again this was because of work, also your own work. 

Cause you couldn’t give Hobi all the credits on working hard. You worked at a high school as a teacher in English. It kept the bills and gave you money, but you had two side jobs, one being a writer another being a music artist, Hobi being your biggest fan. 

“Sounds fine, is there a dress code or can I choose freely?” 

Hobi placed himself on a chair sitting vise versa meaning his stomach against the backrest and his arms resting on top. You swallowed as you saw his figure sit like that, there was just something about it you couldn’t put words to. His clothes too, the way his baggy tee hugged his shoulders almost made him look smaller than he was.  

You and Hobi had much of the same style when it came to clothes, baggy was your favorite as it was both comfortable and stylish - in the right combo. But you did too enjoy dresses and more feminine clothes.  You always liked to think of your style as; Changing, new thinking and mood depending. 

“No dress code, I know you’ll look fabulous anyway, I mean just look at you now!” Hoseok scanned your frame and nodded to himself. A grin found his lips.  

You took a look too already knowing what you were wearing. Baggy ripped jeans with a baggy white tee, then a lot of smaller details such as accessoires, a small scarf tied to your pants, and your shoes which were just some random sneakers. It wasn’t much, but you knew how to style clothes so it would look good. 

You gave him a smile. You really appreciated when Hoseok complicated you for either your choice of clothes or your music as it was something that he was really good at and something you often found yourself admiring him for. 

Both of you were startled when Hoseoks phone suddenly rang up, him answering it quickly. “Mhm... yes of course... Yea I’ll be there.”  When he turned off his phone you could already make out what the conversation meant as he send a pouty look your way. 

“I have to go do some final touches on tomorrows listening party, but I’ll see you tomorrow, right??” 

“Yea, what time is it?” Hoseok smiled as he had successfully changed your mind and would see you again already tomorrow. He knew he would get it his way. 

“Well I’ll be there already at 2 pm, but the other guest will come at 8 pm, so you can come earlier if you want to, the other members will be there at 6 pm so they can get make up done and stuff like that.” 

You nodded not really knowing yet what you wanted. It was intimidating to think about coming at the same time as everyone else, but it was even worse to think about being alone with the other members backstage so you would probably come at 8 pm, but you weren’t sure.  “I’m not quite sure what I’ll do yet, is it okay if I text you later or maybe tomorrow?” 

Hoseok stood up from the chair finding his bag and other stuff before going back to you. “Of course, I’ll probably be a little busy so I’ll maybe not answer, but do whatever you feel most comfortable with, everything’s fine for me.” 

You too stood up from your couch as Hoseok went out to your entre to find his shoes. 

“I’ll be on my way then, see you tomorrow Y/N!” 

“Yea, see you Hobi!”  And just like that you closed the door and let a sigh leave your lips. Well, now your plans to do self care with a glass of wine tomorrow night was ruined. You loved Hoseok dearly, he was after all your best friend - At least that’s what you tried telling yourself, but sometimes you wanted to curse him to hell for having such an effect on you, he would always get his way with you no matter what.  

But you were thankful that he sometimes had that effect, the effect of making you do everything he asked as you couldn’t say no to him, cause it often had given you some of the best moments in your life that you wouldn’t have experienced if it wasn’t for him. 

Extroverts and Introverts normally didn’t go well with each other, but for some reason you two really had a good effect on each other. Him as the extrovert and you as the introvert.  

The rest of the day was like a blur, watching dramas and eating the rest of the pizza you had ordered yesterday was the only thing you did.

It was Friday meaning you only had morning classes, that was the reason you had decided to invite Hoseok over so he too could take a small break from all his working. It had taken some convincing, but he finally decided to come over for a short while as he also had to convince you to come tomorrow. He needed you to come as he had already told the rest of his friends that he would bring you, it would have been a little embarrassing if you didn’t show up as he had now told the others that you would. 

You couldn’t help but think back to the moment you opened the door for Hoseok to come in. It had been nearly 3 months since you last saw each other, though you texted very much, (When Hoseok actually answered you). When you opened the door you saw Hoseok standing there in all his glory, but it was like something had changed. You had a hard time even beginning to understand what it was that made your heart jump a loop because when you looked it was the same Hoseok, maybe a little more trained cause of his dancing, but that was it. But why was it you felt as if something had changed? And did he feel it too? 

Saturday morning you woke up to your alarm. It was 10 am when you stood out of bed to make breakfast. 

You hadn’t forgotten the promise you gave to your best friend yesterday that you would come to his party. To be honest as you had gotten time to think more about the party you actually felt very excited. Hoseok was right when he thought you would love to be there - you were honored to be invited and you were extremely proud of Hoseok.  

The album which you knew Hoseok had spent years on was so extremely good as there was not one song you didn’t like. It was vibey, it was rhythmic and it had a good beat so you knew you would enjoy listening to it on speakers worth more than your apartment. And then it was true, every little word he sang or rapped was written down with attention and love from the bottom of his heart.  

And now that you had said yes you were determined on getting a fantastic night out of it. That was how it always ended up. Hoseok would beg you to either party or come somewhere with him and in the end you would always get so hyped up that you were almost competitive in getting a new best night to remember.

After an easy breakfast consisting of cornflakes you brushed your teeth and took a long refreshing shower. 

You still didn’t have anything to do before you would have to make yourself ready. So opening your computer you decided to work on some finishing touches on a book you were writing. 

It had always been a comfort for you to write, to live another life that couldn’t help but find it’s way to your head writing the life down was a way to cope with your mind: it took some things out of your mind so there were space for other things. 

As an overthinker and introvert it was sometimes hard for you to get space to everything which filled your mind. Luckily you were an extroverted introvert, meaning you didn’t have problems with being together with other people or talking to them, you just had to take time for yourself so you could charge. 

You had found a balance that you were happy about, and Hoseok was a part of that balance, if you didn’t have him to drag you to events and stuff you would sit alone in your apartment all day long.

As you were writing you suddenly realized you still had to send Hobi a message telling him when you would show up.  

 You still couldn’t decide though, you almost saw it as rude if you didn’t show up a little earlier as you knew the rest of the members did and Hoseok would surely tell them that he had invited you as well, but at the same time you were so nervous just thinking about being in a room with 5 strangers who were some of the worlds most known stars.  You knew Hoseok would be too busy with the preparations to be together with you if you came earlier, so you would have to be there with them alone, but again wouldn’t it be rude of you to not come a little earlier? 

You sighed out as you thought about it. 

It was actually ridiculous, they were all humans just like Hoseok why were you so nervous to meet them? Hoseok was just as famous as them but there was no problem being with him, it was only work. 

Pulling yourself together you decided you would come an hour before the rest of the guests, that would be something you could manage and it would be nice to maybe try and know a few before everyone else came. 

Y/N: - Hi Hobi! Just wanted to inform you I’ll be there at 7 pm. Keep up the good work! and take care until I come there. (; 

You knew he probably wouldn’t respond as he told you yesterday, but you still wanted to let him know so he wouldn’t have to think more about it. 

Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours and before you knew it the clock was already 6 pm. 

As you packed your computer away you thought about what to wear. You had some ideas in mind, but you weren’t sure yet.  This was really important to you as style and appearance was always the first impression. You wanted to look both stylish and approachable and at the same time try and find a good balance between mature and childish. 

You knew there would be dancing too and even if you weren’t the greatest you weren’t one to say no if you had gotten a glass of champagne, so that was something to think about too. 

 Sighing you tried on the first outfit.

A baby purple tight-sitting dress, it stopped just above your knees. Putting a soft looking black puffer jacket over you let it rest around your shoulders showing off your collarbone. 

 Looking in the mirror you knew it would look good, paring it with some bigger accessories and either a pair of high sneakers or pair of heels would defiantly do the job, but just wearing it now you knew you wouldn’t be wearing this.  It was uncomfortable to wear as the dress kept riding up your thighs, and you feared it would send a signal that you didn’t want to send.  

 Sighing you took it off again and tried the second outfit. 

Taking out your favorite pair of jeans you knew they would do the job. It was a pair of flare high-waisted black jeans. You knew these were both comfortable and if styled right they were also stylish. 

Taking a baggy tee which Hoseok had gifted you to your latest birthday you put it on. It was baby blue color and on it were written ‘A normal person live one life, a writer live hundreds’ then there were other prints on it as well, one of a quill, some roses and small stick men. 

You loved the shirt dearly as it was a design Hoseok had costumed himself. 

You tucked half of it into your pants and let the rest hang freely. Finally you filled your ears with earrings as you had some piercings there. You took a big golden necklace on and filled your fingers with different rings.  Taking a pair of black block heels and a soft blue flannel you knew that it would be this look. 

Looking at the clock you saw there were still 20 minutes before you would have to go. 

Walking to your kitchen you quickly warmed some leftovers and took them to your room. Laying a soft make up you ate while doing that, putting on eyeliner you tried to really make your eyes noticeable and luckily it worked just as it was meant to.  

Running to your bathroom as there wasn’t much time left you quickly brushed your teeth once more and tied your hair up in a low ponytail only to secure it with a hairclip. 

Putting a spray of perfume on you decided that you were finally ready. 

Taking your bag you checked you had everything, you did, and finally you left the apartment. 

When you reached the place Hoseok had explained yesterday you were left with your jaw at the floor. It looked pretty normal from the outside, like a normal entrance to a mall, but what was new was the many cameras and paparazzi which had already found the place. 

You weren’t quite sure what to do here. You really did not want to be on some article tomorrow morning making rumors. You weren’t famous for your own stuff and nobody knew you were Hoseoks friend as you both had decided to keep it like that, people were way too quick to make assumptions which you didn’t want to be a part of. 

Taking your phone out you called Hoseok. You really hated to disturb him as he probably was busy, but you desperately wanted to know if there maybe were a rear entrance. 

To your relief he answered quite fast. 

- “Y/N I expected you would call, haha.”  

“Yea... I’m outside right now, but the whole entrance is filled with paparazzi, is there a rear entrance or something I can use instead?” 

- “Damn those paparazzi... Yea uhm there is an alley at the building beside this one, I’ll come get you so you don’t have to walk alone.”  You couldn’t help but smile. Hobi forever the protective friend he was, of course he didn’t want you to walk in the dark alley all alone. His protectiveness for you was something that would never change and you were so grateful for that. 

“Yea I’ve spotted the alley, I’ll see you in a bit then.” 

- “Yea see you.” 

Inside the building Hoseok was in the waiting room together with the members as they got their make-up done.  They all watched as he talked on the phone with a smile, and of course they knew who he was talking to. Sharing knowing smiles in between them they couldn’t help but let out small laughs. 

“Guys, Y/N’s here I’ll just go get her.” Hoseok said as he hung up and put his phone back in his bag. 

“Oh is she?” Namjoon said a teasing smile on his face. 

Hoseok rolled his eyes as he saw the expression they were all wearing but he couldn’t help the little smile that covered his lips. 

“Seriously y’all need to stop doing that, me and Y/N are friends nothing more.” 

He had tried so many times to say that: Nothing were going on between you two, but they just never understood. Ever since they first got to hear about the mysterious ‘Y/N’ they send him looks. Now was his time to prove that you two were only friends and he was determined on doing so. 

But even now just him picking you up so you didn’t need to walk in a alley alone they saw it as protectiveness, and that was a key to love - in their world at least. 

You were standing at the start of the alley waiting till you could see Hoseok stroll up to you as he did so often. It didn’t take long before you saw him. 

You frowned as you observed him walking up to you. 

He was wearing a pair of baggy ripped jeans, a black under shirt, a normal shirt and over it a very light denim jacket. Of course he was filled up with different accessories as it was some of your both favorite things to style. He had make-up on like yourself, and his hair was all set and ready to go, the black tone in his hair matching his under shirt. 

Again your heart flipped with flutter seeing him walk up to you like that. You knew he was effortlessly beautiful and if you didn’t admit that you were stupid, but you couldn’t help but feel bad. As his best friend you shouldn’t feel like this, but you did.

It was clear that both of you had grown since last seeing each other (not counting yesterday). 

When Hoseok noticed you standing ever so lovely in your flared jeans and baggy shirt he felt as if all his nervousness was taken from him. It didn’t miss his eye either that it was the shirt he had gifted to you, and seeing you in it made him feel a certain warmth inside that he couldn’t explain. 

“Y/N!!!” 

“HOBIII!!!” 

You both made a little run over to each other with your arms wide open as he embraced you in a tight hug spinning you around. 

Both of you laughed as he let you go only to take a hold of your shoulders to look down at you to get a closer look. “You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N.” 

You could feel your cheeks heat up and you thanked the galaxy that it was already dark so he couldn’t see that. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself Mr. Handsome.” Hoseok let out a laugh as he swang his arm over your shoulder. You were the perfect height for him to do that gesture. 

You two then started to make your way down the alley as he took the lead. 

“So tell me are you excited?” As always it was you who started the conversation. It was often you who did that as you always had a question or two in your sleve. Normally you used the trick: ask questions so it wont turn awkward, but you knew you truly didn’t need to do that with Hoseok as it would never turn awkward. 

In this case you just found yourself curious.

 “I guess, I’m mostly nervous though.” He let a little chuckle escape him as he looked down to see your reaction. 

You knew it was wrong timing, but seeing him look down at you with those big curious eyes was something you had never appreciated enough, at least before now. You didn’t know why it suddenly was so overwhelming having him look at you like that, but it surely was. 

“I understand why you could be nervous, I would too in your shoes, but seriously Hoseok. I know that you will do so well and that’s not just something I’m saying. You have practiced the welcome speech down to perfection, but still in a way that gives everyone a smile on their lips, and the album is so great, seriously it’s my favorite album of all I’ve ever heard! You were born for this: performance and music.” 

While you kept babbling on Hoseok heard every word. There was something in him that settled down: the nervousness, but something else fired up, the latter he couldn’t quite put words on, but he was determined to explore what it was. 

You noticed the look he was giving you, those eyes, it was like they saw nothing else than you and you couldn’t even begin to explain how that effected you. 

At the same time you were somehow afraid. What if you only imagined it as you did with so much else? What if you ruined your friendship? What if Hoseok didn’t even think about you in that way? 

And what way was it even you were referring? Attraction? Crushing? Love?

You couldn’t think about it, it was all too much.

“Thank you Y/N. I knew having you here would calm me.” And he meant every single word. Whatever you said there was that calmness to it which was why Hoseok knew he needed you here.  

You lips grew into a smile as your heard him say that. You were set on not looking up at him as you could still feel his smiling eyes on you, but who could you trick. 

Looking up you smiled just that bit brighter. 

“Your welcome Hobi.” 

When the two of you walked into the building hand in hand as Hoseok was dragging you around to see how he and the crew had decorated you felt many stares upon the two of you. If it was cause they didn’t often see Hoseok with a girl or it was because you were so pretty to look at no one knew, but it was sure that all of them when seeing the two of you hand in hand had to try and hide their wide smiles.  Something they weren’t really good at. 

Hoseok of course didn’t notice this so he kept dragging you around being as oblivious to the situation as ever. But he suddenly became very knowing of him holding your hand the moment he took you with him backstage as all the other boys proceeded to walk out and almost collide into the two of you. 

Hoseok let go of your hand faster than a mouse sprinting away from an eagle and you were left with a feeling of emptiness in your hand that you eagerly wished to fill again.  But you soon forgot it as well when you saw all the gorgeous men all dressed in different style and color look at the two of you with small smiles. 

Many things you could be called but innocent and dumb were neither of them. Just looking at the shit-eating smiles on their faces you knew that it was probably already a joke in their group to tease Hoseok for whatever friendship you two shared just because you were from the opposite sex. The worst thing was though you had to hide a smile on your own when you looked over at their knowing smiles and then to Hoseoks red ears. 

He knew they had seen what they just saw before almost bumping into you two and there weren’t shit he could do about it. 

“Boys, we were just about to go find you. Everyone this is Y/N, my... friend and Y/N this is Seokjin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin.” He proceeded to point to each of them as he called their name them finally getting control over their smiles and giving you a wave. 

Did Hoseok just hesitate to call you his friend or were your ears starting to hear things there weren’t real? cause holly god, your heart started beating at the thought of him calling you by another title, something which would obviously not happen. 

“It’s very nice to finally meet you Y/N, Hoseok has told us so much about you.” Namjoon proceeded to give you another one of those smiles and this time you couldn’t help but laugh. 

You could feel Hoseok getting uncomfortable in this situation, how he rolled his eyes and his hands couldn’t seem to find peace anywhere, it was clear as daylight that he was flustered and that was something which set the butterflies in your stomach into a fit. 

Seeing Hoseok in a situation you hadn’t seen him in before you couldn’t help but tease him, just a little. 

“Well I hope he’s only said good things about me.” This was enough to send the other members flying to giggels. The conversation could take a turn to every way it was just a matter of who opened their mouth first to speak. 

“Well of course, our Hoseokii couldn’t say anything bad about you if he so even tried his hardest.” Seokjin continued and this left not just he’s ears red but also the start of his neck. 

Had this conversation happened some weeks ago you would have been just as red if not more as Hoseok, but there was something so bold in you, something blunt and straightforward that maybe wished for all the things they were ‘secretly’ referring to be true. You longed for their hidden meanings to be true, and to play along you hoped to both send a signal to the members that you could easily play along on their silly games, but also to give an eye opener to Hoseok, try and make him see what you couldn’t tell him yourself as you were to afraid. 

Hoseok sighed before finally cutting in as they were all laughing. 

“Right. Boys uhm could you go and maybe help on setting the final drinks, I just need to find my cards to the speech.” All of them stopped laughing still with those stupid smiles. 

“Sure thing boss, see you later Y/N.” Taehyung said and all of them went along. 

You couldn’t help but let out a joy filled laugh. You had been so scared to meet the members, to see them in person and what for? Because they were celebreties? Yea, but you finally realized they were just as human as you, as Hoseok and that helped you to feel at ease as you followed behind Hoseok to the dressing room where he had all of his stuff. 

When you got into the dressing room you couldn’t help but look around. Three tables with mirrors and light around was placed at the left side of the room, clothes hangers were on the right side and at the end of the room was a black leather couch were Hoseok had placed his bag. 

You again started of the conversation. 

“Your friends seems nice.” The smile on your face was no less of what it had been in the hallway and Hoseok could hear that just in the way you spoke. 

“They are, but they can be a pain in the ass.” Hoseok let out a giggle as he found his cards. 

“Well they’re your friends, aren’t friends supposed to be just that sometimes?” 

Hoseok looked over at you with a small smile. It amazed him how you always had the right words to say, always had something positive in every situation. 

“I guess you’re right.” 

“When am I not right?” The both of you let out a cheerful laugh. 

Hoseok looked down at his cards fumbling around with them before looking up at you again. He had something to say you could see it, but he wasn’t sure how to. Your heart began beating up, the eye contact you two held was the most powerful connection you had ever felt.  You wanted him to do something, anything, take step closer to you, ask if your friendship should end, most of all you wnated him to kiss you.  Hoseok looked down at the paper again and up at you one more time, the tension was at it’s peak, why didn’t he do anything?  He was looking like a nerve wreck, his foot was tapping the ground his hands were shaking and you could see heat form in his ears once again. The tension had never been so high between you two yet there was too much distance in between you. 

If he couldn’t you would... But just before you could go up to him and take it further than friends would he finally opened his mouth. 

“Uhm, I’m sorry Y/N, but I really have to practice the speech so...” Hoseok looked around scratching the back of his neck while letting out a small chuckle. 

“O- oh... Uhm yea, of course... I’ll- I’ll just go and see if the boys need help.” and just like that you left faster than you had ever left him. You had never felt so humiliated before so embarrassed in your whole life and at the same time never in your life had you felt so hurt. 

You had been stupid for thinking that there were tension between you two, that he maybe just maybe wanted to go over and kiss you just as much as you wanted him to. You felt uncomfortable and stupid, as if he ever wanted to kiss you... 

You took long strides towards the big party hall trying your hardest to forget what happened and try and find the positive perspective, but still tears breamed in the corners of your eyes. 

Why was it suddenly like this? How had it happened that you felt hard for Hoseok in the matter of two days?  But then you realized something as you hadn’t ever thought about it before now, this hadn’t just happened, it wasn’t just you suddenly finding Hoseok attractive, charming and captivating. This was a long long process for years now.  You had fallen for him slowly and very safely, but instead of falling up you soared higher and higher, now that you were conscious about it you were finally falling and if he didn’t catch you, you weren’t sure what would happen to your heart.

All your thoughts were interrupted when you heard an ever so sweet voice yell your name with some concern. “Y/N?... Anything wrong?” 

You looked up seeing Jimin stride over to you with that concerning frown on his face. You managed to give him a smile trying you utter hardest at fooling him. 

“No nothings wrong, I was just thinking.” 

Jimin had been laughing together with Taehyung when he saw you come out from the door leading to the hallway, a frown on your face that he couldn’t mistake, that frown was one of doubt connected with a certain ache. 

He had then proceeded to go over to you as the empathic creature he was and ask if anything was wrong. 

Hoseok had always told you that Jimin was a person who always seemed to see through people as he was so understanding of other humans, and you knew just by the look on his face that he could see right through you. A thing Hoseok also had told you about Jimin - a thing you just couldn’t help but to think of. 

Jimin was an exceptional flirter, and he could fool anyone without them knowing anything. 

“Well if it’s not to much to ask could you help me with some of the snacks?” Jimin asked you with a sweet smile.  

“Of course.” And a genuine smile found your face again. 

Inside the dressing room Hoseok was not less humiliated than you were. 

He was walking in quick circles while holding his head tightly feeling like the stupidest human on earth. Of course he had felt the tension and there was a part of him, a very big and dominate part, which wanted to give in to the tension, and just as he decided to go with the flow he screwed it up. 

Was it the fear of losing his friend? Or was it just him not really knowing how to approach you in a situation like that? he couldn’t tell, but just by the look on your face and the stammer in your voice he knew he had fvcked up, fvcked up real badly this time. 

He had wanted to grab your arm and pull you into his chest, but still something in him couldn’t do it and he hated it. He hated the feeling he had probably caused to you, he could only imagine how you would overthink as you so often did, and how you would end up putting all the blame on your own shoulders. 

When it in fact was all his fault. 

Even the excuse was so lame, he had already perfected the speech and you knew that. 

He let out a sigh as he stopped walking around and proceeded to sit down on the couch.  It would be so awkward to face you now. 

*Knock Knock* 

“Come in!” Hoseok yelled but his eyes couldn’t look at anything but the ground in utter shame. 

“What happened to you? You look like you spilled your last sprite all over the floor.” Even the witty comment from Jin couldn’t make Hoseok smile which gave Jin the notice that something was defiantly wrong. 

“Jin I fvcked up so bad.” 

Jin sat himself down beside Hoseok already having a feeling of what this was about. Hoseok had tried to fool the members so many times that he and you were nothing, but now that he was also trying to fool himself he did nothing but hurt himself. 

“What happened hmm? Y/N confessed and you rejected her, or?” 

Hoseok let out a scoff. He was still not looking at anything but the ground and Jin was getting softer just looking at him. 

Hoseok wasn’t one to pour his heart out, but with the new album he had released it was like a part of him opened up and he wasn’t about to close it again. Which meant relying more on his members when telling them his feelings. True feelings. 

“It might as well have been that...” Jin crooked an eyebrow now seeing the hopeless expression on his face tear even deeper. 

“There was this- tension between us, and it was clear as daylight that she wanted me to kiss her... and I wanted to, but I just... couldn’t. I said that I had to practice my speech and she got the hint and left. Hyung, just the expression on her face.” Hoseok sighed and shook his head lightly. 

Jin couldn’t help the small scoff which Hoseok didn’t really mind, he knew that it was bad and that he shouldn’t have done something like that. 

“Hoseokii... You’ll have to bring the topic out one way or the other. Tell her how you feel, be honest, the most important thing is that you don’t let this stay in the dark. You two clearly like each other as more than friends and if you’re brave enough it could turn to something rather beautiful.” 

Hoseok looked up at Jin finally. He knew Jin always had a good advice so maybe that was why he trusted him with this. 

“Thanks Hyung. You’re right... it’s just difficult.” 

“I know... Well, I’ll leave you so you can practice your speech.” Jin stood up and couldn’t help but tease Hoseok who now was feeling slightly better. But Hoseok didn’t take that lightly. 

“Aish.” Swinging a pillow he hit Jin with it and both laughed. The two left the dressing room walking through the hallway and out the door to the big party hall. He immediately spotted you talking alone with Jimin both of you laughed and you hit Jimin slightly. 

Why were you two suddenly so close? Did something happen?

He would have to talk to you, but looking at the clock he knew there weren’t enough time, the guests would be showing any minute now and Hoseok realized that with the nervousness crawling up his spine. 

“Hoseok do you want us to turn on the music now?” A staff member came up to him immediately when he and Jin walked out of the door leading to the hallway, on the door was a sign showing ‘staff members only’. 

“Uhm yea, you got the right playlist right?” Jin smiled before leaving Hoseok to his job. 

Everything looked stunning. From the small tables standing so people had somewhere to put their drinks, to the strong lights changing color in a comfortable speed. 

The bar was filled, welcome drinks were ready and Jhopes new album logo was shining brightly on the wall at the scene showing what it was all about. 

You were now standing at the far end of the room together with the rest of the members. All of you were chatting among smaller groups. You, Namjoon and Jungkook was engaged in a conversation, even though Jungkook didn’t say much to you. Jimin and Taehyung talked about some other stuff. 

“Y/N, you know what we all work with why don’t you enlighten us and tell us what you work with?” It was Namjoon who asked and even if some of them were talking among themselves they all seemed to genuinely care about the question. 

“Well officially I work as a teacher in a high school.” All of them seemed to get surprised hearing that, you weren’t the teacherly type of person and you knew that, so the amused faces didn’t confuse you. 

“Wow, high schoolers are lucky these days, when I went to school we had an angry old male teacher, really boring type of person.” Jimin proceeded to say making your cheeks heat up, luckily no one noticed in the strong light. 

“You don’t seem like the teacher type of person though, no offense.” Jungkook said, one of the first things he had said to you in this evening. You knew he had gotten a glass of Champagne, just like yourself, so maybe he was starting to open up. 

Not that you couldn’t handle that though. 

“Non-taken, well I teach English, but in my free time I both write and make music.” 

Now that seemed to catch their interest and your nervousness to rise. You knew it was probably the music part which they noticed as they all worked with music themselves, but you couldn’t help but to feel stupid for saying it, you weren’t nearly as good as any of them. 

“Music? Wow Hoseok never mentioned that.” Taehyung said making you chuckle awkwardly. You took a big sip of the champagne you were holding knowing you would need it. 

“I kind off told him not to tell anyone that I work with music.” You scratched your nape trying to think of a way to get out of the conversation, but you had intrigued them all to know just why you didn’t want anyone to know. 

“Why would you not want him to tell anyone? You have such a good connection in Hoseok, he could introduce you to people who could help you become a star on your own.” Taehyung again said and the others nodded. 

You sighed defeated. 

“Well I don’t want to abuse Hoseoks position as Jhope, and I’m not really confident in my music, it’s not a dream of mine to become a famous producer I just really enjoy to play around with some beats and then maybe sell them to a company.” You shrugged trying to explain your situation. There were many reasons as to why you had made the decision to stay hidden from fame and you weren’t about to explain them all, but you gave them some of your most valid reasons. 

They all seemed to understand what you meant which you were grateful for. Smiling you saw Jin make his way over to your big group and you immediately changed the topic. 

“Jin hey! Are you excited to meet the guests?” You practically yelled startling the others you took a quick sip as Jin approached you

Just as he was about to answer music started playing it was comfortable not to loud but also not totally in the background. Jin shrugged giving you a ‘Meh’ expression. You had figured that they all would be good at handeling people, but you could clearly see them all being just as nervous as you if not more. 

“I’m not very good at talking with strangers.” He gave a short but truthful answer. 

“Well you seem to have no problem talking with me.” Your smile was bright and in the light it almost made the guys hearts flutter. They all knew you were off-limit which was fine for them, but you still were a beautiful women and they were men. 

“Oh but darling you’re no stranger, Hoseok has already told us to much about you.” You couldn’t help the loud laughter, all the boys returned your smiles. Now onto this again.

“What a tease you are Jimin.” You said knowing exactly what you said. He played along sending a wink your way which the rest of the boys immediately noticed. They wanted to question it, question Jimin especially what he was doing flirting with Hoseoks friend, but non of them said anything. 

You smiled slightly before looking away from Jimins stare, but he kept it going only looking at you and not giving a damn about who saw it. Licking his lips to spice it up he combed his hair back. You saw it all from the corner of your eyes and you weren’t the only one. 

On the other side of the room Hoseok noticed the looks you and Jimin were giving each other. But he also knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, you weren’t his girlfriend, and you had every right to flirt with whoever you wanted to flirt with. 

But he soon enough got something else to worry about as the first guests came in. He greeted them with smiles and laughter showing them in and engaging in a conversation with them to try and maybe forget some of the feelings he had stirred up about you. But he found it hard as his eyes insisted in finding you wherever you were. 

30 minutes passed and all the guests had by now showed up. There was cheers with champagne glasses, there was loud talking, there were people dancing it was one big vibe all of it, and you loved it. 

Though it was very intimidating to be surrounded by all of these people of importance and big identities, to try and talk together with people you had never met before but only seen on interviews and tv, the champagne in your blood had been putting you more at ease. You were anything to nearly being drunk, but the tip of your nervousness had been taken away by the flowing alcohol in your blood. Which you did not complain about. 

Right now you were standing together with Jimin and the famous actor and model Kim Young-Kwang, who you were a big fan of as you were a TV lover, everything K-dramas, movies, series you loved it all.  You were trying very hard at hiding you fan behavior though, and seeing Youngkwang carelessly laugh at a joke you fired you concluded that you were succeeding. 

Jimin too was laughing joyably at your joke. When the laughter died down you quickly took a sip of your champagne as Youngkwang asked you a question that you had expected sooner or later. 

“Tell me Y/N, how do you know Jhope?” He seemed to be very interested in the topic as he obviously couldn’t recognize you as a celeb. You smiled before answering.  

“He’s my friend, we go back all the way to primary school.” You said with a light smile, but you were confused when you got another of those knowing smiles from Youngkwang, one of those teasing smiles. 

“Sure you’re just friends?”

“Yes, why?” You swallowed hard anticipating his reply. Was it really that obvious that you liked him?

“Cause he’s been staring at you for 5 minutes now.” Youngkwang said and as soon as he did you froze. Both him and Jimin got joyful laughs on their faces as they saw your slightly panic stage. Both of them were standing in front of you having a view to behind you and both had noticed that Hoseok hadn’t taken his eyes of you for now 5 minutes. He was standing together with Namjoon and the musician Jinbo, but he wasn’t really engaged in the conversation they were holding as all his focus were on you.

But you were no chicken when it came to Hoseok so turning around you made eye contact with him for a second before he retreated his eyes and fully engaged in the conversation trying to hide himself there. 

The laughter died down behind you as both of them saw how he didn’t want to look at you so when you turned around a defeated glint in your eyes they couldn’t help but to both feel empathy for you. 

“I guess it’s complicated.” 

Youngkwang felt bad for even bringing it up. He didn’t really know you, but just talking to you and also Jimin like this was nice and for once it was easy, no awkward tension or embarrassing moments, just a nice flow. He had been worried to come here like most others had, but finding some easy going people like you and Jimin was what motivated him. 

“You know what? Screw him, or not really cause I’m very grateful to be invited and it’s his party, but... you know what I mean. Why don’t we all go meet some people? Then we can get some drinks and we can all partyyy.” You found yourself laughing at how silly Youngkwang sounded in that moment. You had admired him so much from the tv, but seeing him like this not in a character role or in a total formal setting was nice. You weren’t the most formal person either and you always talked comfortable. 

It eased you up and it reminded you of Hoseok. 

Cause when you looked at him it wasn’t Jhope you saw – it was Hoseok. You had never really thought of him as some famous celebrity even though he was, but more as your friend you relied so much on. Remembering that was also what made you want to come here in the first place, to get to see who all of these famous people was without a spotlight on them. 

“That sounds like a great plan actually.” You downed the rest of your champagne after saying that. Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at your little figure downing that glass. 

“Well what are we waiting for then.” 

But just as you three were about to go on and find some new friends the music suddenly turned off and all you heard was two ‘ah’ ‘ah’ sounds from the mic. 

Turning around to the stage you saw Hoseok standing there in all his glory, mic in hand and light on him, but you immediately noticed his panic as well. Seeing all the signs in his body language, how his hands shook, he couldn’t stand still and his breathing being too fast even for him: It was like he was snapping after air.   In that moment of vulnerability you suddenly realized something you hadn’t even given one thought. Hoseok was dripping with anxiety for how this would go. 

You felt useless, foolish and most of all selfish in that moment. For the last 50 minutes or so you had only been thinking about your own emotions, your own pride and humiliation, you didn’t spare a thought to Hoseok as he was the one who had caused you the humiliation, but what had you expected from him? That he would jump into a kiss with you when he already had thousands of things on his mind?  Were you really that selfish for thinking he would just throw everything he had to be with you? Apparently so...

Looking at him you two got eye contact again, but instead of looking away or with a harsh facial expression you tried your best at giving him an uplifting smile.  Hoseok felt his shaking breathe calm down the moment he saw two thumps-up from you and the smile he loved. 

And before he even knew it he started his speech. He walked around jumping a little here and there, throwing some jokes and really engaging people. This was what you meant when you said Hoseok was born to perform, he was natural and calming to listen to and not a single soul was not listening. 

And when his speech and explanation of what would happen was done everyone clapped and your eyes followed him as he went down from the stage to sit beside Jungkook. 

The first track on Jhopes album began and your eyes still lingered on Hoseok as you admired just how much he was focusing on the sound, on everything, the lights analyzing if everything went right. 

“I’m really sorry you two, but I have to find Taehyung and talk to him about something, will you be fine Y/N?” Jimin was the one to interrupt your little bewilderment as you turned to him. 

Jimin didn’t want to leave you alone with Youngkwang if he saw even the slightest bit of uncertainty in your eyes, but he also knew that you easily could converse with strangers, beside Youngkwang was now an acquaintance who he had an idea could become a good friend to you as both of you seemed to be agreeable people.  

So it didn’t surprise him when you shook your head. 

“Of course Jimin, you can go look for Taehyung I’ll be fine.” 

Jimin then went on and found Taehyung were you saw them start a conversation while the second track started playing.  Your eyes shifted for a short while to Hoseok who was still sitting with Jungkook now bobbing their heads in tack to the music. 

“So Y/N, you want something to drink?” You looked over at Youngkwang again remembering how much you had admired this man for his acting skills in dramas, how you would sit up to late night and binge-wacth one of his many dramas. It was amazing to see him in person so chill, and he seemed to be even more relaxed in your present as he had someone to talk to.  Could you tell him that you were fan of him? Judging from how he seemed right now you could tell him and he would be honored. 

“Yea, I could use a drink.” The both of you giggled as you proceeded to walk towards the bar where not many people were as all of them were listening to Jhopes album. 

When you reached the bar he immediately asked you what you wanted to drink. 

“I’ll take a... paloma.” 

“I see we like it refreshing.” An attractive smile covered his face making you just a little flustered. 

“Well yea, I don’t really like if my drink has a too bitter taste of pure alcohol. It just puts me off.” Youngkwang understood your reasoning, he himself wasn’t a too big fan of that bitter taste alcohol had. 

You took a moment to look around from where you were standing. The bar was slightly higher up so you had a good view of the screen showcasting Hoseoks music videos. 

Speaking off you now observed as Jin too sat himself down joining both Hoseok and Jungkook. 

“Here’s your drink miss. I hope it taste.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Youngkwang handed you your drink acting as a server he had even found a dishtowel to put over his arm, he gave you a little bow as you took the glass with a chuckle. 

“You know I’m actually a big fan of your work.” You said calmly as ever while Youngkwang placed the dishtowel from where he took it. 

When he turned to you it was with a smile. You took a sip of your drink when suddenly a new voice came into the conversation startling you. You defiantly knew that voice, but where you had heard it you couldn’t quite place so when you turned around to see the man who had joined you two you were surprised to the core.  You felt your cheeks go hot at the beautiful man before you. 

Singer and actor Cha Eunwoo was the one to join you two, he went directly over to Youngkwang and gave him some sort of bro-hug you weren’t familiar with. When Youngkwang saw him he immediately responded with a smile very bright. 

The two had to be familiar with one another, maybe cause they both had acted before? 

“Are you here too?” Youngkwang questioned whereafter Eunwoo frowned looking at him with a questionable face. 

“No, that’s why I’m standing in front of you.”  His deep voice did startle you just slightly, but you controlled. It took all your self-control to not just scream right there on your spot as some crazy fan.  If Youngkwang where a big person to meet for you don’t even begin to talk about Eunwoo. The heartthrob of all heartthrobs were standing just before you smiling and laughing with one of his friends that you had just befriended. The lights in the room wasn’t making it better as he was lighten up in both purple, green red and blue.  

Could life get better?

“And who are you pretty?” Eunwoo turned to you intimidating you more than ever. He had that smile on his face that screamed out to you wanting you to scream as well. 

“I’m Y/N, Hoseoks friend.” That you could even keep your voice out of pitch was a relief to you, surely it had been the alcohol keeping you down or you would have been running around screaming.  Especially with all the nicknames you had been given tonight.  

Eunwoo seemed to be surprised by that, he hadn’t seen you talk to Jhope once this evening, the only people he had seen you with was Youngkwang and Jimin.  Eunwoo had noticed you the moment he stepped into this place, not that he had been mesmerized by you, but he had found you attractive cause you were a very beautiful women.

He had tried to find a good time to fall into talk with you so when he saw you and Youngkwang who he was friends with go over to the bar he found an opportunity to go talk with you both. 

“Well Jhopes a lucky guy to have such a beautiful friend.” Eunwoo had a smile on his face which you could not penetrate, it seemed to be a very flirty smile, but at the same time it had a touch of something you just couldn’t make out. Non the less it did heat up your cheeks which Eunwoo this time noticed and when he did you couldn’t help but smile.

“Tell us Y/N, what do you work with cause I cannot see to understand what you would work with.” Youngkwang was the one to break the silence after the bomb of score line that Eunwoo dropped, which you were thankful for as you couldn’t think of anything to say.  

Youngkwang had noticed the flirty tone in his friends voice, but he couldn’t seem to see what you were thinking about it. If you liked it or if it was too much for you. You displayed both emotions and when Youngkwang noticed that you were a little uncomfortable in your body-language he broke the silence and found another topic. 

You had never felt this noted before, two really attractive males were standing in front of you both pair of eyes on you. Youngkwang were leaning back a little using the bar as a rest point, but Eunwoo was standing just before you almost shadowing your view of anything else.  If you were honest it was all a bit too much. Not cause they were looking at you or giving you compliments, but because your brain simply couldn’t handle anymore. It was already filled to the brim with Hoseok and the incident which happened between the two of you, it didn’t make it better that you knew non of what Hoseoks thoughts about that was. 

So honestly your brain as an overthinker just could not take anymore. 

Which was why you replied with some tiredness in your voice, luckily the two didn’t notice that. 

“Uhm... I work as a teacher in a high school, but in my free time I’m a writer.” It was on purpose you didn’t say anything about music knowing they would ask tons of questions about that. 

You really just wanted to go to the bathroom to take a moment, but you didn’t want to seem rude and leave the two there. So when you suddenly heard a newly familiar voice you almost wanted to scream as your brain was too tired, but what the voice said was the thing that kept you calm. 

“Hey guys, I’m sorry could I steal Y/N for a moment?” Jimins arm sneaked around your shoulder pulling you closer to him steading your lost balance. 

“Yea sure.” Youngkwang was quick to answer, he did notice your demeanor almost crumbling bit by bit. 

Both of the men noticed how Jimin talked and placed himself, he was almost aggressive in his way of attending the situation. He send a clear message that they should back off. Eunwoo didn’t understand the fuss, but he did however back off a little and retreat his flirting. 

Youngkwang however understood just perfectly why Jimin did as he did, he was setting you off limit cause of the trouble between you and Hoseok. Even if he didn’t know what had happened between the two of you it was obvious that something had happened. 

Eunwoo of course couldn’t know any of this as he hadn’t been there when the conversation between you three took place, but in the way Jimin was standing it was noticeable that you were off-limits. 

Jimin then dragged you away from the other two. You weren’t totally sure where you two were going, but you were sure that you were both thankful and secure.   

The two of you stopped in a corner where the music wasn’t so loud. Jimins concerned voice filled the air as he started talking. “Are you okay Y/N?” 

Jimin who was determined to keep an eye on you had noticed Eunwoos straightforward behavior and even though he couldn’t see your face he noticed your uncomfortable figure.

“Yea, It was just a bit too much, Hoseok is filling all the space in my brain so I can barely function right.”

“Do you want to go and take a rest in the dressing room?” 

“No, I really want to get drunk and forget Hoseok.” And Jimin of course couldn’t say no to those begging eyes. 

So that was what you were doing now. 3 hours later and you were drunkenly dancing around with Jimin and Taehyung. 

Jhope had showed his new album earlier and everyone enjoyed it. Now it was just party for the rest of the night and you sure took that seriously.  You had met so many new people too, some of them being Jessi, LIPJ, Peakboy, HyunA and Dawn, Kid Milli and so on... 

You wouldn’t say you were the center of attention, but there sure were a lot of people chanting your name as you danced and partied.  You were very drunk, but so were everyone else so no one noticed how loud and clumsy you were – lucky you. 

You had also had the pleasure to talk to Youngkwang and Eunwoo again now that you’re were more relaxed thanks to the alcohol. Both of them seemed like they delt with alcohol better than you, so they had gotten a good laugh when they saw your clumsy behavior. 

Camaras filming Jhope and how it was going had turned off a long time ago making the atmosphere even more crazy as non of you had to worry about reputation. 

Hoseok was also dancing together with Jungkook who was chuckling like a little baby at the whole thing. Jungkook and Hoseok were both almost as drunk as you, but they kept it cool moving till the beats of the songs. 

But when Hoseok suddenly heard your name getting chanted around the room he abruptly stopped his dancing while Jungkook kept going.  He had noticed that you had been making friends around the room getting close to epically Jimin and talking a lot with Youngkwang. Every time he saw you lean onto Jimin cause you were dying of laughter he felt a pang in his heart, he knew he could have been that guy, but he wasn’t and that hurt. 

But something in him saw red the moment Jimins hands found you waist among the dancing people and he pulled you into him, dancing very closely with drunk you who accepted without question. 

Peoples chanting was long gone when Jimin pulled you into him. Everyone was minding their own business not noticing you two at all, expect one, and that was exactly the reason Jimin pulled you into him.  Because you and Jimin had set a goal for the evening which was to make Hoseok so jealous that he would storm over to you and hopefully he would end your friendship and turn it into something more. 

And it looked like it was working, cause out of the corner of your eye you saw Hoseok march up to the two of you and when you felt Jimin get pulled away from your back and your wrist get taken by a firm grip you knew the two of you had succeeded. 

It was when Jimin had seen you come out from the dressing room earlier that day that you had opened up to him telling him what had happened and how you felt, it had been in the mere moment your vulnerability had failed you and you couldn’t stop talking even if you wanted to. 

Jimin as the cunning and sweet guy he was had plotted the idea together in his head and introduced you to it, you not knowing what else to do had said yes and that was what lead you to here.

You couldn’t help but let a victory smile take over your lips as Hoseok was dragging you between body after body and marching up to the door written ‘staff only’. 

When he reached the door and pulled it open you were surrounded by a hallway full of light, your eyes scrunched together. 

He took two steps into the hallway before smashing you up against the wall and trapping you there with his two hands placed on either side of your head. His eyes were filled with rage, jealousy and the strongest emotion passion. 

Like a dear caught in the headlights you were standing there between the wall and Hoseok, a whimper almost left you at the way he was pressing himself up against you. Your chest were pressed into his toned body and his chest was right in your eyesight, but your head was turned up towards him giving him sight of an innocent stare that drove him crazy. 

“Are you doing it on purpose?” His voice almost scared you as it was filled with venom, but somehow you found that extremely hot combined with the way he was eyeing you. 

“What?” 

“Making me jealous.” A teasing smile found it’s way to your lips making him boil with heat as he already there got his answer. There was no air between you, body against body. 

His head was approaching yours in the speed of light stopping just before your lips. You were breathing in Hoseoks air and he was breathing yours, if either of you moved just slightly your lips would touch. 

“Maybe, is it working?” 

“Fucking yes it’s working.” 

Hoseok slammed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Lips were molding against one another making sounds that were anything but innocent and you loved it everything inside you were exploding and it only grew when you felt his hot tongue slide over your bottom lip asking for permission. When Hoseoks tongue skillfully snuck into your mouth and tasted every corner he could get to you felt a heat inside you start to grow.   

You were so fucking perfect in Hoseoks mind. The way you tasted the way you whimpered for him, every little thing was so teasing almost as if your sensuality were mocking him, making him go for the big prize, but could he really fuck you at his own party? Oh hell yea, he could, he should and he would. 

When Hoseok tapped your thighs instructing you to jump you didn’t waste any second. You jumped up Hoseok catching your thighs as you wrapped yourself around his hard abdomen. 

While still in a passionate kiss he walked you two into the dressing room. 

Your arms had wrapped around his neck and your hands were calmly scratching his back sending chills through his spine. It was a funny connection of your hands being so gentle on his back while your mouth were passionately kissing him, it made him smile into the kiss which you responded to with one of your own. 

Hoseok locked the door to the room after seeing no one was in there were he after walked over to the sofa and gently laid you down with him on top. 

He raised his head to look at you who were so beautifully sprawled out on the big sofa. Both of your breathings were heavy and quick snapping after the air. 

“Do you want this?” The question was so vulnerable gently laid out for you to answer. 

“I do, very much.” Your answer gave both of you smiles, you felt Hoseoks hands find your hips squeezing them ever so gently before going up to your waist. Just his touch were making you crazy, letting out a very soft moan Hoseok couldn’t help but groan in response.  He wanted to make you loud, to make you scream his name louder than what you had screamed on the dance floor. He wanted to make your hips move faster than they had done in the dance with Jimin and he wanted to make you come undone for him and him only to witness. 

Hoseok started giving you light kisses on your jaw which soon turned very wet and hot as his tongue came out to play over your skin. He moved on down to your neck where he quickly found your sweet spot just under your ear. 

“You’re so damn beautiful.” 

He had moved up to your ear whispering there while softly but with some firm background biting your earlobe. 

“Especially when you frown in pleasure- God, yes just like that little peach.” 

You just couldn’t keep your moan in when he said things like that to you and specially not when he started rocking his hips against your already more than wet .... 

“Gonna make you fucking scream for me, yell my name out so everyone in the building knows who you fucking belong to.” 

He dove into your neck again this time with a fire you had never seen in him before, but there was many things you hadn’t seen before which would soon enough be unraveled.

His hands started roaming around your body touching your figure and itching it into his brain, he wanted to remember everything about you. 

“I need to give you hickeys so Jimin and Eunwoo fucking knows you’re taken.” He said a growl in his voice, but you couldn’t help the laugh that left you thinking about his jealousy towards Jimin who he didn’t need to fear any bit. 

“Why the fvck are you laughing?”  

“Cause of your jealousy towards Jimin.” Hoseoks face turned into a frown looking at you with a questionable look, but when he saw the smirk on your face he already knew what had happened. 

“You’re so fvcking done Y/N. I’m showing you no mercy you sly little fox. My peach has turned into a manipulator hasn’t she? Gonna punish your little ass.” 

Hoseok raised himself from the sofa as you couldn’t stop the smirk. He was standing hovering over you and with a look that could kill he crossed his arms and started giving you orders. 

“Take your shirt off.” 

And just like that you turned into the submissive little creature you were. You knew Hoseok was strict when it came to things he was passionate about, but never did you consider that he was dominant in bed. He hungered for control over his little peach and you were happy to give it to him, because of one thing – You trusted him. And if it ever became to much you knew he would stop. 

Not that you wanted that though as you slowly lifted the tee off your head, the tee which he gave you, and he couldn’t help but to feel some certain rights over you with that on. 

When the shirt was off Hoseok couldn’t stop staring at your figure, how your waist disappeared into your high waisted pants, how your chest kept going up and down in rapid moves and how your whole face was smiling so innocently up at him.  You were one big fvcking tease. 

“Lay down on your stomach.” 

Turning around you made sure to let your ass stick up just slightly swinging it in the air for him to see, your face turned around seeing how he was almost loosing his cool. 

Hoseok placed himself on the sofa behind you. He was quick to take off his shirts and throw them somewhere before leaning down to your back. His chest was so hot against your back you could fell every muscle every little line of him and he made sure to give it all to you. 

His hands automatically found your hips as he slowly started rolling his hips sending electric shocks to your tummy. 

“Ahh... yes.” 

“Hmm you like that huh?” 

Hoseok again nibbled your earlobe before his lips went down to your nape. He started sucking roughly slowly making his way to one side of your neck before he went to the other. His tongue was easing it up a bit, but it still did hurt a little, but that only added to your pleasure. 

“mhmm.” 

But suddenly Hoseok stopped when he raised to his knees. His hands was still on your hips and slowly he went in under them and the sofa raising them a bit before finding his way to your zipper.  Slowly he zipped them down and pulled your pants all the way down to your ankels were you threw them off yourself. 

“Get on your knees.” You did making him get a good view of your wet panties. He groaned just seeing the view and taking a look of you just in that position made him even harder than he was. His own pants were getting really uncomfortable but he dismissed it giving you his full attention for now. 

His hands grabbed both your cheeks squeezing and pulling them apart to get a better view. You had never been a big fan of ass-playing, but damn... The way Hoseoks hands were so rough in his movements but soft against your skin was paradise and it made your moans go just an octave up.  You were startled though when a hard slap found it’s way to your right cheek making you move forward with a loud moan. 

Why was that so fvcking good? To get slapped like that from Hoseok was on a whole other level. 

“You liked that huh? Want me to do it again?” There was an aggressiveness in his voice and even if he covered it as a question you both knew he would do it again no matter what. 

A slap to the left cheek made you moan again even louder this time. 

The view of your beautiful figure in front of Hoseok made him want to just fuck you endlessly into the couch, but he wanted to make it last a little, wanted to make you feel and experience new things. 

“Little peach can you stand up for me?” You seriously could not keep up with how he switched in his demeanor, one moment he was ordering you around giving you slaps and growling at you, the next he was gentle and asked you. But you couldn't get enough of it either. 

You stood up waiting for what he wanted. Hoseok too stood up and placed himself right in front of you. He started kissing you again his tongue already rolling against yours as his hands found the clasp of your bra, but before he took it off he asked. 

“Can I take this off?” 

“Yes, you don’t even need to ask Hoseok, you can do anything you want to me I don’t care what it is.” He knew that, but he wanted to be sure that you really wanted this, that it wasn’t only the drunk you who spoke. 

Taking it off his hands immediately found your breasts. You groaned into his mouth which he swallowed up right away. His thumps brushed over your nipples which harden by the second he touched them.  Hoseok started guiding you both back to the sofa where he sat himself down. 

You were looking down at him and he was looking up at you. Hoseok didn’t even need to ask you when you took your panties off stepping out of them, you could see it in his eyes the want to taste you. 

He laid himself down on the sofa before asking you something you hadn’t expected. 

“Sit on my face.” Your eyes widen making him chuckle looking up at you. 

“What?” 

“Sit on my face, ride my face.” You felt yourself drip at the thought of having him beneath you like that, just the mere image of it in your head was making you wet so without any further notice you placed yourself over his face. Your thighs were taking most of the weight making sure you didn’t crush him. 

“You’re fucking dripping.” Hoseok licked his lips wetting them before he guided your hips down onto his face placing your entrance just before his mouth. 

The way your thighs were surrounding his head had him throbbing in his oversized pants which still made him feel uncomfortable with them on.  The thought of his tongue being buried into your most sensitive bodypart was a dream for him, that he could feed on your sweetness. 

Your sounds turned so unholy that you were sure they could hear it down in hell when Hoseoks tongue took one long stroke in your entrance and ended at your clit which he proceeded to suck gently on. He was almost pulling the moan out of you the way his tongue worked over your entrance. 

“Urgh... You’re so wet peach, all for me.” Hoseoks tongue dove into you and he started his pace at an abnormal speed. His tongue was dancing inside of you sending shivers to your whole body. “Shit! Yes Hoseok right there!”

You should have known that he meant it when he said he had control over every muscle in his body, cause his tongue was doing a damn good job. It all reminded you back to the day he had invited you to see him dance, he had been dripping in sweat when he was done, and you had been so attracted to that without even knowing it. He had danced so insanely good there, but this, sh*t that tongue had skills. 

Your hips were already rocking against his tongue seeking for some relief from the heavy feelings you were having. He enjoyed it, the way your body moved over him - Pushing him down into the couch, and strong thighs which were locking more and more around his head. Everything about that was satisfactory. 

Hoseok was slurping your juices into his mouth which only added to all the new sounds you two were making. Sucking on your clit Hoseok let out a growl as you moaned his name. “Hoseok...”  The growl sent a shock of heat up through your body. 

You felt something start to grow in your lower stomach and you knew that you were close. Hoseok felt it as well, how your walls clenched around his tongue begging him to keep going just even faster. 

You felt a slap on your right cheek again only adding to the incredible things you were feeling right now. 

“Hoseok... Urgh, I’m almost there.” You rocked harder seeking that stage of complete spams in your body. Hoseok wanted to say dirty words to let you cum, but he had his mouth filled with you, so instead he used his hands to squeeze your ass, roam your breasts and guide you to your orgasm. 

And it hit you like a knockout blow. Letting a riddle of curse words escape your mouth you stiffened as Hoseok kept his tongue going. You arched your back so much that you actually fell back, luckily Hoseok had his legs placed just behind your back so you leaned onto them instead. 

The slurps and licking only got faster and longer as your cum spilled into his mouth. He was like a hungry dog swallowing everything he could, and when it finally was over he couldn’t stop his licks devoting your every drop of cum. 

Your whole body gave up the moment you came down from your orgasm. If it hadn’t been for Hoseok being under you, you were sure you would have just laid there forever, but Hoseok was under you so you stood up on wombling legs as he got up from the couch.

Cheeks, lips, nose, jaw, everything was covered and glistening with your cum and it drove you crazy. 

“My little peach taste fvcking amazing.” Hoseok said as he pulled you over to him and again laid you down on the sofa. 

This time it was your turn to watch as he took his pants off. God what a sight. Hoseok was standing ever so beautifully in front of you in only a pair of black boxers. But the sight of him tucking them down as well and seeing his cock jump out standing tall to his lower stomach was even better.  You bite into your bottom lip as he hovered over you, on his knees in between your legs. 

“Wait I don’t think I have a condom.” 

“It’s fine I’m on the pill.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you saw Hoseok getting panicked for a split second. “God that means I can actually feel you around my fvcking cock.” A groan left his lips by the thought of it, you clenching around him and covering his cock with your juices, that would be something. 

Hoseok positioned himself, pumping his cock a few times he gave you a kiss as to distract you before he entered you. Both of you let out hisses as he was big and you were tight, but it felt so good to be stretcthed out like that by him.

One slow stretcth as his cock filled you to the brim.   

Hoseoks breath was heavy almost as if he had been dancing for a whole performance when he said “Just tell me when I can move.” 

One or two minutes went by with him kissing your lips and neck, telling you sweet words such as ‘God you’re so beautiful’, ‘You’re doing so good’ and ‘My little peach is so sexy’. Every time his lips cam on yours you got a glimpse of the taste of yourself.

You would never get enough of him saying sweet little sentences while he was inside you, but now you really wanted him to move. “You can move.” 

“You sure?” A smile filled your lips when he again asked for permission. 

“Yes! Hoseok I’m more than sure.” 

Giving you a smile he slowly went out only stopping when his tip were inside your entrance and with one slow stroke he again went in. He couldn’t stop kissing you while quickening his pace as if he would only survive with your lips placed on his. 

His pace became quicker and quicker for each stroke. You were a moaning mess by now, hair all tangled and legs graduality shaking more and more. Hoseok wasn’t much better himself, growling and moaning together with you. 

He loved the way your breasts were bouncing and legs were tangling up in his, there was something so magically about the connection between you two right now that he never wanted to let go of. 

He remembered only some hours ago when he came to pick you up from the alley, he just couldn’t stop looking at you, it was the same now looking at your face tormented in pleasure was a gift he would never forget and when your anguished yet supplicated voice told him - “Please Hoseok, I’m so close.” he could feel himself almost spilling all his seeds into you, but he was keen on making you cum first. 

Without further notice Hoseok pulled one of your legs up around his shoulder. The new angle was the final point for you as his dick hammered into you in a spot you never thought would be touched. “OMG! HOSEOK!” And of course he got his way once again when he said he would make you scream his name.

Cumming for the second time that night you could feel how you were getting overstimulated, legs were giving up and your stomach was turning. 

It only took a few hard strokes for Hoseok to cum after you. He was literally drilling his dick into you as all his seeds swam into you. “God I love you so much.” All your tiredness disappeared the moment those words whispered their way out of Hoseoks mouth, did he mean that? or was it just an innocent line filled with nothing? 

 When there was no more to give Hoseok collied on you, head resting on your chest. Your fingers automatically found his hair and started playing with them as you felt him slowly start to kiss your skin. 

“I love you so much Y/N.” It was not just an innocent line, it was real. Your face seriously could not contain it’s smile as you wrapped yourself around Hoseok. A chuckle left his mouth when he felt your small arms and legs tangle up with him pulling him even closer than he already was. “I love you more. Took you long enough to figure that out.” 

Hoseok slowly pulled out of you again both his and your cum spilled out making a mess on the couch, but right now non of you cared enough to do anything about it. 

 “GUYS!! Are you done in there cause I’m running out of ideas of what to tell the staff members to why they can’t come in here.” And just like that both of you got clothes on faster than a flash and cleaned the couch. Going out of the dressing room a tired Jimin stood there waiting with that stupid smirk on his face.

“Took you long enough to confess to each other.” 

“Oh shut up Jimin.” Hoseok said but he didn’t even try and hide the smile displaying on his face. 

Guess Hoseok wasn’t the only one who could get his way with certain things – You just managed to make Hoseok so jealous that he had angry sex with you, and you were damn proud about it.  

*Do not translate or repost! This is work of trina864*

[the-cult-of-russo]

The Other Woman

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

A/N: Soooo. No one asked for this one and I have prompts in my inbox and a multi chapter Billy x OC story I'm working on. Yet… this happened. I was working on an assignment for uni and this popped into my head. Billy lives in my head rent free and I'm not even mad about it. Enjoy lmaooo 

Warnings: cursing, slight angst but not really, lots of fluff (literally and figuratively). It's just a bunch of cute bullshit, don't mind me looool 

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Your nails tapped the coffee cup as you sat outside the cafe deep in thought. There was only one thing on your mind. Billy was cheating on you. There was no other explanation for his behaviour the past week and the knowledge of what he'd done was eating away at you. It started a week ago. He'd slip out after work hours saying something came up. Sometimes he wouldn't even tell you where he was going and when you asked, he'd say 'work' as he avoided your gaze before slipping out. Billy couldn't lie to you, you knew him too well for that. You knew his tells and he didn't really lie to you. But you knew when he wouldn't look you in the eye that he wasn't being honest.

Then there was his phone. He'd be on it more than usual and it was distracting him. The night before, Frank had called him and you knew it was Frank because you'd seen the name popping up on his screen. You'd both been watching a movie on the sofa together as you tried to convince yourself that Billy wouldn't cheat on you. But when he excused himself to the bedroom, your curiosity burned. Why would he need to sneak off to speak to Frank? 

So you'd crept over to where the door was open by a crack and held your breath as you listened.

"Yeah, I know…. I'll just tell her I need to work again… I don't think she knows… yeah, yeah, I know… I can't wait for you to meet her, man. She's perfect,"

Those words felt like a slap to the face and a punch to the gut all rolled into one. Billy was cheating on you. Billy was cheating on you and Frank knew about it. Frank who was one of your closest friends, the one who introduced you to Billy in the first place. You'd gone back to the sofa as you dwelled in your misery and betrayal and when Billy had come back out with a wide smile on his face you'd felt sick. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask him, to question him or tell him what you'd heard. You were scared of what he might say. Scared of what this all meant. 

You and Billy had been together for almost two years now and you lived together. You knew of his past but never once had you felt insecure about being with him. He loved you, and you wholeheartedly believed he did. So this felt like it completely blindsided you and your head was all over the place. 

That morning Billy was gone by the time you woke which was nothing new since he often let you sleep when he got up to work. But you'd come to the cafe by lunch because you were drowning in your thoughts back at home. The home you shared with him. 

You blew out a breath, grabbing your cell from your pocket as you rang Anvil. You had a gut feeling and you wanted confirmation. His secretary picked up the phone and you sighed before asking something you dreaded the answer to.

"Hey, Annie. Is Billy there? I need to talk to him," you said softly. The older woman cleared her throat down the phone before speaking.

"He's not here, Y/N. He took the day off," she said warily. Well then. You thanked her quickly before hanging up, the lump lodged in your throat getting bigger. 

How could it all have gone so wrong? You stood, tossing the half drank coffee in the trash as you made your way home with a broken heart. You hardly expected Billy to be sitting on the sofa when you got home. But there he was in all his glory. A burgundy sweater with his jeans and boots, hair slicked back like always. You felt like you were hanging on by a thread. 

He smiled when he saw you, standing up and making his way over.

"I thought you had work," your cold tone stopped him in his tracks as he looked at you cautiously. 

"I took the day, had some things I needed to do," he replied easily. Things he needed to do. More like someone he needed to do. Tense didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling. 

"Look… there's someone here I want you to meet," Billy said hesitantly, glancing to the closed bedroom door. He really wouldn't just… The string of composure you were holding onto snapped.

"Is this some kind of joke?!" You yelled. He looked shocked, eyes wide and confused as he tilted his head.

"Uh… what?" He asked carefully.

"It's bad enough you're having an affair that apparently Frank knows all about but you've brought her here?! You want me to meet her?!" You were incredulous at his audacity. You wondered if he'd suffered a head injury a week ago or something. 

Billy blinked at you with his dark eyes for a moment before he burst out laughing. But when he saw your tearful eyes glaring at him, his laughter died instantly.

"You… you think I'm cheatin' on you?" He asked slowly, like he was talking to a toddler. Your brows furrowed watching him warily as he walked over to you. 

"You've been acting weird all week, Billy. And I heard you on the phone last night. I heard you talking to Frank," you muttered, hating how your voice wobbled. 

Billy looked stricken at how upset you were and wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him despite yourself. He stroked your hair soothingly with one hand as the other rubbed your back.

"I'm not steppin' out on you, Y/N. I'd never do that," he sighed. He moved away, cradling your cheeks as his obsidian gaze looked over your face like he was searching for the answers of the universe. 

"Not gonna lie, I'm a little offended by your lack of faith, but I have been actin' weird so I'll let it slide," he murmured with a soft smile. 

"But then… what was that all about?" You asked, deflating a bit as he wiped away the couple of tears that had fallen. He leaned in and kissed you softly, one of the rare tender kisses he'd give you if you were upset. You were incredibly confused and maybe also felt a little guilty that your mind went there.

When he pulled away, he shot you a grin, looking almost like a kid on Christmas which only furthered your confusion. 

"Wait here," he beamed, dashing off to the bedroom. You really felt like you'd been transported to another dimension where nothing made sense. But then Billy came back out with what you could only describe as a living, breathing, real life Pokemon in his arms. It was a Pomeranian puppy that just looked like a cloud with two shiny back eyes peeking out. 

You made a noise that you couldn't even describe. A mix of a whine and a coo that people often reserved for cute animals and babies as if they couldn't help themselves. Your feet took you over to where Billy was grinning at you and the ball of fluff was nibbling his hand. 

"Billy…" your voice was still a little high, a little pout on your face as you reached out and stroked the fluffy fur on the puppy.

"Meet Cotton Ball. Cotton Ball, meet your mom," he smirked, grabbing a tiny paw and making it wave at you. It was something to behold seeing Billy like this and you almost melted right into a puddle. 

"Wait so… this is the other woman?" You asked with a snort, feeling so utterly stupid for how your mind went there. Billy rolled his eyes with a laugh as he handed over the bundle of cloud to you. 

"Do you like her?" He asked hesitantly, looking almost unsure as he glanced from the puppy to you.

"I love her. Thank you, Billy," you murmured, cuddling the tiny puppy closer to you. 

"I uh… I know that you said you wanted a dog," he started, his shoulder rolling a little.

"Which you shot down immediately," you cut in, raising a brow at him. He chuckled, rubbing his beard a little with a nod.

"I know. But… I saw how disappointed you were and I decided I never wanted to see that look on your face again. Especially not 'cause of me. She hadn't been fully vaccinated and stuff so I've been waitin' to bring her home. Been to see her a few times to get her used to me," he shrugged, looking almost bashful which was a strange look for him. It was cute. 

"I love her. And I love you," you smiled wide at him. His insecurities seemed to wash away at your bright smile and he returned it, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

"I love you too. Come here, lemme show you somethin','' he took your free hand and led you to the bedroom. On the floor next to your bed was what looked like a queen bed shrunk down. It was a dog bed but a fancy one and the cozy sheets looked expensive too. There was also a basket filled to the brim with dog toys. You looked at him incredulously with a laugh. 

"And here I was thinking you weren't a dog person and you're spoiling her already," you teased. He chuckled, a slight pink tint to his face you couldn't remember ever witnessing as he bit his lip and smiled at you.

"Yeah well… my girls gotta have the best. And… I mighta got attached to her," he shrugged easily. 

"Billy Russo has a heart after all. Who knew?" You snorted. He gripped your jaw gently, giving your lips a firm peck before smirking down at you.

"Don't tell a soul or I'll have to kill you. I got a rep to keep," he smirked devilishly. You snorted again, shaking your head as you took the now sleeping puppy to her lavish bed and set her down. 

When you walked back over to Billy, you wrapped your arms around his middle and he responded in kind and held you close. 

"I can't believe you thought I'd cheat on you," he murmured, nuzzling your hair. You felt your cheeks heat up as you moved away and looked up at him.

"I know. I'm sorry, I just… you'd been acting weird and then the phone call, I didn't know what to think," you said softly. He frowned a little, tucking some of your hair behind your ear before resting a hand on your jaw.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"I know. Honestly… I've never questioned it. I've never felt like that before. My mind just ran away with itself," you felt bad now and really fucking stupid but he had been acting weird. How were you to know that he was secretly procuring you the cutest puppy to exist? 

He kissed your forehead softly, lips lingering a moment before he cupped your cheeks, tilting your head to look up at him. His dark eyes were full of many emotions and you got lost in them.

"You're the only one I want. Ever since I met you, I never wanted anyone else. I ain't ever felt like this before but all I know is… I'm yours. I love you, Y/N. There'll never be anyone else," he murmured sincerely. You couldn't help the dopey smile on your face as you leaned up and captured his lips in a soft kiss. 

"I love you too, Billy. But… I will have to share you now with Cotton Ball," you teased against his lips. He chuckled, nipping at your bottom lip. 

"You'll always be my best girl," he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours.

One hand dropped to your neck, the other slinking around you and settling on your ass as he kissed you deeply. Just as you were really getting into it, he hissed, cursing and moving away as he lifted his foot. The foot that had tiny razor teeth latched onto it as the dog dangled off his toe. You couldn't help the bubble of laughter that came out of you as you pried the dog away from his foot.

"Feel like I might end up regrettin' this decision," he huffed, eyes narrowed at Cotton Ball who was now happily in your arms. He wasn't really mad though, his lips were slightly upturned as he reached out and rubbed the dogs tiny head.

"Awww. Is the big bad marine scared the lil doggy might bite his ass when he's having sex?" You mocked playfully.

Billy's mortified face had you in stitches. He looked like he'd not considered it until you said it and now he was glaring at the dog like she'd ready done it. 

"We're gonna need some boundaries," he muttered to the dog as he pointed at her, then his piercing eyes turned to you and you bit your lip to stifle your laughter.

"And for the record, I am a big bad marine and I ain't scared of a fuckin' dog," he smirked with a raised brow. You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly as you turned, dog in hand, and left the room.

"Mhmm. Just wait until I tell Frank how you're scared of a ball of fluff. Or the guys from Anvil. Or maybe I'll tell them just how much you love her already," you grinned, laughing when he gripped your hips and dragged you so your back pressed against his front. 

"What I tell you? You tell and I'll have to kill you. I don't wanna do that, I might just miss you," he murmured with a smile as he nuzzled your neck. 

"Russo's going soooft!" You teased with a laugh, squealing when his hands dug into your sides to tickle you. 

Honestly, you never really thought Billy would be a dog person. But you never thought he'd be the type to live with someone and here you were. You never thought he'd be the type to use the L word yet he did with you. He was full of surprises and this was way better than you anticipated. You never expected the other woman to be so cute.  

[hozierandco]

Henry Cavill x Reader / Lessons / SMUT

A/N: Henry has to learn how to play golf for a film but his teacher may teach him a bit more than golf. In which Henry is a clumsy cinnamon roll. Inuendos intended, sorry not sorry. SMUT: oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, teasing, cursing, cumshot. Read at your own risk.

For the sake of a film in which he would play an aristocrat, Henry had to know how to play golf. He had agreed to it though he never had one single piece of knowledge on the matter.

Him who had done life-endangering stunts was not going to abandon for golf. He had three weeks before the beginning of the set and had decided to spend his holidays at a golf resort off in Scotland where he was determined to master the skills to that sport.

Y/N had been working at the Baurheid Club for the past five summers. The rest of the year, she lived in Glasgow but since her uncle was the club's manager and since she knew all about golf, she kept on working there.

The season was about to start and she was in charge of giving private classes for top-notch clients. Her rock solid privacy was celebrated by all and she was the perfect fit to deal with bankers and members of the idle class. An actor was about to complete the list.

"Y/N, here's the list of your clients for the next week"

Three names as each client required all attention. Quality over quantity was the motto of the club on that regard. The second one rang a bell to Y/N: Henry Cavill.

"Why does that name sound familiar? We've already have him, perhaps?" Y/N asked to Olivia who was welcoming the clients in the resort and who happened to be a close friend to Y/N.

"He's an actor, you fool" she replied in a moment of rest from the wave of clients "A handsome one too, lucky you!"

Instead of rejoicing along with Olivia, Y/N just hoped he was not the megalomaniac kind and that he wouldn't be a nightmare to work with. She went on with her day, many things had to be fixed before her first classes the next day.

Henry arrived by the entrance desk where Olivia acknowledged him and welcomed her just like any other client, in spite of her shouting internally. He had packed the bare minimum so his installment was brief.

The next day, it was almost noon when he woke up so he took himself out to the cafeteria.

Y/N had finished her first class of the day with a young member of the Dutch royal family and was gaining back the main accomodatio, up to the staff's lunch room. She had not changed clothes as she was not to meet any client.

Or so she thought.

"Oh, come on now!" Y/N heard someone grunting in her back as she was about to open the door to the place where she had left her food. She turned around only to see a frustrated Henry Cavill.

"May I help you, sir?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, please!" Henry jumped on the occasion "I'm looking for the lunch room but I always end up in this corridor... It's a bloody labyrinth there", he added holding back a nervous laugh.

Henry came back from his frustration as his misery was coming to an end with Y/N's arrival and that's on his way back that he noticed just how splendid Y/N was.

"Please, let me be your guide"

"Thank you very much. By the way, I'm Henry"

"And I'm Y/N", she responded making the connection with the photograph of Henry Olivia had shown her on her phone.

Along their journey to the lunch room, the two of them made some small talk while Y/N had to keep her composure. Olivia was right, he was bloody handsome. Even more so that on any photograph. And besides, he was visibly not a douche but an angel, making her feel at ease early on in their conversation.

As they arrived by the cafeteria filled with expensive furniture, the actor accompanied his "thank yous" with an offer: "I'm all alone at the resort, I could use some company for the lunch"

It was tempting if it wasn't for the fact that Y/N and the whole staff wasn't allowed to eat with the clients.

"Oh I see..." Henry said as Y/N explained the situation "But what if it's the client's decision. Isn't the customer always right?" he completed, glad he had found this trick to make her stay.

"Well, I suppose that it's the rule, yeah..." Y/N had been upset to decline the offer but she figured that indeed, she could stay a little while. Besides, the cafeteria was big enough for her not to be seen by anyone.

"It's a yes, then?"

"Yes, it is"

"So, what do you do here anyway?" Henry asked her as he came back from the buffet.

"I'm a golf instructor"

"Well, in that case, I'll probably see you on the green"

"About that, I should probably tell you that I'm the one who's gonna take care of your lessons for as long as you stay"

"I cannot wait. Though I should apologise in advance"

Y/N quizzed him by fixing his eyes. Shit, those eyes... Don't stare, don't stare, Y/N thought.

"I'm probably the worst golf player in Britain"

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"You want to hold it like that" Y/N informed the way to seize the putter as she placed herself behind the impressive stature she had in front of her.

She could not believe that she was giving in the cliché of being glued to get someone to play golf.

Henry had not exaggerated, he indeed was pretty bad. In fact, he lacked of coordination and Y/N had to constantly remind him of how he was supposed to swing his body.

"May I?"

"Yes!" Henry was relieved to hear that he would get more help from her as she suggested than she could grab his arms to show the move.

She took his arms by the elbows. Henry being in a polo, she could feel all of his muscles under her touch.

"There, that's right! You've got the move. Now try to hit the ball"

And Henry executed himself but failed to even graze it. He snickered and then gave in a frank laughter that Y/N echoed.

"Right, you're gonna need to spend more time with me, Mr. Cavill"

"It's all I'm dreaming of. Dinner with me tonight in the garden?"

The class ended and for Y/N, it meant the beginning of her third and last class of the day.

As it was only 4 pm, Henry joined the games room where he had a view on the green where Y/N was helping an old lady to practice.

Of course, Y/N was too busy to notice him but it didn't stop him to smile like a child at her.

He was admiring her grace and her air of benevolence when a man came to him "She's a beauty, isn't she?"

Henry nodded at the stranger who in turns carried on "It must run in the family"

As Henry took his eyes oof of Y/N to see whom he was talking to, the stranger introduced himself "I'm Max, the club's manager. Y/N's uncle"

"Oh! How do you do? I'm Henry"

Max nodded, knowing very well who his select guest was.

"Is she a great teacher to you?"

"For sure. It's just that I'm a terrible pupil"

Max laughed along with Henry "Ah, son, she'll make a great player out of you"

The dinner happened. Henry had changed into another polo paired with camel chinos.

Y/N too had changed into a strapless floral dress with brown sandals. She greeted Henry as she sat down in the grass on which Henry had displayed a basket of fruits.

They started drinking and talking as the moon rose in the sky.

"I've talked with your uncle this afternoon"

"Oh have you? He's quite something, isn't he?"

"That he is. According to him, you're the greatest teacher out there"

"And you doubt it?"

"I'll try to be as good as a lamb for you"

After dinner, Y/N suggested that they take a walk around the resort. Any way to make the night last longer was worth seizing.

Everything was calm. No one around. Under their feet, the grass was slightly wet as dew had started forming and tinting their shoes.

Y/N took off her shoes, soon followed by Henry who had not done something as spontaneous as throwing a picnic in a very long time.

With their shoes in their hands, they carried on walking on the grass as crickets were going for a symphony and more and more windows got dark afar.

"It's been ages since I hadn't spent a lovely night like that" Henry sighed with pleasure "but that being said, I should hit my bed if I want to be at the top of my performance for my strict instructor"

The two of them had gotten very close to one another "If I stay now, I'm staying the whole night" Henry commented as Y/N's lips were dangerously close to his.

"I would let you" Y/N replied.

***

Henry and Y/N had met regularly apart from the times set for the classes over the last two weeks and if Henry had barely gotten better, the two of them had grown fond of the other. They had kissed on the fourth night, but both of them were not craving for more. Henry did not wish to rush things, nor did Y/N though the tension became unbearable.

"Do you think your uncle would kick you out if you spent the night at my room tonight?" Henry ventured as the class was over, wishing that he could kiss her right there, on the green.

"I wouldn't mind being kicked out if it meant spending the night with you" Y/N answered as she put back the clubs in the trolley.

After they finished eating at their favourite spot, Henry seized Y/N's hand and together they traveld to his room.

As Henry opened the door, he preceded Y/N,cupping her face with his hands to make her follow him in the suite.

He shut the door behind her and took her in his arms, only letting go on her after having carefully laid her on the bed.

"It is my turn to teach you a lesson, baby", he purred in her ear as he had let his lips wander from her legs to her face.

He placed his body over Y/N's but suddenly he got repentant and cursed "Fuck, I came here with nothing..."

Of course, Henry had no plans of making love to his instructor when he had booked holidays at the resort and found himself caught off guard, without protection for the night.

"In my purse" Y/N told him where to look.

"You might just be the most prepared teacher ever"

"Just grab it" Y/N begged him as he was going for encores, giving another sequel of kisses to her skin.

Henry ripped the scabbard and took his apparel out of his trousers, dressing it for the occasion.

Gracious God! There was lot to look at...

Fully erect, Henry came back in bed where Y/N was trying her best not to stare at the length.

"You sure about this?" Henry inquired as he aligned himself.

"Never been more sure in my whole life"

Henry then slid his member, inch by inch to be sure that Y/N was coping with what she was given.

He was just half through when it began to hurt.

"It's alright, doll!" Henry consoled her "I'm sorry, I'll go slow, I promise"

Henry found his way out as he had an idea to ease the process. Y/N still under him, he got down on her and made a feast of the flesh flashing before his eyes.

There was no doubt: he was much better at this than with golf.

As Y/N looked down at the face that had found shelter between her legs, she noticed just how dedicate he was. He was giving it all the attention required.

His eyes were glistening by the feeble light above their head.

Henry's cock was beating a rhythm of its own, pleased at it was that Henry was able to make Y/N moan with just his tongue and fingers.

The resort was known for "its quiet nights" and "tranquil setting" but tonight, Henry was eager to go off the rails.

It did have the expected effect on Y/N since her lair had gotten damp. Henry let her come back from the mountain she had climbed before he dived inside.

This time around, the whole length got in no sooner said than done.

"You're just so gorgeous!" Henry articulated with difficulty as he was carrying his moves, putting more energy by every second that went by.

Y/N's fingers borrowed the path drawn by his torso which was dripping with sweat "You're one very good student. And a very hot one too"

Henry's heart was pounding in his chest as he lifted Y/N's legs to put them by each side of his spine. That way, he reached a new spot with the tip of his penis which made Y/N pant with his name on her lips.

"Henry!" she cried her lungs out through the dark of the night. The tranquil nights long gone.

"Come for me, doll!"

She didn't have to hear twice as she was unleashing her falls.

But Henry was insatiable. Though teased twice by the sight of Y/N coming for him, his cock was still showing no sign of weakness.

He was willing to let go of her lover to give her some rest while he would take care of himself but Y/N stopped him as he was about to take off the condom.

"I wouldn't mind a third lesson" she told him "Let's change the angle. Show me how your swing's going. As for your stamina, Mr. Cavill, it got much better"

Y/N got on all fours, spreading her legs for Henry to come up behind her. As he entered the well, Y/N stretched herself so that she in turn allowed more of Hnery to get in and out.

Henry was admiring the view as he held Y/N by her hips, pounding her.

In and out, fast at first, the sounds of his cock hitting the bottom of her cunt.

Then Henry who got tired of the the action - and who was not going to hold it back for very much longer as Y/N's moans were rushing his climax - got slow, savouring every second he had ahead of him before he would come too.

Sensing that Y/N was close to get her third orgasm as she got tight around his cock, he decided for her to come to do so as well, and hoped that it would arrive soon.

She did come, shouting and laughing as she came back.

"I don't want you to come in that. I want to see you coming for me, Henry"

Henry then quickly removed the piece of latex which was soiled with pre-cum. The sole fact of taking it off almost made him come.

Henry kneeled on the bed by the level of Y/N who was laying down and emptied himself on her stomach.

"I cannot wait for our next class" Henry said in a sigh as he rested his limbs by Y/N.

[80s4life]

The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Word Count: 4,438

Status: Not Requested

Fandom: Back To The Future 1985

Relationship: Biff Tannen x Female Reader

Summary: As time is altered for a total of 2 weeks (I extended it slightly), you and Marty struggle to get his parents under control, having problem after the next. But, when an unexpected solution occurs, you find yourself willingly okay with it, soon finding the exact reason as to why.

Warnings: language, fluff, Biff being a dick, slight angst, cute Biff

Masterlist Back To The Future Masterlist

Prompts: (from this list @youneedsomeprompts​)

Y/C/S= Your Choice of Sport/ Your Chosen Sport (you don’t have to honestly play one, just choose one you like or one that comes to mind)

{gif and prompts are not mine, gif credits go to @backtothefuturemovies and credits were given above for prompts!}

No one ever said time travel was fun. No one ever said the job was easy. And no one sure as hell told you the consequences that come with it. Well, at least not before you, and your best friend, Marty McFly, had gone dead-on through a barn, sacred a neighboring family of ‘alien invasion,’ run into younger McFly parents, and altered time just enough to fuck you over for a few days.

I mean, who would’ve guessed right? Your mom just so happens to be romantically interested in you, their child. Well, that was at least in Marty’s case. For you, you had just managed to run into the biggest dickhead of the century, Biff Tannen. Or so you thought?

Making your way out of bed, you automatically go to where Marty was sleeping in the garage, waking him along with Doc up. The go-to plan for the day was to go undercover as usual students in the 50′s, secretly following Marty’s parents around, finding out where they lie in this part of time, and try to find ways into manipulating them together once more in time for Marty and you to get back home. Easy enough, right?

Groaning, Marty goes to slap your hands away weakly, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Just a few more minutes.’ You giggle slapping his hands back in an attempt to wake him up cheerily. Mornings weren’t really your forte either, so any upbeat wake-up is better than a pissy, tired, horrible morning. 

Doc, on the other hand, was happy to return the affection, getting out of bed to give a quick hug and kiss to the forehead. Then he makes his way over to the bed, going to tickle Marty’s feet as you go to tickle his sides. Finally, in a fit of laughter, Marty gets up and goes straight for the bathroom. You were going to argue him, having to use the bathroom first, but decide to just leave it be, heading for the makeshift kitchen instead.

You smile fondly as Doc and Marty play around a while later, wrestling about, cracking jokes. It was only just a few hours ago that you and Marty had witnessed the untimely death of the currently very lively man in the house. Witnessing the blood loss, the machine gun in action, and the bullets that whizzed pass with only one malicious intent: to kill. But he’s here now; he’s safe and sound, having many years until that date will arrive.

With the freshly cooked smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes, the boys straighten up, Doc clearing his throat in an attempt to organize himself, and Marty leaving his shirt ruffled as he follows the smell of deliciousness. You giggle as both men of different ages act exactly the same, piling their plates high and digging in, giving thanks through mouthfuls.

///LATER///

After breakfast had finished, you and Marty made your way to the school, not wanting to be late, and, quite frankly, not wanting to miss a second in the disaster we’re in, wanting to fix it as soon as possible. Upon entering, the building erupts in laughter, tears, screaming, perfume, cologne, aftershave, and lots and lots of both testosterone and estrogen. Fucking high school, you smile.

Going to “your locker” right besides “Marty’s,” you both place the books and supplies that are unneeded inside it and take only the things you need for the first two classes, somehow having those together. As Marty catches glimpse of his father, George McFly, he winks at you, moving to catch up to him. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn back towards your locker, just barely missing a group of young men some ways down the hallway, locking eyes with a particularly taller man, towering almost everyone in the halls.

You pay no mind, however, being blindsided by three girls your age. Instantly, you recognize the one right in front as Lorraine, Marty’s mother. Smiling nervously, your cheeks tint only a little, being unprepared to see her so quickly, not yet having a plan made up on how you could help tackle the situation with Marty.

“Hiya! I’ve never seen you before, are you new here? I’m Lorraine Baines, and you are?” she asks cheerfully, her books clasped tightly to her chest.

Taking an obnoxiously long time staring dumbfounded, you finally realize you haven’t spoken, quickly recovering with newfound purpose and confidence, “Ah, yes! I am new here! Sorry, I’m just trying to get used to this place a tiny bit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well that’s quite alright, you can come with us!” she says once more in a cheery tone, taking you by the arm and lacing her arm around yours, locked elbows. You smiled, knowing exactly where Marty’s cheerful and people-person nature had come from. Walking down the halls, she had asked for my schedule, checking classes to see what we had together, “English, History, and Agriculture- Hey! You should try out for cheer leading!” 

Shaking your head lightly, “Nah, I’m more of a Y/C/S myself to be frank.”

“But...We don’t have that sport here? There are no girls sports at all actually...” Lorraine says confused. You go to cover it up, choosing to say it was a sport you play for fun at home, in the backyard. However, a beefy arm separates you momentarily from her, as the owner of the harm moves to pin her to the lockers.

You were going to walk away, figuring it was some sort of make-out session in the works, but upon looking at her before going, you notice that the man was absurdly unwanted. 

“Get your meathooks off me Biff!” she screams at the man, his huge form towering her much smaller one. Not taking the message, the pair continue to squabble, neither of them being successful in winning. The warning bell sounds over the halls and classrooms, alarming kids to get their asses moving, but it seems whoever this dick is, he feels he is greater than the school, and god forbid, knowledge.

“Hey, you do realize your not making a damn bit a difference, right? She’s not interested! And, quite frankly, it seems as if no one does! Now, if you don’t mind, could you please be kind enough to unhand her as some of us treasure a piece of mind and how to take a hint?” you finish, quite ticked off as the last bell warns, cursing under your breath as you already know your in for detention on the first day.

It finally seems that he’d caught a grip, thankfully, letting go of Lorraine’s arm and she quickly scurries out of his proximity, taking your hand to lead you to the class you both needed to be in. As you go to walk in, you are stopped by the teacher, scolding both you and Lorraine. Looking at her regrettably, she smiles defeated. So you decide to do what’s right, take the fall.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know where to go as I was trying to find where all of my classes were before I ended up lost every time classes switch. I caught up to Lorraine here at some point, and as she was hurrying to this class, she was kind enough to show me where I needed to be,” you finish, sighing guiltily.

“Well, as you’ve taken acknowledgment to your mistake, then you’d be just as happy with detention. After school, on Friday, as the first week is extremely busy. As for you, Miss Baines, thank you for your help. You are off the hook for now,” the older gentleman finishes, nodding to each of you personally before turning around and beginning just one of the classes you’d have today. This is going to be fun!

///LATER///

Finally, after grueling hours of just a few of your classes, lunchtime had came round, giving you a slight break. Catching sight of Lorraine, you smile and wave, going in the direction of Marty, or Calvin Klein, as you’d heard Lorraine go on and on about. You’d known it was him the second she’d said it, the brand not yet known to man yet; or at least in this timeline, it wasn’t.

As time had went on, it was only natural for the peace to be broken, as a newly familiar face was starting to appear more and more, Biff Tannen, as you’d known his name by now. But, instead of heading towards Lorraine, he makes his way over to the table you were residing with George and Marty, sitting himself right beside you. 

At first, you were trying to ignore him, knowing his presence was there, but keeping your eyes trained on either Marty or George, eyes dancing between the two. Biff, being the everlasting child he was, tried to catch you attention, trying stupid ass things after the other: kicking your shins, pulling your ears of hair, flicking your head, and even trying to tug on the 50′s style dress you’d been forced to wear to play your part. 

Only when he goes to tug your hair once more is when you finally snap, turning a furious glare to the hulking figure beside you, shoving his shoulder in a feeble attempt to create distance. He giggles at this, his body not moving an inch at all. “You can’t be serious right now! You don’t know when to quit it, do you?!” you scream, fed up with his shit.

“Well, if you’d give me the human decency of turning your head when I’m trying to talk to you, then I wouldn’t have to pester you, now would I?” he asks in a teasing tone, no doubt taunting you, but all you do is stare him down, getting lost in a staring contest, daring him to say something again. “Alls I wanted to say was that we have detention together. Just thought I’d let you know since you got me in all that trouble this morning.”  

“Why you-!” And with that, he gets up with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, prancing out of view and back to the table he and his gang usually sit. Watching the whole interaction, George smirks at Marty, the pair giving an unspoken mutual agreement to whatever they had both caught on to, bursting into fits of laughter moments later. 

“You have a longer tolerance than I do, I-I-I’ll tell you that much,” George says, his usual slight stutter back in place, Marty laughing once more. As George joins in again, you couldn’t fight it either, giving into the childish antics.

///LATER///

To say your week had gotten any better than the first day was a lie. It hadn’t gotten any better, and your meetings with Biff at lunch had only gotten all the more common and all the more infuriating. He’d made it his duty to agitate you in any ways possible, even resulting in whispering something nagging in your ear when you weren’t paying attention, usually doing something in your locker.

Either way, he was on the countdown to Friday, it being constantly on his mind, mentally counting down the days, hours, minutes, and even seconds until the two of you were locked in a room alone.

Unfortunately, that day had seemed to come way faster than you’d like, Friday rolling around quite quickly. School had finished, and you were making your way to the front office, awaiting a tiring 2 hours with only yourself and Biff as company for the time being. You hadn’t known where the room was, and instead of spending time looking for it, you gave up and looked for the office instead, the nice front desk lady leading you where you needed to go.

Upon entering the room, there was Biff in his prime, casually spread across his chair, legs crossed atop his desk nearest the windows. Sighing, you ignore him, deciding to sit on the opposite side of him, the front desk lady giving you a sympathetic smile before she closes the door behind her. You look at the wall, head turned away from him like the plague.

You knew it’d only last so long until he’d speak, the time coming way faster than you pleased. Given it was Friday, you couldn’t even do homework or even study in order to block him out as he started to blabber, running his mouth over stupid shit once more. Inhaling through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth slowly, you straighten in your seat, hands clutching the desk so tight, your fists turned white. 

“Biff, Sweetheart, Baby, Doll Face, Hun. Please. PLEASE. Shut up for five god damn seconds. I know you truly have nothing to say, so why do you insist on speaking so much?” you finally say, hands prying off the desk to turn in his direction exasperated. 

“Well, if you’d just talk to me, Shortcake, I wouldn’t have much to say at random,” he answers, copying your actions and posture. With this change in childish demeanor, you give in, laughing at him in an unexpected rush, running your hands through your hair tiredly. 

Although you hadn’t seen it, he’d smiled in satisfaction upon seeing you laugh, the glitter in your eyes much more captivating than it ever was when he looked at Lorraine. He hadn’t barely pestered her since you’d barreled into his life. It was weird, but he welcomed it with open arms. And for the first time, he learned what it was like to have an actual, clammy-handed, closed throat, warm, cheek-tinted, teenage crush. A crush that left his heartbeat loud and fast, breathing ragged and uneven, and his behavior out of character and out of his control. Lorraine was way under whatever level he’d placed you on, holding you up on a pedestal like you were the sun or sky.

Of course, you hadn’t taken notice to his antics, just thinking he was annoying. Just Biff being his notorious self. But, as you finally calm your breathing down, the giggles fading, you decide to give him a chance, knowing that sitting in silence is just going bore you. Smiling warmly, you say, “So what do you want to talk about then?” 

///LATER///

Grabbing your bag, you get out of your seat, giggling at a story Biff had told you. He follows your lead as well, getting his own as he lets out a bark of laughter at a certain part. You guys looked like idiots as you shoved each other down the halls, making your way out of the school as your detention had came to a close. Sighing as the warm sun radiated on your skin with the light, spring breeze, you stretch out any kinks the classroom chairs and desks had left. Biff watched you intently, your small body easily swallowed by his shadow beside you.

The sun was setting and it was getting late, although you weren’t concerned. The boys knew you wouldn’t be home ‘til late due to the detention you had initially despised. Now, you and Biff were side by side, walking peacefully to his car in the school’s parking lot. For once, he was quiet, great company to have. It was something else for sure, but you enjoyed it. As you came up towards Doc’s place, you’d realized that Biff had drove you home like a gentleman, too lost in the conversation to notice earlier on. 

Sheepishly, you itch the back of your neck, realizing your mistake and feeling guilty for making him walk all this way to now have to walk all the way home. “Ah- Sorry...I didn’t realize I’d dragged you all the way out here. Now you have to drive all the way back.”

“It’s no problem, really. I liked it. It’s nice to talk to someone other than the guys every now and then. And to have A female speak to me instead of screaming,” he answers, now being the one who is a bit shy.

“You do know that you bring that on yourself right?” you say teasingly, now leaning your head on your hands, propped up on the passenger side door. “Not every girl would want to kick you in the groin if you showed a little more respect, “ you finish off with a smile.

“Yeah...Yeah I know. I’ll try harder, I swear.”

“That’s all I ask,” you say with a wink, drumming your hands on the door as you take a step back, waving as you start walking down Doc’s driveway.

“Hey!” Biff calls from the car, stopping you in your tracks to turn around, facing him with a smile. “Uhm- Well- The Enchantment Under the Sea Dance is coming up next week...Would you mind being my date?” he asks, stuttering as he feels his cheeks heat up, nervous as hell.

“I’d love to!” you answer, turning back around to walk into the house. Biff does a little fist bump as he puts the car back in gear, excited for what is to come.

///

Marty was a little less than amused with this newfound knowledge once entering the door and going over the events of the day. It was only when Doc had suggested that the date with Biff would keep him away from Lorraine, giving George the freeway to attract her long enough for their True Love’s Kiss. Then, and only then, did Marty give the okay, shaking his head, but liking the fact that it’ll give George some time, being the nerd that you know and love.

///Enchantment Under the Sea Dance///

Checking yourself over in the mirror for the final time, you let out a nervous yet satisfied sigh, feeling like an absolute princess. You never minded dresses too much, although you couldn’t deny the fact that normal pair of shorts, jeans, or even leggings were your first choice. All that mattered was that you liked the dress you were wearing, it fit you; it was your favorite color, length, and strap(less) type to hold everything in.

Walking out, you grab the pair of heels to match, knowing that you couldn’t get away with sneakers in this generation, painfully grimacing at the reminder. Finally standing, you recount when you had gotten the dress just a few days ago, having gone with Lorraine and the her two friends, Babs and Betty. They were very endearing and supportive the whole time, you not having to worry about being “to picky” as they were just the same. You ended up loving the dress given that you’d taken the time without pressure.

As you walked into the main room of the garage, you heard a low whistle of Marty, Doc slapping him on the back of the head for it. Giggling, you curtsy and spin in the dress. Doc, the gentleman he always was, compliments you, “You look amazing, my dear. Let’s hope this boy deserves it, hmm?” 

As an answer, you hug him tightly, knowing that, by the end of the night, he will be nothing but a dead man at home, in a lonely, dark parking lot. Your eyes tear up just at the mere thought of it, clutching him tighter. Marty seems to be on the same wavelength, going to interrupt the moment with great urgency, trying to pass him a piece of paper.

“Marty, if this has anything that involves my future, do not. And I repeat, DO NOT try to hand it to me. Whatever happens, happens young man. That’s how the world works,” he says in a warning tone. You wanted to disagree, but you knew the truth that was laced beneath it, as if it was a punishment. You whimper instead, pulling him in tighter; Marty looking down in defeat, soon switching to anger. In the midst of it, he storms out of the garage, getting in the car to go pick up who you’d hope was Lorraine for the dance.

“Just let him go...” you start, sadness evident, “He’s just not very happy with the outcome of what the future has in store for you. Quite frankly, neither am I.”

“I’m sure whatever the outcome is, that I wanted to go with it, dear. I assure you, I’m fine,” Doc answers in a consoling tone, wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. You knew it was just a mask, no one wants death, but you knew he needed to go no matter how much you hated it. So you nod, not having to say much more as a honk sounds from outside.

“That’s Biff...” 

“Have a great time! Make sure the McFlys kiss!” Doc screams, following out of the garage, scolding Biff from behind you.

“Yes sir!” you scream back, saluting him as you take a seat in the passenger.

///

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Biff says after a while, finally working up the courage to speak.

“Thank you Biff. And you look handsome yourself,” you giggle, the car pulling into the lot. 

He shuts the engine, grabbing his keys from the ignition and closing the door, making his way around to you as you let yourself out to straighten yourself out. He takes your hand as he leads you to the entrance of the dance, you sighing in relief as you catch a glimpse of Marty pulling up in a car with Lorraine. Finally, you relax, grasping on Biff a little lighter and with more meaning now as you have the night to yourselves. He smiles down at you as you wrap your arm within his, something Lorraine does with you quite often.

With the party in full blast, you let loose with the music, dancing and joking around with Biff. At some point, however, he says he needs a drink and will be right back. Although, he doesn’t seem to actually come back. You’d thought you’d seen him spiking the punch just as few moments ago.

Just as you were going to in the direction of the hallways to the rest of the school, you notice Match, one of Biff’s friends, storming out of the gym through an exit. Taking your bets, you follow behind him, soon being greeted by a huge commotion of screams, all of them from familiar people. Biff was in a car with Lorraine, her dress pulled and taken off in parts. He was no doubt about to do something stupid, the fact pissing you off, saddening you in some ways as well.

The others that were screaming were also George and Marty, the pair trying to get Biff to stop before he regrets it. He doesn’t listen, unfortunately, until your voice booms over the rest, “Biff!” 

His head snaps instantly in your direction, the situation dawning on him the instant he looks at your face. You hadn’t meant to portray your emotions so clearly, but your face had shown such distraught and hurt. He lied. He had gotten over Lorraine, yet the moment she was alone, he runs right back to her.

With his momentary change of focus, George finally steps in, “You get your filthy hands off of her!” finishing with a blow to the jaw that knocks Biff off balance. 

Marty looks to you sadly, but tries to smile in cheers as George and Lorraine leave together, motioning that he was going to follow them just in case. You nod, looking down now as your play with your fingers. You didn’t know what to do now as the only reason you were really here was for Biff. You weren’t needed for Lorraine and George, you knew Marty had it.

You decide to make your way home then, as there was nothing else you could do. Dances were just drags anyway, nothing worth while. “Your just going to leave? Just like that?” asks a deep voice, his body having gotten back off the pavement and stood by the car he was pinned against.

Without turning, you answer his question with another, “Why not? There’s nothing left here for me is there?”

“And why wouldn’t there be?” Biff asks once more, no doubt ticking you off at his usual teasing tone.

“Well, let’s see. You. You asked me to the dance as your plus one. I came here as your date. We have a good time, we dance, we talk, and then you come up with an ‘Oh I need a drink’ charade, not returning. Then, I come to find my date in the parking lot, about to get his licks in on a woman he was apparently over with! So tell me, what is left here for men here, Biff?” you finish, tears pooling your eyes over the time, although you don’t let the fall, keeping them there.

He looks guilty, you can see it, but you don’t care. Your not in the wrong this time. But, as your blood starts to cool down, you do notice the look in his eyes, the change in his demeanor, and the utter remorse that has overcome him. He has his head down, fists clenched at his sides, body stock still. He doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is that he’d fucked up.

“Or was this your fabulous way of telling me that you love me?” you finally ask, eyes moving to look up at him in a teasing manner.

He hadn’t expected you to speak, head snapping up to meet your gaze in confusion. Being as you’d looked at him with a glint in your eyes, he finally lets everything click together; you’d forgiven him. His face heats up in bashfulness however, as your words resonated within him as well, hand going to itch the back of his neck again.

You giggle, walking up to him now, hands going to his collar. Pulling him down, he gazes at you in amazement, his own hands falling to rest on your waist. Then, you crash your lips to his, pulling him ever closer. It takes him a moment to get the hang of it, soon pulling you closer to himself as well. Lifting you slightly, he sets you on the hood of his car, the height difference a definite stretch for him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, you were perfect. Just the same as he was perfect for you.

[cherry-gemz]

Open Book: Part I

Summary: As the Assistant Librarian for a small town in Florida, you find yourself intrigued with an extraordinary little girl and her charming uncle. As each day goes by, you teach the girl about adventure and mystery with your love of books. Little do you know what's in store for you next.

Pairings: Y/N and Frank Adler

Rating: PG, all fluff

Word count: IDK, failed at the assignment 2k+ lol. So I split the fic.

Challenge Prompt: Write a story about someone trying to find the perfect birthday gift.

A/N: Happiest of birthdays dear @a-little-counter-esperanto. You are the bees knees and really a true gem! I'm so happy we've become friends - we have so many things in common it's cray. I'm wishing you all the love and happiness, sunshine! May you continue to have a fantastic birthday sleepover and enjoy being loved by all! Hope you enjoy the fic xx - Cherry

"Did you get the flowers?" Mary asked as she sat on the couch flipping through the tv.

Frank patted his chest and then his jeans in search of his keys.

"What?"

Mary kept changing the channels without a beat,"Frank. You're supposed to buy a girl flowers on the date."

Frank furrowed his brow, "Uh...no. Have you seen my keys? Really?"

Mary rolled her eyes, "She's not gonna kiss you goodnight."

He searched on the kitchen table and rummaged through old mail when a knock at the door interrupted his concentration. As he bee-lined to the door, Mary turned off the tv and hopped off the couch to grab her latest book she'd chiseled her way through for the week.

Frank swung the door open abruptly and started you as you stood at their doorstep.

"Hey! You made it, great!" Frank exclaimed. "Sorry, my head's a mess."

Mary now situated herself at the kitchen table and shouted over her shoulder, "It's because he hasn't been on a real date in over six months."

Frank turned red," What? No...I mean yes, but jeez, Mary. Remember we talked about how to read a room?"

He turned back to you, "Come in, come in. I'm just trying to find my keys."

You chuckled and nodded to the doorknob which held his set of keys and he smacked his forehead.

As you walked into the house, you noticed little knickknacks here and there on shelves. And books. Mountains of books everywhere. Piling on top of each other.

"Hi Mary," you smiled as she kept her back to you, nose deep in her book.

"Mary…" Frank scolded as he put his hands on his hips.

"Hi, Ms. Y/N."

You smiled as you approached her, "May I sit?"

She nodded in agreement and you pulled out a chair.

"I brought you something…" you say as you rummage through your canvas bag for your book on crabs. "Well, actually I was hoping you could help me...see…"

Frank smiled as he saw the two of you bonding. He caught himself admiring you more than he'd like to admit as he needed to head off to his date soon. He appreciated your assistance with babysitting Mary as the two of you first met at the local library. His date, Justine, was a waitress at the bar he would visit from time to time. While there was a chemistry between them, it was really just through vanity. With you, he had come to know you at a deeper level: the way you’d squint or furrow your brow when reviewing your clipboard. Or how adorable you’d look chewing on the cap of your pen when trying to finalize an email at your desk. He saw that you loved the color yellow, considering how many skirts and cardigans you’d paired together. And that you were a romantic at heart - the classics were your fave to read and how’d you get lost in historical facts when he had first asked you what your hobbies were. Seeing how a beautiful person you were, inside and out, he now regretted asking Justine out with you on his mind.

Mary's eyes scanned the books of quantum physics and mathematics. At first you thought perhaps she had another book instead, but as you watched her day in and day out, you were astounded at the tiny prodigy and her ability to ascertain such knowledge at her age. You'd correct the cataloging errors for the day and find her reading for enjoyment it seemed.

Then one day Frank arrived. Mary had always left on her own, but as if it were any old regular day, the handsome uncle came to retrieve his stellar niece. He had a warmness to him. His dark brown hair and beard complemented his face, one that was obvious in an overall attractiveness. And he was kind, he showed that by adopting his niece after her mother had passed away and truly nurturing her gifted talent. You learned he fixed boats for a living and lived not too far from the library. You smiled at the odd pair together, they somehow seemed to work however.

As you checked their books out, Mary tiptoed over the large walnut desk and glanced at you.

"You're pretty," she stated.

"Mary. What did we say?" Frank tsked, embarrassed, but didn't disagree with her observation.

"What? Frank, you told me that I need to state facts, rather than assumptions. And I am stating a fact that Ms. Y/LN is pretty. Do you think she's pretty, Frank?"

Frank coughed into his fist and blushed, you smirked, half wanting to know his answer, half laughing inside of how Mary was so blunt.

"Yes, Ms. Y/LN is very pretty," he replied and gazed at your eyes. He licked his lips and you had to turn away feeling flushed. You closed the last book and placed it in Mary's backpack.

"All set," you replied. "These are due on the 23rd."

Frank zipped up the backpack and slung it over his broad shoulder. "Thanks, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Oh?" You replied as Mary looked at you both attempting to assess the flirtation occuring before her eyes.

"Well, yeah, she loves it here, I mean. And we have a few other books to return."

"Yes, we'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Mary."

"Bye," Mary replied and skipped off.

Frank showed up every day after that. You found it endearing, but not wanting to read into something that wasn't there, you focused your attention on Mary. That only seemed to peak his interest further. While he had a knack for attracting women, his heart was never in it for the long haul since the minute they found out about Mary, they'd either run away from the possible responsibility, or Mary would run them off herself. But with you it was different. You were genuine and kind to Mary. Knowing quite well of her mathematical abilities, you would challenge her in other areas: art, zoology, history. You found that while she could read more college level books than any person you met in the small town, she still was a child wanting to learn about all other aspects of life. You'd sit together at a table: you, reviewing inventory spreadsheets for the latest book fair and her, immersed in some book that would put you to sleep at night.

"Frank, you should ask Ms. Y/LN out," Mary stated one day as the three of you sat at a table together. Frank practically choked and you shook your head, secretly wanting to say yes.

"Aw, Mary. Well, I bet Ms. Y/LN has guys lined up at her door every night."

"No, she doesn't," Mary replied as she turned a page of her book. Frank laughed and placed his hand on Mary's shoulder, pretending to shake her.

"Well, actually Ms. Y/LN…" he said as your heart skipped a beat.

"Y/N," you interrupted. "You can call me Y/N. I feel we're on a first name basis now considering you're here everyday."

“Y/N,” he smiled. His hair was more combed today. You had noticed that he seemed to be disheveled when you first met him, however either Mary’s tactics were rubbing off on him, or it was your pure imagination.

“Yes?” you piped. You haven't been regularly dating lately. There just weren’t many prospects these days. Not ones that could keep up with conversation, let alone intellect. So instead, you found yourself immersed with your favorite fictional characters in the sea of books you’d grown to know and love.

His brow furrowed, he seemed nervous and he picked at the edge of a book as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

“Do you have a favorite book?” Mary interrupted as Frank turned to her, but seemingly glad she saved him from embarrassment.

“Do I have a favorite book? Hmmm...” you thought and a childish smile appeared on your face. “I have many favorite books, Mary...The Velveteen Rabbit, The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe…”

“Yeah, but what’s like your most favorite book?”

You extended your hand out to her and she willingly accepted. Frank perked up his interest as he watched the two of you scamper off into the fiction area. Curious, he stood up and decided to follow. The two of you giggled quietly as you made your way around the columns, your free hand lightly ghosting over the spines of the books. The subtle scent of paper and dust permeated Frank’s sense of smell. He was more of an outdoorsy person nowadays as he had left behind his scholarly days teaching in Boston. It’s where Mary learned most from, his appetite to keep learning, vernacular, and wit . You slowed down and perused a row until you found your favorite book.

“Aha!” you exclaim and hid the book behind your back as Mary jumped up and down with excitement. “Now, I’m not sure if this is something you’d be interested in, it’s more for ten year olds in my opinion. However, I know you’re a very mature young lady and I find that you’d quite enjoy the story if you give it a chance.”

Frank smiled, perplexed as to what book could possibly be your favorite. You pulled the book from behind and showed Mary.

“Little Women,” she stated. “By Louisa May Alcott.”

“Yes. It’s a beautiful story, really. About sisters and the trials they endure during the American Civil War. There’s friendship, love, and growth.”

Mary bunched her nose, you could tell she was on the fence about whether she’d enjoy a story about fictional sisters and yucky love stuff. You started to pull it away, however she grabbed it from your hands. You laughed and looked at Frank who leaned onto the columns and folded his arms.

“Seems someone is wanting to expand their horizons,” he chuckled.

“So it seems,” you smiled back as Mary skipped off to return to the table leaving the two of you behind.

“I’m more of a Lord of the Rings man myself.”

“Really?” you responded playfully. “The Hobbit included, right?”

“Of course,” he scoffed. “I think I actually just read that one to be honest, I just wanted to impress you. I spent my time reading Calvin and Hobbes more, probably how Mary learned my sarcasm.”

You laugh and touch his forearm as a reflex, but quickly realize and pull away. The spark that you felt when you connected was undeniable. You felt butterflies with him standing next to you and you hoped he hadn’t noticed your inability to remain calm.

“Y/N…” he started to say nervously. “Would it be alright if I called ya? Maybe we can get together sometime?”

“Oh, umm,” you replied, caught off guard. While you definitely had caught feelings for the handsome man, you never would have thought it’d be reciprocated. You stuttered, trying to gather your response.

Your hesitation threw him off, and he quickly replied, “I mean...like to sit for Mary or whatever. She really likes you.”

“Of course...yes,” you reply defeated in hopes that he would have asked you out. Instead of asking why he didn’t, you started to walk back to Mary. Frank scrunched his face in frustration in knowing he missed his shot with you and blurted out the most platonic question instead. He realized as well and quickly shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and followed your lead.

Frank watched as you comfortably plopped yourself next to Mary on the couch, dreading that he had to meet up with Justine. He’d much rather relax on the couch with you and the rugrat, enjoying some silly kids movie together.

You peered over the couch, “Is it okay if she has popcorn?”

“What? Yes,” Mary said flatly and jumped off the couch to the kitchen.

“Okay, miss. But not too much sugar. Bedtime is still at 9,” Frank replied as you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s the weekend, Frank,” Mary called out from the kitchen.

“Yes, but-“

“Will you be late?” you asked.

He looked at you in surprise, “Um, no. Probably before ten?”

“Okay, have fun.”

“It’s Y/N’s birthday,” Mary replied, carrying two coke bottles and a bag of jelly beans.

You shook your head in regret of ever telling the child when your birthday was. She was so inquisitive that day, asking about all your favorites: food, animals, books, and now birthday.

“It’s your birthday?!” Frank asked.

“Yeah, no big deal.”

“How old are you?” Mary asked as she set the drinks on the coffee table and then remembered how Frank would scold her about leaving water rings. She grabbed the coasters and placed them under the bottles.

“Mary!” Frank detested and placed his hands on his hips.

“How old do you think I am?” You tease, waving off to Frank that it was okay.

“Older than Justine, that’s for sure. She said she was 24, but looks 34. But she acts like she's 12. She hasn't even read anything on quantum physics, she thought wave mechanics was something Frank was working on with a boat,” she said coolly and popped a few jelly beans into her mouth. She nestled herself back into the couch cushions and wiggled her feet.

“Mary Elizabeth!” Frank’s voice boomed as he entered the living room.

Mary leaned over to whisper to you, “Frank says I'm not supposed to correct older people. Nobody likes a smart-ass.”

“And a busy body,” he huffed.

You nodded and laughed quietly, entertained at his expense.

“Well I am 32,” you smiled and looked at your watch, “As of one hour ago as a matter of fact.”

“That’s good. You’re much more mature than Justine and a better fit for him. Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“Mary…that’s it. You’re on your last warning,” Frank bellowed. “Don’t make me let Y/N go home and then you’re stuck with me tonight.”

“What? No! Okay. I’m sorry,” she lamented and folded her arms.

Frank’s demeanor changed as he turned to you, “I hadn’t known it was your birthday. Don’t feel pressured to sit for her tonight if you have other plans.” Secretly he wanted to cancel on Justine and spend the night celebrating you instead.

“Oh it’s okay! It kind of appeared out of nowhere. I usually go back home and celebrate with friends and family, but my schedule didn’t permit it this year. Next year, perhaps.”

“What’s your favorite dessert?” Mary asked as she chewed on another handful of jelly beans.

“Red velvet cheesecake,” you smiled. “I have a sweet tooth.”

Frank couldn’t concentrate on his date with Justine. His mind was elsewhere. On you. Justine grazed her hand as they sat next to each other at the bar. He seemed unfazed by her gesture and looked at his watch, 9:14pm. Would it be too obvious if he cut the date short that he was into you? He coughed and took a swig of his beer.

“Do you wanna come back to my place?” She cooed and bit her lip in anticipation.

“What? Oh actually I was gonna head out. The sitter needed me home by 9:30,” he lied.

“Oh, sitter?”

“Yeah, Mary. Remember? My niece?”

“That’s right. How old is she again?”

“Seven,” He said, annoyed. He recalled they had met once before. The bartender approached them and handed Frank the receipt.

“Hey, do you have any desserts on the menu?”

Justine’s ears perked in curiosity of where he was going with asking about dessert.

The bartender grunted slightly and threw a mangled tri-fold menu and Frank grabbed it quickly.

“Buddy, ring me up for the red velvet cupcake.”

[xxiaoyang]

lucid | xiaojun (m)

xiaojun has one too many secrets, one of them proving much harder to hide

words: 4.5k

warnings/tags: smut, dom!reader, sub!xiaojun, virgin!xiaojun, build up, masturbation, handjobs, feelings, comfort, xiaojun is kinda baby

a/n: i have no idea what to tag this it’s just me not being able to shut up about dejun but enjoy~

to you, it was pretty obvious you had a thing for xiaojun. or at least you thought it was, but the boy seemed entirely oblivious to it. which thinking about it was probably for the best. xiaojun was most passionate about his music and performing and you'd never want to jeopardize that, even if you did stand a chance. so you kept your feelings at bay, as much as you could working beside the beautiful man. you did your job and helped him do his, and that's how it was.

xiaojun was naturally friendly and developing a friendship with him came easily, the two of you being comfortable enough with one another to go past something strictly business. and that comfort helped with your job, being one of the staff who helps with styling and makeup. makeup artist was your primary role, so you spent a lot of days being up close and personal, which was probably no good for your health, but was the closest you could get to your deeper desires. you had learned to be content with that.

what you failed to pick up on was that xiaojun harbored feelings of his own. the not-so-subtle stares, the fond eyes he held for you. the way he hung on every word when you spoke and how he reveled in your speech when you shared tiny details about yourself with him.  

xiaojun thought and felt similarly to you, thinking that it wouldn't be the best idea to get involved, but also that you wouldn't want a guy like him. he didn't think anything was really wrong with him, but when he compared himself to the other guys, he felt like he wasn't enough. to be frank, he felt too inexperienced.

to xiaojun, you were so smart, insightful, always ready to help and so capable. you weren't that far from his age, but still he couldn't help but look up to you. you were all of those things without even being condescending, only ever lifting the people around you up and encouraging them. which is probably why xiaojun's brain felt so liberated to let it get this far. he just hoped you'd never catch on to his lingering eyes and you could just stay like this, as his kind noona, as his friend.

but of course, secrets can only stay hidden for so long.

okay, so maybe xiaojun had a little problem on his hands. in his humble opinion, he'd say a pretty decent sized problem, but a problem nonetheless. and he only had maybe five minutes to solve it before he had to get his makeup done. by you. he could not let you see him like this.

he didn't mean to get this way, usually he was good at controlling his urges and suppressing any feelings that accompanied them, but when you showed up to the studio for the day, he never stood a chance. you had decided to wear a dress today. different from your usual loose fitting pants and tops, this dress was more form fitting, hugging your torso and allowing his eager eyes to take in the curve of your chest all the way down to your hips where it was a little more flared to reveal your pretty legs. 

fuck, this wasn't helping. xiaojun threw himself back against the wall and held his face in his hands, feeling disappointed with himself that he'd think such lewd things about you, and as a result, be sporting a very noticeable hard on in his pants right now.

he had already been in here for ten minutes, excusing himself almost immediately upon your arrival and retreating to a single person dressing room to try to calm himself down. but it wasn’t going away, and he only had a few minutes before he needed to get ready for the shoot. where he'd have to be next to you. with you looking at him with your pretty big eyes and leaning over to apply his makeup and your soft touches on his jaw when you hold his face steady, and your skin peeking out from the lower neckline of the dress and nope. he couldn't go out there like this. it wasn't even going down, how was he going to face you?

xiaojun felt the frustration filling him rapidly, panic joining the flood to his senses, and he knew there was only one way to get rid of this in time. and it made him feel sick. he hated that the idea even entered his brain. he was normally too shy to even participate in conversation that was remotely sexual in nature, never mind do something so dirty where anyone could see him. was he really about to jerk off in a dressing room? he glanced at the time on his phone. he had enough time to bust one out.

but it wasn't that easy. even as hard and aching as he was, he was hesitant with his touches, trying to keep from making any sounds that would allude to what was going on in here. more than that, he couldn't stop thinking of you. thinking of your warm voice and even warmer eyes and how disgusted you would probably be with him if you knew what he was doing. he was disgusted with himself. he felt like such a pervert doing this without your knowledge. he imagined the disappointment in your eyes if you ever found out and it made him want to cry. tears were already welling up out of frustration and shame and he couldn't keep going.

xiaojun kneeled down on the ground hunched over with his head in his hands, probably looking as disgraceful as he felt. he tried his best not to cry, but thought maybe if he did it would kill his boner. he didn't want you to see his eyes and ask what was wrong, though, so he just tried to calm himself and breathe.

in his concentration he hadn't realized he'd been there for more than five minutes, already being past the time he needed to start getting his makeup done. he didn't notice your soft footsteps approaching the door. he didn't even notice your careful knocks on the door or the click of the doorknob twisting and revealing his pitiful form to you.

it had been a while since xiaojun had literally ran away earlier. you’d walked into the set and greeted the rest of the boys, and before you could even get to xiaojun he was booking it to the dressing rooms. figuring that he just needed some space, you paid little mind to it, growing increasingly concerned only when you saw the time tick by on the clock, every other member already made up and ready for the shoot. you decided at this point it was okay to look for him and at least see what was going on and try to get him back to start the day. you never in your wildest dreams expected to walk in on what you were seeing now.

xiaojun was all but crumpled on the floor, his face buried in his palms, his shoulders shaky, and his pants down to his knees on the floor. you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering south and that's when you saw the tent in his gray briefs, a large wet spot spread over the front. he still hadn't noticed your presence, and you were thankful cause you were sure the look on your face was absolutely ridiculous.

your heart felt like it was in your ass and you were hit with three overwhelming desires. the first, to rush to his side and try to comfort him and find out what's wrong. the second, to close the door and find a room of your own cause you were definitely soaking your panties now. and the third and most prominent, you wanted to help him relieve his problem.

you did none of those as you now had the attention of xiaojun, who nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked up and saw you in the doorway, his heart two beats shy of a heart attack. he gaped at you, floundering for the words to say as he just curled into a ball and did his best to hide himself. when you said and did nothing, he swallowed thickly and said the only thing his brain could muster.

"noona, i'm so sorry, it's not what it looks like."

if he was on the verge of crying before, now he felt like he was going to break down. tears stung at his eyes as he watched your face, blurry through his tears. he fucked up. he fucked everything up. xiaojun let his head fall between his knees and hugged them close to his chest, trying to soothe himself and also astral project to a place where he hadn't just been caught like this, by you.

you snapped out of your stupor at the sound of his voice breaking into a small sob, jumping into action, closing and locking the door behind you and carefully approaching him on the floor. to hell with the shoot. they could do all the other boys first. right now, you had to figure out what happened here.

you kneeled a few inches away from xiaojun, a tentative hand coming to rest on his elbow, you figured that was the safest spot. you moved it to his knee when he didn't respond to your touch and decided to break the ice.

"junie, what's the matter?" you tried to sound as soft and neutral as possible. he cried harder at your words and you felt your heart clench with sadness. you had decided that you hated seeing xiaojun cry more than anything in the world. and you needed to make it to stop.

you tested the waters and put your hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them in an attempt to calm him. "hey, it's okay. you don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

of course, you were still so kind to him, even when he was being a creep like this. he didn't deserve it. he didn't deserve your help. but he was so humiliated he couldn't move. he didn't know what to do. he wanted to come clean just so he could rid himself of these burdensome feelings and at least know he was honest. maybe you would understand. you were always so understanding. he whined and shook his head miserably.

you were glad to at least get a response from him, now wondering if your presence was unwanted. you decided to push a little further and if he didn't budge, you would leave. pretend you never saw anything.

"no, you don't want me to help? do you want me to leave you alone?"

you were being so patient and now he was just being rude. he huffed and shook his head faster, hoping you'd accept his nonverbal responses.

you understood that he didn't want you to leave, he just needed some time, so you carried on caressing his shoulders.

"can you tell me what happened?"

honestly, you had a pretty good idea, if the still present bulge in his briefs was any indication, but you weren't sure how he ended up like this. he was already upset before he’d noticed you walked in on him, so it couldn't just be embarrassment. you wanted to hear it from him.

xiaojun let out a shaky breath, no longer crying and just recovering from the sobs that left him. he knew he had to explain himself. he realized that letting you make your own story would probably feel worse to him than even your worst reaction to the truth. so he steadied his breathing and lifted his head, still covered by his hands. he wasn't ready to see you yet.

"i don't want you to get mad at me, but i’ll understand if you do."

okay, now you were really confused. why would you be mad at him... for being caught jerking off? clearly something was wrong beforehand, but you still walked in on him. shouldn't he be upset over that? you stayed silent and squeezed his shoulder, silently telling him to continue.

he rubbed at his eyes and sighed. this is it. there's no going back from here. he's going to tell you the truth and everything will be different. at best, you'll pretend that it doesn't bother you and just be mildly uncomfortable around him and at worst, you'll be repulsed by him and avoid working with him in the future. maybe even quit working for the group. he pushed down those thoughts. he owed you the truth.

his voice sounded foreign to him when he started speaking, hoarse and small to his own ears. he peeled his hands from his face but kept his head down, not wanting to see the look on your face as he poured himself out to you.

"i'm really sorry, noona. i didn't mean to. i didn't want to do this, i just couldn't control it. i thought it would go away on its own and when it didn't i tried to make it go away and it still didn't and i just felt so awful cause i thought such dirty things about you. i just can't help it. i..." he hesitated, unsure whether it was weird to include this but figuring if he's gone this far, he should bare it all and let you decide with the whole truth.

"i just like you a lot. you're so good to me and you're so beautiful and i couldn't stop my mind from wandering but i know it's wrong and i understand if you never want to talk to me again. i just don't want you to think of me like this."

your head felt numb. you had stopped your small motions on his shoulders, needing all your focus to comprehend his words. he was like this... because of you? he liked you?

your heartbeat increased to a steady hum, vibrating in your chest at his confession. there was so much to unpack, and much you'd have to address later, but for now the boy you had such strong feelings for needed your help, and needed to be relieved from his guilt.

without speaking you placed a hand on his jaw, raising his head to look into his eyes. they were red and puffy and he looked so pitiful yet so pretty. you were sure you'd started daydreaming in the studio and this was all fabricated in your mind. but the way xiaojun was searching your eyes was real, and the way he leaned into your touch, now realizing you had been stroking his cheek this whole time, was very real.

you wanted to take it slow, to comfort him and tell him it was okay, but you were still vaguely aware of the passing of time and knew you didn't have much of it. you needed to get your hands on him - now.

"can i help you?"

was he hearing that right? did you mean what he thought you meant? not only had you not gotten upset with him, but you wanted to help him. does that mean you feel the same? or at least want him in the same way?

as if reading his mind, you nodded, a small smile spreading over your delicate pink lips.

you realized he needed a little more assurance before you could go on. "i like you too, junie, a lot. i never wanted to act on it, but i can't help it either. and i'd really like to help you, if that's okay." your eyes flicked down to his problem.

surely he was imagining this. you hand combing through his bangs brought him down to earth and he could only nod. he didn't even just want you at this point. he needed you.

"let me make it better, junie." the nickname rolling off your tongue and sending a shiver down his spine.

you leaned in slowly, eyes on his lips before fluttering closed as you hovered barely an inch away from him, his hot breath grazing your skin.

to your surprise, he closed the gap and pressed his lips against yours, desperation flowing through him. you led him in moving your lips, deepening the kiss and relishing how soft his were. heat rushed through you and you felt greed rising up in you. you wanted more. you needed to taste him.

poking at his lips with your tongue you pushed into his mouth, his lips instantly parting for you with a gasp, and you licked at his tongue with your own.

xiaojun's breathing picked up and you knew he was still feeling it. he wanted this just as much. deciding to be forward you push one of his legs down by his knee, letting your hand slowly crawl up his thigh.

he struggled to keep up with your kiss, your tongue twirling hypnotically around his, freezing when he felt your hand on his thigh. panic took over his senses once again, realizing he had left out one minor detail. he was a virgin.

"n-noona."

you pulled yourself from him reluctantly, looking back into his eyes that were angled with worry. "what's wrong? is it too much?"

he straightened against the wall and shook his head, trying to look confident. he need to look a little less pathetic when he said this.

"i've... i've never done this before." he fascinated himself with the sleeves of his hoodie.

your heart started rolling around in your chest. could he be any sweeter? you felt bad for a second, wanting his first time to be a little nicer than just some quick handjob in a dressing room, but more than anything you wanted to make him feel good.

"that's okay. i'll just use my hands and if you want me to stop at any point i will." you tried not to sound patronizing.

he shook his head again, a pout taking over his face this time. "don't want you to stop. i want you. i just don't know what to do." he blushed.

you had to giggle at how adorable he could be even in a situation like this, taking his face in your hands and pecking his pouted lip. "it's okay, you don't have to do anything. let me take care of you."

your smooth voice melted him to his core, fully surrendering to you and your touch. he trusted you. he wanted you to do whatever you wanted to him. he just nodded and threw his head back against the wall.

you glanced at your phone, already being way past the time he needed to be ready by. what's five more minutes going to do? not wanting to be interrupted, you sent a text to kun, asking him for a few more minutes to talk to xiaojun and to have everyone else go before him. he replied in seconds, apparently having been worried and told you he'd do what he could and to try to hurry and get him back out quickly.

you couldn't tell if he was suspicious from his text alone, so you threw your cares with your phone somewhere on the floor and went back to the beautiful boy in front of you. the same boy who had just admitted his feelings for you and the fact that he was hard because of you.

returning to kneel in front of him, you placed one more quick kiss on his lips and smoothed your hands down his chest to his hips then his thighs, straightening his legs on either side of you. his face and neck were flushed and he barely held eye contact, feeling shy under your gaze. you were drinking up the sight, saving a mental image for later.

without wasting any more time, you palmed him over his briefs, his dick still straining under the material.

"this must be hurting, hm?" you gave him a few experimental strokes through the fabric and he whimpered, nodding frantically at you.

before continuing, you decided not to do this on the floor, your bare knees also starting to go numb on the cold tile, and pulled him to stand. "come on, let's get you on the couch." you helped him pull his pants off over his feet so he didn't trip on them and laid him across the futon.

he looked nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie, looking so small and fragile under you like this. it ignited a flame in you that you’d yet to place, saving the thought for later to pay attention to the boy beneath you.

you held his eyes as you hooked your fingertips under his briefs, pulling them down his thighs slowly, then letting them trail down his torso to his now bared lower half. his dick stood tall against his stomach, tip an angry red and glistening with precum. you weren’t sure what to expect, but he was bigger than you thought he would be. of course, his dick was just as pretty as him.

"such a big boy" you cooed, not sure where the tone came from but continuing as xiaojun seemed to twitch when you spoke. he turned his head from you.

“noona, don’t tease me.” he sounded so small. you rubbed his thigh and smiled.

“i‘m not. you’re just so cute, so tall and hard for me.” he let out a whine.

you curl your fingers around his length, finally feeling him under your touch, already intoxicated by his warmth and velvety skin. wiping your thumb over his tip, you collect his precum and spread it over his head, earning a loud moan from him.

“as much as i want to hear those pretty noises, you gotta keep it down so no one hears us, okay, baby?” 

xiaojun felt warmth pour through his chest. he never knew how much he wanted to hear you call him that. he wanted to be your baby. he nodded and brought his sleeved wrist to his mouth, his other hand gripping his hoodie.

you started pumping him in a steady rhythm, not wanting to make him wait any longer but trying to make it as enjoyable as possible. he was squirming under you doing his best to keep quiet, small moans and breaths escaping anyway. he never knew how good it could feel with your hands bringing him there. he was half convinced he’d never be able to be fully satisfied with his own hand again.

your free hand came to scratch at his inner thigh, making him shiver under you. “tell me, what were you thinking of that had you so worked up?” 

he gulped, barely coherent but still finding the words, “was your dress. thinking about your... breasts,” he whispered the word, “wanted to touch them, suck on them, have them all over me.” he was panting, his words having a clear effect on both of you. fuck, he was so hot.

“mm, i would love that, baby. maybe next time, somewhere more private.” you both laughed airily.

you wanted to stay here and pleasure him all day, ignoring your responsibilities in favor of earning pretty sounds from your pretty boy. but you knew you couldn’t be much longer, hoping this would be enough for xiaojun and that you’d have another, better time with him soon. 

with that you picked up speed, twisting around his head and paying special attention to the edges, occasionally running you finger over his leaking hole and pulling sharp gasps from him. 

maybe it was because it was his first time with someone else, or because he’d been hard for so long, or just because it’s you, but the coil in him was tightening embarrassingly fast. you felt so good.

you could tell he was getting close with his moans increasing in pitch, barely held back by his hand over his mouth. he looked like an angel. he didn’t even look real. but you knew this was because not even your mind could produce something so divine. you wanted to see him let go for you, because of you. with that goal in mind you pumped even faster, making sure the most friction was around his head.

he felt himself falling hard, barely able to control himself under your ministrations. it was so much. his moans bounced off the walls of the small room back to his ears, making him wince. he knew she shouldn’t be so loud but couldn’t stop. 

“it’s okay, baby, let go.” 

he whimpered, entire body shaking as he was nearing the edge. he wondered if he could find a way to stop time and have more of you to himself, but he was grateful for this for now.

your hand moved up his abdomen, lifting the hoodie up to his chin and putting his torso on full display. you eyed his chest hungrily, flicking a finger over one of his pink buds and drawing a small cry from him. so sensitive. tucking the fabric under his chin, you brought your second hand to his center to cup his balls, gently thumbing at them and learning what he liked best.

between that new sensation and the twisting motion you were using, he was going crazy. you worked him so well, he was surprised he’d even held out this long. almost on cue, he felt the heat pool and he knew he was at his end.

“noona, oh my god,” he was almost thrashing in your hold now, “gonna cum.”

he held off for a few more seconds, unsure if it was okay to just let go like this, but with one particular twist of your wrist, he was sent spiraling over the edge.

“cumming!” his hips bucked into your fist, strings of cum shooting impressively far up his chest, painting him in white. 

you let him set the pace with his thrusts as you milked him through, watching his face for a tell of when it was too much. he whined and jerked in your hand and you let him go, dipping a finger in a streak of cum on his tummy and bringing it to your lips to taste. 

xiaojun’s eyes blew wide at that, sitting up and putting a hand on your wrist to stop you, but having been too late. 

“sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted.”

the tips of his ears burned red and he let himself slump back on the couch. “thank you, noona. i’m sorry you had to find me like that.”

you went to run a hand through his hair but decided against it, wanting him to look somewhat composed when you went back out there.

“don’t be. i’ll admit, i never imagined i’d confess to you under those circumstances, but i can’t say i mind.”

he giggled, and like that the sweet boy you knew was back, smiling and stretching out his arm for your hand.

you held his for a moment before jumping up at the sound of knocking on the door. you didn’t have to wait long to figure out who it was, kun’s stern tone piercing through the wood, “if you brats are finished, we have some work to do!”

biting back a laugh, you and xiaojun rushed to fix yourselves, him pulling you back by the hand to press his lips to yours. “thank you, noona.” you just smiled.

“of course.”

[mxvladdy]

heyy i just read your fic Case of the Munchies on ao3 and im Loving it!!!! its amazing!! i was wonder if youre accepting requests and if you haven’t done it could you write the same for the rest: mammon, levi, satan, belphi, dia, barbatos and smth for simeon and luke (ofc platonic) like how angles have a true form and that means they can never relax around mc and how solomon has so much power at his fingertips he can just snap and end them or smth like that? pretty please and thank you!!!!

A/N: Of Course! Of Course! I already did Mammon and Levi HERE so I’ll do the other four in this request! You sent me a lot of good ideas and I’ll sprinkle them out into other requests soon!

Hope you like it!!

Case of the Munchies prt 3!

Word Count: 4.2k

Characters: Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos

TW: Mentions of eating and cook humans, very mild gore

Satan

As the only full-blooded demon of the seven, he has thought about it...just hypothetically of course. When you were new to the Devildom he did find your scent more appetizing than the others. It’s a good thing he has the most restraint and control of all his kin, especially when it comes to his more base urges.

He doesn’t hide this knowledge from you. It’s readily available in the library and his own room in the history books. He just won’t bring it up. So if you don’t say anything, he won’t either. What would he say anyway? “Yes, I’ve thought about it, up until it was outlawed it was a staple of our diet after all…” Ye, probably not the best thing to say.

When you finally brought it up he was exasperated. Did you have to bring it up during the few hours he had alone with himself? He wasn’t going to lie but the thought of hurting your feelings would just about do him in.

He will alleviate your worries if you have any. If Satan was anything, he was genuine.

Mini Fic

His wine curdles in his stomach, turning sour along with the take-out he had nabbed for the two of you to enjoy tonight. Drinks and dinner were becoming a staple in your T.V. night tradition. If one of you had had a rough day you would drop by your favorite shop of the hour and pick up a meal to share while you vent.

Today in particular had been a shit day for him. Failed experiment after failed experiment, and one bottle that didn’t explode on impact with the potion he dropped. Sigh. At least your comforting words soothed his wounded pride a little. You chuckle at his escapades glad to see he is not hurt at least. It was nice to have someone to see the humor in something that normally would have dampened his mood.

“You’re a pest.” He laughs at you while snapping his takeout chopsticks in half to use. “I need sympathy-hours of work wasted.” You snort into your own bowl of udon.

“You need words of praise like Beel needs another stomach.” Satan gasps in mock insult pointing a sauce stained chopstick at you.

“How dare you insult your host! After I toiled over this meal of-” What did he get exactly? Honestly, when he placed the order he was near boiling with rage at his careless fumble. It was to be a surprise for you, something to give you a bit of magic while supervised by himself. He knew how frustrated you were with your lack of magical ability in class so he wanted to gift you something grand. Now he has to wait months to try again.

Ah, well...nothing ventured nothing gained as they say.

You watch him sulk over his soup dumplings, his mile away from the comfort of your company and his room. “Come on blondie.” You poke him with your foot before burying them under his pajama-clad thighs on the couch. “Eat your ‘hard earned’ meal before I do.” You snatch up his D.D.D forgetting your own food for a moment to set up your favorite streaming service to cast to his small T.V. “Want to watch a bunch of humans fail miserably at baking?”

"I thought you would never ask."

Satan feels you stiffen in his arms two hours into your bake-off marathon. Your takeout boxes are cold and forgotten on his coffee table, a bottle of wine gone between the two of you. He glances down at you curious.

You were transfixed on the screen. The novice baker on screen was struggling to keep his monstrosity of a cake upright. It was the annual Halloween episode and this fool went for a Silence of the Lambs inspired cake. A good concept really, but very poorly executed. The fake body parts and sugar blood weighted the pastry down dangerously. If he were, to be frank, the cake was also tacky as hell. Heh, he'd have to try to make this for Lucifer.

"Does his abuse of the piping gun offend you that much?" He jokes wrapping an arm around you.

Your laugh is breathy and lacks its usual warmth. "It is excessive isn't it?" You look up at him. "Hey, Satan-have you ever eaten people before?"

"Uhh…" Great, how eloquent. This came out of nowhere, did Lucifer set you up to this? No-no you wouldn’t. Would you hate him if you knew? “I have.” He admits through clenched teeth waiting for your reaction.

“Didn’t Diavolo ban it?” He can tell you are doing the mental math in your head.

He chuckles dryly. “Well, you never asked if I did it legally.” You move away from his touch and pause the show. “I mean...I did it legally! ” His mouth runs freely, his brain screaming at him to shut up.

“Satan.” You cross your arms unimpressed.

“It was a new law and I never meant to eat it for the most part. It was at a time where I was still struggling to control myself.” Young and stupid as Lucifer had said defending him every step of the way when he would slip up. Was it sold on the black market now? Yes. Did he know how to get it? Sure, but he would never nor would he tell you about it either.

You nod thinking about his words. “I can empathize.” Oh, thank the Devil. “Have you thought of eating me?”Ahhh. “Oh my God, you have.” You chuck a pillow at him with a laugh.

He catches the pillow and clutches it to his fiery hot face. “Everyone did at first!” If he was going down then he was going to take every one of his brothers down with him. “I wasn’t going to act on it! It was a spur of the moment-why are you laughing!”

“Sorry, sorry.” You wipe at the tears in your eyes wishing you had your phone to take a picture of his blushing face. “I kind of figured you did.”

Satan looks at you incredulously. “Shouldn’t you be a bit more torn up over this?”

You shrug. “After everything we’ve been through? I admit it was a shock to think at first but I mean, you would have done it by now right?”

“Well, thank you?” He flops back on the couch, still clutching the pillow to act as a barrier between you two. He’ll take it as a compliment.

You scoot close, nudging his knee with yours. “You ok?” He nods. “Can I touch you?” He nods again eagerly. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze. “Sorry, I made you uncomfortable.”

Satan chuckled, dropping the pillow to hug you back. “It’s ok.” He peaks your forehead. “Now, with that out of the way. Shall we finish this?” He swipes up his phone to hit play. You nod, flinging your legs over him to snuggle closer. “Good, I’m dying to know how he tries to save that thing. I’m putting money on icing.”

“You know.” You break the silence once more, unable to stop yourself. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being eaten...in some ways.”

Belphegor

After your first *ahem* encounter, he doesn’t bring up the whole food thing. He is afraid that if you learned about it, it would be the last strike for you and his relationship. Perhaps it’s paranoia on his part but better safe than sorry.

In all honesty, he didn’t eat it that much anyway. Killing humans was something he did often in his youth as a demon. A stupid attempt at revenge on his part. It filled the holes in his hearts to hurt those he believed killed his sister.

But to eat their flesh? Disgusting. He tried it a few times and it turned his stomach with every mouthful. He just hated them too much to even stomach them. He’s mellowed out with time but still never got a taste for it.

When you asked it was a shock but welcomed in a way. Like he could finally get this weight off his shoulders every time he looked at you.

Mini Fic

“It’s gross.” Belphie yawns, jumping up to sit on the high garden wall. He bends down to help you up placing you gently next to himself. The wind catches you by surprise threatening to topple you back from the wall before he rights you. He tosses his sweater over you with a nod of satisfaction.

You snuggle into the fleece lining burying your nose into the fabric. It smelled of elderberries and honeysuckles. Belphie watches you curl up into his side with a fond smile. “Seriously, you all are nasty.”

“Ouch!” You push his shoulder with a grin. “I feel like I should be offended on behalf of all humans.”

Belphie snorts, looking up into the bright colors of the night sky. “Good. Be offended. You, humans, are slimy.” You squawk indignantly. “It’s true, never in all my years would I willingly ingest it.” He shudders theatrically.

“Rude.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy? Lest I eat you?” He growls playfully, taking a swipe at you. He pulls you close to kiss the pout off your face. He stops only when your face is hot and your smile threatens to pull a muscle. “I’ll keep you safe, always.” He vows resting his chin on your head.

“Do you think other demons would try to eat me?”

“Have you met my twin?” He teases. He takes your jab to his ribs with a smile. “But if one of those lesser demons even tries to breathe in your direction I’ll kill them.”

“Ok, Mister sleeps till dinner.” You joke. His vow warms your heart a little, chasing away the small bit of fear that had rested itself in your chest. You saw how some demons looked at you at R.A.D, the longing and hungry looks got to be a bit much sometimes. A few older demons would discuss it loudly when they knew you were close by. Apparently, it was a long standing tradition of demons eating humans both body and soul when a pact was concluded.

Imagine what those brothers would do to them…

You shake your head hugging Belphie closer. You had nothing but his word that he would keep you safe, yet that was enough for you. Besides, he wasn’t one to follow the rules even at the best of times.

“I’m serious. You're off limits for everyone.”

You nod into his shirt, closing your eyes to enjoy the peace of the moment. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Diavolo

It is so far from his mind that when you say something it is like a rug was taken out from under him. He could be diplomatic about it, but you deserve better than a half-truth.

He was a wild child in his youth. Sometimes he would overindulge in his father’s heritage and gorge himself on his newfound powers and privilege. He would dine with the elders and eat with abandon under their proud eyes.

He regrets it now, in your company it brings up a slurry of emotions. Sometimes when he looks at you he sees flashes of his past behavior.

The urge is stronger in him than the brothers, a constant nagging tug in his guts, but he is strong. Stronger both in willpower and sheer physical prowess than them so the pull is more of an annoyance than a burning need. He can temper the hunger in other ways if need be *wink*

He fears what you might think of him if you ever found out the truth, but however you take it he will handle it in stride. He loves you too much not to.

Mini Fic

Dinners, when Diavolo could eat alone, were a rare and special treat. The solace of just being allowed to exist without constantly checking his posture or presentation was a blessing, just him, his thoughts, and a good meal. It was nice to have no paperwork to worry about staining this time or a tedious meeting where he couldn’t savor his meal. No, no this was good. He looks down at his heavily laden plate and smiles. Well, almost… Pulling out his phone he snaps a quick picture and sends it to you with a simple question. Join me?

Private meals were wonderful, but with you, they were perfect.

You arrive faster than he expected, flushed face and clutching a stitch in your side from rushing over. He almost felt bad before he saw the eager look in your eyes. Barbatos helps you with your school bags and coat before placing another plate of food across from the young lord. He winks at the prince before disappearing back through the door.

“Thank you for the invite!” You beam taking your seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind that I'm not dressed for the occasion. I was just wrapping up a study session with the boys.” You look down at your rumpled lounge clothes.

Diavolo waved his hand disregarding your concerns. “I would emulate you if I had the time.” He looks at his own pressed school uniform. He had another meeting this evening, much to his distaste. “You look rather comfortable.” You smile in delight before tucking into your own plate.

You eat in a comfortable silence reading the room well enough to tell that he wished for some company but not needless chitter-chatter. Barbatos arrived moments after you put your fork down and left with the plate leaving behind a delicious smelling hot drink. You couldn’t put your finger on the flavor but it tastes spicy like cinnamon and coats your throat like warm honey.

Whatever was in the drink seemed to work some magic on the prince. His shoulder droop, his back sinking into the chair as his legs stretch out till they are close to brushing against yours. He starts talking over the drink, eyes slowly lighting up with delight. You drink, nodding along with him as he builds up steam. It was nice to see him so unguarded and light. You listen to him talk about simple innocent topics. You knew how he tried to have these conversations with the others to no avail. The brother’s always tried to stay clear of him, and Lucifer simply dismissed these things most days. Barbatos and the angels were a bit better but still listened mostly to placate him.

“Ah!” Diavolo stops mid-sentence as his door opens once more Barbatos holding a small platter in his gloved hand. Dia claps his hands in delight. “I’ve been wanting to have you try this with me for forever. The human palate is so different, but I hope this is tasty.”

“What is it?” You eye the covered plate curiously.

Dia says a word in infernal. It is harsh and guttural in his throat but his delight was evident in his tone. “It is like...a roasted nut? Sorry, it is difficult to explain but it has been a favorite treat of mine since I was a boy. I hope you like it too.” He opens the lid with little ceremony and tilts the bowl to you. Inside were several golfball sized pods piled on top of each other. Even from across the table you could feel the molten heat radiating from the porous black shell. It looked...ugly. Like a hunk of dried lava. You eye it suspiciously as Diavolo picks one up with his bare hands and bits it. The shell cracks under his sharp teeth, a fang catching in a weak spot with a noise that makes you shiver. Underneath the thick casing, you could see a dark red and fleshy core. He hums in delight pulling put the meat of the seed and discard the shell pieces onto an empty plate. He makes quick work of the innards already reaching for another by the time you casually pick up a seed.

The seed itself was dense and warm to the touch. You squeeze it, noting that the porous coating felt like a mass of steel in your hand. “Dia-how do I open it?” No way you could bite it, not without breaking your jaw in the process.

“Allow me.” He takes it from you and effortlessly cracks it. “It is a tradition to break them with teeth, instead of hands or utensils. Something about a show of strength. I just find it fun.” He shrugs, handing you the broken seed.

“Fun!” You marvel at his pearly fangs. “Those are some big chompers.”

“All the better to eat you with my dear.” He chuckles.

You blink in shock, eyes widening. “Would you? Eat me?”

Diavolo’s smile drops. “No.” He lies on reflex, his political nature kicking in. “No-no wait.” He shakes his head. “I...at a time would have without hesitation.” He feels you recoil. “It was common practice back in the day. To the common demon it was a great meal and for the ruling class a show. He looks down at the broken fragments of shell on his plate. Breaking the shell was far too reminiscent of other things. He squashes the unwanted wave of memories coming up. Instead, he looks up at you.

You sit quietly mulling over his words. You haven’t run yet. “Why did you stop?”

He leans back with a loud exhale. Why did he stop? There were many reasons, none he wished to divulge into at the moment, but he had to say something. “I grew up, and began to resent and regret it.” He used to read human stories of demons and his kind. They hurt their characterizations of him and his people. Yet, they had all been scarily accurate. He wanted to prove that they weren’t stagnating beasts, slaves to their desires. Even if it wasn't a popular opinion.

“I see.” You pick up the seed again. “Thank you for telling me. You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, and to apologize… such admissions must have ruined your appetite. If you wish to retire-”

“Is it weird if it didn’t?” You cut him off. You felt-not apathetic to the knowledge but close to it. It confirmed a lot of things for you and put certain things in perspective. You still felt safe with him even with this new bit of knowledge. Without a second thought, you pop the treat into your mouth. You gasp in delight. The flavor and texture were not what you were expecting, but was delicious all the same. “Can you open another for me?” You push your plate over to him.

“Of course!”

The food was as wonderful as his company.

Barbatos

You knew he cooked it. He probably knows a million different ways to prepare a human. He is also very blunt about his dabblings in the market.

He doesn’t eat it, hasn’t ever. He sees no reason to, especially since he doesn’t need to eat anyway there is no temptation. He did find the meals he created beautiful though.

Once he lived for the praises of the courts and his young lord. He was a master at all mediums he cared to work with. Time, decorum, or of the flesh.

He is 100% unashamed of his past with the dark side of the Devildom’s history. In fact, he is damn near proud of it. He is a demon and it was a part of his life, if that frightens you, well there is nothing he can do about it.

He’ll entertain your questions and will try to put any lingering worries at ease. Just don’t expect to be coddled when he does.

Mini Fic

Barbatos had very few personal pleasures in his life. His schedule simply didn’t have the space for such things. So why even bother looking for a pastime. It wasn’t until Diavolo gifted him with an old worn cookbook did he find it.

Cooking was a necessity for his prince, but with that little book, it became something he looked forward to doing. Slowly, he began to seek them out, filling his growing quarters with cookbooks and loose-leaf slips of paper. He enjoys reading them. Each book was a little time capsule into the cook's life and memories. Could a mix of spices really remind someone of the arid heat of their motherland? Or does following a certain way of aging meat really honor the writer's late grandfather’s memory? He tries them all, each recipe a little invasion to a happier time.

He wrote his fair share of cookbooks too in his day. Simple modifications to things the young lord liked to the odd machinations of his own imagination. He got good at experimenting with flavors and textures over the years, mastering certain cooking techniques and flavors just for fun. He didn’t share many of them, a lot of his recipes were just too complicated for most. Luke was allowed to look at his pastry books only. The little cherub was enamored with his techniques and wanted to learn as much as he could in the short amount of time he was in the Devildom. Admirable, but he made sure to keep some of his...less savory books away from the boy. He shudders to think what Simeon would do if he scarred the young angel.

You are the only one who has full access to his collections. Whether you liked to cook was inconsequential to him. He simply enjoyed sharing this interest with you. Some nights you would take it upon yourself to be his “sous-chef”. Which meant you sat in the corner of the kitchen and read out the ingredients and steps for a recipe he knew by heart. Sometimes you would add in extra steps in an attempt to stump it. Cute...but ultimately failed each time. So, most nights when you tagged along to the kitchens you just flip through his collection, reading his immaculate scribblings crammed into the corners of the pages or where he scratched out certain ingredients for more demon-appropriate foods and more sustainable options.

You had gone through many beautiful books before you found it. The cookbook was small and inconspicuous compared to most. Just a simple black cover with a well-worn spine. What made you take notice of it was just how dusty it was. That wasn’t like him to do. Barbatos would never let something get so dirty. You wished you never had opened it. You weren’t stupid by any means, but after reading a few pretty graphic recipes it had unsettled you. So you withdrew from Barbatos trying to forget about the book tucked away deep in the bowels of your school bag.

“You’ve been distant.” You choke, hand flying up to your chest as you swear your heart skipped a beat. Damn demon. Should put a bell on him. “What’s wrong?” His eyes are piercing, cutting away at your feeble defenses.

“Nothing…” You fiddle with your bag’s strap. Your eyes drop to the floor taking in the differences between his polished shoes and your scuffed boots.

“Of course not…” You could hear the skepticism in his voice. “I trust that if there was something wrong you would feel safe enough to confide in me.” His words hit like a ton of bricks on your shoulders. He sighs seeing that his words got no reaction. “Please?”

Wordlessly you rummage in your bag and thrust the book into his chest. “Sorry. It shook me up more than I thought it would.”

Ah. He knew this book all too well. For a time it had been his favorite, one to pull out with Diavolo had guests or a deal that needed to be sealed. He accepts the book, noting how much your hands shook. “I understand.” He slips the book into his breast pocket making a mental note to hide it in one of his lesser used rooms. “Would you like to discuss this? In my room perhaps?” You follow with a timid nod.

“Where shall we begin?” Barbatos asks the moment he closes the door to his room.

“You don’t seem perturbed.” You frown. Barbatos shrugs, pulling the book out and opening it. He had a lot of good memories stored here. Some of these were still considered signature dishes, oftentimes a visiting dignitary would lament to him about the good old days when he could show off his craft when flesh was plentiful. He takes pride in that still to this day even. For as much as he loved you, he would not be ashamed of this.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You shake your head when he says as much. “It just confused me. Do-do you see me as food?”

“I never saw humans as food, no more than I see demons or angels as it.” He picks at an imaginary bit of lent from his pant leg. “As for seeing you as food no. No matter how sweet your lips are, or how honeyed your words can be.” He smiles, taking impish delight in your squirming. “I merely did my job as a butler for my lord.”

“Oh- sorry for not coming to you sooner.” You felt foolish now. Barbatos waves it off, pleased to have this issue put aside so quickly and cleanly. “Wait-" You gasp as his words finally sink in. “Have you prepared angels before?”

He flashes you a mischievous smile putting a single finger up to his lips. “Perhaps~ do you wish to read that too?”

[seattlesea]

bad representation in the riordanverse

Racism:

-Gave Hazel and Piper gold and ‘kaleidoscope’/brown-blue-green changing eyes and pretty much went ‘Let’s add some characters of color but they cANT HAVE BROWN EYES THAT’S NOT PRETTY ENOUGH’ as if whitewashing isn’t more than just the skin.

-East Asian characters: Riordan pretty much went 'Here are my East Asian characters- one of them looks like a fat baby on steroids and is super undeveloped, his mother is strict and cold, and all the others are just described as 'Asian' because different countries in Asia don't exist and there's obviously no difference between Japanese, Chinese, and Korean'. His portrayal of East Asian characters went like this: Frank: Chinese, chubby, hates himself, underdeveloped, described to look like a 'Chinese Canadian baby man' and a 'panda' as if that's not stereotyping, and only learned to love himself when he looked hotter.  Drew: Asian, villainized, rude, shallow, vain, and selfish. Ethan: Asian, rude, evil, a traitor, and deceased. Grandma Zhang- rude, strict, cold, traditional, and deceased.

-Hazel: Has gold eyes. Has 'cinnamon brown' hair even though dark brown or black hair would be way more inclusive and realistic. Had a mother portrayed as a rude and selfish witch who sacrificed, used, and trafficked her own child. Was the only character called or described as a witch while African-Americans were usually accused of witchcraft just for their skin color. Was the only character who was cursed. Had a mother who literally practiced voodoo. The only African-American character in the series before ToA who isn't dead (but she also died). Was paired with a sixteen year old guy even though African women are constantly forced with older men and that's blatantly racist stereotyping. 

-Piper: Had 'chocolate brown' and then 'mahogany' hair? Has kaleidoscope eyes. Put a feather in her hair (which is stereotyping)- and it was an eagle feather, which is also wrong because eagles are extremely sacred to First Nation tribes and only spiritual leaders or warriors can wear it or it has to be gifted by an Elder of the tribe, and Riordan basically went 'Feathers are very important and it's racist to make a character wear one at inappropriate times but I'm going to make my character wear one as a cute accessory to make her look cool, pretty, and headstrong and to add to her 'Aesthetic'’ even though Cherokees didn’t wear feathers (which proves he did the bare minimum of research). Constantly oversexualized (56% of First Nation women are sexually harassed and Riordan had the audacity to put Piper in an 'embarrassingly low v-neck' and to have her constantly drooled over by a WHITE MALE and have her sexualized by her 1000+ mother without her knowledge or consent).  It's said that her father was from a reservation in Oklahoma...but there are no reservations in Oklahoma, only cultural centers (which also proves that he did the bare minimum of research).  She's the only First Nations character and she's the only character (besides Nancy Bobofit) depicted as a kleptomaniac (First Nations people are constantly called thieves by racist assholes). “The week before, he’d turned down several million dollars to play Tonto in a remake of The Lone Ranger. Piper was still trying to figure out why. He’d played all kinds of roles—a Latino teacher in a tough L.A. school, a dashing Israeli spy in an action-adventure blockbuster, even a Syrian terrorist in a James Bond movie. And, of course, he would always be known as the King of Sparta. But if the part was Native American—it didn’t matter what kind of role it was—Dad turned it down.” (The Lost Hero, page 165). So her father is fine with playing an extremely racist and stereotypical Middle Eastern role but not a First Nations role. Uses a cornucopia as a weapon (how she got it- cutting it off a half-bull- is disrespectful to her culture as hurting an animal is banned and she used a cornucopia- a symbol of Thanksgiving- as a weapon). Cut her hair, which is basically taboo in First Nations culture.

-Samirah: Had an arranged marriage (at age twelve, and she believed that she was groomed to be married to a rich and respectable family and nothing else). Ripped off her hijab in front of tons of male characters. The only Muslim character. The only Muslim character and she's the only character who married her cousin (you're supposed to break stereotypes, not enforce them).

Thomas Jefferson Jr: Said that he was thankful to the British for not siding with the South during the American Civil War even though they needed the South's cotton (but they didn't side with the North either). AKA a black man and son of a freed slave was thankful to Britain for not openly oppressing him? And at the same time he was named after a racist slave-owner.

Reyna: She's brown and her entire story revolves around her being independent, strong, alone, and self-sufficient but also desperately needing love and support but then Riordan says that she can't get her heart healed AKA she went through an abusive home, killed her father, left her sister, felt alone her whole life, worked a two-person job alone for months, and had to put on a brave face for others throughout all this then was literally told 'Shut up no one wants to hear about your struggles, just suck it up and deal with it’ and have you seen all the shit brown girls have to go through and keep silent about it? 

Extra: -Latino, Puerto Rican, African-American, Chinese-Canadian, East Asian, First Nations, etc. characters and the two most powerful, best, and most skilled characters and who the stories mostly revolve around are two white guys AKA white supremacy.

-"Harriet Tubman, daughter of Hermes, used many mortals on her Underground Railroad for just this reason" and that World War II was caused by a child of Zeus and a child of Hades fighting very blatantly erases the shit those people went through and Riordan just went 'Let's use these racist movements as little easter eggs in my story'.

-Thanatos, who was chained and enslaved, is described with dark skin.

-Riordan writing the characters went a little something like this: Drew: You get common Eastern Asian features like dark hair and eyes because you're arrogant, selfish, conceited, and rude, and because you're an antagonist and you're going to be used to make one of my protagonists- who has unique traits- look good so you're going to have the basic, 'boring' physical traits so the readers know who's the more superior of the two of you. Leo: You get common Latino features like curly dark hair, dark eyes, and light brown skin cause you're the weird, hyperactive unattractive one who's very flirty but constantly gets rejected and you're the only main character without a love interest and the only way you can get a girlfriend is when she's forced to fall in love with you through a curse. Frank: You get common Chinese features like dark hair and eyes cause you're the fat unattractive loser who catches the eye of the African character who already has unique and 'special' traits so you don't have to be super attractive. Reyna: You get common Puerto Rican traits like dark skin, hair, and eyes cause you're the stoic, lonely, intimidating, and cold one who wants all the guys (two white guys for that matter) but none of them want you and they both have girlfriends with traits like blonde hair and gray and kaleidoscope eyes so the readers know who are the more interesting couples.  Piper and Hazel: You two get eurocentric features because you're the main characters I have to set apart from everyone else- including other females whom I'm going to make one of you rivals with- so the readers know who's more superior so I'm giving you unique eye colors that literally cannot be found in humans so I'm going to try to validate it by saying that it's from something mildly associated with your godly parent even though neither of them have those traits. Riordan basically said that the common features are bad and boring and that unique and special features- aka features not found in those ethnicities- are good and cool. Also- if gods don’t have DNA how can their traits be passed down to their demigod children checkmate Riordan.

-Cecil Markowitz is the only Jewish character in PJO and the first thing used to describe him is "That kid, always thinking about the potential payout".

-Lavinia said that she was going to bring her date to her bat mitzvah even though you don't bring dates to bat mitzvahs or bar mitzvahs and she said that it was 'awkward' to tell her rabbi that someone was going to be her date even though you don't explain your guestlist to your rabbi, and they're most likely not even going to be at the party.

-Only three Latino and Puerto Rican characters (Leo, Reyna, and Hylla) and all three came from abusive households.

-Leo said 'Mamacita' as if that's not stereotyping.

-Made Nico ‘pale’ even though he had olive skin and gave him black hair and dark eyes despite Italians usually having light hair and eyes just to add to his ‘Goth Boy Aesthetic’.

-Hazel described Pluto to look like Adolf Hitler.

-Carter Kane said that Elvis took African-American music and made it sound like rock 'n roll and described it as cool- like no it’s cultural appropriation. 

-Leo was abused and Riordan thought that it'd be funny to make all the other characters line up to punch him and then try to make it look funny. 

-Gave almost every single POC character a white name and sometimes gave them white first names and POC surnames, and Reyna and Bianca are the only POC characters with names from their culture/native language and one of them is dead and reborn as someone else and the other’s full name wasn’t revealed until the fourth book in her series and she hates using it.

-Made two POC characters with names from their culture- Samirah and Olujime- go by white nicknames (Sam and Jamie) to make it ‘easier to read’ despite having white characters with the same amount of syllables in their names (like Annabeth) that didn’t go by nicknames.

-Never actually described the characters of color with physical traits from their ethnicities (Reyna, Hylla, and Leo with big eyes, thick eyebrows, brown hair, wide noses, full lips, etc., Piper with almost-oriental eyes, shovel teeth, high cheekbones, black hair, etc., Nico with light or brown hair and eyes, olive skin, a narrow nose, etc., Hazel with a wide nose and lips, dark brown eyes, black or dark brown hair, big eyes, thick eyebrows, etc.).

Anti-LGBTQ+:

-Nico was forcibly outed by Cupid and Riordan and the fandom didn't care and the only thing they thought was 'Aww, he has a crush on Percy! So cute!' AKA romanticizing a forced outing. 

-Riordan said that he didn't want to make Reyna lesbian or bisexual because he thought it'd be stereotypical making her LGBTQ+ because she didn't want men anymore even though she could've been bisexual all along but Riordan casually dismissed the idea of that saying "Having a girl end up with a woman after dating men is a bad stereotype" and basically said that real bi girls don’t exist.

-The Hunters of Artemis were made so Artemis/Diana could protect those girls from men and their behavior towards women but Riordan dismissed lesbian relationships- even though nothing about that was said in real Greek mythology- meaning that he thinks that women need protection from other women just as much as they need protection from men.

-Alex Fierro is the only gender-fluid or transgender character and she/he’s seen as rude, snarky, and sharp and Magnus could magically tell when Alex changed gender.

-Riordan said that he wouldn’t make Reyna a lesbian because of stereotypes despite the reader asking if Reyna was going to get a girlfriend, not come out as lesbian AKA Riordan thinks ‘Girls liking girls’ is automatically ‘lesbian’ and completely dismissed bi, pan, poly, omni, etc. girls.

-Used a self-insert to make fun of wlw readers who saw themself in Reyna and thought she could be a cool character to relate to.

-Enforced LGBTQ+ stereotypes like the cold-hearted Asexual, the flamboyant bi/pan, the snarky gender-fluid, the emo gay, the laid-back and rebellious lesbian who dyed her hair pink and chews a lot of bubblegum, etc.

-Has one-hundred fifty-five characters total minus gods/goddesses, Titans, giants, nymphs, dryads, satyrs, monsters, etc. and only has fifteen confirmed LGBTQ+ characters (do the math, that’s exactly one out of ten regarding OCs).

-Only one character that isn’t cishet.

-Saves most the LGBTQ+ for the side characters or only confirms characters LGBTQ+ once they’ve become a minor character despite being a main character before.

-Only stated that Reyna was Asexual outside of his books and on Twitter as if that’s not exactly what J.K Rowling is doing.

-Used the LGBTQ+ community to make Piper seem like the ‘special snowflake’ and to set her apart from her siblings to make it seem like she’s better than all of them and used Hera/Juno and Aphrodite/Venus as excuses for his homophobic mindset that believes that straight is the default cause “Suddenly, much of what she and I had talked about started to make sense. Not being defined by Aphrodite’s expectations. Or Hera’s ideas of what a perfect couple looked like. Piper finding her own way, not the one people expected of her” in synonymous words is 'The expectations for love and the idea of a perfect couple are a heterosexual relationship, and anyone who 'finds their own way instead of the ones people expect' are different'. ‘Different’ and ‘default’ are antonyms AKA if he thinks that LGBTQ+ people are ‘different’, he thinks that straight is the ‘default’. Remember- an author writes their own personal beliefs.

-Josephine is the only black LGBTQ+ character.

-Reyna is said to be Asexual despite feeling sexual attraction towards Percy cause no one likes someone five minutes after knowing them and it’s anything but sexual attraction.

-Magnus and Alex are the only LGBTQ+ relationship whose growth and development is actually shown in the story (while there was also Apollo and Commodus, Piper and Shel, Will and Nico, Apollo and Hyacinthus, Emmie and Jo, Lavinia and Poison Oak, etc.).

-Riordan never canonically said the name of any sexuality and is clearly uncomfortable with the LGBTQ+ community shown by his little to no writing regarding physical affection and deep emotions in his LGBTQ+ relationships.

-Only added in LGBTQ+ relationships for publicity- Percy Jackson and the Olympians release dates: 2005-2009. 2005-2009: LGBTQ+ support was nearly at an all-time low. No LGBTQ+ characters, relationships, or references in the books. The Lost Hero-The Mark of Athena release dates: 2010-2012. 2010-2012: LGBTQ+ support was still very low. Still no LGBTQ+ characters, relationships, or references in the books. The House of Hades release date: late 2013. Mid-2013: the giant spike for LGBTQ+ support and allies. One confirmed LGBTQ+ character. The Sword of Summer release date: late 2015. 2015: LGBTQ+ support was good and gay marriage was legalized. A few LGBTQ+ references but no confirmed characters. The Hammer of Thor and The Ship of the Dead release dates: 2016-2017. 2016-2017: LGBTQ+ support was quite high. Two confirmed LGBTQ+ characters and the first canon LGBTQ+ relationship and kiss. The Trials of Apollo release dates: 2016-2020. 2016-2020: LGBTQ+ support was very high. More LGBTQ+ characters confirmed in one book than all the other series combined. Kind of obvious he was just following the public opinion.

-Legit said ‘Reyna can’t like girls cause she has had crushes on guys before’.

Ableism:

-It was heavily implied in The Battle of the Labyrinth that Rachel Dare had schizophrenia/psychosis but it's never brought up again.

-Grover's fake feet made it look like he was disabled from the Mist and it was said that he was bullied because of it but it was never brought up again.

-It was said that Tyson looked like he had down syndrome from the Mist covering his one eye but it was never brought up again. 

-It was stated that every character but Frank has ADHD and dyslexia but never actually showed any symptoms after Percy Jackson and the Olympians and characters like Piper and Leo were even able to read English writing throughout The Lost Hero and the only symptom of ADHD Riordan showed through his characters was ‘a lot of fidgeting’ as if that’s not a blatant stereotype. 

Pedophilia:

-Luke, a twenty-two/twenty-three year old had a crush on Annabeth, a sixteen year old. That's a six-seven year age gap. 

-The only two girls put into relationships with much older men are black (Hazel and Sadie).

-Hazel, a thirteen year old, got together with a sixteen year old guy. Hazel's crush on Frank is normal- a girl having a crush on an older guy, but Frank's crush on Hazel is disgusting- an older guy looking down at a child and thinking about making out with her.

Misogyny:

-Aphrodite's kids are seen as useless, weak, snobby, shallow, vain, and selfish just because they’re feminine. 

-Riordan portrayed Aphrodite’s kids as feminine despite Aphrodite being the goddess of love and beauty, not femininity, as if romance and beauty are reserved for women only. 

-Piper is the only 'tomboy' child of Aphrodite and she's portrayed as tougher, stronger, and better than her feminine siblings (and it's portrayed that way multiple times throughout the story like other characters telling Piper she’s "-tough for a child of Aphrodite").

-Piper immediately stereotyped and disliked every single feminine character like Drew and the rest of the Aphrodite cabin just because they liked makeup and skirts as if that’s not shallow criticism. 

-Feminine characters like Drew, Isabel, Khione, and Medea are used or even created solely as antagonists to make Piper- the tomboy- look better.

-Calypso is the only feminine character and she sucks at everything. 

-Riordan’s take on female characters: Drew: a vain, rude, selfish, snobby, and bitchy mean girl. Silena: a shallow traitor. Reyna: a cold-hearted robot. Piper: internalized misogyny that was never brought up again. Calypso: an island whore. Athena: a rude, aggressive bitch with no emotions. Aphrodite: shallow, vain, conceited, and self-centered. Hera: completely evil with no backstory added into it. Marie: an evil witch who selfishly used and sacrificed her daughter.

-The Hunters of Artemis were blessed by Artemis to protect them from men but Riordan made it only about the men in their lives (again) and portrayed the whole 'losing men' thing like it was a burden and that they're 'giving men up' even though they join the Hunters to leave men. He distorted the original meaning of the Hunters- protecting women- by making it about the Hunters hating and being forced to leave men even though they're asking to have no men in their lives, cause that's the point of it. 

-The Amazons and Hunters of Artemis despise men and literally attack them if they so much as speak as if sexism is reserved for women only.

-Portrayed femininity as weakness (and masculinity as strength, it’s even in the word- tomBOY).

-Constantly pit women against women for the sake of romance and love triangles instead of normalizing women getting along despite liking the same people and let the female’s relationships get controlled and influenced by the men in their lives.

-The men always outpower the women in powers and skills. Riordan’s portrayal of powers and characters- Percy: You’re going to have epic water powers and can even create your own personal hurricanes and even though you’ve only been canonically training for eight months total you’re going to be the best swordfighter despite multiple characters having years more training than you. Jason: You’re going to be able to fly, control lightning, create storms, and electric shock people into another dimension. Leo: You’re going to be able to create and control fire and blow shit up with just a screwdriver. Frank: You’re going to be able to shape-shift into any animal you want, even a whole dragon. Nico: You’re going to be able to control darkness and shadows, literally teleport, and raise a whole army of undead soldiers. Reyna: Powers? Nah, your only ability is to lend strength to others as if that benefits you at all. Annabeth: Powers? Nah. Piper: You’re going to be able to manipulate and seduce people and are literally going to use your body and attractiveness as a weapon and your power is literally called charmspeak. Hazel: You have more powers than all the other characters combined that can literally destroy anyone in less than a second but you’re never going to use them or even remember that you have them cause screw the female character being more powerful than the males. 

-The men always accomplish the most incredible feats and if the females ever do accomplish something great (Reyna healing the riff and defeating Orion while the Hunters and Amazons couldn’t combined, Annabeth going through Tartarus, Hazel learning to control the Mist, etc.) they are never praised or rewarded or all the credit goes to the men. 

-Ares/Mars in real Greek/Roman mythology was the feminist patron of the Amazons who loved his daughter very much and killed a rapist but was portrayed as the dumb, cruel asshole who loved nothing but bloodshed and tried to kill a twelve year-old kid who was trying to help him while Poseidon/Neptune in real Greek/Roman mythology was a greedy, short-tempered, and arrogant asshole who raped almost as much women than Zeus/Jupiter but was portrayed as the kind, caring, and gentle father figure. 

Fatophobia:

-Frank is the only chubby character and he hates himself because of it, was constantly fat-shamed, and only learned to love himself after he got rippling abs, muscles, and looked hotter (because fat = ugly in Riordan’s mind, even though it's not). 

-Clovis was depicted with a pot-belly and Drew described him as 'repulsive'.

-Dionysus/Bacchus is also depicted with a pot-belly and he's portrayed as a useless, rude, lazy, and drunken asshole. 

Lookism:

Basically how Riordan wrote his characters- Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Reyna, Hazel, Piper, and most minor protagonists: You’re all going to be super attractive, have at least one character or more pining for you, have your looks constantly commented on, and some of you will even use your looks as a weapon cause that’s not obvious sexualization cause you’re all the main characters and protagonists that readers need to know are the protagonists. Nico, Leo, and Frank: You three are originally portrayed as unattractive but at some points are described as cute and two of you are insecure about your looks cause you’re scrawny and chubby and one of you hates yourself cause of your body and only learn to love yourself once you magically gain abs cause more muscle obviously equals more attractiveness.  Luke, Silena, Chris, and Ethan: You four are going to be super attractive because you’re traitors but all of you make up for your actions and decide to help the demigods and become protagonists again. Octavian, Bryce, Michael, Titans, giants, etc.: You all are the antagonists so you have to be super ugly with multiple physical imperfections cause you’re not allowed to be attractive since you are against the protagonists and I have to set you guys apart and show the readers who’s the better and more superior character. 

-Frank hated himself cause he was chubby and only loved himself once he got skinnier and gained muscle through magic but even then was called ‘cute like a panda’.

-Leo was described as scrawny and unattractive and was insecure about being short but even then was called ‘cute in a scrawny way’.

-Piper had facial imperfections and even a pimple on her nose but once she got claimed all of those disappeared and they stayed gone even after the blessing washed off despite all the magic being gone and only then was Piper’s looks commented on multiple times. 

-Lester/Apollo hated his appearance cause he had a little flab and acne and his physical imperfections were used as comedy by making fun of it as if insecure readers don’t exist.

-Percy and Annabeth had one canon physical imperfection- a gray streak in their hair- and that magically washed away.

-None of the other characters were described with any physical imperfections like pimples/zits/acne, body hair (despite none of the characters having the care or time to wax or shave), bushy/frizzy or messy hair or eyebrows, big or small hands or noses, blackheads, super thick or thin eyebrows, blemishes, birthmarks, scars, stretch marks, braces, lazy eyes, yellow or chipped teeth, eye bags, glasses, moles, dimples, love handles, flab/fat, visible veins, freckles, etc. unless it added to their ‘aesthetic’ despite none of those being bad and saves it only for the antagonists as if ‘physical imperfections’ = ‘evil’. 

Bias:

-Riordan portrayed the Romans as cold, cruel, ruthless, strict, and overall horrible despite them being the more inclusive camp regarding family and godly parents, have multiple families and rules that ensure their camper’s safety, and hold the nicest characters in the series while the Greeks are portrayed as fun, wild, reckless, silly, and cool despite holding the most prejudiced and rude characters, outcasting and ostracizing characters of certain godly parents just for their parentage, stereotype almost every single cabin, and make some campers without siblings live, sleep, and eat alone. 

-Every Greek traitor (Luke, Silena, Ethan, and Chris) were portrayed as powerful, kind, attractive, and awesome and each made up for their actions but each Roman ‘traitor’ (Octavian, Bryce, and Michael, and only one of them are actually a traitor) were portrayed as unattractive, cruel, ambitious, ruthless, and extremely weak and never actually did anything useful.

-The Greeks were part of the Union and the Romans were part of the Confederacy (adding on to Riordan adding racist movements as fun little easter eggs in his stories).

-Four out of seven of the main Seven are Greek.

-There are at least 70+ Greek characters and less than thirty named Romans.

-The Battle of San Francisco Bay was used for the sole purpose to weaken the Romans and make the Greeks seem stronger than them and while the Greeks went through two whole wars, their camp laid almost completely untouched but the moment the Romans are introduced, half their population is wiped?

Romanticization:

-Romanticized Annabeth judo-flipping Percy AKA romanticized physical abuse/harassment (emotions, angriness, feelings of love and affection, ‘they went through a lot together’, etc. do not excuse hitting someone) despite Annabeth knowing where Percy’s Achilles Heel was and not knowing he lost it and flipping him on his back anyways (if Percy didn’t lose the Achilles Heel, Annabeth would’ve killed him).

-Romanticized Leo killing himself to see Calypso again and to take her off her island AKA a romanticized suicide.

-Romanticized Calypso yelling at and insulting Leo and Annabeth insulting and canonically lowering Percy’s self-esteem AKA romanticized verbal abuse/bullying.

-Romanticized Will trying to help Nico through his loneliness and depression as if that can’t be portrayed as someone just wanting to help another person AKA  romanticized mental illness.

-Romanticized every character kissing another character without asking first and without their consent AKA romanticized sexual harassment.

-Romanticized Piper taking advantage over Jason’s amnesia and mental state and jumping onto him despite knowing there might be a girl he couldn’t remember AKA romanticized manipulation.

-Romanticized Piper and Annabeth’s possessive, overly-jealous, and controlling behavior over Jason and Percy (even before they were canonically dating).

-Romanticized Nico being forced to confess his crush on Percy AKA romanticized a forced outing.

Rick Riordan:

-Refused to apologize for his actions even after being called out by people from the groups he was writing inaccurately and stereotyping (Muslim, Jewish, African, First Nation, lesbian, gay, Puerto Rican, etc.) and tried to make himself look like the victim.

-Claimed he was being ‘bullied’ by readers half his age who were just pointing out his books’ racist flaws.

-Showed time and time again that he is not willing to listen to the voices of minorities.

-Clearly didn’t do his research on ethnicities, sexualities, religions, etc. shown by how he got the simplest things wrong.

-Tried to say that he- a straight white man- was right when people of the actual groups he was writing about (gay, First Nation tribes, etc.) were wrong.

-Used excuses like having a ‘headstrong’ and ‘stubborn’ character who wants to ‘show their culture in their own way’ for his stereotypes. No, Riordan, you want to show the culture that way, not Piper. She’s a fictional character, you’re real. Dumbass.

-Literally said ‘Sorry I put feathers in Piper’s hair, I can’t change what I wrote in the past and I didn’t know that sensitive readers existed’ then continued to write feathers in Piper’s hair in the future books. 

The Fandom:

Note: Not to all of the fandom, obviously

-Draws Piper with light skin, light hair, and kaleidoscope eyes with feathers, hippie bands, and beads (yes, it's canon, but you're allowed to change it if it's blatantly racist, and the bead and hippie band thing was created by the fandom and that's also stereotyping).

-Almost always draw Reyna, Hylla, and Leo with light skin and Caucasian traits (props to the few artists who drew them with the right skin tones).

-Draws Hazel with gold eyes, ‘cinnamon’/light brown hair, and an adult body.

-Sexualizes female characters by drawing them in sexy and revealing clothes and giving them all the same exact sexy, slim, and perfect hour-glass shaped bodies.

-Almost never include physical imperfections, muscle, scars, stretch marks, etc. in drawings.

-Fancasts white actors for characters of color and puts actors/faceclaims of white people or people of different ethnicities in the moodboards or aesthetics for characters of color.

-Participates in cultural appropriation by wearing feathers when cosplaying Piper and wearing a hijab when cosplaying Samirah.

-Supports Riordan, tries to defend him, and condones his clearly racist and bigoted actions just cause they ‘like the books’ (if you are straight, white, and/or cishet, I definitely don’t want to see you trying to defend a fifty-five year-old multi-millionaire who is clearly racist, sexist, homophobic, and transphobic).

-Romanticize physical abuse, verbal abuse, mental illnesses and panic/anxiety attacks, etc.

-Ship pedophilic, manipulative, abusive, and wrong relationships.

-Barely allow others to have their own opinions (looking at you Perachel haters) without yelling at, insulting, cursing out, and/or even threatening them for liking or disliking different things than them including ships, characters, books, plots/faults, and Riordan himself.

-Straightwashes characters like shipping Nico with female characters or setting him up with a female character in fanfics.

-Whitewashes characters like drawing Hazel and Piper with eurocentric features, Reyna, Hylla, and Leo with white skin and Caucasian traits, Nico with white/pale skin, etc.

-Try to excuse and explain abusive, manipulative, possessive, and overall very wrong and toxic behavior.

-Fail to recognize and/or admit the toxic, racist, homophobic, sexist, transphobic, wrong, abusive, etc. faults in the books, ships, and characters just cause they like them.

The Percy Jackson franchise does not add good representation. You can still like the series as long as you don’t condone Riordan’s racist and toxic writing and actions and don’t try to ignore the horrible and stereotypical faults just cause you don’t want to admit that your favorite or childhood story is horrible. 

[ambrosiaaddiction]

Have A Little Faith

Word Count: 1,783

Summary: You are at Lady Danbury’s evening ball, which is the perfect opportunity to find a potential suitor so that you can finally settle down. But of course, it’s not as easy as it sounds. You’ve found yourself standing far away from everyone else, and just when you think tonight will be fruitless, your childhood friend, Anthony Bridgerton, changes all of the thoughts inside your head.

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Tonight was the night where I needed to do a little flirting with men I have never personally met, and hopefully, I’ll impress them with my charms. That’s if they would gauge their attention onto me instead of whatever they wanted to boast about.

Mama practically talked my ear off when we were upon arriving Lady Danbury’s estate, but Richard distracted her with the topic of his new fiancée like the eldest brother he is. I still hadn’t thanked him for his act of bravery, although, that could wait for when we were in the carriage.

In my mind, I ventured on about whether or not he would be at the ball. The last time we’ve met was nearly three days ago when our families agreed to have a picnic in celebration of a newborn baby coming into the world. As much as I enjoyed engaging in social encounters, I had been more comfortable with reading alone in my room.

But alas, he persuaded me to join everyone outside where we could eat and share jokes under the warm sun together. Since then, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his shoulder brushed against mine more than enough times to call it accidental.

The man even offered to feed me a sandwich and delectable piece of scone he had already bitten into. Luckily for the two of us, our families were too immersed with doting over the aforementioned newborn baby to realize what we were doing.

Viscount Bridgerton, informally known as Anthony or Bridgerton by both family and close friends. I was not exempt from the latter formalities, although, I’ve always wondered what my life would be like if I had not crossed paths with him.

He is everything and more when Lady Whistledown wrote about him in her society’s paper last Tuesday. And to be quite frank, he needed to work for what he wanted rather than let it fall into his lap.

It seemed unfathomable the way he charmed his way through women of the ton while simultaneously rejecting them. I found it entertaining to see the crestfallen faces of girls my age, but am I to blame for their naïveté?

Anthony Bridgerton is a Rake through and through, which I can say with the utmost certainty because I am his childhood friend.

Now, don’t get me wrong. He loves his mother and siblings in place of his late father, and he is very passionate in regards of his interests. That includes women who have a pretty face and have given him an unforgettablely good time.

But this did not excuse the trail of broken hearts as well as tearful confessions behind the Viscount. Although a bit discouraging for someone who harbored feelings for the man, I always kept a smile on my face whenever we had a conversation with one another.

Anthony was extremely well-versed in politics, social skills, and the economy. There were times when I tested him on a popular topic in the papers, which as expected, he excelled.

I should not be thinking about the past at this hour. Everyone around me was dancing, drinking their glasses of champagne, and looking for someone to court. Letting out a deep sigh, I brush off a speck of invisible dust from the hem of my dress.

That’s when I see him, politely making his way through the crowd to go to where I am. A silent panic breaks my former calm demeanor, and I quickly stand taller to seem more presentable. It does not go unnoticed in the slightest, thus Anthony chuckles behind a hand then he stands before me in his handsome glory.

“Good evening, Miss Willows. How are you enjoying the ball so far?” There’s a mischievous glint behind those mesmerizing brown eyes, but onlookers would mistake it as a completely different emotion. “Hello, Lord Bridgerton. I’m much comfortable standing on the sidelines rather than dancing the night away. Thank you for asking, my lord.”

He shakes his head with amusement, and he finds my honest reply to be of a different mood compared to the other young women. “Then you shan’t refuse my offer to dance the night away, Miss Willows.” I furrow my brows in confusion and not a moment later, I’m swept onto the dance floor.

I’ve not the chance to process all that has happened, but Anthony keeps me focused on him and only him. He lowers his head to whisper words of encouragement, and I flush like a rose when he sneaks a kiss on the apple of my cheek. It’s too much for me to understand why he chose me instead of any other woman he wanted in the ball room.

“I’m relieved to see that you’re not stepping on my feet, and how beautiful your smile glows, Miss Willows.” I’m temporarily rendered speechless as to why he’s suddenly being quite the gentleman towards me. If it weren’t for the bystanders, he and I would be playfully bantering nonstop about the most random things we could think of.

“Anthony, tell me, what’s gotten into you? I appreciate the change of attitude, but it’s not the Bridgerton I know.” He’s unresponsive for a minute, then two. I can feel his grip on my waist tighten and the subtle action to bring our bodies closer. I’m not sure how I should react, but I needn’t say anything at all when he spins me around.

“My mother wants me to find a young lady to court because she’s tired of me being a bachelor for most of my life.” “Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised because she’s right.” I’m quick to give my reply, and he briefly glares down at me. “Oh, come now, Anthony. Even Lady Whistledown knows about your spectacular reputation and preferences.”

“Yes, but that’s all she knows about me, y/n. I just don’t think I’m capable of settling down with a family of my own in the near future.” The song comes to an end, and we bow before walking together for some refreshments. I say my hellos to several couples, single lords, and some of my friends when we come across them.

“That is a lie because from my knowledge, you’re the spitting image and exact replica of your father, Anthony Bridgerton.” “Y/n, I’m grateful to have met an extraordinary woman like yourself, but sometimes you get on my nerves.” That stabbed me right in the heart. Alright, perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned his late father, but he didn’t have to be so harsh.

“Look, all I’m saying is that you can marry whoever you want to, but you’d most definitely choose a woman with the same personality as yours.” I watch him take a swig from his wine glass, and then he points it at me. Narrowing my eyes as I brace myself for possible humiliation, he sets down the glass and takes my hand to drag me off to someplace other than where we were now.

I won’t lie when I say that I was nervous yet excited to find out where he was taking me. Benedict, Colin, and Eloise all looked our way then at their mother, and I could tell that they had connected the dots. It was a good thing that Lady Bridgerton found her happy place with alcohol, otherwise she would’ve stopped Anthony in his tracks.

We eventually reach our destination, which so happens to be one of countless rooms that was conveniently far away for anyone to hear. Don’t tell me... “Anthony, what are we doing over here? Shouldn’t we be with all those people, and dancing the night away?”

No answer from my captor. He seemed to be in deep thought, and I scoffed in disbelief. I most certainly did not want to spend the rest of my time on my friend, especially when he wouldn’t tell me why he brought me here. “Look, I came to this ball to find a suitor. If you won’t answer me, then—“

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. The hand that was once squeezing my waist found its rightful place, and the other gently brushed my hair back. I fluttered my eyes closed, letting myself melt in his embrace as we kissed with a fiery passion I knew that had always been between us.

A few moments later, he pulled away then buried his face into the crook of my neck. I felt him inhale then exhale, as though he was trying to control himself from doing something I hadn’t done before. “I want you, y/n. But only if you’ll allow me to court you. We have gone through thick and thin in our childhood, and I want nothing more to continue for the rest of our lives.”

The Viscount Anthony Bridgerton was asking for my consent to be courted, and I would be delusional to reject his confession. I’ve never seen him so sincere and vulnerable like this before, and it made me giggle. He must’ve thought that I was going to refuse his offer, but I snake my arms around his neck then kiss his soft lips for reassurance.

“I’ve never thought you would ask, Anthony. But this means no more secret meetings, alright? If I hear an inkling about you being where you’ve told me you wouldn’t be at, then I’m ending things. Am I clear, Bridgerton?” He swallows thickly and nods, so I’m rather grateful that my warning has gotten through.

I bring my hands to cup his face, and I now see how much he adores me the way he relaxes against my touch. Unfortunately, we’ve been gone for far too long, but I don’t doubt that he’ll come up with a reasonable excuse to his worrying mama.

Anthony kisses the top of my head before taking my hand and leading me back the way we came. I intertwine our fingers to which he brings up to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “It might be too soon to say this, but I absolutely and undoubtedly love you, y/n Willows. I promise to cherish you for as long as I am going to live.”

It takes a bit for me to absorb the sudden declaration, but I’m not complaining whatsoever. All that mattered was that we shared equal affection for one another, and we were willing to work for a bright, lovely lifestyle ahead of us. “And I wholeheartedly love you, Anthony Bridgerton. You are mine for eternity,”

Some might say that we were too inexperienced when it came to love, but we ignored their opinions. Like my mama used to tell me when I was a child, “Have a little faith.”