#I really regret not trying harder when I was younger to try and have some sort of romance but god I didn't even get a chance.

[dickinfectionbez]

sorry not to be sappy and not to ruin my street cred for a second but man... I really need to be woo'd

[heartfullofleeches]

best friend yans partner making reader cry and yan realizes that it’s not their arms that reader runs to for comfort anymore🫢

You're happy for them.

In the beginning, it was just you and them. Growing up, they had always been a quiet kid. Clung to the hip of the first person who gave them the time of day. You didn't regret your decision then and you don't now. The years you had together were some of the best and you could only wish them happiness going forward. You were so proud of them for building the courage to broaden their friend group... You only wish they let new people in without shutting the old out.

You promised yourself you wouldn't cry when you found out you had to share them with someone else. You promised you wouldn't cry when they cancelled plans to focus on their new relationship. You promised you wouldn't cry when they finally replied to all your calls and texts just to put an end to your life long friendship.

You don't blame them for saying goodbye. It'd hurt less if they had done it in person, but you're adults now - friendships and silly promises are secondary when you've found true love. That's what they said this was in their final message to you- and so you believe them. Won't have much time for movie nights and hanging out like you used to while they're building a life with someone else, so you were bound to drift apart anyway. Everyone always said a bond like yours would stand the test of time, but clearly they were wrong. The best thing you can do for them and yourself is keep your chin high and swallow the tears. As much as it hurts, you won't cry. You won't cry.

"Ugh.. are you are stalker now? It's kind of pathetic for you to cling onto someone you never dated When will it get through your thick skull - they don't need you anymore."

You won't cry. It was pure coincidence that you ran into them again. It makes sense after all the time you've spent together the places you frequented would align. Your old best friend and their new lover had taken a trip to the mall on the day your new acquaintance had taken you to your old stomping grounds to cheer you up. Their partner was like a vulture - watching you from afar and awaiting the second you both were alone to strike. Honestly, it seemed like they didn't even notice you which only teared down another layer of your fragile defense. You want to go home, but you had to wait for your companion. Unlike others - you'd never leave anyone behind.

"They told me all about what it was like when you were younger. How you sucked up every minute of their time and made every thought they had all about you. You're honestly disgusting, you know that?"

Your throat tightens as you're backed into a metaphorical corner. That's not true. You tried to be there for them. They're the one that rejected everyone that wasn't you. Is that really how they viewed you? How they felt about you? Sharp intakes of air build up to the first exasperated wail that rips itself from you. It all crumbles from there. Tears pour from your tired eyes and spent heart. You try so hard to keep it in, wiping at your face and muffling your cries with quivering lips - but they only flood harder. Your aggressor attempts to flee from the scene of the crime as two pairs of footsteps quickly approach.

"Y/n?....."

"Y/n!...."

Sneakers squeak along the mall floor as one sprints to your side, going out of their way to jam their elbow in the ribs of your aggressor as they squeeze past them to get to you. The other stands stagnant as their lover nears - watching as you fall weightless into their arms. They draw back the foot pointed in your direction at first witness to your cries.

"Baby, what happened! Are you okay? This is why I told you to come into the store with me. Calm down, breathe. It's okay. I'm here."

Soft fingers brush away your tears. They dry quicker against someone else's skin. Your head falls to their chest, ears tuned to the gentle beat of their heart to calm the frantic beats in your own. Your companion takes their hand in yours, kissing the back of your knuckles as you follow their instruction and breathe in slowly.

"That's it.... I'm right here. I'll always be right here for you."

Their words are like a dagger to those unfortunate to listen. A blade dug deeper by your redden eyes and the small smile that forms as you gently squeeze your savior's hand. Once upon a time, it was their hand you held when at your worse - just as yours had pulled them out of the wreck their life was before they meet you. You used to be each other's shoulder to cry on. Safe houses from a world that never understood you or bothered to care. They long for that moment in time, but in that instance it all felt too perfect. If they hadn't let you go and found comfort elsewhere they'd only hurt you in the end - crush and buried beneath the weight of the ever-changing, conflicting tide of their feelings for you.

Laughter draws them back to the cruel reality they now face as punishment for their selfish decision.

"I'm fine now - I swear!"

"Nope! Since you won't tell me what's wrong, we ain't stopping until you're all smiles. We're going to hit up every store in this mall until it closes and you find something that completely takes your mind off whatever got you down. As your new best friend, it's my duty to make sure your heart is in good shape.... So I can steal it later on."

"You're such a dick...." Nudging their arm with your elbow, you giggle - then sigh. "Well, if you're paying, I guess I can't complain. Best be on our way then."

A passing glances comes not from you, but from the victor of this scenario. Your new best friend locks an arm around your waist, placing a kiss to your hair before mouthing a single word over your shoulder.

"mine."

A hand reaches out as you disappear into the crowd. It's falls not into the grasp of the one its heart truly desires, and instead into the iron grip of the person they chose as a cheap imitation.

"Can you believe those two?"

".... I'm going to fucking kill that bastard."

[tarjapearce]

I’m missing Miguel ((and spider family)) more recently 💔 and just thinking of him going on a business trip where he gets more busy and barely being able to talk or text you ((which makes you sad)) :(( he isn’t home until a week but that’s when he decided to work harder and do all nighters to finish early and get home to you and the little spiders :((

Timeskip to him coming home early without telling you about it, silently walking into the house without making any noise. Kids are at school during the time he arrives. Quietly going into the bedroom knowing you’re taking your noon nap. He carefully lays besides you and wraps his arms around to try and at least not to wake you up but fails 😭 ☹️ you’re up and happy to see him telling him he isn’t supposed come until the next week. 💔

Bonus: He surprises Gabby and Benji while picking them up from school 😭

Welcome Back, Papa!

Had a lil strength to come up with this 🥹. I'm sorry, I'm in dire need of fluff after this week 😭.

Warnings: None. Just Fluff, Slice of life, Domesticity, Dad Miguel ~

It was times like these Miguel sometimes regretted taking that promotion as a lead scientist and manager in Alchemax Lab's department. No project came without his approval, his knowledge was highly valued among the multinational.

But that meant more responsibilities, which sometimes demanded his presence  outside Nueva York, hold meetings and even give some workshops to younger scientists entering the company.

His reluctance finally was brought down when you saw him brooding in his office, nursing his temple as he looked through some files. Lab coat still on.

What started as a little tease and joking, ended up in a honest talk.

He couldn't help but chuckle faintly at your attempt to light the mood.

"Hey..." You cupped his face and kissed his temple, "Work is work. They want  you there cause you're the smartest cookie in the pack."

"Besides... I'll manage. Don't worry okay?"

"Hard to not when Benjamin just came out from a cold and fever"

You sat next to him, taking his hand in yours.

"Look, mi amor. We'll be fine. I know this won't be the first nor the last time you'll get sent away to another branch. Of course we'll miss you."

His shoulders slumped. He had tried to delay as much as he could this responsibility, but unavoidably as it was, he had to go, for three weeks.

He'd be gone for twenty one days, deprived of you and his family. Gabi gave him a squeeze upon noticing him in the blues, same as Benjamin, Rosie was fussy; as if sensing trouble, but eventually got to sleep.

"We're not going anywhere, okay? We'll videochat every night, I'll call you in your lunch breaks, and when you return"

You smooched him and grinned, "We'll have all the fun you want."

"Oh really?"

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as he sunk his face in your neck. Taking a deep inhale, as if memorizing your scent. He hadn't left yet and was already missing you.

"Yeah. Will wear that red lace set you love-"

Your sentence was left hanging as a squeal replaced it. He peppered your face and lips with his kisses, to then rest at your temple.

"If something happens, you call me. Entendido?" (Understood?)

"Yes sir."

-----

The hardest thing he had to do that morning was kissing you all goodbye, but the sooner he got there, he'd pour himself to work, and finish it all soon so he could return to his awaiting family.

"Love you so much. Help your mom while I'm gone, okay, champ?" Benjamin nodded teary eyed, "I'll be back soon okay?" Miguel kissed Gabi's and Rosie's temple, and finally kissed you.

"Call me." He instructed before going away

"Bye Papa!"

"Nos vemos, campeón! Pórtense bien!" (See you, champ, be good!)

"Adiós, Pa!"

He waved off to Gabi.

And an hour later you'd get a text from him.

Ya te extraño, mi reina.

This made your heart bloom with warmth. These two weeks would definitely be torture without him, but with a great power, came a great responsibility.

Soon you'll have him all to yourself again. But right now, all you could do was to hug a heartbroken Benji.

"He'll be back soon, mi amor. I promise."

Benjamin just nodded and followed Gabriella inside as Rosie stared at you.

"I know you want your Papa to sing to you before bed, but you'll have to put up with me, princesita."

Rosie cooed but smiled. Her lovely eyes raked over your face, as you took her inside.

----

Miguel's absence had started to seep through you all. It was bittersweet to call him, seeing him but being unable to touch or talk to him properly, to then hang up and see everyone's faces all glum.

You tried to keep them busy, Gabriella helped you around with Rosie or the house keeping, and so did Benjamin.

After the first three nights, the both had surprised you by joining you on bed. Gabriella had seen you cry as you folded the laundry. It didn't help that you were on your period, making a mess out of your hormones and emotions.

"We miss him too, Mama."

Rosie had her crib in your room, Benjamin cuddled you on the right, and Gabriella to your left, holding you by your waist.

"I know, Solecito. Just a couple of weeks more and we'll have your dad back."

"I don't like it when Papa leaves." Benjamin mumbled and you kissed his head as your hands caressed Gabi's hair.

"I don't like it either, but he is a busy man, mi amor. " 

His little hands hogged the sheets.

"What does he do anyway?"

This made you chuckle. Benjamin wasn't used to see Miguel in his work clothes.

"Dad is a scientist, Benji. He, uh, creates things." Gabriella explained while rubbing her eyes, sleepily.

"A dentist?!" You chuckled

"No, mi amor. A scientist"

"I thought Papa was a doctor"

"He is. But not the kind of doctor that you see at hospitals. Imagine being in a laboratory, and there is alot of people there. Your Papa works with them so we can have new things."

"Like?" He yawned

"New vaccines, medicines, that sort of stuff"

"Can you ask him to make medicines that tastes like my nuggies?"

This pulled a genuine laugh off your chest, your baby boy followed.

"Let me ask him tomorrow."

-----

There wasn't a day that you all weren't in his mind. At first he grew anxious, knowing how difficult it was to handle a whole household on your own.

He'd send text often, asking about you, or the kids. You'd send him pictures of them doing different activities or sleeping. And sometimes to keep him motivated, you'd send him a couple of pictures or videos of yourself.

He missed you. That was sure, he missed your hair tickling his nose and trapping his face in it. Your huggable body he relished spooning onto, you welcoming home with the calm he needed after a hectic day and his kids being annoyingly adorable. He missed you all.

The kids and your saddened yet understanding face were enough for him to work hard every day, by pulling all nighters to have his didactic material and reports done. By the end of the week, he was tired enough, to just return to his hotel room and crash, absolutely quanked after hours of meetings, holed up in labs and audiroriums.

But it granted him the outcome he was looking for. With a couple of talks to an old friend of his, Xina, Miguel rearranged the whole scheduled activities to finish the workshops in a week, leaving him completely free for the next one. He had everything done for the other scientists and managers in charge.

They saw no reason to keep him longer than they should, so they let Miguel go.

He spent the whole day sleeping, recharging, he didn't call you that night, which worried you, but you knew how Alchemax got whenever they needed him.

Hope everything is going fine. Te amo.

----

As soon as the alarm hit five am, he checked out the room and drove back home. If his calculations were correct, he'd be there in a couple of hours.

The need of seeing you and his family after two weeks away. He couldn't have another. He needed you.

He needed your kisses, Gabriella's joy and jokes, Benjamin's odd questions and Rosie's laugh. And he needed them now.

After long hours of driving a familiar neighborhood came into view, and soon his home came into sight. Clock ticked three pm, meaning you'd be asleep with Rosie.

He parked the car, got his stuff out and closed the door. Heart beating a mile per second, it reminded him of the first time you came to his home, to watch a movie, without knowing it'd be the night you'd kiss and seal your forever deal.

Thrill ran through his body as he quietly opened the main door and put his things on the couch. He wasted no time and came up the stairs, and pushed the ajar door open. A relieved yet breathless sigh escaped his mouth upon watching you.

Curled up in the middle, cuddling his pillow, hugging it.

For a second, he'd scowl at the pillow as it was so lucky to have you just thw way he liked. But no object would replace him.

No object could hug you and love you the way he did. With slow and silent strides, he kneeled on the mattress, dipping it's surface with his weight to then lay next to you.

His shoulders slumped as he wrapped his arms around you. Fingertips roaming and exploring, as if he was discovering you for the first time again. You were real and his. He was there, with you, breathing the same air.

His face sunk in your hair, lovely strands caressed his face, just the way he had missed. Sweet aroma oozed from your skin, heartbeats calming down enough from their frenzy. He was home.

Eyes raked over your sleepy form, and he couldn't help but kiss your cheek, your temple and the corner of your lips.

The latter stirred you awake. For a moment he regretted waking you up, but guiltiness flew out the window when you stared at him like the first time he said he loved you. Wide eyed, blinking almost stupidly at him but oh so full of joy.

Your arms immediately went around him as he kissed you. Lips crashing on yours with such hunger he fumbled.

"Mi reina" he breathed before squeezing you into his broad chest, peppering your face and lips in kisses, mumbling I love you's and I missed you's so much in between them.

"Mi amor" His heart fluttered as yours came in tandem with it. "I thought you weren't coming until next week"

He shook his head, cupping your face in his hands, delivering you a final and loving kiss.

"Couldn't do it. I was missing you too much."

"We've been missing you too, the kids have been making me company."

"Yeah?" Another kiss, cause the previous thousands weren't enough.

"Yeah. Benji asked if you could make medicine taste like his Dino nuggets."

He chuckled while hoarding you in his frame.

"It's not impossible but, it's complicated.  Por Dios. No sabes cuánto me alegro de estar aquí." (By God, you have no idea how happy I am to be here)

"Not to be mean, but Gabi kicks in her sleep."

He removed a straying strand off your face, to properly admire you. Ever beautiful and radiant, like that night in Peter's carneada.

God, he loved you.

"What?" Your smile stretched further as he mimicked your lips.

"Nothing. Just thinking how... lucky I am."

Your heart melted. Your patience had rewarded you with a sweet man. He had passed from being difficult to express his feelings, to shower you in affection on a daily basis.

Public displays of affection weren't his thing, until you showed up and taught him the right ways. You had rewired his brain in such a wonderful way he'd be a liar to say if he didn't enjoy.

"Let's pick up the kids."

He offered and you nodded, already excited for the idea.

"Let's get Gabi first."

------

Rosie awoke as you drove the car, seeing her Papa made her squeal and kick her feet excitedly.

"Hola, Rosita preciosa" She cooed with a smile as Miguel winked her way.

You picked your car since you both wanted to be as sneaky as possible about it. You let Gabi know you were outside.

A couple of minutes passed when you heard the squealing outside the car as Miguel squeezed her.

"Papa!!!"

"Mi Solecito hermoso. I missed you." (My beautiful sunshine.)

"Thought you'd come next week? Never mind that. You're home!"

His princess was like the Koala to his tree built. His hands ruffled Gabi's hair to then kiss the top of her head as she laughed.

"Let's go get your brother."

"Can we have some pizza later?!"

"'Course we can."

She beamed to then hug you and get in the car.

"I'll go get Benjamin."

You walked over the pre-school area and went towards Benjamin's classroom. He was finishing a drawing and beamed when he saw you.

"Mama!"

"Hello my pretty boy"

You hugged him and kissed his cheek repeatedly, "Ready to go home?"

"Yes. Look!" He showed you the drawing, you gasped, "Look at that! You did it by yourself?"

He giggled as he put on his backpack

"Teacher helped me."

"Why, thank you, Mrs. Mackie."

Benji waved his goodbyes to his teacher and walked with you towards the entrance.

"Benji, baby."

"Yes, Mama?"

You helped him to remove the little backpack and held his drawing.

"Do you know who's that man?"

"Who?"

His eyes followed your finger and gasped when he saw Miguel

"Papa!!" He bolted towards him, curls bouncing in the way, "Papa!"

Tears begun streaming down his face as he clung to him. Miguel quickly hugged him.

"Mi campeón, te extrañé mucho" Miguel mumbled as he rubbed in soothing circles his son's back, letting him cry while Benji now clung to his neck.

"You'll make me cry for real, buddy"

Miguel held Benjamin in one arm as he used his other free hand to wipe his tears.

"I'm here okay?"

"¿Te vas a ir otra vez?" (Will you leave again?)

Miguel shook his head and kissed his boy's curly head

"No. I just returned cause your Mama told me you missed me. I had work to do but I finished early. Couldn't leave my boy like that."

You put Benjamin's things inside the car

"Wanna go get some pizza?"

Benjamin just nodded and Miguel gave him a squeeze, earning a giggle from his boy.

"Let's go then."

[magics-neptunes-things]

Forever

Hi guys!

You were waiting for this one for a long time but it's finally here! This is Luna's elopement fic.

As always, this is a fiction, so it's purely coming from my mind. Please enjoy this one and tell me what you thought about it!

TW : None, I think. Maybe a little of chaos.

Lucy is tired, like bloody tired. Her and her team just won the cup of the Champions League yesterday and she’s still hungover from the party last night. She regretted bitterly her choice of drink this morning when the alarm went on, asking her to get up to get on the bus and then the plane. They had to be in Barcelona in the afternoon to present the cup at all the Cùlers and for some random talking with people in suit.

She’s not as hungover as Cata though, the woman practically snoring during the ceremony, much to her friends’ amusement.

To distract herself during the speeches that she finds rather annoying, Lucy is looking at her girlfriend. Standing right in front of her, Ona seems to be listening for the people who don’t know her, but Lucy knows better. Ona’s eyes are a little off, but Lucy can’t say if it’s because she’s bored or because she’s in pain.

The cuts she had because of her fall on their opponent’s boot is sharp, she needed three stitches on her cheek. The other one is way to close to her eyes to do anything. Lucy feels the bile running up her throat every time she remembers that her girlfriend could have lost an eye that night.

The English woman frowns when she sees Ona rubbing her injured eye, the scarring itching terribly. But the team’s doctors clearly specified that Ona should touch her eye as little as possible for a quick and optimal recovery.

“Ona” Lucy gently scolds her.

The younger pouts and crosses her arms on her breast, making Lucy smiles softly. She can’t wait to go home, find their dogs and sleep for the next three days before she has to go to national camp in England.

Thanks God they stop soon to talk, and Lucy is relieved to be able to go home. She even grabs Ona’s bags and push her in the direction of her car when they are released. Ona laughs slightly but let her do, looking for her keys in her pocket while Lucy puts their bag in the car.

“What do you think you're doing, Batlle?” Lucy tsk her when Ona sits behind the wheel.

“Going home?” Ona frowns.

“Get out of here. I’m the one driving, you almost lost an eye.”

“Lucia I can drive.”

Ona is sulking and Lucy rolls her eyes. The Catalan girl is the nicest and sweetest person in the world, but Lucy swears that she never met someone as suborn as her girlfriend. Which she likes very much, even if she sometimes seems to forget that she needs to take care of her.

“Sure Cyclops. Let’s sit on the passenger’s seat yeah?”

Ona frowns harder and try to make her girlfriend changes her mind, but she realizes soon that she doesn’t stand a chance. Lucy usually gets Ona what she wants, but not if she knows that it isn’t good for Ona.

The drive home is long, the journey who is usually thirty minutes is far from being finish and yet they only made several kilometers in one hour and an half.

“You can sleep if you want, Bonita” Lucy says softly at her girlfriend.

Ona was lost in the contemplation of the streets, but she turns her head in Lucy’s direction with a soft smile.

“I know. I prefer enjoying my time with you though. I three days we will be separated again.”

Lucy smiles softly, very carefully stroking Ona’s face. The wound looks better than yesterday but it still seems hurtful. But Ona isn’t the kind of girl to complain about anything.

“You’ll be careful with that beautiful face of yours, yeah?”

Ona hums only. She doesn’t want to have a big, awful and permanent scar on her face, but they don’t really let them be gentle during Spanish camp.

“I asked Alexia to keep an eye on you anyway.”

Ona whines, much to Lucy’s amusement. She knows what she was doing when she asked that to Alexia, their captain will be around Ona during all the camp, probably snapping her hand away every time Ona will want to scratch her face.

“How can you do that to me?” Ona groans.

“I did it because I love you” Lucy smiles, rolling her eyes.

“You definitively don’t love me as much as you say. If it was right, you would never betray me this way.”

“You are so dramatic” Lucy laughs softly.

“All that I’ll retain from this conversation is that I love you more than you love me.”

“That’s not true” Lucy frowns.

“It is. I’m the one who love you the most but that’s ok.”

With a satisfy smile, Ona shrugs before taping Lucy’s hand on her thigh. This discussion is going again and again between them, a childish and sweet fight that none of them want to give up.

“Ok” Lucy says after several seconds of silence. “If you love me so much, marry me.”

There is another moment of silence.

“Qué?”

Ona is looking at her girlfriend with wide eyes, seriously asking herself if Lucy lost her mind. But Lucy is looking at her seriously.

“Are you still drunk?” Ona asks, arching an eyebrow.

“No. I am very serious, Ona. I love you. I know you are the love of my life. You are the one I want to finish my life with, I’ve never be so sure about anything in my whole life. I don’t have a ring, but I’ll change that as soon as possible. I want to marry you.”

This is unreal for Ona. Of course, she already thought about marrying Lucy one day, because she’s sure that Lucy is the love of her life too. Lucy flipped her life upside down, in the best way possible. The situation is unreal, but the answer she gives seems to be as much.

“Ok”

“Yes? Will you marry me?”

“Yes” Ona smiles softly.

Even if this isn’t the most convenient marriage proposal, there still is some tears in Lucy’s eyes. And the smile she gives to Ona makes Ona’s heart fluttered. But then, Lucy is suddenly turning on the road, taking the opposite street of their apartment.

“Lucy what are you doing?”

“We are going to the airport, taking the next plane for Las Vegas. I want to marry you right now.”

“What? But Lucy the dogs? Our parents are going to kill us!”

“Coco and Narla can stay a little longer to your parents. And we will make a ceremony with everyone in several days. I just don’t want to pass another day without you being called my wife.”

The tender smile Ona gives her talk for her. She wrote to her parents to ask them to keep the dogs a little bit longer, explaining that Lucy and her are taking surprised holidays. She doesn’t say why and where though.

While Lucy is looking for a place on the parking, Ona is looking at the first plane leaving for Las Vegas. She managed to find one leaving in five hours, choosing to be in business class, after all they are getting married, right? They let their suitcases from the game in the car, choosing to buy new clothes in the airport. And because they are in business class, they have the lounge and the possibility to take a shower before landing.

Their seats are next to each other on the plane, but when they are on the sky, Ona chooses to escalate the wall between them to sit next to Lucy. Well, on Lucy. In the darkness of the plane and night, they cannot be seen from anyone, not that their embrace has anything looking like Pegi 18 anyway. Lucy just had passed her hand under Ona’s shirt to stroke her back and they are under a cover.

“Lucy?” whispers Ona.

It’s dark and quiet, people around them are sleeping or watching a movie from the television in front of them.

“What is it, Bonita?” Lucy whispers in answer.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We still can enjoy our time in Las Vegas, we are not forced to get married if you want to change your mind.”

“Are you scared?” Lucy smiles.

“No” Ona answers, putting her head again on Lucy’s shoulder. “I’m only scared that you will regret it the next morning.”

“Never.”

To add power to her answer, Lucy squeezes her harder against her, making Ona smile. She then kisses her hair, even if the shampoo she used isn’t the same one she’s using daily. Her natural scent is still here though, Lucy loves to think that Ona smell like sun, sand, and holidays.

Lucy smiles when she sees Ona yawning, the last days were chaotic. They were great, but very tiring and they haven’t many times to rest. They sleep a lot during the long trip, catching their lake of sleep, before landing to Philadelphia to take another plane.

“People are wondering where we are going” Ona smiles while looking at her messages during their stopover to Philadelphia.

“Tell them Lesbos Island” Lucy answer, looking at Ona’s phone above her shoulder.

Ona rolls her eyes and bite in the croissant she received during the journey. It’s not as good as the one she had in France, but still ok for an empty stomach.

“People are going to be wild when they’ll know” Lucy adds soon after. “How do you think we can say it to them?”

“If we want to keep the clichés, we can send them a picture of us next to a fake Elvis.”

********

They arrive at Las Vegas after several more hours, choosing one of the most expensive suites in the hotel Ona likes the most – The Venetian. Even if the younger one tried to protest, Lucy makes her shut with only one gaze.

“This is wild” Ona mumbles, looking at the view they have from it.

They are on the 36th floor and can see almost everything around. She lost herself in the contemplation of the streets and the lights, while Lucy is busy turning of the air conditioning who is always making her sick, after what she says.

She then takes several seconds to look at Ona, who turned her back at her. She’s smiling while looking at the smaller one. Even if it’s look like a whim, she knows what she’s doing. She was thinking about proposing to Ona for several weeks now, she wanted to do things right with a sweet proposal and everything. She still can make the surprise to Ona when she got the ring.

She is so in love with Ona.

She is so in love and is going to marry her.

It’s sometimes scary for Lucy to admit to herself how much her happiness depends of that wonderful and beautiful girl in front of her. She doesn’t understand how someone like Ona can be interested in her.

Sure, Lucy knows that a lot of people fancy her, she’s not stupid. But she’s older than Ona and she won’t be able to play football for as long as Ona would. But when she talked about it to Ona, the younger girl just smirk and answer that she would like this has a lot of time to choose her clothes for her wagging era.

Feeling a rush of love for the girl in front of her, Lucy breaks the distance between them in three big strides, before embracing Ona from behind.

“What if you’re the one regretting this tomorrow?” Lucy asks quietly, for once letting out some form of vulnerability.

“I won’t” Ona answers.

Her tone is so sure that there is no reason for Lucy to doubt about it. Ona turns around in Lucy’s arms, passing hers around Lucy’s neck.

“T'estimaré per tota la vida” she whispers, before kissing Lucy softly. (I’ll love you for all my life)

Lucy’s progresses in Catalan are prodigious, thanks to her personal teacher, which allows her to easily understand what Ona has just whispered against her lips. She doesn’t have time to answer though, carried away by the extent of Ona’s kiss.

“Is it a way not to leave this room and not to get married, miss Batlle?”

“I can’t believe we’ve done it” Ona mumbles, looking at the pictures on her phone.

They are on their way back to Barcelona, after a stop at Dallas this time. They haven’t said anything to anyone about their marriage, like Lucy said, they will make a ceremony for their families and Lucy even planned a way to offer a magic proposal to Ona with the ring she will find in Barcelona.

She looked for jewelry in Barcelona when Ona fell asleep in her arms after having celebrated their wedding.

“Still no regret?” Lucy whispers, looking at Ona’s phone above the armrest between them.

“Never.”

A sweet smile is on Ona’s face when she looks at her girlfr… wife. Even if they have to make the contract acknowledged in Spain. They are travelling during the day this time and people are obviously more up than during the first fly. Lucy sulks when she realizes that Ona won’t be able to join her on her seat like before, but then Ona grabs her hand and never let it go since. She can live with that.

“I always thought that the big Elvis' was a myth to be honest” Lucy comments when she sees the photo where they are posing next to him. “It was like a movie.”

“Yeah. I liked that movie though; the first actress is hot” Ona smirks.

“The Spaniard with the scar? Yes. Hot and badass.”

********

When Lucy’s back from the England Camp, Ona had the time to make their marriage contract recognized. She went back home from the camp after deciding that it was better for her face that way. She was sad not to be able to play with Leila again, but it was safer that way. She went to training with Patri and Mapi and passed time with Narla and Coco.

She went to take Lucy from the airport and Lucy already started to look for the right ring. She looked for several days before making the choice to have it custom-made. Lucy wants it to be perfect.

They managed to keep the secret for now, the only difference is that Lucy calls Ona “Wifey” at home now and that they can’t keep their hands away of each other. They are not making out in public, but they are impossible to separate. And when they are on each side of one room, they keep look and smile at each other.

“Can you please stay focus and stop drooling on Ona for a second, Bronze?” Mariona asks, hitting Lucy behind her head.

“I’m not drooling” Lucy frowns, showing Mariona away.

“You are” Mariona laughs.

But then Mario’s laugh drags Ona’s attention – who was talking with Salma and Jana - and she smirks at Lucy who kind of forgot why she’s supposed to be mad at her friend. The calm of the room is suddenly broken by a roar coming from Alexia’s voice as soon as she enters it.

“LUCIA ROBERTA TOUGH BRONZE!”

Lucy jumps and look at their captain like a teenager in trouble without knowing what she did bad. But the blonde came right in front of Lucy with a paper, the room suddenly quiet.

Lucy gets pale when she sees the sheet and Ona doesn't need longer explanations to understand what it is. However, Alexia doesn't hesitate to give more details.

“I was helping the administrative team to make the papers for our next trip, and they told me about this funny mistake, like they said. I did my research and it’s look like it isn’t actually a mistake. So will you please tell me why and how in the world it is written black on white that you are married to Ona Batlle Pascual?”

Ona makes a grimace when she feels almost all the eyes on the room going on her. It isn’t the way she wanted to tell people, but she can see Mapi from the corner of her eyes who seems to have the time of her life.

“You choose Lucy, Oni? What about us?” Jana jokes, but she is suddenly silent when she crosses Alexia’s eyes.

“Come on Ale’, what was I supposed to do? Ask you before asking her?” Lucy rolls her eyes.

“Well at least. Then I would have refused and took Ona on a secret island” Alexia groans.

“Your kids are growing up, Alexia, get over it” Irene says, patting Alexia shoulders. “Ask Pina about her love life, you’ll be stunned” she adds, before leaving the room.

“WHAT?!”

[goblinontour]

Justice For All

between these walls and neon lights, boy did good

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

warnings: lawyer!alex, smut, oral (both receiving…blowie!)

word count: 7k

The two of you sat outside at a little rundown corner stand, the kind of place that had probably seen better days, with faded signage and creaky plastic chairs that always felt sticky, no matter how much they were wiped down. The smell of sizzling grease filled the air, mingling with the faint diesel fumes from the street. But none of that mattered, not really. Not when you were together and the hot dogs were loaded with enough toppings to make you forget about the city grime, or the fact that, logically, this kind of food should have you both feeling queasy by the end of the night if it weren’t so damn good. You were both leaning into it, elbows on the metal table that wobbled whenever you moved too suddenly, devouring the indulgence like it was a meal fit for royalty.

Across from you, Alex was biting into it. Grease glistened on his fingers, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had this ability to make even the most scruffy look seem like it was part of some carefully crafted plan. He was halfway through his hot dog, ketchup and mustard smeared across the bun, a little dab of something clinging to the corner of his mouth. You were sure he hadn’t noticed, and you didn’t say anything. You kind of liked the imperfection of it. 

He wiped his fingers on a napkin that was already streaked with everything else, leaning back in his chair as he looked at you. “You like it?” he asked, nodding toward your own half-finished one.

You took another bite, chewing thoughtfully before nodding. “Yeah, surprisingly good.” you said. “I don’t know if I’ll regret it later, but for now...it’s great.”

He smirked, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “My dad used to bring me here after football when I was a kid. Same exact spot.” he said, gesturing vaguely to the rundown stand. “It hasn’t changed a bit. Same grease, same chairs that stick to your legs.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him skeptically. “You? Football? You don’t exactly strike me as someone who’d be into football.”

Alex chuckled, a soft, throaty sound as he leaned forward again, elbows resting on the shaky table. “What? You don’t think I can appreciate a bit of footie? I loved it.” he said, eyes glinting with nostalgia. “Every Saturday, me and my dad would play. He’d yell from the sidelines, try to get me to run faster, kick harder, all that...and after the game, we’d come here. It was like a reward.”

You smiled at the thought, imagining a younger version of him, gangly and wide-eyed, trying to impress his dad on the field. “That’s cute.” you said, wiping some mustard from your thumb. “The food’s good, but...I don’t know if I’m sold on hot dogs in general. They’re a bit-” 

Alex cut you off mid-sentence, shaking his head as he raised a hand in protest. “Nuh-uh, don’t you dare.” he said, pointing at you with a playful glare. “I just put that in my body. I don’t wanna know what’s in it. Let me live in ignorance for tonight.”

You laughed, holding your hands up in surrender. “Fair enough.” you said. “Ignorance is bliss.”

“Exactly.” he grinned, taking another massive bite, grease dripping from the corner of his mouth as he chewed. “Bliss in a bun. You know,” he began, his voice low and casual and a little playful as he set the hot dog down on the wax paper, licking his thumb with exaggerated flair, “I was willing to take you to a more high-end establishment.” 

He said it with this exaggerated, mock-serious tone, pausing for a moment to meet your eyes before taking another hearty bite, almost as if to challenge the idea that anything could be better than what you two had right here. 

“Oh, were you now?” you teased, watching as he tried to chew with some semblance of grace but ultimately failing. There was something incredibly endearing about how unpolished he was in this moment.

Alex swallowed, grinning as he wiped his mouth. “This…” He gestured to the hot dog and the table with a flourish. “This requires a proper celebration, yeah?” He punctuated the statement by taking another bite, speaking halfway through chewing, like he couldn’t quite wait to get the words out. “So don’t think that this counts.”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms and shaking your head as you smirked at him. “This is perfect.” you said, and you meant it. You reached across the table without thinking, your hand brushing against his cheek as you wiped away the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, your fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, and for a moment, the noise of the city around you faded into the background. It was just the two of you, sitting here at this rickety table, with ketchup-stained napkins and plastic trays, but somehow it felt like the start of something much bigger.

Alex’s eyes flicked to yours when you pulled your hand away, and for a second, you caught a glimpse of something softer in his expression before he let out a small chuckle, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you were indulging him.

You shrugged, leaning forward again. “Besides,” you continued, “we’re pinching pennies now. When we have some steady revenue coming in, when we’re swimming in clients and have a proper income, we can make our way to that fancy place you keep talking about every night.” You raised your eyebrows, teasing him again. “Till then-”

“Yes, that!” he cut in quickly, nodding, his voice a little more eager than before. He gave you this quick, almost boyish smile. “Let’s make that happen.” he added, more seriously now, his eyes locking on yours as if there was an unspoken promise behind his words.

For a second, you didn’t say anything, just sat there soaking in the moment. His smile lingered, but there was something deeper now, something that spoke to how much this partnership, this plan, this…you, meant to him. It felt so real now, tangible in a way it hadn’t before. You could almost see the future stretching out ahead of you, the two of you working late nights in some office you hadn’t rented yet, your names on the door, the smell of coffee filling the air as you figured out how to make it all work.

Alex broke the silence first, leaning back in his chair, hands resting on the arms like he was stretching out after a long day. “Tonight’s a funny night.” he mused. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead, but it fell right back into place a second later. “For some reason, tonight I feel like I’ve got all the answers. Like, I’m feeling- I don’t know…like- like Carnac.”

You blinked, trying to make sense of that one. “Carnac?” You were used to his odd references by now, the random bits of trivia and humour he pulled from some mental archive that you were pretty sure no one else had access to.

He nodded, eyes glinting with amusement. “Yeah, Carnac.” he said, his voice picking up a little energy, even if you had no idea where he was going with it. “You remember when Johnny Carson used to do Carnac the Magnificent?” He paused, as if waiting for you to nod along, but you just stared at him, completely lost. “You know, Ed McMahon would hand him these sealed envelopes, yeah? And Johnny, dressed in this ridiculous turban, would hold them up to his forehead, give the answer before the question.”

You tried to follow, tilting your head, a smile playing at your lips because, even though you didn’t get the reference, you were enjoying watching him light up like this. “Okay…” you said, still waiting for the punchline.

“And then he’d open the envelope,” Alex continued, eyes sparkling now, “and the question would be some ridiculous thing. Like, he’d say ‘Leave It to Beaver,’ and then he’d open it, and the question would be something absurd like ‘What did the dead raccoon leave in his will?’” He burst into a laugh, delighted by the absurdity.

You just stared at him, shaking your head, trying to suppress your own laughter. “Does that ring a bell?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly in mock disbelief.

“Nope.” you replied, grinning, leaning forward to prop your chin in your hand.

“Before your time, huh?” He gave you a dramatic, exaggerated sigh, leaning back in his chair, his lips twitching like he was trying to hide his amusement. “All right, all right. I’m officially the old guy now.”

“You’re not even that much older than me.” you countered.

“I remember Carnac.” he shot back, like that settled the matter once and for all.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay.” you said, stretching the word out.

He gave you a sideways grin, then leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the table. “You remember when we met?” you asked after a moment, your voice quieter now, the memory bubbling to the surface like a warm, nostalgic wave.

He blinked, a small smile playing at the edges of his lips. “Hmm?”

“That mixer.” you reminded him, watching his face light up in recognition.

“Oh, yes!” he said, pointing at you like he was suddenly piecing it all together. “That firm mixer.” He laughed, the sound low and throaty. “I got so drunk.”

You chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, me too.”

“What was that?” He tilted his head, squinting like he was trying to place the timeline. “I think it was my second year as a lawyer?”

“And my first.” you added, remembering how nervous you’d been walking into that event, how out of place you’d felt until you’d started talking to him.

“I remember.” he said, nodding like he was proud of himself for getting the details right. “’Cause I hadn’t seen you before then. And then I saw you and…” He let out a low whistle.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Stop.”

“No, seriously. Your ass looked so good in that dress. Don’t pretend like you didn’t want people staring.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips. “Maybe.”

“Knew it!” he said triumphantly, pointing at you again, his grin widening as he leaned back in his chair.

You both laughed, the sound mingling with the city noise around you. Alex gave you a long look, the kind that made your heart skip a beat for reasons you weren’t quite ready to explore. He reached across the table this time, his fingers brushing against yours for just a second. “We’re really gonna do this, aren’t we?” His eyes held yours, like he was searching for some kind of reassurance.

“Yeah.” you said softly, feeling that familiar spark of excitement welling up inside you. “We’re really gonna do this.” 

And with that, he leaned over the table, and he smiled again, that slow, easy smile that always seemed to linger a little too long, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the moment. “We’ll make it happen. Come on.” he whispered. “Give me a kiss, baby.”

“Not happening.” you said, deliberately staying in your seat, watching as his eyes narrowed in mock frustration.

“Really?” he chuckled under his breath, glancing down at the table between you. He let out a dramatic sigh, calculating his next move. “You always make me work for it. But fine, be difficult.” he muttered with a grin. 

You simply raised an eyebrow in response, refusing to budge. Alex shook his head as he shifted in his seat, then half-climbed onto the table, the edge digging into his side, awkwardly balancing his weight, but committed to closing the distance himself. 

“You know,” he muttered, his face just inches from yours now, “you’re lucky I don’t mind making a fool of myself for you.” His breath was warm against your lips as he hovered there for a moment, teasing you with the closeness. 

When his fingers brushed your cheek, you finally softened, letting him draw you in. The kiss was unhurried, almost gentle at first, but it lingered, his lips moving against yours. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze again. 

“There.” he whispered. “To seal the deal.” as if the whole act had been nothing but a playful dare. His lips brushed yours one more time, softer this time, before he pulled back fully, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as he finally sat back down, trying to smooth his shirt and pretend he hadn’t just climbed over a table to get to you. “You’re-” 

“Don't even try to act like you didn’t want that kiss.”

The office was far from glamorous, but it was yours. After weeks of searching, driving around to every dingy building and basement unit the city had to offer, you’d finally found it. On the second floor of an old, brick building with large windows that let in just enough sunlight to make it feel more inviting. The rent was low enough to make sense, but high enough to be a risk, and the moment you saw it, you knew. This was the place. Alex had agreed instantly. He didn’t care about the details, about the layout or location or anything. As long as this was happening — actually happening — he was in. 

But he had one condition. There was no way those god-awful orange walls were staying.

“They’re offensive.” he’d said the moment you unlocked the door and walked in. His lip had curled in disgust as he looked around, hands shoved in his pockets. “We can’t have clients in here with that…monstrosity.”

And now here he was, standing in the middle of the half-painted office, half being generous, covered in white paint. There was a streak of it across his cheek, a splotch in his hair, and his once-clean shirt was speckled with it like some kind of abstract art project. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, but the fabric was still damp with paint, sticking to his forearms as he moved the roller across the last patch of the wall. It was slow, painfully slow, and Alex was grumbling under his breath every few minutes about how this wasn’t his “thing.” He wasn’t meant for manual labour, he’d insisted after about ten minutes.

You sat on the edge of a paint-streaked table, watching him, your arms crossed and a smirk playing on your lips as he complained.

“My shoulders.” he groaned, letting the roller drop dramatically onto the plastic sheet beneath him. “I swear to God, they’re on fire. How do people do this for a living?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Alex, you’ve painted exactly one wall.”

“One wall too many.” he shot back. “This is cruel and unusual punishment. You’re supposed to be my partner, and yet here you are, letting me- making me suffer.”

You rolled your eyes, hopping off the table and walking over to him. “Oh, is that what this is? Suffering?” you teased as you stood behind him.

He gave you a sideways glance, eyebrows furrowing like he couldn’t believe you weren’t taking his “pain” seriously. “It is! My shoulders are gonna give out. You’ll have to carry me out of here.”

You sighed, shaking your head as you stepped closer, your hands resting on his shoulders. “Fine. I guess I’ll have to be the assistant on duty.”

The second your fingers dug into his muscles, he let out a noise that was almost indecent, a low, deep moan of relief. “Oh, that’s so good.” he muttered, tilting his head to the side, giving you more access to work out the knots. His eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, he looked like he might actually melt into a puddle on the floor.

“God, you’re such a baby.” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the way your fingers worked into his skin, pressing a little harder.

“Ow!” he yelped, whipping around in your grip, his eyes wide as he looked at you like you’d just tried to strangle him. 

You grinned, unbothered by his dramatics. “What?” you asked innocently.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “What? Are you trying to kill me? Is this your master plan, huh? Rub me out and steal the office all for yourself?”

“Indeed.” you said. “Robbery and murder. The perfect crime.”

He gave you a look, lips twitching into a smile as he leaned down, his face hovering just inches from yours. “You’re twisted.” he muttered before closing the gap and kissing you.

You melted into him, your body instinctively pressing closer. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you in as the kiss deepened. You could feel the cool, wet paint smudging against your shirt, but it didn’t matter when his lips were moving against yours like that, slow and soft like it was the first and last time he’d ever get to do it.

“Alex-” you murmured against his lips, trying to keep some semblance of thought as his hands tightened their grip on your waist. “You’re getting paint on my shirt.”

“I won’t live to see the consequences. You’ll kill me, remember?” he muttered in reply, his mouth already moving back to yours before you could say another word.

This time, you kissed him harder, your hands slipping up into his hair, pulling him closer. The toxic smell of wet paint was still hanging in the air, but all you could smell was him. There was something so sweet about him, so overwhelming that it almost felt like you could taste sugar and flowers instead of the sharp scent of chemicals, his lips soft but demanding, like he was trying to pour every ounce of affection he had into you all at once.

He broke away first, just barely, his lips hovering over yours as he caught his breath. “Mmm.” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly hum. “Sometimes when we kiss…” He trailed off, his lips brushing your cheek now, then lower, down to your jaw, to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. “The love’s too much.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, your hands still tangled in his hair. “Too much, huh?”

“Yeah.” he muttered, his lips now trailing down your neck, leaving a path of soft, lingering kisses in their wake. “And it makes me wanna do you on the kitchen floor.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach at his words. “We’re not in a kitchen.” you pointed out, though your voice had lost some of its strength.

He shrugged, his lips still pressed to your skin. “You get the gist.”

You laughed, shaking your head as your hand traced down his back, still stained with paint. “Is that supposed to be a love poem?”

He straightened up slightly, giving you that wicked grin you’d seen a hundred times. “That’s a love poem.” he confirmed, his voice serious.

You tilted your head, smirking. “That is what you consider a love poem?”

“Yes.” he said, no hesitation in his voice as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “You know…” He trailed off, clearly trying not to laugh as he tugged lightly at your shirt. “My mum raised me to be a gentleman.”

You nodded, trying to hold back your grin. “I know.”

“But you…” He paused, a chuckle bubbling up in his throat before he could even get the words out. “You raise my-”

You gasped, slapping him lightly on the arm, though you couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of you. “Jesus Christ, Alex!”

His laughter followed yours, his face buried in your neck as his shoulders shook. “Oh, come on!” he groaned, pulling you back into his arms. “Why you gettin’ all legal on me, huh? Thought you liked wordplay.”

You tried to shove him off, but he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him. Before you could protest, his hips ground into yours, just enough to make your breath catch.

“I swear to God…” you muttered, trying to suppress the heat that was quickly building between you, your voice trailing off as his lips found yours again.

But this time, you didn’t resist. You let him kiss you, let him press his body against yours, and for a moment, the half-painted office, the smudges of paint on both of you, and even the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, caught in this electric pull that neither of you could — or wanted to – escape.

Alex’s hands slipped down your back with a deliberate slowness, fingers tracing the line of your spine before gripping your ass through the soft fabric of your leggings. The sensation was sharp, electric, his touch rougher than before, like he needed to claim you right there. His fingers dug in just enough for you to feel the possessiveness in his hold, and when he spoke, his voice was low, laced with that teasing roughness that always drove you wild.

“You’re dressed like a slut.” he murmured, the words landing somewhere between a growl and a laugh. His hands pressed you back with enough force that your feet stumbled a little, guiding you until your body collided with the still-bare offensively coloured wall, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body on you. His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your neck as he pressed closer.

“I’m literally wearing leggings and one of your shirts.” you pointed out, a small smirk tugging at your lips despite the way your pulse quickened under his touch.

“Yeah, but…” His hands squeezed your ass tighter, making you gasp slightly at the sudden roughness. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, voice dropping even lower. “Anyone could see you’re not wearing any panties.” 

His words ignited something in you, and you couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips. The way he was touching you, how his hands gripped you as if he couldn’t bear to let go. It was all you could think about. His fingers dug into the soft curve of your ass again, rough and purposeful. 

“Wanna eat you.” he growled, his voice vibrating against your skin.

A rush of heat pooled between your thighs, your heart racing, and for a second, you almost wanted to tease him, make him work for it. But then, you exhaled sharply, your voice breathless but steady. “Fine.”

His eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he echoed, “Fine.”

Before you could blink, Alex dropped to his knees in front of you, his grip on your hips still firm as he spun you around to face the wall. Your palms pressed against the unfinished surface, bracing yourself as your breathing quickened. His hands were back on you immediately, firm and hungry, guiding you until your ass was pushed back against his face. 

You felt him bury his face in you, rubbing his nose and mouth against the fabric like a cat in heat, almost purring under his breath. His lips brushed against the skin that peeked through, his breathing heavy, ragged with need.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings, tugging them down in one quick, fluid motion, the cool air hitting your bare skin as the fabric pooled at your knees. And then, without hesitation, his hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you back toward him.

The first touch of his tongue was slow, almost torturous, flicking against you with a teasing lightness. “Fuck.” you breathed, your fingers curling into fists against the wall as his mouth pressed closer, the heat of his breath against your bare skin sending another wave of need coursing through you.

He chuckled softly, the sound muffled against you as he licked and kissed, his grip tightening around your hips like he never wanted to let you go. “You taste so fucking good.” he muttered. His tongue moved with precision, the flicks and swirls driving you wild, your thighs already trembling.

Your body responded instantly, hips bucking against his mouth as your breath came in short, sharp gasps. “Alex-” you whimpered, unable to hold back the soft moan that followed his name. You pressed your forehead to the wall, struggling to keep your composure as his tongue worked.

“Mmm.” he groaned against you, his voice vibrating through your body. He took his time, licking and teasing, driving you to the edge with every flick. “I could stay down here forever.” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “Keep you against this wall all night.”

Your knees buckled slightly, your body trembling under the assault of his mouth, but before you could even think of losing your balance, Alex shifted. His arms slid around to your front, wrapping tightly around you and pulling you flush against him. With a firm tug, he pulled your legs together, keeping them tightly pressed as he continued. 

He wanted you this way. No spreading, no movement. Just his face buried between your thighs entirely on his own accord, his tongue continuing its relentless work. The pressure of your legs pressed together seemed to drive him wild, the soft, wet sounds of his mouth working harder as he moaned against your skin, shooting up through you.

The way he pulled you into him made it impossible to escape, not that you wanted to. You were caught in this unbearable tension. Your legs trembling, your body straining as he kept you pinned to the wall, his mouth still devouring you without giving you any room to breathe.

It was maddening, the sensation of his tongue flicking, swirling between your tightly-pressed thighs, like he was determined to unravel you piece by piece with nothing more than sheer will. Your knees buckled slightly, but his hold on you was iron-clad, keeping you from collapsing as he pulled you even closer. He needed to taste every bit of you.

“Fuck…Alex.” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as the pleasure built inside you, overwhelming and intense. “You- God-”

He hummed in response. His tongue moved faster, hungrier now, as if he could sense how close you were, how you were unravelling with every flick and stroke.

“God, you’re so fucking good at this.” you gasped, your breath coming in ragged pants as your fingers pressed harder against the wall. 

He pulled back slightly, his mouth wet, lips glistening as he looked up at you with that devilish grin. “I know.” he said, his voice smug, confident. Then, without warning, his tongue was back on you, even faster this time, his lips sucking and teasing until you could barely stand.

You moaned, your head falling back as the pleasure consumed you, your hips grinding against his face as you chased that high, that edge that was so close now. “I’m gonna- fuck, Alex-”

He didn’t stop, didn’t let up for a second. His hands held you steady, his tongue working with such precision that it sent you spiralling. Your body tensed, gasping his name like a prayer.

Your legs gave out, and he caught you, his hands still firm on your hips as he pressed one last kiss against your cunt. He stood, slowly, hands sliding up your sides, pulling you close as he nuzzled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“Better?” he whispered, his voice low, teasing, but laced with affection. His lips brushed your ear, then your jaw, before he kissed the corner of your mouth.

You couldn’t help but smile, still catching your breath as you leaned back into him. “Shut up.” you muttered, though the softness in your voice gave you away.

He chuckled, pulling you tighter into his arms, his lips brushing your temple. “You’re welcome.”

Later that night, the chaos of the half-painted office was far behind you. The bedroom was warm and quiet, the faint hum of the city outside barely reaching through the thick curtains. Alex lay sprawled out on the bed, looking every bit like a man who’d just completed a gruelling day of manual labour – despite only having painted one wall. He had an arm draped lazily over his stomach, his shirt hiked up just enough to reveal a sliver of his skin, and he groaned. He’d been defeated by his own indulgence.

“My tummy hurts now.” he muttered, the sound somewhere between a complaint and a sigh of resignation, as if the entire ordeal was completely out of his control.

You stood in the doorway, watching him with a smirk tugging at your lips. “You did that to yourself, you know.” you teased, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorframe. “I told you to slow down.”

He squinted at you through half-closed eyes, his hand patting his stomach dramatically. “You ordered it. It’s your fault.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed off the doorframe and walked over to the bed, perching on the edge near him. “You’re unbelievable.” you said with a laugh. “How are you going to blame me for you eating like a starving animal?”

Alex gave a low groan of agreement and shifted slightly, his hand never leaving his belly. Then, with a sluggish, lazy motion, he hiked his shirt up even further, exposing the soft skin of his stomach completely. He rubbed it in slow, exaggerated circles, his eyes closing again as if the act might magically relieve him of his self-inflicted misery. “Ugh...too much food.” he muttered, his voice drifting on the verge of slipping into a coma.

You couldn’t help but smile, watching him, your fingers lightly brushing the fabric of his shirt where it was bunched up just below his ribs. “You’re so dramatic.” you teased softly.

Without opening his eyes, he reached for your hand, guiding it to his stomach and placing it there firmly, his fingers lingering over yours for a moment before pulling away. Then, in a voice as serious as a doctor delivering bad news, he asked, “Do you think it’s a girl?”

You burst into laughter, shaking your head as you pressed down lightly on his belly. The second your hand applied pressure, Alex let out a dramatic yelp, squirming beneath your touch as if you’d genuinely hurt him. “Ow, ow, ow! That hurt!” he whined, turning his body away from you, curling up slightly and clutching his stomach as if you’d wounded him.

You couldn’t help but laugh harder at his theatrics, even as you slid closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “I’m sorry.” you whispered into his neck, kissing the soft skin there gently. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He didn’t budge, still curled up and facing away from you like a sulking child. “I’m not forgiving you so easily.” he muttered, though his voice was lighter now, betraying the smile he was trying to hide.

You pressed another kiss to his neck, then another, your lips trailing up toward his ear. “Please? I’ll be extra nice.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, still pretending to be stubborn. “I don’t know. It really hurt.” he said, his tone teasing, though he still didn’t turn to face you. “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

You smiled against his skin, hugging him tighter, your hands sliding under the hem of his shirt to rest on the warm skin of his stomach again, but gentler this time. “Anything you want.” you murmured softly, your lips brushing against his ear.

He finally shifted, turning back toward you, his eyes opening just a fraction, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Anything?” he asked.

You nodded, your forehead resting against his as you smiled back. “Anything.”

He didn’t even hesitate, his grin only widening. “Blowie?” he said, the word leaving his mouth like a half-joke, but the heat in his gaze told you he was entirely serious. His hand, still resting lazily on his stomach, gave a slight, almost imperceptible tug at the hem of his pants as if to illustrate his point.

You snorted softly, shaking your head but smiling. “Is that your grand demand?” you asked, leaning up just enough to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. He didn’t answer, just gave you a look – a look you knew all too well.

Alex grinned, his hand finding yours again, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulled you closer, wrapping you in his arms. “You’re lucky I’m so easy to please.” he murmured.

“Okay.” you whispered against his cheek before shifting lower, sliding off his chest and shuffling down between his legs.

Alex barely moved. He was still sprawled out lazily on the bed, his body relaxed, no intention of putting in any effort, even for this. He lifted his hips just enough to give you room as you settled between his legs, the sheets rustling softly beneath you. His hand lazily drifted down, brushing against your arm as you got comfortable, but even that felt like an afterthought.

“Mmm, there you go.” he muttered, his voice low and sleepy as he grinned down at you, his legs parting just enough to make space. He was still so lazy about it all, barely bothering to adjust his position, just enough for you to do the work, like he expected to be pampered.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly under your breath, shaking your head at how easy it was for him to be like this. His entire body was relaxed, not a hint of tension, as if he were already halfway to falling asleep again, trusting you completely to take care of him.

“You’re such a lazy bastard.” you teased softly, your fingers tracing along the waistband of his pants.

He gave you a crooked grin, shifting just enough to make you laugh again. “Too full to move.” he mumbled in mock protest, though the glint in his eyes told you otherwise. His hand rested lazily over his stomach, fingers tracing absent circles as he watched you with half-lidded eyes. “Seriously, I might die. This could be my last request.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “Your last request is a ‘blowie’? How romantic.”

“I’m a simple man with simple needs.” he replied, his voice low and teasing, though the way he was watching you made it clear that there was nothing simple about what he was feeling right now. His hand drifted down, brushing against your cheek with a touch so light it made your skin tingle. “Besides, you owe me for earlier. And you hurt my delicate stomach.”

You smirked, pressing a kiss to his thigh, making him twitch slightly. “I said I was sorry.” you said, your tone mock-innocent.

“Nuh uh, not enough.” His lips curved into that crooked grin again, his hand finding its way back to your hair, fingers lazily threading through it. “I require more convincing.”

“And this is what you want as an apology? Not, I don’t know, maybe a back rub or a foot massage?”

He huffed, shifting slightly like he was thinking about it for a second. “Nah. I’d rather have this.” He gestured lazily down toward his waistband, his hips lifting slightly to emphasise it.

“You’re so predictable, Alex.”

His fingers tightened slightly in your hair, but not to guide you, just to feel you there. His voice dropped to a lower tone, though his grin remained. “Can’t help it if I want you.” he said, the words carrying a meaning that didn’t match the smile on his face. He watched you with half-closed eyes, but they were focused, drinking in the sight of you between his legs,  exactly where he wanted you.

You bit your lip, your hands tracing the line of his pants, fingers teasing the edge of his skin. “Okay, okay.” you said, giving in. “You win.”

Alex gave a satisfied hum, his grin widening as he scooted his hips up a little to make room for you, but barely. “That’s my girl.” he muttered, his voice slurring with contentment.

You kissed his thigh again, watching his expression as his eyes fluttered for a moment. “You know,” you said as your fingers slipped beneath his waistband, pulling it down just enough to free him, “you’re really spoiled.”

“Yep.” he agreed without missing a beat. “Spoiled rotten, baby.”

You laughed softly, your hands moving slowly, deliberately teasing him. “What would you do without me?” 

“Probably starve.” he replied, his tone so serious it made you giggle. His fingers tangled in your hair again, tugging lightly to pull you closer “Definitely wouldn’t get blowies.”

“Poor baby.” you murmured, kissing the inside of his thigh once more, making him shiver slightly beneath your touch.

“Mmm.” he hummed in response, his body shifting slightly. “You’re not gonna tease me too long, right?” His voice was playful but low, a hint of impatience creeping in as he finally opened his eyes to look down at you, his gaze dark and heated.

You smiled, your hand wrapping around him gently, giving him a teasing stroke. “No promises.”

His breath hitched slightly, but he was still grinning, his fingers tightening in your hair as his hips lifted, pushing into your touch as he relaxed back against the pillows. “God, you’re good at this.” he muttered, his body pliant beneath your touch as he basked in the sensation.

“You spoil me too.” you whispered softly.

“Damn right.” he murmured, though his words were starting to slur together, his body relaxing even more as he let out a deep, contented sigh. His hand remained in your hair, though it was no longer guiding, just resting there as he let you do the work, his eyes closing once more as he surrendered to the moment.

You started with slow, teasing licks, your tongue circling the tip of him, savoring the warmth and taste as you explored him. His deep, satisfied sigh reverberated through his chest, his fingers tangling further in your hair as his body melted deeper into the pillow, completely at ease under your touch.

You found a steady rhythm, your tongue swirling, taking your time to enjoy every inch of him. The taste was intoxicating, a mix of heat and salt that made you moan softly. You felt him throb in response to each flick, his body tensing and relaxing with every movement. 

“God, that feels incredible.” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure, every word laced with a desperation that made your heart race. You took him deeper, your lips sliding down his length, filling your mouth completely. The warmth of him, the weight stretching your lips, pulled a soft moan from you. The vibration of your voice made him twitch, and he let out a breathless laugh. “You can’t just make sounds like that and not expect me to get more turned on.”

“Mmm, glad you like it.” you mumbled, your words muffled but playful. It was hard to focus on anything else when he filled your mouth so completely, when his guttural sounds spurred you on and with the way he throbbed with each gentle suck. He felt perfect in your mouth.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up.” he admitted, his voice strained, yet full of awe. “You’re-”

“You don’t have to hold back.” you murmured around him, pulling back just enough to speak. “I want to hear you.”

He chuckled, the sound warm but edged with urgency. “Oh, you’ll hear me.” he promised as you glanced up at him. “Just wait until I-” His words dissolved into a low moan as you picked up the pace, sucking harder, your mouth working him with an intensity that had him gasping again.

“Holy hell.” he breathed, his hips bucking as you took him even deeper, your tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of him. He shuddered. “Just like that. God, you’re amazing.” His words tumbled out in a stream of appreciation and need. “Just...a little more.”

You hummed softly, the sound vibrating around him, and Alex’s eyes widened as a groan ripped from his chest, his head falling back against the pillow. “I’m gonna-” he gasped, breath catching. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

With each motion, you felt his body tighten, his breathing becoming more erratic, matching the rising tension between you. “You’re so close.” you whispered, catching his gaze briefly before pressing your lips to him again, teasing his most sensitive spot with expert movements.

His body trembled, and the pressure between you built rapidly. “You’ve got to- oh god, don’t stop. Just don’t-” he gasped, his fingers tightening in your hair with the slightest pressure, urging you to continue.

With a final flick of your tongue, you felt him throb hard in your mouth, his body arching as a choked groan escaped him, echoing through the room as he reached his climax. You swallowed around him, savoring the warmth and taste, moaning softly as he let go completely, lost in the moment.

“Holy shit.” he gasped, his body trembling as he collapsed back deeper into the mattress, chest heaving. You pulled away slowly, licking your lips, a satisfied smile on your face.

“That was quite the reaction.” you teased, resting your chin on his thigh, the warmth of his body still radiating through you.

He chuckled, breathless but amused. “You have no idea.” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “Ten out of ten for that. You’re something else. ”

“Just a little practice.” you replied. “Maybe I’ll spoil you like that more often. But don’t forget who made you feel this way.” you said, flashing him a playful smile.

His laugh was soft and genuine, fingers gently threading through your hair. “I’ll never forget.” he promised, “Not a chance.”

a/n: I think it’s a bit messy still but he’s cute so maybe you’ll forgive me...that first scene is very inspired (copied) from BCS, as you’d expect.

[fatuismooches]

I AM HAVING SO MUCH BRAIN ROT AUUUUGHHH

Just imagine with me for a moment... Insinuating that they have a crush on reader or like... that they want to kiss

Like the "Oh my god... You have a crush on me, that's so embarrassing of you!!" Or the whole "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid."

And both times it's funny because you're already together.

Reader says to Dottore he has a crush on them. Every single segment just turns to face them and their faces get red simultaneously. Over a dozen blushing Dottores just hiding it in various different ways as they go back to what they were doing but one thing is the same. All of their ears are bright red.

Or with Pantalone. "You have a crush on me, that's embarrassing." And be just... smiles. Tilts his head to the side. "I can assure you, I'm not embarrassed. Must I buy you another gift to prove that?" And Reader immediately has to explain, no, it was a joke, please stop spending ao much money on me. And yet, the next day they open their door to an entire basket full of their favorite things.

CAPITANO OML. Even insinuate he has a crush and he's even more silent than usual. He is a little embarrassed about it. Later, comes to Reader all worried that he was being too affectionate and it was too obvious when literally all he did was place a hand on their waist when he had to pass by.

AJSJKDJDNRN I LOVE THEM

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THIS IS CANON. READER TEASES THEIR HUSBANDS NONSTOP.

The teasing isn't really anything new for Dottore and the segments, they've dealt with it for so long, dating back all the way to the Akademiya! You'd think they'd be immune to it by now, and well, they probably are for the most part, but you are the person who they can never always accurately predict for a reason. They love you for that but... it can be not in their favor sometimes. This would arise when Dottore tells you something along the lines of taking care of yourself better... something very much only ever afforded to you. This is TOTAL crush behavior, and you would instantly get giddy and inform him of his oh-so-embarrassing crush. The lab has never been so silent... save for your cackling, as the younger, more defensive segments deny it (for some odd reason) as the older ones stay silent ignoring the rising heat in their systems, while the original stands there, bracing for the oncoming headache.

And then Pantalone is just one irritatingly smooth man. You hate it and love it at the same time. Every single time you try to tease him he just brushes it off and returns it ten times harder. It stems from the fact Pantalone is very much aware of his love for you and proud of it - how could he not fall for a person as wonderful as you? Why would he ever be embarrassed? He accepts it wholly and he's more than willing to flaunt it. So declaring his crush on you just makes him double down more. In fact, he's very glad you're conscious of his crush on you. It makes it easier to justify the amount of money he spends on you without a second thought. Meanwhile, you're slightly regretting giving him another excuse to dish out more Mora but in the end, you just can't be mad at this man.

Oh, poor, poor Capitano... this little guy can't understand the joke at first. Are you making fun of him? Should he... not have a crush on you? Was that a bad thing? But you were laughing... he's happy to see you smile but at the same time, he is confused. He spends the whole day thinking about the encounter and what you could have meant by that. When he comes home all serious, you're initially worried for the worst but then he's concerned over him showing you affection. You vehemently apologize to him because you felt bad. After that, you always make sure to let him know how much you love him and how affectionate he is for you! You also always let him know it's okay to tease you back but... um, he is terrible at that.

[scarlett-vixen]

Summary: Just my thoughts on how Mammon is handling things while MC is dealing with the Nightbringer timeline. Disclaimer: I could not be bothered to go back and check the first few lessons to see what we did and didn’t know so just….use imagination if I got stuff wrong alcksnns

Three weeks had already gone by since you left unexpectedly.

“Hey Mams, I’m running to the store real quick to grab extra sides for dinner tonight! You wanna come with?”

For whatever reason Mammon had declined to join you. It was now a deep regret. Why did he say no? He was your right hand demon, your first man, the two of you were always seen together and yet he had said no. Maybe he had grown so used to you going off on your own that he thought nothing of it. Maybe he had been too comfortable with you always returning. Admittedly, your first year in the Devildom Mammon was almost over protective of you. He threw a fit any time you went somewhere without him but after four years of visiting he had grown out of that habit, still sulking when you went off with his brothers or on your own but not nearly as insecure as before, he knew you’d return to him every time.

“Alright well I’ll be back later then! Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!”

Those were the last words you had said.

At the time Mammon had scoffed, ‘don’t do anything stupid?’ When has The Great Mammon ever done anything stupid?? Three weeks later and he was starting to realize all the stupid things he had done in the past, all his mistakes, all his screw ups, all his failed plans to make fast money, all the lectures he’d received from Lucifer for his stupidity. All the times you’d been there to bail him out.

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!”

It was a simple request, but was becoming harder to do the longer you were gone. You always kept him in check, reminding him that even if he was able to steal the 600 billion grimm vase from the Demon Lords Castle, Diavolo would eventually find out, talking him out of selling his brothers belongings or darkest secrets on the deep web, and saving him from Lucifer’s wrath when he really screwed up. Maybe if he had known you when they first arrived he wouldn’t have been labeled a scumbag by the rest of the Devildom, maybe he’d just be “Mammon, Avatar of Greed and Simp for the Human Exchange Student” instead of “Mammon, The Scummiest Demon to Ever Exist and Will Try to Steal Your Wallet”.

“I’ll be back later!”

Later. What an unfair word to use. Mammon thought “later” meant a few hours before dinner, but dinner had long since passed and his appetite was dwindling day but day. Did you know what you meant by “later”?

Lucifer had seemed…off… when he announced your sudden departure, he sounded calm and collected like usual but being the second born, Mammon knew his older brother was hiding something.

“MC and Solomon are currently assisting Lord Diavolo with a task in the human world, we have been instructed to NOT visit the human world in their absence. Lord Diavolo does not know how long their task will take but ensures that they will both be home relatively soon.”

It was faint, nearly non existent, but Mammon heard the way Lucifer’s voice wavered as he said “does not know”. His younger brothers were too busy protesting, wanting to know what was so important that you had been sent home during THEIR time with you, demanding they be allowed to call you. Mammon had slipped out unnoticed, gone to his room and sat watching his phone in silence.

Even if you were on some secret mission for Diavolo, even if HE wasn’t allowed to contact YOU, Mammon knew that if you were in danger you’d contact him. So he would wait. When you didn’t come home after three days Lucifer’s mood started to change, Levi said he was turning back into strict Lucifer because you weren’t here to knock him down a peg, Mammon didn’t believe that.

Levi had it partially right though, Lucifer was reverting back to his old ways, in fact they all were. Levi was grouchy and hiding more, Belphie slept practically all day every day in the attic, Beel was eating everything in sight and pacing the kitchen late at night, Asmo kept his face in a mirror all day and was changing his nail polish every hour it seemed. The only one who didn’t really seem to change was Satan. No, that wasn’t true, Satan had changed too, but not back to his old angry “ticking time bomb” ways, instead he was holed up in the library or his room constantly.

“Whatcha readin Lil Bro?” Mammon asked as casually as he could, only to be met with the icy stare only his brother could cast.

“What have we talked about Mammon.”

“Right, my bad. Uhm, How’s the book?” Mammon tried again.

“Puzzling. I thought I understood the logic but then I got to page 12 and it all logic went out the window.” Satan continued to flip through the pages as he spoke. Beginners Guide to Understanding Time Travel, Wormholes and Beyond was printed in a shimmering purple on the front cover. Time travel? Since when does Satan care about that stuff? Mammon started to speak and then noticed the pile of books around Satan’s chair, each one having to do with time travel, teleportation, unexpected wormholes, vanishing spells gone wrong and such. That sounds more on track, Satan isn’t angry because he’s distracted.

“Does Barbatos seem to be acting weird to you?” Satan asked abruptly, snapping his book closed as he did.

“Wha- Barbatos? You mean weirder than he normally is? No? Don’t really talk to ‘em much though…Why?” Mammon was starting to put the pieces together but he wasn’t liking the picture.

“Oh…nevermind then, I thought of all demons you might be in the same mindset as me.” Satan opened his book back up and started tapping his finger on the side, his tell that his nerves were getting to him.

“Hey.”

The word was sharp and stern, but had a soft undertone. Satan looked up at his older brother who seemed very serious now compared to how he had entered earlier.

“They’re coming back. Lucifer said so.”

Satan’s face fell in shame, foolish of him to think Mammon didn’t know what he was up to. The second born felt a little guilty after watching the way Satan shifted uncomfortably in his chair, he hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, he knew his brothers were all missing you and that slowly but surely they’d all be at each other’s throat because of it.

“Listen, I know you ‘n Lucifer don’t see eye to eye all the time but,” Mammon paused for a minute, this was your speech you always gave when Satan was being stubborn or refusing to listen, he felt his throat tighten up at the thought of not having you here to give it. “Just trust him this time alright?”

A thick silence filled the room, Satan gave a small nod as Mammon turned to leave. Feeling a knot form in his stomach, Mammon headed upstairs, it was one thing to give himself false hope but filling his brothers with it? That was a harder pill to swallow.

“Make it quick.”

Before he could even knock Lucifer’s voice called from inside the quiet office. The second born entered slowly and shut the heavy oak door as quietly as he could behind him. Lucifer was bent over his desk doing paperwork per usual but there was a noticeable difference.

The record player that normally had his favorite cursed record playing while he worked sat silent, the only noise in the room came from the crackling of the fireplace, Lucifer himself looked like he had just gone for a twenty minute jog with Cerberus. His jacket tossed haphazardly on the couch in his office, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned at the top, his hair disheveled, his face twisted in the way it did when he was going over the credit card bills. The thing that alarmed Mammon most though was the number of coffee cups scattered around the room, coupled with the number of empty Demonus bottles on the table in front of the fireplace.

“Do you need something Mammon or are you just looking for things to steal?” Lucifer snapped, still looking at the papers in front of him.

“Hey! Who do-” The Avatar of Greed stopped himself, now wasn’t the time for arguing. “Actually yeah, I had a few questions…”

“Fine,” Lucifer let out an exasperated sigh, propping on elbow up on his desk and resting his head in hand while still scanning the documents below. “Go ahead.”

Mammon tried to think of how to phrase his question, but how do you calmly ask if the love of your life is okay? If they’re coming back? If they’re even still alive? He knew his window was closing and gave up on being subtle, Lucifer always preferred straightforward questions right?

“Where’s MC?”

The question hung in the air for a minute before Lucifer responded.

“In the human world Mammon, we’ve been over this. No you can not go visit, no you can not call them and NO I will not tell you where in the human world. Is that all your questions answered?” Lucifer spoke with his usual confidence but the pause between the question and his response gave Mammon the real answer.

“You won’t tell me ‘cause you’re not allowed to or ‘cause you don’t actually know where they are?”

“What?” Lucifer’s voice was suddenly very quiet, Mammon was familiar with the tone though, it had been his own tone several times. Only used when caught in a lie.

“Just tell me the truth Lucifer. They’re not actually in the human world are they?”

“What.” Lucifer’s voice much louder and more stern this time.

“You don’t know where MC is do ya?” Mammon felt his own voice begin to shake, the thought had been chewing at him for weeks but saying it out loud felt like swallowing razor blades.

“Of course I know where they are.” The first born now staring his younger brother down, eyes filled with a familiar rage. Mammon knew he was still lying though.

“Tch, ya right, if ya knew where they were then why do you have a list of locations in the human world on your desk with different places marked out??”

“This is a part of their task with Solomon and it’s none of your concern.”

“Actually, it is! They’re my human too!”

“I don’t have time for—”

“Where are they Lucifer.”

“I told you Mamm—”

“Where are they!”

“I can’t tell y—”

“WHERE ARE THEY?”

“I DON’T KNOW! I HAVE NO IDEA MAMMON! DIAVOLO DOESN’T KNOW, BARBATOS DOESN’T KNOW! WE HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THEY ARE!”

Lucifer had jumped to his feet when he began to yell, he now stood with both hands pressed firmly on the desk below him, out of breath from shouting and head hung low. Mammon stood on the other side of the large desk, eyes brimming with tears, both from rage and sadness of knowing you were lost. He started to express his rage when Lucifer began to speak again, this time in a tone that Mammon had never heard from him before, this Lucifer sounded guilty, exhausted and overall defeated.

“MC was last seen in town running errands, the time of disappearance is still unclear. Barbatos believes it may be a skip in the timeline, Solomon went after them.”

“How’d he go after ‘em? Does he know where they went?”

“No. Solomon went after MC blindly, Solomon has strong enough magic to return to us if and when he finds MC, but…MC’s magic is still questionable. We haven’t heard from either of them since MC first went missing. Nobody knows where they went. Nobody knows if they’ll return.”

Lucifer dropped heavily into his chair, eyes closed but fresh tears staining his cheeks. Mammon couldn’t remember the last time he saw his brother cry, it was a sight that filled him with more fear than an angry Lucifer could ever try to do.

“When’s the last time you slept?” Lucifer scoffed at the question.

“As if you have room to ask such a thing, we both know the answer to that anyway. Coffee is to stay awake. Demonus is to numb the pain; not helping much anymore though.”

“Ya can’t keep drinking your issues away, it’s not healthy and it ain’t bringing them back faster. You need to actually sleep Lucifer, gonna burn yourself out sittin here all day everyday lookin at these damn maps!” Mammon had never been so bold with his brother before, at least not about self care. Lucifer gave him a puzzled look before chuckling.

“How is it that you know exactly what they would say to me if they were here? I suppose there is a benefit to you always following them around after all.” Lucifer began to clear things off his desk, folding papers up and placing pens back in his desk. “You're right Mammon, I need to rest. Did you have any other questions?"

"No…..I'm good." Mammon turned to leave and was nearly out the door when he felt Lucifer's hand on his shoulder.

"I trust you know this already……but you can not tell the others.

"Don't worry, I won't." Mammon continued on his way down the hall in silence. He entered his room and flopped down on his bed, rolling over to check his phone. The screen lit up with the photo of you at the RAD festival last year, the smile on your face lighting a fire inside him.

Mammon couldn't help but feel like he'd lived through this once before, a faint image of you walking through a doorway, promising to return, but never coming home. His heart sank at the thought. It had to have been a really vivid nightmare, that’s all.

"I’Il be back later!"

It didn't matter if nobody knew where you were. It didn't matter if you had gone back in time, if you had gone to a different time line, or if you were just in a different realm. It didn't matter if his mind tried to tell him this had happened before.

You'd return to them.

You always did.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, my dear! May I get some headcanons for fem!Giyuu!reader with Chen Gong or Qin Shi Huang?

Thank you for this wonderful request and for sending me the picture that works so well for this!

-It had been a few years since you met Tanjiro and Nezuko after they both arrived in Valhalla after being killed by Muzan.

-You remembered Muzan well, as he had been the one to kill you after you managed to take out one of his strongest Upper Ranks.

-They were both children in your eyes, and Nezuko was a demon who had control of her urges, and Tanjiro was looking for a cure.

-You took them in, initially just for a while until they got on their feet in Valhalla, as Tanjiro had been beside himself with anguish that he had died and let Nezuko be killed as well.

-Nezuko wasn’t really bothered, immediately warming up to you, sitting on your lap as you read, listening to you read to her, clinging to your back in her toddler form so you could carry her around more easily while you cleaned around your home, and holding your hand while out and about.

-It made you feel warm, it made you think of your big sister,  a tiny smile coming to your lips, ‘I wonder if this is what Tsutako felt like when she was taking care of me?’

-Tanjiro took more time to come around, it took you bringing him some food, asking him if he was hungry and he slapped it out of your hands, telling you to leave. Seeing what he did, he instantly froze as the tears welled and was quickly in tears, groveling, begging you for forgiveness.

-You pulled him into your arms, hugging him close to you, pressing his head against your chest, which he was incredibly embarrassed about, but you didn’t seem to notice as you let him cry, “I’ll take care of you, Tanjiro, it’s my job as your big sister.”

-That’s how you came to adopt the two as your younger siblings and they both adored you and you had no regrets as your heart was slowly healing, feeling happiness after so long of feeling guilty for not being able to do more in your past, with being a Demon Slayer, and with your best friend and big sister.

-You were a bodyguard for hire in Valhalla, being paid to escort important humans and gods around, as you were very good at what you did and you had many clients that liked you for your stoic nature but bombshell body that you didn’t seem to notice, you were rather oblivious on how sexy you actually were.

-Qin Shi Huang- Being a bodyguard is how you met the first emperor of China, he had requested you specifically just to walk him around Valhalla, as he wanted to spend time with you. After flirting for a few hours into your trip and you responding in not the usual ways, he was quick to realize that you were quite oblivious. So cute!! When you arrived back at the drop off point, running into no trouble, Zheng froze when Tanjiro and Nezuko ran over to you, having waited to pick you up. Nezuko leapt into your arms and Zheng looked at you in awe, seeing the smile on your face, his eyes wide before you patted Tanjiro’s head, greeting him. Zheng learned that these two were your younger siblings and seeing you dote on them, seeing you be so gentle and warm, giving them gentle smiles, he couldn’t help but fall harder! Zheng became a regular visitor to your home, bringing cakes and fancy treats to share with you and your siblings and soon Tanjiro and Nezuko grew to like him as well. Seeing your siblings made you happy and seeing you happy made Zheng happy. Now if he could just get you to realize he was trying to court you, flirting with you, all would be good!

-Chen Gong- He literally ran into you as he was running late, knocking you down and knocking the groceries out of your hands, sending you both to the ground. You weren’t hurt and you moved to pick up your things when Chen Gong sat up, immediately bowing low so his head was touching the ground, begging for forgiveness. He wasn’t expecting to hear a woman’s voice, “I’m all right, are you?” he froze, and his head shot up, panicking that he had knocked down a woman and went to help you when he froze, seeing your bare thigh from the slit in your uniform, as you had just gotten done with a job. Blood immediately spurted from his nose, and he flew back, thinking he could die a happy man. You picked him up after running over, seeing the blood coming from his nose, thinking he was hurt as you laid his head on your chest, “Are you all right?” he could die happily now. Once he was back on his feet, apologizing, you were surprised when he asked you out to tea, you declined for the moment, as you had to get home to your siblings and he smiled warmly, seeing what a sweet person you were and instead he offered to carried your groceries for you. He was cheerful and a lot like Tanjiro, being a ray of sunshine and he was instantly liked by both Tanjiro and Nezuko, which surprised you, but you weren’t bothered, as long as they were happy. This cheerful but strange man was a kind person, you had a feeling you were going to see a lot more of him.

[soft-mafia]

Writes you headcanons for Buggy x Younger reader so you don’t have to get emberassed asking for them:

- Usually doesn’t go for people who are like, a decade younger than he is. He makes jokes and he finds people in the 20 - 25 range attractive but he usually never actually starts anything because it’s either very clear that they are just at wildly different stages in life, that they aren’t interested in him (and he is a monster he’ll tell you, but he very rapidly makes it clear he’s also not THAT kind of monster), or they are attracted to him and he can already tell that they are either having a wrong image of him or that they are misguided and, again, he’ll take advantage of people but he’d walk into the ocean to drown himself before he goes that route.

-So when he actually finds someone that’s younger than him but actually is interested in him like that and also kind of…. Know what they are getting into with him? Who realize he’s been beaten down by the world and a jackass and pompous and imperfect and a whole nother set of unflattering adjectives but also keep insisting that “Yeah no, I am actually still into that.”? He’s a bit perplexed to put it mildly. Will need ages of confirmation and his partner proving that they are capable of choosing for themself and aren’t just feeling puppy love for him.

- Still isn’t convinced that this entire thing is built to last so it will probably be harder for him to open up to them in any ways, even moreso than it already would be if they were in his age range. In turn he’s actually gonna put in some good amount of effort to make the entire thing not completly regrettable for them. He thinks that you eventually gonna realize that you’re better of with someone you’re age, with a stable life and no criminal record but he’s gonna try and make your time with him at least a good one.

- if your first times with him he’s gonna make damn fucking sure he puts out his fucking A-Game. Not really a gentle lover but he’s gonna make sure you are completly fucked out and satisfied by the end of it. He gives you oral and you will have come at least once before he even thinks of sticking his dick inside you. Way more foreplay and kissing than he usually (pretends to not) like. Keeps his devil fruit powers to a minimum because he figures elaborate Chop Chop assisted positions are a bit much for a first timer.

-After that tough he’ll gladly indulge you in any kinky shit you want to try with him. Goes insane when you grab him close one night with your legs wrapped around him and whisper into his ear if you can call him “daddy”. He’s a constant stream of dirty talk after that “Yeah, yeah come on tell daddy how much you like it!”

- Into dirty talk in general actually, loves to bring attention to your age difference at times. fucks you mercilessly from behind before bending over and whispering “You look like such an innocent little thing. Hard to believe you’re letting a dirty old clown like me fuck you almost every single night. I’m a fucking lucky bastard.”

- For all the big game he talks and for how high his libido still is, he still sometimes regrets going so hard on you the day after. You’re already up and jumping into the shower while he turns around still exhausted from last night. Trying out those new positions seemed like a great idea at the time but now he feels like he’s been swallowed and chewed up. How can someone that much younger than him ride THAT hard? Forgets his worry tough when he hears you humming in the next room. Debates with himself for two seconds if he should go back to sleep before throwing the sheets of himself to come join you in the shower. If one of you starts anything during that? …. Wellll he can deal with being just a little more exhausted at breakfast. You make him feel younger than he is

ANON THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[docholligay]

I Saw the TV Glow

I’m essentially always up for a weird horror movie, so when I saw the ads for I Saw the TV Glow, I knew I was in. I don’t generally look up anything about a movie before I go, and in truth, prefer when a trailer doesn’t tell me all that much about what’s going to happen in a movie. This fit the bill!

Non-spoilery: Go in as blind as possible to this movie. There were a lot of things I thought this movie was going to be about, and it was not any of them. What it ended up being about was fantastic. This movie is really really going to resonate with some people my age and the ages around it. I don’t know if it will be as effective for younger people for a variety of reasons. 

Bear in mind I saw this once several months ago, with spoilers below the cut. 

OKAY. We’re in spoiler zone now, so let’s get into this: This movie is about the experience of being gay or trans, specifically in the late 90s to early aughts. We’ll get more into that later, but I want to put it on the table right now. This movie is horror in a Twilight Zone sense. That is in fact my favorite kind of horror! But if you’re seeing it billed as a horror movie, you may not get out of it what you are expecting. 

The Pink Opaque is absolutely Buffy. So much so that Jetty felt called out multiple times: They use the Buffy font, there’s a cameo from a Buffy actress, etc. The movie is not trying to hide this very well. And the Pink Opaque is not a great show! It’s more of a carriage device for these two teenagers that have something in common, something that sparks a realization between them of who they actually are. 

Throughout the show, as Owen gets more and more involved in wanting to watch the show with Maddy, we start seeing quotes in the background that could absolutely be on a high school board, but also…are very much about what is needed inm order to decide to unbury yourself, and live in the Pink Opaque. The one I remember the most, is because it’s one of my favorite quotes. “Without courage, all other virtues are meaningless.” I think about this quote all the time, because I think it is true. You can be kind, you can be intelligent, you can be loyal, but if you are a coward, those virtues mean nothing at the close of business. 

It’s impossible for me to explain to people even 7 to 10 years younger tha  me how different the world was then. I made the choice Maddy made and decided to live in The Pink Opaque as myself, but I love that it isn’t shown as consequence-free either. There are a lot of entanglements and difficulties and fights that came with that decision. You choose to live that way, in 2004, and you get to be the hero, but the hero has to constantly be on guard for the monsters around every corner. And this isn’t even me going, ‘poor pitiful me’--my life was leaps and bounds easier than 10 years before me--but it is a very very different landscape. Fucking no one bats an eye at me being gay now, realistically. 

When Maddy comes back as Tara, and says this is who she always has been, and she had to dig herself out of a fucking grave to be that, I was there, baby! I am not going to get too much into my personal life, but the process of becoming Doc was not a bloodless one. Her coming back and telling him he can have it all, he just has to be willing to die for it--fucking loved that. I have so many memories of having the same conversations with people. We couldn’t have everything. My peers had to decide between having college paid for, having a place to live, and being out, and not everyone had the brass ones to go my way. I made an impulsive, insane decision, and I have never ever regretted it. My parents couldn’t have paid for college anyhow, so fuck it. But it was a choice other people had same as I did, and again, sitting in that dark school ‘planetarium” telling Owen he can live a harder but more real life, fuck. Again, without courage, ALL OTHER VIRTUES ARE MEANINGLESS. I do genuinely feel like this movie might be a miss for a generation whose parents and social circles were simply awkward about it at worst. 

Not scary in the usual sense, but I think a great psychological horror about the costs of doing business, in this life. 

You’re poisoned, you’re buried alive, and that line about, “And you’ll never even know you’re dying.” I mean, sometimes I feel like I was a near miss from living my entire life closeted, as bizarre as that sounds for someone who left home over the matter. I am a person who just makes decisions, and what if I had made the decision to shut that part of myself off, as Owen did? 

My favorite part of this movie is when Owen shuts that part of himself off, and we see him living his life, and he has a family but we NEVER SEE THEM. Because they aren’t a real part of him either, they are all a part of the set dressing of the life he has convinced himself he wants. He is going to be a man, he is going to live as a man and tell himself that’s what he really wants. And then to end up in the bathroom, to end up vomiting all that moon juice and knowing that he has been dying inside the whole time? I thought it was such a beautifully sad ending. 

IF I had a criticism of this movie, there would be a couple handfuls: 

It can be a little on the nose, now and again. I think Maddy-as-Tara’s monologue goes on a little long and loses some of its punch. 

It doesn’t lean quite as hard into the unreliable narrator that is Owen as it could, and so I could see people going, “Oh, Tara was completely right, and Owen made the wrong choice” when even within the narrative, it is telling us that to live in the Pink Opaque is to kill who you are now. That is…not nothing. Owen has, for example, a real relationship with his mother. That’s something that can be lost. Because both me and the author made the same choice, its easy for us to write it as ‘correct’, and honestly it was only on stepping back for a bit that I’m like, “Hm, while this does a better job than 90% of the movies about this I’ve seen, i wish it would have outlaid the cost a little more” but I would want to rewatch it before I made that a HARD criticism instead of a soft one. I was still figuring out everything about the movie, and so didn’t have a chance to really analyze it in this lens. 

I had another criticism, but I actually do want to watch it again before I commit to it, upon reflection. 

[vodika-vibes]

Hi! I love your Bouquet idea, it's so cute and unique. I would like to request an Echo x reader where's he's came back from the Clone rebellion to Pabu with a yellow Orchid and Corriander?

Lust For Life

Summary: The Clone Rebellion is over, and miraculously, the Clones won. And now, Now Echo has to decide where to go from here.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1571

Prompts: Yellow Orchid - New Beginnings, Coriander - Lust

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, I started writing this and realized very quickly that, based on what I was writing, I couldn't made lust-lust work, so I decided to be clever and interpreted it as lust for life. I hope you don't mind.

It’s over.

In spite of everything standing against them, they won.

The Clones, his brothers, they’re free.

No one will ever be able to use them as a weapon again.

Echo presses his hand over his eyes, even as flexes the new, prosthetic hand that Senator Organa all but shoved on him several days earlier. Ah, no…not Senator. He’s Chancellor now, isn’t he?

As one of the men who helped destroy the Empire, Chancellor Organa has given him a very large room in the Chancellor’s palace. And he’s currently laying on the most comfortable bed that he’s ever laid on in his life.

Too bad that the room isn’t helping him feel any better.

Echo lifts his new prosthetic hand and holds it above his face. His scomp had been destroyed when he used it to stab Darth Vader.

It was not a clever thing to do, and he regretted it almost immediately.

But seeing Vader in front of him, telling him and Rex that he’s General Skywalker…well, something snapped in Echo and he just reacted. 

Echo sighs and drops his hand to the side. He’s tired. He wants to go home. To go to her. Maybe now he can give her a future worthy of her.

“Echo?” He glances towards the door, and flashes a weak smile at his older brother, “You alright, vod? You vanished after dinner.” Rex says as he enters the room, and sits on the bed next to his younger brother.

“Yeah. I’m just…” Echo sighs and then sits up to look at his brother properly, “General Skywalker.”

Rex sighs, “You did the right thing-”

Echo scoffs, “Of course I did. I’m not worried about that.”

“Then what’s the problem, Ech’ika?”

Echo scrunches up his nose at the nickname, but doesn’t say anything about it. In fact, he just drops his head on his brother’s shoulder, “I remember some of the stories General Skywalker told me and Fives. About how he was a slave-”

“Really? He hated talking about that stuff,” Rex replies as he lightly strokes Echo’s hair. It’s only recently started coming back in, and Rex couldn’t be happier for his little brother.

“He wasn’t really sober,” Echo explains, “And I just…he was a slave. How can a former slave be okay with enslaving an entire race of people?” He blurts.

Rex sighs softly, “I think, when Anakin turned into Vader, he enslaved himself again. He seemed to genuinely think that he was doing the right thing.”

“That’s-!”

“I’m not excusing him, Echo.” Rex interrupts, “I’m just trying to answer your question.”

“...sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Rex continues comforting his brother for a little longer, “Something else is bothering you.” It’s not a question.

“...Fives.”

Talking about his twin is never easy. Sure, they’ve always known the odds, but the reality of losing Fives was so much harder than he’d ever expected.

“...Echo, Fox didn’t have a choice-”

“What? No. I know that. I don’t blame him. Force knows that he blames himself enough for both of us,” Echo says, “I’m just…disgusted. Did Skywalker know that Palpatine was manipulating him?”

“The only person who can answer that is dead, Echo.”

He sighs and thumps his head on Rex’s shoulder a couple of times, “Do you think Fives would be proud?”

Rex hugs Echo tightly to his side, “I know he would be.”

He laughs softly, “Good.”

They fall into a comfortable silence, and then Rex lightly squeezes the back of his neck, “What are you going to do from here?” He asks quietly, “I’m sure Bail would give you a place in his cabinet if you want.”

“I’m going home. To Pabu.” Echo replies, “The others are still there, and they need to know what’s going on.” He pauses, “And, well-”

“Yes?”

Echo sighs, “There’s a woman-” He trails off when he sees the grin on Rex’s face.

“What’s she like, Ech’ika?” Rex asks, his grin growing.

Echo huffs, “She’s…good and kind. She smiles at me like she can see the man under the machine-”

“Is she your girlfriend?” Rex asks.

“No. Not yet.” Echo replies, “I…haven’t asked.” He admits sheepishly, “But things are different now, I suppose.”

“Hm…a new beginning.” Rex muses thoughtfully, “For all of us.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

It has been almost a year since the last time you saw Echo, and you’re not ashamed to admit that you miss him.

You miss his easy jokes and warm laughter, and the way that he was always the first person to offer you help around the house.

And sure, his brothers are great, but they’re not Echo.

You pout slightly, he hasn’t even commed you. Not even after news came out about Emperor Palpatine dying and Senator Organa taking over the new Republic.

You’re not dumb, you know Echo had something to do with that. And a part of you, a larger part than you want to admit to, is worried that he’s not going to come back.

Your pout becomes more pronounced. Maybe this is what is meant by missed connections? You should have asked him out when you had the chance, maybe then you’d be more confident that he was going to come back.

With difficulty, you push your melancholy to the side, and grab the box of donations that need to be sorted before they’re put out for sale. Work is always pretty good at distracting you from what’s bothering you.

Half an hour later, the door to the warehouse you’re working in opens and you hear heavy footsteps through the rows and rows of stuff that need to be organized. 

It’s weird, since you are pretty sure that you are working alone today.

You set the box to the side, and get to your feet to prepare to send a customer away, this wouldn’t be the first time someone came into the warehouse looking to buy something after all.

“Sorry, you’re not allowed back her-” You trail off as you blink at the man standing at the entrance to the little room you and your coworkers made, “Echo?”

He smiles at you, “I’m back, cyar’ika.”

You trip over a box, but somehow manage to fling yourself into his arms, “You’re back!” You say cheerfully as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Echo laughs softly, as he catches you, his arms tight around your waist, “Did you miss me?”

“I wasn’t sure you were going to come back!” You reply as you push away slightly to look up at him, “Are you okay? You weren’t hurt were you?”

“I’m fine, and I was, but I had really good doctors.” He lifts his prosthetic arm and wiggles his fingers at you, “I even got a gift from the new Chancellor.”

“Oh! Look at that!” You take his hand and trail your fingers lightly over the metal, “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, I like it.”

You look up at him, and scan his face curiously, “Hm.”

“What’s up?”

“You seem…happier.” You note thoughtfully, “You seem less like the weight of the galaxy is resting on your shoulders.”

“Yeah? I know you liked Grumpy Echo…what do you think about this one?”

You grin at him, “I like happy Echo even more.”

He grins back at you, looking his physical age for the first time since you’ve met him, “So, I came to a decision while I was on Coruscant.” Echo says lightly. “Would you like to hear it?”

“I’d love to.”

“Have you ever heard of having a lust for life?” Echo asks as he takes your hand in his metallic one, and then twirls you, pulling a startled laugh from your lips.

“Only in books,” You reply, another laugh falling from you as Echo starts dancing with you between the rows of donations.

“Well, it’s a strong desire to live a full and rich life,” he explains as he twirls you again and again, a bright grin crossing his face at your delighted laughter. “And I’ve decided that I want that.”

You’re breathless with laughter and you’ve been smiling so widely that your cheeks are starting to hurt, and your face is flushed with delight, “I want you to have that too.” You say.

His eyes dance with mischief, “Good, that makes step one of my plan so much easier.”

“What’s step one?” You ask him.

He twirls you one more time, and then pulls you flush against him, “Convince you to be my girlfriend.”

“And the other steps?” You ask as you set your hands on his chest and stand on your toes to bring your lips closer to his.

“Hm. Step two is to kiss you until you’re breathless.” Echo replies, lowering his head so that his lips hover just over yours, “Step three is to wine and dine you at the finest restaurant on Pabu. Steps four through seven are to make sure that you’re never unhappy again-”

You push a little higher on your toes so your lips press against his.

One of Echo’s hands fists in your hair, while the other holds tightly around your waist, as he immediately deepens the kiss, as though it’s the only thing that he’s been thinking about for ages.

“Is that a yes?” Echo asks, his lips hovering just over yours.

“It’s a kriff yes,” You whisper, “I should have asked you a year ago.”

“Ha! I win at romance,” Echo teases, before he crashes his lips against yours again.

[midnightstargazer]

Do you have any favourite regulus headcanons?

So, so many of them. Where do I even start?

He had a summer birthday, making him almost two years younger than Sirius but only one year below him at school

His favorite cousin was Narcissa - even as a young child, but especially after Sirius was disowned. While everyone else expected him to be pleased at being the heir now and eager to be rid of a "blood traitor," she spoke with him in private and told him it was okay if he had mixed feelings or missed Sirius. She was the only one who considered that that might be the case, because she had gone through something similar with Andromeda.

He was naturally bright, but not so much that everything came easily; he still had to work hard in order to do well in school. He did excel at some subjects, though, especially Ancient Runes and Defense Against the Dark Arts. He dropped Divination and Herbology as soon as possible, the former because he didn't have the Sight, and the latter because, as far as he was concerned, digging around in the dirt was beneath his dignity.

He was nearly but not quite a hatstall and spent his Sorting ceremony absolutely terrified, begging for Slytherin while the hat considered the pros and cons of the various options. One of the reasons it hesitated so long was that it could tell he wanted to go there at least partially out of fear and thought he might have more room to grow as a person in one of the other Houses. It was probably right - but that doesn't mean it was wrong in its final decision.

He loved playing Quidditch and was really good at it.

If he had been an animagus, his animal form would have been a crow.

He was prejudiced about blood status, but could be polite when it suited him. Especially at the Slug Club. He wasn't friendly or welcoming towards Slughorn's Muggle-born favorites, but he carefully avoided showing any overt hostility - at least when Slughorn was watching.

In another life, he might have been a scholar (he was very interested in the academic side of magic), an artist (he painted the family crest above his bed himself), or a dueling champion (he was highly skilled with combative magic).

He joined the Death Eaters entirely by choice.

He was the youngest person ever recruited as a Death Eater until Draco Malfoy during the second war. Narcissa was well aware of this, and it was one of the reasons she insisted Draco was too young.

He had a soft spot for Kreacher. He didn't necessarily see him as an equal, but he felt genuine affection for him and appreciated his loyalty. He was furious on Kreacher's behalf when he found out what Voldemort had done.

He didn't get along with Sirius and would probably have said he hated him, but he never stopped thinking of him as his brother.

He went to the cave expecting to die and preferring to die on his own terms rather than be made an example of by Voldemort.

As he was drowning, he regretted not trying harder to survive.

[tainted-red]

stepcest noncon rafe cameron

You ask and you received.

TWS: Non-con, Stepcest, Smut, Swearing, Dub con, Violence.

Perv Rafe x adopted reader.

Living with the Camerons had its perks. Sometimes you would have to literally scrub the floors but sometimes you would have to dance around and drink.

The only reason you live here is that your dad murdered your mom. So she's dead and he's in jail.

Which left you here or you would be in an orphanage in Canada?

You were still close friends with all your goofy pogue friends. There were a bit pissed that you lived with Sarah and Rafe, but what could they do? Adopt you? Hell no.

You got pretty close with Sarah. She was nice and cool so why would you.

But fuck Rafe. He could suck your pussy for all you care.

Wheezie was a typical younger annoying sister. But you love to spend time with her.

But all this doesn't matter because tonight you had to have dinner with the Camerons and Big John.

Something about ‘business’... Bullshit in my opinion.

You bought a red plaid skirt and a black button-up for the occasion. Some black combat shoes that you usually wore inside, sat on your feet.

You were hot, none to say the least.

“Everyone come downstairs soon” Ward shouted from downstairs.

You got up and left your room only to bump into Sarah “Sorry” You apologized “Don't be, come on let's go” Sarah exclaims. Grabbing your hand.

You were about to go downstairs but someone yanked your wrist, tearing you away from Sarah.

“Jesus Rafe” You yelp as he throws you against his bed.

He still had a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly just gotten out of the shower.

“Shut up” Rafe snarled “The hell do you want Rafe” You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Really. You're wearing a fucking schoolgirl skirt, I can see your ass. And don't get me started on the button-up” Rafe sealed his lips, letting out a shaky breath.

“You're my brother Rafe. Stop” you mutter while sitting up.

“Not blood-related. You are practically a stranger to me. Now I'm about to get to know you” Rafe smirks.

Grabbing your chin, lifting it to look him in the eyes.

He leans down to kiss you, connecting your lips. Passionately kissing you.

You bite on his lip, drawing blood.

He let go of the kiss, wiping his lip “Did you fucking bite me?” Rafe whisper shouted.

“Your gonna regret that-” He pauses to grip your throat “Dont make this harder than it has to be y/n” Rafe shook his head.

You felt you stomach drop.

“What does that mean-” you were cut off by Rafe pushing you back on the bed, getting in between your legs.

“You're so fucking hot,” Rafe says in between kissing down your neck.

“Rafe. Get off me” You cry, trying to push his body off of you.

He slaps your face lightly “don't start”.

Rafe slides your skirt up revealing your black thong. “So dirty, so slutty” Rafe chuckles.

Hooking his fingers on your under wear. Toying with it.

“Rafe- please don't” You pout, tears landing in your eyes.

“Don't- don't make me feel bad y/n,” Rafe seethed.

Un buttoning your shirt.

Your boobs and bra bounce out, and he quickly licks them, kissing them and playing with them.

Rafe takes off his towel in a swift pulling motion.

“Rafe no” you scream.

He slaps his hand over your mouth.

“One more word” He threats.

Ripping your underwear, he lines himself up with you.

“Don't cry, darling” he frowns wiping your cheek.

He suddenly slams into you. Pleasure fulfilling you.

You practically scream when he picks up a pace.

You through your head back.

You were still crying but this felt so good, you couldn't control what your body wanted.

“See I knew you would enjoy” Rafe grunts, tubing your clit in circles.

One of his hands wraps around your neck and one around your lower back.

With every thrust, you let out a whimper.

He begins to apply pressure to the sides of your neck. So it wouldn't actually choke you out. And damage your throat.

You felt your stomach tighten “Are you on any birth control, or can I cum on your face?” Rafe breaths.

You nod your head yes, you felt your climax startup. “Fuck” you moaned as you came.

You clinched around his cock causing him to cum inside of you.

“Such a good girl” Rafe smiles then kisses your lips, pulling out slowly.

He retreats the once-used towel and wipes you up.

“I should probably get ready” Rafe hissed.

He left for his bathroom. Leaving you on his bed with a drenched face and sweaty body.

You begin to cry again. Taking off your underwear, and seeing there was blood made you cry 10 times harder.

You put it in your clenched fist and buttoned up your shirt.

You wipe away your tears and through your panties away in his trash bin.

You prepare your self before going downstairs.

You felt disgusting.

You went down the stairs with a fake smile on your face though.

“Ah finally. This is y/n, I'm sure you know her” Ward gestures towards you and big John.

“Yeah, and I know his son. John B” You fake smile, sealing your lips. Sitting down at your destinated spot.

“And here's my only boy. Rafe” Ward chuckles “hey I'm rafe” Rafe shakes Big Johns hand.

Sitting beside you like nothing ever happened.

[bunnygirl678]

it's valentine's day, i'm sick so i didn't go bar hopping like i had planned on doing, this is my first single valentine's day in like 7 years and tbh i was looking forward to drinking like i was 22 again, lmao, so in turn y'all are gonna get a bull tauros riding au, little back story, my father and most of my male relatives were bull riders in their younger years so i grew up around the culture and i'm from Texas (fun fact I have the Texas flag above my bed like i'm a frat boy lmao) Also this is probably more along the lines of gameverse?

-Our tauros riders are red and green

-they're competitive with each other, they've been rivals since their mutton wooloo bustin days, they've both got their fair share of buckles, red is the current world champ

-they have a little secret though, they're mutually in love with each other but neither will admit

-red doesn't speak to most people, won't do interviews, he'll talk to Green though, Green on the other end will take any sponsorship he can get, is constantly doing interviews, loves the attention

-then some new comers pop up on the scene, we've got the mysterious redheaded cowboy with a chip on his shoulder named Silver, and he's itching to take the title from Red

-who is Silver? well turns out he's the son of Giovanni, the previous champion who came out of retirement to go up against red,

-but Giovanni got hurt, bad, like he almost died, Silver blames Red for what happened to his father, but Silver looks nothing like his father and doesn't use his name so no one knows who he is, but he wants revenge

-Silver refuses to make friends with anyone, even though Green keeps reaching out, desperately trying

-then there's Gold, a buckle bunnelby (buckle bunny is a term for "fake" country girls who hang around rodeos trying to date the cowboys) who has a thing for redheads

-Gold takes interest in Silver, who is up and coming winning a bunch, there's more to Gold than meets the eye, Silver ends up letting Gold hang around him a lot and falls for the cutie the more he gets to know the real him

-Green too becomes close with Gold, but not in a romantic way (remember he's hopelessly in love with his rival), problem is Red doesn't know that

-Red gets jealous that Green and Gold hang around together he starts lashing out a bit towards Gold, now Silver already hates Red but watching Red be an ass to Gold pisses him off even more

-they're practicing together, Red is being a super asshole to Gold, and Gold is done. He gets up on a bull before Silver/Green can stop him,

-Guess what, Gold was an up and coming rider before he suddenly quit, after proving himself he jumps off leaving everyone flabbergasted and just keeps walking,

-Silver ends up going after him, because he thought they were friends why would he never tell him, Gold admits crying that his mom passed from an extended illness and he couldn't bring himself to keep going, it had always been their thing, whereas with Silver it was the opposite, he had never been interested until his dad got hurt

-Silver convinces Gold to start riding again, suddenly he's not as interested in revenge but wants to see Gold succeed, late one night after a particularly grueling training Gold leans in and kisses Silver, Silver kisses back, they're together now <3

-Red pushes himself harder, Green announces that he's going to retire at the end of the season, Red is heart broken the best part of riding is competing against Green, and he really won't see Green anymore if he retires, like he knows it's the end of their friendship

-it's finally time for the big finals, red, green, silver, gold are the top contenders, Silver places 4th, he and his father share a nice moment, he's upset he didn't beat Red, but he found love awwww

-green places 3rd, he's happy, says he's looking forward to starting the next chapter of his life (maybe he gets a ranch idk), but there's a sadness in his eyes when he looks at red, regret for things never said or done

-it's down to red vs gold, red hates gold, he thinks green likes him, doesn't know about silver, ect ect

-gold wins 1st, he's the new champion, he points the sky and says 'look mama i did it!' very sweet and emotional, silver runs out kissing his boy, not only did gold do amazing and fulfilled his dream, he beat red effectively getting revenge in silver's eyes

-red is like wait???? gold is with silver???? then he's like oh shit green must be heartbroken, that was why he looked so sad, he goes to find green and tell him how sorry he was, and at first green thinks it's about him placing 3rd and he's kinda pissed about it, like it feels condescending

-but red is like you deserve better than gold anyway, and green is like wait what? you thought i liked gold?? no you big dummy i like you!

-thinking it's his last chance, green kisses red, who immediately kisses back

-leads to 'oh wait i thought this was one-sided'

-red who really cares more about green than his title announces his retirement, he and green settle down on a ranch growing old together

-gold rides a few more seasons then retires as well, he and silver breed tauros and live happily ever after

[chrisbangsbf]

Changbin/Seungmin

Explicit | 650 words

Tags and Warnings: light Dom/sub, semi exhibitionism (sex on call/while gaming), cockwarming

AO3 link

Seungmin punishes Binnie by cockwarming him.

"Hyung," Seungmin's tone is a warning when he speaks, "seriously, stop moving." 

There's a hint of annoyance there behind his voice that doesn't fail to make Changbin's face burn in both embarrassment and arousal. He's trying to not squirm, he really is, but Seungmin's been on his lap for the better part of an hour now, and every time he shifts or gets excited about the game he's playing and ends up clenching around him, Changbin can't help but throb. It just feels so good.

Even though he knows this isn't meant to get him off, that it's supposed to be punishment, his body still craves the sweet friction that it knows is just out of reach. Still makes him twitch pathetically, wanting so badly to give himself over to instinct and buck into the tight heat surrounding him and chase his high – he wants Seungmin to have pity and make him cum. Could almost beg for it. But he knows that wouldn't do him any good. 

"M'sorry," he mumbles instead, burying his face into the crook of the younger's neck and shoulder. He tightens his arms around Seungmin's waist for a brief moment before obediently letting them rest clasped in his lap once again. 

Seungmin only hums in response, shifting slightly before unmuting his mic and going back to whatever he was talking about with his fellow gamers. Changbin wishes he could pay attention to the computer screen, or at least to whatever they were saying, because maybe it would help distract him to some degree, but all he can focus on is the way Seungmin's warm skin feels against his cheek and how he smells when he's up this close – a little sweaty and musky, but comforting and tantalizing at the same time.

After quite some time, he isn't sure exactly how long, Seungmin surprises him with a slow, delicious circle of his hips, creating the sweetest friction on his overly sensitive, desperate cock. It startles a sharp yelp out of him, fingers immediately digging into Seungmin's hips to help ground himself. How cruel... right when he was finally starting to zone out a little. 

"Sorry, Changbin hyung is here," Seungmin chuckles to someone he's on call with, voice calm and neutral like he isn't stretched around him or being an absolute fucking menace. Changbin swallows hard and tries not to whimper or do anything he will regret, like disobey. "No, he's fine. He's just being needy." 

Changbin takes a deep, shaky breath at hearing himself be talked about as if they aren't sharing such an intimate moment, and he finds himself squeezing Seungmin harder, smoothing his palms over the soft skin with the exhale. He grits his teeth.

"He'll wait for me all night if I ask him," Seungmin says, and Changbin swallows down a moan. Because he's right.

He could lift him up, hold him in the air and fuck into him with reckless abandon, let all his friends know what he's been up to this whole time... he could yank his headphones off, throw him over his shoulder and toss him to the bed to take whatever he wanted, that's totally within his abilities... but he stays obediently pinned beneath Seungmin's hips. Because that's what he's been told to do. It's also what he deserves. 

After seeing that Changbin stays still after his teasing, Seungmin reaches back and scratches affectionately behind his ear, as if to tell him you're being such a good boy, but he keeps chatting with his friends and doesn't make any move to turn and look at him. Changbin finds himself smiling anyway, eyelids fluttering closed and leaning into the touch, tender and appreciative. Such a simple gesture, yet it does wonders for renewing his resolve. 

He can take this. He can be good for Seungmin. He will be good for Seungmin. He'll prove himself, even if it takes all night.

[jjsmaybank20]

Could I request this, please; Reader is on the soccer team with Whitney and is her best friend. Leighton has a huge crush on the girl. (R is a sporty badass? Has a couple tattoos and doesn't give a fuck about anything.)

Stumbling

Leighton Murray x fem!reader

Summary: 3 times that Leighton gets overly flustered by you, and the 1 time she finally gets you back for it.

Warnings: Leighton being uncharacteristically

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: So sorry it took so long! I had some serious writers block on this one. Hope you enjoy it!

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Soccer has always given you a rush that no other sport has. You discovered it when you were 10 years old, and you haven’t stopped playing since. That was how you met your best friend, Whitney Chase. You both bonded immediately, and haven’t separated since.

Your parents weren’t always there for you, but surprisingly, Senator Chase took you in as her own.

You were the type of person that she would usually try not to associate with, due to your tattooed, leather jacket-wearing, motorcycle vibe, but she loved you as if you were her daughter. 

You and Whitney were both child soccer prodigies, and by the time you hit senior year in high school, colleges were vying for you to attend. When you were younger, you had made a pact with Whitney, promising that you would always stay friends and always go to school together.

So when two offers came from Essex College, one for each of you, you knew it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. 

Now, having been at Essex for a while, you couldn’t be happier. You found your people, and you stayed close with your best friend. 

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One

“Who. Is. That.”  Leighton sputters out, transfixed on your sweaty, shirtless body. Looking up from her homework, Kimberly glances over at you. “That’s Y/N. She’s like, Whitney’s best friend. She talks about her all the time.”

Leighton whips her head towards her roommate, snapping, “I don’t listen to what you guys say! How could she keep such a hottie from me?” At this point, Whitney had made her way over. “Who kept a hottie from you?”

Leighton glares at her. “You did! Look!” She points over at you. Whitney does a double take, not realizing who Leighton is talking about at first. “Y/N? I haven’t been hiding her! You just never listen when I talk about my other friends!”

Leighton looks at her roommate guiltily, at least until Whitney calls you over. She quickly scrambles to try to hide, but to no avail. You jog over to the three girls sitting on the bleachers, taking note of the cute blonde whose blush is taking up most of her beautiful face.

You sling your sweaty arm around your best friend and say, “Hey, Whit. Are these the famous roommates?” Whitney laughs, pushing your arm off. “Ew, get your sweaty body parts off of me! And yeah, that’s Kimberly and that’s Leighton.”

You jut your chin out towards them when your best friend points. The brunette that she points to gives you a friendly wave, while the blonde avoids eye contact. You smirk, deciding to see if you can get a response from her.

“Hey there, blondie. How’d you like the practice?” Leighton looks up at you shyly, pointing to herself to confirm that you were talking to her. You nod, smiling slightly, and lean on your knee that is propped up on the bleachers.

The blonde glances down and immediately regrets it. She can’t tear her eyes away from your toned legs, your flexing tattoo-covered forearms, your veiny hands. You know she’s staring, and you can’t help but smirk. You move your head so that you can make eye contact with her, waving your hand in front of her face.

“You okay?” She somehow blushes even harder, stuttering out her answer. “Yep, mhm, I’m- I’m okay. All good. Practice was great, really enjoyed it, gotta go.” She quickly grabs all of her stuff and runs off. You chuckle in amusement, happy that you could fluster such a pretty girl so easily. 

Before you run back to gather your things, you turn to your best friend and say, “Your roommate is hot. Bring her to the Theta party in a couple days. I’ll try to bump into her.” Whitney laughs, nodding in acceptance. “You know her brother is Nico Murray, right?” 

You blink at the Chase girl. “No shit! Really? Man, Nico Murray is the man. I love that dude. Alright, I’ll just text him about letting you guys in. Bring the rest of your friends! I want to meet them.” Whitney nods again, and you run over to your stuff and grab your phone. 

You click it off before climbing on your motorcycle and riding towards your dorm. This was going to be a fun party.

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Two

On the night of the party, Leighton and her friends made their way into the basement of her brother’s frat house. She couldn’t help but look around for the soccer player that had been plaguing her thoughts for the past couple of days.

When she finally spotted you, she had to do a double-take. You were chatting it up… with her brother?! It seemed like everybody was keeping you from her. Leighton moved off to one side of the basement so that she could observe you out of the way.

She watched as you downed a red solo cup probably filled with some vile alcohol. A couple drops escape your lips and roll down your chin, hypnotizing the blonde, causing her to miss you catching her staring. She’s so distracted that she only realizes that you’re making your way towards her when it’s too late to run away or hide.

“Hey there, pretty lady. Want a drink?” You slur slightly, holding out a drink for her to grab. She takes it then says, “You didn’t tell me that you were friends with my brother.” You laugh drunkenly, replying, “You ran away when I tried to talk to you. But that's okay. I think you’re hot, so I’m willing to chase. Ha, Chase! Like Whit!” 

You then wander off to go find your best friend, completely forgetting about the conversation you had just been in. The flustered blonde stands in place, frozen. She begins to process what you said, which makes her turn bright red. 

In your drunken stupor, you don't realize how much of an effect you have on Leighton. When her friends find her in the same place she was when she talked to you almost an hour ago, they know that it’s time to take her outside to get some fresh air.

“Are you good?” Bela asks her, not-so-secretly wanting to know what or who made the Murray girl this shocked. “She… She called me hot, said she was willing to chase me, and then got up and left!” Bela tuts in understanding, nodding her head. “You’re talking about Y/N, aren’t you. Yeah, she’s black-out drunk right now. She’s also not wrong, Leight, you are hot!”

‘God, how am I going to face her whenever I see her next?’ Leighton thinks to herself.

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Three

Turns out, she can’t face you. Instead, she runs and hides behind a tree. Honestly, she isn’t very subtle about it, but you find it adorable so you pretend like you didn’t see her sprint away. When you approach your best friend, the first thing she says is, “Did you really have to hit on her at the party? She turns bright red if someone even says a name similar to yours.”

You laugh in astonishment. “I hit on her? Well, actually that makes sense. They do say a drunk man’s words are more honest than a sober man’s.” Whitney slaps your chest, giving you a look that says ‘be serious’. 

“Look, I don’t want you messing with her feelings. I’m your best friend, which means I know you better than anyone. I know how you are with girls, and I can’t have you doing that to Leight. You have to promise me that if you make a move on her, It’s because you're serious, not because you need another conquest.” 

You take your friends' words to heart. She’s right. But you know that you genuinely want to get to know Leighton, and that if things work out, you would be committed to a serious relationship with her. You tell Whitney exactly that, and she nods in acceptance. 

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Leighton can hear your whole conversation from behind the tree. She then realizes that if she wants to actually have a chance with you, she needs to stop running away. She resolves to ask you out as soon as she can get you alone. Which leads to…

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One

“You. Me. Dinner then a movie. Pick me up at… say, 7 on Friday. Don’t be late.” After blurting all that out at you, Leighton walks away, leaving you speechless in the dining hall. Quickly glancing behind her, she sees your shocked expression morph into a love-struck look that has your mouth twisting into a silly little smile.

It seems out of place, seeing that you were always either smirking, frowning, or somewhere in between. Right there and then, she decides to be the one person that can make you smile like that. The one person who can make you drop your cold exterior and let your inner softness shine through. 

She was going to take a hammer to all of the walls you put up, and you were just in for the ride. And you couldn’t wait to see where the ride would take you.

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