#Why did I get mad at a pineapple

[imstupid348]

Got on Reddit and…

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Glass Onion really was just me yelling about how stupid Miles is the entire time and then feeling the satisfaction when the other characters realized it too

[taesansbeloved]

ARE YOU UPSET? (엔하이펜)

synopsis: doing the tiktok trend where you slam the car door shut. warnings 🚨 fluff, petnames, kissing, skinship. not proofread👍🏻

(Hyung line)

a/n HIHI this was this request! thank you so much for the request! hope you enjoy this pooks 💕 maknae line coming soon :> maknae line here

Heeseung (희승)

Heeseung put the car on park as soon as he parked infront of your shared house. You cleared your throat to hide you slowly appearing smile, slightly nervous of what you were about to do. Heeseung always opened and closed the car door for you, just being his usual gentleman self. Before Heeseung could even get out of the car, you got out of the car in a hurry and slammed the car door shut. You yourself had to stay still, comprehending what you just did. You turned a bit and saw Heeseung looking at you, still inside the car. Lowering the passenger seat window, he said, "What's with the attitude, princess?" You stood there speechless but decided to commence with your plan. "What?" You asked, cluelessly. Heeseung raised his eyebrows at you and got out of the car. Circling the car, Heeseung stood infront of you with a smirk on his face. "What's going on?" He asked softly, hands settling on your waist. "Nothing. Why?" You played your part while looking up at him because he was tall af. "Really? Then why slam the door?" He asked again with that stupid smirk. "I slammed the door. Well, sorry." You concluded as Heeseung looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Sure. Well, just yo play it safe, I'm sorry." He said, pulling you closer. Your eyes startled crinkling at the corner as you started laughing, leaving a confused Heeseung. "Baby, this was just a trend I saw on tiktok. You did nothing wrong, love." You explained, placing your small hands on his broad chest. Heeseung rolled his eyes as he hugged you close. "You and your obsession with that stupid app." He whispered, kissing your temple gently.

Jay (정송)

Jay's observing nature already knew something was up when he saw you giggling and hiding your smile with the back of your hand. He decided to let it go, thinking you were just giddy from the date you two had earlier. You both were wearing some fancy, formal clothes as Jay decided to go all out on this date. A fancy restaurant, a walk through the park with fancy clothes, gifts. He was really a dream man. But you decided to test his patience with you. Now, Jay didn't really have patience with others, but with you he seemed to have all the patience in the world. As soon as he parked infront of your shared house, you got out of the car but not without forgetting to slam the door shut, leaving not only him, but also you, speechless. Jay slowly got out of the car before circling it to get to you. He gently put his hands on your bare waist, rubbing it gently as he lowered himself to meet your eyes. "Honey, is something wrong?" He asked nervously, feeling his heart in his throat. You hummed confusely as you looked at him frowning, as if you couldn't understand what he was talking about. "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine." You said, smiling softly which made Jay relax but not fully. "Are you sure?" He asked again, concern evident in his eyes. "Yes, babe. Why are you asking so much?" You questioned, seemingly unaware of the situation. Jay concluded with himself that you 'accidentally' slammed the car door shut, but to make good measure, he cupped you face softly before lightly brushing his soft lips across your forehead. "Okay... you're sure?" He asked again making you burst into laughter. "Baby, this was a prank. Calm down." You said in-between laughter. Jay stared at you with annoyed but fond eyes. "Gosh, you drive me crazy sometimes." He chuckled as he pecked your forehead again, but now knowing that you're not mad at him.

Jake (재윤)

You and Jake had a little petty argument about which fruit is the best. You said strawberries, he said pineapples. This was a really stupid argument, and you both knew that, but some weird tension was hanging over you two during the car ride back home. While Jake was driving silently, you started thinking about that tiktok you saw 2 days ago about a girl slamming her boyfriend's car door shut. You knew it would stress him out, but it would be fun, right? Plus, you were WAY past the argument. Who cares which fruit is the best? When Jake parked in his usual parking spot, you got out of the car and slammed the door shut, a little harder than what you were thinking about. Jake, who was still inside the car, panicked. He hastily took off his seat belt, turned off the car, got out of the car, and stood in front of you all in the same span of 10 seconds. "Baby, are you mad?" He asked with his adorable puppy eyes that almost made you fold and tell him it was a prank. But you've been together for way too long for you to know how to control yourself infront of his puppy eyes. "No, I'm fine." As soon as you pulled the 'fine' card, his panick increased. "Love, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I thought it was just a stupid argument that we had like the ones we have all the time. I'm so so sorry, baby. Strawberries are the best fruits in the world, baby. I was just messing with you." He rambled as your grin, that you were desperately trying to hide, made it's way to your face. You cupped his cheeks to stop him from rambling even more. "Baby, this was a prank. You're good, and I'm good and we're all good." You said as you gently pecked his lips, making him melt into your touch in the process. He wrapped his arms around your waist and chased you lips. "Baby, you scared the shir put of me." He mumbled against your plump lips. You giggled as you deepened the kiss, making his heart burst with love.

Sunghoon (성훈)

You and Sunghoon were coming back from a family gathering at his childhood home. Everyone was there. Like everyone. All his aunts, all his uncles, all his cousins, all his alive grandparents, and obviously immediate family. There wasn't really a special occasion for this, it was just a family gathering. While there, one of his older girl cousins and told you about a prank you should try on him. As an easily convinced person, you agreed almost immediately, excited to see your boyfriend's reaction. Sunghoon didn't really show any grand reactions whenever you would pull a prank on him. You obviously didnt mind, but it seems like his cousin did. Parked infront of your shared apartment, Sunghoon got out of the car before you so you immediately knew that you had to work fast. As Sunghoon was on his way to open the door for you, you beat him to it and git out of the car but not forgetting to slam it shut. Sunghoon paused in his steps, a little shocked and concerned. His slow steps made its way to you hesitantly, as if scared to approach you. When he did, he placed a gentle, yet firm hand on your arm, rubbing it softly. "Are you alright?" He asked, trying his best to sound calm and collected. You nodded wordlessly making the boy worry even more. "Baby, did someone do anything to you over there? I swear if it's uncle Ted again.." Sunghoon clenched his teeth. His uncle Ted didn't really hold a colorful reputation amongst the family and the country. "No. It was nothing." You said, swearing at the soft blush that's making its way to your cheek. Sunghoon started to get confused. Your slowly appearing grin, the blush on your cheek, and the goosebumps all over your skin (that was just because of his feathery touch). Sunghoon rolled his eyes in amusement as he caught up to what's going on. "Is this another of your pranks?" He asked, his small smile betraying his fake annoyance. You broke out into a fit of laughter while nodding. He started laughing too as he hugged you close. "Gosh, what do I do with you?" He whispered in your ear.

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[aughwl]

Spoilers for Glass Onion: A knives out mystery:

Holy shit that was a fun movie. It was really well woven together with so many little details and callbacks, every line seemed like it connected to a greater whole. I really liked:

Constant references to someone being killed over something before we know when the murder happens ("Welcome, gang. A few cocktails before I'm murdered.")

The way it seems like the case can be solved as an elegant puzzle, but actually the way to solve it is to smash it into pieces

Benoit Blanc's Columbo act with pretending to not know why he's invited to the island while actually being very aware of what's going on

Miles is Elon Musk

Birdie just constantly doing problematic things out of her own ignorance ("please tell me you did not think sweatshops are where they make sweatpants.")

Why do they contantly mention Miles' tits

Duke Tate got what he deserved tbh

It's really funny how getting someone elected is equated with getting someone a twitch platform

Miles' speech about disruption mirroring the glass-smashing scene where he desperately protects 'that which no one wants to disrupt (The mona lisa)'

Among us

The 'oh god damnit' moment when Blanc sees a knife missing

Benoit Blanc seems to be more mad about Miles' plagiarism than the actual murder

Chekov's pineapple allergy

Derol genuinly never had anything to do with the murder and just smoked weed in the background the whole movie

If the legal system doesn't have your back, you can always just fuck things up like they get away with fucking up your things

[vinelark]

Thinking about bbs au where Tim talked first.

Tim: so I'm robin

Kon: I'm sorry bu- wait what?

Tim: I'm robin

Tim: what were you going to say?

Kon processing the guy he made out with yesterday is also the teammate he just realised he has a crush on an hour ago and that he was just about to break it off with the guy he made out to ask his crush out so was about to break up with and then immediately ask out the same person: ...nothing.

in the au where tim spoke first, kon’s brain would go static for a very long stretch of seconds and he would vaguely consider that he was being pranked (tim somehow? figured out kon’s feelings for robin before kon did and is pulling some sort of? joke??) and tim would be like [fond sigh] you like pineapple on your pizza and you and bart are currently tied in your competition to see who can sneak attack me in uniform and the shampoo at the Tower always makes your hair extra fluffy which you only pretend to hate and also— [launches himself right at kon to springboard off kon’s shoulder in a patented robin battle-and-also-reaching-tall-cupboards move]

kon: [automatically catching him] okay okay OKAY just hold on i’m—

tim: [settling on kon’s shoulder] sure, yeah, take your time

kon: shut up i’m—you’re—the whole time?

tim: unless you think i’m some sort of shapeshifter—

kon: obviously i know you’re not a—are you. a shapeshifter

tim: if i were a shapeshifter i would’ve shapeshifted myself taller than bart by now

kon: fair enough. okay. so you. so i. so we.

tim: [nodding] getting there

kon: so that’s why you were so weird around nightwing

tim: okay, he deserved it

kon: oh my god, i yelled at superman about you. in front of batman and nightwing.

tim: ah. about that…

kon: and that’s how you’re friends with red hood—

tim: mm, i don’t know if i’d go that far

kon: and why superman was so stressed out when you were kidnapped—holy shit. and—

tim: listen i promise you can ask all the questions you want and i’ll be so very thorough and honest about it but if you’re not mad at me—

kon: i’m not mad, i’m processing

tim: okay great. do you want to maybe make out more while you process

kon:

tim:

kon: yeah that sounds good

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hiii! It's me :D

Anyways can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader?

Reader is a clone of whitebeard having his haki and devil fruit ability (like the seraphims) basically reader is a little insane from being stuck in a lab

The reason why whitebeard has a clone because reader is a weapon for the Marines

Reader is a bit rude and a brat because she's scared of adults

Let's say back in marineford they tried forcing reader to fight back at whitebeard but whitebeard just scoop her up and took her back to the Moby dick (thatch, ace and whitebeard lives)

Reader has a brand on the back of her neck 'W. B CLONE' (whitebeard clone)

Reader also wear a pair of season earrings because she hated using her devil fruit abilities

So basically the whitebeard pirates are doing everything to get reader better because she suffered mental, emotional, and physical pain

(Can you also base reader of this? Reader is kinda base of my oc hehe)

Oh and reader has a sentient plush that listen to her commands and is mute

Don't forget to eat sleep and drink! Have a good day!

-Nobody knew why a child was on the battlefield at Marineford, one that looked like a little doll, holding a stuffed rabbit toy, dressed in a delicate looking dress with bows and lace.

-You were on the side of the marines, but you looked almost angry, like you were upset as the scientist beside you, your handler, shouted at you, “Attack them!!”

-The pirates were appalled, seeing a child soldier, one so young looking, being commanded.

-The scientist lifted his hand to strike you, to get you moving and the moment you flinched, Whitebeard’s giant fist slammed into his face, sending him flying.

-You could feel the pressure he was exerting, Haki from what you remembered as you were facing away from Whitebeard, seeing where the scientist landed, and Whitebeard saw the brand on the back of your neck.

-He had been hearing rumors that the government had been cloning strong pirates and marines, to create an unstoppable army. And this brand was something he had seen in the reports he had been receiving, realizing that you were a clone.

-You turned back, and you squeaked as he instantly scooped you up before leaping back to his ship, putting you safely on the figurehead, “Stay here. You’ll be safe.”

-You didn’t believe him, all your life, despite being so short, you had grown not to trust adults, they were the ones who beat you, who locked you up, starving you, forcing you to hurt others, and with it, your mind broke, becoming a bit unhinged.

-You did stay however, as you saw the scientists and marines who had been so mean to you, trying to get to the ship, telling you to come back to them.

-This was your chance to escape and finally be free!

-When Ace was freed and all pirates were retreating, you grabbed your rabbit, feeling a little scared as all the pirates made it back, including the giant man who grabbed you earlier.

-As you started to sail away, many were looking over at you, before you heard a sound, “Let’s go back Y/N~”

-You turned, seeing Kizaru there and your eyes went wide as you took a step back in slight fear, not wanting to go back to the lab, while the men behind you were ready to charge in.

-Kizaru ran for you, and you clenched your eyes shut, throwing a hand towards him in a slapping motion and instantly he hit a wall, being blown back, just like Whitebeard’s ability, making jaws drop as you sent Kizaru flying.

-Everyone turned to you, eyes wide in shock as you sniffled softly, tears trying to well in your eyes. You hated using your ability, if felt weird and it made you tired.

-Marco came over and you instantly bristled, “Stay back pineapple head!”

-Your sassy words stunned everyone as quickly everyone was roaring with laughter while Marco was trying not to be mad at you as he kneeled, “What is your name?”

-You immediately bit back, “What’s it to you?” okay… you were kind of a brat, but Whitebeard spoke next, “You don’t need to act like this any longer, you’re safe here.”

-You didn’t bite back to Whitebeard, who was looking down at you like you were a shy little rabbit, now knowing that you were his clone, as you had his abilities, and his white hair. You knew this as well, as you had seen him fighting, using the same ability you had.

-Whitebeard turned to all the others on the ship, “Everyone- this is my daughter and your new sister, Y/N!” the ship was quickly filled with cheers, and you felt weird, why were they so happy you were with them as you glared, “Who says I’m your daughter?”

-He ruffled your hair gently, surprising you as you were expecting to be hit, your eyes going wide, which some of them saw, making them curious, and angry, about what you had dealt with.

-Whitebeard just chuckled softly, seeing the front you were putting up, “I do- so let’s go on an adventure together!” You knew about adventures, reading about them in your picture books as tears quickly welled in your eyes.

-Ace came over with a teasing grin, “Aww is our little sister crying?” you instantly glared, holding your bunny up like you were going to beat him with it, “I’m not crying!” They just laughed, thinking you were cute.

-You still didn’t trust them yet, but so far, they were being nice to you and not hurting you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay with them for a while.

[yuan4i]

01. what did i walk in on?

“hey, pretty boy…i’d like 2 more shots of pink whitey and then i’ll close my tab.” you mumbled to the bartender. your eyes were teary and wet, eyes glistening under the light at the bar table. “you sure? you look pretty drunk, miss…” the bartender asked you with a worried expression. “what do you mean! i’m the soberest person here at this very moment!" you exclaimed. “alright alright, whatever you say… your total comes to 300 primos. shall i put that on your card?” “... yeah sure, whatever. see you next time, pretty boy.” 

you stumbled out of the bar, walking to the dormitory of your school thinking about the money you’ve spent on drinks. 300 primos? all you drank was a glass of raspberry vodka, pineapple tequila and 3 shots of pink whitey… you didn’t want to return to your dorm, you didn’t want your roommate, lumine, to be concerned and ask why you were drinking so much again. you didn’t want to tell her about your argument with your boyfriend nor did you want her to worry so much about you. instead, you made your way to your friend, lynette’s dorm room. 

soon enough, you arrived at the dorm building and went up the stairs to lynette’s room. you knocked on her door, hoping she’d be awake this late during a school night. “please please please open the door-” “uh, hi? i’m sorry but, do i know you?” a person with short ash blonde hair that looks similar to your friend, lynette, opens the door. tears welled in your eyes again as you looked away from the man. “oh… hi, sorry to disturb you but is lynette here?” you asked him, trying your best not to cry in front of a guy you just met. “i’m sorry but no… she went out for a quick errand.” he replied, sympathetically. “ah… okay. could you please tell her to call me once she comes back? sorry again for bothering you at such a late time at night.” 

you turn around with tears starting to dribble down your eyes until- “wait! don’t go yet. here, come in. you can stay here and wait for her if you’d like.” stay and wait for her? you were willing to do that but you didn’t want to bother a stranger you just met, especially on a school night. “i’m lyney… lynette’s older brother. please, come in.” your ears perked up. lynette has an elder brother? you’ve known her for at least 3 years and she has never mentioned a single word about her brother… or her family. “thank you…” 

now you’re crying on their couch, with lyney sitting beside you. “if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” he asked you, trying his best to comfort you. you looked over to him, frowning. “oh! uh, i mean- if you don’t want to tell me then you obviously don’t need to! it’s just that i can’t have someone with a pretty face like yours crying!” he nervously rambled out. your face flushed at his words, “really…?” “yes, of course!” after that, you gave in. 

“my boyfriend and i had an argument…i expressed to him how i didn’t like how he acts towards me and other people when he’s upset.” you began.  “i told him that i didn’t like how he takes his anger out on others, including me… then he proceeded to call me annoying and needy! i was so upset to the point where i immediately retorted and called him so not so nice stuff. it ended with him walking out my dorm… i never intended on having a huge argument with him!” now you were crying even more than before, trying your hardest to wipe away all your tears. 

“oh my dear… you’re quite in a pickle! i’m sorry you're going through that. but may i ask if he still brings you joy? do you feel like you have to walk on eggshells around him just to not make him mad or upset? partners should be able to communicate with each other. he shouldn’t be getting pissed at you communicating with him how you feel. he should listen and talk it out with you to find a solution. if he isn’t willing to listen without getting angry how are you gonna discuss anything else?” lyney said, opening a new box of tissues. 

“sometimes people have their own things to sort out before they are ready to date and it sounds like he isn’t ready to be dedicated to someone else if he lets his anger out on you or gets mad when you try and tell him what he does wrong.” he pulls out a tissue from the box and wiped your eyes. “i’ll brew you some tea, though i doubt it’ll be as good as what lynette would make! feel free to rest on the couch, i'll be with you shortly.” 

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lyney x reader SYNOPSIS you’re at a bar, drinking your heart out after another having a feud with your boyfriend of 2 years. you later stop at your friend’s house to stay the night but… the one who opens the door isn’t her but instead, her brother…?

notes : dudeee i'm soso sorry that the first chapter was written so long :c i know this is a smau but i just HAD to write this chapter for it to make sense... lmk if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes!

[sassycheesecake]

Warnings: suggestive content, mentions of sex

Having Oikawa as a temporary roommate doesn’t sound too bad at first.

Unless you’re dating his best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi.

Both you and Iwaizumi have been high school sweethearts, now dating officially for almost 8 years.

While your boyfriend, actually fiancé now, is working as an athletic trainer for the national Japanese volleyball team, you work as a pharmacist in the local hospital.

When Iwaizumi came home after a work-out one night, he had an annoyed expression on his face when he entered your apartment.

Pausing your actions on making dinner, you know that face already.

"What?"

Iwaizumi sighs, drops his gym bag and walks over to you with an exhausted expression.

"Those shitheads are really getting on my last nerves. Thought I lost them all already back in high school with Oikawa." The brunette hugs you from behind and can feel himself relax when he smells the familiar smell of your pineapple and coconut shampoo.

Which reminds you.

Oikawa texted you yesterday, asking if he can stay at your place for a week while he is training with his Argentinian team at the Ajinomoto National Training Center.

And the Setter knows the former Outside Hitter all too well, knowing 100% already that Iwaizumi would just leave him on read when he reads Oikawa’s message about staying at your guys’ place.

Which is why Oikawa asked you instead, knowing you’re Iwaizumi‘s kryptonite.

And Iwaizumi can never say no to you.

"Say love, don’t be mad at me."

The bliss on Iwaizumi’s face disappears and he turns you around to look at you with a frown on his face.

"What did you do?"

"Uhm… you know how much I love you? Your muscles certainly got a LOT bigger-" Tracing his firm pegs with your finger, you start to get distracted.

"Don’t try and sweet talk your way out of this. Just tell me." He gives you that look.

"Oikawa is coming to visit Japan and he needs a place to stay."

"And?"

You look at him with pleading eyes and he realizes immediately.

With big eyes, he steps away from you and the realization turns into deep annoyance.

Iwaizumi turns around to walk to your shared bathroom, he can’t deal with this right now.

"So does that mean you’re okay with it?" You call after him.

The only reply you hear, is a frustrating scream coming from the shower after a while.

"Eh, he’ll be fine." You mutter as you turn around to finish dinner.

The next day, Oikawa arrives bright and early at your front door, thankfully you’re both already awake, due to Iwaizumi’s early morning jog routine and you having the opening shift of the pharmacy.

A storm of the ringing doorbell makes the athletic trainer walk towards the door, and when Iwaizumi opens it, Oikawa jumps to hug Iwaizumi.

Not seeing in coming, Iwaizumi falls to the ground with a loud grunt, impacted by Oikawa’s weight.

"Get off of me you stupid idiot!" He pushes Oikawa off and can feel himself breathe again.

"But Iwa-chaaaaaaaan! I missed you dearly! Is this the way to greet your best friend who you haven’t seen in 4 years??" Oikawa pouts and when this chocolate brown eyes find yours, he yells your name out excitedly and runs towards you with alarming speed.

"My beautiful future best-friend-in-law looks gorgeous as always!" The giant Setter hugs you tight.

Giggling at his enthusiastic hug, you return it.

"It’s nice to have you here Tōru." You smile at him, parting from Oikawa.

"Come on, Shittykawa, let’s go on a seven mile run, like I do every morning."

The Setter pales like a ghost at that.

"But- I just got here and you’re already making me run? You can treat those mediocre third class athletes at the gym like that but not me, your best friend who just traveled half the globe to see you!" Oikawa tries to make an excuse but it doesn’t sit well with Iwaizumi.

"I am dead serious. Get your Argentinian ass outside, now."

Huffing in defeat, the brunette joins his best friend.

Now, originally Oikawa only meant to stay for a week, but one week turned into two and now the stay is reaching the third week.

In the beginning, it was only a stay because of training but now the practice time is over and before the real game starts, the coaches gave them two weeks off additionally.

You have the patience of a saint, really, while Iwaizumi feels each day his patience getting thinner and thinner. You can’t blame your partner, since he sees him at work AND at home.

The worst part for Iwaizumi is, he can’t have sex with you, because whenever he tries to seduce you or vice versa, the Setter seems to have a hidden talent on knowing when the two of you want some alone time.

On the couch, in the kitchen, the bathroom, you can’t even have alone time in your own bedroom because Oikawa is bursting in your bedroom every night, complaining and gossiping about every. single. player. while laying in the middle between you and Iwaizumi.

But now, even your patience begins to run out, your sexual frustration beginning to eat you alive.

So on a Tuesday night, you and Iwaizumi want to go out on a date, hopefully stopping by a hotel afterwards to relieve some of that tension. Or all of it.

And Oikawa wants to tag along, not wanting to be left alone in the apartment by himself, while the athletic trainer is trying to hint at his best friend that he wants to have sex with you.

"Why can’t I come with you?" The Setter whines.

"Because (Y/N) and I are going out tonight, we want some privacy to ourselves, because you couldn’t give us any for the last damn three weeks."

Oikawa nods.

"Just the two of us."

He nods again.

"Alone." Iwaizumi feels like speaking to a four year old.

"Alright, no problem, I’ll try to hit up Matsun or Maki." Oikawa whistles while making himself comfortable on the couch again, texting his former teammates.

Iwaizumi feels his anger rising abruptly, about to snap his neck and before you have to clean up a crime scene, you push your lover out of the apartment before an accidental murder happens.

In the end, you and Iwaizumi don’t even make it to dinner because you teased him during the ride, caressing his thigh up and down.

You don’t come back to the apartment for another two days, missing thousands of messages from Oikawa, enjoying each others bodies like you did the first time you got intimate.

[sethsclearwater]

request: can I request an imagine with paul? perhaps he gets mad over something and is about to phase, but his imprint calms him down in time? ty :)

warnings: nothing really, some smutty-ish themes towards the end

word count: 2.0 k

…

you and paul had been dating for almost 4 years now, before he shifted you had some sort of friends-with-benefits thing going on that quickly turned into a relationship when he imprinted on you. you were accustomed to his short temper at this point. he rarely got angry with you and when he did, it was only because you had put yourself in some kind of danger. other people though, he got angry with quicker than the average person. 

you were out at a house party in forks with paul and some friends of yours, it was meant to be a small get-together but had morphed into a full-on house party by the time you and your friends had gotten there. you were wearing a pair of jean shorts and a black bodysuit that hugged your body in all the right ways. paul nearly had a heart attack when he caught you leaving but knew better than to try and tell you what to do so he had just huffed and helped you into the car.

you could hear the music blasting from inside the house as you stepped in, paul’s hand resting on your lower back protectively. he quickly slid his hands to rest on either side of your hips, guiding you into the kitchen with the rest of your friends. 

one of your friends, cassie, had handed you a drink and you smiled, gladly taking it from her. paul politely declined the drink cassie was handing him, letting her know that he was driving you home tonight and couldn’t drink. one of the many perks of having a werewolf boyfriend meant you always had a DD because of his inability to get drunk due to his abnormally high body temperature. 

paul sat down on one of the barstools, pulling you to sit on his lap while he talked with one of your old friends from high school. you hummed, leaning into his chest as you sipped at the drink. the vodka mostly masked by the pineapple juice cassie had put in it. 

“y/n,” cassie called softly, getting your attention, “can you come to the bathroom with me? i feel like i’m gonna explode.” she laughed and you nodded, looking up to paul who nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple before releasing his grip around your waist so you could get up. 

cassie took your hand, pulling you through the crowd of people to the bathroom. you both let out laughs when you finally reached the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind yourselves so cassie could pee in peace. 

“why aren’t any of the other boys with you guys tonight?” cassie asked as she sat down on the toilet, referencing the other boys in the pack who she’d met on a few different occasions.

you smiled, “i think they just had work or something. i don’t really know.” you explained, not sure how to explain the concept of patrol to her without blowing paul’s secret. 

“you’ve seriously gotta get paul to set me up with embry. i can’t stop thinking about that guy!” she exclaimed dramatically, both of you laughing at her confession. 

you rolled your eyes, “i’ll try, that guy is hard to get out. he’s an introvert cassie - not like you.” you laughed again, leaning off the sink as cassie got up to wash her hands. you could faintly make out the sound of yelling outside the door but decided to ignore it, chalking it up to some dumb drunk guys getting into a fight. 

she giggled, “i think i could bring it out of him. he’s definitely got a wild side.” she explained as she washed her hands. the yelling started to grow louder which caught both of your attention, “oh my god is that paul and tim?” cassie asked incredulously, pulling back the short curtains on the bathroom window to look out only to see paul screaming at your ex, tim.

before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you had the window open and were throwing yourself out it, screaming paul’s name. you hit the ground pretty hard, the adrenaline taking away any of the pain you otherwise would’ve felt as you sprinted over to your boyfriend and ex. 

“paul!” you yelled again as you got closer, quickly getting to him and getting in front of him so you were in between him and your ex.

paul ignored you, stepping around you as he continued to yell at your ex, “say it again.” he growled, towering over tim as he got up in his face.

tim smirked, looking up at paul, “i said,” he started, laughing a bit to himself before continuing, “y/n liked it better when i was fucking her.” 

before you could react, paul had both his hands against his chest, shoving him so hard he went flying back, hitting the ground and landing with a loud groan. before he could go over and do more damage, you got back in front of him, pressing your hands to his ribs as you felt him shaking under your touch, “paul look at me,” you pleaded, knowing if you didn’t get him calmed down soon he’d be phasing in front of half of forks. 

he ignored you, moving to step around you but you stopped him, cupping his face with your hands and pulling him down to look at you, “paul stop.” you whimpered, eyes filling with tears as you tried to figure out how to navigate the situation without help from anyone else who knew paul’s secret.

your whimper caught his attention and he seemed to snap out of it, looking down at you and scanning your face for any signs of injury, “i can’t help you if you shift right now.” you whispered, frowning more when you felt the wet tears begin falling down your cheeks, “please.” you pleaded, bottom lip quivering as you prayed he’d calm himself down quickly.

he let out an exhale, shoulders slumping as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly as he took some deep breaths. within a few moments, the shaking subsided and paul pressed his lips to the crown of your head, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ against your hair.

you nodded, taking a deep breath yourself and looking up at him as he loosened his grip on your hips, “can you go get the keys? i wanna go home.” you whispered, paul’s thumbs brushing the stray tears off your cheeks as he nodded, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead before releasing you and heading back into the house to grab the keys.

lucky for you, he had managed to not draw too big of a crowd and the only people outside were cassie, your ex, you, and a few other people who had come out to make sure you were okay. no one was a big fan of your ex so you were relieved to see no one was concerned about him as he got up from the ground with  a loud groan.

you looked over at him, shaking your head slowly as he smiled again, stepping closer to you but cassie stepped in, placing her arm in front of you protectively, “you know,” tim started, brushing his hands off on his jeans, “i think i was right. you did like it better when i was fucking you.” 

you weren’t one for a short temper but you saw red and before you could think about a response you found yourself yelling, “shut the fuck up tim! for fuck’s sake do you ever shut your mouth?” your fist colliding with his face before you had even processed what you were doing. paul’s familiar hands came around your hips, quickly grabbing you and turning you so he could throw you over his shoulder as you continued to yell insults at your ex.

cassie also was yelling a slew of insults at him, following you and paul back to paul’s car. once tim was out of sight, you let out an exhale you didn’t know you’d been holding in, allowing paul to carry you back to the car. 

“good for you, finally putting that fucker in his place!” cassie cheered once you reached the car, both you and paul letting out shaky laughs as paul let you down and put you in the back seat with cassie. 

you took another deep breath before everything washed over you, “i can’t believe i punched him.” you laughed, looking over at cassie who was grinning.

“finally! everyone was rooting for you too! that guys sucks!” she exclaimed, both of you laughing again as paul drove you back to his apartment. 

“and the way you jumped out that window too! you jumped down at least 10 feet! i have no idea how you didn’t break anything doing that! you’re like supernatural or something!” she continued on, and you caught paul looking at you through the rearview mirror, both of you letting out knowing laughs. 

paul pulled into the parking lot, putting the car in park before turning to look at you both, “i think embry is over, cassie i don’t know if you mind.” paul started, cassie quickly cutting him off with a loud squeal as she jumped out of the car and ran into the apartment complex. 

you rolled your eyes, looking over at paul for a moment, both of you trying to figure out what to say to eachother. finding nothing, you unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed into the driver’s seat so you could sit on paul’s lap.

he sighed softly, pulling you into his chest and holding you there while he took a deep breath, “i’m sorry,” he murmured again, “i don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there-” paul started and you shook your head, shushing him as you looked up at him.

“we both lost it.” you murmured, cupping his face with your hand and sighing, “what did he say to you?” you asked softly, “aside from the fact that i apparently like being fucked by him more than you.” you added, exhaling a soft laugh.

paul shook his head, “i don’t really remember if i’m being honest with you.” he sighed, reaching up to reciprocate your touch and cupped your jaw with his hand, running his thumb along your lower lip as the two of you processed how horribly that night out just went.

you couldn’t think of anything else to say so you tugged him forward, pressing your lips to his for a soft kiss. paul quickly wove his fingers through your hair, tightening them as he pulled his lips away from yours and gently peppered your neck with kisses, only stopping when he reached your collarbone and began sucking at the soft spot there, eliciting a low whine from you as you closed your eyes and relaxed into his lap. 

“paul-” you whimpered, gasping when you heard a knock on the window, eyes flying open only to see embry and cassie standing outside the car, both laughing. 

both you and paul groaned, paul pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning the car off and opening the passenger door, helping you out before stepping out himself. 

“so i hear you finally punched your ex?” embry mused, cassie standing next to him beaming. you rolled your eyes, paul’s hands sliding around your waist as he rested his chin on your head,

“she finally did.” paul reiterated, all of you laughing at how dumb the whole situation was. 

“nice,” embry smiled, “so are we ordering pizza or what? i say we have our own party tonight instead.” he suggested and you glanced over at cassie who was nodding, grinning from ear to ear. 

you and her both giggled, “that sounds like a good idea to me.” you mused, paul humming in agreement as you all started to head back into the apartment. 

“i told you i could bring the beast out of him!” cassie whisper-yelled to you and you laughed softly, nodding. you could even faintly make out embry’s smile from ahead of you as you headed in. 

if anyone could make you feel better, it was her. and paul. and embry.

[enhafilthandfiction]

Enhypen - when you're on your period

A/N: Helloooo! This wasn't a request but I feel like writing this reaction since I'm currently on my period >:( Ughhh pls send help

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Blood (obvi), food, crack, mentions of sex in jake's

Word count : 1,361 words (about 150 words each)

Masterlist - Tips

♡ Lee Heeseung ♡

His heart would break seeing you like this

he would immediately notice you got your period, but wouldn't say anything to save you some 'embarrassment'.

He'd act nonchalant and chill, wanting to just chill whilst you were both at home and procrastinating.

"What ya wanna do?" he asks, once you come out of the bathroom for the millionth time. (It felt like that for him)

He'd let you pick whatever you wanna do and gives in, even if you wanted to test your makeup on him or paint his nails 😭

He ain't saying no

You end up watching a movie when the cramps became a little too much, laying on the couch with him behind you, hands wrapped around your waist, but ready to let go of you whenever you need to use the bathroom (again)

Hearing you whimper in pain would pain him as well, gently bringing his hand over to your tummy to rub in circles.

It doesn't really do anything tbh, maybe distract you, but you appreciate him trying 🥺

Later, he'd definitely make you some ramen, insisting that it was the only food that would cure your cramps and upset mood.

Will definitely sing you to sleep, that's why his head voice is so good.

♡ Park Jay ♡

Everyone says this but : MOM MODE ONNNN 🤗😌

Literally won't stop making sure you're good

and he's prob the most chill about it, like its not a big deal at all

he's just very mature

"You sure you have everything?"

"Don't be shy y/n, it's okay"

"I don't mind buying them for you"

And he does, bc cool boyfriends arent embarrassed to buy tampons 😎

Oh wait

"Pads or tampons?" "Ah ok" "What size exactly??" "Got it"

Hurries up bc he doesn't wanna leave you alone for too long.

Asks you what you wanna eat and will literally cook you anything

pasta with ice cream sauce? Ok

Pineapple on pizza? Ok

cook you his pet fish? Also ok

Makes you tea before bed, because he insists its good to prevent cramps

Might cuddle up in bed and lets you rest your head on his chest as he reads you a book of your choice.

Jay reading to you in that American accent 😩

♡ Sim Jake ♡

Boi does his research

he knows it has to do with periods and hormones when you start acting up

Is lowkey scared so he relies on google to provide him with answers.

"Ughhh, Jake, my cramps are getting worse" you whine, still laying in bed, scrunching up your face

He smiles brightly as he remembers of his searches

"I've heard that having sex could reduce period cramps" he announces proudly, looking at you like 😏

"You're seriously tryna get your dick wet rn??" you get mad and start throwing pillows at him.

"N-Nah but for real!!" He protests, ducking your hits "Seriously, I've read it online" he says in his defence, trying to catch his breath from that near pillow fight

"Damn, since when did you get so good at pillow fighting?" he tries to compliment but it only makes you wanna punch his bicep playfully.

You whine out in pain again, gripping onto his sitting figure at the edge of the bed. "What I am supposed to do?" he questions, haven already given you one alternative.

"Oh, how about we listen to my boy Justin?" he asks, already whipping out his phone

"Noooo, Enhypen is so much better dude" you reply, glaring at him

he agrees and puts on 'pass the mic'

He pushed your shoulders playfully "You got -pushed -pushed" he sings along

"JAKEEE"

Anyway, ends up buying you mc donalds and ice cream to make it up to you

he rly tries but he's a little clueless tbh.

♡ Park Sunghoon ♡

Bro lowkey ghosts you and avoids you

he knows that you're in a bad mood, and he doesn't wanna make it worse with uncontrollable teasing 😭

when you notice his distant behaviour, it only makes you even more upset

"HOON" you yell at him from the other room

he knows he fcked up and feel like he's boutta get his ass whooped.

He makes it hesitantly to your room, regretting it immediately when he sees your pout.

"H-hi y/n, he stutters, thinking of whatever he's gonna say, not wanting to upset your hormones.

"Hoon, why are you avoiding me?" the first tear rolls down your cheek "I'm literally bleeding and you're leaving me alone!" you burst out crying.

He stand there, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what to do

"C-can I hug you?" he asks, moving closer to you. He wraps his arms around you when you nod, pulling you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry y/n, I thought you wanted to be left alone" he reasons, making sure you know he's sorry

"Its fine" you so sob into his shirt "Now can we watch your ice skating videos and cuddle?" you smile up at him suddenly, flattering your previously wet eyelashes to convince him.

He sighs, knowing you'll just burst out crying again if he doesn't agree

You reach for the remote, pulling on one of his ice skating videos.

He's already on your bed, hands behind his head, almost drifting off

"You look like a grandpa" you laugh, climbing onto your bed and getting closer to him, when the video starts playing.

"He wants to 'compliment' you back, but he fears he'll upset your hormones so he just doesn't say anything for your sake.

♡ Kim Sunoo ♡

A literal sweetheart

Almost like your bestie tbh

He cares about you so much and clearly shows it when your in these situations.

He doesn't hesitate to literally do everything for you

Take off your make up and does your skin care routine for you

Might even wash you if you're too tired to shower lmao

He pouts at you whenever you get cramps, wishing to take them away from you, just to see you smile again.

"My poor baby" he would say, hugging you close to him, gently, not to hurt you or anything.

He'd also be the best at tittie rubs

Like if your breasts were sore, he wouldn't mind massaging them, his soft hands easing some of the pressure on your chest.

You might even fall asleep like that, his hands on your chest under your top, acting like your bra as he sleeps behind you.

♡ Yang Jungwon ♡

Very mature #2

Cares a lot about you and worries

Studies and researches about it so you won't have bad periods :(

Worries when you wear tampons

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Is it safe though?"

"Y/n, I don't think you should sleep t-tampons because you know, it m-might get stuck in there or something"

He just wants to make sure you're okay

"Ok gynaecologist 😀"

He doesn't really mind if you bleed on his sheets, as long as you aren't wearing tampons to bed

"It's fine sweetie, I'll clean it up"

Doesn't get mad or anything, changes the sheets and makes you change

Definitely cuddles you to sleep and holds your hand if the cramps get too much

♡ Nishimura Riki ♡

Teases the hell out of you

But also tries to help if you get cramps

If he sees you on the couch, he'll crawl in behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

He squeezes your waist

"My little ketchup bottle" he coos

"Nikiii" you try to squirm away embarrassed by his comment.

Definitely rubs your tummy if the cramps get too much

Slightly awkward at first and he feels a little shy doing it

"This okay?" he asks, rubbing circles in your tummy

You don't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't help but at least its a good distraction.

When he leaves for practise, he'll definitely leave you a plushy, big enough that you can hug it close

"Maybe this plushy will help :]" gives you his favourite plushy :(

He'll overall check up on you a lot, and really tried his best to help you out

I need a sweet boy like niki 😭

Hello! Thankyou for reading! Hope y'all are okay and remember that periods only last about a week! You got it!! For anyone who get cramps, I hope they're not as bad or get better :)

Lyyyy <333

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[forever-fixating]

RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Female Character(s)

For @rwrbsource and @rwrbmovie's RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Female Character(s)

Female Character(s)- Bea, June, and Nora

Author's Note: I love the girls so much. I love how unique each one is and how they provide lovely support for the guys. (Bea's speech to Alex after the outing is really beautiful and one of my favorite moments from the book.) This is just a silly bit of fluff that turned into a wedding quartet! Enjoy!

"Why does it feel like this state is punishing its residents for living here?"

June snorted a laugh at the vaguely annoyed expression on Bea's face. It wasn't her first time in Texas and wouldn't be her last since Alex and Henry moved from New York. The big day was a week away, and the three women were "enjoying" a quiet moment at the Diaz lakehouse before everything descended into wedding madness.

"One of life's unanswerable questions," Nora mumbled, her head in June's lap. "Like who shot Kennedy or why some people like pineapple on pizza."

Bea then looked perplexed. "I thought that Oswald bloke shot him?"

Nora pushed her sunglasses onto her forehead. "That's what they want you to believe."

"Behave," June sighed, smacking Nora's forehead lightly. "Keep acting like that, and she is gonna convince H to pack it up and head back to England."

"I'd have better luck convincing Pip to wear a dress to the ceremony," Bea said. "Did you see Eloise's flower girl dress? Maz sent me a video of her practicing her petal scattering technique. The gardener at their residence is beside himself because she won't stop ripping petals off flowers."

June and Nora moved closer and cooed over the video of the tiny five-year-old in a dress with a white bodice and a tutu skirt, each layer of different shades of pink. She held a basket full of white rose petals and took patient steps down a path in the garden, pausing with each step to let a fistful of petals fall delicately to the ground.

"Stop, that's so adorable!" June squealed.

Nora snapped her fingers in approval. "Little Miss El said, 'Uncle Al and Uncle H may be the ones getting married, but this is my moment to shine!'"

Bea locked her phone with a smirk. "I've taught her well. Can we head inside? I may perish if I stay in this heat for a moment later."

June loved hanging out with Bea. After the dust settled, the three women enjoyed getting together for girls-only weekends without the boys for mani-pedis, spa days, and marathons of whatever reality show social media deemed the most unhinged. It was frivolous and fun. Growing up, June always wanted a little sister. That didn't mean she hated having Alex as a little brother, but sharing a bathroom with a boy was gross. Walking in and finding a sweaty jock strap hanging off the shower rod. Showering after him and having no hot water because he took forever to "get extra clean" like she didn't know about masturbation. Going off to college at UT was a bunch needed break from the testosterone tornado that was Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Inside the lakehouse, Bea opened a bottle of sparkling water and poured each a glass, saying, "If you're up for it, I bought some obscenely expensive face masks for us to try. The new season of Too Hot to Handle looks fully bizarre. I think if I auditioned for it, that might finally be the thing that takes my Gran out."

When the boys returned from Austin with dinner, they found them in pajamas, each with a mask on, trying not to laugh too much as a dentist hygienist Marcie made out with Maxx, a naked personal trainer, in a hot tub to make Jake, a bodybuilder, jealous.

"Why do you three always do this without us?" Alex whined as they headed to the kitchen.

"Girl time, little bit," June called out. "Now be a good feminist and bring us dinner! Jake is about to walk in on Marcie and Maxx, and I will not pause."

Alex started to argue, but Henry said, "Best not to argue, love. Everything will be all about us soon enough."

"Listen to your man, Alejandro!" Nora said. "If you're really nice, I'm sure your future sister-in-law will provide your very own face mask so you'll look extra pretty on your wedding day."

June glanced at Bea, who shrugged and said, "Maybe. But only if Alexander remembered the extra queso this time!"

A/N- Like I said, silly silly fluff! I can't believe this month is almost over!

Check out this post and join the fun in celebrating the one-year anniversary of our little romcom that could being released!

[devildom-moss]

Could I request for Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub accidentally make GN!MC cried because he was having a bad day? He felt worse & cried from the guilt because they're just trying to comfort him!

Okay, this one took a while (both to write and respond to), but I hope you enjoy it. I took a slightly different approach for how each one might make MC cry.

Accidentally making gn!MC cry when they try to comfort him (Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Beelzebub)

(Mammon x gn!MC) (Leviathan x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Asmodeus x gn!MC) (Beelzebub x gn!MC)

(SFW, slightly suggestive for Asmo and Beel)

(warning: angst, mentions of mild self-harming actions for Levi and Satan - nothing too graphic or severe)

Word Count: +3900

Mammon

Mammon was on a losing streak – and it wasn’t just at the casino. Another witch came calling for him again, and that took up a good portion of his weekend – during which you spent an entire day watching movies at Purgatory Hall. And who knows what else you got up to over there with that shady sorcerer. He failed his last Devildom Law exam as well as a practical quiz in Curses and Hexes that literally blew up in his face, got strung up by Lucifer because of it, was late to his last class by the time he finally got himself down, and then received detention for it. And then, because he got detention, he had to cancel his plans with you after school. Even worse, immediately after he canceled, Asmo came up to ask you to go shopping with him, and you said yes. Sure, he had to cancel, and it wasn’t fair to control your day, but he was still kind of mad about it. He was annoyed by all of it.

He had been looking forward to your date all week. It was the one thing that was getting him through the terrible past few days. Still, as he sat there in detention with some random demon heckling him about being a broke loser from the other side of the classroom door, Mammon tried to get through it with the hope of seeing your face when he stepped into the entryway. Maybe you would hold him until all that stress and anger disappeared.

That didn’t happen. In fact, you arrived well over an hour after Mammon returned from detention. He had an hour to stew in his negativity – to grow cold and irritable. When you finally returned and went directly to his room, his words were laced in bitter annoyance.

“Why are you so late?” He was clearly in a bad mood; his arms were crossed defensively over his chest as he sat on his couch. Had you minded him a bit closer, maybe you would have realized that his posture was trying to tell you that he couldn’t handle a single strike more to his heart. A leaf caught in the wind could hit him, and he would crumble. All he could do was fight back now.

“Sorry,” you apologized with a half-smile, “Asmo got a bit carried away, and then I dragged him to another store so I could buy you this.”

You set a putrid pineapple slush with devil crush mango jelly on the table in front of him. Great. Now he felt bad that he was so cold to you. He didn’t reach out for the drink. What was he supposed to do now? Caught up in his slow-cooked irritability, the only thing Mammon could think to do was double down in the face of that guilt.

“Go away,” he sighed, “just crawl into bed with Asmo or Solomon.”

“Mammon. That’s not fair.”

“Why do I always have to be fucking fair?” he snapped. Mammon realized he was in the wrong. That realization only cemented when he looked up and saw that your eyes were wide and damp.

It was a combination of frustration that you couldn’t cheer him up and shock. Mammon had never yelled at you like this before. Usually, the only time he raised his voice at you was because you were embarrassing him. How did you mess up cheering him up so badly?

Mammon swallowed hard and rushed to his feet – nearly stumbling over the table so he could close the distance between you two.

“Hey, c’mere. Can I hold ya?” His hands hovered over your body, awaiting your consent.

When you nodded, he pulled you in tight. The second he had you in his arms, he started to cry, too – but even worse. The tears streamed down his cheeks. Maybe he had dammed those tears up all week or maybe he just couldn’t stand that he had upset you. Either way, all he wanted now was for you to feel better. He awkwardly walked you back towards the couch and pulled you onto his sofa with him.

“I’m so sorry,” Mammon played with your hair – whether it was to soothe you or himself, he wasn’t sure.

He was determined to hold you for as long as you would let him. Guilt-ridden apologies were whispered against your skin periodically through the tears. You stopped crying much quicker than Mammon, but once he was all cried-out, he loosened his grip just enough to look you in the eyes.

“Ya know, yer way too good to me,” he admitted affectionately, half-ashamed and half-grateful. Please shut him up and kiss him.

Leviathan

Levi has a lot of bad days, especially compared to his brothers, but he really hasn’t mastered how to balance his usual coping mechanisms of holing himself up in his room and gaming until he forgets who he is with being around anyone. He wants to be able to let you in when he’s had a bad day, but he’s not there yet. So, when he had an anxiety-filled day that just seemed to get worse and worse no matter what he did (and probably because of his actions), he rushed back to his room as soon as he could to hide.

His brain kept telling him how everything he did ruined his day. He should never step foot outside of his room again. No. He knew that wasn’t true. He just needed to drown those thoughts and feelings out with loud music until they passed. Levi aggressively blasted pop music from his favorite idols in his headphones while his body went comatose in his bathtub. His eyes were glazed over as he stared at his jellyfish. (Are those things lights or holograms or just magic jellyfish that float around his room and somehow haven’t hurt anyone yet? Either way, I love them.)

It took a few seconds for Levi to even register that you had entered his room – without the password, he might add. Once he noticed, he slipped into his demon form, hissing at you, forked tongue flicking out, and shrank back as if he was attempting to retreat further into his tub. His full defense mode was activated.

He didn’t attempt to remove his headphones, so he couldn’t hear a word you said as you offered him a Ruri-chan themed snack and asked to game with him until he felt better. You told him that you had noticed he was having a rough day, and you wanted to help, but it didn’t click. He just wanted you to leave, but the Ruri-chan snack bag caught his attention.

He lunged at you to get the snack and accidentally scratched your hand in his haste. He didn’t hear the light “ouch” that left your lips, but he saw you pull your hand back and stare at him with those sad eyes. When he looked down at your reddening hand that you were clasping close to your body, he realized.

“M-MC!” Levi forced his headphones down around his neck. Apologies left his mouth rapidly, and you could tell that he was starting to spiral into a pit of self-loathing. “I’m the absolute worst. I’m a monster. So stupid! I ruin everything! I even hurt the one person foolish enough to want to hang out with me. I’m such a loser.”

Levi started to hit his temples just below his horns with the palms of his hands, and his tail whipped up around his arm. You could tell he was constricting around his arm; his hand started to turn purple. It was hard to watch him, and you teared up, rushing to his side.

“Stop, Levi, baby, stop. You’re okay. I’m okay.” Seeing your eyes wet with tears only made him feel worse.

You had to pin him down to get him to stop spiraling. His tail released his arm and the color slowly returned to normal, but Levi didn’t stop crying. He looked so guilty and ashamed; his eyes were wet, and his face was flushed pink.

“It was an accident, baby,” you reminded him, “you need to forgive yourself.”

“B-but y-you were trying to help a-a-and I hurt you.”

You sat him up and rubbed his back gently. “Shhh, baby. Don’t worry about that right now. Just focus on me for a few minutes. Can you take a deep breath?”

When he’s calmed down, you can discuss how to approach him after a bad day and figure out a better system for helping him cope in the future – even if that means leaving him alone for a few hours. However, for now, he just needed you to hold him and bring him back from the edge.

Satan

Satan has gotten a lot better at containing his anger, but he hasn’t gotten the releasing the anger part down, yet. By the time he got home that day, he was hyper-irritated – some inflated battery waiting to explode and set the house aflame – a hazard unknowingly waiting to be provoked. He tried to lose himself in a book, but he couldn’t focus. Still, he can’t get himself to stop trying the same failing technique. Madness, really.

When you snuck into his room, snaked your arms around his neck, and buried your face against his skin, the deep, angry growl that escaped him wasn’t what you expected.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snarled.

“It’s a hug.” Usually, he enjoyed your hugs, but maybe now wasn’t a good time. You let him go. “You’ve been tense all day. Is there something I can do to help you?”

“You can leave.”

“Are you sure? Maybe I could bring you some tea?” You wanted to help him somehow. After all, you were the best equipped to help Satan calm down when he was upset. His brothers were kind of useless in that department.

“I don’t want to see you.”

“But–” Ouch, that kind of hurt. “Can’t I do anything?”

Satan sighed and set his book down. He didn’t even mark his page. He hadn’t made any progress. “Have you always been this annoying or are you spending too much time with Mammon?”

“Satan,” you spoke firmly, trying to bring him back to himself.

“Get out.” It was if he wanted to spit poison in your direction. The rage in his eyes was truly frightening.

You bit your lip and decided to leave. The regret flooded over him as soon as you left his sight. Shit, he cursed and wrapped his tail around his leg, tightening it until it started to hurt. He felt awful about that look on your face.

He snuck off in the direction of your room, ashamed, and heard you crying quietly through the door. He felt even worse now. It didn’t matter how bad his day was, the last thing he wanted was to make you cry. You were one of the only people who bothered to check on him when he was in a bad mood. If he ruined that, he would be a bigger idiot than Mammon.

Satan knocked on your door softly and gave you a second to wipe the tears from your face before he entered. Before you could protest, Satan had crawled into your bed with you and curled up on your lap with his head resting on your thigh. He whispered a pitiful “sorry.” When you looked down at him, tears were streaming down Satan’s cheeks, falling onto your pants, and leaving damp spots. Maybe you were being too forgiving, but you couldn’t stay upset with him. You snaked your hand into his hair and pet him, receiving a low purr in response.

“It’s okay, Satan.”

“I didn’t mean to call you annoying or lash out at you,” he started timidly. “Today has been really hard. I can’t seem to soothe myself, but I still shouldn’t have done that. I’m so, so sorry.”

“You shouldn’t have,” you agreed, “but we can work on that. Satan, I want you to tell me when you’re having a hard time. You were holding on to your anger for a while, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe next time I can help before you reach a breaking point, okay?” You combed through his hair with your fingers. “We’ll get better at this. I promise.”

Satan ended up falling asleep in your lap that night.

Asmodeus

The only way he’s making you cry is if you cry seeing him having such a rough day. Asmo would sooner burn his wardrobe down to the ground than lash out at you.

Asmo is pretty expressive, and when he has a bad day, usually, he lets you in. Other than Leviathan, he’s most likely to cry in front of you. He’s so honest. There isn’t much that he feels he needs to hide from you. Which is why you were thrown off when you saw him sitting in the back of your Curses and Hexes class, uncharacteristically spacing out with a blank, almost hopeless look on his face. Maybe you could understand him staring off in the middle of a lecture, but class had ended a few minutes ago – after the professor handed back your recent report cards. You hadn’t noticed him at first. You were too busy thanking Solomon and Satan for all of their help in the last few weeks. It was because of them that you had gotten such high marks.

“Asmo, are you okay?” you asked, disturbing his trance. “Aren’t you going to head home?”

“Hm?” Asmo hummed. That blank face twisted into a bright grin. “Sorry, luv. I was just thinking about my next live stream. I can’t keep my adoring fans waiting much longer. Want to walk home with lil’ old me, hm~?”

“No can do today.” You offered him a disappointed smile. “I have to study with Solomon for a bit before going home. Do you . . .want to join?”

“No thanks, darlin’. I’ll just go back by myself today. Learn a lot, ‘kay?” Asmo gathered his things up quickly and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t miss me too much~”

“Yeah.” Something felt off. Asmo was already halfway to the door when you told him, “I’ll come see you when I get back.”

You weren’t even sure he had heard you. Maybe you were imagining it? It was hard to focus during your study session with Solomon. You even asked him if something seemed wrong with Asmo earlier today.

“No, I didn’t notice anything earlier, but I watched you say goodbye to him after class. It was definitely an unusual exchange. Maybe he got poor scores, and he was embarrassed to tell you?” Solomon offered up his opinion while he wrote ingredients out on the whiteboard. Solomon had known Asmo longer than you, he may be on to something.

“Actually, Solomon, can we call it early today?”

Solomon turned around, confused at first. When he saw the worry on your face, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed before turning around and erasing the whiteboard. “Yeah, go on. Check on our boy.”

“Thanks.” You packed up. “You’re my favorite human in the entire Devildom.”

It took Solomon a second to realize. The smile slipped from his lips. He wanted to say something, but you were already gone.

When you got home, you didn’t even drop your bag off before going to find Asmo. His door was open a crack, and you peeked in to see him, immobilized at the edge of his bed. He was just staring at the floor with the same look on his face as before.

“Asmo?” you called out to him as you entered his room. “You left the door open.”

Asmo greeted you with the same twisted up smile as before. This time, you knew there was something wrong. He was forcing that smile so hard that it seemed like his façade would break if you pushed him any further.

“’Course it was. I wanted to hear when you got home.” He was still forcing that smile.

“You were waiting for me?” You set your bag down at the door.

“You sure know how to keep a demon waiting,” Asmo teased. “Now where is my reward for waiting like such a good boy?”

Asmo was waiting for a kiss, so when you gently pet his head, the touch startled him. It was just enough to put a crack in his mask. He stared up at you – a deep pit of desperation filled to the brim with sweet honey and amber that you began to sink into. You plunged deeper. “What’s the matter, Asmo?”

He couldn’t look at you. Even as your hand softly played with his hair, he stared down, searching for the words. “I’m so stupid, MC. I am never going to be able to impress you with my intelligence – not like Satan and Solomon. I can’t even help you study. I’d just slow down your progress.”

“Asmo.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“I’ve never worried about this before I met you, but now,” he paused, “I want to be better for you, but I tried really, really hard these past few weeks, and I’m still barely passing. How pathetic, right? I tried and failed. Meanwhile, Belphie sleeps through class and gets better scores than I do. I can’t keep up with you. You’re going to get bored of me.”

His voice broke, and that broke you. Tears rolled down your face and your trembling breath was the only morsel of sound untouched by an aggressive silence that swallowed every word in your throat. You wanted to say something to make him feel better, but all you could do was sit with his words.

Asmo heard your shaky breathing and looked up at you. You pulled your hand back and wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Sorry.” You found one insignificant word to offer him. You knew you shouldn’t be the one crying when Asmo was the one in pain here, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Upon seeing you crying on his behalf, Asmo started to tear up too. Somehow, that said enough for him. His pain broke your heart, and that broke his heart. You were two fools who cared so deeply for each other that it would hurt sometimes.

Asmo pulled you in and kissed all over your face until you were both grinning again. A small fleck of sadness still lingered in Asmo’s eyes as he smiled at you, but he wasn’t hiding it anymore. That was enough.

“I won’t get bored of you.” You kissed him softly. “I promise.”

You could list off reasons to love him into the early hours of the night, but Asmo had no plans of letting you comfort him further.

“You always put me in such a good mood, luv. Allow me to return the favor, m’kay?” Asmo started to kiss down your neck. If he was going to make you cry, he would rather it be from pleasure.

Beelzebub

Truly bad days are rare for Beel. Usually, he finds a way to pick himself up – typically with food or comfort from you or his brothers. There are some days that just keep kicking him, and he doesn’t have the time or energy to fix it. Those days are especially tough if he starts to think about Lilith. On days when Beel feels as if he’s been emotionally pushed down an up escalator, tumbling consistently and too distracted by his prolonged fall to register the pain he’s accumulated until he finally reaches the ground, he becomes ravenously hungry – much worse than usual.

Beel uses food as a quick fix for emotional trouble, and the moment he finally arrived home, he knew he needed to eat. He began to scarf down half the kitchen. It wasn’t enough, but it was something.

You had seen how upset Beel seemed earlier, but he kept giving you the slip when you wanted to check on him all day. Now was finally your chance. You found him in the kitchen, hoping to comfort him about his bad day, but the moment you entered the kitchen, Beel snarled and bared his teeth at you. You flinched, but you understood that his actions were just a sign of his poor mood. A smarter human – or at least one who didn’t know that Beel was hopelessly in love with them – would have turned around and left him alone.

“How about I cook for you, Beel?” You smiled at him and grabbed a large stock pot before he could even nod at you. Nothing was better for comfort than soup.

You tried to make quick work of chopping ingredients, but Beel was getting impatient, lurking over you like an ominous shadow. His stomach growled in response to the smell filling the kitchen. Beel drooled slightly and let out a low growl in your ear. He didn’t realize how sexy he sounded, and you did your best to ignore him as you added a few more ingredients into the pot.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t ignore him any longer when he inched closer and bit down on your shoulder. You winced and pulled back – which was a bad idea because it only made his sharp teeth scrape against your skin.

“Beel! That hurt.” Your eyes started to water from a combination of the pain and a slight sense of betrayal. Beel had never bitten you so harshly just because he was hungry before. You never imagined he would, and the shock of it stung as much as – if not more than – your skin.

He shut his mouth tight and engulfed you in his arms, pulling you close and hiding his face against your body in shame. The shock hit him just as hard as it hit you. Beel never imagined he would hurt you. “MC, I’m so sorry, are you okay? I’m so, so sorry.”

You heard his voice break and felt his tears hit your other shoulder. He didn’t mean to. He never wanted to hurt you. You knew that.

“I’m fine, but we don’t bite like that, honey. What’s gotten into you?” You felt like you were scolding a pet.

“Long day. . . bad mood . . . extra hungry,” Beel mumbled against you, still overwhelmed with shame. He added on, with a different sense of shame overcoming him, “and you looked and smelled so good. I’m sorry.”

Beel took a minute to gather himself before he remembered that you must be in pain, and he was just standing there, holding you still. He let go to get a first aid kit from one of the cupboards. You could have cleaned it yourself, but the sad way he stared at you told you that he felt responsible for taking care of you. Gently, Beel cleaned the bite mark for you and covered it up before he placed a small kiss next to the bandage. “I’m really sorry, MC.”

You shook your head and pet him affectionately. You couldn’t stay mad at him. With a sigh, you grabbed a large bowl and poured half the pot of soup into it before setting it on the table for Beel. He restrained himself for a second before he dug in happily.

“I need you to tell me when you’re upset and ravenous. It’s good for me to know when I might become your meal, alright? And you didn’t bite that hard. If it was in different circumstances, I might have enjoyed it.”

Beel finished scarfing his soup, a faint pink blush appeared on his face as he stared at you.

“Do you feel better?” you asked.

“Yes, but I feel a different sort of hunger, now. You can bite me this time instead if you want.”

[desceros]

Please spare us some more papatello headcannons 🥹🥹🥹 (I bet Donnie is the type to show off his baby mommy)

yessss an excuse to think about papatello tysm anon-chan!!!!

as per usual this got long so i'm sticking it under a cut bc i am OUT. OF. CONTROL.

thinkin about the first day of school. you'd insisted that lavi attends bc it's good for her socialization ("why would she need to talk to other people? i never went to school!" "yeah, hon, and look how you turned out." "perfectly capable of normal conversation!!" "...you asked me to marry you via text." "well sue me for wanting to be sure i got it right when just the thought of it made me flustered!" <- then you're both embarrassed), but donnie's not too thrilled. the whole morning he's sulking, pouting behind your shoulder as you take all the cute photos of her first outfit, writing a 5k word essay to put in her lunchbox saying how much he loves her ("don. donnie. love of my life. she's four. she can barely read go dogs go." "best she practice, then."). it's actually the worst... up until you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and reminding him that hey. hey. the four year old isn't here. wink. wink wink. (...donnie very quickly begins to espouse the value of a formal education.)

hm. executive decision that lavi has a sweet tooth. she's particularly fond of fruits, and she likes to come up to donnie while he's working and hand him an orange so he can peel it for her. without fail, he stops what he's doing and helps, taking one slice and calling it a 'papa tax'. then, one day, she comes to you and asks if you'll show her how to peel it. you're thinking hm. showing some independence, that's probably a good thing, so you do. only to have to bite your fist when you watch as she goes into the lab and crawls into donnie's lap, peeling an orange, and then handing him half. (he ugly cries a lot that night when he tells you about it.)

once mikey's hair starts coming in, i suspect she'd like playing with it. she'd rope him into having spa nights where the three of you do all kinds of self-care stuff like facials, hair masks, that kind of thing. donnie plays it up like he's super jealous, but you see the way he burrows his face into lavi's hair for their nighttime hug and smiles when it's nice and soft, and then when he comes to you and threads his fingers through your hair, murmuring a compliment at its texture into your nape.

during your pregnancy, he's a nervous wreck. the whole pregnant with a turtle mutant situation is already a lot on his nerves, but then on top of that, you don't call out of work. ("i'm pregnant, don. pregnant people work all the time. it's normal." "i'd argue that being pregnant with a turtle mutant is quite far out of the bounds of normal.") i think... the first real, actually nasty fight you ever have with him might be then. maybe the only one, but it'd be explosive. him concerned that you'll be somewhere, pregnant with what some would call a monster, having been bred by a monster, and if something happens, he'll be in his lab working, helpless, away. you don't take kindly at all to him calling your child (nor himself) a monster, even out of the mouths of hypothetical strawmen, and that plus the way he's catastrophizing every little thing strains your relationship to its snapping point. i think maybe for a solid month or so, it's. it's a real test of how much you love him, and how much he trusts you.

i dunno if i've already WOG'd this but if i did, i'm changing it and this is the official WOG statement that lavi's first word is 'papa' and donnie is FOREVER smug about it (even though, joke's on him, you find it absolutely adorable and are zero percent mad about it)

oh. lavi loves pineapple on pizza. the first time she tries it and it becomes her favorite, you laugh at donnie's face for like, ten years. sometimes you'll just be in the bathroom, brushing your teeth to get ready for bed, and he'll hear you start giggling where he's lying down reading and waiting for you to come in, and he just. grits his teeth bc he knows what's got you going.

there's a baby shark-esque song in universe that has a turtle instead of a shark on one episode of mrs. cuddles, and lavi fucking loves it. it's the worst ear worm in the entire world, and the entire lair quickly lays a ban on ever reminding her it exists. this is ultimately a failure, partially bc she is her father's child and thus the most stubborn creature ever to exist, but also bc leo actually enjoys it and ends up humming it under his breath while he's walking around. raph gets a little twitchy whenever he hears it, but he's the second-most vulnerable to lavi's charms (the first, of course, being donnie) so whenever she asks, on it goes, with him stiff as a board as she sits on his shell and claps her hands in delight.

[nekassvariigs]

Some day in the life with the Whitebeard crew.

Marco x reader x whitebeard!fluff

hearts doing the ooglie-booglies.

"Morning Pops" you gently rubbed your eyes greeting your Capitan.

"Oh its you , Goodmorning." His tall figure looked down on you as you passed him,stopping only to rest your head on his lower leg.

The morning breeze was cold as the winds picked up pace, the calm sea rising to an upbring once more.

"Bout as good as i could with you snoring so loudly." you winced just thinking about it. He didnt snore often but when he did the managed to put half the ship in a trance like state from it alone.

"Gurararara, sorry squirt." he looked down on you with a gentleness he didnt like causing trouble for his sons or daughters esppecially over sleep.

"Mmn, it's fine.." you mumbled cozying further on the old mans leg.

''Cant be helped'' the tall male sighed offering you his arm. You smacked it away earning a look of disbelief from him.

''Its your fault youu..'' lazily throwing punches giggling like a little kid, it felt like someone was tickling his palm such a cute act didn't go unnoticed as he picked you up carefully laying you on his lap his enormous hand placed gentle strokes on your hair. His warmth bringing you great comfort. ''You know, I miss it when I was little, you used to hold me like this all the time.'' you stifled a yawn looking into the mans' old wise eyes.

''You cant stay little forever you know.'' he reminisced of the times you were small enough to comfortably sit on his shoulders falling asleep while holding his bandana.

''Guess it cant be helped..'' you blushed shyly looking at him.

His fatherly instinct kicked him like a rock hitting a windshield cracking his emperor duty filled world to that of a simple man who wanted to provide security to those who showed potential and trusted him with their hearts to the end of the world.

"You brats really do grow fast, i remember when Marco was in his diapers..'' Pops continued an exclamation mark as big as the Moby Dick itself popped on Marcos head. "POPS WHAT ARE YOU SAYING RIGHT NOW!'' he looked like a pissed off flaming chicken then again a pineapple? You couldn't tell and didn't really bother to either just chuckling at the image alone, your laugh as light as the wind you were riding. Your sleep fading as you kept picturing how silly Marco would have looked like as a baby, big dumb-dumb eyes and his dopey haircut atop it.

"Cute.." you thought to yourself making Marco blush seeing as you were imagining things. ''WHATEVER YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD STOP IT!'' he barked ears red from embarrassment.

''Oh enough you two." Whitebeard seemed in his element today sharing stories allowing you to sit with him like this even not punishing you two for not getting along. He watched as Marco stomped on the ground a habit he developed unintentionally when he was mad or frustrated.

"Up you go brat.'' he picked up Marco like a cat by the scruff and placed him on his shoulder, the blonde immeditley shutting up avoiding all contact with anyone's eyes. His rosy cheeks showing his soft nature under pops' care.

''Hey pop's , can we ever call you Edward?'' you asked.

''And why would you need to do that?'' he answered fairly curious why you chose this topic.

''Well I don't know would be an interesting development. Should a woman my age still call you pops or do you think its high time for a change." you retorted trying to provoke the man into a battle of wits.

"You can try, but I promise you wont see me in the same way after that."

"Someone's confident..'' you wondered standing up form his lap slowly, your eyes meeting his you uttered the words: '' Edward, when will we set ashore?'' you had a tingle run down your spine not understanding the meaning of it you took it as excitement and went along unfazed.

''Whenever your heart pleases miss'' the aura grew tense the longer you looked at him sweat slowly trickling down your forehead. This felt different, pleasantly different like being courted by a gentleman.

The old man looked at you processing everything that went on his smile rising the longer you took until you erupted a blobly-blushy mess hiding behind his jacket. Whitebeards signature laugh erupting on the deck as well as Marcos.

"Its always fun seeing this reaction.'' Marco laughed having previously seen someone else do this only to end up in the same position.

Marco was wheezing his ass of meanwhile Whitebread offered you his knowing gaze, you hid deeper behind his jacket face redder than a ripe tomato.

''Waaaa~ this is what he meant by 'you wont see me the same way after this.''' What a jerk.

He extended his arm to you his fingers wiggling right by your crouched body. You contemplated for a bit before sitting on his hand , he placed you right on the other side of his shoulder.

He thinks he won just cause he knows how to show off his experience and pearly whites huh. You puffed you cheeks mentally, sitting comfortably on his shoulder you ushered closer to him poking his cheek to give you an ear.

''Then lets set sail Capitan Edward~'' you cooed using a 110% of your womanly charm you noticed him stall. His cheeks dusted a shade redder than when he laughs.

''Let's sail the entire world together Edward, promise me~'' you continued checking how the old man was taking it. His whole expression stone cold however his cheeks red as a rash on a baby's bum.

Marco couldn't belive his eyes, the first time in years old mans plan actually failed against him.

You giggled reaching around the back to whisper the same thing into Marcos ear but using Marcos own name. Now the both of them stood stone cold cheeks glowing.

What a sight these men are, you thought to yourself giving each one a gentle platonic kiss to the cheek "Shouldn't be teasing you boys like this, I apologize.." you went back to your place on your Capitan's lap ,sitting soundly till the both of them spoke in unison. "No problem we don't mind at all!" Zero shame in their steely gazes you admired their devotion. "Marco you're something ,but you pops are a different thing.''

Edward laughed brushing off this fun event as quickly as it came. Though he really didn't expect it.

[migosis]

One story, six prompts (erik killmonger x reader short)

i came out of retirement and challenged myself using prompts from @eye-raq's post here.

Synopsis: Erik is getting serious with a girl who is scared to love him b/c of past trauma. What happens when he breaks her trust?

masterlist

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You were in the kitchen preparing a snack before you sat down to watch television. The distraction of being entertained by drama that wasn’t yours was exactly what you needed this evening. Even though this was your second time watching Insecure, you still couldn’t decide if you were Team Issa or Team Molly. Your phone chimed, notifying you there was motion detected on your front door step and moments later you heard a few knocks. You scoffed once you saw the footage of Erik waiting impatiently, checking to see if there was a key under a planter nearby. You barely cracked the door open before walking back in the house towards the kitchen. You heard him smack his lips, but you were genuinely unconcerned in the moment about his frustration. He was hot on your tail following you into the kitchen where you faced away from him and continued cutting your pineapple.

“I don’t like being hung up on, that’s some grimy shit.” He declared.

“Unfortunately for you Erik, I dont really give a fuck about what you like right now. I told you I wanted space so I’m not sure why you’re here.”

“Y/n, that was 4 days ago. I'm tired of this, all you do is shut down. It would be one thing if you actually moved on, but you're still mad about the same shit four days later. Like where does that leave me?"

"I don't know." You said nonchalantly. 

"See this what the fuck I be talking about. Is this a relationship or not?"

"Erik, I don't know what you want from me.”

"I want you to stop fucking running and talk to me so we can get past this. I want more than this, I’m tired of playing games."

"I don't want to get past it. I just want to be heard. And clearly you couldn't do that so I hung up."

"Babe, I heard you. I told you I was sorry and I even understood where you was coming from. I told you how I could’ve handled it better, but why am I the only one that has to be accountable? You went thru my phone and found something you shouldn't have been looking for in the first place. Why you can't admit that? Why you can't admit that you didn't trust me in the first place?"

"Erik, stop. I really don't wanna do this." Here you were trying to stave off the immense emotion you felt in that moment. You could place it, but your chest was tight, palms hot, and you used the back of your hand to stave off tears that threatened to fall. 

Erik's chest ached when he heard your voice crack. He hated to see you cry, and even more for him to be at the source of it. He was truly apprehensive in trying to soothe you. He knew you were asking for space, but who else was going to do the work of soothing you and earning your trust back. In a group chat, his friends commented on y/n’s “standoff-ish” demeanor and implying that she was insecure in her looks and suggested that he could do better. Y/n’s heart sank when Erik did not defend her, but only replied insisting they mind their business and making several jokes about their failed relationships. 

He stepped closer from behind. He placed his hand over yours gently, prying the knife out of her and sitting it down.

"Listen y/n, this love shit is scary as hell but I'm willing to accept it. Are you?"

Love? You questioned internally, had he meant to say that. It felt unreal, but not unreal enough for you to deny it. When you thought about how Erik treated you, you could tell he loved you. And even though you had labeled the relationship you and him had kindled everything else under the sun it was only in this moment you realized what you two had cultivated was love. 

Even despite this realization, some wounded part in you needed to push back. "Erik, I don't think you know what you're saying." You shook your head. You could feel his hands around your waist now, making you tense up. But when he rested his head on your shoulder, you began to breathe again. If you could so casually let him in, it also meant that letting him go wouldn’t be so easy. You needed to make a fight, construct walls, not allow yourself to get used to his love because the love you were used to was unstable, unreliable, and unsafe. In reality Erik had been the opposite of all of those things to you, so this was the moment you understood the problem all along was not that you needed to let him in like he’d been pleading for. You needed to let you out. This solitary confinement was making your love for Erik complicated. It was making his love for you hard, while it could be so easy. His love truly swept you up and held you tight. It was hard to breathe his air, but with all of these realizations flooding your mind, you know you could not keep suffocating yourself with burdens of the past or concerns of the future.

His lips found your neck and he promptly turned you around to face him. Gently, he brushed away the tears that spilled down your cheeks.

"You know how I feel about you, it's already apparent. Please don’t cry baby."

He kissed you again and your hand grabbed onto the front of his shirt holding him there. You pulled him deeper into your mouth. Tasting him again felt amazing and the way his hands grazed your hips made you want him in other ways. You hummed into his mouth out of pure impulse. When you pulled away, you turned leaning over the counter and pressed your backside into him. You grinded against him, tempting him to palm your ass. His hand continued up your back, grabbing you up against his chest by your ponytail. She quickly went to untie the elastic on her pajama shorts and pull them down but Erik's hand stopped her. 

"Wait."

"What?" She questioned as he stepped back from her painstakingly slow.

"Erik c’mooon." She whined at him. Once she actually looked back at him, she could see the pensive look he had on his face which made her fill with concern.

"Sex isn't going to make this go away.”

"I know that, Erik." She nearly rolled her eyes, but she was trying her best to be earnest.

"I want you to talk to someone baby.”

Off rip, you were immediately embarrassed at the thought of him telling you that you needed some type of help. 

“I’m not ready for that yet.”

“Well you’re not talking to me and I’m trying to stay together, so am I worthy enough to change your mind?”

“Can you be flexible? How about we talk to someone?”

“Couples therapy? I never thought I’d need that corny ass shit.” He muttered the last part quietly. “But I love you and I know you do too, so you’re really gonna have to convince me otherwise.”

It was hard to bring yourself to say those words so you simply stated. "I do." He smirked and lifted you on the counter. He looked you over and told you how much he missed you. He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth. You held his scruffy jaw, beckoning him closer to you. You barely flinched when his hand crept around your neck, and finally found home grasping your chest.

"I thought you said no sex." You said breathlessly.

"That was before, now I'm about to make love to you."

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[billys-pretty-babe]

Hi 🤍 I have a request if you don't mind... So, remember that scene in season 2 where Billy enters the room and and sees Max getting ready for the Snowball ?

I believe that Neil punished Billy for not bringing Max home that night. I think in addition to hitting him, he probably also forbade him to go to that ball. I mean, everyone is preparing for the ball but him: he's not ready at all and doesn't seem to be about to go out.

And that's where my idea came from. Could you write a fic where Reader, who is best friends with Billy, decides to secretly visit him that night (through the window) and keep him company instead of going to the Snowball because she really likes him and doesn't want him to be alone ? In the end they have an amazing time together (laughing, listening to music and maybe slow-dancing too) and Billy is all flustered because he didn't expect anyone to think of him that way. 🥺🤍🤍🤍

May I Have This Dance?

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^^^

Warnings : Swearing, Billy calls the reader babe, Neil Hargrove shows up at the end for a brief moment.

Word Count : 907

A/N : Requests are open. Thank you @moonlightfountain for the request, I hope I did your beautiful idea justice!!

The Snowball, something that every teen looked forward to but not that everyone could afford. You knew that Max was going to go along with Billy who had two different girls to take.

"Why do you even need two dates?" Billy chuckled, "One for each arm, babe."

You knew there was an incident but that was all you knew. You drove past the school, everything lit up, girls in their dresses and boys in their slacks and nice shirts as you drove to Cherry Lane. Billy's Camaro was on the road, Neil's truck was nowhere to be seen. You drove to your friend's house a few houses down before walking to Billy's house.

Once you made it you tested his window, seeing that it was unlocked before carefully sliding it open and climbing through. Billy laid on his bed, cigarette between his slightly chapped lips, Motley Crue Shout At The Devil vinyl playing in the corner of his room. "B," he looked over at you, his eye beginning to bruise a little. "What're you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the stupid dance?" You shook your head, shutting his window.

"Vickie said you cancelled so I came over here to check on you." He nodded, blowing out the mouthful of smoke, "Well, I'm alive, you can leave now." You rolled your eyes and made your way to his bed, the bed was small but you made it work. He looked at you, "Why are you still here? You have a date." You waved him off, "He'll understand, you're me important to me than some stupid dance plus we still have prom to go to so I'm not missing anything important."

He nodded and put out the cigarette before he turned to you, "Was Vickie mad?" You laughed, "I think she was more mad at the fact that you had two dates." He laughed with you, his nose scrunching a little. Vince Neil sang in the background as you both talked. "Okay but what fruit do you think you'd be?" Billy raised a brow, "A fruit?" You nodded and he hummed, pretending to think. "Pineapple, I use it to make my cum taste good." Your jaw dropped, you couldn't help it and Billy cackled, trying not to fall off of his bed.

"Are you serious?" He laughed and shook his head, "No, just pulling your leg but your reaction was priceless." You shook your head, flicking him off. "Can I change the record?" Billy nodded and you sifted through his contained of them, making comments here and there, "Donna Summer?" Billy laughed, "Hey, don't judge. I don't judge you for your weird obsession with rockstars." You rolled your eyes and grabbed the She Works Hard For the Money record and you turned up the volume a little and you laid back down, the record sleeve in your hand so you could see the tracklist.

Every song had passed before I Do Believe (I Feel In Love) and you stood up. "May I have this dance," you asked, putting your hand out and Billy raised a brow, "You serious?" You nodded, "As serious as you are about that car out there." He laughed and stood up, taking your hand in his and he turned up the volume once more. He kicked his bed a little to make room to dance considering he had the smallest room in the house.

You and me, we're together.

He pulled you to his body quickly, taking you by surprise. "I don't know how to dance." You laughed, "Me neither." You both laughed and swayed to the music.

I do believe I fell in love.

He quickly spun you before catching your hip in his hand and one of your hands moved to his shoulder as you held the other as you guys danced around the room.

Oh let me love you. Oh let me kiss you. Baby, I'm fallin', your love is a callin'.

"You trust me?" "Sometimes." He laughed and spun you again before dipping you slowly, his curls falling to frame both of your faces. Your breath hitched, your eyes searching his blue ones, his pupils dilating and he leaned in a little before the front door slammed shut and you both quickly pulled away a little, you trying to catch your footing and he quietly apologized and turned his music down.

"Billy," Neil yelled out and Billy looked at you, his eyes sad. "Go home, I can deal with him." You nodded and squeezed his hand, making sure you had your jacket before climbing out of his window and you jogged to your car. You took backroads back to your house, thinking about what had just happened.

Was Billy going to kiss you? Would you have let him kiss you? Is Billy attracted to you? Is that why his pupils dilated?

You asked yourself questions until you got back home and continued to ask them as you made your way to your bedroom. You got yourself ready for bed and as you laid down you came to your conclusion.

You're in love with your best friend.

You sighed and looked at your bedside table to see a picture of Billy as Lover's Lake as he looked at the stars, the cherry of the cigarette lit up as he took a pull from it. You smiled, admiring the picture before you fell asleep, wondering how Billy felt about you.