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hi!!!! could I please request general nsfw headcannons for vox, val, and velvette (or just your favorite of the 3!)? maybe especially with a slightly bratty partner? thank you! :)

Behave Bitch! ☆ Headcanon + Oneshot

☆ Valentino x Bratty!Gn!Reader, Vox x Bratty!Gn!Reader, Velvette x Bratty!Gn!Reader, and Valentino x Bratty!Gn!Reader x Vox:

You go out of your way to fuck with them and test their patience, and this is how their repercussion would be.

Warnings: Mature Content, Explicit/Graphic Language, Praise & Degradation(Lots of of degradation), Oral Sex(Male Receiving), Penetrative Sex, Bad Spanish, Creampie, Possessiveness, Spanking, Choking, Dacryphilia, Bondage, Handcuffs, Blood, Biting, Electricity NOT PROOFREAD.

Words: Total — 13 806, Valentino(Hc + Oneshot) — 2419, Vox(Hc + Oneshot) — 2365, Velvette(Hc + Oneshot) — 3463, Vox & Valentino(Hc + Oneshot) — 5539

Note: So I may or may not be a total slut for the three of them, and especially a sucker for Val x reader x Vox action. Like how should I say it? Oh, yeah, I need them inside m— Hehsjsnsnjwns Awooga lol. *Bitch is used gender neutrally if you couldn’t tell. So 4 things, number one this Headcanons + Drabbles/Slight Short One shots, note that the example in the headcanons are just examples of scenario, and are unrelated to the drabble part, so don’t get confused when they mention one situation and then you read about another. Number 2, the type of reader was not precise so I went with gender neutral, so I’m sorry if the smut part isn’t the best as I am still lacking in writing experience to make something great with the lack of precise genitalia mention. But if you find it good, we’ll good for you! Also I used Google and translation apps when it came to the Spanish that Valentino employs, so I’m sorry to my Hispanic readers of the display of language is not to your liking. And lastly, I didn’t know how to write a slightly bratty reader, so I’m sorry anon if the reader is either not enough or too bratty. Personally I love a full on bratty, attention whore, whiny reader because that’s how I am.(If I was hot and got over my fear of being rejected, anyways-) That’s it for info about the fic!!

Author Note: As I am writing this, I am halfway way done with a lute one shot, but I must say, please stop requesting works. I put my request on pause, and I indicated that one both my Masterlist and rules, but seems that people are still confused because some of my older fics have ‘Request are open’ at the bottom. So please don’t request anything more, I have 34 request to start working on after I finish the lute one, plus I still haven’t started to work on chapter 3 for my Idia series. (12 of those request are actually Adam related, and one of them is a zestial one, where the requester offered to pay me for it, so it’s at the top of my list after this 💸💰. Though I still haven’t reach them because I want to finish my lute work first.) Also I am fucking pissed as I am written this, cuz I keep seeing clips of episodes 7&8 of Hazbin on tumblr, but I don’t have prime so I have to wait for stupid illegal websites to repost them. Like I am genuinely mad at the wait time, since my boys(Val and vox, my loves, my husbands, my #1 turn ones-) are in it. Worst part of it all I saw the clips of Vox literally thrusting into the air saying his hard and that the sight of Alastor bloody was better than sex. Like shit, did that make me horny. Like Vox, sweaty, you can take out that pent up energy from the build up excitement, I don’t mind if the other Vees are watching, Valentino can even join~ Hehsjjsjsjnsks. Update: I just watch the two episodes, and fuck were they good. Anyways I’m done, enjoy the fic cunts!

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ఌ︎ Valentino ఌ︎

Oh, you have no idea ‘what kind of gift you gave him with your behavior, Cariño~’

He takes pleasure in ‘putting bitches in their place,’ so feel free to be yourself, use that sharp tongue, but be prepared for the consequences without too much complaints. And he relishes in being the one to mete out repercussions.

Valentino's approach is straightforward; he often lets you play and act as bratty as you want while casually keeping an eye on you. ‘No need to worry; he's merely observing.’

He'd allow you to talk back, tolerating insults, while seated in the VIP section of one of his clubs, surrounded by smoke and flirting demons. All that set up to provoke you into further incriminate yourself.

Despite the condescending expression on his face, you didn’t have anything to about him, everything appearing ordinary, considering he was Val. Nothing seemed suspicious for a while... and then, ¡Bam!

You find yourself dragged into the club's private bedroom, now in a position where you're either tied up or bent over his lap/desk, enduring a session of intense spanking for being a 'good-for-nothing slut,' with degrading comments throughout.

Valentino opts for a paddle, well aware of the sharp sting it leaves on your skin.

Eventually, he transitions to using his hands, relishing in the visible aftermath of his touch—handprints and bite marks adorning your body.

As tears stream down your face, you apologize and plead to him ‘that you would be better, so please stop’ and that’s ‘ ‘s to much!’. He makes no effort to conceal his satisfaction, openly grinning at your vulnerable state.

Today unfolded like any other typical day in hell, as you paid a visit to your boyfriend on the set. Entering his studio, you hung back for a moment, observing Valentino directing the actors, his voice sexy as always but this time yet again fill with frustration.

Amidst the chaos, there were whispers among the staff about the planned star for the movie being decapitated and having to fill their role in with a newbie due to the lack of time ro wait for the actors regeneration, this bringing light upon the source of Val's frustration.

You pondered how much worse his temper would escalate if you followed through with your planned actions. However, that thought didn't weigh heavily on your mind, as you were determined from the get go to mess with him.

Emerging from the shadows and skillfully navigating the set while evading the cameras' gaze, you approached Valentino. Grinning, he remarked, "You came to entertain papi, how sweet of you, amorcito~" standing up and expecting you to jump into his arms.

Surprisingly, you kept walking, engaging in conversation with a crew member, casually flirting. Val struggled to process the fact that ‘not only did you ignore him, but you did so to chat with some nobody!’

Oh boy, was he pissed, yet instead of his typical inclination to abandon work for a tantrum. He had remained seated, continuing to provide screen direction to his actors.

Now that he was well aware of your actions, he had no intention of losing the little game you were playing. Throughout the shoot, he feigned indifference, though his teeth subtly gritted each time he caught a glimpse of you so close to that random sinner.

Despite Valentino's own lack of shamelessness when it came to sleeping around, he was still the ever so possessive and obsessive man. And having so hands-on with someone else, especially in his presence, drove him to the walls.

After 45 minutes of takes and retakes, Valentino directed his staff to wrap up for the day. Immediately afterward, he approached you, gripping your wrist forcefully enough to surely leave a bruise. He then ushered you into the elevator, ascending to his shared luxurious living quarters and, ultimately, his room.

Once inside, he roughly threw you onto the bed, using one arm to pin both of yours above your head, another around your neck, while the remaining two swiftly removed your clothes.

As he approached your ear, his breath on your face, he scornfully remarked, “You wretched whore, think you go and flounce around, letting some fucker feel you up! ¿You’re so desperate to get fuck, verdad, puta?“ His voice carried disdain for your actions, yet beneath it, pent-up sexual frustration lingered.

Now having you completely undressed, Valentino briefly pulled away to retrieve something from his nightstand. It turned out to be a pair of long, dangling cuffs, ideal for securing you to his headboard. And that's precisely what he did.

Bound to the bedpost, you tested your restraints with a subtle tug, ensuring they securely held you in place. You wanted to confirm if there was any potential escape route, making sure you were aware of all possibilities.

In an instant, you felt Valentino's hands on you once more, grabbing your chest roughly, squeezing them hard enough to cause some pain but not enough to leave marks. His fingers then dug into your sensitive flesh, leaving bruises visible through the thin layer of sweat forming on your skin.

His touch was cold and calloused, contrasting sharply with the warmth emanating from his body.

"You little slut," he growled, his accented words dripping with contempt. "You think you can just throw yourself at anyone, disrespect me like this?" With each harsh word, his grip tightened further, pinching your nipples cruelly between his rough fingers.

Despite the pain, a shiver ran down your spine at the prospect of what was to come. You knew exactly how much control he had over you now, and it was exhilarating.

"No, Val," you managed to croak out between gasps for air. "I didn't mean anything by it, really."

But your words fell on deaf ears; instead, Valentino's hand moved lower, cupping your hips roughly before squeezing them forcefully. "You fucking liar," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "You’re lucky your body is good at satisfying my needs, otherwise I would have already shot your ungrateful bitch ass!”

With that, you observed as he let his tongue swirl around his fingers, that action was followed by him teasing at your hole. “Wait Val, are you not gonna use lube—“

“Lube? Are y’a kidding me? ¡Shut the fuck up, puta! You should be crying tears of joy that I’m even prepping your undeserving ass.” Was all he said, before his fingers divulged into your tight hole, letting his other hand paw at your bits teasingly before pushing in a third finger inside you. The sensation was both pleasurable due to his aphrodisiac like spit and painful as it was all so sudden, it also felt as if he was claiming ownership over your body once more. Tears begging to role down your face at the stretch.

"You’re such a fucking slut, getting off on this, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice husky with desire yet stern. "You like acting like a desperate bitch in heat and piss me just so I can punish you, isn't that right, mariposa~"

As he spoke, he began to thrust his fingers in and out of your heat, pounding into you relentlessly. Each thrust caused your hips to rock forward, meeting his rhythm eagerly. Slightly letting reach down further, just close enough for his tongue to scoop your tears.

You could feel your body responding to the invasion, your hole tightening around his fingers, begging for more. Despite the pain, it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the pleasure building inside you.

"No! Stop, please, Val!" you pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Instead, he added another finger, stretching you wider. The sensation was both terrifying and arousing, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Eso es," he growled, his voice laced with lust. "tómalo todo, you filthy whore."

Just as you thought you couldn't handle anymore, he removed his fingers, leaving your hole gaping open and vulnerable. With a cruel chuckle, he stood up and unfastened his pants, revealing his massive harden cock, thick and veiny, throbbing with desire.

"Time to teach really you a lesson," he said, his eyes burning with hunger. "Get ready to scream, puta."

Without further ado, he positioned himself at your entrance, aligning his tip with it.

"N-no, please, Val—" you managed to utter out before he slammed into you without mercy, filling you up completely.

The sudden intrusion caused you to cry out even harder in both pain and pleasure. Your body shook violently as he started to thrust in and out of you.

Each powerful thrust pushed deeper than before, stretching you further than and further. Your moans turned into high-pitched squeals of mixed agony and pleasure, and your juices coated his member as he pounded into you relentlessly.

The bed creaked under the combined weight of their bodies, adding to the primal rhythm of your session. Your body bounced wildly with each thrust, nipples hardening further under the harsh treatment.

Your legs were spread wide apart, while your hands were still bound tightly to the headboard, rendering you helpless against his onslaught. You couldn't move, couldn't escape the intense pleasure building up inside you.

As he continued his brutal assault, your body adjusted to the his dick, becoming slightly accustomed to the stretching. Your walls tightened around him, milking him eagerly.

He groaned, his hips slamming harder against yours, his cock pounding deeper than ever. His hand reached up to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head forward forcefully, exposing your neck and throat.

"Open that filthy mouth," he growled, his breath hot against your neck.

You obeyed, parting your lips, and Valentino pulled back to spit directly into your mouth. The saliva was thick with frustration, a stark contrast to the usual sweet yet dominant taste of his kisses.

"Swallow it, bitch," he demanded, his voice full of desire. Your throat still constricted by one of his hands, yet you managed to swallow the bitter saliva, feeling it coat your tongue and throat.

The humiliation and degradation only served to heighten your arousal, your body quivering as his thrusts grew more frenzied. Your walls clenched around his shaft, urging him to go faster, harder.

"You like that, don't you? Of course you do!" he snarled, his grip tightening in your hair. "You love being treated like the worthless slut you are."

His words only served to fuel the fire inside you, your body shaking and writhing under his control. You couldn't help but whimper in response, your body betraying you with every moan.

Valentino continued to thrust into you, his pace relentless. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, ‘almost there’ you though.

Suddenly, Valentino pulled out, leaving you gasping for air, feeling empty and needy.

He quickly untied you from the headboard, dragging you onto your hands and knees, positioning you on all fours. His grip tightened around your neck, choking you just enough to make your vision blur.

"Don’t think I didn’t feel you clench around my cock, you ain’t cumming that easily," he hissed, his voice full of lust.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath, your eyes watering from the lack of air. He wasted no time, thrusting back into you, filling you up once more. This time, his thrusts were even more brutal, the angle hitting your g-spot with each plunge.

The choking intensified, making it even harder to breathe, yet you found yourself moaning louder, your body desperate for release. Your legs shook, struggling to hold you up as he continued to pound into you.

"You're mine, not any other overlord’s or fucking prince of hell, and certainly not that pathetic fucker from earlier, you hear me, Y/N?" he growled, his grip on your neck tightening.

You managed a nod, your voice strangled by his chokehold.

Valentino keeps his hold on your neck, as he brings one of his hand down onto your ass, leaving a stinging impact. The pain was a welcome distraction from the choking, making your moans turn into cries of pleasure.

He spanked you repeatedly, alternating between cheeks, leaving handprints on your flesh. The stinging sensation only served to heighten your senses, your body trembling with every smack.

"You're going to cum for me, slut," he promised, his voice low and menacing. "And you're going to beg for it." Following his words, the hand that was then on your neck was now grabbing at your hair.

Your body tensed, the pleasure building to an unbearable level. Your inner walls clenched around his shaft, milking him relentlessly as he continued to spank and thrust into you.

You couldn't help but comply, your voice hoarse from the choking. "P-please, Val, I need to cum!"

He chuckled darkly, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. "I said beg for it, you filthy little slut!"

"Please, papi, I need to cum, please! I need so, so bad, ‘can’t think! I just need to come, please, please, please Val!" you begged,

Your voice breaking with the intensity of the moment. Valentino smirked, his thrusts growing even harder, slamming into you with all his might.

Your body was at his mercy, your orgasm building to a crescendo. You could feel the wave crashing over you, your insides clenching around him, milking his cock as he continued to pound into you. One of his hands playing with your front.

"Cum for me, you worthless bitch," he growled, his own release nearing.

You cried out, your orgasm overwhelming you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Valentino followed suit, groaning loudly as he filled you with his seed, your body trembling as he came inside you.

He pulled out, leaving you panting and shaking, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body. Valentino stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead before lighting a smoke.

After taking some puffs at he grabbed your body once more, “V-Val??” You question in confusion, and the look he gives was so demeaning.

“Bitch, are y’a dumb? Don’t tell me you thought this was over already.” Was all he said before resuming….

Here you were, on the verge of passing out, body full of cuts, hand, teeth, and whip prints all over your body.

"You're lucky I love you," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of affection. "But don't you ever fucking test my patience again, amorcito."

You nodded, with the both of you knowing that it was a lie, you would definitely act out again.

Finally, your body lulled to dreamland.

⌁ Vox ⌁

Listen, despite his constant complaints about everyone's incompetence and having to clean up after their mess, he finds himself unable to do the same when it comes to you.

But, ‘fuck, did he adores your brattiness.’ It's not that he particularly enjoys dealing with your attitude; rather, it's the journey to the aftermath of your actions that captivates him. Overall, the right to fuck all of his day’s frustration into you!

Take, for instance, a meeting—perhaps not the most crucial, but still relevant, especially as it is concerning one of his latest products on the market.

Suddenly, you would barge into the meeting room, whining about him not giving you enough attention and accusing him of being all about work.

He would sweet talk you into silence until the meeting concluded, but that didn't imply you felt obligated to completely behave. As the meeting continued, you ended up seated on his lap, grinding yourself on his crotch.

Immediately after the meeting concluded and the conference room was emptied, he would lock the door. Then bend you over the spacious table, he pressed your head against the cold wood and proceeded to unleash a waterfall of insults, flowing from his mouth kin to water from a faucet.

He would fuck you so intensely that the both of you would almost lost sight of the initial cause. Almost, though you might have blurred the memory, he certainly hadn't. So as soon as his workday concluded, he would take you once again in his private quarters.

Forcing you to ‘repent for being such impudent slut,' reducing you to tears with his rough handling and verbal abuse.

Today was an incredibly dull day in hell. Wandering around the pentagram on the Vees' turf, you had an escort by your side as per Vox's requirement for taking a stroll outside.

There seemed to be nothing to do, or at least it felt that way. You managed to grab a cup of coffee, but beyond that, nothing fun was available, entering clubs required asking Vox's for his permission first. This ensured that he could assemble a larger entourage to guarantee your safety when you wanted to partake in the activity.

Despite your inclination to fuck with him, you refrained, recognizing that would be too much on his already overworked heart – he'd be more worried than irritated.

Opting for a tamer approach, you aimed to provoke him and get under his skin. Your goal was to distract Vox from his work, shifting his focus to entertain you. Making him jealous seemed the most effective strategy in your eyes, and that's where your escort, a tall and attractive hellhound, entered the scene.

Aware that Vox had eyes throughout the pentagram, particularly in this area, you initiated your plan with this knowledge in mind.

You strolled with your arm around the hellhound, falsely fawning over his looks and intellect, toying with his hair and even embracing him—all visible to Vox. Despite his busy schedule, Vox always kept an eye on you through the multitude of screens around pentagram city. And the sight of you so cozied up with the hellhound, left him seething.

What intensified the situation was your final gesture. As you bid farewell in front of the Vees' tower, you made the hellhound lean down for a thank-you kiss on the cheek, this fuelling your boyfriend's rage and insecurities. After that, you simply entered the building, mentally preparing for the upcoming interaction with Vox.

As you exited the elevator, Vox stood right in front, evidently having anticipated your return. As you locked eyes with him, the flames of anger and jealousy practically radiated from his gaze. It seemed your somewhat sadistic display had made a number on him.

"Hey, Vox, baby. How's it going? I thought you were too busy to step out of your office," you nonchalantly remarked, playing the coy card. Before you knew it, one of his clawed hands circled your waist, while the other firmly grasped your chin.

"Yeah, I was one incredibly busy man this morning, busting my ass to keep this shit show afloat. However, my partner seems to be utterly indifferent to it all. It looked as if they couldn't care less, with the way they were all over that hellhound-nobody," he remarks, his hand at your waist pressing into your skin.

"Oh, what on sweet hell could you be referring to?" you playfully feign innocence, this only aggravating your boyfriend's frustration.

"Do play games with me, whore. You know exactly what you were up to, the fact have eyes everywhere, and despite today's incident, I won't fire that guy because he's loyal." His face inches closer to yours, "If you were so desperate for my cock that you went out of your way to mess with me, you could’ve said so baby~ And I would’ve had you sucking me off as I work. But noooo, you just had to be be a a fucking slut and piss me off. Now let's see where that misbehaviour gets you, bitch.”

Now, bent over his lap, bottoms off, you endure the consequences as he delivers hits to your behind, while he casually sipped on a glass of whiskey;

You flinched slightly at each slap, but didn't dare to yell or struggle. Instead, you bit your lower lip and whimpered softly, your body trembling with each impact.

Your mind raced with thoughts of how much you deserved this punishment, how much you craved it.

"Please, sir, stop, it hurt ‘so much!" you whimpered between each strike, your voice cracking with each word. "I'll be a good, I promise."

"You’ll be good? Ha! What a fucking joke. You're lucky I don't break your pretty little neck right here and now. But since you asked nicely, maybe I'll i won’t hurt you as bad, this once. Now stand up straight and face me like the disobedient whore you are."

Slowly, you stood up straight, your legs trembling slightly as you awaited his next move. "Thank you, sir."

"That's better," he said putting his drink down on the nightstand, his voice laced with distain yet also a hint of satisfaction. "Now, strip for me."

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to push your luck or not. But then again, you knew better than to defy him twice in a row. Slowly, you took off your sweater, removing a layer of heat.

Next came the your top, you began to undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing your chest.

You stood there, naked and ass completely bare, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet somehow aroused by the power he held over you.

"Turn around," he commanded coldly. Reluctantly, you turned around, your ass wiggling seductively as you did so. "Now, get on the bed, all fours, and face the mirror."

You complied reluctantly, feeling your heart race with anticipation mixed with fear. You knew what was coming next, but it didn't make it any easier to endure. You could feel his presence looming over you, his heat radiating off his body.

"That’s it bitch," he praised, his voice dripping with false reassurance. "Now, spread your legs."

You widened your stance, exposing your parts to him, the scent of arousal filling the air around you. "That's a good whore," he complimented, his hand reaching out to grab your hair and pull your head back forcefully, so you would be looking straight at the mirror.

"Look at me," he growled, his eyes boring into yours through the reflection. "Do you understand what happens to misbehaving sluts like you?"

"No," you managed to croak out, your voice barely above the sound of your pounding heart. "I-I don't know."

"Then let me educate you," he said coldly, his hand reaching out to slap your ass hard enough to leave a mark. "This is what happens to disobedient whores like you." Meanwhile he had removed his other hand from your hair, using it it to play with your front, ‘how kind of him~’

With each slap, his hand left a stinging mark on your ass, making it throb with each impact. The pain mixed with the humiliation and arousal, making it difficult for you to think straight. You squirmed and whimpered, trying to escape the torment but knowing it was futile.

"Please, sir," you begged between slaps, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'll be good. Just give me something more, please."

"You're sorry now? Too late for apologies, greedy bitch," he spits. But after a moment of consideration, he seems to have a change of perspective. With a wide grin on his face, “Okay then,” he says, releasing you and getting himself confortable on the bed. “Crawl over here and worship my cock, and I’ll consider forgiving you."

With shaking legs, you crawled towards him, your eyes locked on his hardened member, throbbing with desire through the fabric of his expensive pants. You reached out and undid them, pulling down his boxers and wrapped your lips around the head. Taking as much of his cock into your mouth as you could.

"Fuck," he says a bit breathless, this followed by his hand roughly grabbing your hair and pulling your head back and forth, face-fucking you.

"That’s right, show me how much you want me, how much you need my cock inside you."

You moaned around his cock, sucking and slurping greedily, your tongue swirling around the head, trying to please him. Your hands reached up, grasping his thighs, leaving wrinkles on the fabric as you held on tightly.

"Good," he praised, his voice becoming more husky with desire. "Now, let’s go back to the previous position." He tells you, forcefully pulling you off his dick.

With that you had his hand at your hole, rubbing and teasing your entrance "Spread your legs wider, and besides that, don't move a muscle."

You obeyed, spreading your legs wider, exposing yourself fully to him. He continued to tease and torment you, spiting on his fingers, he then digs into your sensitive spot, making you moan and writhe in pleasure mixed with pain.

"Tell me you're mine, bitch, that you belong to me," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me you'll do whatever I want, whenever I want."

"I'm yours, Vox," you managed to choke out, your voice cracking with each word. "I'll do anything you want!"

"That's better," he purred, his fingers leaving your hole and moving to your nipples instead. He pinched and twisted them mercilessly, causing you to arch your back and cry out at the painfully mix of sensation.

"Now, beg me to claim you as my own, not anyone else,"

"Please, Vox, claim me as yours," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm yours, I belong to you. Take me however you want, whenever you want."

"Seems like your not completely braindead after all," he sorta praises, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Keep your legs open like that."

"Yes, Vox," you managed to mumble out, your voice trembling with fear and arousal.

“That’s it," his voice dripping with false affection. "You better be ready, because I’m still pissed."

Without warning, he grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back forcefully, exposing your neck to him. "This is for disobeying me earlier today," he growled, his sharp teeth shining in the light as he bit down hard on your neck. His teeth sank deep into your skin, sure to leave a mark.

As he moved to bite another spot, you writhed and squirmed beneath him, unable to escape his hold. His tongue darted out to clean up the blood that trickled down your throat. Meanwhile, his other hand reached between your legs one more, finding your front and playing with it vigorously, driving you wild with desire.

"You taste so fucking good, slut," he growled as his mouth was now at your lips, his voice hoarse with desire. "Don’t fucking play with me again like that what you did today, understand?"

"Yes, Vox," you managed to choke out between gasps, your body trembling with the combination of pain and pleasure. "I won’t.” A lie you were both aware of.

"That's a good bitch," he praised, releasing your neck and licking the mark he had left on your neck clean. His hands now solely focused on making you climax, in addition he would let out some electricity coarse through his and consequently your body.

Your body still trembling with the aftermath of his earlier assault, and his current touches weren’t helping you to stabilize. Your eyes rolled back as you felt close, ‘close to finally cumming.’

"Look at yourself, Y/N," he tells, his voice low and demeaning, well aware you couldn’t look at your self with the way we’re rolled back. "So fucking pathetic and needy for release… Beg for it.”

And so you did, "P-please, Vox... I need it so bad," you begged, your voice cracking with desire. "Please, let me cum."

His laughter reverberated in your ears as he continued to tease you mercilessly. "You want it so badly, don't you?" he asked, his fingers working faster and harder between your legs, more and more shocks divulging from him.

Your mind drifted away from reality as you felt the edge of orgasm getting closer and closer, your body tensing up in anticipation. "Please, Vox!" you cried out, unable to resist any longer.

"Do you understand now?" he asked, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Do you understand your place in this world and how you belong by my side only?"

"Yes, Vox," you managed to choke out, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing.

And a simple, “Cum.” was all it took for you to completely let go and the waves of pleasure take your body over….

You winced in pain while observing your reflection in the mirror. Bruises and bite marks adorned your body, and your swollen ass bore the aftermath of his restless assault. Dried tears stained your cheeks.

Then, Vox tenderly stroked your head, followed by a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Love you, babes, but don’t fuck with me like that again"

An ‘okay’ was all you had said before falling asleep.

✮ Velvette ✮

Despite possessing a sharp tongue herself, she has zero tolerance for sassiness or misbehavior. It's strictly 'her way or the highway, bitch!'

A single word out of place, and she'd swiftly grab your face, calling you out and issuing a stern warning to behave, unless you wanted to witness her truly angry.

Naturally, her warnings failed to deter you from persisting in your bratty behaviors; 'it didn't before, so why should it now?'

Turns out getting on Velvette bad side, wasn't as smooth sailing as your moment of unwarranted confidence led you to believe.

You might have casually stroll through her studio, engaging in conversation with her employees, consequently diverting their attention from work.

All this, despite their already tight schedule that you were acutely aware of, thanks to Velvette's hours-long bitching about it.

Nonetheless, you proceeded with your plan. In all honesty, given the hectic schedule leading up to the fashion show, Velvette had minimal time for you. Despite her efforts to squeeze out a few moments, the occasional 30 minutes a day left you unsatisfied.

If she wasn't going to provide the attention you craved, ‘you were determined to seek it elsewhere, easy peezy—‘ or so you believed.

Spotting you getting overly friendly with one of her models, she would forcefully pull you into a changing room, securing your wrist against the wall with one hand while using the other around your throat.

Insult would escape her lips as she vowed to in-still proper discipline in you in a more physical manner if simple phrases like 'I'm busy right now' failed to do the trick.

After leaving distinctive bite marks on your neck and collar, and leaving you with panting breath and puffy lips from an intense make-out session, she would resume her work. However, she would promise to teach you a lesson later that night as she exited the dressing room.

Honestly, among all three of the Vees, she was the only one with the decency not to do you in public.

"Today is already a mess, but you had to make it worse, you ungrateful bitch," Velvette exclaimed before storming out of her office, leaving you alone, bound, with vibrators attached to stimulate your body.

Now, how did it come to this? Let's rewind to 10:30 a.m.;

Velvette had overslept by an hour, throwing her entire schedule off, and in the world of fashion and social media, an hour is practically an eternity.

Despite consistently projecting an image of superiority, she was visibly rattled by being late. Knowing she couldn't control or turn back time, she relied on meticulous planning to leash the day. She's a bit of a control freak, if you hadn't noticed.

After a challenging morning of tackling voicemails and addressing urgent missed calls, Velvette managed to regain her momentum. Things were sailing smoothly until Valentino made an appearance.

Apparently, one of his employees had been shot in the face the previous night, resulting in a disfigurement that rendered them unable to participate in the planned movie.

Clearly frustrated, Valentino stormed into Velvette's studio to bitch about the situation, throwing things around and even ripping apart one of Velvette’s workers. This compelled her to call in a backup model, with rates that would disrupt her budget.

Not only did Velvette find this model too expensive, but she also disapproved of their overly flirtatious attitude.

And that's where you entered the picture, making her already lousy day even more exasperating. You had awakened about 10 minutes after Velvette, disturbed by her loud conversations on the phone.

However, it didn't bother you too much since your morning routine wasn't significantly affected by the late wake-up call. As Velvette's sugar baby and partner, she paid you to prepare home-cooked meals, be there to listen to her vent, and look good. As long as you weren’t the one who’s oversleep, you were in the clear.

In contrast to her hectic morning, yours unfolded at a slow and leisurely pace. You took your time with skincare and haircare, even savoring the breakfast you had prepared while Velvette rushed through hers to catch the elevator to her studio.

Despite disliking seeing her frowning and rushed in the mornings, you had held your tongue, aware that she wasn't in the mood to be told so. Besides, you couldn't help but smile when you noticed she had still laid out your outfit of the day despite her hurried state.

As half past noon approached, you descended in the elevator to her studio, carrying a warm lunch. Knowing she needed some persuasion to take a break from work and eat, even though she paid you to prepare her meals.

When she initially dismissed you upon your approach, it wasn't surprising. That was the usual routine. However, typically, after 15-25 minutes, she'd relent. Well, that was the norm. This time, an hour had passed, and she still adamantly refused to pause.

Bored and hungry, the usual scene of you two enjoying a shared meal and exchanging affectionate words was absent. Normally, you'd be showering her with praise, boosting her pride and motivation with each word. ‘This was how things were supposed to be,’ you thought, yet here you were, seated on a plush satin-covered chair in a corner of the spacious room.

Contemplating leaving altogether, considering nobody in the studio cared about your presence except Velvette, and she was currently too busy to notice. As you prepared to depart, a manicured hand rested on your shoulder.

"Well, hello there, sweetheart. What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" inquired the attractive woman with whom you soon found yourself engaging in conversation with. Unbeknownst to you, she was the backup model Velvette disliked but had to call in.

What you did know was that from her flirty attitude, to the fact she was feeling you up and the eye fucking she was giving you, that woman was definitely hitting on you.

You also knew you should have told her that you were with Vel, but after feeling ignored and abandoned since this morning, it felt refreshing to have someone finally pay attention to you.

Around 2:25 p.m., Velvette finally took a break from work, envisioning a moment to share lunch with you and perhaps find comfort in your embrace.

However, that dreamy scenario shattered when she looked your way and spotted 'that bitch Bridgette Bastia' not only flirting with you, her hand around your waist, but also eating away at HER LUNCH.

To make matters worse, Bridgette whispered things in your ear, leading to giggles.

Unlike Valentino, Velvette wasn't one to tear employees apart; she preferred the more elegant approach of firing them.

However, witnessing the girl cozying up to you fueled a desire in her to do something far less refined. She wanted nothing more than stab the chick to death(well, second death).

When Velvette confronted you about the proximity between you and the model, you had the audacity to respond with a cheeky "What's wrong, babes? Thought you were busy," accompanied by a sly expression and tone.

In a fit of rage, Velvette pushed Bridgette away and seized your wrist, forcefully ushering you into her office and slamming the door shut behind you;

"Today is already a mess, but you had to make it worse, you ungrateful bitch. Allowing that cunt to touch you so freely! Are you that much of a whore that you can't stand to not have someone laying their hands on you for a moment?" Velvette spat at you, accentuating her anger with a furious fist slam.

She yearned to make you suffer for intensifying her frustration, but hitting wasn't her style, and mere verbal assaults wouldn't suffice. That's when what she considered a brilliant idea struck her.

Utilizing her clothing transformation ability, she effortlessly rendered you completely exposed and bound with a mere swipe of her finger. Your once classy outfit morphed into an intricate arrangement of tied ropes, forming a captivating star-shaped pattern across your chest, in addition to a blindfold obscuring your vision, leaving you helpless in both movement and sight.

To escalate matters, she procured a vibrator from her office drawer and a ball gag she had used for a recent BDSM-themed shoot.

"You want to play the part of a needy slut, so I'll treat you as such," she whispered into your ear.

Following that, she attached the vibrator to your parts, setting it to medium vibration. It was intense enough to make your body react, but not strong enough to get you off.

"Behave until I return," she stated before departing, leaving you alone and exposed in the secluded offices.

Feeling the sensation of the vibrations consuming you, you clung to the hope that she was merely bluffing and would return soon.

Yet, you were well aware not to rely on that expectation. Once Velvette made up her mind, nothing you could say or do would alter her decision. ‘Knowing her, it wouldn't be surprising if she left you in that room until the end of her workday.’

As time passed the vibrations continued to pulse through your body, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and arousal. Velvette's actions were surprising but far from unpredictable. She had always been domineering and controlling, but this was on a whole new level.

You couldn't help but wonder how long you would be left like this, 3 hours had already passed by now, 2 more and the day would be over. ‘Did she forget you were in there, or was she intentionally keep you bound and stimulated to teach you a lesson?’

Your mind began to race with thoughts of escape. With your hands tied, it wouldn't be easy, but surely you could find a way to free yourself. The sensation of vibrator was becoming more intense with each passing minute, making it harder to concentrate on your predicament.

As you wriggled and squirmed, trying to find a way to release yourself, the door to the office creaked open. You tensed up, hoping it was Velvette, ready to release you from your captive state.

But instead, it was none other than Valentino, a cloud of red smoke surrounding him, and a smirk appearing on his face as he took in the sight before him.

"Well, well, look who we have here," Valentino drawled with his condescending smirk, his eyes inspecting your bound and stimulated form. "I guess you've managed to piss off our dear Velvette, huh? Serves you right. I've always known you were spoiled little bitch that didn’t know their place."

He sauntered over to you, his black heel boots clicking against the hardwood floor. "Thought you could get away with flirting with another woman right in her studio? You're a dumber than I if you thought she'd let that slide."

He leaned in close, his breath hot and rank against your ear. "She's got a mean streak, you know. You should have just waited patiently instead of pulling that kind of stunt. I’d keep my eyes peeled and my mouth shut from then on if I were you."

With that, Valentino turned on his heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving you alone in the room now filled with smoke with your humiliation and aching body…

About 10 minutes later Velvette stormed into the office, her face twisted in anger. She had received a text message from Valentino, no doubt gloating about the situation he had just witnessed.

Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene before her: you, bound and stimulated, with a look of both embarrassment and arousal on your face.

Velvette's lips curled into a sneer as she stepped into the room, a mixture of anger and amusement playing across her features. "What a fucking mess," she muttered under her breath, crossing the room to stand before you.

"I told you to behave, and this is what happens? Valentino gets a peek at your pathetic state," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She reached down and flicked the vibrators, making you flinch and moan softly around your gag.

"Oh, look at that, you're already soaking wet," she teased, her fingers tracing the contours of the vibrator attached to you. "I can't believe I have to deal with this. And here I thought you were smarter than that.”

Velvette couldn't resist the urge to taunt you further, her fingers gently probing your slick, throbbing intimates. She knew full well the effect it would have on you, and the way you squirmed only fueled her desire to humiliate you.

"You're so wet, darling. It's almost as if you enjoyed having Valentino see you like this," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I'll make sure to tell him how wet you got from the embarrassment. Bet that moth fucker would love that, and so would you."

Obviously you weren’t into Valentino, and seeing like that you was the last you had wanted. So of course you violently shook your head in didn’t disagreement at the mention of her telling him more about your current interactions.

Thought being rendered Velvette’s pathetic bitch was hot, and an observer only reaffirmed the situation. ‘So maybe him walking in wasn’t ‘that’ unpleasant—‘

Her fingers danced against your most sensitive spots, eliciting strangled moans from you. "You're such a terrible liar, you know that? I can always see right through you," she continued, her voice a mixture of anger and arousal.

Despite your frustration and embarrassment, you couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through you with each touch from Velvette's skilled fingers. Her words and actions were cruel, yet they only seemed to heighten your arousal. As some sort of grace, she had removed the gag from you.

"It's not my fault he came in here," you whimpered . "I didn't invite him."

"Oh, please," Velvette scoffed, her fingers continuing their dance. "You're always looking for attention, always seeking validation from others. It's disgusting." Obviously she knew what she was saying was bullshit but it was fun taunt.

She increased the pressure, your body arching in response. "You should be grateful I haven't given you to him yet. He'd probably enjoy watching you squirm even more than I do."

Her words stung, but they also fueled your arousal. You knew she was right; you did crave attention, and Velvette's treatment of you only made it worse.

"Please, Velvette," you pleaded, your voice barely audible. "I'm sorry. Just let me cum please." Hours of stimulation plus the added stimulation had become to much for you, if you didn’t cum soon you would go crazy.

Velvette smirked at your plea, her fingers slowing down for a moment. "Oh, you want to cum, is that so?" she purred, stepping closer to you. "And what makes you thing you deserve it, huh? After your behaviour today, you’re gonna have to earn it."

She reached down and untying the vibration, removing it from your body altogether. "Now, you're going to eat me out and beg for me to make you cum. If you do a good job, I might just let you."

You felt a mixture of relief and panic as the vibrators were removed. While your body ached for release, the idea of pleasuring Velvette made you both nervous and excited, especially because your climax depended on it.

"Don't disappoint me," she warned, her eyes locked on yours. "I'm not in the mood for any more disobedience."

With a final glare, she stepped back, giving you room to kneel before her. Your heart raced as you watched her unzip her pants, revealing pretty pussy.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes flicking between Velvette's smirking face and the task ahead of you. You could feel the tension in your body, the need to cum be touched overwhelming. But you knew you had no choice but to obey.

Mustering your courage, you lowered your head, your tongue darting out to trace the edge of Velvette's lace panties. The fabric was slick with arousal, and you knew she was already wet for you. She removed the arrival clothing herself as you were still bound.

With a deep breath, you began to lick and suck, your hands in fist to bring yourself some security. Velvette's hands threaded through your hair, guiding you as you tasted her.

"That's it, slut," she hissed, her voice low and dark. "Show me how sorry you are."

You redoubled your efforts, licking and nibbling at her skin, flicking your tongue against her clit. Velvette's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in your hair.

"Fuck, that feels good," she growled, her body arching into your mouth. "But you still haven't earned your orgasm."

You knew she was right, and you concentrated on pleasing her, your tongue working in tandem. Velvette's moans grew louder, her thighs shaking.

"You're doing well, Y/N," she said, her voice a ragged whisper. "But you still have a long way to go."

Velvette's voice was sharp, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled your head back. "Apologize for talking to that model," she demanded, her eyes like ice. "Admit that you were in the wrong,”

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. Saying the words would be humiliating, but you needed relief.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice breathy. "I shouldn't have talked to her. I was wrong."

Velvette's fingers loosened, her eyes narrowing. “Better,” she said, her voice still icy. "Now finish making me come, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum."

You augmented your efforts, your tongue working with renewed vigor. Velvette's moans grew louder, her body trembling.

"You're close," you murmured against her folds, your own arousal reaching new heights, despite being the one getting dominated it was still hot to see her all shaky.

Velvette's body tensed, her moans growing louder as you brought her to orgasm. Her release washed over you, her juices coating your tongue and face.

"Good bitch," she panted, her body shuddering.

With that, Velvette pulled you to your feet, your bodies pressed together. Her fingers found your front once more, teasing you before starting to jerk you.

"Spread your legs," she ordered, her voice harsh. "I want a good view of your pretty body."

You complied, your heart racing. Velvette's hands played you like a fiddle, her gaze locked on your face.

"You're so wet," she said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and anger. "No wonder Valentino was so fucking smug about it."

Your body throbbed, the need for release growing stronger. Velvette's hands moved faster, her gaze never leaving your face.

"Beg me for it," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Beg me to make you cum."

You hesitated, your breath hitching. Asking for her permission felt like a betrayal of yourself, but you needed relief.

"Please, Velvette," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I need to cum. Please let me cum."

Her fingers paused for a moment, her eyes locked on yours. "You're so desperate, aren't you?" she purred, her fingers resuming their pace.

She increased her pace, her hands toying with you with expert precision. Your body ached, your moans growing louder.

"Tell me how much you want it," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Tell me how much you need to cum."

You hesitated, your face flushing, but you needed her permission.

"I need it, Velvette," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I need to cum so bad."

Her fingers slowed, her eyes never leaving your face. "You better make a good show, slut," she said, her voice tight. "Or I'll make you wait even longer next time."

Velvette's hands going faster, your body arching in response. You could feel the orgasm building, your breath coming in short bursts.

"That's it, Y/N," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Come for me."

With a final surge, you came, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Velvette's hnads never stopped, her thumb brushing against your most sensitive part.

"That’s my good bitch," she said, her voice satisfied. "Now, I think it's time for a reward."

She pulled her fingers from your body, her eyes locked on your face. She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. The kiss was rough, her tongue probing your mouth.

Velvette pulled away, her eyes still locked on yours. "You'll learn to behave next time, won't you?" she asked, her voice soft but firm.

You nodded, your body still trembling from your orgasm. As much as the experience had been humiliating and degrading, there was something thrilling about it, too.

"Yes, Velvette," you whispered, feeling both exhausted and satisfied.

With that she untied you, dressed you back up and sent you on your merry way to your shared room…

𝐕 Valentino & Vox 𝐕

Is one cock truly not enough for you, greedy whore~

Firstly, what possessed you to believe that engaging in any kind of relationship with both of them was an intelligent idea? Dealing with one is bad enough, but two? Are y’a crazy bitch?! (By the way, the bitch is me, I need these motherfucker to tag team me. Now that this is said, no more interruptions.)

Initially, this situation would be chaotic, not only due to the on and off relationship these two shared but now, you're also giving them attitude? ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?!’

The atmosphere would swiftly shift, with Val embodying his short-tempered self, and Vox grappling with frustration, both using you as some sort of stress reliever as they would fuck you until they were relaxed.

Picture this: Val once again enraged at an employee, Vox desperately attempting to pacify him. You entering the room, trying to innocently retrieving your charger left there this morning—‘nothing too troublesome, nothing to escalate their moods, right?’

Well, not quite. The catch is that your attire was entirely off the mark. Despite it being a Wednesday, the designated day for pink attire as Val had explicitly stated, your outfit missed the mark.

And it wasn't just Val overseeing your wardrobe; Vox had explicitly forbidden overly revealing clothing, especially when walking through the Vees' tower where anyone could catch an eyeful of you.

The burning question on both of their minds, as you discreetly attempted to grab your belongings and make your exit, was: 'Why the fuck were you in that skimpy red outfit?!' (It’s also that fucking radio demon’s color! — Vox)

It wouldn't take long for the situation to escalate into a heated argument. You asserting your independence, claiming the right to wear whatever you pleased, and their response insisting you belonged to them, hence you would dress as instructed. In addition, you would also insults their masculinity and critiques of their chosen attire for the day, as some sort of pay back.

Controlling your clothing marked an expression of their intense possessiveness. Despite its occasional annoyance, you found it fucking thrilling to be both their lover and plaything.

And as you would flip them off and attempting to leave the room, you'd feel a pair of clawed arms wrapping around you, digging into your flesh and forcefully pulling you back in. With that you would end up all tied up, and edge by those two shitheads. Malicious grins plastered on their faces.

If 'dressing like a depraved bitch in heat and act out,' was what you whole heartedly desired, then they would just have to mold you into a well-behaved little thing, one way or another.

Eventually, you'd be so thoroughly overwhelmed and overstimulated that the thought of defying them, or anything thought for that matter, would be far from your mind. But ‘hey, a win is a win!’

The day kicked off on a hot, particularly for your two Overlord boyfriends….

Valentino tenderly woke you with a kiss on your hair, while Vox used tender words to bring you back to reality.

"Y/N, sweetheart, time to wake up," Vox said, your body jerking awake. As you rubbed your eyes, Valentino left a trail of kisses from your shoulder to jaw. "We wouldn't want our sweet Y/N eating breakfast alone," he whispered into your ear.

You pulled away the covers, stood up, and let out a satisfied groan as you stretched. Continuing with your morning routine, you decided to spice things up when having taken a glance at your fully laid out outfit of the day.

Facing your fully clothed boyfriends on the heart-shaped bed, you sensually removed your pajamas, earning a whistle from Valentino and an open-mouthed stare from Vox.

Fully nude, you executed a reverse striptease, putting on your fresh clothes with the same sexed up attitude you just had when shedding yourself of your pyjama.

Once dressed, you completed your look, including jewelry, hair, skincare, and makeup. Slipping away to the kitchen, you avoided the customary morning kiss, leaving your lovers slightly irked.

Your deliberate avoidance continued at the breakfast table, and although they were busy, your actions left them with a slightly sour mood due to the absence of the usual morning ritual.

Meanwhile, you reveled in the small power trip of influencing the moods of these powerful men with such little actions.

Several hours had elapsed, and it was now lunchtime. Knowing Val, he was likely already enjoying his meal, while your TV-headed boyfriend, Vox, was likely too absorbed in his usual surveillance to remember the existence of food.

Being the thoughtful partner you were, you whipped up something delicious and nutritious, heading to the underground watching room before Vox could realize his hunger and order his usual unhealthy fast food.

Despite his argument that the food he consumed you considered ‘shitty’ was quicker and simpler to get a hold of, you knew the toll it took on his energy, sleep, and mood swings. So once you became close enough to speak your mind, you had 'aggressively kindly' nudged him toward a better diet;

As the lift platform halted, holding a picnic basket, you walked the catwalk towards Vox's chair. Catching him fixated on the screens with no food in sight, you leaned in and playfully said, "boo!" prompting a high-pitched scream from Vox, earning a smirk from you and a groggy reaction from him.

However, his demeanor swiftly changed as he received the first kiss of the day from you and noticed the basket in your hand, realizing it was likely a meal you had prepared to share.

Grabbing the basket, he placed it on his desk and pulled you onto his lap by the hips. You both began eating, with you feeding him – a domestic sight only accessible to you and the other Vees.

As you continued to feed Vox, you couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him. You started grinding your hips against his lap, feeling his growing erection beneath you. Your hand slid up and down his thigh, sending electric shocks through his body. He groaned into his food, clearly enjoying the attention.

After you finished our meal, you stood up, playfully caressing the edge of his screen and smirking at the eager expression on Vox's face. "You know what, Voxy? You seem mighty stressed to me, and I feel it’s only right for me to do something about it, right?"

His eyes widened in anticipation, and you could see the hint of a blush on his TV screen. you leaned in close to his ear, your lips grazing the monitor as you whispered, "You wanted that, don’t you?. emphasizing your words by grinding against him once more.

Vox couldn't help but moan softly at the thought of what you had planned for him. His eyes darted around the screens, trying to find a way to distract himself from the tempting proposition, but that did nothing to help his heighten arousal.

As you began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, he bit his lip to stifle another moan. "I can't believe you're doing this right after lunch," he murmured, his voice trembling with desire. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that, right?"

You chuckled softly, a wicked glint in your eyes as you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. Your fingers deftly undid the final buttons and pulled his pants down, revealing his already hard member. A smirk graced your lips as you teased him by trailing your fingertips along the length of his cock.

Vox's breath hitched, his eyes closing tightly as he tried to maintain control. You leaned in closer, the warmth of your breath causing him to shiver. "You're so hard for me, Vox," you taunted, but soon got to the task ahead.

You eagerly took Vox's length into your mouth, you tongue tracing the vein that ran down the underside of his member. You sucked him diligently, your cheeks hollowing as you bobbed your head up and down, your eyes locked on his. Vox's fingers threaded through your hair, his breath coming in sharp gasps as the pleasure washed over him.

As the sensations built, his hips began to buck, his moans growing louder and more urgent. Just as he was about to reach his peak, you pulled back, a wicked grin on your face. Causing Vox to let out a dissatisfied whine.

So with a giggle, you stood up, you kissed the side of his monitor and quickly took your leave before he could fully register that you had left him panting and desperate.

As he regained his senses, his mood was certainly not the best,— let’s just say he was pissed when he was force to take care of the erection you had caused.

Continuing with your day, it was now a quarter past four, and you knew Valentino was still shooting. With the same mischievous spirit you had when you visited Vox, you headed to Valentino’s studio.

Luck was on your side as they were on a 10-minute break, so Val wouldn’t be bothered by your sudden arrival. In fact, he seemed delighted to see you, welcoming you with a hug that involved all four of his arms.

In return for his affection, you gave him some of yours, expressing it with a soft, sweet, and brief kiss. But of course, the overlord of lust and depravity wasn’t satisfied with such a short gesture, especially considering the state you’d put him in since that morning with your little stunt.

With two arms propping you up and the others encircling you, he pulled you in closer, one hand lifting your chin to bring your lips together. And oh, what a kiss it was.

Your kiss was far from gentle; it was a collision of desire and intensity, fueled by primal instincts and raw passion. He drew you closer, if that was even possible, his hands gripping you fiercely as your lips met with a hunger that bordered on desperation. There was an urgency to your embrace, a need to consume each other completely. Your mouths moved hungrily against each other, teeth clashing and tongues dueling in a fierce battle for dominance—a battle that Valentino obviously won.

His touch was possessive, leaving trails of fire in its wake as he explored every inch of your skin with a roughness that sent shivers down your spine. You responded in kind, your nails digging into his back.

Your kiss was a whirlwind of passion and desire, leaving you both breathless and panting when you finally parted.

As he lowered you down, you felt slightly dizzy, ‘must be Val’s toxins’. It was then that you noticed some staff members had stopped their work just to watch you, and you couldn't help but shoot Valentino a glare after assessing the situation as ‘that bastard knew you were being watch but didn’t say shit so that his employee stopped, even a simple wave from him would’ve have done the trick’. However, he only chuckled in response.

Taking his place in his director's chair, he stared at you intently before patting his lap. “Won’t you stay with papi and watch? After all, you did spend lunch with Voxxy. Won’t you do this for me, cariño?” he asked, his request momentarily distracting you from your thoughts.

It took you a moment to comply, your mind still processing the mention of lunch with Vox. ‘Had Vox told him what you’d done? Probably not, knowing Vox wouldn’t admit to being played like a fiddle by you. Then how—oh yeah, Vox took a selfie while you were feeding him, and he likely sent it to Val.’

With that revelation out of your mind, you settled into Valentino’s lap, one of his arms around your waist while the other had already started traced patterns on your thigh.

As the shoot began, you decided that Valentino should also get some of your ‘special attention’. With that in mind, you started to roll your hips. However, Valentino was quick to stop you in your tracks, his hand on your waist drawing you closer while the one on your throat and another on your thigh roughly squeezed the flesh as a way to say ‘stop’.

You listened to his warning, for a moment... stopping for 5 minutes or so before starting again, earning a hitched breath from the tall moth. His hold became more aggressive, slightly bending forward to whisper in your ear, “You’re really testing my patience, mi amor, and I’d suggest you stop unless you want me to fuck you right here and there in front of everyone.”

But you replied coyly with, “I don’t know what you're talking about,” emphasizing your words with another roll of your hips.

Despite Valentino being a sex maniac, just like Vox, he had grown too possessive to let others see you in such an intimate position, not even as punishment. So his current threat was all bark and no bite, and you both knew it.

He quickly realized that you knew, which caused him to ‘tsk’ and sit back. The man was too prideful to admit you were affecting him to the point where he couldn’t focus on his work properly. So his plan was to wait it out, to wait until the end of the shoot so he could put you in your place.

But by now, you knew him and his work too well. So, 30 minutes before it was over, you got up, informing Val that you had to go on a ‘bathroom break’. Of course, he allowed it, playing the role of the unaffected and non-retaliating.

But the catch that Valentino hadn’t anticipated was, this wasn’t a bathroom break; you had just run away without him noticing, leaving him to take care of his hard one just like you had done with Vox.

You giggled as you sat on your bed, thinking about how he would react when the shoot finally ended and everything clicked. And since you were already long gone, for time efficiency, he would just move on to the next shoot instead of chasing after you.

After all, he was on a time crunch; he probably only had 20 minutes or so of a break to take care of himself, definitely not enough time to find you and fuck you.

It was now 6 p.m., and you were out and about with Velvette, having grown close through your relationships with the two boys. She found you fun, and you could say the same about her. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary when she sent a text to each of them that she was taking ‘their bitch out to party’. As usual, she didn’t listen when they told her not to; she wanted to party with her bestie, and their boyfriends definitely weren’t going to stop her.

So there you were, clubbing hard, singing along loudly, dancing your ass off, and drinking in a manner that was definitely overindulgent, but who cared? You weren’t going to die from it.

As you were chatting it up with Velvette, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with quite the good-looking hellhound. He introduced himself as Marco and thought you were cute. He wanted to see if you could get drinks together, maybe exchange numbers. He was sweet and wasn’t forcing himself on you or anything, so you spoke honestly to him.

“I’m going to level with you, Marco,” you said. “Okay,” he replied.

“You seem like a very sweet hound, but I’m currently in a wonderful relationship with the loves of my life, or is it afterlife?—anyways, what I mean to say is thanks for the offer, but I can’t accept.” You rambled due to the alcohol already in your system, and Marco expressed that he understood and was happy for you.

But then an idea came to mind. “But could I actually ask you a favour, Marco?” you inquired.

“Sure, as long as it’s not too extravagant of an ask,” he replied.

“Never. Anywho, I was wondering if you’d be down to take a selfie with me, nothing too intimate, but you’d be holding me in it, like a really close hug. I want to tease my boyfriends, and that’ll definitely do the trick,” you told him.

He pondered for a second, then a “Sure, why not?” came out.

And so the selfie-taking proceeded. You followed through on your words, nothing but his hands around your waist. You knew that would get another rise from your ‘tv head and moth man’ when they saw your new Sinstagram post.

Were they going to do anything to Marco? No. You’d say something along the lines of ‘I’ll never forgive you’ and give them the cold shoulder if they did. Plus, they’d know this was just teasing, nothing more. If you had intended to make them furious, you would have kissed the guy.

Putting your phone down after posting the selfie with a couple of different pictures from the night, you soon felt it buzz. Looking at the notifications, they were texts from Vox and Valentino. But in your drunk and teasing mindset, you decided to ignore them, just shooting a glance at Velvette, which she understood meant ‘you can text them if they ask about me, but I won’t be doing it.’

She only rolled her eyes at that look but then chuckled at the thought of the state you probably had Valentino and Vox in, because those guys had some serious jealousy issues.

9 p.m. had hit, and you and Velvette had decided you were good for the night. So, calling your driver, you waited by the curb.

“You know they’re going to fuck the shit out of you for that little picture,” she said before taking a hit of her vape.

“Oh, I’m counting on it. That’s why I already left both of them high and dry separately today,” you replied. She looked at you, surprised for a second, then burst out laughing.

“Bitch, you’re crazy! That’s why I like you, though.” With that said, the car had finally arrived, and in about 15 minutes, you were back at the tower.

Velvette had shot you a teasing ‘good luck’ once you both had stepped out of the elevator on the last floor.

You took off your shoes before entering your room. Pushing the door open, you were met with your two boyfriends sitting on your bed, staring straight at you. They must have been waiting for your return.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence, Val. It’s our little professional photographer," Vox remarks, his tone laced with amusement and spite.

"Oh, indeed, Vox. It seems that truly adore the art, don't they? So much so that they’ll snap a pic at any given opportunity, regardless of who they're doing it with." Val adds, his words carrying a subtle innuendo.

"Oh please, it was just a hug," you retorted dismissively as you turned away from them, starting to change out of your outing clothes.

"Just a hug? JUST A HUG?!!" Valentino's voice rose with indignation. "That mutt was practically fucking you!" he exclaimed. Despite Valentino's tendency to exaggerate, he was jumping to the guns, Marco hadn’t even been groping you, but you refrained from pointing that out.

"That hellhound shouldn’t have been in your vicinity, point blank," Vox added, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Valentino's statement.

"You two are such babies, you should stop fussing over a little selfie already," you scoffed, turning your head to look at them as you removed your last article of clothing.

Retrieving a towel from your drawer, you mentally decided it was time for a shower. In their minds, however, they were planning to make you pay for that picture and for teasing them earlier in the day.

In your mind, you were now going to take a shower, seeking solace in the calming embrace of warm water. However, in their minds, they had already made a silent pact to exact retribution for the audaciousness you had when snapping that picture and your teasing behavior throughout the day.

As you reached for the bathroom door handle, on of Valentino's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards the bed. His grip was firm but not painful, leaving no doubt that you were not going anywhere until they had made their point clear. Vox stood up and joined him, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he towered over you.

"We'll show you what happens when you play with fire, brat," Valentino growled, his voice low and threatening. Vox nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Valentino's anger.

Before you could protest or plead, they had you pinned down on the bed, your struggles met with their iron grip. Their faces hovered over yours, their anger palpable in the way their eyes burned with intensity.

Vox and Valentino started discussing strategies on how best to punish you for your transgressions, right in front of you.

"We need to teach them a lesson," Vox declared,"Something... memorable."

"Agreed," Valentino chimed in, tightening his grip on you as you tried to shuffle around "Something... painful."

"Yes, yes, something painful," Vox echoed, rubbing his temples in frustration. "We need to make sure they knows who the boss is here."

In unison, they nodded ominously, their plans solidifying rapidly.

"This is what happens when you toy with us, bébé~" Valentino hissed, his free hand reaching for a belt that he kept nearby. The sound of leather hitting flesh echoed through the room as he brought it down on your thighs, the sting of each blow making you yelp in pain and surprise.

Vox watched with approval, his own arousal growing as he saw the marks forming on your skin. He moved closer, his fingers tracing the lines that Valentino was creating.

"You see this, doll," Vox purred, his voice low and seductive, "you see what you make us do when you behave like a brat. We don’t like hurting you,” a lie. “but can’t just let you do whatever, we do not tolerate petty disobedience, I thought you’d knew that by now."

His fingers trailed down to your chest, playing your now perked nipples. You squirmed beneath their touch, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through your veins.

Valentino paused momentarily, the belt falling limply to the side. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered "Remember this, cariño. We may love you, but that doesn’t mean you got free reins to be a bratty ass bitch."

With that, he released you, stepping back to allow Vox his turn. The television-headed demon's gaze never left your face as he took the belt from Valentino, his eyes flickering with anticipation.

Vox cracked the belt across your ass, the sharp sting catching you off guard. You cried out, your body arching involuntarily as the pain seared into your skin. But then, an unexpected warmth spread through you, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that you couldn't quite comprehend.

Valentino watched from the corner of the room, his eyes locked onto your reactions. As you writhed beneath Vox's hand, he began undressing, slowly revealing his muscular form. He wore nothing but a pair of black silk boxers that did little to hide his arousal.

Once naked, he walked over to you, his steps confident and assured. He picked up a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand and began to tie your hands behind your back, securing your mouvement firmly. As the cuffs tightened, a jolt of arousal was sent through you.

Vox continued spanking you, alternating between the belt and his open palm. Your skin turned a darker shade, a testament to your punishment. Yet, despite the pain, you couldn't deny the rush of lust pulsating through your veins.

Finally, Vox stopped spanking you, satisfied with the sight of your reddened cheeks. He stepped back, admiring his work, before whispering softly, "Such a bad little thing, aren't you? But don't worry, we won't leave you like this. We're going to give you what you deserve."

Valentino knelt beside you, his eyes glinting with desire. He gently stroked your hair, whispering soothing words into your ear, "It's okay, amorcito. It's all going to be okay. Just let go."

Their words, combined with the physical pain, pushed you further into a state of heightened arousal. You felt your body responding to their dominance, your core throbbing in anticipation.

Valentino stood up, motioning for Vox to join him. They exchanged a heated glance, their shared desire evident. With a nod, they moved towards you, Vox taking your legs while Valentino held your torso. Together, they positioned you on your knees, your ass lifted invitingly.

Valentino reached for a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand, pouring a generous amount into his hand. He rubbed it on your entrance, preparing you for what was to come. Your breathing hitched as his cool touch met your heated core, sending shivers down your spine.

Quickly after, Vox moved behind you, his erection hard and ready. He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing briefly to grab your hair and look into your eyes. There was a mix of fear and lust in your gaze, and he smirked, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you.

With a swift thrust, he entered you, filling you completely. You gasped, your body adjusting to the invasion. His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust pushing deeper inside you.

Valentino watched intently, his cock equally hard and ready. He practically couldn't wait for his turn, but first, he wanted to see the full effect of their domination on you.

Vox increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. His grip on your hair tightened, his other hand holding onto your hip for support. Each time he slammed into you, your breasts bounced enticingly, drawing Valentino's attention.

"Look at them, Vox," Valentino said, his voice thick with desire. "See how much they wants this. How much they needs this."

Vox grunted in response, his movements becoming more erratic. He pulled you back, using your hair to lift your head, and you found yourself looking straight into his cyan-colored eyes.

"That's it, whore," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "Take it like a good little slut."

Valentino joined in, running his hands over your body, pinching your nipples roughly. His touch was both tender and cruel, eliciting moans from you.

"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a soft purr. "You love when we’re mean to you, bitch~"

Vox then pulled you up into a chokehold, applying pressure to your throat. You struggled slightly, but the combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming. Your body arched involuntarily, your climax approaching rapidly.

The pressure on your throat intensified, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Your vision blurred, your world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through you. Everywhere Vox touched felt electrified, every thrust of his hips driving you higher.

"Cum for me, bitch," Vox snarled, his voice hoarse with desire. Valentino continued to play with your nipples with his top hands, as his bottom ones took care your front.

Your release was imminent, the pressure building within you threatening to burst. You mewled, your muscles clenching around Vox, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave.

As you climaxed, Vox continued to choke you, his movements becoming wilder. You felt him swell inside you, his soon reached his climax.

Finally, he came, roaring your name as he filled you completely. He held you in the chokehold for a few more seconds before releasing you, allowing you to catch your breath.

Your breathing was hieratic as you felt your body plot down against the mattress. But to bass for you they didn’t intend on letting you rest.

Valentino stepped up behind you, his erection still throbbing. Without warning, he entered you from behind, his movements slow and deep. The sensation of being filled so so only after your first climax was quite the overstimulating one.

Without warning, Valentino pushed your head into the mattress, your face buried in the soft fabric. You gasped, feeling the sudden loss of control. He spanked you again, the sting mixing with the lingering ache from earlier.

"That's right, bitch," he growled, his voice rough. "Stay quiet. Take what I give you."

His thrusts became faster, his hips slamming into you with each movement. You could feel Vox's semen leaking out slightly, only to be replaced by Valentino's relentless pursuit.

Each strike of his hand echoed through the room, punctuating the sounds of your moans and their grunts. The pain and pleasure merged, creating a symphony of submission.

Valentino's fingers dug into your hips, gripping tightly as he pounded into you. Your body responded, moving with his rhythm, your inner walls milking him with each thrust.

Despite the pain, you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being owned, of being taken by these powerful beings. Their dominance over you was absolute, and it excited you beyond measure.

As Valentino neared his own climax, he tightened his grip on your hips, his thrusts becoming more frantic. Your body shook beneath him, your second orgasm building quickly.

"Come for me, slut," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. "Let me hear you scream!" He said as he pulled your hair, contradicting his previous statement about wanting you to be quite.

You complied, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Your entire body convulsed, your nails digging into the mattress as you screamed his name.

Valentino roared, his release pulsing inside you. He stayed still for a moment, catching his breath before withdrawing slowly.

As he stepped away, you collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. The room was silent, save for your labored breaths.

Before you could recover, Valentino had wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. He entered you from behind, his size stretching you wide. Your body trembled, your nerves overwhelmed by the dual invasion.

Following suit, Vox positioned himself in front of you, his erection already hard once more. Without warning, he slid back into you, his length filling you from the front. You cried out, your body protesting the overstimulation.

"Shhh, calm down ‘bébé’," Valentino whispered in your ear, his voice husky with desire. "We're not done with you yet."

Vox started thrusting, his movements slow and measured. Valentino followed his lead, their rhythms meshing perfectly. Your body bounced between them, caught in a vice of pleasure and pain.

They didn't care about your limits, your protests falling on deaf ears. Instead, they reveled in your discomfort, their own desires guiding their actions.

Their faces were etched with concentration, their eyes locked onto yours. They seemed almost hypnotized, lost in the act of taking you.

As they continued to thrust into you, their movements became more synchronized. Their bodies moved as one, their hips slapping against each other. In sync, they leaned in, capturing each other's lips in a fierce kiss.

Tongues tangling, their passion was palpable. It was a display of obsession and possession, leaving you breathless.

But their focus wasn't solely on each other. With one hand, Valentino gripped your hair, twisting it gently. Vox reached around, caressing your chest roughly.

Their kiss broke, Vox shifting his gaze to you. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue delved deep, claiming you as his own.

When he pulled away, Valentino took over, his lips crushing against yours in a brutal kiss. His hands wandered, cupping your face, and then moving down to your neck.

Between kisses, they continued to fuck you, their bodies merging with yours. Their actions spoke volumes - you belonged to them, and you should know better than to fuck with them.

With each kiss, your body grew more sensitive, your mind clouded with lust. Vox and Valentino fed off your reactions, their desire escalating.

"That's it, baby," Valentino murmured against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. "Let go for us." He said as he let his hands wonder down to your front to increased the sensation.

Vox nodded, his thrusts growing more forceful. "Yes, cum for us."

Between kisses, they increased their pace, their movements relentless. Your climax built quickly, your body shaking beneath them.

Finally, you came, screaming into Vox's mouth. Their thrust not relenting as they chased their own orgasm.

As Vox and Valentino neared their climaxes, their thrusts grew more desperate. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling with yours. Their gazes locked, a silent agreement passed between them.

With a roar, Valentino thrust deep inside you, his release spilling within you. At the same time, Vox claimed you once more, his cum joining lover’s.

You all panted heavily as they remained inside you, enjoying the aftermath of their conquest.

In the silence that followed, you lay between them, exhausted and spent.

Some ‘I love you’s were shared as you all drifted off, it looks like showering will a ‘tomorrow’ type of task…

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[stevie-petey]

dibs

“Jinx!” Again, they say this at the same time. They both groan, and without any other words, they jump into an intense game of rock, paper, scissors.  “One, two, three!” Steve holds out a rock, Robin does as well, and the two teens almost strangle one another.  They try again, this time they both land on paper, and Robin throws her head back in frustration. “I’m not good at math, but this cannot be statistically possible.”

Summary: do the laws of dibs still apply if steve and robin see you at the same time ???

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 1.4k

Before you swing in: this is for my beloved val (@southelroy), and i was so excited to try my hand at writing robin and steve together <3 this is a very silly fic, not at all meant to be realistic or serious, and it isnt proofread so pls enjoy n beware !

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According to the ancient rules of “dibs”, the first person who sees the desired one has the rightful claim of dibs. Anyone else present during this time must obey this sacred rule, respecting the fact that the other has laid claim first. It’s an old, ancient tradition, held up for centuries through faithful friendships. 

It’s a solid system, really.

Except Steve and Robin see you walk into Family Video on the same day, at the same time, together. 

You walk in, hair slightly wet from the rain and your eyes bright, and smile at the two of them shyly. Setting down your umbrella, you unbutton your raincoat and look around the store. “Sorry, is it okay if I hide out in here for a bit? My umbrella broke and I really don’t feel like catching a cold.”

Steve and Robin stare at you, wide eyed and in shock. They’ve never seen you before, they surely would’ve remembered your face if they had, and their brains short circuit simultaneously. 

When they don’t say anything, you cautiously walk up to the counter and laugh nervously. “Uh, hello? I can leave, if that’s what you’re trying to say.”

“No!” Steve shouts, panicked that the word “leave” has left your very pretty and pink mouth. When you flinch at his raised voice, he quickly clears his throat and lowers his voice. “I–uh, I mean… No, no. You can stay–please! I mean, if you don’t mind, ‘cause, ya know, it’s raining–”

“What my coworker here is trying to say is that you can definitely stay.” Robin interrupts, admiring the way the raindrops in your hair seem to form a halo. “In fact, why don’t you have a look around? We have plenty of movies.”

You smile at Robin, which she practically melts seeing. “Thanks, you guys are lifesavers. I’m here visiting my cousin, and he said I should stop by anyways.”

“What, do we know him?” Steve asks, finally finding his voice again. 

“His name is Dustin Henderson, if that helps. He’s a freshman at Hawkins, said he stops here sometimes–”

“Dustin Henderson is your cousin?” Steve and Robin say at the same time, completely taken aback. 

You laugh. “Ya know, I’ve gotten that a lot since being in Hawkins. I take it he’s well known?”

“Oh, he’s definitely well known.” Robin snorts, thinking about how many people would scream at the idea of more Hendersons running around the world. 

But if they’re anything like you, then Robin thinks she’d love to be invited to a Henderson family reunion. Immediately. 

“Well,” you smile again at the two teens, amused by their weird dynamic. You can see why Dustin likes them so much. “Since I’m stuck here for a while and I promised Dustin I’d get a movie, I’m gonna take a look around as suggested.”

You pause, now realizing you haven’t asked for their names, and you gasp. “I’m so sorry! What are your names? I feel horrible for not even asking.”

“You could never do any wrong,” Steve sighs dreamily, leaning against the counter in what he hopes is a cool looking pose. “I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

He sticks his hand out for you to shake, which you accept with a slight giggle. He’s odd, but incredibly endearing even if he’s currently standing against the counter like a middle-aged man. “I’m Y/N Henderson.” 

Robin, sensing what Steve is trying to do, hip checks the boy so that he falls onto the ground. “And I’m Robin Buckley, the better half of this duo.”

Like hell she’s going to allow him to flirt with you. 

Her declaration makes you laugh, even as poor Steve groans on the floor in pain. You wink at her, amused by her charm, and start to walk towards the movie aisles. “Oh, I believe that.”

Steve scrambles back up, and the second you’re out of earshot, he and Robin immediately shout at the same time, “Dibs!”

“Jinx!” Again, they say this at the same time. They both groan, and without any other words, they jump into an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. 

“One, two, three!” Steve holds out a rock, Robin does as well, and the two teens almost strangle one another. 

They try again, this time they both land on paper, and Robin throws her head back in frustration. “I’m not good at math, but this cannot be statistically possible.”

“Okay, let’s think about this.” Steve holds a finger up to indicate that he’s speaking, which Robin scoffs at. “I saw her first, so–”

“Uh, news flash, dingus: I saw her first.”

“Were you dropped as a child? I clearly saw her first–”

“Actually,” your voice causes both Robin and Steve to turn in horror, realizing too late that you’ve been standing behind them, listening in. “You both saw me at the same time, so I’m not sure how the rule of dibs applies here.”

“We…” Steve gapes at you, speechless. 

Robin is no better, her face burns horribly. “We think… You’re pretty?”

“Well, I gathered that much.” You laugh again, and the sound is enough for both Steve and Robin to forget all their worries and admire how delicate it is. Then, holding up two dvd’s, you place them on the counter. “I’ll take these, please.”

Robin looks down at your movie selection, seeing The Breakfast Club and The Outsiders, and her heart drops. “Just… Just these?”

“Mhm,” you nod, unsure why her demeanor has suddenly changed. “Is there something wrong with my movie selection?”

Steve looks at Robin and he knows immediately what’s wrong. She absolutely hates your taste in movies, which he’s ecstatic over. He lets out a whoop and first bumps the air. “Yes! She’s mine!”

“Shut up, you moron!” Robin screeches, embarrassed and infuriated. She cannot believe that this is happening to her right now, in front of a very pretty girl, no less. Closing her eyes, Robin takes a deep breath and turns to you. “Please excuse my friend, he’s allergic to pretty girls.”

“Hey, that’s not true–”

You cross your arms at Robin, an amused smile on your face. “What’s so wrong with my taste in movies?”

“Nothing!” When you raise your eyebrow at her, Robin accepts her fate and gives in. She knows she’s done for now. “It’s just… It’s incredibly bland.”

“I happen to think your taste is impeccable, Y/N.” Steve butts in, batting his eyelashes at you for added effect.

Robin watches, with pure disgust, as it works. Steve’s charm gets you to laugh once more, and you even lean closer to his side of the counter. You place a hand on his arm. “I’m honored to have you on my side, then.”

Stupid Harrington and his stupid male species. 

While you and Steve exchange gross lovey-dovey glances, Robin rings up your movie rentals with disdain. 

“That will be $5.25, please.” She mumbles, crestfallen. 

You tear your eyes away from Steve’s and notice the jealousy and hurt on Robin’s face. You frown, feeling bad for being the cause of this. She seems like a sweet girl, and Dustin spoke highly of her, so you know she’s someone special. Taking some cash out of your purse, you hand it to Robin and catch her eye. 

“Hey, listen to me real quick.” Robin looks up, despite not wanting to, but your eyes are too pretty not to look into. When you have her attention, you turn to Steve. “Can you give us a second?”

He looks bewildered. “What? Why?”

“If you leave now, I’ll give you my number.”

“Yes ma’am!” Steve hops over the counter and goes to sort some movies, leaving you alone with Robin. 

Once he’s gone, you lean in close to her. “I understand what you’re going through.”

Her eyes widen, terrified she’s been caught. “W–what? No, I think you’ve gotten this all wrong–”

“It’s okay,” you grab her hand, gently take it between yours. “We’re more alike than you may think, and while I’m flattered, you’re too young.”

Robin knows she should be devastated by this, but all she hears is, “So… Let’s say ten years from now, if you happen to visit Dustin again…”

You laugh, she’s got such a spark to her. “You’ll have to figure out the whole ‘dibs’ thing by then with Steve.”

“I saw you first!” Steve shouts from somewhere in the aisles, before a giant crash follows. A few seconds pass, and then, much quieter this time, he shouts, “I’m fine!”

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[jinkiezzsstuff]

I know you wrote something similar. Can I request Valentino finding an excuse to spank bunny reader who's usually very obedient. She isn't doing anything bad compared to a lot of the other stars. He just reached for an excuse to tell Y/N she's naughty and spank her. She's perfectly fine with being spanked because she secretly loves it.

Smut plz!!

woooot i love bunny reader! thank you so much for this request sorry it took me forever to get to it i have been busy, i hope you enjoy it. also sorry it’s short but it was nice writing something that was short and easy to break the block <3

warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering only, spanking kink, valentino, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bunny reader, pet names, val’s a dick but like not always to you, not proofread i’m lazy teehee, i think that’s it? swearing :)

Valentino watched you prancing around the studio, your little tail flickering behind you. He tasked you will setting out some refreshment for the stars as you weren’t currently on the job, just here to watch and sit pretty alongside your Tino.

You were royalty around here and everyone knew it, you were Valentino’s yesman, he asked you did, he beckoned you followed. Lucifer forbid anyone made a mistake around you, you’d go hopping straight to the big boss, snitching to Valentino about what the others did.

You rarely got punished as well, Valentino never really attempted to quell his anger issues or explosive episodes, but when it came to his little bunny, he thought twice. You were a sensitive little demon and though he couldn’t care less about the tears- the fits you threw weren’t worth the short satisfaction of yelling at you. So it came to everybody in the studios surprise when Valentinos wings splayed out wide, scowl on his face as he watched you bend over to pick up the cup you had knocked over.

You looked over your shoulder and up at him, his body cascading shadows over you, wings out and hairs on end. Your lip puckered out as you stood, cup in hand, liquid on the floor. “Aí bunny you know better then this. All these expensive wires and cables. I can’t do my job without them.” Valentino hissed glaring down at your through his glasses, your ears had fallen behind you sad and droopy.

“I’m sorry Val, I won’t do it again.” You squeaked out meekly, not used to being at the receiving end of his anger. “No, you won’t,” Valentino hummed out voice laced with false kindness. “Private room.” The moth cooed at you, wings falling to his side as he turned and walked off toward said private room.

The others in the studio looked at you with little remorse, everyone had to put up with his anger, you weren’t special or getting any pity because you’re finally facing Val on one of his short temper days. Tears clouded your eyes, blurring the room as you walked, thankfully seeing wasn’t needed as you had the studio layout memorized.

You walked into the private room on autopilot thinking of all the mean things Valentino was going to say to you. Opening the door, Valentino sat, your surprise, calmly. Sucking large huffs of hot pink smoke into his lungs he waited, legs and wings splayed out, just for you. Closing the door behind you, you stood stiff by it awaiting to be told what to do.

Valentinos hand lifted, finger beckoning come hither, his gaze fixed in front of him not even looking at you. Frowning, you scuttled over like the prey you were until you reached his stuck out knee. That’s when he looked at you, removing his sunglasses he grinned widely. “You know, I hate to punish such a pretty whore, but ah, that’s how it is~” Everything he said was smooth and sultry, making your legs inadvertently clench. Patting his thighs with one set of arms, the other left arm coming up to the small of your back. “Bend over~ I won’t bite,” As you bent over his thighs, he leaned down and whispered in your hear: “Yet.” Before darkly chuckling.

It started with one wack, but it progressed quickly ending with him kneading your ass with two of his hands, with one stayed attached to his pipe. “Look at’chu baby, you’re a mess~” He sneered at you pulling your skimpy underwear to the side to play with the slick you had accumulated. “All for you, you’re the only one who can get me off without the cams,” You admit breathlessly between whines of pleasure.

Valentino chuckled darkly, slowly and teasingly filling you with two of his long fingers. A groan of pleasure with full timbre echoed within your chest at the feeling of him, not only did he have you off in some room like the whore you were for him, but he wasn’t really mad. He realistically wouldn’t have been so quick and kind with his affections.

“I bet you spilt it on purpose, just to have me spread you out, filthy thing.” Valentino spoke with an amused tone as he watched you squirm agaisnt his slow prodding. “Yes always want your attention,” You whined attempting to back up into the pimps thrusts, but he kissed his teeth disapprovingly at you. “Oh little conejita, you’ve been so good, i’ll give you mercy.” Without another word Valentinos finger’s vigorously thrusted in and out of you, curling to hit that spongey spot inside of you. Gripping his thigh, you cried out and wheezed the last of your breath as your orgasm came rough and fast. Stars twinkled uncomfortably in your vision as your felt his warm fingers leave your body, making you whimper.

Above you Valentino licked his fingers clean, long tongue slithering around his digits like a starved man. With an evil giggle, he pushed you off his lap and stood. “Maybe next time i’ll give you all of me, hmm?” You groaned at his remark, lifting yourself up enough to watch you leave, you’ll definitely have to get him back for this.

[stolasdearest]

hi! how are u? hope you're doing great <3

can i request separate headcanons with Alastor and Vox x Male reader who is sweet and kind but has anger issues? or just gets frustrated easily

Vox x Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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Alastor x Reader˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Reader is Male!

Not Proofread

♪ He sees your anger issues and short temper troublesome but chooses to work with it for you, because he loves you :3

♪ He also sees your niceness and kind heart as a hindrance, Often you just take peoples abuse and cruel words. He does however revel in watching you snap if they push too far

♪ the others quickly learn he tiptoes around your short temper, learning what angers you and using it against you in a funny way whenever he wants

♪ if you wanna date Alastor with a short temper learn to not take his banter seriously, If you react he'll just continue

♪ Does step back if he notices you're actually about to fly off the wall in anger. He knows he could easily subdue you but where's the fun in that?

♪ often enjoys how sweet you are, towards him at least; don't get too friendly with anyone else now.

♪ was honestly a bit perplexed in your mood switch the first time but Swiftly played along with it

♪ if you get too carried away he just places his hand on your head and pushes you down, grounding you as he shushes you

♪ often finds you getting frustrated over small things fun, The food isn't tasting right? Your pants got caught in the door? Some fucks are talking too loud? His eyes always snap to you to see your reaction to things, a Static-y laugh being heard a few seconds laugh

♪ like Alastor he finds your lack of anger management troublesome, infuriating even. He's hesitant to bring you outside with him In case you blow up on someone..or something

♪ however in private he finds your stomping and tantrums endearing, when they aren't directed at him.

♪ NEVER let him catch one of his employees pissing you off, they are Dead immediately because he's had a long day and You've already broken a few things also he just cares about you but he won't tell you that

♪ he deals with Val, he deals with you. He too can get flared up but he stays pretty cool if there's someone else losing their shit

♪ part of him thinks you Naive and dumb, why are letting that guy speak to you in that way? And why are your knuckles turning white from holding your glas- oh welp there you go..

♪ puts his hands on your shoulders or hips if you "act out of turn" in public

"Doll, Time to relax"

♪ still not afraid to show you off, He's very big on PDA and making a good image for you

"this is my boyfriend, Y/N"

Is always one of the first things he says to new people he meets, you in toe; holding his hand

♪ is quite thankful for your sweetness sometimes because you step in when he's met his "nice business man" quota for the day

A/N AHHH FIRST MALE READER THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ANON!!!! :3

[i2valeri]

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I would go to war for sakai val.

< sakai 3 for todays drama enhypen surprises val and shows their love for her, but val can’t process that, because to her, who loves little old me? warning i laughed a lot because it was very chaotic (non proofread

valerie was anticipating that the seven boys would just barge into the dorms, so to her logical thinking, she somehow ended up in front of their dorm door. staring at the white empty wall.

and the perfect timing, hani proceeded to go to the convenience store leaving valerie all by herself. valerie curled up into a ball while staring at the door of the shared dorm, looking away for a tad bit until she would glance back sharply if she heard the slightest footstep.

valerie would wonder to herself, “what would hani do?” this was val’s mindset, she looked up to the older girl so whenever she didn’t know what to do, she would think what her practical sister would do.

valerie looked at the door once again, feeling disappointed, she stood up from the cold hard floor and gave up. “I guess they won’t be coming back any soon.” val landed on her feet and gained her balance again, she shook off the dust from her oversized hoodie and walked back to her room.

until… she had heard keys rattling and the door suddenly opening.

she gasped in a mix of excitement and uneasiness, running to the door and opening it. she stuck her head out of the door and saw not a single soul, was she that desperate to see another person she started hearing things?

valerie thought to herself, this time, she was greeted with disappointment actually. “you blew it val… they aren’t coming back right now…” she said to herself, until she heard footsteps behind her back.

she swiftly turned around…

and her eyes met with seven boys who had a cake, being held by heeseung reading out “we are glad your our member, val.”

“valerie!” heeseung smiled, showing her the cake. “thank you for being a good member to us for the past.. what… one week? I know things have been a little fast and we couldn’t get the opportunity to know each other more… but you’re someone who we know we can trust immediately ! thank you; thank you for keeping up with our idiotic and chaotic mess(es).” heeseung grinned like a little child, proud of what he said.

“valerieeeee !! we really think your the coolest member and we feel bad we couldn’t really talk to you and get to know you more despite the fact we were close with hani during I-land… your a great person and we hope you don’t really hate us because of how nonchalant you are sometimes.” jake beamed, but jungwon had elbowed him for the last sentence.

“thank you for being apart of our team, valerie.” jungwon gently handed the cake to the stunned girl that was cheesing so hard at the fact she realized how much they cared. “thank you guys. I didn’t realize you guys cared that much to get me a cake just because you noticed I was anti-social.”

“of course val, you're special to us— jay why the actual fuck are you crying?” sunghoon grinned ear to ear until his eyes landed on the sentimental jay who felt emotional after he heard everything heeseung and jake said.

“come on bro! men have emotions too…” jay wiped the tears flowing down his cheeks while everyone started laughing at his jokes, “yah! look at val noona! she’s gonna start crying! their faces are identical right now!” ni-ki pointed out. “riki! I’m gonna kill your japanese ass!” valerie chuckled.

heeseung was laughing a bit too much and next thing you know, he almost dropped the cake.

“HEESEUNG HYUNG! COME ON YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF US!”

“shut up! you try laughing while holding a cake..” heeseung pouted, defending himself. “hyung, by the sound your laughing, it doesn’t even sound like laughing anymore, your cackling.” ni-ki said, everyone realizing how heeseungs laugh sounded like a high pitched horse.

“YAH! RIKI-YAH!”

“jungwon’s been awfully quiet.” sunoo noticed while everyone turned to the leader, jungwon was zoning out until he realized all eyes were on him. “oh? what?” jungwon’s hand landed on his nape, confused on what was going on. “the guys on a different planet.” jake pointed at his boba eyes that looked like it had not a single thought behind those eyes.

“It’s kinda cute!” valerie pouted, showing them how cute his big eyes were and how they sparkled. “oh look at me val! I have them too!” jake widened his eyes and blinked x1000 times. “there’s a difference jake.”

“oh well thanks.”

“wait wheres hani?” jay asked in confusion, looking around the spacious room for the co-member. “she’s at the convenience store, she left awhile earlier.” valerie informed jay, and the guy made a “o” shaped mouth in realization. “definitely not. she’s dating someone.” sunoo said, gossiping.

“WHAT?”

the seven of them said in unison, obviously not informed. “isn’t it obvious?”

“she’s dating that anton guy from riize,” (let’s pretend riize was a group in 2020. 🫶) “wait… you guys didn’t notice? didn’t you see her always hang out in sm entertainment?” sunoo put a hand on his mouth, shocked that no one noticed.

“okay, this calls for gossip and movie time!” val announced and everyone agreed.

by the time hani arrived, the seven of them confronted hani while sunoo watched from afar. alas, gaining a scolding from his noona since he had snitched to everyone in the group.

after the mayhem and mess that happened a few minutes ago, everyone in the group decided to sleep at val’s and hani’s room because it was the most spacious and biggest out of all 9 of them.

all of them were snuggled together in a shared couch, somehow, they agreed to watch a horror movie. after valerie prepped the popcorn, she was originally seated beside jake. but there was a vacant spot near sunoo so sunoo signaled her to go next to him.

val made her way to sunoo until she felt a gentle hand softly hold her hand, it was jake. “don’t try to go and leave me, val. you sat beside me first.” jake looked at her with pleading eyes that sparkled brightly. “please, you were mine first.”

valerie knew he meant that she was his first to sit beside next to, but the way he had worded it made valerie get a soft tingly feeling in her stomach.

“oh.. uhm okay.” valerie was skeptical, but jake had that golden retriever smile that made her feel at ease.

as soon as she sat down, jake laid his head on her shoulder. getting comfortable, trying to focus on the horror movie and not on valerie.

every time a scary part came on the scream, or when it wasn’t even scary, jake used it as an excuse to hold valeries hand. “your hands are soft.” jake whispered in her ear. “jake focus on the movie.” she sighed, getting irritated but nervous.

“how can i focus when there is something more important in front of me? god. your too pretty not to be focused on.” jake pouted, but val was surprised. “might as well go to sunoo.” she actually tried standing up, until jake hugged her in the back.

“sit back down. I’ll watch the movie calm down, just be beside me, poe.” jake said in english, his australian raspy accent tickled valerie’s brain, leading her to sit in defeat.

jake. you will be the death of song valerie.

thinking of @ valerieace . . ?!

I got a tad bit lazy at the end but I swear next chapter will literally just revolve around jake !!!! swear guys 😅😅😅😅 thank u for reading mwah mwah 😍

[prettyboysinmyheart]

Teach me - Kevin Korchinski

Summary: Kevin teaches you how to play the guitar.

a’s notes: @val-k this one’s for you! Accidentally deleted the ask but thank god I remembered it! Hope you like it and once again thank you for requesting <3

warnings: not proofread

you watched him strum the guitar, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe. His fingers moved effortlessly across the strings, producing a melody that was both soothing and invigorating. The way he leaned into the music with such concentration was a sight to behold. His eyes closed, lost in the rhythm, he seemed to be in his own world, oblivious to everything around him. But even in that state, a small smile played on his lips, as if he was sharing a secret with the music. It was a beautiful moment, and it made you realize just how much you adored him

You sat cross-legged on the floor, staring intently at your boyfriend as he strummed his guitar and sang his heart out. The melody was beautiful and touching, and you couldn't help but feel proud of him. As the song came to an end, you cheered and clapped, letting him know how much you enjoyed his performance.

"Baby, that was so good," you gushed, a big grin on your face. "Can you teach me how to play?"

You knew your boyfriend couldn't resist when you gave him the puppy-dog eyes, and sure enough, he sighed and patted the space next to him.

"Sure thing, love," he said, his voice warm and gentle. "Come sit with me and I'll show you”

Kevin, with a gentle smile, approached you and carefully placed the guitar on your lap. He then pulled you closer to his side and took your hand, guiding you to randomly play a chord on the instrument. After each chord, he patiently told you the name of it, making sure you understood it well before moving on to the next one. As the time passed, Kevin began teaching you the beginning of the beautiful song "Say you won't let go" by James Arthur. He carefully showed you each note and chord, holding a guitar for the first time, your fingers felt clumsy and uncertain.

You strummed a few chords slowly, trying to get the hang of it, at times you messed up and felt frustrated making your sweet boyfriend place his hand on your shoulder and comfort you.

feeling a sudden urge of confidence, and your fingers moved more confidently across the strings. You played a few more chords, and your boyfriend sang, making you feel like a real musician. You couldn't help but smile as you looked at him, feeling so proud of yourself.

As you listened to his instructions, he spoke in a calm and reassuring tone, his words carrying a sense of patience and understanding. "Remember to take your time with this," he said, his eyes fixed on yours in a steady gaze. "Don't let yourself get too stressed out about it. It's completely normal to take a while to get the hang of it."

His smile was warm and genuine, filled with pride and encouragement as he continued to guide you through the process. With each passing moment, you felt more confident and at ease, knowing that he was there to support you every step of the way.

you whispered, "Thank you for showing me, baby. It means a lot that I get to learn from you", you felt a rush of gratitude towards Kevin, your partner. He had just taught you the guitar, and you were grateful for his patience and expertise. Your eyes locked onto his pretty green eyes, and you felt yourself getting lost in them. Kevin's gaze shifted to your lips, and before you knew it, he brought them together and gave you a passionate kiss. You felt your heart racing as you melted into the moment, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of his embrace.

“I’m glad you asked”

[jokeroutsubs]

😎 Welcome to the JOS backstage!

While translating the Radio Antena interview with Joker Out, we decided to record our entire process so you can see what goes into each and every one of our translations! ✨

Happy Anniversary to JokerOutSubs and thank you all for your love and support! 💖

Our 'Backstage' team:

Part 1 & 2 (Transcription & Translation: Breda (IG fabriconmyhead)

Part 3 (Review): Anja ( @kurooscoffee)

Part 4 (Native proofreading): Grace (IG gboleyn123)

Part 5 (Captioning): Val ( @vesdagrem)

Part 6 (Thumbnail): Ry (TWT klámstrákur)

Part 7 (Trailer & Social media): Saara ( @saallotar)

[dekinswritings]

Doing like a Sableye

A Pokemon documentary isn’t quite the idea Nico had for a home date. Pokemon AU, NicoMaki.

A/N: Happy belated birthday @myonmukyuu !

“In this week’s episode of Cave Corners, we’ll be exploring the biology, habitat and lifestyle of one of the most elusive Pokemon out there, first discovered in the Hoenn region: Sableye.”

“Do we have to watch this?” Nico whined as she tried to reach for the remote that was just right out of her grasp.

“It’s better than another of your Pokemon Contests reruns again,” Maki rolled her eyes and could not help smiling when she pushed the remote just a little bit more away from Nico.

“Hey! Why don’t you hand it over instead of bullying Nico?”

“You could easily reach it if you got off the couch, y’know.” Maki pointed out only to have Nico whine again. “I don’t need to see you fangirl over Lisia again. Besides, Pokemon contests are boring.”

Nico huffed, fully intent on getting her offendedness across. “And this isn’t?”

“Maybe, but at least you’ll learn something from it. Besides, learning more about Pokemon is necessary in our line of work,” Maki pointed out, completely ignoring Nico’s frown.

“My fairies can take care of any Sableye…” Nico mumbled as she gave up and huddled closer to Maki, moving the blanket so it would cover her feet. She might as well get as comfortable as she could if she was going to watch some dumb documentary on a pretty ugly Pokemon.

“Sableye is what some would call an elusive Pokemon. It’s a nocturnal creature that confines itself to dark places such as caves. Even if you know where to look, Sableye prefer their solitude as they dig through the soil in search of their favorite food: precious stones.”

“Do they really think people will believe that this guy just found that gem by digging a random spot? That was obviously placed there,” Nico commented as the host expressed fascination by finding a gemstone on the soil beneath his feet.

“It looks like a plastic toy too.”

“Of course you’d know how the real deal look like. I mean, you’re hanging out with one right now,” Nico said with pride and put her hand on her chest before giggling.

“A fake gem-?”

“Shush shush! They’re about to show a Sableye!” Nico waved her hand right in front of Maki’s face and pointed at the screen.

“And here it is, a Sableye! We can’t turn on a light without scaring it away so we’ll have to stick with the night-vision camera, but right here is how one looks!” The host pointed at his side where a picture of a Sableye was put in post-production. “As you can see, its purple body lets it blend into the darkness. The coloration of its gem-like eyes and protrusions on its body change on the stones it bases its diet on.”

Maki snorted. “It kinda looks like you, Nico.”

“What!” Nico gasped and glared at Maki. “It does not! That thing is purple and ugly and those giant eyes look creepy! Totally opposite of what Nico is.”

“Small, short limbs, and those ear horn things look like when you tie your hair in buns,” Maki explained before laughing again.

“Nu-uh! Nico’s cute like a Sylveon and precious like a Carbink-”

“Not only do Sableye eat gems, but they also prey on the Jewel Pokemon Carbink. Sableye can also be found in Kalos’ beautiful Reflection Cave…”

“And it eats Carbinks! Those poor Pokemon!”

“So you say you should be more like a fairy type?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Nico’s like an Azumarill, cute, huggable and-”

“Shaped like an egg?” Maki’s giggle turned into laughter as Nico frowned even more.

“Well yeah?” Nico caught Maki by surprise by grabbing her by her wrists. Adjusting herself to straddle Maki, Nico smirked.

“W-What’re you doing?”

“I’m doing like a Sableye, Maki.”

Maki did not have the time to ask what she was talking about before Nico leaned down. “Nico, what’re you-” Maki let out a loud gasp the moment Nico sucked sharply on her neck. Maki could not contain her voice and her legs trembled each time Nico pressed her lips on another spot, leaving another mark on her.

Nico was all too pleased with the red marks that she left on Maki and gently kissed one of them. “Sorry, you looked just like a tasty gem.”

[ivyglow]

making my boyfriend jealous #prank 01 - Carter Hart | Philly

a/n: this idea sounded perfect in my head, but I don’t know if I’m satisfied with how it turned out; Hope you guys like it anyway. Don’t forget to let me know <3 It’s not proofread-ed so let me know if you find some mistake

btw, I wanted to say a huge thank you to @skarsgardswiftie​ for putting up with me talking about this idea and helping me out with some scenes. Love you, Val!!! <3 *muah*

Word count: 3.5k

Requested: yes

Prompt: 17. “wait a second..are you jealous?”  19. “I don’t love them. I love you” 

warnings: none

No one would believe if told that Nolan, the grumpy almost shy one, was best friends with y/n the smiley and loud girl. They met at a pharmacy, going for the last pain medicine box on the shelf and bumping hands, he was about to give up, but then she smiled and suggested buying it and give him one card since there were two inside. They spent some time talking in the line and when she found him once again in the same pharmacy she didn’t lose time following him and sliding to his DM. They got along pretty well and months after y/n saw herself in a bar full of hockey players to celebrate the victory of the team. 

That’s how she met Carter and more further ahead started dating him.

They were two distinct polos. 

Y/n loved to dance, Carter preferred to sit and sip at his drinks.

Y/n was a college student of Fine Arts, Carter was a hockey player.

Y/n had curly hair while Carter had the thinnest straight strands of hair.

Y/n was Colombian, Carter was Canadian. 

 Y/n had a YouTube channel and Carter, well Carter discovered that he liked it a lot more than he was supposed to. 

She did videos of hair care, study routine, and even some dance moves while cleaning the house. He was able to watch her, hear her, and almost feel her even if the timezone would not allow during trips. 

Their first kiss was in one of those videos, y/n was talking about some chapstick new flavor while Carter was watching some game on the TV sitting on the opposite sofa. 

“Well, I’m really suspect to talk about the peach one since I don’t like peaches” she comments while putting it on. “Carter, can you come here for one sec.” 

At that point, the boys were part of her routine so they were used to appearing in some videos sometimes, TK truly loved the attention, he would show out of the blue behind the camera or pretend the video was about his morning routine. Nolan would crack a laugh and Carter would roll his eyes telling his friend to give the camera back to y/n. Of course most of the time she would edit these parts, so it didn’t appear, but sometimes it was hilarious, and so she couldn’t help herself. The next day Travis would be the joke of the locker room -but he never stopped-. 

“What’s up?” he asked, sitting by her side on the living room floor. Travis and Nolan were out buying food, Hart and y/n being the only ones in the house. 

“Can you taste this chapstick flavor and see if you like it?” she applied one more time in her lips and smelled the tiny balm in her hands, making a face and giving it to him. 

Carter laughed and scooted closer to her taking her shin into his fingers and bringing her face close. She giggled not expecting him to taste directly from her lips, he was probably messing with her like they always did with each other. But when Carter closed the gap all she could do was hold his neck and dive into the feeling. 

After the episode, they would kiss every time no one was around. Dates and night in started to be a common thing and the rest is history.

It was a Saturday morning, Carter was sound asleep since he was going to have a game later in the afternoon and y/n was already in the kitchen preparing the usual breakfast they had for game days, except today she was reasonably early. 

“Hey there, my lovely pals” she greeted trying to speak as low as possible. “It’s a Saturday morning and I’m doing breakfast while editing some school stuff, Carter is sleeping and this video has everything to do with him” she grins while sipping from her favorite cup of coffee. “Travis was talking to me about some kind of conversation they had at the locker room and apparently Carter said he wasn’t a jealous person...well, it’s something between the boys but my amazing and devilish friend came up with the idea...he wants me to act a little weird and see if Carter really doesn’t feel jealousy at all. I decided it was better to film it so he wouldn’t be capable of denying it. He’s sleeping as I said before and I’ve distanced myself since yesterday, I don’t know if he already noticed it but yeah..let’s go” she turned around to start paying full attention to the preparation of breakfast. 

Y/n was halfway done when she faced the camera again.

“So we usually have the ‘breakfast-pre-game’ together whenever we can, but today I’m calling Trav and Nolan to join us…”

The next record was y/n pacing in the kitchen while sending some messages on her cellphone. When the duo was already there TK gave her a bear hug and murmured “let’s go for it, Hartsy girl”. She laughed and went to hug Nolan, who didn’t know about the prank. 

“Where’s Carter?” he asked.

“Sleeping, can you wake him up while I set the table, please?” 

Nolan noded going for the stairs and Travis started setting the table while y/n moved the camera to a better angle. When Carter and Nolan showed up he was still in his sleeping sweatpants and with his hair a total mess. 

“Morning” he mumbled to his friends going directly to his girl and wrapping his arms around her.

“Morning, sleepyhead” she teased.

“Why you didn’t wake me up?” his calm breath lingering on her neck almost made her forget about the plan. 

“I did, I just send Nolan to do it” y/n answered pretending to be confused with his question. On these days she was the one to wake him up and she did it with kisses, depending on the mood even some morning sex. 

Carter left one last kiss on her shoulder before they head to the table. 

“What’s up with the juice, babe?” Carter asks while sitting beside her. 

“Oh, Travis didn’t want chocolate milk so I made him orange juice…” here we go, she thought. 

“God, you’re so sassy, TK” Nolan rolled his eyes glancing at his friend.

“You see?! He comes to have breakfast at my house and wants to choose what to eat” the goalie goes along while TK just grins.

“It’s ok, Carter, he didn’t ask for it, I just wanted to make sure he is one hundred percent spoiled since it’s a game day...” she speaks and then pauses pretending she said the wrong thing. “Not only him, but you guys, of course…” 

Travis tried to suppress the giggle, that fucker! she was a great actress. 

The meal went along with TK always carrying the subject to y/n witch made Carter glance at him every once in a while. She would for sure zoom his face in the editing process.

…

“Hey, lovely pals, it’s afternoon now, Carter is already at the rink and I’m getting changed. I’m going with Travis jersey today and we’re expecting a big win so I have an excuse to film the boys leaving the locker room and get a good view of Carter’s reaction.” 

Y/n keeps the camera on her face while showing some makeup tricks and it was not long before Ryanne was knocking at her door. They met way before y/n started dating Carter, back when she was starting her friendship with Nolan, he was the one saying that the two would get along pretty well...and he wasn’t wrong. 

“Why are you wearing TK’s jersey?!” was the first thing she said when the door was open. 

“Hi, Rya, I’m doing pretty good, thank you for asking!” Y/n’s words packed with irony were responsible for both of their laughs. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just...very weird. Like I look at your face and my mind goes straight for a #79…” she jokes.

Y/n rolls her eyes slightly at her friend and let her enter “I’ll just grab my purse and we can go!”. 

Not even 10 minutes later they were already in a cab making the way to the arena. Y/n take advance of the time to explain to her friend everything while making sure she won’t let herself slip, such as sheer too loudly for Carter or forget about everything once he left the locker room with wet hair and rosy cheeks pursuing her body for a warm hug.

And that’s exactly what Ryanne does once the game starts and y/n is on her feet holding tight to her water bottle. The thing is, the Colombian girl was very competitive being raised in a home where the weekends were specially for soccer games and her father got her a jersey even before she was born. She was so used to diving deep into everything she did, especially if it was about cheering for a team. And well, living in Philadelphia and dating a hockey player made her role to cheer as loud as possible. It was her team and her boyfriend after all. 

The game went better than expected and thanks to Ryanne she was able to hold herself together. 

“So I bet this is the hardest part…” Ryanne stated holding y/n’s camera and prepared to film everything. “That’s why I’m praying for TK or even Nolan gets here first…” y/n sighed.

It was not long before the three boys come all together laughing and talking about something y/n predicted as the game. 

“Hey, babe” Carter greeted burying his head in the crook of her neck and breathing deeply. 

“Good game, Hart” she smiled hugging him back but shorter than the usual. And only when she went to hug the other two players he notices the different numbers printed on the jersey. His lips twitched and his brows furrowed, Ryanne tried to suppress a giggle before Claude finally leaving the locker room. 

“Nolan I hope deep down in my heart that you washed this hair with shampoo, please” she joked. 

“For your information, I always wash it with shampoo…” he shoves her lightly before hugging her by the shoulders. “He’s lying, y/n, last time I went to his house he was using soap to wash this damn birds nest.” Travis grabbed her hand bringing her closer to him.

“Hey! Great game, by the way, Trav! I loved that last pass!!!!” and that’s it, that’s precisely how she usually does with Carter, praising everything he does during the match time, always. Giving him advice and hyping him up. 

Carter chose to let it go while they started to make their way to a bar to celebrate as they did every possible time. 

At the bar, Carter kept his distance while y/n danced around with Ryanne and Travis,

He should be happy since his team won and he did an amazing job keeping every puck away from the net, but something was bothering him and he knew exactly what it was once his eyes found his girlfriend one more time that night. 

Something in the way she did not bother to stay close or even tells him how good he played was giving an uncomfortable vibe. Not that she should always do that, but habitually that’s what they up to, and the sex after too, so when y/n brush him off going for a cup of water in the kitchen he knows something is really wrong.

They just got home from the celebration, she was barefoot looking for a glass in the cabinet.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” he approached not knowing how to start that conversation. “What do you mean?” she asked, a confused look on her face. 

“I mean, why are you wearing another player jersey…??” 

“Oh...I just wanted to support the team in general, you know?!” she shrugged. “I need to go to sleep now. I’m exhausted, sorry. TK danced too much tonight…” she giggles, walking to their shared room and leaving Carter behind. Knowing damn well that she planted a jealousy seed in his mind. 

...

Two days and more distance later she was recording a video about her playlists in the bedroom when Carter got home from practice. 

“Hey, missed you” he muttered undoing his tie. 

“Hi, Carter” she grinned, not the big bright smile he’s used to when he got home, but at least it’s something considering she’s been almost ignoring his the last days “I’m filming a video” she explains. 

“Not gonna interrupt” he left a kiss on her forehead and went for the closet to change, coming back minutes later with his grey sweatpants and no shirt on. Y/n knew what he was trying to do and being as competitive as she is she choose to make a game out of it. 

“...and so there’s a lot of Post Malone’s songs, as you guys expected, and some Spanish as well because hell yeah I’m here for praising my own language…” she’s trying to focus on the camera in front of her when the bed dips, Carter is laying in the bed. 

Sometimes he used to do it, but usually, he would wear a shirt or something and try to be as invisible as possible, just wanting to be closer.

“You can keep going, I’m just gonna...watch” he whispers smiling and laying his head comfortably at the pillows. 

She rolled her eyes and went back to talking with the device when his hands found hers. The long and calloused fingers threading and holding to her strongly but still somehow soft. She felt his adoration look and could not keep her eyes from founding his and her lips from mirroring him and smiling.   

Carter was this contagious. 

Like some kind of speel.

It was hard to resist when he started being so soft and loving around her. 

And that’s exactly how he managed to lay her beside him and finally get the deep kiss he’s been seeking since three days ago. His hands found her waist bringing her closer and slotting one of his legs between hers. Y/n’s hands went to his soft hair and pushed it lightly, part of her wanting to separate their mouths, the other just expecting for what he did next: he moaned into her mouth. He melted every time she pushed his hair and she knew it. 

“Babe, please…” he spoke sinking his head in the crook of her neck, kissing that spot.

“Not today, Carter” she tried to resist, departing their bodies. 

He huffed but nodded his head. “Can I at least eat…” he started looking for her legs and she gasped interrupting his naughty question. “The camera is still on” she tried to pretend that this was the big deal, but in reality, she would not be able to hear his full question and deny it. “It’s not like you are on live, puff” he joked and she tried to stay serious. “Wait...are you on live?!” his eyes went wide and y/n didn’t resist the laugh. “I’m not on Live, calm down.” 

“Fine, but are you sure?! Are we ok?!” he asked sitting when she did the same. 

Y/n turned her head to the nightstand pretending to look for something while answering “yeah, we’re just fine” 

“So does that mean we can do something?! I just want your attention, love” and there he was all soft again.

“I’m just...not in the mood, Carter” she mumbled. “Not even for kisses?! Cuddles?!” She shook her head and he sighed. “Fine. Can I at least just be here watching you??” he asked this time not looking at her but drawing imaginary patterns in the mattress. She felt a pang on her heart but went for the answer she knew was going to make he thinks something was different “yeah, whatever”.  

And just like that, she kept trying to go on with the video while Carter was laying beside her and watching every move until he fell asleep. Still, he kept the adoration look, she knew it, she felt it. 

…

The Flyers were playing again and just like the last game y/n went wearing TK’s jersey. But only this time the game wasn’t so good as the last one. The team failed shamefully and even TK gave up from the prank for some time after leaving the locker room. This time the hug y/n gave him was well needed. Consequently, when she was comforting him, it was not part of the jealous-game anymore, but for Carter, it all seemed the same obviously. “You did great, Trav. Sometimes we just can’t control everything and that’s ok” he hugged her strongly before letting go. 

Hart just noded for his two buddies, Nolan and TK, before heading for the parking lot, not going for his usual hug or kiss after loss or victory. 

“You don’t want to hug me or anything?” she asked once they reached the parking lot.

He sighed. He looked tired. “I...I guess Travis needed the hug more than I did.” she furrows her brows. “Wait a second..are you jealous?” she asked and he shrugged before entering the car. 

“You’re ok?!” y/n asked as soon as she got inside the car. He nodded starting to drive in complete silence. She knew better than to give him his space after a loss, but usually, he wanted her around, he would not want to talk during a certain hour, but he definitely wanted to hug her or at least have her close.

This time it was different. 

And it kept being different during the whole ride home.

He was giving the silent treatment. 

She almost forgot to turn the camera on when they arrived home, but when she felt the tension she knew it was the moment he probably was going to snap. 

“Y/n…” he called already inside the apartment. “Can we talk…?” 

“Is it about the game?! Of course, we can talk…” she pretended not to be aware. Carter shook his head. “It’s...about a subject completely different.” He was undoing his tie while walking to sit beside her on the couch. Somehow it seemed like he was too nervous about it, so he just rose and started pacing in the middle of the living room.

“Oh, go ahead. What is it about?” 

He sighs.

The passe goes on.

“I’ve been noticing lately what your...friendship with Travis started to change...to develop…” she tried to open her mouth and comment, but he shook his head again. “Just...let me finish ok?!” his voice was not angry, it was calm...like he wasn’t that angry like he was just...hurt. And so he went on “And I love you… that’s why I just want to see you happy. So...if you’re not feeling the same anymore, if it’s something I did or said, or it’s nothing at all just you falling out of love with me...just...let me know. I do trust you with all my heart, and I know you would never cheat and I know you don’t want to hurt me too” he took a deep breath before starting again. “So...what I want to say is that if you’re starting to like Travis, tell me now, don’t bring it to me out of the blue-”

He’s so deep into his ranting that he did not notice she’s snickering with her two palms covering her face. When he did, he stops himself. “Oh- no, don’t cry, babe. It’s not your fault, feelings happen...and I’m not blaming you…” she was about to finally crack a laugh, but when she found his sad eyes she just couldn’t.

“What’s so funny?!” He’s clueless. 

“It’s not it, Carter...it’s just...you love me so much. This is a whole level of maturity and affection...I was not expecting. I thought you would be jealous and snap at me, get angry, I don’t know. I’m just in shock.” 

“I was not that angry because it’s not like we choose to fall in love you know?! We just do…” he says apparently deep into his thoughts. “But if I could choose I would go for you anyway.” there’s this small smile in the corner of his lips. 

“I’m so sorry I was so distant lately. But...I don’t love him. I love you” she whispers. “I’m really really sorry about this week.”

“so…?” 

“It was a prank, Travis idea, I got curious...I did not imagine it would get this far. I’m sorry I make you felt like I did not love you…” she hugs him and feels when his body relaxes into the embrace. He was relieved.

She stood up and went to the camera behind an ornament in the coffee table. 

“This is the moment you tell us how it felt. Take it easy on TK, he’s not the greatest actor, we could’ve come up with something better...” she joked sitting in front of her boyfriend. Carter chuckles admiring her face behind the camera. 

“Actually, I do love him, but as a friend” y/n adds before turning the lens a little and kissing his lips.

“That I can deal with.” 

[ennui-gt]

Here it is. A Piece Of Borrower Content Written Entirely In Stream Of Consciousness:

AN: so this is incomplete and very…needs revisions to the timeline to incorporate some things I added later! It’s the original universe that Mira’s from! I edited it like Slightly to just change Ross’s name to Ross (if u see Max anywhere that’s his old one I just felt like changing it so that’s just him but different. Anyway) Everything's under the readmore tab, cheers!

The Library Fairy:

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Basic Plot (Chrono, comic starts from human perspective abt the ‘legend of the library fairy’ ig maybe. Nothing here is permanent cept the characterization)

Part A

1- Mira is borrower currently chillin in a college library

2- She lives off of the cafe on the second floor nd reads lots and lots of stuff about everything when the upper floors close (lower floor open 24/7 but upper floors r vacant p much after 12:00 AM)

3- she starts getting increasingly curious about human stuff cos she’s literate nd books r pry neat

4- it starts one night when she spots an unattended notebook and a half eaten blueberry muffin, nd it’s 12:30 so nobody’s coming back in atm (it’s the 80s so no laptops for the plebians quite yet)

5- so she goes ‘welp’ nd takes part of the muffin, then sees the work on the page and goes ‘hmmmm this is incorrect’ so she helps our and leaves notes here n there to point the kid in the right direction and puts down some book refs for further study bcos at this point she’s been there for 2 years and she knows where most things are

6- she stays behind to see if the human comes back for it, hidden in a hidey hole near the desk

7- human comes in, sees notebook, practically melts w relief nd stuffs it in his bag

8- next day human comes back nd leaves nother notebook and a cookie, along w a hidden camera

9- Mira goes ‘o boy, this a trap, innit’

10- Mira then decides ‘eh whatever I haven’t had contact w anyone in years now so I might as well’

11- she steals the camera film nd leaves a lil scrap of paper saying ‘nice try ;)’ on it

12- student comes back, sees paper, goes ‘dammit’, then leaves note addressed to the ‘library fairy’ and another cookie, as well as more of their work for her to help with

13- bout a decade goes by and now the “Library Fairy” is an urban myth, it’s currently 2003 so she’s also wound up on the school’s unofficial Wikipedia page under ‘local cryptids’

14- most library employees know of her but they don’t go looking out of fear stemming from superstitions bout her, somehow the legend grew from ‘can’t be photographed’ to ‘a student once saw her and died that day’

15- there’s now a small shrine devoted to her where ppl bring offerings hoping to get good grades in return, sometimes they will leave papers for her to proofread nd stuff

16- new prof (named Alexei) finds online article thinks he Knows What’s Up bcos he had a borrower friend as a kid, but they left when borrower’s fam found out about them knowing each other

17- he leaves note wedged in one of her secret entrances behind outlet, asking if she can meet w him at some point

18- Mira, already In it, goes ‘Okay. Alright. This has gone on for long enough. Time to go and never return’ but ofc she’s curious as all hell and like she decides she will at least honor the guy’s request for a convo b4 she goes, but on her terms and w/o speaking face 2 face

19- they Talk in the library after hours, bcos he paid off the janitor to let him stay after hours nd most of the student employees recognize him as a prof nd leave him alone

20- they talk again for every subsequent night

21- she uhhhh finally decides to reveal herself nd prays that her hunch was right nd he won’t try to grab her or anything

22- he doesn’t but she’s nervous so she winds up gettin caught in her own climbing rope like idiot, is now dangling from ceiling in tangled mess

23- he stifles chuckle nd she says smthn sarcastic

24- he moves closer and offers to untangle her

25- she’s like ‘please’

26- so he do, but her grip on the rope slips nd he has to catch her

26- so now she’s in his hand and he just sets her down and now he’s a bumbling embarrassed mess bcos he said he wasn’t going to hold her and he just did and o dear pls forgib him

28- nd she’s like ‘dude u just saved my life it’s fine ur fine chill’

29- internally she’s going HOLY FUCK AAAAAAA but externally, her human’s already worked up enough as it is so she’s gotta b the level headed one

29.5- after a while they both kinda get used to each other more, he gets tenure, they celebrate, some more stuff happens, Aleksei got married (not to Mira, Mira hasn’t actually rly thought about being in a relationship w anyone cos she’s laser focused on gaining as much knowledge as possible)

30- eventually Alexei’s like ‘hey so I’m dean of faculty for the biotech branch now uhhhh would u like actual job teaching students? Cos, uh, you can do it remotely thru online lectures n stuff, no in person interaction, and I uh was just kinda wondering—‘

31- she’s like ‘yes. Yes!!! LET ME HELP PEOPLE OFFICIALLY KINDA’

32- so now she’s a professor, and has revealed her Secret a few times here n there to a number of the faculty, nd she has recorded her own findings in a personal journal

33- ‘humans will treat u like a human if they think ur human first. The kids call it ‘catfishing’’

34- enter Ross, an mall goth who accidentally tripped headfirst into a premed program

35- Mira’s favorite field of study is bio so naturally she’s his prof for a majority of his classes

36- being the good boy that he is, he now knows Mira’s secret. There is an Entire Chapter on him finding out and legit just continuing their conversation as if everything was normal bcos he thought that was how he was supposed to handle the situation

37- then she says ‘u can ask questions, u know’ he’s like OH THANK FUCK CAUSE I HAVE SEVEN HUNDRED OF THOSE

38- and now he kinda knows what to look for in terms of ‘do borrowers live here check yes or no’

39-in his apartment, the answer is yes and he mistakenly kinda stumbles upon the mom one night when he wakes up in the middle of the night for Snack and opts to pretend like its not happening. Unfortunately the thing she was trying 2 borrow (piece of crumb cake for Son Boy’s birthday) is the thing he wants 2 eat so he’s like “uh. ‘Scuse me, ma’am.” and he peels back the saran wrap on the other side of the plate, takes piece, nd then leaves some there for her

40-so now the woman is like ‘welp guess it time 2 Leave’

.1- she and husband Talk

.2-they decide it best 2 go

.3-theyre Packing

.4-lil bab Ellie confused

.5-hawk attacke

.6-cut to Ross

41- Ross also happens to work at a bar and he goes outside for a break

43- he finds smal child—smol smal—on the sidewalk and said child is missing an arm, nd has lost a lot of blood, so he’s uhhhhh Losing It highkey

43.5-parents r nowhere 2 b seen, but the hawk is nearby and circling. Ross gets an idea of what just happened

44- he up and leaves work, thankfully his apartment is above the shop so he jumps up the fire escape w the child and

45- he make tourniquet

46- he calls Mira nd asks her 2 come over to ASAP. he’s A Mess at this point

47- it is Very touch and go, kid needs blood, Mira is the only viable donor so she’s just gotta pray that the blood type is fine and won’t kill him

48- and then eventually they manage 2 stave infection thru antibiotics properly dosed to his size, Mira does Math and Prays basically

49- ‘bout a month in, kid wakes up

50- kid doesn’t rember much since he’s only 3

51- hes v scared of Ross at first but over time he gets used 2 the human

52- kid (elliot) starts 2 call Ross ‘dad’ after a while

53- Ross: *internal screaming but in a good way*

54- the end kinda for now

Part 2

A- New Borrowers In The Building

—three of em. paranoid dad, mom, nd daughter that’s Elliot’s age so he’s pumped

B- Elliot offers them a place 2 stay briefly

C- he knows by now bout like, how borrowers don’t typically interact w humans and Auntie Mira’s a bit of a weird case so he just doesn’t tell em bout his dad being the human

D- the kid finds out first nd doesn’t tell the parents, but they figure it out later kinda and think that it’s a ‘o god he’s being kept as a pet’ sitch so they’re >:| abt it

E- they move out and try to take Elliot w them (by force bcos they think he’s brainwashed) but he escapes and makes it to Ross, who’s like “uhhhhhh”

F- and the mom come out the hole near the counter n starts yelling at Ross, who is…kinda used to it since Mira brings in ppl who need help from time 2 time and they typically don’t react well when they’re lucid enough to understand what’s going on. He’s just not used to being questioned about his own kid

G- so they’re like “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WITH HIM”

H- and he’s like “r…raising him???”

I- and Ellie steps up and he’s like “this is my dad. I decided he was my dad when I was three. He’s being a good parent”

J- and Ross is like “yeah what he said. I’m a good parent.”

K- Ross is riding that high til the end of fucking time but like back to the story at hand

L- this is when the husband comes out nd is like “lissen. wifey. ily but that is a very big human and he hasn’t grabbed us yet so let’s count our blessings and gtfo”

M- but she’s like “uh no we stay until I’m sure Elliot is Safe and fucking Sound”

N- so they stay for dinner nd stick around a little longer.

O- Val (the kid) gets closer 2 Elliot and also Ross a bit

P- Mira shows once or twice, first time she shows up they’re like “oh god it’s the crazy doctor lady this all makes sense now” (bcos Mira does check up on as many borrower families as possible in her free time so word has got around by now Of her, and the number by which to contact her in case her services r needed)

Q- After a month or so, then they decide to leave bcos they’re like “look we get that ur son is ur son and he only has one arm and in our profession that is kind of a death sentence but we can’t have our kid getting used to dealing w humans who know about our existence” so they go and leave on a kind of sour note bcos Ellie can do anything he wants to do just as well as any other borrower Thank You Very Much and Ross is ready to fite anyone who thinks otherwise

R- Elliot starts trying 2 b more independent, basically from now on he’s like ‘I can do everything my Damn Self Thanks’

S- but uh he does it to a point where he’s going out of the way to endanger himself

T- so they get into a fite about it and ross Yells and Elliot is like ‘kthxbye’

U- and the boi just. Fuckin bolts. Runs Away. Ross is a Mess, he starts smoking again (he quit cold turkey the day he took Elliot in) to curb the depression, he’s jus. Not doin good, worried that his son is dead and the last time they talked it’d ended badly

V- FREEDOM!!!1! Except Ellie doesn’t kno how to take care of himself so it’s a rough month or so and then he runs into some other borrowers livin in their own town in the wild ig, chillin, being hella independent, and he’s like “uh yes ofc I will join u, I was w my dad for a while but.........” he neither confirms nor denies that his dad’s dead but everyone kinda just assumes.

Part 3

W-anyway a year goes by and then the borrower group gets hit hard w some kind of sickness ig. Elliot gets it too he’s basically incapacitated n drifting in and out of lucidity. So. They contact the weird crazy doctor lady who hangs around humans, a.k.a. Mira, and she’s like “oh. fuck. I know this kid.” bcos she does, u kno, and she jus treats em all for their ailment and shows them how to make antibiotic poultice thing in case smthn like it happens again. Mold. Penicillin is basically what it is

X-she and Elliot hav a Chat (Mira basically yells at him a lot) once he’s fixed up and he decides he’s gonna visit his dad but he makes it very clear that he is a Grown Up (he’s not, he’s literally sixteen), and he is living on his own now

Y- he agrees to stay for a week tho since he misses his home a lot tbh and Ross is just. Over the fucking moon to know he’s ALIVE, he’s not gonna fuck up their relationship by insisting that he stay. Or like, by keeping him ofc he would never

Z- unfortunately the borrower community put two and two together and figured out his dad’s human so they have his stuff packed up when he gets back w mira, who’s ready to go the fuck off on them

End 1:

-Ellie is living at Ross’s place atm and hopeful about the future basically. He eventually will go off on his own but he’ll keep in contact w his dad and stuff

Part C.5

55- few yrs later

56- elliot is Adult now he does adult borrower stuff

57- he moves out

58- finds nice borrower gf (her name’s Tess)

59- doesn’t tell her about his dad being human but talks about his dad a LOT

60- so when she asks to meet said father he’s just like “uh. Maybe we don’t do that actually”

61- and she’s like “y tho”

62- and he’s like “bcos”

63- anyway she decides to look into it cos she knows he goes to see his dad nd keep in touch but his dad is allegedly “a recluse who lives in the big scary human’s walls to avoid other ppl”

64- which is. Not true in the slightest tbqh he’s def not an introvert he’s just a workaholic and he Is the big scary human

65- anywho they run into Val and her wife and she’s like “how’s Ross been?” And Elliot is acting Very Suspish so she, being Smart, calls it immediately and is like “oh shit u haven’t told her yet have u”

66- Tess: “told me what”

67- Val: “El’s dad is a human, bro.”

68- Tess: “I’m sorry?”

69- this results in a Big Fight and they separate for like, a month. Elliot blames Val bcos he’s being irrational and doesn’t wanna admit to the fact that lying to his girlfriend for over a year was Real Bad Actually, but over time he’s like ‘yeah it’s my fault sry for snapping at u’ cos he works thru his emotions n stuff

70- Eventually gf comes back cos she’s like “ok so. I understand why you lied to me about your dad. It was a dick move but I do get it and I still care about you a lot. I would like. To meet him.”

80- this is a lie she does not want to meet him she is doing this bcos she does not want to lose Elliot and that outweighs the fear of his dad

81- so they go to meet him but she’s just kinda. Behind the wall at first like “that’s a crazy big human this is crazy ur crazy it’s time to gO”

82- Val is also there bcos she hasn’t seen Ross in a while

83- they eventually coax her out of hiding

84- and by that I mean Val picks her up and drags her out into the open by force bcos she basically freezes up the second she catches sight of Ross and Val’s like “u didn’t come all this way for nothing, bich”

85- they have a Painfully Awkward First Meeting, Tess is trying her best but oh god he’s just too fucking. Larg. Ellie ur dad too big

86- tbh tho the ice kinda breaks after Ellie and Ross get into a fight over smthn stupid (im thinking Elliot grumbles bout Ross’s hair being unruly and he’s worried that mira’s using it like a personal storage system again and Ross is like “I’ve been keeping better track of that actually” and then like a little line of paper clips and a few hand-bound notebooks tied together w some string fall out of his fucking mane and he’s like “I can explain”

87- “dad you can’t keep letting her use your hair like a fucking NEST”

88- Tess is laughing now cos god damn this was not what she was expecting

89- that’s it the end it ends w Tess laughing at them being idiots good times r had by all

Uhhhh that’s it so far. I have More but it’s kinda jumbled rn and I need to fit stuff in places. Anyway.

[satanfemme]

(thank u @kobrastarship​ for reminding me that I’d written this for discord the other day. now everyone else gets to see this dumb thing and suffer as well <3)

an excerpt taken from Val Velocity’s personal collection of Fab Four rpf. featuring a self insert his oc “Vic Planetary” and published to zone-ao3 under a pseudonym. (”proofread” by the Ultra V’s, though none of them could really get past chapter 1):

A/N: flamerz fuck off or I’ll steal your kneecaps!!!! this fic is ironic stop dm’ing me about it I HATE the Fab Four and wish they’d die for a second time!!!! 

FAB FOUR STANS/APOLOGISTS DNI

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Chapter 23 (out of 57)

      Poison looks up at Victor with their big beautiful eyes and says “wow, you’re so handsome and brave for saving me. Without you I’d surely be dead and BL/i would’ve destroyed the zones by now  You’re a hero and saved everybody and also me!!”       Casually, Vic replis, “All in a day’s work” and carries Poison out of the burning BL/i building.        “I owe you my life” Poison says, now standing on their own. They’re wearing a very cool leather jacket that Vic is letting them borrow and it compliments their freckles and red hair very nicely. “Please join the Fab Four, we need you, you’re the desert’s only hope” “I don’t know,” Vic says, popping his jacket collar. (His jacket is just like poison’s except it’s white leather.) He’s way too cool and busy to join a gang, especially one as mediocre as the Fab Four. “I work alone.” he says cooly       “Wait let me convince you,” Poison says leaning in for a kiss. Vic closes the gap and they kiss passionately. 

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A/N: And that’s the chapter!!!!! You can contact me at funpoison-fanboy.zoneblr.com! Again STOP DM’ING ME ABOUT THE FAB FOUR and stop sending me Fab Four fic requests! This fic is CLEARLY an ironic JOKE, obviously anyone with eyes could see that, also the fab four suck!!!!!!!!!!! If you want to stan a gang so bad stan the “ultra v’s” at the nest, I know them through a friend of my cousin and they’re very cool and epic and badass ok???? And WAY better than the four ever were!

[qwertyuiop1x1]

Twists and Turns || Eva & Val

There was no other way for Eva to distract herself from Reg’s absence than to work on the one thing that would always, always do the job -- her work. After a few nights of staying up late and reading relevant cases, Eva received a call from a person who can provide one of the strongest piece of evidence for them to win.

Thank you so much for your help, Sir. I’ll pick that up myself, yes.

In a matter of less than an hour, she was on her way to the office where the officials keep their copies of CCTV footages; sure, it took almost three weeks for the official to produce what Eva has been asking, but it was definitely worth the wait.

After she was able to review the footage, her heart leaped upon finding that the footage contained an even more relevant information. Once she’s done, she sent a message to the accused’s defense attorney informing him of a new evidence regarding the case and of course, as part of her duty as a lawyer, to go for settlement.

Please, don’t show up. Please, don’t show up. She kept saying until she arrived at her office where they can discuss.

Her day at the office, although she definitely just sneaked out from Reg’s guard, consisted of reviewing the interns’ works and proofreading, as well as teaching some of them of the proper way of dealing with legal writing.

8:00 PM.

Eva was beyond happy that the other didn’t show up; she then started to take screenshots of the messages she sent -- including three emails -- for proof that she did inform the other party of new evidence against the accused.

She then informed Valerie of the hearing a week from now, but told her she wouldn’t have to testify or even go to the hearing, considering the possible trauma she has over the accused. However, Valerie insisted that she will testify.

***

....the Highest Court, considering all matters and pieces of evidence presented to it by both parties, hereby find the defendant guilty of Murder. A violation of Article 149, paragraph 2(b), and is therefore given the sentence of life imprisonment.

***

Valerie hugged Eva tight, who was at that moment still speechless and teary-eyed. Out of the cases she’d handled since she started her practice, she had only lost 3 cases -- but those numbers did not compare to whenever she’d win cases which involve violence against women or death.

“You were really brave up there,” Eva whispered when she hugged Valerie back.

“I wanted to be brave. For my mom. Thank you so much, Eva,” Valerie hugged her tight then broke the hug once she realized that the Queen was not around. “Where’s --”

“She left... They’ve all been worried about Grace,” the lawyer replied, a sad smile on her lips, “I just hope they’d return safe. Anyway, you should go and celebrate, Val. Your mom’s proud of you, for sure.”

“You should celebrate with us, Eva. Consider it as my thank you?”

“I appreciate the offer, but I can’t really celebrate well until I know Reg’s okay... I’ll take you up on the offer once she’s back. Will that be fine?”

Valerie nodded and although she was worried about Eva, she knew she’d feel the same if it were Angela. She kissed Eva’s cheek then thanked her once more before leaving.

At home, Eva took her suit off then went straight to bed.

It’s been... 4 days since she left.

I miss you, Reg.

[iyeonjuni]

hey . it is Me .

OKAYAYAYY BUT I JUST FINISHED CASTED as you probably see . bc for some reASON you're so quick to read my reblogs like wtf what if there's a mistake i made DIEA at least give me 2 minutes to proofread. NOT THE POINT

i know i'm late to the party ... BUT IM HERE NOW and here to say that i loved casted so much :( it's a common concept but i really loved the twists you created and how you made it your own :') the characters were so well written except for ... i shall Not name them . and i was definitely NOT falling for beomgyu during this wtf . i was not.

but honestly i'm so proud of you beffie :( being here since bad hair day *insert TM* it's so fun seeing you grow and seeing you get the attention and love you and your works deserve :( and now you're onto the next one !! which i will hopefully be more on my game with . i can't wait to see where you take it bc Unfortunately i barely got the Beffie Privilege .. so idk what you will Do with this smau BUT IT MAKES IT MORE FUN TO READ AND PREDICT ;) anyways yes i was indeed one of the ppl who yelled at this Hag for being unsure about casted bc literally what . how can you be unsure . CASTED IS ART !!! CASTED IS LIFE !!

i'm saying nonsense idk where i'm even going with this but I LOVED CASTED regardless of my timing ... i hope the ValReviews were worth it AND I CANT WAIT TO READ HEARTSTRINGS !! ILY BEFFIE <3

BEFFIE :(

i mean i can't help it because i'm always on this website . i see my notifs pretty quickly too and YOU KNOW I ENJOY THE VAL REVIEWS.

and i am so so glad you enjoyed casted as much as i enjoyed making it!!! i wanted to divert from the usual concept and i'm happy that i was able to do it,, AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE CHARACTERS TOO HELP yes one who shall not be named. now you understand why i was in my big beomgyu feels while writing this because HELLO beomgyu :((((

but EE this is so sweet thank you for being here since bhd and being SAUR supportive i am excited to see how this next smau goes!!! hopefully you will read it as well because this one ... is going to be quite dramatic and the story is quite .. OOF.

AND NOT YOU CALLING ME A HAG ......

ANYWAYS YAY HEARTSTRINGS IS COMING SOON BE EXCITED

[thekillingquill]

A Lesson in Romantics: Chapter 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Pairing: Archie x Reader, Archie x Grundy (ugh I know), Archie x Betty, Archie x Val, Archie x Ronnie Word Count: 2,573 Warnings: This story addresses the inappropriate and illegal relationship between Archie and Grundy. It will talk about statutory rape. It’s not condoned, glorified, or romanticized. The usually warnings apply: cursing, lack of proofreading, etc. Summary: Reader transferred schools the semester before Archie and Grundy. When she sees how he treats the women in his life, she forces him to confront the situation leaving herself vulnerable in the process. A/N: I started this story thinking “three parts will do” but it’s become a bit more of a story than what I was intending. If you’d like to be added to a tag list, could you please leave it in the replies or in a reblog? I’ll lose it if you message me (because I am bad at all technology ever).

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even if it was inappropriate to show up at a teacher’s house as their student, even if he was clearly desperate to be let in, he hadn’t been there long enough for anything to have happened between them. She had heard their voices, they were clearly talking the whole time. Arguing, actually. But that didn’t have to mean anything!

She wished she hadn’t seen it. She wished she didn’t live next door to a teacher. She wished she could wake up tomorrow with amnesia. At the very least, she wished she could skip school (it was a hard “no” from her parents).

It felt like her first day at Riverdale High all over again. Her hair was wild under a grey hood which obscured her eyes. She kept her head down to avoid seeing anything she shouldn’t. Her excessively long sleeves were bunched up in fists. She squeezed them so hard that her arms trembled. She walked past Kevin like a zombie, ignoring his greeting.

She sought asylum from her friends by spending her day with Jughead. He seemed to like her better when she walked the halls as silent as a shadow. At least, he tolerated her shadowing him. Hell, he might not have even noticed her. They walked side by side, lost in worlds of their own making. She focused on the beat playing in her headphones and tried to let her mind be blank. All of this thinking about Archie and Ms. Grundy was exhausting her.

She was too focused on not thinking. She didn’t notice when Jughead began to take them towards the music classroom. Her body began to quiver with fear and nervousness as they approached. She thought about turning back, leaving Jughead behind and finding some other way to keep herself sane. But there was a part of her that was scared to be left alone with her thoughts, and she sure as hell couldn’t be around Betty, Veronica or Kevin without potentially running into Archie.

They were approaching the room now, she stared straight ahead with a fierce determination. She saw a flash of a letterman jacket out of the corner of her eye and instinctively did a double take. It was a short look, enough to see their hands touching. Fight or flight kicked in and something in her reaction must have tipped Jughead off. He went to look into the classroom and she began to speed walk down the hall. Let Jughead make this discovery on his own, she wanted no part in it.

She spent the rest of the day in a daze. Not seeing, not hearing, not speaking. She blew off River Vixen practice that day, but she didn’t know where she could go. What she wanted more than anything was to be able to get away from herself and the memories. They were scratching on the edge of her mind, begging to be the focus, desperate and vicious.

In times like this, she’d go home and try to sleep it off. She’d hope that when she woke it would be like a rebirth. It worked sometimes, going to sleep and then waking up. It was almost like hitting reset in a video game. She couldn’t go home though, because she didn’t want to go anywhere near a house inhabited by what could be a statutory rapist.

Jughead rescued her from her inner turmoil by asking her if they could talk at Pop’s. It was a conversation she couldn’t have, but nevertheless she went with him. They were quiet on the walk there, both lost in thought. It wasn’t until they were seated at a booth and had placed their orders that Jughead broke the silence.

“You saw them.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of a fact that they both knew to be indisputably true. It felt like a test. Instinctively, she wanted to deny it, but she knew that Jughead wouldn’t let her get away with that. He wouldn’t understand it.

“I can’t talk about this, Jughead.” The words scraped her throat raw.

“You don’t have to talk. Just nod yes or shake your head no. It’ll be easy. Did you know about Archie and Ms. Grundy before today?” Technically, Archie’s visit to Ms. Grundy was in the same day. She shook her head, no. It wasn’t a lie. As promised, she didn’t have to talk. Jughead mostly voiced his ideas out loud and she bought him a burger. Without asking or announcing his intention, he walked her home. Somehow going home seemed easier with Jughead next to her.

“She’s your neighbour?” He asked incredulously when they passed Ms. Grundy’s car on the street. For this, she nodded. He waited at the bottom of the stairs while she unlocked the front door.

“Y/N?” He asked before she could step inside. She turned her ear towards him, the only sign that she was listening. “Are you going to be okay?” She didn’t move for so long it began to feel uncomfortable. She didn’t nod or shake her head. She just went inside and tried to act normal in front of her parents until she could escape to her room.

When she went upstairs she found herself sitting on her bed, facing that damnable window. But it wasn’t really her looking out the window, it was her body, and her mind or her soul, whatever you want to call it, was floating untethered. She didn’t know how much time passed before her mother’s voice brought her back to her present and to her body.

“Y/N, there’s a Jughead here to see you?” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, wishing Jughead would go away. Instead, she yelled that he could come on up.

He had confronted Archie about Ms. Grundy and it had not gone well.

“He acts like she’s just a girl, not a predator taking advantage of him! It’s obvious to me that she’s stringing him along, trying to keep him quiet to protect herself! And he actually threatened me.”

“Shut up.” She rasped. She cleared her throat and continued. “We can’t possibly understand what Archie is going through. Like you said, she’s a predator. She messed with her head and one conversation isn’t going to fix what she’s done.” Jughead went quiet.

“You mean she messed with his head.” Y/N breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, laying herself down on the bed with her back to him.

“Isn’t that what I said?” She asked him tiredly.

“No, I’m pretty sure you said she missed with her head.”

“Well, I meant his head. I’m really tired, Jug. It’s been a long and weird day.” Jughead sighed and sat down heavily on the bed behind her. Something about that night had solidified something between them, a kinship of sorts.

“He said it’s been going on all summer. He ditched me for her.” Jughead confessed. It was the most vulnerable he had ever been with her. It was the one thing from the day she would treasure, despite the circumstances. She turned around and looked up at him. Later that night at Pop’s, Jughead would write about this moment for his novel. He would use only one word to describe how she looked to him in that moment: haunted.

“I live next door to a pedophile.” Was all she offered. She patted the space next to her, inviting him to lay down. He reluctantly accepted the invitation and nestled down so that he was on his back staring up at the ceiling. After a long while, as she was nearly asleep, Jughead spoke again.

“I didn’t tell him.”

“Hmmm?”

“I didn’t tell Archie about you. That you know, I mean.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled. Jughead must have stayed until she fell asleep, because she didn’t remember him leaving but he wasn’t there when she woke up, either. She was surprised to find that she felt sad about it.

She told her parents it was a bad day and that she needed to stay home. Something in her voice or her eyes made them agree and she was handed two ibuprofen and sent back to bed. Veronica was not pleased and kept a steady stream of texts going throughout the day. This included a play by play of what happened between Jughead, Reggie, and Archie in the lounge. Eventually Veronica asked if Y/N would be at the game and did not take the “no” very well.

“Cheryl Blossom will make your life hell if you keep this up. It’s the first game and you haven’t been to practice since you made the team.”

“I think it was a mistake to tryout. I’m not really into the whole River Vixens thing. I think it was too soon.”

“Too soon?” Veronica asked, scoffing. “Too soon for what? To participate? To make friends? To show Riverdale what they’ve been missing? You’ve got more talent in one hand than six of the best River Vixens combined.”

“V, it’s not that simple, okay? I just… I’m…” This conversation was stressful. What could she say? I’m sorry, I can’t think of anything but Archie’s bare chest glistening with sweat? If I have to look at Ms. Grundy ever again I’ll scream or cry or vomit? That the uniform used to fit but that all of these high school experiences felt like a life lived long ago?

Instead, she said something that she would regret the moment it left her mouth:

“You and Betty come as a pair. I’m just this spare tagalong and I’m not here for it, okay?!” Y/N pressed her fist against her mouth and bit back a whimper. She didn’t want to fight with V, and she didn’t want this to be how she truly felt. Being jealous of Betty, her first friend in Riverdale, felt dirty. She wanted to be better than this, but she wasn’t. She just hadn’t meant for it to come out like this.

The silence dragged on and before Veronica could gather herself enough to reply, Y/N began to speak rapidly.

“God V, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just so tired and it’s been a bad day. I can’t be having this conversation now. I really hope you’ll forgive me because… you’re my ride or die, you know?”

“You’re my ride or die, too. Look, maybe if you’re feeling better we can do something after the game. I’ll call you?” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, gripping her phone tightly and forcing the tears back. Veronica’s kindness was worse than her anger.

“Sure. Bye, V. Tell Betty good luck from me.”

“Yeah, I will.” She might have fallen asleep after that call, or else her brain had finally exhausted itself into silence, because when she came back to reality the sky outside had darkened considerably and her phone was the only source of light in the whole room.

V: Betty invited me to Pop’s. Is my ride or die up for a shake? On me!

Y/N smiled for the first time that day. She felt human again, like she could laugh and smile and exist in the same orbit as her classmates. So she pulled on a plaid shirt over her white t-shirt and stuffed her feet into her scuffed purple converse.

When she arrived at Pop’s her eyes were immediately drawn to red hair. It took her a moment, and Veronica calling her name, to pull her gaze away from it. Betty and Veronica, it seems, had been joined by Jughead and Archie. Betty turned to smile over her shoulder and Archie began to scoot further into the booth, making room for her.

She made eye contact with Jughead and he gave her a subtle nod and a hopeful smile, grimacing as Veronica body checked him in order to make room on their side of the booth. Veronica patted the spot next to her and reached out a hand.

“Sit next to me, I have so much to fill you in on!”

That night, sitting across from Archie Andrews, watching him smile and laugh in that booth at Pop’s with his friends… it was almost easy to believe that he wasn’t a victim of something terrible. But he was. He just didn’t know it yet.

Betty was the first to have to leave and Archie offered to walk her home. After that it was Veronica, Jughead, and Y/N for another hour or so before Veronica’s exhaustion from the game forced her home.

“Do you need a lift?” She asked the table as a whole.

“No, Jughead’s going to walk me home.”

“I am?” Jughead asked at the same time Veronica said coyly. “Oh he is, is he?” Veronica lingered a moment longer, smirking at the two of them like she knew something that they didn’t when it was actually the other way around.

“She definitely thinks I have a crush on you,” Y/N mumbled to Jughead as they began to leave Pop’s.

“I wonder why,” Jughead responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He pulled open the door for her and gestured for her to exit first. “Just so you know, I really am going to walk you home. I think you forget sometimes that a kid was murdered here. Riverdale isn’t a safe place anymore.”

“Trust me, Jughead, Riverdale has more than just an unsolved murder making it an unsafe place.”

“Ah, I see. Walking you home was just an excuse to talk about Ms. Grundy.” Jughead said as they began the walk to her house.

“I thought you would have picked up on that right away. You’re losing your edge, Jones. All those milkshakes are making your brain sluggish. And it’s not her I want to talk about. It’s Archie. Are you two okay now? After your confrontation on his lawn?”

Jughead took a moment to ponder this, kicking at loose rocks on the sidewalk. He tried to decide just what she needed to know. Something that would be enough to satiate her curiosity without breaking Archie’s trust in him.

“We’re on our way to being better. This thing with him and Grundy, it’s complicated.” She scoffed.

“That’s what they always say.” She muttered angrily. If her anger surprised him, he was careful to hide it. When they reached her front door his fingers caught the edge of her shirt sleeve to stop her from going in. The tips of his fingers brushed unexpectedly over the skin of her wrist. 

The contact caused her to flinch. In a moment of curiosity, Jughead allowed his thumb and forefinger to form a loose bracelet around it. She stood frozen at the bottom of her front porch and waited for his next move.

“Are you going to tell anyone?” It was loyalty to the friendship he had with Archie and a feeling of fear that made him ask. The fear of losing what was so nearly in his grasp again. She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut. She was quiet for so long that Jughead knew she wouldn’t answer him. “If you tell, he’ll never forgive me.”

Her eyes snapped open, bright with fury directed at him without any filter whatsoever. It stunned him.

“Fuck you, Jughead. That’s a shitty thing to put on me.” She pulled her wrist roughly from his loose hold and began to walk up her front steps, pausing when Jughead shouted after her.

“But it’s the truth!”

Fuck the truth. It didn’t belong in a place like Riverdale.

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Karaoke, Is Kara-OK? | Karamel Fanfiction #4 (Part 8)

Author’s Note : So.. It’s been awhile since I updated this series. I took a “hiatus” and I was starting to get a cold feet about it tbh. But, some of you are eagerly asking me to update, asking me about updates. And any encouragements coming from you are like rays of sunshine. So for your honor, here’s the Part8 from the KIKO Series of Karamel Fanfiction #4 - which I haven’t uploaded on Tumblr yet, and I hope you enjoy reading! I already posted this couple weeks ago, but since Part9 is coming anytime soon (I promise), here’s what happened before then. PS: play the song while you’re reading the story ;) #itllbringyouallthefeels

For previous chapters, click : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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Karaoke, Is Kara-OK? #np : Ed Sheeran - Shape Of You & Tenerife Sea

It’s 5pm now.

Kara left her office early. She finished and submitted her draft about the Alien Fight Club to Snapper hours earlier than the deadline. It granted her to leave the office earlier than the regular office hour, while her boss proofread, arranged, and decided which one of his staff’s article was the best for the headline. So now she’s home. Thank Rao there were no major crime she needed to take care of for today, so she can came home early to have some free time - me time - for herself later in the afternoon.

Well, actually she came home early to prepare herself.

That’s right. She needed to prepare herself, because in two hours, Kara’s going to meet Conner for a salsa and tacco night. Which two of those words Kara not really familiar with. Well, she knows what a salsa and tacco are. She dances, but not salsa dance. She eats tacco, but pizza and potstickers are her most favorites food. She was still thinking whether she needs to go or just take a rain check on it. She was still thinking whether she should be going or just staying at home, yet it made her feeling nervous and anxious all day.

Earlier this morning, Kara received a bouquet and a pendant necklace from Conner. She was surprised. For all she knew, they just met twice. First at the bar where he bought her drinks, and the second time was when they coincidentally bumped-into-each-other-then-went-for-a-brunch-together at Noonan’s where they had coffee and sticky buns together. And now he sent her gifts.

She just freshly showered and was about to blow dry her damp hair, when she heard a knock on her door. With her x-ray vision she looked through the wall and there she saw Mon El standing outside the door. She threw her damp towel elsewhere and walked to the door.

“Hi!”, Mon El greeted excitedly as Kara opened the door.

“Hi.. What are you doing here? Did something happened? Is everything okay?”, she asked worrily.

“Can you stop being a superhero for once? When someone comes to you, it doesn’t always mean that something happened, Kara”

“Sorry, and please come in”, she moved a little to the side so Mon El could walk in. “So, what happened?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one who’s going on a date”

“Wh, what? It’s not a date, Mon El”, she denied.

“Winn told me that when a guy and a girl went out together, and just the two people getting together for an activity..”

“Yes but it’s not a date, Mon El.. It’s just,”

“Yeah right..”, he said. Then he rubbed his hands before asking her, “So, what are you gonna wear?”

“What I’m gonna what now?”

“What are you gonna wear to this date?”

“Ugh! Again, this is not a date, Mon El. It’s just a dinner with a.. friend. And second,”

“And second, you cannot wear those lame and outdated cardigan you have. So threw it out”, he being sassy, Kara gave him the look. “What? Don’t give me the look. You’ll thank me later, Kara”

“Why do I need your opinion?”, she asked as she walked to the livingroom and Mon El followed.

“Because I’m a guy, and I know what a guy wants, what a guy likes. And I’m your friend, right? Friends help a friend in need” Again with the “friend”? Really Mon El?, he said to himself.

“Do I need it….”

“You do! Now, chop chop. Blow dry your hair or whatever and show me what you got” He ordered, both laughed.

“Now where do you know about blow dry”, Kara said as she walked to her room.

Mon El’s mood seemed to be lighten up than earlier. Just this morning he was looking tensed and unfriendly, but now he has this excitement and he’s being friendly. Suspiciously friendly. Although Kara wondered his motives, she feels glad that there’s someone helping her for this prompt matter.

Mon El walked behind her, and slumped to one of the couch in her livingroom. Kara took two minutes to blow dry her hair, do the side bangs, pinned half side of the hair up, and put the first dress on. It was a knee length mid sleeves floral A-line dress, she added a white belt on the waist. It’s a more of formal outfit than a daily outfit. She walked to him, and asked for his opinion.

“OK. First dress. What do you think?”, Kara asked, her hands on the waist.

“Really?”, Mon El narrowed his eyes. It was a no. “No. Next”, he ordered.

“You sure?”, she asked again.

“Yes. Next!”

She walked back to her room. Well it’s the first dress, Kara looked in the mirror and wasn’t really impressed with the dress anyway. She agreed with him. Then she quickly changed her dress.

While waiting for the second dress, Mon El took the remote control and turned the TV on to a music channel. Ed Sheeran’s song Shape of You just started to play. As it played, he listened to the song and starting to like it. He likes the beat. It’s sexy.

“Here’s the second”, Kara said as she walked to Mon El. She wore a sleeveless turtle neck black and white stripes flare dress, with a black cardigan.

“BIG NO. Are you going for a job interview or something? And what did I say about the cardigan?”, he rejected immediately after he saw what he saw.

“Threw it.” She huffed.

“Good. Go” Mon El said nonchalantly waving his hand. Kara let out a grunt and in a whooz she disappeared.

While waiting for Kara, Mon El focused his stare to the music video on TV. The music video written the lyrics. Just like in a karaoke, he sang along. He kinda like this song. The beat, the lyric, Ed’s voice, it made his body move.

“Everyday discovering something brand new, I’m in love with your bo…”, he sang along then Kara walked out. “..dy”

He locked his stare to a perfectly looking Kara in her ruffles off shoulder body fit black dress. The medium length dress was simple, yet it looked sexy and hugged Kara’s body perfectly. He wondered why he never saw Kara wearing this dress before, nor Kara ever wore this dress before. She looked amazing, like really amazing on it.

“What do you think?”, Kara asked.

“Wow.. This is.. You are..”, he was dumbstruck. His mouth tried to form a word.

“This is the one! Wow.. Kara.. you look”, he just lost of words. He stood up from the couch.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”, she said proudly.

“A thousand yes! You look amazing, Kara.. Wow…” He exclaimed then whispered softly, “He’s one lucky guy”

“Come again?”

“Nothing..”

The thought of “lucky guy” - of Conner, who’s going to be the one to spend the evening with such an amazing look and an amazing person like Kara, it broke his heart. Sometimes she doesn’t even have to say a word to make his heart hurt.

“Well, thank you for your help. I bought this for special occasions; and I never wear this dress because when I put it on, I think it’s too sexy.. and as a Supergirl, I can’t really,”

“Well you look perfect”, he complimented before she could finish her sentence.

Their eyes locked to each other for a couple seconds. Smile plastered on their face, but Mon El broke the stare before he get drowned into it and do something he’d later regret. He took a step forward to her.

“Alright. Done with the dress. Now, let’s practice a salsa”

“Let’s what now?”

“Let’s practice a salsa. Come on, now follow my lead”, he said as he sang along with the song. She let a laugh came out from her mouth.

“You know how to salsa?”, she asked in disbelief as Mon El walked to her.

“Hey I’m a dancing star on Daxam. We danced a lot. And although we didn’t have this so called salsa dance, but Barry and Winn showed me a video..”

“A video?”, Kara asked. Mon El nodded.

“They showed me these videos of this Val guy and then Derek something from that dancing show.. Long story short, I know the steps. I’m a fast learner y'know.. Now, let’s practice”

Kara hesitated, but Mon El quickly grabbed her hand to get her to stand beside him before she changed her mind.

“Come on, lit the spirit! This song and this beat is perfect, you, follow my lead”, he said as Kara stood beside him.

“Do I really need this crash course..”

“M hm. You helped me to adjust and adapt on earth, so please let me in return teach you how salsa..”, he said politely. Kara smiled at him. He tapped his feet already.

“Now salsa, it’s all about the feet and the steps. It’s all about embracing your sexiness.. and have some fun. It’s an easy basic 8 count steps..”, he explained. He stood beside her to show her the salsa On1 step.

“See.. Starts from the neutral position, then you step forward with your left, back again to neutral. Then step backward with your right, and back again to center”

Kara followed his lead, and moved her feet just like Mon El showed her. First with the feet side by side in neutral position, then step forward, neutral position. Then step backward with another, and back in neutral position. He helped her to learn the steps with a count from one to eight to make it easier. They stepped together as he teached her to mastered the basic step first. Then they moved rhythmically with the song. Kara quickly kept up with his pace, so Mon El took her hand as he stepped forward and stood in front of her.

“That’s perfect. Now take my hand”, he said and she did. “And another on my back shoulder”

“Now your shoulders.. You keep it straight and broadened, but do not stiffened. Hands above here..”, he touched her shoulder and grabbed her hands to a position.

“Good.. Now the feet” Kara listened to him intently and followed his lead.

Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You still played as their back sound and they started to move. They danced like a natural. First they started with a slow step, then he slowly up the tempo. They danced for a minute trying to keep up and not to step on each other’s toes. They danced in sync. Then he spread his hand and rolled her out, then pulled his hand and rolled her back. She laughed.

Then they speeded up the tempo, they speeded up their steps, and on the final move, right at the bridge of the song, he spun her around. He catched her just in time, and threw her back almost to the floor with his hand on her back, and that’s how their quick course crash course salsa course ended. Their breath hitched, then she let out a giggle.

His nose just inches away from her lips, inches away from her neck. For don’t know how many times, they were in a kissing distance. And with that, the song ended. And with such forceful tension of desire between them, both were trying hard to not make a move and kiss another. He pulled her back up, Kara jumped and clapped her hands. She was all smiley, a big smile on her face.

“That was amazing!! Thank you Mon El!”, she said excitedly.

“Pshh..”, Mon El played it cool.

“Alright. Salsa, the steps, the shoulder, the hips. Got it. Now I need to find my heels. Then I’m good to go”, she said as she walked back to her room excitedly.

“Can I get some water?”, Mon El asked as he walk to her kitchen.

“Oh yes! Sure. It’s in the fridge” her voice sounded distant from her room.

He took two bottles of water. He opened one for himself and took a gulp right away. There was a silence in the room, except a low sound of music playing from the TV. As he was playing the label on the bottle, he started to wonder about something. So he asked her.

“So, what do you think about Conner?”, Mon El asked.

He asked her a question. He finally asked her the question. He’s been wondering about that for days, he’s been wondering about how or what Kara really thinks about Conner for days. And he figured that perhaps this is the right time to ask her about it. Kara walked out her room wearing a perfect match heels for the dress. She wore her peep toe black heels that lengthen her legs and made her look hundred times sexier. Then she walked to him who was sitting on her kitchen stool.

“Actually, I never think about Conner”, she answered as she took a bottle of water Mon El offered.

“You wanna know what I think?”, he asked.

“What do you think?”

“I think he’s suspicious”, he said it right-to-the-point.

“Why, why would you think that?”, her eyebrows were narrowed.

“It’s just the vibe, you know.. I mean, I’m not saying that he’s a jerk or something, but, I just have suspicions on him. Guys kinda have this radar on other guys…”, he tried to explain.

“Well thank you for being a caring friend, Mon El”, she said politely, sweetly, as she grazed his hand. Mon El smiled in return. He couldn’t help but having goosebumps arose all over his body from her touch.

“M hmm…”

She looked at her watch, it read 6:20pm. She had to go now if she wanted to be at Cabana on time. Because with no cape, no Supergirl outfit, only Kara, means she should walk or took a bus to get there. And it takes time.

“Well, again, thank you Mon El. And now, I have to go”, Kara said as she walked to grab her long coat and turned off the TV. “Oh do you want to stay here? You can stay in, I won’t be long. And I have frozen pizza on the fridge in case you’re hungry”, Kara came back as she putted on her knee length black coat.

“Oh no no, thank you.. But I think I’ll go back to the DEO. Barry and Winn are there”

“Oh right! Barry texted me said he wanted to have a pizza party at The DEO before he travel back to Central City”

“Yes.. It sounds inviting right. Hey, you don’t wear that gift he sent you today?”

“Wear what? what gift?”, Kara asked looking confuse.

“That necklace he sent you..”

“Oh that, yes! I almost forgot” She quickly walked back to her room, and not a second later came back with the necklace.

“That’s a pretty necklace”, Mon El said.

“Would you mind helping me to put it on?”, she asked a favor. Mon El nodded, he walked to her, and took the necklace from her hand.

“Yes. Of course.. Allow me”, he said as he walked to stand behind her.

She pulled her hair up. His fingers were trembling from the view of Kara’s neck. He put it around her neck, and as his finger accidentally brushed her neck as he tried to lock the clasp, he could feel her skin reacted to his touch. Oh how he wanted to kiss that sweet spot.

“All done”, he said as he cleared his throat. He took a step away from her then he took a deep breath to neutralize the desire in his system. It’s crazy how she has this kind of power over him.

“It’s perfect” he said as she turned her body facing him.

“Thank you, Mon El”, she said. “Well, I should go..”

“Right…”

With that, he walked to the door, opened it, and took couple steps further. Kara followed behind, closing the door and locking the key. They started walking through the hallway, when Mon El stopped in his track and called her.

“Kara wait”, he said.

“I am serious about having suspicions.. about Conner,” he took a breath. “To keep a peace of my mind, can I walk you to Cabana? I swear I won’t get in the way, I just need to make sure that you’re safe”

Kara looked at him intently. His face expressed his worries. He worried about her. She figured that maybe this was the main reason why Mon El came to her apartment, to actually keep her company, to chaperoned her, to guard her.

“You want to walk me to Cabana?”

“Yes. Just to make sure you’re safe. I mean, I know you’re a big girl, and I know you can take care of yourself, but not everyone knows that you’re a Supergirl, and it’s better for you to keep it that way, so I just wa-”

“Yes”, Kara said.

“Yes?”, Mon El asked.

“Yes, of course you can walk me to Cabana.. Now let’s go”, she answered. Mon El was all excited and happy like a kid in a candy shop. He can walk Kara to the Cabana, he walk with Kara to the Cabana.

20 minutes later..

Cabana is the new tacco place open near the West Mainestreet intersection, across the street from the Groceries&Restaurant. Kara and Mon El walked and talked along their walk, they didn’t realize that they’re just standing across the street from Cabana. They stopped right in front of Groceries&Restaurant.

“That’s Cabana.. We’re here”, Mon El said as he snuck his hands to the pocket of his jacket.

“Yup. Thanks for walking me, Mon El”. He smiled at her.

“My pleasure”, he said.

“You sure you don’t want to come?”, she asked. Why are you doing this to me, Kara? You know I’d like to come.

“No, you enjoy your night, tacco, salsa, date, or whatever, and have fun”, he said.

“You too. Say hello to Barry from me? I’ll come to the DEO soon after the dinner”

“Sure”, he curved a sided smile.

“And save a slice for me please?”, she asked him a favor.

“Haha.. That, I can’t promise you”, he said laughingly. “Well, I should go. You pretty lady, enjoy your date”, he turned to his right about to walk.

“Mon El..”, she called him. He stopped and turned his head to Kara.

She walked closer to him. And to his surprise, she hugged him. She hugged him tight. He slip his hands out of his jacket, and hugged her back just as tight.

“Thank you…”, she whispered in his embrace.

She loosen her hug, then she gave him a kiss on his cheek and smile. She walked from him, crossing the street and in to the Cabana. His hands searching for her as the absent of her warmth changed to the freezing cold air breeze.

“Somehow you don’t have to open your mouth or say anything to hurt me. You can just.. go”, Mon El whispered as Kara entered Cabana. He realized that he just let Kara go, he just let Kara slipped away from him. And he realized what Alex said to him was true, that it’s hurting him. And the worse part, it’s all happened right in front of his eyes and he didn’t do anything about it.

•••••

An hour later.. The DEO Meeting Room

“Too bad Kara wasn’t here to have the last slice of the pizza.. It’s mine…”, Winn said about to take the very last slice of the delicious pepperoni pizza. J'onn, Alex, Barry, James and Mon-El were all sitting and staring at him when someone’s coming

“Don’t you dare touching my pizza!”, a loud voice coming from behind. Winn raised his hands away from the pizza. All of them were turning their head to the coming voice. To their surprise, it was Kara’s.

“You’re heree!!”, Winn exclaimed happily.

“Kara! I know you’d come”, Barry said just as happy as Kara came to him and gave him a hug with one hand because her other was holding a paperbag.

“Of course I come! Please tell me you save the last slice”, Kara said.

“You’re lucky just in time.. Winn and Mon El were fighting over the last one”, Barry said.

“It’s mine!”, she pointed her finger to Winn.

“And, I hope your stomach aren’t full, because..”, she said as she placed the paperbag on the glass table. “Tacco and potstickers!!”, she exclaimed excitedly as she pulled out five containers from the bag one by one.

All of them were cheering for round two. They were all munching the potstickers and taccos Kara brought, and it’s almost gone within five minutes.

“Oh hey, how was your date?”, Barry asked as he dipped the tacco to the guacamole.

“It wasn’t a date, Barry”, Kara responded with a mouthful.

“Yeah I don’t think so either, since it’s only 8pm and you’re here..”, Barry said with tacco in his mouth.

“You chickened out weren’t you?”, Winn snickered as he took a bite of his potsticker.

“What? I’m not. Conner cancelled on the last minute”

“He did what?”, Winn almost choked his potsticker.

“Yeah.. He said he got something at work, and…”, then Kara told Winn what happened. But only Winn, Alex, and J'onn listened. While Barry and Mon El shared a look. He then whispered to him.

“Go get her man”, Barry mouthed. Mon El only responded with a smirk.

And then they spent the night talking, laughing, teasing, and telling stories about how Kara and Barry became a superhero. The talk went for hours, without them realizing that it’s 11pm and it’s time for Barry to leave.

“These potstickers are da bomb. Thanks Kara..”, Barry said as he gave her a hug.

“You are most welcome”, Kara hugged him back.

“Alright. I got to go”, Barry said. “And don’t forget, if you need anything, I’m just a call - no, a portal away. Thanks a lot guys.. J'onn..” Barry said for the last time before he pushed the button of his inter-dimentional extrapolator. He walked through it, then he disappeared in a flash.

What they didn’t know was, this inter-dimentional crossover portal thing, it wasn’t a new thing. The portal can be created to crossover - and not only to crossover between Kara’s and Barry’s earth. Somewhere in National City, another portal to another dimention was open, and that would mean for trouble. And for trouble, they better prepare.

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Karaoke, Is Kara-OK? | Karamel Fanfiction #4 (Part 8)

Inspired by @karamel-prompts’ prompts

Read the previous chapters, click : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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Karaoke, Is Kara-OK? #np : Ed Sheeran - Shape Of You & Tenerife Sea

It’s 5pm now.

Kara left her office early. She finished and submitted her draft about the Alien Fight Club to Snapper hours earlier than the deadline. It granted her to leave the office earlier than the regular office hour, while her boss proofread, arranged, and decided which one of his staff’s article was the best for the headline. So now she’s home. Thank Rao there were no major crime she needed to take care of for today, so she can came home early to have some free time - me time - for herself later in the afternoon.

Well, actually she came home early to prepare herself.

That’s right. She needed to prepare herself, because in two hours, Kara’s going to meet Conner for a salsa and tacco night. Which two of those words Kara not really familiar with. Well, she knows what a salsa and tacco are. She dances, but not salsa dance. She eats tacco, but pizza and potstickers are her most favorites food. She was still thinking whether she needs to go or just take a rain check on it. She was still thinking whether she should be going or just staying at home, yet it made her feeling nervous and anxious all day.

Earlier this morning, Kara received a bouquet and a pendant necklace from Conner. She was surprised. For all she knew, they just met twice. First at the bar where he bought her drinks, and the second time was when they coincidentally bumped-into-each-other-then-went-for-a-brunch-together at Noonan’s where they had coffee and sticky buns together. And now he sent her gifts.

With the flowers and the beautiful pendant necklace he sent, it feels like they have met more than a couple times. It feels like somehow they are dating now - like a “boyfriend and girlfriend”. But they are not. But with such a manner and attention he gave her, and just by thinking about it, Kara couldn’t help but having these butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Tonight may not be just a salsa and tacco night, it might be somewhat - a date. Or maybe she was just overthinking it.

Conner called her at nine, to make sure that she received the package he sent. And he said he would love to see Kara wearing that necklace when they meet later on. So now, she’s holding the rose shaped velvet box in her hand, and wondered whether she should put it on or not. The red stone was really pretty, she couldn’t help but mesmerized by the red stone.

She just freshly showered and was about to blow dry her damp hair, when she heard a knock on her door. With her x-ray vision she looked through the wall and there she saw Mon El standing outside the door. She threw her damp towel elsewhere and walked to the door.

“Hi!”, Mon El greeted excitedly as Kara opened the door.

“Sorry, and please come in”, she moved a little to the side so Mon El could walk in. “So, what happened?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one who’s going on a date”

“Wh, what? It’s not a date, Mon El”, she denied.

“Winn told me that when a guy and a girl went out together, and just the two people getting together for an activity..”

“Yes but it’s not a date, Mon El.. It’s just,”

“Yeah right..”, he said. Then he rubbed his hands before asking her, “So, what are you gonna wear?”

“What I’m gonna what now?”

“What are you gonna wear to this date?”

“Ugh! Again, this is not a date, Mon El. It’s just a dinner with a.. friend. And second,”

“And second, you cannot wear those lame and outdated cardigan you have. So threw it out”, he being sassy, Kara gave him the look. “What? Don’t give me the look. You’ll thank me later, Kara”

“Why do I need your opinion?”, she asked as she walked to the livingroom and Mon El followed.

“Because I’m a guy, and I know what a guy wants, what a guy likes. And I’m your friend, right? Friends help a friend in need” Again with the “friend”? Really Mon El?, he said to himself.

“Do I need it….”

“You do! Now, chop chop. Blow dry your hair or whatever and show me what you got” He ordered, both laughed.

“Now where do you know about blow dry”, Kara said as she walked to her room.

Mon El’s mood seemed to be lighten up than earlier. Just this morning he was looking tensed and unfriendly, but now he has this excitement and he’s being friendly. Suspiciously friendly. Although Kara wondered his motives, she feels glad that there’s someone helping her for this prompt matter.

Mon El walked behind her, and slumped to one of the couch in her livingroom. Kara took two minutes to blow dry her hair, do the side bangs, pinned half side of the hair up, and put the first dress on. It was a knee length mid sleeves floral A-line dress, she added a white belt on the waist. It’s a more of formal outfit than a daily outfit. She walked to him, and asked for his opinion.

“OK. First dress. What do you think?”, Kara asked, her hands on the waist.

“Really?”, Mon El narrowed his eyes. It was a no. “No. Next”, he ordered.

“You sure?”, she asked again.

“Yes. Next!”

She walked back to her room. Well it’s the first dress, Kara looked in the mirror and wasn’t really impressed with the dress anyway. She agreed with him. Then she quickly changed her dress.

While waiting for the second dress, Mon El took the remote control and turned the TV on to a music channel. Ed Sheeran’s song Shape of You just started to play. As it played, he listened to the song and starting to like it. He likes the beat. It’s sexy.

“Here’s the second”, Kara said as she walked to Mon El. She wore a sleeveless turtle neck black and white stripes flare dress, with a black cardigan.

“BIG NO. Are you going for a job interview or something? And what did I say about the cardigan?”, he rejected immediately after he saw what he saw.

“Threw it.” She huffed.

“Good. Go” Mon El said nonchalantly waving his hand. Kara let out a grunt and in a whooz she disappeared.

While waiting for Kara, Mon El focused his stare to the music video on TV. The music video written the lyrics. Just like in a karaoke, he sang along. He kinda like this song. The beat, the lyric, Ed’s voice, it made his body move.

“Everyday discovering something brand new, I’m in love with your bo…”, he sang along then Kara walked out. “..dy”

He locked his stare to a perfectly looking Kara in her ruffles off shoulder body fit black dress. The medium length dress was simple, yet it looked sexy and hugged Kara’s body perfectly. He wondered why he never saw Kara wearing this dress before, nor Kara ever wore this dress before. She looked amazing, like really amazing on it.

“What do you think?”, Kara asked.

“Wow.. This is.. You are..”, he was dumbstruck. His mouth tried to form a word.

“This is the one! Wow.. Kara.. you look”, he just lost of words. He stood up from the couch.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”, she said proudly.

“A thousand yes! You look amazing, Kara.. Wow…” He exclaimed then whispered softly, “He’s one lucky guy”

“Come again?”

“Nothing..”

The thought of “lucky guy” - of Conner, who’s going to be the one to spend the evening with such an amazing look and an amazing person like Kara, it broke his heart. Sometimes she doesn’t even have to say a word to make his heart hurt.

“Well, thank you for your help. I bought this for special occasions; and I never wear this dress because when I put it on, I think it’s too sexy.. and as a Supergirl, I can’t really,”

“Well you look perfect”, he complimented before she could finish her sentence.

Their eyes locked to each other for a couple seconds. Smile plastered on their face, but Mon El broke the stare before he get drowned into it and do something he’d later regret. He took a step forward to her.

“Alright. Done with the dress. Now, let’s practice a salsa”

“Let’s what now?”

“Let’s practice a salsa. Come on, now follow my lead”, he said as he sang along with the song. She let a laugh came out from her mouth.

“You know how to salsa?”, she asked in disbelief as Mon El walked to her.

“Hey I’m a dancing star on Daxam. We danced a lot. And although we didn’t have this so called salsa dance, but Barry and Winn showed me a video..”

“A video?”, Kara asked. Mon El nodded.

“They showed me these videos of this Val guy and then Derek something from that dancing show.. Long story short, I know the steps. I’m a fast learner y'know.. Now, let’s practice”

Kara hesitated, but Mon El quickly grabbed her hand to get her to stand beside him before she changed her mind.

“Come on, lit the spirit! This song and this beat is perfect, you, follow my lead”, he said as Kara stood beside him.

“Do I really need this crash course..”

“M hm. You helped me to adjust and adapt on earth, so please let me in return teach you how salsa..”, he said politely. Kara smiled at him. He tapped his feet already.

“Now salsa, it’s all about the feet and the steps. It’s all about embracing your sexiness.. and have some fun. It’s an easy basic 8 count steps..”, he explained. He stood beside her to show her the salsa On1 step.

“See.. Starts from the neutral position, then you step forward with your left, back again to neutral. Then step backward with your right, and back again to center”

Kara followed his lead, and moved her feet just like Mon El showed her. First with the feet side by side in neutral position, then step forward, neutral position. Then step backward with another, and back in neutral position. He helped her to learn the steps with a count from one to eight to make it easier. They stepped together as he teached her to mastered the basic step first. Then they moved rhythmically with the song. Kara quickly kept up with his pace, so Mon El took her hand as he stepped forward and stood in front of her.

“That’s perfect. Now take my hand”, he said and she did. “And another on my back shoulder”

“Now your shoulders.. You keep it straight and broadened, but do not stiffened. Hands above here..”, he touched her shoulder and grabbed her hands to a position.

“Good.. Now the feet” Kara listened to him intently and followed his lead.

Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You still played as their back sound and they started to move. They danced like a natural. First they started with a slow step, then he slowly up the tempo. They danced for a minute trying to keep up and not to step on each other’s toes. They danced in sync. Then he spread his hand and rolled her out, then pulled his hand and rolled her back. She laughed.

Then they speeded up the tempo, they speeded up their steps, and on the final move, right at the bridge of the song, he spun her around. He catched her just in time, and threw her back almost to the floor with his hand on her back, and that’s how their quick course crash course salsa course ended. Their breath hitched, then she let out a giggle.

His nose just inches away from her lips, inches away from her neck. For don’t know how many times, they were in a kissing distance. And with that, the song ended. And with such forceful tension of desire between them, both were trying hard to not make a move and kiss another. He pulled her back up, Kara jumped and clapped her hands. She was all smiley, a big smile on her face.

“That was amazing!! Thank you Mon El!”, she said excitedly.

“Pshh..”, Mon El played it cool.

“Alright. Salsa, the steps, the shoulder, the hips. Got it. Now I need to find my heels. Then I’m good to go”, she said as she walked back to her room excitedly.

“Can I get some water?”, Mon El asked as he walk to her kitchen.

“Oh yes! Sure. It’s in the fridge” her voice sounded distant from her room.

He took two bottles of water. He opened one for himself and took a gulp right away. There was a silence in the room, except a low sound of music playing from the TV. As he was playing the label on the bottle, he started to wonder about something. So he asked her.

“So, what do you think about Conner?”, Mon El asked.

He asked her a question. He finally asked her the question. He’s been wondering about that for days, he’s been wondering about how or what Kara really thinks about Conner for days. And he figured that perhaps this is the right time to ask her about it. Kara walked out her room wearing a perfect match heels for the dress. She wore her peep toe black heels that lengthen her legs and made her look hundred times sexier. Then she walked to him who was sitting on her kitchen stool.

“Actually, I never think about Conner”, she answered as she took a bottle of water Mon El offered.

“You wanna know what I think?”, he asked.

“What do you think?”

“I think he’s suspicious”, he said it right-to-the-point.

“Why, why would you think that?”, her eyebrows were narrowed.

“It’s just the vibe, you know.. I mean, I’m not saying that he’s a jerk or something, but, I just have suspicions on him. Guys kinda have this radar on other guys…”, he tried to explain.

“Well thank you for being a caring friend, Mon El”, she said politely, sweetly, as she grazed his hand. Mon El smiled in return. He couldn’t help but having goosebumps arose all over his body from her touch.

“M hmm…”

She looked at her watch, it read 6:20pm. She had to go now if she wanted to be at Cabana on time. Because with no cape, no Supergirl outfit, only Kara, means she should walk or took a bus to get there. And it takes time.

“Well, again, thank you Mon El. And now, I have to go”, Kara said as she walked to grab her long coat and turned off the TV. “Oh do you want to stay here? You can stay in, I won’t be long. And I have frozen pizza on the fridge in case you’re hungry”, Kara came back as she putted on her knee length black coat.

“Oh no no, thank you.. But I think I’ll go back to the DEO. Barry and Winn are there”

“Oh right! Barry texted me said he wanted to have a pizza party at The DEO before he travel back to Central City”

“Yes.. It sounds inviting right. Hey, you don’t wear that gift he sent you today?”

“Wear what? what gift?”, Kara asked looking confuse.

“That necklace he sent you..”

“Oh that, yes! I almost forgot” She quickly walked back to her room, and not a second later came back with the necklace.

“That’s a pretty necklace”, Mon El said.

“Would you mind helping me to put it on?”, she asked a favor. Mon El nodded, he walked to her, and took the necklace from her hand.

“Yes. Of course.. Allow me”, he said as he walked to stand behind her.

She pulled her hair up. His fingers were trembling from the view of Kara’s neck. He put it around her neck, and as his finger accidentally brushed her neck as he tried to lock the clasp, he could feel her skin reacted to his touch. Oh how he wanted to kiss that sweet spot.

“All done”, he said as he cleared his throat. He took a step away from her then he took a deep breath to neutralize the desire in his system. It’s crazy how she has this kind of power over him.

“It’s perfect” he said as she turned her body facing him.

“Thank you, Mon El”, she said. “Well, I should go..”

“Right…”

With that, he walked to the door, opened it, and took couple steps further. Kara followed behind, closing the door and locking the key. They started walking through the hallway, when Mon El stopped in his track and called her.

“Kara wait”, he said.

“I am serious about having suspicions.. about Conner,” he took a breath. “To keep a peace of my mind, can I walk you to Cabana? I swear I won’t get in the way, I just need to make sure that you’re safe”

Kara looked at him intently. His face expressed his worries. He worried about her. She figured that maybe this was the main reason why Mon El came to her apartment, to actually keep her company, to chaperoned her, to guard her.

“You want to walk me to Cabana?”

“Yes. Just to make sure you’re safe. I mean, I know you’re a big girl, and I know you can take care of yourself, but not everyone knows that you’re a Supergirl, and it’s better for you to keep it that way, so I just wa-”

“Yes”, Kara said.

“Yes?”, Mon El asked.

“Yes, of course you can walk me to Cabana.. Now let’s go”, she answered. Mon El was all excited and happy like a kid in a candy shop. He can walk Kara to the Cabana, he walk with Kara to the Cabana.

20 minutes later..

Cabana is the new tacco place open near the West Mainestreet intersection, across the street from the Groceries&Restaurant. Kara and Mon El walked and talked along their walk, they didn’t realize that they’re just standing across the street from Cabana. They stopped right in front of Groceries&Restaurant.

“That’s Cabana.. We’re here”, Mon El said as he snuck his hands to the pocket of his jacket.

“Yup. Thanks for walking me, Mon El”. He smiled at her.

“My pleasure”, he said.

“You sure you don’t want to come?”, she asked. Why are you doing this to me, Kara? You know I’d like to come.

“No, you enjoy your night, tacco, salsa, date, or whatever, and have fun”, he said.

“You too. Say hello to Barry from me? I’ll come to the DEO soon after the dinner”

“Sure”, he curved a sided smile.

“And save a slice for me please?”, she asked him a favor.

“Haha.. That, I can’t promise you”, he said laughingly. “Well, I should go. You pretty lady, enjoy your date”, he turned to his right about to walk.

“Mon El..”, she called him. He stopped and turned his head to Kara.

She walked closer to him. And to his surprise, she hugged him. She hugged him tight. He slip his hands out of his jacket, and hugged her back just as tight.

“Thank you…”, she whispered in his embrace.

She loosen her hug, then she gave him a kiss on his cheek and smile. She walked from him, crossing the street and in to the Cabana. His hands searching for her as the absent of her warmth changed to the freezing cold air breeze.

“Somehow you don’t have to open your mouth or say anything to hurt me. You can just.. go”, Mon El whispered as Kara entered Cabana. He realized that he just let Kara go, he just let Kara slipped away from him. And he realized what Alex said to him was true, that it’s hurting him. And the worse part, it’s all happened right in front of his eyes and he didn’t do anything about it.

•••••

An hour later.. The DEO Meeting Room

“Too bad Kara wasn’t here to have the last slice of the pizza.. It’s mine…”, Winn said about to take the very last slice of the delicious pepperoni pizza. J'onn, Alex, Barry, James and Mon-El were all sitting and staring at him when someone’s coming

“Don’t you dare touching my pizza!”, a loud voice coming from behind. Winn raised his hands away from the pizza. All of them were turning their head to the coming voice. To their surprise, it was Kara’s.

“You’re heree!!”, Winn exclaimed happily.

“Kara! I know you’d come”, Barry said just as happy as Kara came to him and gave him a hug with one hand because her other was holding a paperbag.

“Of course I come! Please tell me you save the last slice”, Kara said.

“You’re lucky just in time.. Winn and Mon El were fighting over the last one”, Barry said.

“It’s mine!”, she pointed her finger to Winn.

“And, I hope your stomach aren’t full, because..”, she said as she placed the paperbag on the glass table. “Tacco and potstickers!!”, she exclaimed excitedly as she pulled out five containers from the bag one by one.

All of them were cheering for round two. They were all munching the potstickers and taccos Kara brought, and it’s almost gone within five minutes.

“Oh hey, how was your date?”, Barry asked as he dipped the tacco to the guacamole.

“It wasn’t a date, Barry”, Kara responded with a mouthful.

“Yeah I don’t think so either, since it’s only 8pm and you’re here..”, Barry said with tacco in his mouth.

“You chickened out weren’t you?”, Winn snickered as he took a bite of his potsticker.

“What? I’m not. Conner cancelled on the last minute”

“He did what?”, Winn almost choked his potsticker.

“Yeah.. He said he got something at work, and…”, then Kara told Winn what happened. But only Winn, Alex, and J'onn listened. While Barry and Mon El shared a look. He then whispered to him.

“Go get her man”, Barry mouthed. Mon El only responded with a smirk.

And then they spent the night talking, laughing, teasing, and telling stories about how Kara and Barry became a superhero. The talk went for hours, without them realizing that it’s 11pm and it’s time for Barry to leave.

“These potstickers are da bomb. Thanks Kara..”, Barry said as he gave her a hug.

“You are most welcome”, Kara hugged him back.

“Alright. I got to go”, Barry said. “And don’t forget, if you need anything, I’m just a portal away. Thanks a lot guys.. J'onn..” Barry said for the last time before he pushed the button of his inter-dimentional extrapolator. He walked through it, then he disappeared in a flash.

What they didn’t know was, this inter-dimentional crossover portal thing, it wasn’t a new thing. The portal can be created to crossover - and not only to crossover between Kara’s and Barry’s earth. Somewhere in National City, another portal to another dimention was open, and that would mean for trouble. And for trouble, they better prepare.