#and then someone replied to them like 'there's a reason no big club wanted him' like?? why are you talking about your club like that

[timoswerner]

sorry ppl are trying to make a thing about him having not posted on social media ???? omfg who caressssss

aside from the corners, maddison was not as bad as people were making out lmao

[fandoms-x-reader]

Wild Child

Word Count: 5,930

Oneshot

Summary: The brothers decide to go to a party without you. Instead of sulking alone, you decide to go out with Solomon to have your own fun. Demon Brothers x Female! ~Wild~ Party Reader Solomon x Reader (Platonic/Best Friend) Mentions alcohol and clubbing/partying.

You let out an annoyed sigh as you sat on one of the bed’s in Diavolo’s Castle. You crossed your arms as your mind flashed back to the seven demon brothers who abandoned you here. Okay, abandoned was a bit of an over exaggeration. But, you were definitely upset with them.

They had gotten invited to the annual Succubus party. It was apparently some great big party that everyone had fun at. There was only one problem - humans weren’t allowed. You rolled your eyes as you thought about the rule. 

The demon brothers all told you that they had to go. It would be improper for the Seven Rulers of the Devildom to not show up…or something like that. As much as they made it seem like they were going out of obligation, though, you could see the excitement in their eyes. They even convinced Levi to go!

You were fine with them going. You would have gone if you were in their position as well. What made you mad though, is they insisted on dropping you off at the Demon’s Lord Castle. They told you that they didn’t feel comfortable with you being left alone - for your safety. So, they asked Barbatos to make up a guest room and brought you over. 

Diavolo was unable to go to the Succubus Party because of how busy he was at the moment which meant that he also wouldn’t have any time to spend with you. You were doomed to spend the night in the guest room, bored out of your mind.

Most people would have just thrown a pity party and gotten comfortable. But, this was not how you were going to be spending your night. Not while everyone else was having fun. So, you called the only person you could think of - Solomon.

You quickly grabbed your D.D.D. and called your best friend. Since no humans were allowed at the party, he had to be free. You waited as the phone rang, praying that he would pick up. You were just hoping you could invite him over to the castle to keep you entertained for a bit.

“I was wondering when I’d get a call from you,” you heard him say as he answered. “You were expecting me to call you?” you asked. “I heard about the brothers “banishing” you to Lord Diavolo’s castle while they’re at the party,” Solomon replied. “You heard about that?” you questioned, surprised. 

“They may have mentioned it to me. You’ll never guess their reason either,” Solomon said, and you held your breath as you waited for him to continue. “They said it’s because they knew you wouldn’t be able to get into any trouble there,” he finished.

You raised an eyebrow at his words as you said, “So, they all get to go out and have fun without me, and they get to decide whether I get to have any fun tonight.” Solomon stayed silent for a moment, a smirk on his face. He knew that every time someone told you to do something, it was a challenge to do the exact opposite.

“We’re going out tonight. I don’t care where,” you told him after a few more moments. Solomon let out a chuckle before telling you, “I came prepared for you to say that. There’s a club having a party tonight as well. It turns out there are some people who don’t want to go to a party full of succubi.”

You turned the idea around in your head, a smile slowly forming on your lips. “The brothers will be mad if they find out you went to this party, though,” Solomon told you - daring you. “Well, they told me they would pick me up in the morning, so we’ll just make sure we come back to the castle when the night’s over,” you responded.

“I’ll come pick you up. See you soon,” Solomon stated before hanging up. Your heart skipped a beat in excitement as you went over to the suitcase you had packed for the night. Luckily for you, you had packed an outfit on the off chance they decided to invite you to the party last minute. You thanked your lucky stars that you were somehow always prepared to look good and you went to the bathroom to change.

After you finished getting ready, you took another look at the outfit and blushed a little bit. This was the first time you were wearing this outfit. Asmo had picked it out for you on one of your shopping trips. You never had the occasion to wear it, but you figured if you were to get invited to a party with a bunch of succubi, you should wear something that matched the theme; and, this outfit definitely did. 

You didn’t realize how much skin was exposed until you were wearing it. Your chest was supported in all the right ways while exposing a decent amount of your cleavage. The outfit hugged you in the best places while showing off your body with an open stomach and stopping mid-thigh to flaunt your legs. 

Once you were satisfied with the way you looked, you grabbed your D.D.D. and made your way to the door of the castle, where you unfortunately ran into Barbatos. He looked surprised to see what you were wearing. You don’t think anyone had seen you were something so provocative. 

“Heading out?” Barbatos asked you. “With Solomon, he’s outside,” you replied, reassuring him of your safety before giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t tell the brothers,” you asked him. Barbatos took in a breath before telling you, “I’m not your babysitter, you can go wherever you like; but, if they ask, I won’t lie.”

That was the answer you were looking for. Hopefully, if you planned everything accordingly, you would be back long before the brothers would even have to ask where you were. You flashed Barbatos a smile before leaving through the door and meeting up with Solomon.

When you got to the club, you were surprised to see how busy it actually was…and what was that song they were playing? You knew it. You turned to Solomon and he looked like a kid in a candy shop, practically bursting at the seams.

“I actually have a pact with the demon who owns this club, and when you agreed to go out tonight, I made some calls. Welcome to your very first human party in the Devildom,” Solomon said and your smile widened. Tonight was going to be fun.

You quickly dragged Solomon inside the club and couldn’t help but laugh. There was multiple human-world games set up. Beer Pong, Spin the Bottle, Truth or Dare…Twister. Solomon really thought of everything. 

He handed you a drink and you took a sip, surprised that you could actually feel the burn of the alcohol. You loved your best friend, but he was going to get you in trouble tonight.

Your mind switched to someone you knew who was sitting at the bar and you made your way over to him. He immediately smiled and you asked in disbelief, “Simeon?” He pulled you into a hug before saying, “Y/N! I was waiting for you to show up!”

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The Seven Rulers of the Devildom had been sitting at a nearby table contemplating their decision to come to the party tonight. Usually, they loved the Succubus Party. There was enough fun there to last them until the next year. But, this time, it felt like there was something missing; and, it didn’t take long for them to figure out what that was. 

They felt bad for pawning you off on Lord Diavolo, but you had a tendency to get into trouble when they weren’t around. They all figured they could make it up to you later. But, now they were wishing they had stayed in with you instead.

Lucifer and Satan sat in silence, watching the people around them. Mammon mindlessly twirled a grimm coin in between his fingers. Levi pulled out one of his handheld games, deciding it would be more fun than this party. Beel’s only mission was to eat the entire buffet, and Belphie was a few more quiet seconds away from falling asleep. Even Asmo was lacking the motivation to try and seduce a Succubi. What was wrong with them?

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You weren’t exactly sure when, or really even how, it happened, but you, Solomon, and Simeon were wasted. At first, you couldn’t stop laughing about Simeon’s drunken state - it was so ironic to you to see an angel so drunk. But, the more he loosened up, the more you realized how fun he was to party with.

You and Solomon made sure to play every single game that was set up. After all, you weren’t sure when you’d have another opportunity to play any human drinking games. You weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity.

You started with beer pong, surprising yourself with how good you were. A crowd of demons gathered around you, watching you play against miscellaneous opponents. Their cheers spurred you on and you won almost every time. 

When you were done with that, you decided to move over to Twister. You didn’t know the demons you were playing with; but, in your current state of mind, you didn’t care. The demons, however, were very excited to play with you. Almost every demon in the Devildom had a crush on the beautiful human exchange student. However, most of them weren’t allowed within an inch of you, thanks to your seven bodyguards. Now that they weren’t there, though, all bets were off the table. 

Solomon decided to spin the wheel for the game, giving the instructions for which body part to put on which color. You found yourself twisted in a precarious position between two demons and a small blush rose to your cheeks. You stayed strong in your position, though, and after a few more turns, you were all sent tumbling down to the ground. 

You let out genuine laughs as Solomon helped you stand back up. “Are you okay?” he asked with a small smile. He may have been the one to get you into this trouble, but he was also your best friend and wanted to make sure you were doing okay. That you weren’t feeling sick or uncomfortable. “I’m doing great,” you replied warmly before taking him over to the next game.

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The brothers had noticed that the already unusually quiet party had lost more and more people. What was happening to this year’s party? They decided not to think much about it. It wasn’t their place to question the succubi. They were just waiting for it to be over so they could finally leave. 

That was, until, a particularly drunk lower-level demon approached their table. Normally, they wouldn’t tolerate such behavior, but he was clearly inebriated. “Guess you guys chose the wrong party to show up to, huh?” the demon asked, plopping down next to Mammon. 

Mammon raised an eyebrow as he shared a glance with his brothers. “What are ya’ talking about?” “Your human - she’s all over Devilgram,” the demon replied with a smile. All of their hearts stopped beating as silence filled the air. “What?” Lucifer asked, anger rising in his eyes. Anger rising in all of their eyes.

“Yeah, Solomon and her are throwing an awesome party at the club. I’ll show you,” the demon proudly stated, pulling out his D.D.D. and opening Devilgram. Satan snatched the device away from the demon as soon as the app opened and they all crowded around the fourth eldest to look at the screen.

Pictures of you and Solomon started popping up and everyone’s eyes widened as they saw you. More specifically, when they saw the outfit. The problem wasn’t the outfit - the problem was you looked absolutely stunning in it and you were letting every passing demon look at you in it. That was a huge problem for them. Like the demon said, you were their human.

The anger and jealousy hung like a storm cloud over the brothers as they looked at the pictures. And, if that wasn’t bad enough - then came the videos. And there was a multitude of them. Videos of you dirty dancing and playing Twister. Videos of a demon getting dared to kiss your neck and another one in which you were chosen for ‘Spin the Bottle’. 

What made things all the worse was that none of them had gotten a chance to see this side of you. The opportunity had never presented itself for them to get you alcohol from the human world, and Demonus had no effect on humans. They were missing their chance to see you stumble around or slur your words in the cute way humans do. They were missing their chance for you to be cute and cuddly, the alcohol clouding your decisions. Instead, the honor was going to a bunch of random low-level demons who had the audacity to have their lips on you. Someone was going to pay.

“Looks like everyone’s getting a piece of her tonight,” the demon joked, laughing a bit. Not funny. The ‘joke’ was enough to send them all into their demon form, Satan crushing the demon’s D.D.D. in his hand from the wrath he was feeling.

“Hey,” the demon pouted but they paid him no attention. “We’re leaving,” Lucifer stated - as if he even needed to. All seven brothers walked out of the Succubus Party - much to the succubi's dismay - and made their way to the club.

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You hadn’t planned on being as adventurous as you had been tonight. But, Solomon was an excellent wingman - and an instigator. He held a mischievous look in his eyes everytime he suggested you play a game. He knew if the brothers found out, you would be in trouble, but that was part of the fun.

So, now here you were, sitting in a chair in the middle of the club with a demon who had been dared to do a body shot off of you. The idea made you blush but you complied nonetheless. After all, a dare is a dare right?

You sat there nervously in the middle of the club while others cheered the demon on. He got down on his knees in front of you, holding a shot in his hand. He looked nervous and you felt a bit bad for him. So you flashed him a small smile, and told him, “Don’t worry, it’s just for a dare.” That seemed to make him relax a little bit as he got ready to do the body shot.

The demon brothers had arrived at the club and entered it with a mission - to find you. Nothing else mattered. They noticed that everyone’s attention was focused on the center of the club and they all looked in that direction, stopping dead in their tracks at the scene in front of them. 

The demon who was in front of you poured the shot on your stomach before gripping your hips and seductively licking the shot off your body. When he was done, he moved up your body and crashed his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. 

When the demon pulled away, everyone cheered loudly, enjoying the completion of the dare. You stood up from the chair, blushing and laughing at the situation as Solomon approached you. Before he could say anything though, your eyes scanned the club and you stopped breathing when you saw all seven brothers standing before you, a look of murder in their eyes.

Your smile immediately fell as you saw them. “Uh oh,” you muttered and Solomon looked in that direction, his own smile leaving his face. You two were in so much trouble. As if on cue, all seven of them started walking towards you, the true aura of their power shining around them. 

“Solomon,” you muttered. “Yeah?” he asked. “I want to be buried in the human world,” you replied as they finally reached you. They were so angry, no words could even come to their mind. In your intoxicated state, you thought it would be best to break the ice by asking, “How was the party?”

They all narrowed their gaze on you as Lucifer grabbed your wrist and told you in a dangerously low voice, “You’re done.” He then started leading you out of the club, his grip tightening on your wrist in case you got any funny ideas of trying to stay. You knew better though. The other six brothers surrounded you, forming a wall of protection from all of the other demons. They would be damned if the other demons tried to sneak a look at you again.

The whole way home was silent. No one dared to speak a word, and you didn’t know if that was more scary than them yelling at you. 

When you got to the House of Lamentation, Lucifer instructed you to sit on the couch in the living room while they all stood in front of you, ready to give you the lecture of your life. “What were ya’ thinking?” Mammon asked, breaking the silence. You knew better than to try and talk in the middle of their lecture.

His question began an onslaught of questions from everyone else as they scolded you on the dangers of going to parties without them. You did your best to sit there and take it, but you had a lot of alcohol in your system and you were struggling to focus. Eventually they realized this and Asmo said, “Maybe we should pick this up tomorrow.” 

None of them were completely satisfied with that, still feeling angry; but, they knew it was for the best. “You’re banned from hanging out with Solomon until further notice,” Lucifer added in as a last remark. You didn’t say anything in response. You just sat still while everyone headed off to bed for the night. Everyone except - him.

Lucifer watched your unmoving form as his brothers headed off to bed. He thought what you did was completely irresponsible. The simple fact is that you are a human in the Devildom and who knows how many of those demons were just waiting for their chance to pounce on you. The opportune moment when someone wasn’t watching you, and with how drunk Solomon was, Lucifer doubted he was capable of keeping his eyes on you the whole time. 

He wanted to keep a stern appearance so that you knew he was serious, but he couldn’t leave you sitting there on the couch in the state you were in. He approached you slowly and offered you his hand. You looked up at him in shock and he softly said, “Let’s get you to bed.”

You gave him a small smile as he led you to your room. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse into your bed for the night, but Lucifer had decided you needed to change into different clothes. He accompanied you to your closet and then ushered you inside your bathroom to change.

He waited for you to change and when you came out, the two of you exchanged awkward glances. You knew he wasn’t going to leave you alone. Not yet at least. So, you crawled over to your bed and slipped underneath the covers.

Lucifer didn’t say anything, he just leaned against the wall by your door, making sure you got to sleep safely. You sent him one more glance before closing your eyes and letting sleep overtake you. Lucifer was surprised at how quickly you fell asleep, but with the amount of alcohol you had, maybe he shouldn’t have been.

He looked over your sleeping form and for the first time all night, his cold facade broke. He approached the bed and sat down in front of you, careful not to wake you. He gently brushed some of your hair out of your face before letting out a small sigh. “Why do you always have to end up in trouble?” Lucifer asked softly, letting his gloved thumb stroke your cheek bone. If only you knew his true feelings for you, maybe you wouldn’t have gone to the club in the first place.

As everyone shuffled off to bed, Mammon immediately went to you. He couldn’t leave his human there with no help. He sat down next to you on the couch and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Dammit, why did you always have to look so cute?

“Come on, I’ll help ya’ get to your room,” Mammon offered. You nodded your head as he helped you stand up, keeping his arm around your waist in case you needed any help walking. He helped you get into your room and told you, “You should change.”

You moved away from him to your closet and immediately peeled off your top much to Mammon’s surprise. His cheeks burned a bright red as he immediately turned around, the image of you shirtless seared into his brain. “I meant in the bathroom,” Mammon muttered.

You finished changing and turned to face Mammon who was looking away from you. A slight blush rose to your cheeks as you realized what you had just done. “Sorry, you can look now,” you told him and he slowly turned around, as if he wasn’t sure if it was safe or not.

He relaxed a little bit once he saw you were fully clothed, and you moved to get in your bed. You stumbled a bit and Mammon’s arms were immediately around you, making sure you didn’t fall. You looked up at him and noticed your lips were inches apart from each other. He wanted so badly to lean in and kiss you, but he couldn’t have your first kiss with him be while you were too drunk to even remember it. 

So, he helped you get into your bed instead, making sure you were properly situated. He was about to leave when suddenly he felt a surprisingly strong force pulling him down.

He let out a small shout as you pulled him into the bed, snuggling into him. “Wha?” he began to ask, but you cut him off. “I missed you tonight,” you told him, your head on his chest while your arm wrapped around his torso.

Mammon was blushing furiously as his heart was pounding in chest. By the time he finally got his thoughts together to respond, he could hear you softly snoring. He finally let his arms relax around you as he closed his eyes. Why did you have to have so much power over him?

Levi stood there looking at you and a frown fell upon his lips. How could he not help you - his true friend? He let out a small sigh as he nervously stood there, not knowing what to do to help you. He cleared his throat after a moment before asking, “Do you - need any help?” 

Your head snapped up to see him standing there, looking very unsure of himself. “I can make sure you get to your room okay,” Levi suggested. “Sure,” you said with a small smile. You moved to stand up and you were a bit wobbly. Levi took a step forward to help you but when he noticed you had steadied yourself, he backed off, not wanting to overstep. 

He followed you to your room and didn’t think about telling you to change clothes. He’s never really had to deal with someone this drunk before. He helped you get in the bed immediately. He thought the best thing for you would be sleep. 

You laid in the bed not moving, and Levi was about to leave, but he took another glance at you and you looked too still. He went into panic mode once again as he moved forward, gently touching the side of your neck to check for a pulse. 

He let out a breath of relief as he felt it, but the coolness of his hands felt nice on your overheating body, so you reached your hand up to his and interlaced your fingers with his. He let out a startled noise, but didn’t pull away. There was something about the way your hand felt entwined with his that made him never want to let go. He stayed frozen for a moment before deciding to sit down on the bed. It wouldn’t be a bad thing if he stayed a little longer, right? Just to make sure you weren’t going to die. 

Satan followed the rest of his brothers to leave the room, but something stopped him. He paused for a moment before turning back around to look at you. You hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch. He was angry, for sure, but he couldn’t leave you to pass out on the couch.

He slowly approached you and you immediately looked up at him as soon as he got in front of you. You were looking up at him with big, helpless eyes and his heart swelled. He knew that even if he was angry at what happened, he couldn’t be truly angry at you. 

Satan gently brushed the back of his hand over your cheek before letting out a small sigh and helping you stand up. He helped support your weight as he managed to get you to your bedroom. He went to your closet and quickly picked whatever clothes looked comfortable, not wanting to rummage through your belongings without your permission. 

He handed you the clothes and then guided you to the bathroom. You gave him a small smile and went inside doing your best to change. You managed to slip into the bottoms, but getting changed into the top was a different story. You managed to get your current top most of the way off when it snagged in your hair.  Great. As if you weren’t already embarrassed enough as it was.

You let out a sigh of frustration and you heard Satan shuffle from outside the door. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “I’m, uh, stuck,” you replied, a blush covering your cheeks. Satan was confused and asked, “Is it alright if I come in.”

You nodded your head and then realized he couldn’t see you. “Yes,” you said, and the door slowly opened. Satan blushed when he noticed your shirt was still off but focused on the task at hand. He moved to stand right behind you and carefully untangled the top from your hair. 

His fingers brushed gently against your back, sending a shiver down your spine. His blush deepened when he felt you shiver and he closed his eyes to regain his composure. He had imagined you shirtless many times, but it was never under this pretense. 

“Got it,” he said softly, removing the top from your hair. “Thank you,” you told him, slipping the new shirt on before exiting the bathroom. You moved over to your bed and sat down on it. You looked over at Satan and he was standing there, unsure what to do at this point.

“Would you stay with me tonight?” you asked him, your eyes filled with hope. Satan could never say no to you. “Of course,” he replied, getting into the bed next to you. You didn’t overbear him with cuddles, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone.

He stayed laying on his back until you were fast asleep, and then he turned to face you. He cupped your cheek before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead. He wished he could understand what about you made him have such strong feelings for you.

Asmo stood still for a minute, taking in your appearance. You were absolutely wasted. He sympathized with you. He had been in the same position many times over the countless years he had been alive. As soon as his brothers were gone, he approached you and titled your chin up to look up at him. “Come on, hun,” he said, carefully helping you up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he told you, brushing some hair out of your face. “Thanks Asmo,” you replied, making him smile. He helped you get to your room and immediately looked at your closet. He turned to face you and told you, “You look absolutely stunning in that outfit, Y/N. I definitely made the right choice when I got it for you.” A blush coated your cheeks, and you looked down to hide it.

“But,” Asmo continued, tilting your head back up to lock eyes, “You can’t sleep in it.” He then moved over to your closet and searched your clothes finding the perfect outfit. It was comfortable and cute. Leave it to Asmo to make sure you look good even when you’re too drunk to remember it. 

He led you to the bathroom and told you, “I’ll be here when you’re done.” You gave him a small smile and went inside. You changed quickly and then opened the door again where Asmo was waiting eagerly. 

You tried to take a step out, but he stopped you. “You’re not done quite yet,” he told you. He quickly lifted you onto the counter, surprising you with his strength. He then pulled out multiple beauty supplies to take off your makeup and wash your face. After all, being drunk wasn’t an excuse to damage your skin by sleeping in your makeup. 

You let him do whatever he wanted, enjoying the feeling of his hands gently rubbing over your face. When he was satisfied, he helped you back off the counter and led you to your bed. He laid you down on it before moving towards the lights.

“Asmo?” you asked, not wanting him to leave. He smiled at the sound of his name and turned the lights off. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he told you, climbing into the bed. He would never take advantage of you while you were in this state, but there was also no chance he was going to leave you alone. 

He quickly wrapped you in his arms, letting you know he was there for you, and he gently stroked your hair, making sure you were as comfortable as could be. You fell asleep pretty quickly and Asmo listened to the sound of you breathing. He thought about the night and couldn’t help the jealousy that rose back up in him. Next time, he - and he alone - was going to be the one who made sure you had the night of your life.

Concern filled his eyes as he looked at you while his brothers each gave their own lecture. He understood where they were coming from, and he was equally upset about it in his own way. But, couldn’t they see that you weren’t feeling your best right now? Maybe some food would help you feel better.

As soon as the “intervention” was called to an end for the night, Beel went straight to the kitchen to whip up a snack. He held off the urge to eat everything he had made and brought the snack right back to you.

He let out a small breath of relief as he noticed you hadn’t passed out yet and came and sat next to you on the couch. He offered you the plate and you gave him a warm smile as you graciously took it. “Thank you,” you told him. He smiled back at you, happy that he had found some way to help. 

When you were done eating, Beel wasted no time in getting you to bed. You let out a small shout of surprise as he swept you into his arms, lifting you off the couch. You could have protested, but you were so tired. It was nice being carried to your room, especially by Beel.

It felt so warm and safe in his arms, you nearly fell asleep on the short walk to your bedroom. In fact, you thought you had when you felt Beel set you down on your bed. His mind was on a one-way track to making sure you got some rest, and there were no stops for a change of clothes or taking off your makeup.

Beel sat next to you on the bed for a moment, gently patting the top of your head. A frown suddenly formed on his face as he thought about the idea of you getting nightmares tonight. You did have a lot to drink, and he had heard that alcohol could have negative impacts on a human’s sleep.

The thought of you waking up alone and scared was too much for Beel to handle. So, he decided he would stay the night. He had gotten comfortable in the bed when you had suddenly shifted, your head leaning against his shoulder. 

A blush coated his cheeks as he dared to turn his head and look at you. Your sleeping form was so cute! He let out a small sigh as he went back to staring up at the ceiling. He was so into you.

Belphie couldn’t help the small smile that rested on his face as his brothers all left the living room. He looked over your appearance and the smile slowly turned into a smirk as he went to sit down next to you. He can’t just take care of you. No, he has to tease you a bit first.

He frowned a bit when you didn’t lift your head to acknowledge his presence, but decided to push further anyway. “You’re always getting in trouble, you know?” Belphie asked, gently poking your cheek.

You finally turned to look at him, a playful glare in your eyes. “It’s not like I meant for things to get this far out of hand,” you replied. It wasn’t a lie. “When you’re with Solomon, things always get out of hand,” he teased back. You let out an unsatisfied huff and Belphie got the message. He would tease you more tomorrow.

He stood up and pulled you up from the couch, leading you to your room. He’s another one that doesn’t care about appearance as much as the others, so your clothes and makeup are a non-factor.

Instead, he leads you to your bed before turning the lights off and shutting the door. Maybe you wanted cuddles, maybe you didn’t. He never thought about asking you. Instead, he figured he should be compensated for taking the time to help you up to your room. And, he wanted cuddles.

So, as soon as you were laying in bed, he slid in next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he snuggled in as close as he could. “Belphie,” you muttered with a blush, not expecting him to do that. He didn’t respond, pretending he was asleep, even though you knew full well that he couldn’t fall asleep that quickly. 

You let out a small giggle at his childish behavior before deciding to take advantage of the cuddles. You shifted slightly to get a little more comfortable and then found yourself easily falling asleep. 

Soon, your soft snores and even breaths were the only thing Belphie could hear and he opened his eyes to take another look at you. You looked so peaceful when you were sleeping. He had never felt like this about anyone before.

[eternally-racing]

blind spot | lando norris (+ logan)

genre: angst (maybe fluff if you squint)

pairing: lando x reader and some logan x reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: none

summary: at the end of season party, feelings and frustrations seem to spill over for Lando when he spots you with another driver.

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It’s the post race party in Abu Dhabi and there’s a certain lightness filling the room. No matter whether this was a good season or a bad season for each driver, it was done and that alone was reason enough to celebrate. 

You’re used to spending the races you get to watch in McLaren hospitality thanks to your lifelong friendship with Lando. He says you’re his good luck charm, so even on weekends where you can’t make the travel work out you still find yourself up at ungodly hours in the morning to cheer him on. It’s been nice that being friends with Lando has allowed you to make friends with some of the other guys on the grid, like George and Alex, but you haven’t really put yourself out there at all. You’re here for your best friend, so you make good on your promises to stick next to him all throughout the race weekend. 

Today is an exception though, as Max has dragged Lando up to the DJ booth with him and there’s only so long you can spend right in front of the speakers before you get a headache. He hasn’t noticed your absence but that’s unsurprising to you - the club is the one place where you and Lando seem to really have your differences. He lives for the energy; the big crowds, the loud music, the people, while you’d rather get drunk on a bottle of wine at home while watching an old movie if you had the choice. For a minute, you consider leaving Lando behind to do exactly that, but you can see his smile even from across the room and you would hate to accidentally take that away from him. Instead, you figure if you’re going to be here longer, another drink from the bar wouldn’t hurt. You’re swirling your straw around in your drink while sitting at the bar, feeling the bass pound through your seat as you take in the sights of all the drivers and their friends roaming around. It’s nice to see them all that free, and you don’t notice a familiar duo on the grid creep up on you until you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

“Oh hey Y/N, I wanted to introduce you to Logan, my teammate,” is what Alex says casually to you over the music roaring through the club.  There’s suddenly a dirty-blonde haired boy in front of you with a charming smile, and something about him makes your heart race. He reaches his hand out to greet you and you can feel your cheeks warm up, and you don’t think it’s from the vodka cran that you’re holding onto. 

You and Logan get along like two drops of water as you find yourself settling into a booth with just him for the night. You talk about your families, your favorite tv shows, your deepest hopes and regrets. It’s been a while since you’ve ever connected with someone like this. It’s like when he looks at you he really sees you, which is something you’ve always wished for from someone else. The two of you are in your own world as you’re chatting away, so much to the point that you don’t notice a familiar curly haired boy approach your booth. 

“Time to go Y/N, you’re drunk.” 

Lando leans onto the table with both hands and you can see the way that he’s staring at you that he’s dead serious, the only thing is you’re not sure why.  You offer him a smile as you reply back to him.

“I’m fine with Logan, thank you though.” 

There’s a painfully awkward silence falling over you three. Lando doesn’t accept no for an answer, and he’s already reaching for your wrist to pull you up to him. It starts to frustrate you because you’re nowhere near drunk and Lando knows that too. Drunk Y/N would be dancing up on a table pounding back shots of tequila, definitely not sitting here chatting with a really nice guy. You stop Lando by placing a hand over his and he looks up in shock at your actions. 

“She said she’s good, mate.” Logan interjects firmly from the other side of you, and even you tense up knowing that Lando is not going to like that tone. 

Lando doesn’t even look Logan in the eye and is staring directly at you. You mouth “what are you doing” to him while he keeps staring you down like you’ve committed a crime. 

“You don’t wanna start this Sargeant, I promise you that.” Lando curses, his eyes still never leaving yours.

Lando’s statement has you clenching your jaw and your mind is spinning as you try to interpret it. In the short time you’ve spoken to Logan you’ve learned a lot about him - he was kind, thoughtful, and already felt like an outsider on the grid, so there was absolutely no reason for Lando to be acting like your bodyguard against him right now. 

The pacifist in you just wants this whole interaction to be over, so you go to pick up your purse and give Logan a look that says “sorry, I have no idea what he’s doing” before you stand up to join your best friend. Lando was someone you could never say no to, no matter how hard you tried. 

Logan offers the man a tight lipped smile before bringing his drink to his lips. Your heart hurts knowing that he already struggles with making friends on the grid and you’re sure that spending tonight with him hasn’t helped that at all. Lando’s going to hear it from you, for sure, you’re just hoping you can keep it in until you both get back to the hotel. 

Lando doesn’t spare another glance to you while you’re rummaging through the contents of your purse, and you keep your distance from him too. His jaw is still clenched like it would be after a bad race, only this time you don’t want to reach out to caress his cheek to help him. Lando fucked up tonight, and maybe you did too but the frustration of everything was becoming too much.

It’s when Lando turns back to get the last word in and says “stay away from my girl” do you finally lose it. 

You scoff “your girl?? I wasn’t your girl when you were doing body shots off that girl in the corner 20 minutes ago.” Suddenly you’re breathing heavily as you’re staring back at Lando with an equally angry look. This season has made you feel one thing - you may be Lando’s best friend but you’ll never be his girl, so hearing those words echoed back at you made you see red, knowing that Lando didn’t feel the same way. 

When your voices start to elevate further Logan quietly excuses himself from the situation when he realizes that it’s much bigger than just Lando being pissed at him for talking to you tonight, and neither of you even seem to notice as you’re too busy flinging words at each other. 

There’s a certain fire behind Lando’s eyes and an emotion you can’t quite place. You two have argued of course, but over stupid things like what type of takeout you were gonna get and who would have to take out the garbage. But you’ve never yelled at each other like this. 

“Why are you doing this, Lando?” your voice is laced with exasperation and you still can’t even look him in the eye. 

“It’s for your own good, you don’t get it” 

You mumble under your breath that you can see good or bad for yourself completely fine, something that has Lando rolling his eyes as he tightens his hold on your wrist.

“I”m not the one who doesn’t get it. You think you know everything. But news flash Norris, you don’t” 

You only use Lando’s last name when you’re in a bad mood, and it’s an immediate indicator for the curly haired man that you’re picking a fight. It’s a miracle nobody has noticed the two of you arguing as he’s basically dragging you through the crowds of people on the dance floor like you’re a little kid being put in timeout. Maybe you could never hate Lando, but man do you really dislike him at this moment. 

“I can name anything about you Y/N - favorite color, favorite food, favorite movie, try me.” 

You can tell he’s dead serious as he stops in his tracks and turns back to face you. He’s not moving until you answer his challenge, so you give in to his request begrudgingly with some rapid fire questions. You have to admit that he answers your questions almost expertly - nailing all of them. There’s one question he’s bound to get wrong, and  somehow the words that have been stuck on your tongue for so long finally slip out and hit the curly haired boy in front of you.

“What about the fact that the ENTIRE grid can tell that I’m in love with you and the only person who doesn’t get it is you -  did you know that, Lando?” 

The look on Lando’s face as you say it tells you everything you need to know. Of course he had no idea, he never looked as closely at you as you did to him. He’s stuttering and mumbling his words and you don’t have the patience to listen to him be flustered over this. Or maybe it’s that you don’t want to hear him reject you for real. 

“You don’t need to say anything.” You say firmly “you’ve made it abundantly clear over the last year about how you feel.” Around you the crowd doesn’t seem to pay any attention to your spat and that’s the most reprieve you’ll be able to get out of this situation. 

“I’m leaving, Lando.” you sigh and your voice cracks slightly  “and don’t you dare think of following me” 

It all seems to happen so fast. It’s a long, sad, empty Uber ride back to the hotel as you try to hold in your tears in the backseat. You know you told him no, but a part of you wishes that Lando would’ve fought for you, that he would’ve followed you out into the rain and you both could’ve made up right then and there. But life isn’t a movie, and 

that’s become evidently clear on this drive. 

It’s only once you’re cocooned under your blankets that you have the courage to finally check your phone. There’s only 1 message on your home screen…

And you hate yourself for it, but it’s not from the boy you wanted it to be.

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author's note: honestly im not 100% happy with this piece and i don't can't exactly pinpoint why, but i wanted to share it with you all anyways in hopes that someone enjoys it! i'll keep working on making even better fics in the future :) Until next time! - Em <3

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

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Summary; You're feeling a little bit shitty and being sick always makes you clingy, Eddie snaps at you while he's planning Hellfire not realising the reason why you're so clingy.

Warnings; Kinda mean Eddie, then soft Eddie, fluff, the reader is sick (headache), minors dni

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work 💕

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Since you woke up this morning you had been feeling out of sorts, a pounding headache made you feel nauseated and it made you crave cuddles from your boyfriend Eddie.

When you were sick you always wanted cuddles, more affection.

Eddie was planning a massive campaign for Hellfire and normally you would never bother him during this time but you were feeling like shit and you just wanted Eddie to hold you for a little while.

Even though he had graduated now he still loved doing the campaign with his friends and you loved to join them sometimes, whether it was Eddie teaching you how to play or joining in on the campaign.

When you go to the drama club he's deep in planning for the campaign, scribbling notes and making sure everything is set up perfect.

"Eddie?" he briefly looks up and smiles.

"Hey princess" You kiss his cheek and cuddle into him. He stops what he's doing for a second, presses a kiss to your lips then manoeuvres around you to continue planning out the campaign.

"How's the planning going?" he nods barely taking his eyes off the notes he's wrote.

"Fine" you whine as he moves and you just want five minutes with him and walk up to him nuzzling into his chest.

You tug on his shirt and frustration gives way on his features.

"Jesus H Christ! The guys will be here any minute and I have so much to do. What is it?" he snaps and you wince at his annoyed tone as move away.

"You know what, it's fine. Sorry for bothering you" you reply hurt and he pauses, his irritation wavering.

"Princess, this is my big campaign it's important" The rest of Hellfire come in and you fake a smile, feeling even more shitty that Eddie snapped at you.

"I'll see you later Eddie, have a good campaign okay?" you smile at the guys then rush out before Eddie can call you back.

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The campaign was a massive success, he had spent a lot of time on it and he was pleased everything went so well.

However, all through Hellfire, he felt guilty that he snapped at you, the way you tried to hide how upset you were caused his heart to ache.

The truth was he was still getting used to being with someone this long, he only really had hook ups and brief relationships.

Nobody really caught his eye until you came along, no one made him want to commit to something...more until you came along.

He loved you so much and it scared the shit out of him at first at how deeply he loved you, he was less scared now but he was still navigating having a busy love life with his social life.

Before you all that took up his time was Hellfire and band practice but now he was getting used to having an amazing partner who now took up a pretty large part of his thoughts.

You rarely ever bothered him during the later stages of planning a campaign, except when he taught you how to play when you expressed interest in attending a few meetings.

Something must be bothering you and he curses himself that he doesn't know what's wrong. He didn't even give you a chance to explain.

The boys and Erica loved you as well and Erica was very vocal about the fact that he had messed up.

Unbelievable. He was told off by an eleven-year-old.

He's anxious to speak to you now and hopes you went back to his trailer as per the usual after Hellfire night.

💕

When Eddie gets home, Uncle Wayne is waiting for him.

"Hey, Wayne. Is Princess here?" Wayne nods.

"You know your girl is sick son, she's stubborn as a mule and tried to pretend she isn't but I ain't falling for it" he freezes.

You were sick? Shit! he immediately hurries into his room and finds you fast asleep on his bed.

Very gently he settles down on the bed and your eyes flutter open.

"Eddie. How was the campaign?" he gets into bed with you and holds you close.

"It was great sweetheart, you could have stuck around" you sigh and shake your head.

"Didn't want to bother you" he feels his heart clench painfully.

"Babe..."

"You were planning Hellfire, you were already grumpy" he winces remembering his response to you wanting to cuddle.

"I was a big douchebag, a complete butthead sweetheart. Yeah, the campaigns important but you're my girl and much much more important to me"

He kisses your forehead.

"We've only been dating for a few months and it's not an excuse it's just Hellfire used to be the most important part of my life, and now you are but I still love Hellfire and sometimes I get lost in my own head about it"

This softens you a little bit and you snuggle deeper into him.

"Eddie, I never ever want you to apologise for what you love. It's so lovely seeing you get excited about Hellfire. I love that, I just needed some extra Eddie cuddles that's all, was feeling shitty"

He nods and rests his chin on top of your head.

"Yeah, Wayne told me you're sick. You're also very stubborn. However, Doctor Munson's orders are bedrest, cuddles and lots of soup"

You peer up at him and pout adorably.

"Kisses too?" he grins, feeling his heart melt at that pout. Fuck, if his friends could see the big bad Dungeon Master reduced to a puddle over a pout.

"Yes, Princess and my famous hot chocolate" you beam.

"Before all that tell me a little more about the campaign. I want to hear about it?" he settles down and chats to you excitedly, ready for a night with his girl.

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[anzulvr]

May I request how would Karma react when Asano is interested in Karma's s/o? Like here's the story, Asano and reader have been classmates and really good friends but the reader had to be transfered to E-class cause she beat someone up while trying to protect the other student and things like that, and Asano still being interested in reader even if they started dating Karma. Now how would Karma react when he finds it out??

Karma x Reader where Asano has a one sided crush!

(the first part is more explaining the backstory and then the second half of ur main request!!)

Omg I’m gonna cry I wrote this once and it didn’t save😭😭

TYSM for requesting!! I can’t tell you how fun this was this is like my favorite request I’ve ever gotten

First half ♡ the basis of your friendship with Asano!

Your thoughts on Kunugigaokas academic hierarchy had always aligned with Karmas rather than Asano’s, people were so much more than grades and the popularity came with it.

Asano saw you both in two different lights even if you clashed in opinions with him. You were too kind for your own good and were just seeing the best in people while Karma was, simply put, immature and impulsive in his eyes.

Even if you agreed with Karma on this one you were nothing alike, you couldn’t be.

Whenever you’d hear The Big 5 talk badly of any lower class student you’d tell them to quit it, the rest of the group would call you a buzz kill and reply with something along the lines of “People like them don’t deserve respect”.

(The big 5 is Asano and his main friend group and at the time yours too. They’re more like minions or henchmen to him but ya know)

This was the one type of occasion Asano would tell them to shut it.

“[Name] is right, don’t be so immature Seo, even if Eclass does deserve it.”

“Oh cmon you can’t seriously be taking [Name]’s side right no-“

“Didnt i tell you to shut up.”

“… ”

His favoritism towards you was very obvious (not that he was trying to be).

There were rumors going around saying you were dating and whatnot. His fan club was filled to the brim of pissed off girls who would kill to be in your place.

You’d been classmates with Karma before either of you were bumped down to end class but you were nothing more than desk mates, since he’d always ditch class early and never really talked to anyone other than Nagisa at the time.

Asano had advised you more than once to stay away from Karma, he’d tell you what were practically horror stories about Karmas insane fights and slightly (?) Criminal record.

Safe to say it kinda worked, you were intimidated.

“Really? ? He’s the reason Ren had a black eye last week??”

“Yeah, I’ve told you before- Akabane is more than insane.”

When you learned about further accounts from people other than Asano you’d realized Karma had only been standing up for people who’d been bullied. Your perspective on it all shifted. You had gained respect and admiration for Karma. What he was doing was kind in its own way and pretty chivalrous of him.

Even though you and Asano didn’t agree on much your friendship wasn’t something either of you we’re willing to throw away you’d been inseparable for years now, there wasn’t anything that could come between you, or so you thought.

When you got transferred to End Class for defending Hinano from an A class bully, Asano was surprised- he didn’t realize you’d be willing to take a hit to your record for something like this.

(I should add his fan club was over the moon when you got suspended they threw a little celebratory get together.)

Asano still texted you once in a while. It wasn’t the same as hanging out all the time like you used to.

Asano was having a dilemma, he liked hanging out with you but he told himself he couldn’t. He had an image to uphold for everyone in the main campus (and for himself in a way).

His text’s would be things like:

“Do good on the upcoming exams and they’ll want you right back in the main building. Goodluck!”

“Remember to study for next week [name]! unless you’d rather stay in end class.”

♡

— second half:

When Karma first met you he thought you were dating Asano and so did the rest of E class. You had to make it clear Asano and you are nothing more than friends, if you could even call him a friend anymore.

When they find out the reason you got suspended was the same as Karmas they opened up, It was hard having the entire school and faculty against them so it was nice seeing you give up on your main campus status like that in order to help someone else.

This was what first got Karma interested in getting to know you, you weren’t the type to get into fights yet you still did for someone else’s sake. You had maintained a perfect record all throughout school up until now.

Once you start dating, you literally mean the world to him because he feels like you’re the only person he can be completely open with.

WHEN ASANO FINDS OUT YOURE DATING he’s appalled.

Asano: Okay I just heard the craziest rumor you’re dating the Eclass psycho?? Text back asap

[name] : it’s true wdym

Asano: ??? Is he threatening you???

[name]: No??😭

(Omg wtf did I just enter my text fic era(the answer is no))

He genuinely thinks you’re trolling until he accidentally sees you hanging out together somewhere.

when Karma finds out Asano likes you even though you’re very much taken he’s very annoyed but he very quickly turns the annoyance into smugness when realizes he has the upper hand in the situation.

Okay his rival likes you, and HES dating you?? That’s literally the biggest win. It’s Jackpot.

100% rubs it in Asanos face during argument he has with him. He does it casually so Asano doesn’t see it as annoying or stupid but more truthful and hurtful.

“Try not to fail the exams this time around, I know it’s difficult for people as cocky as you to put effort in.”

“Oh don’t worry about my scores Asano, [name]’s helping me study so I’m sure I’ll do great!”

He’s doesn’t usually initiate PDA but the second Asano is in sight Karma will be draped all over you.

He doesn’t really like you talking to Asano because he doesn’t trust Asano to not be a douche but he won’t outright tell you not to because he doesn’t want to sound controlling or needy to you.

If he sees Asano texted you he’ll reply with a selfie of himself

“We’re busy right now☺️.”

Asano is more confused than anything, why would anyone want to go out with that guy out of everyone in the world.

They’ve definitely argued about it

“They only reason [Name] is dating you is out of pity I don’t know why you flaunt it around every chance you get.”

“How would you know? Does she tell you? Oh right you guys barely talk nowadays.”

It won’t escalate to a full on fist fight unless Asano actually tries flirting with you (which I don’t know if he’d be dumb or cocky enough to do 😭)

Like the second something out of line comes out of that dudes mouth Karma is swinging.

Karma makes sure to prove to you he can one up Asano on anything.

Oh Asano got all A’s on his report card? Karma asked Korosensei to make sure the + was added next to his.

Asano can cook really well? Call Karma Gordon Ramsey because he’s now a culinary professional.

Asano made it on the cover of Kunugigaokas student paper?

Karma literally just tutored a bunch of near failing students and helped them achieve perfect scores getting him front cover on next week’s paper. (He stopped right after he secured the spot on the paper he wasn’t about to actually help people like that for FREE 😭.)

♡ ♡ (that one audio just played in my head while writing this “damn… someone took my bitch..😔”)

[medusapelagia]

One. Big. Step.

written for @steddiemicrofic (Prompt: one | 1111 words) and @steddie-week (Day 2, Prompt: Touch Starved) Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: none Words: 1111

The anticipation is what makes Eddie antsy. 

When someone starts to walk toward him, his heart starts beating faster and louder, his ears buzz, his breathing gets too accelerated (air hunger, as his mom used to call it), and he begins to sweat, profusely, leaving a dark damp stain under the armpit of his t-shirts, which is the main reason he always wears black t-shirts. Or t-shirts with black sleeves. 

When the person walking toward him is Steve the Hair Harrington, well, it's even worse. 

Eddie's tongue gets entangled in his mouth and when he's finally able to speak a few words, the ones that come from his mouth are either stupid or cruel. But even if Eddie hates himself for that, in some ways it works perfectly well because Steve freezes, a sad smile painted on his face, and mutters, "I'll see you around, Munson," before turning and leaving Eddie alone, which is exactly what he wants. Because Eddie the banished has only one big fear: being touched. 

It's a fear that comes from afar and even if Eddie is ashamed of it, it’s not something Eddie will overcome easily. 

In his entire life touch meant hurt. Every time Al Munson came home drunk, every time a policeman caught him stealing some food, every time a teacher dragged him to the principal office, their touch meant hurt. And pain. And blood.

Those people left a wound in Eddie’s soul; a wound he’s not sure it will ever heal.

It doesn't help that the only person he trusts is not very outgoing either.

Wayne never hurt him, but never tried to touch him either.

And now he’s untouchable.  

None in the Hellfire Club dares to hug him, not even Gareth, who has been his best friend since they were kids. To be honest, Gareth is his shield, the best one he could have ever asked for. He's the one who detects Eddie's anxiety and puts himself between the threat and his best friend and in Eddie’s opinion, that’s fucking metal. 

It doesn't matter if most of the time the threat is just a girl asking for a pen during English class or a boy getting too close to Eddie in the cafeteria. Gareth is there, ready to lend a pen or step between Eddie and the rest of the world.

Gareth is the person who knows Eddie intimately. He knows about his past, that he deals to make ends meet, and that there's a kind spirit hidden under the metal jewelry and the fake attitude. What Gareth doesn't know, it's that even if Eddie is scared of touch, he has finally met someone who makes him feel butterflies in his stomach and almost makes him wish for things he never thought were possible for him, like holding hands or even kissing. And that person is Steve Harrington.

Eddie knows that there's something between the two of them, a kind of opposite attraction they both feel, but how can he surrender to the pull he feels when even the idea of getting close to Steve makes him shit his pants?

"Maybe you should start gradually." Gareth wisely proposes when Eddie finally confesses his tribulation to him, "Choose someone you trust and ask him to touch you or something like that."

"Wouldn't that be weird? Like… Hi, can you hold my hand for a moment? Don't worry if I freak out, it's a normal reaction."

"You could start with Wayne." Gareth replies, gulping down his soda in the hot Indiana summer, "He knows you're weird."

"Why didn't I think of that? Hi Wayne, can you hug me? Yeah, I'm weird and I'm also gay and I need some physical contact before I try to hold hands with my crush. Very subtle and not suspicious at all. He won't kick me out of the trailer. No sir."

Gareth sighs, slouching on Eddie's broken couch, "You know he wouldn't. He had so many reasons to kick you out and he never did, but if you don't want to ask him, I get it. What if I volunteer?" Gareth asks, reaching out with one arm.

He gives Eddie the time to stop him or move away, but the metalhead swallows all his fears and gives him a little nod.

The contact between Gareth's calluses hand and Eddie's elbow it's not pleasurable, but it doesn't make him jump out of his skin either.

"You ok?"

Eddie nods, quietly, focusing on the feeling and identifying every single sensation. The warmth of Gareth's skin, the roughness of his hand, the steadiness of his arm. Eddie closes his eyes, takes a few deep breaths, and then he whispers, "Stop."

Gareth immediately releases his soft grip, his eyes pinned on Eddie, "Still ok?"

"Yeah. I got a bit overwhelmed." Eddie confesses, turning his attention towards a dog barking a few feet away. Noticing Eddie's attention the dog starts to pull at the chain even harder barking in his direction and Eddie wonders why a barking dog is less scary than a friendly touch.

"We could do a little exposure therapy if you want. Here at the trailer, where you're more comfortable and none can see us.”

With a snort, complaining in a low voice that exposure therapy seems even more complicated than dealing in a small town like Hawkins, Eddie begrudgingly agrees to do a few cuddling sessions, as Gareth mockingly calls them, every day after band practice.

Maybe it's not a lot, but sitting close to each other on the same bench, or brushing their fingers while sharing a joint seems to be really helping, and after a couple of months, when Dustin invites them to see a movie at Steve's place, for the first time Eddie seats on the couch, not on the bean bag as usual. Dustin stares at him open-mouthed, but a stern look from Gareth is all it takes to get his attention back on the screen.

When Steve gets back with a couple of bowls of popcorn, the only empty seat is the couch where Eddie is already making himself comfortable, putting his feet on the coffee table while yelling something against the movie director.

Turning toward Steve, Eddie simply asks "Aren't you going to sit?"

Steve gives the biggest bowl to Dustin and puts the small one in the middle of the couch, to keep some space between them, and when their fingers brush above the popcorn bowl and Eddie doesn't retreat, Steve gives him the best smile ever.

Maybe sitting on the same couch watching a movie with the kids isn't the most romantic thing ever, but it's a step. One. Big. Step.

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[oliviablancmom]

"Enemies - Pablo Gavi (Part III)"

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x OC! character

A/N: These two decided to talk to me tonight. As I said before, it is challenging to write them, but fun. I loved writing this chapter because they begin to have realizations about each other's presence while the enemy side is screaming lol. Anyway, for obvious reasons, some game events will have to be changed for the sake of the plot. I hope you enjoy it!!"

2021

Florence was attentively reading the papers her grandfather had given her, marking them as he had taught her, completely focused on the task, so she didn’t hear her father entering her room. The man watched her closely and then approached, gently touching her shoulder to avoid startling her.

“What’s all this?” he asked curiously, trying to get a glimpse of the documents. Florence looked at him, finally noticing the older man’s presence, who smiled and placed a kiss on her head. Florence smiled at the gesture.

“Hi, Dad. These are just some club reports that Grandpa wanted me to review before starting college...” Florence replied with a smile, trying to ease the concern she saw in her father’s eyes. She knew that he was still uneasy about her involvement in the business, but there was nothing he could say to change her mind.

"Don't you think this is too much? By the way, I don't think we've ever talked about this directly, but are you sure this is what you want? Your grandfather can't force you to follow this path." The man said in a firmer tone, and Florence suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. The relationship between them wasn't great, and she often felt like a pawn caught between the two, a means for one to get back at the other, even if it wasn't intentional—that's how she felt.

"Of course, this is what I want. And it's not like I'm taking on anything tomorrow. I have a long way to go before I'm considered capable, and not just someone receiving an inheritance," Florence said firmly. "I'm just learning; it's no big deal." Her father let out a nasal chuckle, looking at her with pride.

"I know, but your grandfather can be quite harsh when he wants to. I...I just don't want you to push yourself too hard." He crossed his arms with concern, and Florence felt a tightness in her chest. She understood her father's worries; she never quite understood what had happened between the two of them, but they both carried wounds that were completely visible to her. Florence smiled once more, hoping to soothe her father's heart, got up from the bed, and walked over to hug him.

"You guys are being so dramatic about this. It's no big deal, and I'm fine, I promise." Florence assured him, and the man breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're right, and you can count on me. But don't tell your grandfather I said that," he added, laughing, and Florence joined in. The older man gave her one last kiss on the head and soon left the room, leaving her alone.

She understood her father's insecurities. Many of his were her own, but she also didn't want to disappoint her grandfather, who had already invested so much time and effort in her. She just wanted to make the older man proud for having seen something in her.

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Gavi bitterly regretted accepting the invitation to that party. Not that he didn't like it, but he just wasn't in the mood to enjoy himself that day. So, he limited himself to sitting on the couch outside the house, fiddling with his phone.

"Wow, Gavira, you're so welcoming and friendly," said Cris, his friend, laughing as he approached the couch where the player was lying. Gavi looked up at him, shrugging, himself didn't understand his lack of enthusiasm for being there.

"You should be celebrating your call-up to the national team," Cris continued, trying to cheer him up.

"I am, internally... Who are all these people by the way?" Gavi asked, referring to the others present in the house. "I thought I was your only friend."

"Ha! Well, friends and friends who bring other friends. At this point, I have no idea who they are either," Cris said, looking around making Gavi laugh. "I'm going back inside. Please go enjoy the party, there are plenty of girls around wanting your attention.

Gavi just nodded, rolling his eyes at the last comment.

After his friend disappeared again inside the house, Gavi took a few more minutes to mentally prepare himself to muster the courage to interact with other people. He got up, heading inside the house, greeting some familiar faces, and others he had no idea who were. But despite his efforts, he was bored.

The girl incessantly talking in front of him only heightened his desire to leave, and he was seriously considering running away, especially as every two seconds he saw a phone camera pointed at him. He sighed internally, frustrated. He didn’t want to look like an idiot; his friend would kill him if he mistreated any guest.

His attention on the girl in front of him completely vanish when he noticed someone in the distance.

"This has to be a joke..." he murmured to himself, his eyes focused on the woman quickly running to the stairs. It couldn’t be; his mind was probably playing tricks on him. He blinked a few times, but the person didn’t disappear. He looked at the girl in front of him, who was watching him with confusion, trying to figure out what had caught his attention.

"Excuse me, I need to check something..." Gavi apologized and headed up the stairs.

The upstairs was silent compared to the downstairs. He walked cautiously down the hallway as if a monster could appear at any moment to attack him. And well, technically, it was a monster he was following. The door at the end of the hallway was open, and he could hear the voice coming from inside. He was sure it wasn’t a hallucination; he would recognize that damn voice anywhere—it was imprinted in his mind.

He approached slowly and leaned against the doorframe, seeing the girl on the phone, her voice tearful as she paced back and forth, completely unaware of his presence.

"But I finished everything and left it all ready..." she cried. The sight caught him off guard. Gavi swallowed, embarrassed and regretting following her. He commanded his legs to turn around, but they ignored him, preventing him from moving.

'Great,' he thought.

The girl ended the call, after many tearful agreements, hung up the phone, and threw it on the bed.

"Tough day?" Gavi said before he could even think, mentally chiding himself for drawing the girl’s attention. She turned around startled as she look at him, and Gavi wished she hadn’t, as her red, tear-streaked face caused him some discomfort, an effect he couldn’t understand and decided to ignore. Whatever the reason for her crying, she deserved it. God, if his mom or sister heard him, he’d be in trouble.

"What... Are you following me?" she asked, confusion crossing her face. As if realizing whose presence she was in, she quickly crossed her arms in front of her body and raised her chin in pride. Gavi chuckled; but at the moment no matter how much she tried to appear indifferent, he was seeing right through her.

"In your dreams, querida. You’d be the last person in the world I’d stalk. You’re not that interesting," Gavi retorted, using the same words she had used against him. God, why did every word she said stick in his mind?

"Then leave me alone," she said, irritated. Gavi laughed. What was this? Didn’t she have any words of offense for him? It was somehow disappointing.

She grunted and walked over to the bed, picking up her phone. Her firm steps headed toward the door to leave the room, but he, impulsively, blocked her way. Fury gleamed in the girl's eyes, and she hit the player’s chest, shoving him. The action caught Gavi off guard, and he immediately grabbed her arms, feeling that little shock again from the contact with her skin.

"You can curse and insult me, but you can’t handle it when it’s the other way around?" Gavi grumbled, his face inches from hers. He could see every detail of her face with precision—the bright, swollen eyes, the discreet freckles hidden under a layer of makeup he was sure she didn’t need.

"Oh, did I really hurt you, didn’t I?" And there it was, the challenge in her eyes, the arrogance, and something he couldn’t quite explain, but it shine intensely in the girl's gaze. Unconsciously, Gavi decided he would push her to her limits to see that reaction again. The tension between them was so intense it could be cut with a knife. "Let me go. I could end your career," she snarled, and Gavi couldn’t help but laugh.

"What, are you going to ask your fan friends to ramp up the insults? Nothing I can’t handle. And don’t play innocent; you started this," she narrowed her eyes.

"You have no idea..." she whispered, a victorious little smile appearing at the corner of her lips. Gavi furrowed his brows, confused. But before he could say anything, they were interrupted.

"Florence," someone called from the hallway. Gavi turned, seeing another girl watching the situation in shock. He turned back to the girl in front of him, still holding her arms.

"Florence," he whispered, realizing as if he had just put together a puzzle. He had the voice, the image, and now the name. As if she understood what he was thinking, she rolled her eyes and, with a sudden motion, pulled her arm away and shoved him out of her way. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and confidently walked towards the girl who had called her.

"Are you out of your mind?" He heard the friend whisper, looking over her shoulder at the player observing the sly interaction between the two.

"It’s nothing," the girl said in a nonchalant tone as she pulled her friend down the hallway, disappearing from his view. Gavi stood stunned, still trying to process the encounter and suddenly he couldn't wait for the next el classico.

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March 20, 2022

Florence took a deep breath, soaking in the energy of the field, the stadium filling up with fans—God, she missed this so much. Since she started college and studying with her grandfather, her trips to the stadium had been drastically reduced. Now, almost all her time was devoted to her grandfather's office and the administrative sector of Ciudad Real Madrid.

She had almost forgotten the feeling of being inside a stadium. Okay, maybe she was being a bit dramatic, but it felt like years had passed since her last visit. Now, as she could no longer watch the games from the stands with the fans, being on the field with some staff was the closest she could get to the excitement she loved. Even though she had to act professionally now and couldn't shout or curse at the players, especially the rivals, so she would have to do it mentally.

And she had used that trick a lot, since the end of the last year, especially during the games of the club that shall not be named. She cursed and sent all possible negative energy, hoping to satisfy her need to do it personally, particularly regarding a certain player. She even hoped he could hear that she was still rooting against him. Even during the national team games at the end of the year, she had to resort to mental curses, as the moment she cursed the blaugrana player, she received several angry looks from the fans of the national team who had adopted him.

So as soon as she saw him entering the tunnel leading to the field, all her excitement about being back faded, replaced by irritability. And as if he knew exactly that, the moment his eyes fell on her, a mocking smile spread across his face, his eyebrows coming together in surprise and recognition.

"You know, I was sure we’d win today’s game, but now that I see you’re finally here, I’m absolutely certain," he said in a lower tone, so only she could hear.

Florence took a deep breath, trying to contain the ironic response that came to her mind, and fixed her eyes on the tablet in her hand, her fingers gripping the edge tightly.

"Nothing for me?" He insisted, and she finally looked at him, feeling her face heat up and an uncomfortable feeling near her temples, he was definitely a pain in the ass. The player’s eyes scanned her face as if he had noticed her reaction, and the smirk grew.

Florence wanted to shout and curse him, but she had to settle for an eye roll that seemed to amuse the player, who ran onto the field for warm-up. He was lucky she had to behave, or she would have used up all the curses she had been saving.

The match was a disaster for Real Madrid. Florence had to leave her position next to the club reporter on the sidelines as her fan side started to take over during the game, and now she was watching the rest in the tunnel entrance that led from the locker rooms to the field.

And she couldn’t believe it, simply couldn’t. Anger burned inside her, not just from witnessing the defeat and the embarrassing game her team was playing, but because the midfielder’s words burned in her brain. The implication that she was a good luck charm for him gave her a cold shiver and a rage that heated her face. Her mind even searched for the results of the matches she had attended and which were good for him.

The dissatisfaction in the stands grew with each passing minute of the match. Furious, some people were even leaving before the game ended—it was a disaster.

Florence huffed again as she heard the fans near the tunnel cursing each staff member who passed by, as if the blame for the defeat was on them rather than the players on the field. She understood the frustration because she shared many of the same feelings.

However, the comments began to get heavier. Looking up, she saw a group of men cursing her grandfather. She frowned, not understanding why, and they noticed her attention, laughing and commenting among themselves.

The young woman gritted her teeth. She knew the reason well enough without needing to look; she had developed a sixth sense for sensing the player before seeing him. She wondered what sin she had committed in another life to deserve such karma.

"You can’t stay here," she said without looking at him. "This could result in penalties for your club, and well, I’ll make sure that happens," she said with false confidence. Gavi laughed, a deep and genuine laugh that made Florence turn to him, their eyes meeting. She furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes scanning the player’s face, and Florence felt something strange besides irritation at him mocking her.

"I was just getting my shorts from the locker room, and I’m heading back to the bench. There’s no prohibition on that. But fine, i know that you can’t win on the field, so your team need to interfere with the referees and all other means..." he replied, looking around. Florence narrowed her eyes at him.

"That’s a serious accusation..." Florence tried to stay indifferent, turning her attention back to the field. And great, another goal. The stadium roared with boos, not at the blaugrana team but at their own. Florence watched everything, perplexed and a bit nauseous.

"See? I told you that you’d bring us luck today..." Gavi commented right next to her. Florence turned, pushing him away. He laughed. Before she could say anything, she was surprised by a cup being thrown in her direction. Florence looked up at the stands, the group of men from before had an angry look for her.

"You’re fraternizing with the enemy. That’s why we’re losing." Florence decided to ignore it, but the curses only increased.

"You’re losing because you’re awful." Florence widened her eyes at the player who was laughing at the group, and it was done. It was as if he had poked a swarm of bees. Boos, curses, drinks being thrown at them, security started approaching, noticing the escalating anger. She really was determined to ignore the situation, not even fighting with the hand pulling her into the tunnel. But when her grandfather was mentioned, it was the breaking point for her.

"Your grandfather is ruining our club," the fan yelled.

"Florentino made this club what it is,"

Florence shouted back, her blood boiling as she exchanged insults with the Madrid fan who cursed her with every possible name. Security approach to try to calm things down, especially when the fan threatened to jump from the stands. Florence heard the referee’s whistle from afar, and by the time she realized it, chaos had erupted in every corner of the stadium. When a cup hit her head, she felt arms around her waist pulling her away.

She was so immersed in her anger that she felt as if the world around her was spinning out of control. The drink thrown on her clung to her clothes, and the sensation of being completely soaked only added to her frustration. When the sound of the boos became deafening, she finally snapped out of her angry trance.

'shit...' The player’s low murmur brought her back to reality. She wriggled free from his grip and pushed him away with a force that surprised her. A member of Barcelona’s staff approached, pulling the player away. Florence then looked at the TV screen, seeing the final minutes of that disastrous match. Her phone vibrated incessantly, but she had no energy to care. The realization of her actions and their consequences began to weigh on her, and the sense of shame and regret was almost overwhelming.

"What were you thinking?" Her grandfather’s harsh voice sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t fear—Florence had never feared her grandfather in any way—but the tone he used was that of a businessman, not her grandfather, and honestly, she didn’t feel prepared to face that version of him. "Has everyone lost their minds today?" he shouted, and Florence finally looked at him. "What were you thinking?" he repeated. "You should be setting an example. How can I trust you if when you should be working you’re talking to opposing players and fighting with our own fans?"

"I was defending myself..." Florence questioned.

"You were immature, it’s disappointing..." The older man said, and silence cut through the air. Florence could feel tears in her eyes, and she knew they were there by the quickness with which the older man averted his gaze from her face. "Your father was right. Go home, Florence, you’re done for today."

The younger woman looked at him confused. She didn’t know that the two men talked; they did their best to ignore each other whenever possible. Florence opened her mouth to question him, but the man gave no space, just walking past her with a look of disappointment. Florence watched him head to the locker rooms, but before he left, he stopped and took a good look at Gavi. If he was intimidated by the older man, he didn’t show it; his face remained impassive as he stared back at the man, while the staff member from his team was dying beside him.

Florence’s heart was beating so hard she could hear it in her ears. The look of pity from the communications head was enough to break her. She turned and walked away from the situation before anyone saw her break down.

Florence had a mix of feelings—still angry about her confrontation with the fans but anxious about the disappointed look she received from her grandfather. She understood his side, and she was genuinely dedicated and took her duties seriously, so her own reaction had been a surprise to her as well.

But then realization hit her. The reason she lost her composure in the first place was because of him... She was fine until he showed up and provoked her with his taunts. Just his presence was enough to irritate her, and if he hadn’t provoked her minutes before, she wouldn’t have exploded at the fans... And with perfect timing, Florence felt a tight grip on her arm.

"What the fuck... What’s with you constantly holding me?" Florence asked angrily, turning to face him. The action took him by surprise, but he quickly masked it with a smirking.

"In the end, it was really your club..." He said, referring to their conversation when they met at the event last year.

"As the part of ruining your career, so leave me alone," Florence felt her voice breaking, and this made tears come back to her eyes. She mentally cursed herself for breaking down right in front of the player. "This is your fault," Florence accused, shoving him.

"Mine? You asked for it, remember? Every time you insulted me..." Florence rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a small smile on her lips.

"You’re so affected by this; is it that easy to get into your head?" Florence asked with humor. "If it is, then what they say about you isn’t true..." The player furrowed his brows, and Florence caught a glimpse of confusion on his face.

"Pablo!" The Barcelona staff member called the player, looking furious. "What’s so hard about staying where you’re supposed to be?" The man asked seriously. "Come on, before you get a warning." The player didn’t even question it and just followed the older man, but not before glancing once more at Florence, his expression twisted in confusion.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I revised it several times, but there's always something that slips through. Ah, I needed to introduce Flo's life as an heiress because it was necessary lol. I'm excited for the next chapter. Idk if you guys understand, but when there are asterisks dividing the chapter, it automatically signifies a passage of time, days, and a change in point of view.

[headfarintheclouds]

VALORANT: Iso As A Boyfriend HC

Quick Disclaimer ! These are my HC about how I think Iso would be as a partner ! I might be writing a fanfic inspired by one of those in the future :) Also please forgive any gramma mistakes, English is not my first language !

He is not big on PDA, matter of fact he rather not show his affection to you in public at all. Not because he doesn't love you or anything, but because his past as a hitman was a dangerous one. He has made many enemies during that period and would rather die than endanger you like that.

And while he doesn't show his affection to you outside, he makes it up to you behind the closed doors. As soon as you step into his bedroom, he would swoop you up and drop you on his bed. He loves to cuddle you, enveloping your smaller form with his arms. For him it was as if he was protecting you from all the bad in the world, plus he loved to press soft kisses on your forehead and the crown of your head. Good luck trying to escape him through, that man is 6'3ft and pure muscle.

You steal his hoody all the time and he doesn't bat an eye. He likes the way it looks on you. In his eyes there is nothing more adorable than you in his clothes.

He makes you a special Playlist for when he's away on a mission.

Buys you gifts ! There is no rhyme or reason to it really, he just wants to spoil you. You tried to tell him he doesn't need to spend that much money on you, to which he replied: "I have enough of it to spend it on someone I love." and that shut you up really quickly.

He gives you private 1 on 1 lessons in Marksmanship. He wants you to be prepared for anything and everything so he takes his time teaching you. Super proud whenever you land a successful headshot !

Speaking of shooting. He refuses to let you go alone on missions, even if there is five people on your team he will convince one of them, or Brimstone, to give him a place in it. And then during the actual part he will follow you like a shadow, ready to take out anyone who dares step too close to you. Good luck to the unlucky fuck that dares shoot at you, his Arena is set and ready and so is he.

He takes you out to hotpot every once in a while. Mostly to secluded areas where he knows it's safe and he can trust the workers there. He's a massive foodie and loves exploring new dishes with you, it makes Iso feel closer to you on another level.

His grandma adores you ! He introduced you to her during your guys vacation time when he took you to his hometown. Iso was pleasantly surprised about his grandma accepting you so quickly.

He's not the jealous type, or at least he liked to think that. That was until Neon invited all of the younger agents out to a club in the city nearby the HQ. You were dancing on the dancefloor with Jett and Neon, having the time of your life when suddenly you felt two hands garbing you by the waist. Turning around you saw a stranger, grinning down at you with visible hunger in his eyes. Before you, or the girls could react Iso was on the scene. He didn't say anything but put his own hand on your shoulder, gently prying you from the strangers grip. You couldn't see it, because your back was turned to him, but his eyes started to glow a vivid purple. A silent threat to the man in front of him to back off. You can bet your ass, he was standing next to you for the duration of the whole party right after the incident.

I hope it was alright for my very first post :) I am taking requests for Iso if you guys have anything in mind ^^

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the obey me brothers with an s/o who works as a bunny girl at a bar?

Obey me Brothers + Bunny Girl s/o

Lucifer

Lucifer didn’t like being here.

He made an effort every year to do the bunny-butler event; at first to help his community, but then with Lord Diavolo asked. However, he never really liked it.

The only thing he did like about it was meeting [Y/N]. They were bright, helpful, and clearly too classy to be in a posh, but over sexualized, place like this.

“What can I get you gentleman?”

“Ah! [Y/N]!” Lord Diavolo cheered happily when they came over to greet their table. It was the only reason he would be in here ‘out of season’. He hated seeing them at work. “You look so cute!”

“Thank you Lord Diavolo.” [Y/N] replied with their coquettish smile as they took his drink order. “And for you sir?”

“Just water.” Lucifer replied in a gruff tone. To which [Y/N] just kept smiling and went to get their drinks. “I’ll be back.”

He caught [Y/N] just as they were coming back out of the service bar and got their attention. “Why do you insist on continuing to work here?”

“Because it’s my job?”

“You know what I mean. You could work anywhere. Or, nowhere. You know I would take care of you.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be a kept woman.” Lucifer sighed. He knew that. “Besides, it’s not so bad. I make a lot of tips. I met a lot of interesting people. It’s pretty interesting, and there are worse jobs.”

“There are jobs with more clothes.” [Y/N] chuckled.

“I have to get my tables taken care of, but I’ll be back by and we can sit together on my break.” She snuck in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before anyone saw. Lest someone see and think that was a bunny service anyone could get. “Now, I have to work and you need to get back to your table. No loitering on the floor when bunnies are at work.”

“I know, I know…” He remembered that from his training and went back to his table. Not happy, but also not willing to argue.

Mammon

Mammon grumbled in his VIP seat. Shoulders tucked into the soft purple leather, with his arms crossed, as he stared across the room in anger.

He used to love coming here. The lights. The people. The vibe. It was one of the reasons he pushed for his brothers to help out when they were in trouble. That and his crippling tab debt he couldn’t pay off. But now it wasn’t the same.

“Is everything alright Mr. Mammon?” A cute, and sweet, bunny waitress asked when they came over to check on him as he hadn’t touched his drink.

“I want a different bunny.”

She seemed shocked. “Oh. Is there something I did? Am I not meeting your service expectations?”

“No. I want that one.” He pointed across the room at [Y/N] who was giggling with another table.

“I’m sorry sir. [Y/N]-bun is busy with that other group of customers. If you’d like I could.”

“No I want that one!” He insisted again, sitting upright. “Isn’t VIP supposed to mean I get whatever I want? I want that bunny. Send her over!”

The poor girl seemed taken aback and shuffled off. Heading over to [Y/N] and whispering in her ear, before she looked over at him. She didn’t seem happy, which made him gulp, but then pulled on a smile before she waved to her guests and came over. “Being in VIP means you get whatever you want?”

“Isn’t that what it’s supposed to mean….” He pouted and crossed his arms as, he could tell, he was not going to get what he wanted.

“No. It doesn’t. It means you get special treatment. Which in your case special treatment you don’t pay for as the owner is eternally grateful.” Ooo, that one stung a little bit as she reminded him of his cash flow problems. “But it doesn’t mean you get to berate my co-workers or act like an ass. Miranda is practically crying in the bathroom.”

“It’s not my fault those dumb dumbs didn’t sit me in your section like I asked!”

“It’s a big club Mammon. They can’t accommodate everyone’s request, even if we are dating. My section is pretty busy and you would be waiting for hours.”

“I would have waited for you!”

The demon huffed and slumped back into his seat. Morosely drinking his carrot juice cocktail. [Y/N] sighed.

“I know you’re the Avatar of Greed honey, but you can’t always get what you want.” He grumbled into his drink. “If you can be patient and nice to the other servers, I’ll come over after this table is done and we can hangout while the girls do their jobs. VIP entitles you to 2 bunnies.”

“Really?”

“Don’t get any ideas.” He clicked his teeth. “Now, I’m gonna have Miranda come back over here; if she’s even willing. You will apologize, and leave her a big tip. Understood?” He nodded. “Good. And, try to be happy Mammon. You’re bringing down the whole vibe with that pout.” He flinched a little when [Y/N] cutely tapped his nose, but still blushed. He supposed he could be patient.

Levi

“Let me see! Let me see!”

“Levi! Calm down! I can only get this thing on so fast!” [Y/N] whined from inside their walk-in closet as they tried to put their new outfit on.

The club was doing a promotional Fantasy Follies night. Where in, aside from just dressing up like bunnies, the girls would be themed to look like other bunny themed characters the fantasy genre. You know, bunny princess, bunny queen, bunny fairy.

As the most popular bunny on call at the moment, [Y/N] had the honor of dressing up like bunny Alice from Alice in Wonderland. One of the more notable, and elaborate, costumes done up for the event.

“You know you could just come down to the club and see it. I’m not really supposed to be wearing this until the event.”

“I hate people.” Levi answered. As if they needed reminding. “Besides, I won’t post any spoilers. I wouldn’t do that. But I need to see it before anyone else does. So please, please, please hurry up!”

“Ok, ok!” [Y/N] stepped out in a huff. Their hand on their hip just about the brocade skirt. “Satisfied!?”

Levi just sat on his beanbag chair in complete silence. To the point that [Y/N] thought he hated it and maybe it was all wrong. “KAWAII!!”

He jumped up and started taking pictures. “You look so cute! What is this skirt made out of?! Look at the stitching! It’s so intricate!”

“Don’t touch it or you’ll smudge.” [Y/N] told him. Giggling a little now that their panic was over.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’ll be good.” Levi said as he took one last picture. “I wish I could be there….”

“You know you could be?” There was always an open spot for Levi at one of her tables.

“No. I’d rather stay here.” Which was no surprise.

He sunk back into his beanbag chair and was already scrolling through is pictures. [Y/N] chuckled. “I’ll bring you back some carrot cake.” She told him, before kissing the top of his head and leaving for work. He seemed to busy with his pictures to notice but was happy with the cake when she got home.

Satan

*he chose to stay home and read a book*

Asmo

It was a typical night at the club for [Y/N]’s shift. The customers were consistent and happy. Everyone was working together to make sure things were covered. The floor show was doing well. Everything was on track for the night.

Suddenly, [Y/N] heard some loud shouting & cat calls behind her and she turned around. Cat calls weren’t uncommon in a bunny bar, but the ruckus was a bit more flamboyant than usual. Curious, [Y/N] sat her customer’s drinks down and went over to investigate the large group that had gathered around the dance floor.

“Asmo!”

The demon of lust turned around and beamed with a wave. “Hi [Y/N]~!”

“What are you doing?!” She asked as she pushed through the throng closer to him.

“I came to see you at your job. And, have a little fun.” He wiggled his butt like a little cottontail to thunderous applause.

[Y/N] grit her teeth. “We talked about this. You can’t wear our uniform in here.”

“No. Technically you said I couldn’t wear the men’s uniform in here.” He corrected. “This is the girls uniform. Look! We match!”

[Y/N] grabbed Asmo’s hand and dragged him off to the back; his fan’s complaining behind him. “Asmo, this is my job. This isn’t a game. This is where I come to make money and I need to be professional. I can’t do that when you come in here like it’s some big joke and cause a scene like this. You’re going to get me fired.”

Asmo’s beautiful face fell. “Oh…I didn’t think about that….” It was clear in his expression that he hadn’t. Only focused on himself and his good time, spending it with [Y/N]. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause problems. I’m sure it’s hard for the girls to have someone as beautiful as me steal the spotlight. Not you, obviously. But some of them.” She chose to ignore that. “I’ll go home and change, and come back as a regular customer. Would that help?”

“I think it would be best if you just went home for the night, and came back tomorrow.”

Asmo moaned in disappointment but didn’t fight. He was pretty good at taking his lumps when he got them. “Do you think my outfit is cute by the way?” He asked quickly before he left.

[Y/N] sighed, but with a smile. “Yes. It’s very cute.”

“I knew it!” He beamed, before trotting off in his high heels back home.

Beel & Belphie

[Y/N] loved working at the bar. In her opinion it was the best place to work in all of the Devildom.

The owner and management prided itself on having the best drinks, the best bunnies, and the best customers. People at the club were usually very civilized, polite, and courteous. But, every now & then, someone would slip through the cracks in the system. Fine, at first, until they got a few drinks in them.

“Come over here baby! Come sit on my lap!”

“That’s not really a bunny service we’re offering at the moment.” [Y/N] replied, through smiled, gritted teeth, as they tried to clean the booth of all the bottles & glasses in the area. He didn’t know it yet, but he was cut off. They were all just trying to run out the clock, instead of cause a scene by asking him to leave. “Can I get you anything else? Some water before you tab out?”

“Bullshit! Bring me another one of those carrot things.”

“Unfortunately, sir, the bar is closing.” She replied. “Would you like me to get you that water & your check now?”

“Yeah I guess…” Oh thank God. “What are you doing after work?” Oh jeez…..

“Going home to soak my feet.” She replied. ‘Gross’ stuff, like breaking character, usually got them out of their fantasy and moved on.

Not the case with this one. “Home hn? Well, I’ll join you.” The customer stood up. Through great effort and force of will to stay upright. “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to call you a cab.” [Y/N] replied. Starting to feel like this was going to be an issue. “You can go wherever you would like.”

“Hey! I paid for you!” The man drunkenly reached out and grabbed her arm. Causing her tray and the glasses to fall. “I gave you a lot of money and you didn’t give me the service I want! So either pay-up, or I’m calling your boss! I know the owner!”

“Let go of me!” [Y/N] shouted. Trying to pull away from the customer, but it was hard with their drunk strength. He kept jerking at her until [Y/N] eventually lost her footing and fell back on the couch. The man towering over her.

But not for long.

Suddenly the man, with a horrible grin and glint in his eye, was lifted off his feet and into the air. He let go of [Y/N] and started flailing. Only to look over his shoulder and have his blood run cold as he locked eyes with orange burning flames. “You need to leave.”

Beel, who was usually very friendly and gentle, sounded very serious as he held the man up with one hand. He kept him there for a minute, prone, like when you held a cat by the scruff, before he dropped him. Scared and drunk, the man fell completely to the ground before he picked himself up and started yelling again. “Who do you think you are?!”

“Your worst nightmare.” Belphie slide out from behind his larger twin like an ominous shadow. “You should listen to my brother.” He then added, as it looked like the man was going to argue again. “He’s a much nicer person than I am. He’s giving you a chance. If it were up to me you wouldn’t have that disgusting hand that touched our [Y/N]. And you certainly wouldn’t have any of your other inferior parts to do what your repellent gnat size brain was just thinking about doing with her.”

Though Belphie was smaller, the man seemed to get the gist of the threat and ran away. Sprinting for the door as he likely pissed his pants. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to walk you home.” Beel answered as he offered his hand, the one holding your attacker aloft a moment ago, out to gently help you from your seat.

“You should have kicked that guy in the balls.” Belphie told you. Dabbing one of the cloth napkins in some water to literally clean the area where the man had touched you.

“It’s frowned upon to attack the customers.”

“You should have stabbed him.” He muttered. Seeming to ignore the fact that that was a clean escalation from the original threat of ball kicking.

The manager came up to see what was the matter after it was all done, and you explained what happened. The customer was banned. You never saw him again.

You hope that it was just because of the ban, but you could never be sure. Belphie didn’t seem to want to comment on it further when asked, and Beel just always shoved whatever food he had in his mouth to avoid talking.

[storytowrite]

|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|

PART 13

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, university au

Word count: 1541

Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).

Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.

Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.

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The car trip did not take long, but for you it dragged on mercilessly. Minho did not say a word to you. His lip had already managed to swell. You glanced at him uncertainly. You knew he was angry and that you had broken the rule he had imposed on you from the very beginning of your strange yet intense relationship. 

You didn't want to speak up. You were afraid that if you said even a word, Minho would explode. You didn't know what to expect from him. The man's lips tightened. You sighed quietly. Now what?, You thought. You felt more than lost. 

“Get off.” Said the man coolly but calmly, although you could see by the posture of his body that he was tense all over. “Are you deaf? What are you waiting for?” He hissed already a little more sharply and left the vehicle. You quickly got out of the car and followed him to the apartment. 

“Minho I...” You started once you had crossed the threshold of his apartment. 

“ Did I let you speak?” He growled. “No, so don't speak without being asked. Go take a shower, you have fifteen minutes.” 

“But...” You started, somewhat surprised by his reaction. 

“I said something!”

You obediently went to the bathroom. You took a quick shower and changed out of your dress. You looked at your reflection in the mirror. Fear was painted in your eyes. You didn't know what Minho would do with you now. And fear stemming from not knowing is the worst kind of fear. 

You left the bathroom at a fast pace. Minho sat in the kitchen nursing a cut lip. He didn't speak to you at all. 

“Let me help you...” You began hesitantly approaching him with a slow step. Your nightgown stuck gently to your still damp body. He looked at you with annoyance and... something else you couldn't classify. 

“It's your fault.” He hissed as you touched his lip with a cotton swab, cleaning it. “You know? You're the reason we got beat up. You liked it, didn't you? You enjoyed having two men fighting over you.”

“What, no Minho... I didn't like it. I didn't want it.”

“Don't lie!” He growled. “We both know the truth. You like being the center of attention Y/N.” He rolled his eyes.  

“No Minho it's not...” You started.

“Why did you go to that club, huh? I explicitly forbade you! Why then?” He didn't even let you finish your sentence.

“I wanted to meet with friends and...”

“And what was that for? They are not suitable friends for you! I don't want you to hang out with them.... Besides me, you don't need anyone else!”

“What, you must be joking!” You fuked, and irritation began to grow more and more in you. “You can't forbid me from seeing my friends, Minho.” 

“Of course I can! And that's exactly what I'm doing.” He replied coolly. 

You moved away from him in shock. Your raised voices echoed around the kitchen. 

“You can't... You know what Min? I've had enough, I can't be with someone who treats me like his fucking property!”

“What do you mean by that! You belong to me!” 

“No, it's over, do you understand? Today, now, you have crossed the border...” You didn't have time to finish the sentence when Minho's hand found itself, with a loud smack, on your cheek. 

The man wanted to silence you in some way, and that was all that came to mind. However, the moment he realized what he had just done, he regretted it. He looked at you in horror, and you looked at him with big eyes. Both of you did not expect what had just happened. 

Tears began to appear in your eyes. You looked at him in disbelief. Your cheek began to pulsate. You stood for a moment in shock, then with a quick step you ran to your bedroom, where you grabbed the first better bag and started packing your things. 

“Y/N! Wait! I didn't mean...” The man ran after you, but you, as if in amok, did not hear him at all. “Y/N, look at me, kitten.” He grabbed your wrists and forced you to look at him. “Sorry kitten... I got carried away...” His heart broke into several pieces. In your eyes he saw only hesitation and fear. He immediately regretted his act. He himself did not fully understand what he had just done. 

“Minho... let go.” You said quietly, avoiding his gaze. 

“Sorry...” He immediately let you go. “Please don't do anything rash, okay? I'll go to sleep on the couch, we'll talk in the morning...”

“No Minho, I... I have to go home. I don't want to be here.” You said with complete seriousness.

He didn't argue with you this time, he knew he had to step down, although he didn't like it at all. He sighed heavily and left the room giving you space. He was doing his best not to lose you, and now he knew he had crossed the line and there would be no turning back. He had to come up with something that would make you not leave him after all. Only... he didn't know what yet.... 

You left Minho's apartment in the morning. The man insisted on driving you away, but you didn't agree. You didn't want to stay with him at all. You felt bad. You didn't understand his reaction, but you also didn't try to understand it anymore. 

In rapid succession, you found yourself in your apartment. You locked yourself in it with all the locks, then cried out of helplessness. You sat curled up on the floor leaning against the door, and tears ran down your cheeks. 

After some time, you decided to contact Jeno. You were worried about your friend. You only hoped that the boy had not crossed off your friendship. 

“Hello?” You heard his voice in the receiver. He picked up.  “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Will you come to me? Please...” You said, and your voice faltered slightly. 

“I'll be right there... we need to talk anyway.” Replied the boy calmly and hung up. 

Not even fifteen minutes had passed since your conversation when you heard a knock on the door. You immediately opened it, letting in Jeno, who as soon as he crossed the threshold of your apartment, hugged you gently. His ribs were still giving out, and his right eye was purple.

“Are you okay?” He asked with concern watching you. “Your cheek... Did he hit you!” He immediately boiled over. 

“Don't worry about it... We just had a fight...” You shrugged your shoulders. “How's your eye?”

“Now don't worry about it.” He muttered irritably. “You need to report this pervert!”

“No, Jeno... If we report him, I'll be expelled from the university too. Don't worry,” I ended it. He... He won't bother me anymore. I'm sorry, it's because of me that you're hurt and...” 

“I'm fine Y/N. I just don't understand how you could be with someone like him. How did it even start?”

You sighed and told him everything again. How you met Minho, why you let yourself get involved with him, what happened after their fight. She also mentioned to him about Lisa and Rheena, who only lost their lives because Minho wanted to “protect” Y/N. Yeno had been listening to her attentively all this time. 

“You really don't want to report him?” He asked finally. “He killed two girls, if there is any evidence of that...”

“That's the problem, I don't have any evidence.” You sighed. “All I know is that he had a gold necklace with a rose in his room... I remember that Rheena had a similar one. But I don't know if anyone will believe what I say. What if I get kicked out of the university for sleeping with a lecturer?”

“You can bring an anonymous report, Y/N.” Yeno said. “And in my opinion you should do that. You can also mention to them that he manipulated you and hit you...”

“I'm not convinced Jeno. Minho is... a sociopath. He will take revenge on me. I don't want to lose my life.”

“I won't let that happen Y/N.”

You nodded. You admitted your friend was right, and with his encouragement, you decided to make a report. If only that would free you completely from a man who, as much as he attracted you, terrified you, you wanted to try. 

That evening you didn't stay alone overnight. Jeno decided to move in with you for at least a week to make you feel safe. The two of you started spending more time together than before, but you didn't go outside your apartment for longer than needed. 

The only thing you didn't know was that you were constantly being watched. Lee Minho was still present in your life, but now he kept a decidedly greater distance than before. Still, he registered every step you took, even the smallest one. After all, he had long since decided that he would not let you leave, and was capable of doing anything to get you to return to him. Even if it meant another murder.

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[graneymar]

u and kylian are childhood friends and you and neymar are talking or whatever but kylian doesn’t know

#1. NEYBAPPÉ: JUST A FRIEND

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRINGS: Kylian x female reader friendly, Neymar x female reader romantically

"Where are you? Want to come over and watch a movie?", Kylian asked me through text. I bit my bottom lip, thinking of an excuse. Neymar sat down on the couch next to me, handing me another glass of wine, "Is anything wrong?" I sighed and pointed at my phone screen. Keeping my 'situationship' with Neymar a secret from my best friend felt like torture to me.

Kylian and I used to tell each other everything, we were like each others diaries. We grew up in the same neighbourhood and went to kindergarden and school together. He actually was like big brother to me. Back when I got bullied in school, he would always stick up for me. Whenever someone talked badly about me he'd make them shut up instantly. Sometimes he was a little too overprotective though. After I broke up with my first boyfriend of two years and Kylian found out he cheated on me, he made sure he would regret hurting me - by breaking his nose. I kind of had a thing for 'bad boys', which always led to me suffering from heartbreak and lovesickness. Since Kylian viewed me as his little precious sister he had to take care of, he slowly started hating every guy that I only laid my eyes on. I understood he was afraid I'd get hurt again, but he loved to exaggerate.

Neymar and I first met each other at Kylians birthday party and it simply clicked the very moment our eyes met. After that, the three of us would go out for dinner, attend parties or just relax at home every now and then. I always had a crush on Neymar, but I never told anyone, not even Kylian.

One night, Neymar and I accidentally bumped into each other at a club. I wasn’t able to find my friend I came with and I had more than enough drinks anyway, so he refused to let me go home alone and decided to go with me. Long story short, we ended up in bed and from that day on, we had our little 'situationship' going. Yes, of course I was developing feelings, but Neymar kept giving me mixed signals, so I assumed it wasn’t anything too serious for him. I was scared of Kylian finding out because I knew he would kill us, especially Neymar if I ended up getting hurt.

"Just don’t reply. I mean he doesn’t have to know where you are and what you are doing 24/7", Neymar shrugged it off and started playing the show we were watching. He was right, but I still felt bad for 'breaking' my best friends trust.

Drinking a few more glasses of wine, Neymar and I completely forgot about the show and were all over each other again. "Let’s go to the bedroom", he said as he pulled away, but continued to kiss my neck. I was sitting on top of him, his large hands running up and down my body. Right when I was about to get off of him after sharing one more kiss, the door bell rang. Neymar rolled his eyes. "Who the fuck…", he groaned annoyed, walking up to the door as he tried to hide the huge bulge in his pants. I sunk into the sofa, hoping we could continue where we stopped fast enough. "Hey man", I heard a familiar voice greeting him. No no no no. I jumped up, looking around to find a place to hide in, but Neymars furnishings were too simple. I couldn’t even run to hide in another room without getting noticed. My heart raced as I heard the footsteps getting closer. Fuck. "Kylian, bro, I'm not…", Neymar started, but Kylian entered the room before he could even finish, "… alone." Finishing his sentence was more than unnecessary because Kylian already stood a few metres away from me, looking at me in disbelief and confusion. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration and threw Neymar an angry look. He just shrugged, meaning he couldn’t do anything about it. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" I swallowed hard, unable to find a reasonable explanation. Kylian pouted and nodded slowly, noticing our wine glasses. "I guess it’s not the first time. Is this the reason you two have been so busy lately?" I tried to answer but I was lost for words. Not only have we kept our 'affaire' a secret from him, but we absolutely neglected him too. "Take your stuff, Y/N, I'll drive you home", Kylian said, making me shake my head from right to left and repeating the action. "I- I don't want to go home." His eyes widened. "I understand you only want what’s best for me and you’re trying to protect me from getting hurt, but I am a grown woman and got to make my own decisions and if I want to stay with Ney tonight, I will. There’s nothing you can do about it, I'm sorry." Neymar softly but proudly grinned at me. Kylian breathed in and out heavily. He was obviously disappointed and mad. "Y/N, could you leave us alone for a minute? I think we should talk about it", Neymar said. I sighed loudly walking out.

I was relieved, their conversation seemed to go well, both of them speaking calmly and quiet, but a few minutes in, Kylian raised his voice, "You don't know understand, Neymar! She has been so hurt so many times, I don't want to see her suffer because you take advantage of her and end this whole thing once you get bored!"

"No, you don't understand! It’s not just sex! I- I like her, I really do. I just didn’t figure out how to tell her yet", Neymar replied, lowering his voice at the last part. I literally forgot how to breathe, my heartbeat stopped for a moment. Kylian remained silent, but chuckled a few seconds later. "Are you telling me my two best friends are probably dating in near future?" Neymar whispered something, I couldn’t tell what it was, all I heard was Kylians laughter getting louder. "Are you done?", I asked entering the living room. Kylians wide grin expressing his amusement, Neymar looked somewhat uncomfortable. Before standing up, Kylian patted Neys shoulder, but he slapped his hand away in embarrassment. "You know what, you’re right. You’re a smart, strong woman and don’t need me to protect you from everything and everyone anymore", Kylian hugged me tightly, "Just don’t forget about the other sort of protection, yeah?“ He winked and laughed as he let go of me. "Shut up", I gasped.

"Have fun", were his last words before waving us goodbye and leaving the apartment.

[somethinginthewayiam]

Better offer

(pic off tumblr)

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 4292

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), smoking, a whole lot of smut, unprotected sex, short mention of squirting

Summary: Chibs was gone for a few days with the club and you went to a bar with your friends, meeting a guy. Suddenly Chibs appears out of nowhere and has a better offer...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

You were out with friends. You hadn’t done that in a while and you had to admit that the reason for that was Chibs. By now, you saw each other several times a week, having sex most of the time if he wasn’t called away for some club business.

And now, the Sons were out of town for a couple of days and your sex-supply was cut off. He was gone for 8 days, 5 hours and 28 minutes, but who was counting?

He called you every other day and maybe a text here and there even though he wasn’t big on texting and it was difficult with the burner phones.

Since you’ve never talked about being exclusive and you didn’t get any vibes that Chibs wanted to be in a relationship with you or anyone, for that matter, you had fun with your girls and meeting new people. A group of men joined you at the bar and you all started to chat, hang out and buy some rounds. You ended up making-out with one of the guys, but it felt kinda off, not like it used to be. And then it hit you, he just wasn’t Chibs.

It wasn’t that late when you all decided to leave together. Outside the bar, some of you started to have a smoke and discussing where to go next. The guy you had made out with stood close to you and talked about his job, but you weren’t really listening. He was still trying to get with you even though you kept your distance after the little make-out-session. He wasn’t being weird or creepy, just trying.

You looked at him while he talked, really looked at him. He was good-looking, actually kinda your type or at least, it used to be. But compared to Chibs, he was a boy. You would rather go another round on your vibrator than this guy.

You were still talking to him when you heard the sound of a motorcycle behind you. Just the sound made your heart flutter. When you turned around, you found Chibs on his bike parking next to the boardwalk. At the sight of him, your heart started racing. All you wanted to do was run over and jump into his arms. But you also were a bit tipsy and therefore bold enough to play it cool.

“Excuse me for a second”, you told the guy, threw down your cigarette and put it out with your shoe. You walked over to Chibs who was sitting on his bike, taking off his riding gloves and watching your every step as you came towards him.

“Look who’s back in town?”, you said and crossed your arms in front of your body, pushing your boobs up a bit until they were almost spilling out of the neckline of your dress. With satisfaction, you noticed his eyes dropping down for a moment before he looked at your eyes again.

“Aye, just got back”, he told you and took his helmet off and hanging it on one of the handles of the bike. “Ya havin’ fun with the gals?”, he asked and nodded towards your group of friends who were still talking to the guys, but also kept an eye on you.

You had told them that you were kinda seeing someone at the moment, someone a little older, but not that he was part of the M.C.

“You know, drinking with the girls, making new friends”, you told him, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Your feet started to hurt in the high heels.

Chibs leaned over a little and looked past you at the people, who were not so discretely looking in your direction by now. He leaned back and smiled lightly.

“Any further plans for your evening, lass?”, he inquired further and looked you up and down. You would probably never admit it to him, but you really loved it when he did that.

“It depends”, you taunted, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air. “On what?”, he asked. “On your plans for the evening”, you replied. Chibs pulled up one corner of his lips for a short smile than handed you his helmet. You didn’t even need a second to think about it.

You took it from his hands, put it on and got on the back of his bike, which wasn’t easy in a dress but luckily the skirt was a loose fit and you were able to tuck it under your bum and legs to not flash everyone when you drove off.

“Hey, where are you going?”, your acquaintance called over as he saw you getting on the machine but the end of his sentence got lost in the sound of the engine as Chibs revved it up.

“She’s got a better offer, son”, Chibs answered instead of you and you hid your smile at his back as you both drove off.

While you raced through the night, your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, your front and cheek were pressed against his back. It was nice to have him close again, to feel his body against yours, even though there were way too many layers of clothing between you.

When you got off his bike at your apartment building, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed behind you, his lips were on yours, pressing you against the elevator wall. One of his hands moved under the skirt of your dress, roaming your thigh.

The ride ended way too soon and you both stumbled out of the elevator and almost ran over to your apartment.

You were just about able to close the door after Chibs had entered before his mouth was on yours again. You let go of your little purse and the keys and they hit the ground with a thud.

Chibs pressed you against your door while his mouth moved onto your neck. You felt him sucking on your skin, making one of his infamous hickeys, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted to scream, “Mark me all you want”, but his hands took your breath away when his fingers slipped inside your panties.

You felt him collecting your juices on is fingertips and rubbing it over your clit. You couldn’t hold back a moan and your head fell back against the hard wood of the apartment door.

His hands left your body, but only for the time it took him to unzip his pants and push them down his thighs. With one hand, he lifted your right leg up and around his hip while he pushed aside the damp material of your panties. You stabilized yourself with your hands on his shoulders as he guided himself inside you and you both moaned out loud at the contact.

“Fuck, I missed that pussy”, he hissed when he bottomed out inside you. Your hips sunk a bit deeper to meet his. He started to thrust into you and pressed you against the door with every snap of his hips.

The sex was a bit rougher this time. If it wasn’t so unlikely, you’d think he was jealous because he saw you with another guy tonight. It kinda turned you on that you could make a guy like Chibs jealous even if it was just in your head.

“Oh god”, you called out as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. The whole situation was just so hot, you couldn’t help yourself. You could feel and see that Chibs was just as pent up as you were after the time apart. It also told you that he probably didn’t find some release elsewhere while he was gone and you only now realized how important that was to you.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming”, you panted and clung to his body as your knees started to get weak. Chibs had one hand under your knee, holding it on his hip while the other one supported himself on the door next to your head. His growls got deeper and that was a sign that he was close, too.

“Ugh, fuck, lass, ya feel so good”, he grunted through gritted teeth and his hips drove into you hard. It only took two more thrusts and you both fell over the edge together. His head dropped onto your shoulder as he was trying to catch his breath. Your head moved over, pressing your cheek against his temple.

You remained in that position for a few moments before you untangled from each other and Chibs slipped out of you. He pulled his pants back up but didn’t bother to zip it close, he wouldn’t be wearing it for much longer.

You kicked off your shoes and your hurting feet welcomed the coolness of your wooden floors. You grabbed Chibs’ hand and led him to your bedroom.

“Get comfortable, I’ll be right back”, you told him with a seductive smile and a kiss that left him wanting more before you disappeared in the bathroom.

At first, you took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your mascara was smeared around your eyes and your lipstick was pretty much absent by now. Your cheeks were flushed and your forehead was glistening with sweat. And a smile was plastered across your face that just wouldn’t go away. Chibs was back in town.

 A few minutes later, you came back out with a lighter, touched-up make-up, fluffed up hair and in just your underwear; a matching black lace bra and panties. You had freshened up all your bits as well and were ready for round two.

You found Chibs on your bed in his birthday suit, leaning against the headboard and the arms crossed behind his head.

As soon as you stepped into the bedroom, he looked at you and a smile appeared on his lips. His eyes wandered over your body and you could see his pupils dilating. He was drinking in your sight and you felt a mix of sexy and incredibly self-conscious. His eyes on you almost felt like he was touching you and a shiver ran down your spine.

You walked over to the bed as seductively as you could and crawled onto it, being on all fours next to Chibs. You kissed him passionately, pressing your boobs against his chest.

He slid down into a more horizontal position and your body followed without breaking the kiss. Almost a bit reluctantly, you left his lips and started to make your way down his neck, chest and stomach to his hardening cock.

You threw all of your hair onto one side as you bent down and licked a long stripe along his shaft, kissing his tip at the end. You put one hand on the other side of his hips to support your weight, your ass stretched upwards for stability.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and took him into your mouth. Oh, how you’ve missed that taste. You hummed with satisfaction as you took him as deep as possible and slowly moved your head back up. Your tongue played around his shaft with every move of your head.

You felt Chibs’ hand running up the outside of your thigh and over your ass, squeezing your cheek. His fingers glided along your skin and in-between your thighs. You spread your legs a little further while you continued to bop your head. You felt his fingers moving your panties aside again and playing with your clit. It caused you to moan around his cock.

Without a warning, he pushed two fingers inside you. Surprised, you let go of his cock with a loud inhale at the feeling, throwing your head back. You looked over your shoulder and met his gaze. You sucked in your bottom lip and pushed your hips back, pushing yourself onto his fingers.

You turned back towards his cock and took him in your mouth again. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, moving in the rhythm of your lips around his tip and your hand on his shaft. His fingers started moving inside you, meeting your hip movements and curling just at the right angle.

A warm feeling started to grow in your lower stomach. You spurred each other on with your moves, no words spoken, except the occasional swear under his breath.

That warm feeling was a raging fire now and you felt your orgasm rushing towards you until you almost couldn’t take it any longer.

Your lips and hand let go of his cock and you straddled him in a split second. You quickly pulled your panties to the side and adjusted him at your center, sinking down until he was fully inside you.

Both of you moaned out loud at the feeling. You immediately started riding him hard and had your second orgasm of the night after just a few rolls of your hips.

“Fuck!”, you screamed out and buried your fingernails in his chest as your hips jerked forward in short, hectic motions, riding out your orgasm.

Chibs sat up and buried his face in your tits while you continued to roll your hips, moving a bit slower every time.

His hands took off your bra, throwing it off the bed and were on your boobs just a second later. He kneaded them, licked and pinched your nipples while your hips still moved slowly back and forth, almost like being in a sort of trance. You could probably say you were drunk on his cock right now.

You felt Chibs’ hands on your ass, squeezing it and then them moving down to your thighs, helping you getting off him. You let yourself fall onto the bed, feeling a little dizzy after your orgasm but still wanting more.

Chibs took off your panties and finally, you lay bare before him. He kissed along your inner thigh, his beard scratching the sensitive skin, making his way to your center. He was tender and careful as you were still sensitive from your last orgasm.

You felt his tongue between your folds, lapping up your juices and his lips pressing a kiss to them every now and then.

His mouth moved up over your pubic bone to your hip bone and across your stomach until he reached your breasts. He positioned himself between your legs which you willingly spread for him.

He sucked and licked your nipples, twirling them between his fingers, causing your hips to buck up, looking to be filled by his cock again. Your head felt like it was packed in cotton and your eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation of his mouth and hands on your body.

When you opened them again, he was face to face with you. He pressed his hard cock against your lower stomach and you tongue licked over your upper lip, remembering the taste of him in your mouth.

Chibs reached down between your bodies and aligned himself with your center. He looked deep into your eyes as he started to push into you. He wanted to watch your face as you took every last inch of him.

Your mouth dropped opened to a silent moan as you felt him stretching you. Your hands clung to his upper back, drawing your nails down to and over his ass, grabbing his cheeks and pushing him even deeper inside you.

“Fuck me, baby”, you whined and pushed your legs further apart. Chibs pulled back and then snapped his hips against yours. “Oh fuck”, you called out. “Harder”, you added.

He pulled back again and dropped his hips back down. “Harder”, you commanded him a little louder this time. You could see the hint of a grin on his lips before his thrusted into you again, and again, and again. He became faster and rougher with every snap of his hips.

The both of you were moaning messes, your limbs entangled with each other as he fucked into you hard. Your hands grabbed the bedsheets, then clung to his back again. You didn’t know where to hold onto anymore. The only thing you were certain off was that you were having the sex of your life right now.

Chibs’ curses became louder, accompanied by groans and growls. His hips were pressed against yours while he kept rocking his cock inside you. His pubic bone massaged your clit and sent electric shocks up and down your spine.

His movements became erratic and hasty. He emptied himself inside you with a loud groan that filled the room. You clenched around him as you came, your legs shaking and your back arching to its limit.

While Chibs stilled on top of you, your hips kept rolling against him, riding out your orgasm. Your pussy still clenched tightly around his cock, trying to hold him there forever.

After a little while, Chibs pulled out and dropped down on the mattress next to you. You were both breathing heavily, your chests heaving, your bodies covered in sweat.

Your limbs felt heavy and light at the same time. Your eyes were closed and you bathed in the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Only far away, you noticed the mattress dipping as Chibs rolled over to the other side of the bed and you faintly heard the sound of tissues. The next moment, you felt the soft touch of a tissue between your legs as he was gently wiping up the mess you made.

“You don’t have to do that, I can…”, “Shhh”, he stopped you. “I’m not done with ya yet”, he replied in almost a whispered tone. You scrunched your eyebrows at his words and your eyes fluttered open as you thought you had heard him incorrectly.

Next thing you knew, he was laying beside you and placed his left arm under your head. With his other hand on your chin, he tilted your face over to his and kissed you softly. His lips were brushing against yours, his tongue darting out to find your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut again, enjoying the gentle interaction after your rough sex in comparison.

His right hand squeezed your left boob, his thumb running over your nipple, and moved over your stomach, caressing your skin and massaging your hip. You moaned against his lips as a response.

You felt his fingertips gliding along the line of your pubic region, moving further down in snake-like twists and turns.

Before you could form a thought, let alone a sentence, you felt his fingers brushing over your folds. You gasped in surprise. Everything was super sensitive at the moment and even the slightest touch felt a thousand times stronger. You arched your back at the tingling feeling and instinctively moved closer to his body.

His fingers started to collect a little wetness from your entrance and gently rubbed it over your clit. Your head dropped over to his shoulder and you buried your face at his neck, breathing in his scent.

He decided that you were ready to take a little more and moved one finger inside you, curling it up to find your g-spot. You inhaled loudly and it almost got stuck in your throat when he put his thumb on your clit at the same time.

Your hips started to roll against his hand and little whines left your mouth. You were equally overstimulated and wanting more of this. You felt almost overwhelmed by those feelings.

When you started to circle your hips in bigger movements against him, Chibs put another finger inside you. “Fuck”, you breathed out, throwing your head back, your fingers gripping the bedsheet beside you. Your head snapped over to the other side and you pressed your back into his side.

Your arm reached back and snaked around his neck. You lifted your right leg and put it over his thighs, wanting to give him more access.

His fingers inside you moved faster, rubbing over your g-spot every time. His thumb rolled over your clit like he was playing with the joystick of a gaming controller.

“Oh god, Filip, oh god”, you whined breathlessly. He pressed his lips to your neck, sucking on your skin. Your chest was heaving quickly and your heart was racing. Out of the fog that your last orgasm left in your body, a new one started to creep up on you so quickly that you were almost surprised when you found yourself on the brink of coming for the fourth time tonight.

You almost felt like it was too much and wanted to roll away from him and close your legs, but he was quicker. He put your right leg in between his and kept your legs open while his left arm, that you were still laying on, bent upwards and with his hand on your throat he pressed you against his chest.

“I can feel how close ya are”, he groaned at your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin and giving you goose bumps all over your body. “Ya such a good girl, ya can do it”, he added and brushed his lips over your cheek.

Your head dropped back against his shoulder and his hand around your throat added a little pressure. His fingers inside you moved even quicker, his thumb was replaced by the palm of his hand that brushed over your clit with every rapid move of his hand.

Your moans got louder and louder, turning into little squeals and screams of pleasure as your orgasm came towards you like a bullet train.

And when you came, you squirted all over his hand for the first time in your life.

 It took you a while until you gained your normal breath again. Chibs was holding you until you came down from your highest of highs, kissing your temple.

“Oh fuck, I need some water, you dehydrated me”, was the first thing you said when you regained your train of thought. When you sat up, you felt dizzy for a second. “You want water, too?”, you asked. “Sure, darlin’”, he nodded and you got out of bed. Your knees felt wobbly for the first few steps and you had to laugh at yourself. Feeling like a newborn deer. You hung your head under the faucet in the kitchen and drank like you were dying of thirst any second.

When you leaned back up, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the shiny front of your upper kitchen cabinet and found the shadow of a dark spot on your neck. That fucker did it again.

Then you grabbed a bottle of water for him from your fridge and walked back into your bedroom. “Catch”, you called out and threw the bottle over to him, which he caught with ease.

Before getting back into bed, you noticed his pants in the middle of the floor and just wanted to pick them up and place them on the chair in the corner.

When you lifted it from the floor, a condom packet fell out. You bent down to pick it up and only then you realized that you have done it with him for the first time without a condom.

“Hey, we didn’t use this”, you said, holding up the package to him. The concern must have been visible on your face.

“Is that a problem for you?”, he asked seemingly calm, taking another sip of his water. “I don’t know…no…I mean, we’re both clean, right?”, you asked, still standing in front the bed, not moving an inch. “Aye. I get regular tests, I’m good”, he told you.

“Yeah…yeah, me too”, you said and chewed on your bottom lip. “So, we’re good, right?”, he said as you were in thoughts. He was able to watch your inner monologue on your face as you debated yourself in your head.

“You wanna keep it that way?”, you asked as you suddenly snapped out of it, seemingly having made up your mind. He looked at you with raised eyebrows and an amused smile on his lips. “Sure feels better without one”, he simply replied. “Okay, but then mine has to be the only pussy you fuck”, you told him, lifting your chin a little to look as confident as possible. “You already are”, he said after a few seconds. Only now you realized that you had held your breath. Your whole body was flushed with relieve of finally knowing where you stand with him.

A smirk formed on your face as you threw the condom packet over your shoulder and let the pants fall back down on the floor. You crawled onto the bed again and got under the blanket next to him.

“But not tonight. I love your cock but I can’t have it inside of me again for at least a few hours”, you told him off in a playful tone, kissed his lips and lay down to go to sleep with your back to him. Chibs put his bottle on the night stand and cuddled up to you.

“It honors me that ya think I could go again any time soon”, he said at your ear and put his arm around your waist. You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand up to your boobs which he immediately grabbed a hold of.

It just so happened that that was his preferred sleeping position when he was able to spend the night. You only realized that you have gotten used to this when you haven’t had the chance to experience it the past couple of days. You reached over to switch off your bedside lamp and then placed your hand over his as you drifted off into sleep.

next part Lockdown

[cu1er]

Oblivion — Neymar Jr.

(see pt. 2 here)

Summary: After winning the UWCL with Barcelona, you end up face-to-face with Neymar on the field amidst celebrations as he has an epiphany.

Warnings: Pining, angst-ish, Neymar and reader are in their early 20s (to fit the timeline), happy ending, not proofread because Tumblr wanted to delete my proofread version and make me rewrite it x

A/N: First story on here (& first time writing for a man), I hope the 2 remaining Neymar fans on this app enjoy 😕.

You had been a player for FC Barcelona since you were 15 years old. You spent many years at your grassroots club before working your way up through the academy once the offer arose, and that eventually led to you becoming a player for the senior women’s team. The most important thing to you out of your whole career was your best friend, Neymar.

One thing about Neymar was that he loved fun, whether it was doing skill after skill on the pitch or dancing on a table as he sprayed champagne in the locker rooms. This playful nature of his made it natural for him to be a big partygoer.

He'd take any opportunity as an excuse to throw a party. On the weekends, after a big match, even before a big match, you name it; Neymar Junior was a party animal.

That made loving him even harder than it already was.

You'd walk into a room and see him buried underneath girls upon girls. Not even long after, he'd be up on his feet and dancing, his arm on another woman's waist as he smiled and enjoyed himself, allowing her to grind up on him. You pretended you didn't care, but it was easier said than done.

Some nights, you saw him take someone by their hand and lead them up the stairs as he smiled at them. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened behind that locked door; the grunts and heavy breathing spoke for itself.

You liked him, and it hurt. Every party was agony for you as much as it was fun for him, but you stayed. You could never justify why.

It was good motivation on the pitch. The need to be the best elsewhere if you couldn't be the best for him was the only thing guiding you on the pitch as you put up numbers and slowly started to perform better than you ever had.

His parties didn't stop. The hookups never stopped. Over time, you became less aware of them, because you stopped showing up. It was all part of you accepting that he didn't like you the way you liked him and you'd never be one of the lucky women he takes up to his room for the night, no matter how hard you wished. Just best friends.

Since you had reinforced the idea of him being a best friend to you, passing him between training and at club events became easier. The recounts of his latest girl became less of a blow.

"Meu Deus, I am starving," he grumbled, suddenly appearing behind you as you loaded your plate with breakfast. He didn't hold back on piling his plate either. You two found a table and sat down beside each other.

"Did you not eat dinner or something?" You asked with an eyebrow raised as he ravaged his plate of food. He shook his head and looked at you with a smirk, "I had a different kind of dinner."

"Ets tan repugnant," you muttered, shaking your head. He laughed and nudged you. With what little knowledge of the Catalan language he had, he replied. "I'm kidding! I didn't have anyone over, it was just me. I'm done with all that."

You looked at him with disbelief until his eyes softened. "I'm serious. I want to settle." The genuine expression on his face made it hard to suspect him of lying, so you nodded.

"I've got training on the field. I'll see you later," you spoke, finishing off your breakfast and doing your dishes before leaving the cafeteria.

He watched you go; the reason for his decision. The scraps of his breakfast were left on his plate as he stood up and left the cafeteria in a hurry, hoping that he'd get to the gym or the pitch or even the locker rooms and see someone else.

That didn't happen. He was left with his own thoughts in the hollow and cold locker room. Every fling wasn't worth the 20 minutes of pleasure. It wasn't even his own pleasure. He didn't know why he kept chasing that feeling when, 5 fucks in, he never received it. He felt absent from his own body every time the door locked behind him and a body hit the mattress. Now it was obvious why that was happening.

When he finally left the locker room, he paused in front of the field. The women of the Barcelona women's team crowded the field, but his eyes restlessly searched for you. When he couldn't find you, he became hyper-aware of the time he had spent just standing there, and he practically sprinted off.

This didn't go unnoticed by you, and from behind Alexia's figure you could clearly see him disappearing into the facilities.

The Women's Champions League was the most talked about event within the club as it inched closer. That was one of the big things you loved about the club; no matter the gender, football was football. Both teams received the same support, as long as you played in the blaugrana. It was also being held in Bilbao, so basically next door, which meant more people from the club would be able to catch a flight and see the match.

The weeks following the final consisted of lots of nerves and what-ifs, but once you got on the team bus, it all disappeared somehow. You loved the bus rides with your team; even though it was such a simple activity, it was better than any real team bonding activity. You settled quickly beside Patri and behind Claudia and Ingrid.

As you listened to Patri's quiet snores beside you, you thought to yourself for a moment. You knew that the men didn't have any more matches scheduled for the rest of the month, and some of them would definitely be travelling to Bilbao to watch the final. Part of you hoped he would be part of the select few flying to Bilbao, going out of his way to come watch you and your team play.

You would've thought harder about it all, but your exhaustion caught up to you and you spent 3 and a half hours out of the long 6 hour drive sleeping. When you woke up, you spent a bit more time thinking, and the rest of the ride was spent engaging in conversations with your teammates before you drifted into a light sleep once again. When you woke up again, you had arrived in Bilbao.

Somehow, Fridolina's hoodie had been your pillow the whole time and one of your slides underneath the seat while the other was barely on your foot and you were sharing a fluffy blanket with Patri that was definitely not there earlier... it was a state for sure. Groggily, you all piled off the bus, your sweatpants rolled up to your knees in pantaloons as you walked off the bus.

The weather was nice and warm and despite the initial tiredness amongst the team, everyone was happy. You had a positive feeling about the final that awaited you, and you shared this thought with Alexia. You thanked the Lord for the absence of the media crew, because judging by your reflection in your phone screen, you looked horrific as you waddled into the hotel lobby.

Neymar had barely escaped your mind despite everything going on around you, but you didn't have time to think about him, not with Ale right beside you, her arm wrapped around you as she squeezed your shoulder. She was like a big sister to you in a sense, and for that you were grateful. It gave you relief, because you finally felt like you could open up to someone about your feelings for Neymar that were feeling like an eternal issue.

As you checked into your hotel room, something in your gut told you that your stay in Bilbao would be very special in ways that went beyond the Champions League. You could only wait for Saturday and see for yourself.

[roppiepop]

Vague Age Swap au WIP

Somewhat prompted by this specific ask!!!

Jason sees Tim's case file for the first time when he's 12.

It passes by as a glimpse while Bruce is combing through possible links between two separate attacks on City Hall, but Jason latches onto it. It's a kid his age between middle-aged crooks, and the idea they're put on the same level rankles something in Jason's gut.

Newly christened Robin-status be damned, he kicks the back of the Batcomputer chair and forces Bruce to turn and face him.

"What the fuck, B?" he exclaims, jabbing a finger at his face. "Are you arresting kids?"

Bruce, for his part, looks perplexed for one moment  before it smooths out to impassivity. "I do not."

Jason takes to the console and switches back to profile he saw. "What's this, then?"

And a twitch of Bruce's brow betrays annoyance, one surprising enough that Jason pauses, head tilted to the side.

"Bruce?"

"I've never arrested him." he says, tone carefully neutral. "He's not linked to any crimes."

Bruce then leans back, allowing Jason to read the file for himself. He takes to it with a gusto, filled with curiosity on what would incite that kind of reaction.

The face that stares back at him is young, in a polished smile the way Jason imagines rich kids are thought to be on their father's knees. The photo itself might have been from a yearbook- at one of those fancy-schmancy schools that got a uniform with a fucking blazer.

With those impressions alone Jason still has no idea why this prissy kid embodying the crust of Gotham elite would be on Bruce's radar.

Curiosity gets the better of him. Jason skips through the personal information to go straight to case notes.

Seen above Club Vesuvius on 11/24

Seen outside container yard unit F302 on 11/17

Seen exiting S.T.A.R Labs on 11/05

Seen at Giordano Botanical Gardens on 11/01

Alleytown sightings on 10/18, 10/19, 10/20, 10/26, and 10/28

Crown point sightings on 10/04, 0/06, 10/10, 10/12, and 10/15

Seen at Trigate bridge on 09/14

And it goes on, and on. Appearances around rogue attacks, on the edge of weapons trades, just on different streets- always linked to one Batman takedown or another.

Jason notices the dates too, never a week without the kid popping up somewhere, listed out months before Bruce even found him. Present but unattached to any of the events he's seen in.

Like a distant spectre following the Bat's every move.

He scrolls further down, to any assessments Bruce might've made on this, because a teenager stalking Batman seems an awful lot like something nefarious building up to chaos, but he's hit with an extra authorization prompt for a code he doesn't have.

Bruce takes over the computer console before Jason can attempt to crack it, minimizing the tab back to the video coverage of Neil Murphy's shirt in a rapidly growing puddle of red.

"Who isthat?"

"Tim Drake." Bruce replies, in a sardonic tone that would irritate him if he bothered to catch the name before.

Jason still lets out a huff. "What's his deal? How is he following you so often?"

That brow of his twitches again, paired with a frown Jason's only seen when someone mentions Nightwing. Fingers tap on the console in a language unknown to the teen. Bruce tersely says, "He knows."

A pause, heartbeat spiking as Jason absorbs what that means. But even then- "Still doesn't explain why he's stalking you."

Bruce's exhale could be a sigh. "Not just me. He has a camera."

"Information broker?"

The frown turns contemplative. "No, not quite."

Then what? Jason's brain tries to piece it together, the image of a figure that knows Bruce's- all- of their identities, actively tails them, and takes photographic evidence of every fight they have. He tries to come up with any logical reason a teenager might do that. Then narrows those down to non-evil purposes. There aren't much.

Is he dangerous? Jason wants to ask. Everything here is a pretty big neon sign to the road of villainy. But Jason is still hung up on the age- this kid looked younger than him for fuck's sake! It doesn't make sense for him to be acting this out alone. And if there is a larger perpetrator behind this- Jason's thoughts go back to the kid's placid blue eyes, the plastic smile and steel posture- what comes out of his mouth becomes. "Is he safe?

It's evidently not the question Bruce expects. Another silence with that constipated frown of his. Jason's feet tap restlessly on the floor in the meantime.

It stops silent with Bruce's pointed stare.

"Stay away from him."

[cetaitlaverite]

Hypothetically speaking, if Daniel didn't die and he and Freddie were still together, possibly even engaged, but Freddie still somehow met Rosie, how do you think Freddie would react to meeting Rosie, and how would Rosie react to meeting Freddie?

this is such an interesting question (and, funnily enough, someone else also asked me the exact same thing - pictured above because i don’t want to leave that other anon out - so i’ve been thinking about it for a while). i think the big thing about freddie and rosie's story is whether you think they're the kind of soulmates who will meet each other in every lifetime and thus there's no universe in which they don't end up together, or if you think they're the kind of soulmates who come together once in a million lifetimes and the stars had to align to bring them together. i'm not sure, personally, which one i think is more plausible.

realistically, daniel has to die for freddie and rosie to cross paths. i'm a firm believer in everything happening for a reason, and freddie meeting rosie is the reason for daniel’s death. whether freddie and rosie might live a million different lifetimes and daniel dies in all of them or whether this lifetime is the only one they work out in - as i said, i don't know (i'm open to hearing thoughts, though!!!). but for fun let's imagine an alternate universe where daniel doesn't die. walk with me here.

in the fic freddie leaves the airfield she was assigned to originally, the airfield daniel flew out of, because she couldn’t stand to be there anymore after he died. so she’d still be there if daniel hadn’t died. but for the sake of this au, let’s say it’s a similar situation to cecelia’s; she gets transferred away from the airfield for some small infraction. in cecelia’s case it was for flirting with her pilot boyfriend over the radio, so let’s say it was that. so now she’s at thorpe abbotts.

there is the issue of daniel having been preparing to propose right before he died, which was in march 1941, so chances are by august 1943 when freddie meets rosie she would’ve been married. but let’s say that she wants to hold out until they can have a proper wedding where she can invite all her friends and family instead of just immediate family, so they have a long engagement. because there’s no wiggle room if she’s married.

everything else happens in the same way as normal. freddie goes home on leave for a few days and comes back and speaks german over the radio to a confused messerschmitt pilot to lure him in which has all the other w/ops lording her as a war hero when they go to the officers’ club that night. millie and bucky want her to drink beer, she wants to drink lemonade, the only person who buys her lemonade is rosie. what i think might happen in an au chapter 1 is as follows:

“Excuse me, ma’am,” spoke a voice from behind Freddie. It wasn’t a voice she recognised, and she liked to think with all of her accumulated experience talking to both the pilots and the radio operators over the radio she recognised voices rather well.

Turning, she found a pair of earnest blue eyes and a well-groomed moustache, a shy smile tilted above a proffered glass.

“Hi,” Freddie greeted in a chirp.

“Hi,” the man - one of the new pilots, by the looks of his insignia - replied. He shook his head a little bit, as though to clear it. “I hope you don’t mind, ma’am, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation and I thought - well, here’s your lemonade.” He offered the glass to her again.

He was handsome, this pilot who had bought her lemonade when no one else would. Not handsome like Daniel, who was all fair haired and boyish, crooked toothy smiles and mischievous eyes, but handsome in a gentle, mature way. Dark hair, striking eyes, soft smile, he was the kind of handsome which would have made Freddie’s heart flutter if she wasn’t engaged. Well, it fluttered, because whilst she was taken she wasn’t entirely immune to the charms of other men, but his handsomeness didn’t fluster her as it might have if she had been single.

“Oh,” Freddie said, accepting the glass of lemonade from him with a bright smile. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”

He smiled again and she smiled back. “Nothing at all, ma’am.” 

She didn’t make to say anything else and he didn’t either, but he lingered as though he wanted to. Freddie considered him for a moment, in all his earnestness, and decided to take pity on him. He was sweeter than most of the American airmen she’d met at Thorpe Abbotts so far. “I’m Freddie,” she introduced herself.

The man smiled wide, less uncertain and more, just, happy. Like the sound of her name had solved his life’s biggest problems. “Nice to meet you, Freddie,” he answered her. “I’m Rosie.”

“Rosie,” Freddie repeated with a nod and a smile. “That’s a nice name.”

Rosie smiled wider. She had dimples. “Thank you, ma’am. Comes from my last name - Rosenthal.”

Freddie laughed to herself. “You don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’. Just Freddie is fine. That’s how everyone knows me.”

“Alright,” Rosie conceded. “Freddie it is.”

Freddie couldn’t seem to look away from his eyes. She was sure she’d never seen eyes so blue. Even in the warm, low lighting of the officers’ club they were somehow still glowing, bright and kind and alive. 

“So, uh,” Rosie started, with a certain degree of awkwardness. “They said you were on leave?”

“Yes,” Freddie confirmed, taking a sip of her lemonade. “I went home for three days, to Oxford.”

“That must’ve been nice,” he replied. He hated how he suddenly had so very little to say. She must have thought he was so, so boring.

Freddie couldn’t help it. She giggled at the awkwardness.

“Yes,” she replied again. “Yes, it was wonderful. Strange to be home, to be sure - I haven’t visited since Christmas - but it was especially lovely to see my dogs again. I don’t get any letters from them, see.”

Rosie chuckled lightly, nodding along with her, relieved at the release of the uncertainty. “Right,” he said. “They’re not big on writing letters, then?”

“They’re dogs of few words,” she agreed with a grin.

“How many do you have?” he questioned next.

“Dogs?” Freddie wondered. “Two. The big one’s Bruno and the little one’s Earnie, both boys. A German Shepherd and a Westie.”

“What are they like?”

Her eyes glinted. “Trouble.” She loved talking about her dogs.

“I always wanted a dog,” Rosie confided in her, tilting his head to the side and slightly down to let him meet her eyes more easily. “But where I’m from, in Brooklyn, we always lived in an apartment. No pets allowed.”

Freddie gasped. “That’s tragic.”

Rosie grinned. “I know. Someone oughta fix that rule.”

She sipped on her lemonade, nodding, contemplating. Instinctively, her eyes found the floor. 

Rosie watched her, tapping his fingers against his glass of beer. 

He opened his mouth to say something more - desperate to say something, anything, really, that might get her to smile again. Those dimples of hers - if he hadn’t signed up to go to war already he knew he would’ve enlisted just on their behalf.

But whatever he was about to say never made it out. It was for the best, probably, since he couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t have been something incredibly forward, some grand statement about her startling prettiness which she was bound to have heard a million times before. Instead, he was swiftly cut off by Millie, returning from the bar with two pints of beer, one in each hand. “Fred, I got your beer, and you are going to like it, god damn it, even if I have to pour it down your throat myself.”

Freddie rolled her eyes as she turned to Millie and watched with a faint grin as realisation dawned on her face. “Oh.”

“I have lemonade,” Freddie declared, holding up her glass for her to see. She took a sip from it to punctuate her statement and also to prove a point; if she said she didn’t want to drink beer then she wouldn’t be drinking beer.

Millie laughed, her eyes flicking between Freddie and Rosie. “Is that right? And who do I have to blame for it?”

“That would be me, ma’am,” Rosie answered, and Freddie noticed a glint in his eye.

“Rosie,” Millie replied with a tut. “Now why would you do that? You’ll only encourage her!”

Rosie shook his head with a light little laugh. “I just figured war heroes should get to choose what they have to drink, otherwise what’s the point of being one?”

Millie laughed along with Rosie’s joke and Freddie smiled to herself. This was the kind of man she wanted to see Millie with; sweet, thoughtful, a gentleman. Too many times she’d caught Millie’s eyes lingering on bolder, colder Americans who were so excited to be away from home for the first time, in spite of the circumstances, that they bulldozed their way through women like it was their job. But Rosie wasn’t like that, Freddie could tell. He had really listened to everything she’d said, had hung onto her every word even though they weren’t terribly interesting. He’d look after Millie, she was sure. And so she took her leave.

Freddie gave Millie’s arm a squeeze as she turned and beelined for the piano in the corner, setting her lemonade down on top of it before taking a seat at the bench. She lifted the key cover with all the reverence of someone who had never touched a piano before, smiling as she brushed her fingertips noiselessly across the keys, and laughed when she heard Bucky call out, “Fred, play Blue Skies!”

“I don’t know that one!” Freddie called back, which everyone knew was a bare-faced lie because she’d played it once before. The first time Bucky had requested she play it she had done so all too readily and consequently been confronted with the horror of a drunken, out of tune, up close rendition performed by one Major Egan himself. Never again, she had vowed as she reluctantly finished playing the tune. But her refusal had never stopped Bucky from asking.

Instead, while Jem hurried across the room to turn the gramophone down, Freddie started to play Stardust by Artie Shaw, which wasn’t quite romantic enough to make Millie give her a hard time for her lack of subtlety but which still had a certain air about it which always made couples want to dance.

“Fred, come on!” Bucky called, shaking his head playfully. “We want Blue Skies!”

“You’ll get what you’re given and like it, Bucky Egan!” Freddie called back, speeding up the tempo of her playing just a little bit to appease him into quiet.

It didn’t take long for Freddie to lose herself in her music - it never did. And over by the bar all conversation between Rosie and Millie had ceased. Rosie hadn’t replied to Millie as soon as he’d seen Freddie sit down at the piano, in fact, and he’d been mesmerised ever since.

She must have been some kind of angel, he thought, his lips hanging slightly agape, a warm flush high in his cheeks. With her eyes closed and her fingers moving fast across the keys, a soft smile on her face as she filled the club even to its most secluded corners with her beautiful music, there was no possible way she was a human being the way everyone else was a human being. There was no way she’d been born into the same world he had.

Millie was far from oblivious to Rosie’s infatuation. She had wondered, in fact, when she’d first met Rosie a few days ago while Freddie was back in Oxford, whether the two of them might hit it off. But there was, of course, one minor detail in the way of what she was sure had the potential to be nothing short of a fairytale.

“Rosie,” Millie said softly, hoping to draw his eyes to her.

Her efforts were to no avail. While Rosie hummed back at Millie, letting her know he was listening, his eyes were still firmly fixed on Freddie at the piano, on how she was giggling as Major Egan started trying to sing along to her instrumental.

Millie sighed and stepped in front of him so he’d have no choice but to look at her. “Rosie, she’s engaged.”

Rosie’s attention was not quite so hard pressed elsewhere anymore. “What?”

Millie nodded. “To a man she’s been with since she was fourteen. He proposed two years ago.”

“Then why ain’t they married?”

Millie wanted to laugh at his defensive tone of voice. He was clearly so invested already.

“Because Freddie wants to invite all her friends and extended family to the wedding and that just isn’t possible in wartime.”

Rosie stared at Millie silently for a moment, lost for what to say, before his eyes ventured over her shoulder to Freddie at the piano, finishing off her song and smiling shyly at the applause.

It couldn’t be, he thought, that she was going to spend her life with someone else. He barely knew her, true, but he’d always believed in his own convictions. He’d had girlfriends and some of them his mother had wanted him to go all the way with, but he knew himself and he’d always believed that when he met the right person he would just know. And he knew. With Freddie, he knew. She wasn’t supposed to be getting married to some childhood sweetheart, not when there was no one else for him.

“They’re having… some trouble, at the moment,” Millie said suddenly, diplomatically. She was frowning a little bit when Rosie looked back at her, as though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed she should be telling him this. “She’s been thinking about becoming a translator but he hates that she speaks German - she’s half-Austrian, see. And it’s been causing a bit of a rift. And she mentioned to him off-handedly that she’d like to teach their future children German, too, and he didn’t like that at all.”

Hope started to swell in Rosie’s heart like warm air in a balloon.

“But Fred -” Millie spoke abruptly, sensing the change in Rosie, “- she’s loyal. And I won’t tell you she doesn’t love him. All I’m saying is -” Millie sighed and ran a hand down her face, smudging her lipstick as she went. “All I’m saying,” she repeated as she glanced over her shoulder at Freddie, “is that it would take a lot to turn her head. So don’t get your hopes up or anything.”

His hopes were already up. How couldn’t they be? He had never before met anyone and been so immediately sure that they were supposed to be in his life for the long haul.

She was it for him. He knew it. He couldn’t explain how he knew it but he knew it, as he’d always trusted he would. With her warm brown eyes and her lemonade, her dimples and her talking about her dogs, he’d been smitten. But with her sitting at the piano and playing Artie Shaw so effortlessly, so elegantly, with that gentle smile on her face? Oh, he was head over heels. There was no possible version of his future which didn’t have her at its centre. There was no alternative. Her or no one. Absolutely only her.

Freddie was playing a different song now, a classical song Rosie didn’t recognise but which had filled the dance floor with couples. And her shoulders swayed as she played it. It was less like she was pressing down keys and playing a song from memory and more like she was carefully extracting from her heart whatever story the piano wanted to help her tell.

Yeah, Rosie thought, she’s the one for me.

As though she could feel the weight of that decision, could feel how Rosie had just tied himself to her, Freddie opened her eyes and met his, inexplicably, across the room.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Happy Monday! Catching up a bit... About our recent posts, Jade and Floyd’s new card and some random twst-related stuff.

Starting with replies about the OruVil comic from a couple of days ago!

Anonymous asked:

HOGH I really love that recent Film Club art~

And the outfits you gave them is so good!

Thank you for the food! 💚

Hi, 💚 Anon! You’re very welcome and thank you!! I am very happy you liked the outfits; for some reason (pretty obvious one tbh), picking clothes for Vil always makes me nervous lol So I’m glad it looks ok!

I love Film Club...

Anonymous asked:

FUCK SORRY IM BACK

💚 ANON HERE

I FORGOT TO SAY THAT ORTHO DESIGN IS SO GOOOOD I SWEAR I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT HE'S SO TALL  AND BEAUTIFUL asddsfdsgfGAfdf

HI AGAIN, 💚 ANON!!

Thank you again! I really like to think that Ortho would’ve been a handsome guy. Well, it’s not like he isn’t handsome as he is~

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

DUDE ORTHO HAS SOME FASHION SENSE HOLY SHIT!!!

Yes! This is what you become when you have Vil as your mentor <3

Anonymous asked:

Rook would be cheer captain of anything he's so excited for literally nothing half the time.

I would say good for him, but honestly, good for everyone around him. We all need Rook hyping us up for no reason in our lives sometimes.

Anonymous asked:

The tweels are the worst kind of caretakers XD XD XD

(this is related to this post)

Well, at least their caring nature makes Azul recover way faster! <3 Isn’t that sweet?

Anonymous asked:

Hmmm, is Neige enjoying watching Vil’s agonized screams?

This one is probably referring to a sketch from Ko-Fi; and it’s related to a fic that Katsu wrote!

But to answer your question: I think he is just mesmerised by his acting talent <3

Anonymous asked:

Oooh, so who’s the lucky someone who took Trey’s v card? What’s his body count?

This one is also related to a sketch from ko-fi wink wink~

Anon, I really want you to ask this question to Trey directly while looking into his eyes, I think it would result in our witnessing a human being becoming a tree (to become unnoticeable) in real life. But jokes aside, I think Trey is the type of person to have his first time with just some guy who he was kind of attracted to, nothing big or serious. He might have had a couple of encounters like this... But stopped the moment Riddle became a NRC student for some reason.

TLDR; Trey Clover has stories to tell but he doesn’t anyone to know about it.

Or maybe! Maybe he is still a virgin and this whole thing is just a big misunderstanding. Who knows~

Anonymous asked:

does fem idia only forgo bras or is she just straight up commando under her clothes

Come on, Anon, she’s not a certain eel woman... and not even another certain eel woman. She wears panties! <3 Sometimes this is the only thing she wears though.

Anonymous asked:

Hyperventilating right now, have you guys seen the new upcoming Tweels (in their merform) ssrs cards??? They look so HOT 🔥

Yes!! They look very good! I’m really looking forward to seeing them in good quality + the groovies, I am so glad we got them!

Anonymous asked:

Why is everyone crapping on the anatomy of the new tweels’ ssr card? It looked great to me 😓

They are? I’m very out of the loop, the only thing I’ve seen is some kids being angry at them having pecks + abs and at people thinking they look sexy... Which is very stupid; they’ve always had pecks and abs, they’re mermen, for fuck’s sake, they use their stomach and chest muscles a lot. And the cards are very obviously drawn to look sexy lol of course people are going to comment on that.

If we’re talking about anatomy though, I think the anatomy on twst cards is always “good enough”; sometimes it’s amazing, sometimes it’s less successful, but with these two in particular I don’t see anything super offensive anatomy-wise. This isn’t a certain Diasomnia boy’s certain groovy.

Anonymous asked:

I’m  going to guess that Azul leaves a lot of his lovers unsatisfied with his speed rounds of sex

(referring to this post)

Not necessarily! Speed rounds of sex is Azul’s ideal form of sex because it’s efficient. But Azul would also absolutely hate to leave his lover unsatisfied because it would hurt his ego; so basically no one leaves until everyone is satisfied... which is even worse somehow lol This is probably one of the reasons Azul doesn’t like sex very much.

Anonymous asked:

Strange idea, but Azul with Idia or something and they're having fun and whatnot and Idia's just so tired and wants a break and he keep saying that, but Azul doesn't believe him.

So he just keeps going.

I don’t think anything strange about your idea, Anon, I think this is pretty normal for these two. Azul doesn’t necessarily have more stamina than Idia, but he does have a lot of energy, stubbornness and determination! And horniness too sometimes...

Anonymous asked:

have you considered jade/jamil at any point?

Not in any serious way; we just haven’t seen anything that would get us the sparks yet. But we’re not opposed to it.

Anonymous asked:

For some reason, this clip: https://youtu.be/enJda42gLcA?si=SQe9LFw1SsfDX4Ev. Especially when she was questioning what all the suffering was for because that’s exactly what Riddle was doing during his overblot

My main takeaway from this video is damn I would love to read a detective book written by Riddle...

But also, I see what you mean! It’s easier to deal with trauma if it results in something good or at least right. But unfortunately, this isn’t how it always is...