#but angel heard the heartbeat and was like oh wait no hold up

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Love how fast Angel can snap from legit threatening Darla's life to husband mode once he realizes shit's gotten real.

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Biggest Fans (E.O)

Fem!Writer!Reader x Elizabeth Olsen

Summary: It was a casual lunch day out for you and Lizzie until the unexpected thing happens.

Warning: None. I'm just feeding you with fluff story. :D

A/n: Hello! It's me with another fluff fic! Thank you for your patience. I'm trying my best to write more and give you more contents. Also, this might be the last time I will post with the taglist. I'm planning on making a library side blog. I will update you once It's ready. Anyways, happy reading!

P.S: The italic prints means texting convo in this fic. The bold print means their thoughts.

Main Masterlist

“Hello. I really love your writing.” was how it all started. A friendly message you got but you never knew that it will lead to something unexplainable with such all good feelings you can’t describe. A message that led to other more messages between you and this girl. Before you know it, you talk to her 24/7 for almost a year. Flirtatious messages with various sweet pet names exchanges happen a lot between you two. Is it a friendship? It sure did start from that point. Is it more than that? You don’t know. All you know, you can’t hold back a smile every time you get a message from her through your writing blog apps. You always wait for her messages. The second you wake up, you will go to the apps to text her good morning and sometimes you would find that she beat you and left the morning text before you.

Liz, that’s her name. As much as you want to see her pictures or hear her voice through a phone call, you respect her request to wait until she feels comfortable to do so. You both agreed to not talk or ask anything personal just yet. Despite all that, both of you never run out of things to talk about which is what you love about her.

You hear your text notification from your phone and your heartbeat doubling in speed instantly. You knew who it was and as usual, you are smiling reading anything she texts you.

_____

*Ding* Lizzie's phone informs her another message replies. She laughs a little and then smiles the whole time while she's typing her turn in the conversation.

Scarlet sees it from the corner of her eyes while she is checking out the restaurant's menu but she can't help herself to ask, "Is that from your writer girlfriend?” She teases Lizzie.

“Huh? What? No, she’s not my girlfriend.” The younger actress realizes Scar’s teasing question and denies it instantly. A blush shows up on her cheek obviously.

“Well, you both have been talking all this time. You have been all smiling every time you text with her. Wait, how long have you been talking with each other?”

“Well, you told me about this whole fanfiction writing blog stuff like around june last year i think?” The brunette answers.

“That’s almost a year! Wow and she still doesn’t know who you are? Or at least your voice? Does she know that you are from Los Angeles? She seems pretty patient about that."

"Uh yes. I gotta admit, she has been understanding about it very much. Sometimes I feel that it's unfair to her because I have heard her voice on the voice notes she left me. She sounds really cute. And, yes. She knows that I'm from here just like her." Lizzie expresses her thoughts and doesn't realize that another smile curves on her face.

"Aww. That's cute! You like her, don't you?" The blonde actress asks as she wiggles her eyebrows teasing her best friend once more.

Lizzie laughs and covers her face in embarrassment. "Who wouldn't like a nice sweet funny girl that you can talk to about everything 24/7?" 

“Haha! I knew you like her!”

“Uh maybe we should order some food now, the waitress has been asking us twice, Scar.” Lizzie looks at the menu to avoid eye contact and to not let the topic go further.

“It wasn’t my fault, you were the one who kept forgetting to see what you want because you are busy texting with your girlfriend.” Scarlet teased and soft crimson shades slowly show up on Lizzie’s face.

“Oh look, Liz! She just posted a new fic. Ouh, I wonder what it is about now.” A mix of excitement and curiosity floats around her as she playfully makes a little dance move with her shoulders.

“Oh, she posted it earlier than she planned, that's good. It’s a Wanda story. She told me the idea, it’s about—-” before Lizzie can finish her words, Scarlet interrupts her.

“Nope. nope. Nope.. No spoilers please. I’m gonna read it later.” Scarlet raises her index fingers as her stop sign.

Lizzie laughs at her antics. “Okay, okay. All I’m gonna say is, it’s a really good plot. You’ll like it.”

The girls order their food and spend some time catching up.

_____

Liz:

“Have you eaten lunch yet, sweetie?

Y/n:

“Not yet. I was too lazy to get out of my apartment but since you keep reminding me to eat something, I am getting lunch now. 😁"

Liz:

"Are you going to cook something?"

Y/n:

"No. I'm just gonna go to this restaurant I love. I'll be right back, darling. I'll text you when I get there, love. 😘"

Liz:

"Okay, talk soon. 😘"

Even just the short conversation makes you and Lizzie feel like you are on cloud nine, drunk with happiness.

______

Some fans sometimes come to them for pictures or autographs but both Marvel actresses were enjoying their lunch and their leisure time together until one message from you popped up. Lizzie's eyes widened, her stomach turned and her heart dropped after she read what you sent her.

Y/n:

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Liz! You will not believe who I see right now! Elizabeth Olsen!! I see her at the restaurant I'm at now. She is so gorgeous. She's with Scarlet Johansson right now."

"Oh my god. Shit. Scar, she's here." Lizzie exclaimed in whispers, trying her best to keep calm and look around casually so it wouldn't look obvious.

"Huh? What happened? Who's here?" The Black Widow cast asks in surprise and confusion at the same time.

"Y/n. She's here!" She whispers.

"What? How did you know?" Scarlet pitched out another question as she kept her head straight looking at Lizzie.

"She sent me this." Lizzie lets Scarlet read your message.

Then another message popped up.

Y/n:

"I really want to come up to her and say hi."

"Gosh, now she's gonna come here and say hi." Panic starts to scream a little in Lizzie's tone and she shows her phone to Scar again.

"You don't know what she looks like, right?" Scarlet asks.

"No. I don't know that she is a huge fan of.. you know, me." Lizzie taps her fingers rapidly and nervously.

"Well, d'uh, Lizzie? She writes fics about you and Wanda." The blonde laughs a little and shakes her head.

"Oh yeah. Yeah. You are right. My brain just can't think—" Lizzie tries to respond but gets interrupted. "Straight?" Scar finishes her words in a teasing smirk.

Lizzie rolls her eyes and holds her smile knowing what Scarlet really meant. A fan comes and asks for a selfie with them.

As soon as the girl leaves, Lizzie asks Scarlet in a whisper, "Do you think it was her?"

"Well, I don't know, Liz. Oh text her and ask if she decides to come to Lizzie" Scarlet pitches the idea as she forms an air quote on Lizzie's name.

The now nervous younger Olsen sister follows the suggested idea and texts you.

Lizzie:

"So, did you decide to go say hi to her?"

A few minutes passed and she hasn't got any reply from you. Then another fan politely interrupts the silence.

Lizzie doesn't realize that she stares at the girl a little longer while her mind wonders if it's you until Scarlet nudges her elbow and she continues talking friendly then takes another selfie with their favorite MCU casts.

The more fans come to them, the more it drives her mind all over the place and keeps guessing which one was you. Her curiosity makes her ask each fan their name, just in case it was you. Anticipation is killing her by now and she decided to text you again.

Lizzie:

"Babe? Are you okay? How was it?"

Silence was still what she got. "Why hasn't she replied yet?" She asks herself with a little frustration as she keeps checking on her phone for your reply.

"Well, if she already came to you then what would you do?" Scarlet questioned the brunette.

“I don’t know.” Lizzie shows her thinking looks as she mindlessly bites her nails. Then her phone brings her back out of her daze. “Oh! That must be her.” She talks to herself as she undoubtedly checks her phone.

A Surprised facial expression appears as she sees your message with a picture of her that you took from afar earlier.

Y/n:

“Look how beautiful she is. I saw that she was very sweet to her fans. I think I'm not going to come up to her. I feel bad that she doesn't have her privacy to have her lunch, people keep coming to her. I’m just gonna finish my food and maybe go home after that.”

Lizzie tries to look as calm as she can as she wonders where you are sitting from the view of her picture you took then looks back to check the picture again and avert her eyes around. “Scar, don't look around, I don't want to look obvious that we are wondering which one is her but here, look what Y/n texted me.”

As soon as Scar saw the pictures and read the message, she almost couldn’t help herself to turn her head to where you possibly were but Lizzie stops her.

“Aw she’s so sweet and thoughtful.” The blonde comments. “So, if she’s not coming to see you, what are you going to do now Liz? She added.

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking of asking her if she wants to meet up or at least have a video call. Should I try to come and have a spontaneous meet up with her here right now? She said she’s leaving soon.” Lizzie rants out her thoughts as she casually searches around that might give a clue which one is you.

A full minute of silence from Lizzie as Scar waits for the answer of her question. The brunette finally breaks her silence. “Uhm.. I don’t know. Uh, I… I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, Scar.” but being friends with Lizzie since she joined Marvel makes Scarlet know her pretty well like the back of her own hand.

Scarlet gently grabs Lizzie’s arm to quickly stop her from getting up. “Wait, wait, wait Liz. I know you. You are not going to the bathroom, you are going to find her, aren’t you?” The blonde actress guessed in a teasing tone and smiled.

No words come out of her lips but a little smirk forms and that’s all Scarlet needs as an answer then she lets go her hand off Lizzie’s arm. “Well, good luck. Have fun on your first date with your girlfriend. Text me if you want me to wait or not.” Scarlet cheers her and wiggle her eyebrows.

With that, Lizzie walks away to find you.

_____

Unfortunately, today is a pretty busy day at the restaurant. After a few steps away from her table towards the direction she guessed where you are at, most tables are occupied. Her eyes look for a woman she thinks looks like your age and any other clue that can help her.

At first she looks for a woman who is on her phone but she realizes it won’t help. Most people are on their phone these days. Then she remembers that you posted a story earlier, her mind instantly thinks that you have your laptop with you on your table right now while having your lunch. It helps her narrow down her obstacles to find you after she sees some women has their laptop with them.

She tries to be as casual as she can. Some pairs of eyes recognize her and some don’t or perhaps they are just trying not to stare at her. She then texts you again, a subtle question that won’t be too obvious that she wants to know if you are still there or not.

Lizzie:

“How’s your food babe? Are you still having your lunch?”

A few minutes of silence, none of your replies come to her inbox. “Dang it! She probably turns her phone on vibrate mode again.” she thought to herself, knowing your habit.

Meanwhile, you are trying to prevent yourself from staring at your idol from far away so you are focused on writing your new romantic fic, you can’t keep Liz out of your mind. All those sweet touchy ideas and stories you wrote were inspired by her or your conversations with her. It even sometimes makes you smile. You miss her today but you know her plan for today, spending time with her best friend so you try to let her “girls day out” time.

As you get distracted by your own feelings of missing her, you can’t help yourself and you grab your phone to text her only to find out you missed her text.

You quickly reply.

Y/n:

“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t see your message. My phone was on vibrate. Yes, I’m still here, but I’m done with my lunch and just waiting for my check. I hope you are having a great time with your best friend. I can’t wait to chat with you again. I miss you.”

Just like that, your message definitely dropped a bomb of jumbled feelings on her. She reads it in awe, her heart feels light and she feels giddy when she reads that you miss her yet she is now alarmed that her time is running out and she needs to pick up her pace to find you. Like a cherry on top, the nervousness gradually grew over the other mixed up feelings.

She directs her eyes from one table to another table as she walks. She starts to feel more anxious that she would miss the chance to meet you, her mind rapidly thinks.

Her fingers start to get cold, her heart beats race but a final resort of thought jumps into her mind.

She takes a deep breath. “Fuck it.” She mumbles and she opens the apps on her phone then calls you and her eyes are ready to spot you whenever you pick up her calls. “Come on, y/n. Pick up the phone.” she mumbles once more with full of hope.

_____

The waiter drops off your bill. While you are checking on it, you notice that your phone vibrates.

Your stomach does somersaults and your heart cheers with such thrill, you swear you could hear it. Despite all that, you are nervous. You stare at your phone screen for a good few seconds, questions bouncing around in your head as you tap your finger on the table nervously.

Why is she calling me? Is this an accidental call? Should I answer it? What if I got speechless?

_____

Lizzie hears you answer the call on the other end of the line. Her eyes jump from one person to another and her heart skips a beat when she finally spots you. She knows it was you as soon as she sees you has the phone with your left hand.. “H–hello? Liz?” She can hear your highly strung voice and her feet lead her to your table slowly.

“H-hi y/n. Yes, it’s me Liz.” her timorous voice wrapped in excitement makes its way to be heard.

“Uh-it’s so nice to finally hear your voice. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you were gonna call. I wasn’t prepared.” you let out a nervous laugh.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you first I was gonna call. I got your text. I miss you too. So, I decided to call you. So are you leaving soon?” Lizzie can’t stop smiling while she talks to you.

“Uh yeah, pretty soon. I just got my bill. Are you still having lunch with your best friend? Where are you now?” you ask curiously. You start to calm down from your sudden nervousness.

“Aaw, you are leaving? I think it would be a great idea if you stay a little longer.” She ignores your question yet pitches out an idea that caught you in confusion.

Of course you asked “And why is that?” followed by a little laugh. All you can think is how cute she sounds. You always think that she is cute but to think that her voice melts your heart this easily? No, you never thought of that. Or perhaps you fell for her, so hard.

“Because I’m right here.” She answers enthusiastically. Lizzie tries to take her exhilaration down a notch to avoid attention from people surroundings.

“Wait, what? You–you are here? What did you—” you stop your words as soon as you feel a presence in front of you. From the corner of your eyes, you can see someone standing and you quickly look up to see who it is. “---mean?” you finally finished the word you were gonna say in a very low voice. You felt like you just got struck by lightning. Your eyes refuse to blink, your mouth is slightly open. You are stunned, or you can even say that you are frozen like an ice sculpture. You are shocked and confused why in the world the most beautiful woman, the woman you idolized so much, is standing right in front of you, smiling and her green eyes sparkling in happiness looking at you.

“Uh–I–uh-W-wait–Liz..hold on..Lizzie Olsen is standing right in front of me and you just told me that you are here. So..does it mean–” you stupidly still hold your phone against your ear and talk on the phone.

Lizzie lets out a cute laugh and thinks how cute you look. “Hello, I really love your writing." She intentionally said the same exact words with her first message to you through the phone.

Her intention to prove to you that the Liz who you have been talking to this whole time and her are the same person worked. You swiftly connect the dots and are convinced by the truth. “Oh…OH!!! Oh my god! Liz? Lizzie? I have been talking to you this whole time?” You yell in a whisper, trying to suppress your popping elations. Your skin slowly turns red.

She laughs a little louder at your reaction but she tries to calm you down as she leans to you a little and whisper “Y/n, shusshh. We wouldn’t want to attract more attention than we already have right now.” She puts her index finger on her smiling lips.

“Oh, yeah yeah. Sorry.” you take a deep breath and exhale them out. “Okay, okay. I’m good.. I–I’m good. Uh–” you ramble.

“Can I join you?” she asks softly.

“Yes, of course. Please have a seat.”

"So this is the blind date we have been talking about?" The iconic laugh of hers follows right after her teasing question.

"Well, it's more surprising, unplanned and spontaneous than I thought it would be but y-yes of course! This is it.. this the blind date." You awkwardly yet subtly try to fix your look in front of her.

Oh that smile, those green eyes and even her perfume have successfully turn your brain into a mush.

You are hypnotized by the ethereal views in front of you and you are lost in your thoughts. You still can’t believe you have been talking to her this whole time, romantically to each other. The one and only gorgeous Elizabeth Olsen has been telling you that she loves everything you write and everything about you.

Both of you have been the biggest fans to each other this whole time and nothing can beat that.

A/n: Welp, that's it for today. Let me know what you think and I hope you like it. Reblog and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more. See you in next!

Cheerio!

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[rems-writing]

Punk Jongho headcanon

》 Pairing: punk!Jongho × sweetheart!reader

》 Genre/AU: angst/high school AU

》 Wordcount: 2,600 words

》 Rating: nc-17

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Ok so like I originally had a plot for this. However, it didn't sound good when I laid out the draft in my head so I scrapped it. Here's this instead. :3 btw, there is mention of Stray Kids in here but this is mainly an Ateez fic. This does not define the band in any shape or form. This is merely a made up story.

-> Choi Jongho is the youngest of Ateez, a group of misfits dedicated to making sure they live their lives outside of normal standards. 

-> punk!Jongho, who has been called many names (i.e. trash, weirdo, freak, etc.) by so many students, yet he brushes them off without a single glance. 

-> punk!Jongho, who gets ‘bullied’ by the preppy student body. What were their names? Scattered Orphans? No wait. They’re called Stray Kids. 

-> punk!Jongho, who’s usually the main target of Hyunjin, Jisung (Han), Yongbok (Felix), and Seungmin. 

-> punk!Jongho, who’s the most inked up out of everyone in Ateez yet he hides it underneath the number of layers he wears. 

-> punk!Jongho, who has two sleeves and a collarbone tat. He left his legs alone since he doesn’t feel like getting inked up all over his body. 

-> punk!Jongho, who always smokes outside the school building during lunch and usually gets away with it. If he was ever caught, he’d use his suave demeanor and charm to get  out of detention or community service. 

-> punk!Jongho, who’s always late to his classes. 

“What matters is that I showed up. I could’ve slept in more, but I decided to grace ya’ll with my face.”

-> punk!Jongho, who smirks upon hearing the snickers of his peers and the raucous laughter of his friends after making that snarky remark. 

-> punk!Jongho, who makes his way towards his designated seat, which was all the way in the back.

-> punk!Jongho, who always places his feet up on his desk and rolls his eyes at any goody two-shoes student who tries to tell him to take his feet off the table. 

“And what will you do? Suspend me?”

-> punk!Jongho, who grins in satisfaction upon seeing the student shrink in fear before turning to face the teacher so they can listen to the lecture.

-> punk!Jongho, who never smiles. Ever. 

-> punk!Jongho, who is the first to leave the class once it’s over, bumping into students unapologetically as he brushes past them. 

-> punk!Jongho, who was about to sneak outside so he could smoke when he bumped into you. 

-> punk!Jongho, who was about to roll his eyes and give you a piece of his mind when he heard you speak. 

“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I’m usually not this clumsy, but today seems like the day!”

-> punk!Jongho, who feels his heartbeat rapidly as you stand up fully and fix your hair so he could get a good look at your face. 

-> punk!Jongho, who usually never apologizes, but soon heard himself sincerely say sorry to you. 

-> “It’s ok. If anything, I’m the one that should be sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

-> punk!Jongho, whose voice was softer than usual. He was afraid you’d find the gruffness and scratchiness of his usual tone off-putting. 

-> punk!Jongho, who listened to you forgive him before sticking out your hand. 

“I’m Han Y/N. Pleased to meet you!”

-> punk!Jongho, who almost reeled back in shock as he slowly raised his hand so he could shake yours. 

‘This angel is related to that dickhead? The fuck?’

-> punk!Jongho, who was slightly afraid that his impressive hand strength would hurt your delicate hands. He would hate to injure such a beautiful person like you. 

-> punk!Jongho, who felt a bit sad when you let go. He wanted to know what it was like to hold your hand for a long period of time. 

-> punk!Jongho, who was about to speak up when Jisung showed up. 

“There you are! Was he harassing you?”

-> punk!Jongho, who was about to roll his eyes when he heard you speak to Jisung in a different tone of voice. 

“You always assume the worst, you brat! I am literally 12 minutes older than you!”

-> punk!Jongho, who was impressed with the amount of spunk you had in you, yet he didn’t show it. You definitely weren’t the average ditzy girl he would often run into. 

-> punk!Jongho, who let out a small laugh when he saw you pinch Jisung’s ear and drag him down the hall so you could meet up with the rest of Stray Kids. 

-> punk!Jongho, who found himself talking about you to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, the mom and dad of the group. He knew that if he told the rest of his friends, he would end up either getting teased or roped into a bet that would involve sleeping with you. He may be a misfit, but he respected women. He would tell San, but he would end up getting teased by his brother. How is it that he’s older and yet he’s a lot more childish than the actual child of the group?

-> punk!Jongho, who was surprised to hear the never-ending support from Matz rather than warnings to stay away from you since you were technically associated with Stray Kids. 

“I have a feeling that this one might be the exception. They weren’t repulsed by you nor did they put up with Jisung’s bullshit.” Seonghwa stated. 

“Continue being yourself. If you need guidance, I can help you.” Hongjoong offered. 

-> punk!Jongho, who smiled for the very first time. Matz found the sight endearing. 

-> punk!Jongho, who went home with San with a pep in his step, feeling like a lovesick fool. 

-> punk!Jongho, who did everything in his power to woo you and make you his.

-> punk!Jongho, who smiled at everything you did. From the way you spoke softly to the way you would adjust your glasses every time they were slipping. 

-> punk!Jongho, who couldn’t help but reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and smirked at the way you blushed upon feeling his touch. After all, you had a certain… affinity for his hands. 

-> punk!Jongho, who enjoyed the way your eyes lit up in astonishment as you watched him break an apple with his bare hands easily. 

“If you had tattoos on your hands, it would make the sight even hotter.”

-> punk!Jongho, who couldn’t help but laugh at the way you said that out loud before realizing what you had done and tried to hide away from him due to the embarrassment you felt. 

“Relax, honey. I’m just teasing you. Come on. Show me that smile.”

-> punk!Jongho, who pretended to be hurt when you smacked his shoulder after he said that. 

“It’s not funny, Jjong!”

“Oh but it is. Now come here.”

-> punk!Jongho, who placed his hands on your sides and started wiggling his fingers so he could tickle you. 

-> punk!Jongho, whose heart was beating rapidly at the sound of your melodious laughter. It was music to his ears. 

“Ok ok! You can stop now!”

punk!Jongho, who felt victorious as he saw you smiling widely at him whilst you were calming yourself down. 

punk!Jongho, who felt a disturbance in the calm environment surrounding when he heard Hyunjin’s voice. 

-> “There you are my little pearl! I was getting so worried about you!”

punk!Jongho, who saw you tense up and put a tight smile on your face to hide the cringe that was simmering inside you. 

“Hyunjin, I don’t think she likes that.”

-> “What does it matter to you, Choi? They’re my partner so I get to call them whatever I want! Right, my pearl?” 

-> punk!Jongho, who was filled with dread when he saw Hyunjin lean in to kiss you. The dread was momentarily gone when he saw you turn your head so his lips landed on your cheek. The dread came back, and it brought jealousy with it. Misplaced jealousy that is. Or was it really misplaced when Jongho couldn’t help his newfound feelings towards you? 

“Come on. We’re meeting up with our book club today. Don’t lollygag around this miscreant here.”

-> punk!Jongho, who felt helpless and heartbroken as he saw you gather your things and walk off with Hyunjin, who immediately placed his hand on your butt and squeezed it tightly. His jealousy turned into rage, and he tried to breathe in and out slowly just like you taught him (he told you he had anger issues, and you helped him out with that), but he couldn’t. 

-> punk!Jongho, who punched the tree next to him and breathed heavily. He felt no pain, nor did he feel the splinters digging into his skin. 

“FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT?!” Jongho yelled at a group of kids passing by. Poor kids. 

-> punk!Jongho, who resisted heavily on taking out a pack of cigarettes so he could smoke his stress away. When he told you about that, you immediately lectured him. Normally, he’d brush it off. However, he found himself listening to you and even asked you how he could quit. One of the ways he could start was with a nicotine patch. He was wearing one right now. 

-> punk!Jongho, who stomped his way back to the apartment he shared with his friends.

-> punk!Jongho, who told everyone to fuck off when they saw him seething with anger.

-> punk!Jongho, who was pacing back and forth in his shared room with Hongjoong and Wooyoung before sitting down on the edge of his bed and putting his face in his hands. 

“Jongho? Is everything ok?”

-> punk!Jongho, who looked up to see San with a concerned look on his face. Since Matz was out doing grocery shopping, he had no choice but to confide in him. After all, they were both raised to never keep secrets from each other. 

-> punk!Jongho, who soon started venting about how his feelings for you were beyond friendship and how he wanted to throttle Hyunjin with his bare hands when he witnessed him make you uncomfortable. 

-> punk!Jongho, who saw his brother’s eyes soften with empathy, which prompted him to speak more.

“Sannie, I… I think I might be in love with them.”

“Not might, Jjong. You are.”

“But what can I do?! I don’t know if they feel the same way! I just… I never felt this way before and I’m scared that I might fuck up!”

San felt his heart break at the sight of his baby brother stuttering over his words and feeling so small and helpless. Usually, he’s the most mature out of the group. But now? He’s a lost little boy trying to navigate through his way as his feelings grow. 

“We will figure something out. Ok?”

-> punk!Jongho, who nodded upon hearing San’s reassuring words and hugged him tightly. The Chois were huge, so the embrace was a bit awkward due to the amount of muscle they both had. 

-> punk!Jongho, who spent the rest of the night playing video games with Yunho and Yeosang until he heard the front door open. 

-> punk!Jongho, who whipped his head around quickly upon hearing your voice. When the fuck did you arrive?! Not that he was complaining, but he had a feeling you were here to explain some things. 

-> punk!Jongho, who told Yunho to pause the game before springing up from his seat and running towards where you were. 

-> punk!Jongho, whose eyes widened when he saw the tears in your own eyes as you were being comforted by Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and… 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Seo Changbin?”

-> punk!Jongho, who listened attentively as you explained that you were the one that asked him to bring you here since he knew Wooyoung, which was true. After all, Changbin used to be a part of Ateez once upon a time. Despite him being kicked out of the group, he was still best friends with Wooyoung. Ateez couldn’t find it within themselves to split up a childhood friendship. So they let them be. On the condition that it remains a secret. And it was still a secret to this day. 

-> punk!Jongho, who clenched his fist tightly as you kept explaining some more. According to you, you were most definitely not dating Hyunjin and you fought with said boy about the scene that he pulled, which led to his poor excuse being that he was trying to protect you (he wasn’t) from Jongho. 

-> punk!Jongho, who tried not to break the countertop in half when you stated that Stray Kids kicked you out of their group and told you that you are no longer welcome to be with them. But Jongho wasn’t upset with that. He was more upset over Jisung not standing up for you when Christopher (Bang Chan) decided that since you’re the so-called ‘guardian of the clowns’ (a completely stupid name), you’d walk with their circus. 

-> punk!Jongho, who felt your hand cover his and rub your thumb over his bandaged knuckles so he could relax. 

“I’m sorry, honey. I knew they were all douchebags, but I didn’t think your own brother had his head so far up his ass that he would just let you be kicked out like that.”

“It’s ok, Jjongie. I’ll be ok. Besides, with them off my back, I get to finally spend time around the rest of the guys. More importantly, my favorite teddy bear.”

-> punk!Jongho, who felt flustered upon hearing the two nicknames you gave him. Oh he was definitely in for a lot more teasing tomorrow morning.

-> punk!Jongho, who was more than happy to have you stay here within the ATZ condo. On the condition that Wooyoung moves in with Yunho and Yeosang since he trusts Hongjoong enough to be platonic and polite towards you. Wooyoung can too! He just… prefers not to. The last thing Jongho needed was for this rabid barking boy to flirt with you constantly. That would make his blood pressure skyrocket. 

-> punk!Jongho, who settled into living with you easily. Meaning he could hit on you and make you flustered with simple touches or sensual words in your ears every chance he gets. 

-> punk!Jongho, who finally asks you out and you were more than happy to accept his proposal since you felt the same way. 

-> punk!Jongho, who saw you change drastically. In terms of outfits and aesthetics. Gone were the sundresses, bows in your tied up and overly sprayed hair, and flats that you’d come into school with. The sundresses were replaced with cropped band tees and plaid skirts or leather skirts, your hair was let down and had a wolf cut (Jongho definitely didn’t pop a boner upon seeing your new look), and your flats were replaced with either Vans, Converse, or combat boots. 

-> punk!Jongho, who saw you sport a belly button piercing (ok so maybe he did pop a boner when he saw that), a body chain, many rings, and your first ever tattoo. 

-> punk!Jongho, who felt his heart swell with so much love when he saw that your first tattoo was of his initials and the date you became romantic partners over a lotus flower surrounded by thorns. 

-> punk!Jongho, who decided to show off his own tattoos, including a new one on his right hand. The new tat he sported was your initials. 

-> punk!Jongho, who never failed to make sure to use his hands so he could pleasure you and make sure that you were his and his only. 

-> punk!Jongho, who would use his hands in so many ways. From tucking your hair behind your ears to gripping your hips as he fucked you either against a wall or into the mattress. 

-> punk!Jongho, who would use those same hands to beat up Hyunjin. After all, no one hurts his partner. Ever. 

[jnkgrnde]

— ms. clumsy

pairings : shuri x black!reader

warnings : gets a lil suggestive, terribly corny 😕

summary : shuri has a huge crush on the reader, and it’s blatantly obvious. one example of this is how clumsy and flustered she gets whenever you walk into the room. this is based off a post i saw comparing shuri and the reader to naveen and tiana from the princess and the frog, where naveen was able to flirt with any and everyone with ease but when it came to tiana, he choked up.

“whatcha workin’ on, ms. udaku?” was the sentence that made shuri jump and almost drop her tool. she turned around to find you standing behind her with your hands behind your back. “just- uh- just working on okoye’s midnight angel suit.”

it didn’t take long for you to notice her clumsiness whenever you were around. you noticed the signs a long time ago; the stuttering, the flushed look on her face, her eyes dilating just a little whenever she looked at you.

you knew shuri udaku had a crush on you, and you didn’t mind not one bit because you felt the exact same way.

you let out a giggle at her being so nervous. it was cute to watch, having someone that held so much confidence and have so many girls buckle their knees be so flustered around lil’ ol’ you.

“can i watch?” you asked sweetly. shuri didn’t stop to think about the consequences of this, she just didn’t want you to leave. “of- of course” she looked around and saw that there wasn’t anywhere for you to sit. “i’ll pull up a chair for you.”“oh, you don’t have to do that. i got it.”

shuri looked up at you with her eyebrows raised slightly. you’d heard about t’challa and nakia, the way he would freeze whenever he was around her. is this what they meant? because shuri looked like an antelope in headlights.

she stood there, rendered speechless. “shuri?” you spoke softly. saying her name seemed to do it, because she came back to reality, blinking and blushing.

you gave a sweet, sweet smile and touched her arm gently. “you’re cute when you’re flustered, ms. udaku.” you told her, going to grab a chair. shuri watched you get the chair while she prayed and prayed you couldn’t hear her heartbeat, because it was just about to come out of her chest and run to you with no hesitation.

you watched shuri intently as she worked, asking questions here and there. it was another thing you noticed; her loss of focus. your knee touched hers and it was like she was frozen. before you made yourself known, you watched her work diligently all focus on the midnight angel suit. her fingers worked like you’ve never seen before, perfecting the machinery.

it was another thing you loved about shuri.

beside you, shuri was a fumbling mess.

every time you asked a question, she’d answer with a stutter and would refuse to look at you in the eye in fear that you were too close, and one thing would lead to another..

“so,” she finally breathed out, “why did you come down here?” it was the first time since you sat down with her that she looked up at you, and her heart almost stopped.

you were so close. and you looked so pretty. shuri’s eyes trailed down to your glossed over lips — they looked so inviting, just waiting to put hers on them.

her breathing picked up and it didn’t go unnoticed by you. your heart rate picked up and shuri could hear it. you had to stop yourself from kissing her, stop yourself from just holding her perfectly sculpted jaw and putting your lips on hers.

“i just..” you barely whispered, “i wanted to see my favorite girl.” you moved your eyes up to the scientist. your body started moving on it’s own, hand going to touch shuri’s face but you hesitated. “i’m your favorite girl?” she repeated quietly. “‘course you are.”

it was silent, only the sound of breathing filled the space. then, shuri did something that surprised the both of you — she kissed you first. your eyebrows shot up in shock, but you quickly reciprocated the thing you craved most. butterflies erupted in your stomach, and it felt like bells were going off. your heart pounded in your chest, as did shuri’s.

you smiled into the kiss and your heart filled with joy and contentment as you did. heavy breathing started, and hands flew to wherever they desired; shuri’s to your waist, yours to her face. hearts were poured into the kiss along with long months of yearning. she handled you so gently, so delicately as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

it was a while before you two finally separated for air. shuri was sure she had hearts in her eyes as she looked at you. your lips were kiss swollen, eyes blown wide and a stupid smile on your face. shuri slowly formed a smile herself.

“can’t believe you made the first move, udaku.”

[thefoolishone666]

Kickin Chicken once said

@hiwelcometothemonstersancturary gave me the go to do this, which is mistake one for them, so here is my go at giving them what they encouraged while I pray it works well. And if not...well I at least tried.

* (Refering to Bobby) She is called Captain Heartbeat cause she will squeeze love out of your heart...and blood, but mostly love.

* (After speaking pr-bt for a 2 minutes) You ever forget your first language?

* Mods, take their swimming privileges away and put them in the pool.

* I would go evil, but I am going to follow dad's steps of being good...plus I saw they went shoe shopping so...

* What do you mean I can't seduce myself!?

* (Loud thud off Camera) PERCEPÇÃO DE PROFUNDIDADE!

* Our ship has a pool, an omelet bar, tons of rooms for you to sleep in, one would say that is a cruise, to which I say, fair, but have you seen the plank, cause I am about to get you real familiar with it.

* I heard some demons were touched starved. I got more than enough buckshot to help with that.

* Bubba, reading chat: "Kickin isn't the sharpest knife in the group," Well that is rude...

Kickin: I did eat packing peanuts when I was younger to be fair.

Everyone in room:

Kickin:...Wait is this new information for you?

Everyone: YES!?

* Wonder how many people come on to see me stream thinking "Oh hey, the voice actor for Kickin does streaming," or "Hey is this the official channel for the Smiling Critters show?" And they just come in on me saying something like, "I HAVE BUILT A TO SCALE JOLLY ROGER WITH POPSICLE STICKS!"

* Hey Theo, it's you! (Gets empty bottle thrown at head) Ow.

* White is the color of evil, cause nothing exists in it! Delight taught me that!

* I would cry, but I am too dehydrated to do such a thing. (Goes to drink some water, pauses, puts water bottle back down)

* It is always funny to see people react to my complete indifference to horrible stuff.

* I needed to find a way to get a gambling addiction, so I thought space could have the answer.

* (Seeing Bubba being affected by the blue screen) Bubba, I know you always wanted to become the one thing I love, but this is ridiculous!

* I am just saying revenge is amazing, ok? Yeah, you gain a tremendous amount of regret sometimes, but it is amazing.

* Cool motive bro, still murder!

* (In response to Angel giving them food) It hasn't been that long since I started streaming, it has only been...5 hours...

* This is my favorite bird. (Holds up middle finger before pointing to self) It is the chicken.

* (Wearing VR) The future is today!...I might need it adjusted though.

* Does dying take away time away from my vacation days?

* IT IS ALL A CONSPIRACY TO END ME! IF NO ONE EVER HEARS FROM ME AGAIN, IT IS CAUSE THEY KILLED ME, CHOPPED ME UP, AND FED ME TO THE WOLVES DANG IT!

* Fursuits are getting so good you can now subject yourself to your own form of trauma to fuse into it. Brought to you by Playtime.

* I have seen the internet and honestly, have seen worse. Which is saying alot.

* (Looks at Candy Cat in his lap before looking at camera)...Help. me.

* Theo: You finally did it! Did it help when you imagined it was me you were fighting?

Kickin: Not at all...worked when it was Dogday though.

Dogday: WHAT DID I DO?

Kickin: Hell if I know. As long as it works though.

* (Playing I Expect You to Die, dies trying to do an action pose)...(Starts singing the James Bond theme notes)

* (Reacting to "Unnecessary Feelings") Bubba, I was promised a crime drama, not a reminder that no one in this house knows how to feeling well, including us!

* I would boop you, but I don't want a pirate hook this early in my character development.

* William then preceded to commit several hours of joy, on at least an entire classroom of kids to learn why death does.

* You can have one hit Hoppy...Ah não, ela tem uma cadeira!

* Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I am just going to turn into a nuke to fall on you.

* (Stares at camera while winding music box)

* Chica, you wouldn't hurt your brother, would you? Or would you want me to be you and Foxy's kid, whichever makes you more merciful on me.

* I am here to break the stereotype that parrots can only be pirates and no other reasons at all.

* (Refering to how much money he has in game) $60!? I can finally afford 1 AAA video game! (Pulls up Balan Wonderworld steam page) I am going to buy this one guys!

* Kickin, coming into Crafty's stream: You mind if I borrow a picture.

Crafty: Uh sure...Why?

Kickin, taking one of the monsters: A reminder.

Crafty: A reminder of what?

Kickin: Of who in this family is an actual threat. (Leaves without elaboration)

* Don't make fun of me, I will cry will I beat you up.

* We don't even own a game cube, I just want to find a copy of Skies of Arcadia to display.

* When you get into a certain mindset for so long, it is so jarring to have to go into a different line of think, like you just suddenly ask, "Wait I don't have to ration this sandwich for the entire year?"

* WHY DID I LET THEO TALK ME INTO PLAYING THIS!?

* I am still surprised I recovered so well from all of that.

* What would the others do without me? Minus not having a heart attack everyday.

* I SURVIVED THAT FACTORY FOR OVER 10 YEARS, I WILL NOT LET A SLIDING PUZZLE DEFEAT ME!

* Have good night everyone! I don't remember how I end these...I will make you walk the plank! No, that is not it...

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Set Heaven on Fire

Wake Up, Chapter 7

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: In an attempt to stop the advances of an unwanted suitor, Matt Murdock accidentally condemns you to being his fake girlfriend.

warnings: implied non-con/sexual assault, misogynistic language, swearing, angst

a/n: I feel really unsure about this chapter so PLEASE like, comment, and/or reblog to tell me you like it! Some angst (before the hurt) before the fluff. 

w/c: 3.3k

A heather gray pea coat passed through your peripheral vision and the sight, combined with the wafts of that deep sticky cologne, made you catch your breath. 

Told you that I’d come for you, Princess. 

Eyes darting around wildly, you meekly shuffled forward in line, inching closer to the hotel employee who looked as frantic as you felt. Breathing as deeply as you could, you tried to calm your stuttering heart. Why did I ever agree to this?? What if he’s here?

You and Matt were currently checking in at the venue of the annual Criminal Law Conference. A conference that you normally wouldn’t attend—especially since you were approaching a year as volunteer coordinator and thus the anniversary of the internal investigation that had ended so poorly—but this event was a rather intimate affair and attendees were encouraged to bring their partners. Matt had practically begged you to come, and you were not immune to his signature puppy dog eyes. According to him and Foggy, there were educational sessions and discussion forums during the day, but prestigious networking events at night—similar to the gala you'd attended together so long ago. You couldn’t help but shudder at the memory of that dreadful night.  

Two strong arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you into a solid chest. With a small squeak, you allowed yourself to fall against the warm body behind you.

“Breathe, sweet girl.” The deep rumble spilled from Matthew Murdock’s lips, giving you a point of focus. You dutifully obeyed his instructions, inhaling a strong breath and letting it out slowly. 

“That’s my good girl,” Matt purred, warming your body with his subtle flirt. “What’s got you so worked up, angel?” You could feel the eyes of the other attorneys in line falling on the pair of you. 

“Dunno.” You murmured in response, shifting in his arms so you could bury your face in his neck to hide from the crowd’s collective gaze. “I just…thought I saw someone.” 

“Snyder?” Matt’s brow pinched as he took his focus off of you for a moment to search for any sign of the crone. 

“Uh, yah.” You whispered, but your heartbeat stumbled. Why were you lying? Who had you thought you’d seen? Was it just a cover because he was the one making you nervous? Oh god, he was totally making you nervous. 

“The line is moving again.” Your quiet, anxious voice cascaded over him once more and he decided to drop the inquiry, for now. You didn’t seem to be in a great headspace for an interrogation. 

“Thanks, angel. Guide me?” He gave a pronounced pout, coupled with his aforementioned puppy dog eyes, hoping the expression would lighten your mood. It seemed to work marginally as he heard the small smile in your sweet voice as you spoke again. 

“Always, love.” You carefully untangled yourself from his grasp, sliding his left hand to the crook of your right elbow. The two of you moved forward with the crowd, your place in line just shy of the front desk at this point. 

“412, 414, 416. We’re in this room here. Hold my bag for a second?” You waited for Matt’s nod before handing over your suitcase so that you could insert the key card in the door. 

Once inside, and away from the prying eyes of your colleagues, you felt the tension seep out of your body. Matt’s hand slipped from your arm, making you frown. He walked into the room ahead of you. 

“Sorry for all the PDA back there, everyone was looking so I…” His voice was soft, almost nervous. 

Sitting on the bed, he removed his glasses and nervously rubbed at his face. 

“That’s not what made me anxious, Matty. I promise.” You plopped down next to him, leaning onto his shoulder. With one hand on the small of his back, you nudged his chin with a single finger so that your foreheads could rest against each other.

“You’re sure?” The undercurrent of fear in his tone didn’t go unnoticed. Matt’s self-doubt didn’t rear its head often around you at the beginning of your pretend relationship, but, as he began to trust you implicitly, he couldn’t quite keep his personal demons at bay. Thankfully, you were more than willing to reassure him when his worries surfaced. 

“Absolutely certain, darling. You know that I get stressed in crowds. Besides, I could never complain about being held by the Matthew Murdock. Do you know how many women would kill for that opportunity?” You poked his cheek, making him smile. 

The lawyer blushed, ducking his head with a small grin. You grinned at him in return. “It’s true. They’re practically lining up just to catch a meager glance from you.” 

Matt snickered. “I don’t know about lining up…”

You looked at him, face softening. “I’m very lucky to have a fake boyfriend like you, darling. I think about that a lot.” Your heart rate picked up as Matt moved closer. 

“You think about me a lot?” Matt’s eyes were dancing with heated mirth and it sent a jolt straight to your core. 

Heat rose in your face as Matt pressed in closer to you, slowly pushing you onto your back and boxing you in with his huge arms. 

“So what if I do, Matty?” Biting your lip, you internally cringed at how wobbly your attempted flirt sounded. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetness.” Matt rolled off of you, frowning, settling on his side next to you. Your heart fell as he distanced himself, as if you’d expected him to tear you apart right there on that bed. 

Recovering your dignity as well as you could, you nestled yourself against the pillows with a sigh. “Speaking of me being shy, could we, um, talk about something later? About us?” 

As if a switch had been flipped, Matt’s body stiffened next to you, his blank eyes growing wide and his demeanor becoming gruff. “Can it wait until after tonight?”

Your heart sank at his reaction. “Of-of course, Matty. How long until I have to put my game face on?”

“Well, there’s a social thing in a couple hours or so, but we do not need to stay long.” Matt’s voice was almost…stern?

Something about his new mood set you on edge. You’d been trying to be more physically affectionate with him in place of outright confessing your feelings. (Every time you thought about admitting how much you liked him, your throat felt like it was closing up, so you had avoided the topic until this moment.) 

Had you been making Matt uncomfortable? Since you’d gotten here, he just seemed…off. The brief flirting session had indicated to you that it was just nerves because of his peers, but now you weren’t so sure. You shuffled around on the bed uneasily, deciding on your next move. 

“Oh, ok. I’ll get ready then.” Your voice was timid as you slid off the bed. Padding into the pristine bathroom, you turned the shower on before letting your eyes fill with tears. He doesn’t want you. He never will. 

Matt’s chest clenched as he smelled salt on the stale air of the hotel room. You were crying in the bathroom, barely 10 feet away from him and yet he was entirely powerless. The sound of your heart rate rising as your body exuded anxiety taunted him relentlessly. 

After talking with Foggy and Karen a few weeks ago, he’d been trying to muster up the courage to ask you out properly. Until today, he’d even had hope that you’d be excited to be in a more legitimate relationship with him—clearly his friends were mistaken. His presence did nothing but drive your vitals through the roof but he wasn’t willing to let you go just yet. 

He’d tried to find the spark that had been there during your first kiss a few weeks ago, but the shakiness in your sweet little voice clearly signaled fear. You didn’t want to do this with him anymore. 

That was what you’d wanted to talk to him about, right? It had to be. “About us?” Your soft wavering voice had crushed him. He’d been waiting for this specific shoe to drop for weeks, but the waves of shock and hurt hit him like a bus anyway. 

Emotion welled up in his throat and he swallowed painfully, trying to hold back the roiling storm in his chest. It was cruel to keep you here with him if you didn’t want to be. Tonight, he’d set you free. 

Fidgeting with the strands of your wet hair, you let out a sigh. Your eyes were bloodshot to the point that you were concerned makeup wouldn’t be able to hide the fact that you’d been crying. An anxiety-inducing cherry on top of the shitty day you’d ended up having. 

A quiet knock on the door drew a small squeak out of you. “Yah?” 

“Hey, uh, you don’t need to come tonight, sweetness. You’ve done enough. Don’t want to force you.” 

Tilting your head in confusion, you peeled the door open to reveal a formally dressed Matt, glasses obscuring his stony gaze. 

“You…you don’t want me to come?” You whispered, throat closing up while your heart pounded. 

“It’s not that I don’t want you there, I just—“

“Did I do something wrong?” You desperately searched Matt’s face for any indicator that he was lying, his sweet self trying to spare you anxiety or something. 

“No, of course not, I didn’t mean—“ 

“Then what did you mean, Matt? I must’ve done something, you’re clearly upset!” You were almost angry now. After everything the two of you had been through and suddenly you having feelings was a deal breaker? Like you just couldn’t help yourself around him anymore?

“You just don’t need to be there, so I’m not going to force you—“

“Force me? Where is this coming from, Matt? Is this because of what I said earlier? About wanting to talk? Because we don’t have to, we can just—“

“Just what, keep pretending to be in love with each other? Kissing and holding hands and bantering like one of us isn’t going to get attached? That’s not fair to either of us.” Matt was yelling now, fists clenched. 

“I—I didn’t know you felt this way about someone getting attached. I wouldn’t have said anything, I—“

“Yeah because that would’ve solved everything, right? Just lying to my face until I didn’t need you anymore?” Jaw set with rage, you realized you weren’t looking at Matt Murdock, but the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

“Matt—“ You tried to reason with the raging force in front of you, but he was having none of it. 

“Go home,” Matt growled your name in a way that made you flinch. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come. I’m sorry.” With one last angry murmur, he straightened his tie and disappeared through the room’s door, leaving you to crumble to the floor with a new flow of sobs. How had tonight unraveled so quickly? 

Breathing eventually falling into a controllable rhythm, you hastily wiped at your face and set off on wobbly legs to grab your suitcase. Shooting a text to Marci to let her know that you had tried to confess your feelings and it ended up being a huge mistake, you steeled yourself before turning your back on the room you’d planned on sharing with the man you had feelings for. 

Whipping open the door, you kept your head down and took a step toward the elevators, running head first into Beatrice Snyder. 

Matt’s jaw was painfully clenched by the time he reached the ballroom. He’d commit a litany of sins in his life, but there was no doubt in his mind that he would be damned for what he did to you tonight. While it was not your fault that you didn’t return his feelings, his hurt quickly turned to anger. 

Anger was familiar. Anger was safe. Rejection wasn’t. 

Stepping over to the bar, he failed to return the bartender’s smile and polite tone. “Whiskey, double.” 

Downing the glass the moment it was set in front of him, he slammed it back to the bar top. “Refill.” Then, remembering his manners, “Please.” 

Feeling a presence over his shoulder, he cursed his cruel God for letting Foggy find him before he was sufficiently wasted. 

“Going a little hard for a work event, eh Murdock?” Foggy’s chuckle was humorless and a bit nervous as he gave his friend a once-over. “Where’s your better half?” 

“Gone. Sent her home.” Matt downed the second glass of liquor, refusing to let down his guard again tonight. 

“And as obvious as it is that you’re having a great time on your own, why, pray tell, did you do that?” Foggy’s tone was level, but Matt could hear his frustration simmering beneath the surface. 

“She knows, Fog. I don’t know how but she knows that I like her. And she doesn’t feel the same way. So I didn’t see the point of fooling myself any longer. It wasn’t fair to her.” 

“Matt, bud—“ Foggy reached for Matt’s arm but he jerked away from the offered touch. 

“What, Fog? Can you honestly tell me that any of this has been kind to her? I know you expected this to become real at some point, but clearly that’s not going to happen. I think we both just need some time.” The thought of being apart from you was excruciating, but he’d dug this grave himself. 

“Did she say that? Matt, what on earth—“ Foggy was clearly about to chew him out, but someone else beat him to it. 

“Murdock, I have a bone to pick with you!” Marci’s voice was angry and loud, sending a spike of pain through Matt’s pounding eardrums. 

“Babe, maybe it’s best if we—“ Foggy placated, his hands raised in surrender and Marci stormed towards the bar. 

“Save it, Foggy Bear. Matthew Motherfucking Murdock what the fuck did you do?” A well-manicured hand shoved Matt’s chest and, while he would’ve been able to stop it, he took the punishment in stride. It was nowhere close to what he deserved. 

“You’re going to need to be more specific.” Matt remarked drily. 

“Oh, spare me your attitude. You seriously blew up on her because she likes you? How goddamn childish. After everything she’s done for you—“ 

“Wait, what?” Matt and Foggy spoke in unison, brows furrowing in tandem. 

“Let’s drop the innocent act, ok, it’s not a good look. If you didn’t feel the same way, you could have let her down easy instead of blowing up on her and leaving her alone.” Marci rolled her eyes, waving down the bartender. 

“I didn’t—“ Matt’s chest felt tight. It wasn’t possible, you’d seemed so nervous around him. You’d lied to him about the reason. 

“Marce, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. Matt, care to shed some light on that?” Crossing his arms, Foggy turned back to his legal partner with a raised brow. 

“I—I thought she was tired of pretending. She said she wanted to talk and she’s been jumpy all day, I assumed she wanted to ‘break up’” Matt didn’t realize how pathetic that explanation was until saying it out loud. 

“Oh my god, you kicked her out and you didn’t even know what she wanted to talk about!? Murdock of all the idiots—“ Foggy was overtly upset now, anger bleeding into his words. 

“I know, Fog. I fucked up. Shit, I have to go find her.” Dread was washing over his body like sub zero water. What the fuck had he done. 

“Yah, man. You do. And I’d hurry.” 

Matt clasped Foggy’s shoulder, making a beeline for the exit. 

Beatrice Snyder smiled at you like a feral cat snarling at its prey. Your name rolled off her tongue like a drop of poison onto your skin. 

“So nice to see you again, dear. Where’s your handsome boyfriend?” 

“Do-downstairs.”

“And you’re leaving without him? Aw, you poor thing. What happened, did the two of you have a lover’s quarrel? Don’t tell me you broke up!” Her manicured hand fell over her heart in a gesture of mock horror. 

“No, he just—“ You started. 

“No need to explain yourself to me, dear,” The cruel woman  spat the term of endearment at you. “You've clearly been through enough already.” Her eyes hardened with judgement. 

A deep voice cleared their throat behind you and all of the hair on your neck stood up. 

Notes of tobacco and bourbon mingled poorly on the air around you, accelerating your nausea. Please do not let this be happening. Please, someone, anyone don’t let it be him. 

“Ah, yes. How rude of me. I should introduce you to the new associate attorney at HCB: James Lannister.” Snyder bared her fangs at you again, gesturing to a force behind you. 

You were going to be sick. The walls were closing in around you. Your body froze, petrified with horror as a gnarled hand crept over your shoulder. 

“It’s been too long, little Princess. You’ve looked better.” James Lannister strode around you, his piercing gray eyes lingering on your body, making your stomach churn. Your nightmares had immortalized him—with his greasy blond hair and broad, towering frame. His smile revealed inhumanly white teeth and a dangerous glint in his eyes. Your mouth felt like it was welded shut, your tongue a chunk of solid lead that was slowly choking you. “Nothing to say to me, huh? No apology?”

Fingers clenching around the handle of your suitcase, you took a step backwards in lieu of a response. Lannister’s wandering hands snatched your arm in a vice grip. “I think you and I need to have a little chat, Princess.” Snyder grinned as he began to drag you towards the stairwell, your suitcase falling to the carpet of the hallway with an inaudible thunk.

“Karma’s a bitch, dear. I’d better get downstairs, I’m sure Matthew would love to know what his sweet little thing is up to when he’s not around to keep her in line.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes again at the thought of poor Matt, who already hated you, being subjected to Snyder’s falsehoods. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just leave him alone!” Snyder ignored you as Lannister cackled. 

“Aw, the little whore found someone else she cares about, did she?” You were sobbing now, struggling against his humongous strength, weakly battering him with your fists as you tried to run after Snyder. “Shut up, you vile slut. She can’t help you. You’re my gift for joining the firm.” His rough fingertip traced a line over your jaw and you flinched backward as far as you could. 

Pulling your arm downwards as hard as you could, you broke free of his grip and stumbled back up the cement stairs, crying out as you rolled your ankle in your haste to escape. Throwing you down to the nearest landing, Lannister snarled. “That’s it, you little bitch.” Ripping a handgun from his back pocket, he pulled back the hammer and aimed at your pounding head. “Another peep out of you and you’ll never see him again. Get up.” 

The floor felt liquid beneath you as your unsteady legs found their way into a standing position. You raised your hands, terrified into submission once again. 

The pair of you made your way down to the ground level and out through a back door, where two other men dressed in suits were waiting. They grinned their sharp teeth at you, zip tying your hands together and stuffing a gag in your mouth. Hurling you into a waiting van, Lannister snickered. “Tonight I get pay back, Princess. It’ll be just like old times, you’ll see.” 

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[beansmack2021]

Scrambled Eggs [Winchester!Sis!]

TW: Mentions of death, child abandonment/neglect, basically Sam completely abandons the reader after Dean's death (ignoring canon quite a bit, mb)

Dean didn't know where he was. He'd walked half a mile in every direction to see if he could find anything that'd give him a clue about his location, but there was nothing. He didn't have his phone on him, probably directly related to the fact that he had to claw his way up from underground. Unless some sick bastard decided to bury him alive (unfortunately more likely in his field of work than you think), then he'd died. He'd died and his younger siblings were left to bury him.

He probably would've been burned, but Y/N/N and Sammy were probably holding onto the fact that he'd come back before, so maybe he would this time, too. Y/N... he had no clue how long he'd been gone. She was only 15 when he'd apparently gone belly-up, she could be in her early twenties by now. He had no way of knowing until he saw her for himself.

He'd been wandering around for probably an hour or two, and he'd finally decided to just start yelling. "Cas!" Nothing. He cupped his hands around his mouth as if that'd make him louder. "Cas!" Still, absolutely nothing. 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘊𝘢𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

As if that was all it took to summon the angel, a bright light appeared behind him and he turned to see Castiel, still clad in his brown trench-coat. "Dean." He seemed relieved, not hesitating to embrace him, even though Dean was covered in dirt and grime. Dean gave Cas a look that told him to give him nothing but the truth. "How long have I been gone?"

"Six months. It's October 14th, now." Dean nodded. He hadn't been gone too long. He briefly considered that he may or may not have missed his little sister's sixteenth birthday. "You wanna give me a lift home?" The angel grabbed his bicep and there was a flash of light before they were standing in the main entrance to the bunker.

"Y/N?" Cas called. "I'm in the kitchen! Dinner's almost done!" Dean quirked his brow, following the angel down the stairs. "Since when does she know how to cook?" Cas glanced at him, trying to steel his expression, but Dean could tell something was up when he'd said "a few months ago" and left it at that.

"Wait here," Cas said when they were just out of view from the stove, where Y/N was making... scrambled eggs? "Eggs again?" Though Cas was posing it as a question, it seemed like he knew the answer. There was an uncomfortable silence before he heard a soft "it's all we had."

All they had? Sam hadn't taken the kid grocery shopping? "Might need more milk soon. There isn't too much left in here." She shakes carton of milk, and Dean can hear that there isn't much sloshing around in it. She tried to smile, but he could see that it was just a facade. He knew her tells, he could read her dejection. He didn't understand. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘮?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a small thud and a whispered "Shit." He watched as Y/N grabbed some paper towels and dropped to her knees, sniffling as she started wiping up a puddle of milk. Before he knew what was happening, he was in front of her, taking the wad of wet paper towels from her hand. "Hey now, kiddo. No use crying over spilled milk." She stumbled back, startled, her eyes widening as she took in his face.

She stared at him, stunned, not saying anything for several heartbeats. She opened her mouth to say something, closed it, opened it again, and still said nothing. "It's me, baby. It's me. I'm here." Tears welled in her eyes as she dove at him, tightly wrapping her arms around his middle. They stayed like that for a minute, before Castiel said "Y/N, your eggs are done."

She sniffed, wiping her nose with her sleeve. "Oh, right." She stood up slowly, grabbing the pan and turning off the stovetop. She scraped some eggs onto one of the two plates she'd set out, looked back at Dean, smiled to herself and scraped some eggs onto the other plate. Cas sat to her left, and Dean moved to sit at the chair on the other side of the plate she'd set before she stopped him. "What are you doing over there? This one is for you."

Dean looked at Cas for a second, then back at his little sister. "Isn't that one for Sammy?" She shook her head, shoveling some of the food into her mouth. She ate as if she were starving, the fork barely passing her lips before it was scooping up some more egg. "She, uh, set a place for you every night." Castiel was still awkward, more than he can tend to be usually.

"For a while, it was just me and Cas. It's nice to have someone else who actually eats to sit with me. No offense, Cas." Dean dropped the fork he'd just picked up. He snaps his head between Cas and Y/N. "Just you and Cas? Alright. What the hell is going on? Where is Sam?"

Y/N swallowed, wiped her mouth and shrugged. Dean's eyes bored into Cas's skull as he waited for an answer. "He's tried to stay off-the-grid. He doesn't want to be found. He said he needed to get-" Dean cut him off. "Where is he, Cas?"

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Dean was pissed. He didn't have his car (Sam took it with him), so Cas had to transport the three of them to the dingy apartment complex his brother was supposedly staying in. He saw Baby, got even angrier, and stormed into the building to find Sam. He banged on the door and felt Y/N's hand slip onto his own. He glanced at her, and could see that she was unsure about meeting Sam. That made him even angrier.

The door was yanked open and they were met with Sam rubbing his eyes and squinting. He immediately dropped his hand. "Dean?" Dean snapped, letting go of Y/N's hand and grabbing Sam's collar.

"What the hell, Sam? You just up and leave her the minute I'm gone? You take the car, leave her with basically nothing, and you come to this piss-shack? Did you know that she was running out of food? Probably not, you didn't bother to check on her yourself. All she had left were some God damn eggs. Cas doesn't have actual money, and she didn't have a car to go out and try to hustle whenever she was alone."

"I kept the bunker clean." She mumbled from next to him. "What was that, sweetie?" Dean turned away from screaming in Sam's face to give Y/N his full attention. "I kept the bunker clean. I know he doesn't like messes. I thought maybe he'd come back so I'd didn't want it to be messy." Dean let go of Sam's collar, and Sam rubbed his neck. "Y/N, listen-"

"No, you don't talk to her. Right now, you're talking to me. What if something got into the bunker? Something she couldn't take on alone?" Sam was sinking into himself, looking truly guilty for the first time since they'd gotten there. "You fucking left her. She was alone other than when Cas visited once every, what? Three days? I died, you bastard. I didn't get a choice in whether or not I'd leave her. You did, and you chose wrong. Fucking apologize."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just couldn't-" Dean grabbed his collar again. "Did I ask you to explain yourself to her? No. You'll be explaining to me, later. Let's try this again."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have left you. I'm sorry."

Y/N just stared forward for a minute. "I know."

[maternity-morningstar]

Angel, the reason why I mentioned phantom pregnancy is because it's something that some women, or in this case, men in hell, would become pregnant, but they wouldn't notice due to lacking any of the symptoms that would be tied to pregnancy. Some signs of pregnancy would show, but it would usually be the lack of periods. But other signs such as morning sickness, mood swings, etc would not be shown.

I'm not really a professional on this but I have heard of these kinds of pregnancy stories before.

The next day, Lucifer and Angel find themselves in the waiting room of their usual doctor’s office, both feeling an odd mix of anxiety and dread. The sterile smell of the clinic and the faint hum of medical equipment only amplify their nerves.

Lucifer: *fidgeting in his chair* You know, Angel, I really don’t like this. I’d rather be anywhere but here.

Angel: *rolling his eyes, arms crossed* Yeah, tell me about it. I just wanna get this over with. The idea of popping out another kid this soon? *shudders* Nah, man.

The nurse eventually calls their names, and they’re led to the examination room. After some routine tests and awkward small talk with the doctor, they’re left alone for a few moments, both anxiously waiting for the results.

Lucifer: *glancing over at Angel* So... what are you thinking? Still freaking out?

Angel: *shrugging, tapping his foot nervously* Eh, I dunno. I just... I don’t feel pregnant, you know? Like, with Vanilla, I just knew. Something was off from the start. This time, it feels... different.

Lucifer: *nods* Yeah, I get that. But still, if you are... we’ll figure it out. Like I said.

Just then, the doctor comes back into the room, holding a chart and an ultrasound image.

Doctor: Well, gentlemen, I’ve got your results. Let’s start with Lucifer.

Lucifer tenses up slightly as the doctor places the ultrasound image on the screen. The room fills with the rhythmic whoosh-whoosh of a fetal heartbeat. The sight of it makes Lucifer’s breath hitch.

Doctor: *pointing at the screen* Congratulations, Lucifer. You’re pregnant. And, based on the measurements, you’re actually around 19 to 20 weeks along.

Lucifer: *wide-eyed, blinking in disbelief* Wait, what?! How the hell did I not notice?

Doctor: It happens. The signs can be easy to miss. But there’s your baby, right there.

Lucifer stares at the screen, a mixture of shock and awe crossing his face. Angel, however, is leaning forward, equally stunned.

Angel: *teasingly* Man, you’ve been baking another bun this whole time and didn’t even know? How many kids are you planning on having, Luce?

Lucifer: *deadpan* Clearly more than I thought.

The doctor gives them a moment to absorb the news before turning to Angel.

Doctor: As for you, Angel... it looks like you’re not actually pregnant. Sometimes, false positives happen, especially when stress or other factors are involved.

Angel’s eyes widen, and he lets out a long sigh of relief, practically sinking into his chair.

Angel: *grinning* Oh, thank God! I mean, no offense, Luce, but I wasn’t ready for round two of pregnancy just yet. False positive, huh? Figures.

Lucifer: *smirking* Guess you dodged that bullet. Lucky you.

Angel: *laughing* Yeah, I’ll leave the baby-making to you for now, Mr. Fertile.

Lucifer groans, rubbing his temples, still processing the fact that he’s so far along without even realizing it.

Lucifer: *grumbling* Great. More diapers.

Angel: *teasingly* Just think, though... you’re gonna have seven kids, Luce. Lucky number seven.

Lucifer: *sarcastic* Yeah, ‘lucky’... right. This is just the beginning, isn’t it?

Angel: *playfully patting him on the back* You’ll manage. We always do.

[angelforstyles]

Lonely (together) Chapter Eight**

Lillian’s POV

I woke up feeling my best. It was the first time I smiled after waking up, I felt like life was fine and I had never experienced anything bad in my life.

I slowly opened my eyes feeling Harry underneath me. The sun was lighting up the whole room. Didn't we lower the curtain last night? Last night? Memories started coming back to me. The date. Me tied to the bed. The wax. The knife. Too many orgasms one after the other.

I opened my eyes and saw Harry sleeping peacefully. We are on the floor? Why? I turned to the bed. It was broken and had four red ropes tied to each end.

I felt heat wash over me as I saw three red candles on the floor along with a knife with a red handle.

How and when did the bed break?

I got up because I wanted to go to the bathroom but my body was in so much pain. I walked with my eyes half closed from the bright light. When I finished I saw myself in the mirror..

My body was covered in purple bruises and hickeys, my wrists and ankles were red.

My neck, chest, and stomach looked like I'd been attacked. I smiled as I touched them spot by spot.

I got out of the bathroom and Harry was awake. I went to him and knelt down. "Good morning, love" he said as I kissed him. "Good morning my charming prince" I looked up at him and brushed his hair out of his face as he smiled, closing his eyes.

"What happened to the bed?" I whispered and I laughed Harry laughed too. "Looks like I fucked my princess pretty hard."

My cheeks flushed and I put my head on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat for a few minutes then lifted my head.

“I had fun last night, thanks.” I whispered as I touched a bite mark on his neck.

I didn’t remember biting him. “Oh my god, does it hurt?” I asked.

“Baby, you should look at your body.” He laughed as he pulled me to lie on him. “Noo, I’m hungry. Breakfast?” Harry looked out the window. “What time is it?” I shrugged.

I pulled out his phone. It was four in the afternoon. “Oh my god, when did we sleep last night?” I asked Harry as he put on his boxers.

“Three? Four? I don’t remember.” I got up and put on my panties and a small t-shirt that revealed my breasts and half of my stomach. I wanted to see my body.

I walked into the kitchen with Harry and he hugged me tightly as we looked at the fridge. It was empty.

Harry opened his phone and sent Cal a list of things to get from the grocery store.

We were standing in the kitchen Harry holding me from behind while we were waiting for the coffee to finish when there was a knock on the door.

"Angel are you waiting for someone?" I shook my head "Cal didn't come that fast? Did he?" Harry laughed as he walked to the door.

I went to the room to get my phone. I heard Harry arguing with someone and I got scared for a moment and ran out of the room to see.

My four friends were standing with the guys too, holding a TV and bags.

I felt hot and embarrassed. What day is it? My body was completely exposed and they were all silent. Until Joll spoke first , "Are you okay? What happened to you?" I entered my room and closed the door.

I put on grey sweatpants and a pink long-sleeved t-shirt.

Harry came in and put on shorts and a t-shirt. I went out and saw the broken mirror on the floor.

How did I not remember it when I woke up?

They were all sitting in the living room. "Sorry, I didn't notice what day it was" I said embarrassed. I hugged them as they looked at me worriedly.

“I'll be there in a moment” I brought the broom and swept the broken pieces until Harry bent down and helped me.

"Harry, I didn't know they were coming today, I forgot I'm sorry."

"It's okay, sweetheart."

"We don't have anything in the kitchen." I said nervously and Harry took the broom from my hand. "I sent Cal to bring some snacks and drinks, don't worry princess"

I turned back to them, "What do you want to drink?" I said as I only had water and coffee.

"Nothing, sit down." Sarah said.

I sat down and she said, "What happened? Why is everything so messy?" My cheeks burned.

"Sorry, we just woke up." I was honest.

"Why is your body full of... you know?" I put my hands to my face.

"Stop, there's nothing you need to worry about." One of the men said, "Lily, where's the power plug?" I looked at the TV and pointed to the wall behind me.

There was a knock at the door and Harry opened it and Cal came in with a lot of bags.

He went with Harry to the kitchen.

I followed him and Harry took out the stuff.

The girls came to help. We got everything ready.

Harry and I stayed in the kitchen. We hadn't talked much since we woke up. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes, just embarrassed."

He hugged me even though the kitchen was open to the living room and they could see us.

"It's okay, they're your friends, they won't judge you."

We went to sit down and there was only one empty seat.

Harry sat down and pulled me on his lap.

I felt the heat wash over me and I wanted to move and run away.

No one said anything, they all just kept quiet.

Until Ami spoke up and said, "What should we watch?"

She turned on the TV and they chose a movie and started it.

William got up to the bathroom. I remembered my room that he had obviously seen.

"Harry the room" I whispered in horror. "Everyone is having sex why are you so scared?" William came back and didn't say anything but looked at Harry and winked.

I put my hands on my face.

Ami got up to the bathroom after a while. When she came back she shouted, "What the hell happened to your bed? How are you still walking?" I didn't look at her but at the TV and pretended not to hear.

"Lily are you sleeping with a monster or something"

Sarah said and then Harry said "It seems you don't want to watch the movie. Go home" he said angrily and dryly.

No one commented after that and the movie ended and they left. It was eight o'clock when they left.

So the day was almost over. I went to the room and Harry followed me.

"Did you enjoy?" He kissed me.

"Um thank god they didn't talk about the room more."

I washed the bedding and Harry cleaned the floors.

He put everything back in his bag. I took some of my stuff and went to his house so until I buy a new bed.

——

When I woke up at nine o'clock Harry was already at work. I showered, had breakfast, then prepared the ingredients to make lunch and take it to him.

He doesn't know I'm coming yet. I wanted to surprise him.

I made lasagna and salad. I put them in the basket with drinks, two plates, a mug with ice and two cups.

I made Harry a snack box to keep in his office.

I put on makeup and put on a red short dress with a black coat. It was mid November.

I went out and Cal was outside.

Harry said Cal would stay whenever I wanted to go out.

"Hello Cal, how are you?"

"Hello miss, fine." He took the basket from my hand.

"Where?" The car door opened and I got in.

"Harry's office." He led me there and I felt nervous and anxious about walking inside.

I stayed in the car for a moment. Cal was outside my door waiting for me to get out.

I opened the door and held my hand to get out. He took the basket and walked behind me.

"No thanks I'll take it." I smiled at him but he never smiled at all.

I took it and walked inside looking at the basket and then at the elevator.

I could hear a lot of whispers around me but I chose not to hear.

I got to the elevator and there were two men and a woman. When I entered they got out immediately. I felt embarrassed.

I pressed Harry's floor number. It was 3129.

I looked at myself in the mirror and then got out of the elevator.

Harry's assistant wasn't there. She was nice. I met her once, she was in her mid-forties and she smiled at me kindly. Unlike the others who saw me at the reception.

I opened Harry's office and it was locked.

I hesitated whether or not I should send him a message.

I looked to the meeting room and hesitated whether or not I should go.

"Just gonna wait for him. There's no chance there'll be anyone there."

I walked over and opened the door and it was full of people, men and women, all of them looking at me.

I slammed the door shut and wished the ground would swallow me.

As I walked to Harry's office I heard him behind me, "What is my lost Angel doing here?" I turned and felt relief and safety wash over me.

I dropped the basket on the floor and ran to him.

"Harry, I'm so sorry your office is locked and I thought I'd sit in the room until you came. I didn't know anyone was there." Harry laughed.

"Shh, it's okay, why did you come without telling me, love? I was gonna leave my office unlocked for you" He kissed my lips.

"I was going to surprise you with lunch." I looked at him sadly. “Umm is my lunch ready?” Harry reached into my panties and I grabbed his hand tightly and pulled it away.

“Harry no, not here.” He kissed me and handed me the keys.

“Go to my office. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” I turned to walk and he spanked my ass and I felt my heat rise.

I didn’t look at him until I reached the door.

I turned to see him standing with his arms folded and smiling.

'I love you' he said silently.

I let the key at the door and ran to him, kissed him and whispered, “I love you too” I quickly went back to his office door and get inside closed the door. Then left out again because I forgot the basket. He was standing there laughing. “It's not funny” I frowned. Then I closed the door.

I took off my coat, staring out the window until Harry walked in.

He didn't take fifteen minutes. I turned to see him walking slowly towards me.

I hugged him and kissed him as if I hadn't seen him for a week.

"I missed you" I said as he squeezed me between his arms tightly.

"Every day I want to wake you up to say goodbye. But you sleep in peace like a dreamy princess" I smiled and smelled him. "Lunch?" I pulled him to the couch.

He sat down and put me on his lap. I opened the basket and took out the lasagna.

Harry groaned. "Oh my god, it looks delicious."

I cut off a piece and put it on the plate. Harry pulled my hand away. "What is this?"

"Don't touch it, it burns." Harry looked at me with worry and anger.

"I burned myself while cooking but it's nothing, it will go away in a few days."

“Oh my god Angel do I have to turn off the electricity and gas before I go to work?” he said, looking at my hand.

“Don’t be dramatic, I have a million burns on my hands.” I had some mild burn marks but nothing serious.

Harry took a deep breath and obviously tried not to scream. "You don't-" I kissed him deeply.

"Shut up Harry and let's eat." We ate and Harry's mood returned.

"You should buy your recipe it's so delicious my love."

“No thanks, it was just a coincidence.” We talked for a while and then finished eating.

“I have to go buy a bed and—oh right, I remembered. I have to look for a job.” Harry’s brows furrowed.

“Why?” I sighed. “I have to pay the rent in February.”

Harry frowned and looked at me for a moment.

“Move in with me then.” I think my eyebrows reached the middle of my head.

“Of course not. Why would I move in?” I said, getting out of his lap to gather the dishes.

“Because we’re at my place all the time? We literally go to your apartment one day a week and we haven’t slept apart in a month? No sorry more than a month” I looked at him like he was crazy. “No I’m not moving, that’s it”

Harry’s POV

She walked out of my office angrily. I tried to focus on my work instead of running after her.

When I was done, I called Cal to find out where he drop her off. She was at her apartment so I bought flowers and then went to her apartment.

I walked in and she was lying down reading on the couch. She didn’t move when she heard the door.

I walked over quietly and knelt down in front of her. She didn’t look at me.

“My love, I brought you flowers.” I said calmly and smiled but she didn’t look at me.

“Angel, look at me.” I looked pathetic but I didn’t care.

She didn't answer so I was silent and sat in front of her.

After a few minutes she closed her book and sat down.

She looked at me and took the flowers and muttered "Thank you, you didn't have to" She got up and put them in the water. I was still on the floor.

She looked at me hesitantly then came closer and took my head in her chest.

I closed my eyes, felt her heart beating underneath me and her scent calming my nerves.

She stroked my hair several times then kissed my forehead.

"Shall I prepare the bath for you?" She said with a smile.

"Only if you are with me." She held my hand and we went to the bathroom. She took off my clothes quietly and silently.

Until the tub was full. I sat alone in it. Then she knelt beside me and kissed my cheek. "Harry I don't want to move because it will be like I used you. And we've been together for how long? Four months?"

"Five" I said

"We haven't completed five months" She laughed.

"We were doing everything lovers do so five"

“Harry,” she closed her eyes. “I don’t want to upset you or get angry with you.”

“You don’t have to. It’s very simple. We live as if we live together. What’s the harm in settling down in one place? And you’re not using me. Who would think that? We’re literally out in the open and not hiding from anyone. And all couples at some point move in together. What if this is the right time for us to settle down together?”

She was looking at the ceiling, her eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t cry, we’re just talking Angel” I whispered.

“What if we break up and I have to move out?” I felt heat rush through my veins.

“I’ll never bre— why are you thinking about breaking up?” I said, trying to stay calm.

“let’s talk later.” She wiped her tears away and wet my hair and put on shampoo.

I finished showering and went out.

I went to get a drink of water and when I came back, she was dressed to go out. “Where?” She looked at me and smiled. “I’m going for a walk.”

My heart sank because she needed to be alone without me. “I’ll come with you.” I put on a hoodie and shorts and left as she waited on the stairs outside the apartment.

I closed the door and took her hand to walk and kissed her on the head.

We walked in silence and then I said “Dinner?” She looked at me for a moment then nodded yes.

We went to a nearby restaurant and ordered.

We didn't talk. We ate then went for a walk.

She hugged my waist and buried her face in me as i walked her.

We walked for an hour then went back to the apartment.

We changed and lay on the mattress.

"Harry"

"My Angel"

"I love you" "I love you too" I made it my business to get her to move in with me.

A few days later we were having dinner at my house and we were laughing.

When we finished I don't know how we got into such a strong argument.

"No I don't want to!!" she shouted at me with tears in her face.

"Baby it's just a place why are you taking it personally?"

I said angrily but in a calm voice. "Don't call me Baby!" she shouted as she moved away a little.

"What— You're MY Baby I'll definitely call—"

"Ugh shut up Harry shut up" she ran upstairs.

I caught up with her a minute later but the door was locked.

I put my forehead on the door.

“Angel open the door. I won’t talk just open the door” I said quietly.

She didn’t open it for ten minutes so I went down and walked around the living room.

I was stressed and today had been really bad. I thought she would make it better for me but obviously not.

I thought for a while and decided to stop bothering her so she could move with me. I went to the room and the door was unlocked.

I opened it quietly while she was under the sheets. I pulled the covers a little and kissed her head.

She was crying and sobbing. After a few minutes she got up hugging me and buried her face in my neck.

We sat for a few more minutes. "You don't understand" she cried "so make me understand" she cried more for a few minutes.

"You treat me like a real princess like an angel like no other. I don't feel all this inside me Harry. You buy me food and drink, you fill my fridge with all kinds of foods, you buy me flowers every few days. You take me shopping. Buy me books and all my colors. Not a single penny has gone out of my bank account since I met you"

she cried and moved away a little.

"And now the only thing that makes me see myself as normal and not an spoiled angel is that I have to work and pay my rent"

She said and covered her face and sighed

"Can I talk?" She looked at me with red and puffy eyes.

"Be realistic for once" she said trying to stop crying.

"Since I lived in England, since I became aware, I haven't seen a single person like you." I kissed her head

"You are so beautiful, breathtaking, and not because I love you. Ever since I saw you, I tried to hold on to one real thing to believe that I am still on earth and you’re real. Your personality is so charming, calm, you are gentle with everything, tender and warm. You make me feel as if the whole world is fine and healthy and everyone loves each other. I know that your past is very bad and I am sure that it did not leave you without many side effects. But you still smile as if you lived the best life. I want to pamper you and spoil you and spread the world with roses for you to walk on, and bring you a star with my bare hands. I want to see the glow in your eyes and the comfort on your face. Whenever you get sick and tired, all the glow and comfort disappear. I feel like I am slowly dying."

She cried hard and hugged me. "Shhh, my love, we're fine."

After a few minutes she calmed down and we sat in silence.

"I don't know if I'm thinking right but ok, I'll move with you" she whispered and I hugged her tighter "I love you so much" I whispered to her.

Lillian’s POV

Harry took three days off from work to help me pack my things. We went to my apartment this afternoon and there were already boxes in the hallway ready to be packed.

I talked with Harry about how to start and we decided to start with the living room. Harry told me he would send a moving company to pack my things but I couldn't trust anyone with my things.

We finished the living room by dinnertime. We decided to sleep here and continue tomorrow.

When I woke up Harry was in the kitchen making breakfast. I clung to him from behind. “It’s not appropriate to cook naked.” He turned and took me in his arms. “Hmm? I want to be ready all times for my princess whenever she bends over.”

“You’re disgusting” I laughed and saw what he was doing “Yummm I love waffles so much I think they’re the love of my life” Harry pinched me “What?” I looked at his face innocently “I love waffles made by the love of my life” He kissed me “Oh my god I love you so much”

We had breakfast and then finished up in my room. Harry laughed a lot at my stuff and we fought a little and then he gave me an orgasm so I could forgive him.

The third day we went to his house and there were men unloading boxes. They put them all in the living room and Harry started carrying them upstairs.

We started putting my clothes after he emptied more than half the closet for me (I didn't have a lot of clothes) then we had lunch and he took me upstairs.

"Don't open your eyes Angel" I was excited and nervous.

"Okay don't make me fall" I opened my eyes when he removed his hand.

We were in the guest room but it was a new office.

There was a wrapped box on the desk. I turned to Harry with tears in my eyes.

"Harry you didn't" I hugged him and cried. "Of course I didn't make you leave your poor little office because I hated it. Your stuff was all over the floor you needed bigger office princess "

I laughed and kissed him. "Here open the box." I went and opened it slowly then turned to him. "Come on baby."

I cried again, It was a new laptop. I hugged Harry tighter this time.

"Harry" he laughed "Your laptop is old and it gets hot easily and the noise? Oh my god it sounds like a car engine." I laughed and pushed him away "You're bullying my stuff now? The poor two are the only ones who endured my school years!" He hugged “sorry princesses”. I spent the whole day organizing my stuff in my new office.

A few days later I woke up then I went downstairs and saw... Oh my god. Harry was just in shorts. What? "Harry what are you doing?" He turned and reached out for me to hug him.

He kissed me then said "Good morning to you too. Breakfast is ready for you on the table."

"What are you doing? What is this?" He smiled and said "A library for your books." I looked at him I couldn't believe he was doing all these things for me.

He said he will move my library but this one was so different and very new. "But you said..."

"My love you deserve the best and new furniture"

Harry took me and sat me on his lap while I ate breakfast. He told me he would be at the office for a few hours and would be back to finish the library. So I emptied my books from their boxes and arranged them on the floor.

It was December in a few days. I was nervous what would happen if Harry was going to celebrate here. But he said he always visit his family for the holiday.

Would I be left alone? Should I look for a job? My thoughts were crowding in my head and I didn't notice Harry coming.

"Tell me what's bothering you so much so I can get rid of it."

I smiled and held out my hand. “Nothing.” Harry sat beside me.

“How was the meeting?” He closed his eyes and sighed.

“Like hell, I needed to focus on the deal and when I felt like it was stressing me out too much. I let it go. I don’t know if that’s right but it made me feel a little better.”

My heart clenched as I realized that Harry felt nervous and anxious sometimes too.

I thought about how to comfort him now that he seemed a little anxious. I thought about something and then realized that I had never given Harry physical pleasure except through sex.

I felt my stomach flutter and then I stood up. "Take off your jacket." He took it off and I unbuttoned his shirt and looked into his eyes as he was confused. I kissed him and then moved down to his neck and chest.

I sat between his legs on my knees. I kissed his stomach and made a few marks.

His breathing became a little heavy and his bulge was very obvious.

I unzipped his pants and pulled them out from his feet. I grabbed his thighs and looked at him. He was full of lust and hunger. I kissed his thighs and licked the tiger a little.

I wanted to grind myself on him but I pushed the thought back for now.

I put my face on his bulge and his cock lines that were so clear through his boxers.

I looked at him and he said "Take it off" I took off my hoodie and I was wearing a red bra that lifted my breasts really high and made them bigger.

I pressed my breasts against his covered cock until he gripped my hair.

"Don't test my patience" I smiled and licked his belly a little and he pulled my hair even more and I laughed.

"Greedy" I pulled away and started to pull down his boxers and his cock slammed into my stomach so hard.

I know Harry is big and tall but from this angle I had no idea how he got inside me.

I didn't know if he would fit in my mouth. This was my first time touching a cock. I was excited only because it was Harry.

I grabbed him and lifted him up and looked at his cock.

He was delicious I don't know how. His veins were so visible.

I stuck the tip of my tongue out and licked the tip. Harry groaned and when I looked at him his face was sweaty and his hands were at his sides.

I didn't really know what to do but I just went with what came.

I sucked the tip and licked it then released it with a pop. I looked at his length then licked it from the base to the tip.

Harry’s POV

She was sucking the tip hard and I felt like I was going to cum the moment she stuck her tongue out.

She licked me a few times and then ran both her hands from top to bottom. Her hands were too small for my cock.

She couldn't fit more than the tip in her mouth. I was too big.

She started fucking my cock with her hand and her tits were shaking. She saw me looking at them so she moved a little closer and put my cock on them.

I moaned loudly as she lowered and brought her hands up and put my tip between her tits.

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, grabbed one of her breasts and put her nipple on my tip and started fucking my cock.

She moved away and licked me several times then came down and licked my balls and sucked them.

“Good girl, please daddy, you do it like? I should pay you huh?” She smiled and stuck her tongue out and put it on my cock and looked at me. "Anything for Daddy”

"Fuck me with your tits" She looked at them for a moment then gathered them with her hands and pulled me between them.

She looked at me and said "You will pay me don't get tired" She winked and started moving her breasts up and down.

She moved away and then sucking my tip until I came.

I came a little on her mouth and the rest of my cum on her tits.

She started collecting the cum from her nipples and chest and licking them. She took my cock again and cleaned it with her tongue then swallowed.

I pulled her and kissed her "Good for daddy huh? All my cum in your sweet tummy hm?" I said then kissed her hard. She groaned and stood up. She pulled down her pants and sat on my lap and kissed me.

"How do you want me baby?" I asked. "Your thigh" I groaned.

She moved back a little set on the tiger.

"You will ride my tiger hm?" I said as I pinched her nipple and took it in my mouth. I licked and bit them and made two marks then pulled my head.

"I want to move" she cried out in annoyance. I extended my finger between her lips and took some of her wetness and licked it "Mmm so good so sweet" she groaned.

I extended my fingers to open her lips so she could rub her clit well on me.

I held her hand and her other hand on my shoulder as she started rubbing herself on me.

She dropped her head back and started panting.

She looked at me then opened my shirt more and put her hand on my muscles.

"I love you" she cried out then moved faster.

"This is my girl, come on baby wet me" She started moving faster and screamed "help me help me daddy"

I grabbed her nipples first and pinched them and shook her boobs and squeezed them then I grabbed her waist and put her harder on me and lifted my thighs a little and started moving her fast and hard.

She screamed and moaned until she came and scratched my chest and stomach with all her might.

"Fuck me fuck me please daddy" she cried and I got up and put her on the arm of the sofa. I lifted her ass up, I was so hard again.

I opened her ass cheeks and let them shake in place.

I squeezed her cheeks then slapped them. She was so sexy.

I got down on my knees and looked at her lips swollen and red. I spread them apart and saw her clit throbbing.

I inserted my finger in her hole several times licking and sucking her lips. They were so full.

I lined up with her hole and pushed inside her so hard. She screamed loudly. I started fucking her, her ass was bouncing hard with every thrust.

I stopped and carried her on the dining table. She screamed laughing as I put her down.

She was on her back. I kissed her "You look so hot, right here on the table where we eat" She moaned and opened her legs and looked at my cock.

"So open for me" I opened her lips and put my cock in her and started fucking her slowly.

In and out, in and out.

I looked at her lower belly and the outline of my cock was clear.

"Look" I laughed "Can you feel me in your tummy? From above and below I am here" I pressed hard on her stomach and she screamed.

I fucked her hard and the table shook. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard and sucked her nipples until they turned red.

I put my hand between us on her clit and rubbed it hard.

"Daddy daddy so good so big" I felt my cock twist .

"Do you like it?" She couldn't reply as she came hard and I followed her after several thrusts.

I took her upstairs and we cleaned up.

Lillian’s POV

We went outside to take a walk. It was very cold but I insisted that we go. It was already a little late.

"Tomorrow is December, are you excited?" Harry asked me and I felt the heat wash over me. I hate December.

"Uhmm" I mumbled, looking away.

"How do you want to decorate our home?" Harry kissed my hand "Baby?" I didn't reply "Are you okay?" I looked at him and smiled.

"Yeah, I don't know, do whatever you want, it's okay"

We stopped and Harry lowered his head slightly towards me.

"Talk to me, what’s going on?" he said softly.

Should I tell him? I put my hand back around his waist and held the other and we walked.

"I never celebrate Christmas," I whispered. Harry didn't reply.

"We were locked in the house all holiday and it was always the worst days. We could get away from my parents all day when we could go to school."

I took a deep breath. "And when they died... my sister and I worked during the holidays, day and night. The most important thing was that we didn't go home... even when I was moving from one foster to another. I never celebrated. I used to work late all the time, even when I was in college. The girls always invited me to join their families but I used to work as an excuse”

Harry stopped and hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry you had to go through all this. I wish everything had happened differently for you” he whispered, kissing my head. I smiled and looked at him.

“You know I don’t miss Christmas when I never knew the feeling. I’m not sorry I don’t like it.” I laughed, but Harry didn’t laugh. Then we went home in silence.

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Harry told me he was going to be late today. So I started making dinner. I made chili beef tacos. I took a shower, changed into my pajamas and sat on the couch waiting for him.

I didn't ask him why he was going to be late and I wasn't sure if he was going to eat dinner here or if he had a business dinner.

I went to change Grey's water to kill time.

It was December 5th, I had no winter clothes and I literally avoided going out much.

I thought about ordering clothes online but I wanted to go shopping too. I sat thinking what to do while playing with Grey until I heard the door open.

I ran and found Harry carrying a lot of bags "What is this? Since when do you go shopping?" I laughed and hugged him, his hands full "You're torturing me now wait until I put the bags down" he said panting and I moved away from him.

I looked at the bags and tried to sneak a peek. "No no"

"Harry" I looked at him with puppy eyes.

"Go upstairs a little you're ruining my plans" I looked at him confused "What?"

Harry carried me and put me on the bed. "Don't come out until I come to you" he closed the door and I sat staring at the ceiling. After a few minutes he came in and gave me Grey "Hold the annoying one" and he left.

"Daddy says you're annoying? Are you sad baby?" I kissed her then she lay down on my chest and I patted her until she closed her eyes.

After about half an hour Harry came and dropped Grey off "Harry you're being mean to her" I said sadly "She's annoying and now she's taking you away from me" he said putting his head on my chest.

"You're the one who brings her up to me!" He didn't say anything.

"Dinner is ready Harry, are you hungry?" He looked at me thoughtfully. "I want to show you something. He got up and kissed me for a moment then took my hand and we went down.

When I walked into the living room there was a very large Christmas tree in the corner in front of the library.

I opened my eyes wide and looked at him. "I want you to have your first normal Christmas with me, call me arrogant but I really feel ecstatic that I'm your first at a lot of things" he said with a seductive smile.

I hugged him tightly then he go and brought two bags.

"Now let's decorate it.. you know let's decorate it after dinner I'm hungry" We went to the kitchen and I took the tacos out and went to the dining table.

Harry pulled me into his lap and we ate together.

When we were done we started decorating it and laughing, Harry carried me on his shoulders to decorate the top.

When we were done we sat on the couch and next to Harry was a bottle of wine and a glass in his hand.

I wanted to try, but was afraid for a moment.

"Harry" I whispered and he looked at me and pulled me closer to him. I was in his lap.

"Hmm My Angel?" I looked at the glass then at him.

"What happens if I drink a little?" He smiled at me softly and said "For the first time it will affect you immediately" he said then kissed my cheek "Do you want a little?" I looked at the glass then at him.

I nodded and he brought the glass to my mouth. I opened my mouth and took a sip then pulled away "Eww it burns" Harry laughed loudly

"It's not funny how you drink it?" He didn't stop laughing and I wanted to drink more to see why he liked it, I brought the glass closer and took another sip and it wasn't that bad. Harry stopped laughing and looked at me. I took the glass from him and started drinking until there was a little left. "Okay enough" he took the glass from me. I sat down silently

"What happens now?" I whispered

Harry’s POV

Her lips and cheeks were cherry, the blue was gone from her eyes and replaced with black and her eyes were watery and sleepy like lost but so happy.

She was laughing so hard that Grey was meowing

“Did you hear her?” She screamed with laughter. I was smiling at her completely new look of her.

“Baby she’s just meowing”

“Nooooo oh my god” she screamed. “Oh my god Harry! Let’s dance!” She got up and started dancing and there wasn’t even a sound. Even the TV is muted.

“Sleep now my Angel” I laughed and picked her up on my shoulder.

She slapped my ass and laughed “Oh my god your ass is like jelly” I laughed and wished it would stay that way, she didn’t think much, she didn’t get sad or think twice before doing or saying anything.

I sat her down on the sink and handed her toothbrush to brush “No” she folded her arms “Come on babe brush your teeth” she shook her head and pushed the toothbrush away from her “You take me to bed when it’s starting to get fun!” I laughed at her funny expression, she thought she was being scary when she got mad but it was so funny.

"Okay let's brush our teeth and then play hmm? How about that?" Her face lit up and she opened her mouth, I brushing her teeth while we were laughing.

I put her on the toilet because she said 'I'm going to explode' She looked at me with a frown "I'm not gonna pee while you're looking at me close your eyes and ears"

I laughed loudly and said "finish baby" She finished from the toilet and washed up and we ran to the bed.

"Song come on!" she shouted at me.

I sat on the bed and played her a song from my phone.

She started dancing around the room singing. She was so cute and sweet I wanted to hide her in my arms and never take her out.

After a minute she came back to me and said "I'm tired" She gave me the puppy eyes and stuck out her lower lip a little.

I got up and turned off the lights, laid down and took her on top of me. She started talking about the most random things.

Then she started talking about Christmas. "Now you're going to your family and I'll be alone, why are you going Harry I want you to be with me" I never mentioned that I was going to them this year.

But I already planned that we would go together to my mother's house. And I told her we were coming.

I didn't tell my angel yet I didn't know how she would take it. There were two weeks left until the date of the trip so I wanted to tell her as soon as possible. "Sleep sweetheart we will talk tomorrow”

Please tell me what you think :3

[lucy-dulap]

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Lucy looked perfect, just as they intended. They haven't braided their hair like their mother used to in a while. The clothes they had on were a tight fit, made for someone much younger than them. A black shirt, a black vest, a black set of pants, Lucy looked like an overdressed emo. But these were their best clothes, the clothes they've holding off for their funeral.

The tradition was simple; the dead must be buried wearing their prettiest clothing, two coins in their hand to pay their dept up in Heaven. Everything should be given in pairs for the dead, two flowers, two coins, four candles... Lucy had two small braids at the front of their face, two rings on their fingers and their two favorite keychains hooked on their belt hoops. Lucy had no intention of returning to the human world as nothing more than a corpse.

Satan was talking to them but Lucy could not hear his distant voice. What trully woke them up was a sudden kiss on the lips from a different demon. Never having kissed anyone on the lips before, Lucy was startled by it so they hit the person with all their might.

The blue haired devil had a deep blush on his face, hearts in his eyes and his knees were weak. "Solomon... your slaps are as strong as I remembered."

"This isn't Solomon, Sitri! They're his grand grand grand grand grand grand kid, or something along those lines."

"...I can't believe you returned to us, Solomon. 100 years, 10 months, 21 days... I've been waiting for you for every second of all these days. I knew that you wouldn't leave hell behind." Sitri's desprate voice and crazed look didn't sell Lucy on the idea of Hell.

"Have you heard of Solomon? The great king of Jerusalim. The cutting the baby in two Solomon." Satan grabbed Lucy by their waist and brought them closer to him. The human was too lightheaded to think, but the name of Solomon did ring a bell.

"The white guy from Obey Me, I know him." Lucy nodded and rubbed their tamples to try and lessen their headache. A small devil flies up to them and sit himself in their sholder. "Solomon was a great sorcerer, aye. Everyone in hell loved him." The high pitched voice did nothing to lessen their pain and Lucy swatted the red lump off their sholder.

The three devils where talking about something, but Lucy didn't care enough to ask anything. Their job was very easy, die. Maybe it was selfish, but when nobody cares about you everything is selfish.

Satan was particularly close to them, teasing them, pitching them, doing anything to get a reaction out of the borderline catatonic child in his care. He lightly slaps Lucy's back, signaling their departure from the church they were in.

Lucy took one step ahead and promptly fainted, to the horror of the devils in the room. Sitri checked their heartbeat which was slow and steady, confirming that they were alive. Satan told Sitri to feed his demon energy to the child of Solomon. With Sitri gone to a seperate room, Satan called Lucifer himself. He didn't want one of his lobotomised healers, he needed the fallen angel himself. Lucifer almost never picked up, but fate must have it that he responded now.

"I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW!"

"...what?"

"The child of Solomon fainted and they won't wake up and I need you to heal them! Come to the Gehenna church right now!"

"The child of...! I will send my greatest healer to bring them to Paradise Lost."

"Whatever you do, do it quickly!"

Before Satan could finish his demand, the door opened and blinding light flooded the room. A boyish figure rushed to Satan, and took Lucy in his arms.

"Oh, hi, your Majesty! Long time no see! This is the child of Solomon? That's a strange species name. Anyways, room 287 second floor, knock before you come in, bye!"

He rushed his words out before running off with Lucy bridal style. Satan crunched, he specifically asked for them to be treated in Gehenna, but Lucifer never comes out of his comfy nest. And it's not like Satan could argue with him like he did with the other kings. He saw first hand what an angry Lucifer could do, and his people are more important than his petty hate... but that didn't stop him from getting angry.

Sitri came in with a bottle of his devil energy only to find out that Lucy was in Paradise Lost. His envy was evident, disapproving of Solomon spending time with a different blue haired devil, from Paradise Lost of all places.

Lucy, on the other hand, was happy. They finally did something early other than waking up. Or, at least that's what they thought they were thinking. When their eyes fluttered open, they saw a blurry white figure move away and a grinning teen on top of them. The blurry figure disappeared, leaving them alone with the blue haired devil.

"Good morning, child of Solomon!"

[fluffydisneyprincess]

Interested? Should I continue it?

So I've been brain rotting after Lesson 12 in Nightbringer and this came out of my head. You were an angel, but you were punished and had your wings torn off before being cast down. You wake up in the Devildom and the story begins... It's implied to be very ReaderxLucifer but things will probably get messy later when the rest of the crew is introduced.

This is what my brain spit out as chapter one, should I continue it as a full fic?

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Everything hurt. Your whole body was aching where it wasn't just radiating pain. You couldn't tell if your eyes were open or not. Everything was so dark. So dark… there was a sound in the distance. A voice? No, two voices. And footsteps. Echoing footsteps. They made your head ache with their volume. You would have groaned if you had the strength. Light blurred into view and you realized your eyes were open now. Moonlight was spilling in, casting the faintest touch of illumination. Just enough to make out two silhouettes walking towards you.

"Barbatos get a doctor!" A voice boomed, sending another painful throb through your head.

"Yes, my lord." The voice that replied was softer. The smaller silhouette began to retreat as the other only continued to grow larger. The footsteps that began even were hurried now. Almost panicked.

Arms were circling around you, sending fresh waves of pain radiating all over. The most you could do was close your eyes against it. You had no strength to make a sound or even grimace. The voice was masculine and felt so very loud now that he was next to you.

"Can you hear me?" It was hard to tell the emotion in his voice. Determined, in a way, but there was some fear there too. Maybe even a bit of confusion. That was fair. By way of reply, you slowly opened your eyes again to take in the brown skin and red hair of the man holding you. He sighed in relief at this small signal that you were still alive. Were you though?

Where did angels go when they died?

Oh wait… you weren’t an angel anymore. So what were you now? Where were you now?

The man was lifting you, carrying you. He murmured reassuring things as he nearly ran with you in his arms. You'll be okay. Keep your eyes open, I'm still here. You're safe now. If you could, you would have smiled. Silly, didn't he know that you were supposedly the dangerous one? Despite his encouraging, your eyes fell closed to the rhythm of his voice. Everything was darkness again, but a painless peaceful darkness that dragged you down and down.

It was impossible to tell how long you had been out. When you woke up you were still racked with pain, but everything was no longer dark. The room was dimly lit and you were relieved. Your head still felt like it had its own heartbeat. Something stiff was wrapped tightly around your torso, limiting your breathing so much it no longer hurt to do so.

The bed beneath you was plush and soft. It felt like a dream against your battered body. You could have closed your eyes and let yourself drift again if it weren't for the door on the other side of the room opening. The voice from earlier was speaking to someone.

"This hasn't happened since the war. I don't know how she ended up here. When we discovered her in the coliseum I wasn't sure she would make it. There was so much blood…"

"I understand, I-" This second voice cut off as its owner's attention settled on you laying in bed. Something in your memory whispered that you'd heard this voice before… but couldn't remember where.

"She's awake," the first man said.

"You said you found her covered in blood?" The second voice asked as its figure stepped into the room. His attention was still locked on you, only half listening to the response.

"Yes. There are four incredibly deep wounds on her back," the first replied somberly.

The second voice didn't reply, but he continued crossing the room slowly. As if he was afraid. What a shame you didn't have the energy to tease him for it. He was very close before the dim light lit up his form enough to make out a face. Dark hair with a careless toss in the bangs. Deep red eyes. Despite the pain and weakness, the tiniest most tired smile twitched at the corners of your mouth. A gloved hand cupped your cheek. You leaned into it as much as you could, savoring in this little bit of familiarity.

"Talia… What have you done?" His voice was a saddened whisper. When you finally managed to speak it came out broken, but just as soft. It was strange how much energy a few simple words took, but his presence energized you in a way nothing else could.

"I missed you… Lucifer."

[chilumi-shipper]

When Mommy's Resting

Diluc x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, NSFW, Mommy Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Sub Diluc, Dom Mommy Reader, Overstimulation, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving)

Summary: To most people, Diluc was a man of mystery, a strong, rich and handsome business man who seems to always be stoic, but within the space of your own home, he is just sensitive baby who likes getting you to ride his dick. He was obedient, until of course he was put under the influence of the Cavalry Captain.

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Diluc was done for the night, he sighed, it was a long day bartending at the tavern, he can't wait to just go home to you and cuddle up to mommy.

As he was cleaning up, he thought if you were still awake at this hour. 'Probably not, she did tell me that she has a lot of things to do with Cyrus and the others in the Adventurer's Guild, she must be tired.'

As he was wiping down the counter, he heard the door of the tavern open and close, and an unwanted guest stood right in front of him. The Cavalry Captain, Kaeya, who seems to wear a smirk quite different from his usual grin.

"Diluc, good you're still here." The blue haired man walked up to him, arms crossed with mischief painted on his feature.

"We're closed, better get going, Sir Kaeya." Diluc said with a rather tensed and irritated voice. But that only seemed to amuse the knight.

"Ohh, I see." The blue haired man still sat on a stool in front of his brother though. "Eager to see your Mommy back at the Dawn Winery?" Diluc froze up, looking at the former with a shocked expression that seemed to irk him even more.

"I d-don't know what you're talking about." Diluc stuttered, turning away from his brother and pretended to clean up the other parts of the counter.

The Cavalry Captain chuckled, "She told me." 'No, she wouldn't, my Y/N would never.' "Told me about what goes around you guys, pretty interesting. It makes me quite jealous, my flings aren't usually comfortable with that kind of relationship." He continued and Diluc's clenched his hand in frustration. You did tell him! And now that one eyed punk is gonna try to gt you from him.

He looked back at the smirking man and glared. "Don't get any ideas, bastard." He'll never let anyone steal you from him.

"Relax, brother. Although I am quite interested in that kind of relationship, I'm quite sure she doesn't like anyone but you." Kaeya laughed, "However, she did tell me another thing. You're a bit too obedient aren't you?" Diluc felt uncomfortable, sure when you tell him that he's a good boy, kiss his forehead and pat his head while you ride him, he feels so good about himself, other people telling him just makes him uneasy.

"This is between me and her, it's non of your business, Kaeya." He said in a serious tone. "I'd rather not talk about this." Diluc straightened up, finished up cleaning and walked away from his brother.

As he was about to leave though, the knight stopped him. "Don't you want to contribute more on that relationship, she seems to be the only one putting in actual effort." Kaeya stated to him. He smiled when Diluc stopped and sighed.

"Alright, what do you have in mind?"

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He can't believe it, why is he doing this?

Did you think he was boring? Maybe you complained to Kaeya about him and his brother is just giving him a boost.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Well, anyway, as he watched your sleeping figure, Diluc smiled a bit, you look so beautiful, like an angel, and now he's supposed to take you this way.

Being honest to himself, he is so excited! You two have always been so comfortable around each other, to the pint where he basically knows that you won't mind what he's doing right now, taking of your garments that didn't even cover much in the first place.

He loves seeing your naked body, you perfect boobs that he loves to suck on when you shove his face onto your chest, your skin with a few stretch marks that only he's been able to see, your plump thighs that you squeeze around his head whenever you order him to eat you out, and then, your pretty little cunt, just made for him and his cock, the juices you make are like a sweet tasty treat just for him.

Diluc can't wait to taste it again.

Gently spreading you're legs apart, he was met by your slightly wet pussy, he can practically feel his mouth watering with hunger for you. Diluc tested the waters buy liking your clit with the tip of his tongue, you didn't move. He felt his heartbeat increasing by the second. He was still afraid to wake you up, deep down, he wants to keep his title as your good boy despite him defiling you right now.

'Fuck it.' And he just shoves his face between your legs, lapping your juices and sucking on your clit. He can hear you let out a few whimpers, Diluc's never heard that before! Usually you're the one that always makes him moan and scream, this time he can actually hear you make lewd sounds! And boy does he love it, the noises you make irks him on even more.

He sucked even harder on your clit and that's when you let out a moan that just straight up went to his cock.

"D-Diluc?" He looked up and there you were, with tired eyes that looked so so cute. But he didn't stop sucking though and you kept moaning. "Ughh, baby.... Mhhhm, baby, what are you- Ohhh!" His tongue grazed your hole, which made you jump. And now you're holding his head and shoving it down even more, as you grind your cunt on his face. "Ohhh, that feels so good, Luc." You moaned out.

Diluc loves it, the way you just grind on him mouth, loves how much juices your giving him. He just really loves you.

And you came hard on his mouth, which he of course as a good boy, swallowed.

Your head fell back onto the bed. Tired from your post orgasm. You felt your Diluc suck a few more times to clean up your cunt before slipping beside you.

You rised up and open your arms for him, and he gladly welcomed himself into your warmth, laying his head between your boobies.

"What was that for, love?" You asked him. He felt his heart clench. Did you not like it? And now he's gonna lose his good boy privileges.

"You didn't feel good, Mommy?" He asked with a broken tone, looking up at you to see that you're already staring at him.

"Of course I did, silly!" You laughed a little, "I think I was just surprised, my baby boy, doing something so naughty." You booped his nose as he smiled a little.

When you told Kaeya about Diluc and your kinks and stuff, you knew he was gonna go to Diluc to embarrass and probably suggest something to him. But you never expected Kaeya to tell Diluc to eat you out in your sleep!

You did purposely do that so Diluc would have motivation for a little spice. And you got it, and boy did it feel amazing.

"But was I good?"

"You always are, baby."

With that, he nuzzled his face at your chest lovingly.

"But..."

His ears perked up. "It's not fair that Mommy's the only one to cum right?" You asked teasingly.

And then he felt it, the painfully hard cock still confined within his pants. You start to rub it with your leg.

You are gonna give him a lot tonight.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

"Ahhh... Mommy, please.... ughh." You stroked his messy red hair as you savagely went up and down on his cock, squeezing it so good with your delicious pussy walls.

And he let out a low grunt as he came once again, he's so tired from cumming so many times inside you already. But just looking at your face and down to where you two connect makes him hard all over again. It just feels too good to stop.

"That's right." You roll your hips around before slamming back down to take all of him. "Moan for me, baby. Tell Mommy what you want." You grabbed his hands and guide them to cup and fondle your boobs as you ride him.

He came so many times that there's only a little bit coming out when he hits his peak.

"P-please, make me cum inside you again." He said while holding back a few moans.

He lets out a growl after he came out for the last time and you felt his seed pour into your cunt that's already full of his cum.

Getting up from his dick, his and your cum starts to drip down your thighs.

You sat down between his legs and spread you thighs to show him your pussy stuffed full of your shared cum. "Oh, baby. Look at that, you came so much, huh?" You giggled as it dripped out of you.

"M-Mommy, please keep it inside." He whispered in a low voice, making you smile even more. Exhaustion was shown all over his features. You knew that he did feel better if you keep all his cum inside you every time you make him cum so many times.

You giggled again, "Alright, baby. Go to sleep, maybe we'll do this again tomorrow morning." He nodded before closing his eyes.

But before you can even lay next to him, his eyes opened up immediately.

"Why did you tell Kaeya?"

Oh, right. Hehe.

[brownluva]

𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀 || 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

(NSFW BELOW, MDNI)

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

[ 𝟭𝟬:𝟭𝟱𝗽𝗺 ]

You two gently swayed together in each other’s arms, dancing in tandem with the Christmas music that played in the background of your shared home.

The only thing illuminating you two were the lights from the Christmas tree, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies, much more soothing compared to the cold outside.

Your heartbeats synced with one another. Moments like these are priceless with him.

Taiju Shiba, known to the world as the former 10th generation black dragon leader. And older brother of Yuzuha and Hakkai Shiba. But to you, he was your beloved husband.

The same man that so many feared was here dancing with you, holding you close in his arms, and whispering sweetened words of love to you.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. There, he held it. And you. His arm that was snaked around your waist had pulled you closer to him. His other hand entangled in yours, held it tightly.

You couldn’t help but giggle as he gently peppered kisses on your face and neck, appreciating the beauty he could call his own.

The beauty gifted to him by god that he knew he didn’t deserve, but savored and cherished nonetheless.

[ 𝟭𝟬:𝟯𝟬𝗽𝗺 ]

“Ah! Tai!!” A cry of pleasure, hands flying down to grab at his hair. He was in between your legs, devouring your sweetness. He hummed in approval as your back arched off of the bed, a shaky exhale escaping from you. Once more he came up, sucking on your clit, it always made you thighs twitch and heart race. His hands had gently parted your thighs, now resting on his strong broad shoulders.

“Oh, Tai! Tai—Aaah!” You moaned, gripping on his hair tighter. You were close, and he knew it too. He continued his ministrations, licking, sucking—savoring. He would swivel his head from side to side occasionally, loving the way your slickness would wet his mouth. Soon to be drenched from your release.

Your hips bucked a bit, your heart could practically be heard beating out of you, beads of sweat coming down your trembling thighs as that final hard suck on your clit became your undoing, bringing in your 2nd orgasm of the night.

You stilled for a moment, head thrown back in pure bliss and tightened thighs around his skull that would slowly loosen overtime, twitching as they did. Taiju continued to kiss and lick at your sweetness, cleaning you up from your orgasm.

Your back slowly lowered onto the bed, your grip on his hair finally released, hands falling limply onto the bed. Taiju gently entangled one of his hands into yours, coming up to gently kiss at your thigh, all while speaking sweetened words of comfort to coax you back to him.

A calloused hand gently caressed your thigh, as he kissed the other. These same hands that whenever touched someone, brought nothing but destruction, misery—and pain. So much pain.

But with you, only pleasure. Comfort. He hummed in approval, yellow eyes following up you, accompanied with a small smile. “So beautiful ..” he murmured against your thigh, kissing it once more before coming up to kiss you—not before showing the same amount of love and affection to your stomach, breasts, neck and finally—lips.

You gently cradled his face in your hands, deepening it as you did so. He moaned lightly into the kiss. The time had finally come, it was just twitching in anticipation. His own pleasure could wait, just as long as he caused yours first.

It always had to be you.

His lips traveled to your neck, gently placing kisses on it once more.

“You ready angel?” He asked, his hands gently caressing your thighs.

“Mhm, I trust you Tai. I love you..”

He kissed you again, and you kissed him back with just as much passion and tenacity as you always did. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You two were already naked, bodies semi covered with the sheets and blanket.

One hand was pumping himself as he brought the monstrous serpent he called an appendage to your softened core, beads of precum already spilling from it.

He gently swiped it up and down, smearing all of your previous actives (and soon to come) together.

His started breathing heavy in anticipation, his lips parting from you to look into your eyes. His own clouded and filled with lust, while yours seemed like they glowed passionately in the moonlit room.

He kissed you once more, moving into the crevice of your neck before slowly pushing in. You both gasped, your back arched and arms immediately wrapping under him. He buried himself inside of you, all the way down to the hilt. There, he stilled. Twitching inside of you. His teeth grazing your neck, a shaky exhale emitting from him.

“Mnn fuck ..” He groaned.

“Tai! Tai!!” You moaned once more. That’s all he needed to hear, he began moving his hips into deep, heavy strokes inside of you. Sweet and slow of course. He wanted to savior this. Savor you. His arms wrapped under you, one under your waist and another under your back, gently holding the back of your head, his fingers entangling themselves in your hair.

Your head went back once more, moans and cries of pleasure escaping from your lips. Taiju moaned and groaned with you, although a bit more quieter, he wanted to hear you. All of you. The squelching of your wetness as he grinded into you down to the sweet moans you would give him.

“Tai … Tai faster. Please.”

“Anything for you, angel …”

He meant that. Whatever you wanted, you can have it. His body, mind, or soul.

His hips went faster, dipping into you. A loud moan coming from the both of you due to the sudden change in pleasure. He began licking and sucking at your neck.

Surely going to leave marks. But you didn’t care, your nails sunk into his back. Dragging down, surely to leave marks as well.

His thrusting soon picking up in more than just pace, but tenacity and ferociousness. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Angel .. mnn shit .. gonna cum soon gorgeous ..”

“M-me too! Ahaaaaa!”

Another cry of pleasure, he moved to your long awaiting lips. Kissing them, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling around one another.

If this pleasure was such a sin, then call him a sinner. And he’ll beg for forgiveness every time, but could this pleasure be such a sin?

The warmth and wetness of you always sucking him in, the relentless love and kindness you always showed him regardless of how much he thought he didn’t deserve it. But there you were, always reassuring him.

Every kiss, every embrace, every laugh, every warm smile, every spoken word of love and reassurance—you. Surely this couldn’t be such a sin?

His breath became labored, sign of his oncoming release as hips slammed into yours. He had wanted this to be slow and passionate, but the way you were squeezing and squelching around him was enough to drive him crazy.

He held you tighter to him, fear of losing himself or even worser—you.

“Tai—Tai I’m cu—mm!”

He kissed you, his own confirmation to you as well of his impending release.

One deep stroke. Two. Three. Release.

I love you.

You clung to him as he clung to you, a cry of his name silenced with the searing kiss he had you locked into.

God he was so much. Filling you all the way up you could’ve sworn some was leaking out of you, but you were too fucked out of your mind to care. Lost in the passion, the pleasure .. him.

He groaned into your mouth, body stilled to hold the embrace. Tears fell from your eyes once you finally reopened them, and he released your kiss. He panted above you, still inside but had long since softened.

Your thighs twitched, your body numb and chest heaving. Head limply falling to the side, he stared down at you. Eyes taking in the sight before him, the sight only he was allowed to see. Burning it into his memory.

He gently wiped your tear away, turning your head so he could kiss away the other.

His sweetened words, formed into a careful whisper in your ears. You couldn’t help it. More tears flowed down, and he kissed them away each time, in between his affirmations of love for you. Only you.

Like the newly turned gentleman he is, he gently picked up your body and flipped you two over so that you were on top, straddling his lap. There in this position, he could hold you, and continue his previous ministrations.

His hand came up to hold the back of your head, once more pulling you into a kiss, his arm wrapping around your waist. He moved down, beginning to plant kisses along the hickeys placed on your neck.

You had since caught your breath, and was just enjoying the affectionate, calm, gentle side the no one ever got to see. But that was for a later time.

Now it was just you two.

“Y/n..”

“Yeah?”

“I love you ..”

“I love you too, Taiju ..”

Exchanged words of affirmation, sealed with another moonlit kiss.

Amen.

[kithes4yuta]

Pairing: Boyfriend! Wheeler Yuta x you!!

Warnings: None, fluffy <33

W/C: 729

Grand Slam was today, the numbers on your watch pacing at 3:37 PM. A sigh elicits your mouth as your eyes flutter closed, throwing yourself onto the small couch in your changing room. Your heartbeat speeding as you feel a presence.

"Hey, babe." Your boyfriend, Wheeler Yuta, said as he presses a kiss onto your forehead. "Hey, baby!" You blurt out, still obviously startled. Yuta chuckles as he realized you were still shaken up. A hand placing onto your back as he rubs it to calm you down.

"Sorry for scaring you, I didn't know you were asleep."

"I was awake, Yoots. Don't worry about it, you didn't scare me."

He beams a small smile, a signature move from the ravenette man. Wheeler wraps one of his arms around your waist as he pulls you off the small sofa you were residing on. "Lets get you all dolled up, babe." He says as he interlaces his fingers with yours.

As the two of you walk through the hallways of the Artur Ash stadium you bump into Sariyah, one of your long time friends from when you were in WWE, a small smile appears on your face as you greet her. "Hey Sari! Wait, Sari?" A thousand words cloud your mind, as you start to pull your hand away from Wheeler's to wrap Sariyah into a hug.

"Oh! This was supposed to be a secret!"

"Oops, I'll keep this hush-hush. Don't worry!"

"You weren't supposed to know in general! Plus, you're a blabber mouth!"

You gasped in a reaction of fake shock, pulling away from the hug. A hand slips over to the small of your back, it was Yuta's. The taller man shoots you a small smile, a mutual signal between the two of you meaning that we should go.

"Bye, Sari! I'll see you later."

"Good luck on your match, love!"

Your smile shined like diamonds in the sun to Yuta. He reddened as soon as he had realized that you caught him staring. A hand, your hand, made its way to his. Interlacing your fingers with his as you began your stroll backstage to the make-up station.

"Oh! Hey Y/N!" Said one of your favorite stylists, Erika.

"Hello, Eri!" You responded, yanking Yuta with you as you sped walked to her. A small yelp elicits out of his mouth causing you to stop in your tracks, a wave of concern hit you.

"You okay, Yoots?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me."

"I'm sorry, my love."

"It's fine."

"Ew, stop being like Sammy and Tay." Erika interrupted the sweet moment between the two of you. Chuckles erupting from the other side of the room, you roll your eyes.

An ass soon makes its way to a chair as Erika gets your hair ready. Yuta crouches a bit before he speaks, well, more so whispers. "I'm going to get ready, I'll be in the locker room. I love you." His lips connect with yours before he leaves.

"You really love him, don't you?" Erika asks, their eyebrow cocks in your direction as a huge smile plasters on your face. "I do, I really fucking do." You say catching a breath as you knew you were going to ramble on about Yuta.

"Like we got room service yesterday and I hate talking to people so he picks up the phone and orders my room service for me! Last week we were at my dad's house and Yuta shook his hand and asked about my dad's football team winning! I never even told him my dads favorite team!" You stopped to take a breather.

"I write him love letters when we aren't with each other. Whenever he holds my hand its like my stomach has a little earthquake. His laugh is my favorite song, especially when he laughs at my jokes. I love the way he pokes his tongue out of the corner of his mouth when he's focused in training. I love his eyes. I love his smile. God, his smile! It's like he is an angel and this is his way of making me believe in God. He's so... Perfect."

"You two are the definition of she fell first but he fell harder."

"She is right." Yuta says, before going back to going on his phone.

"Wait, you were here the whole time?"

"Heard everything, babe."

[asmoswhoreandmore]

Angst with mammon/asmodeus

so I decided to write some angst with mammon/asmodeus.

I may decide to write to more but for now this is chapter one 

Let me know if yall like it!!

TW: Mentions of depression, Cheating, Angst, drinking, You are already with Mammon but he’s a bit of slut lol, this is mostly vent art lmao.

Again chapter 1:

You ran out of the room, choking back tears, hearing those moans made you regret coming back when you thought he would be waiting for you. Mammon with some Witch saying things you know he would regret. 

In some club spending money on demons, he shouldn’t be with. Smoke clouded your face as you tried to exit the club, pushing past demons, you didn’t know but all knew you as Mammon’s bitch. 

He was your first and you were his second best. It felt like your whole world flipped and with that so did your stomach, you needed the bathroom.  

As There was no going back all those innocent memories now stained with sin and broken like glass. You were holding your stomach as you ran past Asmodeus surrounded by demons trying to buy him a drink. He smiled full of pride that he was able to cultivate such a following wherever he went. When he saw you pushing past creatures in the club hyperventilating and clutching your stomach.

Now he was concerned.

“Excuse me my loves but I must be on my way” He slinked out of the circles of admirers.He called your name but the music was too loud and, your heartbeat was so strong it was all that you were able to hear in your head. Asmodeus sighed and quietly followed behind you trying to keep up with your erratic running.  When you finally found the bathroom, Asmodeus was already there.

“Hey, angel you alright-”

thunk

You fell into his arms unable to keep yourself stable any longer, tears stinging in your eyes as you looked up at the fallen angel. You were about to cry when you started to gag, alarmed Asmodeus got you into a stall fast.                        

He loved you but he didn’t love the idea of you vomiting on his new outfit. As you puked your guts in the toilet he held your hair up. When you finally were able to stop, you just sobbed.

“You feeling better hun?”  he asked concern dripping into his voice. He had never seen you cry before and, it deeply frightened him. He’d overheard conversations where your family only called to tell you how much you were fucking up, and you would walk out of the room fine. He’d seen you unable to clean your room or check your D.D.D for weeks then, pick yourself back up without even mentioning the time passed. The point is you never cried like this.                                                                                                                       

Like your heart was breaking, the pain in your sobs was something he couldn’t ignore. It was something that filled him with great distress.  Looking up at a demon while sobbing was something you never thought you’d do. You felt so small, what the fuck were you thinking?  The sadness was swallowing you whole, you tried so hard for him. Just for him to be with someone else, he heard every pain, every heartache you went through. Just for this.

You stood up, tears running down your face. Despite the sobbing, your voice sounded hollow.

“I’m fine, everything's fine.”  You looked down at Asmodeus who was still shocked at the quick turnaround of emotions.  “You sure hun? What happened?” 

You paused wanting to tell him, but you didn’t want to be pitiful. You didn’t want to be something to fix. It felt so painful like your emotions were tearing you apart but, you refused to break over this.

“You got any makeup?” Your voice was empty but raw   .Asmodeus still stunned just stood up and, silently passed you his bag.“Thanks, I can’t go out looking like someone punched me” you smiled at him. He just stared back with a confused look in his eyes.You started rummaging to find some concealer, as Asmodeus tried to process what the fuck just happened.

How could someone be in so much pain, then just stop?“   Are all humans like this?” he accidentally muttered out loud

“What?” you said back“ Oh dear, nothing let me help you with that makeup” he smiled and, walked you to the mirror so he could better apply it to your eyes.Once he finished you looked better, than you when you first tried to find Mammon.“There you go! Good as new darling.”  He smiled brightly at you while you looked in the mirror.

“ Damn I look good, thanks,” you said while admiring his handiwork.A sigh of relief passed through as you realized at least Mammon didn’t know how hurt you were. No one had to know this slip-up you had. Even Asmodeus didn’t know anything and he was right there.  Thank god. This nightmare can be over soon,

“Are you sure your good?” Asmodeus asked and tried to touch your shoulder, but you jerked yourself away. “Yeah, just drank too much ya know?”

 You laughed but it was empty. Asmodeus just sighed, humans wore him out. Especially you. You were lying, but you didn’t feel like getting in touch with your emotions with a demon.

“Gotta go, Thanks for the touch-up!” then you nonchalantly slipped out of the bathroom before Asmodeus could say anything back. You hoped and prayed Asmodeus wouldn't investigate but even if he did all he would find is Mammon's mistake and your misplaced trust.  When you left the bathroom, you realized Asmodeus should be the least of your worries. A crowd had gathered around the bathroom you had run into. And all their eyes were on you. Fuck fuck fuck was all you could think as your mind drew blanks. Pushing past the crowd was the only thing that made sense at the time. When you finally made your way to the bar, it felt like you aged several years. God, demons are hard to push past you thought as you downed a shot.

"Mc?" you heard a familiar voice behind you. You let the shot glass down slowly, a clink as it hit the counter. 

Panic rising in your gut. You had one thought

 "Fuck it's Mammon".

[bi-disaster-kit-herondale]

Shadowhunter ships told by Fearless (tv) and Lover

this one’s for the swifties :)

yes there are a lot but i promise it’s worth it

come in with the rain ~ Tessa & Will

“Just know I’m right here hoping that you’ll come in with the rain. I’ve watched you so long, screamed your name. I don’t know what else I can say. I’ll leave my window open.”

bye bye baby ~ Kit & Ty

“I still love you but I can’t. Bye-bye to everything I thought was on my side. Bye-bye baby. I want you bad, but it’s come down to nothing. And all I have is your sympathy ‘cause you took me home, but you just couldn’t keep me”

hey stephen ~ Clary & Jace

“I can’t help it if you look like an angel. Can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you. Can’t help it if there’s no one else”

LOTS more under cut

i think he knows ~ Cecily & Gabriel

“He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue. Got that, ah, I mean wanna see what’s under that attitude, like I want you, bless my soul. And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows”

cruel summer ~ Lucie & Jesse

“And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate. And I screamed for whatever it’s worth ‘I love you,’ ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

paper rings ~ Magnus & Alec

“Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life. I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings uh-huh, that’s right. Darling, you’re the one I want”

fearless ~ Julian & Emma

“In this moment now, capture it, remember it. ‘Cause I don’t know how it gets better than this. You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless. And I don’t know why but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless.”

jump then fall ~ Gideon & Sophie

“You got the keys to me. I love each freckle on your face, oh. I’ve never been so wrapped up, honey. I like the way you’re everything I ever wanted. I had time to think it over, and all I can say is come closer.”

forever and always (piano version) ~ Maia & Jordan

“I was there when you said, “forever and always”. Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide, like a scared little boy. I looked into you eyes, thought I knew you for a minute, now I’m not so sure.”

false god ~ Jem & Tessa

“But we might just get away with it. Religion’s in your lips. Even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship. We might just get away with it. The altar is my hips. Even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship this love.”

miss americana & the heartbreak prince ~ Simon & Izzy

“Oh, I just thought you should know, you should know, it’s you and me. There’s nothing like this Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince. We’re so sad, we paint the town blue. Voted most likely to run away with you. And I don’t want you to go.”

we were happy ~ Cordelia & James

“When it was good baby, it was good, baby. We showed ‘em all up. No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark. Talking ‘bout your daddy’s farm we were gonna buy someday. And we were happy.”

the archer ~ Alastair & Thomas

“Help me hold onto you. I’ve been the archer. I’ve been the prey. Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay? ‘Cause they see right through me. They see right through me.”

the other side of the door ~ Mark & Kieran

“I said, “Leave”, but all I really want is you to stand outside my window, throwin’ pebbles screamin’ “I’m in love with you”. Wait there in the pourin’ rain, comin’ back for more. And don’t you leave.”

fifteen ~ Cristina & Diego

“When you’re 15 and somebody tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them. And when you’re 15 and your first kiss makes your head spin ‘round, well in your life you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team.”

it’s nice to have a friend ~ Bat & Maia

“Sun sinks down, no curfew, 20 questions, we tell the truth. You been stressed out lately, yeah, me too. Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand. It’s nice to have a friend.”

afterglow ~ Anna & Ariadne

“It’s all me, just don’t go, meet me in the afterglow. Tell me that you’re still mine, tell me that we’ll be just fine. Even when I lose my mind. I need to say, tell me that it’s not my fault. Tell me that I’m all you want, even when I break your heart.”

lover ~ Diana & Gwyn

“And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years? Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close, forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home.”

don’t you ~ Matthew & Cordelia

“My heart knows what the truth is. I swore I wouldn’t do this. But don’t you, don’t you smile at me and ask me how I’ve been. Don’t you say you’ve missed me if you don’t want me again. You don’t know how much I feel, I love you still.”

white horse ~ Jessamine & Nate

“Stupid girl, I should’ve known, I should’ve known. That I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairytale. I’m not the one you’ll sweep of her feet, lead her up the stairwell. This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.”

forever and always ~ Magnus & Camille

“You looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. Were you just kidding? ‘Cause it seems to me this thing is breaking down, we almost never speak. I don’t feel welcome anymore.”

tell me why ~ Alastair & Charles

“You tell me that you want me, and cut me down. Well, I’m sick and tired of your reasons. I’ve got no one to believe in. You ask me for my love, then you push me around.”

the way i loved you ~ Emma & Julian

“And you were wild and crazy. Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated. Got away by some mistake and now… I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. It’s 2am and I’m cursing your name. So in love that I acted insane. And that’s the way I loved you.”

mr. perfectly fine ~ Cordelia & James

“It’s such a shame. ‘Cause I was Ms. “Here to stay”, Now I’m Ms. “Gonna be alright, someday”. And someday, maybe you’ll miss me, but by then, you’ll be Mr. “Too late”. Goodbye, Mr. “Perfectly fine” How’s your heart after breaking mine?”

cornelia street ~ Tessa & Will

“I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends. I’d never walk Cornelia Street again. That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend. I’d never walk Cornelia Street again. And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name.”

daylight ~ Jem & Tessa

“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. (I can never look away) I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. (Things will never be the same) I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night. (Now I’m wide awake).”

death by a thousand cuts ~ Ty & Kit

“And what once was ours is no one’s now. I see you everywhere the only thing we share is this small town. You said it was a great love, one for the ages. But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages? ‘Cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts. Flashbacks waking me up.”

change ~ Charlotte & Henry

“Because these things will change. Can you feel it now? These walls they put up to hold us back will fall down. It’s a revolution, the time will come for us to finally win. And we’ll sing hallelujah.”

today was a fairytale ~ Gabriel & Cecily

“Nothing made sense ‘til the time I saw your face. Today was a fairytale. Time slows down, whenever you’re around, yeah. But can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me. Fell in love when I saw you standing there.”

love story ~ Helen & Aline

“I close my eyes and the flashbacks start, I’m standing there. On a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns. See you make your way through the crowd, and say “Hello”. Little did I know.”

breathe ~ Magnus & Alec (tw: page. 511)

“And we know it’s never simple, never easy. Never a clean break, no one here to save me. You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand. And I can’t breathe without you.”

soon you’ll get better ~ Jace & Clary

“I’ll paint the kitchen neon, I’ll brighten up the sky. I know I’ll never get it, there’s not a day that I won’t try. And I say to you… Ooh-ah soon, you’ll get better. Ooh-ah, soon you’ll get better. Ooh-ah, soon you’ll get better. ‘Cause you have to.”

you belong with me ~ Cordelia & James

“And you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town, I haven’t seen it in a while since she brought you down. You say, “You’re fine”, I know you better than that. Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?”

sorry about all the angst but i’m sure y’all can tell which parts of the story the songs apply to. if you’ve made it this far i love you.