#hopefully it goes smoothly so I can get back into everything quickly

[derelictheretic]

gpu swap over commencing today everyone cross ur fingers for my computer

[hypnagogics]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeah🧍🏻‍♀️can you write something about streamer ellie <33

☆: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.

◇: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...

You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bed—you observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.

"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckin’ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.

You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationship—Ellie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.

"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.

Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."

Fast forward to now—the device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.

So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.

She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.

"Alright, the next round’s gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.” She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just of—ah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.

She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.

As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.

"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whine—a low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.

You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought. 

Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.

“What? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so close—hnn- so…so closeahh—I mean, we should've gotten that…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the desk’s wooden surface. “Y’know what, I'll be right back.” She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.

You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.” Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, “Well I didn't know it was that strong.” “You knew damn well.” She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, “Fuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.”

You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, “Only if you stream it.” The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.

“What the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.”

“Hey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?”

You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.

Then she turns the stream back on. “Sorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.” She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.

You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.

“Ah—fuck!” She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.

You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.

“Holy, fu—hah!!” With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.

She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.

Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.

“Hmmm, thanks babe, that was so good…” She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.

“You're a whore.” You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.

Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.

Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.

She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, “I wasn't able to turn my mic off…”

What was she going to do now?

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[salem-witch-slut]

Of Bartenders and Bodyguards

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader x Abby Anderson

SYNOPSIS: After a disaster goes down at the bar the night before Thanksgiving, Abby and Ellie come to your rescue and the two quickly become all you can think about.

WARNINGS: Offensive words used (such as dyke, rape), mentions of sexual assault, alcohol, Ellie typical violence, polyamory, reader described as femme

WORD COUNT: 4.8K

A/N: You guys have been waiting for this one to come back. So here's this, and I'm currently working on a part 2, so look out for that!

Dividers made by @cafekitsune

The night started out as any other night.

Prep for service, make ordered drinks, clean up after, check IDs to make sure the bouncer at the door didn’t overlook anything, and stay vigilant in order to not let anything bad happen in the club. After doing this for 3 years, you could say she was a bit of an expert on spotting bullshit and diffusing chaos. She’s seen it all and dealt with it all.

“Ready for tonight?” The auburn-haired bartender glanced up from the countertop, pausing her knife strokes in cutting up various fruits she knew that she would need for the many cocktails she would make that evening. Leaning on the freshly wiped down countertop, the tall and muscular blonde woman wearing that freshly ironed button-up black collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up just under her elbows and the matching black dress pants. Her hair was pulled back in that same braid she almost always had, and those black fingerless gloves that the bartender had a massive thing for all the time.

“Psssh,” The bartender smirked, handing the headset over from under the countertop and watching the blonde hook it up to her ear. “I’m a professional, always.”

“Try not to threaten anyone tonight, Ellie?”

“I’m good, Abby. 100 percent. The gun will stay under the counter, I promise.”

Abby smirked before she watched Ellie offer her a glass from under the countertop. Before Abby could accept it, she raised a brow and smelled the liquid in the glass. “Just seltzer, right?”

“Dude, I’m not trying to get fuckin’ fired tonight,” Ellie began placing several bottles underneath the bar and folded up some of the towels under the counter, lining the edge of her station. She looked at the clock and saw it was 8:47 PM. Only a little while longer until the doors opened up.

Abby quickly downed said seltzer and left the glass on the countertop, giving Ellie a small wink before she took her own place at the front of the club to watch everything that was going on. All of the workers were bustling around to get ready for tonight’s service. It was bound to be insane; it was something that the service industry called Black Wednesday. An influx of out-of-towners would be flooding inside the day before Thanksgiving and the max capacity would be reached in a matter of an hour.

When the clock struck 9, patrons began to flood in almost uncontrollably. Abby was her usual broody self, standing in the corner, prepared to throw someone out in a moment’s notice, watching over everything like some gargoyle on the rooftop of a chapel.

Her arms were crossed, accentuating those gorgeous muscles in that shirt as the hours carried on until almost midnight. She had thrown out several individuals so far, and Ellie had been true to her word; the pistol under the counter for emergencies had stayed strapped to the wood, the safety on, but preloaded and ready to use just in case. Hopefully it wouldn’t be like it was on Halloween when Ellie genuinely had to threaten someone before they jumped over the counter.

The night had been going smoothly so far… So far.

The next flood of customers came in, and Abby had seen many individuals enter the bar that night… she’s seen so many girls come in, wearing the shortest skirts and the tightest dresses known to mankind, and she didn’t ever bat an eye… Until she saw you.

When you entered the club, her heart skipped and she openly gaped. She had never seen anybody quite like you before… A wine-colored blouse with off-shoulder bell sleeves down to your wrists, and a white pleated skirt that was short enough to cover your rear but leave almost all of your thigh on display. And somehow, you found red heels the same shade as your shirt, which anyone knew was nearly impossible. There was a gilded hairclip in your locks in the shape of a rose, the edges golden and shiny, and there was a butterfly tattoo on the back of your neck.

Abby’s never faltered before… well, maybe when she met Ellie for the first time during her training? But beyond that, she’s never been speechless before. There was only one problem, though… That man with his arm wrapped around your waist, skimming dangerously close to your ass. Every few seconds, you would force his hand back up, but he would continue to push the envelope, pissing him off by the millisecond.

When you two sat down at the bar, the man snapped his fingers in Ellie’s direction as she spoke to another patron. At hearing the sound of fingers snapping over the booming music, followed up by a whistle, she openly rolled her eyes at the man who dare interrupt her.

“I’ll be right with you,” She snapped, accepting the $100 that the other patron gave her. She folded up the bill, stuffed it into her apron pocket before standing in front of the arrogant man, and then she looked at you. Her cheeks went pink, and she had to grab at her shirt for a second to calm herself down.

You were gorgeous… But you looked embarrassed. Was it because the man called Ellie over like she was a fucking dog?

“What can I get you two?” She spoke mostly to you, watching as your eyes lit up and you smiled warmly. It made her feel fuzzy inside for a second and she almost jumped out of her skin at hearing Abby’s voice inside of her headset.

“She’s adorable, isn’t she?” The blonde smirked, forcing Ellie to look up for a second. She resisted the urge to flip Abby off and waited patiently for the order.

“Two margaritas,” The man spoke quickly, and without even looking in your direction. You had this face of disdain and before you could speak out, he hushed you. “You’ll love it, I promise. Best thing this place has to offer.”

“Actually,” Ellie butted in. “All of our drinks are good, so she doesn’t need to get—”

“Did I ask for your opinion?” The man barked, his unkempt brows creasing with aggression. Ellie didn’t even flinch but looked disgusted as she turned to look at you, seeing the poor puppy-dog eyes from you and all of her anger began to melt away at how guilty you acted. Of course, the bastard man wasn’t done insulting her yet. “Just do your job, dyke.”

“Michael!” You shouted, your voice almost piercing the air as you bristled with this uncomfortable air around you. He barely even looked at you as Ellie leaned on the counter for a second, licking at her lips and giving a soft little click to the underside of her teeth before walking off and doing what he asked for.

“C’mon baby, she was askin’ for that,” The man, Michael, reached out and gently grabbed at your chin. Even from where she was standing, Abby could see you were uncomfortable. And when Ellie returned with the drinks, Michael reached down once again and this time, grabbed a handful of your ass. Abby’s fist curled into the fabric of her shirt, and she seethed with anger at how you reacted. It would be different if you liked what he did, but you looked disgusted.

Very carefully, you grabbed at the drink in front of you and gave a little sip before immediately putting it down. It was clear that you didn’t like it but couldn’t speak out because of the death grip this asshole had on you. His hand was now on your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt, and you looked absolutely frozen in fear, like a deer in headlights.

It wasn’t until everyone was distracted that Abby saw something that had her moving almost instantly in your direction. One of the servers dropped a glass on the ground and the sound had everyone, including you, looking in that direction. And in that split second moment, your so-called date slipped something into your drink.

The packet of white powder was dumped in the liquid and fizzed before dissolving almost immediately.  When you went back to the drink to try it again, a hand closed around the glass, making you look up in surprise. Abby took the glass from your hands, putting it on the counter and leaning down to speak so you didn’t need to strain to hear her.

“Don’t drink that, sweetheart.”

Abby felt you shiver as she gently released your wrist, looking at the man next to you who was glaring at her, fire burning in his eyes. Before he could say a single thing, Abby got Ellie’s attention as she was in the middle of handing off a scotch to another customer.

“Ellie, call the police,” Abby said without hesitation, making you immediately fear for the worst. The drink in front of you looked unsuspecting, and then Abby watched you slowly dip your pinky finger into the alcoholic beverage. Everybody watched as your blue nail polish turned purple and your entire face twisted in abstract rage.

“You tried to…” Michael stood out of his seat, almost like he was going to run away. Your voice faltered as you looked at Ellie, and then to Abby, your heart twisting uncomfortably in your chest. Almost like an instinct, your fists curled into the fabric of your dress. “Why?”

“Come on baby,” Michael smirked. “You been playin’ hard to get for weeks now. You come out, dressed like that, and think I ain’t fuckin’ tonight?”

His entire demeanor made Abby even more pissed off. She heard Ellie call the police almost immediately after he spoke and very cautiously approached the man. “Sir, you’re gonna want to stay away from her.”

“Don’t even try that shit,” Michael jeered, still grinning like a wolf. “Look at her; she’s askin’ for it.”

Very slowly, you sat back down on your stool and felt a single tear race down your cheek. Michael wasn’t the nicest person, but he never acted like this before… Was tonight just a ploy to get you in bed with him? You had been seeing him for a few weeks now, and every time you gave a small kiss on his cheek before you went back home.

And each time, he acted more and more agitated and short-fused. And now it was making sense why; Michael was pissed you didn’t put out on day one… That’s what you get for using Tinder, huh?

Ellie could see your hands shaking as you went to clutch at your chest, trying not to look at Michael and focus on anything else. Ellie hung up the phone and looked at Abby, simply holding up four fingers and then tapping the inside of her wrist. After working with each other for 3 years, they knew how to communicate basic things without needing words. The cops would be there in four minutes, and she told Abby to restrain him.

“You need to back off, now,” Abby said, calmly and collectively. Michael was on the opposite end of the spectrum and began screaming immediately.

“Don’t fucking talk to me, bitch! I’m not goin’ anywhere,” He got closer and closer to Abby and you began to get back off the stool, backing away and nearly stepping into another patron in the process. Michael noticed this, and he went to reach for your arm… and then, all hell broke loose.

Abby reacted first. Her veined hand wrapped around Michael’s wrist and she pulled his entire arm over his head, grabbing the back of his shirt and slamming his face down onto the counter. Ellie watched as the man struggled, kicking at Abby’s shins to try and get her to let go. The sound of a gun cocking had Michael finally going still and he looked up, staring down the barrel of a pistol in Ellie’s hand.

“Think again, motherfucker,” Ellie hissed, her tattooed arm flexing as she held the gun to his face. The safety was still on, but she wouldn’t hesitate to fire a clip directly into his skull if necessary. The look of terror on your face spoke volumes as you wrapped both arms around your body and began to slowly sink down onto the floor. Tears flowed freely and you curled in on yourself… It was truly a heartbreaking sight to see.

When the cops finally showed up, Abby all but tossed Michael in their direction, watching the man get shoved in the back of a police car. And unfortunately, because of this kind of incident, the bar had to be shut down. Police were swarming all over the place, and the owner decided the best course of action was to close the doors for the night. It would kill his revenue, but it was better than people being scared away by the police.

Abby was the first to give her statement to the cops, and then Ellie, and finally, you.

You had mostly been in shock the entire time, sitting on an outside seat as the officer questioned you. He asked you if this kind of thing had happened before, to which you responded no, but gave him the details about how Michael got more and more aggressive with each date you two went on.

As you sat there, with your face in your hands, you could hear the cops talking as they ran a screening on Michael… “Fake ID. Mitchell Loomis, arrested for aggravated and sexual assault… was released on parole last month.”

And then suddenly, you felt like the biggest idiot in the world. You willingly went out with a criminal. And not just any kind of criminal; no, you were dating a rapist! And had it not been for Abby and Ellie, you would have probably been next! You looked up at the two women who acted like your guardian angels that night, and you immediately started crying again.

Your sobs were so quiet that no one could hear you. Ellie was too busy beating herself up, looking down at her shoes and grumbling in anger. “Fuck, they were sitting right in front of me. How did I not see it?”

Abby frowned, putting a hand on her shoulder. “El, it’s the busiest damn night of the year. One person can’t see everything… that’s why I’m there to watch your back, yeah?”

“I know,” Ellie sighed, rubbing at her forehead and flinching at the cold air ruffling up her short auburn locks. The November air was especially brutal tonight, and Ellie suddenly got worried about you. Considering what you had been wearing, you must have been freezing. She looked over and saw you curled forward in the chair, your entire face buried into your thighs as your tears stained the fabric of your skirt. “Shit, poor thing…”

“Come on,” Abby tugged on Ellie’s sleeve before they both approached you. When Ellie reached down to gently place a hand on your shoulder, you shot back up, eyes wide and bloodshot with fear before you relaxed, seeing their faces.

“Easy, easy…” Abby knelt down in front of you, reaching her hand out and gently placing the warm skin against your cheek. You immediately grabbed at her wrist and pushed your face into her palm, tears staining her knuckles as your makeup smeared. Even with your runny mascara and lipstick stains on your face, you still looked beautiful even in this moment. “You’re okay… you’re fine, it’s alright.”

“I feel… so stupid…” You said through hiccups, tears tracking down your cheeks. You stared into Abby’s gunmetal blue irises, trying to find a reason to calm down. It felt like someone was squeezing her heart, you looked so shattered. “H-how could I… n-not see this coming?”

“It’s okay,” Ellie sat on the table next to you, reaching out and gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear before she softly caressed your jaw. The action was comforting, even if her hands had rough callouses on them. “It could’ve happened to anybody, you know… I’m actually impressed you have that nail polish. That’s ingenious, actually.”

The color had gone back to blue in the time you had been sitting down and you looked at your semi-short nails. Ever since you began your Tinder escapade, you had purchased the special nail polish, just in case something bad happened. You wore it all the time, and it was a plus that it was a pretty color too, so no one expected a thing… And now, you just wanted to take it off. You had done it to every single drink before tonight, but not this time… why not this time?

Very slowly, Ellie was removing her jacket and draped it over your shoulders in order to try and keep you warm. The shivers began to slowly subside, and you pushed your face into the tough leather, inhaling the scent that rolled off of it. You could smell rustic like cologne, and something that reminded you of your dad in a weird way, and you instantly felt better.

Abby noticed how you were pushing your whole face in Ellie’s jacket, and she elbowed the bartender when she smirked at the blonde. Suddenly, it felt like a competition to see who could comfort you more and you calmed down in seconds with how sweet and doting they were both acting. Ellie had gotten you a bottle of water and Abby was holding your hands the entire time to try and keep you focused on anything else but what happened to you that night.

When the minutes carried on, the night got later and later… Until you looked down and saw what time it was on Abby’s watch, you had been fine. And then, you jumped up from the chair, making Ellie nearly fall off the table she was perched on. You reached down and grabbed Abby’s wrist, her cheeks turning a soft pink at your grip. “Ohmygod, is that the time?!”

You pulled out your phone and began to aggressively type something into your phone. “Oh fuck, finding a damn Uber is gonna be like… $50 right now? Are you kidding me?” The emotions crossing your face were wild, making Ellie and Abby worry at the same time. Both of them stood up as you began pacing like mad, hair whipping in the wind and the cold having you shivering again.

Just as Abby glanced down, seeing your knees wobble, her face got even redder as a certain gust of wind lifted your skirt, but you were far too frantic to notice. Wow, even your panties were white, how cute!

“If you want,” Ellie stepped forward, holding her hands in front of her and gently tugging on her fingers with a certain sad look that made your heart ache. “I uhm… I could take you home?”

“El, after what happened tonight—”

“Just straight to your home,” Ellie defended herself against Abby’s words. Your face turned a deep red as you looked at the price of the Uber on your phone, and then back up to Ellie… The woman who had threatened your date with a weapon for you… Could she be trusted? “I promise you’ll get there safe.”

After many minutes of being worried, you decided that getting into the bartender’s car was somehow safer than getting into a complete stranger’s car. And yes, Ellie was a stranger, but… If you tried to rationalize any harder, you would get a headache. “Okay. Yeah, sure, I would really appreciate that, miss.”

Ellie pulled her keys out of her pocket and looked at Abby once again, watching her roll her eyes. She put a hand in her pocket and fiddled with the lighter inside of her pants, attempting to calm herself down when she watched Ellie wrap an arm around your shoulders and lead you towards her 1989 K5 Blazer. The deep blue color and shiny exterior made you slightly nervous.

The gorgeous bartender opened the door for you, giving a soft smile before she noticed that you looked uncomfortable. Ellie immediately frowned. “Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?”

“I…” You hesitated. It wasn’t that you were nervous about her being in the car with you. No, it was something else. “I feel like I’ll degrade the value of your car if I get in…”

Ellie chuckled slightly before she watched you slide into the passenger seat and slowly closed the door behind you. The car smelled so clean, like leather polish and an air freshener. Your stomach twisted a little in you as Ellie quickly joined on your left side, kicking the car into gear and heading down the road.

“You’ll have to guide me there, sweetheart,” Ellie smiled, turning the heat on to a comfortable level and keeping both hands on the steering wheel. “You can turn on the radio if you want, I don’t mind.”

“I’m okay,” You mumbled, leaning back into your seat and pushing your face into the side of Ellie’s jacket. It kept you so warm, and it smelled so nice… You wish you knew more about its owner. You had climbed inside of this car, and you didn’t even know this bartender’s name. Your face turned a soft shade of pink as you looked over at the woman driving, and you felt your heart skip like rocks on a river.

She was beautiful… Absolutely breathtaking. The soft curve of her nose, those intense green eyes, the freckles that dappled her cheeks and forehead, the various tiny scars littering her skin, and the intense scar over her eyebrow; the shade of her hair tied back in that half up, half down fashion, the sharpness of her jawline, the slight pout of her top lip…

If you had met her before tonight… someone would need to drag you out of the bar kicking and screaming to get you to leave her alone. And then, your thoughts wandered to the blonde bouncer that spotted what happened in the first place. What was her name?

That woman was… wow. You remembered how her brows creased when she first approached you. The warmth of her veined, massive hand that closed around your wrist. You could feel her strength without it even being shown, as she was so gentle and caring with you even though her job was to be the enforcer. The caress of said hand against your cheek in the cold weather outside, how she smiled when you two talked so casually, the way her bottom lip snagged under her teeth when she bit it to try and hold back a giggle… Fuck, they were both hot!

Before you knew it, Ellie was pulling up to your apartment building. You frowned for a second and glanced over at her before reaching into the top of your dress to pull out a collection of bills that you prepared for tonight. There was about $150 stashed away inside your bra and Ellie did not miss you removing it either. She blushed a deep crimson and bit down on her lip as you flipped through the bills and attempted to hand her a $20. “That should cover the gas to get me here, right?”

Ellie gave a breathy chuckle, smiling and closing her eyes for a brief second. The sound of her deep, grumbly laugh had you squirming in your seat. “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Knowing you are home, safe and sound is payment enough for me.”

And just like that, you were back to turning red. You bit down on your bottom lip and tucked the money back into your bra, inhaling deeply and going to step out of the car before Ellie was ripping off her seatbelt and nearly jumping over the jeep’s hood to get to your door in time. She opened it up and offered her hand for you, which you accepted without question this time around.

“Allow me, miss,” She smirked, winking at you as she walked you inside of the building and towards your door on the third floor. As soon as you reached the apartment door, you fumbled with your keys for a brief second before turning around and looking at Ellie who tucked both hands into her pocket.

Honestly, you expected for things to go south… after the night you had, it would make perfect sense for shit to go wrong right now, right? But Ellie was true to her word. She kept her hands to herself and stayed a person’s length away from you at all times, only admiring you with her eyes. Before you could fully step inside your apartment, you immediately jumped in place.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Very slowly, you pulled Ellie’s jacket off your shoulders and handed it back to her. She accepted the leather wordlessly and tucked it over her arm. “Thank you… I… I don’t even know your name, miss.”

“Ellie,” She bowed her head, that loose lock of auburn hair falling in front of her face for a second before she tucked it back behind her ear. She held her hand out for you to take, which you did without realizing and then, you were blushing once more!

The bartender bent down and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, like you were a princess. Her lips were soft and gentle as she kissed your skin and then immediately released your hand, looking up at you and bowing her head with respect. “Goodnight, sweetheart. I’m happy you’re safe and that we were able to help you.”

And as quick as she was in your life, she was getting on the elevator and leaving without another word. You leaned against the door and frowned, putting a hand over your chest to try and still your fast beating heart. “Goodbye… Ellie…”

Abby looked up from the phone, her hair still damp and dark after her shower. The front door opened up and she watched Ellie drop the keys on the table next to the entrance and slam her entire body against the wooden surface to shut it behind her. Ellie had this silly little smile on her face and Abby just rolled her eyes and leaned back. “You didn’t make her uncomfortable, did you?”

“I don’t think I did,” Ellie draped her jacket over the back of the reclining chair and flopped down next to Abby, leaning up and gently kissing her cheek. “Tonight, was definitely one of the more exciting ones, yeah?”

“Your tellin’ me,” Abby rolled her shoulders a bit as she looked at her phone, double checking to make sure she wasn’t on schedule tomorrow. She and Ellie had the day off together, which was a luxury few could afford due to the holiday. “Gotta go in tomorrow to pick up my paycheck though, that sucks.”

“Before open, babe,” Ellie said, standing back up and slowly unbuttoning her white shirt, untucking it from her dark denim jeans and tossing it onto the couch next to Abby who immediately locked her phone just to watch the show. Ellie smirked, stripping her clothes off piece by piece until she was standing in just her sports bra and boxers. “I’m gonna shower, okay?”

Before Ellie could walk off, Abby was gently grabbing her hand. “Wait, hold on. I… I had uh… something I had to ask.”

“Yes?” Ellie smiled warmly.

“You remember when we talked about… having a uhm… you know, a polyamorous thing? Bringing another girl in with us?” Abby stumbled on her words, her cheeks heating up as she thought about you and how sickeningly adorable you were. “You think that uh… maybe she could—”

“Abby,” Ellie reached down and ran her entire hand across Abby’s cheek, rubbing her jawline and making the blonde lean hard into her touch. If she had a tail, it would be wagging. “If we ever see her again? Maybe. But we don’t even know if she’s into girls, or if she likes both of us.”

“Were we lookin’ at the same girl?” Abby chuckled. “She may as well have a bisexual flag tattoo on her forehead, El.”

“Okay, point taken,” Ellie smiled. You did give off bi vibes, and that was the only reason she felt confident enough to give you that hand kiss without pissing herself. And when you didn’t shove her away, it was a very good sign. “But still, she has to like us both… But I mean, not to brag, but I’m pretty sure she likes me more.”

Abby was on her feet in seconds, racing after Ellie as they both went into the bedroom where the shorter woman stepped into the bathroom. “I beg to differ! She only likes you more now because you got to flirt with her! That’s an unfair advantage—”

“Excuses, excuses,” Ellie mocked, sticking her tongue out and hopping into the shower to clean off the smell of alcohol from her skin. “If we see her again, I bet I take her out on a date before you do!”

“Oh, it is so on, Williams.”

“What’s the prize for the winner?” Abby didn’t even need to see Ellie to know she was smirking.

Abby grinned like a wolf. “Loser gets strapped.”

“Ooooh, almost want to lose now, baby.”

[mellowmadds]

Stressful Situations | Matt Sturniolo

Dad!Matt Sturniolo/Fem Reader

Summary: After a long stressful day the last thing Matt wants to come home to is an upset toddler.

Warnings: slight cussing, stressed reader, stressed Matt (obviously), and SMUT (if you aren’t comfortable don’t read)

Word Count: 2954

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Becoming parents has caused many ups and downs over the past three years, however you wouldn’t change anything no matter what. Today has been one of those off days where nothing seemed to be going right for you. Firstly being interrupted during your morning shower by Matt barging in to brush his teeth, you just couldn’t seem to get any privacy nowadays.

“You have to brush your teeth right now?” you asked in an annoyed tone while simultaneously rolling your eyes.

“I have a meeting in thirty minutes, you should know that” Matt says as he squeezes the almost empty bottle of toothpaste onto his toothbrush.

Deciding not to start an argument this early in the morning you push past him wrapping the towel around your body and heading into your guys shared bedroom just a couple steps away. After opening the bedroom door soon your sour mood turned upside down as you saw your three year old daughter snuggled up in the bed lightly snoring away.

“She needs to learn to sleep in her own bed” Matt laughs quietly coming up behind you as he wraps his arms around you before placing soft kisses along your neck. You nodded your head in agreement while slowly unwrapping Matt’s arms from around your waist and opening the closet to pick out something to wear for the day.

“I’m going to head out I should be back soon hopefully” Matt rambles on as he crosses his fingers hoping his meeting goes smoothly so that he can spend more time with his family at home.

Lately it has seemed as if Matt and his brothers have been working nonstop. You knew they were at the peak of their career and needed to put out content frequently so that they could continue to gain popularity but they also needed to keep their loyal fanbase happy. You were never interested in becoming a content creator yourself and wanted to keep yourself and your daughter offline as much as possible. Matt very much agreed with you that he wanted to keep that part of his life private and not share his relationship and daughter with the fans. Most of them understood but many of them disagreed and hated the idea of not knowing everything that was going on in his life.

“Mama!” You heard your daughter Eleanor shout out as she threw the blanket off of her.

“Goodmorning Ellie! Did you get a goodnight’s sleep?” You asked enthusiastically, trying to cheer yourself up. She giggled in response as you gave her a tight hug and told her you loved her.

“Where’s dada?” she asked, putting her arms up ready to give Matt a huge hug.

You explained that Matt had some work to do this morning which made your daughter extremely upset, she was the definition of a daddy’s girl. After scrambling to get dressed as Ellie cried on the bed upset because Matt wasn’t there you quickly picked her up and tried to soothe her while walking down the hall into her room.

“Mama no mama no” Ellie screamed while kicking her feet trying to free herself from your arms. If there's one thing she hated the most it was getting dressed and brushing her teeth.

“Well someone seems to be in a mood today” Nick laughed while side eyeing his niece.

“You’re not being very helpful” You sighed while trying to hold it together and not let the tears that welled up in your eyes spill down your cheeks. You knew Nick was just trying to lighten the mood a little, he was your best friend after all.

“You go get her dressed and ready for the day while I make breakfast, okay?” Nick said with a warm smile. You always knew you could count on him for help on stressful days like today. You thanked him while walking into your daughter's room and picked out a cute outfit for her to wear. After getting her undressed you wiped her tears and tried your best to comfort her. Matt was always better at these sorts of things and that really took a toll on your relationship because you constantly thought of yourself as a bad mother. After she had calmed down a bit you quickly got her dressed and brushed through her hair and put it up into two space buns with white bows to tie it all together.

“Oh my goodness look at my beautiful niece looking all stylish” Nick said while doing different funny poses trying to brighten the mood of the three year old little girl that had just walked into the kitchen. He placed down a plate of pancakes on the table while you grabbed a juice box out of the fridge and then grabbed one of your daughters colorful toddler plates and a small fork for her.

“No mama other one!” Ellie screamed pointing to the light blue plate you held in your hand. At this point you have had enough of the screams and demands coming from your toddler but you held your frustration in not wanting to let your emotions show in front of Nick. Instead you nodded your head and quickly went to grab the pink plate instead. You thank Nick for breakfast as he heads back upstairs with a pancake and cup of coffee. As you start cutting up a pancake for Ellie you hear a quiet shuffling coming upstairs and you turn around to a very disheveled Chris.

“Aren’t you also supposed to be at that morning meeting?” You asked confused because you were sure Chris was supposed to be in attendance so he could get ready for the next fresh love launch.

“Matt left without me?” Chris asked, running his hand through his hair frantically looking for his phone to call his brother.

During the phone call you quietly listened and you could tell Matt was extremely stressed out and frustrated so you already knew the rest of your day was about to be shitty. Chris threw on one of his hoodies that was laying on the couch and quickly slammed the door as he ordered an Uber outside. After Ellie was finished eating you cleaned up the dirty dishes from breakfast and walked over to the living room to put paw patrol on and took out a few toys for Ellie to play with. She jumped up and down in excitement while singing the theme song. You took this opportunity to sit down on the couch, put your headphones on and listen to music while you answered some emails for the boys knowing they will be grateful they don’t have to do that later on.

“Hey y/n you did not have to handle that missing space camp order” Nick said while walking into the kitchen. You turned once you realized he was talking to you so you took your headphones off.

“It’s no problem, just trying to help relieve your guys' work load.” You smiled as he gave you a quick hug. He was very appreciative and told you to go take a break so you gladly listened to him. After gathering your things you turned paw patrol off and picked up Ellie who had fallen asleep a few minutes prior and carefully walked to the bedroom to cuddle and catch up on some much needed sleep. While you were asleep you had no idea that Matt had come home, however Ellie did notice. Matt quietly opened his bedroom door and Ellie immediately woke up out of a sound slumber.

“Dada!” Ellie smiled as she held her arms up waiting for Matt to pick her up. He quietly shushed her, not wanting to wake you up he picked up his daughter and grabbed her stuffy and headed out of the room.

“Are you hungry? Do you want something for lunch?” Matt asked his daughter who smiled and happily agreed to having lunch with her dad. Matt quickly made the two of them sandwiches and placed them on some paper towel with a few chips.

“Don’t tell mommy we are having chips okay? It’s going to be our little secret” Matt laughed as he watched his daughter go for the chips instead of the sandwich. After finishing up their lunch Matt wiped his daughter's face that was covered in crumbs from all the chips she had and then went over to her room to grab her coloring book and a pack of crayons.

“Dada is going to take a quick shower and when I’m all done I want to see all of the pages you colored and I want you to choose one to hang on the fridge okay?” Matt told his daughter while giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

“If you need anything uncle Nick is sitting right there on the couch” Matt said while letting his brother know he was going in the shower and to keep an eye on his niece for just a few minutes. Nick brushed it off agreeing to watch her but he was just too busy editing on his computer to care. Matt rolled his eyes already frustrated but he knew he could trust his daughter to sit there and color, anything dangerous was out of reach anyways so she couldn’t get into that much trouble.

Matt got undressed as he waited for the water to turn warm. As he stepped in the shower and let the hot water trickle down his body he let out a huge sigh of relief. While he started washing his hair he tugged on his ends a little harder than usual imagining it was your hands instead of his. Just before his thoughts could go any further he heard his three year old little girl start crying hysterically from the kitchen. He quickly finished up his shower getting out drying off and stepped into a pair of boxers, however you were quicker than him because as he opened the bathroom door he saw you questioning Nick.

“Why would you watch that video knowing she was at the kitchen table coloring” You asked as Nick shrugged his shoulders still not caring because he had work he had to finish.

“I wasn’t even watching the tv it just started playing the next video” Nick said trying to defend himself. Matt walked into the kitchen to pick up his daughter and try his best to comfort her.

“Scary” Ellie cried out, pointing to the tv which displayed the newest Sam and Colby video.

“All I asked was for you to watch her for a few minutes, that's it” Matt looked extremely frustrated and fed up.

“We all have shit we have to get done Matt, not just you. Maybe you should edit and upload today's video instead” Nick told him while grabbing his laptop and heading upstairs.

You turned to Matt and told him he didn’t have to start an argument with his brother over this because it wasn’t worth it. Matt couldn’t care less though as he walked into Ellie's bedroom and quietly tried comforting her by rubbing her back and gently bouncing her up and down while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Instead of helping Matt you walked upstairs to apologize to Nick. He had told you many many times that you had nothing to apologize for as he hugged you because he could tell how stressed out you were and did not want to make that feeling any worse. The night continued on and thankfully nothing else bad had happened. The sky grew darker and finally everyone had settled into bed Ellie in between both of you snuggling her stuffy as she watched Bluey on the tv. After about an hour she had finally fallen asleep and Matt gently picked her up and walked her over to her own room to tuck her into bed. Thankfully she stayed asleep giving you some time to spend with Matt which was desperately needed. Matt climbed back into the bed pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“I’m sorry I’ve been kind of an asshole lately” Matt said out of the blue which made you pick your head up and gently tangle your hands in his hair as you gave him a light sweet kiss.

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand everyone gets stressed out sometimes” You replied before Matt surprisingly flipped you over so now you were laying on your back and he settled between your legs as he propped himself up using his forearms.

“Can I make it up to you?” Matt asked while twirling a piece of your hair with one of his fingers. You looked over towards the clock on your nightstand and it read 9:48pm Nick and Chris were definitely still awake.

“You can be quiet for me, I know you can angel” Matt says, making you nod in agreement. He gently takes one of his hands and grabs your chin while leaning in, giving you a passionate but rough kiss. You knew he had been stressed out recently so you had no idea what to expect from him tonight. His grip on your chin tightens as he turns your head to the side so he could move down to kiss your neck.

“Please no teasing Matt plea-” He quickly interrupts by shushing you then giving you a kiss before sitting up and quickly hooking his fingertips under the waistband of your pajama shorts.

“Are you not wearing any panties?” He asked, smirking as you covered your face in embarrassment. He quickly pulled your shorts down with one swift movement and threw them to the floor. He then quickly pulled down his boxers and kicked them to the floor. Not wanting to waste any more time you pulled him back down so that he was laying directly on top of you.

“Slow down, let me take care of you” He said before trailing his hand down to you rubbing your sensitive bud in slow circles before gently sliding his middle and ring finger inside of you.

“Matt please hurry, I don’t want her waking up right now” You whined as he finally gave in, taking his fingers out and holding them up to your mouth before slowly pushing them past your lips demanding you to suck on them.

“Good girl” He praised as he took his fingers out and used the same hand to grab your chin again while kissing you roughly. You felt his weight shift on top of you as his other hand went down to line himself up and gently push into you. He then let go of your chin and hooked both of his arms under yours and gently held his hands behind your head tangling his fingers in your hair. As he fully pushed inside of you, staying still for a moment so you could adjust, you wrapped your legs around his waist and firmly gripped his shoulders.

“You can move now” You softly moaned as you felt him slowly thrust his hips deeper into you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders slightly scratching his back knowing that your nails were going to leave red scratch marks all over Matt’s back and that his shoulders were going to have crescent moon indents from you digging your fingernails deep into his shoulder blades. You felt Matt’s body weight shift again but this time was different as you watched his forearms give out making him collapse into you before he hid his face in your neck while he let out soft little moans.

“Not going to last long I’m so sorry baby” He slowly whimpered in your ear. You couldn’t care less because you were enjoying yourself a little too much listening to him whimper and losing all the control he had over you before.

“It’s okay babe you can cum, please cum for me right now” you tightened your legs around him even more than they were and that's all it took for him. You ran your hand through his hair as you talked him through it while letting him ride out his high. After those last few slow thrusts he pulls out and you try to get him to face you instead of digging his head into the crook of your neck. He doesn’t give in though and that's when you notice the quiet sniffles.

“Matt, baby are you okay?” You asked, slightly pushing him off of you so you could sit up properly. He turns over to lay onto his back and uses his elbows to hide his face.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t help it, I have just been so stressed out lately. I’m sorry if I ruined your night” He said, barely loud enough for you to hear. You quickly got up grabbing a new pair of pajamas for both of you to wear before wrapping a towel around yourself so you could head to the bathroom. You quickly and quietly got yourself cleaned up and dressed before grabbing a face cloth and soaking it in cold water. You quickly went back to the bedroom with it, sat back down on the bed and gently wiped Matt’s tears away before cleaning the rest of him up and handing him a new clean pair of boxers.

“You don’t have to apologize, I loved every second of it and I love you” You said gently kissing him before throwing the facecloth in with the dirty laundry. You climbed back into bed and pulled him in so that his head was laying on your chest so that you could play with his hair as he carefully fell asleep after his long stressful day.

[saiintvalentiine]

waiiiiiit i want to request a last third one (hopefully last one) out of self-indulgence:

kenrrot and it's parrot teaching ken how to dance :P

i think ken would actually be a pretty good dancer once everything is said and done, but he'd be a terrible tumbler.......

Word count: 437

Ken isn’t a bad dancer at all. He’s lithe and sure footed, all those cat traits culminating in an excellent sense of direction usually. He is, however, horrible with spins.

Parrot spins Ken around with one hand, and Ken stumbles and yowls. He’s off kilter, failing to stay on center, and Parrot has to quickly catch him.

“Stop that!” Ken yelps.

“Nope,” Parrot rights him and grins. “You're gonna learn to take a spin!”

It might be an inner ear thing, though Ken has no problem landing on his feet usually. It’s just these particular close call spins that seem to drive him to dizziness, even if it’s only one go around. Parrot goes to spin Ken again, determined to get it right this time, but Ken kills their momentum, pressing his back to Parrot's chest. Parrot won’t complain about the warmth and closeness, though he sees it for the transparent trick it is. He holds Ken's arm to his own chest, free hand landing on Ken's hip. Ken’s tail wraps around Parrot’s leg loosely.

“Who needs to spin so much in a dance?” Ken sounds pouty. His cheek is puffing up appropriately from what Parrot can see.

Parrot keeps them moving to the music, an ocean-wave sway he can't help but fall into. Ken's got loose joints— he follows smoothly, no stuttering or freezing up.

“It's important to show the full coloring of your plumage,” Parrot puts on his most serious voice, hooking his chin over Ken's shoulder. “Make a good show of it to attract a mate. Y’know, the works.”

Ken turns his head to stare Parrot down, pulling out his coyest voice to say, “I've already got you. Who more do I need to attract?”

Clever cat. Appealing to Parrot's jealousy is second nature to Ken at this point, and Parrot is nowhere near immune to it. His wings puff up and flare, and in a swift move, he turns Ken back around so that they’re chest to chest, forehead to forehead.

“Nobody,” Parrot kisses him, feels the rumbling, satisfied purr pouring out of Ken’s mouth, the scratchy texture of his tongue as he pulls away. “I'm still going to teach you a proper spin though.”

Ken gawks at him, smacking his shoulder. Clever cat, but Parrot’s a stubborn bird. He tightens his hold on Ken and pulls him back into the rhythm of their dance, an easy one-two step that has them travelling the floor.

“You're evil, Parrot,” Ken says, but he stays in Parrot's arms regardless, dances along regardless.

Parrot has a feeling Ken doesn’t mind how “evil” he is, despite everything.

[gifti3]

hii im posting this old fic for asmo, it was for his bday but i put it off cause i wanted to keep editing it and before you know it its been over year of it just sitting untouched 〒▽〒 so i decided to just post it without a reading over it again its pretty light hearted and silly, its an AU where Asmo is literally a queen and reader is one of those passing merchants (probably) reader is gn here and yep thats it!

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Queen Asmodeus's Birthday

This was the first time you'd actually be present during Asmodeus's birthday. You heard about previous ones in passing during your travels, but now you'd get to experience all the hoopla in person.

You observe yourself in the mirror and smooth the front of your outfit down. It wasn't something you would usually wear on a day to day basis, but today….what the Queen says goes. Like any other day really, but now wasn’t the time to be contrarian. If any day needed to go smoothly, today was that day. So after one more look, you exit your room.

Making your way down the hallway you dodge several servants handling last minute preparations. You head downstairs and weave your way through mingling guests.

When you enter the grand banquet hall--not to be mistaken with the regular one--you whistle to yourself. It always looked nice but today it was at exorbitant levels of presentation. The long tables, the walls and even the ceiling seemed to be covered in the Queen's favorite shades and flowers. Everything was so flowery and pink.

Your eyes fall on the “Esteemed Guests” table and you make your way towards it.

"Hey guys." You greet the group of brothers. You nod at a few faces you weren’t quite familiar with, but they must be important to the Queen if they were at this table.

Before the brothers can say anything you interject. "No need to comment on the outfit. I know," you smile.

Several of them shut their mouths.

You take a seat at the head of the table, Asmodeus's spot. His chair was quite literally the center of attention. In the middle of the room it sat, the most immaculate and eye-catching. It was almost gaudy to be honest. And from here, you'd be able to see him from anywhere in the room.

“So…when does this start?” you ask.

“Hopefully he comes out within the hour,” Satan answers.

You’d think he was exaggerating if he wasn’t currently reading. In all this noise, you weren't sure how.

Lucifer sat back with his eyes closed, probably thinking of work, while Mammon and Levi talked (or maybe they were bickering) about something. Beelzebub frowned while rubbing at his stomach and Belphegor’s head was laid on the table.

Even though they seemed indifferent about being here, you knew they wanted to keep their brother happy. And anyways if they missed today they wouldn’t hear the end of it until his next birthday.

By the time his Majesty is formally introduced to the hall, an hour must have passed and Beel looks visibly famished. He gently nudges Belphie awake though. 

“Ah, the star finally appears,” Solomon says. You had met the sorcerer for the first time today but he seemed decent from the conversation you had. Mostly everyone at the table seemed a bit perturbed by his presence though.

Anyone standing around moves quickly to sit down so as not to be chewed out by other guests for blocking the view.

All attention turns to decorative stairs at the front of the room as the Queen appears. Slowly rose petals magically start falling from the ceiling. Everyone watches as Queen Asmodeus gracefully makes his way down, his (very expensive) skirts following down behind him. 

Mammon sits back crossing his arms and says under his breath. “He does this every year…” 

You wonder if anyone outside his brothers would ever grow tired of it though. You swear you could see tears glistening in some of these guests' eyes.

You manage to catch Asmo’s eye and he winks at you.

The whispers amongst the guests go silent once Asmodeus begins talking to his closest family, friends and allies.

"Thank you for gathering here to celebrate this special day--my birthday. Seeing everyone's lovely faces smiling for me makes me so happy!"

You hear a couple of dreamlike sighs among the crowd.

"I’m excited for the fun to start so please everyone enjoy the food. The festivities will start right after.”

There’s cheers and Beel’s face brightens as servants file in with various dishes.

Asmo makes his way towards his seat waving and talking to people along the way.

"How'd you like my entrance MC? Wasn’t it perfectly befitting for someone like me," Asmo asks by the time he finally makes it to the table.

Most of his brothers look exasperated but you grin. “It was very Asmodeus-like. You look really amazing by the way. Your dress is very beautiful.”

He smiles at the compliment. “Not as beautiful as me though, right?”

“Heh, of course.”

Satisfied with your answer, Asmo rests a hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you all for coming. I hope you all brought presents ❤️"

Lucifer smiles, already prepared with his gift, "Happy Birthday Asmodeus."

“I didn’t skimp out this year so you better be grateful,” Mammon says.

All the brothers take their turns passing their presents for Asmo to open and gush over. And these were no simple gifts. These were items the average person could only dream of having but apparently this was nothing too hard for these brothers to acquire.

You watch Asmo brandish the beautiful sword Santa had given to him. You had never seen anything like it before. Where did he even find that? Maybe you should inquire with him about it later.

During the rest of the dinner, you see a shift in Asmo’s demeanor from fairly pleased to absolutely bored. Finally, he stands and clinks his glass with a fork to get the room's attention.

He takes a drink and raises his glass high. "Let's get this party started!"

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It had been 3 hours so far. The beginning of what would definitely be a way too long party.

You hadn't seen the Queen since dinner as he was mingling with the endless party guests.

How many people could one person remember off the top of their head?

Escaping the noise would be impossible even if you wanted to. You could hear Queen Asmo's subjects singing, dancing and lighting fireworks through your room window when you made a quick stop for the restroom.

You take a bite of your kebab, waving at someone you don’t remember the name of. Galavanting from room to room to keep yourself entertained in this overstimulation fest.

Maybe you'd go back to the 'bathing room'. It was always interesting there.

Suddenly, you find yourself wrapped in a warm embrace and surrounded by the scent of fruit and alcohol. 

“Darling I haven’t seen you in so long.” Asmo says dragging out the end of the statement.

“It’s only been a few hours though.”

“Might as well been years.” 

You roll your eyes but pat his arm soothingly. “But you’re enjoying yourself right?”

He hums. “Everyone is here for me, adorning me with gifts and praise. I’d say it’s within the top 3 best birthdays!”

“...Isn’t a good chunk of your usual days filled with that though?”

He rests his head on you. “It’s different though.”

Before you can ask more, several people approach you two to talk to the Queen. Asmodeus hooks his arms with yours before you can walk off though.

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“Asmo, please let me go. Keeping up appearances for this long is killing me.”

“But I don't want you to disappear again!” He nuzzles into your arm and you let out a sigh.

“Can we at least take a break?”

“Are you trying to get special private time with the Queen?” Asmo gives you that stupid innocent smile that was rarely innocent.

“Er, I mean it would be nice…” You hadn’t been able to spend much time with him these last couple days since he was so busy.

“Okay since you’re one of my favorite guests I’ll give you special attention. But you owe me!”

And with that Asmo drags you away to his room.

As soon as you’re behind closed doors you flop on his soft bed. Even with the sounds of a party as background noise, you’d be able to rest your eyes.

“Wait, did you invite me here just to sleep?” You feel the bed dip beside you.

You mumble incoherently before turning your head to look at Asmo’s pouting face. You couldn’t help smiling at his expression though. 

How did he do it? You probably looked very disheveled right now but there sat your Queen completely perfect as always even though he’d been all over the castle today.

“Hmm, has my beauty stunned you~?” Asmo’s lithe fingers trace a pattern on your cheek.

“Maybe…” you sigh and get up from the bed. “That reminds me. You said I owed you and I haven’t given you your birthday present yet.”

You beacon him towards his dressing table and retrieve the small box. You planned to give it to him this morning but he wasn’t here. So you left in his room hoping he would find it on his vanity before the day ended but inwardly scolded yourself for the choice when he eyed you at the dinner being the only one closest to him who hadn’t given him anything.

“Happy Birthday!” You hold out the gift to him with a small smile.

Asmo’s eyes widened a bit. Was he actually surprised? His expression turns pleased as he takes and carefully opens it.

“It’s beautiful…” He carefully pulls out the silver necklace and holds it up. It was adorned with several small jewels but the main star was a deep red painite that sat in the middle.

“And it’s very unique.” The merchant in you was screaming for giving away something this rare for free. But making sure Asmo was pleased with his present was much more worth it. 

You help him put it on and watch as he admires himself in the mirror.

“So you like it right?”

“Of course I love it!” Asmo stands, grabs your hand and leans in to press a kiss to your lips. “I might have to show you how much I love it. You always know what to get me…” 

You lean in hoping for another kiss but Asmo places a finger on your chin to stop you.

“After the party. I want to take my time with you….” He gives you a quick squeeze and leads you out of the room before you can complain.

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The next day when you wake up in Asmo’s arms to the sound of people being unusually loud through his window. That couldn’t be what you think it was.

You stare blearily at the ceiling. "When does everyone stop partying exactly?”

Asmo yawns and cuddles into you. “Hmm, usually in several days.”

“...How are you sleeping through this?”

[dearlymrme]

Full Metal Jacket (TerzoxReader)

Summary: The Papa’s are well rounded men. Tit’s…Ass…Thighs…They’re all nice but Terzo has a thing for tits more than anything else. You’ve been his Prime Mover for a while now and have decided to surprise him.

Terzo x Reader || Papa Emeritus iii x Reader || Established Relationship || NSFW || Body Modification || Oral || Intercourse || Poorly Translated Italian || Wc: 2,443

It’s a nervousness thing, picking at your sleeve and rubbing the fabric in circles, focusing on the thread count as they tread together and the rough scrape of the cloth as it catches against itself. It's ridiculous, you shouldn’t be nervous, you know for a fact how he’s going to react.

A loud pop fills the room and makes you jump but Terzo doesn’t notice, his back is facing you as he fills the wine glasses with the bottle he's been saving for the reunion between him and his Prime Mover.

"I know I have been gone for a while, dolce mia. But something in you is tense." He says as he finally turns to you. His hair swept back from the shower he had taken. Just back from tour, finally settled back in, finished for the day. His face is clean of his paints. His black hair swept back and was still wet.

Your lover approached you casually and handed you the glass.

"Is everything alright?" He asked and you take the glass and your first sip, hopefully it'll calm your nerves. It's tart yet sweet. Not quite dry and goes down with the slight warmth at the back of your throat. You hum delighted and curious by the taste.

"Cranberry." He informs, sitting beside you and taking a sip of his own glass.

His free hand reaches for your’s. Fingers stroking your own before he wiggles his digits between them, then grasping and squeezing firmly. Comfortably. Reassuringly. Whatever it is, he’s in your corner. And you giggle at how funny and sweet it is that even over something as small as this, he’s got your back.

"Mia tersoro. What makes you so nervous?" 

Your face heats up both from the wine and your feelings.

"Everything's fine. I'm just…excited" You snicker at yourself. "I shouldn’t be nervous cause I know if you don't like it, I could just-"

"Like it? Amore mia, did you get me a present?" You giggle at his dawning excitement and nod.

You take another sip of your wine before setting it on the table beside you, then offer your hand for his own glass which curiously he hands you and you set it aside as well.

You then turn over and sit yourself in his lap, his lips turning up into a grin which you quickly smack off his face with your mouth. Cupping his cheek with one hand and leading him in as your other runs down his bare chest, his skin is still warm from the shower. 

It's an instant thing, how fast he takes control of things, his tongue swiping your lips that instantly opens and he takes charge. His own hands reach for your ass, grabbing and squeezing your cheeks before pulling you close to press against his crotch. In just his boxers it's easy to feel and he's already hardening.

You break the kiss with a giggle.

"From just a kiss?" You ask and he pecks your lips before wiggling his brows.

"What can I say? I've missed you." You can't help but smile and lean in to kiss him again, smoothly grinding down against him.

He groans against your lips and you feel his dick jumping against your inner thighs. Your free hand runs down his chest, lightly scratching with your nails and he gives a full body shudder. You break the kiss to mouth at his neck. Sucking on his pulse point, he takes a deep breath and rocks you forward again by your ass.

You grab him by the shoulders and press him down against the bed before sucking your way down his body.

You hear a thump as he rests his head back, nearly bumping it against the frame.

"Is this my present, cara?"

"Not quite." You hum and pull down his boxers as you get in line with his crotch. His cock springs up from the elastic and smacks against his skin. You gently skim your finger over the underside of his dick before pressing your thumb against his weeping tip. 

You roll it over the head of his cock and gather the moisture before licking it off your finger. He groans at the sight and his cock twitches in your hand before you latch your lips around him and bob down.

The weight of his dick in your mouth is satisfying and the grateful hand that gently pushes against the crown of your head is anchoring.

You swallow him, giving a grateful hum as he runs his nails against your scalp. The vibration causes him to jump again in your mouth and his other hand to fist the sheets.

"Shit! Non deroro. Do that again, amore mia."

His warning is taken into consideration. You pull up and lather your tongue against the head of his cock before giving it a firm suck, salty pre meets your taste buds as your hand firmly grasps his dick, your thumb running hard against the vein on the underside of his cock.

His hand on your head gives a firm suggestion to go down and you rest your tongue on the underside of his member before letting him push your head down and down. You choke once, tears welling in your eyes, and the pressure is gone. You move back a bit, take a deep steady breath through your nose and sink again. Getting further down.

It takes two more tries, your Papa patiently shaking. His breathing labored and gave another groan as you managed to press your nose against his groin, deep throating him.

"Per favore. Please, love. Please." He babbles and you love it when he's polite. You reach down to brush your hand against his sack, stroking them softly, before bobbing your head once and when he reaches down your throat. You finish him off. You swallow.

He gives a spitting curse and you get to feel his balls tighten in your hand. You swallow and swallow, ignoring the pinch in your throat. His cock leaps with each jet of cum and his stomach jumping from tension.

His hand fists your hair in white knuckle grip before he goes completely lax and releases you from his grip.

You lift off of him and clear your sore throat. He leans up in bed, grabbing you under one arm and pulling you up. You go to meet him and his furious kiss, not perturbed whatsoever by his own taste. His thumbs dip to your cheeks, wiping away the tear tracks left behind from strain before he breaks the kiss and pants against your lips.

"If that's not the present then what is?" He asked, still catching his breath before reaching and handing you your wine. You gratefully take it and swallow the refreshing drop to try and smooth the soreness of your throat. He takes a sip of his own before the glasses go back to the table.

"Why don't you unwrap me and find out?" You ask him and he gives a fiendish grin before reaching for your skirt and helping you pull down and slip out. He hums appreciatively at your lace panties and grabs one side before snapping it against your thighs.

"I haven't seen these ones before. Is that my present?" He hums and presses another kiss to your mouth, taking your breath away. His fingers then slip inside your underwear and brushes down in between your moist folds. You moan and grab him by the wrist to pull him away. Not yet. Get him back on track.

"Finish unwrapping first." He pouts before grasping your shirt and helping you pull it off over your head.

The underwearing is a matching set and before he can pull that over your head your excitement gets the better of you as you reach back to quickly unclasp that lace brassiere.

You pull it away, biting your lip as your cheeks start to flush again.

He inhales, eyes widening as he takes in his gift. It's a second pause, a blink, before his eyes light up with shining joy and his mouth stretches into that boyish grin you fell in love with.

"Tu succube, mi ucciderai. They're beautiful!" He cups your breasts, one in each hand, before sliding them over your mounds to pinch at the small metal ball bearings going through your nipples.

You moan at the jolt of electricity that snaps through you from the touch. His grin doesn't go away and instead gets devilish. He tweaks once more and you shudder. Your panties were damp before and now they are quickly becoming soaked. You take an unsteady breath.

"Do you-ah!" Your words are ripped out of your throat as Terzo quickly swoops down and takes one of your nipples by the mouth, sucking hard and furiously as he kneads the meat of your other tit like a thirsty kitten.

“I can’t believe you would keep this from me.” He whines and sucks.

It’s not that you were keeping them from him. You had just lost the jewelry. Had to buy new ones and as a Sister the idea to start wearing them again was always there but you never acted on it. You had gone so long without using them that reapplying them had been a little sensitive. But now that worked in your favor. 

Your moans are sharp as every lathe of his tongue over the piercing sends shock wave after wave of pleasure reaching through you and going directly between your legs. Your body clenches at nothing. He gives another harsh suck to your right, pitching your left before he switches place and starts again.

"Terzo! Papa!" You groan and start to shake and it's incredible.

You knew it would feel amazing. Well worth the wait.

He groans as you grab his head and dig your nails into his scalp as then you reach down to delve between your legs and stuff some fingers into your sopping hole. And wow, you are wet. Why didn't you do this sooner? Your Papa breaks from your peaks with a deep breath before he smashes his lips to yours and sucks on your tongue as passionately as he had your breasts. 

He grabs your busy hand by the wrist and pulls it away.

"Come on. Your Papa's got something better for you." He grins and wraps your hand around his cock.

Hard and ready for another round.

You quickly slide back into his lap and draw your panties to the side. He holds himself in place as you slowly sink down onto him. It has been a while, even with your small toy having the real deal back from the road is a stretch. You have to take a moment from the sting before steadily rocking, taking him deeper with each shift. 

Terzo is happy to keep your mind off it, suckling once more at one of your tits and helping to make your gut flutter with heat that the uncomfort quickly slips away and then your thighs are flush with his. Finally coming to rest Terzo removes his lips from your tits to peck you on yours and lifts a brow in concern.

"Good?" He asked and you smiled at him.

"Get back to sucking."

"So mean, ordering your Papa." He teased and brought you into a fierce kiss before he reached down to grab you by your ass once again and force you to roll forward. You moan into his mouth and break the kiss to direct his back down to your chest. You start to lift off his dick, slowly until his is all but tip out of you before sinking back down.

You both moan and a steady rhythm is made. His hand is back on your nipple, twisting and tweaking as he mouth sucks your mound, even employing the tiniest click of the barbell against his teeth and a pinch.

It makes your walls tighten and he spits a curse in response, a knee jerk thrust into you. The room fills with the sound of you love making. Lustful clapping of skin against skin as each drawl of his tongue against your peaks makes you clench. Your lower stomach quickly coils like a spring and your thighs are burning to the point that you turn to grinding and rolling against him.

He groans with your nipple in his mouth and helps you, forcing your hips to grind back and forth as he breaks down into tongue.

"Sei vicino? Verrai per me? Fammi vedere, amore mio. Voglio vederti cadere a pezzi." He breathlessly moans and pulls his mouth away from your tit to watch your face.

His hand reached down between you to run his sinful fingers against your clit, rolling and pressing and then the smallest pinch.

And you clench, the spring is released and you make jerky motions as you grind down hard against him, trying to get him as deep as he can go. Terzo throws his head back with a growl.

"So good, feeling you flutter around me." He grunts and you slow, trying to catch your breath as the tide of your release retreats. "My turn." He grunts and pulls out to turn around with you in his lap. He lays you down on the bed and quickly lines himself back up and sheathes himself. You moan as your sensitive cunt practically sucks him back in.

He continues where you left off. Thrusting while growling like a hellhound. The tide starts to come back and lock your legs behind him to pull him closer.

"Fuck me!" You moan and your thighs start to tremble from the quickly remounting high.

"Fuck you? I am fucking you!" He laughs and grinds deep, he hisses, bearing his teeth as he grinds once and twice more.

"I'm going to come inside you, mia amore. Let's see those pretty piercings with your breasts swollen with milk and your belly swollen with my child." He chuckles and drops his head to watch his dick vanish into you. You whine as you start to come for a second time. Your body clenching like a vice.

Terzo shouts as he slams his hips against yours one more time before you feel warmth released into you. You relax back against the bed, catching your breath and groan weakly as Terzo leans down over you to press one last kiss to each of your piercings. Funny how now, done so gently, it tickles.

"Well, you didn't say. Do you like your present?" You ask him and he moves up to place a single kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Grazie, mia cara. I love my present.”

[trappedtowers]

The Survival Trio ~ Last Hope of The Towers

Hiii hello everyone I figured it'd be fun to give y'all a preview on the relationship of our main trio - Tom, Terra, and Cyrus !! A fun (and hopefully shorter) post for the day.

Post-writing note: IT WAS NOT SHORTER

(Art done by @/evilredyoshis)

Initial Meeting:

Terra and Cyrus had their first proper interactions shortly after the initial Nemesis attack. Terra found Cy wandering and keeping low around the Valley and took them back to the S&S Centre, making them the first member to join the team.

After Tom getting trapped, Terra found him while on the daily rounds about to be caught by Nemesis. They saved his life and gave him the rundown before trying to leave him at the Alton Towers Hotel to keep him safe... Tom didn't accept it and ran after Terra to join the S&S team.

Finally, Tom met Cy when Terra called in for help after being cornered by Nemesis. The initial meeting didn't get much talking time as Cy was having to carry Tom and Terra while speeding through the air and dodging all of Nemesis' attempts to catch the trio. However, upon landing and getting back into the Facility, the two finally got an introduction... which didn't go too smoothly.

Team Roles:

To start, the oldest of the group - Terra. They are very much the leader of the trio, the peacemaker and most rational. When Tom and Cy bicker, Terra will always be the one to pop in and shut it down. However, they can't be there at all times due to the fact that they're older and never were a fighter. So, to keep an eye on stuff, they will be constantly calling in on the two for updates, and sometimes to give new information!

Cyrus is the more experienced fighting mentor for Tom - however, they're also rather immature and quite dislike Tom's mentality and attitude as it goes against their carefree and open way of life. They're very reliable when it comes to saving a situation last second, always being able to wipe the floor with opponents in seconds.

Tom is new to everything, being rather uninformed and purely there under the vouch of Sir Algenon who saw something in him and let him chase after Terra to join the S&S. He's passionate, as much as he doesn't wanna show it, he has a strong will to escape Alton Towers and despite being completely new - he's adjusting quick and well. The gang doesn't know what caused Sir Algenon to see it in HIM, but he's already here and there's not much to be done.

Relationships:

Starting with Terra and Cy, they've been together since the beginning of Nemesis' reign of terror. Terra has seen a lot of Cy's worst moments, adjusting to the lack of freedom and coping with the new changes in their life. They've helped each other through a lot and have formed a bond in which they can trust each other strongly with whatever. It's rare for them to disagree, and even when they do they get over it quickly for the greater good.

Moving to Tom and Terra, they are interesting... because of Cy, Terra has become a lot more patient and understanding to people, however didn't quite believe in Tom initially. However, after hearing that Sir Algenon saw something in him, they reluctantly took him in. Only after the first mission though did Terra understand too, seeing that there was potential and so they took the role of an emotional mentor, wanting to see and help him mature. Throughout the journey, Terra is constantly nudging Tom within the correct direction to help him become a better person.

However, on the other end of this is Tom and Cy's relationship - which is very strained. Cy heavily dislikes having to 'babysit' Tom, while Tom is constantly being frustrated with Cy's treatment of him and wanting to be taken seriously - which leads to him trying way too hard and making major mistakes. In short, one wants to be free and not tied to a person, and the other wants to be seen and taken seriously. It's rare that they successfully work together, but either way they get through any opponent thrown at them.

The End:

I HAVE LITERALLY NO IDEA HOW TO END THIS !! :D

Um I hope that this was a neat little dive into their characters, there's still SO SO much more to go through. In-depth looks into how they act, what their personalities are like, etc. However this is all I think I'm gonna talk about with these characters for now.

Enjoy your day. I'm off to bed

- JustDaniel

[aajjks]

🤭

NWO!JK

“not to steal crystals, silly. to keep the city safe. my apologies for offending you about” mj replies and after that the conversation is finished. but it doesn’t leave mj wondering one thing: why is it whenever anything negative is brought up about spider-man jungkook takes it personal? almost like they’re talking about him. could it be?

“Are you okay?”

“um, yes. i’m okay. just thinking about maybe our next outing. we should go bowling next” says mj before taking another bite of the stir-fry noodles. the rest of the night goes by smoothly as conversation seems to flow easily between both mj and jungkook, however, the finish line has been pushed back further than before.

“uh, no thanks. i don’t mind walking. um, i had fun as well. see you later, jungkook” mj says before heading in the opposite direction of jungkook who reaches for his helmet.

“it needs more….still not strong enough….”

🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️

it’s 11 at night and after a drink or two, you’ve finally loosened up and had some fun with your friend jisoo who insisted that everything would work out fine. you’re still a little tipsy but you can still make out your surroundings and with jisoo passed out on living room floor, you’re stuck walking all the way back home alone.

maybe you should call jungkook but then you’re reminded of his date with that girl mj and he probably doesn’t want to be bothered by something so minor. not too long ago you told jungkook you’d kick young-jae’s ass if he ever put his hands on him and that goes for any person that is smart enough to put their hands on you.

you wait awhile to sober up some more before leaving jisoo’s apartment but only after making sure she’s comfortable in bed and safe. your apartment complex is only a 10 maybe 15 minute walk away so it’ll be quick. hopefully…

“hey pretty lady” says a man against a concrete wall but you continue onwards not paying attention to his obvious advances. once the man sees that you’re ignoring him, he takes it upon himself to follow after you. you speed your pace up with hopes to get out of his reach but it’s too late. the man grabs hold of you and pulls you close.

“you don’t hear me talking to you? it’s always stuck up bitches like you that think their pussy’s too tight to acknowledge someone”

“GET OFF OF ME!! LET ME GO!!”

“you got in money on you, eh? or do you wanna offer me that pretty mouth of yours?”

you struggle against the man but when you see an opening, you take it. you take a huge chunk of his finger in your mouth and clench your mouth tightly which causes him to let you go but not without pissing you off.

“YOU BITCH!!!” he punches you in the face which sends you onto the floor. “oh you’re really gonna get it now!!”

~🫧

Jungkook is now riding on his bike as he thinks about his dinner with mj. Why did he fuck up an opportunity he probably would’ve died for some time ago?

He’s still focusing on the road, tightening his hands around the handles. It’s almost about to rain, “ugh fuck.” He exclaims while driving.

It’s so lonely as he drives back home, the streets are almost empty, maybe due to the weather, but.. he shouldn’t be too stressed out about this.

Just as he drives through the roads, Jungkook notices some commotion. “What the fuck is going on?” Some man beating up a woman- holy fuck.

He needs to help her.

Jungkook stops his bike to the side way and quickly puts the keys in his pockets before running into an alleyway with his bag.

Jungkook immediately puts on his Spider-Man disguise and doesn’t waste a single moment before running to the man attacking the woman.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” He gets near the man before kicking him harshly, the raindrops start to drop from the sky. And that’s when it gives him some time to look at the assaulted woman.

Y-Yn???

“OH ITS YOU!” The man exclaims as he tries to defend himself against the great vigilante.

Jungkook can’t believe it at all. It’s you. His best friend who was being harassed by this creep. “YOU FUCKER IM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Jungkook uses all of his strength to hurt the creep.

He kicks him, punches him, repeatedly. Doesn’t even remember to use his webs or any power to hurt the man.

It’s not Spider-Man fighting but it’s jungkook fighting for you.

It’s raining, completely soaking the roads as he beats the man to a pulp without even thinking of his reputation as a hero.

“YOU ARE GOING TO DIE.” Jungkook delivers one last kick to the man as he falls to the ground unconscious and bloody.

And it finally gives him some sense of satisfaction and he helps you. “A-Are you okay?” He looks at your face and his anger finally dissolves.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Ooh! Can you talk about nightbolt plz?

So, for context for the following infodump: Bluebolt's real name is Gideon, so if I alternate between using Bluebolt and Gideon, that's why! :D I'm gonna alternate between them to show civvie stuff versus vigilante stuff! Another thing is that Gideon moved to Gotham to try to help make it a better place(and get away from home, but that's besides the point-)! That being said, it's going under a read more because I have. many thoughts about them! Also like, implied not-so-good childhood under the cut, read carefully! More stuff happens in the story, but like, I'm just gonna focus on them rn lol

TL;DR:

Friends to lovers, I am so normal about them. :)

So, Gideon and Dick first met on complete accident. It was a routine robbery, Bluebolt was hurrying to try to help with dealing with it, running into Robin on the way there, in the literal sense. After a few moments to recover, the two quickly got up, apologizing to one another.

Before Robin can get another word in, Bluebolt rushes off to go help deal with the robbery without saying goodbye, Robin hurrying to follow him to help as well.

The robbery gets dealt with as smoothly as usual, Bluebolt helping the store owner clean up a bit. Robin nudges Batman in the side, telling him to go say thank you for helping them deal with the whole thing.

Batman sends Robin to go do it, as Bruce has to get the Batmobile up and running. Robin nods, jogging over to give Bluebolt his thanks. Robin taps him on the shoulder, getting swept off his feet literally as Bluebolt knocks his legs out from under him with a broom.

Bluebolt apologizes, helping Robin back up, Robin giving the blue-hoodie-wearing-hero his thanks for the help up and the help with the robbery, flashing him a warm, happy smile.

This causes Bluebolt to sorta have a bit of a crisis, zoning out for a few moments. He gets pulled back to reality, telling Robin it was his pleasure to help and that he'd hopefully see him again, quickly adding "platonically" to the end of the sentence.

Timeskip a while, Bluebolt has continued to help Batman and Robin whenever he can, and overtime, the tension between Bluebolt and Robin has gotten less platonic and more, y'know, romantic! Hell, Robin even sorta helped Bluebolt get over how badly his parents treated him in some ways!(Alfred could tell no matter how hard Bluebolt tried to hide it, that Butler knows all lmao)

Robin helps Bluebolt heal in both physical and mental ways, and Bluebolt is forever grateful to him for that.

In the story with him, Dick still went out with Barb, and Gideon sorta kept his feelings to himself the whole time because he didn't wanna ruin a good thing that Dick had going for himself, despite how much he wanted to tell him.

Then comes the fated incident where Dick leaves Batman. The one mission Gideon didn't help with because he thought Batman and Robin could handle it and he just waited at the Batcave, eager for the gang to come back.

He was excited for them to come back! He was gonna finally tell Robin how he felt! He could finally do it! Alfred finally gave him the confidence to tell him!

He started dozing off when he heard the Batmobile driving in. He quickly jumped up, running over to go greet Robin as he came out.

He waited a while. And a while longer. And a while longer. "Hey, uh, Bats...? Is...Is Robin coming out?"

Batman, being the blunt motherfucker he is, says nothing and just continues walking into the batcave. This worries Gideon. Did the mission go wrong? Did Robin get hurt?

"Barb? Is Dick okay?" He asks, very obviously worried. Barbara sighs, explaining everything that happened, Gideon's eyes widen as his face goes pure white.

Gideon fidgets with his hands a bit, trying to form shapes with them before stopping. Dick was one of the few people that Gideon knew would understand what he was trying to say when he went nonverbal.

After a while, Gideon calms down, sighing for a moment, speaking in short sentences. "...He's not coming back...is he...?" Barbara shakes her head no, causing Gideon to groan in frustration.

At this point, half of his spark has died out pretty much. Flash forward a while, Gideon is still a vigilante, just not as optimistic as he used to be.

Then comes a mission with Mr. Freeze. Bluebolt still wants to try to help the villains get better by trying to talk them down, but he accidentally lets Nora's name slip out and this causes shit to go south really quick.

Mr. Freeze overcharges his freeze-ray and causes Bluebolt's legs to get frozen with what might as well be dry ice.

Everything after that is a blur to Bluebolt, he just knows he wakes up and has lost his legs due to how badly his legs got frozen, causing them to get such bad nerve damage that his lower legs had to get amputated. That is when almost the rest of his spark dies out.

It takes Bluebolt a while to get used to his prosthetics, but after he gets used to them, he's back on his feet as soon as Batman allows him to be.

A while afterwards, Bluebolt notices someone swinging through Gotham while he's on patrol. Confused, Bluebolt follows them to see who they are.

He follows them to the Gotham docks, confused as to where they went. To which he gets his answer, in the form of said person tackling him to the ground, pinning him down.

Bluebolt tries to escape their grip, but is rendered pretty much immobile. Eventually, they speak, Bluebolt vaguely recognizing the voice, despite the amount of time that's passed.

Bluebolt quickly pushes up as hard as he could, shoving the person off, pinning them to the ground. "Who are you?!"

"Nightwing." He responds. Bluebolt narrows his eyes. "Your ACTUAL name."

Then he narrows his eyes. "From the look on your face, you know that already." A few punches get thrown at Nightwing before they start to slow, Bluebolt slowly starting to tear up.

Nightwing is confused. "What're you-"

"Why did you leave? No goodbyes, no see you laters, just...gone." Nightwing's eyes widen.

Nightwing thought Bluebolt was asleep by the time Batman and Batgirl would've gotten home. He thought he wouldn't have noticed.

After a bit of calming down, Dick, for the first time in years, pulls Gideon into a hug. Normally, Gideon initiated them, but this time, Dick felt he owed Gideon the initiation.

After all these years, they were finally together again. Gideon melted into the hug as Dick had so many times in the past.

"...Dick...?" Dick tilts his head as if to express confusion. "...I love you..."

"How long?"

Gideon explains, Dick chuckling. "Been blind this whole time, huh?"

"As a bat." Gideon retorts, laughing shakily.

The two basically pick up where they left off(as best they can), and Dick informs Gideon of his time in Blüdhaven.

Even then, Gideon still calls Dick every night to make sure he hasn't left again without saying goodbye, even making jokes about that being a tendency of his, even if it's on accident.

Gideon even removed the alarms on his windows for if he gets nightmares about his family trying to get him to come back home so if he's still awake, Dick can come over to try to help him recover, most likely staying the night.

In other words? I want them to kiss.

Post writing Hunter here: Dick helps Gideon get his spark back a bit, too! :D

[antihero6912]

Resolutions 2025.

What we're hoping for, ay ay ay!

This year has been SO long and SO short at the same time. It feels like it was the longest year ever and at the same time it does not feel like we're 2 days away from 2025.

And what a year it's been, holy moly.

Anyway, same procedure as every year: here is what I am hoping and wishing for for this 32nd year of my life:

Birthing this baby: Hoping and PRAYING for an easy delivery in January or February. I wish for nothing but a healthy baby boy to be here in the next couple of weeks and join our little family :) I cannot wait to finally meet him and love on him from the outside. I hope he gets here safely and that birth will be a very positive experience for me and H. I hope I don't tear honestly lol and that everything goes as smoothly and quickly as possible and T is a healthy, easy baby haha

Health: Hoping for my hubby to not have any panic attacks anymore. Hoping for me and baby T to be healthy and happy and praying for my brothers and H's side of the fam to be healthy as well.

Marriage: Let us all hope and pray that we make it through the newborn stage stronger and better as a couple. I hope H helps me a lot, especially in the beginning, and that I can count on him to be there. I hope I do not resend him for going to work or not helping in the house as much and that we still get time for us as a couple.

Parenthood: I hope both of us absolutely LOVE it. I hope we act as a team all throughout the next year raising this little babe and keeping him alive lol I hope we laugh a lot if we do struggle and that H will be the very best daddy to T. I hope I get to breast feed and that motherhood comes naturally to me and that I have a somewhat easy time being home all the time with the little one. Manifesting a happy, chill baby and a grand old time with him.

Work: I hope I get to enjoy the next year at home and do not regret taking the time off.

Friendships: Fingers crossed that me and Sab will stay friends even tho our parenting styles will most likely look different haha and hoping to make at least one new good mom friend!

Vacation: Hoping for a family of 3 vay cay towards the fall when babe is a little bigger :) Also, hopefully, to have a trip to the states at least booked by the end of 2024.

Family: I hope the whole heritage thing that we have going on with my mom's money right now does not tear us siblings apart and that both my brothers will still be able to talk to each other once everything is said and done. I hope Jess gets a new partner and that Jo will be happier with his parents split up.

All in all I hope 2025 will be better than 2024 and that we will look back at it being the best year yet with our little boy, even tho we do not get to go skiing haha

Let's go 2025!

[unseededtoast]

Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 24/37 | Part Twenty Three, Part Twenty Five

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

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"I'm sorry I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting one another before."

Natasha skillfully lands the jet in what seems to be the middle of nowhere. Shield really does like to put their outposts in the most remote areas. While the woods typically feel tranquil to me, this time I'm getting an eerie feeling and I can't quite pinpoint why. I try to shake the feeling as we follow Natasha into the small concrete building. 

We step inside and are instantly met with a security team. Metal detectors are being waved everywhere, and they loudly alarm when going over Bucky. Other security members pat us down at the same time, it's a chaotic mess. As quickly as it begins, it ends. The team steps aside to let us through. What a warm welcome. Silently, we follow Natasha to the only thing in the room, an elevator. 

As the doors close my mind begins racing. This has to be a maximum security compound and with maximum security comes maximum threats. My stomach twists as I think of everything that can possibly go wrong while we're here. Hopefully things go smoothly but I know better than to get my hopes up. The elevator swiftly takes us down and the doors slide open. 

I can see over Natasha's shoulder that there are armed guards standing every few feet. I don't like the energy this place has, it's too similar to that of Hydra's bases. I glance to Bucky, who returns my look with one of equal concern. It seems like our footsteps echo in the chillingly silent halls. I'm used to Shield compounds being lively and bright, but this is the exact opposite. I clutch the book tighter in my hand and keep my eyes trained on the back of Natasha's head.

I swallow the lump in my throat and tug at the collar of my shirt. I feel like I'm being suffocated in these halls. The lights are dim and spaced far apart, the concrete walls are cold. I feel Bucky's warm hand on my back as we walk down the hall and it brings me some comfort, knowing he's here. 

We're led to a small room where Fury is sitting at a round table. The three of us take a seat, the chairs scraping against the rough concrete floors. One of the guards closes the door behind us with what seems to be a loud click. I look to Fury, curious about what he has to say. I'm sure everyone at this table can hear my heartbeat.

"Averina, Barnes, it's nice to see you two doing well." Fury starts, the sound of his voice cutting through the deafening silence. 

"It's nice to see you as well, Director." I greet him. His hands are on the table, fingers interlocked with one another. 

"The people we have detained here are dangerous. We just got them to start talking to us. What we know so far is that they are Sokovian twins, named Wanda and Pietro. They say they volunteered to be experimented on and they were granted their powers by Hydra." As the words leave Fury's mouth, a light bulb goes off in my mind. I lean forward in my seat, anxious to hear what else he has to say.

"They don't necessarily like us, they still have some allegiance to Hydra. We would like to change that, of course. I understand you're here to get some answers. Perhaps we can reach an agreement." Fury looks at me.

"What kind of agreement?" I ask, not understanding what he's getting at. 

"I will let you talk to them on the condition you try to influence their loyalty to Shield. You know Hydra and how they operate, I trust you know the right the right things to say to sway their loyalty." He says and I raise my eyebrows. That's a daunting task. 

"I can certainly try, Director. I'll give it my best effort." I say. I have to agree to this or else Bucky and I just wasted our time coming here. I know there's no easy way to persuade someone to defect from Hydra, it's something you have to decide for yourself first. Hydra does a good job of sinking their teeth in you, making you fully believe everything they say and do.

"Glad to hear it. Nat can show Bucky to your room while I take you to go see them. I think it's best if we limit their exposure to other people for now." Fury stands from the table. I stand as well and give the book and flash drives to Bucky. I know he'll take care of it and put everything in a safe place. Nat and Bucky walk one way, Fury and I the other. 

I think it's going to be entirely too difficult to not only sway the twins from siding with Hydra, but also to get answers from them about the scepter. I'm going to have to be discreet about my anti-Hydra campaign, my main focus has to be on getting answers. The information they have can open my eyes to what the scepter's gem is and what it can do, it can be the key to helping Bucky. It can also prevent Tony from making what may be a grave mistake. 

Fury leads me down a remote hall with guards stationed all down the sides. My heart beats heavily in my chest as we get closer to the door at the end of the hall. Guards open the door for us as we approach and as soon as we step through it is shut behind us. I look around the room, taking everything in. 

There are two holding cell type of rooms. Each with padded walls and one-way glass. I see a blonde haired man in the room on the right, his ankles are chained to the floor. The brunette woman on the left is not chained to the floor, but her hands are wrapped up in some sort of thick fabric and are handcuffed. They look tired.

"This is Wanda and that's Pietro. She has some sort of magic powers, she can get inside people's minds and look through their brain. That's why her hands are wrapped, so she can't. Pietro is fast, he moves with incredible speed." Fury explains. I'm a bit taken aback by seeing them. It's one thing to hear about them, it's a whole other ball game actually seeing them. I scratch my forehead and decide to dive into this headfirst, there's no time to lose. 

"Can I go in and talk with them?" I ask. Fury curtly nods his head and motions for me to help myself to one of the doors. I'm especially interested in Wanda's abilities, I only thought she could move things with her mind, nobody mentioned her ability to get inside a mind. That's incredibly fascinating. I walk towards her door and hover my hand over the handle momentarily. I hate that I don't have a solid plan going into this, but I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out. I turn the handle and instantly Wanda's eyes lock onto me. 

It's a weird sense of deja-vu. I remember walking into the room with Bucky for the first time back at the compound, and he did the same thing. Only this time, I have no idea what's in store. I feel vulnerable around her, but I can't let her know that. I can't let her think she has the upper hand here. I swallow my nerves and smile softly, 

"Hi, I'm Adalyn, and I'm here to ask you a few questions. It won't take long at all. Is that okay?" I ask. I want to try to make her feel like she has a sense of control over this. In a way she does, she can choose not to talk if she wishes. I'm hoping since Shield has gotten her to talk before my arrival that she's willing to open up now. She looks me up and down cynically, 

"I've seen you before." She says and I feel like my blood has instantly turned to ice water in my veins. How could she possibly know me? I'm at a loss for words as I stutter, trying to come up with something coherent to say. 

"I'm sorry I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting one another before." I eventually get out. This doesn't make any sense. She smirks and lets out a short laugh. I scrunch my eyebrows as I try to put together the puzzle. 

"I've seen you, you haven't seen me." She says, which doesn't help me solve the mystery. 

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, hoping she'll reveal more. With the same smirk on her face she talks again in a thick Sokovian accent. 

"I've seen you in the mind of Dane Winthrop. I know who you are and what you are to him, to Hydra." She says. I'm shocked in both awe and horror. 

"You can see into the minds of others and dig through their memories. That is extraordinary, I've never seen anything like it." I say trying to brush aside the entire Dane statement. If I dwell on it now my mind will spiral.

"It can be quite helpful. It really lets you get to know a person." She stares at me, a blank expression on her face. I feel like I'm going to have to try incredibly hard in order to get specific answers I want. I think she likes to talk around a point without actually getting to it, it's cryptic in a way. 

"What did you find out about me through Dane's mind?" I ask. I am extremely curious as to what she saw in his mind and I'm even more intrigued about how she did it. She licks her lips and sits on the floor.

"I found out about the little arrangement your father made with him. I know he wanted to be in charge of your program, but he was never successful while you were there." She says. I'm stunned with the information she has. She knows all of this without ever formally meeting me. I wonder what else she knows. I join her on the floor and cross my legs. 

"If you know that then you also know I left Hydra." I say trying to pry more information out of her. 

"I know you left, and I know Dane has hunted you down every day for the last five years. He has some obsessive thoughts about you." She says, her tone changing to one of more seriousness. I feel nauseous at the mention of Dane. 

"He just wanted me for the power it would give him." I say. I feel like it's incredibly easy to open up to Wanda for some reason. Maybe because she already knows so much. She nods her head,

"All he wants is power. From you, from me, from Pietro, from Shield." She lists off.

"Is he the one that was experimenting with the scepter?" I ask, wanting to get more to the point of why I'm here. Her eyebrows raise slightly. 

"The scepter, yes. He was always there when they did experiments on us. Pietro and I were the only ones to survive the tests." She says and raises her wrapped hands.

"What kind of experiments was he doing? Did the scepter grant you and Pietro your powers?" I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. She sighs and takes a moment.

"It was really just exposing us to the gem to see how we reacted to it. When I was first exposed to the gem I saw someone. She looked like me, but different. Ever since, I've had my powers. But I almost just feel more like me even though so much has changed." She says. I bite the inside of my lip. I don't even know what I don't know at this point. What does this all mean?

"Wanda, thank you for talking to me. Is it okay if I come back tomorrow and talk some more?" I think I need time to digest everything she's said so far. Tomorrow I can come back with a better understanding and more questions to get to the bottom of everything. 

"I'll be here." She says, a small smile on her face. I stand from the floor and thank her one more time before leaving. The door clicks behind me, and I see Fury still standing in the same spot as when I entered the room. He looks like he's deep in thought. 

"She hasn't talked to our people this much." He states and looks to me. I shrug my shoulders,

"Maybe it's already because she's seen my face. People are more likely to open up to those they perceive as being familiar. It offers some comfort and security." I say, trying to offer him some sort of answer. 

"How is it that every person we've recovered from Hydra already seems to know you?" Fury asks, and I can't tell if it's rhetorical or if he wants me to answer it. 

"Well I worked with Bucky for years, and she was able to go through Dane's memories which I am probably a big part of. Sir I was heavily involved with high ranking members of Hydra, my name carries weight with it." I explain. He smiles and shakes his head, 

"I know Adalyn, I'm just thankful that you're here with us. I really do think you're the answer to some of my prayers." He says as he leads me out of the room. 

"I'm just doing my job, sir." I say. 

"You're doing a better job than some of my best agents. I guess Hydra is good for something after all." He says, and I stay quiet. I'm glad I can help Fury out, but at the end of the day I'm really just trying to help Bucky. He is where my loyalty lies above all else. 

Fury leads me down another hall lined with guards and stops in front of a door. He looks at the door and then back to me. 

"This is where you and Barnes will be staying while you're here. We have limited space down here so I hope you don't mind the close vicinity." He says and walks away without another word. 

I turn and open the door. Bucky is sitting on the bed, with the red book in his hands. I step into the room and glance at the page he's on. He's on a page of my own personal notes, scribbled in Russian. I didn't think he'd want to read any of what's in the book, it's a little shocking. But I guess it fits with today's theme of surprises. He looks up to me and closes the book.

"How did it go?" He asks and places the book on the small bedside table. I glance from the cover to his face and try to piece my thoughts together. 

"She knew me as soon as I walked into the room. Her powers let her get into someone's mind and go through their memories. She knew about my father and Dane, she knew I defected from Hydra. She told me things I didn't even know." I say, letting myself blurt everything out. 

"What did she say?" I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Where do I start?

"She said Dane had some obsessive thoughts about me, whatever that means. She also said that her and her brother were the only two to survive the experiments, which Dane just so happened to be in charge of. She said she was exposed to the gem that we're studying back at Tony's building, she said when she was exposed to it she saw herself, but different. I don't know what this means I feel like I'm in over my head." I say and sit next to him on the bed. Bucky places an arm over my shoulder and pulls me close to him. 

I feel like I've gone to one extreme unknown to another. The gem seems to get more complicated the deeper I research. Wanda's powers exceed what I've been told and I don't understand how they work. I think her powers could be immensely helpful to Shield, but I also worry how else they could be used. Just as I think I'm digging myself out of the hole that is the unknown, something kicks me right back to the bottom.

"It'll be okay. We'll figure this all out. At least we know that the gem does have something to do with their powers, and now we know who was experimenting with it." He says. I nod my head, thankful that he's so willing to help me absorb all of this information. 

"Yeah. You're right. I guess tomorrow I can focus on asking more things about her abilities and the gem. We don't really need to know anything more about Dane. For all we know he was at the base when the Avengers cleaned it out. He could be dead." I say. I hope for everyone's sake that Dane is dead. 

"What a relief that would be." Bucky says and I couldn't agree more. I think back to my unpleasant experiences with Dane and feel nothing but disdain.

"I wish I would've taken care of him before I left." I say, feeling the anger rise inside of me. I know he tortured Bucky after I left, and if he is dead I hope he had a slow and painful death. 

"I don't wish for you to have to kill anyone." Bucky's voice is quiet. 

"I have killed before. Stabbed him right through the neck and left him to bleed out on my kitchen floor. I gave my father cyanide, tried to give it to Dane as well." I say. I can still feel the blood on my hands, the iron smell it had.

"You didn't have a choice." He says. I know he's right about the man in my kitchen, but at the end of the day I did have a choice as to whether I killed my father. I rub my eyes and sigh, feeling mentally drained. I stand from my seat and go to get into bed. 

Shortly after, Bucky joins me under the covers and I scoot over to be close to him. After today, I want nothing more than to just lay with him. No matter where we are he always manages to make me feel at home. Wherever he is, is home for me. He rubs a hand on my back and I melt into his touch. 

The room is pitch black, seeing as how we're underground, and it's peaceful in a way. There are no distractions, just us. I close my eyes and soak in the feeling of his hand on my back. 

"Did you mean everything you wrote in the book?" He asks and I open my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I ask, not being able to remember exactly what I wrote in the book. 

"You wrote down that you wished you would have killed yourself rather than put the programming in my mind. It was dated the day after we were on the stage." He says and I know exactly what he's talking about. 

"Truthfully, yes. You know more than anyone else that I hate what they made me do to you. You know I'll never forgive myself for it. Every single time I had to get you out of cryo I relived that moment. I'll never be able to forget the look in your eyes when I pressed the button." I say, reliving that dreadful night. 

"Adalyn, we both know this isn't your fault. They put stuff in my mind long before you came along. Don't put the blame on yourself." He says. I know he's right, but he's also wrong at the same time. I feel like he's said this on multiple occasions but I just can't bring myself to completely agree.

"If I hadn't perfected the stuff they had already done there's a chance it wouldn't have held up long-term." I say, knowing that there was once a possibility that the programming could've worn off naturally. Zola did a good job, just not a good enough one to make the programming permanent. 

"We don't know that for sure. But, in a way I guess I'm glad it was you. If it were anyone else they may have entirely erased my memories of before, they would have made me a blank canvas. They might have never left and none of this would be possible. You saved me long before you even left." He says. Bucky is gifted at providing new perspectives. His creativity never ceases to amaze me, he is truly an incredible person. I am so glad I was able to meet him, the real Bucky. Not the one I ruined, not the shell of him.

I reach up and cup his face in my hand. I still struggle with coming to terms about what I did and it still amazes me that he continues to not hold a grudge. He's always looking on the bright side, and he's a better person than me for that. I don't know if I would have the strength if things were the other way around. 

I place a soft kiss on his lips, and he kisses me back. He props himself up with his metal arm as he places his free hand on my face as he deepens the kiss. I feel a passion I've never felt before. I tangle my fingers in his long hair as he kisses me over and over again. He hovers over me as he starts placing kisses on my cheek, then on my jaw before settling on my neck. 

Bucky finds the sensitive spot on my neck, right below my ear. My body ignites in warmth as I tug on his hair, encouraging him to keep going. My mouth falls open and I close my eyes, relishing the feeling. I let him keep working his magic for a few moments before I decide to flip the roles. I find it in myself to take charge and push him off me and lay him back on the bed. 

I straddle him, my hips right above his. I lean in for a kiss and work my way down to his neck, returning the favor. I feel him shudder underneath me as he lets his hands move up my torso. The coolness from his metal hand sends a shiver down my body in the best way possible. He grips my hips and I feel myself grind into him and I fight back the gasp in my throat. 

Bucky guides me back to his lips and gives me a long, passionate kiss before pulling away. As I lick my lips and go to deepen things more, I feel him hold me in place. I stop what I'm doing and feel guilt wash over me, did I take things too far?

"Adalyn, I adore you so much, and I respect you too much to do this here, right now. You deserve better than an underground Shield compound." He says, voice deep and raspy. While my body is telling me an underground Shield compound is plenty sufficient, my mind is telling me something else. 

I get off of Bucky's lap and feel the absence of heat. I lay up against him, my forehead resting on his chest. He wraps me up in a hug and kisses my forehead.

"You deserve the world and I won't give you anything less than that." He says and kisses me once more. 

[messers-moony]

So Perfect 2 | J.P

Paring: Young!James Potter X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: James falls in love with a bookstore called, Lupin’s Library, and can’t believe what they’re going through. 

Preparing for a date seemed easy enough, except when it’s with a twenty-five-year-old man that already has a child. Granted, the twenty-five-year-old man was handsome, very handsome; maybe that’s what made this so hard. Every dress that she tried on didn’t seem to fit or didn’t seem to look right. 

Y/n was looking at her appearance in the mirror when a light knock was heard on her door, “Come in!”

Remus almost dropped the tea he was holding for her, “You look spiffing.”

“Spiffing?” Y/n crossed her arms with a stupid smile, “That’s all you could come up with?”

“Dashing, beautiful, gorgeous?” Remus shrugged, “I'm not good at this whole thing. ‘S why I’m into blokes, remember?”

Y/n hummed, reaching for the tea he was holding for her, “Thanks, Remmy.”

“No problem.” He replied, taking a seat on her twin bed, “So, are you excited?”

“Nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s already got a child, Rem!” Y/n said exasperated, “If this goes well, then he’ll expect me to be Harry’s stepmother, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Remus placed two hands on his shorter sister's shoulders, “You’re going to be fine. No one is more prepared for that than you are.”

“I’m regretting this.”

“If you don’t go on this date, then I’ll never call Sirius.” 

“That’s not fair!”

“It is.” Remus replied, “How about this-”

“Oh no, you only do this when you know you’ll win.” She murmured. 

Remus smirked, “If you go on this date and have fun, I’ll ask Sirius out. If you don’t go on this date at all, I’ll block his number.”

“But you and Sirius are perfect for each other.” Y/n whined, “And so are you and James.” Remus countered. 

Y/n pouted, and Remus smiled, “Now go have fun on this date. James is waiting outside.”

“Are you shitting me?!” 

Remus laughed, “Nope!”

Y/n scrambled to grab her things, and Remus watched amusedly, “You’re the worst, Rem!” She yelled as she began to leave the bookstore. 

“Love you too, sis!”

The door closed behind her, and she was releasing breaths of air. James turned to see her out of breath and a flush on her cheeks. It made him smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking too. Y/n’s hair was styled, and her dress looked dashing on her. James offered her his hand, and Y/n took it with a gentle smile. 

“Sorry for making you wait.” Y/n apologized, “Rem was no help.”

James chuckled, “It’s fine.”

James opened the car door for her, and she got in. Instantly she felt out of place. Y/n hadn’t been in a car since high school and ever since then had taken public transportation or walked. She and Remus didn’t have money for a vehicle, so they made do with what they had. The seats were black leather, and the car didn’t have a spec of dirt on it. 

He got into the driver's side of the car smoothly and took notice of Y/n’s awestruck expression, “I take it you like my car?”

“I’m sorry.” Her expression turned sheepish, “It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a car.”

James quirked an eyebrow, “Remus and I walk or ride buses to get by.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be with you for your first experience back.” They both laughed. 

It was so easy with James. Conversation flowed like water, and the air was light like clouds. His hand went from the shift to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/n’s face flushed, and James smiled genuinely. James couldn’t remember a time when a girl made his heart race and butterflies fill his stomach like this before. 

When they arrived, Y/n was starstruck. It was fancier than she thought. Her heart pounded, and insecurity filled her body. James made his way to her side of the car and opening the door for her again. He helped her out of the car and felt her hand tremble just the slightest bit. 

“You look beautiful.” James assured, “No need to be worried.”

Y/n swallowed thickly, “Hey,” James turned her face to his, “If I thought you were underdressed, I would’ve told you. You’re gorgeous, and I think you’ll be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her another one of those beautiful smiles before walking up to the hostess, “Name?”

“Should be under Potter.”

The hostess smiled, “Right this way.”

James motioned for Y/n to go first, so she followed the hostess to the table. Y/n sat down, and James sat across from her as the woman set down two menus. Maybe it was a force of habit, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes travel to everything around her. 

He smiled, slightly amused by her way of checking everything around her. It wasn’t the fanciest place that he could’ve taken her - there was much better - but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. It wasn’t pitying that drew him toward her, though. There was something about her that made him feel like a teenager again. 

The place was made of what appeared to be a dark wooden material. The lights were a dim yellow, and the tables were polished beautifully. The booths were comfy and with red cushioning. The atmosphere was cooling and dry. 

Y/n had opened her menu and began to survey it, “Pick whatever you want.” 

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “I really don’t mind-“

“This is a date.” James reminded as he held her hands from across the table, “Let me treat you so well that you a second date.”

Y/n blushed, “You’ve already done that.” 

“I have?”

“Shut up.”

James chuckled, kissing her knuckles, “Whatever you want, love.”

Half of the food on the menu Y/n hadn’t even heard of. Granted, she and Remus never really ate out much as kids. Usually, their mother - Hope - would cook them dinner as their father - Lyall - got home from work. Dinner was generally around seven-thirty or eight o’clock. 

The dinner went by gracefully, with lots of banter and getting to know each other. It wasn’t until the end of the date where James had paid despite Y/n’s efforts, and they got into the car where he had asked the dreadful question. They both sat in the parking spot when James had turned to her. 

“How do you feel about children?” James asked and quickly added, “I know that you’re good with them because of the reading on Saturdays but, I mean, about having children?”

Y/n wrung her hands, “I never really thought about it.”

“Why?”

“I have two jobs and a sick brother to take care of.”

Y/n replied, “Kids don’t really fit in. I’d also have to have a significant other to have children. Which I don’t have.”

James nodded, “Okay, but if you were to have a significant other.”

“I mean, I’d like to.” Y/n shrugged, “My life is just hectic right now. Bringing a child into this life wouldn’t be fair.”

Okay, so this isn’t going anywhere, James thought; I need to be blunt, “How would you feel about being Harry’s stepmother?”

She swallowed, “James….”

“I know that’s a hard thing to answer right now. Especially with us just getting started.” James added, “But if you aren’t interested, then this isn’t worth starting.”

“No, I know and understand.” Y/n said, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, “I’m sure it’s hard to find someone, you know, already having a kid and all.”

James nodded. 

“I’d love to be Harry’s stepmother.” Y/n replied as James’ face lit up, “But I still have the bookstore, the bar, and Remus to take care of as well. It’ll be stressful.” 

“I’m not asking you to be a stay-at-home mother.” James chuckled, “I’m just asking that at the end of the day, you come home to us.”

“And hopefully,” James smiled sheepishly, “Sirius can knock Remus off your list.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hopefully. Remus is a handful.”

“He seems nice.” 

She snorted, “Until you officially meet him.”

“Well then,” James smiled, taking her hand in his as he began moving the car, “Looks like we’ll be having double dates.”

Y/n squeezed his hand as he began to drive. The car drove effortlessly over the unpaved roads. Light music played in the background. The sky was a beautiful blue littered with sparkling white specks. The moon was crescent and barely a sliver. James had gotten to a stoplight when he spoke up again. 

“My house or yours?”

“Whichever.” 

James smiled and turned the wheel to the left, “Okay.”

It didn’t take long to realize that they were going to his house. His neighborhood was much different than hers. Granted, she lived on top of a bookshop, but it was still different. James lived in the suburbs. The houses were breathtaking, and the streets looked clean. Asphalt roads were freshly paved, and sidewalks looked new. The homes were family-sized, but they looked ginormous compared to her and Remus’ studio apartment only suited for one. 

James pulled into the driveway, and Y/n was flabbergasted. It was a two-story house, mostly white concrete, and the accents were a dark brown color. The grass was freshly cut, and the vegetation was trimmed. The backyard appeared to have a pool and a patio area, but Y/n could barely tell over the solid fence. 

His keys jingled as he placed the key into the slot and the door opened with ease. Gently, he motioned her to go first. The floors were dark oak wood, seemingly similar to the dark paint on the accents of the house. Everything was so clean, exactly like the car, not a spec of dust laid on the surfaces. 

A movie was playing on the television in the room on the right. The kitchen was on the left, and the sitting table was in the room beside it. James shut the door behind him, locking it. He took off his coat and shoes, placing them at the front door. He smiled. 

“I take it you like the house?”

“It’s beautiful.”

James smiled, walking to the kitchen, and Y/n took off her shoes before following him. He sighed when he opened the fridge, and Y/n had taken a seat at the barstool in front of the island. James picked up an empty bottle of wine that was still residing in the fridge. 

“You keep empty bottles of wine in the fridge?” Y/n questioned as James rubbed his face with his hands. 

“No. Bad habit of Sirius’.”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “He lives here?”

“He acts as he does.” James muttered as he recycled the empty bottle, “But no, Sirius lives a couple of doors down. But I feel like he should be paying rent here.”

Y/n laughed, “Regardless, I’ve known him since elementary school, so he’s like my brother. Harry calls him uncle and everything.”

“That’s adorable.” Y/n said, “Do you have any actual siblings?”

“Nope. Jus’ me.” He answered, motioning to himself, “Sirius has a younger brother named Regulus.”

“His parents obsessed with constellations or something?”

“Supposedly.”

“Where is Harry now?” 

“With Sirius.” James replied, taking out a full bottle of wine, “Told him I might get him tonight or might not.”

Y/n took the glass of wine he offered her with a smile, “Mind if I ask why the tv was left on?”

“My cat.”

“Cat?”

“Technically, not mine.” James explained, “It’s my ex-fiancées, but she left him here, so he’s mine now.”

“And your cat likes the tv?”

James nodded, “What's his name?”

“Moony.”

“Moony?”

“Yeah. Harry named him actually.”

Y/n smiled. They continued to talk, and the night kept going on by. It was well past midnight when James drove her back home to her shared apartment. The car ride was silent, primarily with music playing lightly in the background once again. He walked her to the door of the bookstore before bidding her goodnight. 

Gently James pressed his lips to her forehead, “Goodnight, get some sleep.”

“You too…” Y/n muttered, blushing as she walked into the bookstore. 

She hadn’t even made it up the steps when Remus began talking, “Had a good night, I presume?”

“You’re a dick, ya know?”

He smirked and closed his book with a thud, “Runs in the family.”

Y/n gasped playfully, “You ass!”

Remus chuckled as they both walked up the steps, “Seriously though, good night?”

“Yeah, really good night.”

[jahayla-parker]

Hi Love!

I just went on holiday recently and it gave me an idea for a request if you're interested?

Y/N and Tom are both circus performers. They are dating. When performing a dangerous trick with Tom, Y/N loes her grip and injuries herself badly. Tom is there to take care of her and make sure she recovers properly so they can get back to doing what they love.

Hope you like! 💕

Normally I don’t usually do AUs but I tried, hopefully you like it! Please lmk 💜

Night Under The Stars: Circus Performer AU for Tom Holland x Gf! Reader

Summary: Tom Holland and his girlfriend are circus performers when one night during an important hit dangerous stunt, something goes wrong.

Warnings: injuries, minor bleeding, stunts, and panic mentioned. Not proofread 😂

———

“I love you” y/n says, kissing her boyfriend Tom’s cheek.

He smiles a dazzling grin and nods, “I love you too, let’s do this”.

She laughs as she watches his head to his part of the tent.

While doing her gymnastics entrance onto the floor in front of the crowd, she feels her adrenaline rush as it usually does each night.

She then promptly hoists herself into the air on the red aerial silk hanging down.

When her solo is completed, she slides down the silk and poses on the floor, Tom joining her; sending a congratulatory wink her way.

He holds her hand and kisses the back of it.

As expected, the audience goes wild and they smirk at each other before parting to their separate beginning locations across the ring from each other.

The music begins and their routine soon follows, y/n and Tom’s acrobatic actions causing shouts of glee from the audience.

Everything is going fine and according to plan other than the intense heat tonight.

Their circus was a traveling one, something Tom and y/n loved as they got to see millions of different places.

Tonight the location was exceptionally hot and by this part in the routine both she and Tom were sweaty already.

She knew she’d need to ensure they both rehydrated after their performance but didn’t think much else of it.

When reaching the top rung of the stairs on her side, y/n rubbed her hands on the chalk, noticing how it began to clump this time rather than apply smoothly given the added perspiration.

She removed the tiny balls of chalk from her hands and gripped onto the bar and began to swing.

Tom was doing his normal routine as well but he noticed y/N’s grip starting to slip and he felt his heart speed up.

Fortunately she was able to reestablish her grip and continue with the routine, but Tom’s worried eyes were glued on her from then on.

Normally he didn’t fret about her portion of the routine where she was to swing back and leap to him, but after her earlier slip his chest felt heavy as he watched her swing backwards.

She was supposed to jump when the bar was about 3/4th of the way returned to the top of her arched swing.

However, she was barely past the half way point when her grip gave out again.

Tom panicked and pushed against his bar, looking behind him only briefly to make eye intact with the crew stabilizing his bar to signal he needed more length.

They responded fairly quickly upon seeing her falling but it wasn’t fast enough for him to be able to reach her.

Tom wanted to scream but nothing came out of his open mouth as his heart dropped keeping pace with her falling body.

He was certain the crowds around them were likely gasping and shouting, unsure if this was part of the routine or not.

But he couldn’t hear anyone other than y/n.

He felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he faintly heard her yelling “Tom” as she slipped past him more.

He couldn’t get himself to close his eyes despite knowing how hard she was going to hit the ground.

The echoing sound of her impact with the floor made it feel as if they were in a completely empty room.

Tom waited impatiently on his bar until he was low enough he could swing and jump off without hurting himself.

He didn’t want to injure himself and be unable to help her just because he was eager to get to her.

His breathing was erratic and his body was shaking as he rushed to her still body.

“Y/n?!” He gasped, seeing her leg bent wrong and a dislocated shoulder.

His eyes scanned over her for other injuries and noticed several scrapes and cuts from the props the crew tried to move in time but didn’t.

Forcing himself to ignore the blood, he looked back up to see if she could talk to him.

However, his own breathing stopped upon seeing her chest practically still.

“No, no, no, no, no, “ he rambled, his head hanging low, “please, please, no”.

He looked around as the crew rushed back and forth trying to find help.

“To-to-“ he heard faintly and he sobbed, immediately looking back at the girl in his arms.

“Oh thank god! Can you hear me? hey... y/n can you hear my voice?” He asks, gently tilts the her chin up so that he can see if she’s okay.

She squints at him, a ringing sound in her ear causing her to not respond despite his mouth moving.

“Y/n? Shit” Tom sighs, as she gives him a dazed looked.

“okay, we need to get you to a hospital... "He says, waving over one of the crew members standing to the side.

“Have they called for an ambulance?” Tom asks, holding y/N’s hand tightly in his own.

“I believe so sir” the teenager says, trying not to look at y/n.

“Where is it?” Tom pushes, trying to catch the flashing lights through the crowds of people in the entryway.

“I think they’re almost here, but I don’t think they’ll be able to get the stretcher past the doors with everyone in the way.

Tom clenches his jaw and nods, looking down at y/n.

Stroking her face softly with his free hand, he tries to ask her a question again.

The ringing has started to die down but the sound of the people echoes in her head making her even more dizzy and disoriented.

But she knows Tom enough to be able to read the look of concern on his face and his desire to get her out of there.

Y/n squeezes his hand faintly, barely enough for Tom to notice her movement rather than the pressure, as pain shoots through her wrist.

She then tries to block out the sounds and blinding lights before attempting to stand.

Tom instantly reaches forward to support her as she sits up.

However, he wasn’t expecting her to attempt to stand after a fall like that.

Therefore, as she pushes herself to her knees, his upper body lunches forward to try to stop her, knowing his verbal request will go unheard.

As soon as her left knee contacts the ground, before pressure is even applied, she crumbles back to the floor.

The adrenaline from earlier and from the fall has worn off.

Embarrassed, confused, and in a serious amount of pain, she chokes back a sob as tears fill her eyes.

Tom bites his lip aggressively before wrapping his arms under her as carefully as he can.

It’s not an easy feat since he has to avoid her shoulder, knee, lower leg, and seemingly her wrist.

But he does the best he can and apologizes profusely when she flinches in pain.

She tucks her head into his chest as he shouts at everyone to move out of the way so he can get her to the medics.

———

Once he’s reached the medics and the stretcher he lets out a sigh of relief as he ever so gently places her on the stretcher.

As the medics begin starting meds and stabilizing her leg so it doesn’t move on the drive, y/n glances at her body then at Tom.

“Everything’s go-going to be okay, okay?” He tries to assure her, brushing hair off her clammy forehead.

“Tommy, not to alarm you but uh-.. I'm kind of bleeding” she says quietly.

Tom nods stiffly before asking the medics for a wet washcloth.

One of the medics pauses his evaluation of her leg to pass a bag and opens a sterile cloth and a bottle of water to Tom.

He thanks them quickly before pouring the water on the towel and nodding towards her open wounds, “are you ready?”

She nods and closes her eyes so he can’t see the pain in them as he starts to clean up the scratches.

—————

Upon arriving back to their RV, Tom carries y/n up the steps and into their home away from home.

“Do you want to change before bed?” He asks, pausing by the bathroom.

“I’m not really wanting to sleep just yet” she admits, snuggling into his embrace.

“That’s okay love, what would you like to do instead?” He asks, looking down at her in his arms.

“ I just want to relax in your arms" she blushes.

Tom grins and nods, “let’s get you out of your costume first dear, then I’m all your’s; as always.”.

———

"That really didn't live up to the hype" y/n whispers as she draws shapes on Tom’s chest with her good hand.

“What’s that angel?” He asks, stroking her back.

“I messed up, badly. They’re not going to want me anymore” she sighs.

“Love, that wasn’t in your control. Your grip slipped” he says tenderly.

“It shouldn’t have. I’ve done it a thousand times Tom” she argues.

“Was it from the heat?” He asks.

She nods, “the chalk didn’t help the sweat. I probably should’ve applied twice as much or something”.

“You had no way of knowing that in advance dear. Besides, they should’ve had a net out. Even if it was lower than normal, it should’ve been there” Tom complains.

“They probably figured we didn’t need it. We never have before” she frowns, pressing her head against him for comfort.

“These things can happen y/n, that’s why it should’ve been there regardless” he says.

She nods once, “it just embarrassing. Especially with the pressure they always put on us”.

Tom pauses a moment, staring down at his love in his arms.

“Love, you know.. We could stop all of this... with just a flick of the wrist” he says, watching her to see if that’s what she wants.

She nods, “but I enjoy it Tommy it’s just I hate that I messed up. I don’t want to give up, we both enjoy it when it goes right and we get to work together. I just want to get better so I don’t get hurt again nor make you panic like that”.

Tom hums in agreement, “I am who I am because of you. If it weren’t for you, I would still be working in a job I hate and feeling lonely all the time. Let me try to think of ways we can prepare for next time?”

She smiles and tilts her head to kiss his chin, “thank you”.

He blushes and holds her closer to him, bringing the blanket over them.

———

Y/n groans and sits on the floor in frustration.

“Dear, don’t beat yourself up; it's a tricky move, nobody gets it right the first time” Tom says, joining her.

“It’s not my first time though Tom” she points out, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I know y/n/n, but it’s the first time in months and the first time since your fall. Give your body a chance to catch up” he encourages.

“I gave it a chance to heal! Now I need to give it more time?!” She frowns, glaring at her lap.

“You can’t pick up right where you left off. It’ll take a few attempts to get going again, but I’ll be here the whole time” he promises.

“Thank you. I just feel worthless. Everyone else has still been performing and I’m just taking up space” she sighs.

Tom frowns “I hope you know just how full of worth you are. Y/n, you're very valuable to me. Not just because your my partner for work. You’re everything to me and I’ll deal with anyone who dares say you’re not the most valuable person here”.

———

“You’re doing great!” Tom cheers as y/n makes it past her floor routine without any slip ups this time.

She grins and keeps going, making her way to her ladder.

Once the two have past their joint acrobatic performance, he helps lower her steadily to the ground.

She smiles and hugs him tightly, proud of herself and beyond grateful for him.

——

“Okay now we need to try it with your hands wet” Tom says one day, thinking through his plans.

She frowns and bites her lip.

“Hey, I’ll be right here with you” he promises, kissing her forehead.

“I don’t get why we have to intentionally get my hands wet and then do the performance, and while adding a net” she whines, but he notices some of the fear in her voice.

“I need you in my life. So please, let me do what I need to to make it safe. By the end you’ll be prepared to handle any situation that could cause your hands to not have a strong grip. But I’m not going to risk you getting hurt while training” he says, pushing the button for the net to release.

She gives him a soft smile and nods anxiously as she soaks her hands.

She dipped her hands in the chalk several times and it still wasn’t enough to fix the dampness on them.

As a result, she slips off the bar the second it swings back.

Luckily, Tom still had the net out, and would until they got it right a dozen times in a row.

Y/n bounced in the net and glared at the wall silently.

Tom let himself drop on the other side and roll to her only to see her eyes were watery.

“No, no, okay, don't cry... It’s not as bad as it looks, you're really not doing as bad at this as you think!” He says, wiping her eyes.

“I swear I put the chalk on at least four times” she complains.

“Hey, we'll get there together. Why don’t I also get my hands wet and we’ll do different strategies to see what works best to quickly dry them and get a better grip” he asks.

“I wish I could just wipe my hands on my costume but that wouldn’t look professional” she giggles, throwing her head back into the net causing it to bounce slightly.

Tom laughs, “maybe not, but we could try to incorporate it into the routine together somehow”.

“Mmm I just miss performing the night under the stars together” she says, referencing the name of the show as she looks up at the tent covered in fake stars above them.

“I know, but technically we’ll always spend the night together under the stars my dear” he jokes, kissing her cheek.

“It’ll just take some more time before we’re performing it. But here, let’s give it a shot. And remember, I’m with you the whole time” he says, rolling out of the net and helping her up.

She grins and nods.

As much as she missed performing, and as cheesy as his pun may have been, she would be content spending any type of night under the stars with him.

However, she was thankful he too wanted to get back to doing what they loved.

And she knew she wasn’t alone in her recovery; he’d be with her every step of the way.

————-

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[garciaasfluffypen]

henry and michael

“boys, i’d like you to meet y/n. remember how i said that i like girls like i liked your daddy? well, she’s one of those girls.” 

wc: 724 pairing: jj x fem!reader warnings: fluff

gif credit: google 

you were absolutely and utterly nervous.

jj and you had been dating for six months, and the two of you had decided it was time for you to meet the boys. she always went on and on about them so much, it was only fair that you got to meet them and get to interact with them. jj had promised you that the boys were going to love you, but you couldn’t help but be nervous as all hell.

jj’s kids were her life. if they didn’t like you, you didn’t know what would happen.

you made your way to her front door, a target bag full of a few snacks that you overheard jj talking about one day on the phone to will when they first separated. hopefully that would kind of win them over. after you knocked on the door, the little pitter patter of excited footsteps filled the foyer and the boys ran to the front door, struggling to open it for a second. the door opened and the boys stared at you, henry’s head tilting to the side.

“mom? there’s a random lady at our door.”

jj chuckled as she walked into the foyer, a dish towel in her hand. “boys, i’d like you to meet y/n. remember how i said that i like girls like i liked your daddy? well, she’s one of those girls.”

michael’s eyes widened as he put two and two together. “is she the girl you taked on the dates?”

“took, but yes. she is.” jj turned back up to you. “what’s in the bag?”

“i uh… i got some snacks for after dinner, i hope you don’t mind.”

“mom!” michael grabbed the target bag, pulling out one of the candies that you had bought. “she bought gummy worms! they’re my favorite!”

“really? lucky guess.”

jj smirked. “if you guys eat all of your dinner and clean up we can have some, okay? go get ready for dinner.”

the boys ran upstairs and jj pulled you in for a small kiss, resulting in a small smile forming on your face. the two of you walked into the kitchen, both of you moving around the kitchen effortlessly as you helped her set up the table. it was almost like you two had been living together for years, how smoothly it went.

“so, if everything goes to plan the boys will be in their room by 8:30ish and we can maybe watch a movie? i got some of your favorite wine.”

“that sounds perfect.” you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her close. “but i’d do anything to spend some time with you.”

“oh you would, would you?”

“mmhmm.” you placed a small kiss on her lips. “absolutely,” another kiss. “anything.”

“EW! momma’s getting cooties!”

you burst out laughing as michael stared at you, his small little pointer finger pointed straight at you two. jj went over and ruffled his hair as everyone sat at the table, everyone taking a spot. you and jj sat next to each other while the boys sat across from you, michael happily swinging his feet as he ate his chicken nuggets.

“y/n?”

“uh-huh?”

“do you play mario kart?” henry looked at you, a curious look on his face.

“uh…”

“it’s a racing game i have on my wii. daddy bought it for me and he said that maybe you like to play it, and we could play it together sometime.”

“i don’t think i’ve ever heard of it, i’d love to play it with you sometime. maybe when your mom and i have a weekend off i can come over and play.”

“can i played to?”

“we only have two wii remotes. but we can take turns!”

you let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief as you started to settle in, knowing now that it was clear that they took a quick liking to you. thankfully, the boys went down pretty quickly and you got to sit with jj in the living room even earlier than anticipated.

“so?”

“they’re adorable jayje, really. i’m glad they like me.”

“i’m glad they do too. because i don’t know what i’d do if they didn’t like you.”

“neither do i.” you placed a kiss on her lips. “i love you so much jayje. really, i do. and this night made it clear to me that i made the right choice to date you.”

“and i love you too, darling.”

[bunniesdiaryy]

happy birthday <3

it was the big day. well, to you. leone didn’t really care for his birthday. but you had other ideas while quickly working your way around the kitchen for his surprise party. you had managed to get the restaurant and kitchen to yourselves for the day in preparation for his day. “do you want some help? i know you stayed up for the cake and the food-“, trish asks hopefully. “no no please it’s okay, i am almost done anyway just a few last second details”, you reply cheerfully.

“do you know if the boys are back yet or are almost here?” “oh uh mista said they’re about 5 minutes away.”, she says fixing up the table anyways. “awesome, i’ll go and get the rest of the boys.”, you say making your way out the room passing giorno. “they’ve been awake since last night haven’t they?”, he asks looking around the room in awe. trish nods letting out a sigh. “they did an amazing job with everything so i’ll give them that.”

“ooo what flavours the cake?”, naracia asks following behind fugo admiring it. “you will find out in just a sec, just as soon and they get back.”, you announce while fixing up his hair a bit out of a nervous habit causing him to laugh. soon you all hear mista’s voice coming through the restaurant. you visibly jump slightly at the noise turning towards it.

“oh come on abbacchio, this is the last stop then we’ll let you go home.”, he says while dragging the man towards the back of the restaurant. you hear him grumble something before you and everyone else shout out surprise. “happy birthday!”, you all shout in unison while popping those little confetti things. he just kinda stands there for a second not really knowing how to react before bruno smacks him on his back smiling.

everyone goes around giving their individual ‘happy birthdays’ before it comes out that you were the one to have planned all this. he turns to you but before he can say anything narancia and mista slap one of those triangle birthday hats onto his head causing you to burst out laughing. “oh i am so sorry i forgot i bought those-“, you say in between laughs. you’d swear you were going crazy if you didn’t see yourself but he laughed and smiled too.

“thank you.”, he says softly. “no one’s over done this for me, i really appreciate it.” you only stare back at him a soft blush coating your cheeks. “it-it was nothing, i had fun. and i hope you do too.”, you say smiling pulling him into a hug to hide your blush. he smiles hugging back choosing to tease you another time.

the rest of the party goes on smoothly, the boys and trish having fun enjoying themselves, praising you for your cooking and baking skills. you’ve finally managed to have a seat and before you know you you’ve passed out. “so i heard that you stayed up for this is that-“, leone goes to say before seeing you sleeping peacefully at a table. he only sighs shaking his head before patting yours softly. “you did well kid, thank you again.”