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magicxc · 1 year ago

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Call On Me

Pairings: Idris Elba x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Fellatio, Choking

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“C’mon angel, put it in all the way.”

“Idris, it wont fit and I’m not about to make it either.”

“Just let me help you push it in, you’re not doing it right.”

“No, cause then it’ll stretch.”

“It’s elastic, so it’ll snap back.”

“We’re still here daddy, I can just get another size as opposed to destroying this one.”

“I mean if you want your jeans to fit like sweatpants, then go for it.”

“You’re so dramatic, it simply doesn’t fit, and you’ll love me either way; sweat pants or not.”

“I mean yeah, of course but it’s drip or drown; and if you're gonna be with me, then you’ve got to be drippin.”

Sometimes it’s best to ignore him. God knows I love my boyfriend, but I can’t with the shit that comes out of his mouth. It’s like somebody teleported him back to 2017 and he’s readjusting to the present life.

Albeit fashion is a big deal to Idris, I’ll give him that. But I, for one, value comfort over everything. It’s just one of those things we’ve come to meet in the middle about, though he’ll still try and rearrange my wardrobe if given the chance.

“Idris, can you add this to the ‘maybe’ pile in the corner please?”

Taking the pants from me, he neatly hangs it up in the corner of the room, uttering how even tho my clothes aren’t dripping, he can be.

“Oh my goodness,” I laugh. “Really? Tell me you’re joking.”

“Now why would I do that mhmm? In fact I remember a time when stargazing in public was on both of our bucket lists.”

“Yes, in the car or under a moonlit beach not the damn mall,” I gushed. “Idris nothing about this says private.”

“Is that not the point of PUBLIC stargazing,” he enunciated.

Ahh yes, stargazing - an act in which one can observe the many stars of the galaxy sometimes as a hobby or sometimes for scientific research. Of course our star gazing meant something vastly different. Even though we didn’t need a telescope to see them, there was still that warm and fuzzy feeling when they did appear.

You see Idris and I have a thing for code words. It’s used mostly when gossiping about people or situations. But recently it's become a fun new way for us to describe sexy times in front of others.

How real would it be to blurt out amongst your friends that you just want to take your lover home and become one with the sheets? I’m sure they’d understand but I’m not tryna let people know every time I want my back blown out. So instead we came up with a way to state our intentions without having to dance around certain words.

For example, Sunday dinners with the family goes something along the lines of 'do you want to go stargazing afterward?' Similarly to how it's socially acceptable to tell your loved ones that you and your partner are trying for a baby but not that their pussy turns into a mini day care every night; except our family hasn’t quite caught onto the the fact that neither of us so much as own a telescope; though I fear it’s only a matter of time until they do.

I’m not as sexually daring as Idris but I refuse to punk out of this. He thinks that I’ll back out of stargazing simply because we’re in a public place where people can hear us? Let's be clear, I absolutely would, but the way my competitive nature is set up, I’ll stargaze with him. Shit, he better be ready to see the milky way too, cause I’ll be damned if I don’t make him cry for me.

“You know what daddy, drop em,” I demanded, chin pointing toward his pants. “Gone ahead and give me something shiny to see.”

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement, bug eyed and eager as he runs his tongue across those juicy lips. He doesn’t let that falter him for long and makes quick work of the buckle of his pants. And my God if that action isn’t my personal little aphrodisiac.

Knees hitting the floor, I watch in awe as his dick springs free, pre cum slowly dribbling from the tip.

“You this wet already for me?” I tease. “Tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Use your mouth.”

“Nuh uh, use your words,” I insist.

“Start by getting the tip nice and drenched for me angel,” Idris lamented.

Inching closer to the head, I open my mouth and spit on it, watching intently as it trails down to the floor.

“Now what?”

Smirking, he asks me to drain his balls entirely and I work on doing just that.

Gathering the tip of his penis in my mouth, I use the wetness to help me suction him. Cheeks hallowed and teeth tucked, I make sure to maximize on his sensitivity; tongue twirling around that mini slit lined at the head.

His thighs quake ever so slightly, which only pushes me to suck in earnest, making sure to keep the tip nestled against my tongue.

Fingers cradled behind me, I lock them together, opting instead for hands free head so I can really talk my shit once we’re done.

Deciding it’s time to show some love to the rest of his lengthy member, I slow my ministrations and softly run my tongue along his shaft; tracing each thick and hardened vein - starstruck at Idris’ skin, a rich shade of chestnut.

This part always gives me some trouble, but I’m willing to sacrifice a little comfort if it means I can hear him sing for me; and quite frankly he’s not doing enough of it.

Bobbing my head steadily, it takes a minute for me to gain some traction, mouth now sliding along his dick with ease. His hips start a slow thrust and I bounce my head a little quicker, twisting from side to side as I do so.

Finally, it’s drenched enough for me to take the entirety of him, stopping only when I reach the base of his shaft. His dick is properly lodged down my throat and I do everything I can to breathe through my nose, slight gagging noises making its way past my lips.

As quiet as he tries to be, the harsh hissing that meets my ear encourages me to make quick work of him, bobbing in short, rapid successions, listening intently as his groans turn into quiet moans.

Face planted against his coily pubes, they’re trimmed to perfection, the tropical notes of his coconut body wash lingering inside my nose. The deep, onyx color glistens with a mixture of precum and spit, similar to that of stars littered against the never ending black hole of space, as they softly tickle my cheeks.

Dislodging him completely to take a much needed breath, the cool air feels icy against my drool ridden chin. Tears brimmed at my eyes and pussy clenching against fabric, this dressing room is fixing to see way more than just changing of the clothes.

“You wanna cum?” I taunted. “Make those pretty noises for me and I just might let you.”

Dick jumping in anticipation, I decide to head down south and give a little love to the overlooked - his ball sac.

Slurping them in my mouth, I swish them around, mapping over the textured skin. His girthy member sits on my forehead, wet and dripping; adding to the soaked mess down under.

I get a light hum in return and suction him to a the very fine line of pleasure and pain. A breathy moan follows and his hand soon finds itself planted at the root of my scalp.

Thankfully he cant see the smirk that lines my lips and I give his balls a few more swirls before I set them free with a loud pop.

“Haaaah”, is the desperate whine that I hear above me, but somehow I need more.

Dick once again at the bottom of my throat I remove it until I get to the very tip and slam it back down again.

“Just like that daddy, keep it up and I can make it real good for you.”

*slurp*

“What’s my name? Huh? Let these bitches know who’s making you quiver like the slut you are.”

*slurp*

“C’mon and cum for me like I know you can, Idris.”

The fingers once tangled in my hair soon find themselves wrapped around my throat, squeezing me with just enough pressure to remind me how little control I actually have here. And while it was fun while it lasted, feminism doesn't exist with his hand around my neck.

“Open wide for me angel.”

Tongue slithering past my teeth, I lay it flat for a full display, watching intently as he jerks himself to the finish line and in my mouth.

He shouts his release, a little higher in pitch than I expected, chanting my name like the prayer it is.

“Now close your mouth and swallow like I know you can,” he grunted.

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #My Drabbles #Black Boy Joy #Idris Elba x Black Reader #Idris Elba x Black!Fem!Reader #Idris Elba #Black Reader #Black!Fem!Reader #Dressing Room Shenanigans

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saras-devotionals · 9 months ago

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Quiet Time 2/23

What am I feeling today?

I got to sleep in again today which I think was much needed. I feel as though I’ve got a calm day ahead of me and I feel quite peaceful. I am in some pain that started earlier in the morning but I assume it’ll go away soon. All in all, feeling pretty good.☺️

Luke 3 NIV

(v. 3-6) “[John the Baptist] went into all the country around the Jordan, preaching a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. As it is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet: “A voice of one calling in the wilderness, ‘Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him. Every valley shall be filled in, every mountain and hill made low. The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth. And all people will see God’s salvation.’ ””

I do wonder about those that John baptized because they were baptized before knowing/believing in Jesus because it was before his time of teaching. Is that why others later in the Bible had to be baptized again (for real)? Was what John was doing valid or not? I mean at the very least we do know that he was fulfilling his purpose in preparing the way for Jesus.

(v. 8-9) “Produce fruit in keeping with repentance. And do not begin to say to yourselves, ‘We have Abraham as our father.’ For I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham. The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.””

Reminds me of John 15 where Jesus talks about the vine and the branches:

John 15: 1-8

““I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.”

This was a gut punch for me before I became a disciple because I feared being one of those branches that was cut off and thrown away to be burned. But I’ve come to remain in Jesus and the word of God and I can see the blessings that He’s brought into my life as a result.

(v. 16) “John answered them all, “I baptize you with water. But one who is more powerful than I will come, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.”

Just wanted to make the note that through baptism we receive the Holy Spirit and I think that’s a wonderful and comforting thing!

(v. 21-22) “When all the people were being baptized, Jesus was baptized too. And as he was praying, heaven was opened and the Holy Spirit descended on him in bodily form like a dove. And a voice came from heaven: “You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased.””

One, taking as a sign to pray before baptism (or during) because it says Jesus was praying and the Holy Spirit descended. Two, confirmation of Jesus being the son of God.

(v. 31, 33-34, 36, 38)

“… the son of Nathan, the son of David, …the son of Judah, the son of Jacob, the son of Isaac, the son of Abraham, … the son of Shem, the son of Noah, … the son of Seth, the son of Adam, the son of God.”

I wanted to take a look at the genealogy and take note of those that I found interesting. One, I had thought David’s only son was Solomon but I see a continued line through Nathan. Also, Jesus is from the line/tribe of Judah (a part of me knew this, but another part had also assumed Joseph for some time). Additionally, he comes from Noah but specifically his son Shem. And lastly, I didn’t realize that Adam had other sons besides Cain and Abel, so to see Seth was a shock to me.

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whitehoshizora · 1 month ago

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After 10pm thoughts.

I think about unaliving myself 3-4 times a day. I never imagined I'd reach this point—I've always taken pride in my emotional intelligence and my ability to pull myself out of bad situations without needing help. But here I am. I find myself fantasizing about stepping into traffic and letting a car hit me, jumping onto train tracks, cutting my wrists, or just sleep until I cannot wake up anymore.

This post stems from the night I stood at my window, ready to end it all, for real this time. As I imagined people finding me in the morning, I was struck by one fear: no one would truly know me. No one ever had, but you. If I died, i'm dead, gone, without a trace, and nothing of the real me would remain. No one to carry on memories of me, because i never let anyone in, but you. But I chased you away, and you will have to forget me, to make new memory, just as I'm trying to forget you. My real self exists nowhere but in these words. So, I’m writing again after a long time, hoping that if I ever can’t hold on anymore, these words might offer some answers to anyone who might miss me—if anyone does.

My whole life has felt like a fight. I have to fight for everything - the highest score, the smartest kid, the most adorable girl, a seat at the table, for my voice to be heard, to play with the "big boys", to prove myself as strong as them men, or being worthy of mom's pride. Nothing has ever come easily to me. Nothing has ever been effortlessly and unconditionally mine. They say if you love something, set it free, and if it’s meant for you, it’ll come back. But if I set everything I love free, I fear I’d have nothing left. I’m feeling that old, familiar ache again, like being the last kid picked on the playground, standing there, hoping someone will choose me. I was a late bloomer, and i meant it. I was never the popular kid. I was lucky if i was not the most hated or the one bullied. Fear of abandonment always made me choose to leave first rather that getting left behind. So I have never learned to stick around until the end.

And then you taught me to hold on. And for a while I was very good at that. And then I got cocky. I thought I was the glue holding things together, but I realize now I was just coasting on your grace. You kept everything intact, and now that you’re gone, I have no more strength to keep it together, no matter how much I try. I watch as everything I hold dear slips away—our friends, our routines, our life. Or rather, I’ve been chased away. And who could blame them? Who would want me? I ruin everything I touch. I hold on too tight and break the things I love. The shards cut me deeply and I stained the remnants of what you built for me with my own blood.

Without you, I feel like a joke. I wear my real face to the masquerade that is life. I show up while everyone else is putting on a show. I feel like I’m speaking a language no one understands. I feel so inadequate I can barely finish a sentence, hating the sound of my own voice. I feel so out of place that I want to shrink myself into nothing, just so I don’t take up any space. Or maybe I will finally become like everyone else, and the unique me that you loved so much will be gone forever - the price of survival I guess.

But I refuse to be anyone’s charity case. I’m no victim. I made my bed, and now I have to lie in it. I realized that it's all in my head. I don't have to be all that, to fight for all that to be enough. I don't have to be beautiful, or nice, or good at badminton, or billard, or even at holding people together to get you to look at me. After all, hell isn’t just other people—it’s me, around other people. And heaven, perhaps, is being alone. Now, I have to rebuild my life, piece by piece, creating new things to care about. I have to carry my own weight now, make my own connections, hold on to the friends who would pick me just because I am the flawed me, make the decision to let go by myself. And if I end up alone again, at least this time, it’ll be by choice. And I am free to be ugly lonely old me, free from blaming you, or you.

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sevandsstuff · 3 months ago

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Its been so long since the last time I pressed the Post button in Tumblr. Its nice to return.

I am more mature now than I’ve ever been. But I win because I still can maintain the childlike personality and the freshness of youth.

I have been healing and growing so strong. I got to know myself and be compassionate with myself through the triggering moments in my romantic relationships. Saying that doesn’t mean I don’t spend enough time with friends and family. It’s just because I am secure when it comes to friends, avoidant towards family and fearful avoidant with partners.

Sounds messy right? Yes it is. I have been trying to dig into the root causes of all the sufferings I have in life. I am on the right path.

I can give a brief summary on what I’ve learned from my relationships for these past 2 years.

1. I am and was a Fearful avoidant, that means I have a lots of traumas tied to my identity (just found out lately) (Its a long and painful journey I didn’t sign up for)

2. In my last relationship, I wanted to love deeply for the first time, so I tried to become the best version of myself (at that time). I came from heavily leaning avoidant to leaning anxious 💀. It was beyond miserable being constantly worried about every damn thing. But well it’s necessary for my growth.

3. I pride myself for being independent and “I don’t need anyone” so in my last relationship I had an identity crisis because I felt like shit when I cared too much. I was constantly trying to break up in my mind.

4. Thorough that process, I learned and fucked up and learned (the second biggest lesson was choose your source of information wisely or it’ll mess with your peace). There were days I was tortured by my thoughts to the point I couldn’t fucking sleep. I had to ask my now best friend (Quy) for help or else I could for real died of mental exhaustion.

5. The biggest achievement from that 14month-ish relationship was the ability to feel my feelings, to start to open up, to self-soothe, to accept my emotions instead of pushing them away, shutting them down, to be more (from nothing so somewhat) straightforward.

6. He was a good many in almost every aspect. Just inappropriate from my perspective. And we were not compatible. But I loved him that’s for sure. The first time I knew what love was.

7. We broke up and I was single for nearly 2 months. False, I didn’t rush into a relationship, my now boyfriend pursued me too hard and I didn’t want to miss a good man.

8. I was so secure when I’m not attached. But as soon as I’m no longer detached, the trigger is pulled. This partner triggers a new part of me. A full blown Fearful Avoidant. If I was 70% Anxious Preoccupied 30% Fearful Avoidant with my ex, I am 97% Fearful Avoidant and 3% Anxious Preoccupied now.

9. If I have to describe FA in 1 word?: Distrust. For AP, I am sorry I cannot remember its far gone lol, maybe Anxiously Spiral.

10. Yeah, I have been dealing with FA to no avail. When its triggered, it attacks me fast and hard until I cannot breathe. I want to sabotage everything and run.

11. Lucky me, I accidentally found out about Bottom up therapy. I’m on my very first step to learn about it. Have been using Polyvagal yawning method 2 times to calm my FA down and it worked in under 5 fucking minutes. Yes CBT worked like a charm for my AP, but it doesn’t do shit for my FA.

Happy healing, I’ll update more.

❤️

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truckreincarnation · 1 year ago

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She's Crying Again! || 19 || Trial 1 Results Reaction

No matter what, Vivianna was scared, her heart pounding in her chest as the word sacrifice hangs in the air, tears stream down her cheeks for only moments before being vanished by her domain, but it's far more than she ever would have got before now. A smile creeps on her face at the group, a gentle look around, before long however, Miles gives her a hug, and she can’t hold back the sobbing any longer. It wasn’t unfamiliar to Miles, she cried like this when they first met, over cheese of all things, but now it was far more real, far more hurting, it wasn’t just a tantrum, it was all of her fear cascading forward. A moment passes, her tears dry, and she manages to calm herself, but it takes a few minutes before she lets Miles go, giving him a smile.

“Thank you Miles…. Thank you… I’m so glad you won’t forget me… I won’t forget you either… I swear it, even if I’m reborn as a baby again or if I’m some turtle in the jungle! I’ll remember you!”

She huffs, before finally freeing him, allowing him to return to his seat as she wipes her cheeks. She addresses one other common feeling.

“I know this isn’t fair but! I don’t want you all to be too sad after this okay? You have lives to live and stuff! A second chance! So please don’t waste it moping over little ol’ me! Be happy and stuff! At least as much as you can be!”

She nods to herself. There wasn’t much to be happy about in their situation, she knew this might even happen again, but at the very least she could hope for their futures. Finally to Manami.

“Thank you Manami… I really hope you’re right… if you are… well I can’t wait to see you again! I guess it’ll just feel like a nap right! That’s all this is then! A little nap!”

She says this to herself, but as minutes tick by, her fear becomes far more prevalent, a genuine look of terror in her eyes that she quickly hid with a big smile. Sorry Miles, in the end she couldn’t stay honest forever, not with herself at least. When faced with something this scary… it was better to pretend she was okay. Vivianna found herself as 19 once more, passively waiting for her demise…

#19 #ch1 #trial1 #submission

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dlea203 · 1 year ago

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Prepare for me absolutely loosing my mind over this masterpiece of a chapter...

After the fifth month passes, Nat accepts that it was a lost cause to wait so long for an opportunity that would never come. So, she folds her confession of feelings and those three little words into an invisible pocket behind the walls of her broken heart and keeps it hidden. She buries, tries her best to at least, her feelings for Jake hoping that someday it’ll get a little easier to feel it.

I can't with how brilliant this is. How it doesn't only apply to romance and romantic love, but also to platonic love and friendship, to familial love and relationships. I saw myself in this paragraph and felt my heart clench and break just like Nat's.

How could she tell someone she loves them when they don’t? How could she still be in love with someone who doesn’t want her?

Same as before goes for this. Brilliant! I see myself from ten years ago in this and ask myself the same question Nat asks herself...

“I wish I didn’t Brad,” She whispered, shaking her head. “I wish all I felt was just missing him. I wish I didn’t l—“ I wish I didn’t love him Brad stops her with a firm shake of his head, “No you don’t. You don’t wish that, Nat.” his gelled hair stayed put without any stray hairs moving out of place.

Not me almost screaming at my screen when I read this part...

“I know he loves you, Nat.” Brad is quick to assure her differently. He takes a moment to think about what to say and sighs against the crown of her head: “A love like yours is a real test. You know it’s there, you feel it even when things go wrong. It’s real, true, and raw. Real because it’s lasted this long and never went away, even when the fear of confessing or being happy was surrounding that love. Even when things go wrong. True because you don’t wanna be with anyone else and you’re crying because being separated by a pair of cheap wooden doors hurts this much to be away from him. Raw because—“

This almost made me tear up🥺. Therapy apparently does wonders... (maybe I should consider it...)

“I guess I was too slow,” Jake tells her in a low voice, not wanting anyone to hear as the others walked toward them.

The double meaning of this one is phenomenal!

Her heart has been bruised. Broken. Full of love. Hurt. Worked overtime in those moments where they’d end up too close and almost throw themselves over the line from friends to lovers to everything they could ever want in a person who has the ability to love.

I feel so seen through this... it's like I get to watch my soul looking into a mirror...

The whole part with the letters broke me.

Then, a new voice, one she’d missed like an ache, a voice that hasn’t been directed at her since the morning on the beach finally calls out to her and that’s when everything comes into focus. The world pauses. At least she thinks so in the midst of experiencing her impending doom. Time slows and slows until all she can hear is him. “You need to pull, Nat.” Jake pleaded, his voice wet and broken with tears. “I need you to pull as hard as you can. I know it hurts. I know you’re scared. But you’re not going out like this, you hear me?” “ Jake .” She sighs his name as her bottom lip trembled because she couldn’t believe she was talking to him, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” feeling disbelief and awe over how much she could love someone. How did they get here? How did they manage to stay away from each other for an entire year? How did she not confess her love for him the moment they met? “I don’t want you to see this, please.” Nat bit down so hard on her bottom lip that she could taste blood as the smell of smoke lingered in the cabin. “Please.” She convinces herself quickly that she’ll never know what the lips of the only man she ever loved taste like and it becomes something to mourn. How could she mourn something so much when she’s the one that’s about to die?

😭 - this is all that comes to mind...

“Jake.” She says his name once, and then again because it felt so freeing to call out for him and have him answer. “ Jake .” Her heart breaks all over again, all because they would never have the chance to be together. The realization hurt so bad that she couldn’t control the sharp inhale of breath as she tried to breathe through the sobs threatening to escape the back of her throat. “Pull as hard as you can, Natasha.” He didn’t want to entertain her goodbye because she doesn’t even remember the last time he had called her by her full name. “You hear me?” “God, your voice is all I’ve wanted to hear for so long, please remember that.” His voice is rough and hoarse with tears he had forced back, “I heard the clicks, you almost got it. I had a problem like that on my first day of training and if you shake the handle while pulling up a few times it’ll work.“ She listens to him because there’s nothing else to do — trying to do what he advised and groaning in pain as she shakes the handle at the base before pulling it. Nat shakes her head, “I should’ve told you how I felt.” Now that it was finally out in the world, she couldn’t help but feel a little peace that she was being honest with him. She continues because there’s nothing holding her back anymore: “I should’ve told you how I felt when you were saying goodbye at the door after Pacific Rim, god, I should’ve told you everything five years ago. I remember the day I fell in love with you so clearly.” She confessed, crying as memories of airport lobbies and hidden corners behind curtains flashed through her mind. The love was always there. “I’ve felt like this for five years and I’m sorry for never telling you until now but—.” She pauses to gasp for breath, emotions at an absolute high. The things she would do to share a bowl of popcorn and chocolate with Jake again would be indescribable. If only they could go back to that moment before all the pain, she would make sure they turned out differently. She wishes they had more time. It’s all she wants.

💔 - I can feel the pain; how it fists my heart and clenches as tight as possible...

The whole conversation between Jake and Bradley was phenomenal! That‘s what I call character growth. *chef‘s kiss*!

The mission was on Valentine’s Day.

The way my heart dropped when this came up…

“I have a real good reason to fight like hell tomorrow.”

You sure do, Jake!

“I’m telling you that I’m coming home to you, Natasha Trace.” Jake begins to pull back to look her directly in the eyes as if to tell her that the cheek kiss was only the beginning of the story they’ve been writing drafts of for years. He has tears in his eyes, “I’m coming home and I’m going to kiss you after we tell each other how we feel because I’m done.”

😭🥹💗 - me reading that…

“What are you asking me, Trace?” He questioned, his voice filled with no bite but all the love and warmth she wants to hold onto forever. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

It‘s so them that she asks him out😂😍!

Well, in case it didn‘t show yet, I AM OBSESSED with your talent @sprngwillcomeagain! You expanded that magical world you started building in the first chapter to a new level. It‘s such a treat and an honor to get to read what you create and I can‘t thank you enough for that! I know how hard you worked on this chapter and how anxious you were to post it, but let me tell you, you have nothing to be anxious about! You‘re so freakin‘ talented, it‘s unreal😍! I hope you know that! Keep that good work up, love🥰!

Hannix Valentine’s Day Fic CHAPTER 7 UPDATE: sweet nothings (they mean everything to me)

Y’all. The next chapter is FINALLY here at a monster word count of just over 20.5k words.

Yes. 20 thousand words.

I repeat, chapter 7 is UP. Go read if you want to! I’d love to know what you think.

Summary:

Jake shakes his head as he takes a step forward, “I’m not going to apologize for being awake right now, though.”

He’s careful with his words, and it’s something she appreciates. They still have to have that conversation about what they are, what they could be, and as much as she wants to have it—she doesn’t know if she could handle telling him how she feels the night before she could lose him.

“The letter—“ She starts to plead, but he stops her. He needs to read it, it’s the most important thing to her right now.

“I’ll read it tomorrow morning, I promise.” He ducks his head so he could rest their foreheads together, the contact being enough to make Nat’s vision blurry with sudden tears as she internally tries to keep her panic at bay over him lying and never reading it. “I’ll read it and keep your words with me, don’t worry about that. Don’t worry about me.”

Link:

AHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE ITS FINALLY UP! I HOPE AT LEAST ONE PERSON LOVES IT!

#fic rec #hannix fic #hannix #top gun: maverick

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moemoemammon · 3 years ago

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Ok. I need to get this idea out to someone. Solomon and mc are messing with potions for class and he accidentally gives mc a “youth” potion that makes you look younger. It turns mc into like a 4 year old for like a couple of days. What do you think would be the demon brothers (any) reaction to babysitting their master? What would they do? Idk i think it would be a little funny.

You’ve Gotta Be KIDding me, MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

He'll be exchanging words with that sorcerer bastard later. You can bet on that.

Lucifer doesn't take kindly to the idea of MC having run ins with magic in general, but at least this seems to be on the tamer side of the magical spectrum. And he had to admit, it's sort of amusing.

He intentionally watches you try to handle things on your own. Be it reaching for things too high up, stubbornly carrying things too heavy for your tiny arms, or making messes when you try to tidy up, Lucifer waits patiently until you ask for help (or until he can't take it anymore).

Treats you like he always does, despite your size. He doesn't talk to you like a child, or try to force toys and nap times onto you, but may or may not tease you when it's only the two of you. After all, you may look like a child, but that doesn't mean you are one. It's still funny to harass you a little, though.

"As independent as you may be, please refrain from trying to climb up onto the counter. If you need something, ask one of my brothers, or myself. If that isn't obvious enough, perhaps a 'time-out' is in order?"

Mammon

When Mammon recovers from laughing for twenty minutes, (and also making threats on Solomon's life) he then decides to take a billion pictures of you. Now calls you 'munchkin' and variations of it.

And if you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he is now. You're ACTUALLY helpless and vulnerable. I mean, you'd hardly make an appetizer for a random demon! So Mammon's gotta keep an eye on you. Maybe even a toddler leash-

Unintentionally treats you like an actual child. His older brother mode kicks in, and he finds himself taking care of you as naturally as breathing. Mammon? Being responsible?? It's more likely than you think.

He hands you a cup of juice before you can say 'I'm thirsty'. He'll slide over some sliced up fruits before your stomach has a chance to growl. You're tired? No kidding. That's why he's got a blanket and pillow on the sofa for you.

"Where do ya think you're goin', short stack? Nowhere without ME, that's where! I already told ya, if there's somethin' ya need, just tell me!" "Huh? I'm spoilin' ya too much? S-so what if I am?!"

Levi

Solomon came in with a child in tow that looked a hell of a lot like MC, and this man nearly had a heart attack. There's no way... did those two have a secret love child?! Th-that's just-!! Oh, it's only MC.

WAIT A MINUTE...TH-THIS IS....! ISNT THIS JUST LIKE 'DETECTIVE C*NAN'? Uwaaah... Just look at you! You're still just as smart as before, but you've become super small! Talk about the ultimate gap moe!!!

Levi isn't a big fan of the idea of tiny, sticky hands touching his things, so he's glad you've still got your normal brainpower. That being said, he finds himself talking to you normally. Maybe even easier than before!

It kinda throws him off that you guys can't do the things you'd normally do together. Your fingers don't have their usual dexterity so playing games is a challenge, and your attention span is a little shorter so these TSL marathons are killing you. But have no fear, Levi knows a ton of other things you could do together! He won't let something like this spoil his time with his dear Henry!

"If you can't use the controller, let's try something that doesn't need one! I've got a new Ruri Hana VR game with REAL motion and voice tracking! If you say the spells out loud, you'll cast them in game! Ah, and it auto-adjusts to the player's height, so there's nothing to worry about!"

Satan

HES DOING HIS BEST NOT TO LAUGH. SATAN WILL HANDLE THIS WITH POISE AND GRACE, BUT MAN....

Watching you struggle to enter the House of Lamentation in your oversized RAD uniform nearly sent him to the stratosphere. He inhaled tea when you almost tripped over your blazer and had to get a couple of slaps on the back from Asmo.

Does his best to find a cure for your 'little' problem, but the most that can be done is waiting it out. In the meantime, would you like him to read you a story? Large books are probably difficult on your tiny hands.

Constantly catches himself treating you like a tot. He's not trying to, but he can't help himself when he sees your round eyes staring up at him, or when he watches you try to climb up onto an armchair.

"Up we go- There. It must be hard for you, having to climb up into the chairs like that. I've got a stool if you'd like to use it? Though, I don't mind if you sit on my lap, too." "Hm? I'm embarrassing you? I-I didn't realize how overzealous I was being. Ehem...."

Asmo

Oh that Solomon and his silly spells and potions, always making trouble! It's just one of his many charm points! And seeing as there are no permanent consequences from this harmless mishap, Asmo's enjoying it to the fullest.

Can you blame him? You're SOOOO cute~! So tiny and adorable! Why would've know that was possible?? Look this way, MC! He wants to take some pictures of you! Lowkey uses you as a photo op prop

He used to work part time at a daycare, you know? Asmo's great with kids! But that also means he's treating you like one. There's personalized snacks, cute little nicknames, and he's already gone and bought you a week's worth of clothes. Nobody tell him it'll only last a day-

He can be a little annoying with the baby talk and all the little activities he's planned for you, but you can tell he's enjoying himself.

"MC, look~! I've got plenty of ribbons to decorate your hair with! I'll let you choose your favorites, and then we can set out in town!" "Hm? Where are we going? To the playground, silly! You must be dying for a play date after being stuck in this dreary house all day, right?"

Beel

He was kinda teetering between whether or not he should throw Solomon across the yard like a football when he saw him carrying a teeny MC, but all was forgiven when he learned it was an accident.

Has now designated himself the permanent MC carrier. Your feet will never touch the ground so long as you're a child. And it's no problem for the likes of Beel, when you're as light as a feather! That makes him a little more conscious about being careful with you though-

Be it piggybacking or carrying you in his arms, he hasn't released you since he's spotted you. And don't think he's forgotten about feeding you. Beel's also taken your meal prep upon himself. You'll prefer things that've easy to eat, right? Though it kills gum to give you smaller portions than usual.... it feels cruel...

Somewhere between babying you and treating you as usual. He speaks normally to you as he always does, but prioritizes your needs over everything else. He wants to make sure you're well taken care of until this potion wears off.

"You're sure you've had enough to eat? I know I gave you a snack earlier, but... to think you really can't eat as much as before.. I'll talk to Solomon again. It must be torture to have such a tiny stomach, I'll do my best to get you back to normal."

Belphie

There's obvious opportunity here, and Belphegor won't let it go to waste. (No not for murder)

He's getting a kick about your new mini mode. How's the weather down there? Do you need him to pick you up so you can reach the high shelves? Don't worry, he'll get you a sippy cup.

When the teasing has settled down, he pays attention to a more pressing matter: you're now the perfect side for cuddling. You're a living hot water bottle, not too big, not too small, tiny and soft and adorable. Er, he won't mention that last part though.

Anyway, Belphie thinks a little kid like you should go on and take a nap now. It's exhausting having such short legs and wandering around the house all day, right? He gets it. You look tired and he knows the solution.

"Ah, you're just as cozy as I thought you'd be... Though, it feels kind of weird holding you like this. It's like holding a stuffed animal, but you're not nearly as cute." "Pfft, what's that face for? Sorry, sorry, I was only teasing."

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laurieelaurel · 2 years ago

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Brothers x reader mammoncalipse mammon some how managed to multiple himself his clones just act like zombies and saying money soon enough starts to appear more soon devildom start to get full of mammons and hey all saw y/n mammons eyes turn into hearts eyes and start saying mc marry me mc let have a family stay away from mc I’m their first now the rest of the brothers and mc a running away from them they have to discover away to stop this mammoncalipse and found the real mammon fast headcanons

Surviving the Mammonpocalypse!

(aka the brothers all have an excuse to beat the shit out of Mammon)

Brothers x gn! reader

Oh man the nonnies are getting really funky with the reqs and im loving them ahaha :)

Warnings: none? crack

It all started as a ‘simple’ favour one of the witches he owed asked him for. Mammon just needed to drink some mystery potion and the debt would be forgiven! It had a strange odour and got all frothy when he swirled it around but best not to think too much about it right? Only after he downed the whole bottle could he tell it had a vaguely fruity taste which wasn’t too bad and- hey why’s the world so blurry all of a sudden? Mammon blinks only a couple times and when he looks up again he sees only a sea of… Mammons…?

“What the-!”

Looking left and right, all he can see is more of him! And now that they’re shouting with each other, the room is filled with nothing but Mammon’s voice. They’re all clearly inferior to the one and only since they seem to only be repeating the same things but hang on!Iif he could get all of his doppelgangers to work together surely they’d find a way to come up with the best money making schemes right?

“What’s going on here?” The Mammons suddenly quiet down as their heads all turn to see MC standing in the doorway, “Mammon?”

It takes only a second for the MammoronsTM to snap out of their stupor, the ones closest to MC now starting to get closer,

“MC?” “Hey, MC!” “It’s me, MC!” “Shut up!! I’m MC’s first!” “MC, let’s get married and ditch all these losers!” “MC!! Li-”

Recognizing a dangerous situation, your fight or flight kicks in and you book it away from… whatever you just walked into but the worst happens - you can hear several pairs of feet chasing right after you! Sprinting down the halls with the choruses of “MC~!” not far behind, you start fearing the worst just as you stumble into…

Lucifer

Running for your life, you round a corner and basically face plant into Lucifer’s back

At first he’s pretty damn annoyed, right about to lecture you about not paying attention when he too sees the horde of Mammorons making their way towards you

I think you just saw the last of his life leave his eyes because the sigh that he just let out held a years worth of exasperation

Before the horde manages to catch up to you, Lucifer swiftly teleports the two of you safely into his private study

His eyes turn to meet yours, pretty much demanding an explanation

“I didn’t do anything I swear! They just started chasing me!”

Pushes aside his irritation for now because he needs to figure out a way to fix this before the entire devildom becomes overrun by Mammon and the Mammorons

If he needs to find the real Mammon to make the rest disappear then how about just beating them up until he finds the one? The real one should be able to survive a couple punches.

Hm? What do you mean he needs to be gentle? It’ll be fine! The worst that’d happen would mean Mammon just needs to spend the next couple months healing. ~Let the man have an opportunity to let off steam by destroying dozens of Mammons. It’s therapeutic for him after all the bs he’s had to go through cuz of him~

Congrats! You’ve saved the world from the Mammonpocalypse! with just a bit of violence!

Mammon

You almost have a heart attack on the spot when you come face to face with another one of the Mammorons-

“Wait! MC it’s me! I’m yer real first man!”

He holds out his arm to help steady you but before either of you can let out another word, a few stray Mammons make it up the stairs

Grabbing onto the real(?) mammon’s hand you keep running towards your room with him in tow

You aren’t too sure you’d be able to make it so the two of you wind up barricaded in the library

The voices in the halls crying out for either you or something to do with grimm can still be faintly heard through the walls (as well as the confused shouting of the other brothers)

But the first order of business for you is really finding out if this is the real Mammon or not!

“Huh? Whaddya mean ya can’t tell it’s the one and only me?!”

>>After a couple more minutes, you deduce that it’d be impossible to get the right amount of tsundere and stupid with magic

Honestly, it’s probably hopeless for you and Mammon to try and deal with the effects of the potion on your own so the safe option would be to camp out in the library and hope for someone else to figure out what to do

An hour later a very disgruntled Lucifer barges through the barricade and glares right at Mammon

“H-hang on Lucifer I.. I’m the real one I swear just - dahHHH!”

Congratulations! You… were there to witness the end of the Mammonpocalypse!

Levi

Dazed and out of breath, the only place you can think of hiding is Levi’s room

Surely a professional shut-in's room would have enough to keep you guys safe for a couple hours at least right?

Though you try knocking on the door, you decide that screw it, you don’t wanna know what happens if the Mammorons catch up to you and just throw your whole shoulder against the door, knocking it down.

As you scramble to close the door behind you, Levi looks nothing short of mortified as he scrambles to his feet

You try and explain the absurd situation as best you can and all Levi has to say about the situation is-

“So like… a zombie apocalypse?”

I guess that works

At least Levi’s got an idea of what to do from just telling him that

With some quick research on the forums, it’s clear that the only way to solve this infestation is to nullify the curse on the source of the whole thing

This’ll be a great opportunity for him to show off everything he’d learned in that zombie game he just played!

With an out of character burst of confidence, Levi soon leaves the safety of his room with you in tow to hunt down the original moron

With a lot of tense moments scampering around the house, the two of you manage to run into Mammon locked away in his room

After a quick wrestling match, Levi manages to shove a vial of clear colourless potion into his mouth

A very anticlimactic ending to the terrifying Mammonpocalypse

Congratulations! You’ve saved the world from the Mammonpocalypse!

Satan

You very nearly bowl him over but manage to steady yourself and only knock a few books and papers out of his hands

The air suddenly becomes even more tense as you’re sure that his eyes are staring holes into you right now

But there’s no time to be mad! Grabbing Satan’s wrist you drag him along with you somewhere - anywhere really, to hide from the bumbling mob of white haired buffoons

Catching on to the very serious situation you’ve found yourselves in, he takes the lead and brings you into his room

Almost immediately after casting a quick charm on the door, he dives right into a section of books splayed out on a coffee table

He’s almost… excited? Well he seems pleased to have the opportunity to detective his way out of this.

You do your best to help sort through relevant books, eventually finding a text about the exact same curse

Apparently if not fixed, the host would continue to multiply infinitely?!

The thought of having to live under the same roof as more than one mammon is enough to make him shudder

At least such a potent and dangerous curse has clear instructions to reverse it… Ah, either you can get the original to drink an elixir made of a 666 leaf clover or weaken him enough to cause the dopplegangers to all disappear naturally

…

Take a wild guess which option Satan chose

Mammon's yelps could be heard throughout the entire house

He's been through worse, it's alright~ besides he'd probably use this as an opportunity to convince you to play nurse for him anyways

Congratulations! You’ve saved the world from the Mammonpocalypse! None of his brothers stepped in to defend him, his heart was broken </3

Asmo

Shouting mild profanities while sprinting down the halls, you shove open the first door you see unknowingly barging into Asmo touching up his nails

Even he takes a second to swallow his surprise before coming up with a flirtatious remark about how much you must have missed him to come in like that

You don’t even have time to deny anything before you can hear the stampeding footsteps and a muffled chorus of the Mammorons crying out for you

A bit hesitant to ruin his freshly done nails, he eventually gets up to lock his door, ushering you into his bathroom

Asmo’s bathroom is huge, almost as big as his bedroom, so at least staying in here for a while would be comfortable enough?

You’re staying in here btw, no way in hell you’ll catch asmo scampering around the halls trying to save his moron of a brother

Not that he doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty… it’s just that… being around the essence of mammon for too long… who knows if the stupidity is contagious!

Anyways, while he has you here, why not let Asmo treat you to a spa day? It must have been hard for you, being chased down by a brainless horde of Mammorons declaring their undying love for you

It’ll be fineee one of his other brothers will deal with it. Probably

Congratulations! The world was saved from the Mammonpocalypse! And you got your nails done! Truly a win for everyone involved

Beel

Beel was on his way back from raiding the fridge (that you were technically supposed to be protecting but Lucifer would probably give you a pass for extenuating circumstances) and you met him at the foot of the stairs

He freezes up for a second because he definitely wasn’t supposed to have eaten half of the groceries and his hands were still full with evidence

Fortunately for Beel, there’s a much more pressing matter at hand that would save him from that scolding. Unfortunately, his snack is now knocked over on the floor because you’re dragging him along with you

Well you can’t exactly drag him… he’s just confused, running along with you

As soon as he sees the very imminent Mammon threat approaching he just frickin throws you over his shoulder like he does with Belphie and books it towards Lucifer’s office

Squirming a bit in his grasp, you get a very clear view of the horde of Mammons who truly don’t look too unlike zombies

You’re very grateful for beel’s speed and strength cuz you’re not exactly sure what would happen if the Mammorons had eventually caught up to you on your own

It only takes a few minutes to reach Lucifer, who switches to problem solving mode right away

While big brother Lucifer deals with that, Beel is carefully inspecting you to make sure you haven’t been hurt during that whole scramble

You could stay in his office while they deal with the threat but… what if they were to somehow make their way even here? You should come along just in case MC!

You almost feel bad for the Mammon zombies, getting mowed down by a pissed off lucifer and disgruntled Beel

Even the real Mammon isn’t spared from any violence, getting chewed out by Lucifer - the last thing you see is him ordering Beel to string him up by his feet…

Congratulations! You’ve saved the world from the Mammonpocalypse! with just a bit of violence!

Belphie

Without much time to think, you dive into the cleaning closet near the kitchen

Not only are you surprised by how spacious it is inside but you’re met face to face with a half asleep Belphegor who’s draped himself over several empty containers

The two of you are caught in a staredown as the loud stomping and shouting from outside wakes him up proper

Incredibly calm all things considered, only raising an eyebrow as you explain what you just saw

“I mean… what should we do?”

“What do you mean? Let Satan play detective or something… why not just relax and let them handle it…”

Mans is deadass gonna sleep through the whole mammonpocalypse

You’re free to join him MC

He’s only half joking cuz he’s aware you’re stressed about the whole thing

But really, if it’d help you feel better he’s serious about cuddling in the cleaning closet. Just move over a couple brooms and- careful not to knock over those cleaning solutions!

There, there, it must’ve been horrible to be in the vicinity of more than one Mammon… but thankfully someone else is dealing with it right now :)

If you’re still a bit worried about being stuck in a cramped room with unholy screeching coming from the halls he’s more than glad to put you to sleep with a big of magic

It might take a few hours but by the time you wake up it’ll be like nothing happened :)

Congratulations! You slept through the end of the world! Or you slept through the eradication of the Mammorons, who knows

#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

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mcu-coworkers · 2 years ago

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A little dream of me

Word count: 6,965

Summary: Marc's dreams become a little too real for his liking.

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockely x reader

Warnings: Violence, Smut, fluff, jake lockley (jk he’s a loving teddy bear)

A/N : Welcome to my longest and my first ever smut writing so i'm sorry if it's shit:) I don't really know where that ending came from. I sort of just word vomited but I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for reading!

Marc had never felt his heart beat so quickly out of his chest, both Steven and Jake would say the same considering how fast they were running to get to you. All they could hear were your screams of agony and pain and they were prepared to destroy whatever was causing it because nothing or no one would survive the fist of vengeance after even approaching you with a threat. But, they couldn't find you, your screams for them got louder but just as they thought they were close it felt like a weight was being added to slow them down, to keep them away from the only light in their life and that, they would not allow. Marc kept running and finally he was brought into a ballroom only lit by the moonlight coming in through the ceiling windows and you standing in the middle of it in a dress and heals as if you'd been celebrating something. As marc tried to call out to you something in his throat held him back from speaking and all he could do was reach with his arms while your screams began to weaken. Finally he reached you and took you into his arms. “Marc..” you said weakly as your body began to become limp in his arms and you took your last breath. Marc looked down at you opening his arms and realizing there was blood. Everywhere. Not only was there blood, it was yours. Before he could scream he awoke from his nightmare almost jumping out of bed and startling you awake thinking someone had attacked him in the middle of the night. “Marc? Baby what's wrong?” you asked about your boyfriend who already got little to no sleep as it was a nightmare was the last thing he needs right now. “ I -it- I was'' he stuttered on, “ It was just a dream baby you're okay i'm right here with you.” you said trying to ease him as best as you could. “Do you want to talk about maybe it'll help?” you asked knowing he probably will just say it was nothing. “It just felt too real but I'm fine now let's go back to bed.” he said hurriedly which was expected of him being closed off and all. “Marc I think it's best we tell her about what we saw, yeah? It felt all too real.” said Steven from the mirror trying to get through knowing she'd ask him and it'd be hard for him to lie to y/n she could read him like a book. Marc shook his head and went back to bed ignoring Steven but promising to keep a closer eye on you just to make sure no threats were made in real life because if the three of them lost their anchor there's no hiding spot in the world for the culprit to hide in that they wouldn't find, for you, they'd end them all.

Marc stayed up the rest of the night not being able to go back to sleep after the all too real dream he had so instead he watched you sleep peacefully in his arms, memorizing every feature of your face, the way you breathed, and how your hair smelled of lavender under his chin and it was then that fear instilled him at the thought of losing you so much that he fronted and gave Steven control so you wouldn't notice when you woke. Soon came the sun and you were awakened by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. “Goodmorning Lovey how did you sleep?” you heard a british voice, that's weird you could've sworn you fell asleep with Marc? “Good Morning my love when did you and Marc switch? I don't mind it at all but it's a bit random no?” you said curious to see if it had anything to do with the night before. “Oh well, I asked if I could make you breakfast this morning and he agreed. I hope it's alright with you.” he said almost not even believing himself but you let it go not wanting to push further. “Sounds great to me steven, any plans for today love?” you asked changing the topic. “Oh just work I reckon Donna is going to put me on inventory again” Steven said annoyed. “Can't that hag ever just give you a break?” you asked annoyed with the woman who made your boyfriends work hell. “ I don't see it happening anytime soon but i'll have to get going before im there all day and night.” he said hurriedly running around to get ready. “Well okay then I was planning on going shopping for a bit then meeting you for your lunch. How does that sound lovey?” you asked. “Ask her about the mall, why is she going? With who?” Marc said in a paranoid manner while Steven looked into the mirror bewildered by his tone. “Is something wrong steven?” you asked, confused by his reaction to your plans. “Im sorry for going to the mall for? I don't mean to sound pushy, just curious is all.” he asked timidly. “ I need to find a dress for my friend's birthday, remember? You said you'd be my date when Marc and Jake hid from me” you said laughing when you remembered how they made Steven from knowing he'd never say no to you. “Oh yeah of course honey sounds like a plan then yeah? See you at my lunch, love you cheers!” he yelled running out of the door before Marc could make him say anything else. “You should've told her to stay home bobo” Jake said annoyed that he couldn't be there to protect you. “Go back in there and ask her to stay home until we come back,” Marc said eagerly. “Bullocks! Will you two just be quiet already? I am going to work. She will be just fine and we will see her on our lunch now. Zip it and stop making me look like a lunatic!” screamed Steven before walking out and getting on the bus. “Locos ya estamos amigo”(were already crazy my friend) said jake. “Yeah yeah whatever mate” Steven said as he walked into the museum ready to act as if he didnt have two alters talking his head off about protecting you.

Lunch time came around and Steven asked to see the dress you bought but you had told him it'd be a surprise for when he got home so they could actually see it on you in all its glory. Soon after you went home and prepared dinner as you awaited the arrival of your boyfriends still thinking about the events of last night and hoping that they'd finally open up to you about it. You were taken away from your thoughts when you heard the door open, “princessa ya llegamos” , the easily recognizable voice of jake. “Finally mi rey, it felt like forever since I last saw you” you said as you welcomed him with a kiss and accepted the flowers he brought you, such a romance. “Can we finally see the dress you bought today or will you keep us waiting?” he asked, you had almost forgotten about that given that it's easy to forget that the world still spins when you're in your boyfriend's arms. “Right! Let me go change, sit on the couch and close your eyes.” you ordered with a laugh at how he actually listened to you for once. “And now open them.” you said excitedly smiling as you stood in front of them in the dress, noticing they had yet to react you asked, “jake whats wrong? You don't like it?” you said you were worried you had gone over the top. “No mi amor I am awestruck you look so beautiful.” he said saving himself, in reality you did look like an angel sent from heaven the problem was this was the dress you wore in Marc’s dream, and jake meant down to the last seam exact. “She can't go to that birthday party.” Marc said already beginning to panic just by looking at the dress. “Well who's bloody gonna tell her that I mean look at her she's so happy.” Steven said admiring your smile as you twirled for them excited to be wearing it. Meanwhile Jake just put on his best smile and pretended like he was going bat shit over this dress too. “Te ves hermosa amor, when is this party?” he asked, trying to find out how much time they had to make a plan to change your mind. “Saturday, I found it just in time like it was meant to be! I'm going to go change armor and I'll be back in a second for dinner.” you said walking off not waiting for a reply. “Mierda, qué hacemos?” Jake asked the other two since they now had two days to change your mind and keep you safe.

It felt like time mobed all too quickly and saturday was already here with no plan formed to convince you not to go to that birthday party. “Marc honey, do you mind turning off my curling iron? I forgot to turn it off!” you said as you rushed around looking for a bloody pin to keep your hair in place. “Got it!” he yelled in the bathroom where he had come to hide to talk to Jake and Steven about what to do. “Well? Anybody think of anything or are we actually going to this thing?” Marc asked his reflection. “No, claro que no we cant take the risk that dream felt all too real so unless you guys want a blood bath she's not going.” Jake said already on edge and ready to kill any soul that even dared to approach you. “Well there's that mate now what anybody know how to get extremely sick in the next five minutes?” Steven worried Jake would actually leave a blood bath if they went. “Honey? Everything alright you still haven't gotten ready yet and I thought steven was coming with me?” you asked outside the door wondering why he had been in there for so long. “We’ll be out in just a minute just finishing up shaving!” Marc said, panicking. “We’re out of time fellas Steven you’ll just have to make something up but do not let her go.” Marc said firmly before letting Steven front. “Well alright then mates thanks for the help.” he said sarcastically before leaving the bathroom. “ I thought you were shaving?” you asked confused as to why he looked the same as before. “Eh I decided not to actually think I'd save us sometime, yeah?” Steven said, hoping you’d let it go. “Okay love you look handsome either way.” you said kissing his cheek and grabbing the dress to get changed. “Actually love, can I talk to you for a minute just sit down with me yeah?” Steven said nervously. “Yeah baby, what's wrong?” you asked, concerned with the sudden change of attitude of your boyfriend. “Well its just- I just- I don't really feel well and i'd hate to ruin your friends birthday party with me feeling sick and all so maybe it's best if I stay back on this one? He asked shyly. “What! Are you insane steven? That is the opposite of what we said.” Mark yelled from the mirror. “Por dios amigo como la cagas no lo puedo creer.” Jake said following it up with a couple profanities in spanish. “Oh honey I'm so sorry I didn't notice Marc is always hiding it when he's sick don't worry we’ll stay home and i'll take care of you yeah?” you said sweetly feeling his face to make sure he wasn't getting a fever. “ you don't have to love I can take care of myself so you can see your friends.” Steven insisted. “No, a party is not more important than my boyfriends health im gonna go make you something to eat and then if you're feeling better…” you said, inching closer to his face. “You can get me out of this dress, how does that sound?” you said leaning in and looking into his eyes teasingly. “Sounds very good to me, very good actually thank you love.” Steven said nervously it didnt matter how many times you'd done this before it'd make him nervous every time. “No problem baby i'll be back in a few.” you said pecking him on the lips and walking away to the kitchen. “ I cant believe that just happened.” Marc said in disbelief. “ Ni tu ni yo hermano, he gets pampering and sex? Give me a break.” Jake said, flailing his arms around wishing that was him. “ Yeah, no thanks to you guys.” Steven said. “What was that honey?” you said from the kitchen. “Nothing love i'm gonna go get changed!” Steven said, walking away from the reflections.

A couple months had passed since you and Steven decided to stay home from the party and things seemed to be normal, if you called Marc, Jake and Steven acting like bodyguards every time you stepped out of the house normal. Today Steven was fronting and you knew if there was something they were hiding, it was Steven who would let it out if you asked ‘nicely.’ “Steven?” you asked sitting next to him and leaving your head on the sofa batting your eyelashes to add the cherry on top. He turned and was still knowing something was coming of this. “Yes, love?” he asked quietly, closing his book. “Can I ask you something baby?” you cooed running your finger up his arm. “What is she doing? Steven, focus.” Marc said already knows your tactics to get what you want. “Anything.” Steven said keeping what Marc said in mind, but as your hands quickly moved to massage the back of his head pulling on his hair slightly those words started to fly out the window. “Dios mio let me answer her question i'll answer it real good.” Jake said eager to front and feel your touch first hand, Steveh just ignored his voice and kept his focus on you. “Why are you three acting like my bodyguard everytime I step out of the flat?” you said sweetly getting closer to him. “Because we love you, why else?” he said, chuckling, putting his hand on your thigh. “Do you think something bad is gonna happen?” you ask now straddling him massaging his shoulders. “Uh” he said, not being able to make up words at the moment. “Steven?” you asked. “Yeah sorry, em, no we just- we just want to be safe.” he said looking up at you. “Is it because of that dream you had a while back?” you asked, cupping his face. “Steven she's onto us don't fall into it.” Marc said, hoping Steven wouldn't tell you. “What? No? What dream? I didn't have a dream I don't recall.'' Steven said, still shaking his head subconsciously and actually sitting up. Your smile dropped and you got off of him quickly. “You're lying to me steven, what is Marc saying.” you said hands on your hips. “Why does Marc have to say anything? He's not the bloody boss of me I am my own person you know?” Steven said taking this as the chance to change the subject. “What? Baby no-that's not what I meant-” he cut you off, “No? Well that's what it bloody sounded like you know, Jake and I we both have our own thoughts most times too, alright?” he said sounding angry even though he felt very guilty about turning this on you, it never was his thing when it came to arguments. “ Steven im sorry, I just wanted to know why everything has been so tense when I step out if the house but it's fine. I promise I won't ask again okay? Im sorry.” you said taking his hands in your and looking into his eyes hoping he'd accept your apology, steven had never gotten this angry with you before and it worried you that you had really taken it too far this time. “It's alright love I forgive you, lets just watch a film and go to bed yeah?” he said pulling you in and kissing the top of your head. “Yeah, it sounds like a lovely plan lovey.” you said laying down on the couch with him as he played a film about the enneads. That was the last time you ever brought it up again.

Almost a month had passed since that night and you had stuck to your promise of never bringing it up again which made things go a lot smoother with your boyfriends though sometimes at night you'd wake up worried he'd have another nightmare so you watched him sleep until eventually your eyes gave out and you fell asleep again. You were skimming through your mail when you noticed you'd gotten a letter from an annual gala association that you were invited to given that you were a well known philanthropist in london this was big for you and you were excited to be invited this year you'd finally be able to branch out and that meant bigger things coming along for you and your loves, not to mention your father would be extremely proud knowing you made it on your own. “Jake! Guess what just came in the mail!” you ran into your flat excitedly finding your boyfriend watching the yankees game. “ what is it mi amor?” he asked, happy to see you ecstatic. “It's an invitation to the philanthropist gala the 22nd of this month I think I may be up for an award!” you said excitedly still holding up the unopened envelope in jake's face. “Ay mi amor qué maravilla, i'm so proud of you open it so we can see what it says.” he said admiring your shining features as you opened it carefully not wanting to ruin the pretty wrapping. “y/n l/n, it is our great honor to have you at the 75th annual gala of philanthropy as our guest of honor and accept the award for biggest influence of the year- oh my god!” you said looking up at him and jumping into his arms not believing a word you just read. “An award dios mio mi alma you deserve every single inch of praise youve worked so hard.” he said looking down at you licking his lips. “Thank you baby, I'm so excited I have to call my parents!” you said happily. “Of course but we’ll leave that for later, right now I want to praise you and treat you like the goddess you are.” he said, grabbing the back of your thigh and lifting you up. “ I like the sound of that.” you said kissing him and spending the rest of the night in bed with you and Jake 'celebrating’ every inch of your award.

As the 22nd got closer and your boyfriends constantly congratulated you for the award, of course steven and marc wanted to congratulate you personally after that night with jake it was only fair, you were getting nervous while writing down notes for your acceptance speech. You wanted to keep it short and sophisticated but also make sure you said everything you wanted too and mentioned everyone who helped you along the way. Instead of giving yourself another headache you decided to look up where this gala would take place and see what outfit would be fitting to the theme. “Little hey little ho” Marc said walking in. “little high little low.” you said laughing at your boyfriends cuteness for quoting one of your favorite movies. “What are you doing honey?” he asked, kissing you on the forehead as he walked by to get changed into his lounge clothes. “Just looking at the place where the gala is gonna be it's really pretty you wanna see?” you said moving the laptop slightly as he sat down putting his arm around you. “Yea-” he suddenly stopped and took a good look at the ballroom, getting instant flashbacks of the dream he had back months ago as it was the same one. “Everything all right baby? Have you been there before?” you asked worried about his change of behavior. “no , I mean yes everything is fine. I just wanted to get a closer look. It looks very artsy. It's nice.” he said, trying to act as calm as possible. ‘Hey wake up guys are you guys thinking what i'm thinking?’ he subconsciously asked Jake and Steven. “It's the same ballroom from the dream mate it's hard to forget.'' Steven said quietly knowing what Jake was about to say next might really hurt your feelings. “Mierda qué hacemos, this isn't like the party she wont back out as easily amigo.” he said knowing this time around it would be harder. “ I know it's super nice i'm glad I went for that floor length gown it looks like it'll fit the theme if it doesn't make it here on time I dont know how i'd even go honestly.” you said a bit worried you had no back ups so you really were depending on this one. “Really you wouldnt go?” Marc said a little too fast for his liking. You looked at him a little strangely, “ I mean I'm sure if you don't get it on time you'll have something here you can wear you'll look beautiful in anything my love.” he said kissing you all over thee face wanting the conversation to be over. “Okay, okay well i'm gonna go and start dinner anything in specific you want tonight?” you asked standing up. “No, let's order takeout tonight I just wanna have you in my arms all night baby.” he said pulling you back down and laying down on top of you. “Alright then but I will need a phone to make the order honey.” you said giggling at how needy your boyfriend was being, you loved it Marc rarely let you be the one holding him.

It was the day of the gala and with only an hour left before you had to leave you had your hair and makeup done professionally as this would be your first time really in the spotlight and not just in the shadows behind your father, you wanted tonight to be perfect. “Marc honey are you dressed we should be going soon love.” you said going into the closet of the hotel the gala association had given you for the night so you'd be close by for the event. “Yeah honey almost I just don't know about this suit.'' He said he'd been trying to find something wrong with you guys attending all day just so you wouldn't. “Well I think you look very handsome actually if we had the time id enjoy taking it off you.” you said, fixing his bowtie and kissing him on the lips. “ I don't see anything wrong with staying in and living out your fantasy.” he said, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to his chest. You laughed and pulled away walking towards your dress. “While that sounds tempting Spector we have a gala to attend to now help me with the zippert please.” you said as you struggled pulling up the dress, “woah this feels a little tighter than when I first tried it on.” you said confused there's no way you could have gained weight so quickly, had you been stress eating? “I'm sure it fits, it's only been like a week there's no way it shrunk.” he said knowing Jake took it to a tailor to make it a couple sizes smaller so you'd be left with nothing to wear hence not go to the gala and stay back home where it's safe. “Ugh it's no use just help me get if off Marc.” you said upset with tears welling up. “Hey baby it's okay dont cry.” Marc said regretting going behind your back and making you feel this way. “ I just don't get it. How did it not fit? Was I really eating that much? I was just looking forward to wearing that dress.” you said looking down. “Its okay baby we can just call and be late and find something else.” he said, “no that's not necessary I have a backup I was just really excited about that dress.” you took a deep breath shaking off the sadness and going back into the closet and pulling out another dress, “Well at least i'll get to finally wear this one I wouldve hated for it to go to waste.” you said pulling it out of the cover and putting it on with ease, while Marc was left dumbfounded not thinking that you'd be bringing a back up. “Bloody hell mate she's one step ahead of us.” Steven said frustrated. “Ya quedamos muchachos we’re just gonna have to go in prepared for anything. Eyes up Marc this just got very real.” Jake said unnervingly quietly. As Marc turned around he saw you looking as beautiful as ever in the dress you wore when you died in his dream. Tears began to well in his now knowing that this was it and nothing could stop the night. “Baby? What's wrong?” you asked, cupping his face. “You look so- beautiful, I just love you so much.” he said kissing you deeply as if it was the last time because to him it just might be. “Oh Marc stop it you're gonna make me cry, I love you too. Let's get going.” you said snapping out of it before you didnt leave the hotel room at all. “Todo o nada muchachos we have to be ready for anything tonight.” Jake said as you both walked out of the hotel and into the car that would take you guys to the gala.

Once you made it through the carpet and cameras you finally walked in and admired the art on the walls and ceilings of the ball rooms hallways before you walked into the crowd full of people. “It's so beautiful I cant believe were here.” you said looking around letting go of Marcs arm to get a closer look of the art on the walls. “ I cant either.” Marc said casually, taking your hand in his and smiling down at you. “So many people, don't wanna get lost.” he said after you looked back at him.

As the night went on you danced, had a few drinks and enjoyed meeting new people who could potentially help you grow in the near future. Although Marc was on edge for the majority of it, looking around, checking the room for suspicious activity, and keeping you away from large crowds in case you needed to run to safety, he was glad the night was almost over and you'd soon be able to go home and never think of this night again. “Miss it's time for you award acceptance if you'd please come with me.” a woman said, bringing Marc out of his thoughts. “Oh right it's time.” you said nervously laughing heading in the woman's direction. “Will you be okay here Marc?” you asked worried your boyfriend doesn't do well alone in public settings. “Yeah i'll be here, watching, waiting for you to come back.” he said smiling his heart pounding out of his chest as you turned around making the space between you two grow wider by the second. “Marc this doesn't feel right go a bit closer yeah?”Steven said his anxiety started to get out of hand. “Yeah okay im gonna look for a spot right in front so I can move quickly.” he said and just as he began walking through the crowd your name was called and you walked up to accept the award and faced the crowd nearing the podium to give you speech. Marc tried to speed up but suddenly the cross seems to be acting as barricades and less humans. “Excuse me, I need to get through.” he said then the man turned around and whispered, “hail hydra.” Marcs eyes widened and as he tried to push through a bomb went off near the podium and you flew back hitting the ground quickly. “y/n!” Marc yelled, summoning the suit, the explosion had pushed him further from you with plenty of hydra agents to kill in between. “Marc! I'm okay!” you said trying to stand, your ears were ringing and you couldn't hear Marc answering you but you wanted him to know you were okay while he fought his way to you. “Y/n” you heard a voice call out, “pleasure to meet you although I think the bigger pleasure will be killing you tonight.” they said making you look up to a red emblem realizing a widow had been assigned to kill you, you used all the energy you had to grab a handful of dust and rocks and throw it into her face and run, more like limp but at the moment you just ran as far as you could hoping it would all be over soon. Meanwhile Marc was fighting the last of the hydra agents when he got to the last one he asked, “why are you here? Who sent you after her?” he said, holding up the crescent ready to end him. “Her life is the price her father must pay, you are too late, hail hydra.” he said laughing as Marc sliced his throat open and noticed you were gone. “No, no, no , n-” Marc said running out of the ball room and into the hallway that led to many rooms. “Shit.” Jake said panicking, “run mate she's bound to be hiding in one of these.” Steven said and just as Marc started running he heard you let out a blood curdling scream. “Y/N!” he screamed running as fast as he could looking through each door as he ran past them. “Baby! I need you to scream for me one more time!” he screamed hoping you'd be able to hear him. “Marc.” you said as loud as you could finally seeing you standing in the balcony of the top floor. “y/n.” he sighed in relief seeing the room empty he began running to you again but just as he got close the widow that had been chasing you earlier run down from the side of the outer wall, leap and pull out her gun as she shot you not just once but three times in the back before she landed on the floor smirked and ran off into the night completing her mission, your father had finally paid the price.

Marc told himself if he would have ran faster he would have been able to shield you from the bullets as he held your body and you tried to hold on to his still in shock and not feeling the pain. “M-Marc what's wrong?” you asked, trying to steady your breathing. “Come on baby we have to get you help please just focus on me and breathe okay come on.” he said looking down at your wide eyes while tears were in his as he took off the cowell scared this would be your last time together. “ I just- I need to catch my breath- I cant- I “ you struggled to speak. “Shhh don't try to speak to save your energy baby please just hold on for me okay?” he said trying to pick you up but struggling realisinng he was slipping in your blood. “FUCK! Come on! Please please please.” he said crying, not ready to let you go just yet. “Give her the suit, Marc” he heard Khonshu say. “What?” he said looking up at the bird. “Allow her to become my avatar and I will heal her back to life but we must do it soon she is losing blood quickly.” he said rapidly standing over her body. “Kh-onshu?” you asked looking up at the god of the night. “Do you y/l l/n swear to protect the travelers of the night? To be my fist of vengeance?” he said loudly as your vision was becoming clouded and you almost gave in to the darkness you used all of the energy you had left in this world. “Come on, just one word princess.” Marc said as he tried to pinch you awake. “Yes.” you managed to squeak out. “Then rise and become my fist of vengeance, my moon knight!” Khonshus voice rang through your ears as you rose feeling the bullets leave your body with a weird and slightly painful sensation as the wounds healed and the suit wrapped around you like a blanket, you landed on your feet gracefully the suit wrapping around your curves making you look like the goddess the boys always saw you as. “Now go get your vengeance my little worm.” khonshu said as you looked out the balcony and went after the widow that almost took your life. “y/n!” Marc screamed trying to stop you, he knew what being in the suit and under Conscious leadership did to a person but he couldn't allow you to spill blood on your hands because of Khonshu. “That damned bird is going to tint our girls image how are we gonna get to her in time?” Steven asked. “We won't we’ll just have to hope she comes to her senses, she will amigos we have to trust her.” Jake said even though his twisted mind wished you did actually end the life of the scum that tried to take you from them. As they went in the direction you had gone in you had caught up to the widow who was taken aback by your appearance. “Break her windpipe.” you heard Khonshu say. Before she could attack you slid and dodged her punch, tripping her and getting the advantage of the higher ground, you had never felt a power like this, unstoppable. Just as you pulled the crescent from your chest you heard Marc voice, “Y/n! Don't do it! Don't listen to him! Please!put her down.” he said a pleading look in his eyes and then suddenly you felt yourself waking up, the feeling of fury and vengeance that consumed you leaving and giving you clarity, you gasped “oh my god” looking down at the barely breathing woman you let go of her body and backed away bringing yourself closer to the edge of the roof. “Stop!” Marc screamed fearing you'd hurt yourself. “I'm so sorry I don't know what happened, Marc im a terrible person, oh my god.” you said panicking as he got you off the ledge. “Its okay baby your didnt know its okay just breathe and give me back the suit I ‘ll get us out of here.” he said taking your hands in his. “Okay.” you said looking at Khonshu and he sighed. “Fine, you have a potential little bird, don't forget that.” he said before disappearing and taking the suit with him and giving it back to Marc. You’d be lying if you said amidst everything Marc summoning the suit was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen but right now was not the time considering a woman lying half dead a few feet away from you. Marc picked you up swiftly and took you to the ground and to the hotel balcony, “i'll be back soon.” he said turning his back to you, “Are you going to kill her?” you asked. He turned to look at you but without another word he jumped to the next sealing and made his way to the widow whose body still layed where you had left her barely breathing. “He tried to kill y/n, send her a message to whoever sent her Marc.” Khonshu urged him. “Shut up. Who sent you?” he asked, pulling her up by the collar making her yelp in pain. “Va-valentina” she said barely above a whisper. “Why?” Marc asked debut before he got an answer Jake fronted and sliced her throat, anger raging through his veins. “Jake what did you just do?” Marc asked “She almost killed y/n and you let her continue to breathe? I don't think so.” Jake said slowly. “ I was trying to get answers, she was just the messenger.” Marc said frustrated that his only lead was now dead. “We got what we needed, now let's go.” Jake said allowing Marc to front once again because if Jake walked in you’d know they’d killed her. You hadn't moved from where he left you hoping he’d be back soon and this would all be over. It wasn't soon after you saw him at the edge of the rooftop jumping down and landing in front of you, you stood in front of the chair and ran to him and kissed him passionately glad to see him again and hope that it was finally all over. When you pulled away something in you wanted to ask if she was still alive but you didn't want to know so instead you kissed Mark again but this time deeper running your hands through his hair and pulling it slightly getting a moan from him as he pulled away. “We should get you cleaned up, bathtub, now.” he said walking you inside and into the bathroom wanting to do his best to keep you distracted and erase the events of tonight. He turned on the water and made sure it was warm before taking off your dress and washing all the blood off of you while you watched him, his mouth in a frown as he washed off the reminder that he was too late to save you and his dream almost became his reality. “Hey.” you said once you were out and in bed, “come here.” you said holding your hand out for him. “Thank you. For saving me.” you said looking up at him. “ I didn't save you y/n, khonshu did, I almost got you killed.” he said, choking up. “No baby if you weren't there, there be no khonshu to save me, those people were looking for my father, not you.” you said trying to convince him, he couldn't even look at you. “Marc, do you love me?” you asked, making him finally look up at you confused. “Of course I do don't ever doubt that.” he said taking your head in his hands and pulling you closer, “so then show me.” you said looking down at his lips before you leaned in and kissed him once more pulling him towards the bed and beginning to undress him. Suddenly he grabbed you by the hips and threw you back onto the bed, “ I love you.” he said getting on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist while he grinded into your heat needing to feel you closer to him and he kissed down my kneck while you moaned his name. “ I l-love you so much.” he said as you reached down to massage him through his boxers whilst taking off his bottoms. “Marc please, I need you.” you moaned, needing to feel him deep inside you and closer than ever. He positioned himself at your entrance and said once again, “ I love you princess.” as he pushed in slowly waiting for you to adjust to his size burying his head in your neck as you moaned into his ear, after a second he continued to push deeper until he was all the way in and groaned when he felt you tighten around him as he pulled out completely and went back in again this time pumping himself in and out of you at a slow pace wanting to take in every single sound you made and every single reaction you body gave him. He picked one of your legs over his shoulder so he could push himself even closer to you and it drove you to insane only making you want to stay like this forever, “oh marc dont stop baby.” you moaned in his ear making him groan and pick up his pace slightly and your encouragement only brought him closer to the edge. He picked his head up to look you in the eyes and seeing that look of pleasure all because of him only brought him closer, he kissed you suppressing your moans and you felt that feeling in the pit of your stomach as he hit your g-spot everytime, “Marc im -im about to-” you were cut off by your moan not being able to control it anymore. “ I know baby come on cum for me.” and that was all it took to push you over the edge as he continued to pump into you as you rode out your high feeling euphoric. Marc was so close to the edge he dropped his head into the pillow next to you wanting to feel you tighten around him again, “Let go Marc.” you moaned as you tightened around him and sucked on his earlobe knowing it was one of his most sensitive spots and just like that Marc felt the best release of he life as he stuttered his moans and squeezed the pillow next you tightly as you massaged the back of his head and kissed his neck as you waited for him to come down from his climax. “ I love you so fucking much y/n” he said breathless as he laid on top of you and hugged your waist never wanted to lose the touch of your skin. “ I love you too Marc.” you said as you both finally dozed off into the night in each other's arms but this time he dreamt of a life with you by his side and children running around your garden with a feeling of love and content.

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honeyabyss · 3 years ago

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Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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harcove · 3 years ago

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you uh. wouldn't mind an angst request would you haha because I have had this one scenario stuck in my head where leon (probably resi 6 leon) has been drinking a lot more and has been neglecting his s/o and they finally call him out on his shit

anyway ooga booga they fight and decide it's best they give leon his space and take a break and maybe he finds them at a bar he goes to to get wasted to already find them drunk off their ass

Angst is absolutely one of my most favourite things to write and to read like damn I do be out here making myself CRY. So I definitely don't mind angst like hell yeah!

I was gonna end this was a happier note- but uh, I really love angst so I left it semi-open ended but also pretty sad I think. Also not really dialogue-heavy, more like... I write too much detail-heavy :,) Also this isn't edited, I spent days on this cause I was overthinking it and felt it was just not good so oof I'm sorry!

Length: 2k

Request: in the ask

Warnings: angst, drinking, lowkey it's alcoholism on Leon's part, being drunk

Leon x Reader - "I know."

How long had it been since you had held your boyfriend's hand? Since the two of you had really sat together and done something together, fully, completely, involved, and focused on one another. You didn't even remember, which was agonizing to think about.

You had been through so much with Leon. And you knew where his deepest thought lay, but you could never truly know. And it didn't help that over the years the two of you had together, he had started to become more distant. And instead of finding his comfort in your arms, he found it in some glass bottle.

At first, you didn't really protest much, you didn't say much about it. A drink every once in a while couldn't hurt. Yet, it wasn't every once in a while. It was more often than you'd have liked. And he was using it to forget. To focus on anything else but his life and his memories. Your soft words trying to talk to him didn't do much to stop him or dissuade him. He brushed you off more often than not. It tore you up from the inside out that you couldn't help him, that at some point a bottle was his chosen form of comfort over you.

The guilt mixed with sadness, and then with anger. And in the end, those feelings came together and created an explosion between the two of you one night.

Your throat was hoarse as you swallowed as much air as you could. You couldn't exactly remember what the argument stemmed from but you knew it had to be related to him drinking.

"Will you just listen to me?!" You shouted, the words coming out uneven as your throat begged you to stop, "put that shit down Leon, and look at me!"

The man sitting at the aisle in your kitchen put the flask he had down in front of him, but still had his hands on it. He turned his head to look at you, barely even moving at all, and his eyes were looking at you like he was unimpressed or annoyed.

"I'm listening."

You wanted to pull on your hair and scream because he wasn't. He wasn't listening, and he hadn't been, at least not for a while.

"No you aren't, you are not listening to a word I say, you never do!"

He scoffed, turning back to his drink and taking another sip.

"Where am I going on Friday?"

"What?" He looked at you incredulously, completely lost as your voice went from yelling at him to speaking relatively peacefully, but there was no peace in your voice.

"I said, where am I going on Friday, Leon," you repeated with clenched fists, "if you listen to me if you even bother to pay attention to me, you would know the answer. So where am I going on Friday?"

The silence was your answer, as you expected it to be, you just hadn't expected it to be so painful.

"I'm going to visit my family in the town over," your voice was low and tired, and you wanted to cry but you couldn't even find it in you to do that, "I told you that a thousand times Leon I..."

Biting your lip hard, you felt yourself break skin, and the metallic taste of blood invaded your taste buds. You were so angry at him moments before, angry enough you had been yelling. But suddenly you weren't angry anymore. You were just so sad; sad for yourself and sad for him. He wasn't going to listen to you, not right now, that much was clear.

"I've been busy Y/N-" whatever he said was wasted on deaf ears as you drowned them out unintentionally, your eyes trained on the flask he nursed.

For once, you knew you had to let it be. You had to give him space, and give yourself space.

"I'm sleeping in the guest room," you offered lamely after the long silence between the two of you after he had finished whatever he had said. Leon looked up at you, with a look of surprise, and confusion, "we both need space. From each other. I just... Don't stay up drinking all night."

"Y/N-" his words once again fell upon deaf ears, and his fingers just missed your arm as you turned and went upstairs to the room usually used by people like Claire, or Chris, sometimes Sherry.

When morning came, you had gotten up later than usual, Leon was already gone as he usually was early in the morning with his job and everything. Your heart felt heavier as you walked into the empty kitchen and noted the vodka bottle you two had been given as a gift was half empty. Something in you asked if it was all worth it; did it really do so much that he drank more than he should've? Did it take away the feelings of hopelessness, like the one you were currently stuck in?

Those were the thoughts that followed you the entire day as you went about your routine. They followed you all the way to the spare bedroom of one of your old friend's homes as you decided you and Leon needed to take a break. If you didn't do that, you feared you would only lose him completely. Or lose yourself. It was exhausting.

But what was even more exhausting was not seeing him. You worried for him, and even if you sometimes felt like he didn't, he worried for you.

It would take about a week before something would crack, before the storm that had been brewing between you two, the one that laid dormant after you walked out to take from your relationship, would begin to thunder again, but in a much different way.

"We're here to have fun," your friend who had been letting you stay over said as she pushed a shot of... something into your hands, leaning against the bar from your side while you said on one of the barstools, "and loosen up. You specifically."

You rolled your eyes; this wasn't in your plan for the day, going to a bar. But it was more than you had done in the past week now. Your routine consisted of going to work and heading back to your friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

You wanted Leon. But you couldn't have him right now. You were still upset, and you didn't even know if he wanted you right now. Everything was a mess.

Things seemed to blur together over the course of the night in the bar, your friend insisting on you trying each new drink she got, some not new too. You had had one drink that you ordered of your own volition, and it had been a regular bottle of beer. But the shots your friend got for you two, and the sips of the drinks your friend ordered, culminated into more than you realized and you could say you were a bit more than just tipsy.

For some reason though, your friend seemed to be chugging along much better than you, you must've been a lightweight.

You hadn't even seen your friend in a while, but you also were so out of it that you couldn't exactly comprehend time properly at that current moment in time.

A hand on your arm and a familiar voice seemed to sober you a bit as your eyes met familiar blue, but they were clouded over with pain, with worry. Confusion too, and a bit of shock. Your fingers twitched, aching to touch his arm. His face. To smooth the furrow that seemed to be etching itself into his brow, threatening to become a new and permanent feature.

But the sober feeling you experienced also stopped you from doing any of the above. Rather, your body stiffened a bit and you pulled away from his touch, only barely missing the look of hurt that glided over his features as you did so.

"L-Leon?" the alcohol in your system made it sound more like you were questioning if he was real rather than saying his name, "What are you-"

The question you were going to ask didn't even need to be finished. It didn't even need an answer from him, because even if you were drunk, you knew Leon. And you knew why he was there.

"Oh," you couldn't help but scoff, "you want my drink? It'll start you off-"

Leon wasn't going to pretend that he hadn't come to the bar to drink away his sorrows; to forget all the pain he held onto and the nightmares he couldn't escape, and now the pain of not having you around. But when he walked in and saw you? Something in him stopped. Something in him twisted and he felt nauseous and for once it wasn't because of a hangover, but it was because of you.

You looked so miserable. Not that you realized you were wearing your heart on your sleeve at the bar, with the dejected look on your face and the limp hand holding onto a beverage you clearly didn't enjoy. Whilst at the same time, you looked empty.

Is that what you saw? Is that what he looked like to you when he was drinking? When he was at home or at a bar, focusing on anything but reality?

Leon didn't want a drink anymore, he wanted to get you out of a place that didn't suit you whatsoever. He wanted to take you home, he didn't want you to be him.

"You didn't come here alone, did you?" He cut off whatever you were trying to say as he looked into your eyes sternly.

"What? N-no I'm not stupid... I came here with a friend."

It didn't take long for Leon to figure out the friend because he spotted her coming near the bar, and recognized her.

"Hey, I'm taking Y/N home," Leon tried to not sound aggressive when he spoke, but it may have only made him sound more upset.

"Leon? Oh, ya, of course. Are you two...?"

"We'll be fine," Leon replied as he helped you stand up, "thanks for being with them."

He hadn't just meant in the bar but in the past week. It was left unsaid, but it was laid bare.

As much as you wanted to pull away from the man who gently wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist, and used the other to hold your arm behind his neck, you couldn't. You didn't have the strength to, and you missed him.

Leon was glad he had taken the car and not his motorcycle. There was no way in hell he would've been able to keep you on a motorcycle all the way back to your home that you shared, or well, you hadn't for the past week. But that wasn't the point.

"You're so mean Leon..." you mumbled as he helped you get into the passenger seat of the car. He all but carried you into it like a child and leaned across you to put your seat belt on. You leaned your face into his neck as he did so, breathing deeply.

"I just... Want you to be happy," you continued sloppily, "but you won't... Let me in..."

Leon's breathing stopped for a moment as he stilled, his hand still on the seatbelt he had just finished putting you in. He quickly pulled himself together and pulled back, adjusting the belt on your body so it wasn't digging into your lazy form, but it was still doing its job.

"I know."

There was so much more he could say, but he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he ever could.

He settled himself into the driver's seat and got ready to start the car up.

"I still love you though..." your words were slurred as you rested your head on the car window, feeling your eyes grow heavier.

"I..." Leon's hand was turning white at the knuckles from how hard he was holding the steering wheel. He didn't deserve you. And you didn't deserve this.

"I know..."

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years ago

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Are you fine with top beta mreader and bottom alpha iwaizumi? Reader is model student in school and rumor tells that he is better than most alpha. Iwai who never interested about that kind of thing suddenly changed his mind when his inner beast screamed out for reader when he saw him in the library. That caught reader attention. So they have sex there, with Iwai trying hard to holding back his voice and he can only knotting at nothing when climax. After they were done, Iwai kinda light headed and Reader bridal carry him outside. I just think it will be cute 🐽

That's all 🛁

out of the ordinary (nsfw) top beta!reader x bottom alpha!iwaizumi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: slight degrading, omegaverse, reverse roles, knotting (not really), public sex (sex in library), slight overstimming

a/n: i can't find any,,,good iwa panels help. but this was an interesting concept especially the last part. i also love iwa with my entire life please 🧎‍♂️ sorry this took so long because it's pretty long around 1.8k words

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you were an exception, someone who's out of the ordinary. being born a beta, people didn't expect much from you. they had no reason to believe that someone who was a part of 90% of the world population was capable of doing anything extraordinary. however you were there to prove them wrong. ever since elementary going into highschool your grades were always at the top of the class and in some cases in the district. everyone was surprised to find out that you were only a beta instead of an alpha.

your achievements were spread all of the school board and among your classmates. most people respected you and some wanted to be you. your grades weren't the only thing you had, your looks were at least above average and nearly everyone who saw you wanted to fuck you, or get fucked by you. except for one person, iwaizumi hajime.

the spiky haired boy was never interested in this type of stuff. in fact he is the only alpha in the entire school that hasn't tried to hit on you or asked you out yet. unfortunately this just so happens to be the one person you were somewhat interested in. unlike the other betas and omegas you weren't exactly submissive. sure you were nice and friendly towards other people but in the bedroom? all you wanted was to make an alpha cry out your name and cum from your cock. it was an unrealistic fantasy due to how your society functions but you've seen it happen before and you wanted to experience it yourself.

the more iwa didn't notice you, the more frustrated you became. you tried all sorts of things to grab his attention. "helping" him with homework, which he denied many times. inviting him to hangout afterschool, also denied. and even as far as behaving unlike yourself, none of the above worked and you were quite upset about it.

until one day, when you were just walking to the gym you overheard iwa and his friend oikawa qtalking about something.

"c'mon iwa we all know you were head over heels for him when he was performing that day."

"shut up, it doesn't matter even if i do, he has enough alphas and omegas on his dick, he doesn't need another one. so what if i want to fuck him, who doesn't? you did too at one point but he turned you down almost immediately."

"jeez! calm down you freaking porcupine. all i'm saying is, next time you two are alone, maybe give it a shot instead of avoiding him. he's the first person that ever got you feeling like this and it would be too good of a chance to pass by, don't you think?"

"yah yah whatever i got it."

so the two were… talking about you?. there was no way right?! the one person you wanted attention finally gave it to you. it might not have been directly but he admitted it, and that's all you needed to know. so all the things you were doing did work after all. you were excited but you needed to keep your cool for now, and figure out a way to get you two alone. little did you know he was going to come to you all by himself without you even lifting a finger.

you strolled to the library afterschool to borrow to borrow a book your friend told you to check out that you know you won't be reading. while searching for the novel, you heard someone open the door of the empty library. it was pretty rare for anyone to be in the library except during class time so you wondered who it could've been. you peeked over the bookshelves to find a spiky haired male trying to find a book as well. it was iwa, looking for a book in the dystopia section.

this situation couldn't have been better. you and iwa were alone in a place where nobody usually comes. it was the perfect opportunity to do what you always wanted to do. you walked over to the other section to greet him.

"yo! how's it going iwaizumi?"

"it's going fine… thank you, i'm surprised to see you here though."

"oh yeah haha, just checking out a book."

iwaizumi looked away and directed his attention back to the bookshelf. you were a little upset and while thinking about something to talk about, he spoke again.

"h-hajime, is fine...by the way." iwa said while his face flashed a bright red.

hajime? his first name? we barely talked ever and now you guys are on a first name basis? you didn't mind of course, you a little surprised that's all.

"alright hajime! same goes for you too!"

he looked away again, gripping the book in his hand.

"alright, fuck it." he murmured under his breath. hajime turned around to you and pushed on onto the bookshelf behind you. his hand holding onto yours and his face red as a cherry. you were a little startled but this stuff wasn't exactly new to you so it wasn't as flustering to you as it was to him.

"uhh, hajime? y-you alright there?"

"i wanna fuck you alright?! there i said it. i'm not expecting anything because i'm the last alpha you haven't rejected. but still, i want to try. so…what do you say?"

it was all going better than expected. all the things you've done to attract iwa was finally paying off! you were excited but you needed to keep your cool before completely losing it on him.

"sure! i don't see the reason not to~ but…we are going to switch it up a little bit." you said with a smirk on your face. iwa looked confused about what you meant by switching up, but now that the person he liked agreed to have sex with him, he didn't care about what's about to happen.

you grabbed iwa's arms and pushed them behind his back as you turned him around, reversing the positions of you two.

"w-woah, what are you doing…y/n."

"i've always wanted to do this hehe, fucking an alpha and making him beg to cum as a beta, someone who is supposed to be below him in society standards. what do you say hajime? is this still the sex you were looking forward to? or are you gonna leave me here all by myself?"

there was fear and anticipation in iwa's eyes, eager to find out what happens next. as much as he wished it was the opposite way around he didn't want to lose the opportunity in his hand right now. reluctantly, he nodded and agreed, gesturing to get on with what you wanted to do.

gaining the signal to start, you aggressively pushed your lips onto iwa's, reaching into his mouth and soon intertwining your tongue with his. the other male let out stubborn whimpers as the kiss grew to be more sloppy. soon you broke it, leaving him panting for breath and a dirty smile on your face.

you licked your fingers and reached into the back of iwaizumi's pants. at first he jolted a little, not being used to his ass being touched as an alpha. you then started to move your fingers into his asshole. going deeper inside, hajime struggled with the pain that no alpha in this school will ever experience. hajime's grunts started to become moans, you put in more fingers as you found his pleasure point. massaging it and doing all the tricks you knew on it to make him feel as good as possible.

it didn't take long till a wet spot started to form on his pants and his eyes became hazy. you took out the finger and let hajime catch his breath before preparing him for the real thing.

"w-what's next…" hajime asked

"just close your eyes, i promise i'll make you feel good~"

he trusted you and shut his eyes, latching on to your shoulder. you revealed your cock and lifted iwa up so that his face would be facing you and his plump asshole would be right above cock. iwa was nervous, you could tell and that was the best part about it. gently you put your cock into his ass. it was still rather difficult even with all the preparation from earlier. iwa let out a small cry as you entered him, not used to anything so big inside him, or anything at all really.

"f-fuck that hurts…"

"i know, it'll feel good in a bit, alright? bare with me here a little. i'm gonna start moving."

you didn't even put into consideration that this was iwa's first time. you went at a moderate speed, sometimes slowing down and speeding up. iwa's hard cock leaking with precum and bouncing up and down on yours. it was such a pretty sight seeing the alpha cry pretty tears from all the pain and pleasure. of course you felt amazing too, iwa's virgin hole felt better than your hand or anything your dick had ever fucked.

iwa used one of his hands to cover his mouth. attempting to stop the people outside of the library to hear his moans.

"hajime~ people are gonna hear us if you keep being naughty like this~" you said with a cocky smile on your face.

he didn't say anything in response, barely being able to comprehend anything while getting fucked.

"c'mon...look at you, an alpha? being fucked by a beta in a library. moaning like a slut in heat, i might as well knot you while i'm at it hm?"

speaking of knots, the alpha was getting closed with nothing around his cock. nothing for him to knot. his cock enlarged in size as he reached his climax but a face of disappointment appeared because of the empty area around iwa's dick. he didn't even think it was physically possible until today looking at it right now in front of him.

hajime had his fun but you weren't done yet. right after he came you continued to fuck him and stroke his cock to overstimulate him. after you came inside you noticed that iwaizumi had already passed out from the pleasure. his own cum spilled on his stomach and his ass filled with yours. you stood still for a while, enjoying the view of the sleeping prince in front of you. to make this more fun for the both of you, you decided to carry the alpha in your arms as if he was your bride.

you got a bunch of weird stares and murmurs from the students around you but you didn't care. all the reputation that you built up could fall into shreds but you could not have cared less. now, the only thing that matters is the one person you wanted attention from gave it to you and is sleep soundly in your arms.

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cryonme · 3 years ago

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𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐕

PART FIVE- “Just Because They’re Not Here Doesn’t Mean They Stopped Being Wonderful.”

part one here

part two here

part three here

part four here

short series- jj maybank x kook!reader

word count- 4.3k

tw- guns, knives, mentions of weed, stabbing, swearing, mentions of death, fluff 😊, angst 👿, mentions of murder, fighting, drinking, mentions of stitches and hospitals. lmk if I missed anything

a/n- don’t u all love how I said this was gonna be a “short” series and now we’re at 19.2k words total and five parts? and not even done yet? lol. anyway, this chapter is a fucking rollercoaster of emotions and shit gets really real really fast so hold onto your hats, grab some popcorn, and happy reading!

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“Wait, what the fuck?”

Your friends all stared at you with wide eyes, mouths agape. JJ’s grip tightened on your thigh, you winced a little but he didn’t let up, which you were glad he didn’t.

“Wait, your mom is dead?” John B asked, earning a smack on the back of the head from Sarah.

“You had a sister?!” Pope explained, confusion plastered on his face. “I thought that was just a ru- OW!” A smack from Kiara.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah.”

“You think you know a person then all of the sudden she has a dead mom and sister who were killed by her step brother that you didn’t know about.” John B said, a hint of humor in his voice.

“This isn’t funny, John B.” Sarah scolded.

“It’s fine, Sarah.” You assured your friend. “Look, I know I’m a shit friend for not telling you guys things about my life. Tyler, the abortion, my mom and sister. And I’ll work on getting better at it but all of that isn’t important right now, okay?” You looked between John B and Pope, waiting expectedly before they both nodded and backed off.

“What makes you say that, (Y/n)?” Kie asked you, fully turning her attention to you.

“Well when- um, when Tyler showed up at my house that day,” You swallowed your fear, sitting up straight and taking a deep breath. “When Tyler showed up at my house that day, he said ‘I did everything I could to get my mom to marry your dad. My mom doesn’t know, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, and now you’re ruining everything with your fat fucking mouth.’”

The room was silent. Nobody really knew what to make out of all of this, all this time you had come off so unbothered, like your life was picture perfect and there was never a dark cloud in your sky. Everything that had happened the past couple of weeks came out of nowhere for the group of friends, especially JJ, John B and Pope, who didn’t even know you had a step brother. But when the three thought back on it, they never really asked.

After about a minute of everyone sitting in shock, Sarah spoke up, “Well, we need to tell your dad and Christine, right?’

You shook your head, “Not until I have enough proof. The entire island’s eyes are on me right now and if I’m wrong I make a fool of myself. I know this is gonna sound really stupid but, I need to find Tyler.”

“No.” JJ protested, his voice sharp.

“You’re right, (Y/n). That does sound stupid.” Pope agreed.

“Super stupid.” John B chimed in.

“I love you, but I have never heard more stupid words leave your mouth.” Kiara said.

“Guys, maybe hear her out.” Sarah said.

Kie whipped her head to the side, looking at the blonde girl in bewilderment. “Seriously? I’m not listening to you when all you seem to do is put (Y/n) in more danger.”

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know what the fuck to do!” “You tell someone, dumbass!”

“Jesus, you two! Shut the fuck up!” You interjected, standing up and stomping your foot, ignoring the shooting pain going up your leg.

“I came here because I need help, not to sit here and be judged and have you two fight with each other. Kie, lay off. I begged Sarah not to say anything until I was ready, and promised not to go home until I said something, okay? And you two.” You gestured to John B and Pope, “Telling me I’m stupid for something that I haven’t even explained yet is a little premature. Can we all fucking focus?” You had your time to cry and allow yourself to be broken, but now it was time to get shit done.

Kie shrunk in her seat, muttering a half assed “Sorry” under her breath and crossing her arms. John B and Pope nodded, both boys looking down at their shoes. You sat back down and JJ’s hand returned to its rightful spot on your thigh.

“Now, just, listen to me for a second. We,” You put the emphasis on that word so everyone would be a little bit more open to the idea, “Need to find Tyler so we can somehow record a confession from him. I’ll rile him up, and once I get the confession we get the fuck out. Got it?”

“How the fuck are you gonna find him? Even the Sheriff's department can’t find him.” Sarah said.

“Right,” You responded, “First thing to consider, the police are incompetent, especially here. They probably looked at my house and his job before giving up.”

JJ chuckled, shaking his head as he listened to you talk in awe.

“Second thing to consider, I have his number. I can ask him to meet up and talk it out.”

“The more you talk, the more I really don’t like this plan.” JJ muttered, raking his fingers through his hair.

“The more you talk, the more I wanna kick your teeth in.” You smiled sweetly, “This is the only way.” You tried pulling a joke, but JJ’s face remained concerned, so your face fell and you leaned into him. “I’ll be okay, JJ. I’ve been dealing with Tyler for years, okay?”

JJ nodded, taking a deep breath before pulling away from you.

“So what can we do?”

“Wherever I meet up with Tyler, I need you all to be on standby. Someone on lookout, someone hiding near me just in case things go south, and someone waiting in the vam.”

Everyone agreed in unison, nodding their heads. “Anything we can to get this asshole put away.” John B said, giving you an encouraging smile.

After going over a few details, and finally sending the text to Tyler that you wanted to meet up, the pogues dispersed around the chateau. Pope was talking Sarah’s ear off about the latest book he had just finished while she politely listened and even threw in a couple of her own thoughts, John B and Kie playfully jabbed long sticks at each other, and JJ stood on the porch, watching you swing by yourself on the hammock, lost in thought. He was trying to decide if he should approach you, or give you space. Just then you turned your head and made eye contact with the blond boy, a soft smile on your face, your signature red lipstick back where it belongs.

Fuck space.

He bounded down the stairs and made his way over to you on the hammock, plopping down next to you. Neither of you said anything for a couple minutes, there wasn’t much to say.

“I was 14.” You said, breaking the silence, causing JJ’s head to turn towards you. He stayed silent as you continued.

“Hit and run.” You laughed bitterly. “My little sister was 12. We were finally getting to the point where we didn’t fight everyday, we were becoming friends. She had just started asking me for advice about boys and was always asking to have sleepovers.” You smiled, remembering your little sister fondly. “It still hurts. It’ll always hurt, I think. But, I’ve learned I can’t change what happened, and I try to be thankful for the time I had with her. I would say she probably wouldn’t want me to be sad, but that’s not true, she loved attention.” JJ laughed with you this time.

“What’s her name?” JJ asked.

“Layla.” You responded, her name feeling weird on your tongue. You hadn’t said her name in years. “And my mom, gosh there was no one like my mom.” JJ wasn’t asking, but you were telling.

“She just always understood, you know? She’d let me stay home if my mind was taking over, she continued to buy the ice cream I told her was my favorite when I was 7, I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t like it anymore.” You frowned, staring at your hands. “Christine is great, I love her with everything in me. But sometimes I wish she was in my life under different circumstances.”

JJ nodded in understanding, taking his hand in yours and pressing a lingering kiss to it. “They sound wonderful.”

“They are- were.”

JJ shook his head, “Just because they’re not here doesn’t mean they stopped being wonderful.”

You yanked JJ’s hand so his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaned into him, earning a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re sweet, princess.” You teased, using the nickname that you would use when the two of you fought.

“Tell anyone and you’re dead meat, baby.”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest. “What changed your mind about me?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

JJ thought for a moment, mulling over his words to avoid saying the wrong thing.

“I never changed my mind.”

Your heart dropped as you began to pull away, feeling embarrassed.

“Uh uh uh, let me finish.” JJ pulled you back against him and you huffed. “I never changed my mind because I’ve felt this way about you all along. I’ve never had such strong feelings for a person before, so when you came along I mistook all of the signs as hatred. My mom left and my dad…” JJ trailed off for a moment, trying to put together his words in the least concerning way possible, “My dad takes his anger out on me. And I just never really learned how to receive love, or how to understand it.”

Your heart sank at JJ’s words. All those times he’d show up to the Chateau with bruises and scrapes, telling everyone to fuck off instead of boasting about how he “totally kicked that kooks ass”, it was his dad.

“JJ-”

“Mmm, let’s not do that now, yeah? Just know I’ve adored you this whole time, I was just too stupid to see it.”

“When did you change your mind about me?” JJ asked.

You pondered for a moment, thinking back on when you first started thinking of JJ differently.

“That night at the Boneyard, when Tyler showed up. I was dancing with Pope and all I could think was, ‘I need JJ’, and then there you were. I didn’t want you to ever leave my side again. When you took me back to the Chateau and sat me down on the couch, I was confused because I felt so safe and loved, more than I ever have. It was so out of the blue. Hours before we had just been screaming at each other and then I never wanted you to let me go.”

“You’re making this really hard, Red.” JJ huffed, running a hand over his face.

“What?” You asked craning your neck to look up at him.

“Not kissing you.”

You sat up from your position on his chest, turning your body so you were facing each other, your legs hanging off one side of the hammock and his off the other.

“Then kiss me.”

“(Y/n)...”

“What, scared?”

JJ didn’t say anything, he just looked at you. You had that striking red grin, and your eyes held that glint of mischief and joy.

“You were just inconsolable like, an hour ago.”

“But I’m not now.”

“I-”

“Please, JJ.” You pouted, your eyes big and your frown deep as you slowly reached for him.

And he couldn’t say no to that face.

He slowly brought his hand up to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as his face slowly leaned into yours, his hand softly pulling you closer by the neck. You brought one hand up to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his hair as his other hand found its place on your waist. You stared at each other for a moment, noses barely touching. Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it was about to crawl out of your throat, the anticipation was driving you crazy but you were also cherishing every second of it, just being so close to him, knowing what’s about to happen.

His lips just barely brushed over yours and your entire body erupted in butterflies, goosebumps dancing all up and down your arms and legs.

“You fucker.” You teased and JJ giggled before fully planting his lips on yours. You felt like you had been on fire and had been dumped into an ice bath. The relief that covered your entire body and soul was something you had never felt before. You had kissed plenty of people in your lifetime, and nothing had ever compared to the feeling you had kissing JJ.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, but JJ whined and pulled you back into him, bringing you to sit on his lap as he continued to kiss you. You both giggled and broke apart when you nearly toppled out of the hammock, JJ’s hands immediately steadying you. He looked up at you while stroking your cheekbone with his thumb before planting soft kisses to your arm, trailing his lips up to your shoulder, neck, cheek and finally one last sweet kiss on your lips.

“Well it’s about goddamn time!” John B yelled as the rest of the pogues whooped and hollered, jumping up and down. Both of you flipped off your friends and JJ kissed you once more, your middle fingers still in the air.

“You’re fucking incredible.” JJ muttered once you broke yet another kiss.

“I know.” You smirked.

Once JJ helped you off the hammock, with a lot of wincing and you telling him his kissing made your bruised lip hurt, you made your way back over to your friends, an unmistakable feeling of joy filling everyone’s hearts.

John B handed you and JJ a beer, which you had to decline because of your concussion, much to your dismay, but you gladly took the joint that Kie offered you, blowing out the smoke into JJ’s mouth before taking the hit for yourself. The sun started to set on the Chateau, so Pope and John B set up a fire and Kie brought out her ukulele, her and Sarah singing in harmony to Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. Your heart swelled in your chest listening to JJ quietly singing along with his arm slung around your shoulders, his face was tinted the slightest shade of pink from being in the sun all day, making his eyes look impossibly more blue. You knew tomorrow brought troubles and anxiety, but you pushed them to the back of your mind, enjoying this beautiful moment with your friends. You rested your head on JJ’s shoulder, your hand coming up to hold his that was around your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on his hand. JJ blushed and squeezed you just a little bit tighter.

“(Y/n), you staying the night?”

You smiled and nodded, your eyes a bit droopy from the weed. You had texted Christine already, telling her you were staying the night and assuring her that everyone was staying the night and you were safe.

“Yes!” Sarah exclaimed, getting up from her spot next to John B. “More beer?” Everyone apart from you nodded as Sarah made her way inside the house to grab more cold beer.

“Aw, well if it isn’t the goonies.”

That voice.

Tyler approached the Chateau, Topper, Kelce and Rafe hot on his heels.

Everyone stood up immediately, JJ pushed you behind him without a second thought.

“Heard my baby sister wanted to meet up tonight, thought I’d come to her, spare her the trouble.” Tyler said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You were appreciative of JJ’s protectiveness over you, but this was your fight. “I know what you did, Tyler.” You said, trying your hardest to hide the shakiness in your voice as you pushed JJ out of your way, taking a couple steps forward.

“There she is!” Tyler exclaimed, gesturing his arms to you. “You don’t know shit, dumbass.”

“You killed my mom and sister.”

“Me?” Tyler raised a hand to his chest in shock and turned to his friends, who all shook their heads like you were crazy. “I would never do such a thing.” “You said-”

“Did you hit your head too hard the other day? Sounds to me like you’re making things up.”

He was trying to make you feel crazy, and you weren’t putting up with it.

“What was your plan, huh?” You asked, standing your ground. “Hit my mom and my little sister with your car, devastating my family so my dad could go running into your unknowing mother’s arms. Were you gonna kill all of us next so you could get the money? How exactly did you plan on doing that?”

Tyler’s chest was heaving up and down, sharp breaths coming in and out of his nose.

“Layla was 12 years old, you psychopath.”

“I never meant to kill your fucking sister!”

And there it was. Eerie silence fell over the Chateau like a heavy blanket.

“You motherfucker.” You shrieked, stomping forward and sending your hand flying across his cheek. Before you could even blink, Tyler had his hand around your throat and the barrel of a gun pressed to your jaw. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could see the pogues, Kiara with a hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes, hugging Sarah close to her, John B and Pope holding JJ back, his eyes wild with anger and fear. You could see Topper and Kelce with wide eyes, obviously unaware of the gun in your step brother's possession. You could see Rafe with a knowing grin on his face. Bastard.

You were terrified, panic surging through your body as you tried to stay still so you wouldn’t anger him with any sudden movements.

“Any of you even think about moving and I kill her!” He screamed.

“Tyler, put the gun down man, what the fuck?” Topper said, his voice calm, trying to talk him down.

“Fuck you!”

And suddenly Tyler was on the ground, the gun flying into the darkness. JJ wasted no time running to your step brother, grabbing him by his shirt collar and beating his face with his fists. You and Rafe made eye contact before both of you made a break for the gun, scrambling through the darkness. Rafe tackled you down and tried to reach for it, but you kneed him in the crotch, hoping to buy you a couple seconds. The Cameron boy groaned and held his area, toppling over and whining in a fetal position.

“Pussy boy.” You rolled your eyes and crawled toward the gun, smiling once it was in your grip before Rafe pulled you back by your ankle. You flipped over onto your back and pointed the gun at him.

“You don’t have the guts.”

“Self defense, bitch. Now get off of me.”

Rafe backed up with his hands in the air and you made your way back to the group, gun in hand, still pointed at Rafe. Tyler and JJ were going at it, both throwing punches and kicks, the rest of the group fighting off Topper and Kelce.

“Back off my friends or I'll shoot!” You yelled, and everyone stopped and turned to you with your gun pointed at Rafe. The three kooks backed off with their hands up in surrender.

“You won’t shoot me, Little Red.” Tyler said, walking closer to you.

“I will if you try anything.” You responded, taking the gun off of Rafe and shoving him forward so he was still in your eyesight, now pointing it at Tyler.

“You stay away from her!” JJ yelled, charging towards Tyler but quickly being held back by Rafe and Topper.

Tyler got so close to you that the gun was touching his t-shirt.

Why was he testing you? He had to have something up his sleeve.

The motherfucker literally had something up his sleeve.

Tyler tore a switchblade out of his jacket sleeve and jabbed it into your collarbone, and in the same second you fired the gun.

Your brain felt fuzzy, you couldn’t even feel the knife in your collarbone, the only way you knew it was there was because you could see it sticking out of the corner of your eye.

You heard screams, multiple screams.

Footsteps running away.

Was someone crying?

Were you crying?

Everyone ran to you, JJ leading the group, so he got to you first. He immediately put his hands on your face, frantically searching your eyes before you dropped to your knees, JJ following suit.

“Baby, look at me.” He said firmly. Someone gently took the gun from your hands, why were you still holding it? You brought your hand up to touch the knife, crying out in pain from the smallest touch.

“No, don’t touch it, okay? Leave it alone, paramedics are on their way okay?”

You still didn’t look at him, your eyes were wide as you stared at everyone around you, their faces full of concern.

“She’s in shock.” Pope stated. He was crouched in front of you, next to JJ. “Try to bring her back to reality.”

“How the fuck do I do that?” JJ snapped.

“Chill, JJ! Talk to her, touch her, anything!”

JJ’s left hand continued to cradle your face and you leaned into his touch as his right hand threaded through your hair. “You’re okay, okay? Can you talk to me?” His voice broke, tears beginning to fill his blue eyes.

Your eyes wandered away from the group and landed on Tyler’s body, lifeless. You let out a gasp as if all of the wind had been knocked out of your body.

“I killed him.” You rasped.

JJ quickly moved in front of the body, blocking your view of him. Your breathing was shallow as you brought your hands up to your neck, trying to claw at the skin to make way for you to breathe. Pope’s hands gently grabbed yours, moving them away from your neck and holding them in your lap. JJ gave him a thankful nod and he situated himself in front of you.

“Christine-” Your body flooded with guilt and sadness for your stepmom, that was her son. He may have done unspeakable things to you and her family but that was her son. And you killed him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh,” JJ was quick to stop the terrible thought. “You had to, okay? She’ll understand. Just focus on me, baby.”

You nodded and squeezed Pope’s hands, focusing your eyes on JJ’s.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Just a couple more minutes, okay?”

You nodded again. The pain in your collarbone was beginning to worsen as your shock wore off and you whimpered.

Great, you thought, another fucking injury to make my life even better.

Really your whole body hurt, your concussion and bruises worsening and stitches ripping open from Rafe tackling you to the ground.

“It hurts.” You whine, a single tear escaping from your eye, JJ wiped it before it could run down your face. “I know.” He whispered. “I know, my love, I’m so sorry.” He rested his forehead on yours, trying his best to give you as much comfort as he could without pulling you against him and driving the blade further in.

“Fuck, you guys. We didn’t get a recording.” Kie said, slapping her palm against her forehead. You removed one hand from Pope’s and worked through your pain and brought your phone out of your back pocket, tossing it on the ground, not having enough strength to hand it to her.

John B picked it up and smiled, your phone had been recording the entire time, starting just a minute after Tyler made himself known at the Chateau.

“(Y/n), you magnificent kook.” John B said, giving your arm a squeeze. You had moved your forehead to rest on JJ’s shoulder, your body posed awkwardly to avoid the knife being touched, one hand still in Pope’s.

Everyone was relieved, but the dead body in their presence and the knife in your body made it hard to be completely relieved. Once the paramedics and police arrived, JJ had to release you from his hold, watching the paramedics put you on the gurney and load you in the back of the ambulance, by yourself, for the second time.

Kiara and Pope were talking to the police, showing them the proof on your phone and the gun and walking them through everything that happened while JJ watched the ambulance drive away, as soon as it was out of sight he broke down, John B quick to pull his friend into his arms, Sarah gently leaned her head on his back, her hand coming up to stroke his back

“She doesn’t deserve any of this.” JJ cried, holding onto his best friend. He knew you were gonna be okay, the paramedics said the knife would be easy to remove and they could stitch up the wound easily, but he was worried about you. You would never be the same.

“She doesn’t.” John B agreed.

“I just want her to be okay.”

“I know, bubba, me too.” John B replied, his own tears brimming in his eyes, “She will be.”

JJ could feel Sarah shaking against him, her tears wetting his shirt and he unravelved in arm from John B to bring her into the hug. “Get in here, kook princess.” JJ teased through his tears. Pope and Kiara soon joined the group hug, comforting their friends through touch.

“What did Shoupe say?” JJ asked once they all pulled away, wiping at his tears.

“They said (Y/n)’s okay, a very obvious case of self defense, but they’re still going to ask her a couple questions once she’s of sound mind.” Pope answered and Kiara nodded.

“Thank God.” Sarah breathed out and JJ’s shoulders relaxed in relief, one less thing to worry about.

“Well why are we all just standing here?” John B asked after a couple moments of silence. “Let’s go see our girl.”

“I am still meeeeee you are still youuuuu” I couldn’t get that damn song out of my head while I was writing this

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