#oof this had my stomach doing flips

[dontopenfairies]

“Hey, come on, let’s go play the arcade games by the bar!” shouts one of our friends.

“Ohh, I wanna go,” my boyfriend says, starting to rise and then looking over at me. I’m still talking to my best friend at our table. “Is it okay if I leave for a second?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, sweetheart,” I say, brushing my hand down his arm as he stands up and follows our friends to the other room. “We’re just going to keep talking over here.”

“Okay! Be right back!”

Around half an hour later, everyone comes trooping back, looking a little dopier and smilier.

“Oof,” I say, involuntarily, as my boyfriend plows into me and wraps his arms around me, sliding into the booth next to where I’m sitting. I can smell sweet, warm alcohol on him.

“Hi,” he says, looking at me with glassy eyes.

“You’re drunk!” I say, pushing him away playfully.

“He had a couple shots,” explains one of our friends. “And he finished Maria’s vodka cherry for her.”

“Ohh,” I say, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. “Is that so? Maybe we should get a ride home soon.”

But someone wants to sing karaoke, and then he wants to show me the pinball machines, and there’s another round of shots…and, finally, the bar is closed and we are outside in the dark parking lot waiting for our Uber.

“I have to go pee,” he says to me quietly.

“Okay,” I say. “Do you want to go find somewhere secluded to go, or…” Just at that moment, the Uber pulls up in front of us.

“That’s okay. I can hold it until we get home.”

“Are you sure? It’s going to be about 10 minutes.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I can hold it.”

He doesn’t complain the whole way home, he just keeps giggling and nestling his face against my neck. We finally get dropped off in front of the house. As he stands up, I hear him wince. “Oh fuck. I forgot I have to pee. Oww…” He hurries up the front walkway to the porch and I follow him.

“Let me get the door,” I say, knowing he’ll just fumble trying to unlock it. I shake my keys out of my purse. He’s twisting the hem of his shirt between his hands and squeezing his thighs together. I unlock the door and pull it open. Inside, I flip on the light and drop my keys in the dish on the table by the door and slip off my shoes, bracing myself with a hand on the wall. “Aren’t you going to go to the bathroom?” I ask, turning to look over my shoulder.

“…Oops.” He’s standing completely still in front of the door, hands clutching his crotch. A big wet patch is forming across his pants.

“Ohh, sweetheart. Come on.” I gently guide his hands away and hold them tight, ignoring that they’re a little damp, as I walk backwards, leading him to the bathroom.

“I’m not finished,” he mumbles as I start to unbutton his fly.

“Oh,” I say, stepping back. “Here, why don’t you just sit down on the toilet…um, are you okay?” He looks very pale.

He suddenly burps loudly and claps a hand to his mouth. “I’m going to throw up,” he says, eyes wide with fear.

“Oh, oh, baby,” I say, quickly lifting the lid and seat of the toilet. “Crouch down. You’re okay.” He chokes and a thin stream of foamy, white vomit slips out of his mouth into the toilet bowl. At the same time, he starts to pee again and I can hear it dripping on the floor. One hand braces him on the rim of the toilet bowl and the other is between his legs. “You had way too much to drink,” I say, wiping his slick hair off his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I know you don’t like it when people throw up.” I can see his stomach heave and he throws up a little more, then sits back on his ankles.

“Are you all done?”

“Yeah,” he says, “that was it.” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh, sorry. That’s gross.” He sets his hand down on the floor and looks up at me, so sad and pathetic.

“Okay, stand up, sweetheart,” I say, guiding him to his feet. The pee has soaked long streaks on his pants all the way down to his ankles. I close the toilet lid and flush it, and then I lead him over to the sink and wrap my arms around him from behind so I can wash both of our hands.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“It’s okay, honey,” I say, rubbing soap onto the backs of his hands. “I’m here.”

“I didn’t mean to throw up,” he says.

“I know, baby. Just let me get the pee and throw-up off your hands.” I turn on the tap and rub the soap off under the water, turning his hands over to make sure I’m rinsing everywhere. “Then you can rinse your mouth out and I can take off your pants and get you in PJs. And then we’re going to brush our teeth and go to bed.”

“Okay,” he says, and I let him lean down to get water right out of the tap. He starts to gulp it down.

“Careful,” I say, rubbing his back. “Is that a good idea?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I feel okay.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve again.

“I need to get your face, too,” I say, reaching for a washcloth. I hold onto his cheek and gently rub the wet cloth over his face, first over his eyes and forehead and then his mouth and chin. He keeps his eyes closed. “Does that feel good?”

“Mm,” he murmurs. I undo his fly and gently coax his pants down. He’s about 50% hard under his briefs. “I’m sorry,” he says again, now sounding more ashamed.

“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s really okay, honey.”

“First I wet the bed the other week. And now I peed my p-pants…” Oh no. He’s starting to cry again. “And I threw up…I never throw up from drinking…”

“Oh, sweetheart. Oh, baby.” I wrap my arms around him and he cries into my shoulder. “It’s okay. It happens, honey. It’s okay.” I disentangle myself and squeeze both his hands. “You’re going to stay right here and I’m coming back with PJs for you. And tomorrow morning we’ll take a long, warm shower. You’re okay.”

“Okay,” he says, and I leave him, standing half-naked and looking a little lost.

I come back and set his pajamas on the counter. I help him pull his shirt off over his head and then get another washcloth. “Let’s just wipe you down really quick for now, okay? I can tell you’re tired.” For some reason hearing this makes him tear up again. I peel off his briefs and add them to the pile of dirty, wet clothes under the sink. Then I gently wipe off his penis, his balls, between his thighs, and his butt. His dick is slowly twitching to a full erection.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I d-don’t know why I’m getting hard.”

“I’m touching you,” I say. “It’s going to happen.” I’ll ignore, just for now, the fact that he’s been hard this whole time, ever since he had his accident. I dab him all dry with a clean towel and help him step into new underwear and his pajama pants, and pull his night tshirt over his head. “Do you need to wash your face again?” I ask. He nods and splashes himself with water. I wash my face, too, and then I brush my teeth and his. I don’t want him to gag himself with the toothbrush and while he seems better, he still doesn’t have quite the coordination he does when sober.

“Come on, bedtime,” I say, leading him out of the bathroom. “Let’s climb under the covers.” I crawl in first and open my arms so he can slink in and cuddle up to me.

I hold his warm body in silence until he says, “I don’t know why that turned me on so much.”

“You like being taken care of. It’s okay.” I kiss his head. It’s a little smelly. He definitely needs a thorough shower tomorrow morning.

“It is?” he asks in a small voice.

“Yes, it’s really okay. If you need to throw up again, or if you need help going pee, just wake me up, okay, sweetheart?” He hums. “Can I hear you say okay, baby?”

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll tell you.” Then he gets quiet again. “What happens if I wet the bed again?” he asks.

“Then maybe it’ll be time to think about having you wear pull-ups to bed, or something. Lots of grown-ups have to do it.”

“Mm,” he says in acknowledgment.

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” I say. “It won’t be the end of the world. It just means I get to take care of you extra good.”

“Mmm…” he says. “I like how that sounds.”

And then his breathing turns deep and even, and I know he’s asleep.

[melodygatesauthor]

Do you have any headcannons for how the moon boys would react to the reader being upset and jealous maybe because someone flirted with them?

Nonnie, of course I do, oof, I'm just imagining someone trying to flirt with MY BOYS. Lord help them lol.

NSFW below the cut

Word Count: 477

Steven

If you see someone flirting with Steven, you cut him a huge break. He's not the most perceptive to flirtatious advances.

That doesn't stop you from feeling a little upset.

"Love, what's wrong? You look upset?" He says after the person leaves.

"Steven, they were flirting with you." You point out to him.

"No they weren't"

You let it go but you spend the rest of the day a little aggravated. Wondering if you hadn’t been there what would’ve happened.

Steven that night is kissing you and noticing the change in your usually enthusiastic movements.

“Alright, I’ve had enough.” He says, using his strength to flip you over onto your stomach. Leaning over with his cock at your entrance and chest against your spine he whispers, “gonna show you that you’re the only one f'me, love.”

Marc

Marc’s not as oblivious to the flirting as Steven, but he does try to play it off like it's nothing when he sees how upset you are.

"Baby, you don't need to worry, I'm not interested in anyone else." He's trying to be reassuring, but you're still upset that Marc chuckled and something they said.

You spend the day a little put off, but trying to keep your attitude up for Marc's benefit.

Marc isn't used to being the more positive one, so this is new territory for him, and he isn't sure what to do.

"Baby, what can I do to make it better?" He asks, hoping there's a magic cure-all to help.

You aren't sure, but when he's knelt down in front of the mirror with you sitting on his lap, cock sheathed deep in your wet cunt, you're having a hard time staying mad.

"Look at yourself baby, look how pretty you are, you think I care about anything else when I've got you? Just look at you."

Jake

You don't have to worry with Jake, and yet you do. He's a natural flirt, and when you see him wink at another person you nearly choke.

Jake doesn't beat around the bush, so when he sees you upset, he's already demanding to know why.

"Tell me, hermosa, why are you pouting?"

When you continue to pout, Jake smirks, thinking it's amusing. You promptly tell him how unamused you are.

"We will see how long that attitude lasts when I get you home, bebita."

Your attitude doesn't last long.

Jake has you tied up to the bedframe while he edges you.

"Jake please, I need to come, please." You're begging, tears streaming down your face.

"Tell me what has you all worked up then, it's not hard."

He's running his gloved finger up and down your slit, teasing you.

"You winked at that other person." You finally admit.

He lets out a chuckle, "my jealous little bebita. Don't worry, no one can handle me like you can."

Moon Knight Masterlist

[kitstoleurjob]

Day 6. Cuddles (lee!Mishima ler!Joker)

Mishima X Joker Meant to be read as romantic

Side Note: LET ME BE SELF INDULGENT please. Also I personally prefer Akira over Ren so I'll be referring to Joker as that. Anyways I'm Yuuki Mishima's #1 fan and uhhhh I push these two together like Barbie dolls. So uh Happy Tickletober!!!

THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC!!!

"Mishima, you've been on the Phansite all day. Come and just chill for a bit." Akira patted the spot next to him on his bed, motioning for Mishima to sit down. The other had been hunched over the stair railing for about an hour and a half now, filtering through comments on his forum.

"I will..! Just, give me a second. There's been these annoying trollers all day and they just won't quit it. Like seriously, give it a rest! Although they underestimate my devotion to the Phansite." Mishima explained, continuing to fuss over his forum. After a couple minutes though, he decided to take a short break and wandered over to Akira, flopping down on top of him instead of next on the bed, earning a small 'oof'.

"Oh- uh, this works too." Akira shrugged, readjusting him and his partner into a comfortable position. He wrapped his arms around Mishima's torso, along with intertwining their legs. "You comfy?"

"Mhm..." Mishima nodded, holding Akira's arms with his own. A few minutes later, however, he was back on his phone continuing his moderating duties, much to Akira's dismay.

"Really? Y'know I'm sure the Phansite can wait, Mishima... Take a break from it, just relax." Akira insisted, worried about his boyfriend. The teen had mentioned to him in passing about how he's been losing more and more sleep fretting over the community he made.

"I wish I could, really! And things are calming down again..! Just, give me a few more minutes, okay?" Mishima stressed, typing away hurriedly on his phone.

"No, Mishima. C'mon, you need a break, okay?" Akira pled, trying to nudge the phone out of Mishima's hand. In the process of doing this, however, he accidentally pressed into Mishima's stomach, causing the boy to giggle. "Oh~? I didn't know you were ticklish." He let out an amused huff.

"Ehe- well I didn't think that was something you needed to know..! Just- just uh- give me another minute, okay!" Mishima begged, trying to get out a couple more messages.

"Hmm..... nope! I say it's break time. The online world can wait." Akira winked, even though he knew Mishima couldn't see his face. Without any further notice, Akira pulled Mishima closer to him, who let out a small surprised squeak. He squeezed Mishima's sides, causing the other boy to let out what could probably classified as the cutest giggles on earth.

"Gah- nohohohohoho! Wahahahait!" Mishima shook his head wildly, trying to kick his legs out. His hands, however, were still gripped to his phone, shakily typing.

"Oh no no no~ Break time, love~" Akira gently pushed the phone out of Mishima's hand, it gently plopping to the floor. "There we go. Rest your eyes." He gave Mishima a small kiss on the forehead before resuming his attack.

"Ahahahahakira! Nahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles!" Mishima giggled, pushing himself against his boyfriend.

"Aww, I know it does~ Here, how about this? You stop worrying about the Phansite for the night, and I'll stop, m'kay?" Akira tried to persuade. Unfortunately he wasn't very successful, since Mishima was trying to reach down off the bed for his phone. "Well, you asked for it." He pulled a fake evil chuckle before drilling his thumbs into Mishima's hips.

"WhahahAHAHAHAT? NAHAHAHAH AHAHAKIRA! IHIHIHI'M SORRY! I'LL TAHAHAKE A BREHEAK JUHUST NOT THEHEHERE!" Mishima shrieked, bucking in Akira's hold. Thankfully for him, though, Akira's hands slowed down to a stop. He sucked in a couple breaths before flipping over, pressing his head against Akira's chest.

Akira rubbed Mishima's back as the other hummed contently. "It's already pretty late, y'know. You need me to walk you to the train station?" Akira asked, but he got no response. He looked down at Mishima to see the other teen fast asleep.

He chuckled, reaching over Mishima to grab his phone and plug it in before pulling a blanket over the two of them, drifting off to sleep.

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There are so many things I do instead of writing on my own game. And one of it includes NSFW FF for @pressplay-if

BCS I haven't bitten you today yet. (Yes it's shortly past midnight, get over it, I'm at work and I'm having so many thinkerings about Lincoln.)

Written with m Lin and TM MC in mind. I will only ever write TM MC. You can't stop me.

This is smut, so I will moderate heavily on it. Also mention of self harm scars.

Lincoln makes an audible "oof" as he falls onto the mattress, and your body follows him on top. Well, technically he has been pulling you with him onto the mattress, not that you're too annoyed by it, but landing on his stomach wasn't as soft as the TV Shows and movies always made it out to be.

You pull yourself up into a sitting position, your hair cascading down, he watches it intently. Both hands are placed on the mattress next to him. "Now what?" You ask.

It's not that you didn't have a handful of extremely awkward sexual encounters before, or that you had never thought of being on top of another person. There tends to be one really important logistical error on those fantasies. You're honestly lazy and sex has never been a motivator on your end.

"Do whatever you want to me." Lincoln answers, his words hasty, as his hands reach your legs, slowly caressing them, until they stop at your hips. His eyes flicker down to his hands and then back up.

You cock your head, looking over his face. Sure, he seems to be happy with whatever you will do. You could ask him to flip you over and go crazy until he's satisfied. You could probably slap his face and he'd thank you for it. It's not that you don't care which one, but both ends sound fine to you. "I do really well with instructions, Lin."

"O-oh." He looks away, for a moment, flushing cheeks, he turns back to you, rather determined, he gives you an instruction. "Hurt me."

"Okay, I can do that." You finally lean back and shift your entire weight on his hips. If Lin had been older, you wouldn't do that, but you can make him sore without much moving. He wants to be hurt? He picked a great person to do that.

His fingers hold onto your hip, biting his lip for just a moment- He thinks you're going to chicken out. You give him a smile and reach for the hem of your T Shirt, it's enough to keep him entertained, while you take a look around his bedroom.

"You're rich." You finally remark. His fingers glide to join yours, but as they touch you scratch him, a gasp escapes him and he retreats his hands to your hip. "You could have anyone, really. It's not like anyone would say no. Not with the amount of money you have."

Lin answers quickly, "I don't want anyone, I want-"

"Me." You interrupt him. "You want me. You want someone who hurts you, defies you, takes away. And I know why it has to be me." You take your time taking your shirt off. It doesn't have to be sexy, or hot. He wants you, for what you are. You let him look you up and down. His eyes are halting first at your chest, you have forgotten how intimidating the mastectomy scars can look to someone who hasn't seen them before. His eyes widen and it slowly clicks in his brain. Instinctually, his eyes wander to your crotch, you know the kind of questions he has.

You answer none, instead you let your hands travel below his shirt as you carefully rock back and forth. It takes a moment, a good moment where his eyes flutter shut, and you can hear him suppress a moan in the back of his throat. But eventually he lays eyes on your hands, and subsequently, your wrists.

"There is a pain inside you, that no one was able to take care of. And it resonates with the pain I sing about." You hum some lyric before continuing, "Maybe you're jealous, or just a coward."

You brace yourself when suddenly his hips roll against yours. There goes your pretty speech, you were so ready to degrade him for connecting to your music while having none of your struggles. You're sure if you talk now, moans and stutters would escape you. You suddenly feel much more aware of yourself, grinding against him, technically being the least clothed person in the room. And how hot your face is getting.

A shaky breath escapes you as you push your hair behind your ear. You then dig your nails into his side, trying to find steady ground in him, but Lincoln offers none. "Fuck you," you breathe, "I was going to- ah-" you bite your tongue to keep yourself quiet.

Your muscles feel tight, like they are begging to be fed, and they only desire one thing. You want to give into it, as he pulls and pushes your hips against his. "Call you pathetic." You try to breathe, "For wanting me." There is an urge inside you to crawl inside him, to enjoy the warmth of his body. You claw at his stomach. Your fingernails are digging into the skin before quickly pulling them across his skin, leaving deep red marks on him.

He lets out a shaky moan, and it feeds the need inside you. Lin is so stupid for making you need him, want him, for filling the emptiness inside of you, and a part of you wants to strangle him. Instead you both stop at the sound of your hand connecting to his cheek. A red spot forms on his face and you reach out, wide eyed, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that and-"

"Do that again."

You blink, voice quieter now, "What?"

He lets out another shaky breath before finding your line of sight, "Hit me again." You open your mouth to answer and close it shut again. You had partners who liked being scratched and bitten- but hit? "That's an instruction." He adds.

"Okay." You nod, but first your hand cups his face, your fingers caressing the red spot. You make sure to hit the spot again, the red deepening quickly, a few times more and you're sure it'll bruise. You watch as Lincolns chest rises quickly, his head pushed into the mattress. And it finally clicks for you. Hurt him.

"You're getting off on this." You say, sounding a bit too excited, "You really meant it. To hurt you. Physically." You grasp his hand and pull it closer to your face, "You're going to let me do anything."

He nods eagerly, "Anything, really- Just hurt me." You grin not unlike a child, toothy and way too wide. You bring his wrist to your mouth and bite down.

Lincolns gasp and cry of pain fills your insides. You hold eye contact until he bleeds, and then you lick it up from his arm. Something carnal has been awakened, and you find yourself bitting, hitting, grinding, scratching, whatever you can do. His body is like one of those dolls you used to have, all easy to push around, manipulate, and destroy.

You wouldn't kill him, no. You're not that unhinged. But he opened up an opportunity you hadn't before in sex, to do what you want, to let your instincts and impulses take over. You don't even need to think. All you need is to take him, consume him, hurt him. And you have an appetite.

[sapphicsaints]

sweet solutions

Tamar Kir-Bataar x female reader

NSFW

A/N: I'm still new to writing these, but theres not a lot of Tamar Kir-Bataar fics anywhere so I figured I'd try my best :) I'd love any feedback.

Summary: You keep slipping your guards and Tamar comes up with a solution.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and slightly spicy content.

Word Count: 3.1k

You were sick of Nikolai’s hovering. Ever since the civil war ended and you returned home, he insisted on always having guards with you. The last straw was when he decided you needed two extra guards – even though there hadn’t been any assassination attempts in months, let alone on palace grounds. 

That night, you convinced a friend to tailor you, and snuck out your window with her at night, going to have a few drinks in one of the many taverns. Later, after she’d fixed your face, you stumbled back through your window, landing on the carpeted floor with an oof. You groaned and slowly pushed yourself up, just to see Tamar sitting on her bed.  

“Oh, you’re finally back”, she said. 

“Yes, why are you in my room?”. 

“Why do you think?” 

“You wanted to raid my closet” You answered, swaying back and forth with a cheeky smile. 

Tamar glared at her, and your mouth snapped shut – her gaze was furious.   

Tamar’s hands rubbed over her face, “I have eyes everywhere”, she said finally. “I haven’t told your brother yet but you’re getting reckless”. 

“Who gave you the right to spy on me?”

“Who gave you the right to sneak away in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t need the right” you yelled, “I’m not some naive little girl”.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow”, Tamar said, she pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your forehead. “Go to bed”. 

She headed out the door and you flipped her off behind her back. 

“I saw that”, she yelled out. You’d forgotten about the mirrors. 

You brushed your teeth, washed your face, threw your clothes off, not bothering to change into a nightgown, and collapsed on your bed into a restless sleep. You never could sleep well after drinking. 

-Break- 

You woke up to knocking on your door. 

“Go away” you yelled, pulling your pillow over your head. 

“I’m coming in”, you heard Tamar’s voice. 

She took one look at you sprawled out, half-naked, on your bed and threw a dressing gown at you. You caught it, sat up, and tied it around yourself. 

“You didn’t like the view?”, you said with a pout 

“Oh I liked it”, Tamar winked, “But it’s a bit distracting right now”. You rolled your eyes. 

You rubbed your temples, trying to ease the headache from your hangover. “Any chance you’ll help me with the headache”. 

“Nope. You earned that”. 

You groaned and threw a pillow at her, which she dodged before walking over to sit next to you on the couch. 

“I can get your brother to loosen up on the guards”, she said. 

It seemed too good to be true, you narrowed your eyes, “what’s the catch?” 

“I teach you how to fight”. 

You shuddered. You’d been able to draw with Tamar once. Just once. And you still considered that one of her biggest achievements. The girl was uncanny in a fight – silent and as cold as steel. She loved to tease and antagonize you too, or at least she used to. The two of you hadn’t sparred since Spinning Wheel. 

Your stomach dropped thinking of that place. You’d gone back once to visit with Nikolai and the twins after the war ended. Nikolai decided to permanently close the base, as a memorial. There were too many painful memories littering that large room, the halls, the four flights of stairs that were angels compared to the giant metal contraption Nikolai had rigged.

You’d barely survived the escape from Spinning Wheel, tagging along with a group of first army soldiers. You’d served in the first army as infantry – following in your brother's footsteps. Marksmanship was your best skill – and you could hit a target 500 feet away easily. It was pure luck you came across the Soldat Sol and Alina’s group a few days before the ambush. Luckily, they recognized you and you convinced them to let you join in on the ambush. 

“It’s my country too” you argued. You proved your skills with a rifle and they let you fight. Alina had argued against you going, but Tamar stood up for you. You’d grown closer since she’d decided to stay at the little palace. Neither of you had put an official label on what you had, but you both understood you were exclusive – Tamar had a jealous streak. Something you liked to tease her about, in good faith. Your brother liked to dangle the possibility of an engagement to you with influential nobles and foreigners as a bargaining tool. He knew not to cross the line and try and set up a real engagement, last time he brought up marriage you decked him in the face. His pride prevented him from getting the bruise healed. There was zero chance you’d end up with some grubby-handed noble, and your brother understood that. 

You came out of your daze, turning to look at Tamar 

“When do we start?”

“I have some things to do but I’ll find you mid-afternoon”. 

You nodded, “Alright”. 

Tamar gave you a quick kiss before you left. You caught yourself smiling for a few moments after she left, holding a hand up to your lips, 

“Pathetic” you mumbled under your breath. 

Tamar did find you later in the library, you were brushing up on some liturgical Ravkan. It was horribly dull but you wanted to keep up with your language studies. She laughed at your choice of reading and put the book aside before pulling you up out of your seat. You were excited about the lesson. 

“No weapons”, Tamar said, starting to off her axes, pistols, dagger, and all of the other weapons she carried on her at what seemed like all times. 

‘She probably sleeps with them’ you thought. 

You took out your pistol, pulled the daggers out of your boot, inside your shirt, and the ones tucked into your waistband. The war had left a sense of paranoia in you, and your weapons almost felt like a safety blanket. You felt a bit naked without them. 

“Your hair knife”, Tamar said with an amused expression 

“I almost forgot about that, thank you” You replied genuinely, and you had forgotten about it. It was a dull blade – it wouldn’t cut through your hair, but someone would feel it if you jammed it into their eyes. Once that was removed, you both took up your stances. Tamar tweaked your form, pushing your front elbow in slightly. 

You felt nerves trickle up into her, you’re a little rusty on hand-to-hand combat – and haven’t been practicing as much as you should’ve. Tamar leapt into action without warning – silent, cold, and deadly as always. Your nerves started to disappear as you dodged the first blow, and the second, the third landed and winded you a bit, but you aimed a knee right for Tamar’s stomach – and it hit before the other girl lifted your knee to push you right on your back. You wasted no time rolling to her feet, skipping the kick, and this time running straight towards her, you faked a blow to Tamar’s stomach and went straight for the headbutt, your forehead smashing into her nose. It was something of a classic move of yours. But, Tamar didn’t miss a beat. She took the chance to trip you, and fell on top of you, straddling your waist. When you kept trying to punch her, she pinned your wrists down to your side. 

Tamar was too strong for you to buck off with your hips, so you just squirmed as much as you could, bringing her leg up to push against a certain area … Tamar jumped in surprise and you took the chance to flip her over, you on top this time. She hesitated too long, and Tamar flipped you so your back was pressed against her chest, her legs locking yours down, and with you in a headlock. 

Tamar POV

Y/N did well in their first round. Tamar released her from the hold and stood up, offering the other girl a hand, she yanked her up, so her mouth was close to her ear. “Good one princess”, she said in a low tone. Her face flushed and she pushed Tamar away. Tamar loved teasing her, they’d grown closer since Tamar and Tolya decided to stay on with the King. Everyone knew they were together in some way, but the two of them hadn’t put a label on anything. 

“Again”, she said. 

They went another round. The fight lasted almost the same length, and Y/N was giving everything she had, Tamar didn’t hold back. It ended with Y/N on her back again, Tamar straddling her – carefully positioned so she couldn’t pull the same trick, although Tamar thought she really wouldn’t mind it. She shook that thought from her head before standing and offering another hand. She whispered in her ear again this time, 

“I think you can do better than that”. 

Tamar saw the fire build in Y/N’s eyes. The last round was a good one, Y/N’s movements were more aggressive, and she hesitated less – but she had some tells. She would give the smallest bounce before she made any move. Although she seemed on fire, Tamar could sense her growing tired. Y/N had landed awkwardly at some point, and even though she got back up – Tamar noticed her wincing and favoring her left shoulder. Tamar ended the fight quickly. 

She stood up again, on shaky legs, “another”. 

Tamar shook her head, “that’s enough for today”. 

“Come on, please”

“No”, Tamar gave Y/N a look that told her it was the end of the conversation. Y/N rolled her eyes but let Tamar wrap her arm around her waist and lead her back inside. She walked her to her doors, intending to say goodnight there but Y/N pulled her inside, closing the doors behind her. 

“Why haven’t you actually kissed me yet?” Y/N blurted out. They’d been flirting and dodging around each other for weeks. Tamar relished the stolen moments, small kisses, and general affection they had together but feared pushing anything too far. 

Tamar’s eyes raised, “Why haven’t you kissed me?” 

“Because I’ve been waiting on you”. 

Tamar reached for her, one arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against her body – the other hand came up to fist the hair on the back of her head. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was rough and full of passion. 

Y/N looked down at her clothes, “I need to change”. She walked off to the corner without another word and started stripping out of her clothes. She threw them into a corner before walking towards her bathroom, “feel free to join me”, she said turning back to look at Tamar, as she headed to fill up her bath. 

Y/N must have seen how Tamar’s jaw dropped through a mirror, she said “Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies”

Her mouth snapped shut, her cheeks flushing. Tamar wasn’t surprised often, but Y/N seemed to have a knack for it. 

“At least I’m not on duty tonight”, she thought to herself. Tamar wanted Y/N to be officially hers. They’d dodged around the conversation for a while, preferring to show each other how they felt through actions. They’d also avoided anything too intimate – holding hands, cuddling, and small kisses were about all they’d shared.  

She was lost in her thoughts for a few moments before she stripped and followed the princess into the bathroom. She admired her figure, lean muscle, with scars littering her arms and torso. A black sun tattoo stands out on her upper right shoulder. Tamar had given it to her the night before the ambush. She turned and caught sight of her rosy, pale nipples and forced herself to look Y/N in the eyes. 

Y/N  POV 

“Like what you see?” You asked with a flourish, filling the bath with hot, soapy water. You were pleasantly surprised Tamar had decided to follow her. It was your boldest move yet – and she was hoping it would pay off. 

“Yes, yes I do” Tamar’s eyes were roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her. You were doing the same, from the glint of muscle on her forearms to the perfect shape of her breasts, and the chiseled lines built into her stomach. 

You turned and climbed into the tub, waving Tamar over to follow you. The other girl rolled her eyes, it was a ridiculously oversized tub, ornate and ugly. You hated it and knew Tamar thought it was obscene. 

“This is the gaudiest tub I’ve ever seen”, you commented as she settled in the water. Tamar moved behind her, letting you rest up against her – she hummed in contentment. 

“Let me clean you up”, she said – Tamar reached for a rag and started dabbing at your split lip from training and scrubbed away the dirt you’d accumulated during the day. You turned around and returned the favor. You sat, enjoying each other’s presence, till the water started turning cold. Tamar climbed out first, lending you her hand, and grabbed two towels for both of you. 

You toweled yourself off, heading towards your wardrobe. You found a pair of comfortable loose black pants that looked like they could fit Tamar, and a rough spun top. You tossed them towards her and Tamar caught them gracefully, slipping on the clothes. 

You looked out the window, it was getting late – the sun had already set – and they’d missed dinner. Towel wrapped around you, you turned to Tamar, “will you spend the night with me?” you asked, a bit afraid of the answer. 

“If you want me to I will”. 

“But do you want to” You pushed 

“I do” Tamar smiled, she slipped around her and pulled out one of her old nightgowns she never uses anymore – 

“Here, I like this,” she said, you elbowed her but Tamar’s expression was serious. You sighed and dramatically rolled your eyes, 

“If you insist,” you said, quickly slipping it on. You grabbed a blue dressing gown and tied it around herself, “wait here”, she said, heading towards the doorway, “I’ll get us some dinner”. 

You took a secret passage out to the kitchens and saw Enya in there, cleaning up the last of dinner. 

“Any leftovers for me?” You asked

Enya jumped, “Quit scaring me”, she threw a towel at you. You ducked it and laughed. You’d grown up around Enya, and she was one of the few adults that didn’t treat her differently. 

“I’ll send you up a tray, now shoo,” she said. 

“Could it be two?” You asked. 

Enya hmphed but nodded, waving you away. 

You hurried back to her room as quickly as you could. You were happy Tamar was still inside, leaning back in an armchair, reading one of your books. She closed it as you entered the room. 

“What was that all about?” she asked. 

“Getting us some food” you smiled. 

“You could’ve rung for someone? That’s what your brother does”

“I like to visit Enya” 

“You know the kitchen staff?” Tamar asked, without a tone of surprise, more one of admiration 

“I did grow up here” you replied to her. 

You flopped down onto Tamar’s lap. “I hate these rooms” 

“Hm … why?” Tamar started kissing down her shoulder, biting gently near her neck as Y/N let out a small moan. 

“They’re too lonely”. 

Tamar stopped and turned her head to look at her. The other girl shrugged her shoulders and Tamar pulled her in for a kiss. 

“Move in with me”, she said without thinking. 

“I would in a heartbeat” 

“What would your brother say?” 

“Who cares”

“He is technically my employer” 

“He would never get rid of you” 

Tamar just hummed in reply. 

“Plus, he hasn’t quit telling me to make a move on you” 

Tamar leaned back to look at her, “Funny. Zoya’s been saying the same thing to me”. 

“Maybe we’re both just idiots”

“Just you, princess”. 

“Okay, humbug” 

“No”, Tamar started laughing

“Humbug” Y/N said in a sing-song voice. 

Tamar pinched her side, Y/N  squirmed in her lap, “Quit doing that”. 

Tamar whispered into her ear “Quit moving like that”. 

“Are you sure you want me to”, she answered, slightly breathless 

Then, a knock sounded on the door and you leapt up to answer it. You opened it and found two trays left on a table outside, ‘Enya must’ve told them to do that’, you thought. 

You smiled and brought the food in – it was your favorite type of meal. A bowl of some sort of stew, some bread, and grapes. You threw a grape at Tamar, who caught it in her mouth. 

You ate in silence; you didn’t realize how hungry you both were and devoured your food – it tasted like heaven. After you finished, you silently stood up to take the trays back outside the door. When you turned back around, you started to feel shy – and maybe a bit insecure. 

Tamar POV

As Y/N turned back to look at her, Tamar could see the hesitation on her face. She stood up to meet Y/N halfway, and pulled her into her arms, “are you sure you want me to stay?”

Y/N pulled her face back to look at Tamar, she leaned up on her toes and kissed her, “yes”, she said and kissed her again.  

Tamar grinned before picking her up and spinning her around. Y/N laughed, and it was a sweet sound. She picked her up, letting her wrap her legs around her waist, and carried her to the bed. They collapsed onto it together, a tangle of limbs and laughter.

“Can we just sleep?” Y/N asked, her voice quiet. 

“Of course, love,” Tamar said, she pulled the girl in closer, and let her cuddle up on her chest. She ran her fingers through her hair, and slowly fell asleep – listening to the sound of her heartbeat.

Y/N is an early riser like Tamar, she felt the other girl slip out of bed in the morning. She sat up to see Y/N standing next to one of the mirrors in the room, tilting her head to the side. Y/N slowly turned around, hands on her hips,

“TAMAR KIR-BATAAR” she screeched. 

“Yes?” she answered slowly. 

“What is this?” Y/N pointed at a purple bruise forming on her neck, stalking back over to the bed. 

“It’s a gift” Tamar grinned. 

“Take it back”

“No”

“Can’t you fix it?”

“I won't” 

Y/N groaned and Tamar pulled her in for another kiss.

[countlessrealities]

{ @creationtainted - from HERE }

Oof. Adam, hanging upside down over the edge of his bed, has a look on his face as they sit there in radio silence. Unsure of how to break it himself, given what uncharted territory the call itself is. He'd been hesitant to pick it up to begin with, but the fact that it was just silence and soft breathing made it weird.

Should... he hang up? He pulls the phone away from his ear and glances at the screen to check to make sure the call's still connected. It's just as he brings it back that Vaggie finally decides to, thankfully, break the silence.

"—Are we on gossip terms now? That's kinda hilarious in and of itself. You called me up just to dish?" Ignoring the fact that he probably would've been his last choice had she been able to talk to someone close by. That was totally worth the wait.

"Alright, alright, hang on, let me, like, get into place here." In this case, that literally just means flipping onto his stomach and propping his head up in one hand. Much more comfortable to listen to Vaggie's apparent descent into madness. "Okay. Lay it on me, Regina."

Vaggie scowls even if she knows that Adam can't see her. She is sure that he will know that she is from her tone anyway.

"So, what if I did?" She claims in a heated, stubborn tone. She doesn't have many other choices if not owning up to it and she's going to do it properly. "Stop sucking your own dick for five seconds, Flop-head. It's not a big deal."

But it sort of is, isn't it? Even if he is pretty much her last resort.

With a huff, the former Exorcist rolls on her back, long air spread all around her on her and Charlie's bed. Is this what they have become? A clichéd media reference.

It should feel wrong. It should be annoying as hell. It's not.

"I thought I was going mad...and maybe I am, but..." She starts, her voice trailing off for a moment. "You know how Mr. Edgelord's whole deal is 'modern tech sucks, vade retro', you hideous thing'?"

Yes, she's using Adam's dumb nickname for Alastor. So what?

"Well, I walked past one of the lounging rooms earlier and he was watching fucking television. It's just...I almost lost my shit."

[getsusekaii]

denji and social situations got along like two things that just very much don't get along. he hadn't wanted to attend this event, sit on a stuffy plane for hours with screaming children, or the back of his seat giving him the worst massage in the history of ever due to said screaming kid resorting to kicking it. the only thing that made up for the horrid plane flight was the five star hotel he was being put up in, and the amazing buffet spread that was rumored to be there. if nothing could make denji feel better, a full stomach would surely do the thing.

except aki — the good manager for denji that he is — prohibit him from eating anything after he showered and put on his suit out of fear he would get food all over it. six hours later, denji can physically feel his stomach trying to eat itself out, thus resulting in a pissy attitude as all he wanted to do was eat; he is a mukbang influencer for fucks sake. cut to now; he has a plate of food in his hand already piled on with food, but he just had to sample a bit of everything while he was up here. it would be a pain in the ass to make several trips back and forth to get his fill. plus, what if he missed out on something because it got eaten up? denji would be beside himself.

however he couldn't just bask in the one joy that would make this trip worth it. no; instead, as he was moving over to the next dessert table, he felt like he ran into a wall. two matching 'oofs' resounded, denji's hold on his rather heavy plate flipped, spilling food everywhere; devastation never felt so palpable before in his life. he sees a pair of shoes — glad to know he hadn't stupidly ran into a wall — and follows those long legs up, up to a stain on a suit, then up at a rather good looking yet surprised man. denji has no idea who this man is at all, never mind he can barely see his face through that long fringe in his face, but who cares; this idiot just made him drop his food.

denji explodes almost immediately, “what the fuck dude? watch where you're fucking goin'. you made me drop my food!” he knows he shouldn't be yelling, distantly remembering aki asking him to just behave for once (why he let him loose at the buffet line at his leisure), but he can't help it. so much food gone to waste because this idiot couldn't move his ass out of the way. “what are ya, stupid? you ain't see me here or somethin'?”

@smilemuse / influencer au starter

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Can we have some more of the Modern au please

Hell yeah. also can you tell I know nothing about sports?

~~

The buzzer goes off loud in the gym and it's like the whole room goes silent, everyone watching and waiting with bated breath. It was the final for the uni's women's wrestling team after weeks of competing.

The trophy sits shiny on a pedestal away from the mat where the final match had just started and everyone knew it.

Tyler, Kal and their friends were sitting in the stands in rapt, watching Saedii and her competition circle each other. Saedii grins through her mouth guard and the air goes sharp right before both girls go audibly crashing into one another, both pushing.

Tyler catches Saedii shifting to the left right before Saedii’s opponent goes crashing to the mat before she even knows what happened. The ref counts it and just like that, their university has another trophy. Tyler jumps from his seat with a cheer and pumps his fist. Saedii stands from the mat and politely shake hands with her opponent before her eyes find Tyler in the crowd.

Seeing her loved ones int he crowd cheering for her, her jersey stretched across Tyler’s chest, she grins.

~

“oh, god, why, Jones?” Saedii says and Scarlett just grins instead of answering, throwing the door to the karaoke bar open. Everyone else follows willingly but Saedii is only pulled n by Tyler’s hand and wry smile.

The inside of the bar was covered in fluorescents that had Saedii wincing but Scarlett pushes though and guides them into a room with seating and a karaoke machine and screen on a stage.

Kal smiles awkwardly at Saedii and shrugs and she shrugs back. At least she had her brother, who had just as few “stupid fun” experiences as she did.

To everyone’s surprise, Zila was the first to grab the mic. She just lifts a shoulder and says quietly.

“Volunteer now or Scarlett will force later,” Scarlett doesn’t deny the accusation, just grins and cheers Zila on as she gives an awkward rendition of some song Saedii thinks is Coldplay and then promptly sits back beside Nari who wraps her arms around her girlfriend.

Eventually everyone has had a turn including awful renditions of Get It, Get It (Scarlett), Space Girl (Nari), Wonderwall (Kal), Rocket Man (Auri) and finally, Tyler’s version of Total Eclipse of the Heart that has Saedii in tears holding back her laughter.

And then, unfortunately, everyone’s eyes turn to her. She groans in dissatisfaction but gets up anyway and begins to flip through the book of sings until her eye catches on one.

“This is for Kal, whose teenage years made it so I don’t even need to read the lyrics to sing this song,” Kal looks at her in confusion and she grins sharply before hitting play.

The first note of Welcome to the Black Parade and everyone groans.

~

“You know I’m really proud of you for today,” whispers Tyler into the dark and Saedii frowns.

“For winning a wrestling match. I could do that in my sleep,” she says and he shakes his head.

“No, for getting out of your comfort zone. And for giving me ammo over Kal for his emo phase,” Saedii snorts.

“Thanks and you’re welcome.”

“And sorry that I actually recommended the karaoke bar to Scarlett to hear you sing,” he says quickly and she blinks, working through what he said.

“Oh you ass!” she says, pushing his shoulder and he laughs.

“I regret nothing.”

“I’m gonna kick you out and you’ll have to walk back to yours and Kal’s in your boxers,” she say and he smirks.

“You and I both know you like me in my boxers way so much I wouldn’t even make it to the door,” he says and she rolls her eyes.

“Cocky bastard,” she says, turning her back to him. He shuffles closer and wraps his arms around her.

“You love it.”

“I do, but I’m never singing again.”

“Hm, we’ll see... oof,” he groans as her elbow hits his stomach but he smiles because he knows she definitely didn’t throw it as hard as she could.

~

Saedii would be a karaoke champ you can’t prove me wrong 

[satans-my-spirit-animal]

A Grim in Devildom ch12

Chapter 1. Chapter 6. Chapter 11

Chapter 2. Chapter 7

Chapter 3. Chapter 8

Chapter 4. Chapter 9

Chapter 5. Chapter 10

When they got back to the Devildom, Cassandra ended up going back to her room. Mammon had invited her to go to one of his photo shoots but she declined, saying she wanted to catch up on homework.

She opened the door to her room and was surprised to see Kieran on her desk looking over some magic seals from her homework.

He perked up when he saw her come in. "You're back! Must've been quite the shopping trip."

"Yeah about that. We ended up in London." She let out a laugh and told him about the train ride.

"So you ended up working huh? Figures." He shook his head. She sat down next to him and got to work. He helped her with some of the more complex magic circles she was working on and before she knew it they'd been at it for a couple of hours.

"I think that's enough for today." She said stretching and getting up to lay down in her bed. Tomorrow was the speech Lucifer had been fretting about, and she wondered what they'd say about her.

Kieran eyed her curiously for a moment. "Ya know... I couldn't help but notice... That the bedsheets smelled like Mammon."

She sat bolt upright in the bed. "Wh-! NO! It wasn't like that! He was just comforting me after a nightmare that's all!" She said hastily feeling the blood rush to her cheeks.

"What? All night?" Kieran continued to tease her, waving his tail back and forth. "You like him don't you?"

She gasped, it felt like her stomach was doing flips. "What? N-no I couldn't. Me? Fall in love? Pfft as if." She crossed her arms glaring at him.

"I never said anything about love but ok if you insist." Kieran laughed at her and she thwacked him with a pillow. "Oof- hey watch it!" He grumbled swatting the cushion away.

The next day Lord Diavolo invited them all out to dinner at Ristorante Six to celebrate Lucifer and Satan returning to their bodies. He even made sure Kieran could come. Kieran tried to hide his excitement, but he was ecstatic to be able to eat out for the first time in twenty years.

"Alright does everyone have a glass now?" Lucifer asked holding up his glass of demonus.

"YOU KNOW IT! LET'S DO THIS!" Mammon shouted enthusiastically.

"Wait a second... Beel's already eating! Shouldn't someone stop him?" Asmo said as Beel scarfed down some bread.

Diavolo laughed good-naturedly. "Well, that's alright. Why don't we go ahead with our toast."

Satan smiled and raised his glass. "Alright then... Here's to lifting the curse!"

"CHEERS!" They all said clinking their glasses together.

They all started eating their meals and after a moment Lucifer looked up with a slight frown. "You know... I just noticed that Levi isn't here."

"Apparently, a new game showed up for him today, so he's going to stay holed up in his room for a while." Satan responded while cutting up his food.

Throughout their meal, Mammon and Satan told the story of the murder on the train. Lucifer kept having to correct Mammon, who was trying to twist the story.

"And then the guy has the nerve to call Cassandra a mongrel!" Mammon growled still looking angry.

"HE CALLED HER A WHAT?!" Asmo gasped dramatically and Beel choked on his food.

"Oh not THAT again... The guy was one of those huh? They've always given those of us with mixed blood problems." Kieran growled, flattening his ears in disgust.

"Really? Has that happened to you before?" Satan asked looking at her and Kieran, and she nodded.

"As a matter of fact, I actually met Gerald and Rosabelle in a bar fight that one of those purists started." Kieran said wistfully.

"You met my mother in a bar fight?" Cassandra said unable to suppress a small laugh.

"Yeah, that Grim father-daughter duo was unstoppable." He chuckled.

"How interesting! You will have to tell me more stories about your family." Diavolo laughed, he was sitting on her other side and she was trying very hard not to be overly self-conscious in his presence.

"Regardless, Lucifer tells me you were a big help these past few days. Clearly, we made the right choice selecting you to come to the Devildom as our exchange student." He smiled at her warmly as she felt a twinge of unease.

She honestly was on the fence about the whole exchange program and had not yet talked to Diavolo about her concerns involving everyday humans in the supernatural.

"How did you end up choosing me?" She asked, eyeing him wearily. She already knew it wasn't because she was a Grim, since they'd all been surprised to find out her heritage.

"To be honest, I wasn't actually the one who chose you. Lucifer picked you. I simply gave my approval, that's all." Diavolo said with a somewhat shy smile.

He must have sensed her unease because he stopped and gave her a serious look. "You see, Cassandra, I believe that all of us here have a mission in life. Mine is to bring progress and stability to the Devildom, the Celestial realm, and the human world. It's possible that your mission in life is to influence Lucifer and his brothers in some way."

"You have a very admirable goal." She said, looking away. This wasn't the time or the place to have the discussion she wanted to have with him and frankly she didn't even know if he'd listen to her.

After a while, they finally left the restaurant, much to the relief of the wait staff who were struggling to keep up with Beel's appetite.

On the way home Cassandra fell into step with Lucifer while the others bickered ahead of them. Lucifer smiled at her "So Cassandra... what were you and Diavolo talking about in the restaurant?"

"I asked him how I was chosen to be an exchange student." She replied.

"So that's what you were discussing... there wasn't actually any deep or meaningful reason for your selection. I was fed up with going through the stack of papers. That's when a breeze blew through the window scattering the papers into the air. One of them just happened to land at my feet -the one with your name on it." Lucifer said.

"So it really was just a random twist of fate." She let out a slightly nervous chuckle. She had really hoped there'd been more thought behind her selection, as this would have put her mind at ease. She couldn't help but wonder how she'd gotten on the list of candidates or who the others were.

"I suppose so." He laughed with her. Suddenly his phone rang and he pulled it out to look at it. "It's Levi."

He didn't answer it right away, instead looking at her with an oddly fond expression. "... Before I forget there is one thing I'd like you to know while we're on the subject. Though you weren't selected to come to the Devildom due to any special abilities... You are somewhat special to me on a personal level."

She blinked in surprise when he said that. She notice that he had attached his chocolate lizard keychain to his D.D.D. as he answered Levi's call.

However, he frowned, looking concerned. "...Levi is something wrong? Hey, are you there?" The call ended and he looked over at her and then his brothers ahead of them.

They quickened their pace to catch up with them. "I just got a call from Levi but all I heard was him screaming and the line went dead." He said with a frown.

"I guess we'd better hurry back then." She said growing concerned as well.

When they got back they split up and searched the entire house for Levi but he was nowhere to be found. They regrouped in Levi's room hoping to find more clues.

"Are you certain it was Levi who called you?" Satan said to Lucifer with a worried frown.

"Yes, it was definitely him. The call came from his D.D.D and it was his voice." Lucifer said holding Levi's phone that they had found on the floor.

"Could he have gone out? I mean it seems unlikely but..." Kieran trailed off looking uncertain.

"Yeah, I bet he went out to some store to stand in line for some new game or something." Mammon chimed in seeming hopeful.

"It's kinda weird that he would leave without his phone. I mean he had it with him when he called Lucifer." Cassandra was not convinced, something was definitely off.

"Yeah, I don't think he'd just leave his phone here." Satan agreed with her eyeing Levi's phone.

"Wait a minute where's Beel?" Lucifer said looking around the room.

"Did he ever come back from the search?!" Cassandra said growing more alarmed.

"I don't think so..." Asmo said looking around.

"I don't know about Levi but Beel has to be somewhere in the house. Well split up again and search for him. Cassandra and Satan you're with me." Lucifer said in an authoritative tone.

They started searching the house again, focusing on the ground floor. She noticed that Satan kept glancing her way as if he wanted to ask her something. After about ten minutes, he turned to her with a serious look.

"I know this isn't the best time to ask this but... Cassandra, will you make a pact with me?" He asked.

She gave him a stunned look, completely taken off guard. She hadn't expected him to want to after everything that had happened.

"I don't see why you're so surprised." He said, raising an eyebrow before turning to Lucifer.

"Lucifer, just to be clear, I'm not doing this out of some desire to spite you. It's not about that."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes for a moment before smiling. "I know, that much I can tell from the look on your face." He nodded at Satan approvingly.

"Cassandra a lot has happened these past few days and..." Satan stopped looking embarrassed. His cheeks turned red and he frowned looking over at Lucifer.

"I can't do this with you standing right there, Lucifer. Give us a little privacy. I don't want you hearing this."

Lucifer looked taken aback for a moment before letting out a laugh. "Cassandra... It's not often that I see Satan in a state like this... Actually, I don't think I've ever seen him like this!"

"Lucifer!" Satan hissed, looking even more embarrassed.

"Alright, Alright. I'll be over here if you need me." Lucifer chuckled walking into another room.

Satan let out a relieved sigh before turning back to her. "... Um, where was I? A lot has happened these past few days, and after everything we went through, I made a decision. I decided I won't let who Lucifer is and what he does bother me anymore. I can't change the circumstances of my birth but how I choose to live my own life has nothing to do with Lucifer. The entire reason I was able to face my issues is because of you, Cassandra. You helped me be honest with Lucifer... And myself as well." He smiled at her warmly. It was a genuine smile, not one of the ones he used to charm people.

"You still want to make a pact with me right? Because I don't like owing people favors. So if it ends up helping you like you helped me, I'd like to make a pact with you." He looked at her expectantly.

She smiled back at him with a nod. "Thank you, Satan. I'd appreciate it."

He smiled and took her hand. "Alright time to take the oath... I am Satan. Avatar of wraith. I pledge myself to you, Cassandra Grimm... That we may be bound by an unbreakable pact." A golden glow engulfed them. After it receded she noticed that his pact mark had appeared right on her right forearm.

Satan grinned when he saw it. "Looks like everyone will see we have a pact now." He said tapping on the mark. "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel embarrassed -" He was cut off by a series of screams and yowls from upstairs.

Lucifer came running back out to them. "What was that?!" He said alarmed.

"It sounded like Mammon, Asmo, and Kieran..." Satan said with a worried look as they rushed to where the screams had come from.

They ran into the portrait hall where it sounded like the screams had come from but found it empty.

"That was definitely them we heard just now wasn't it?" Lucifer said looking around.

"I-Is that Kieran's fur?" Cassandra said bending down and picking up a black tuft of fur on the floor.

She gave Satan and Lucifer a frightened look. There wasn't any blood but it had to be serious if something had taken Kieran by surprise.

"... Let's head upstairs I'll take the lead." Lucifer said moving in front of her.

"Cassandra follow behind Lucifer. I'll take the rear." Satan said falling into step behind her.

"... Something's not right. First Levi, then Beel, and now Mammon, Asmo, and Kieran have all vanished. Could they be hiding somewhere, or could it be that-" Satan abruptly stopped talking and she turned around to see why only to find he was no longer there.

"Wha! Satan!?" She cried out getting Lucifer's attention.

"He's gone!" She said looking at Lucifer with wide eyes.

"Everyone's gone except you and me. What do you think is happening?" Lucifer said giving her a worried look.

"I haven't the faintest idea..." She said shaking her head.

"Yes I thought so... Levi was the first to disappear. Let's go back to his room." Lucifer said leading the way.

They walked back into Levi's room. It was still empty, however this time she noticed that his computer was running.

"Hey, Lucifer, what's running on his computer?" She asked walking over to look at the screen.

Lucifer joined her by the computer. "Come to think of it, he mentioned something about a new game didn't he...?" Lucifer picked up an empty case laying next to the computer.

"The Demon House... Definitely sounds like a horror game. 'A cursed house with an ominous past. It is said that an entire family was once murdered inside. Now suddenly, one by one, the people you live with are starting to disappear...'" He finished reading the back of the case with a sigh.

"That sounds an awful lot like what's happening now..." She said inspecting the case.

"Levi's got a bad habit of going out and buying these strange games... It seems that somehow this game is creating the scenario we've found ourselves in... What do you think we should do?" He turned to her with an exasperated look.

"We should try and beat the game. That worked last time." She said remembering the last time they'd played one of Levi's games.

"It does look like that's our only option at this point. Alright, let's see if there's a guide online." He pulled out his phone and started searching and after a few seconds he pulled something up.

"It says to complete the game you must defeat the demon that is the final boss. It says the final boss's name is Lucifer... How ridiculous. They must think they're very funny doing that. So that means I'm the final boss and you're the player character." Lucifer looked down at her.

"How exactly am I supposed to beat you? Aren't you like immortal or something?" Cassandra said with a frown.

"... Hold on. There's a page here about how to get the true ending to the game... Several conditions must be satisfied but if you manage to do it you'll be treated to a romantic ending where you and Lucifer fall in love." Lucifer stopped reading with a scowl on his face.

"Excuse me? WHAT?! What kind of game is this?!" Cassandra nearly shouted.

Lucifer groaned in frustration. "Come on, let's talk this over in the library."

They made their way to the library and sat down in a couple of chairs that faced one another. Lucifer let out a heavy sigh.

"If we hope to get everyone back we have to finish this ridiculous game. You either have to defeat me or we have to fall in love with each other." He grimaced.

"Could I pretend to defeat you?" Cassandra asked desperate to avoid the love option.

"Though it should be technically possible for you to defeat me, I can't say with confidence that I wouldn't retaliate out of reflex. If I caused your death over something like that I'd never be able to face Diavolo again... So our only choice is to fall in love with each other." Lucifer said with a worried look.

She couldn't really see herself in love with Lucifer, or anybody for that matter. Surely they could fake it? After all, how could the game even tell?

"What does the game want us to do exactly?" She said mirroring his concerned look.

Lucifer shook his head. "... The game has only just been released. So apparently there still aren't any strategies posted on how to achieve that ending. So why don't we start with the fundamentals of love and go from there."

"T-the fundamentals?" She stammered hoping she did sound as clueless as she actually was.

"If you want to develop feelings for someone you both need to start by getting to know each other right?" He said with a smile and she nodded.

"I'll ask you some questions. How do you feel about what's going on now?" He asked his crimson eyes glittering.

"Well I'm worried about everyone, but aside from that I suppose I don't have much of a choice but to go along with this plan." She said honestly.

Lucifer nodded. "I'm sure everyone is alright. The feeling is very much mutual."

"Alright next question: which one of us brothers are you interested in?" He asked completely blindsiding her.

She felt the color drain from her face and then come rushing back all at once. "W-what?" She choked out, gripping the chair for dear life.

"That question certainly seems to have flustered you. So you are interested in one of us." He leaned forward slightly with a sly smile.

"N-NO! Impossible! I can't be..." She trailed off, images of Mammon smiling at her flashing through her mind. I'm just an object to him, a pet, a toy, he'd never see me that way. She thought to herself feeling her chest tighten.

"Alright. Calm down. You don't have to answer if it upsets you so much." Lucifer sighed seeing her distress.

She took a deep breath and regained her composure. "I'm fine!" She said a little hastily.

"Ask me a question. You may never get another chance to do this you know. So choose wisely." He said with a smirk.

"Is it even possible for a demon to love a human?" She asked voicing her own thoughts about Mammon.

Lucifer seemed taken aback. "It's extremely unlikely but not impossible. Humans have such short life spans compared to demons so it's not a common thing."

Cassandra pondered this for a moment. So demons could fall in love. She hadn't really thought it was possible up until now.

"Anything else you'd like to ask?" Lucifer's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

She glanced up at him warily. "What do you think of humans?" Did they think of humans as anything other than animals? Did he see her that way? Part of her wished she could ask Mammon this question even though she knew he would never answer honestly.

Lucifer let out a hearty laugh. "What do I think of humans? Oh no, what you really mean is 'what do you think of me?' right? Good question..." He trailed off his expression turning serious.

While that wasn't exactly what she meant she had to admit she was curious. She leaned forward slightly waiting for his next words.

"When you first arrived I thought all I had to do was make sure that you survived the whole year. However, you made it difficult. Not only did you bring along a companion, you constantly got into trouble. You were fearless and headstrong. You also hid the fact that you had a magic background. Then you started making pacts with my brothers one by one. Why did you do that by the way?" Lucifer fixed her with an intense gaze and she felt herself start to sweat nervously, she reached up and started to twirl her golden brown hair in her fingers.

"You said you wanted me to respect you but was that your real purpose? What is your long-term goal?" He let out a sigh and her mind flashed to Belphegor locked in the attic.

"You've been a pain to deal with. But you're also very special... More special than you are difficult. You're changing me and my brothers as well. Cassandra, the truth is that I..." He stopped noticing how nervous she had become.

She was starting to feel guilty, which was bad if she was to keep lying to him. She hadn't minded so much before since she had seen him as a common enemy that she shared with Belphegor, but that now felt like it was changing. Internal panic was starting to set in as she felt herself slipping under his intense crimson gaze.

"... Is there something else you'd like to ask me?" He said frowning.

She bit her lip and took a deep breath. She couldn't keep deceiving Lucifer and his brothers anymore. She looked him in the eye. "I think you should talk to Belphegor." It was all she could manage to get out but it was enough.

Lucifer went rigid his eyes going wide. "W-what did you say? Wait don't tell me... That you actually met with him... That you went to that room... And MET Belphegor?!" He shot up from his seat erupting into his demon form. She quickly jumped up and went behind the chair she had been sitting in as he stalked towards her.

"You went up those stairs, didn't you?! You knew you weren't allowed to yet you did it anyway! You went up there and... And you met Belphegor?! Do you REALLY find it so amusing to poke your nose into our business at every opportunity? Do you really enjoy stirring up trouble that much?" He was shaking with rage as he grabbed the chair and hurled it across the room with a crash.

She stumbled backward as the door flew open and everyone rushed inside.

"STOP...!" Mammon yelled throwing himself between her and Lucifer. Kieran quickly darted to her side looking up at her in alarm.

"Why did you tell him?!" Kieran hissed, his fur standing on end.

"Hey, whoa, hey! Wait a minute!" Mammon put his arms up to hold back Lucifer.

Asmo looked panicked. "Is it just me or does this situation look genuinely serious?!" He and Levi went to her side as Lucifer glared at her.

"All of you out of the way...! I'm going to tear her limb from limb!" Lucifer roared but Mammon held his ground.

"Whoa! We're not about to let you do somethin' like that!"

Beel walked slowly into the room, looking tense. "That stuff about Belphie... What's going on?"

He moved closer to Lucifer his amethyst eyes boring into him. "Are you saying that Belphie isn't up in the human world? That he's actually upstairs... In the attic?! That you locked him in there?! ANSWER ME LUCIFER! NOW! " Beel roared transforming into his demon form.

Beel charged Lucifer but Lucifer easily tossed him aside. Sending him crashing into a bookshelf.

"Wh... Lucifer?! What do you think you're doing?! How could you hurt Beel...?!" Asmo cried out in horror as Beel struggled to his feet, with a large gash on his arm.

"QUIET!" Lucifer snarled and Asmo shrank back. " All of you get out of here right- " He stopped as someone else walked into the room and everyone turned to look in shock.

" Well hello there brothers... I can't tell you how much I missed you... " Belphegor said walking into the room with a large smile.

[gminorballet]

Medical journaling for fun! Try it!

Athletics (*medical) journal:

Day 1-2 Felt like I had taken two months off from stretching and jogging during 15 miles of meandering around town jogging like the fucking Tin Man. The actual month long endeavor I just endured with wicked poison ivy depleted my system of enzymes and I almost cramped up… Oof! Ootd: Puma Day 3-4 Roughly 5+ miles got to stretch my glutes and do scissors plus more extensive leg work and by day four did reps on pushups and stomach. Went out fast jogging and ran into what felt like heavy humidity in the atmosphere. My body couldn't maintain the sexy pace and once I increased it again and my heartrate went up in the blistering heat mixed with the humid, I became quickly aware that if I pushed through more sets of leg work I was going to pass an urgent threshold in my body signals and it was too depleted during the workout to recover on the move from the combo of heat and heartrate and body panel failure and I am thinking about how this is a danger zone threshold for sure during high humidity and since I am older my body's signs need to be adhered to so I don't get severe cramping and my body temp doesn't start fluctuating because it can go south quick in dangerous heat.

Ootd: tank top & flip flops, really nothing fancy

Day 40 I think my calcaneus got damaged and separated away from my Baxter's nerve or I have some kind of real bad stress fracture, so instead of working out... First, I wrapped my ankle to stabilize it and next put it in a walking cast. Mobility was about 5%. The pain is unbelievable! A real 10/10. My eyes were glittering from the unusually bad discomfort and all the television I watch. I blacked out from it ( the pain and t.v.) and re-injured the heel, so I re-visited the place I remember from when I last experienced this discomfort and passed out sleeping. That happened two days ago. Today, the pain is a 7/10. It is tender, but stabilized in a cast. I think there might be fluid that builds up after the discomfort, so the injury itself causes two different points of pain in my heel. My initial plan included acupuncture and from what I judged from my examination of points on a human foot my heel requires more than acupuncture, however I am very willing to gain experience by experimenting with inserting needles into my own foot. re: Dr. Foot What damage can I really do? Should I practice on a grapefruit before I do this to my own right foot, which feels like an open wound at the calcaneus and Baxter's nerve. I want to try acupuncture needles on the top and outside not inner heel of right leg/ankle.

Ootd: Carrera shield sunglasses / faux yellow diamond earrings & a baseball hat

Day 41 Tightened three straps on the walking cast and decided for necessities to get socks-in-a-box and wet naps. The brace is on tight and firm, it feels more solid yet I noted not to cut off circulation when I initially wrapped the ankle and again with the boot and seemingly the adjustment changed the setting on my foot in it's cast. Take sponge baths and relax is the calling.

Ootd: Circle Jerks shirt & camo Dickies cargo shorts

[membermentmania]

August 10th, 7:37-10:19pm

She sent a quick text to Wendy when she finally made it onto her block. Wendy met her at the front door, allowing her to quietly slip inside. They silently went up to Wendy’s room. The second Wendy closed the door behind them, Wendy pulled Tammy into a hug. Tammy collided into Wendy with a quiet ‘oof’ before hesitantly wrapping her arms around her. They didn’t hug each other very often. The only times Wendy was really affectionate with her was when Tammy was seriously injured. It was jarring, but not at all unwelcome. “Are you okay?” 

“Are you?” 

“I’m not sure,” Tammy murmured. 

“I’m not alright,” Wendy responded shakily.

“Talk to me.” She was met with an eerie silence. “Wendy.” 

“What happened last night?” 

“What happened yesterday?” 

Wendy stiffened in her arms. “We told you guys what happened.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I can’t tell you.” 

“Why?” 

“I’m afraid if we tell anyone we’re just gonna lose them.” It was so quiet. Broken. 

Tammy tightened her arms around Wendy. “You saw something, didn’t you?” Wendy nodded against her. “Something that didn’t make sense,” she tried. 

“What do you know?” 

“They corrupted, didn’t they?” 

Wendy pulled back, looking at her fiercely. “How do you know that?” 

“Red knows. She told me what happens when we corrupt.” 

“When?” 

“Last night. And then I had to hold her down while I purified her.” 

Wendy’s eyes widened. “Please tell me what exactly happened last night.” 

Tammy hesitantly walked over to her bed and took a seat. “It might help fill in some blanks, but it’s a lot.” 

Wendy took a seat next to her. “Okay.” 

Tammy proceeded to tell her about what happened the night prior. In exchange, Wendy offered Tammy exactly what she saw earlier that day. The two were both confused. If Wendy was reccounting correctly, they witnessed Tweek and Craig transforming into angels. But someone had to have seen Craig in the days before that. There was no way he could’ve turned into a mod without anyone even noticing. It didn’t make any sense. 

When Wendy started to cry, Tammy was quick to pull her against her. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright.” 

“Is it?” 

She ran a gentle hand through Wendy’s hair. “We’re gonna figure this out. And then we’ll deal with it.” She combed her fingers through half of Wendy’s hair before sectioning it. 

A shaky laugh bubbled out of Wendy. “What are you doing?” 

“Braiding your hair,” she murmured. 

“Why?”

“Because this is what gal pals are supposed to do and I’m trying to distract you.” 

Wendy breathed out a laugh. “You don’t seem like you’d be good at braiding hair.” 

“I’m probably not. I can barely see what I’m doing.” Wendy leaned into her the tiniest bit more, giving her a better view. Her stomach flipped. “Thanks,” she muttered. 

“Can I braid yours after?” Wendy whispered.

Tammy laughed quietly. “I don’t think I'd look too good with my hair braided.” 

“You always look good.” 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Testaburger,” she teased. 

“Shut up, tumor,” she muttered. “Let me do your hair.” 

“But braids look so weird on me,” Tammy protested. 

“Fine. Let me do your roots then.” 

Tammy let out a quiet gasp, feigning offense. “Are you saying my hair is grown out?” 

“Mhm. I have a box of dye here we can use.” 

Tammy laughed. “Really?” 

“I mean, you kinda do suck at doing the back.” 

Tammy fumbled slightly with the hair tie around her wrist and she finished up Wendy’s braid. “That’s why Marj and Bebe always do it,” she muttered. 

“I’ll do it for you.” 

“Okay.” 

Tammy was happy to spend nearly the entire day with Wendy engaging in near mindless distractions from what life had to offer them, despite having not slept at all. Wendy dyed her hair before they crawled into her bed and watched a movie, quietly engaging in random gossip that meant absolutely nothing to either of them. It meant so much to Tammy. She remembered a point when all she really wanted was a best friend like this. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. 

But she also knew they couldn’t just stay in their tiny little bubble they’d managed to create. They needed answers. There had to be something. There was no way they couldn’t fight the storm. There was no way the only thing fate had to offer magical girls was going through a merciless cycle. And if this was it for them, they’d go down kicking, screaming, clawing, and biting. They would take the storm with them. 

It was getting late. She felt like her brain was turning into a fried egg. She looked over and tentatively reached a hand out, brushing it against the side of Wendy’s cheek. Wendy looked at her with a small smile. “What’s up?” she murmured. 

The action caught up with Tammy. She wanted to get her attention, but now Tammy felt like there was a huge spotlight on her. She retracted her hand, trying not to get too caught up in the undeniable butterflies she was feeling. “I gotta bounce,” she said quietly. “I haven’t slept in like…” she took a peek at her phone. “Yeah, like 31 hours.” 

A laugh bubbled out of Wendy. “You could’ve slept here.” 

“I wanted to hang out with you.” 

Wendy playfully rolled her eyes. “Text me when you get home safe, okay?”

“Whatever you say, emo.” 

“Night, concussion-queen.” 

Tammy laughed quietly as she slipped out of her bed. She silently made her way down the stairs and into the night. She took a deep breath as she started walking towards her house. She stepped inside, ignoring her parents yelling and went straight up to her room. After using a purifier, she did what she was determined to do since she’d left Bebe’s house. 

Tammy Warner: I want to talk to you. 

Tammy Warner: In person. 

Dovakien: Where? 

A chill ran down Clyde’s spine when his phone buzzed in rapid succession. He hesitantly picked it up from next to him. He had a feeling he knew exactly what it was. Just another thing to further send everyone spiraling. He didn’t want to look but he had to know. 

Brimmy: Hello, Clyde.

Brimmy: I have been trying to respect that you guys cut contact, despite the fact that that is so completely against the rules, but things are getting dire. If things don’t change soon, your entire group is going to fall. 

Clyde’s stomach churned painfully as fresh tears started to slip out. This was a cruel trick. Mods had to be evil. There had to be a clear bad guy and it couldn’t just be Leslie. 

Clyde Donovan: Fuck you

Clyde Donovan: Not falling for it

Before he could even lock his phone, an answer appeared. 

Brimmy: Clyde, you’re the only person I can trust to not shoot me upon arrival. There are things you guys need to know. Losing Tweek, Craig, and Stan was a major loss. Emotionally, I can’t imagine what you guys are going through, but at this point, you will lose the war. Please let me help you guys. 

Clyde Donovan: You want to help us? 

He was taken aback. This was a trick. This was a lie and Clyde was stupid enough to get his hopes up while he quietly sobbed. The previous messages disappeared as if they were never there. 

Brimmy: It’s not safe to discuss anything on here. 

Brimmy: I’m going to approach you. Please do not try to kill me upon arrival. I truly mean you and your group no harm. 

The second Clyde read them, they disappeared. He locked his phone and curled in on himself. He was probably going to die. Tweek, Craig, and Stan died. Heidi was probably dead. They were all much stronger than him. It didn’t make sense that he was still alive. 

“Clyde.” 

His hands ran up to through his hair as more tears poured out. He was gonna lose it just like Craig did. That was Stan’s voice. They were all gonna die. He was gonna be next. 

“Clyde.” 

He shook his head. “Go away,” he sobbed. 

He let out a scream of pure terror when something grabbed his wrist. Hallucinations weren’t supposed to be able to touch you. He shot upwards into a seated position, eyes widening in horror when he saw Stan holding a purifier to his wrist. “You need to calm down.” 

“STAN?!” 

Stan’s face remained unmoving. Stoic. It reminded him of Craig. But he was gray. Everything about him was black, white, or everything in between. He needed to get a grip. He was obviously losing it. “I’m not…” He frowned slightly. “Right. No. I’m Brimmy.” 

He jerked away like the imposter in front of him was on fire. “WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE HIM?!” 

“Calm down.” 

“NO! YOU STOLE HIS FACE! IS THAT HOW HE-” 

“Clyde, seriously. Chill out. I just look like Stan. I didn’t take his face. This is my face.” 

“NO! NO! YOU CAN’T-” 

He felt like he was going into shock when he registered the hard slap across his face. “You need to breathe,” he said calmly. 

He took a shaky deep breath, looking at Brimmy. He blinked a few times. This was not Stan. There were a few differences. But upon first glance, he was sure that was Stan. “That’s fucking scary,” he breathed out. 

“If I had the ability to change my face, I would’ve,” he muttered. “Sorry for scaring you. I didn’t mean to make you worse.” 

A bitter laugh came from him. “Cut the shit. If you’re here to kill me, just do it.” 

Brimmy looked unimpressed. “Did you not read my messages?” 

“I don’t believe you. It’s a trick. You’re gonna lull me into a false sense of security, because I’m the stupid one, and then you’re gonna kill and me and laugh!” 

Brimmy took a frustrated deep breath. ��I am not trying to lull you into anything. You should be freaked out. I chose you because if I chose Kenny or Kyle, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. You were my best bet.” 

“Why didn’t you choose one of the girls?” 

“I don’t have contracts with them. I can’t see where they are or communicate with them unless I’m invited in. Also, I’m certain they would probably be more in line with Kenny and Kyle at the moment.” 

“But Bebe loves her mod!” 

“The last time I spoke with Dovakien, he said they were all losing touch. You were quite literally my best, and safest bet.” 

“So you wouldn't have chosen me if there was a better offer?” It was a stupid, very childish, extremely irrelevant question to ask. But now Clyde was just feeling combative.

“I think it’s very clear I would’ve chosen the best option, given the severity of the situation. Frankly, I figured I would be having this talk with Craig.” 

“Well I’m sorry but Craig can’t fucking come to the phone right now!” Clyde yelled, sob cutting through him. He didn’t stop glaring at Brimmy as little hiccups cut him off. 

Brimmy made a face. Clyde vaguely registered it as regret. Guilt, maybe? “I apologize. That was a cruel thing to say. I forget, sometimes.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for your loss. Truly.” Clyde just nodded slowly. “But I need you to get the others together. Everyone. With Tweek and Craig’s deaths, Leslie has written your entire group off as dead. She is no longer listening. You can still take her down. But you guys need information. Information that I have. So I need to speak with all of you.” 

“You’re not going to kill all of us once we’re in the same room?” 

“Kenny would be able to kill me ten times over before I got a hand on any of you.” 

“Okay,” he breathed out. “What do I do?” 

“I need you to call Kenny. Get everyone together but Bebe Stevens. If Marjorine has to be excluded, so be it. But if Bebe Stevens hears part of this conversation, she will fall. I am certain of it.” 

He nodded slowly. A shaky hand picked up his phonee. He kept his eyes on Brimmy as he let muscle memory take over, turning on his microphone access. He glanced over as he swiped up back to his homescreen and clicked on the little shortcut icon. Gentle trills started and he raised the phone to his ear. “Hi, Clyde,” Kenny greeted tiredly.

Clyde’s stomach twisted. He sounded so exhausted. So sad. “I have to tell you something that may be very upsetting,” he said nervously. 

There was a small sigh. “That’s okay. I’ll be okay. You can tell me anything, remember?”

“I’m with Brimmy.” 

A chill ran down his spine when he heard nothing but the keypad on Kenny’s safe. “Where are you?” 

“I’m not gonna tell you if you’re gonna shoot him.” 

“Clyde, I have your location.” There was a pause. “I’m on my way.” 

“Kenny! Slow down.” 

There was a long pause. “What?” 

“Brimmy has information for us that’s really important. He’s not hurting me. He just kinda saved me.” Clyde gave Brimmy a small not in acknowledgement. It just dawned on him that Brimmy actually purified him when he first got here. 

“Okay…” There was a deep breath. “Clyde, what the fuck.” He sounded more frustrated than anything, which Clyde silently took as a win. Kenny wasn’t freaking out. He was just rightfully confused and annoyed. Clyde could work with that. 

“Alright, long story short. We need to have a meeting. Kyle, Wendy, Tam, Marj if possible, and you and me obviously.” 

“Why not Bebe?” 

Clyde looked at Brimmy for help. “You can tell him what I told you.” 

“What did he tell you?” Kenny asked. 

Clyde made a face. “Bebe can’t have access to the specific information he has.” 

“Why?” 

Brimmy just said she’d die. But that wasn’t exactly something Clyde felt like he could just say. He held up his wrist and shot Brimmy a questioning look. Brimmy nodded. “He think’s that’ll push her over the edge. We can’t lose anymore people.” 

Kenny breathed out a sigh. “Let me see what I can do about Marj. No promises though. 

[maxxhasfeelingsapparently]

I had a heavy realization the other day about what love is to me. There are the typical kinda of love for family, friends, and basic humanity right, and then there's "romantic" (this is in quotation marks because I'd genuinely only thought I felt this before a few days ago when I really, genuinely felt it.) Oof this is gonna be long.

I'm going to do my best to make this not about her, but an assessment of my feelings. I have generalized anxiety, so it can be hard to tell where the nervous feeling in my stomach is coming from, but it was notably different this time. It wasn't so unpleasant as the usual churning and flipping of my stomach. Rather than an internal storm, the butterflies in my stomach gave the sensation of gentle fingers running over the surface of my skin and the goosebumps that come along with those.

I've known that people who are in love or going that direction seem obsessed/like their person is the only thing on their mind, and now I've finally understood why.

When I look at her, interact with her, hear her, my mind lights up. It's like all the lights in the house turn on and right now it feels novel because it's new but that sensation of my brain just going "!!!!" in regards to her is intoxicating. At this point it feels absurd that I would dream of not chasing that feeling when it is so readily available.

With that sensation in mind, it feels like it amplifies my focus, though not in any ways that are helpful in the day to day. (I still sadly cannot remember to wash my laundry until I've burned through every clean article of clothing 😅) My focus feels amplified on the things she likes, the songs she sings, the foods she leaves on her plate, whether she has things that make her life easier (think meds, water, food, work/school supplies), and so many more things. Maybe I'm focused on those things because my love language is gift giving, as I've learned with friends, but it feels more... "!!!!!"

I don't know I just feel... activated? In regards to her specifically. I feel more protective, attentive, careful, and peaceful. Usually my anxiety makes me so scared to interact with even my friends but with her, my amplified focus gives me the confidence to be able to relax and be myself and enjoy that she is being herself with me.

This has been my absolute best attempt to convey what romantic attraction feels like to me, which is so wild because I was beginning to wonder if I was aromantic? I'll be a bit sad that I've let that part of me go, as the aromatic community has been nothing but good to me and so, so supportive, but I think I'm also okay with this new reality that faces me. It seems fun too.

[ddonovanrp]

Once again, it was nearing midnight and I wasn't home yet. Man, I could almost see the look of disappointment on my girls face in my head; I was supposed to be home an hour ago. One last stop at the gas station and I was 10 minutes from the clubhouse. The plan was the give Styx the run down on what happened on the drop and get home a.s.a.p.

I didn't like using my card unless I had to. There was nothing worse than getting busted because of your own paper trail stupidity. So this was me, walking out of the gas station from pre-paying $10 for premium unleaded, nothing but the best for my bike.

There were 4 of us all together and we took up both sides of same 2 pumps by the storefront. The other 3 guys (Rhys, Kidd and Tanner) were all standing in a circle, their voices growing louder as the "ooohhh!" "damn gurll!" "Rip her shirt off!" Left me casting them a confused glance as I headed to my bike for gas. "D. OhMyGawd D...you're going to flip shit." Rhys said to me as they all kept looking at his phone. He had his hand over his mouth that was currently gaped open as he glanced quickly from his phone to me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I finished setting the pump back onto its lever and screwing the gas cap back on. My best friend, and most cases Partner, came to me with his phone held out to me. The other two lowered their heads and dipped to the other side of the pumps, aside their bikes. "Check this. That hot blonde I've been banging sent me this." "Hot blonde. Classy name." I rolled my eyes at him as I took his phone and watched the screen. What I saw in a looped video caused my heart to drop to my stomach. Rian--no..

Rian had wrapped her hand around that girl's ponytail and bashed her face into the rocks before you could see the camera start to shake and you could hear Styx' voice boom her name right before the video cut off. "You're kidding me." I said bringing my hand to my forehead. "She beat that bitches ass!" Rhys yelled at me, nearly bouncing with excitement. "Oh, I seen.." I pushed delete on the video and tossed my club-brother his phone back. "Oh this just got good." Rhys said and I got on my bike before casting him a glare.

Fighting among the club was strictly prohibited. Your ol' lady represented her man in the club and was to act accordingly. No disrespect was tolerated by outsiders though and as far as I was aware the girl that mine had whooped up on wasn't claimed by anyone. But then again I hadn't exactly made a big deal of claiming Rian. Would she have been considered an outsider too? She wasn't exactly the "property of"-"do what I say" type but did the ones who mattered see us as a permanent fixture?

Though I was now dreading the 10 minute ride to the clubhouse and the ass chewing I knew would follow, I couldn't help the streak of pride I felt swelling my chest. My girl did that. Mine. What for I had no idea but she didn't take no shit and that made me happy. She had picked her place within his club and wasn't going to let anyone bully her. Oof. My dick was getting hard just thinking about her on top of the other girl, shorts and a cut off tank, looking hot as fuck.

It's going to be hard to get my ass chewed for her getting into a fight when it was so fuuckin hot. ________________________________________________ -> 5.21.2021

[fyodior]

read to me?

anon: "Ummm Dazai making you read poetry or some shit while he fucks you into the mattress- only letting you stop when you can't even form sentences anymore"

notes: this was an anon request from my old blog that i decided to finally write!! the poem is one of my favs, "a primer for the small weird loves" by richard siken. it doesn't have any significance to the fic i just like the poem. i highlighted the actual poetry to make it less confusing :). i didn't feel like editing this sorry besties enjoy ✧˖° ♡

18+ minors dni!!

song: touch tank by quinnie

“’So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes before knowledge, and you-’ holy fuck!” you moaned, one hand in Dazai’s hair while the other grips the book you held so tightly the pages creased.

“Keep going,” Dazai commanded, words muffled by your thighs. You whined, breath ragged, but did as you were told.

“’-and you want it dirty. And no one can ever f-f-‘ FUCK. ‘-figure out what you want-‘” your words were cut off by an involuntary gasp as Dazai swirled his tongue around your clit.

☆☆☆

This mess started about twenty minutes prior, when you and your boyfriend had been sitting quietly on the couch together, doing your own separate things. It was a lazy Saturday evening, the two of you relishing in having absolutely nothing to do. His head was in your lap as he watched a movie, while you read. He purred softly as you played with his hair, scratching his scalp. But soon he got bored, as Dazai does, and flips onto his back so he can look up at you.

“I’m bored,” he announced.

“That’s very unfortunate,” you replied, not taking your eyes off the book in front of you.

“What are you reading?”

“A book.”

Dazai whined, bringing his hand up to bat at the book.

“Hey!” You scoffed, as you lifted it above his head to get it out of his reach.

Dazai just whined even louder, pulling at your shirt like a little kid.

“My love, could you please entertain yourself without bothering me?”

You rolled your eyes as he kicked the air, doing anything he could to make you pay attention to him.

“Is your book more important than me, your handsome sexy boyfriend?” he pouted.

“Yes.”

He gasped dramatically at this and pretended to start crying. You groaned before finally looking away from the book, then hit him on the head with it. He oofed but laughed.

“Okay, asshole, you got my attention. What now?” You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost audible.

“Will you read to me?” he asked with a stupid grin on his face.

“Will you stop being annoying if I do?”

He nodded vigorously. You sighed before picking the book back up, reciting the poem you had been reading when he decided to start being a monster.

“’The man on top of you is teaching you how to hate, see you as a piece of real estate, just another fallow field lying underneath him like a sacrifice.’”

As you read the poem out loud, Dazai flipped himself over so he was laying on his stomach, and began pressing soft kisses to your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you asked with an accusatory voice, cutting yourself off mid-sentence.

“Just keep reading.”

You just sighed before continuing. Whatever, you thought.

“’He’s turning you back into a table so he doesn’t have to eat off the floor, so he can get comfortable, pr-‘ hey!”

Dazai had moved up to your inner thighs, biting at the soft skin. He continued to do this as he started to tug down your shorts and panties.

“Will you read to me while I eat you out?” Your eyes went wide at this, clearly confused. “You reciting poetry is a major turn on.”

You chuckled but agreed, not immune to Dazai’s stupid charm.

“’-pressing against you until he fits, until he’s made a place for himself…’”

You read on as he pulled your shorts off and licked your outer lips, making you shudder. He pushed your legs apart for better access, using his fingers to spread you open. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him just staring at your pussy almost in awe. The man truly worshipped everything about you.

“’The clock ticks from five to six…’”

He dove in headfirst, immediately shoving his tongue inside your hole, making you yelp. He tongue fucked you slowly, making it agonizing. It was embarrassing just how fast he could make you melt. He licked your walls hungrily, treating your pussy like it was dessert.

“'It isn’t over yet, it’s just begun…’”

He pulled his tongue out of you and licked a fat stripe up all the way to your clit and began sucking on it, sending shockwaves through your body. You paused reading briefly to throw your head back and groan. He lifted his head up to look at you, his mouth and cheeks already dripping wet from the mix of his saliva and your juices.

“Did I say you could stop?” he prompted, voice low. You weren’t sure when he transitioned from normal Dazai to horny bossy Dazai, but you were turned on.

“’Says to himself the boy’s no good. The boy’s just no good…’”

And that is how you arrived at the current scenario.

As he focused on sucking and nipping at your clit, he slipped in two fingers and began pumping them in and out of you. You hissed loudly, clenching around his fingers. He chuckled before adding a third finger and picking up the pace. No matter how many times you did it, there was just no other feeling like Dazai’s mouth and hands being on you at the same time. You could feel the motion of him rutting his hardening cock against the couch cushion, chasing the friction.

He used his free hand to spread apart your lips even wider so he could get his entire mouth over your swollen clit, using his tongue to better massage the hypersensitive area. You yanked on his hair as you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. He knew your body like the back of his hand, and he sure as hell showed it.

“’But he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around…’”

Just as you were going to mention your approaching orgasm, Dazai pulled his mouth off of you. Before you could even look at him sideways, he was hovering over you, his own pants pulled off, and thrusted into you hard.

You screamed at the sudden fullness, tensing tightly around his throbbing cock. This pulled a loud moan from the man as he draped himself over you, crashing your lips together. He was rocking into you with increasing force, bottoming out with each thrust. You wrapped your legs around his back to anchor yourself.

At this point you had forgotten about the book, though it was still stuck in your grip, but Dazai hadn’t.

“You keep reading until I say you can stop reading,” he growled.

He somehow had you in a trance as he fucked into you, giving in to his weird requests.

“’You, the now familiar boy, but you’re beautiful-‘”

“You are fucking beautiful,” Dazai interrupted, ducking his head down to bite at your neck. Your mind reeled as you felt his teeth graze against your skin, imagining the purple and blue that would likely arise the next day.

He stuck his hand up your shirt to knead the soft fat of your breast, squeezing hard before rolling your hard nipple in between his fingers.

“So fucking beautiful.”

The book fell out of your hand as he used his free hand and reposition your leg to get a better angle, fucking right into the spot he knew was right there. Your screams drowned out the sound of the book clattering to the floor.

Dazai seemed to think that you whimpering over his cock was an acceptable replacement for no longer reciting poetry, so he left you alone.

You clumsily ripped his shirt off his body so you could feel his bare skin. Wrapping your now free arms around him, you dug your nails into the meat of his shoulders as your senses were overwhelmed by the man currently inside you.

“Osamu!” you cried, eyes squeezed shut.

“Hey, angel,” he replied with a wicked smirk on his face. Your head fell back onto the coach arm with a thud.

He continued to fuck into you with a quick rhythm as he shoved two fingers in your mouth, instructing you to suck on them. You obviously listened.

He began using his now wet fingers to massage your already very overstimulated clit, and it was only seconds before you reached your orgasm, screaming his name as he pressed kisses along your jaw. Not quite there yet himself, you laid there like a ragdoll as he thrusted into you, chasing his own high. He rocked in and out with such force you knew your pelvis would be bruised. But there was nothing like visible evidence of a really, really good fuck.

He slowed down as he came but continued to fuck his cum deep inside of you, the head of his cock grazing your cervix.

He fell on top of you, both of you breathless, sweaty messes. You lifted his head up with your hands to press a kiss to his forehead, making him smile.

“Guess I should read you poetry more often.”

[supernaturalgirl20]

A/B/O

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, fiery omega reader, being claimed, being chased through the forest and fucked, mating, cursing.

Your heart was beating fast against your chest as your feet carried you through the forest. The blood pulsing through your veins thrumming in your ears. A mixture of fear and arousal coursed through you as you put as much distance as you could between you and him.

This was a game. One you gladly accepted.

Tonight was the night he had vowed to take you, to claim you as his own. His omega. But you didn’t want to make it easy for him. You never made anything easy for him. It’s what he loved about you.

“I can smell you, baby. Better run faster if you really want a chase.” His voice echoes around the trees and sends a shiver down through your spine and straight to your aching cunt. Fuck that voice alone did things to you.

“What if I want you to catch me?” You shout in a teasing tone. His laugh sounds out throughout the forest and fuck, that sounds close. “Oh I’ll catch you alright. But I want to play with you first.”

You focus your wolf eyes in front of you and pick up the pace until you come to a clearing. Suddenly he’s all around you. His voice, his smell. You don’t know where he is, he’s moving so fast. Then you sprint, aiming for that old run down cabin you’d found months ago.

Almost there, you think to yourself and then the air is being pushed out of you as you hit the ground with a thud. “Oof,” you breathe out as a heavy weight lays atop you. “Got you”.

His cock is hard against your ass and you wiggle it a little, pushing it back onto him. He stutters a string of curses as he grips your hips tight. “You're playing a dangerous game baby,” he growls as he breathes in your scent. Turning your head sideways you smirk up at him. “I was from the moment you said run. Now you’ve claimed your prize, what are you going to do?”

He grinds himself into the cheeks of your ass as he groans into your neck. “Fuck, I’m gonna destroy you baby. Gonna finally claim you as mine.”

“Then get on with it.” You're mocking him now, trying to rile him up enough to just take you here and now with wild abandon. “You’ve got a mouth on you, baby. Maybe I should put it to work.”

“How about you put your money where your mouth is and fuck me like you promised.” He flips you over onto your back, his eyes glowing red under the moonlight. “Just remember baby, you asked for it,” he whispers into your ear before he rips off your clothes leaving you naked on the ground.

He barely lifts off you as he strips himself and then without warning, without getting you ready first, he thrusts into you filling you to the brim. “Oh fuck,” you rasp out, never having felt so full in all your life. Fuck you need him. More than you’ve ever needed anything else in your life and you want this man, this alpha to fucking claim you.

His pace is brutal as he fucks you into the dirt below you. Your cries of pleasure sounding out throughout the forest. No doubt attracting unwanted attention. “Fuck baby…so tight…so goddamn wet.”

You cling to his back, nails digging into his skin as he pounds into you. “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out of you. You whisper at the loss but it isn’t for long. He flips you into your stomach and wraps his arm around your waist hauling your ass up to him. He runs his cock along your folds once before thrusting back in.

This time, he completely wrecks you as he fucks into you, face pushed into the dirt. “Oh fuck…yes Frankie just like that. Don’t stop…please don’t stop…”

“Ngh…fuck…so fucking perfect baby…made for me…this pussy is mine. Say it. Say it.”

“It’s yours. It's yours Frankie, all yours.” He slaps the cheek of your ass hard leaving a red mark. “Yeah it fucking is. Shit I’m almost there baby….need you to come on my cock before I claim you..” he reaches down and grabs a handful of hair in his hands before pulling you back into him. Back to chest.

His hand slips around your waist as he thrusts up into you, moving to grab at your breasts. “Yes,” you cry as you come hard, your cunt fluttering around his thick cock. He’s almost there, you can feel it. He kisses along your neck, his tongue licking the skin over your scent gland. “You gonna take my knot, little omega? Want me to fill you with my come and keep it inside you?”

“Yes,please alpha. Need you to fill me up.”

He stops and you growl in frustration as he moves you around to face him. He continues to fuck up into you, his heated gaze boring into you. Wanna mark each other at the same time baby.”

You nod in agreement and then he’s nuzzling your neck. You graze his gland with your teeth and then, “oh yes,” you cry as you come together. You remain straddling him as you both calm your breaths. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face. “My beautiful omega.”

“Yours.”

“Mine.”

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[04mxfutbol]

Introvert & Extrovert (Rose Lavelle x Reader)

A/N: This was requested, haha my first request! (: Yeah, enjoy! I hope I did it justice. Also I think writing for Rose is becoming something I like lol. She’s too pure for this world. Also Reader plays for the Seattle Storm (:

“Get up! Get up! GET UP.” You hear Sue shout from outside your room. Groaning you pull your blanket over yourself.

“It’s so early.”

“You still want free housing?” Megan shouts and you grumble as she knocks on the door.

You quickly kick your feet on your mattress like a toddler, the blackout curtains doing their job. A little too well for Sue and Megan’s liking.

Megan and Sue helped you get comfortable into the city. Being drafted to the Seattle Storm was always a dream of yours, playing beside one of the greatest, Sue Bird. Although Diana always tries to convince you she’s better and she often tries to persuade you into maybe joining her. Although you’d love to, Seattle has become your home. It’s been your home for three years now. Plus Megan and Sue have become basically your mothers. Don't do this, don't do that. Y/N don't forget your shoes, don't forget your sweats.. again.

“Come on kid.” Megan says knocking on your door again.

“But I’m tired. We had practice yesterday, I’m beat.” You groan out as you flip onto your stomach.

"You handle this, I have to get going." Megan says as she leaves.

“We’ll see a certain pale person.” Sue softly says from the other side of the door.

“That’s not fair you know you can’t pull that card.”

“But I just did. Now get ready so we can head to the stadium. Stewie is waiting for us.”

“Fine. But I’m tired. Don’t expect me to stay awake on the drive.” You say as you grab the first thing you can find that’s appropriate for today’s event.

But also something nice and comfortable because it is cloudy and windy. Typical.

As you had said previously, you were in fact asleep the whole drive to the stadium. Head against the window, your mouth slightly opened as you try to gain back those hours of sleep that you were robbed of because of this trip.

Stewie woke you up as you had arrived at the stadium.

“Did anyone grab my gum?” You ask as you get out of the car and head towards the stadium.

“I have it Y/N.” Sue says.

“What about my-.”

“Yes Y/N, even your slides.” Sue says as you walk into the stadium. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be a good guardian now would I?”

You all walk onto the pitch, the Reign training for the game that’ll be happening soon. You feel an arm resting on top of your shoulder, you look to see who’s arm that belongs to and that arm belonged to Sue.

“I look good right?” You whisper to Sue.

“Oh for sure kid, rocking those nice shoes I bought you, a little of some over expensive stuff Megan bought you. All good, all good, you’re dressed wonderfully to impress a certain someone.”

“Don’t sweat it, it’s not like you two haven’t been dating for like a little less than six months?” Alysha says.

“Hey I’m just trying to look good for the people.” You say as you fix your hoodie.

“I think she meant for the girlfriend.” Stewie says wiggling her eyebrows, nudging your side with her elbow.

“So am I free to roam around now?” You ask Sue.

“No. Why are you always so impatient?”

“I have a short attention span you know that.” You say bouncing on your heels.

“Sue how do you deal with them all the time? It’s too much.” Stewie says and you scoff.

“That hurts.” You say looking at her.

“Trust me it’s not easy.” Sue says.

“Oof. Now that hurt.” You say as you walk away from the trio and over to Jewell. “They’re bullying me.”

“I got you kid, no worries.” Jewell says and you smile.

Meanwhile while Jewell kept you company, on the field there was quite the people surrounding said pale person.

“Rose, I see a certain someone.” Sofia says, making the cheeks of said pale person to heat up.

“Go talk to them.” Tziarra says.

“Why are you all like this?” Rose says as she walks away.

“Because we’re nosy.” Jess says, but is immediately hit on the arm by Lauren. “I mean we want you to spend time with them?”

“Nice try.” Rose says as she walks further away from everyone. “I’m very happy right here.”

"You two are just so adorable. The way Y/N just loves you is pure love." Ally says.

“I agree. Y/N has big heart eyes for you, just like you do for them.” Tziarra says as she puts her hand on Rose’s shoulder. “They are your number one fan. Just like you are theirs.”

“Y/N makes sure to hype you up every time you play. Posting you all over their social media.” Sofia says. "What I would do to have someone treat me like that."

“You would think that after your very cute picnic together, you two would be more affectionate.” Bethany says and Rose laughs.

“Please. We all know Rose hates too much spotlight.” Nikki says.

“The pictures of you two were absolutely cute, the polaroid pictures were also VERY cute.” Sofia says making Rose blush. "Give us more."

“Alright girls, the Seattle Storm are here as special guests.” Laura says as she walks towards the team, the team right behind her.

You walk over to Rose grabbing her arm as you pull her away from the crowd.

“Good luck, I’ll be cheering you on from the stands.” You whisper to Rose, giving her hands a squeeze. “You’ll do great.”

“I’m a little nervous.” Rose says and you smile softly.

“Just beat Portland’s ass. Do your crazy footwork and everything, make their defense fall and crumble!”

“You want us to win that bad?” Rose asks and you nod your head.

“Fall and crumble!” You shout.

“Everyone’s staring babe.” Rose whispers and you look around.

“I swear none of you know what privacy is.” You say as you pull Rose close into you.

“No we do, we’re just nosy.” Jess says. “I mean we’re- oh what the hell, we’re nosy.”

“Come on kid.” Sue says as she pats your shoulder.

“Is this new?” Megan says pointing to you and Rose.

“No?” You say confused.

“Sue?” Megan says as she looks over to Sue.

“It’s not new and you’d know that if you would pay attention to them instead of having an obsession over what kid here should wear when we go out.” Sue says and you nod your head.

“Yeah! Give me attention.”

“I do. Plenty.” Megan says flicking your ear.

“Suuuure.” You say and turn to face Rose. “Anyway, good luck baby.”

“Mmm.. Give me some time to get used to it.” Megan says as she walks away.

“Hey Rose, wrap it up! We get it you’re dating but you don’t have to rub it in.” Sofia shouts.

“Yeah kid we get it, come on let’s go.” Stewie says.

“Before I leave look at my shoes.” You say lifting your foot up. “Customized and bought by my good friend Sue.”

“I’m ‘good friend’ now?” Sue says. “I’m basically your mother.”

“Not now friend.” You whisper as you try and wave her away.

“Sixteen.” Rose says with a smile, tracing the number that’s been engraved on your shoes. “Cute.”

“We get it you both have the same number.” Sofia shouts.

“Fate baby!” You shout back with a smirk.

“Come on you. Bye Rose, we’ll see you after the game.” Sue says as she drags you away.

“Hey!” You shout. “Bye baby, kick Portland’s ass! Long live the Pacific Northwest! Long live the Pacific Northwest!”

“Why are you like this kid? I give you love, food, a home. Why must you do me like this?” Sue asks and you smirk.

“You love me despite me being weird. Come on let’s grab some food so I can maybe throw on you when I get excited or frustrated.” You say.

“Oh great. Yes wonderful.” Sue says as you both walk away from the pitch. "How Rose puts up with you, is beyond my mind."

“Y/N does know Portland is also considered the Pacific Northwest right?” Stewie asks Sue.

“Oh yeah, she chooses to ignore it though.”

After grabbing some snacks for mostly yourself, that will also most likely end up on Sue because you tend to just throw whatever you have when Rose plays. But also is it really your fault that Sue is the one who ends up the way she does? No, there’s other places to sit. So no it’s not your fault. It’s hers.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING! PASS THE BALL!” You shout as you jump up from your seat. “PASS IT!”

She is quick to grab the bag she brought with your stuff, searching for what could potentially save her from food getting dropped on her again.

“Y/N hand.” Sue says, you’re too busy watching the game to even bother why she wants your hand.

Sue places something in your hand, you’re quick to realize it’s your stress relief ball that she bought for you. Not only is it for stress relief, but seeing as your attention span is very short, it sort of distracts you.

“Oh thanks. I’m better.” You say as you take your seat.

Meanwhile the whistle blew signaling halftime.

“I swear I can hear the kid.” Megan says as she walks into the tunnel.

“Rose, your girlfriend is absolutely my favorite person.” Sofia says, tapping Rose on her back. “You can tell they know their stuff.”

“Yeah that’s Y/N for you.” Rose says with a smile, looking up to see where you and the team are sitting. “Y/N is the best.”

“Ten dollars Sue already gave Y/N the stress relief ball.” Jess says.

“Twenty dollars, that Sue gave it to Y/N by the fifteenth minute.” Lauren says. “Rose?”

“I know my Y/N pretty well, you’re all wrong.” Rose says walking into the locker room.

“Joining us tonight your very own, our very own, Seattle Storm!” You hear the announcer say through the stadium.

Halftime was gone and the game resumed, you were fidgeting the ball in your hand, looking where the ball was going every play. Silently cursing as Rose missed a shot.

Two minutes later Bethany scored. Making the score 1-0. You jumped from your seat as you waved your Reign scarf.

“LET’S GO!” You shout. “Sue support your girl.”

“Oh she knows I do.” Sue says as she and the rest of the team clap as the team had just scored.

“LONG LIVE SEATTLE! The superior Pacific Northwest city!” You shout.

In less then five minutes, Ally had scored, making it 2-0.

“YES!” You shout.

“Why exactly does Y/N not acknowledge that Portland is part of the Pacific Northwest?” Alysha asks Sue.

“Y/N is just Y/N I don’t know what goes through her mind.” Sue says shrugging her shoulder.

“GOAL.” You shout.

Megan lifting her foot up just enough to pat her cleat and pointing up to where you and Sue were. You knew exactly what that meant.

Megan and Sue definitely thought of you as their kid, Megan made sure that when she would get her cleats, to have not only Sue’s number engraved, but yours as well. A little family.

“YEAH MOM!” You jokingly shout which Megan heard surprisingly, which made her laugh.

As the final whistle blew Rose made her way over to Sofia and Bethany.

“Assisting for your girlfriend’s mom huh?” Sofia says chuckling.

"Shut up." Rose mumbles, cheeks heating up as she looked your way.

“Who’s superior?! SEATTLE!” Rose hears you shout. “Long live the superior Pacific Northwest city!”

“Oh god.” Rose mumbles, cheeks heating up as she looks away.

“The shy one and the extrovert. How romantic.” Jess says walking past Rose and the others. “Good job team.”

“Y/N’s asking for you.” Alana tells Rose.

Rose made her way towards you, big bright smile on her face. The smile you loved and the person you loved dearly.

“Baby you did great! 3-0!” You say and Rose smiles at you. “Proud of you.”

“I’m glad you were able to come.” Rose says as she reached for your hand. “I’ll see you outside?”

“I’m actually going to dinner with the team.” You say awkwardly.

“It’s a combined dinner. Both teams.” Sue says.

“Oh then I’ll see you outside.” You say with a smile.

“See you then.” Rose says.

“Rose is so shy then there’s you.” Sue says.

“I can be shy too.” You say and Stewie snorts.

“What?”

“It’s impossible.”

“Is not.”

“Is so, now come on we have to go meet the team outside so we can all go to dinner plus I don’t need a grumpy Y/N not being able to see Rose as soon as possible.” Sue says.

“You know me so well.” You say hugging Sue.

“I wonder why.” Sue says as you both walk out of the stadium.

You patiently (sort of) waited for Rose to come outside so you could finally see her. While doing so you happily met some fans, signing some shirts and taking pictures.

As soon as Rose was coming out, you said your goodbye to the fans so you could finally spend some time with your girlfriend.

"Hey you." You whisper as you grab her hands. "Ready to leave?"

"So ready, I'm hungry." Rose says.

You and Rose make your way to the car, leaving your teammates behind.

"So they're together?" Megan asks Sue.

"Megan. Why else would Rose be over all the time." Sue says.

"I don't know. They're so polar opposite. Y/N is more extroverted, Rose is not."

"You gotta admit they are kind of cute." Sue says.

"Kind of? They're so cute." Sofia says walking past them.

“So cute.” Nikki says walking past the couple. “Sue you’re raising a good one.”

“I’m technically her mother too.” Megan shouts, making Sofia and Nikki laugh.

“Yet you didn’t know they’re dating.” Nikki says.

“Long live the superior Pacific Northwest city!” You shout. “We rule the rivalry!”

The girls all look over towards the both of you, Rose shaking her head as she tries to hide the fact that she’s with you.

“They complete each other.” Sofia says.

“Every extrovert needs an introvert. Just like every introvert needs an extrovert.”