#prompt 24: letting out their anger in front of them

[lire-casander]

#24 letting out their anger in front of them

letting out their anger in front of them original prompt list here

Tough days are bound to happen in his line of work. Carlos knows that. TK knows that. Everyone and their brother know that.

Knowing something doesn't mean Carlos is ready for those days when they roll together in a row.

His hands are shaking from exhaustion when he makes his third attempt at slotting the key into the lock of their loft. To any outsider, it may look like he's drunkenly trying to open his door. It couldn't be farther from the truth.

The truth is that he's so ready to give up he's about to kick the door open.

Just when he's seriously thinking about stomping all over the wood, the lock clicks open and the door slides to the side, revealing an equally tired-looking TK.

"Long shift?" his fiancé asks, mostly rhetorically, as he steps aside to allow Carlos to enter their home.

"The longest," Carlos replies. He drops his bag on the floor and has barely taken three steps into the living room when TK speaks again.

"Want to talk about it?"

And, somehow, that's the last straw for Carlos. That's all it takes — a sliver of kindness after a horrible day — for him to snap.

He turns around and faces TK, his hands still shaking, though this time it's due to anger. "Do I want to talk about it?" he questions through gritted teeth. "Do I want to talk about the three casualties at a car crash that could be alive if a drunk driver hadn't taken her car? Do I want to talk about the woman who can't report her abusive husband because she'd have nowhere to go? Or do I want to talk about the little girl murdered by her father simply because he was mad at his ex-wife?" Within each question, Carlos’ voice rises higher, until it's almost an anguished shriek that hangs over their heads like a threat.

Through it all, TK remains silent, enduring Carlos’ words as he cries them, as the pain he feels bubbles up inside of his chest until it bursts and he finds himself collapsing on the floor, knees hitting the ground while tears finally fall down his cheeks. TK rushes to his side, gathering him up in his arms and murmuring soft reassuring words into his ear as he rocks them both.

Later, much later, Carlos will think about how lucky he is to have TK by his side — someone who understands the frustration that builds up whenever there's something he can't fix in the world, someone who knows that his anger isn't directed at anyone but himself. But right now, while he's being held as though he's the most precious thing in the world, Carlos simply lets his pain flow out of his system.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

[sloptimustoptimus]

Energon Megatron X Reader

NSFW 18+ ONLY

LAST SURVIVOR

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You're the last one left. The Decepticons have taken ocean city and Megatron has chosen to keep you alive to reward himself for his hard work.

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Head pounding, vision blurry, you came to in the autobot control room in ocean city; the cold metal of the floor a stark contrast to your building anxiety as your eyes darted around the room. It started flooding back to you when you noticed SnowCat and Demolisher in the corner giggling at you lying defenceless with your hands tied: the Decepticons had taken the city, Optimus was off-world with most of the autobots leaving you with a small crew, none of whom you could see in the room with you.

The live feed which was broadcast from the large screen that sat at the front wall of the room was still running, maybe the Autobots were on the way to get you out of this if they could see the situation unfolding wherever they were.

They weren’t able to help you right now though, as you could hear heavy footfall approaching the control room. Megatron.

The Decepticons in the room quickly straightened up as their leader came into view, he was imposing, towering blue frame dwarfing his subordinates and glaring yellow optics darting between Demolisher and Snowcat, prompting them to leave. You began to strain against the wire holding your hands together, a lump forming in your throat as you imagined what was coming to you. Tears began to sting in your eyes knowing you would be meeting your end today.

“Now, now, human. I’m not going to extinguish you.” He boomed from the control panel, staring you down, “I only require something from you. And who knows, if you comply I might just let you walk free…” his tone was sickly sweet, he was clearly enjoying the suspense he was creating.

“I don't have any information for you, Megatron” You spat, assuming the Decepticon leader was after access codes or autobot intelligence, “you may as well kill me now and get it over with” defeated, you stopped fighting your restraints, only hoping the pain you were going to endure would be quick. Approaching you slowly, Megatron let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh no no no, small thing, that's not what I want at all! You see, I’ve taken my time extracting everything I need from your Autobot friends, they were ever so useful”. He stopped as close to you as he could be without having crushed you under him, his optics dark, observing you intently. Looking around in the hopes you would see the rest of your crew, Megatron began to laugh again, “Don’t bother. They can’t help you now”.

Noticing a glint in his gold optics, your heart sank, realising your friends had been extinguished, you were all alone at Megatron’s mercy… and if you weren’t mistaken, he was after something much more personal than information.

“Please, Megatron, don’t do this, you’ll kill me. You know it'll kill me-” Begging for a more dignified death than being split open by a Cybertronian’s spike, using your legs to push yourself away from him.

“Stupid creature, is that what the autobots have told you? They're classless, they interface like animals, but me?” he trailed off, velvet voice hanging in the air as if he were considering ways to bring you round before resorting to force, “I promise you’ll survive. You may even enjoy yourself-”

“Enjoy myself!? After you’ve just decimated our home?” anger taking you over, heat rising to your cheeks as you berated him.

Cutting you off, Megatron lifted you off the cold ground, his large servos holding your body painfully tight as you squirmed in his grip. Your eyes widened as you realised what was happening: Megatron was striding towards the live feed’s main camera stopping mere feet away from it. He knew full well that every autobot on or off world had access to the feed 24/7, too and they were all about to bear witness to what you would be reduced to.

Unable to resist with your hands tied, Megatron made quick work of removing your clothes, ripping the fabric as to ensure he wouldn't have to set you loose. He held you up in front of the screen, working one warming servo down the front of your body, exploring every inch with hard grabs and pinches, making you wince, until he got down to your upper thighs. He took harsh handfuls of the soft skin, the pain making you yelp and hiss, giving him exactly what he wanted.

Before you could process the heat flushing your cheeks, megatron had brought a large finger to your entrance, teasing at it, feeling how wet you were already under his rigorous touch. Bringing his mouth down to your ear, he let out a low hum, almost as if to let you know you were pleasing him. “You know our dearest viewers can see what a mess you're making for me already?” He laughed into the question, watching the embarrassment of knowing that someone was watching on your face morph into excitement and back again.

“Please-” Your breaths already short, “Just put it in”

“How impatient!�� Megatron’s tone was mocking, and it was working for you “but if you insist, it only means I can take you sooner”

With that he finally began to slide his forefinger into you, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

You threw your head back, giving in to the feeling. Besides, there was nothing you could do about it. Seeing this, Megatron increased his pace to try and get even more of a reaction out of you, your moans only just covering the quiet hiss of him releasing his spike.

“Such a good girl,” he snickered “I never would have guessed you’d be so easy to break”

Praising your cooperation to the live feed, who could see everything from your eyes rolling to the puddle forming in megatron’s palm, he decided to let you enjoy yourself for a little longer, his sick degradation bringing you closer and closer until you feel yourself begin to finish on his hand, breathing shallow and legs quivering.

“Oh is that good? Hm?” He slowed his movements, but you could only let out an affirmative groan in response. “I asked you a question, human. How dare you deny me an answer.” There was genuine annoyance rising in his voice, so you mustered up an answer for him as not to cut your enjoyment (or life) short “y- yes… so… so good”.

“That wasn't so difficult now, was it?” Megatron’s optics shifted between your shaking form and the screen as if to acknowledge whoever sat watching on the other end of the feed.

Retracting his finger from inside you, he lowered you down ever so slightly. You jolted in surprise at feeling his spike fully pressurised beneath you, slick with transfluid already. Without so much as a grunt, Megatron began to work his way into you with an excruciatingly gradual pace, stretching you slowly around him and making you scream with both pain and want. It felt so good despite the agony, your wails now filling the room entirely as he ran out of space inside you. Barely half of him fit into your tight hole, but he didnt seem perturbed at all, he simply moved his grip to your thighs, your knees now spread, level with your chest.

You were utterly helpless, sitting on Megatron’s spike, screaming. All while under the watchful eye of every autobot crew with access to the signal.

His movements were relentless and calculated, hitting you at the perfect angle with every thrust of his hips, he seemed not to tire at all from the exertion which led you to wonder how long this was going to go on for exactly… Hours? Days, even? Megatron’s moans are low, filled with want as he begins leaving bites up and down your delicate neck, the pain only serving to amplify the sensation of his spike inside you.

“Oh how pathetic, it seems you really will let me do anything to you so long as you get your little hole fucked” Megatron was now musing to himself between guttural sounds of appreciation, getting lost in the sensation of such a tight body.

Snapping the both of you back to reality was a loud notification on the control panel. Someone was watching for sure now. Embarrassment flooding your body, it only drove you closer to finishing once more as your captor leaned forward to dismiss the message. As he does, one servo leaves your thigh dangling, moving to your throat after the control panel.

“‘how does it feel to have an audience like this? Everyone knows how little it takes to use you like this, and I bet they will the moment they get the chance”

With that you released again, gushing onto Megatron's spike and the floor below and leaving a clear puddle beneath you both. The angle he had you held at meant you had definitely splashed the main lens of the camera, not that he cared now. The sight of you so undone on his huge spike sent him feral, holding you flush to his torso with one clenching servo, and supporting himself on the control panel with another, your legs swinging with every thrust as he started twitching inside you, ready to finish himself. Megatron’s moans now matched your own as he drew closer to his overload, growling into the nape of your neck as he gripped your small body harder. And harder.

“You're going to take it, human,” He sounded desperate, “All. Of. It.” his words punctuated by the movement of his hips, taking the breath out of your lungs as he coated your walls with his transfluid, warm and thick, too much for your body to hold.

“Yeeeeeeeeees,” he groaned, the tension in his giant body dissolving with every slowing thrust. Your eyes trailing down to your own thighs, now covered in his release which was dripping into your own on the floor.

Panting and shaking you look once again at the feed monitor, entirely spent, at least you could go free now, maybe find a way to convince the autobots you hated every second of it despite the flush of tired bliss that washed over your skin and every sound you made as he was still deep inside you.

Your hands still bound, you struggled to move as your aching legs begged for support but Megatron seems to notice this; lifting you slowly off of his emptied spike, causing more of his transfluid to splash on to the metal flooring, the sound echoing throughout the empty room.

“Is..” you panted, “is it over Megatron?”

“Oh you silly thing, I’ve barely begun to have my fun with you”

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This is a repost from my AO3 and people seemed to like it over there, so let me know what yall think!

Part 2 below!

Edit: doing some drawing inspired by thic fic so stick around hehehe

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 24: Behind the Scenes

Word Count: 997

Rating: G

Pairing: None (this is pre-Reader x Eddie)

CW: None

Summary: Part of my As You Wish series! When Eddie has no one to watch his sons, he brings them to Corroded Coffin rehearsal

@corrodedcoffinfest

[As You Wish masterlist]

“I’m sorry, man.”

Eddie shoots his friends an apologetic look as they wait inside Gareth’s open garage. He knows the guys love his sons almost as much as he does, but Eddie’s never had to bring them to band practice before. 

A maelstrom of emotions churned through Eddie when he’d punched Gareth’s number into the phone and asked if he could bring the boys with him this afternoon. Anger at Brittany for flaking once again when the plan was for her to hang with the kids at home. Embarrassment that he has to make yet another excuse for her. Desperation that he couldn’t find a backup plan. Luckily, they were good kids who could be kept occupied with books and crayons.

Six-year-old Ryan slips out of the car while his father unbuckles his little brother from his booster seat. 

“Hi!” Ryan waves a hand in a wide arc over his head.

“Hey, Ry.” Jeff grins. “What’re you up to today, little man?”

“Watched Bear in the Big Blue House while Daddy chased Luke around.” Ryan walks forward into the garage, completely oblivious to the smirks and smiles on the men’s faces.

“Why was Luke running around so much?” Gareth asks.

The boy with the honey brown hair strolls past the awaiting instruments and plops down on the tattered couch in the corner. Ryan bounces on it a few times, the springs squeaking, and wrinkles his nose in distaste at the skunk-like smell that’s now woven into the fabric.

“Luke got mad and jumped out of the bath when Daddy said he can’t have a pet raccoon.”

The guys snicker, Jeff trying to hide it behind a cough. Frank rubs his nose to cover a smile.

“Yeah, that was my morning.” Eddie lets out a defeated sigh. Luke stands by his side, beaming up at the men with his gap-toothed smile. 

“Hello!” Luke bends at the waist, giving an approximation of a bow. “Daddy said I gotta color nice and quiet so that’s what I’m gonna do.”

With that, the four-year-old climbs up on the couch next to his brother.

Eddie gives his friends a pleading look before crouching down in front of his boys.

“Ryan, here’s your book. Luke, your coloring books. And some crayons. You guys just sit here and chill while we rehearse, okay?” 

Both boys bob their heads up and down, which satisfies Eddie. He presses a kiss to the top of each of their heads before grabbing his guitar out of the car trunk.

“Here we go,” Eddie says as he strolls back into the open garage.

 

The band practices for a good fifteen minutes before the first interruption of the afternoon. Just as they finish up the chorus in their cover of Peace Sells, Luke stands in front of Eddie, waving his hands back and forth erratically. 

Eddie’s guitar licks end with an anticlimactic sour note before being silenced.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows at his son.

“I gotta go potty,” Luke says. 

“Okay,” Eddie says, nodding his head. “You know where the bathroom is in Uncle Gareth’s house.”

“But…” Luke’s eyes travel around the edges of the garage, skimming over the various tools and holiday decorations piled up before looking back at his dad’s face, his blue eyes widening, “I need help.”

“No problem,” Eddie says, keeping his voice as calm as he can. He’s mildly irked, but not at Luke, so he doesn’t want the boy to think he’s upset with him. He’s four, he can’t help when he has to use the bathroom. 

“Alright, you, back on the couch—hey, what’s going on?” 

Eddie steps back into the garage, but it’s not the same laidback scene it was when he left. Gareth and Frank are both kneeling in front of an amp, bickering as they fight for space to look at something between them. 

Jeff is with Ryan on the couch, the little boy’s shoulders slumped. 

“What happened?” Eddie asks, hand instantly going to rub Ryan’s back.

Tear tracks are visible on Ryan’s face, but Eddie can’t find any trace of new tears building up in his eyes, so he takes that as a good sign. 

“I-I got up ‘cause some of Luke’s crayons started rolling away and I tripped.” Ryan points over to where Gareth and Frank are shoving cables at one another. “I pulled wires out of that thing on accident. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!”

“Hey, come on,” Jeff says softly. “It’s okay. Nothing’s broken, the wires just need to be put back in. It’s not your fault Thing One and Thing Two don’t know which wire goes where.”

A small smile cracks through on Ryan’s face.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Ryan affirms with a sniffle and a nod.

Jeff and Eddie push the other two out of the way and swiftly fix the wires. 

A glance at his watch tells Eddie that they’ve got time to practice a few more songs at least. He looks back over at his boys as he slings his guitar strap over his head, frowning when he sees them griping at each other. 

“Boys,” Eddie snaps. Both turn to him with wide eyes. Guilt weighs on Eddie’s shoulders as he realizes his tone was too harsh. “What song do you think we should practice next?”

“The albino one,” Luke says, making Eddie chuckle.

“That’s Smells Like Teen Spirit, bud. And that’s grunge, not metal.”

Luke groans, looking back down at his coloring book spread open in his lap before his head shoots up to stare at Eddie with eager eyes.

“Daddy!”

“What? Got another song?”

“No,” Luke says, waving a dismissive hand with a maroon crayon perched between his thumb and forefinger. “But I’m hungry. Can I have Dino nuggies?”

Eddie drops his head forward and rests his hands on his hips. He can hear his bandmates laughing as he sighs exasperatedly. Taking another deep breath, Eddie lifts his head up. 

“I need a babysitter.”

[thalialunacy]

[Written for the @calaisreno May Prompt Prom. We are in the homestretch, people. It's like… plot (?) from here on in.]

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In his memory, John's mum had had a thousand words for rain. In reality, it was probably more like… twelve, but he never bothered sorting them. Or learning more about them.

He squints up at the overcast sky while Sherlock locks the front door behind them. 'My mum would call this "cloudybright." The kind that makes you want sunglasses despite not being able to see even a sliver of the sun.'

Sherlock raises his arm for a cab. 'That's actually just because--'

'Nope,' John interrupts swiftly, shaking his head. 'Don't want to know.'

Sherlock stares at him.

'Sentiment,' he says with a shrug. Then he climbs into the cab.

---

He's been standing behind Sherlock, who is crouched down examining part of a body, when someone approaches on his left. 'Brolly?' a feminine voice says.

John glances at the umbrella, then at the admittedly curvy and bright uniformed offerer, then at the sky, which has indeed started emitting moisture. 'Huh, I hadn't noticed.'

She shrugs. 'To be fair, it's not actually raining.'

'No, sure, it's more like aggressively misting.'

She laughs, her nose wrinkling. 'That sounds unpleasant.'

'Yes, well, I have been told it ruins a person's hair,' he says with a grin, thinking of Sherlock whinging about the subject several weeks prior.

Then Sherlock stands abruptly. 'We're done here,' he says, not looking at John before stepping away.

John nods briefly at the umbrella-bearer. 'Thanks anyway.'

'Sure,' she says with a high-wattage smile. 

John catches up with Sherlock quickly. 'Cab?' 

'I'd rather walk,' Sherlock says shortly.

They walk for several blocks, Sherlock's temper darkening along with the skies. As the aggressive mist turns into actual sprinkles, John's heart twists a little as he clocks what's going on.

He girds his loins and dives in. 'We agreed that I'd never be able to have any secrets while being involved with the cleverest man in all of Britain, didn't we?'

Sherlock doesn't answer for a moment, and John tries not to let it frustrate him. When the detective does speak, his voice is quiet, with anger but also with what John can only identify as shame. 'We did.'

'Then what is it?'

'You barely noticed her interest.'

'I would think that'd be good?'

'If it weren't because it's so common of an occurrence that you're practically inured to it.'

'Am I?'

'She wrinkled her nose at you.'

'Huh. And?'

'And I've heard that's supposed to be appealing.'

John considers this. 'It's certainly cute when Rosie does it.'

'Don't be obtuse.''

'Sherlock.' John hooks three fingers into one of the Belstaff's pockets, thus arresting Sherlock's movement.

The sprinkling has become soft rain, tepid drops on John's forehead, but he ignores it. They're in the middle of a deserted footpath, so John steps closer and folds his left hand around Sherlock's right palm. He's honestly not sure what to say, and while he's considering his options, Sherlock speaks first.

'I do not enjoy this feeling, John.'

'I know.'

'I never have.'

'I know.'

'It's illogical and unreasonable, which is very annoying.'

John's lips twitch. 'Yeah, I know.'

'I expected it to lessen once I knew what it was, but it didn't. I expected it to lessen once you and I were--' He pauses. 'Once I was assured of your feelings for me.'

'And are you?'

'Am I assured?'

'Yes.'

A ghost of a smile tips one side of Sherlock's mouth up. 'Frequently and soundly, thus far.'

John huffs out a laugh, trying not to let himself feel relieved just yet. 'You can't be too cross with me if you're making rude jokes.'

'I'm not cross with you at all.'

John raises an eyebrow.

Sherlock sighs. 'Must I say it out loud?'

And John understands his reticence, very much so, but they've been intentional about eschewing the Keep Calm & Stuff Down All Emotions bit, despite it being exhausting and really sodding embarrassing. 'Either right now or in therapy next week, yeah. But I'd prefer right now.'

Sherlock scowls, but there's not much heat behind it. 'I take back what I said about not being cross with you.'

John tips up and presses their lips together briefly. 'No you don't.'

Sherlock's free hand touches John's jaw for a moment. 'No, I don't.' He makes a disgusted sound. 'I know it's not to do with you, really.'

'Maybe that's why all the advice is to look inward, instead of trying to find a problem within the relationship.'

'"Look inward"? Have you been dipping into the self-help books?'

John shrugs. 'Maybe. Maybe I want to fix this so you don't feel like hell every time a woman smiles at me.'

'Annoyed?'

'A little.'

'I see.'

'Annoyed mostly that you don't even notice when people smile at you.' 

'That's because I'm not interested.'

'Neither,' John says firmly, gripping Sherlock's hand and looking him hard in the eye, 'am I.'

'I know that. But--' Sherlock makes a frustrated noise and tugs on his wet hair. 'Sentiment.'

The rain has started coming down in earnest. John doesn't care. 'Alright, then,' he says brusquely. 'Worst case scenario, please.'

Sherlock stares at him. A drop of rainwater wanders off the tip of his nose. 'Are you quite serious?'

'Yep,' John answers, popping his P on purpose. 'Worst case scenario, go.'

'That you'll do something idiotic, like find a woman you think better suits, and leave.'

John nods, feeling the rain sneak under his collar. 'And to be fair, I have done.'

'Yes,' Sherlock grinds between his teeth. 'I am aware.'

'So your instinct to fight or flee is rooted in reality.'

'Are you trying to make this worse?'

'No, because I'm not a dick.'

'You're certainly acting like one.'

'So are you! Can't you ever just bloody listen for once?'

'If you were saying something worthwhile.'

'Oh, we've reached that point in the row, have we?'

Sherlock's mobile rings.

He retrieves it and answers it on speakerphone without looking away from John. His lashes are spiked together with raindrops. 'What.' It's definitely not a question. 

Lestrade skips the pleasantries as well. 'We've got a live one.'

Sherlock's head snaps up quickly enough to shake some droplets into John's face. 'Beg pardon?'

'Your suspect just showed up half-dead,' the DI explains. 'And I think you'd agree that he's not clever enough to be faking a broken jaw.'

'It's unlikely. We'll be there as soon as we can.'

Sherlock hangs up and strides away, somehow making puddle-splashing look good.

'We are not done with this conversation,' John calls as he starts after him.

'Yes, we are,' Sherlock says carelessly over his shoulder.

John is glad for the rain cooling his face, which he's sure is red with anger. He sucks in several deep breaths, unclenches his fists, and goes to catch up with his detective.

[ <3 ]

[paladin--strait]

Can you please write a timo meier fic with prompts, 16, 21, and 27. Reader is wearing a Jacob Trouba jersey, and Timo gets chirped by Trouba on the ice, which ends up in a bad fight with Timo throwing cheapshots, and both end up bloody, and a 10 minute misconduct in front of not only reader, but also his parents, who are there by surprise?

leftovers

timo meier x reader

timo is never one for fighting, but when he does, he really gets into it. so when readers ex fling jacob decided to chirp him about reader, timo goes ballistic on him.

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it was not to my knowledge or timo's that his family would be there tonight and if i had known, i would've worn his jersey. but, to their surprise, i was wearing a whole other man's jersey. i had to explain my odd situation of friendship to them, which they nervously understood eventually. i ended up sitting rinkside instead of in the vip booth with them, like they offered for me to do.

i waved to timo when he came out on the ice for warmups and skated over to me. i told him about his parents being there and his eyebrows furrowed, looking up into the booth to see them waving at him. "did you see them? or did they text you?" he asked me, practically yelling so i could hear him.

i nod, smiling nervously. "i saw them. i also had to explain my jersey to them, but it's all okay." he smiles and gives me a thumbs up, having to skate off to warmup.

i walk down to the other side of the rink to the rangers side, waving to my ex fling and now friend. he waves back and continues to warm up. jacob was never one for small talk, but would always wave to me before all his games that i attended. when i was unable to attend, he would always wave at the camera, knowing i was watching from home.

i smile and wave back, walking back down to my seat to wait for the game to begin. it began a few minutes later, the game starting off strong for both teams. it's of course awkward being one of the only fans wearing a rangers jersey at the prudential center, but nevertheless i cheer for both teams.

the rangers and devils rivalry has been around for a long time, seemingly growing stronger since it's beginning in the early 1990s. but tonight seems different. the tension in the air is heavy, practically weighing down all the fans and even the players.

i can tell there's something going on with timo and jacob, both of them practically battling each other over nothing for the entirety of the first and second periods. it all came crashing down 7 minutes and 24 seconds into the third period.

i see jacob say something to timo, and his head whips back to look at him. the anger is evident on timo's face. it's only a split second before timo drops his gloves and his stick, practically jumping on jacob and almost pounding his face in. the referees immediately try to pull timo off of jacob, but they're unable due to the fact that they're both gripping onto the others jersey.

jacob was prepared for timo's attack, dodging the punches and cheap shots that are coming at him. he throws hits back and the two are all over the ice, sliding around. jacob throws timo to the ground and timo pulls him down with him, jacob now on top of timo, throwing punches to his face.

i try to walk around the fans crowding the boards, excitedly watching them fight. i make it behind the devils bench and signal to luke for them to let me in. the staff nervous and confused, let me into the box and i stand in front of the hallway, waiting for them to finally be done fighting.

this fight between timo and jacob has been a long time coming. the two never liked each other from past experiences on the ice and off the ice. jacob now especially doesn't like timo because of him dating me. jacob has always been protective of me, thinking that nobody could be good for me like he was.

the referees eventually pull them apart, sending them off into their separate hallways to go into the locker rooms for the rest of the game. timo walks right past me, looking down at his skates. i'm positive he didn't see me.

"timo?" i say, watching him walk away from me and the rink behind me. he stops, quickly turning around.

"y/n? what are you doing back here?" he walks back to me, looking at me with a confused expression on his face.

"luke told the staff to let me in. timo, what did he say this time?" i cross my arms, looking up at his bloodied and battered face. "i'm going to see him in a few minutes. he's gonna tell me anyway so go ahead and tell me."

"he just...he said something about you wearing his jersey instead of mine and that it shows how much you don't really love me. also, he said something about how he's better in bed than i am and that he couldn't wait for you to come crawling back to him." timo says, the anger on his face now evident while he sets his stick on the wall for the staff to get later.

"oh my god." i roll my eyes, dropping my arms in frustration. "timo, please tell me you didn't listen him."

"i didn't then and i still don't." he finally makes eye contact with me, putting his gloves on the rack to dry. "it was bound to happen. and what the fuck was he talking about? you crawling back to him?"

i nod, "fuck... he's gonna hear it from me, trust. he won't say a damn word to any of you after this." i say, reaching forward and placing my hands on his chest, smoothing down his jersey and looking at all the blood stains.

"i hate to be a pussy about it, but it's you. his chirps are mostly about you. and you didn't answer me. what the fuck was he talking about?" his eyes slit as he speaks, looking down at my hands.

"oh, timo. you're not being a pussy, i promise. he's just trying to rile you up. i promise you, i love you and everything you do. you're all i need and more. you take care of me more than i ever could imagine a man would take care of me." my smile fades, slowly moving my hands down to grab his, intertwining our fingers. "jacob and i used to be a thing. we never put a label on it, but we were like a fuck buddy type situation?"

"are you serious? you never thought to tell me about this?" he asks, brows furrowed with confusion and frustration at my confession. "babe, i wouldn't have been upset if you had told me, but now i find out from him. how do you think that makes me feel?"

"i'm sorry, timo." i look down at our intertwined fingers. "i should've told you. i was in the wrong. i wanted to tell you, but i was worried you would think that i'm like a puck bunny or something..."

"y/n, i'm not mad at you. i'm just upset that you never told me. now, you have dinner to make, i love you and i'll see you at home." he says to me, sadness laced in his words. i instantly feel bad as he walks off into the locker room, thanking the staff who held the door open for him.

as i watch him walk away, i try to think of what to say to jacob. i can't let him continue to act like this towards timo and the guys. i wont accept it.

timo is the light of my life. always making me smile so brightly and making me laugh until i cry from his stupid dad jokes and the memes he sends me. timo is all i could ask for and more. jacob needs to realize that timo is more than what i could ever ask for.

i think of these things while i walk to my car, keys jingling in my hand when i lift them to unlock the car. i get in, shutting the door and leaning my head back on the seat. i'll call jacob tomorrow and see if we can meet up and talk before he goes back to his apartment.

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i pull into the driveway, opening the garage door and pulling inside. i push the button on the little device that's attached my keyring to close it. i type in the code to the house while i lock the car and walk inside, smelling the food that's been cooking in the crock pot while we've been gone.

i shut the door behind me and walk into the kitchen, putting my keys in the bowl by the door. i run up to our bedroom and change quickly into something more comfortable but still comfortable. once i make it back to the kitchen, i start on the sides to go with dinner.

i cook in pure silence, the sound of opening the food packages and the cooking food being the only thing making noise along with my occasional throat clearing from my nervousness.

as i'm stirring the food in the crock pot, i hear the front door opening and footsteps walking in.

"y/n!" timo's dad says, smiling and opening his arms to hug me. "long time no see!" he jokes.

"definitely!" i smile and hug him back, hugging his mom next. i see timo walk in behind them, shutting the door and locking it. "hey babe." i walk over to him and give him a tight hug, kissing his cheek.

"hey, my love. how's dinner going?" he kisses the top of my head, looking down at me.

"good, it's almost done!" i smile, walking back into the kitchen to turn everything off. "will you help me put all of it on the table, please?"

"of course." time says, grabbing some of the pots and pans and putting them on the table. i can tell jacob's words really got to him. he's way quieter than usual. i frown, i hate when it's quiet with timo around, it's always so awkward.

we all sit around the table, talking about the game while we sit at the table. i pray they don't bring up the fight, nervously looking around at them speaking to each other.

"so timo, what did that trouba guy say that had you so riled up?" he dad says, picking at the food in his plate to figure out his next bite. my eyes widen slightly when timo looks over at me.

"babe, do you wanna tell them or should i?" he says, sighing. "they'll find out anyway."

"uhm...jacob and i used to be a thing, not like boyfriend and girlfriend, but more of like a friends with benefits type thing? we were friends before all of that though." i say, my eyes still wide from timo calling me out. "we stopped as soon as i met timo and really started getting to know him. i told jacob that i thought timo was the one for me and that i couldn't continue on with what we had."

his parents go silent at my explanation before his mother speaks, "and why did you wear his jersey today?"

i didn't expect that question, but the truth is the truth. "i always wear his jersey when he plays, i've been doing it for years now. i always ask timo to make sure it's okay for me to wear before do it." i say, hoping they'll believe me.

it's dead silent for the rest of the dinner until they say their goodbyes and walk out the door. i begin to clean up the kitchen whip timo walks them out. i'm putting dishes in the dishwasher when i hear him speak out. "i'm sorry for putting you on the spot like that. i shouldn't have done that to you, especially with my parents with us."

"its fine, you needed an explanation. i texted jacob earlier when i first got home to plan some time for us to get together and talk about what happened." i say, putting the silverware in the basket of the dishwasher. "i really hope that you believe me when i say that we've stopped doing all of that. i'm not going to tolerate what he said to you and i don't think i'll be friends with him after this."

i turn around to see timo looking a little shocked, "i mean, if you want to continue being friends with him, i'm not going to stop you because it's your decision and not mine."

"no, i want to. he's been chirping you and the guys for too long and it needs to stop. i understand that trash talk is a big part of hockey, but he takes it way too far. it has absolutely gotten out of hand and it needs to be put to an end." i say, shutting the door to the dishwasher and walking up to him.

"oh...well, thank you. i really do appreciate your explanation and your apology, i hope you know that i'm not mad or upset with you, i just wanted to know why you wouldn't tell me." he takes a few steps towards me, closing the distance and putting his hands on my waist.

i smile up at him softly, "i'm sorry never told you." i say and he leans down to press a kiss to my lips.

"like i already said, i'm not mad at you, so don't be sorry. i love you more than words could imagine and i'd hate to see you crawling back to a douche like jacob trouba." he says, looking down at me.

"thank you. and i'm perfectly happy with you. you're the light of my life and i could never be happier. thank you for being so perfect." i say, running my fingers down his bicep.

he smiles and chuckles, "we can finish the cleaning up later, i think im ready to eat my dessert now." he takes my hand, running up the stairs with me while we both laugh loudly. our night ends happily and the food stays out all night, leaving the leftovers for us to clean up in the morning.

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Two: Playing Pretend

Posted 24/04/23, Edited 29/06/23

Prompt: Part 2 to playing pretend gotta have Rachel telling off Millie - anon

Pacing Rachel’s front room, kitchen and garden with Dexi following you everywhere, you couldn’t believe what you’d just done had zero reaction from your supposed girlfriend. “Am I dumb? She didn’t say anything, just stood there like a fucking fish opening and closing her mouth! I’ve let her keep me in the closet for 6 fucking years! Everyone must think I’m a bloody idiot!” Unable to form a sentence without using expletives showed just how angry you were as you hated swearing without proper reasoning, this felt appropriate though. Maybe it hadn’t hit you yet but the pure rage you felt for allowing yourself to be silenced for six years overpowered the tears. The real you would never have accepted this from a relationship so why was Millie any different, why did you put up with that for so long?

You paused in the kitchen just long enough for Rach to flick the kettle on and plop Dexi into your arms, she hadn’t been able to get a word in since your arrival but knew having something fluffy to stroke calms everyone down. Grabbing the teas and placing them onto the garden table she gestured for you to sit with her, which you did for a few seconds before your restlessness got the better of you and your legs took you around the garden again. The eye roll earsplittingly loud as she went to rummage through her kitchen drawer and threw you a vape. She knew you were trying to quit but had left one here for emergencies and this certainly was one. “Drink your tea” she said with force to make you stop pacing, placing Dexi on the floor to pick up your cup without sitting down. Tutting at your actions your best friend stood up and directed you to the chair “Sit. Stroke. Sip.” were her instructions as you found Dexi in your lap once again “and then we’ll pretend this goal is her head” as she pulled her nephew’s tiny goal out of the shed and took it to the back of the garden. She always knew what to do and no one else gives better advice than Rach.

Downing your tea so you could get your feet on the ball you took shots one after the other, it was a good way to release anger. “Am I gonna get a go?” she asked as she soft tackled the ball off you which made you smile for the first time today. “Assuming she doesn’t apologise, I’m gonna lose you Daly” you muttered thinking about how she was Millie’s friend way before yours and will obviously stick by her number one. “Oh she will, trust me” as the force she hit the ball with made the goal fall over. Standing there looking defeated your mind started to wander, you wouldn’t just lose your girlfriend you’d also lose your best friend too. “Yeah but what if-“ you started but was swiftly interrupted “no ‘what if’, she will. I’ve been telling her from the start it’s not fair on you, I’m on your side” passing the ball back to you. The anger had left your body slightly knowing you at least had one person in your corner as you swapped from shooting to keepie uppies. You didn’t know that she’d been telling Millie this was wrong from the beginning which somehow hurt even more knowing she ignored her best friend’s advice too. You’d been gone for hours and she still hadn’t reached out.

The next morning while you were still asleep Rachel went round to Millie’s house. The last thing Millie expected was her best friend at the front door at 7am with a face like thunder. “Do we have a date today that I’ve forgotten?” Millie asked rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “What the actual fuck?” Millie’s eyes turned to shock as she didn’t imagine this first thing in the morning. “You don’t think I know exactly what you’ve done and you’re here acting like it’s just another day, are you fucking serious?” Millie looked down at her feet as she visibly gulped, she hates being told off but is the first to give anyone else an earful. The silence was deafening as Rachel saw the same face you did yesterday, mouth opening and closing, she knew how you felt when she didn’t say anything. “Do you really have nothing to say?” the face of disgust from Rachel wondered who the hell the person was in front of her. Walking straight past Millie to the kitchen she done exactly the same thing that she did for you, flicking the kettle on and brought teas to the sofa. “Talk.” she said with the thump of the full cup hitting the table, not giving her the same luxury of comfort in her presence as she did you.

Wrapping both hands around the cup Millie began to talk “it’s just, the longer it went on the harder it became to tell people. I just thought it’d be easier this way” she said quietly. “Did you not think for a second how that would affect (y/n) Mill?” Rachel was determined to fight your corner and knew she would eventually win her over. “Well, she seemed okay with it. I didn’t know it affected her that much” Millie shrugged which rubbed Rachel the wrong way. The body language giving off a ‘don’t care’ attitude. “Really? I’ve been telling you for years, imagine the shoe was on the other foot. How would you feel if someone kept you a secret for 6 years?” sinking into the corner of the sofa and crossing her legs. “Yeah but-“ “no buts Mills, she told you she wants to marry you and you said nothing. How would you feel?” defiant in her stance she wasn’t going to leave until Millie came round. “Pretty shitty I guess” she said looking into her cup. “It’s not just telling everyone she’s my girlfriend though, I’ve never actually come out to anyone apart from you. Nobody knows I like girls too” she said which made Rach a little softer in her approach. “If she knew that she would have helped you with it, she would have supported you with that. Not pretending you’re in a relationship with a man to hide the fact you’re bi babe, that’s not okay.” Millie looked pensive as the first tears she’d shed over this situation started to flow, Rach’s hand reached for the tissues and placed a soothing hand on her shoulder. “So are you gonna fight for her or let her go?”

Part Three

[youwouldntlietopapa]

24- with Primo. Please and thank you.

First, I was hoping for some Primo prompts. I feel like I don't get a lot of chances to write him and I'd like more.

Second, HOW DARE???? I HAVE A HEADACHE NOW FROM CRYING??? WHY??? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME YOU MONSTER??????

Third, I'm not even sorry.

No real warnings on this one except for maybe emotional pain over yet another old man I love. Please refer any complaints to the account above. It's all on them.

Also available on AO3

ahem @the-cardinale just... if you're interested.

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It had always been something when it came to Primo over the years. A few false starts. A few missed opportunities. Always the wrong time, the wrong place. The Ministry, duties, family, Papa, all of it. The stars simply hadn’t aligned. Not like you’d wanted. Not like you’d prayed. And, Satan help you, you had prayed. Each morning and night, before the great altar and alone in your room. Everything you did for the Abbey you offered up as a prayer.

But, instead, you had watched him, year after year. Rising in power, basking in his unholy glory, becoming the man you knew he was meant to be. His radiant beauty and his noble bearing only shining brighter each day. Even as you watched his silken hair of spun gold shift to silver and his taught, perfect skin begin to loosen and droop. Like the finest wine, grown nearly priceless with the passage of time.

If only time had been so kind to us both, you thought, looking into the mirror with a heavy sigh. Pulling your hair back tightly, winding it into a practiced bun at your crown. Trying valiently to put such thoughts out of your mind. The same thoughts you’d been trying to set aside for years… decades.

Fool. It’s too late now. Best to just let him go.

You shake your head and sigh, duty calls and you haven’t risen so high in the ranks to loose your footing now. Just forget it and get on with your day.

You manage it, reasonably well, as you do most every day. Assigning duties to the new Sisters, overseeing others, paperwork, emails, prep for lectures and seminars, making calls about bookings, sceduling meetings. The list is endless. Endless enough to keep you occupied with other things. The way you like it. The way that keeps you sane. Head down, nose to the grindstone.

Right up until you look up and find yourself standing in front of the greenhouse.

You could have sworn you only came out to get a little fresh air, to enjoy the warm early days of fall before the winter chill takes hold. Lost in your own thoughts, a million miles away. While your treacherous feet have betrayed you once more and carried you here, quite against your will. They know the path too well, walked too many times, years ago and all the time in between. Slowly spacing out the visists when it hurt too much to be there. Finding excuses and other places and busy work and anything else that didn’t remind you of the smell of fresh turned earth and the humid heat and sun warmed skin…

“Been a while, Sorella.” His voice catches you off guard. Still low and soft as a summer breeze. The gravel just beneathe is more pronounced than it used to be, but it’s the most beautiful sound in the world as far as you’re concerned.

One hard swallow is hardly enough to clear the decades of desire and regret caught in your throat and threatening to choke you. But it’s all you have before you turn to face him. “… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… to interrupt… I should go.”

But his hand grabs your arm and roots you to the spot. You don’t want to look, too afraid of what you’ll see. Anger, hatred… Lucifer preserve me, indifference. Still his hand holds you firmly.

“Please… look at me.”

And how could you say no? How could you ever say no? Even if it hurts. Especially when it hurts. You turn back and his eyes lock on to yours while the world around you crumbles to dust and the once solid ground falls away while you drop into the pit desperately trying to cling on to him just for a moment. Just for one precious, perfect moment where he might actually be yours. The man that he was, that he is, that he will be. Not the nothing it’s been for so long, too long, so painfully, foolishly, hopelessly long.

“I miss you, mia rosa.” His fingers loosen, sliding down your arm to catch your hand. The sensible part of you is desperate to pull away. You know this pain too well. How it will cut the heart out of you again. Again and again. Like every time before. “Please… please… don’t go. For me.”

“Papa, I…”

“No.” He says firmly. Not angry, just final. “No. Not here. Not from you. Non quando ho aspettato così a lungo che tu tornassi di nuovo qui, amore. Non sono quell'uomo, non per te, non posso esserlo. Preferirei morire.”

There’s a desperation in his eyes you don’t know that you’ve ever seen before and his hand holds on to yours like you might drift away.

“You know my name. You know who I am.”

“Primo... please.”

He’s already closer, so close you have to look up at him. So close you can feel his warmth and smell the lingering scents of the garden clinging to his clothes. His warm, gentle hand cups your cheek and he stares at you until you’re sure he can see right into your soul.

“How long are you going to hide from me? If you won’t stay… tell me how long is my punishment? I need to know. Please. So I can, at least, see an end. Tell me and I will wait, without complaint. But don’t just leave me here. I beg you.”

“Primo…” Decades. Decades upon decades. Still he steals the breath from your lungs and the sense from your head. Just being close is enough to drive you to madness. Every wall you’ve built around yourself to keep yourself safe feels as solid and secure as damp tissue. “The punishment isn’t yours. You know that. You know that. How many times have I told you? I know. I understand. It’s all right. I don’t begrudge you one ounce. But it hurts and it will keep on hurting. It’s no one’s fault… but, Satanas… It hurts until I can’t breathe.”

“Amore…”

“Please… it… it’s never forever, Primo. And I can’t do for now. It’s too late for that. Much too late.” It feels like a betrayal. Like an attack he doesn’t deserve. Just to say it out loud. That the tiny spark of hope that refuses to go out isn’t really enough to sustain you after so long.

For half a second you think he might let go, half a second that drags out into eternity where you are terrified he will let go. It’s one thing to say the words, to insist that it’s what’s best. But your stomach lurches dangerously and your throat tightens painfully at the terror that you might be right. That it really is just… done. And when his fingers slip free of yours, it’s all you can do not to scream until you shatter.

Instead it joins the other, cupping your cheeks tenderly. The warmth of his palms seeping deep into your skin and setting that tiny, dying ember back alight. “Not for now, angelo mio.” He says quietly, gently. His work callused thumb brushes a tear from your cheek. “No more for now. I am done with stolen days. With lost time. No more.”

His lips brush against yours, so softly it’s more like a memory.

“No more puppet pretending to be king. No more smiling court jester.” His brow furrows and his eyes glisten with tears barely contained. “Ho dato loro una vita, amore mio. Non ho mai avuto intenzione di dargli anche il tuo. E sono fauci spalancate e insaziabili. Ma non più. Ho finito. Hanno tutto ciò che otterranno da me. Non permetterò loro di avere anche questo.”

Primo’s forehead presses against yours and you can feel him fighting to control his breathing. Shaking from the effort of holding together. “It can’t be too late. Please. Tell me it’s not too late.”

“Look at me, Primo… really look at me. I’m not a girl anymore. Whoever she was was worn down with time and this is all that’s left. You… you deserve better. More. That girl got old, my love. And there are too many pretty young things here who would make you happy. Give you a son.”

“I am looking at you. You think I am so blind?” He says with a hint of a smile, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “It’s not them I want. And I raised three sons already. I don’t need another. What would I do with a baby, amore? I have my children here.” Primo waves to the garden. “They are enough.”

“It’s you I don’t have and you I want. Always you. Only you.”

“Hell’s teeth, you are stubborn as ever.” You huff.

Primo finally smiles, chuckling softly. His arms wrapping you in his warm embrace. “Si, I am. More maybe. You know how old men get.”

Your hand reaches up and cups his cheek as he did yours. Noting all the subtle changes and all the things that are still the same. Drifting along his jaw and around behind his sun baked neck. Letting your fingers run through his hair. Thinner now, more silver than gold, and still like the finest silk. His eyes slide closed and the hum of pleasure that rumbles in his chest still echoes through your soul.

His lips are on yours again. Tentative at first, waiting for you to pull away, and claiming your mouth deeply, desperately, passionately when you don’t. His strong hand cradling the back of your head, holding you steady. You’re vaguely aware of moving and the sound of the greenhouse door. But none of it matters. Nothing else matters outside of his embrace, the taste of his lips, and the familiar press of his body. When you drop into his old chair, the years fall away and you’re curled in his lap once more. Hands buried in his hair. His own hand deftly loosening yours from the bun, letting it spill down your back. Combing his fingers through with a soft moan.

“Amore mio…” He breathes against your lips. His grip on your hair holding you close. “Forgive me. Forgive me, please. Ask of me anything. I will burn the greenhouse. I will tear up the garden. I will give you the world if you ask. Only forgive me.”

“Anything?”

“Si.”

One hand slips from his hair. Tracing the lines of his face, all the victories and defeats, all the loves and heartache, the joys and sorrow mapped out over the face that’s been in every one of your dreams from the first time you laid eyes on him. Staring back into his mismatched eyes that have seen even the darkest coners of your mind and never once flinched away.

“All I want is all I’ve ever wanted.” Your hand finds his and you lace your fingers together. “You.”

A rosy blush blooms across his cheeks and he smiles a little sheepishly, dropping his head. “Sono tuo, dolcezza. Come lo sono sempre stato. Completamente, interamente, irrimediabilmente tuo.”

“I forgive you. I have always forgiven you.” You lift his chin and smile gently.

“Now kiss me, you fool.”

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Sorella = Sister

mia rosa = my rose

Non quando ho aspettato così a lungo che tu tornassi di nuovo qui, amore. Non sono quell'uomo, non per te, non posso esserlo. Preferirei morire. = Not when I've waited so long for you to come back here again, amore. I'm not that man, not for you, I can't be. I'd rather die.

Ho dato loro una vita, amore mio. Non ho mai avuto intenzione di dargli anche il tuo. E sono fauci spalancate e insaziabili. Ma non più. Ho finito. Hanno tutto ciò che otterranno da me. Non permetterò loro di avere anche questo. = I gave them a lifetime, my love. I never intended to give them yours too. And they are gaping and insatiable maw. But not anymore. I finished. They have all they will get from me. I won't let them have this too.

Sono tuo, dolcezza. Come lo sono sempre stato. Completamente, interamente, irrimediabilmente tuo. = I'm yours, sweetness. As I always have been. Completely, entirely, hopelessly yours.

[pansexualbitch12]

Here is a prompt list sfw style

1. resting your head gently on their shoulder

2. them running their fingers through your hair

3. constant physical touch to feel safe

4. being an expert in teasing the other

5. seeking eye contact

6. understanding each other without words

7. recognizing the sound of their steps

8. moulding perfectly into each other's arms

9. knowing their answer before they say anything

10. kisses on the cheek when they leave the room

11. arguing about minor disagreements

12. having a fight with just looks

13. being annoyed by the tiniest things

14. being unable to be mad for a long time

15. feeling more at ease when the other is by their side

16. always talking about their s/o in front of others

17. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly so they can try to fulfil their wishes

18. holding hands when sitting next to each other

19. brushing through the other's hair while talking

20. trying to make them laugh

21. absurd terms of endearment

22. developing own terms for everything

23. cancelling their schedule just to spend time with them

24. sharing tasks

25. letting out their anger in front of them

26. feeding each other their food

27. making a mental list of everything that happened over the day that they want to share with them

28. kissing to make them stop talking

29. gifts as an apology

30. doing something silly to cheer them up

31. accepting & living with their quirks

32. always pointing out certain annoying behaviour

33. adopting some of their manners

34. knowing where they're most ticklish

35. asking them for advice/help

36. 'your problem is my problem'

37. feeling bad when the other is having a hard time

38. kissing them goodbye in the morning

39. craving their company after a stressful day

40. snuggling up to them at night

Here some nsfw prompts:

1. "Let me see those eyes."

2. "Open your mouth for me."

3. "Please kiss me."

4. "Use your words."

5. "Tell me what you want."

6. "You look so good beneath me."

7. "You can take it."

8. "I can take it.»

9. "You take me so well."

10. "Spread your legs wider."

11. "Louder. Let me hear you."

12. "Keep your eyes on me."

13. "Touch yourself."

14. "Do you want my fingers?"

15. "I can't get enough of you."

16. "You taste so good."

17. "Hands behind your back."

18. "Swallow.»

19. "You are doing so well."

20. "Breathe through your nose."

21. "Don't hold back."

22. "Show me how much you need me."

23. "Say my name."

24. "You can do better than that."

25. "Does that feel good?"

26. "I want you to ruin me."

27. "Do you think you deserve this?"

28. "I want to have my way with you."

29. "Touch me there. Right there."

30. "I will never get enough of you."

[kim-seung-mo]

hi! i love your writing so much! could i request when their s/o who doesn't really vent or complain much finally breaks down? how would skz comfort them? 🥺

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟

or…stray kids reacting to when their s/o who doesn't complain finally breaks down

♩ g/n!reader, hurt and comfort, mostly angst and a little fluff at the end, a lot of crying

♩♩ word count: 2.3k (yeah it's a bit longer than normal hcs)

♩♩♩ A/N: I basically wrote a whole fic on this for chan so I'm just gonna leave a link to that for him

prompt list here (or you can request ur own)

(don't ask me why some (felix) of these are wayyy longer than others...I just got really carried away lol)

Chan

this chan one-shot I wrote pretty much is exactly this prompt but even more pain (?) so if you want a "break-up then getting back together" with a lot of crying, go ahead and read it! If not, here's a shortened version:

He wasn't someone who would take advantage of your patience, or test it.

But stress could sometimes turn his head.

He hasn't slept well for many days consecutively.

From what his members told you, he didn't seem to be eating properly either.

Today you were a little worried and brought along food you made to the studio, but was scolded by him in front of Changbin and Jisung.

You couldn't stand his reaction, but in order not to let him lose face in front of members, you held back your anger and left his studio in disappointment.

He would immediately notice his fault and properly admit his fault to you.

When he saw you crying, he was about to fall to his knees and slap himself in front of you.

"Don't cry, baby, I know I was wrong, it's all my fault… It's my fault, I shouldn't have spoken to you as I did …… Everything you did was for my own good, how could I not cherish you? I'm just… the worst boyfriend ever ……"

You weren't going to be continuously angry at him either, after all, who could stay angry at Chan?

It's just that for the next many days he'd be extra cautious.

Constantly promising you that he'll never throw his temper on you ever again.

Minho

If Chan never tests your boundaries… All I can say is that Minho tries your boundaries 24/7.

At least, it felt like it.

Sometimes you even felt like he might not love you very much.

(You were very wrong, he just might be the most loving person in the world. It's just unfortunate that he's a tsundere who doesn't want to, and doesn't know how to express it)

You knew he liked to tease others, not out of true malice, it was just a way for him to show closeness.

But sometimes, you still thought sometimes, unconsciously, that there was more to his words.

He sensed something off when you didn't answer him with a smile as usual.

He wanted to apologize immediately, after all, hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do.

But before he could say anything, he heard your sob.

In that moment, it was as if all rationality had left his head.

He rushed up and stopped in front of you, wanting to reach out and hug you, but hesitated.

He didn't know if you wanted his hug right now.

"I'm sorry …… I, I didn't mean it like that ……"

You heard an unprecedented level of apology in his tone.

Only after making sure you didn't reject his physical contact did he gently bring you into his arms.

"Y/N…you know the one thing I can't stand to see is you crying ……"

Changbin

Perhaps because you never really expressed that "you needed him ", he had always thought that you were a rather independent person.

You were independent, but that didn't mean you didn't need him when you were vulnerable.

When you came home today, you didn't know why, but it was as if all the stress and emotions of the past few months had come flooding back.

He was always very assertive in what he did, but at that moment he suddenly didn't know what to do.

He felt a pain in his chest, and wanted to try to do something to make you feel less sad.

He opened and shut his mouth a few times, but he couldn't get a single word out.

He had never seen you like this before, your vulnerable side, needing help.

"Y/N…you still have me, I'm right by your side ……"

In the end, that's all he came out with.

But really, just knowing that he was still there for you was enough.

As long as he could show that he cared about you and wanted to help you, it was enough.

Hyunjin

A fight with Hyunjin was essentially a one-sided complaint from him.

No, calling it a "fight" would be incorrect. After all, he was almost always the only one talking.

You had a good temper and you basically didn't argue with anyone as long as they didn't hit your no-go areas.

With Hyunjin, most of the time he would just ramble on and on, and you thought he was kind of cute when he rambled on like that.

But for some reason, you just didn't like hearing him talk like that this time.

For the first time, you got angry with him, raised your voice, and made a face he hadn't seen before.

He froze for a moment, and a feeling of frustration that came out of nowhere came over him.

He hurriedly turned away, not wanting you to see his damp eyes.

He knew it was his own fault, and that it was you who should be more in need of reassurance right now.

But he couldn't stop his disobeying tears either.

For the first time, he saw you angry, at him.

He was afraid.

You took a few deep breaths and largely eased up.

"Jinnie…? I was… I don't know what just happened to me ……"

The nearly 180cm tall man was holding his own shoulders, sniffling like a frightened little animal.

"I'm sorry ……"

You heard him whisper, so faintly that you almost didn't catch it.

"Jinnie?" "I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Y/N ……"

He turned to you and hugged you, grabbing the fabric on your back and speaking in a weepy voice.

"I'll never do it again… Don't make that face, don't get mad at me, I, I don't want to …… I don't want to see you like this, I'm scared ……"

"Don't be afraid… There's no need to be afraid. I would never do anything to hurt you or really be angry with you. And you know that, right? I love you too much ……"

Not sure how long these words were repeated later before he finally was at ease.

Jisung

You always listened to his troubles, his trivialities, his heart.

But every time it was your turn, he seemed to be busy and always had other "more important things" to do.

In your mind, things about him were the most important things.

But perhaps to him, your worries and heartfelt words weren't very important.

"I sometimes… I don't think you actually care about me much at all."

"……. What?"

When he heard you say that, he felt his heart pause.

How could you think that? What on earth did he do to make you think that way?

He thought you knew that he wouldn't be able to live at all without you.

"If you really did care about me, Jisung, why weren't you ever interested in what was going on with my life? Why do you never come to care about me when I look sad and upset?"

It was the first time he heard you say such words, the first time he heard you express your "need for care".

"It's not that… It's not like that. ….. Y/N……"

He frowned and rushed to your side to hold your face in his hands.

"I care about you, I just …… I was just so stupid, I thought you didn't say anything because you wanted to be on your own- I, I was really stupid. It's really stupid now that I think about it …… I'm sorry, I'm sorry …… I'm so awful, I ……"

If you thought Hyunjin had cried a lot, you must have never seen Jisung cry.

He canceled all his work plans that night and stayed by your side to keep you company.

You two cried like that for hours.

Felix

You didn't want to show your sad side in front of Felix.

He was your little sunshine, always smiling and making your every day better.

You thought you should give him all the good things too, not your tears or bitterness.

But what you didn't realize was that he actually took everything in stride.

Every time you held back, every time you silently sighed, it was like a small dagger stuck in his heart.

In his eyes, your behavior was as if you "did not trust him ".

After he had such thoughts, he began to distance himself from you.

And you weren't stupid, you realized within a few days that something was wrong with him.

You felt as if your little sun was starting to dim.

This only made you even more upset and confused.

You finally couldn't stand it and called out to him when he turned away immediately after seeing you.

"Did I do something wrong?"

His back trembled a little.

"Is it because I've done something wrong that you've been distancing yourself from me?"

"I distanced myself from you?" He turned back to you, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Felix?"

"Am I the one distancing myself from you, or are you the one distancing yourself from me? Y/N, you never complain to me, you don't speak your heart to me, you never rely on me! What do you want me to do if you don't show your heart to me?Y/N…I don't want to let go …… But I feel like I'm the only one in love."

You too finally couldn't help yourself. Your clenched fist trembling.

"I don't complain, I don't speak from my heart, I don't vent negative energy to you because I'm afraid it will affect you! I'm afraid you might get upset because of me …… You are already tired from your work, you don't need more burden ……"

"How can you say your business is burdensome?"

He seemed to get a little angry, walking quickly up to you to stare you in the eye.

You had calmed down somewhat when you saw his expression, but your mouth still started moving on its own.

"I want you to see only the good side of me Felix …… I do this because… Because I know deep down that I'm not worthy of-"

He didn't wait for you to finish your sentence as he immediately cupped your face and pressed his lips into yours, making you swallow back the last bit of that sentence.

Kisses with Felix were always sweet.

But this time it was bitter.

"I forbid you to say that, forever."

"You're going to rely on me and say everything to me. You will let me bear with you all the things between the two of us. I will not allow you to hold back by yourself. And you will definitely not be allowed to say ridiculous things like you don't deserve me."

"Y/N, I don't know how many times I have to say "I love you" before you believe me, but if you need 100 times, I'll say it 1000 times. If you need 1,000 times, I'll say it 10,000 times!"

He really was the sunshine that lit up your life, your little sun.

Seungmin

You were really not a person who liked to complain and thought that everything was something that could be tolerated.

Seungmin, like you, was also someone who basically didn't talk about their troubles and liked to digest them by themselves.

But lately, you really felt like the whole world was your enemy, and Seungmin was the only one on your side.

When he opened the door at night and saw you crying alone on the couch, he was absolutely frozen.

He stood still as if his brain had stopped working.

You thought he would laugh at you and take a picture of your crying face and send it to the rest of the members.

But he came and sat down next to you and hugged you silently.

He knew you were under a lot of pressure lately, from all aspects of your life.

Only when you were at home, when you were with him did you find yourself a last safe haven.

How could he possibly laugh at you at such a time?

Where you couldn't see, his eyes were reddened as well.

"It's funny, isn't it, the way I look now ……"

"Not at all."

He tightened his arm around you, trying hard to make you feel his warmth.

"Seungmin…I just feel so tired ……"

"I know, I know …… You can rest now that I'm here."

Jeongin

He was easily driven by emotions and couldn't stand seeing anyone cry.

But especially when he saw you crying, his tears literally slid down in a flash.

He knew that you like to endure stress by yourself, and he watched in silence.

It is just that he is young, and sometimes doesn't really know what to do in the face of such things.

He wanted to help you, but felt that maybe letting you alone was the right choice.

Only when you broke down like now, did he have the confidence to come to your side.

He gently stroked your back and sobbed himself, but insisted on smoothing your breath.

He rested his forehead on your back, didn't speak, simply stayed by your side.

He wouldn't initiate conversation, but if you did, he would respond to your words competently.

After you were "back to normal ", he asked you cautiously about "what I should do next time if this happens again?"

You were amused by his cute and sincere question and reached out to pet his fluffy head.

Then patiently answered each of his questions.

You asked him, too, what he wanted you to do when he was feeling upset.

He was happy that with this conversation, he got to know you a little better and felt closer to you.

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Heya! First off, I wanna say that I really really like your Outsiders posts! They're very well written! Some made me cry. Some made me laugh. Some made me 'awwww'. Anyways, now for the reason behind this ask. if you're still doing prompt requests and haven't done this combination already can you do Dallas and/or Johnny (separately) with with 1, 14, and 24? Make it angsty with a happy ending. Thank you!

Prompts: Thunderstorms, Look me in the eyes, Hold on a second…

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Johnny felt trapped, it was as simple as that. The nearly rotted wooden walls and decaying stone floor had been all he had seen for nearly a week. It didn't matter that the worn in ceiling gave view to the currently dark grey cloud ridden sky. It didn't matter that the broken windows and missing pieces of wood let in the bone chilling, harsh wind into the abandoned church. The walls and floor that surrounded him still felt as entrapping, as suffocating as ever.

He could feel the floor rumble, followed by the sound of the rolling thunder. It crackled through the air harshly, awakening anything it could in it's tracks. The smell of petrichor wafted in strongly and before he knew it, small droplets of rain began to leak through the cracks on the ceiling. They hit his skin, evaporating almost as fast as they fell.

The wind picked up in an energy filled haze, the sky still as dark as ever. But it didn't last long, a bright flash of light illuminated the sky before thunder once again crash down boldly.

Looks like it's gonna be a strong one...

He wondered if it was like this back where you were... back, at home.

He knew what you'd be doing if it was, if he was there with you with too.

You two would be sitting on your porch, not doing anything in particular. Just merely watching the storm unfold, you'd flinch every now in then when the rain blew toward you. You'd be leaning your head against his shoulder, murmuring something random that had happened earlier that day.

He never thought much of those moments at the time. Not because they were boring or unimportant to him in anyway. But because he had grown use to them.

If he knew that he would've ended up here since the last storm you two watched together... he would've soaked in the experience a lot more.

Because in Johnny mind... he'd never be able to do that with you again.

Even if he did come back, he had convinced himself that you'd be livid with him. He left out of nowhere, leaving you in the dust without as much as a goodbye. And the reason why he left would make anyone's stomach twist in shock and fear.

He was sure you hated him at this point...

"Johnny!" Pony suddenly called out, Johnny had hardly felt the light push Pony did to get him out of his own thoughts.

It took him a second to realize that his nails were dug painfully into the palms of his hands. He winced as he opened them again, the small cuts stinging as they got exposed to the cold air.

Johnny already knew the question that he was about to be hit with. But he stopped it in it's tracks before Pony could compose himself long enough to get it out.

"I don't wanna talk about it, okay?"

He was met with nothing but a reluctant nod after that. The rain and almost constant thunder were the only sounds that could be heard after that.

~~~

The next day...

"I said, I don't know where they are!" Dallas repeated for the thousandth time it seemed. His back was turned to you, pretending to be distracted by something in front of him as he spoke.

"And I don't believe you!" You replied strongly, not backing down from Dallas's ever-growing anger.

"It's the truth." Dallas said quickly, trying to seem calm and collected.

"Oh who the hell else would they go to about this?" You questioned with a scoff.

He shrugged his shoulder, not bothering to speak.

"Wait... I do know who they would go to, you!" You exclaimed.

Dallas let out of scoff, finally turning around to face you. "You're wasting your time Y/-"

"Dallas." You interjected heatedly. "I ain't Soda I'm not dropping this until you tell me the truth. So you decide, would you rather hear me talk your ear off all day or are you gonna start telling me the truth?"

Dallas shook his head, looking down at the ground as he did. "I- don't"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me." You interrupted. "And if your as smart as you seem you better not lie to me this time."

His eyes shot back up to you, blazing with a fire of anger. "Listen Y/N-" He stopped, hesitating to speak. "Son of a bitch." He hissed, kicked at a rock at the ground.

"So you are as smart as you seem huh?" You replied, your lips curving into a smile of satisfaction.

"Just get in the car already... smartass"

~~~

"How many hideouts do you have?" You asked as you stared at the old, desolate looking church.

"Lost count a while ago." Dallas replied, you could tell by the tone in his voice that he was proud of that fact.

And sure enough, when you turned your head to face him he was grinning wildly.

"Of course you did." You muttered humorously, eagerly getting out of the car as you spoke.

You couldn't help but wince at the state of the place, it didn't exactly look the most... liveable. You two made your way inside, it didn't look any better than the outside of it. You found them quickly, both of them sleep in the most stable church pews they could find. You quietly walked over to Johnny, not really sure if you wanted to wake him up right away or not.

"Glory…" Dallas muttered in a rough voice behind me. "He looks different with his hair like that." He added with a bit too loud of a laugh.

You looked over at him, giving him a stern look. "Dallas, keep it do-"

You couldn't even finish my sentence before you heard him...

"Y/N?!" He sat up, looking up at you in complete shock.

"Hey..." You replied, sitting down on the freed up space on the pew he was laying in just moments ago. "You've been pretty hard to find you know that right?"

He smiled just slightly before his lips frowned, his eyes down casting the bit of joy you saw before. "Didn't think you'd want to see me after what I did." He admitted darkly.

You didn't know what to say at first, your head turned toward Dallas and a now barely awake Pony. They looked at the both of you, wondering what you were going to say next.

"You and Pony mind if you wait outside for a bit?" I asked hopefully.

Dallas nodded before tugging on the jacket he had given Pony. "Yeah, we'll wait in the car."

"Why would we-"

"I'm takin' you guys out to eat alright? Quit askin' so many damn questions." Dallas muttered, basically dragging Pony out of the church.

"Wouldn't want to see you?" You repeated, giving Johnny an incredulous look. "Johnny, I know you... you wouldn't of done something like that if you didn't have to."

"The fuzz won't see it that way." Johnny replied, staring down at his hands. "They'll just see me as another hood causin' nothing but trouble."

"Maybe they will at first but, there's a trial planned for when you guys get back."

"Oh great-" Johnny said, his face filling with worry.

"No no no, hold on a second." You said quickly. "There was this red-haired girl I talked to... she said you met you at the drive-in that night. She's willing to testify for you guys."

He looked over at you curiously, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he did so. "Wait she's willin' to help us out?"

"Yeah." You replied with a soft smile. "She said she'd tell the judge that they were drunk and looking for a fight. And that you just defending yourself...which you were."

"I-I don't know if I can go back." Johnny admitted reluctantly.

"You have a chance Johnny, a good one at that." You reassured him. "You can't run away forever."

He looked over at you, his eyes swimming in reluctance. "I know." He sighed out. "I know need to... I-I'll... I'll turn myself in."

You gave him a peck on the cheek, wanting to calm his nerves in some way. "Everything's going to work itself out Johnny."

"I sure hope so." He replied, letting out a stuttering breath.

"It will." You said, standing up as you spoke. "Come on, we should probably head out before Dally drives off without us." You added, holding a hand out for him to take.

He took it, standing up on unsteady legs. He still held onto my hand as we began to walk out of the old dingy church.

"Hey, Y/N/N?" He spoke up softly.

"Yeah?"

"I really missed you..."

You looked over at him with a smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before muttering...

"I really missed you too..."

~~~

Might make a part 2 to this lol

Prompts list

Hope you like this one anon! Thank you for supporting my fics and I'm glad you like them so much :)

I have decided to keep requests open for these prompts until September 1st!

So send in a request if you have an idea!

I think I may do prompts every month, but I'm not sure yet lol.

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I’ve just checked your rules and the request post you made with all the quotes so I was wondering if you could write a party poison x reader with the prompts- ‘How long have you been covering this’ and ‘If I survive can I go home’. I was thinking the fic could go like, they find the hurt reader and take them to the diner but they’re stubborn and want to go home and they have an injury that they discover later on and then hopefully the reader stays with them. Or not, you can take it in whichever direction you want, I just thought that’d be a suitable story for it :)

genre: fluff to angst and back to fluff

Pairing: Party Poison x unspecified! reader,

Pov: Party Poison

Title: Define Home

Killjoy Name Used: Sky Hawk (feel free to replace if you want) 

Note: I took the prompts, slightly different story then you asked for.

It happened super quickly. Someone, just outside of the diner, took out nine or ten draculoids on their own. I reached for my gun, but the last draculoid had fallen before I even stepped outside. I wanted to speak, asked who taught them to shoot, but my voice betrayed me. Though the look on my face must have given it away.

“I’m Sky Hawk, from a small group of Killjoys next to the wall,” they pointed in the direction of Battery city, “the Animalistic Killjoys.”

“Party Poison, I’m the leader of the Fabulous Killjoys” I reached to shake their hand, “how’d you end up out here?”

“Was on a part run, my brother’s bike broke and needed a gasket,” they leaned against their own bike, “ran into these guys and got chased all the way out here, which zone is this?”

“Thirteen.”

“Holy shit,” they let out a dry laugh, “oh man, Snakeskin is gonna kill me.”

“Listen, Killjoys are meant to help each other,” I shifted on my feet, “why not stay a while, your bike looks pretty roughed up, my brother could fix it for you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” they took a shaky breath in.

“I insist, come in,” I motioned them to come inside, surprised when they did.

A little over a week later and it had already felt like Sky Hawk was one of us. And though I would never say it out loud, I found them attractive. They were tough, resilient, and actually listened to me. The boys got along with them great too, Kobra was happy to have something to work on, Jet was glad they were able to contain their stupid, that they only let out when Ghoul was around.

“Hey! I know you’re in there! I see your bike!” I loud booming voice was followed by pounding on the door.

“That would be my brother, took him long enough to come looking,” they rolled their eyes, “You could also peak in through the window dipshit!”

He threw open the door and grabbed Sky Hawk by the wrist.

“We have been looking for you for 24 hours! You scared us shitless!” My face twisted at his statement.

“Only 24 hours?” I growled lowly, not letting him walk out the door with what I would consider a new member of our team at this point.

“That’s all they’ve been gone,” Hawk’s brother raised an eyebrow.

“They’ve been here for the past week and a half,” My anger grew every second that the man in front of me struggled to find an excuse.

“He’s never paid much attention to me, it’s fine,” Hawk defended him.

“No, the fuck it isn’t,” Jet stood quickly, his height easily freaking the brother out.

“Fine, then what do I tell Snakeskin?” Hawk’s brother raised his voice.

“Tell her I’m not an animalistic anymore, I’m part of the fabulous,” they snapped, “now let me go.”

He left, stomping his feet and slamming the door. I sighed, almost missing the way Sky Hawk clutched their side and limped back to where they were sitting.

“How long have you been covering this?” I wasn’t even aware that I was the one speaking until Hawk froze and everyone else looked at me funny.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they murmured.

“Lift your shirt then,” they knew they were stuck, lifting their shirt just enough to show a bullet wound, it had scabbed over, but looked severely infected. It was dead silent for a few moments.

“Kobra, Ghoul, leave the room, Jet, I trust you to fix this,” I attempted to keep my face stoic, trying to ignore the drop in my stomach.

Jet nodded as I followed the other two men out of the room.

“It kills you doesn’t it,” my brother whispered, catching ghoul’s attention anyway.

“What do you mean?” I grit my teeth.

“Seeing someone you care for so deeply be hurt so badly and they didn’t tell you,” he elaborated, “you’ve never been good at keeping yourself from falling hard.”

A little while later, Jet came and got me from my room.

“They want to talk to you,” was all he said before walking out. I slowly made my way to the room we had set up for them.

“Hey,” their eyes were red, “’m sorry I didn’t tell ya.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wanted to go home, but,” they let out a sharp breath, “clearly they didn’t care, and then you guys did and-”

“Hey, it’s-” I reached for them, backing out last second, “you’re okay, just, tell me next time you’re hurt.”

I didn’t realise how close I was to them until they reached for my hand.

“Please stay with me,” they weren’t looking at me, but I nodded anyway, sitting next to them on their bed. They leaned into me carefully and squeezed their eyes shut. Not taking long before falling asleep.

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Red card - Darwin Nunez

Who: Darwin Nunez Prompt: "What is going on in that head of yours?" Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of anger, shame and guilt. A/N: this is set just after Darwin got sent off in Liverpool's game against Crystal Palace.

It wasn't often that Klopp had to watch one of his players get sent off, especially not for a violent misconduct like headbutting an opponent, and he was anything but pleased about it. Or better said: he was quite ready to skin Darwin alive. After the final whistle sounded, Klopp just took the time to thank the refereeing team, before stomping back to their dressing room. He even had the feeling that the rest of the team was purposely delaying going back there, because every single member on this team knew what was going to go down in the dressing room now. "You..." Klopp growled angrily, making straight for Darwin. The young striker looked up, wide-eyed. He immediately jumped to his feet and backed away from Klopp a little in fright. The coach looked absolutely livid, and Darwin feared he himself might get headbutted by the German as a retaliation. "What is going on in that head of yours?!" The anger dripped from each and every one of Klopp's words. The coach was getting way too close for comfort. "I..." Darwin stammered, suddenly feeling very small. His initial anger over the red card, had already made way for shame and guilt over his actions. "I lost control." "I am not accepting that!" Klopp now yelled into Darwin's face. "Fix what you need to fix to never let this happen again, because next time I won't be so forgiving!" Darwin quickly shook his head, his breath hitching slightly in fright. "It won't. I promise you it won't ever happen again." "It better not," Klopp spoke through clenched jaws. "Now get changed and go home, but we'll surely be discussing this further tomorrow." Before Darwin could say anything else, Klopp had already turned on his heels and stalked away again, leaving the Uruguayan alone in the dressing room once more. Darwin hung his head, and slowly sank down on the nearest bench. He rested his face in his slightly trembling hands. Klopp's outburst had thoroughly frightened him, and he would surely think twice in the future about setting another toe out of line. The shame and guilt of his actions today, made him want to disappear into a hole in the ground. Tears were very near the surface, but he was still somewhat able to hold them back. He savored the last few moments he still had alone, before the entire team would come stampeding back in. And that was not a moment he was looking forward to... "You'll be okay." Darwin startled as Pepijn Lijnders suddenly stood in front of him. He hadn't heard the assistant coach come in at all. Lijnders smiled down at him in a friendly and reassuring way. "Jurgen's outbursts can be... quite something." "I deserve it," Darwin mumbled brokenly, "I made a big mistake today." "I can't deny that," Lijnders agreed, "but you'll be fine. Jurgen is all about second chances, so he'll find a way to work this out with you." Darwin took a deep breath. In the distance he could already hear the first of his teammates coming down the tunnel and back into the dressing room. Lijnders shortly rested a hand on Darwin's shoulder. He could see the hint of fear in the young man's eyes. Not only Klopp and the team would have thing or two more to say about what happened today, but also the media would be having a field day with this. "You're in for a rough 24 hours," Lijnders said honestly, "but, please, don't let it discourage you. Your time will come to show everyone your worth." "Thank you," Darwin answered softly. He appreciated Lijnders' kind words to him, but he would indeed be in for a hard time. He knew he had done this all to himself, but he surely wasn't looking forward to the coming days.

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Neglected - Part 2

Batfam x Neglected!Batsis!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 (Current) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Thank you all for your support! I’m glad you enjoy my writing! Btw I noticed some parts of Part 1 made no sense bc I was sleep deprived when I wrote it so sorry!

Ages: Alfred (Immortal), Bruce (48-ish), Dick (26-27), Jason (24-25), Tim (17-18), Damian (13-14), Y/N (13-14)

Prompt: You are Damian’s twin sister and have been living with them for 3 years. (CONTAINS CHILD NEGLECT AS SUGGESTED BY THE TITLE AS WELL AS SELF HATE AND INVALIDATING PERSONAL ISSUES BTW I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW IT IS TO HAVE ANOREXIA SO SORRY IF I OFFENDED SOMEONE AND DID IT WRONG)

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It was summer break. School had finished around a week ago and you were glad. This meant you no longer had to fake being alright in front of your friend(s) and pretend to eat. They had started to notice that you had lost an unhealthy amount of weight. When they had asked, you shrugged it off or said you were working out a lot. They believed it and carried on since you were that great of a liar but still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

It was another normal day for you, isolating yourself in your room, slipping into the dining room for meals, grabbing a water bottle instead, and slipping back out, heading to your room once again. (sO mAnY cOmMaS) You had begun to feel lightheaded but quickly dismissed it. ‘They go through so much more than you do, they’ve probably sustained worse injuries. They probably even have more scars than you do from the League! No wonder they didn’t let you join them on their nightly adventures. You’re a weak and pathetic girl.’ You thought.

You heard a knock on your door after three hours. You made your way to the door and opened it to see your twin brother standing there in a suit. “Y/N, what have you been doing?! The gala is in an hour, get ready you insufferable harlot!” He yelled, then trudged his way down the stairs. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me, GALA? Since when the frick was there a gala happening? I was never informed and he somehow expects me to know?’ You thought.

Rushing towards your closet, you searched it until you found your F/C dress/suit (cause I love women in suits it screams power as it should) and matching flats/heels and quickly put them on. You rushed over to your vanity and did your hair and/or makeup. Satisfied with your look, you attempted to stand up only to fall back down onto the chair you were seated at. You became dizzy all of a sudden and the room seemed as if it was spinning.

It became harder for you to remain awake and you felt your eyelids become heavy. They soon fluttered shut, your body falling limp. Your body fell off the chair you had been sitting on to the floor with a thud. Back downstairs, your family was impatiently waiting for your arrival. They had thirty minutes until the gala began. “Where’s Y/N?” Bruce questioned. “She was unaware of the gala, Father. I suggest we carry on without her. She’s nothing but a nuisance and dishonor to the Wayne name.”

“Don’t call her that demon spawn, she’s more of a Wayne than you’ll ever be.” Jason retorted, defending you. He didn’t like how Damian referred to you. He never called you by your name, only insults. Damian hated Tim, but he still called him by his name. Jason could never comprehend how or why Damian resented you. You were such an amazing person. You were sarcastic, witty, funny, and had a big heart.

“That’s enough Jason. Dick, go check on your sister.” Jason was shocked when Bruce hadn’t reprimanded Damian on how he disrespected his sister yet did so to Jason who was trying to defend her. It was clear to everyone that Damian had always been the favorite blood child. Jason hated this a lot. He knew how much of an amazing person you were and that you didn’t deserve such mistreatment. Heck, even Alfred sometimes forgot you existed. Not that he meant to, he just didn’t know you well and you didn’t speak often.

As Dick disappeared up the stairs, Jason turned to Bruce. “Why aren’t you defending your daughter? Is it because you agree with him? That she’s just another mishap of yours? That Damian’s the better one?” Jason said, raising his voice slightly. He couldn’t help it, his anger was rising. He was done with Bruce pretending like you never existed. Before Bruce could respond, they heard Dick call out to them.

“Guys! Y/N fainted! Her pulse is present but weak. She has no physical injuries, but she’s extremely thin, pale, and light.”

They rushed over to her and examined her. Dick was right, you were extremely thin and pale. “Call an ambulance!” Bruce commanded Tim. Tim spoke over the phone and soon, an ambulance arrived and carried you away. Everyone loaded into the limo and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

—-

Hi everyone! So this has turned out way longer than I expected it to be so I think it will be either 3-5 parts in total. Thank you so much for your support and I’m glad you like my writing!

[rockingrobin69]

Red

1.6k of roommates + hint of ‘there was only one bed’ for my dear @colormehazelnut, who asked for prompt 24: “Simple? No, darling. This is anything but simple.” Rated M. 

“What the actual fuck, Malfoy?”

Draco turned, keeping his face perfectly straight. “Problem, Potter?”

“I’d say there’s a fucking problem, yeah. Where the hell is my stuff?”

“What stuff?”

He didn’t use to know how many shades of red existed before he was assigned Potter as a roommate in Muggle uni. There was rose, for example, when Draco would say anything nearing an innuendo (only to mess with Potter, of course); scarlet when Potter caught him staring; crimson when he was angry, and burgundy when he was really angry; ruby when he was near bursting point; and that one legendary time he reached maroon, when Draco was coming out of the shower and his towel slipped. By accident.

“My bloody stuff, Malfoy.”

The colour on his face now was in the vicinity of vermilion, so there was still a bit of time. Draco allowed himself a perfunctory eyeroll. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“You don’t?” red increasingly became darker on his cheeks. “My hockey uniform is gone. My clothes are gone. My fucking books are gone. Are you trying to say everything just suddenly disappeared?”

“Well, let’s see. Your hockey uniform and the rest of your dirty clothes were scattered all across the floor of our shared bedroom, which I quite enjoy being able to walk. Your books were on my bed, gods only know for what reason. So if you want to know where they are, I’d suggest checking the lost and found section in the library.”

“You haven’t,” Potter gasped, quickly reaching carmine red. “Tell me you haven’t Banished them? Someone might have seen!”

“I did no such thing. I took them myself.”

“My socks?” Potter’s eyes were wide and beyond seething. “You took my socks to the fucking library?”

“Oh, no, of course not. I incinerated them.”

“You what?”

Draco sighed, long and anguished. “Your books are in the library. Your hockey gear is dumped on top of your locker. Your socks are gone, and not a minute too soon, I assure you. They were a fire hazard more than anything else. You should thank me, if anything; I did you a favour. By –”

He ducked just in time to avoid being hit in the head with Potter’s backpack. “You impossible fucking prick –”

Burgundy. Time to go. “Well, then. I hope you learned your lesson. Next time maybe try putting things where they’re actually intended to go.” And with those parting words he bolted, leaving a ruby-red Potter to ogle at his magnificent arse.

*

“Oh no. Oh, no, you did not do that.”

Potter turned a page in his book, sitting on his bed, entirely too smug. “No idea what you’re on about.”

“Right. And you’re telling me that you got my wardrobe, my shelves and everything on them to disappear without using magic? Oh, you’re going down for this, Potter. I’m reporting you to the dean.”

The smugness should have made him less attractive, but unfortunately, this was not a fair world. “What would you tell him, exactly? That your roommate used a spell in the dorms? Please. You’ve got nothing. Also, coincidentally, you’ve got nothing.”

“And where, if I may enquire, are my things?” Draco thought he was doing a tremendous job of keeping his tone casual. His lip twitching in anger, though, could not be helped. He will need to smash a few things in order to get past this. Preferably, some of Potter’s things. Maybe his stupidly gorgeous cheekbones, for one.

“You know the big statue in front of the English department?”

Draco swallowed what would have been a really loud swearword. “You’re joking.”

“Nope. It’s all neatly arranged, though, don’t worry. Plus I’ve spelled around it to make sure no one tries to take any of your shit. It’s some really expensive clothes you have, after all, or so you keep telling me.”

Quickly, clinically, Draco considered what would be the best reaction. He’d need time to plan a retaliation; shock had rendered him unable to find the perfect phrase to piss Potter off his smirk. “Is that – is that all my clothes, out there?” he asked, voice a little weak. His perfect Armani suit. The unicorn-hair jumper. Outside, where trees and animals lived.

“Yup. All of them. Every single garment.”

Anger bubbled in his abdomen. He had to strike back. Sadly, the best he could come up with was: “My underwear, too?”

Potter blushed, still in the rose area. His smile was vicious, though. “All of it.”

“Well, that’s a shame, seeing as I’m not wearing any at the moment. I thought I’d change coming here, but… guess it’d have to wait.”

He had to admit Potter won this round; however, seeing as he was a nice shade of tomato when Draco stormed out, at least he didn’t leave scot-free.

*

The problem was, topping Potter’s latest prank had not been easy, especially because Draco was resolved not to use magic. The plan he formulated in the end wasn’t his best, no. But Draco simply had to do something; his precious clothes had been victims of this war. Peace was not an option.

Which explained why he was wearing nothing but Potter’s clothes the next night, when Potter came back from practice.

“Shit,” Potter cried, dropping his bag on the floor. “You – is that my hoodie?”

“Indeed.” Draco turned around, pretending to pick up Potter’s pen. He could hear the aborted gasp well enough, so he wiggled his butt a bit.

“Are those my jeans?”

“Sure are. They’re a little tight on me, wouldn’t you say? In the crotch area, I mean.”

Potter was a pleasant shade of wine-red as Draco pulled back up, offering him the pen. He didn’t take it. He also didn’t take his eyes off Draco.

“You – but – why?” he swallowed a couple of times fast, and Draco couldn’t really tell what was the meaning behind the hot shiver that ran up his spine.

“You took my clothes. I took yours. Now we’re even.”

Potter’s green eyes were so wide. “You took mine first!”

“They were dirty clothes, long past overdue for a wash. Your socks had more holes in them than actual material. Grow up, Potter.”

“Me grow up?” he spluttered, striding forward in his fury, giving Draco no choice but to back against the wall. “You’re the one who started all this! It’s very simple –”

“Simple? Oh, no, darling. This is anything but simple. You messed with my suits. You had to be taught a lesson.”

Potter really was quite close to him now, breathing hard in his face, alarmingly crimson. “So you thought wearing my clothes would teach me? Are you wearing my boxers, too?”  

“I,” Draco discovered he couldn’t quite swallow, “I… why, did you have any knickers I could have taken instead?”

“Knickers.” Potter pushed him against the wall, rough, and Draco’s knees went weak. “You want to wear knickers.”

“I never said I wanted to wear –”

Potter growled. Literally growled. Draco couldn’t remember how to breathe properly. “How about we get you out of my clothes, then?”

“I…” Draco had to close his eyes for a second there. “I thought – aren’t you mad at me?”

“Mad,” Potter agreed, and his red-red face was only inches away. “Crazy. You drive me absolutely bonkers. You and your pranks and your rules and your stupid innuendos, you drive me mad. Did you know you have the pinkest lips I’d ever seen?”

“I beg your pardon?”

His outrage seemed to have fueled Potter, because now he was grinning – leering, more like. “Yes, I think I’d like that.”

“Potter!” Draco failed at taking a deep enough breath. “Potter, wait, I don’t –”

“Fuck, I can’t, I can’t think straight when you pout like that. With those pink lips of yours. I can’t help but imagine how they’d look around my – OUCH! What are you doing, you lunatic?”

“I wanted to check if this is a dream or not,” Draco gasped.

“So you pinched me? You’re supposed to pinch yourself!”

“Seemed like a waste. I do like making you squeal.”

Potter’s grin turned feral. “So… How about I finally learn what that pink tastes like?”

Draco didn’t tell him he wanted to learn just the same, but about Potter’s cheeks, crimson – no, ruby – no, maroon – no, Draco couldn’t tell, his whole head was on fire. “Well, I mean. You did come to uni to learn something.” And then he kissed him, and Draco forgot to think any more, about anything.

*

“What on earth – what now, Malfoy?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Potter strode into the room, scowling, but the edge of his lip quivered. “Where the hell did my bed go?”

“Your what now, sorry?”

“My bed.”

Draco couldn’t help a smile. Potter’s cheeks were beginning to redden, just the way he liked them. “I can’t quite recall. Perhaps it’s on strike, seeing as you never bother to make it in the morning.”

“I see. And what am I paying for now, if you don’t mind telling me?”

“Why do you think this is payback?”

Potter sat down on the edge of Draco’s bed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know. Seems like your favourite way to take revenge on me is to vanish my stuff.”

“Oh, this isn’t revenge. I just thought… well. We don’t really need two beds anymore. And I hate when the room’s untidy.”

“You’re mental,” Potter said, but it came out entirely too fond. Draco’s heart beat stupendously fast. “Come here. Let me kiss my idiot boyfriend.”

Red was such a vibrant, ever-changing colour; there were so many more shades of it than Draco had first thought. There was cerise, for example, when Potter felt flattered. Or cardinal, when he was embarrassed about saying something gushy. Or raspberry when he first told Draco he loved him. Draco couldn’t wait to learn what other shades existed, what hidden meaning they had. It went without saying that red was his new favourite colour.

Prompt me!

[dreamkidddream]

I’m the Doll!MC Anon and I just wanna say I’m so glad that you enjoy a soft/delicate!MC and I really didn’t expect it to get so much love!

Since I kinda want to be evil and see the boys be overprotective, can I request hc’s of them seeing Doll!MC getting hurt by some lesser demon that bumps her into the ground and she gets a bruise? 🌚

Omg Doll Anon I wasn’t expecting it to get so much love either (here’s the original Doll!MC HCs if anyone wants to read)!! So I actually had your request saved for when I was done with the prompt special bc it’s so good, so I decided to combine them and I have definitely been waiting to write this 😈😈 Reader is gender neutral!

CW: mention of blood (nothing graphic) and spoilers for Lesson 16 (Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, and Belphie’s part)

The Brothers and Diavolo with Doll!MC who Gets Hurt

Lucifer

Okay whoever is dumb enough to hurt you in front of him deserves this 100%

The air around this man is already more than intimidating, so whoever tries this is a poor, stupid soul

When he saw you fall down the stairs, he felt his stomach turn. He already caught you before you could injure yourself further, but after seeing the blood coming down your face, the damage was already done

Now, Lucifer is the brother who always has control over himself and what he does. But, we also know that how his temper can get, especially when it comes to his family

This demon is dumb enough to push you but not dumb enough to crack a smile in front of him, especially with how tense Lucifer is getting right now

He sat you up and tried to remember some first aid techniques to stop the bleeding. You’re on the verge of losing consciousness, but you’re okay right now. He’ll take you home, but first-

His glare is making the demon freeze in place right now, and the anger radiating off of him is petrifying

How dare- how dare this fool harm you, in front of him no less?! Did they think that he wouldn’t do anything? That Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, one of the strongest demons to ever grace the Devildom, would just idly stand by and let this happen?

He’s stalking towards them, and he can feel his fangs showing and his diamond appearing on his forehead, growling out how they will pay for this-

But he’s stopped by Lord Diavolo, who was shocked by the scene. You’re unconscious, and Lucifer has this poor student hanging in the air by their uniform, claws ready to slice through them. Needless to say, he understands why his close friend is upset, but for everyone’s safety he should just take you home like planned

You thought Lucifer was a helicopter parent before? You haven’t seen NOTHING yet

He would start inviting you more to his room to sleep in his bed while he works away, and it started happening so much that he didn’t even ask anymore and started expecting you to always be in there

So instead of him being glued by your side, you’re glued to his. It’s obvious that he can’t let you out of his sight without something happening (again), so hope you’re ready to see experience Lucifer’s daily routine from sunrise to sunset and a whole new set of rules. Basically playing follow the leader, but with a lot more handholding and kisses

You had to practically beg to be back into the kitchen, and he only relented when he could be the one to supervise you, and even then he still didn’t want to hold anything sharp or be near anything that could injure you (which is pretty much everything)

The main one to put a stop to his brothers’ schemes, handing out harsher punishments than before each time they try to involve you. This man is not playing any games with anyone

You know he means well, he was already overprotective from the start, and this is just his way of showing that he cares about you. You can tell every time he gives you that soft look in his eyes, and the regret that he shows every time he catches sight of your bruise. He may not like to be vulnerable, but he couldn’t hide his emotions from you too long. You’re like a weakness to him, one that he isn’t against indulging in

And he hasn’t forgotten about that student, oh no. He made sure to have a nice lengthy chat with them when you both returned to RAD. You didn’t question it when he informed you that the student had been rightfully punished and no longer an issue, and you tried to ignore the red dots splattered on his shoes, or that sadistic gleam in his eyes...

Mammon

This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening-

The blood is pouring from your head, and your eyes are closing too fast for him, and his heart stops

You look lifeless, like when Belphie killed you, when he was too late to save you-

He’ll never forget that image, it’s drilled deep into his mind, forever a reminder of his failure to protect you. And now he failed again-

This demon is gloating about this, and that’s when he snaps

He was already in his demon form and beating the life out of them when he was restrained. Many people were shocked that he was capable of this, that Mammon the scumbag, Mammon the dummy, Mammon the punching bag was capable enough to be this dangerous, this deadly. He’s the second born after all, and he’s the strongest right under Lucifer himself, and he holds a lot in

He could- he would do a lot more because they deserve it, but just seeing you so still, it snaps him out of it. You’re more important to him than getting his anger out, and you’re the one he needs to be focusing on right now. But rest asssured, this isn’t over

You thought he was attached to you before? He is glued to your side 24/7 and will not be leaving anytime soon. Ever since you woke up he never let go of you, calling you “his human” and just hugging you tight

Also if you have to go down the stairs you guys are FLYING no exceptions! The stairs are the devil in his eyes (how ironic) and he will not be risking anything with you

If you guys aren’t out and about under his careful and watchful eye (and I mean very careful, he’s like your very own bodyguard but with a lot more growling and snapping on strangers than usual), then you’re in his room doing whatever. Watching movies, playing cards and somehow beating him every time (he swears that he isn’t letting you win! Lies), whatever you wanna do. As long as you’re with him, giggling and safe, he’s happy and stress free

You mean so much to Mammon MC, he can’t even tell you if he tries. Under his tsundere traits, he really loves you, like really loves you! He’s just so scared of being rejected and losing you a second time. But now that he knows you’ll always be there for him, he’s going to do the same for you (but he already was even if you didn’t like him) He hates looking at that bruise right now, but it’s set as a reminder to not let something happen to you again

Also, another thing that people forget about Mammon is that he can talk to crows. So it wasn’t much to have them track down the person who caused you pain, and it didn’t take long for him to find them either. He thinks that the aftermath will set a good lesson for everyone else who continues to underestimate him when it comes to you: don’t

Leviathan

See, this is why he never leaves his safe haven AKA his room!

After he saw your head hit the ground hard, he was freaking out. He doesn’t know what to do, he wasn’t prepared for this! He tried shaking you to keep you awake, but your eyes were steady closing

Everything is happening in slow motion. You’re slumped over on the ground while the person who did it is laughing at him

If anything, the person who did it should be the one on the ground, not you, not his Henry. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair!

The demon stopped laughing when their windpipe was getting crushed by the second. They couldn’t even try to loosen the grip, Levi’s tail is rather strong, and so is he. He is the third strongest out of his family and the Grand Admiral of the Navy, yet people tend to forget that

Everyone knows how bad Levi’s tantrums can be, but this isn’t just a tantrum, it’s much worse. Had the brothers not intervene, he would have done much worse than summoning Lotan (which he was on the brink of doing anyway)

When you did wake up, he was so upset. Of course he let this happen, he’s just a worthless otaku who couldn’t even keep his crush safe-

OMG why are you hugging him and patting his head?! Quit it- well wait, this does feel kinda nice...Ugh you’re such a normie! Getting hurt so easily and still trying to put a smile on his face. But it does make him feel better

He rarely left his room before, and you guys are definitely not leaving it now. It’s like having a sleepover, but it never ends. That sounds great, right MC? Endless marathons of TSL and other anime, co-op video games, trying on his cosplay outfits that he made (some even made just for you and he needs to cover that bruise somehow), it’s going to be so fun and you’ll be safe with him! Who wouldn’t want that??

We all know that Levi is very self conscious. He knows that he isn’t confident like Lucifer and Mammon, or attractive like Asmo, or smart like Satan or Belphie, or physically fit like Beel, he knows. But every time you listen to him ramble on about this new anime show that he wants you guys to binge, or when he rants about a stupid move his teammate did in an online match, he feels valued. He feels loved. And while it’s hard for him to express his feelings, it’s no doubt in his mind that you’re important to him, and that he’s beyond happy that someone like you is his best friend

One day he’ll get the courage to say those three words, but he hopes that you already know with everything that he does for you

For example, Levi is an aquatic demon, and he has the ability to communicate with all types of sea creatures. Granted, he knows right from wrong, but in his eyes he’s taking care of the problem. So it wouldn’t be a huge issue if he used them to clean up the remaining mess of said problem, right? I mean, his venom can only do so much, and he doesn’t need anyone questioning him, and Lotan does get hungry...

Satan

He could only see red. Both from his anger surfacing and from the fact that you’re bleeding

He had his claws wrapped around the neck of the one responsible before they could even think about running. This- this filth dared tried to escape after he hurt you? And they thought that Satan would just let them get away with it?

They must forget that he’s the Avatar of Wrath, the one who doesn’t show mercy

He just kept pounding the demon into the ground, over and over and over and over. He didn’t even care about the blood splatter it was leaving on the lockers or on him

He was this close to finishing them off when he heard you call out for him, and it took everything in him to drop them. He squeezed their neck a final time, not even close to being satisfied with the whimper he heard, and growled out a promise of that he will find them and will make sure that they suffer before he threw them down. They better count themselves lucky that they get to crawl away in one piece (for now), because had you not been there-

Oh, he is seething the more he thinks about it

But you bleeding is a distraction from it, even if it is making his stomach turn, it’s helping him know that he needs to help you now

He didn’t have to let his brothers know as they came to see what the commotion was, and Lucifer (even if he didn’t want to believe it himself) was anxious that he was the cause of it. But after he saw the hold he had on you and another demon barely clinging onto life, he knew otherwise

It was decided that you two going home would be the best course of action (which it didn’t matter to Satan, you both weren’t going to stay here whether it was demanded or not), and he calmed down enough to properly treat you

You didn’t leave his room for the rest of the day, and he even gave up his bed for you to lie in so that he can do some research. The human body is a complicated thing, but Satan can learn it like the back of his hand just for you. So just go ahead and rest for now MC- or maybe not, you might have a concussion according to this book and if you do he needs to monitor your condition!

Even after you were healed, he didn’t let you out of his sight and daily checkups were a must. Dr. Satan is in the building!

You eventually moved back into your room (you would have stayed longer but he’s a little nervous with his towering stacks of books and doesn’t want anymore accidents), but he practically moved in with you with how much he comes over, either falling asleep at your desk reading a book or falling asleep in your chair right next to your bed

Very reluctant to have you around stairs, it makes the hairs on his neck stand up. He’ll let you go down the stairs ONLY if you’re holding his hand. If you’re upset with those conditions (spoiler alert you’re not), then you better be ready to learn some teleportation spells (but even then he’s still not leaving your side)

He doesn’t hold his temper back with the others when it comes to you for the time being. If he even senses that Mammon, Asmo, or Levi is coming to you with something that can cause trouble, he’s growling at them to leave you alone, horns slowly coming out and tail whipping furiously

However, he tries not to lash out in front of you. He realizes that he lost control with that demon, and how it could have terrified you had you been fully conscious, but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s just a monster. He wants you to continue to treat him like you do now, and not have the image of bashing someone’s bloody body on the floor repeatedly

Speaking of bashing someone, Satan made well on his promise of coming back. The demon thought that avoiding coming back to school would save them, but Satan is a genius, and has many associates that he can sweet talk to get what he wants. It didn’t take much to figure out where they went, and he made sure to get out all of his pent-up frustrations from that fateful day. He felt better when he came home, but he needed to take a shower before he went to see you...

Besides from that, he does appreciate the peace that you do bring him. You just have this aura around you that’s so calming to him, and he needs to steal you away more he realizes

Also you make better cat-themed desserts than the cafe and he can’t risk Beel eating them all again

Asmodeus

He’s shook, and not in the good way

He just had your hand in his, complaining about how you cuticles look so good and his is lacking and how guys have to go to the nail salon after class, and then your hand is jerked from his, your form at the bottom of the stairs

The blood staining your uniform is alarming, but he can’t worry about that now. He’s trying to keep you talking, but you’re already on the verge of passing out

“MC, you can’t sleep yet! We have plans to go to the nail salon remember? And I need you awake so we can talk about what matching color we’re getting! So what color should we get now, MC? MC? MC!”

He’s trying to keep himself from panicking, but he can’t help it! You’re suppose to be smiling and laughing with you, loving him, but you’re unconscious on the ground, and he’s scared

Quickly dials Lucifer and tells him the whole situation, and he’s surprised to find himself blinking back tears

The demon who did this is long gone by the time Lucifer and Diavolo come, but he remembers the face, and he has something exciting planned when he comes face to face with them

Obviously you have to go home, but Asmo is so distraught that he has to go home with you. But when you wake up, prepare to be tackled to the bed with him crying his eyes out. All you can do is try to comfort him and tell him that okay, giving him little kisses on his cheek

But now that the sadness is out of the way (all this crying and worrying is causing him stress wrinkles), it’s time for a makeover/stress relief!

Fashion shows, makeovers, painting nails, face masks, the whole nine yards. All in the comfort of his dazzling room!

It’ll make you both feel and look better, and honestly you two need that right now. It also gives him the opportunity to cover that unappealing bruise. Your beauty outshines it but it’ll be best to cover it up for your and his sake (mainly his)

Every time Asmo sees your bruise, he gets upset and he’s tired of being reminded of what happened. He knows that he’s only loved for his looks, his vanity, but you see more in him than that

You’re...you’re the first person that loves him for him entirely, not because of his features. And when he tells you that he loves you, he honestly means it. He would have never thought he would fall so deep for someone, let alone a human, but...he’s glad that it’s you. He’s happy that it’s you

Which is why he wants to keep you safe and injury-free. Plus, your skin is too pretty and doll-like to be roughed up!

You guys still go out of course, he just has a better eye on you now. This one incident isn’t going to hold him back for picking out new cute outfits for you!

And don’t think he forgot about that demon who caused all of this in the first place. He actually waited by their locker, and convinced them to come with him. But what should Asmo do with them? He could always have them steal Beel’s food, annoy Lucifer, say something horrible about Ruri-Chan, the possibilities are endless! As long as they don’t cause him to get dirty, of course

Or maybe they should do something so severe that they have no reason than to leave RAD forever, or even leave the Devildom forever, depending on how far he’s willing to take it. He’ll do anything if it means you’re safe and he gets to keep you all to himself

Beelzebub

He thought it was an accident at first, you get so excited about things that you stumble over your own feet sometimes, but he’s always there to catch you or pick you up

You keep saying that you’re okay as he’s holding onto you, and after he sits you up he’s confused because he smells blood. His heart is beating a little quicker, and you’re not talking anymore, and your head is drooping, and that’s when he sees the blood running down the side of your face

He’s starting to panic, and he’s so scared that if he tightens his hold against you he’ll just make things worse, that he’ll just hurt you more. But he needs to go find Lucifer, he needs to get you help, you’re feeling so light in his arms and it reminds him of the Celestial War when he witnessed his sister dying-

He hears someone snickering behind him, and that’s when he loses his temper

You’re a part of his family now, someone that he loves and cares for more than he can describe, and they did this to you? Someone who wouldn’t even squish a bug, someone who made him late night snacks without even asking, always there to give him hugs after his games no matter how sweaty, someone that put his family back together and they did this to you?

Lucifer and Mammon struggled to hold him back after they found the demon flung through the wall, laying under the rubble. Beel just kept growling, fangs bared and wings buzzing. He won’t stop trying to get out of their hold, and he keeps inching closer and closer to the demon, and it’s only a matter of time before he finishes what he started

You were already in the infirmary getting treated, and Beel isn’t calming down anytime soon so you were both escorted home

You woke up to Beel upset and pouting. He’s so worried about you that he couldn’t even eat. Beelzebub could not eat, that’s how you knew this was a something serious

Poor Beel was so terrified of hurting you himself that he failed to protect you from the people that do want to hurt you, or worse

But this won’t happen again, he swears, both to you and himself. Move over Mammon, Beel is officially your new bodyguard!

Wherever you go, Beel is right behind you, literally. He’s like your shadow, just bigger and a lot more...menacing. Also isn’t taking any chances with Mammon’s schemes, just carrying you away before he can even open his mouth about another get rich quick plan

Speaking of carrying, you are not allowed to walk down the stairs anymore. As soon as you step near some you find yourself in his arms like it’s nothing. Both at home and at school, it doesn’t matter to him

Also he’s very cautious to have you around people besides his brothers, and the exchange students (but he’s still hesitant about Solomon, anyone who can cook food like him is automatically getting the side eye)

Also you practically moved in with the twins, and it’s nothing compared to the sleepovers before. Belphie sleeps easier, Beel’s stomach is satisfied (eating your homemade sweets with you is better than everything combined at Hell’s Kitchen, and trust me he knows) he feels all warm inside, and you’re protected. Everyone’s happy!

Beel is a sweet guy, just don’t come in between his family or his food. After that whole incident with the demon, everyone has come to understand that, especially after seeing just how much damage he caused both to the demon and the school in so little time...

Belphegor

If he was sleepy before, he’s completely awake now

You’re holding the side of your head, and he can see the blood seeping through your fingers, groaning in pain. You keep trying to say that you’re okay, but your words are starting to slur and he’s getting nervous, he’s getting scared

It’s reminding him too much of his worst mistake, of what he did to you, when he murdered-

No. He doesn’t need to be thinking about that right now, especially when the person who did this is bragging about it while your body is slumped over. Right there, he knows what exactly needs to be done

Belphie was already in front of them before they even registered it, and didn’t give him any time to form an excuse. His claws were already at their throat, inching deeper and deeper the more they swallowed

“I should just slit your throat now, it’ll be easy and not a lot of work. But you deserve much worse than that. You’ll wish I did by the end of this.”

After a tap to the demon’s forehead, they just collapsed before him, unmoving. He didn’t even look down when he stepped over them (or rather stepped on them) to get to you. You’re passed out, but still breathing. You can’t stay here like this, and he refuses to tell Diavolo or Lucifer. He’ll figure something out, maybe Satan has some books in his room on what to do...

When you woke up, you found yourself wrapped in blankets and Belphie sleeping beside you, arms wrapped tight. You were confused, when did you get home? You remember walking with him down the stairs, but everything was blurry after that. What happen-

“You’re always thinking so hard MC, you’ll never be able to get good rest if you keep that up. But Satan did say to check on you every couple of hours, so I guess it’s fine. And quit touching your head!”

“Oh, sorry Belphie, I didn’t mean to-”

“Tch, how annoying...”

But he’s lying. Even as he’s carefully re-wrapping the bandages, he’s relieved that you’re awake, that your eyes are still full of life, not like the dullness that he saw that fateful night

When Lucifer finds you he is not happy with Belphie, but he doesn’t care and tells him that everything is already under control and that he isn’t needed. Belphie didn’t miss the scowl that he sent his way, but he just smirked in response. You didn’t need Lucifer as Belphie is already taking care of you, as it should be

You know how he always carries around his favorite pillow? Yeah he’s doing that with you basically, minus the carrying. You’re practically attached to his side, wherever he goes you’re either right there with him or in his room, which is mainly just you two lazing around or sleeping (as usual)

Honestly, the only demons who he’s okay with disturbing you two is Beel and maybe Satan. Beel because that’s his twin and it’s his room too, and Satan only if he’s checking on you medically or if he has some new ideas to mess with Lucifer. Everyone else is just trying to bother you and be annoying, and you don’t need that

Of course he blames himself for this! How is he suppose to keep you safe, to make up for his mistake? But then it clicks

It’s not the fact that he’s weak, people think that he’s weak. But he realizes that this is fine, he’ll use that to his advantage.

Diavolo is upset and Lucifer is running out of excuses for him, but Belphie just plays stupid and says he can’t remember how to remove it (even though he does). Let the demon lose some more sleep until they learn their lesson, whether it’s from the constant nightmares or from sleep deprivation trying to stay awake to avoid said nightmares. He’ll remove it when he feels like it, and he doesn’t see that happening anytime soon

Let people think the Avatar of Sloth is weak, that he’s not a threat, and he can show them exactly how wrong they are. Better yet, this demon can be the perfect example, and many more if they become a bother to you (and him)

You’re too nice MC, too delicate. You treat him so good, like he’s not a demon, like he’s not the monster who took your life, and he has to thank you for that somehow. He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough for the kindness you give him, but protecting you from others who used to be like him could be a good start

Also now he can hog all of your head pats and cuddles for himself, and he doesn’t feel bad at all. Everyone else had their time with you when he was locked up, so he’s finally got the opportunity to be selfish

Diavolo

First of all...this demon is dumb enough to harm you in front of him??? The Demon LORD???? The FUTURE KING OF HELL??!

They have more than just a death wish

It all happened so quick, he just crossed paths with you in the hallways and started to ask about your day (and maybe invite you for a small tea date after school) but he didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth

One second he saw your eyes light up and hand extended to excitedly wave, then he saw your fragile form tumbling down the stairs

Barbatos was soon called to his side as Diavolo saw the red coating his palms and you barely staying conscious, trying to say that you’re okay and not to worry

See...he feared that this would be a problem. While Diavolo is a very kind and understanding ruler, there are still some demons out there who think he’s too lenient, too soft. But that’s where people are mistaken. Diavolo is kind, but do not mistake his kindness for weakness

He felt his anger rising, his demeanor starting to crack, but he set aside his emotions. You’re his first priority, and he needs to make sure that you’re okay! He’s still a ruler, and you’re his responsibility (and first love)

However, he made sure that Barbatos took the demon who did this and kept them in the dungeon until he was done treating you. He won’t let this go unpunished, he can’t and he won’t

You’re an important part of the exchange program, and you’re most important to him, and he’s upset with himself that you got hurt. You’re so delicate, and you don’t deserve any of this happening to you, but what can he do? While he trusts the brothers to keep you safe, he wants to keep an eye on you personally, but how?

Then it struck him

You liked to stay in the castle, always smiling and having fun whenever you spent time with him there, so why not relocate you there?? It’ll be like an extended sleepover/retreat with just you two!! You guys can do all of your favorite activities and won’t have to worry about going home because you won’t have to leave!! Why didn’t he think of this sooner?!

The brothers are very upset with this incident, and even more so when he announced this. Diavolo decided that your condition needed to be monitored closely, and since he’s the person directly in charge of the exchange program AND the ruler over the Devildom, there was no room to argue. You weren’t going to stay in the castle forever, just until he deemed it right to return to the HoL

Which would be...some time soon, maybe. He’s not really worried about that now, his number 1 concern is you after all!

You’re getting the royal treatment, literally. This is the chance that he gets to pamper you without interruptions and he is not wasting it!

You kept trying to convince him that you’re fine, but he wasn’t hearing any of it, especially after he sees the nasty bruise that was left. “MC, please! You still need to rest. How about I have Barbatos bring us some tea to help, and we can even have the royal staff bring us some outfits of your choosing if you like? Oo, we can even have our portrait painted!”

“Dia, I promise that I’m fine, you have more things to worry about than me-”

“Nonsense, MC. You’re what’s important to me, now and always. Don’t ever forget that.”

Even finished it with a hand kiss, UGH he really is a Prince Charming

Once you did return to RAD bruise free, Diavolo, being the gentleman that he is, walked with you everywhere in the beginning. Coming into the building, walking to class, lunch, even to the student council meeting, he was by your side. But he couldn’t avoid his duties forever (unfortunately), but he always made up for lost time afterwards

You never realized that when he wasn’t with you, someone else always was. Whether it be Lucifer who miraculously had spare time, or Barbatos who decided to escort you back to the castle to try a new recipe for his Lord, it was always one of them that stayed with you

Also, it never dawned on you why people were starting to be so nice to you. You thought it was because of what happened, not paying attention to how tense they would get, the fear in their eyes. You did notice that the demon who caused your fall never came back to class, and their desk is starting to collect dust...

When you did ask Diavolo about it, he just pat your head and said that what happened was unacceptable and that the demon has been dealt with accordingly.

You don’t need to hear about what really happened to them, he doesn’t want to scare you or taint your innocence! But he doesn’t mind if anyone else hears it, he’ll be more than happy to explain in full detail what happened and what will happen to demons that even think about attempting to harm you or think that he’s “too soft”. They won’t think he’s a soft ruler after that

Diavolo is a very sweet man, one that treats you as if you’re ruling by his side as his partner and one that you never have to be scared of, but even you didn’t miss the deadly glint in his eyes whenever he spoke about that demon...

But enough about that, he wants to try that new recipe that you made just for him!

He enjoys the time that he gets to spend with you, and after this, you’ll be in his company a lot more. He can’t risk having this happen again to his love- I MEAN favorite exchange student right?

[kirieshhhka003]

Guess whose back? 😎 this might come off as hyperspecific, but may I ask for either 10 or 37 from the yandere prompt list for Diavolo with a darling that perfectly complies with everything he asks, but doesn't even try to pretend to like him? Like they 100% do what he tells them to, but give the cold shoulder 24/7 always QwQ -😈

A/n: ooooh, I missed you dear🧡🧡 sorry it took so long, but now I’m going back to working on requests I got for 1k followers event

Pairing: yan! Diavolo x gn! Reader

Prompt: Can you at least pretend to love me? Just for tonight..?

Warnings: yandere behavior

1k followers event

Event status: closed

Smoke. This grey mix of gases fills the room in a matter of seconds, quickly filling the living room with the bitter smell that penetrates deep into fibers of any fabric and takes hours to fully air out. There’s always a lot of smoke when Diavolo comes out, and that’s no surprise since he smokes one cigarette after another, barely taking any breaks in-between. All the cigarette butts will be burnt down soon, not leaving any possible enemies a single chance to find out boss’ identity using saliva that’s left on numerous stubs

You’re sitting cross legged on the huge sofa, soft cushions envelop your bottom, making you feel as comfortable as possible in such situation. But honestly, you’re not feeling uncomfortable any more. You’re not feeling anything at all. Fear, anger, happiness, lust, boredom - anything. You stare absentmindedly on a bronze statuette standing on top of a small coffee table in front of you, how numerous metallic curves and dips form a single shape of an angel defeating a devil, jobbing a spear into deuce’s chest. Ironic, isn’t it?

You’re torn out of your thoughts by the sound of male’s croaky voice ordering you to “Come here”. You obey, getting up from your spot on the sofa and waddling reluctantly towards pink-haired man sprawled into an armchair. You sit on his lap, wrinkling your nose slightly when Diavolo puffs smoke in your direction. His free hand wraps around your waist tightly, holding you in place (not like you wanted to resist)

Diavolo puts his half-done cigarette down on an ashtray standing on a small antique table next to the armchair. You can feel male’s intense gaze on yourself, how his green eyes ogle your smaller form, how they roam up and down your body. You just sit still, barely moving, not paying much attention to mafioso

Pink-haired leans forward, cradling your face with his cold hand and turning your head to face him, thumb caressing your cheekbone carefully. His slightly chapped lips brush against yours for a moment before connecting in a deep yet soft and slow kiss. You just comply, sitting motionlessly, letting Diavolo do what he wants (not like it’s the first time anyways)

You feel his tongue tracing your lips before slipping into your mouth, bringing unpleasant tobacco flavor. Diavolo runs the tip of his tongue over the raw of your teeth, trying to tangle it with yours but you don’t reciprocate. Man keeps on going for a few more seconds before pulling back with a wet “smock”, green eyes looking at you heavily

- Can you at least pretend to love me? I treat you like royalty, dress up in the nicest clothing, feed you the best foods. The whole world is at your feet, don’t I deserve a single kiss? A single hug? Just for tonight… - man’s hot breath brushes over your cheeks as he tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. You just look up at him indifferently, not even intending on answering, and Diavolo knows it too. Don sighs deeply and you can see irritation and anger plastering across his face

- That’s okay… we have a lot of time anyways. - Diavolo utters while litting another cigarette, venom in his voice clear as day. You give pink-haired a look full of coldness and apathy, even though those words are meant to hurt you - they don’t. Because you know better than anyone that you do have a lot of time, and there are no chances for you to break free from this nightmare