#sorry for being behind on schedule again - some things came up but I will catch up!

[eurovisionart]

🇳🇱 Maywood - Ik wil alles met je delen

[itsvenera]

vi x readers first time? <3 reader is the inexperienced virgin

author's note: I don't have a lot of experience writing smut, so I was kind of nervous about this one, so I really hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this as the reader's first time being intimate with a girl, but she is not a virgin (as I don't really know what it is like to lose your virginity to a female, so I didn't want to write nonsense). Anyway, thank you for requesting! <3

warnings: 18+ content, MINORS DNI (I will block you <3); fem x fem; fingering; mirror sex (kind of?);

"God, I can kiss you all day!", Vi muttered against your mouth, before pushing her tongue between your parted lips. One of her hands held both of your wrists tightly above your head, while the other one was gently gripping your chin, holding your face in place.

When you invited the pink-haired girl to join you for dinner with the Firelights, you didn't expect to end up pinned on the bed under her muscular form. Of course, you were not a stranger to her kisses - in fact, you two shared your very first kiss together years ago, when you were both shy and awkward teenagers.

But a long time has passed since then and the tension between you was... different. When you saw her a few days ago for the first time in eight years, you couldn't help but stare - she has changed. A lot. She still had a lean and fit physique, but now she was also taller and curvier. Different tattoos covered her face, neck, and arms, while her clothes clung perfectly to her big chest and round ass.

Much to your embarrassment, you were not as discreet as you hoped to be, and after meeting your gaze, she send you a wink with a small smirk.

A week has passed since your reunion and despite your busy schedule as Ekko's right hand, you found a way to spend at least a few hours every day with Vi. Usually, you hung out on random rooftops around Zaun, telling each other stories and catching up for the lost time. She described in detail what life behind bars was, while you explained what happened in the Undercity since she left.

While you tried to keep your eyes focused on her, rather than her body, the pink-haired woman felt no shame in checking you out and complimenting you every time she saw you. With a heavy blush on your cheeks, you always brushed her comments off - there was no doubt you were crazy attracted to her, but not knowing what her intentions were, and most importantly what her relationship with that enforcer was, you felt like pursuing anything with her would be innapropriate.

Vi, on the other hand, seemed to have her mind already set. So as soon as you proposed to her to go to your room after dinner, so you can relax before you escort her back, she is quick on her feet, eager to finally have some alone time with you. Once you entered, you didn't even have the chance to speak, before she smashed her lips against yours and pushed you down the bed.

"Tell me to stop", she mumbled once she pulled away, but despite her command, her head dipped down toward your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on your already hot skin. Her teeth grazed your skin and once she heard you whimper when she touched one particular spot right under your ear, she wasted no time in biting down hard. Instinctively, you arched your back and tried to pull away, a sharp wince leaving your lips.

"Sorry!", she said sheepishly, before detaching herself from your skin, so she could look at you, "Couldn't control myself!"

The feeling of her breath mixing with yours caused shivers to run down your spine and you lifted yourself in an attempt to claim her lips once again, before her hand grabbed your chin once again, pinning you in place.

"I think maybe we should sto-"

"No!", the word left your mouth before she could even finish her sentence, "Don't stop now!"

If she was in any other situation with any other person, Vi would've pulled away. She didn't like rushing things, especially when it came to intimacy. But as you looked at her with big doe eyes, lips red and swollen from her kisses, how could she possibly say 'no'? You have been her crush since she was thirteen and despite all the years spent apart, her feelings for you were just as strong as they were back then.

"Are you sure?", her expression softened, "Have you ever done this before?"

Her question made you blush, but you still tried to hide your embarrassment by rolling your eyes at her.

"Is this really the time to discuss this? Yes, I've had sex before! "

"With a woman?", both of her brows rose high and you couldn't tell if she was surprised or just making sure. There was a slight twitch of her upper lip and before you could answer, she opened her mouth again:

"Who? Is it someone I know?"

The red colour on your cheeks intensified and soon it spread down your neck. Vi, on the other hand, seemed to be completely serious, as she seemed to watch you with a mix of curiosity and irritation. You pushed your tongue against your cheek, before letting out a huff.

"Vi, why does it matter-"

"I'm just curious", she interrupted, yet something in her look was telling you it was not an innocent curiosity, "Who was she?"

Letting out a sigh, you tried to move your hands, but her grip was still too tight.

"No, I've never had sex with a woman, okay? Only with men... but it can't be that different, right?"

Your answer seemed to satisfy her, as a small smirk formed on her face, before she caught your lips in a bruising kiss, her teeth clashing against yours, while her tongue found its way inside your mouth once again. The hand that was holding your chin slid down to your waist, softly gripping your side and after a minute, she pulled away once again.

"I am going to take care of you...", she promised, laying her forehead against yours, "But if you feel uncomfortable at any moment, you say stop and I stop, okay?"

With each second your body felt hotter and hotter, and you nodded your head at her words, eager for her to just shut up and continue. She kissed you again, this time softer, while she let go of your wrists, giving you the opportunity to wrap your arms around her neck. Her calloused fingers started to work on the button of your blouse, taking extra time unbuttoning each one.

You, however, were not impressed with her gentleness. The more she teased you, the damper your underwear was getting, sticking to your pussy lips, and taking things slow was definitely not what you wanted right now. With trembling fingers, you moved your hands between you, impatiently pulling the buttons till you could open your shirt wide.

Vi, who had her mouth open in order to offer a sarcastic comment about your impatience, found herself gawking at your chest once you had nothing on, but a red bra. Without moving her eyes from it, she moved her hands toward your boobs, softly kneading the soft flesh. She dragged one of her fingers across the edge of your bra, slowly following the line till she reached behind your back to unclasp it. Gently lifting the upper half of your body, she pushed the shirt off your arms, before pulling the straps of your bra down.

Without wasting even a second, her mouth latched onto your nipple, greedily sucking it, while her other hand started playing with your other breast. You let out a loud moan once you felt her tongue swirling around it and you arched your back, trying to get as close to her as possible. Small whimpers of pleasure fell past your lips, while she continued sucking, biting, and licking your nipple, till it was painfully hard.

"Fuck, Vi...", you muttered, trying your best to control the volume of your voice. After all, you had neighbours on both sides of your room, who, without a doubt, already knew what you two were doing. You ran your fingers through her pink locks, letting out a small whine once she released your nipple from her mouth with a loud 'pop'.

"Damn, muffin, are you sensitive or something?", she laughed, noticing how your eyes rolled back when the hot air from her breath hit your skin.

"Shut up...", you mumbled under your breath, avoiding answering. Vi did not press further and instead focused her attention on your other boob, giving it the same treatment. Your hands ran through her hair, your nails gently scratching her buzzcut. She moaned at the feeling and you gasped again, the vibration of her voice travelling all the way down your spine.

Moving your hands down, you tried to tug the ends of her shirt, but she quickly grabbed you, pinning both of your wrists above your head again. She pulled away from your chest, before gazing at your eyes.

"Tonight is about you...", her voice was now deeper and lower, and you felt more juices flowing out of your pussy at the sound of it, "Let me make you mine."

A loud moan escaped your lips at her words and you couldn't stop yourself from lifting your head and smashing your lips against hers. This time you were the one trying to assert dominance - you pushed your tongue inside her mouth, trying to battle hers while pressing your chest against hers. She returned the kiss with the same passion, squeezing your wrists just a bit tighter.

After a minute, she pulled back panting, her normally light blue eyes now a few shades darker. Without a further word, she released you and stood up from the bed, before grabbing the chair next to your desk and moving it in front of your dresser. You watched her with furrowed brows, confused at what exactly was she doing.

Once she sat down on the chair, she turned to you with a small smirk playing on her lips.

"Come here", the command was soft, yet you didn't need to be told twice before you stood up from the bed and made your way toward her. Once you were within an arm's length, she grabbed your waist, before turning you around and stilling you in place.

"Take them off", she said, hooking a finger under the belt loops of your trousers. With trembling hands, you started hurryingly unbuttoning them, eager to get out of the last piece of clothing on you and finally have Vi touch you. At this point, you were so wet, your panties were dripping with juices, which were also covering the top of your thighs. Despite not being a virgin, you couldn't think of a single time you felt so turned on.

You needed her. And you needed her now.

The pink-haired woman watched as you slid both your trousers and your underwear down your toned legs, bending slightly while removing them from your feet and giving her the perfect view of where she planned to bury her head soon enough. You were so submissive, following every direction she gave you, she almost felt like losing control.

Despite how badly she wanted to take you right now and here, she held herself back. If this was your first time with a girl, she didn't want to rush you.

As you threw the last bit of your clothing to the side, she grabbed your ass, squeezing both of your cheeks before pulling you down her lap. Her hands moved to your thighs, draping them over her own, before she spread them, exposing you fully to the large mirror sitting on the dresser in front of you. Vi grabbed your chin, gently moving it up till your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror.

"Don't look away", she whispered in your ear, her breath causing goosebumps on your skin. Her fingers danced on the skin of your legs and you shivered, your head almost falling back, if it wasn't for her holding your chin still. Moving slowly toward your center, she couldn't help but grin once she caught a glimpse of your glistering thighs.

"Look at you, sweet girl", she chuckled next to your ear, her eyes not moving away from the mess between your legs, "I haven't even touched you yet and you are dripping!"

A loud whimper left your lips and you squirmed in her grip, trying to get her to touch you already.

"Vi...", her name left your mouth as a breathy moan and she snapped her gaze to your face, quirking a brow.

"Hm?"

"Touch me already...", you said with a huff, squirming in her lap once again. She watched your face, a ghost of a smile on her lips, as her fingers grazed over your slit. She bit back a groan once she collected some of your juices on her fingers, before smearing them across your pussy lips.

Your whole body shivered once she brushed over your clit.

"Like this?", she asked with a low voice, eyes not moving from your face, "Is this how you want to be touched?"

Her fingers started to draw lazy circles, which slowly turned into the shape of the figure eight. Still forced to watch yourself in the mirror, you noticed how your legs trembled over hers, involuntarily moving closer together. Vi, however, adjusted her knees, moving your dangling feet even further apart.

"Don't!", she warned, her lips leaving small kisses on the base of your neck, "Relax, baby! Gosh, you are so tense!"

You opened your mouth to reply, but once she slipped two of her long fingers into you, the words got stuck in your throat and all that left your lips was an almost pornographic moan. If you could gather at least some of your thoughts, you would probably be embarrassed - you were never one to be vocal in the bedroom, especially since you were living with so many people in the base. On the other hand, no one has ever made you feel even remotely as good as Vi has right now.

The room was filled with the sound of your slick juices and your eyes rolled back, almost closing once Vi curled her fingers inside of you, dragging them against your g-spot. The fingers that were holding your chin lightly tapped your jaw, bringing your attention back to your reflection.

"Don't look away", she whispered in your ear, pumping her fingers faster, "I want you to watch as you come."

Maybe it was the way she said these words or the image of her fingers disappearing into your pussy, but your walls soon started to flutter, sucking her digits back in every time they pulled away from your wetness. You trembled in her embrace, your hand moving behind you so you could grab her neck and push her toward you. She started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder, softly sucking and marking the skin.

Your eyelids started to close and you had to put all the effort you could muster in keeping them open, eyes glued to the sight of her fingers moving in and out of you. Once her thumb started to circle your swollen clit you groaned loudly, a mix of moans and whimpers of her name leaving your lips. The hand that was holding your face moved down to your shaking thighs, trying to keep them open, while you desperately chased your orgasm.

"Cum."

This single word was enough for you to reach your peak and you came, yelling her name while trashing your head back against her shoulder. She held you close to her, whispering sweet words into your hair, which your mushy brain could not even comprehend right now. Her fingers slowed their movements but did not stop till you relaxed your back against her, breathing heavily.

There were a few minutes of silence between you, interrupted by your whimper once she dragged her dripping fingers out of your pussy.

"Vi?", you asked with a small voice, still trying to catch your breath and come back to your senses.

The woman only hummed in response, placing small kisses on your neck, which made you squirm in her arms. With a quiet chuckle, she met your eyes in the mirror, lifting a brow.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded your head, feeling too tired to even close your legs which were still dangling over her own. You both looked at the reflection of your glistering pussy, which was dripping with the juices of your release, covering both your skin and Vi's pants.

"When did you learn how to...", you stopped, trying to think of how to phrase your question without sounding too vulgar, "do that?"

Vi let out a loud snort, moving her head to the side, so she can look at your face.

"Muffin, I've been to prison", she pointed out with a small teasing smile on her face, the hand on your thigh gently squeezing the soft skin.

"So?"

Instead of answering, she laughed before shaking her head from the side. Before you can ask her what is so funny, she closes her legs, bringing your own knees together, before she turns you around, scooping you in her arms.

"You're cute", is all she says, before pushing her arms under your knees and back and standing up. She gently carries you to the bed, before laying you down, assuming her previous position on top of you.

"Let me make you mine now...", the words came out as a growl, as she removed her jacket.

You were in for a long, long night...

cc artwork: "Cyberpunk 2077" concept art

[pomefioredove]

You know what would be sad? If you/Yuu breaks up with Vil (or vice versa) and then runs to Rook afterwards. I wonder if Vil is going to feel betrayed again? If you could do a little scenario for this, that’d be great!

this is such a good prompt, I love rebound scenarios omg. needed this today. and here comes rook with the steel chair!!!

summary: getting dumped by vil schoenheit type of post: long fic characters: rook additional info: romantic, established relationship, vil breaks up with reader, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, kinda angsty, hahhhh, my god

"It's not personal. I just don't think it's fair to you," Vil says.

He doesn't fidget. Maintains perfect eye contact. He doesn't even try to act sorry, which, perhaps, is what stings the most.

He's supposed to be an actor, after all.

That's what this is all about.

"You must have always known this was a possibility," he says. "My schedule is getting busier, I simply don't... want to push you away."

Each word is spoken with a honeyed softness, as if he's trying to cushion the blows. It doesn't help.

Your heart thuds in your chest, your eyes burn. This is the worst thing you've ever experienced. You would take a thousand overblots over this. Any day.

What a bitter sentiment.

"You don't mean to push me away. What is this, then?"

A look of guilt finally crosses Vil's face, cracking the mask of professionalism he'd been hiding behind. It offers little comfort.

His brow furrows, and he sighs. "A preventative measure. It would hurt more if I'd waited,"

A million questions fly through your mind, faster than you can catch them. You want to shout, to tell him exactly how he's making you feel, to ask him who he thinks he is- but all you can manage is a stare.

He frowns, extending a hand as if to caress your face, but you turn on your heels and leave before he has the chance.

You wouldn't sit there and let him make a fool of you any longer.

You had become comfortable with the Pomefiore dorm in the past few months, but today, its elegance feels suffocating. The white and gold decor seems to mock you, every vase of perfect flowers laughing at your imperfection as you pass them by.

It hurts.

Stings, burns, makes you feel like you're drowning in a sea of perfume, choking on lilac and rose. Has the air here always been so sickeningly sweet?

There's still a lingering part of you that wants to run back to him, to beg, to negotiate, but you know he's right. You hate that he's right.

This... whatever it was... wouldn't last.

And you'd always known it.

---

How does one recover from being dumped by Vil Schoenheit?

Short answer: you can't.

You can wallow all you want, drowning yourself in the unhealthy foods he forbade you from eating, skipping the classes he'd so encouraged you to excel in, and using cheap tissues on your formerly-perfect skin, but that doesn't change a thing.

Perhaps if it hadn't been so public, you might have pulled yourself together sooner. But the very second all of your pictures were gone from his profile, everyone knew.

On some nights, you'd torture yourself by reading the thirsty comments from desperate fans under his latest posts, all of them pointing out his recent singleness. You would wonder to yourself if you had sounded that pathetic when you were dating Vil.

Just another hopeless, desperate fan, hoping for a piece of him.

People on campus avoided you. Not out of fear, but pity, a lack of knowing what to say. How do you even comfort someone after this?

It was like having an open wound on full display. No matter how you tried to bandage it, it kept bleeding through.

Even Grim was keeping his distance.

What little comfort came in the form of an anonymous knight in shining armor. Roses left at your doorstep, letters of love and encouragement on your assigned seats, little baskets full of your favorite foods and trinkets on your kitchen table...

You would have questioned it if you were not so consumed by your grief. At least the mystery offered a distraction.

"Another one," Ace comments, pulling a letter off your chair before you can sit on it. "Whoever this guy is, he's slick."

He hands you the letter, which you gracefully accept.

Deuce watches cautiously. "And you're sure it's not just... some kinda of prank, right? I've known my fair share of nasty types, this could be a trick."

"Too much effort," you shake your head. "I mean, whoever this is is spending a lot of time and money cheering me up. Not to mention... I've tried looking up some of these poems, and no matches. They're originals."

You wave around the letter in hand, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Though, I'm sure whoever's doing it is just being nice,"

"Nice. Right," Ace rolls his eyes. "Cause I know like, a million teenage boys who are just dying to write poetry for their friends."

Even Deuce snickers at that. You roll your eyes.

"Point taken. I guess I just can't believe that anyone would want me after..." you pause. There's no pleasant way to put it, so you let Ace and Deuce fill in the blanks.

"Hey, Vil is a jerk. He doesn't deserve you," Deuce says. "And trust me, if I ever catch him disrespecting you again-"

Ace scoffs. "Woah, there, tiger. Calm down. Vil could kick your ass and we all know it,"

"He really was something, wasn't he?" you sigh, slumping in your seat. Ace and Deuce give each other a panicked look.

"We didn't mean-"

"No, I get it," you say, reaching down to the floor in an attempt to touch your toes. Vil had told you that little exercises help calm the nerves. You hate how you still need his advice.

"Oh, hey, look," you sit back up, another pink envelope in hand. "Another one."

---

There's something about these gifts that doesn't sit right with you.

Each one is arranged to perfection, obviously crafted by a very thoughtful individual, just personal enough to suit your tastes but distant all the same.

It's almost as if the sender is holding something back.

But, not today.

You're greeted by a trail of rose petals leading up to Ramshackle's front door, which itself is ajar. Not uncommon, considering Grim's inability to take care of the makeshift dorm, but with the scent of roses and the candlelight inside, you know it's something more.

You walk in, setting your things aside, and continue following the path of petals into the kitchen, where a rickety wooden table has been set for two.

You, however, are the only one in the room.

"Hello?" you ask, turning in circles. The space is empty, save for a small letter on one of the chairs.

Beautiful,

A little bird told me you doubt the intentions of my admiration. I must amend that immediately, and I see no better way than to say it myself.

Yours truly.

"Trickster," a familiar voice comes from the doorway behind you, and you whirl around to face your admirer.

"Rook!" you gasp, clutching the letter to your chest.

He beams in response. "Oui, c'est moi. Though I was so enjoying the mystery, I feel it's time I made my intentions clear. Sit, please,"

You don't hesitate to follow his suggestion (the surprise left your knees feeling weak, anyway), and he joins you in the adjacent seat.

"But what-"

"Please," he says, holding a finger to your lips to shush you. "Let me start. I first want to say that I have meant every single word, in song and ink, that I have given to you. My heart is true."

Your mind is overflowing with questions, none of which he seems keen on answering in full just yet.

"I have spent the past several months allowing our Beautiful Vil to woo you. I have so enjoyed watching your love blossom from afar, despite my own feelings towards you. But things have changed," Rook says.

"For as much as I love him, this was his own doing. He has made a fatal mistake, one which cannot be undone- he has wounded you, mon amour, in a most vulnerable fashion. Months ago, when we both realized our feelings for you, I willingly stepped aside," he says. "I thought Vil would be the best option for you. I thought I was not ready to commit myself. Now I see what a mistake that was, and I hope you might find it within yourself to forgive me..."

You can only stare back. "Rook..."

"I cannot resent our Roi du Poison for his choice, for it's his to make. But he hurt you dearly, and in the process, he has relinquished his claim on you. I know your wound is still fresh. But, please, Mon Trickster, mon véritable amour, be mine?"

You're silent for a moment, processing every detail of what he said, what he's offering...

He's right. The wound Vil created is still open, and despite the weeks of "recovery", had yet to improve.

If you kept waiting for it to heal, perhaps it never would.

You nod. "Okay. Okay! But-! Let's take it slow, okay?"

Rook just barely manages to stop himself from leaping across the table to take your hands into his, and he reaffirms your request with a nod.

"Of course, mon cœur. What is a hunter if not patient?"

---

Pomefiore is beautiful again.

There are still times where you swear you can see Vil staring at the two of you, a look of discontent on his face, from across the room.

He doesn't utter a word about the way Rook has his arm over your shoulder, or the many terms of endearment he uses on you, though he doesn't have to. The lingering guilt and regret has made a home for itself in Vil Schoenheit.

You're sure Rook has noticed by now, too, although this isn't the first time he's pulled something like this on the housewarden without a second thought, and it likely won't be the last.

Perhaps it's for the better.

[loveharlow]

SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - P4L

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[3k] Two weeks since John B and Sarah have been gone and the pogues decide it's time for a proper memorial to say goodbye, but an impulsive gesture leaves two of the four remaining pogues heads spinning.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, unestablished relationship/unrequited love (Pope x Kiara), mentions of child abuse/neglect, general angst

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A/N‧₊˚ This is where things get a little tricky. Also, tumblr decided to kick me out of my mf account so thats why this is like 2 days late instead of one, I DID NOT LIE TO YALL😭 and sorry if this chapter moves a little fast

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“RISE AND SHINE, BLONDIE.” You whispered in the sleeping boy’s ear. JJ immediately slapped a harsh palm over his ear, effectively slapping himself and waking himself up, groaning in pain as you stood by giggling. 

“Fuck you.” He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, Marley emerging next to him from under the covers. You tilted your head at the dog, scoffing.

“You do know that is my dog, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at a sleepy-eyed JJ who simply looked at the animal over his shoulder before turning back to you and shrugging with a sly smile on his face.

“Not anymore. Her real owner gives her bacon and she loves it.” He retorted, throwing an arm over Marley and pulling her into his side as he rubbed the top of her head. “Ain’t that right, girl?”

You rolled your eyes, your bare feet patting against the hardwood floors of The Chateau as you left the room, calling over your shoulder. “Then her real owner can clean up the aftermath when she vomits it out because she refuses to chew.” You reprimanded playfully, sliding your slippers onto your feet that were sat by the front door. “I’m gonna clean up a bit. Pope and Kie should be here soon. And I bought more cereal, it’s above the fridge.” You called out before going out onto the porch, letting the door shut behind you, the screen rattling. 

Today marked two weeks since John B and Sarah disappeared.

Pope and Kiara had finally made time in their schedules to do a proper send off. Not that you blamed them — Kiara’s parents wanted her as far away from the pogues as possible, with you being a semi-exception. They’d swamped her with work after school at The Wreck, working from the time school ended until the street lights came on. The weekends were no different, with the addition of taking the car away, only allowing her to drive it on the weekdays to and from school.

Heyward had Pope doing grocery run after grocery run, as well catching some of the seafood supply himself. Pope didn’t mind though, he was working on repairing his relationship with his parents after everything that happened. Things seemed to be looking up, Heyward didn’t scowl when you all came around anymore and his mother started to greet you all again. They were easing up on the restrictions, too — allowing Pope to drive the car again and be out past ten.

You and JJ had been managing — he was taking small, odd jobs here and there. Mowing lawns, fixing cars just to keep the lights on and the water running. You did what you could — sneaking into your house, only once or twice, to take some necessities and things to sell. You’d managed to pawn off a good chunk of your mother’s jewelry and some things you didn’t need anymore. It was enough to keep you both fed and clean.

Life was starting to seem okay again. It didn’t seem like there was such a large storm cloud over you and your friends anymore. Now, you just all felt an emptiness when you were together, which was probably why you weren’t together as much anymore.

School was…well, school. You and JJ hadn’t been since it happened. No adults to force you to go, right? Pope and Kie had been a few times, but their parents allowed them some time to themselves occasionally. 

Despite everything, today was the first day you all would be hanging out as a full group again. The Chateau always looked a mess but admittedly, you and JJ hadn’t been helping the place to look any better. The porch was littered with beer bottles, soda cans, snack wrappers. Things that had been piling up from your late night talks. 

Grabbing a plastic bag, you started gathering all of the trash and throwing it inside, the space already looking better.

“SO, HOW ARE WE DOING THIS EXACTLY?” Kiara asked, hands in her pockets as she stood in front of the big tree, next to Pope. The sun was starting to set, casting a low, orange hue over the backyard.

She and Pope had arrived not too long ago, the gathering not being as lively as it used to be. Less smiles, less laughs. There was small talk and a few jokes here and there but it just seemed so forced, as if no one wanted to say “let’s just get this over with”.

The group had been divided, although none of you would admit it aloud. It seemed as if Pope and Kiara did their thing, while you and JJ did yours. 

“We could just carve it. Might take a while, though…” Pope pitched, rubbing his hands over the top of his head and shifting his weight. 

“I mean, we got all day.” JJ shrugged simply, adjusting the baseball cap on his head. “I say we carve this baby up.” He shrugged, hiking up the toolbox in his hand, the metal objects inside rattling, and walking to the forefront of the group. You walked up beside him, looking up with your hands in your back pockets. “Care to do the honors?” He smiled down at you, flicking out a pocket knife in your direction.

Taking the object from his hand, you faced the large, loud live oak tree and began carving the initials of your fallen friend into the wood.

THREE HOURS AND TWO BEERS LATER AND THE TREE WAS CARVED AND BRANDED. A tan-colored, heart-shaped splotch in the center.

2003   2020

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

P4L

After you’d finished carving, JJ had done the honors of engraving the words with a heated piece of metal, burning the words forever into the oak. The four of you raised a beer to John B, hoping that he could feel you wherever he was.

You’d branched off afterwards, something that never happened before but you’d grown accustomed to the odd dynamic between the group now. You all tried your hardest to ignore it or remedy it but it was useless. 

Pope was sitting on a log, staring at the fire JJ had started. JJ was swinging in the hammock as you made your way over to Kiara, who was sitting on the steps of The Chateau.

“Hey. You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to the girl as she took a sip of her beer, humming in response.

“As alright as I can be, I guess.” She replied almost despondently. You were all grieving in your own ways but something about Kiara’s grief didn’t seem like grief. It was like she was dealing with some other conflicting emotions on top of it all. “You and JJ have been keeping this place up, huh? I can actually see wood on the floor.” She joked lightly.

You chuckled in response. “Yeah... yeah, we’re trying. The place is one kick away from collapsing but it’s a home, nonetheless.”

“Have you been home? Since…” You nodded your head at the girl’s question, staring down at your sneakers.

“...Once or twice just to steal some shit to pawn off. I don’t really care for anything in that house anymore. Or anyone…” Kiara simply drew her lips into a thin line, nodding silently with no clue as to how to continue the conversation. So, you took the initiative for her. “How’ve you been? With your parents? Pope?”

She just grimaced and shrugged, playing with the rim of the open beer bottle. “They’re... going, I suppose. My parents don’t even know I’m here right now. If they did…” She trailed off, scoffing. “And Pope, I don’t know. He’s sweet, he’s just not…” She trailed off once again, but this time it was like she knew what she wanted to say but it was almost as if she couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She seemed weary, hesitant — eyes fleeting between your own and the blades of grass beneath her feet. “Whatever. Forget it. Me and Pope are figuring it out, I guess. I’m trying to give it a chance.”

“That’s good.” You smiled smally, nodding absentmindedly. “If it helps, he really does like you. So, even if you two don’t work out, just let him down easy. He’s our friend and a really good guy.” She simply nodded, taking another swig of her beverage and looking out into the distance. Suddenly, she was standing from the steps, hands on her knees.

“I’m gonna go get another beer...” She sighed before walking back inside.

Maybe you were reading too much into it but Kiara’s grief was seeming more like a cold shoulder...

“YOU WARM ENOUGH, POPE?” You inquired, sitting next to the boy on the log, him shooting you a small smile before returning his gaze to the flames in front of him. The fire casting an amber glow over his skin, making his eyes seem browner, almost softer. 

“Yeah, a little too hot.” He chuckled lightly, leaning back further onto the wooden seat, placing his hands behind him for support. “...I meant to ask, is JJ okay? Like, actually?” He asked with a bit of hesitance, eyeing the blonde swaying calmly on the hammock. You followed his sights, spotting JJ swaying lowly before turning back to Pope.

“He’s…doing better than I expected. But that goes for all of us, I suppose.” You offered honestly. “Why’d you ask?” You questioned, to which Pope shrugged one shoulder before replying.

“I know John B was a really big part of his life. If I was as close as those two, I don’t know how I’d feel. I know we haven’t been around much, Kie and I, but he just seems…too calm.” You didn’t know how to tell Pope that JJ was far from fine. That you’d hear him crying at night, muffled as he tried to wake you not knowing that you couldn’t sleep knowing he was outside the door crying and you couldn’t do anything to comfort him.

You’d tried asking him about it yourself. He simply acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about and you weren't one to push him. Not now, at least.

“He’s handling it all in his own way.” You reassured with mild uncertainty. “But I’ll keep an eye on him. How are you, though?”

The boy drew his lips into a thin line, tilting his head to the side in thought before shrugging and looking out at the fire in front of him. “I…don’t know.” He struggled out, almost as if he wasn’t completely sure of the words but also unsure if he was truly unsure. His brown eyes met yours, slightly glassed over with frustrated tears. “I really just don’t know.”

You gave him a pitiful smile before scooting closer and throwing your arm over his shoulders. The two of you sat in warm, content silence. In all your time of knowing Pope, he was never either fully closed off or openly emotional. He was the definition of a ticking time bomb — bottling everything up until he reached a certain breaking point. But this time, you’d figured he’d had all the meltdowns he could. 

AS YOU APPROACHED THE HAMMOCK, another figure became clear next to JJ’s — Marley curled up in a sleeping ball of fur next to the blonde. You chuckled under your breath at the sight, nudging the swing with your knee to prompt JJ to open his eyes. The boy peeked one eye open before the other, eyes fleeting the yard at Pope and Kiara’s frames talking at the bonfire before returning to yours. 

You took a seat on the grass in front of the hammock, looking up at JJ as he made the small effort to turn on his side to look down at you without disturbing the peaceful animal beside him. 

“Done being the group therapist?” He yawned, pushing the blonde locs of hair out of his face. You simply shrugged, rubbing a hand across your forehead. 

“Yeah, my office is closed.” You sighed, leaning back on your palms — small pebbles and mulch chips digging into them but you were too tired to care. “But you know I’m always willing to listen for you.” You said playfully, shooting the blonde a wink. He giggled in response, leaning forward in the hammock with one hand clutching it for support.

“You promised no pushing.” He mumbled sleepily.

“I’m not pushing.” You assured, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I’m just... politely suggesting that you open up to your best friend, is all.” You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to pick at your nails. 

“Right...how about we do a little switch-a-roo then, hm?” He threw out, shifting around once more in the hammock, eyes piercing yours. “How have you been? With everything. Bree, your mom…” He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours even though you avoided eye contact the moment he started listing issues. “I mean, The Chateau is nothing compared to your beachfront palace in Kooklandia. You gotta miss it sometimes. You’re telling me you never think about goin' home?”

You snarled, shrugging off his statement. “This is my home.” You declared, drifting your eyes upwards to connect with his, the amber glow of the bonfire making his eyes appear more green-toned than blue. “I never wanted to move to Figure Eight in the first place. I didn’t care about the ocean view or the fact that our living room and kitchen didn’t have to be one room anymore.” You explained, drawing shapes into the dirt. “I feel safe here.” You muttered. “I feel safer with you guys...”

He simply hummed and nodded in agreement. “I get that.” He sighed. “I feel the same about my house. I don’t really care that all my shit is there and that I have to sneak back and forth to get what I need. My dad… he makes me hate that house. And I hate myself for being able to hate the house because of him but not being able to hate him.”

“He’s your dad, though. It’s understandable. You feel like you should love him no matter what.”

“...Do you hate your mom?” You paused your drawing in the dirt to peer up at JJ through your lashes, his eyes wide and wondering. The question caused you to feel a way you’d never felt before. It was such a loaded question and even with everything that happened, you figured the answer should be easy but...it wasn’t. Saying that you hated your mother felt like venom on your tongue. Even if you knew you had every right to say that you did.

“No.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “But, it’s like, I don’t love her either. I just…don’t recognize her anymore. In my eyes, she’s not my mother. But in my heart, she is and always will be. And I hate that.”

The two of you fell into silence after that, the only sound being cicadas and crickets. You directed your gaze up to the sky, counting the stars and silently acknowledging constellations while JJ kicked one leg out to swing the hammock gently as he stared up as well.

You figured the conversation ended there. It was getting late and you’d scored a babysitting gig for tomorrow that was paying good money. So, you figured heading to bed now was ideal because being late wasn't. You sighed, hands slapping your knees as you stood up with a groan, stretching as JJ’s eyes drifted to your frame.

“Well, I think my social battery has officially died.” You yawned, stepping closer to the blonde to ruffle his fluffy head of hair. “Night, blond-” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before JJ’s hand was wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you down until your faces were just centimeters apart, him taking the opportunity to connect your lips with his, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck.

Your eyes went impossibly wide as the blonde pressed his lips to yours firmly, his eyes closed blissfully. A normal, friendly reaction would be to push him away, to say that you shouldn’t be doing this. But the way he was kissing you..

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

From the way his fingers dug into your skin to the amount of force he was using to hold you in place.

Something in you suddenly relaxed, allowing you to close your own eyes and move your lips to kiss him back. Your lips moved in perfect sync with his for the moment. But you figured it would be nothing but. This was JJ, your best friend. He knew you like the back of his-

Oh. Oh, God. You were kissing your best friend. You were kissing JJ. 

You pulled back so fast you nearly stumbled over your own feet, head whipping around in panic to find Kie and Pope still engulfed in their own conversation before turning back to the starstruck blonde in front you. His hair was messy and his lips were swollen with a deep shade of red blooming within the lower one. His own blue eyes were wide but you didn’t know for what reason. 

You just looked at each other with an unknown expression. Terror? Confusion?

Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, panting in panic. Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest prompting you to adjust the neckline of your top away from your throat, the material suddenly feeling constricting.

You didn’t know what else to do so you did the only thing you could do.

Swallowing harshly and touching your aching, wet lips, you swiftly walked off in the direction of The Chateau. The last thing you heard was JJ call out your name one, heart aching time before the door of The Chateau closed behind you.

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CC’s Present

[A/N: A quick little Lovebytes-sized ficlet for the holidays! Please forgive grammatical errors, I wrote this while on my flight home. Merry Christmas!]

“What do you want for Christmas?”

CC replayed the audio clip again in hopes it would spark a solution, to no avail. Normally, she could answer any query her lab-partner-turned-life-partner presented to her, but for the first time, Tails had her completely stumped.

After all, apart from Tails’ affection there was only one thing she desired; something that couldn’t be purchased or crafted. So when “The Team” floated the idea of meeting up to check out the holiday marketplace as a group, she immediately cleared her and Tails’ calendar so they could attend. This would be the perfect opportunity to study the art of gift-giving and hopefully spark some inspiration.

CC found that this time of year brought out one of the traits she adored most in Mobians. There was something about the holidays that encouraged a sense of camaraderie unlike the rest of the year. No matter the number of board meetings, busy schedules or other duties that plagued daily life, everyone seemed to drop everything in order to spend time with each other during this particular season.

Upon entering the market, the group broke up and darted in various directions. Sonic and Knuckles linked arms with Tails and began chanting “Brats! Brats! Brats!” before carrying the tall, yellow fox towards one of the food trucks. Tails looked over his shoulder to CC. “Sorry, it’s our favorite. I’ll be right back!”

“Please, enjoy yourselves,” CC encouraged, chuckling at the “brothers” antics. She politely clasped her hands behind her back before meandering through the market to analyze the crowd. She smiled at the numerous small children whose pupils dilated at the sight of candies on display. Women laughed and clinked souvenir mugs brimming with spiked hot chocolate. Merchants cheered and greeted customers in numerous different languages.

The Robian decided to make her way to a booth that was currently occupied by two familiar hedgehogs.

“Gaia, look at this one! It’s so gorgeous—Sir, you are so talented!” Aurora had her hands clapped over her cheeks in excitement. Her green eyes were sparkling like gems as she ogled the handmade decorations that were hanging all over the merchant’s booth. “Oh wow, did you see this one Shadow?! Oh Gaia it’s the prettiest thing in the whole wide world!” She bounced on her heels trying to contain her enthusiasm. “But wait this one! This one looks just like you! Look at that grumpy little face- ahh!!!” The black and red hedgehog smirked while sipping his mulled wine and sent a pointed look and nod to the vendor who secretly began boxing up each of the items the woman had pointed to.

CC didn’t follow as Aurora ran off to another booth that had caught her attention. The Robian furrowed her brows. Sure this market had plenty of pieces of art that were pleasing to the eye, but nothing that stirred a desire in her. Nothing made her “want.” How was it these things came so easily to Organics? It was so… frustrating.

Her grimace was quickly replaced with a soft smile and a sigh. Every emotion, no matter how negative, was a blessing. Not every synthetic-being could experience these feelings, so she thanked her lucky stars for the brief ”annoyance” before moving on for more analaysis.

One of her ears rotated to catch the sound of some youthful hollering. Following the commotion, she spotted Rouge with her two sons. The bat was adorned head to toe in luxurious faux furs with fibers so ivory they rivaled the fresh winter snow. Her poise and glamor was in complete contrast to the young hyena boys who play-wrestled and tugged on each others scarves. But to everyone’s surprise, the refined woman suddenly scooped the boys up in her grasp and attacked them with tickles that sent them howling with laughter.

“Are you boys hungry?”

“Yeah I’m STARVIN’!” groaned Tumble. He patted his round, youthful belly. “I’m waistin’ away, Ma!”

“How do s’mores sound?”

Both boys jumped out of Rouge’s grasp and looked at her with eyes as wide as saucers.

“Seriously?!” asked Ruff, the oldest. “They’ve got s’mores here?!?”

“Only for kids who say ‘Please’,” the bat teased.

In unison, the two hyenas clasped their hands in a begging motion and wagged their tails side to side. “Please please please please please!”

CC giggled at how aggressively their tails wagged, to the point it made their entire bodies sway. How interesting it was that this extension of the vertebrae was used not only for balance and steering, but for conveying emotions. Hmm.

“Okay let’s go!” Rouge took her children’s hands and the three ran through the crowd, laughing and cheering.

“There you are, my darling husband!” Sang a familiar voice. CC looked over to spot Amy Rose waving at Sonic who was finishing up his third bratwurst. Though his mouth was stuffed, he smiled and beckoned with his hand to come meet him. He swallowed down the last large bite. “Heya, I was just about to look for-“

In a sudden mad dash, the pink hedgehog closed the gap between them and leapt forward, arms outstretched. Sonic managed to catch her but stumbled back a few steps from the sheer force of her hug. Amy crashed her lips into his and kissed him with such vigor one would think the lovers had been apart for years.

CC had to avert her eyes for a moment, her cheeks warming up from being an onlooker to such strong displays of affection. Still, Amy’s passion and the ease with which she showed her love was something CC truly admired. She hoped Tails and herself would be able to express themselves as freely one day.

“Wowza!” Sonic laughed breathlessly once he and Amy finally broke their kiss.

“You taste like mustard,” Amy teased, her nose scrunched up.

Sonic wiped his thumb along her bottom lip and smiled with a large, lopsided grin. “I coulda warned ya if you didn’t come at me all gung ho like that.”

“You know I can’t help myself,” the pink hedgehog took Sonic’s muzzle into her hands, combing the tan, shaggy fur that filled out his cheeks. “Especially when you’re extra fluffy like this!”

“Extra fluffy, extra irresistible,” Sonic chuckled before Amy kissed him again with an enthusiastic “MMM-HMM!”

CC turned her back to the couple to spare herself from more blushing. She reached up and placed her fingertips along her own cheek. Though the muzzle she built herself was outfitted with a soft, suede like texture, it didn’t have nearly the plush or fullness of Tails’ or even Sonic’s during the wintertime. She removed one of her signature charcoal gloves and studied the segments in her robotic fingers. Her eyes glazed over as she ruminated over the data she had collected and an idea began to grow.

She was startled when a gloved hand took hold of her own. Her electric blue eyes followed the arm to identify the owner and felt a growing warmth in her soul once she realized it was Tails.

“Hello there,” the fox smiled.

“Hello. I did not see you returning from the delicatessen.”

”Lost in thought?”

CC’s smile grew wide and she laced her fingers with her partner’s. “Yes. I have decided what I want for my Christmas present. However, I would like to ask that I receive it earlier than is customary. It is a ‘topical’ request, you see.”

Tails grinned. “Sure! Let’s hear it!”

His girlfriend leaned in close and whispered her idea into his ear. His eyes lit up and his twin tails swished with inspiration.

“That’s brilliant! Let’s do it!”

———

It had been almost two weeks since The Gang had heard from Tails once again. It wasn’t unusual for the fox to go “radio silent” for long periods of time as his work at Yellow Sky Industries kept him plenty busy. But when the group received an urgent request to come to Tails’ home out of the blue, it had them raising their eyebrows.

What made the situation all the more suspicious was that Tails had everyone waiting on the lawn standing before a curtained off display. The group of friends and family members huddled close and muttered curses under their breath for making them gather in the frigid winter air.

“Bud, why exactly do ya have us all gathered outside? It’s cold as Holoska out here!” Sonic groaned, rubbing his arms in an attempt to keep warm.

“It’s vital to the presentation,” Tails responded curtly.

Knuckles snapped his fingers. “Then hurry it up, already. My wife’s wings’re about to snap off!”

Rouge elbowed Knuckles. “My hero.”

“Very well,” Tails clapped his hands before suddenly jumping into a crouched position, his hands splayed wide to entice his audience. “Ladies and gentlemen!” He projected a voice far more confident and engaging than his friend group was used to. It was clear Tails had transitioned into ‘tech-presenter’ mode. “This holiday season we are thrilled to introduce to you-“ he pressed a button on his wrist-watch and a drumroll began to play from a series of hidden speakers. He stepped backwards towards the curtain, waving his hands to emphasize his words.

”The stunning-“

He gripped onto the curtain.

“The dazzling!-“

With a dramatic flourish, Tails drew back the curtain and the small crowd gave a collective gasp.

“CC: Winter Edition!”

Upon the makeshift stage, CC was a vision in white posed gracefully to best show off her recent upgrades.

“Marvel at CC as you’ve never seen her before,” Tails continued with his best salesman impersonation. He delicately took the Robian’s wrist into his hand and held her arm up, waving and gesturing along her limb. “-With brand new features perfectly suited for this frosty weather.”

Where CC’s external bodice was once gray with short fibers or smooth, hard casing, she was now fully covered in plush white fur except for her slate ears. Instead of traditional gloves, her hands were covered with just enough artificial pelt to hide her seams and give her fingers a more natural look. Her smile was accentuated with a muzzle that had tufts of fur on either side of her cheeks. Her short, silver hair was now a few inches longer, ivory, and considerably more voluminous.

Tails’ fingers trailed up CC’s shoulder where he delicately twirled one of her locks. “Now adorned with a luscious winter coat as pearlescent as the winter snow but as soft and warm as a summer’s day.” The fox paused for a moment as he locked eyes with his girlfriend and the two shared an unspoken blush. He cleared his throat before continuing with the show.

“And with the most highly anticipated feature yet-!”

CC grinned and twirled, fanning the group with a breeze as they were brushed with a large, soft object.

“THAT TAIL!!!” Everyone exclaimed at once.

Protruding from a seam in her miniskirt was an extra long, extra fluffy tail that rivaled her partner’s. It would still take a good amount of practice to determine when and how it would best be used, but for her friends’ enjoyment CC gave the appendage a few swishes and flicks which was met with oohs and ahhs.

“Oh!” the Robian turned to face the group once more, earning a whine from some of her friends who were enjoying the warmth and softness of her new tail. CC excitedly pointed in the air with one hand and used the other to clutch onto her stomach. “Additionally, I now have the ability to brew hot cocoa! I simply open this compartment-“

Tails quickly placed his hand atop hers to stop her. “Let’s skip that demo. It’s pretty unsettling but she insisted we add it.”

CC shrugged and recalled a phrase she had heard Sonic use on similar occasions. “Your loss.”

A small hand raised up from the group. Tails resumed his showman performance. “Yes, young man. You have a question?”

Tumble, the youngest of the crew, stepped forward. His teeth chattered as he fumbled with his scarf, “Ssssss-CC, d-d-do you ssstill have your toasssty mode?”

CC smiled and opened her arms wide. From the center of her chest, a subtle orange glow was visible even from under her light sweater. ”Come see for yourself,” she invited.

All at once, friends and family rushed forward and embraced CC in a giant group hug. There was a muddled collection of sighs and compliments as everyone soaked in the warmth.

“Yes, so warm!”

“Your fur is so soft, I could fall asleep!”

“You look beautiful,” Amy cheered, affectionately holding CC’s chin to get an even closer look, “but more importantly you look so happy!”

”I don’t know if I’d say that’s more important,” Rouge chimed in. She hugged CC’s arm to drape around her neck like a shawl. “Look at that shimmer in her fur! Like diamonds!”

The Robian laughed at all her friends’ remarks. She was so thrilled when she and Tails first assembled these seasonal accessories, but now she was even more delighted at everyone’s response. Cozying up with her found family, she now had just about everything she could ever want.

Her tail found its way towards one of her partner’s and she curled it around his. The touch made Tails look her way, and when their eyes met once again they found their blush return to their cheeks.

“Thank you,” CC mouthed so as not to speak over everyone else’s commentary.

“Merry Christmas,” Tails mouthed back with a wink.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

And Carlos having to watch in Abu Dhabi as they get to publicly be together. Maybe that’s why he crashed out in FP2, she was on his mind…

This is now canon.

Can it be an epilogue?

Lady in Red {4} || CS55 & CL16

Summary: It's the final event of the season and plans are being made for winter, but first there's some mind games going on at Ferrari Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, bj, fingering, toxic behaviour WC: 2.4k One || Two || Three || Four

Charles felt your fingers slip away from his as you neared the entrance to the track. Confused, he reached for them again and looked at your reflection in the car window. Turning away from the lines of fans waiting for a glimpse of the drivers, you met his green eyes. “Sorry, force of habit,” you apologised sheepishly. 

You had confessed everything to him when he tried to kiss you at the end of the night in Vegas. Ever the gentleman, he had walked you to your room but when he leaned closer, just like you wanted him to, the words had tumbled out. He knew everything; how you had been played by Carlos and, even worse, what you had done knowing he was in a relationship.

Lacing your fingers tighter, he raised them to his lips and kissed them. “You don’t have to hide with me.”

You smiled at the truth and leaned into his side as the car came to a stop. “I know.”

It felt strange stepping out into the spotlight with all of your clothes on. You were used to the wind kissing your skin through the thin lingerie you were being paid to promote with your body, pretending you weren’t freezing cold when night fell. It was comfortable to walk hand in hand with Charles, in a fairly plain dress that you had chosen. You weren’t here for business, it was purely pleasure.

“What are your plans for the break?” you asked as he settled into his driver's room. 

He pulled his t-shirt off and traded it for the fireproof long sleeved shirt you had grabbed from the shelf. Your eyes lingered on the toned skin that disappeared beneath the shirt and he combed a hand through his hair that had messed up. “My plans or our plans?”

“I didn’t know we had plans,” you said coyly. 

He kicked off his jeans and smirked as you hid the fireproof pants behind your back. His body pressed to yours as he dominated your space, reaching around your back and catching your hands in his much larger ones. 

“Then we will have to change that, chérie. Unless you have something already planned?”

He pulled you closer and dipped his head to yours, kissing you until your body relaxed and your hands released his clothes. 

“I suppose I can clear my schedule for you,” you sighed jokingly, smiling when his lips tugged up again. 

“Don’t go out of your way,” he said sarcastically as he pulled his fireproofs up and jumped to get the tight leggings into place. “I would hate to be a nuisance.”

“Such a pest,” you noted, dropping onto his couch and tucking your legs up. You rested your chin on your knees and watched him sip from his bottle to keep hydrated. “What did you have in mind?”

“Do you like skiing?”

“Never tried. I’ll probably be terrible and complain about the cold,” you admitted with a laugh. “I hope you are a good teacher.”

“The best, chérie.” He winked your way as he pulled his racing suit on, shrugging the shoulders up so he could close the velcro collar. When he had his boots on and his balaclava in his hands, he bent down and kissed you goodbye. “I’ll see you after practice.”

“Drive safe.”

Charles had done well to avoid Carlos for most of the week. The two drivers had been on separate media panels and had barely spoken outside of team meetings or whatever silly games they were told to play by management. Those had been tense to say the least. 

There was no avoiding him however when they finished FP1 and spoke to the media. They had both finished their interviews at the same time and were heading in the same direction to hospitality.

“Did your girlfriend tell you about me? About the things we did?” Carlos goaded his teammate as they walked along. They both smiled and waved to the fans and the cameras but Carlos’ one was straining under the force of his.

“She told me everything, but we all make mistakes,” Charles replied calmly, his smile never wavering as he signed autographs for the young fans. “That’s all you are to her, a mistake.”

“We’ll see about that: once a whore, always a whore.” Carlos threw his arm over Charles’ shoulders and pulled him closer, slapping his chest patronisingly. “You’re vanilla, Chuck. Vanilla is boring once you’ve had a bit of spice. Why do you think they call me Chilli?” 

Carlos pushed away with a laugh and left the Monegasque with the words playing on his mind. Charles was still thinking about them when he met you in his driver's room. He closed the door a little too hard and you frowned at the change in him. He had been smiling in the media pit, proud of how the first practice went, but now he was sour as he started to strip his clothes off.

“Is everything okay?” you asked as you touched his back lightly, feeling his move out of your touch. “Oh, okay. I’ll leave you alone then.”

You grabbed your handbag and reached for the door but Charles stretched over you to plant his hand on the top, the press of his chest against your back. His lips brushed the shell of your ear and his other hand snaked over your hip, drifting down your abdomen. “Am I boring?”

Your head fell back to his shoulder as his fingers followed the shape of your body and slipped between your legs. “No,” you whispered as you remembered he had asked you a question. “Did Carlos say something?”

Charles' hand disappeared as he pushed away from you with a huff. “Were you seriously thinking about him?”

“I think you were,” you pointed out as you turned to face him and leaned against the door, crossing your arms. You stared at him for a moment and he looked away first, brushing a hand angrily through his hair - but the anger wasn’t aimed at you. 

“Fuck, he got in my head.”You crossed the room and caught his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs over the beard he sported. “Forget about him, Charles, I’m with you. You’re good for me, healthy.”

“Vanilla,” he muttered as he twisted his face away and sighed. 

“I’m going for a walk,” you murmured as he sank into the couch. “Give you some space.”

“Wait,” he said as you opened the door. “Come back.”

“I will, soon. Promise.” You closed the door behind you before marching across the motorhome to the other driver room and pounding your fist on Carlos’ door. “Open up.”

It swung open quickly, like he had been waiting for your visit and smirked as you stepped inside. “Hermosa, you look disappointed. Does Charles leave you unsatisfied?”

“I am disappointed, Carlos,” you said as you crossed your arms but quickly unfolded then when his eyes fell to the swell of your breasts. “Do you really have nothing better to do with your time?”

“There’s one improvement I can think of, and it isn’t talking, cariña.”

Your hands turned to fists at your side as he undressed you with his eyes, his tongue rolling across his bottom lip. “Don’t talk to Charles, don’t talk to me, don’t even think about me, okay?”

Carlos shrugged nonchalantly. “Hard to do, he’s my teammate.”

“You’ll find a way, or Rebecca will find out the truth. Wouldn’t that be fun? Imagine that, Carlos, she would drop you in an instant and once again you would be all alone - because I won’t be answering your call,” you threatened coldly as you took a step closer. “I will be too busy on holiday with my boyfriend - the one I will fuck in every possible way so no one could ever call him vanilla again.”

“He’ll never be enough,” Carlos called out as you stepped towards the door. “That thrill, of knowing you might be caught, you’ll never get that with him.”

“There’s other thrills to be had,” you smirked over your shoulder. “Maybe I’ll take a page out of your book and mess with your girlfriend. I could send Rebecca that two piece you loved so much. You remember, the red one, delicate, lace. The one that had you on your knees begging to fuck me in. Yeah…I think I like this new game, it’s just so thrilling.”

“You're not wearing red today,” he muttered.

“No, I’m not being paid to support Ferrari, I’m here for Charles.”

You left him unable to articulate a response and closed the door behind you with a dark smile. Charles was where you left him, fidgeting with his rings, and his head snapped up when you walked in. 

“You went to him?” It wasn’t an accusation, merely curiosity that filled his tone and he patted the space beside him.

“I did,” you confirmed, taking the seat he offered. His hand laced with yours and he settled them on his thigh as he leaned back into the couch with a heavy sigh. “I needed to clarify some things that he didn’t seem to understand.”

“I didn’t mean to push you away, or pin you to the door.”

“You didn’t,” you assured him as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Was kind of hot though.”

Charles laughed nervously. “Yeah, it was. Would it be alright if I did that?”

You peeked up under your lashes to see him looking intently at you. You didn’t realise he felt he needed permission but your heart skipped a beat over the fact he asked. You hadn’t really had that before and your body burned in response as you shifted on the seat to straddle his hips. “Yes, Charles.”

“Not too vanilla,” he teased, but the laughter never reached his eyes.

“I don’t know why you are so hung up on that,” you tutted. “Vanilla isn’t an insult. It’s classic and timeless, and perfect for all occasions.”

“I suppose so,” he mused, half convinced.

“You know what wouldn’t be vanilla?” He shook his head and watched you sink to the floor between his legs. Your hands found the waistband of his fireproofs and dragged them down as he lifted his hips. You wet your lips at the sight of his semi that was growing harder by the second. “Letting me do this, with the door unlocked.”

His eyes widened and his lips parted but before he could think better and ask you to stop your lips sealed around his cock and the only sound that escaped was a sated sigh. “Putain, tu te sens si bien.”

You hummed at the taste of him in your mouth and you pressed your tongue against his shaft as you took him deeper. Incoherent French filled the room and you delighted in the sounds as you ignored the need to breathe. There was nothing prettier than rolling your eyes up his body to see the complete awe on his face as he watched you pleasure him, your name on his lips. Not a nickname or an endearment, your name, because you weren’t a secret to hide.

“Je vais…je vais foutre,” he moaned loudly. His hands gripped your head and he snapped his hips up, choking you with his cock as he buried himself in your throat. A thick stream of cum filled your mouth as he sagged back into the couch, his cock twitching as you milked every last drop on your tongue and swallowed it. 

You sat back on your heels pleased with yourself. He was thoroughly relaxed as he curled his fingers to draw you back up onto his lap. 

“Thank you,” he said softly, his confidence completely restored. “I’m sorry I have to get ready to go, chérie, or I would happily return the favour.”

“I can wait,” you hummed as he started to tease you with his fingers anyway. He eased one into your cunt to find it already wet and ready for him, then he added a second and pressed his thumb to your clit. “Someone might walk in,” you whispered, but it turned to a moan at the circles he drew around your clit.

“Someone might,” he chuckled, clearly enjoying the idea as much as you were. 

His fingers worked you to a frenzy and you rode your hips over them as you chased your release. He swallowed the cries of your release with a deep kiss, his tongue dominating yours and sharing the taste of his musk that coated your tongue. Lifting his fingers to his lips, he held your eyes as he licked them clean and your pussy clenched at the sight.

“That’s not vanilla,” you said as you bit your lip and climbed off. “Not vanilla at all, baby.”

He grinned at the compliment and tucked himself away before standing up too. “I’ll see you after practice.”

“Drive safe.”

Charles didn’t stop smiling that night. His practice may not have had the top time but it was still a positive indicator that he was going to have a good pace for the race and better yet Carlos had crashed out. They had passed each other in the media pit and Charles didn’t have the ability to hide his smirk as he watched his teammate saunter off with a scowl on his face.

“I don’t know what you said to him, chérie,” Charles laughed at dinner with his friends, Carlos’ table much more reserved on the other side of the restaurant. “But I haven’t seen him that quiet, ever.”

“I just reminded him of his values,” you said with a sweet smile, and you fluttered your eyelashes too. “And what will happen if he tries to fuck with us again.”

“God, winter break can’t come soon enough,” Charles said as he took your hand and kissed it before draping his arm over your shoulders. Carlos shifted in his seat, eyebrows furrowing at you before he did the same to his girlfriend. “I don’t know if I will even want to leave the chalet.”

“One ski lesson with me and that might be the wise decision.”

Charles shook his head. “You’re not getting out of it, I told you, chérie, I’m the best.”

You smirked as your hand came to rest high up his thigh under the table. “Yes, yes you are.”

[riofann]

Future Planning

Trigger Warning: Abortion, Pregnancy

“Yay daddy's home!”

“Yay” you say unenthusiastically, not wanting to have the conversation you planned on having with him. 

As Marcus gets out of the car and runs towards the door. You grab the groceries and follow inside. 

“Oh man, you let Y/N carry all the bags? I taught you better than that” Rio lightly scolds while reaching for them 

“It's okay” you say maneuvering around him and placing them on the counter

“I'm sorry, won't happen again” Marcus hugs you suddenly

“Apology accepted” you smile down at him rubbing his head 

Rio and Marcus spend some time catching up until Marcus retreats to his room to do homework, shower, and get ready for dinner.

“You good mama?” He asks noticing how distant you were being 

“Yes” you say smiling at him and returning to cut the potatoes, he was moving closer to you and you had yet to break the news to him 

“You look good….I missed you” he wraps his arms around you from behind and places a soft kiss on your neck 

“Thanks” you look down and your hands are slightly trembling. This could wait till after dinner you try to rationalize but it couldn't because he might have already noticed something was off. No greater time than the present just rip off the bandaid you coach yourself. 

“We need to talk!” you blurt out and step away from him 

“Okay” He hated those 4 words especially when they came from you. It meant you were unhappy about something he did or didn't do.

“What is it?”  He watches as you create space between you two standing on the other side of the counter. It must have been really bad you only do this when it's bad. And he is bracing for impact

Just say it like you practiced, you coach yourself “I'm pregnant” you say matter of factly. A smile immediately appears on his face. And he walks over to you but stops when you put your hand up. "But I don't think we are ready so I've scheduled an abortion for end of the week” there it was finally out in the open

He stops smiling. “What do you mean by 'we are not ready’”. He chuckles, “this a joke or something mama?”

You shake your head “No I'm telling the truth” 

He scoffs and a look of confusion takes over his face. While he points behind him he says “I got a whole son mama”  he begins walking closer 

You nod “Yes you do that doesn't mean we are ready for another child in our relationship. Marcus’s schedule is busy pick him up here drop him off there practice and games play dates he's a handful and I do not mind doing all those things let me just stress I love doing all of this for Marcus but having another child will just add a layer of complexity that I believe we are not ready for” 

He was now at arms length “Based off of what?” 

Your heart is racing trying to make sure you don’t say anything that would trigger a fight “Based off…” You pause 

“Based off of what Y/N?”  he knows what you're going to say

You look at him “Based on your availability with the many "projects" you are currently overseeing” 

He sucks his teeth “Y/N” 

“I just don't think now is the best time Christopher” 

“Don't I get a say in this?” he points to himself 

“That's why we are discussing now” 

“But you already made the decision off some bullshit!” you take a step back seeing his anger simmering right below the surface. You take in a deep breath and prepare for whatever else he had to say “I can adjust whenever necessary” he argues 

You nod “I understand what you're saying I just think th…” 

He interrupts “So really it's you that's not ready and projecting that shit onto me” 

“I'm not projecting it onto you, I said we.” You argue back 

“I'm ready so who's left between us in that we?” 

“Christopher..”  he sucks his teeth again “Remember we had this discussion we discussed goals short and long term, how our future would look together and individually, we even agreed that right now having a child isn't the best, we went over how it would slow down your plan for expansion and profits. We agreed that I ha…” 

He interrupts again you moving closer and speaks in a stern voice “Stop” he commands he puts his hand on your stomach “Stop talking about this like we are discussing business.”  he rubs his thumb back and forth “we are talking about my baby, our baby” 

“I know that Christopher. But in order for you to meet” 

“Stop!” His jaws clench in anger, 

You open your mouth but refrain from speaking seeing the anger in his face

“I'm okay with slowing down, I want us to have a child together, this one and many more with you Y/N ” he speaks with conviction 

“Christopher.. I just” 

“Stop. Let me finish.” he sighs  “I know what I said but shit life happens I just cut my time at work in half for a month cuz of Marcus don't act like I won't do it for you” 

You go to object “yea but…” you pause to find the right way to say what you were thinking. Marcus was his child. It was different. You’re an adult, you don't believe that would be extended to you at least not as long as he did for Marcus. Let alone 9 months 

And it all clicks for him it wasnt that you were having his kid it's that you feared going through this alone “You won't be alone. I know I'm guilty of pushing you to the back burner but I've been working on it and it shows right?” 

“Yes that's true but” you still weren't convinced 

“But what mama? What is it? Cuz I'm all in doctors appointments, morning sickness, swollen feet, achy back, 4am cravings, pregnancy pillow I’m all in, you won't go through it alone I'll be there” he tries reassuring you 

You really want to believe him but it's hard he hasn't had the best track record of keeping promises. 

 “I will think about it” is all you can think to say 

He huffs in frustration “what else is there to think about Y/N?” 

“Many things Christopher you act like having a baby won't change everything” 

“And I'm telling you I will be here with you” he counters 

“And I appreciate that I just need to think about some things”

“So fuck everything I said you've made the decision you just trying to get my buy in?”

“No I haven't”

He scoffs again “You already scheduled the appointment what else is needed from me but to hold your hand while you go through with this bullshit”

“I’m..” you pause feeling yourself getting emotional “It's not set in stone Christopher. You've given me a lot to think about and I just need to process it all”

“End of week is in 3 days Y/N. If you already called and made the appointment you not bout to back out now.” he pauses  “When did you make the appointment?” 

“Last week..... when I found out” you mumble 

He scoffs “You couldn't have waited to talk to me first? Why did you even tell me?”

“I wanted to get your opinion” 

“Why?” 

“Because I value your opinion…” 

“Can't be you booked the appointment without even hearing what I got to say. And then you come home to drop good and then this bullshit news all at once and nothing I'm saying is swaying your decision. So why put me through this shit?!” 

“I'm sorry Christopher I just didn't want you to discover later”

“Whatever Y/N do what the fuck you wanna do cuz clearly you're the only one that matters in this relationship” with that he walks away 

You both don't say anything else to each other, the tension hangs in the air as the days tick by getting closer to your appointment. You want to continue to talk about it, but you say nothing. You need more reassurance but you feel guilty by how you handled the situation. 

You both don't even acknowledge each other as Friday approaches. He wakes up early and leaves. You get dressed and go to work. The day is a blur and if anyone asked you can’t tell them what fires you put out or what you worked on. When evening approaches you pull into the driveway of Abuela’s (Mariana’s) home. It was a get-together for one of the kids birthday in the family. You were late and Rio had been telling everyone that you weren't feeling well so it was a surprise to see you walk in. 

“Y/N you're here!” Nick greets 

“Hey!” you greet as you step into the room you see Rio in your peripheral vision but refrain from making direct contact. 

You make your rounds and join the ladies in the backyard this time the men are in charge of cooking.

“So Y/N how are you?” Mariana asks

Your body tenses up you knew Rio went to her for advice from time to time

“I'm good just work you know” you smile trying to fake it

“Life's treating you well? Anything coming up?” 

You feel like vomiting

You shake your head “No just work” 

She gave you a look he had gone to her, you were positive. Well this was it the end of your relationship as you knew it. If she sided with him why would she want her grandson staying with such a woman. 

You refrain from saying much feeling like everyone knew and when you were pulled into conversation you kept your answers short and brief. When the dinner is ready some women plate the food themselves while others were served by their partners. You fixed your plate, you were nauseous and also you were doing all that you could to avoid Rio. You were glad this was a casual celebration so seating is open and you sit with your back to him purposefully and pretend to be involved in an ongoing conversation between his relatives sitting in a circle. 

Nick sits by you and once again you tense up. He always had something up his sleeve “You and Rio got into it or something?”  he asks 

You roll your eyes “No”  you did your best to avoid whatever strange push and pull relationship they had 

“He hasn't even given you a kiss, when we know he can't go more than 30 minutes without showing you affection.” you remain silent and smile picking the dessert on your plate “come onnnn” he eggs you on “you can tell me we’re family” 

“It’s nothing Nick!”  you smile. 

“Well I'm here if you need me” he winks at you before leaving 

You never trusted him. You couldn't, you  have seen and heard too many shady situations caused by him.  

His scent lingers and it makes you feel even more nauseous and you do your best to make your way to the bathroom without raising concern from the group.

You barely have time to lock the door behind you before you vomit into the toilet bowl. 

You try your best at keeping quiet so no dry heaving or heavy breathing just liquidized food making noise as it makes impact with the water. When you're done you quickly spray the air freshener clean around the toilet, swish in some mouthwash you see in the cabinet and hurry out of the bathroom. 

“Oomph I'm sorry!”   Rhea says as you noth run into each other 

“Im so sorry Rhea” 

“Its okay wasn't paying attention to where I was going” 

You chuckle nervously “Me too” 

She rubs your arm “You okay? You look pale” 

“Yea yea just tired” 

“Oh yea get some rest this weekend. Marcus, Sean, and I are going to Florida!"

“Yea thats right, I remember” 

“Yea it should be fun! let me give Ezra this book” You nod and watch as she walks away 

When you return to the gathering you make it a point to leave first. It was getting late and you were tired. Your body was starting to crash from the high stress week and day.

You say your goodbyes with Mariana being the last person you hug 

“Congratulations sweetie, can't wait to meet my grandbaby”  she whispers. You look back at her shocked. “A woman knows come see me sometime next week”

“Si abuela” 

“Good drive home safe” and with that she walks away from you 

You get in the car in a daze. How would she have known were you showing that much? You begin your journey home. As soon as you get close to your home you see Rio calling you.  

You don't know why but this creates immediate panic in you he wouldn't be calling you unless he found out you didn't go through with the abortion. He calls again and you veer right and take the exit towards the freeway you aren't going home not now you need to calm down and all the emotions hit you like a ton of bricks so much so you pull over in a gas station to calm down. 

You're able to gather yourself quickly and make a quick stop at the local grocery store to pick up comfort snacks.Your heart sinks to see Rio's G- Wagon in the driveway. You cringe looking at the amount of time he had called you and texted. God why couldn’t you get it together. You scold yourself 

As suspected he was in the kitchen eyeing your every move. 

“Ignoring me now?”  You don't even want to say anything, you don't want to cry anymore

“No sorry I didn't hear my phone’s on silent." He wasn’t willing to argue about that now there were more pressing matters to discuss. He watches as you put the groceries away waiting for you to say something. 

“Abuela congratulated me on our new bundle of joy.” he finally speaks, realizing you weren’t going to say a thing. 

You nod “yup same” 

“You told her?” 

“No” 

“So you didn’t….” 

You shake your head “Nope I did not. Canceled on Thursday” 

He bites back a smile seeing how tense you still were but failing miserably 

“Talk to me mama we are a team remember”

“Uh yea” You take in a deep breath “I'm sorry. I didn’t handle this the right way. I should have. I panicked, I shouldn't have, I should have called you instead I got carried away in my head. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. You matter to me your opinion matters. I thought I was making the right decision for us. I don’t want you to think I don’t care about you. I’m sorry Christopher”  

He nods smiling and placing his hands on your waist 

“Come here” he pulls you towards him but you tense up

You put your hands on his chest “Umm no I should go take a shower” worried that all you did was smell like vomit. 

“Nah that I wanna hold you and I want you to talk to me. Tell me what's bothering you. I'll be here for you all the way.”  The tears gather in your eyes threatening to roll down your face. “Tell me” He urges caressing your face

“What if I'm not a good mother?” you mumble

He pieces your words together “What if you’re..” he stops and looks at you confused “You’re so good with Marcus why would you think that?”

“Yea but he has you and Rhea, so if I mess up you guys are there to fix things. And I wanted to have an abortion how does that make me a good mother?” you wipe away the tears

“Shh” he shushes your worry wrapping his arms around you. You whimper feeling the migraine forming as tears roll down your eyes “Tranquilo mama”

“I’m a bad person” you comment

He chuckles “no you’re not, stop thinking that way”

“I am” you insist “What good person would do what I did?”

“Look at me” He tilts your head up 

You bit your lip and shook your head. Why did looking at him always make you cry more when you were upset?

“Please mama,” he begs. You do so and he sighs in relief “You’re not a bad person, a little crazy” he jokes “But you’re not a bad person you will be a great mother just like you have been to Marcus. I don’t want you to worry about this. I don’t want you stressing over this. I forgive you for how you handled this. I should have also understood where you were coming from so it's not all your fault okay?”  You nod “Nah I need to hear you say it”

“I’m sorry”

“You already apologized mama,” he chuckles “I forgive you  its not your fault, I need to hear you say it”

“It’s not my fault” 

He kisses your forehead and gives you a loving embrace and you two stand in silence for a while, his heartbeat calming you down. “How about I run a bath for both of us”

“Okay”

“Come on mama” 

“You know abuela just comes up to me and pinches my arm talkin’ ‘bout why didn’t I tell her you were pregnant” you giggle “that shit hurt” he speaks while you relax on him in the tub

“Sorry, she told me congratulations when I was leaving. I thought you had told her”

“Nah, man that's crazy how did she find out?”

“She said to me a woman knows”

“Is this like some ET shit like y’all get with your period?”

You laugh “no I don’t know how. maybe it comes with age?”

He chuckles “Well whatever it is I’m glad we have her Blessing” 

“Yea” 

“You book an appointment to the doctor yet?”

“Mhmm” you nod “in 2 weeks”

He kisses your shoulder “I’ll be there” 

“Do you want a boy or a girl?”

“I want a healthy baby, but if I had to pick, I want a baby girl”

“And if its a boy?”

He shrugs “Love them the same but that's why we got all the time in the world. You and I can keep trying till I get my princessa.”

You chuckle “no im not about to keep pushing out babies till you get a girl”

He groans playfully “why not?”

“Besides, what if it's all girls?”

“Then we keep trying till we get another principe” 

“Christopher” you pinch his thigh

He laughs “Oww! I’m joking. I’m joking” 

A comfortable silence takes over and once the bath is done you both lay in bed in each others arms. “Can’t wait to see you waddle around the house” You groan making him chuckle “You’ll fill out real nice mama”

“And you ruined the moment”

He laughs “I love you” he says kissing you 

“I love you too.”

[toasttt11]

prague

October 4, 2024

Gemma was smiling as she listened to Macklin talk to her through facetime as she was getting ready for her first NHL game.

She loved the suit she had for her draft and went back to the same place to get her suit made for her first game, she chose an all red suit with the vest and everything and it was a velvet material.

Gemma was buttoning up her vest and noticed Macklin had stopped talking and looked up noticing he was staring at her, “Mack.” Gemma whined covering her face as her cheeks were burning, she knew exactly what his look is.

“What?” Macklin grinned seeing her being shy, “How can i not admire my pretty girl.” Macklin smiled flirting with his girlfriend.

Gemma let out a small smile and peeked out from behind her hands as her entire face was flushed, “Mack.” Gemma softly mumbled.

Macklin grinned even wider and took multiple screenshots of her.

“Stop!” Gemma laughed as she watched the screenshot go off a bunch.

Macklin just shrugged with a smile but did stop as she asked him too.

“Hey you’re gonna do amazing today.” Macklin pipped in giving her a soft but serious look, he wished he could be there for her first game but unfortunately he couldn’t be and she wouldn’t be able to be at his first game either.

Gemma softly nodded, “Thanks Amore.”

She slipped on her black boots and threw her blazer jacket on and fixing her seventeen necklace.

“Do a spin please.” Macklin softly asked as he looked at the screen eagerly, he always have loved red on Gemma.

Gemma smiled shyly and spun around to Macklin, “Absolutely beautiful my love.” Macklin lovingly told her.

“Thank you.” Gemma softly mumbled back with flushed cheeks again.

“Go talk to your brothers i’ll talk to you tonight, I love you and you’re going to do amazing.” Macklin softly spoke to her.

Gemma smiled softly picking up her phone, “I love you, talk to you tonight Macky.” Gemma blew him a soft kiss making him grin and catch the kiss before she hung up.

Gemma clicked on the facetime with Luca and Adam and Luca answered first and a few moments later Adam joined.

“Happy first game day Gems!” Luca softly cheered with a proud smile, he was incredibly disappointed he wasn’t able to come out and see her first game but hopefully he could make it a home game soon to see her play.

“Welcome to the NHL Gemmie!” Adam playfully sung out with a wide proud smile. He was sad with his own schedule he wouldn’t be able to come out and see her first game especially as she saw came to see his.

“Thanks guys.” Gemma softly spoke smiling at her older brothers, it was a bit disappointing to realize that only her parents could be at her first game but at least they would be here because when she won the gold medal she had no family there.

“I’m sorry i couldn’t make it.” Luca apologized frowning slightly.

“It’s okay.” Gemma accepted his apology and she talked with her brothers for a little while more before she said her goodbyes and grabbed her things leaving her hotel room.

Gemma walked down to the lobby seeing a lot of the team there already and waiting for the bus to show up.

Gemma walked over to Seamus and talked with him until the bus came and she headed into the bus sitting next to Jack.

Gemma walked into the arena with her team heading to the locker room.

Gemma headed to her stall sitting down and getting ready for warms up. She followed some of her team to play sewer to warm up for a little while before they all headed to the locker room getting their hockey equipment on.

Gemma spilt her hair into two and started french braiding her hair, she likes to always have some time of braid in her hair when she is playing and two french braids are one of her favorites. She tied off the braids and reached back into her stall grabbing her roll of red ribbon that she always wears for games only.

Gemma has been tying red ribbon bows on her hair for years now and it’s something she does for every game.

Gemma tied the ribbons into bows around both braids and tossed the roll back into her stall.

“Do you always do bows?” Dawson asked curiously as he was watched her tie the bows, he had saw the ribbons in the stall and was curious what they are used for.

“Always.” Gemma nodded softly.

“Bows.” Nate grinned from where he sat next to Dawson.

“Ohh yes that’s a good nickname.” Dawson immediately agreed with Nate.

“Bows.” Dougie grinned as he walked by tugging softly on her braid.

Gemma smiled slightly at the nickname not minding.

Gemma stood up and started walking out of the locker room getting high fives and pats on the head as she headed to the ice for her rookie lap with Seamus.

Gemma and Seamus shared a smile and a fist bump before Gemma hopped onto the ice first with Seamus right behind her.

They passed the puck back and forth with each other and took a few shots on the goal before heading towards the bench and the rest of the team joined them on the ice.

Gemma giggled as Jack playfully sook her shoulders giving her a proud smile before she skated around warming up.

She perked up as Jonathan passed her a puck and gestured for her to pass it back, Gemma and Kovacevic passed the pack and fourth with each other and he let her pass the puck around his legs until they had to go off the ice until the start of the game.

Gemma got to stand on the ice for the national anthem for her first game and was on the starting line with Palat and Nico and then after the first shift they would go back to their lines.

Gemma focused on the ice and smiled as she realized she finally did it, she made it in the NHL and she’s starting her first game.

She loved it immediately, the game is already faster and harder than she is used to but she loves it and was playing incredible.

Gemma was on her fourth shift of the first period the score was still 0-0 and it was the first power play for the Devils.

Nico passed the puck across the ice to Jack and Jack went around the back of the net passing the puck across the front of the goal right to Gemma, Gemma hit the puck into the goal and she blinked her smile growing as she realized she just scored her first goal.

Gemma giggled as Jack got to her first and immediately hugging her as Nico came to her next giving her endless head pats and Jesper hugged her from the other side. Dougie and Kovacevic quickly joined the hug all of them congratulating her.

Gemma was let go after a little while and when she skated to the bench she didn’t notice Nico grab the puck.

Gemma high fived her whole team with a proud beaming smile before she sat down on the bench.

Keefe gave her shoulder a proud shake before patting her shoulder.

Before she knew the second period was already starting and the score was still 1-0.

Gemma had the puck on her stick and flicked it back to Jonathan who took the puck and shot it, getting a goal.

Gemma smiled widely as she skated over hugging Kovacevic.

Jonathan smiled at his first goal with the Devils but also shook Gemma excitedly as she just got her first assist.

Gemma was continuing to play amazing so she kept her sent out more and more and was sent out with Nico and Paul for a shift.

Cotter had the puck skating up the ice and passed it to Gemma who took the puck close to the ice and didn’t look when she flicked it right to Nico, who shot it right into the goal.

The Devil’s were now leading 3-1.

The third period started and Buffalo managed to finally get a goal halfway through the third period.

Gemma had a breakaway and glanced up and shot the puck right into the top corner of the net, gaining her second goal of the game.

Gemma was giggling as her teammates on the ice all hugged her and gave her head pats.

The Devils won the first game against Buffalo 4-1.

Gemma had two goals and two assists in her first NHL game.

Obviously Gemma got the first star of the game and was very perplexed why she was given a Rolex but just smiled softly and didn’t question it.

Gemma stepped into the locker room and immediately was drenched in water from her team making her laugh as they all cheered for her.

Gemma managed to get away from the water after a little bit and sat on her stall.

Nico plopped down next to her and gave her shoulder a soft proud squeeze, “You played an amazing game.” Nico complimented her giving her gentle smile and held out his hand holding two pucks.

“Are these?” Gemma perked up as she saw the writing on the pucks and gently picked them up.

“Your first goal and your first assist.” Nico smiled at her, he is usually the one who tries to grab the special pucks for his team.

“Thank you.” Gemma sweetly smiled at her captain and he gave her a gentle nod, “Nico?”

Nico hummed giving her his attention.

“What am i’m supposed to do with a Rolex?” Gemma sheepishly asked holding up the bag, she’s pretty sure it won’t even fit her right now.

Nico couldn’t help but laugh, “You can keep it and not wear it, give it to someone or get it resized to wear.”

Gemma nodded slightly she knew she wasn’t going to wear maybe Macklin would.

Gemma listened to Keefe talking to them after the game before she was allowed to head to the showers and got dressed back in her suit before grabbing her few things and walking out of the locker room.

Gemma walked out and saw her mom and dad waiting for her and she quickly walked over to them hugging them both at the same time.

“Our Gem you were incredible.” Julia softly cooed smiling at her only daughter.

Giuliano pressed a kiss to his daughter’s cheek, “Amazing Gem.”

Gemma smiled at her parents and leaned into the them as they walked out of the arena and headed to a small restaurant to get dinner together.

Gemma really wanted pizza so they found the cutest little pizza restaurant and face timed Adam and Luca.

It wasn’t perfect because Adam and Luca weren’t there but it was almost perfect and that’s good enough for Gemma.

Gemma spent a few hours with her parents and on the phone with her brothers before she was getting exhausted and headed back to the hotel.

Gemma quickly got into a pair of Macklin’s sweatpants and t-shirt and got into bed cuddling with her flower bouquet stuff animal immediately face timing Macklin.

“HOPEY!” Macklin cheered the second he answered the call, “You were so incredibly love!” Macklin had a proud smile on his face.

Gemma smiled softly, “Thanks Macky.”

Macklin started to ramble about everything he loved she did in the game and her eyes started fluttering shut listening to his voice as she eventually fell asleep.

Macklin smiled lovingly seeing her fast asleep.

The next game went just as good for Gemma, she got one goal and an assist on Seamus’s first goal, The Devils won that game too meaning they won both games in Prague.

[loilooloo]

tom and bill being protective because of a creepy interviewer

PROTECTIVE

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: tom and bill protect you during an uncomfortable interview.

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: sexual harassment?? some swearing

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hope you like it 😊 guys my birthday’s next week omggg

you and you band were scheduled to be on a show with an infamous interviewer. you’ve heard things about him and how he treats female guests differently. you talked to your manager about not wanting to be interviewed but she couldn’t change the schedule and the others couldn’t really do anything either. you begged and pleaded but the schedule was set in stone.

the day of the interview came and you were talking about your discomfort with it to the others on the car ride there. “i just hope he doesn’t say anything bad to me,” you said. “don’t worry ______, if he does we’ll defend you,” bill said while laughing. “yeah. i’m strong, i got this,” gustav said as he started flexing his muscles. you all laughed but you still couldn’t brush the feeling away.

you guys made it on set, and met with the interviewer. immediately you were uncomfortable by the way he looked at you and the others could see your discomfort by your behavior. he introduced himself and he already seemed like an asshole. “it’s very nice to meet you,” bill said before sitting down. the interview started shortly after mic checks and rehearsals.

“so, ______ before we start the interview i just want to say you have amazing breast,” he said. you gave him a blank stare, not knowing what to say as the others laughed off the awkwardness. you looked around wanting to leave already as he started with the next question. “you have a nice figure too, your clothes it your body so well,” he added. at this point you were trying hard not to cry as the others laughed, trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

“i don’t think my body is something you should be focused on,” you finally replied, trying to defend yourself. “well why not? it’s amazing,” he said again. you were gagged at this point not knowing what else to say to him. you looked at your manager from behind the set, motioning for her to do something. it was unfair how he was only targeting you with these uncomfortable questions and not the boys.

he continued talking again, breaking the silence but now asking very personal questions about your life, which made things worse. he talked about your mother who recently passed away and that hit you like a train. your face felt hot and the others looked worried.

“how do you know about that?” you asked the interviewer. your mothers passing was very private and only family and the band knew about it. “paparazzi photos of you were released from the funeral,” he said. you now wanted to punch him more than anything as you let out a sigh.

“can’t we get any privacy?” you asked. “were humans too,” you continued. “i mean i wouldn’t leave you alone either, especially since you have an amazing body,” he said, looking at you up and down. you swear you threw up a little in your mouth. “what’s wrong with you man?” asked tom. the interviewer went silent.

you got up to leave as you heard bill saying something. “shouldn’t you be worrying about your own private life?” he asked the interviewer. “yeah, it’s also really none of your business what ______ does,” tom added. “and why are you talking about her body? you’re like 100 years older than her,” bill continued. “and her mothers passing was very recent, read the room man,” tom said before leaving, the others followed you backstage before giving the interviewer a middle finger.

when you got back stage, you let it all out and started bawling, feeling so disgusted and objectified. tom ran to catch up with you and gave you a hug. “you’re all right now, i’m sorry it took us so long to say something,” he whispered in your ear. you felt so comforted as you hugged him back. the others caught up to you two and your manger came as well. “i’m sorry you had to go through that ______” said gustav as they all came and hugged you.

“thanks guys,” you let out with a quiet tone. “can we get out of here now?” you asked as you pulled away from the hug. “yeah let’s go,” said your mangager. the next day, the interviewer got his show cancelled and you were more than happy.

[starry-night-author]

Prompt #23

cw: blood

Hero was the first one awake, she always was.

Slipping through the huge, quiet, empty house, she couldn't help but feel like one of the undead herself. It was late in the year and cold, and the blanket she'd wrapped around herself trailed long behind her like a cloak.

The sun was just setting, the last violent dregs of red, orange, and yellow streaking through the sky. The huge elevated back patio was bathed in an orange light, Hero sat on one of the porch chairs to watch the light disappear from the sky like she always did.

She'd given up her diurnal schedule quite willingly, but sunsets were something she refused to let go of. It was harder now, with the sun going down earlier in the crisp autumn, but she always made sure to wake up in time.

The cold around her promised a frigid night, and Hero pulled her blanket tighter around herself and shivered. Her breath wasn't showing in the air just yet, but she knew by the time the sun went down, it would be.

She was just getting settled when there came a creak from behind her, a swish of the large sliding glass door that led out onto the patio opening. Hero twisted around to see who it was, no one in the house would be awake at this hour.

Villain squinted in the dying light, ducking down so she was beneath the line of direct sunlight that stretched horizontally across the house. She closed the sliding door behind her, almost hissing in discomfort.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd get up!" Hero exclaimed.

Villain moved toward her, being sure to keep out of the direct sunlight that beamed over her head. "Woke up too early," she grumbled, coming to sit next to Hero. "It's too bright."

Hero draped the blanket around her partner, Villain was quick to cuddle in next to her, still wanting to keep out of the light. She leaned most of herself on Hero, pulling the blanket around her and shivering into the crook of Hero's neck.

"You could've waited until the sun was down," Hero pointed out, kissing her forehead.

Villain didn't answer immediately, only cuddling closer, cold fingers finding Hero's warm ones and gripping them tightly. She didn't look directly at the sunset, but rather watched the red clouds drift by overhead.

"Wanted to spend some time with you before it got too dark," Villain mumbled, turning to bury most of her face in Hero's chest. "'M hungry, I want to go out tonight."

"You can't," Hero reminded her. "Superhero's been organizing those hunts, they'll catch you."

Villain growled, low and annoyed. "They won't catch me."

"They will," Hero stressed. "And I don't think I could get you out this time."

Villain growled again. "How long until the hunts stop?"

"They're planned to last until next week."

This growl was more a snarl, and Villain flopped dejectedly down into Hero's lap. Hero chuckled, petting through her partner's hair.

"Don't laugh at me."

"Sorry."

Hero looked back up at the dying light, her hand still absently running through Villain's hair. "Don't think I can last that long," it was always easy to read when Villain was hungry, she got grumpier, spoke less and in less complete sentences. Villain couldn't have lasted the week, and Hero couldn't have lasted the week of her behaving this way either. "Might start biting things."

"Like what?" Hero asked teasingly, leaning back. "Me?"

Villain turned her head to look up at her. "You're serious?"

Hero hesitated. Villain had only fed off of her once before, and then had overreacted afterwards when Hero had felt woozy. She said she'd never bite her again- but clearly that had now been forgotten in light of her current hunger.

"Hm... maybe." Hero scratched Villain's head the way she liked, and Villain leaned into it, smiling faintly. Her brilliantly white fangs glistened in the glow of the sunset. "I trust you."

Villain sat up. "Please, yes, only enough to get me to next week, I promise."

"I trust you," Hero said again, holding Villain's chin so she could lean in and kiss her gently.

"Good." Villain's red eyes were light brightly warm light from the sun. She leaned in to kiss Hero again, pressing against her lips, before moving to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then just below her ear.

Hero's breath hitched as a blush moved across her face, she was fully aware of exactly how this would feel. Warmth bloomed in her stomach, her hot breath now becoming visible in the air around her.

As Villain continued her kisses turned more to nipping, sharp fangs brushing against Hero's skin. Not biting, not yet- but enough to promise it.

Hero's hand found Villain's once more, and she gripped it tightly.

"Nervous?" Villain murmured against her shoulder.

"It's- it's not going to hurt, is it?" She couldn't remember if it had last time.

"Only for a second," Villain promised. She nipped harder at Hero's skin, and the crime stopper gasped. "Only for a second."

There came the swish of the sliding glass door from behind them, and the two of them both sat up, twisting around. Hero's heart was pounding as if she'd just been caught doing something forbidden- and perhaps she was. Her jacket had been pulled down to reveal her shoulder, the teeth marks left there by Villain outlined neatly in the sun behind it.

But it was just Supervillain, standing in the doorway and squinting at them. The sun had gone down enough that she didn't have to duck to be out of its light. "What's going on?"

They didn't answer.

Supervillain stepped closer. "Villain- I thought you said you wouldn't bite her again!"

Supervillain herself had flat out refused to ever bite Hero, not wanting to run the risk of taking too much. "Besides, I thought we were going out tonight."

"Superhero's organizing vampire hunts, they're going until next week." Hero explained quickly, defending Villain. "Villain was just going to have enough to make it until then."

"I'm sure she could make it without feeding off of you." Supervillain came to stand behind the cushioned outdoor couch the two were sitting on, leaning down to kiss Hero's forehead.

"I suggested it," Hero told her. "I don't mind."

"You're sure?"

"I trust her."

"I don't think I could make it," Villain piped up. "If you wanted my input."

"Oh hush." Supervillain kissed her forehead as well. "It's been even longer since I've fed and I'm doing just fine."

"You're stronger than me." Villain leaned forward, resting her forehead against Hero's shoulder. "Now can we continue?"

"Oh by all means," Supervillain walked around to the front of the couch, flicking her hands dismissively as she sat down on Hero's other side. "Just act like I'm not here."

"You could... um, feed off of me too." Hero had never much liked that phrasing.

"You want both of us?" Villain sat up.

Hero blushed. "Well, a-as long as you know where to stop I don't see the issue. Y'know, just enough to help both of you until the hunts stop."

Supervillain thought. "If we were careful... I don't know, Hero. You'd trust us that much?"

"Of course," Hero moved to adjust the collar of her jacket so more of her neck was exposed on either side.

"Let me help," Supervillain's voice was suddenly much lower, more sultry. Her hand landed at Hero's throat, fingers toying with the zipper for a moment before pulling it down.

On Hero's other side Villain went right back to kissing at her jaw, and Supervillain pulled Hero's face to hers to kiss her lips as she adjusted Hero's jacket.

Hero sighed against Supervillain's lips, and she felt the criminal smile. Opening her eyes, she was met with Supervillain's half-lidded gaze, red eyes seeming to glow in the darkening red night.

Jacket pulled most of the way down her shoulders, Hero's neck was perfectly exposed to both of her vampire partners. Villain's teeth gently pinched her neck, but she didn't bite yet. Supervillain's mouth trailed down Hero's jaw, slowly moving to the place between Hero's neck and shoulder.

Villain bit first.

Sinking her teeth unexpectedly into Hero's neck the crime stopper gasped at the pain- which faded almost as soon and as suddenly as it'd come. Hero's gasp was released as a groan, heat coursing through her as Villain properly attached herself to her neck.

Supervillain was rushing back to Hero's lips almost before the groan left her, kissing her and running her thumb over her cheek. "Sshhh-shh, it'll fade in a second."

That's when Villain started to suck, and Hero's head would've fallen back if Supervillain wasn't holding it up. Hero whined, eyes drifting shut, and she heard Supervillain chuckle.

"You're so pretty when you blush," Supervillain murmured. As much as she wanted to focus on her words it was difficult to do so when Villain was licking and sucking at her neck. "All that blood rushing through your face- I could watch you for hours."

Supervillain let go of her face and Hero's head fell back to rest on the couch cushions. Hero could feel her licking her neck for a moment- before she bit down too.

There came the flash of pain- before that faded and Supervillain was sucking away. Hero moaned, all she could do was gasp for air as the heat spread throughout her.

Villain's hand trailed beneath her jacket, resting just over her heart, feeling the pounding organ. Hero shivered at her cold touch, then whined again as Villain's sharp nails pricked her skin. It was as if she wanted to claw her heart out, to feel the thing that pushed the delicious blood all throughout her body.

A drop of blood managed to escape Supervillain, running down Hero's collarbone and nearly dripping onto her jacket. Supervillain was quick to follow it, licking a strip back up to her neck before biting down again.

Hero moaned once more. "Supervilla-ain-"

At the same time she could feel Villain getting more ravenous, shifting to bite harder down on Hero's neck. Her nails began gently petting Hero's chest, and Hero shivered again.

This felt amazing. Hero was sure it was something in the vampire's bite that made it this pleasurable, and she most definitely wasn't complaining. Their biting, their sucking, their touching- she didn't want it to end.

Hero wanted to give it all to them, wanted them to bleed her dry until they had everything they needed. She would do anything for them, beg them to just use her. She was theirs to do with what they pleased, and that was everything she could ask for.

The two vampires pulled away suddenly and simultaneously, they could feel just how much they were draining Hero and knew when to stop. They left Hero still gasping and internally begging, head fallen back on the couch and her neck and shoulders a mess of blood.

"You're delectable," Villain breathed. Hero smiled faintly. Her earlier lust for them was already fading, she was suddenly much more grateful that they hadn't taken all of her blood rather than pleading for them to take more.

Supervillain lifted her head, Hero's eyes opened and she nearly groaned again. Supervillain's face was a mess- her chin and once dazzling teeth now coated in Hero's blood.

Supervillain kissed her- and Hero had to admit there was something enticing about tasting her own blood in Supervillain's mouth. Villain, never one to be left out, began leaving bloody kisses along Hero's neck.

At last, Supervillain drew back. "Thank you, dearest."

"Yes," Villain pressed a quick kiss against Hero's lips. "Thank you."

"N-no problem." Hero was still trying to catch her breath, still trying to calm down. "We- we could do that more often if you guys need."

Supervillain smiled, and Hero flushed once more at the sight of her bloody teeth. "We'll see. Now let's get you cleaned up."

[trekkingaroundasgard]

Midnight Meetings (Clint Barton x Reader)

Summary: In the middle of the night you wait to meet your contact for the upcoming mission. He's not quite what you expected.

Gender: Neutral

Rating: Gen/Teen

Tags: SHIELD!Reader, first meetings, spies, eventual colleagues to lovers

Words: 1.1k

Note: The first part in a mini series. It will be updated... at some point.

@thehawkeyesbingo prompt: "Quick catch that flamingo, it stole my wallet"

The seat in the booth behind you creaked. You glanced to your left, attempting to steal a look at the man – you assumed, from the light smell of aftershave. However, a server stood directly in front of the mirrored surface where you could have caught a glimpse. You expected her to move any moment but she didn’t; apparently, flirting with the line cook was much more important than serving truck drivers cold, drip coffee.

Slowly, you reached into your jacket, fingers curling around the handle of your pistol. The last thing you wanted was to whip out a gun in the middle of the shitty motorway diner but it was better to be safe than sorry. Should things turn sour, the nearest exit was less than five steps away and your secondary escape remained unblocked.

You stiffened as the man moved, lazily stretching his arm across the thin surface that separated your booths. He twisted his head, not quite enough to bring him into your peripheral but close enough to your ear to whisper, “Catch that flamingo.”

The grip on your gun loosened. “It stole my wallet,” you responded quietly. If the situation weren’t so dire, you’d be suppressing an eye-roll about now. Whoever came up with these ridiculous countersigns had issues.

Without another word, he dropped a folded note into your open bag which you then gathered casually along with your coat. Leaving a few notes on the table, you walked out to the car park without looking up from the ground. It was only as you sat in your car, fastening your seatbelt, that you finally caught a look at the man you were to partner with through the diner window.

It was difficult to make out details from this angle, not helped by the reflection of the neon sign on the glass, but you saw enough to know who you’d be looking for later. Short blond hair, broad frame. Otherwise unremarkable. Just what you’d expect from a spy.

You unfolded the paper he’d given and frowned.

A New York pizza menu?

You were used to cryptic clues from both your sources and your superiors but even by those standards this seemed left field. Were you supposed to call the proprietor and ask for mighty meat? Perhaps it was a front for the New York branch of SHIELD, a way for agents in the field to get the information they needed. But what good would that do you half way across the world?

You looked at the leaflet again, this time giving it more than a confused cursory glance, and there you saw it. Scribbled in the bottom corner, a telephone number with a distinctly local calling code. A quick search returned the name and address of a crappy hotel about half an hour away.

It was probably a bit paranoid to assume you were being followed but you checked for a tail nonetheless before heading towards the hotel. The guy on the desk was half asleep when you arrived, a victim of perpetually unlucky scheduling judging by the dark bags under his eyes. He didn’t bother to check your fake ID, instead simply handing over a preprepared room key and pointing vaguely up the stairs.

The overhead lights were too bright for this time of night so you only switched on the bedside lamp. Perched on the edge of the bed, in the relative darkness, you pulled the case folder from your duffle bag and skimmed through the files once more. Halfway down the page, you heard a gentle knock.

You peered through the viewer and saw a blond man. Or, rather, a very intense close up of his nose and an eye. “I caught the flamingo.”

Clearly more tired than you thought, your mind blanked entirely on the correct response. It didn’t matter, though, you rationed, since he had already come to your door. Flicking the lock, you opened the door wide enough for him to step through before locking it again. Gesturing towards the beds, you said, “How does that one go?”

“Huh?”

“The countersign. I caught the flamingo…”

“He’s a slippery bastard.” He flopped onto the bed and dragged a large palm down his face. With a sigh that seemed to come from deep inside his bones, he said, “I don’t know. It’s not a real sign. I’m too tired to think. Just needed you to open the door. What time is it?”

“About two thirty.”

“Right.” The man sat suddenly, like someone had yanked on a puppet string and pulled him upright. “Well. It’s nice to meet you and all but I’ve gotta make some calls and get everything ready for tomorrow. You’ve got the files?”

You nodded towards the brown folder that you’d been reading before he interrupted.

“Great. I’ll brief you in the morning.”

He looked up and suddenly seemed to see you for the first time. Not fast enough to hide the interest that flickered across his gaze, he instead leaned into it. You’d have shrunk under such over attention from any other agent, especially one you’d just met, but there was something about him, something magnetic. The bedside lamp cast a warm light over his face, highlighting both the sharp features and the softness in his smile.

Resting back on his hands, you couldn’t help but mirror his appreciation. The bedside lamp worked doubly hard to emphasise the thickness and strength of his muscles. The midnight chill had set in but he hardly seemed bothered; with no jacket to hide beneath, you were given a full view of the tight pull of his shirt across his chest and the prominent veins along his arms. You doubted if you’d be able to wrap your hand around the muscles, so large were they.

He unashamedly let his gaze drop to your lips, your neck, your chest, before dragging his attention slowly back up to your eyes. “I’m Clint, by the way.”

You gave your name in return and felt your stomach twist when he smiled back. Forcing some semblance of professionalism into the ever shrinking space between you, you stretched out a hand and tried not to shiver at the sparks which danced across your skin when he shook it.

Slowly pulling it back, pretending that his simple touch hadn’t set your nerves on fire, you said, “I look forward to working with you, Clint.”

“Get some rest,” he said softly, finally pushing up off the bed and heading towards the door. “I’m in one-oh-six if you need me.”

There was an invitation there, in the inflection, the up tick of his grin, you were certain. Not tonight, you cautioned yourself. Maybe after the mission was over. Yeah. If he still looked at you the same way after this was done, after he learned what you really were, then you’d accept the invitation. Not a moment sooner, though.

[lovinkiri]

Undercover Wild Cat, Wild Wake Up

Description: Feeling lonely and a bit concerned for Eijirou's sleep schedule, Sasha decides to wake him up the nicest way she can think of.

Author's Thoughts: Grammarly was being difficult, so I'm sorry about the mistakes. I'll definitely go back and try to fix it later, but I fixed as much as I could catch.

Art Credit: @.jabberwockyface

OC Credit: @jix-the-dragon

Sasha leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom with a pout. The same bedroom she shared with Eijirou Kirishima every night. The same Eijirou Kirishima sleeping on their bed, light snores left his mouth. His hair was messy against the pillow, and she could see his black roots, reminding her that she’d have to help him dye his hair again soon. They were barely noticeable, but she knew Eijirou liked to stay on top of that kind of stuff.

Walking over, she plopped down next to his large sleeping form. He didn’t wake up, and she giggled at how a strand of hair fell onto his face. His hair had grown so much since high school, now just below his shoulders. She reached over and tucked the strand behind his ear, pausing to admire just how beautiful he looked resting like this. He was the prettiest man she’d ever seen. Though, despite how pretty he looked while sleeping, she couldn’t help but miss those ruby eyes and how his lips curled into a smile when looking at her. She realized that she wouldn’t get to spend a lot of time with him if he slept through the day like he had been, and that by the time he woke up, she’d be fast asleep. She always had a hard time falling asleep without Eijirou cuddling her. Not only that, but he had work the next day and she didn’t want him patrolling in a state of exhaustion. An exhausted Eijirou was certainly not a happy Eijirou.

She thought about nudging him awake and sharing her concerns with him, but she began thinking of a better idea. Rather than abruptly waking him, she could do it more gradually. In a more naughty fashion. What better way for him to wake up than with her under the blankets making him feel good? This was something they’d discussed before, having given each other full permission to initiate sex with the other during sleep if needed. Hell, Eijirou seemed excited when they talked about it, and she’d woken up plenty of times to find him between her legs because he needed to taste her. Now, it was just her turn, and she would get her filling. Luckily she was dressed just for this too, only in her laced panties and an oversized shirt.

Slowly, she peeled back the blankets, looking at him hungrily as his sculpted figure was revealed to her, only wearing his black boxers. She’d seen his body many times before, but he was so attractive, she couldn’t help but stare every time he took his clothes off. She wondered how she got so lucky, having found a man who was not only the sweetest, most respectful person she’d ever met but was also so gorgeous. Somehow, she had managed to hit the jackpot when meeting him. She knew that if Eijirou was awake, she’d be saying these things out loud and he’d be blushing under her gaze. How he didn’t see how good-looking he was, that was beyond her.

She gently pressed her lips against his neck, slowly and gently kissing down his body, running her lips along every scar. His body told her stories of every rescue mission and every fight he’d been involved in, some of which she remembered having been there. Eijirou’s face somehow seemed to soften more and he let out a small, content hum. She smiled up at him and held in another giggle. Soft kisses were a huge weakness of his.

Curling her fingers around the waistband of his boxers, she began working to pull them down without waking him yet. Though he was asleep, he began shifting his hips, as if trying to help her. She did giggle that time, amused and endeared by how good he was for her even now. She’d have to give him lots of praise when he woke up.

When his cock came into view, she was surprised by how hard he was already. She wondered if he had been dreaming about her, or maybe his body was reacting to her kisses. Eijirou was always sensitive, squirming at the lightest of her touches sometimes. He had explained that he couldn’t help himself, he just loved the way she touched him, and that he still found himself blushing when she kissed his cheek. 

“You’re so cute, Eij…” She whispered softly before licking up, from his balls to his tip. She heard him gasp softly, his legs spreading immediately for her. She smacked the tip against her tongue a few times before slowly sucking his tip into her mouth, only to pop it back out a few seconds later. This continued for a while, she was content to do this all day, enjoying the facial expressions he made. But when began tasting his pre, she noticed how hard she was, and decided to give him exactly what his body wanted.

The next time she took him into her mouth, she didn’t stop at the tip. Eijirou was big, so, of course, she took her time, but she was determined to take every inch of him into her mouth. She gagged a bit once in a while, but she didn’t mind, and she knew Eijirou didn’t mind her throat squeezing around his cock one bit. With every inch, her eyes flicked up to look at his face. His lips were parting, slow deep breaths escaping them as his face flushed pink. 

Finally, her lips pressed against his pelvis and he exhaled deeply. She closed her eyes, trying to adjust to the feeling of Eijirou in her throat as slipped through her puckered lips. Her tongue writhed against the underside of his dick, wanting to make him feel good while she adjusted. She could tell it was working, hearing him groan softly above her as if urging her to continue.

When she felt comfortable enough to continue, she began bobbing her head. At first, lifting her head two inches from the pelvis, then four, until finally, she was bobbing her head from the tip to the base. It would only be a matter of time before Eijirou woke up, she figured. If the pleasure didn’t wake him, the sound of her slurping as she sucked him off definitely would. For now, though, Eijirou was still sleeping, moaning groggily as he did. The sound of his deep morning voice making such obscene noises was enough to make her clench her thighs, growing wetter at the sound.

Eventually, She was able to breathe steadily through her nose, that was if she focused. But it was hard with how raw her throat was becoming, feeling sore as she dragged his dick in and out of the tight fit. Her throat would surely be sore the next day.

“S… Sasha…” Eijirou moaned, making her look up at him through her lashes, expecting to see his eyes open and looking down at her. Her tail began to sway in excitement, but she simply met his closed eyelids. She moaned softly around his length as she realized he hadn’t woken up but was thinking about her, possibly dreaming about her. Even in his rest, it would always be Sasha. 

She pulled off of his cock with a ‘pop’ and kissed from his tip to his base sloppily, her lips and chin covered in saliva. She started giving his balls small licks, moaning softly as Eijirou throbbed in her hands. Then she started suckling on them gently, moaning to add to the sensations she was giving him. Her hands began massaging his thighs, just the way he liked, her claws tracing hearts into his skin. Then she brought a hand up to slowly quickly pump his dick. She knew her fast movements would probably wake him, but she decided he’d slept long enough now, and she wanted to hear how good she was making him feel. It seemed to be working, as Eijirou’s head lolled to the side with a deep moan. 

Eijirou was having an amazing dream. Sasha was making him feel good, talking sweetly as she took care of him, and he was able to lay back and enjoy it. The pleasure began feeling a little different though. Somehow, it started to feel more and more real. The Sasha before his eyes was suddenly gone, but the pleasure was still there. And then he was opening his eyes, he had no idea they were closed to begin with. He realized he must have fallen asleep while scrolling through his phone earlier. 

The first thing he saw was the sun leaking through the curtains of their bedroom, so it was still day. The pleasure was still there though, and when he looked down, he found himself pleasantly surprised. His girlfriend lay between his legs, sucking at his balls as her nose nudged at the underside of his cock. It seemed as though his dream was a lot more than a dream.

Reaching down, he tangled his fingers in her soft blonde locks. When she looked at him this time, amber eyes met ruby eyes. Pulling away from his crotch, she smiled up at him sweetly. “Hey, Sleepyhead. You fell asleep on me, so I hope you don’t mind me waking you up…” She crawled up his body, his hand sliding from her hair down her back. “I wanted to make sure you’d be sleeping with me tonight. I know you can get restless when you’re up by yourself.” She kissed up his neck and jaw until she made it to his lips. 

They shared a sweet kiss, Eijirou humming quietly into it. When she pulled away, she giggled deviously. He gave a slight smile, looking up at her affectionately. “You’re such a devious wild cat, you know that?” He murmured against her lips. She laughed breathily and sat up. Rubbing up and down his chest, then scratching down to his abs with just enough pressure to leave red lines trailing behind. He groaned and arched his chest into her hands, making her smirk.

“I wouldn’t be much of a wild cat if I was tamed, right?” She licked her lips and straddled him, his cock pressing against her clothed cunt. She mewled softly as the tip nudged her against her clit, quickly moving her hips to grind against him. “And don’t you like me when I get wild, baby?” She moaned softly, pulling off her shirt to give him a view and cool down from the heat building between the two of them. Before she could offer, his hands were already on her breasts, rubbing and groping the mounds eagerly. She gave a soft gasp as he pinched her nipples, and he smiled. Just the reaction he wanted. 

“God, you’re so beautiful, Sash…” He praised her, looking up at her as if he worshipped her or as if she were a goddess. And she might as well have been with how enamored he was with her. He found a sort of divine beauty in everything about her. From her bouncing locks to her roaming hands, and her wet cunt that soaked his cock even through her panties. Every single part of her made him feel like he was being touched by the hands of a goddess. Hell, he’d go as far as to say she was a goddess, his goddess. The only goddess he’d kneel for, he’d pray to, call out for. 

He wondered if Sasha knew just how much power she had over him. How she could do whatever she pleased with him, and he’d be just as pleased to accept. How he’d fall to his knees and beg for her love if she asked. But his goddess wasn’t so cruel as to deny him the love he so desperately craved, and she made sure to show him that. She was just as desperate as he was, after all.

Pulling her panties to the side, she took hold of his length and rubbed the tip against her slit. “Can’t wait anymore. I need to have you inside, Eiji, please.” She pouted, begging him even though she could easily have him at any moment. He didn’t know if she was teasing or being considerate, but he groaned either way.

“Fuck, you can have me, Sash. I’m yours, I’ve always been yours.” He said, his voice still scratchy from just having woken up. Eijirou’s morning voice always drove her absolutely crazy, she couldn’t resist it. Every time he spoke after waking up, it was as if she were under some sort of spell or quirk. 

She pushed his tip into her with a small moan, and immediately drop down to take all of him. The stretch hurt a bit, she probably should have taken her time, but as she started bouncing on him, she quickly came to realize that the pleasure definitely outweighed the discomfort. From there, she couldn’t stop. Sasha was fit, so she had enough stamina to go on forever, and she was sure that she would if she could. Eijirou always managed to fill her up and hit all of the right places. She often found herself crossing her legs, suddenly craving him inside of her when she started feeling horny. 

“God, Sasha, you’re so fuckin tight.” He growled softly, placing his hands over her hips, and doing it lightly so as to not disrupt her rhythm. His eyes were all over her, looking at every part of her body and face. Her bouncing breasts and beautiful eyes. Her supple thighs and her gentle hands. But he could not stop looking at her pussy, watching as she took him over and over again. 

She gave a small cry each time she dropped back down. “It’s because you’re so tight, Eiji, fill me up just right. Make me feel so good, baby.” She panted, leaning down to kiss him passionately. He returned the kiss with vigor, pressing his tongue against hers after a moment. They exchanged sweet nothings between kisses, giving each other praises and love. 

Eijirou pulled away and gave a broken moan, whispering against her lips, “I'm almost there baby, fuck.” He whined softly, his voice cracking. She gasped against his lips as his cock throbbed inside her gummy walls, her gasp turning into a breathy giggle. She didn’t dare slow down, determined to make Eijirou cum. “Ah, please give it to me, Eij!” She mewed softly.

He groaned, and it didn’t take him very long to spill his cum into her. The muscles in his stomach tensed and untensed, his hands gripped her hips, pressing her down on his hips and he ground into her. He was filled with an electricity that had left him short-circuiting. She whimpered quietly, feeling him grind against the deepest parts of her, filling her up with his cum so kindly.

She looked down at him, biting her lip as she examined the state of his skin-pricked body. His chest, ears, and face were flushed a pretty red. Just as pretty as his eyes, which were lidded and glazed over with love and ecstasy. She leaned down and rubbed her thumb against his cheeks. “You’re so pretty, Ei…”

Suddenly, she yelped as was flipped over. Eijirou looked down at her with lust-filled eyes, and now she felt like the prey. “E-E-ji?” She asked softly, looking up at him with wide eyes. Eijirou grinned down at her and chuckled at her expression. She almost looked innocent, but Eijirou knew better than that. She wanted this just as much as he did.

She whined softly as Eijirou’s cock slowly pressed into her once more, arching her back off the bed. She groaned softly, clenching his fists around the sheets. With every inch, Sasha felt herself further stretch out to fit Eijirou's girth. The redhead couldn't help but smirk and Sasha moved back against her, not bothering to quiet down her pleas. "Fuuck, Eijirou, more, pleease…"

Eijirou smiled at the way Sasha's cheeks puffed out into a pout and leaned down to claim her lips. His lips were soft and his tongue brought warmth and moisture to Sasha’s. Her noises swallowed into his lips, Sasha chose to curl her hands in his hair and give a small yank, humming in amusement as Eijirou grunted softly.

Pulling away, he looked at the desperate blonde beneath him. "Want it that bad, baby?" He chuckled under his breath. She frantically nodded up at him, grinding her hips up. "God yes, so bad.."

Shaking his head with a small smirk, Eijirou gave in and began picking up the pace. Eijirou didn't waste time before rutting his hips harshly against hers. She panted from the sudden change and threw her hips up with every thrust. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, euphoria blurring his vision once more. "S-Shit, y-yeah, just like that- fuck-" She panted, hands on his chest.

There was no mercy within those thrusts, only pure passion driven lust. Sasha bit down on her lips, now swollen from kissing, to muffle herself as much as she could, but it only did but so much. After all, Eijirou had his ways of getting Sasha vocal enough to his liking. 

Eijirou knew just how to make her cum. He didn’t do anything just fo his pleasure, always being the first to put her needs above his. And that was what made him so irresistible. Slowly, everything around Sasha faded. She could only feel Eijirou's cock taking long, deep strokes against her walls before pressing into the spot in her that made her toes curl. She squirmed against the tall man and unconsciously started to mumble incoherent swears.

It was quite the scene, being close like this, panting desperate moans into each other mouths. But they couldn’t stop now, especially when Eijirou traced his name into Sasha's skin with his tongue, a searing hot sensation trailing behind it. And especially not ehen the blonde dug her nails into Eijirou’s back, unconsciously pressing her mark into him and leaving Hoodie with scars he'd have to explain at some point to his friends in the lockeroom at work.

At least that's what Eijirou told himself as he watched Sasha come undone beneath him, tongue falling out as her eyes rolled up. Hoodie groaned at the sight, his own eyes fluttering. She was tight around him, squeezing him just right. He fully pressed into her, a broken moan leaving his lips as he came, filling her up once more. She moaned and pulled him closer, wanting to feel more of his skin against her.

“Oh god, oh fuck, Eiji…” She whimed softly, nuzzling into him. Her plan was to have Eijirou a mess in bed, but here she was, whining into his skin. Eijirou didn’t seem to mind though, in fact, it was his goal. He wanted to return the affection she’d given him.

When everything calmed down, she looked up at him with a smile, laughing at how his bedhead seemed to get worse. She imagined her hair was probably messy too, not that she cared to much. She gave a soft hum as he pulled out of her and watched him slump against her. She began playing in his hair, closing her eyes and focusing on her slowing heartbeat. 

“Now, we’re both sleepy…” He said, looking up at her from the valley of her breasts. They shared a laugh and he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Not that I’m upset about any of that. But I think it kinda defeated the purpose, you know?”

She nodded in understanding. “True, but…” She trailed off, looking down at him and winking. “Now we can fall asleep together.Or, who knows? Maybe the shower will wake up up.” She suggested, looking towards the bathroom connected to their room for a few seconds.

“Yeah, that’s if someone doesn’t get handsy.” He pressed, and she laughed more, rolling her eyes playfully. She did get handsy in the shower, but she couldn’t help herself. Her boyfriend looked so good, all of the time. What was she supposed to do? Not properly appreciate every perfect inch of his body?

“Please,” She started, running her hands from his hair to his neck, and then his back. She slowly began massaging to muscles, as if proving she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. “You’re just as handsy and you know it.”

He laughed and relaxed, nuzzling into her breast as if hiding away from the contradiction she’d pointed out. They laid there together in silence for a while. They knew they had to get up tpo shower, and they would in time. But for now, why would they rush to leave their shared embrace?

And they both knew what would happen in that shower. So, why not take a breather first?

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Healing and Scars - Home Invasion

Summary: Oliver makes a decision that forces to John's hand to make his own.

A/N: I do not own Arrow just my own Felicity AU twist to the story.

Oliver and John were training with John hitting hand mitts that were on Oliver’s hands. 

“You feel better?” Oliver asked as the larger man punched at the mitts. 

“I’ll feel better once we end Deadshot.” John grunted in anger, punching out with his fist. Jab after jab. “We have to end this guy before he makes any more widows out of wives.” 

Dig shook his wrist, feeling pain shoot through his hand. 

“We will. Diggle, we’ll stop him. I promised you I’d help take him down, and I keep my promises, but he’s on another continent.” Oliver said as John unwrapped his hands. Oliver’s voice was calm. Placating. 

“Not anymore.” Felicity cut in, gaining both their attention. She was seated at her computer station, working. “I thought it would be helpful to track A.R.G.U.S’ manhunt for Floyd Lawton aka Deadshot, so I decrypted their communication logs. Which means I just hacked a federal agency.” She continued as John slipped a shirt on and both he and Oliver came to stand on either side of her. “Which kind of makes me a cyber-terrorist, which is bad because I really don’t see myself fitting in well at Guantanamo Bay.” she ran a hand over her high ponytail. 

“Don’t worry, Felicity, they don’t send blondes there,” said Oliver, looking at her screens. 

“I dye it, actually.” Felicity confessed, then looked at him. “I keep your secret…”

Oliver smiled at her, and she smiled back. 

“Hey, what’d you find?” John asked, regaining Felicity’s focus. 

Oliver leaned over with an amused smile as Felicity regained her focus, to take a closer look at Felicity’s roots. 

“Deadshot is scheduled to meet with a potential new client here in Starling City.” Felicity had still images pulled up of the man in question. “Except the potential contract is bogus. Your friend Lyla is setting a trap for him. Lawton took the bait.”

John nodded. “Great, I’ll talk to Lyla, see if I can suss out any details.” 

“Good. I’ve got to have lunch with Laurel.” Oliver announced. 

“So when did you become, uh, lunch dates with Laurel?” asked John, sitting on the edge of Felicity’s desk with his arms crossed.

“Look, we’re just… We’re friends.” answered Oliver. 

“Friends are good.” Felicity said, sharing a look with John. From what she learned from John and what she gathered from social media, and tabloids, Oliver was incapable of being just friends with his on again off again high school sweetheart, now ex-girlfriend Laurel Lance. 

“But?” Oliver asked, not missing the exchange. 

Felicity swiveled her chair around. “Couldn’t you be friends with someone less complicated than your ex-girlfriend, who’s your ex-best friend’s current girlfriend?”

She looked at John, her source of first hand Oliver drama info. This all seemed to be a recipe for personal disaster. 

“I wear a hood and I put arrows into criminals, so when it comes to complexity…” Oliver turned, heading out. “I grade on a curve.” 

“Does he actually believe his own crap?” Felicity asked John as Oliver left the building.

“Yes.” John answered with absolute certainty. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Oliver walked to Laurel’s desk at CNRI where she was working on her computer. “Hi.”.

“Did you get my voicemail?” asked Laurel, not looking away from what she was doing. 

“No.” Oliver answered. 

“Things got a little crazy around here. Back-to-back meetings, I am so sorry, rain check?” she still didn’t look at him, completely distracted by her work. 

“Sure. I could definitely catch up on some club paperwork.” Oliver answered. “We’re way behind since Tommy left.” 

Laurel finally looked up at him. “I’m still shocked that he went to go work for Malcolm. You know, you were really understanding to let him take this opportunity.” She stood, moving around her desk. “Tommy said you were cool with it.” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” asked Oliver, following her toward the door. “He’s my friend. Like you.” 

He hated Tommy left. That his relationship with Tommy had deteriorated so badly, but he felt like there was nothing he could do to change that. 

A young couple with their son appeared in the doorway. “I’m sorry, are we early?” the man asked. 

“No, not at all.” Laurel answered. “Uh, Oliver, this is Eric Moore and his wife, Nancy. I’m prepping them for a deposition for tomorrow.” 

Oliver pointed to the little boy. “And this must be your bodyguard?” 

The little boy, no more than eight, smiled timidly. 

“This is our son, Taylor.” the woman introduced her arm around the shoulders of her son. 

“Well, you are in very capable hands. It was nice to meet you.” Oliver said before walking around them and out of CNRI. 

He was disappointed that his lunch with Laurel was canceled, but there was nothing he could do. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Oliver stepped out of his bathroom, steam still in the air from his hot shower, a green towel hanging low on his hips. 

The news running on his tv catching his attention. 

“Starling City is expected to be host of this year’s Festival of Lights exhibition,” a male reporter on the screen was saying. “In other news, the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Moore were found early this morning. The couple were being represented by attorney Laurel Lance of CNRI in a lawsuit against financier Edward Rasmus. Miraculously, their seven-year-old son Taylor survived the horrific attack.”

Oliver’s lips parted in surprise, and he turned on his heel with purpose.

No child should have had to go through such an ordeal, let alone at such a young age.  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Taylor sat in a chair, Laurel stood nearby with Tommy, biting her nails. 

“This isn’t your fault, Laurel. You shouldn’t feel guilty,” Tommy said, running a hand down her arm. 

“I don’t feel guilty. I’m angry.” Laurel said, her arm falling to her side. “This wasn’t some random break-in. Edward Rasmus is involved, I know it.” 

“Ok, listen, our guys are looking into this.” Lance appeared at their side. “But you need to stay out of it, ok? Because if Rasmus is behind this, he’s clearly not messing around.”

“Uh…” a social worker walked up with Taylor behind them. “If you’d like to say goodbye to Taylor, I will be taking him over to child services.” 

“Doesn’t he have any other family?” asked Laurel, into the boy’s said face. 

“Grandparents are in Melbourne.” the woman answered. “We’re tracking them down, but until then, he’s going to be a temporary ward of the state.” 

Laurel took Taylor by the shoulders, pulling him to her. “He can stay with me.” Tommy looked at her, surprised. “As his attorney, I am assigning myself temporary guardianship.” 

“You’d still need a judge’s order.” The woman reminded.

“I’ll have it to you in an hour.” Laurel assured her. 

“Well, have it your way.” The woman said and walked past them. 

Lance moved to stand in front of them. “Ok, look, I’m going to park a patrol car outside your place.”

“Fine.” Laurel agreed.

“And you…” Lance looked at Tommy. “You look after them, all right?” 

“I spend most nights at your daughter’s anyways.” Tommy answered, earning himself a look from Lance. “There was probably a better time to tell you that.”

“Probably not.” Lance walked away. 

Laurel crouched down to be at level with Taylor. “Hey, come stay in my house, ok?” 

Tommy looked past them to Oliver, walking through the door, he moved to intercept him. “What are you doing here?” 

“I heard what happened. I just wanted to make sure Laurel was ok.” Oliver looked past him to Laurel, seeing the little boy he met just yesterday. 

“You could have just called.” Tommy told him, blocking his path. 

“I met Laurel’s clients and their son yesterday and I felt badly.” Oliver informed him. . 

“You met them?” asked Tommy, wondering when Oliver could’ve met them when he never got the chance to. 

“Yeah, when I was picking up Laurel for lunch…” Oliver paused by the look on Tommy’s face. “Which she didn’t tell you about.”

But why? Why didn’t Laurel tell him? Was there a reason she was keeping their deepening and closening friendship a secret?  

“Tell you what?” asked Laurel, approaching with Taylor. 

“Nothing.” Tommy answered, moving to her side. 

“It’s settled.Taylor’s coming home with us tonight.” Laurel told him. 

“Well, if you need anything–”

Tommy cut Oliver off. “We’re fine.”

“Ok.” Oliver pressed his lips together in a thin smile. He didn’t know what was worse, seeing Laurel and him together or having his best friend, his brother, cutting him out. 

“We should really get going,” said Laurel, wanting to get Taylor home, hoping to make the boy more comfortable.  

“Here.” Tommy helped Laurel into her jacket and ushered her and Taylor out. 

Oliver watched them leave, feeling pushed out and dismissed. He couldn’t help thinking he could do more to help and he needed to, especially if they were still in danger. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Oliver walked into the foundry to see Felicity working away on her computers. “What’s this?” 

“Lyla’s mission profile on the trap they’ve set for Deadshot.” Felicity answered, her fingers flying across the keyboard. 

“Lawton is set to meet his new employer and get his assignment tomorrow at 8 pm. Only, his new employer… Will be an A.R.G.U.S. agent. Lyla will then swoop in with her team and arrest him.” Dig answered, balancing an open laptop on his forearm. 

The two had been working well together in Oliver’s absence. 

“Do you want Lawton arrested?” Oliver asked, looking across Felicity’s desk at him. 

“No.” John answered. He hated to admit it, but it was the truth. Every fiber of his being called for Lawton’s death. His brother’s killer didn’t deserve to see his next sunrise.  

“Then tomorrow night, we cross Floyd Lawton’s name off your list,” Oliver said, then added. “There is something else we need to look into. Two of Laurel’s clients were murdered last night. Their seven-year-old son barely escaped.” 

John shut the laptop. “That’s terrible.”

“Edward Rasmus, the financial advisor Laurel was taking to court, may not have pulled the trigger, but he probably called in the hit.” Said Oliver and Felicity were already looking the man up on her screens. “I want you to get into his corporate accounts, phone records, anything that may link him to the kill, ok?” he told Felicity, and she nodded silently. 

If she could help get justice for that little boy, she will. It was just awful what happened to him. She couldn’t imagine what he must be going through. 

Oliver moved toward the table, grabbed his hood. 

“Where are you going?” John asked. 

“Laurel’s,” Oliver answered, knowing and dreading the shit John would give him later. 

“Another friendly meal?” John half asked, half taunted 

Oliver didn’t give him a response and headed out. John could rib him later. 

John looked at Felicity, sharing another look with her. Another round on the Laurel and Oliver merry-go-round they go. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Taylor sat on the end of the couch, looking down. He looked heartbroken. 

Laurel sat on the back of the couch. “Taylor?” she rubbed her hand over his shoulder. “Sweetheart? Are you hungry? You know, I make the world’s best macaroni and cheese.” 

“It’s the only thing she knows how to make,” said Tommy as he rounded the couch. 

“I miss my mom and dad,” Taylor said, quietly. He didn’t want to eat. He just wanted his mom and dad. 

Tommy crushed in front of Taylor, gripping the crouch. “When I was your age, my mom tucked me into bed that night before going out. Then the next thing I knew, there was a police officer at my door. He said that she was gone and that I would never see her again. But you know what? He was wrong.”

Some days Tommy could still feel her loss like it had just happened yesterday. Some days were easier than others. 

“You saw her?” Taylor asked. 

“Mh-mmm.” Tommy nodded. “Every time I close my eyes, I can see her. Every time I go to bed, I see her in my dreams.”  

“Really?” asked Taylor, wanting it to be true. 

“Yeah. Now try it. Close your eyes,” Tommy encouraged. 

Taylor closed his eyes and bowed his head. “I see them,” he said and opened his eyes to look at Tommy. 

“Whenever you are sad or scared, just remember that they will always be there.” Tears shined in Tommy’s eyes. He had never been thankful for his own loss, but he was glad that he could help Taylor in some way, no matter how small it was. 

Laurel smiled, eyes shining. “You constantly surprise me, Merlyn.” 

A knock sounded on the door. 

Tommy stood to answer it. “I’ll get it.” 

“Ms. Lance? Lieutenant Kessel, SCPD.” a man's voice sounded from the side of the door. “Your dad asked me to check in.” 

Laurel moved toward the door. “Lieutenant, can you hold your badge up to the door, please?” she looked through the threshold and once she saw his back, she immediately back away, her breathing shaky. “Ok, great. Just one sec.” 

“What?” Tommy asked, seeing something was wrong. She was shaking. In fear. 

“His badge number begins with a zero, Lieutenant’s badge numbers begin with a one–” her voice was just as shaky.  

A gun shot blasted through the door, cutting her off. 

Laurel ran into another room while Tommy immediately went for Taylor, pulling the boy to the floor and covering him with his body. 

Mr. Blank kicked the door in. He moved through Laurel’s apartment. “It was the badge that gave me away, right?” 

He was full of confidence. 

He fired at the couch, shooting it up. 

Tommy, from his position on the floor, could see the man coming closer. He placed his hand over Taylor’s mouth to keep him from making a sound. 

“You know, my father’s a cop,” Laurel called out.  

Mr. Blank whirled, firing, clipping the wall. 

Laurel moved out from her cover, holding a shotgun. “And that’s not all he taught me.” and fired a shot at the man, but he dodged it. 

She tried to fire at him again, but the gun jammed. 

Mr. Blank raised his gun to shoot at her, but the hood crashed through the window and shot the gun out of his hand. The hood fired a second arrow, but Mr. Blank ran. The hood pursued, and Mr. Blank gave him a slip and went through the window The Hood came in through. 

Tommy lifted his head to see Oliver, relief in his eyes. 

The hood nodded at Laurel and then went out the same window he came through. 

If he hadn’t lingered, he may have caught up to Mr. Blank, but instead, the hit man got away. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Lance looked at the broken window that had crime scene tape. “I’m feeling like it might be time for you to move.” 

Laurel’s apartment, being a crime scene, seemed to be becoming a regular occurrence and as her father, it was worrying. 

Cops and forensics moved through the apartment, taking pictures for evidence. 

“Dad, whoever Rasmus hired is going to keep coming until he finishes the job, otherwise Rasmus will just hire someone else who will,” Laurel said, stepping around broken glass. 

Lance sighed. “Ok, listen, I want the three of you in protective custody immediately, and don’t even think about it.” he pointed at Laurel, knowing she would argue with him in protest. “He killed two of my men.” 

“The Hood just saved our lives. We can trust him.” Laurel defended. “He won’t let anything happen to me.” 

Tommy looked down. She had no idea how right she was. He hated it, but she wasn’t wrong and it would be the safest option for her and Taylor. 

“Even if I was comfortable with the idea of him watching over you 24/7, which I’m not, something tells me he’s got better things to do.” Lance replied. 

“What about Oliver?” Tommy asked when Lance started turning away. 

“Sorry, you got another friend named Oliver?” Lance asked, because he couldn’t be talking about Queen. 

“The Queens have more security than the President. They’ve got cameras everywhere, bodyguards in every wing, and no one goes in or out without being accounted for.” Tommy insisted, knowing Lance hated the idea, but it was the best option. “We both only want what is best for Laurel. And right now, that is to stay close to Oliver. Trust me.” 

Lance exhaled and gave a sharp nod. He hated it, but if it kept Laurel safe, that was all that mattered.  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

The Queen mansion door was opened to reveal Tommy, Laurel and Taylor on the threshold.

They walked inside, John letting them in and closing the door shut behind them. 

“This is Mr. Robbins.” John introduced another bodyguard. “Where you go, he goes. You’ll be very well protected, Ms. Lance.” 

“Thank you.” Laurel told hi. 

“I hand-selected these men myself. The house and the grounds are completely secure.” John went on to explain. 

“Please make yourself at home,” said Moira, and leaned forward toward Taylor. “You must be Taylor. How about I show you where I hide the good cookies? Ok?”

Taylor gave a small smile and took her hand, allowing her to lead him out. 

“Mr. Queen, whenever you’re ready, I can take you to your next appointment, sir.” John approached Oliver and looked at him meaningfully. “The Lawton meeting?” 

“Yes.I just need to swing by the club and pick up my good suit. So I’ll meet you there,” Oliver assured him.

“Of course, sir,” John replied, and headed out the door. 

“You’re leaving?” Tommy asked, surprised. 

“There’s something else I need to take care of,” Oliver told him. “It’s important.” 

“More important than what’s going on here?” Tommy looked pointedly toward Laurel at his side. 

Laurel looked between the two men, confused. “No offense to Oliver, but I think we need Mr. Robbins and his men more than him.”

She walked past them, following in the direction Moira and Taylor went. 

Oliver moved to walk past Tommy out the door, but Tommy stopped him. 

Tommy cleared his throat. “You are the reason why we’re here, and trust me, that wasn’t easy to admit.” 

“You’ll be fine. I promise,” Oliver told him and walked out the door. 

Tommy exhaled deeply. His anger and resentment for Oliver growing. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity was working away on her computers. “I’m uploading a satellite overview of the Plaza to your phone…”

“Thanks, but I know the place–” 

“Dig was pretty specific about where you should perch–” Felicity cut Oliver off. “you know, what position gives you the best shot at Lawton. I think. He used a lot of military jargon.” Felicity gave her head a shake. “So you’re sniping a sniper. Kind of ironic, don’t you think?” When Oliver didn’t respond, she tact on. “Me neither.”

Felicity's computer beeped, an alert flashing across the screen. 

“What’s that?” Oliver came to stand next to her, dressed in his leathers. 

“I had a remote access trojan scouring the Internet for Edward Rasmus. His name just popped up on a flight manifest, 8:15 to Shanghai… He’s running. That’s good, right? If he’s leaving town, he won’t be after Laurel and the child anymore. But if you did want to stop him, looks like it’s now or never.” She chanced a look up at him, her look serious. “Deadshot or Rasmus… Your choice.” 

Oliver left without saying a word. 

She hoped he was choosing to help John. After all, Laurel was practically being guarded in a fortress. However, if she learned anything from John about Oliver and Laurel, the likely hood of Oliver choosing John over Laurel was low on the bar. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

John was seated as Felicity stood next to him, carefully cleaning the blood from the wound above his eye. She wanted a good look before healing him; she needed to know just what it would look like for her once she did. Hopefully, it will take just a little makeup to cover up.

“What happened?” Oliver asked, returning to the foundry.

“You didn’t show. Things didn’t go well.” John answered, glaring. 

Felicity put down the wet cloth she was using. “Hold still.” She placed her hand over his wound, her hand glowing like sunlight. 

John could feel the warmth and tingling sensation where his wound was and then nothing. It was a weird feeling. 

John squeezed her hand in thanks. 

Felicity turned away, already feeling the wound above her eye. It was a minor nuisance compared to when she healed Oliver. 

Discreetly, she turned and rearranged her hair to cover her left eye, concealing the aftereffects of her healing ability. Thankfully, John and Oliver were focused on each other and not on her. 

“Rasmus was skipping town… And I had to re-prioritize,” Oliver explained. 

John stood. “Thanks to your new priorities, four agents are dead, Oliver. You could have stopped this guy, ended this maniac once and for all.” 

“Lawton got away?” Oliver asked. 

John took a step toward him. “You seriously think a man who goes by the name “Deadshot” was going down without a fight? I needed you there, man.” 

“Taylor Moore was relying on me, Diggle.” replied Oliver. .

“But this was never about that kid. He is safe under armed security at your house. This is about Laurel.” said John, refusing to let Oliver use the little boy as an excuse. 

Oliver looked him in the eye. “Diggle, I made a choice.” 

“I know. You chose Laurel.” John said and Oliver looked away, unable to deny it. “Always her. Everybody else be damned.” 

John shoulder checked him on his way out. 

Felicity watched him go and then looked at Oliver. 

“Something to say, Felicity?” Oliver asked, eyes hard. 

“Nothing you want to hear,” Felicity answered, picking up the bowl with bloody bandages and her first-aid supplies, walking away. She stopped by her desk to grab her purse. She needed to use some coverup and conceal the light bruising already forming above her eye.

Oliver stood there, tense, angry. Resolute. 

He made the right decision and refused to apologize for it. He was not in the wrong here. Sometimes he had to make the hard choices, and this was one of those times. 

John would come around. He just needed time to understand where he was coming from and that he hadn’t made the wrong choice here tonight. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity stared at herself in the reflection, relieved to see the light wound was healing. It shouldn’t last more than a few days.

She would just have to cover it with foundation until it was gone, and she was in the clear. 

She didn’t want Oliver and John knowing the cost of her healing or they might not ever accept her help with their wounds again. 

In their line of work, it wasn’t advisable. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Laurel was seated on the edge of the couch looking at a photo album on the table with an old picture of her and Oliver when they were teenagers.

“You looked so beautiful that night,” said Moira, joining her on the couch. “I remember Oliver telling me once that he wished your father would let him come over to your house more often.” Laurel looked at her surprised, as she continued to speak. “That being there made him feel less like Robert Queen’s son and more like himself. I liked who my son was when he was around you.” 

“Thank you,” said Laurel, appreciating her words. 

“Hey.” Oliver entered the room. “The police just called. Edward Rasmus was arrested.” 

Laurel stood. “Really? What happened?” 

“Apparently he confessed to everything,” Oliver answered, walking further into the room. “He’s going to go to prison for a long time and won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again.” 

“Why would he confess?” asked Laurel, confused. 

“The vigilante was involved.” Oliver answered. 

Laurel looked to the side with a pleased smile. 

Tommy walked into the room behind him. “Good for him.

“So, I guess it’s over,” said Laurel.

“Yes...Yeah.” said Oliver. 

“Great,” said Tommy, relieved. “I’ll go wake up Taylor–” 

“No, Tommy, please.” Moira stood. “He’s sleeping. He’s been through a lot. Now you all are welcome to stay. We certainly have enough room.” 

“It’s your call,” Tommy said, his eyes on Laurel.

Laurel looked at Moira. “Thank you, Mrs. Queen.” she looked at Oliver. “I guess we’ll stay, then.” 

“Good.” said Moira. 

Tommy said nothing, but this was killing him on the inside. He wanted to get away from here, away from Oliver, the man he used to call his best friend, his brother. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Oliver leaned against the doorjamb watching as Laurel stood over Taylor watching him sleep. 

When she noticed his presence, she walked out of the room and he closed the door behind them. 

“He’s safe now, Laurel.” Oliver told her as she leaned against the wall, biting her fingernails with a worried look 

“With a hard road ahead of him.” Laurel replied, her hand falling to her side. 

“Well, he’s lucky to have you in his life.” Oliver smiled softly. ”I know the feeling.” 

Laurel turned her body toward him, looking up at him with a light in her eyes. “When you first got home, I didn’t think that you changed much. But you have, and… It’s nice to see.”

Oliver smiled, touched. “Thank you.” 

Laurel leaned into him, and Oliver opened his arms to her, hugging her to his chest. 

Down the corridor, Tommy watched from the shadows unseen as thunder filled the air. He felt his stomach twist and turn, unsettling him.  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

The doorbell rings and the bodyguard walked down the flight of stairs. 

“I have a delivery van coming in for Ms. Lance, his I.D. checks out.” A man’s voice came over the video line. 

“Thanks for the heads up,” the man said into his comms and answered the door to reveal a young delivery boy. 

The bodyguard took him in. 

“For...Ms. Lance.”

The bodyguard drew his gun when he noticed his shaking hands, but it was too late. A shot entered the boy through him, followed by another shot taking him down. 

“What a beautiful home.” Mr. Blank stepped in between the dead bodies. “Hmm… Such pain here. A sense of loss and regret, you can feel it, down to the wood paneling…” he lifted his watched, checking his beeping watch. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

The power went out and Laurel and Oliver pulled apart. Tommy immediately moved toward them. 

“Tommy…” Oliver said as he approached. “Can you two stay here with Taylor?” 

“Where are you going?” Laurel asked him.

“It’s an old house, fuses blow all the time, it’s probably nothing, just please… Come on.” Oliver ushered Laurel and Tommy into the room. 

“Ok.” said Laurel, going inside. 

Oliver closed the door behind them and kicked the handle off so it couldn’t be easily opened before heading down the hall. 

~*~ ~*~ ~* ~

Laurel jolted at the sound of gunfire, holding Taylor to her. “He’s here.” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Oliver moved down the corridor, needing no light. He knew every inch of this house. He paused around a corner, lightning flashing, darting away just as a bullet clipped where he was just standing. 

Mr. blank charged forward around the corner, gun raised. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Laurel moved toward the door.  

Tommy stopped her, grabbing her arm. “Laurel… Laurel, don’t–” 

Laurel face forward, protesting. “No, Ollie is still out there.” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Mr. Blank opened a door, and Oliver kicked him in the chest, forcing him back. He followed it up with a right, which the man dodged. He grabbed him by the arm, flipping him over, but the man quickly recovered. Even so, Oliver continued to push him back down the hall. 

Oliver kicked off the wall, slamming his fist into Mr. Blank’s face. 

The man swung. Oliver dodged and kicked him down the stairs. Oliver then jumped down the flight of stairs, kicking Blank down the second flight of stairs. Oliver used his environment to dodge and engage in a series of blows.

“What happened to you on that island?” Mr. Blank asked as they anticipated each other’s moves. 

“You’re about to find out.” Oliver tossed him over the railing, sending them both crashing through the table. 

The two men garbled, Oliver being shoved in the fireplace. He reached for a poker as Blank aimed his gun; he whirled, slashing at the man three times before stabbing him through the chest. 

The man slumped forward, gasping. 

Oliver released him, and he fell backward, dead. 

Oliver fell back, catching his breath. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Mr. Blank’s body was placed into a black bag, the coroners wheeling him out as police and forensics moved through the Queen mansion. 

“Death by poker.” Lance said to Oliver. “That’s a new one.” 

“He was going to shoot me. And then, uh, mister… Robbins, he grabbed the poker and... saved my life,” said Oliver, trying his best to give a believable explanation. The last thing he wanted was Lance back on his trail. 

“Mr. Robbins was a real hero,” Tommy said, leaning against the wall. “If it weren’t for him, we’d all be dead.”

Oliver breathed out slowly, not expecting Tommy to speak up on his behalf. 

“I’ve got enough details for my report. I’ll clear my boys out of here.” Lance turned. “Let’s go.”

Everyone filed out. 

Oliver walked further into the foyer with a slight limp. Tommy followed him. Both men paused to watch as Laurel walked up the stairs, her arm around Taylor’s shoulders. 

“You still love her. Don’t you?” Tommy asked once she was gone, turning his eyes to Oliver. 

“It doesn’t matter how I feel. Because of what I do… I could never be with her.” Oliver answered a weight on his chest. “You see, you don’t have anything to be afraid of. She is never... ever going to know my secret.” 

“It doesn’t matter if she knows. I know,” said Tommy, his stomach churning, his heart falling. “And I don’t know how to be with Laurel knowing the entire time... that if she ever found out who you really are... she would choose you.” 

Oliver avoided Tommy’s eyes, not knowing what to say. Tommy moved past him and he blew out a breath. 

There was nothing else that could be said. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

John sat in the foundry, the muscles in his body tense.

“Was hoping you’d be here.” Oliver said from behind him. “I want us to get back on the same page.” 

John didn’t even bother looking at him. “Oliver, we’re not even in the same book, you and me, not anymore.” 

“I just did what I thought I had to.” Oliver said sincerely. 

“Just like I’m doing what I have to.” John exhales deeply. “We’re done.” 

John stood up, walking past him. 

“Don’t do this,” said Oliver, not turning around. 

John paused. “The only thing you have to stop me from going out that door is an arrow.” 

Oliver didn’t move, didn’t speak. John walked away. 

“Hey.” Felicity greeted as she came in, but he continued on, not stopping or speaking. “Where’s he going?” she asked Oliver, walking closer. 

Oliver said nothing. Not moving. 

Felicity stared at Oliver for a moment. His silence wasn’t a good sign. 

She wondered if she should just give him time to himself.

Until finally he spoke. 

“He left the team.” 

Felicity couldn’t imagine it. John and Oliver were a package deal. How were they supposed to do what they do with a vital member of their team gone? 

She didn’t know, but she was certain she was going to find out.

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Man of The Month part 8: September

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Summary: Bruce takes a turn behind the camera. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: Nudity, Language,

You were distracted today. The light coming in through the studio windows made the most amazing hues of blue and grey. You caught yourself just watching the dust motes float throughout your space. You only did this when you were tired and bombarded with work. You would shut down at the heavy load you had to carry, which made the in-surmounting task more unbearable. You were behind on your work, and this wasn’t helping.

You stayed up late most nights and barely had any time to eat or do basic things just to catch up to a more reasonable workload. Never again, you thought. I would much rather wait out, straddled on a tree branch for my mark, than do another photoshoot like this.  

The train of thought got you irate as you fantasized about ways of getting even with Tony. Maybe I can mess with his photo. No, that won’t be professional. How do I make him uncomfortable? Then suddenly, an idea hit you. “FRIDAY? Would you like to play a prank on Tony with me?”

“What did you have in mind, Miss?”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The knock on your studio door surprised you. No one ever knocks on your door unless they had a scheduled shoot with you that day. Everyone else, Shaun or Wanda more frequently, would barge in unannounced as if it were an extension of the common room and not a professional working studio where you needed space and quiet and a Certain Level of PRIVACY FOR YOUR CLIENTS!

…deep breaths…

But you digress. The knock on your door rapt your attention once more. “It’s open, Bruce, come in,” you yelled as you tried to continue working on FRIDAY’s coding.

“Scopes?” Loki’s deep voice sent a welcome shiver throughout your body, pooling as it heated into your core. You turned to face him and smiled as he brought you a small plate of bagels slathered with cream cheese. “I figured I’d bring you your breakfast since Xu is currently discussing something lengthy with my brother. I also brought you my cardigan back. I didn’t know if you had one in here.” He started looking around. “It does get rather chili in here.”

“That’s so thoughtful. Thank you,” you said taking the plate from his hands. “You guys dote on me too much.”

“It’s not doting when I’m just being a decent person. I could be doing more. I’m just a friend, who simply wanted to ensure your well-being.” Loki smiled.

He hated the word as soon as it left his mouth. Friend. Loki wanted to be more. He wanted to be your beloved. Your lover. Yours.

You reciprocated his smile as genuinely as you could. Shaun was mean for getting your hopes up as high as they were. There was no way Loki thinks of you as anything else other than a friend. He just said so himself. “Thank you.”

“Who is scheduled for today?”

“Bruce,” you said taking a bite of your bagel. “He should be coming in any minute now.”

“Will you need any assistance? Do you mind if I stay and watch?”

“I would love some help. But it should be up to Bruce...”

“What should be up to me?” Bruce interrupted, walking into your studio.

“Bruce,” Loki nodded in greeting.

“Hey, Loki. Hey, Scopes.” Bruce said wearily.

“Hi, Bruce. You ok?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Ya…yeah I’m fine.” He didn’t look fine. He came in agitated and bewildered. “I just got a lot on my plate right now and I haven’t really slept at all. Tony’s been asking me for this prototype with MARK 44. Then he has me doing this shoot.” On cue he yawned, stretching his right hand up and arching his back.

“I’m sorry Bruce. Do you want to reschedule? I don’t mind. I can get someone else here today and you can come back when you’re better rested.”

“No, no. I’d rather do this now and get it over with so I can just go one with my li…FREAKIN’ HELL!” Bruce stubbed his toe on the corner leg of the table. He didn’t see it as he was coming forward and yawning, knocking over your bagel plate onto the floor.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” you asked hurrying over to Bruce.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. It’s just not my day today. Awe and I ruined your bagel. I’m sorry.” He frowned as he watched Loki discard the bagel in the trash and clean up the cream cheese off the floor.

“Bruce. Let’s call it a day. Spend this time unwinding. Why don’t you join Loki and I for brunch? Would you like that?”

“No. Let’s just get this over with,” he growled. You backed away, seeing that Bruce was starting to bulge a little and turn slightly green on his neck.

“Sure, Bruce. So, whatever you’re comfortable with,” you appeased. Loki could hear the tension in your voice. He looked over at Bruce and saw that he was agitated, to say the least. “How bout we take some pictures by the wall over here?” You pointed away from the windows and kitchen. Away from the glass and sharp objects that you could easily be thrown into in case of a breakout.

“Darling,” Loki whispered in a low voice. “Are you all right?” He entreated quietly while still watching Bruce. You nodded your head and smiled. Your eyes frantically looking to the door of the studio, signaling Loki to get out while he can. Or possibly get help.

Normally, Bruce was so even-tempered. The mild-mannered doctor was always gentle and unassuming. But that was with a good amount of sleep and no annoyances to plague his mind.

The good doctor, as of right now, was agitated, annoyed, and very much angry. You didn’t think he could handle another setback to his day.

“SCOPES!” Tony yelled as he slammed the door of your studio open. You gave an exasperated sigh at Tony barging into your work area. “What did you do?”

“Tony I’m in the middle of working here. On a project, I might add, you gave me a strict deadline for,” you snapped.

“So, I ask again. What did you do?” Tony commanded as he stepped closer to you, pointing a finger in your direction.

“To what?”

“Stark, is this really necessary?” Loki interjected, standing in between you and Tony.

“Oh, you can’t save her Rudy. I was in the middle of a meeting with Fury and some military higher-ups when I asked FRIDAY to start the demonstration. Do you know what she said to me?” he raged.

Your years of training had prepared you for this moment. This moment right here, to school your expression and feign innocence in front of a hostile interrogator.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You raised your chin and looked the other way.

“She called me daddy. DADDY! I said, ‘FRIDAY, run the simulation please.’ And she said, ‘Yes, daddy. Which range missile would you like to fire first?’ At that point I had most of the officials looking at me strangely, wondering if I actually get my AI to call me ‘daddy’ like I’m some narcissistic billionaire with A KINK.”

“Well, in due fairness…” Loki interrupted.

“Stay out of this, Loki.” Tony snapped in his direction. “Fury’s questioning whether to take me off the bill. So I looked up the last person who had access to her coding and lo-and-behold it was you. On this computer. Fess up, Tweets.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” The frightening growl came from Bruce. Slowly and unnoticed by everyone in the room, he had started turning and twitching. His linen shirt ripped to shreds as his hulking green muscles came out. Bruce grew taller and taller as his trousers fought to keep themselves wrapped around his waist, finally snapping and letting go, contributing to the growing dust mote population in your studio.

One final roar came out of The Hulk’s mouth announcing his presence. “NO MORE FIGHTING.” He picked up the weight bench in the work-out setup and threw it against the door of the studio, locking everyone inside.

“Someone get Nat.” You yelled.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, daddy?” She answered back. Tony sighed as his nano suit formed around him. You could see his eyes roll behind the Ironman helmet.

“Inform the team there’s a breakout in Scope’s studio.”

“Affirmative, daddy.”

“You are changing that as soon as we are done here, young lady!” Ironman pointed to you before he hovered a few feet off the floor and tried to steal The Hulk’s attention away from you.

Hulk picked up more furniture and tried to swat Ironman away. “HULK MAD. HULK FEEL LEFT OUT,” as he picked up the weights and hurled them across the room, one by one.

“Loki. Go!” You pushed him behind the kitchen counter. “Find Nat!”

“I am not leaving you!” He said with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you mad?” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, covering you, just as splinters of wood came pelting from the ceiling.

“You’re the only one that can materialize out of here. Now go! The sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back.” Loki looked into your eyes. The struggle inside him played out on his face. He did not want to leave you in danger. But he knew you were right.

“Come with me, then.” He tugged at you, ready to materialize both of you out of there.

“My computer!” You pulled away from Loki’s embrace, crawling towards your table. No sooner had you touched your laptop, than Ironman had landed right behind you. On your path back toward Loki. “Go Loki. Find her,” you commanded Loki.

He shook his head. “I am not leaving you here!”

“STOP FIGHTING.” The hulk screamed out loud, propelling something towards Loki, making him disappear in a flash of green seidr. You could only hope, Loki managed to get out into the hallway or appear wherever Nat currently is.

“Tony! Tony are you ok?” You knelt down to grab his helmet. Opening the front mask. “FRIDAY, Vitals!”

“Mr. Stark’s vitals’ are normal. He has a mild concussion. He will be ok.”

“Ok. Ok. Ok. Think Y/N. Think.”

“HULK MAD. NO ONE ASK HULK ABOUT CALENDAR.”

“I-I’m sorry Hulk. You’re right. I should’ve asked you too.” You stood up trying to appease the giant behemoth in front of you. “I would completely understand if you didn’t want to be in the shoot and we can just get someone else.”

“NO! HULK LIKE CALENDAR. HULK WANT TO BE IN CALENDAR. HURT BECAUSE SCOPES DIDN’T ASK HULK.”

You opened your mouth in realization and quickly shut it afterward. “I’m so sorry Hulk. I didn’t think…”

“NO ONE THINKS OF HULK. ONLY BANNER.” Hulk swayed a little bit, his giant torso shifting until he sat down on the floor. His angry face changed into that of pain and trouble.

“Would you like to be in the Calendar, Hulk? I think we can make that happen. Think of it like a special edition. Everyone will want it because there will be only a few printed. You will be ‘special.’ Because you are special. And there is only one of you.” You said as you got closer and closer to him. You laid your hand on his giant arm.

Hulk grunted and nodded his head. “HULK SPECIAL.”

“That’s right. You are special, my friend.” You giggled.

“HULK LIKE SCOPES LAUGH.” He said as he patted you on your head gently. “WANT TO MAKE LOKI AND SCOPE KISSY FACE!” he put his fingers together in proceeded to push them against each other, motioning a kiss.

For the second time that day, you widened your eyes in surprise. “Now, now, Hulk. Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.” You laughed nervously, as he continued to pat your head. Knowing Hulk, he probably did have the strength to play with the two of you like you were Barbie and Ken dolls.

Geez, even Hulk knew about your infatuation with Loki. This is getting really embarrassing. Were you that obvious?

“Anyways, let’s get you set up. Pose for me and I’ll take a couple of shots, ok?”

“OK.” Hulk stood up and posed for you under your direction. You got a couple of good shots of Hulk roaring and lifting heavy objects. When you finished, you showed him some of the results on your computer and he picked a couple that he liked.

“GOOD JOB, FRIEND. HULK HAPPY.” The blast on the door stole both of your attention as the team worked their way in trying to get to you before any more damage can occur. “BYE FRIEND.” He grunted as he held out his massive hand.

“Goodbye, my dear. I’ll see you soon. Ok?” you placed your hand against his, noting how your hand was not even a quarter as big.

Loki appeared next to you, suddenly, out of breath. His eyes darted between you and The Hulk. “Darling are you ok? I went and found Nat and the others,” he wrapped both hands around your shoulders turning you in his direction. He dutifully looked you up and down, trying to note any marks or bruises that you might’ve gotten.

“I’m fine Loki. Thank you.” you smiled. Hulk bunched his fingers again and motioned for a kissy face and laughed. He patted both of your heads, and Loki winced, preparing to be swung like a ragdoll.

Nat came around and started stroking his arm. “Hey, big guy.”

“NAT NAT.”

“Come on. Let’s get out of here. Somewhere bigger where we can run, huh?”

“OK.” Hulk proceeded to place Nat on his shoulders. She sat there as his hand covered her legs, securing her so she won’t fall off. Everyone watched as they both walked out of the massive hole that was once the entrance to your studio.

“Ugh…FRIDAY?” Tony said getting up from his collapsed position on the floor.

“Yes, daddy?” The AI answered. Everyone turned their heads toward Tony. Mirth and amusement on their faces.

“You’re fixing that now, Tweets!” Tony pointed to you as he ambled in the walk of shame in-between team members who were laughing. “Status report, FRIDAY.”

You bit down on your lip and smiled up at Loki. You couldn’t miss the light and adoration in his eyes at the trick you had just pulled.

Only one word popped into your head as you looked into his eyes, daddy. The following word that came into your head, broke your heart, and that was friend because that’s all he ever saw you as.

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[simp999]

All good things come to an end

Ship: Arven x GN!Reader

Series: Pokémon

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Please bare with me in with the slow beginning, it gets better I promise

Warnings: A few short sentences that hint at Arven having an anxiety attack

Themes: Hurt/Comfort, fluff, friends to lovers, bit of angst

Taglist: @5centsanhour @ultranimallover33

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“Hey, would you like to hang out today?”

“I’m so sorry Arven, but I’m fully booked with fan meetups and interviews. We’ll have to try again sometime soon, okay?”

Alright, not a big deal. He can just try again some other time. 

Arven hung up the phone and put on some more comfortable clothes, now deciding to stay in for the day. He had hoped to take you out to lunch today, so he dressed a little nicer than usual. It made sense that you were busy, being champion and all isn’t just about having battles and doing whatever you want. Mabosstiff looked up at him, a little disappointed since he liked spending time with your Pokemon, and was itching for a battle soon.

⚛》》》》》◆《《《《《⚛

“Hey buddy, are you down to go to the park? Mabosstiff wants to see you.”

He felt bad bugging you again only two days later, so he figured he’d try to persuade you with Mabosstiff.

“Ahh, I’ve got a battle with an important trainer from Kalos in a few minutes, and I hear she’s got a strong team. I’m not sure how long the battle will last, so I can’t make any promises for today. Sorry, Arven!”

No dice. Alright, maybe he just has to give more of a heads-up before meetings? It’s gotta work one of these days.

⚛》》》》》◆《《《《《⚛

“Hi again champ, wanna make sandwiches together on Wednesday?” He was hopeful about this one, planning all of it out.

“Oh! That sounds fun! Let me see my calendar- aw shoot, I’ve got lunch with Geeta where we plan on discussing some league things. I’m sorry Arven, maybe some other time?”

Arven had already planned all around that timing, not like he had much else to do, so he made an extra two sandwiches for later, just in case.

It couldn’t be that you were avoiding him, right? You two were so close and worked so well together while fighting the titans, you must really just have a busy schedule, right?

He ate his sandwich alone, never being able to clear his mind of your image. 

⚛》》》》》◆《《《《《⚛

Arven was out shouting moves for his Pokemon to use the next time he saw you. He was close to calling out to you, but decided against it, remembering how it’s been lately with your busy schedule. To his surprise, as soon as you heard his comforting voice and caught sight of his unique hair, you ran right over to him, calling out his name. You didn’t catch the way his smile grew slightly bigger.

“Oh, hey! I figured you’d be busy today, what brings you here?”

“This is like, my only day off this week. It’s been terrible lately, not a minute to myself!” You keep complaining about how all of a sudden everybody needs you to make decisions for the league, to do interviews, make ads, try on stupid clothes, go to all these dumb meetings, and so on. The both of you take a seat on a bench nearby and you eventually get to mentioning that you came here to train, since you’re got a handful of trainers you have to battle soon. You absentmindedly begin to run your fingers through Mabosstiff’s fur. 

Arven always loved how you cared so much for Pokémon, always treating them with respect and going out of your way to treat them with such care. He never missed the way you’d scratch behind Mabosstiff’s ear because you noticed that he really liked that, or how you’d always offer your Pokémon their favorite treats after trying new, difficult things or winning a hard battle. Or even when you’d offer to heal up a trainer’s Pokémon for them, and not be afraid to call out those who didn’t respect their own Pokémon. It seemed like it came so naturally to you, and Arven truly thinks you’re perfect Champion potential, even with all the complaining.

“Sorry about the rant, I’ve just been so pent up lately. How’ve you and Mabosstiff been? Taking good care of yourself?”

Your tone was so sincere, you definitely did care about him and thought of him as a friend, right? You surely couldn’t have been avoiding him with how honest you sound right now. 

He begins your guys’ first actual conversation in weeks, glad to finally be able to catch up with you. You were always so hard-working, especially during the gym challenge and while taking down Team Star, so you ended up not having much time with Arven back then, either. Actually, the only time you ever did get to hang out with him was when you were battling for your lives against the Titans. At the odd time, he was able to get his eyes off of the danger in from of him and take a glance at you, while you were completely entranced in the battle. He could tell that that was all that was on your mind, and he probably barely existed to you in those moments. 

The sandwiches afterward were another story though, savoring every bite and being sure to thank him and his godly sandwich-making skills over and over. He cherishes those moments with you. He didn’t get to see that wide smile after beating a Titan very often and adored the way you would sway from side to side a little when you were extra glad about how tasty his sandwich tasted.

But all good things come to an end eventually. With a short call from Geeta telling you about some rogue pokemon that was hurting people, you were off in seconds.

Arven comforted Mabosstiff after hearing a whine from him, sad that you left so quickly. Well, at least he was able to get a few minutes with you. 

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The next time he tried to call, he was turned down immediately. Maybe you were on a call already? So he tried again a few minutes later, with the same outcome.

And again a few days later.

Same problem a week later.

And then two, then three. 'Why can’t I get ahold of you? Did I get blocked by you? Did you really hate that last meeting you had, and never wanted to talk to me again?' No no, that’s going way too far. But why, just why are you ignoring him? Maybe they just need some space, he thought. Arven put down his phone with a shaky hand, pulling his blankets back over him, ready to waste another day away. Mabosstiff comes to cuddle him, letting Arven bask in his warmth, hopefully gaining some kind of comfort. The stinging in his eyes may not express his gratefulness, but at least he has one buddy that always sticks around.

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Meanwhile, you’re in Galar, visiting for a few weeks to challenge their strongest trainers. There’s an event going on, and lots of strong trainers and champions are all meeting up. Your mind is completely occupied with planning out sentences for when you meet these people and coming up with strategies for when you battle these people. Leon’s Charizard knows a grass-type move, so using a rock-type might be good. Man, you also have to consider other stuff like abilities and what strategies your opponents might attempt. So bothersome. The time difference isn’t helping either, and all these new people are giving you a headache. You know that most of these people are going through the same things, but you’ve all gotta sit, smile and act professional.

You finally get back to your temporary hotel suite, hoping to get some rest for the day. But of course, with no time to yourself, you get a call from your Public Relations Team. They’re the people who are meant to promote and protect your brand. They also get to control ‘unwanted’ notifications. Without them, you’d be getting tens of thousands of notifications from whatever social sites and random people trying to text and message you. It turns out that there's this one person that has been trying to contact you, and one of the newbies thought that it was some rando. They’ve realized how grave their mistake is when the entire top three floors of the hotel can hear you shouting into your phone. 

There’s a good chance that this decision may end your career as a Champion and may even get you banned from lots of places, but that isn’t even a thought in your mind right now.

You have to go see Arven now. Your face is burning with the frustration of a thousand suns, and the private jet’s pilot taking you home doesn’t even want to risk breathing wrong, or he might get thrown off.

Once you land, you have one of your bigger pokemon carrying you, running around Paldea as fast as possible while on the hunt for Arven. You’ve now calmed down and are now moreso in a state of panic rather than frustration, hoping that everything’s alright and everything is going on just as usual. You knew that he didn’t get lots of comfort growing up, and you knew that he didn’t have many- or even any- friends. You truly hope that he had just forgotten about you at this point. You’ve tried time and time again to call Arven, and nothing. You turned on your notifications and prayed to Arceus that he’d get back to you.

There he was. You had finally found him hours later. He was sitting at his picnic set up, feeding Mabosstiff the last piece of his sandwich. The biggest sigh of relief left you as you hurried over to him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, ready to explain and apologize to him.

Arven immediately recognizes the hand and stands up abruptly, feeling immediate anger bubble up within him. Swinging his arm forcefully to get your hand off of him, a yell leaves his mouth and he sends you flying. 

He takes a step back to intake the situation and feels instant regret, his conscience getting back at him, telling him that you’re still a person too, and he has no reason to lash out at you like this.

Then he catches the watery look in your eye and how tears threaten to fall. 'Did I… did I hurt you? Why is it so loud all of a sudden? I hurt my closest, my only friend? Everything’s so bright, why do I feel nauseous? Did I hurt the only person who was ever even somewhat close to me? No, no, NO! Please don’t leave me, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please, please stay with me. I need you. Please comfort me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for bugging you and being so annoying, I'm sorry for making you fight the Titans, I'm so sorry for-

Arven feels warm arms wrap around him. One goes up to pet the top of his head, while the other rubs circles on his back. He slumps into their body without any thought, his mind going blank. Gentle fingers continue to make their way through his hair, and the circles being drawn on his back don’t stop. It’s the only thing he can focus on right now.

With the softest voice you can muster, you begin to talk.

“Arven, sweetheart, I know I apologize often, but I mean it every time. And please, please accept this as my most sincere apology, I am so very sorry for not being here when you needed me most. I always wanted to spend time with you, but I let other things get in the way of that, and foolishly accepted that.”

You weren’t hurt by him, not at all. Well, on the outside at least. You felt so very bad emotionally for what you’ve put him through, and can’t bear it anymore. You take a deep breath in and encourage Arven to do the same. He slowly tries to accept the situation and sits on the ground. You sit on Arven’s lap and continue to hug him and run your fingers through his hair, then bring them to cradle his face in your palms as comfortably as you can, to make sure he’s completely focused on you. He absentmindedly rests his head in your palms and nuzzles into them.

“It’s okay, I’m here now. I will not leave you anymore. I’ll stay here for as long as you want me to.”

You let go of his chin and bring his head closer to you for a comforting hug, you sit there in silence.

Until the inevitable happens. You feel a vibration in your pocket and contemplate even taking it out to hang up. You end up letting go of Arven with a soft ‘sorry’, and your hand makes its way to your pocket.

'Hey, are you just trying to toy with my emotions? Is this really just going to happen all over again? Did everything you just say mean nothing to you?'

You take your phone out and answer on speaker. Geeta is fuming and insists that you must be at the champion dinner and that this is incredibly unacceptable and blah blah blah.

Without a care in the world, you utter your next sentence;

“Alright, sure… as long as I get to bring Arven as a date.”

The silence coming from the phone and Arven would be deafening if you even cared a little about what she’d say. Worst case scenario, she starts yelling at you through the phone and you hang up on her and continue to cuddle with Arven, or, best case scenario;

“Fine. Hurry back over to Galar, you should make it on time if you leave in less than an hour. That may give you time to get prepared for the dinner itself.”

As much as you want to stay and comfort Arven, you’d much rather bring him to the Champion dinner as a sign of rebellion. And as a sign of love towards Arven because you are bringing him as a date, but that’s not important.

You quickly stand up and offer your hand to Arven, silently asking him if he accepts your offer to this ‘date’. He grabs your smaller hand, and you’re off to pick out your nicest clothing and hurry over to Galar.

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You and Arven are at long last sitting down, picking away at the fancy food in front of you after such a hectic day.

“Finally.” Arven lets out a sigh of relief, everything that just happened eventually processing.

“Hm?”

“I hope this means we get to spend more time together.”

“I’ll make sure of it. I’ll apologize for being away so much and not being better, and I’m ending that cycle right now. I’ll be there for you whenever you need me, even if I’m just a phone call or text away. I was definitely clear about you being an important contact, so there’ll be no more mix-ups.” You try to lighten the mood, and also want to clarify how important he is to you. Maybe what you said wasn’t enough, let’s try that again.

“Hey.” Arven focuses on your serious expression, as well as the way your hands meet his.

“I’ve loved you this whole time, and I’m going to act on it now. I’ll hug you whenever you need me to, I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek whenever you want. If you need some words of comfort, I’m here.”

“...And if you want a date? Well, I’ll just have to clear my schedule.”

2.11-12.22

4.5hrs

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease? 

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up. 

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled. 

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.