#that he decided to tone down when appearing in videos because he didn't want to be the bad guy

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

I hope the orange side has a super detailled extra show-offy villain outfit like Remus and Janus because I think it'd be cool (I personally think a punk outfit with a bunch of spikes could be awesome and fitting for a side that I think will represent anger) but also funny because like there's these three super glamorous dark sides and right next to them is this dude in a dark gray hoodie who is COMPLETELY dripless (Virgil)

[misasimagines]

bathtime w/ Jiro (Tokyo Debunker)

included characters: Jiro (Yuri visits, but is not the focus)

rating: SFW but suggestive. Reader is Lustful.

warnings: reader is lustful but respectful. Jiro is naked. GN reader. Reader and Yuri are not necessarily besties.

First Tokyo Debunker fic after being a dead blog for months :thumbsup:

He looked worse than he normally did. It was hard to determine his state on appearance alone, given that he normally had dark circles, a pallid tone to his skin, an empty stare, and hair that was several nights past simple bed head. However, you were familiar enough with his movements by now, how calculated and deliberate they usually were, to tell when something was different, and today they were definitely different. You had positioned yourself in Mortkranken to keep an eye on him under the not untrue guise of hiding out from Romeo and Jin, both of whom were demanding your presence for various tasks you had no responsibility to complete. Your phone lit up constantly while Romeo sent you increasingly deranged threats for not answering him. You flipped it over, screen side down.

Jiro stood at the desk in the back of the room preparing Yuri’s tea. He had a teapot in front of him and a few small canisters of tea leaves he was mixing from. You'd watched him do this plenty of times before, his actions, the sounds, even the smell of the tea was like some kind of elevated ASMR video. Today though, instead of relaxation, you felt a grating sense of wrongness. He moved slower, like through something viscous and dense, and took several seconds to decide on what teas to use when it normally seemed arbitrary he was so decisive and instant. And then it happened. He did something you'd never seen him do before. He spilled tea leaves all over the floor.

You let out a soft gasp and sat up instinctively.

He stared, expression unreadable, down at the mess and you felt a little sharp prick in your heart at how absolutely exhausted he seemed. There was no way of knowing what he was thinking, but there was a universal sense of disappointment in that sidelong stare he gave the wasted tea leaves. He stood for a second more and then lumbered across the room for the broom.

“Let me help,” you offered, hopping up from your seat and hurrying over to him.

“Why? It's not your mess,” he responded in that monotone voice of his, grabbing the broom and turning back to clean up.

“Right. I don't have to help you anymore than you have to make Yuri tea every day,” you reached for the broom and grasped the handle, not quite prepared to wrestle it from the man you regularly saw hauling corpses to the morgue over one of his broad shoulders, but threatening nonetheless.

He stared down at you, his glasses sliding down his nose. “He'll complain if I don't. It's a hassle. I won't complain if you don't clean up after me.”

You frowned at his succinct, pragmatic answer. “Maybe I just want to help you because I care about you, then.” You tugged at the broom. To anyone else, you might have felt embarrassed being so forthright, but Jiro’s bluntness rubbed off on you in his presence. Besides, it didn't feel like a great revelation to share. You did care about him, and by this point, he'd have to be in serious denial to not notice it.

Jiro stared at you a few more seconds, then relinquished the broom. “I'll get the dustpan then.” He acquiesced in a way only Jiro could acquiesce. 

You scoffed quietly and started sweeping the mess into a neat pile while he shuffled back across the room to retrieve the dust pan. He returned and crouched down to hold it so you could sweep up the tea and a fair amount of dust. Looking down at him, you saw just how, dare you say, fucked up, his hair was. It was a bona fide rat's nest, there may have been rats living in it currently, and you weren't sure if the slight discoloration on his bangs was dirt or blood. 

Without thinking, you reached out and plucked a little piece of fuzz from his head and flicked it into the dustpan below. He stared up at you, utterly silent. You stared back. Seconds passed as you processed what you just did and he seemed to understand it no more than you did. “When was the last time you bathed?” You finally broke the silence. There was no point in beating around the bush with him, he surely wouldn't with you.

“Hmm,” he stood up and trekked over to a trash can to dump out the pan. “Before we autopsied that anomaly with 5 heads.”

“That was on Monday.” 

“Yes.”

“It's Friday.”

He turned to look at you, “Oh. It's been four days.” 

Did he not know the date?? You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm yourself. “And sleep? When did you last do that?” You pressed.

Jiro blinked slowly at you. 

You were going to kill Yuri, but that was for another time. This time, you had a giant, dirty, and sleep deprived Jiro to take care of. “You HAVE to take a bath and get some sleep.”

He considered this long enough to give you time to take another deep breath and prepare to nag him. “Okay,” he turned and started shuffling towards the bathroom, only to stop suddenly and put his hand against the wall to steady himself.

Rushing over, you put a hand on his arm in case he collapsed. “Jiro!” 

He blinked away the dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, whatever he was feeling in that barely reanimated body of his, and barely straightened up. He seemed to have the intention to respond to you in some way, but the energy to do so was missing. He shuffled another step forward and you went with him. If this was how it was going to be, you clenched your jaw, this was how it was going to be.

He regained enough strength on the way to the bath that you felt confident he'd be able to survive cleaning up at least. You rushed in and around getting the water up to a warm temperature, grabbing a towel, and pushing him the last few steps towards the tub.

“It would be faster to take a shower,” he commented, kicking off his shoes.

“Do you think you have it in you to stand in a shower long enough to get clean?” You retorted with a raised eyebrow. You lifted the glasses from his face and set them carefully next to the sink.

He let you take his glasses with the familiarity of having had you done it a hundred times before. A hundred times might have been a bit off, but you'd maneuvered them off his head a few times when he was nearly passed out over an operating table and when he had blood all over his hands and couldn't wipe them off himself. It was an action not unusual for you two, which is why the tilt of his head came so naturally when you reached for them. Lifting back up, he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Maybe not. I could also faint and drown in the tub.” 

“That’s why I'll stand guard to check on you every few minutes to make sure you haven't inhaled lungfuls of bathwater,” you promised, avoiding looking too closely at his scarred back as he shrugged out of his shirt. You grabbed it up before it hit the ground and set it aside on the counter.

“Because you care about me?” He asked.

If a person could turn to sand and crumble away or deflate like a balloon and fly around the room making a pitiful little whining sound, you'd have done either. It was one thing to say it yourself to nag and scold him for his poor self care practices. It was another to have it thrown back at you in a way where you couldn't tell if he was teasing you or just earnestly asking. Face flushed an deep red, you turned around to give him privacy (and hide your blush) and stood at the door. “Because I care about you,” you agreed, regardless of the embarrassment.

A minute or two passed and you heard the sound of the water sloshing as he got into the tub. 

You held his towel in your folded arms, facing the door intently. “Just make a noise or something every few seconds so I know you're not drowning, okay?” 

He was quiet.

“Any sound,” you insisted, drumming your fingertips over your arms.

He was quiet, the water was not sloshing.

“Jiro?” You called behind you, suddenly very tense.

He didn't respond and all you could hear was your own heart hammering in your ears. He'd passed out and was currently breathing in water and soap. You'd have to haul him out of the tub and try to perform CPR, but would that work? What if you broke his sternum, could he survive that level of damage when he was already so weak? A million visions of Jiro’s untimely death flashed in your head and made your chest tighten.

You spun around, already halfway towards him before you realized he was fine.

He was resting his head on the back of the tub, looking at you with the smallest curve to his lips, his eyes shut slightly in contented amusement. He might have let out a rare bit of laughter if only he weren't so drained.

Your chest tightened and you considered a few choice words to call him for scaring you like that, but they all caught in your throat. As sweet as he looked, that barely there smile on his face, he looked so worn out and fragile sitting in that tub that could barely even fit him. You took a few steps toward him and set the towel down on the counter. “You scared me,” you admit.

“Sorry.” He responded, his smile had started vanishing, less because his amusement faded and more because the urge to sleep was becoming too strong.

You watched him for a second more and he made no move to start scrubbing himself down or washing his hair. With a sigh, you rolled up your sleeves and crouched up on your knees next to the tub. You had filled it with an absolutely absurd amount of soap and bubbles, so there was no chance of seeing much more than the top of his chest and his knees that poked out over the water. “I'll wash your hair, so take care of the rest of yourself, alright?” You pushed.

He nodded.

You filled your palm with a bit of shampoo and foamed it up between your hands before diving into his mess of knotted hair. You had seen dolls at second hand shops with fewer knots and less tangled hair, and some of those had gone through the dryer or maybe a wind tunnel. You took your time, scrubbing down to his scalp with your fingers as tenderly but insistently as you could.

Jiro relaxed into your touch, slumped so fully into the bath that you had to gently lift his head to reach the back of it. He let out a quiet hum of satisfaction when you raked your fingers up the nape of his neck. His eyes were fully closed now, his eyelashes thick and dark and brushing the tops of his cheeks. Without his mask hanging down around his chin, you could see the cute little beauty mark under his mouth. Droplets of water rolled down his neck, over the little star shaped scars, down his chest and-

His eyes opened slowly and he looked up at you. It wasn't particularly different from how he usually looked at you, and maybe that's why it felt so much more intimate than you were used to. If you let yourself get caught in these thoughts, it would recontextualize everything between you and nothing would make sense anymore. You felt paralyzed by him, by your thoughts, by your hands in his hair, by the slow rise and fall of chest and the shifting of bubbles. “You stopped,” he announced, his voice not betraying any real tone of displeasure, but you felt it nonetheless.

“Oh!” You got back to scrubbing, carefully working through the knots, carefully controlling your breathing. “Sorry,” you mumbled. You rinsed out the shampoo, dumping little rinse cups of water over his head, your hand over his eyes now both to hide his near unblinking watch and to prevent soap from getting into them.

You rushed through conditioner, getting as much of his hair as saturated as possible (you had no clue when he'd use it again, after all), and pulled your hand back to stand up. “Okay. Just finish cleaning up and then rinse that out and you'll be right as rain,” you lectured as robotically as you could. The bubbles had started to pop and dissipate and any glances down at him were revealing more that you thought appropriate to see at the moment.

He wrapped his fingers around your hand as you retracted it. His hands were wet and his fingers slightly wrinkled from being under the water for so long. He pulled your hand inward just slightly, enough to indicate he was asking you to come back, but not enough to force you or pull you down.

You settled back on your knees in front of him. He looked pitiful, in the cutest way possible. His hair dripped water down his cheeks, his entire body barely fit into this tub and still he was cramped down into it, reaching up for you like he could pull you in with him.

His lips parted slightly and the pins and needles feeling in your calves erupted.

“Jiro- AAARGG!” 

You shot up, Jiro's hand slipping from yours as you turned to see Yuri pointing at and screaming at you. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!” Yuri demanded, expression crazed with suspicion.

“I was washing his hair!” You insisted, guilt tinging your tone, and then realized you weren't at fault here. He was the culprit. Plus, he'd interrupted whatever moment you were about to have with Jiro. His second major offense. You clenched your hands into fists. “Which he hasn't done in four days since you never give him any time to take care of himself!” You snapped.

Yuri withdrew in indignation, “How dare you speak to me that way, worm!” His hand pressed to his chest, over his heart. “Jiro has 24/7 care from the world's best doctor and foremost researcher on anomalous medicine. He should be grateful!”

You were ready to throw hands when Jiro spoke up. “Yuri, I'll finish up here in a few minutes and bring you tea after.” If only he knew the amount of blood he just prevented from being spilled.

Yuri bristled and rearranged his lab coat. “You do that. I'll be in the lab and you,” he pointed at you again with distaste, “will be going anywhere but here!”

Waving an annoyed hand at him, you retorted, “Let me just wash my hands and I'll be on my way.”

Yuri glowered at you and opened the door to leave, “Don't forget my tea,” he commanded, slamming the door behind him

You positively steamed while washing your hands in the slightly cool water of the sink. You couldn't even ask “who does he think he is” because he had to announce it every five minutes. Dr. Yuri Isami, genius and visionary. Best doctor ever, blah blah blah. Distracted with frustration, you almost forgot Jiro was soaking in the tub behind you until you turned to dry your hands and leave and caught him sitting up and staring at you again.

He was running a washcloth down his shoulder and arm when he spoke, “I'll let you help me again.”

You snorted. It seemed so flippant a conclusion, and yet… you weren't ready to walk away without one last question. “You're capable of doing this yourself. Why would you let me help you?”

He considered this, wringing the washcloth out over his chest, sending a cascade of soap bubbles and water down his skin that you watched with nothing more than scholarly interest. He didn't even look at you when he answered, his voice as cool and apathetic as always, “It must be because I care about you.”

[hellfire--cult]

Edit of Eddie: Sofiiel

Stripper!Eddie x Shy!Fem!Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 (end)

WC: 8.6k

⚠️ +18 MDNI, Stripper!Eddie, shyness towards men, nervousness, self-esteem issues, fluff of some sort, self doubt, flirting, Stripper!Billy and Stripper!Steve making an appearance

Plot: You thought you were cursed with your shyness, but after one embarrassing night, you decide it's time to change, and you believe someone might be able to help with that.

Summary: You finally buy something you feel pretty in, and Eddie invites you to his house to finally meet his friends... Who are also his Co-Workers.

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PART 3

“No.” Robin deadpans at you as you hold a white t-shirt up to her. You frowned as you turned it to look at it yourself.

“What’s wrong with it? The collar is lower!” You try to defend but in all honesty you knew you were just going for the safe options. It’s been an hour since you arrived at the mall and even if you wanted to come here alone Robin insisted on helping after you told her what Eddie told you.

She was surprised, incredibly surprised, because she never thought it had to do with your self-esteem, and that drove you to have no experience in a lot of things. You didn’t know how to do your own make-up, how to dress yourself, how to talk without feeling the need to overdo it, or even how to flirt. This was all based on confidence you never had, confidence you never built in yourself, confidence you never really felt like having because you thought the opportunities didn’t happen for you.

But now, Robin was doing her best to not murder you. You have been showing her bland t-shirts, soft cardigans, some jeans, and nothing that would be different from what you usually wear. She wanted you to do the picking by yourself, so that you could find your own style, but her patience was growing thinner and thinner each second that ticked. 

“What’s wrong with it?! It’s the same shit you always wear!” Robin exclaimed at you and you winced at her tone, putting the white shirt back on the rack. In all honesty, you didn't feel confident to get hold of the things that caught your attention. You had liked a black one piece that looked like a corset with spaghetti straps. You also saw a nice tight purple dress with puffy sleeves that fell from your shoulders. 

“No need to be so dramatic about it Robin…” Your friend simply rolled her eyes and looked over the rack of clothes. She heard your phone’s ringtone and immediately saw how you were getting it out of your coat. Her eyes almost widened when you didn’t even flinch, seeing the caller ID, and even knowing it was a video call.

Your stomach was in knots when answering but you got better with video calling with Eddie after the first two times he called. The first time, you didn’t put on your camera, but he didn’t mind. He showed you his apartment and then his makeup collection, explaining to you some basic stuff to get started with it. You took down notes of the names of each thing, concealer, foundation, contour, liners, mascara, blush, lipstick, lip gloss, setting spray, and powder. That was the basic thing. 

The second call you only showed your eyes and forehead. He laughed at you of course, which only made you want to hang up on the call but he stopped you and told you that it was an improvement. In that call though, you almost felt the earth swallowing as Steve and Billy made an appearance, both shirtless, waving at you. You immediately muted yourself and took off the camera as your whole body grew a cold sweat.

That meant that Eddie had talked about you to them.

Your hand was shaking as it positioned itself on top of the answering button, ready to slide it, but Robin snatched your phone away, your eyes widening like plates as she swiped the phone to answer, and you didn’t even have the chance to take the device back.

“Well that was qui– Hey, who are you?” Robin put the phone to her face, seeing Eddie on the screen, and she almost barked out a laugh when she remembered the show she witnessed of him two weeks ago. She held in her laughter, taking a deep breath in to begin talking.

“Hi, I’m Robin–”

“Ah, you’re Robin, hi there!” Eddie smiled into the camera and Robin blinked slightly at how charismatic this man was, not at all what she thought a stripper would be like, and she realized that you talked to him about her. 

“Robin, what the shit!” You yelled on her side and she put the phone to show your face and you instantly turned red at seeing Eddie, face to face, even on camera, but you kept your gaze on the device, even if the butterflies in your belly swarmed all around.

“Well, hello there Bunny. I see you’re at the mall.” He said with a smile and you nodded about to start talking, but Robin put the phone to her face after shooting a glare towards your way.

“Eddie, I’ve been here for a fucking hour, I want you to see the shit she’s been picking.” You stared at her in complete offense after yelling a ‘Hey!’ but she completely ignored you, grabbing onto the white bland shirt you picked earlier and showing it to Eddie with the phone. “This, but in black, in brown, in beige, in gray… And not one single dress or skirt!” 

“That really won’t do… We’ll pick for her, Robin, show me the rack.” He winked at the camera and Robin only rolled her eyes at him. He knew he could throw those kinds of jokes with her and not with you, because that would only spur you into nervousness. 

“You guys know I’m still here, right?” You said, crossing your arms over your chest and Robin pointed the camera at you so she could keep eye scanning the various shirts that were hanging there. Eddie frowned into the camera and shook his head.

“You cannot possibly tell me you feel sexy in a bland white t-shirt.” You bit the inside of your cheek, looking down at the floor like a kid that just got called out and Eddie had to contain the smile that was coming into his face.

“What do you know…” You mumbled, and even in the ambience of the mall, it was audible enough for your microphone to pick it up. Eddie chuckled and rubbed his cheek.

“A lot. Robin, got anything?” At the call of her name, Robin pointed the camera to her face and shook her head.

“The store we’re in is practically for ladies over 50. She never once entered stores that have clothing of our generation.” She shot a glare at you and you stuck her tongue out at her which she scoffed at. “Don’t stick your tongue out at me!”

“Okay, hand me over.” Robin gave you the phone and you sighed, putting your face in the screen, scowling at Eddie. You should feel offended, but you knew deep inside you that they were right, and you were just going for comfort instead of something you actually would like. 

“What?” You snapped at him, making his eyes widen, his eyebrows disappearing under his fringe.

“No need to get snappy with me. Darling, did you really not see anything you liked?” He squinted into the camera and you adjusted yourself, glancing at the floor for a second but he noticed. He noticed the body language, and he knew that you had indeed seen something you liked and didn’t even dare to try it on, or even go into the store.

“I… Um…” Eddie sighed and that made you look up into the screen again. He looked fresh out of the shower, his hair up in a wet bun with some strands falling to the sides of his face. The black shirt covering him, and you could see the tattoos that were on his neck coming out.

“Okay, I want you to take us where you’ve seen that something you liked. I want you to at least try it on, whatever it is. I don’t care if it’s a care bears shirt, I just want you to go pick something you like.” He was patient with you, and Robin took notice of that. She was amazed by how carefree he was, and how careful he was being with his words so that you wouldn’t get scared easily. He wasn’t pressuring you, and he wasn’t commanding you really. 

“Okay…” You mumbled in a low tone and Robin’s eyes widened. He hit the spot and she didn’t even notice if you glanced at something you liked or not. You walked out of the store, Robin following right behind and Eddie called Robin out to get the phone. She grabbed it and looked into the camera.

“Is it true you fought a raccoon and grabbed its tail and simply hammer threw it the fuck out of the garden?” He said with a chuckle and Robin immediately started laughing, almost snorting as she remembered that night.

Her, Nancy and you were chilling at Nancy’s pool, drinking a few cocktails made at home, when out of nowhere a raccoon appeared and for some reason wanted Nancy’s ankle bracelet. Poor Nancy ran all over her garden until a very drunk Robin threw herself on the raccoon, grabbed it by the tail, spun around and flung it over to the neighbor’s garden.

It seems you told Eddie that story.

“Fuck yeah I did, it might have had rabies, and it’s one of my number one phobias! I couldn’t risk it!” Eddie started cracking up as you entered the colorful store, making Robin look around. She noticed you weren’t talking, probably trying to swallow your nerves with each step you took, and that was very much what was happening.

Every step felt like electricity under your feet as you headed straight to the rack of dresses. Robin was not talking as well as Eddie, waiting for you to grab something. You took a deep breath in, maybe two. Your hand slowly reached out and grabbed hold of the lilac dress you saw before on the mannequin. Robin’s eyes widened and looked down at Eddie and gave him a small nod but didn’t show him what you picked. 

Eddie was biting his thumb, the curiosity killing him but he was sure you were debating whether to try it on or not. After a minute he saw Robin’s eyes widen as she moved a bit, the lights of the store over her head. He straightened up on the chair and then Robin whispered down to him.

“She went into the changing room, Eddie. I’ve never seen her in a dress before. What if I fall in love with my best friend? I can’t handle this.” It was a joke of course, she could never fall in love with you, not when she had her eyes on Vickie for the past two years, but it would be the first time she would see you in a dress. Last time it was a prom dress and it wasn’t even tight or anything, it was long sleeved, with a nice fall but nowhere tight to your body shape.

“Okay, just, keep calm, and do not show distaste if you don’t like it. She liked it, that’s the important thing.” Robin nodded at his words as she waited patiently for you. 

“This might take a while though…” She knew that you might be looking at yourself for a long while inside, so she looked down at Eddie to start striking some conversation, maybe a private one that you should not hear. “Why are you helping her so much?”

“Well… Honestly, I don’t know… I guess at first I was intrigued, wondering if there was such a thing as being shy towards men, but she is actually pretty cool. She likes The Lord of The Rings, so that’s a plus.” He said with a smile and Robin could only laugh at that, shaking her head. Of course the stripper was a total nerd like yourself. 

“Yeah… You know… This only happens with attractive men only.”

“Are you, a lesbian, hitting on me?”

“Shut the fuck up.” She shook her head at him as he threw his head back with laughter but then she cleared her throat. “I don’t know if she told you, but… She had dates before, but they weren’t with men she was attracted to.” Eddie’s eyes widened slightly at that and Robin shook her head. “It’s more like, attractive guys in general. Not like a personal attraction to a guy.” 

Eddie hummed at that, completely in thought. So it wasn’t that you were personally attracted to him. This happened to you with every man that you found hot basically, and Eddie knew that he was a handsome man. As well as Billy and Steve are. There’s no need to be humble about that, because if he weren’t, he wouldn’t have gotten the job he has now.

“She’s getting better though.” He clarifies and Robin smiles at him, and nods.

“Yeah, she is, slowly but–” She cut herself off as she looked over the phone and her mouth hung open. 

You had walked out of the changing room, after five minutes of staring at yourself in the mirror, your eyes full of tears as you looked at yourself. Tears that weren’t of sadness, of disappointment, of disgust… You liked yourself in the mirror. For the first time in your life, you had tried on a casual dress, and you didn’t dislike what you saw.

The lilac dress hugged your body with a few sinches at the front, the semi-princess sleeves falling over your shoulders, hugging your biceps, and the dress stopped right in the middle of your thighs. The top of your breasts popped out slightly from the bunched fabric of the top, the small golden chain hanging from your neck and then your white sneakers completed the outfit just right.

“Holy fucking shit…” Robin only exclaimed and you just stood there, breathing heavy as you waited for her response. She just tapped on the screen, two times, to turn the camera around so the back camera would face you. 

Eddie’s air got knocked out of his lungs.

He was still looking at you, eyes staring at the screen as if he was seeing a long lost puzzle solved in front of his eyes and he didn’t want to miss one single second of it. His words were in his throat, wanting to say so much but for some reason his mouth was not cooperating, frozen, slightly opened in a surprised motion. His eyes roamed your body, top to bottom, and jesus fuck, you weren’t doing justice to yourself, hiding behind all those baggy clothes and bland colors. The purple color matched perfectly against your skin tone.

“I shouldn’t buy it, right? You both aren’t saying anything at all…” You voiced out your thoughts, which in the past you would have kept inside your inner monologue and do whatever you thought was best for you. For your mental stability that is. Robin immediately got up from the chair she was waiting on and pointed at you.

“Y-You… We’re getting every single color of that dress.” Robin says, stuttering at how different you look from your normal self. It was way more than just looking good, there’s like a light that it’s not quite bright around you yet, but it’s dim, wanting to become stronger each second you stand there in your new clothes.

“R-Really?” You bit your lip nervously and Robin looked down on the screen and saw that Eddie was still stunned on his chair, looking at his screen. She smirked and looked up at you again.

“Look, you left a stripper speechless, I think that usually goes the other way around.” At that, Eddie snapped out, a blush creeping on his cheeks when he realized he was caught staring without hiding it at all, without being discreet. He cleared his throat and motioned for Robin to turn him so that you could see him.

Robin flipped the camera so the front one would start filming now, before handing the phone to you. Your stomach was in nervous knots, anxious to know what a man like him would think. Expectant to see if this wasn’t too much for you, wanting to know if this actually suited a woman like you at all and they weren’t just saying it because they are your friends.

Is that what Eddie was? A friend? You would really like to think so. You were hoping he would feel the same way about that, because that would mean he would be your first ever male friend. Real friend. You looked at Eddie on the screen, and his eyes were lit up, a big smile on his face and your chest thumped at that sight.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, Sweetheart… How do you feel in it?” He asks and you clear your throat to hide your nervousness, looking down at the floor.

“I uh… I feel comfortable in it… I-I like it.” Robin was almost jumping in excitement at your words and Eddie wanted to fist pump the air at the news.

“Good, good… You’re going to buy it then?” He asks, and that’s the next step of it all. Not letting self doubt eat you up at the last second. Be confident in the decision you chose from the very beginning, not letting the eye of strangers change it, nor their thoughts. What matters is the reflection you saw when you put on the dress, all alone, inside the dressing room.

You gave a nod and handed the phone back to Robin to hide back into the changing room. Robin waited till you couldn’t see her anymore and squealed into the camera in excitement, Eddie chuckling at the reaction but feeling victorious as well. This was like watching a bird hatch. Slowly, but surely, the beak breaks the shell, piece by piece, and that’s what it felt when they both watched you.

“I cannot believe you actually managed this…” Robin says with surprise in her tone and Eddie simply shook his head. 

“I didn’t really do anything, she was the one that approached me for help. I am just guiding her through it.” He explains to Robin and she gives him a soft nod, and then Eddie’s smile slowly fell, nerves wrecking his body. “Hey um… I might need your help for the next thing…”

After a few minutes, you came out of the changing room, and slowly walked towards the cashier, trying to let your hands hand the dress towards the nice lady, and then giving her your card. You were feeling a rush of adrenaline coming up on you, as if you were using the money you made for something other than necessities. You were treating yourself.

“Have a good day!” The lady said, giving you the bag, and you blushed, with a nod, walking out with Robin who was still chatting up with Eddie.

“Eddie says Make-Up is next.” You were getting kinda angry that they were talkative with one another, but happy at the same time that they enjoyed the conversation they were having. You started heading towards Sephora, and then you heard Eddie’s voice calling out to you, Robin handing you the phone.

He was smiling at you, and you felt those nerves in your tummy but not as strongly as before. Your eyes traveled to his tattooed neck until he called you out again.

“Stop ogling and listen to me.” He says with a chuckle, making you blush a deep red, wanting to drive your face away from the screen but before you could do so, he kept talking. “I want to invite you to my apartment tomorrow night. We can have a few drinks and have some dinner, and you can meet Steve and Billy, properly this time.” He finished with a nervous smile.

Eddie was actually nervous for this step, but it was needed. The only male you had interacted with until now, was him. He wanted to see how you would interact with other guys, hence, Steve and Billy, both knowing about your situation. They agreed to help you, and Eddie was grateful for that. 

Your stomach dropped to the floor at that. The other two. The other two strippers. Eddie’s friends. But it was just that right? He wanted to introduce you to his friends, like Robin was introduced today, but that meant you would be alone with three hot guys in a room, and that is something that was making you tremble with nerves already, Eddie noticing the slight shake on the camera.

“Shit, important detail. I invited Robin too. You won’t be here alone with just the three of us… Just thought it would be cool since we got the day off tomorrow, and they want to meet you actually.” He tries to make your shoulders untense, and try to calm you down, and it seems it works, because you frowned and looked at Robin who was next to you looking at Eddie.

“Yep, I’m for it, I mean, I have so many questions about their profession.” She encourages with a smile and you look at the screen again, gulping the nerves down to your belly. You felt yourself sweat at the outcome of all of this, but either way, you nodded at Eddie. He smiled widely, showing his bright teeth, and fist pumping the air.

“Fuck yeah, I make very mean nachos. I’ll make them tomorrow! You’ll love them!” He says with a chuckle and you giggle out, finally a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

“I like spicy.” Eddie held in the smirk at your words, closing his eyes to not make a dirty joke out of it. 

Too early for that.

“Robin, I should go change, this is not okay, I didn’t have time to practice my contour, it must look horrible, you just don’t want to say it, but it’s okay! I can take it! Just please, turn so I can fix it–”

“SHUT UP! I’M DRIVING FOR FUCK SAKE!” Robin Buckley lost her patience with you, once again. You flinched at the loud words, making you sink in the passenger’s seat. You were wearing the dress you bought, plus a denim jacket you got in another store and your white reeboks at your feet. 

“I don’t know why you got to wear jeans and I have to wear a dress. I look… like I am trying too hard…” You sighed out, the six pack of beer in your lap, clinking every now and then at the movement of the car. Robin wanted to kill you, to put it simply, but she loved you too much to do so. 

“I dress like a lesbian dyke. I don’t really have dresses, or skirts, you know that!” You giggled at that and you had to admit she had a point there. “You look good, casual, and so pretty. I helped you with your makeup and we did a fantastic job.” You nodded at that and tried to calm your own nerves as Robin turned the street and finally parked. Your breathing rate increased as you looked up at the building, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Robin, I–”

“I’ll be there with you, the moment you feel like throwing up or leaving, we’re out of there. But they seem really nice, and FRIENDLY.” She emphasized the word and you sighed, that actually worked to untense your situation. 

“Okay… okay… I can do this, I can make male friends.” You say, opening the passenger’s door open and Robin chuckling in her seat as she opened her door.

“That’s my girl.” She says excitedly, locking the car behind her as you both head towards the doorbells panel. You notice that there aren’t many buttons, despite the building being quite large. Robin takes the initiative and you grip onto the six pack even tighter, wanting to run away from here, but you wouldn’t.

You weren’t running again. Robin was going to be there, Eddie you’ve already seen, it’s fine, everything will be fine.

Robin rang the doorbell and without even replying, the door opened. Robin smiled at you, opening the door for you to get by and you looked all around the lobby as you both walked to the elevator. 

Each floor the elevator passed, the more you felt coldness at your feet, and you felt as if your makeup was completely melting on your face, but the reflection on the elevator’s walls told you differently. Everything seemed okay, which calmed your nerves a bit, and you took a deep breath in before jumping at the ding sound of finally arriving at the designated floor. 

Robin helped you out of the metal cell and you moved with heavy steps towards apartment B. You noticed that there were only two apartments per floor, so this meant that the floor was big. Robin bit her cheek and looked at you. She wasn’t going to admit to you that she was nervous too, that would completely wreck you, but she was. She was meeting new people, which she had no trouble with, but she was still keeping her guard up just in case.

“You ready?”

“No, but what can I do about that?” You reply, getting a chuckle out of Robin.

“Good.” And like that, she rang the doorbell. Your eyesight was immediately dropped to the floor, six pack in one hand, grabbing it by the handle, biting the inside of your cheek to just bite into something, other than your fingers. You heard some talking behind the door, making your belly almost ache at how nervous you were feeling at the moment, but anxious to get this night over with. 

You heard some heavy steps, and your body was trying to ignite the Flight mode, wanting to dash out of there as soon as possible, but you kept your eyes at your reeboks. It’s Eddie, it’s going to be okay.

The door finally opened and in your vision came some old reeboks, not the same model as yours, and that made your nerves go away a bit, noticing the similarity of clothes. You slowly looked up, noticing the black ripped jeans first, the black belt, then the tight black simple t-shirt on, and your sight stopped at his arms. Covered in tattoos, and there, sure enough was the bat tattoo he mentioned. 

“Welcome to my coven ladies.” That made your eyes shoot up, completely widened with a blush and Eddie was smiling at you, biting at his tongue. “Come in, come in, don’t want those beers to get cold!” He cheerfully moves aside and Robin grabs the six pack out of your hands and walks past Eddie and into his house.

You just stood there, hands behind your back as the biting in the inside of your cheek worsened. What if Steve and Billy do not like you? What if they aren’t as patient as Eddie is? Should you return when it’s just Eddie alone here? Maybe you can video call them, meeting them like that, less personal–

“Sweetheart.”

You were cut off from your thoughts, your eyes locking with Eddie’s again as he smiled down at you. He put his hand out tentatively and this would be the second time you would ever touch him. Graze skin on skin with his, with a man, with an attractive man. You stared at it for a few seconds, heart on your throat and a shaky hand slowly rising up to meet his. His grin widened and he made you do a twirl, causing you to yelp slightly.

“Look at you! That looks great on you, princess.” He wanted to say so many things. He wanted to say you looked beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, incredibly sexy, but he didn’t want you to think he was flirting with you, which in a deep part of him, he would be more than delighted to do so, but he was fine in just being your friend.

“T-Thank you.” You squeaked out and you wanted to tell him he looked good too, but that would already be flirting, right? But you do tell Robin she looks good, and she’s just your friend, and she never receives the compliments as flirting. Same with Nancy and the other girls.

But with Eddie, it was still a big challenge for you to do so. Much more when it was about his looks.

“Alright, let’s go inside! I want to show you around!” He said with a smile, moving aside for you to enter. You slowly walked inside, feeling each step heavy on the floor and your eyes widened at how spacious the whole place was. The ambience reminded you of a New York artist loft. You saw the large couch in the middle with the TV at the front and a coffee table in between, a library filled with different books, a guitar in a corner, some weights in another, large windows, and a snail staircase in one side of the room.

Now you realize why there weren’t so many buttons in the building. The apartments consisted of two floors. You were amazed by it, but you guessed that three people paying for one single place has its perks and you can always aim for something bigger. The kitchen can be seen from where you’re standing, a large island counter separating it from the living room. Robin was there, putting the beers inside the fridge and taking out three cold ones.

“Mi casa es su casa.” Eddie says, closing the door behind him, Robin speaking after him.

“Where’s the stripper pole?” You choked at that, sending a glare towards Robin who just shrugged at you, but Eddie laughed at Robin’s question, shaking his head.

“I don’t know if you remember, but there were no poles at the club we work at.” He says as if it were a matter of fact and Robin just nodded, heading towards the both of you with the beers in her hands. Eddie quickly grabbed one, snapping open the can and then you grabbed the second one. Maybe this will help with your nerves, hopefully.

Eddie immediately guided you both towards the library and you were fascinated by the amount of literature that was there, mostly fantasy and horror, which were your favorite types of books, apart from the normal romantic shenanigans.

“So, this is basically all yours?” You added and Eddie smirked, nodding.

“Yeah, the other two can’t grab a book even if their lives depended on it.”

“We heard that Munson!” You heard some metal stomping from the stairs, someone coming down, and the hairs behind your neck stood on end at the male voice that sounded in your ears.

Not only that, but following on those steps, there were more, which meant both of the other men were coming down the stairs to greet you. You froze in place, sound around you becoming non-existent and you could swear you heard Robin talking, probably introducing herself. A soft touch grazed your shoulder, making you look up in a jump, and Eddie was shooting you a warm smile. 

You were here with Eddie, and Robin. You were here with friends. They were friends.

Eddie was nervous, of course, but you didn’t look pale, which was a good enough sign for him to turn towards Steve and Billy and introduce you to them. You bit your lip and slowly turned your head, feeling the rock in your tongue trying to weigh it down until you finally locked with the first set of eyes. Brown ones.

“Eye locking. Nice! I am Steve.” He said with a smile, putting his hand out for a handshake. He was instructed by Eddie to provoke physical contact. You were like a cat, he explained. You needed to feel comfortable enough to let yourself break loose and the handshake was kind of the sniffing animals did to detect any threats.

You felt your cheeks burn at the praise, licking your lips as your breathing started picking up a pace again, but still you raised your shaking hand up, Eddie’s eyes looking at you, making sure you were okay, and then you held onto Steve’s hand, moving it slightly as a greeting. Steve seemed pleased with that, smiling at you with a nod, and letting go of your hand after a second.

Robin exhaled the air out of her lungs, giving Eddie a thumbs up, hiding it from you and he gave Robin a small nod. Now, it was Billy’s turn. And your eyes widened when he locked his gaze on you. His eyes are just so bright that you cannot handle it, feeling completely watched by him, as if scanned, and you turned your gaze away.

“Calm Sweets, it’s alright. I’m Billy.” You took a deep breath in, gulping down and closing your eyes as you remembered that night. This man looked slightly intimidating, a sexy aura simply spilling from his pores, but when he encouraged that old lady to touch him, you were sure he was trying to make her feel young again, let her feel adventurous, with a kind smile on his face.

So you gazed up again, Eddie’s eyes widening at your action and giving Billy a nod to stick his hand out. You looked at his hand and licked your lips as you raised your trembling hand towards him. His hands were rough, and he was probably the one that used the weights the most. He smiled when you looked up to him again, no salacious look, or a hint of smugness, just a kind welcoming smile.

And you knew you were safe.

He let go of your hand and Eddie finally let the breath out of his lungs that he was holding in. He was afraid he would have to take you to the ER or something, probably fainting here and hitting your head on something, but you proved him wrong. And he was really proud of you, looking at you with a smile to his face as well as Robin coming to your side to put a hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, I already ordered pizza, so I assumed everyone likes Pepperoni.” Steve says as you all moved to the island counter to sit at the stools, you were in between Robin and Eddie, taking a gulp out of your beer.

“What if I’m allergic Dingus?” Robin says to him as he sat next to her and he shot her a quizzical look.

“Did you just call me dingus?” He asked and you couldn’t help the snort that came out of your throat as Billy chuckled, getting two beers out of the fridge. 

“Well yeah, you don’t know us, what if we wanted, I don’t know… Anchovy pizza?” She asked and all three boys grimaced at that.

“Who the fuck would like that?” Billy asked and you gulped in embarrassment, Robin shooting you a look. You have to be brave, confident in the things you like, in the things you are passionate about, just like Eddie said. Don’t let anyone diminish the things you most enjoy in life.

“I– I do…” Eddie’s eyes widened, looking down at you, shaking his head.

“You can’t possibly be serious Princess…” Eddie says and you frown at that, looking at him with an offended look on your face, but very protective of your tastes.

“Maybe you tried the wrong kind of Anchovy pizza!” You defend and Eddie lets out a laugh and shakes his head.

“Who would even try that in the first place?!” He retorts and you point at him with your finger, squinting at him.

“So you didn’t try it… Your argument is invalid.” You finish and take a sip out of your can, Robin slowly clapping at you for shutting him up and you bow with your head at her. Eddie’s eyes were boring into your skull and Billy shrugged at him.

“She is right though, Harrington, call the place and order another one, with Anchovies, we gotta try that shit now.” Steve simply rolled his eyes at his friend and Eddie was shaking his head.

“Nope, nope! I am not trying that.” He takes a sip out of his beer as Steve sends a message to the pizza place to order that one other pizza. Robin’s phone buzzes, and she looks down on it, you peeking over your shoulder to see she received a notification from her dating app.

“Is that Carol?” You ask and Robin shook her head, opening the app to reply to a girl she just made a match with. Steve also took a peek on the other side and he almost spat his beer when he saw the profile picture. Everyone looked at him with a shocked expression and he wiped his mouth, pointing at the phone.

“That’s not a girl.” Steve claims and your eyes widened, same as Robin’s as you both looked at Steve. Robin scoffed and put up the profile of the person she made a match with.

“It is a girl, I only have my app set to get girls.” She says and Steve shook his head, pointing at something in the picture. 

“It’s literally a filter. You can see the smudge of them trying to wipe off the beard.” Robin was blinking at him as if he were insane and you were chugging down your beer out of pure nerves. You didn’t like the sound of that, anxiety filling up in your chest as you heard those words coming out of Steve’s mouth.

“So, he is a creep?” Robin asks and at that Steve nods, taking a sip out of his beer and makes a shoving motion to her phone.

“Delete that app, they suck.” He says and Robin simply huffs at him, putting her phone down to look at him.

“And how do you expect me to find available hot babes?” At that, Steve rolled his eyes as the rest of you watched the interaction closely. The two of them were talking as if they were long distant friends, immediately engaging in a very intense debate into whether the dating apps work better than engaging conversation in a bar or club, randomly. 

“Totally engaging conversation in a bar.” Eddie states as Steve points him out as a thank you. 

“Not everyone is as charismatic as you guys are, just mind you! Behind a screen is much safer, at least for me.” Robin states and you just sipped on your beer, not really involving yourself in the conversation because you had done neither. You never interacted in a bar with another man, and you never downloaded any dating app on your phone. 

You weren’t going to ever make the first move, and men hardly approached you at public places because your friends snatched you away before they could engage in conversation with you. Not that if you stayed you would have talked to him. You most likely would have just frozen in place.

During this whole ordeal you didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes that were watching you as you quietly drank down your can of beer, already finishing it. Your name was called, and you raised your head up, noticing Billy was calling out to you.

“What’s your opinion on all this?” He asked you and your throat closed up, feet becoming cold as his eyes scanned your reaction. The nerves in your belly became alive once more, feeling their eyes almost burning into your body as they waited for your answer.

“I– I never really… Um…” You gulped trying to find your words and Eddie was glaring at Billy for making you nervous but his friend glared back, shaking his head at him as if telling Eddie to not intervene.

“Sweetheart… Eddie has helped a lot, I know that, but… What is going to happen if a guy you’re talking to suddenly flirts with you? Someone you might be attracted to?” Billy asks you and you look down at your cup, blinking at it. Eddie has taught you the easy part. The friendly part. But in the end, your ultimate goal was to be able to be with someone you were attracted to. Someone that you actually liked not only spiritually but physically too.

And how were you going to do that when you didn’t know how to flirt? Much less, how to react when being flirted at?

“Munson, scooch.” You heard Billy say and Eddie gave you a look, which you didn’t reciprocate because you were still looking down at your can. Eddie knew that this part was going to come sooner or later, but he didn’t intend for Billy to take the initiative. Not today at least. It was supposed to be a way of getting to know the other two and loosen you up with other men other than himself.

Eddie stood up from his stool and exchanged places with Billy. You closed your eyes as you felt the blood in your body slowly leaving you but you were brought back to your senses when Robin pressed a soft hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, I’m here…” She reassures you and you look up to her, gulping heavily as the anxious feeling in your belly moves around, but you fight through it, turning your head to look at Billy who smiled sweetly at you, and that friendly smile made your shoulders relax just a bit.

“Alright… We’re friends now, okay? This is only to help you. Even if what I say is true, there is no hidden intention behind it, but what I want you to know is that, when a person flirts with you, it’s not only you who has to have confidence, it’s the other person as well, so basically you are both on the same boat.” Billy explains to you, and you slowly nod in understanding and then Robin intervenes.

“Yeah, it’s not like I am a flirting machine, you know how nervous I get about that.” You turned to look at her, and yes, you do remember how she explained to you how nervous she got when a girl approached her at a club one time, and she wouldn’t stop ramblings about whales for some reason. 

So everyone gets nervous about it, not only you, you are not the only one who gets shy about it, or bashful, and that soothes the knots in your belly just a bit more. 

“So, what I wanna try with you, is give you a compliment, and for you to give another one back.” Billy continues and your head snaps at him with widened eyes. This was a big step, a huge one, and your heart is already beating in anticipation as to what he might say. You glanced at Eddie once, and he gave you a reassuring nod, and it was as if you just received a message from him that played in your head.

‘It’s alright.’

Robin’s hand was pressed on your shoulder still, as you looked at Billy and how his demeanor slightly changed. His eyes suddenly gazed at you with another type of spark in them, as his smile turned into a small one, a little bit higher on one side, and his body moved towards you, just slightly as he leaned against the counter.

His eyes were looking into yours, and your mind was yelling at you, screaming, grasping at every cell to make you run away, that this was stupid, that this was impossible for you, that there was no way this would happen in other circumstances.

“You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart.” 

Your breath got caught in your throat, feeling it closing in, and how can you believe such thing? How is that man telling you something like that? You’re nothing special really, you’re pretty bland. Pretty normal.

And that’s when you felt yourself snap.

You put on the dress you felt nice in, you put on makeup for the first time in which Robin helped and you liked the outcome of it. You looked down at your lap, your knuckles white in tight fists as you tried to even out your breath, thinking of a response to him, maybe about his attire as well? About his perfume? What?

“Say anything that comes to mind darling. Anything at all.” You heard Eddie’s voice ringing from afar, and you took a deep breath in, settling on one thought only as you looked up to meet Billy’s gaze again, who was now smiling encouragingly at you, leaving behind the smug grin.

“Y-Your eyes are pretty.” Billy’s eyes widened at that, as well as everyone else’s in the room and you felt your whole face heating up as a wave of embarrassment filled your body. You said too much, it was too forward, you came too strong, what if he took it the wrong way, what if they think you are weird? What if–

“Oh, you made Billy blush!” You heard Steve exclaim excitedly and you paid attention to Billy again who was hiding his face under his hand, which he had across, palm on one cheek, fingers on the other, but you could see the pink reaching his eyes as he looked away. Eddie finally laughed out loud, patting Billy in the back.

“She’s a fast learner isn’t she?” Eddie said proudly and you were still stunned, staring at Billy. You made someone like him blush, feel bashful for your flirting, and you never knew you could do that. You always thought that was your position, that the one that should always remain shy and embarrassed was supposed to be you.

Everyone was laughing at Billy while he tried to stop all of them from doing so, that he is trying to help only and it was backfiring him, so you turn to Robin with a smile on your face.

“You have a pretty laugh!” At that Robin shut up, stunned, looking at you.

“I– what–” She was turning red, you could see it on her ears as Steve chuckled behind her, already pointing at them to make fun of her, but you looked at him this time, your bravery becoming bigger and bigger.

“Your hair is great, Stevie.” You added a pet name this time, which made him jump and you could see the thin line on his lips as he looked away while rubbing the back of his head, and then you turned to your final person.

Eddie was wide eyed, looking at you, feeling his chest pressing on him as your eyes scanned him. You on the other hand, you almost lost your power, and you felt a tingling sensation in your fingers, a warmth spreading from your throat towards your face, but there is one compliment, one thought, that you always wanted him to know.

“You’re beautiful, Eddie.”

He just kept looking at you, as the other three people in the room fussed about how you managed to be suddenly bold enough to compliment them out of nowhere, but your eyes stayed focused on Eddie. There wasn’t embarrassment for some reason, and you felt yourself smile when he flexed his jaw, turning towards the fridge to hide the intense blush he felt coming to his face.

He has women all over him, almost every night, touching him, saying things to his ears, scenting him, worshiping him, yet… Yet your small innocent compliment was enough to stir him up in a way he hasn’t felt like in so long. A hurricane whirling in his stomach as he grabbed a beer and put it on the counter. You were laughing now, seeing how Robin was making fun of Steve, while Billy chuckled at how flustered Robin was looking.

Eddie licked his lips, rounding the counter, stepping behind Billy and then finally standing behind you. You weren’t paying attention to his movements but Billy caught on him as Eddie slowly reached down, getting close to your ear, his voice lowering in a whisper. Your stiffened in your seat as you remembered this same position being the one in that night at the strip club. The hot breath on your skin, and the scent of his cologne invading you completely.

“Thank you, angel.” 

Robin stopped bickering with Steve to look at your face, widening when she saw you had turned slightly pale. She looked at Eddie as he backed off, ready to scold him but then you softly whispered, low, but you still talked, surprising everyone in the room.

“My pleasure…” 

Robin immediately hugged you tightly, snapping you out of your embarrassed trance, wondering what was going on as she rubbed her cheek at the top of your head.

“You didn’t faint! You didn’t freeze! This is a miracle!” You heard Eddie laughing as he returned to his previous position and you looked at him as he raised his beer to you as in a cheer motion. You gulped tightly as your eyes were still locked into his, while Robin was excitedly hugging you.

It was a miracle alright.

The doorbell rang after a few minutes and the next second, you were all digging into the pizzas as the munchies from the alcohol started kicking in. You looked at everyone, grabbing a slice of the anchovy pizza except for Robin.

“I already tried it and it wasn't to my taste.” She says, grimacing at the memory of it. The first one to take a bite was Steve, who immediately spat it out into a napkin.

“What the fuck… Yeah, no, that’s not edible.” You had a slice already so you knew the pizza was delicious, not a quality failure. You pouted and looked at Billy who was still chewing his piece and slowly put it down on his place, swallowing after a few seconds.

“This is definitely something else, darling.” He says, clearly showing his dislike. You looked at Eddie who was just staring disgustedly at the anchovy’s eye on top of his pizza.

“Do I really have to?” He asked and for some reason, you really wanted Eddie to like the pizza, your taste in pizza, but your hopes crashed down when the other two didn’t, so you were pretty sure he was going to dislike it.

“You don’t have to…” You mumbled to him, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more because of your particular taste and Eddie noticed that. He noticed the change in your tone and  he immediately took a big bite out of his pizza, closing his eyes as he waited for the taste to hit his tongue.

The four of you looked at him as he chewed with his eyes closed, and then his shoulders untensed, relaxing completely, his eyes opening in a confused look as he looked down at his slice, still chewing as if he were in shock.

“Well?” Robin asks him and Eddie’s stomach grumbles as the new flavor fills his mouth.

“This is fucking excelent. Why the fuck did I never try this shit before?” He says as he takes another bite, and you look at him to search for any hint of him taking pity on you, and just saying that so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed, but he then took two more bites and the slice was gone. He immediately reached for another one and looked at you. “If you don’t take another slice, I’m gonna eat all of this by myself.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, you immediately reached out and grabbed another slice, smiling as you looked at Eddie while you took a bite, and he returned the smile in the same way. 

The rest of the group was simply horrified.

You looked at the pizza, and then back at Eddie.

“Where are the Nachos you promised me?” And he stopped chewing, facepalming his forehead.

“I forgot…” You shook your head at that, and giggled at his pink cheeks.

“It’s okay, you can make them next time.” You say out loud, and Robin was completely surprised that you were the one that initiated the invitation to another gathering this time, but she kept her mouth closed as she grabbed onto a pepperoni pizza slice. Eddie almost froze at the words, but smiled at you, taking a bite of his slice.

“My pleasure.”

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୨୧ Your makeup did not turn out as expected. ୨୧

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𝜗𝜚．．．pairing: Jungwon!bf ; Ni-ki!bf ; Sunoo!bf x reader!gf 𝜗𝜚．．． contains: kissing, Princess treatment, attention.

=͟͟͞⋆ ࣪.⠀Yang Jungwon ( 양정원 ) ᵎᵎ ⠀

You had spent most of the afternoon watching tutorials on TikTok about how to put on makeup. A particular makeup caught your attention so you set out to do it!

“douyin makeup” - you told your boyfriend jungwon, who had barely understood what you told him. He only saw how you passed several makeup brushes over your eyes, how every time you finished something you quickly took your phone and watched the video repetitively and copied exactly everything that was shown in that video tutorial. He looked like a confused kitten looking at his owner.

Once the makeup was finished, you quickly grabbed a mirror to see the result, which you didn't like at all. Your face was very red due to excess blush, the eyeliner on your eyes looked crooked and you didn't like how your poorly painted lips looked. you tossed the mirror to the side and made a disgusted face at your makeup.

"Are you done, love?" — Jungwon spoke, appearing in the room. — "Don't look at me, I look horrible!" you said covering your face.

"what?" he asked.

He quickly walked over to you and gently removed your hands from your face so he could see you better. — "What are you saying? You look beautiful" — he smiled and approached you to see your face better.

"You lie" - you reproached, looking to the side angrily. He shook his head and smiled. —"You look beautiful, even if you think your makeup didn't turn out well, even if you take it off, you will still look beautiful to me."—he clarified and then kissed you on the tip of your nose in a tender way.

=͟͟͞⋆ ࣪. Nishimura Riki ( 西村リキ ) ᵎᵎ ⠀

You invited your boyfriend to go to the movies which he accepted. it had been a while since you had last gone out on a date somewhere since he was mostly at work, so you decided to dress up a little more than you usually do.

You had chosen a nice outfit that you planned to complement with your makeup, which, however, didn't turn out the way you wanted it to. you were frustrated and about to cry because you knew that at any moment Ni-ki would arrive to pick you up and go to the movies.

it didn't take long for the tears to appear. You had spent half an hour trying to redo your makeup but it only seemed to get worse making you even more depressed.

"y/n?"- oh, no. ni-ki was already here.- why aren't you ready? what are you doing on the floor? - Ni-ki started asking you questions that only made you cry even more. She put her jacket aside and walked over to you, getting down to your level and started wiping your tears with her hands.

"Honey, what's wrong, why are you crying?"-he asked in a concerned tone.

"m-my makeup"- you managed to say while crying into your boyfriend's hands.

"What's wrong with your makeup? You look so pretty."

"Liar! I look awful." - You reproached angrily. Ni-ki laughed a little at your state but immediately removed his smile when he saw your angry expression.- You look beautiful, love. i mean it. my girlfriend is too perfect even if her makeup looks horrible!- he spoke proudly while nodding his head. his way of talking made it seem like he was joking. but he wasn't joking, he just wanted to make you smile, which you understood.

"You're a fool"- you looked at him angrily and then smiled a little and hugged your boyfriend.

That night you both opted to stay at home and watch a movie from the couch.

=͟͟͞⋆ ࣪. kim seonwoo ( 김선우 ) ᵎᵎ ⠀

After a long day of looking at beautiful girls with their perfect makeup and perfect outfits on Pinterest and wondering why you couldn't look like that, you decided to try to look like those gorgeous girls on the internet.

Your self-esteem lately wasn't the best. You knew your boyfriend would always be there for you and love you just the way you are, but still, the thought of not being pretty enough to be with him was on your mind.

You knew Sunoo would be here in a few minutes, so you wanted to look beautiful for him. you grabbed what little makeup you had and started applying it!

as you did so, a thousand scenarios formed in your head where your boyfriend saw how beautiful you looked and complimented you on your extraordinary makeup. you felt like you could finally look pretty enough for him and that made you excited.

Although... you didn't look it. You didn't manage to look pretty, you couldn't even get your makeup right.

You ran to the bathroom and washed your face, rubbing it several times with your hands as your tears fell and you saw your reflection in the mirror. With your eyes red from crying, your lipstick and mascara smudged and your clothes wet, you certainly felt terrible.

"Princess I'm here" - shit.... Sunoo arrived. Seeing you like this in the bathroom, he ran to you and turned you around to look you in the face - "What happened honey, are you ok, did something happen to you?" he asked totally worried and agitated. - he asked totally worried and agitated.

"I'm so ugly," you said in a whisper, dropping your forehead on Sunoo's chest, who immediately wrapped his arms around you and started stroking your hair.

"My God, what are you talking about, who said you're horrible, huh, whoever told you that will deal with me!". - He said as he cradled your face in his hands.

"I..." - You whispered as your tears fell down your cheeks.

Sunoo swallowed saliva and shook his head at what you said.

"You're not horrible, don't say that. Otherwise, you would be insulting what I love most in my life and that hurts me. do you understand?". - he gently squeezed your cheeks. "now repeat after me: I'm beautiful and my boyfriend loves me very much" - she smiled and you just stared at her without saying anything. - "what are you waiting for?"

...

Sunoo literally spent the whole day hugging, kissing and caressing you. She didn't go more than five minutes without telling you how beautiful you looked and how much she loved you. Plus, he treated you to mint chocolate chip ice cream!

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[storm-angel989]

Outside the Office Part Nine

Hi All!

Trigger warning for Valentino being himself. I appreciate all the positive feedback everyone is leaving! I'm so happy others are enjoying my work!

I stood in the elevator next to Valentino, my fingers entwined with his. As the door closed, I felt the nervousness start to sink in and I took a deep breath to try to calm myself.

Valentino’s hand squeezed mine. “You’ll be safe, princessa. You’re with me. And after today, you will never worry about walking into my studio again.” He paused for a moment. “I need you to show no fear, and command their respect. Keep your facial expressions neutral- and show disinterest.” He leaned in closer. “Pretend the contracts are in your name. Treat them the way they agreed to be treated.”

The elevator pinged and the door opened. He stepped forward, his hand in mine as he walked towards the directors chair in front of the stage.  Or should I say, chairs. Where the first stood the last time, the second sat right next to it. Silence fell over the studio as he sat down and gestured to me to sit next to him.

“This is reader. You will respect her as much as you do me. That is, what she says goes. If any of you fuckers so much as look at her the wrong way,  I will invoke the termination clause in your contracts without so much as a second thought. Understood?” His voice was harsh, conveying a tone of finality. He surveyed the room of the wide eyed demons and nodded, seeming pleased. “Good. Spread the fucking word and get back work. We have a video to shoot.” 

Although not physical, I watched him transform from my Valentino into the Overlord he was. Throughout the morning, he kept one hand on mine, his fingers interlaced with mine, dropping it only when he stood up to adjust something on set.  His other hand held his cigarette, the scent of the smoke filling the room with its aroma. Completely engrossed in his work, he never paused to glance my way. 

On set, I watched as his employees fucked more ways than I could count. I did my best to appear neutral, to act as if this was something normal, acceptable, required and demanded. The more I watched, the more It seemed there was no position that was off limits, no hole that couldn’t have a dick stuck in it. I tried my hardest to control my facial expressions as I watched each painful looking scene. When they did well, Valentino showered his employees with praise. When they didn't convince him well enough, he screamed, and I suspected he kept the physical punishment at a minimum solely because I was next to him. Eventually, he ordered a demon to be chained to the bed, two demons on every hole and I couldn’t stomach it anymore. 

I squeezed his hand as tightly as I could, using every aspect of my self control to keep my expression in line with his expectations.  He glanced at me. With a gentle squeeze back, he called for the scene to cut and gave everyone a fifteen minute recess. He pulled me to my feet, wrapping an arm around my waist as he guided me into a large office across the studio. He closed the door behind us.

“Sit.” He said, lowering me into an office chair behind a desk. The harsh expression melted away as concern washed over his features. “What’s the matter, love? Did someone look at you wrong?” Anger blazed across his face. “Tell me.”

I swallowed, struggling to put the feelings of worry, concern, hot coils and sense of unease into words. He waited patiently as I struggled to communicate exactly what emotions flooded through my body. 

After struggling for a few minutes I decided it would be easier to just blurt it all out and worry about the finer details later. I took a deep breath. “No one did anything wrong. At least, I don’t think so. It’s only, that isn’t, I mean, I just…do people, demons, souls, whatever, really take pleasure in this? It looks…awful. And a hell of a price to pay for anything I could even imagine wanting.” 

He sighed and ran a hand through my hair, guiding my head to his abdomen. I let the full weight of me rest against him as he stroked my hair. 

“Princessa. We discussed this. Everyone who works in this studio signed an airtight contract. They consented to this,” he explained gently. “My employees are here because they chose to be. This is their consequence, the other half of their deal.” 

“What if they don’t want it anymore? What if they changed their minds?” I asked, frustration rising in my chest. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting six dicks in their body at once.” 

He let out a low laugh as his fingers ran through my hair. “Oh babydoll. That isn’t the way hell works. And besides. You can’t judge others based on what they enjoy- especially not in the bedroom. Everyone has different desires, different needs. You will too, you just don’t know it yet.”

I let the weight of my head rest on him as I thought back to Vox’s offhand comment about borrowing one of his employees for a Daddy kink. “Does that have a name? Vox mentioned something about being a..Daddy?”

A grin broke across Valentino’s face. “Yes, Princessa.  I cater to the population that enjoys the so-called ‘kinky’ side of the bedroom. People who derive sexual pleasure from more, much more than just sex.” He tilted my chin up so our eyes met. “You’re looking at my business all wrong, mi amor. For a great majority, pain and pleasure go hand in hand.” 

He gently sat me back and turned away from me. I spun the chair to face him as he walked behind me and opened a small fridge. He turned around to face me and cracked the plastic lid of a bottle of clear liquid and  pressed the bottle into my hand. “Sip on this, Princessa. It’s just water. I forget just how little you know and I asked a lot of you this morning. You must be overwhelmed.” 

I shakily took a sip. “Is this what it will be like when you and I…”

“No.” He cut me off quickly. “No. At least, not right away. Maybe never. It depends on what you like. What we like together.” He leaned against the desk and took a sip of his own bottle of water, a thoughtful look on his face. “I will never share you, Princessa. You are mine and mine alone. And I assume you feel the same, yes?” 

I stared at him in a mixture of disgust and disbelief. “Uhm, yes. I wasn’t aware that was a question.” 

He held up his hand. “Let me explain. You and I enjoy our alone time together. I have no desire to add another to our private life. But I don’t judge others who have that desire, need that imagery to feel pleasure. I only provide it.” He reached over and cupped my chin gently. “What I create is not a how-to book on what I enjoy behind closed doors, mi amor. You will discover that on your own, in time.” He swallowed the last of his water and tossed the bottle into the garbage can next to his desk. “Do you understand, princessa?”

“I think so…but it's hard to watch that level of violence.” I said softly.

He guided my head back against him. “You just need a shift in mindset, my love. I think you’re only focusing on the pain. When we go back out, try to watch the scene for the pleasure aspect.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, taking the now empty bottle from my hand. 

He held me for a few minutes in silence, allowing me that moment to process. The more I thought about it, the more the uneasy feeling went away, leaving behind only the tickling feeling in my belly when I looked at Valentino. I felt his hand stroke my hair, and I closed my eyes as I listened to the inner workings of his body. 

“Alright, Val. I’ll give it a try. I’ll go back out and try to find the…pleasure among the pain.” 

He squeezed me gently. “That’s my girl.” He pulled out his phone and checked the time. “Come on, babydoll. They’re waiting for us.” 

[fraugwinska]

Chapter 16 - Fallacy

Fallacy (noun) 1. a failure/error in reasoning which renders an argument invalid. 2. a deceptive appearance

Tags & Warnings: Mentions of suicide and depression, Explicit sexual content, Discussions of acts of homophobia and conversion therapy If you see this symbol ♫ I highly recommend to listen to the song "City of Stars" by Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone from the movie 'LaLaLand' (Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/1xk2Z84gbcn4tPXiiutxzS?si=12af0d158b22496b)

You lifted another 8-pin cable out of a black wooden box, careful not to drop it as your still sweaty hands made everything slippery. Dante. The stagehand was Dante, how did you not recognize him straight away? Now that you knew, it was so obvious. Irritated at your sudden excitement and Dante's beaming smile, Mimzy had quickly ordered you, in a not-so-cute tone of voice “Oy, slackers. Less gawking, more working. The band is going on stage in 30 minutes, so you better get moving.” before pulling a reluctant Alastor backstage. His gaze had been a mixture of surprise, discontent and annoyance as she dragged him along, eyes narrowing at you and the nightingale. You would've felt flattered, but the shock of meeting your long lost friend made you unable to concentrate on anything else.

"I knew it was you the second I saw you." Dante laughed down at you from the ladder, taking the heavy cable from your hands. "I was just waiting for the penny to drop."

Dante had grabbed the end of the cable you were holding and connected it to a spotlight, working with skilled, nimble hands.

"I have no idea how I didn't recognize you sooner."

He hopped down, smiling at you cheekily, just the way he had when you were alive.

"I know, you can be so daft sometimes. Some things never change, eh, munchkin?"

You chuckled at the familiar nickname while he rounded you and plugged the other end of the cable into a power outlet. He quickly checked the time on his wristwatch.

“Okay, done. And with time to spare... you don't wanna see Mimzy when she's angry.” he pulled you to the side, taking two bottles of water out of a backpack, handing you one while opening the other. He eyed you, and his demeanor shifted to nervous and hesitant, now that there wasn't anything but conversation to do. “I'd like to say it's good to see you, but... considering where we are, well...” he started, leaning against a pillar, avoiding your eyes.

“Dante.” you started, fidgeting with your unopened bottle in your hands. “I'm... I'm sorry. I never thought you'd end up... here.”

He gave you a sad smile. “You don't have anything to apologize for, (Y/n). Suicide isn't really a virtue, I knew I'd take the trip down here.” His hands disappeared into his pockets, and you wanted to ask so many things. But you knew Alastor and Mimzy could return any minute, so you decided to postpone the heavy conversation you wanted to have for another time.

“So... you work for Mimzy?”, you asked instead and Date visibly relaxes.

“Temporarily... It's an on-off thing. I'm kind of freelancing, a job here, a job there. It's good money, and she can be very nice and generous.” He chuckled at your doubtful expression. “Don't take her attitude too personally, munchkin. Ever since she saw that video of you, she's kind of miffed that you could fish in her pond. Mimzy doesn't like to share the spotlight.”

You blink at him. “What video?”, you asked, your own confusion mirrored with Dante's.

"The one on the Vee's sinstagram. Velvette posted a story the other day, of you singing in a karaoke joint, apparently it was almost immediately deleted, but it caused quite a stir because she tagged Vox in it, joking about him being 'literally pussy whipped', or something like that." Dante shook his head and sighed. "She was a real pain to work for after that. You didn't know about that?"

"I had no idea. I don't have a smartphone." Well that was just what you needed - Drama with more than just one overlord. How did no one tell you about that? Maybe Charlie, Vaggie and Husk weren't aware, they all used their phones sparingly, but Angel was practically glued to his, and you knew he must have known about it - he was working for one of the Vee's.

"I'm going to kill that spider..." you muttered under your breath.

Dante laughed quietly, and turned his head to the stage, where some demons put up instruments. "I remember the time you spotted a hobo spider in my bathroom and almost demolished my shower cabin, throwing the laundry basket at the thing."

You looked at him. From the fogginess of your mind, a memory materialized, you heard yourself scream in panic and felt the heavy wooden frame as you hurled it against a gigantic brown insect that hung on tiled walls while rushing out a white washed door, right into your friends chest. His loud, amused laughter resounded in your ears as he caught you, and you fell together to the floor. A laugh bubbled up in your throat, and Dante grinned at your giggling figure. In the distance, a door audibly opened.

"All this hubbub and I still missed that damn thing.", you chuckled.

"You always did have shit aim, munchkin, I have a scar from Pettersons' stage fighting class to prove it." he snickered and ruffled your fringe.

"Hey, no flirting on the clock, bird-boy!" Mimzy's voice chimed mockingly, her heels clicked as she and Alastor approached, and you sobered immediately as Alastor's tight smile and burning eyes stalked your face.

"Sorry, Miss Mimzy. We finished right on time and everything is set up and working." Dante took a step away from you, pushing himself between you and the miffed looking woman. He smiled at her, a genuine, bright smile. "And Howard wanted to speak to you about changing the setlist again."

"The hell he will, 'ya leave for five minutes and suddenly he thinks he's John Hammond." She huffed, pulling her strapless dress up at the neckline. "Well, Al, gotta skedaddle, this joint can't run without me. Come by again sometime - alone - have a drink and a dance, just like old times, will 'ya?" Mimzy clicked her tongue at you, then skitted away to find the poor demon called Howard. Which left you and Dante and Alastor. The latter eyed you intensely, while he addressed the still smiling bird demon next to you.

"Dante, is it? Now don't you two look like birds of a feather?", he almost sang, voice light and melodic but his stare was almost violent. "Are you acquainted with my darling little assistant, boy?" He sounded so utterly condescending, you had to cock a brow.

Dante, bless his soul, didn't seem fazed in the slightest. "Very much so, Mr. Alastor. We were best friends in the overworld, almost inseparable." he said cheerfully, completely oblivious of the radiating static that surrounded Alastor.

"Inseparable you say?", Alastor questioned, prickling needles creeping up your legs. "How interesting. Well, as much as I hate to interrupt this surely touching reunion, we do need to take our leave, darling. Say goodbye to your... friend."

"Right.", you said, still irritated by this obvious animosity, but you nodded and took a step to Dante who looked at the both of you with blissful cluelessness. You felt the radio demons looming presence in your neck, and mentally rolled your eyes.

"I live at the Hazbin Hotel. You're welcome to visit anytime... I'd love to... talk." you hurriedly said, before being almost ripped from him by Alastor's iron grip.

"I'd like that too, munchkin. Have a good evening, you too Mr. Alastor." Dante yelled, much too enthusiastically, and waved you goodbye as Alastor practically marched you out of the club. You could've facepalmed yourself. Some things really didn't change, and Dante's talent of being absolutely unable to read a room was one of them.

She was almost jogging next to him, her arm trapped around his, and struggled visibly to keep up with his – admittedly rage-fueled – pace.

He was annoyed, to say the least. Not only was this bird-demon obviously charmed by her, which irritated him to no end, no, but the audacity, the utter nerve he had, calling her such a childish, diminutive pet-name while touching what clearly wasn't his!

That's what he was: Annoyed. And slightly angry. Very, very angry. And, dare he admit, jealous. Yes, he felt jealousy. That vexing pang in his stomach when he saw the way her cheeks flushed and her tail curled when this impertinent creature ruffled her hair, when he saw her openly laughing, handing out a privilege he was sure he had a monopoly of: Her smile. Oh, how he wanted to rip out his feathers then, one by one, and stuff his throat with them until he choked on his own plumage.

Yes, that's what he wanted to do, and it took all his restraint not to give in to these urges.

"Sir... Alastor, please... can we... slow down?” His ears twitched at the sound of her breathless voice, and he stopped abruptly, in his thoughts as well as his stride, making her stumble. He looked down, and his grip loosened instantly. She was clutching his arm, ears and tail hanging low and a worried expression on her face. He blinked at her, the image of her smile and laugh with the stagehand gone, and his rage dissolved. He straightened his back, easing his grip on her a bit more, but he didn't release her.

"Of course, dear, forgive me. I was lost in thought." he said, a bit softer, and she relaxed a bit, sighing deeply.

"I noticed." She looked at him, a frown on her face. "Is something bothering you?"

Alastor snapped his free arm behind his back, pushing away the irritating image of the bird-demon, and grinned down to her. The day had been irritating enough, no need to fill it with further complications.

"Nothing at all, sweetheart. It's just been an awfully long day, hasn't it?", he nonchalantly exclaimed, wanting to wipe the memory of the idiot nightingale away and replacing it with his own touch, so he gently petted her ears. With a grim satisfaction he watched them shiver and her expression melt at his soft display of casual affection.

"Speaking of which, we should get going back to the hotel, wouldn't want to have our friends wait too long for the good news."

She tilted her head questioningly. "So, Miss Mimzy agreed to lend us the equipment?"

"Indeed she did. And the princess will be pleased to hear it won't cost us a helldime." Alastor chuckled at her stunned face. "I just had to remind her of the many times I've handled her ever-returning troubles for no more than her friendship in my pocket and her loyalty on the table."

A beautiful laugh rang out from her throat, and his ears perked at the sound. It sounded so much better at the place where it belonged - between him and you.

"Now, it's getting quite late, let's skip the sauntering and make use of my shadows to hurry home, or we'll risk Niffty to cook dinner."

He received no protest, just a small nod as she tightly gripped his arm. He decided to appreciate this moment of comfortable compliance and couldn't help but to smugly enjoy how close she clung to him as he teleported them back to the hotel.

Three days have passed, and Alastor had returned to his usual, detached self. The news of Alastor's bargain with his friend had Charlie hyped, and that evening, dinner had been on her. She ordered three party-sized pizzas – a cuisine Alastor didn't care for and so he had excused himself to an early nights rest, leaving you with the rest of the residents to live down the events of the day. Angel had been glued to your side the whole time, eagerly waiting for the opportunity to pull you aside. When the group didn't disintegrate after the pizza was gone and bellies were full, he declared loudly that you and him were much too tired for mingling, and had dragged you into his room.

"Tell. Me. Everything!” he had grinned, pulling you onto his bed, legs crossed and face full of impish delight. "Did 'ya yell at him? Did 'ya flip a table? Speak, woman!"

"No, we actually had a pretty normal, regular conversation. You know, like adults."

As much as you had wanted to talk about it, you couldn't tell Angel about your... escapade with Alastor. It was too fragile, too much of a question mark, and you were more than sure Alastor would be livid if anyone knew, let alone Angel Dust. The hotel wouldn't withstand that extend of an explosion.

Angel had raised a single eyebrow, eyes squinted disbelievingly at you, and a deadpanned "Oh come ON, all that riling up and there weren't even dishes flying?" He had sighed dramatically, putting the back of his hand against his forehead. "All my efforts, wasted."

"Not entirely." you had whispered, and decided to at least give him something to feed on. "He told me he's fond of me."

Angel's face had been less than impressed. "Uh-huh, is that old-timey code for 'Show me 'ya ankles?'"

You felt no remorse when the pink heart-pillow had hit him hard and straight in the nose.

You had sworn him to secrecy - "Fine, fine, it's barely some secret anyway, Rocky." - and then changed the subject, confronting Angel about the viral video of you. He outright confessed he knew about it, but told you that "it wasn't a big deal, nothing to worry about. The Vee's do shit like this all the time.", but he looked nervous and uncomfortable, determined to sway the conversation away from the topic. You didn't push it, but made a mental note to find out more about it another time.

Ever since that evening, your routine at the hotel went back to exhaustively uneventful.

Alastor was significantly more present, and therefore more at your side than before - or was it just because you were on the lookout for it now - and he always found a new reason to discreetly touch your arms, back or waist. Not a word was uttered about it, but you swore you sometimes hunger in his eyes and the crooked, knowing smiles he gave you. Yet, the evenings have become lonely again, no visits or invitations, no anything really.

You used the lonesome silence and time waiting for sleep to finally claim you to write in your diary. The sepia pages of the little gift from Rosie were slowly but surely filled, half of the papers were covered in notes, poems or fractured lyrics. Your personal therapy had become an integral part of the nights, the muted scratching on paper helping you gather your thoughts, deal with your increasing fears of rejection and released at least some of the pressure the voices in your head put on your mind. Your writing became a bit more polished, less fragmented than in the beginning, and your pen flew over the pages, words and syllables forming lines and verses, and a certain demon was woven more and more into your work.

Another day, another routine. It had been a pretty productive day, you had finally convinced Husk to dig out his old trumpet and meet you in the ballroom to assess what you'd do for the planned duet. He had been hesitant, the redness of embarrassment visible under his fur. Yet, he came through the double doors with slumped shoulders and a black case in hand and soon after the both of you stood (a bit unceremoniously) on the stage.

"I dunno, kid. I haven't touched that thing in forever." He sighed, the brass instrument in his paws.

"Well, give it a try. For me, pleeeeease?" You blinked at him with overly big, round eyes, and after a short moment, he rolled his eyes and he had given you a defeated nod.

Playing an instrument was like riding a bike - you never really forget how to do it. The same was true for Husk, he picked up his trumpet and, despite the initial rustiness, soon started playing his first song. He laughed, surprised by himself, and you encouraged him to play some more. You listened intently, and after a while, you sat down on the bench and joined him on the piano, improvising the best you could. Soon, the bike ride became a tandem, you and the cat harmonized with ease, and by the end, he wore a very new and unsuspected kind of self-confidence.

The last note was still resonating when the doors of the ballroom were pushed open and a familiar radio voice resounded in the room.

"I knew I'd find you two here."

You and Husk looked up, and Alastor was striding towards you, a curious grin on his face.

"Don't look so shocked, I'm not deaf and this hotel isn't as soundproof as you think." He came to a halt next to Husk, looking at the trumpet. "It seems that you've finally coaxed old Husker out of his artistic retirement."

Husk huffed. "She got a talent for makin' people do shit they wouldn't otherwise."

"Oh, I am well aware of that."

Alastor's eyes were on you, and your gaze dropped down to the keys, your ears twitching nervously. Husk gave the radio demon a wary look, then looked back at you, and then at the both of you again, his brows knitting together, clearly wondering what that was about.

"Hey, uh, Imma grab a drink, oil the old pipes before dinner, yo' know? This was fun, kiddo... Thanks." he said, put the instrument into it's case and hopped off the stage. Without another word he scurried away and out the door.

"Seems you have another resident wrapped around your little finger." Alastor's voice was right behind you as you fiddled with the music stand.

"I wouldn't say that. I just showed him that he had other talents than mixing drinks and sleeping upright.", you said gingerly, placing your hands in your lap. "But I'm glad you heard us. What do you think?", you asked, turning to look at him, a slight blush on your cheeks. He didn't move away from his close position, and the proximity made your tail sway.

Alastor leaned down to reply, again with that glint of hunger in his eyes, his face so dangerously close to yours, so easy to close the small distance between your...

"Husk said she's in there, oh, she'll be so happy! (Y/n)! You have a visitor!", Charlie burst through the doors with more than her usual enthusiasm, the glass in the wing doors chiming from the impact. Behind her, Dante trailed alongside Vaggie and a very pleased looking Angel. Alastor straightened, took a small, unimpressed step back and faced the intrusion, all traces of his former state erased with perfect timing and a subtle sigh of annoyance, leaving you confused and blinking in bewilderment.

You, however, were visibly flushed and taken off guard and Angel, curse that mischievous idiot, cocked a single eyebrow suggestively at you, an angelic smirk on his lips and wiggling his own eyebrows up and down at you behind Charlie, Vaggie and Dante. He would have no chance of survival if looks could kill.

Dante's smile grew wide when he caught your eyes. He was dressed more informal than last time, more like his old self - a simple, tight-fitting white shirt under a sandy brown, heavy-knitted cardigan and light blue jeans.

"I finally finished my gig at Mimzy's yesterday night and thought I'd swing by. Wasn't sure whether your invitation still stood..." He put his hands into his pockets, smile and stance awkward. "But I really wanted to see you again, munchkin."

The harsh and loud sound of feedback cut your answer off. Heads turned, and Angel stifled a snicker and Charlie and Vaggie stared at Alastor, who looked innocently into the distance, grin wide and stiff, his hands hidden behind his back. You however, ignoring the increasing static attacking your back, jumped up from the bench and hurried down the stage.

"Of course the invitation stands. I'm glad you came, Dante."

Charlie took your hands, hopping up and down on her feet as she spoke. "I've already shown him around the hotel! He told me his amazing story of being reunited with you after all this time, it's so nice to meet a friend of yours, (Y/n)!" Charlie beamed at the nightingale, “He's such a nice guy!”

"Yeah, Rocky, where have you been hidin' this hunk A' feathers? And here I was thinkin' 'ya didn't have any hot friends besides me. Guess you have a few skeletons in 'ya closet afterall, eh?" Angel grinned, appreciatively eyeing Dante's backside.

"Alright, let's cool the sexual harassment down, he's only just arrived." Vaggie said unnerved, already pushing the smirking spider out the double doors. "I'm sure they have a lot of catching up to do, how about we give them a few minutes? Dinner in half an hour?" Charlie nodded, following her girlfriend's lead. "You two take your time, we'll be in the kitchen!" She gave Alastor, who hadn't moved at all, a slightly challenging look.

His red eyes snapped to Charlie, the static snapping into a calm hum. "Ah, yes, of course, let's leave those two to reminisce about the good old days." His laugh seemed a little bit forced, but his movements were smooth as he passed you, and stopped just briefly enough to brush your lower back, his eyes fixed on the unsuspecting nightingale. "Do stay for dinner, Dante. Our lovely Niffty does make a fantastic roast chicken , when she get her hands on the right ingredients ." His words, although nice, were sublimely laced with an underlying threat. Something that flew right over both Charlie's and Dante's head, apparently.

Your friend gave Alastor an almost blinding smile. "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Alastor, that's mighty kind of you."

Charlie's smile was strained, her eyes flickering back and forth between the three of you, and she gave you an apologetic shrug as Alastor turned on his heels and strutted out the door, hurrying after him. You watched the doors closed with a loud thud, shaking your head at the passive-aggressiveness Alastor showed Dante for apparently simply existing.

“Man, everyone's so nice here.” Dante smiled innocently. Oh Satan. Ignorance truly is bliss.

“Yeah, they are... well-meaning.”, you compromise, fidgeting with the ruffles of your blouse. You looked at your friend, not knowing where to begin the conversation you wanted to have the moment you realized who he was. Dante watched your fingers picking at the delicate fabric, his smile turning into a sad, crooked line.

“Come on, ask, I know you want to.”

You swallowed hard.

"What happened, Danny?” His eyes dropped at the long forgotten nickname. “One day, we were out buying a gift for your mom's birthday, and a week later, I get a call that...”, your voice broke, and you blinked tears away. Dante took a step towards you and grabbed your hands.

"I know, munchkin, I know. I'm so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am." He sighed, his breath trembling. “I told them when I was at mamma's house, one day after her birthday. I came out. I thought I was ready, they were ready. But they weren't.”

He turned his back to you, a hand brushed nervously trough his hair, combing back his quiff. “They... well, papa was furious, mamma cried and screamed. I... They told me I'm a disgrace, that I was... sick, and needed to get help. I wasn't allowed to come back to the academy, they wanted to send me to a conversion camp, to... cure me."

You reached out to him, but he began to move, walking back and forth while gesturing nervously. "When I said I didn't want that, that I can't try to be someone I'm not, that I didn't want to pretend and lie to my family anymore... they threw me out. They said.... that I wasn't their son anymore. That I was dead to them. I felt... trapped, and scared, and like a mistake. And then, I stood at that bridge, and I just..."

Dante's shoulders shook, his hand buried in his hair, he sobbed loudly and his voice was raw with emotion.

"Danny...", you whispered, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You hugged him tightly, and he turned to return the embrace. He held you closely, crying quietly into the crook of your neck. "I'm so sorry, Danny. So, so sorry."

You stood there for a while, the nightingale's sniffles and your gentle hushing the only sound in the empty room. Then, he pulled away from you, and wiped his wet cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me?", you asked, a rogue tear rolling down your cheek. "I would've helped you, I would've been there for you."

Dante smiled sadly at you. "I know. But you had already so much on your plate. Your mom, and your jobs, and your own depression. I couldn't be another burden on your shoulders, you were already close to drowning, munchkin."

You felt awful. Guilty. Devastated. You felt a deep, unrelenting sadness for your friend, for what he had been through, and what he had done because of it. And you were angry, for not being there, not seeing the signs, not saving him from the people who were supposed to love him, but didn't.

Dante gently put his fingers on your cheek, wiping away the stray tear. "Do you remember when I came out to you? Second year, just after our songwriting workshop. I was so scared, I didn't know what would happen, what you'd say. But you accepted me, accepted everything, the way I am." He took your hand and lead you up to the piano again. “The day after, you took me to see LaLaLand.” he chuckled, pulling you onto the bench beside him. “It was the first time I went with a girl to the movies without her thinking it would end in the sheets.”

You chuckled too, weakly. “You cried the whole ride back, I remember.”

"A man has the right to be sad if Ryan Gosling is singing. Those are the rules." he nudged your shoulder, his playful tone returning. Then, he looked at the keys, his left hand tenderly placing itself on the lower half of the piano. "That night, we promised we'd be always there for each other... I'm sorry I broke that promise. ♫

The notes were blunt, but full of melancholy. Dante was never a piano player, but he was so obsessed with this song, you had taught him the left hand in countless nights on his keyboard at home, while full on take-out pasta and cheap Ginger Ale. He started singing, unsure and out of practice, but still as beautiful as you remembered his voice to be. Any faint sound, was it statc?, drowned out by his tender notes.

♫City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars There's so much that I can't see♫

Your right hand moved on it's own to the higher keys, joining his and completing the melody.

♫Who knows? I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you.♫

Your voice felt thick and course, but you smiled when you started to sing, and heard him breathe a small sigh of relief. As if he feared you wouldn't join in, leaving him alone. As if you could ever do that.

♫That now our dreams They've finally come true City of stars Just one thing everybody wants There in the bars And through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants♫

Dante nudged your side with his elbow, something he always used to do to make you miss a note or two, and while singing, you couldn't help but join his chuckle. Your hands moved in wonderful unison, completing each others lack of confidence. Like two pieces of an old puzzle, reunited in a beat-up cardboard box, suddenly falling into place and fitting perfectly again.

♫It's love Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else

A rush A glance A touch A dance♫

You looked at each other, coaxing the opposite into a grin, while your fingers grew steadier and in self-confidence in pressing down on the keys.

♫A look in somebody's eyes To light up the skies To open the world and send it reeling A voice that says, I'll be here And you'll be alright♫

Dante swayed side to side, his face playful and challenging, and you took the challenge, straightening your back and took on an almost arrogant pose, accentuating the higher notes you played with a smug expression, earning his signature amused huff.

♫I don't care if I know Just where I will go 'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling A rat-tat-tat of my heart Think I want it to stay♫

His gaze fell back to the whites and blacks of the piano, the corners of his lips falling down again, and he looked forlorn, as if deep in contemplation. You watched him silently, wondering, if he didn't decide to end his life, if he still would've ended up here, in hell.

♫City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars♫

You leaned your head on his shoulders, closing your eyes. No, you decided. He wouldn't have.

♫You never shined so brightly...♫

Both of your hands rested on the last set of keys. For a moment, none of you spoke, moved or breathed. The last tunes faded into the empty, lowly humming hall and Dante's head finally fell against yours, his cheek warm in your hair.

"Stay. Here at the hotel."

You opened your eyes and looked into his, smiling earnestly. He looked at you, a bit taken aback, but said nothing.

"Charlie and the others are nice people. They'll love you, and they would accept you just as I did. And if, by any chance and miracle, redemption really is possible, then I know you'd be the first one to archive it, Danny."

"Do you really think I could?", he asked, a hopeful light in his eyes.

"I absolutely believe you could. And no matter what happens, I'd be there for you. Just like we promised."

The nightingales hand slid off the keys, and softly cupped yours, before closing over it completely, engulfing in a warm grasp.

"Just like we promised." he said, determination in his voice.

You opened the doors, still laughing when you ran against something red and solid. Alastor stood rigidly in front of you both, almost glowing in the darkness of the corridor. His toothy smile was menacing, dark swirls of his shadows danced along the walls. Oh-oh.

"Ah, what wonderful timing!”, he said overly joyous, a straight indication of his aggravation. “Husker and Niffty are just dying to meet our visitor."

"Actually", Dante interrupted cheerfully, stupidly wrapping an arm around your shoulders in an unconscious effort to be obliterated, "(Y/n) here convinced me to stay, so... I guess I'll ask princess Charlie to become a permanent resident here!"

Please, please, please, ground, you pleaded, swallow me whole.

Alastor's eyes twitched, and the corners of his lips pulled higher than you've ever seen them.

"My, aren't that news that'll ruffle some feathers?", he pressed through his teeth, a malevolent static laced around his voice. "Why don't you hurry to the kitchen and tell her, my good fellow? Me and this darling kitten will join you shortly, there's some urgent business we have to take care of. Don't wait for us to start enjoying dinner."

"Sure thing, Mr. Alastor!", the nightingale chirped, blissfully ignorant, and made his way down the corridor. "I'll tell them the good news and save you a seat, munchkin!"

Alastor's claws grabbed your shoulder as he followed your friends silhouette disappearing into the foyer, before he pulled you towards him, taking your wrist hostage. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but his shadows were faster, enveloping you in an instant.

His hand were still clamped down on your wrist when the shadowtravel ended abruptly, and your feet fell into damp, soft ground. You blinked confused, head dizzy from the unexpected transportation. Alastor finally let go, and you almost fell backwards into the softness surrounding you. Around you were tall reeds and grasses, that lined the edges of shimmering bodies of shallow waters, like a swamp, rustling softly in an explainable breeze. There was a whisper of crickets in the air, and the dim illumination of a pale-blueish moon above your head, hidden by thick, almost indigo colored leaves of cypress trees.

"I do have to say, my dear, I am surprised,", Alastor stated, his voice betraying his fake, lighthearted smile – he sounded utterly enraged. "I did not take you for the type who would so blatantly throw oneself at the next best tail. Especially not since the right to your body isn't yours to give."

"Wh- What are you talking about?" You stuttered, taken aback. If he intended to make you blush, he hit his mark, but with your confusion, his choice of words was even more questionable, as was his accusation. For a moment, you were baffled. Blinking slowly, his words echoed in your mind. Was he suggesting that...

"I think it's high time I remind you that your body, soul, mind and heart, belong to me.", Alastor took one long step, until your shoes almost touched, and his body loomed over yours. "Undress."

Oh god, yes. Your eyes widened, your mind catching on fire. Your hands instinctively went to the buttons of your blouse, like a natural response to his order ingrained in every fiber. His stare was all consuming, he was literally pouring with possessiveness and - dare you say - jealous energy, and it drove you insane. As unhealthy as it very possibly was, you felt almost power drunk at the thought of Alastor - THE Radio Demon - enacting on jealous rage just because he saw you touch or talk to somebody else- not to mention your very gay best friend. He wants us. But that was the crux, wasn't it? Was he reacting to his, or just your feelings? You had been so full of emotion after speaking with Dante, maybe this reaction of him was - once again - your doing. No, please no. Let him want us.

The whining, wanton voices in your mind made your head impossibly fuzzy, but at the same time, adrenaline spiked your heart rate, flooding your brain with excitement and yearning.

"Alastor... um, maybe my emotions, I mean... my powers are a bit confusing right now?", you started to ramble, trying to regain the little clarity you had left.

"Frankly, darling, I really don't care about whether it's your silly power or not. ʊռɖʀɛֆֆ.”

The amount of intensity that backed his voice made you tremble so hard it had to be registered on the Richter scale. You stopped, hesitated a moment longer - not because you didn't want to obey him, not in the slightest, but because you were overwhelmed by your own, visceral reactions -, but your hands kept popping the buttons, until the collar fell open.

He watched with such voracious intent as your trembling fingers opened the next few, gradually exposing the upper curve of your breasts. His eyes didn't miss any detail, as you finished unbuttoning it. You lifted it from the waistband of your pants and slipped the thin fabric off your shoulders, and he only stepped in closer to you when it fluttered to the floor.

Your skin already glowed faintly, an effervescent mist hovering over it in the strange ambiance around you, pink against teal. Your own heat collided with the cool air of the bayou as you stepped out of your pants, kicking off your shoes in the process - the last barrier only your flimsy, plain black underwear. It felt dangerous, exhilarating, you felt vulnerable and at the same time strangely powerful, and the surge of those two conflicting emotions electrified you.

Alastor's gaze hungrily traveled from the soft expanse of your exposed throat, down the thin curve of your sternum, stopping at your chest before it was shielded by the thin fabric of your bra. The short journey ended when his eyes focused on the crook of your neck again,

"Go on, little gem, you're almost there.", he crooned, tilting his head with a wicked expression when you reached for the clasp of your bra. Your heart made a salto montale.

"Take. It. Off."

The snap of the clasp echoed the flutter of your heart as the cloth fell over your arms onto the ground. You stood shivering, breathless, his starved look making every nerve in you jump. Your nipples hardened as the coolness hit them, goosebumps littered your skin, but it was obvious that you weren't shaking because of the cold. He drank you in, his ears flicked shortly - a brief, subconscious gesture of amusement and satisfaction at your unyielding compliance and the instant reaction your body displayed as a consequence of it. With an agonizing finality, you slipped your fingers under the straps of your panties, and pushed them down, letting them join the mess of fabrics under your feet.

He looked at you as you were something only meant for his eyes, like a masterpiece that had been hidden from the public by a passionate collector. Something he would have wrapped in silk and kept in darkness until he decided to unveil it in the right circumstances, making it only his own to adore - and covet.

He moved, slowly, stepping around your now exposed and vulnerable body. He circled you like a shark, unraveling your frame inch by inch as he walked in an unapologetic, predatory rhythm, savoring every crevasse, every plane that made you up, enjoying every moment of you yielding your bare body to him, your tail whipping around your thighs in nervous swishes.

He reached out with an impish smile, his fingers glided through the soft fur of your tail, letting you twitch and whine at the teasing pull on it.

"I'll make it perfectly clear, kitten, so you won't make this foolish mistake again." Alastor pushed you down, and you fell back with a small cry into the softness of moss and soil. You wanted to say something, but before you even had a chance of uttering anything remotely intelligible, he had thrown off his overcoat and rolled up his sleeves, revealing blackened fingers and hands fading into light gray, not unlike your own skin color before his shirt concealed what looked like soft, thin traces of red fur.

His claws dug into your thighs, spreading them with absolute ease - as if you had a chance of resisting - and knelt in between them, fixated on your painfully throbbing, exposed wetness. You arched at the sharp feeling of his nails piercing into your soft flesh, mind numb from the lack of oxygen as you forgot to breathe entirely.

"This..." he leaned in and dragged his tongue flat through your folds, flicking the sensitive bud above in the process - just briefly and shallow enough for the sensations to register before they ebbed again. Your gasp was as loud as it was shattering, drawing the last reserves of your fleeting air out of your lungs.

"...belongs..." once more he dragged, dipping his tongue deeper this time, before flicking out the pointed tip playfully, leaving you a whimpering mess, and shifted his hands towards your knees - opening you almost criminally wide. He hummed in deep satisfaction, harmonizing with the whispering sounds of the waters and the crickets, the vibrations traveling like a landline right from his mouth into your deepest core.

"...only..." This time, he let the very tip of his tongue swipe the tip of your pearl, again and again, an addicting and wickedly slow pace. Alastor's claws left the spot behind your knees, finding new interest on the lower halves of your belly and chest, scratching almost harshly from your rib cage, down towards your public bone. His nails left tiny trails of redness behind - like writing poetry on your body with your own blood.

"...to..." he smiled menacingly at your whimpering, panting self, your mind addled, your eyes already shimmering through the wildest shades of the color wheel.

"...ME." His unholy mouth closed fully around your clit. Your moans became frantic when he started to suction the already raw spot in perfect, overwhelming pressure and coaxed his tongue, round after round and in slow, sinful pace, over it. You cried out his name, hands flying foolishly into his hair, finding enlarged antlers and gripping onto them like you'd drown without them, desperate for purchase, desperate to hold onto something. He let you, and intensified his ministrations, feeling your mind-breaking build in delight.

You came - oh, how you came - with an urgency and intensity that stole your breath away - yet he relentlessly licked you through it, not relenting in pace or pressure - keeping you on this devastating and haunting edge, drinking every last drop with such hungry need as if it were water and he was dying in a desert. When he finally relented, you fell back exhausted, panting, shaking, sweating. Alastor pushed your hands softly from his antlers, releasing them from your grasp. He was towering over you now, your trembling legs falling on either side of his, completely open - bare, utterly spent and limp. His eyes were on yours, ravenous, his mouth glistening wet from your juices. With his lips curled in a merciless smile, he watched you writhe under the aftershocks, and it only added another tingling sensation on top of them - making you moan and shiver even more, so vulnerable under his gaze alone.

"Did the message come across now, kitten?"

"Perfectly.“, you whispered, still spent from your orgasm. He brushed your disheveled locks tenderly and reached out with his claw, teasing your lower lip with its pointy, razor-sharp tip. A rogue drip of blood escaped your mouth as he cut it, he caught it and licked it off his finger, closing his eyes and letting a gratifying hum escape his throat.

The gang was halfway through dinner when you and Alastor appeared. A snap of his fingers had restored your disheveled physical state, yet it was you who bore the consequences mentally - forcing yourself into a neutral, innocent expression after what happend proved impossibly hard. Half of the table eyed you with suspicion as you made your apologies and sat down - Angel winked, Husk simply raised a brow, Vaggie crossed her arms in disapproval. The other half - Charlie, Niffty and Dante - however smiled happily, the nightingale unaware and innocently patting the empty chair next to him encouragingly. He had, indeed, saved you a seat.

Charlie stood up almost jovially, welcoming a new potential sinner and resident of the Hazbin Hotel now that everyone was present.

"So, let's try and give Dante the best possible welcome to our family!", she chimed, raising her glass to a toast. Dante smiled his usual boyish smile as the others - with the exeption of Alastor, who observed your friend with quiet distaste - joined their glasses to cheer.

"Hear, hear!", Angel grinned, leaning over to Dante with a sly look, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his glass. "Are ya roomed yet, birdie boy? If not, why don't 'ya crash with me? I got a big... bed.", he offered seductively, giving the nightingale a full-on flirty look. Throughout the following groans, indignant huffs and amused giggles, Dante laughed heartily.

"I don't think that would be the best idea, I wouldn't want to tempt you.", he gave the e flamboyant spider a good natured wink, completely unfazed by the other's shameless advances. Angel huffed dramatically, resting his elbows on the table and cupping his chin in his hands, batting his long lashes at him.

"The offer still stands, Tweety, I like the challenge of turning a straight guy around."

Dante gave you a quick glance, nodding slightly and took a small breath. "Well, then you need to look for one.”

The spider leaned back, a curious tilt of the head while Charlie gave a confused smile and looked between them. "I... beg your pardon?"

You gave your old friend a small, encouraging smile, and put your hand softly on his arm while you avoided looking at Alastor as to not burst out in laughter for what was about to happen.

"I said, 'you need to look for one', because I'm gay.", he said bluntly, smile nervous but genuine. “Munchkin told me you'd be okay with that... I am kind of closeted, she's the only one who knew until now.”

Radio silence hung for a few seconds. Then Charlie jumped up quickly and almost threw herself over the table, a squeak of happiness as her arms encircled Dante's neck in an awkward hug, almost making him fall from his chair. “OH MY GOSH! Of course we're okay with that, I'm so honored, so proud of you to tell us!”

He patted her arm with a bright laugh, as the table erupted in surprised and happy chatter. Vaggie rubbed her temple, sighing in loving disbelief at her girlfriend's dramatic outburst. Husk didn't bat an eye, going back to his meal, but was smirking openly and raised his glass to Dante's statement. Niffty clapped cheerfully, while Angel applauded loudly, catcalling and hollering lewd praises.

You dared to look at Alastor, and the sight was worth everything: the Radio Demon looked shocked. Actually, he looked as close to 'being dumbfounded' as he'd ever get, with the biggest 'what-just-happened-expression' plastered across his face and irritated static popping all around him. When he regained his composure, he smoothed his tie and searched for your eyes. With the rest of the group distracted by congratulating Dante, no one noticed Alastor mouthing at you a single word:

"Touché."

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IN WHICH ... DEEPDIVE passes the phone.

FEATURING ... DEEPDIVE ENSEMBLE

TRIGGER WARNINGS + WRITERS NOTE ... Just some cursing and mentions of sex, suicide, and death in a joking matter! Inspired by that silly Tiktok trend from a while ago. This is like the sequel to the VENUS one I did a few days ago!

"I'm passing the phone to the guy who got our first dorm infested with bed bugs," Jacob starts, a collective series of groans being heard from behind the camera.

Woojin's lips form a line when he's handed the camera, blinking at his own reflection as the boys around him jeer at his expense. "Everyone should know, I apologized profusely for that!" Woojin defends himself before chuckling.

"Okay, I'm passing the phone to the most ran-through member of the team," Woojin decides with a nod.

Finn smiles softly at the camera, blinking blankly a few times before nodding. "Okay, well, I'm passing the phone to the guy who lost half his discography to a group he hates."

Noah bites the inside of his cheek when he's handed the phone, looking off-camera as the room fills with laughter. He sighs dramatically, eyes widening and head bobbling as he thinks of what to say. "I'm passing the phone to the guy who's caught chlamydia twice."

"Twice?" Kiwoo can be heard shouting off screen when Blue takes the camera, the tips of his ears turning red as he bites his bottom lip, nodding slowly.

"Alright, I'm passing the phone to someone with a dead dad." Blue says, causing a chorus of shouts and laughs to fill the room.

Finn and Noah are on screen, laughing hysterically to the point there's tears in Finn's eyes. "We don't know who he's talking about," Finn says between laughs, his head resting on Noah's as they nearly double over into the camera.

The video cuts and it's just Noah in frame, clearing his throat as a few chuckles leave his lips. "I'm–" Finn's laughter off-screen cuts him off, causing Noah to laugh so hard his eyes turn into crescent moons.

"I'm passing the phone to the person who was a flop longer than all of us," Noah finally gets out between laughs.

Jisung smiles at the camera, tilting his head at his reflection. The boys can be heard laughing around him but he keeps a cool and calm demeanor. "I'm passing the phone to the best singer on the team," Jisung says simply, not fully grasping the game.

Kiwoo is beaming when he's given the phone, his hand over his heart. "Aw!" Kiwoo coos. Someone off screen could be heard mocking him, making him side eye whoever it was before looking back at the camera.

"I'm passing the phone to someone who's mom didn't want him."

Jacob stares blankly at the camera, not happy this is his first appearance. He looks around at the quiet chuckles around him before nodding slowly. "I'm passing the phone to someone who's dad didn't want him," Jacob says, mimicking Kiwoo's diction and tone of voice.

Jisung blinks a few times at the camera, laughing through his nose as he tries to bite back his actual laughter. "Um...Fuck," He laughs looking to whoever stood beside him. The video cuts back to him with himself collected, still chuckling quietly.

"I'm passing the phone to most attractive member on the team." He pauses, keeping the camera on himself. A wave of laughter fills the room at his joke, making Jisung crack a smile before cutting the video. "Anyways, I'm passing the phone to the guy who thought a girl would appreciate him writing the lyrics "slow it down, making it bouncy," about her."

Finn doesn't look proud when the video cuts to him, nodding slowly in shame. "Um...Damn, wait–" Finn covers his mouth so the camera can't catch him smiling as he tries to collect himself. "I'm passing the phone to the guy who lost his virginity in a hotel bathroom." Finn decides, giving the camera a thumbs up.

Kiwoo scratches the back of his head when he's given the phone, glaring off camera when he hears someone laugh at him. "I'm passing the phone to the guy who was two steps away from making an OnlyFans because his Twitch channel was dying."

Woojin laughs at himself when he's on camera, putting his hands up. "Guilty! Oh no!" He mocks, laughing at himself as he does so. "I'm passing the phone to the guy who we let produce a title track because we were scared if we told him no he'd try and kill himself again."

Jacob looks tired of this game. "I'm passing the phone to the phone to the guy who literally has a photocard collection of himself."

Blue almost looks proud, nodding at himself on screen. "I'm passing the phone to the member that was rigged in!"

Noah looks around confused when he's given the phone, laughing alongside his groupmates even though he doesn't fully get it. "Was I rigged in?" Noah asks Jisung quietly. The leader looks at the camera and then at Noah, taking the phone from him with a nod.

"And I'm ending the game!" Jisung announces as the video abruptly ends.

[olderthannetfic]

Been thinking about daring to try to get into vidding (but I have zero knowledge about video editing lol) and wondered if there are ship manifestos that are in fanvid-form, so to say. Am shocked that there are only six on AO3. Though I guess it may have to do with videos being taken down because of copyright stuff?

(One of them was by you by the way if I'm not mistaken, ha! And now I want to watch Veritas: The Quest. Your video got me interested.^^)

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Haha. I was going to say!

Veritas is a fun dumb time. It makes me sad that they never released properly. (And yes, my love of baaaaaad "archaeology" canons full of magical woo and tomb raiding goes way back. Also my love of fake death and fake betrayal plots.)

AO3 is only moderately popular for fanvids, and mostly in a very specific community of people who send vids to the small-scale fancons—the sorts of people who founded OTW and who were vidding on Livejournal. (It won't be because of takedowns. The AO3 work would still be there, just with a dead embed.) That lack of popularity overall is part of why you don't see so many video manifestos, but I think it's more a terminology thing:

I think it's rare for vidders to call their vids "manifestos". I don't think of that one video as a vid that is a manifesto: I think of it as a vid I made to include in a manifesto. Instead, we tend to call them "pimp vids", but you don't tag with that because it's presumptuous. It's something you say retroactively about other people's vids or that you tell a vid beta you're aiming for. You don't get to decide if your vid successfully pimps people in any more than you get a say in whether you go viral, you know?

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There's a weekly vidders' zoom run by DC Slash (one of the tiny slash cons), and we just had a week where we brought in vids that got us into fandoms. A lot of other people's were ancient, blurry VCR transfers because they've been at this a lot longer than I have, but I can show you some of the vids that have gotten me into fandoms:

Killa's Haven vid Soldier annoyed me so much. What is that one brief flash of a scene? Did that dude die? It's not that sad a vid though? What the hell? So I had to watch just to find out. (Yes, he died. But he got better. Because Haven.)

The fact that I know and like Killa didn't hurt, but it's not like I loved the vid itself: a lot of it was my sheer annoyance at that one shot.

Of course, then, I made my own Haven vid, Captain Kidd, that was supposed to be an angry deep dive into show lore and how the other sanctimonious, fake-moral but actually pretty useless characters were treating my blorbo. (This is a theme with me, it appears.) It was not even 1% supposed to be a pimp vid...

To date, this is by far my most successful pimp vid, luring a whole bunch of people into the show just in time for it to massively jump the shark. (Damn it.) I've never even seen the ending.

More recently, akiv's Beyond Evil vid I'm a Ruler made me fall hard for Beyond Evil. Imagine my shock when what looked like a relatively normal buddy cop series starts with one of them secretly investigating the other as a serial killer. It was so much more intense and fucked up than I realized! Yessss.

After bouncing hard off of DMBJ, it was this Youtube vid Hei Ye falling for the Thorny Flower that got me intrigued again. The tone is so obvious and the dynamic is so clear, which really helped me get interested in a franchise that's often pretty hard to follow plot-wise.

I admit I never actually watched canon, but this Mr. Queen vid by Mozzaphne made me go look up a plot summary so I could read all of the fic. Lots of youtube vidders overuse show dialogue and mix it horribly over songs, but this one was really well done and adds a lot to your understanding of the character dynamics.

I don't think my foray into Detroit: Become Human was entirely because of a single vid, but Figure 8 by Dirty Mind Gene definitely helped. I knew it was a video game with robots. Nobody fucking told me it was a Caves of Steel ripoff with a jaded cop getting his mojo back via getting to know his robot partner.

I of course then went and made one with all of the zillions of deaths in the game because I love that shit. This apparently also got at least one person into the fandom.

Another vid a different person mentioned pimping them into a fandom was Lola's Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty vid ME!

It's a fabulous vid, and it's a fantastic illustration of how the central (canon) ship is supposed to read. Sadly, my personal opinion of the show is that Tang Fan is a perpetual victim and piece of shit who puts his own shallow grasp of morality and his personal feelings over the greater good, often getting characters killed unnecessarily. (I hear this is largely due to some questionable adaptation choices where they swapped who's the hothead and who's the one cleaning up messes.)

I've noticed that fluffy bunnies who watch the show tend to think Tang Fan is ~nice~ because he spouts modern morality instead of a selfish little bitch because he refuses to face the reality of the setting he's in and find the best real world solution instead of holding out for an ideal he'll never attain and thus making everything ten times worse. It reminds me forcibly of tumblr wank where people see themselves as these great moral leaders but lack all grasp of nuance. Their sensitivity extends only to their own feelings.

Yes, Sleuth left me with a lot of rage...

How dare the writing pretend like Tang Fan is the moral arbiter of anything, when my own personal fave, whom half the cast thinks is a villain, is constantly cleaning up after him, trying to keep the body count low, trying to maintain order as everybody else flies out of control...

And then the show made it all better by tormenting Tang Fan in the iddiest way possible. Ohohoho. It's not just that he gets his face rubbed in his own inadequacy and inability to save people. It's the ridiculously over-the-top flashback to "You're my only friend" right in the middle of the death scene. Way to twist the knife!

I, of course, have made my own vid for this fandom, Tiny, Pretty & Angry, and it is absolutely a manifesto, just not a ship one. It's a manifesto about how Wang Zhi is not only the most competent, but also the actual moral center of everything and fuck all of y'all if you don't agree.

In fact, there's probably another reason we don't call them manifestos:

In the oldschool Media Fandom vidding traditions, most vids are video essays and manifestos, really. That's a lot of the point of the aesthetic: making an argument. Partly due to technological limitations and partly due to vidding being innovated by slashers who were constantly challenged about their ships, the pretty visual spectacle styles so common in AMVs and currently on Youtube were largely absent. Meta argument was everything. That's the default.

Here's another one of mine that's pretty explicitly a fuck you to how most people in Untamed fandom see Wen Ning.

[rayewritesfantasy]

15 Questions

Thank you @thewriteflame for tagging me, sorry I didn't get this done sooner.

For this I have decided to make two separate posts, each focusing on one of the two main characters from Sea of Stars.

This will be the Juliet version, and I'll do Tynan afterwards.

Additional note: The Social Butterfly is a fictional blog which Juliet's sister subscribes to within Sea Of Stars. I thought it would be fun for Juliet and Tynan to appear as interview subjects on there after the events of the story.

...

The woman who walks in to the study room I rented in Edinburgh Central Library is somebody who has appeared on countless news articles, talk shows and interviews since the news of the so-called Hidden World of myths, monsters and magic became a known part of what everybody thought was just a mundane world with jobs and taxes and worrying about putting food on the table.

She smiles and waves at me, like we're old friends instead of merely strangers meeting for the first time after a few emails and a quick video chat to co-ordinate this interview. She walks with purpose and I rise to shake her hand as soon as she gets within range. Her grip is firm, palms slightly rough and I note the dirt beneath her thumb nails.

Juliet Northwood is magnetic in the way she holds your gaze. Wavy chestnut hair, tied half off her face, eyes that seem to gleam golden in the sunlight streaming in, and an almost imperceptible smattering of freckles across her nose. A feature I never noticed in all my research for The Social Butterfly, a popular student blog run by myself and three others.

Our readers submit the questions when we announce our next guest.

"Beautiful weather, isn't it?" She asks as she adjusts her floaty skirt into the chair.

"Yes, unseasonably warm as well." I agree as I find a blank page in my notebook.

"Shall we just begin?" She asks, a touch of awkwardness in her smile as she plays with her right sleeve.

"Oh, of course. If there's anything at all you don't feel comfortable answering, you just let me know and we'll move on."

She nods as I click my pen.

Are you named after anyone?

She smiles, leaning forward on her hands, "Oh, not anybody real! My brother chose my name because he likes Shakespeare. He intended it to be spelled the French way. J-U-L-I-E-T-T-E. But my father, who actually filed my birth certificate spelled it without the extra T-E."

I nod my acknowledgement as I scribble the answer down.

When was the last time you cried?

That seems to strike her as funny because she chuckles, tucking an escaping strand of hair back behind her ear. "Last night. I was watching The Longest Ride with my husband. Got to the part where Ira passes away and wept like a baby. These kinds of film always get to me."

Do you have kids?

Her fingers tighten just a little where they've come to rest on the table. "No. I can't have them."

The answer is direct and I take the unspoken direction to move on.

Do you use sarcasm?

She grins at that, all awkwardness from my last question gone.

"No, I would never. Why would you think that?"

The tone drips with sarcasm and I can't help but snort with amusement.

Fair enough.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

She sits back, considering it as she sips the coffee placed in front of her. "Usually I notice their expression. If they're smiling or frowning. If they look tired. It helps to know what kind of person you're going to end up talking with and how you should proceed, no?"

I have the sudden urge to ask what exactly she gathered from my face when we first had a chat on a video call three days ago, a precaution on her part, so she would know who to look out for today.

But I'm being paid to interview her for a new section aimed at curious young people who want to know more about the witch who possibly saved the world. And such questions aren't going to earn my pay.

What's your eye colour?

She blinks as though taken aback, "Um, I think they're hazel? Tynan says so anyway."

She leans forward, widening them so I can see.

"Oh yeah, hazel. But they have gold around the iris. That's really cool." I tell her, hoping it isn't weird to say so.

She nods, "Yours are pretty too!"

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings, always. Life has enough drama without movies being dismal too, don't you think?"

I laugh at how earnestly she says it, but assure her that I do totally agree.

Any special talents?

"Aside from the obvious?"

I nod, hoping that we won't be thrown out for a display of magic inside a library.

"Oh! I'm a good baker. I make bread and sweet treats as gifts for everybody I know. Nobody has complained yet."

Where were you born?

"France. Just outside Marceille. A neighbour helped my mother through labour."

Well, that raises some questions that she never signed up to answer. But I stick with the ones I have written down.

What are your hobbies?

She has an almost childish glee at this one, "I love gardening. I was repotting herbs before I came here this morning. I mentioned the baking already, so there's that.

That explains the soil under her nails.

"And I scrapbook. I find it really helpful to gather my thoughts at the end of the day, and it's nice to make little memories of the nice things. I also love fiction and crossword puzzles. All kinds of cozy things really."

Have you got any pets?

She gives me a smile like she's letting me in on some great joke, "No, but I do have my husband."

Ah yes, the infamous Tynan. He has been known to do some unusual things when he gets bored of being interviewed. I'm mildly concerned what he has planned when I talk to him after we get done here.

What sports do you play/have you played?

"I used to play tennis against my best friend when we would holiday with her grandparents in Cornwall. It was always fun, even though she always won. Does hiking count? I do a lot of walking around Scotland. Just seeing the sights, you know?"

How tall are you?

She shrugs, "5 foot 7. Just a few inches above average. I wouldn't want to be taller or shorter though. This is a comfortable size to hug people."

Favourite subject in school?

"Ah, well I didn't go to a conventional school, but when I went to lessons at the campsites, I always loved astronomy and literature the best. The stars have so many secrets and writers have a magic all of their own. Both are wonderful things."

Dream job?

She ponders it for so long that I think she expects me to move on, even though this is the last question.

"I think I'd like to be a gardener. I could sell my little seedlings and plants. And maybe even make different things for holidays. It would be nice." She decides at last.

I smile at her as I finish writing my notes. "Well, that was all of the readers questions. Thank you for doing this."

She waves an elegant hand, "No need to thank me. It was fun. The questions were unexpected. Thank you for having me."

"Any advice on my impending interview with your husband?" I ask in what I hope is a joking tone.

She sobers a little, her smile just a little tighter. "Do not thank him. You don't want him thinking you might owe him something. He swore to me he'd behave, but don't risk it, okay?"

A little daunted, I accept her hug and watch her wave as she walks back towards the door.

Thanks for reading, hope this was as enjoyable to read as it was to write. I'm looking forward to doing the Tynan one now.

Tynan version here:

[ms-demeanor]

So a bathroom at my dad's house had some superficial damage to the walls and door, and I can't really afford to fix it right now but I don't want to look at the holes and such. So I looked up "DIY Spackle" and patched the smaller holes with what is, essentially, play-doh. That took care of some of the problem, but then I looked at how much doors cost and I was like 'fuck that' and looked up how much wallpaper costs, because I figure we'll replace it eventually but in the mean time I can at least literally paper over the problem.

So I was looking through various peel-and-stick wallpaper options and found a few patterns I liked but wallpaper is actually kind of expensive too. I settled on a few fairly affordable options, then asked Large Bastard to help me pick out a pattern. I was pleasantly surprised when he immediately decided he liked the cheapest pattern, so I ordered it.

Well, Large Bastard had to go out of town for a week so I was at the house by myself and I started putting up the wallpaper. Putting up peel-and-stick wallpaper appears to kind of be a two-person job, so I didn't do a great job of it, especially because the walls I was putting it on were kind of wonky shapes, so the pattern isn't perfectly matched and in some places I had to cut out 'stickers' of wallpaper to cover places where there was a bad overlap. It took a few hours, but I basically got the job done, and then I realized I had a bunch of leftover wallpaper and a wall that still had some big, obviously-crudely-spackled holes, but they were clustered together so I went to the thrift store and found a big frame with a mat and framed a chunk of the wallpaper and hung it up to cover the holes, because I figured that would be kind of a funny way to take care of that problem. Then I went a little overboard, and wrapped some of the wallpaper around the trash can because fuck it, why not, it was just a plain black trash can. I also swapped out the bath mats for one I had originally gotten for the master bath because it matched this bathroom better (you have no idea how much shit I own that is blue and teal; I love teal so much and I own way too much teal and if I'm attempting to be a toned-down, normal-ish person I'll go with a more sedate blue, so we have a lot of blue blankets and sheets and towels and kitchen towels and pillows, etc., but I haven't done anything to the master bath so it's still painted like my dad had it).

So Large Bastard gets home last night and I'm like "hey I finished the bathroom, you should check it out." And he walks into the bathroom and he starts fucking *cackling* and then he sees the framed wallpaper and he starts laughing harder and then he sees the trash can and the bath mat and keeps going and I'm like???????????

And he's like "this is fucking perfect, it looks like a Wolfenstein level, I love it, I had no idea it would look this funny."

Because the wallpaper pattern that I was a bit hesitant to add to my list of options, but was cheap and was in a color that I like, was blue bricks.

Which he picked specifically because "wouldn't it be funny if our bathroom referenced a video game?"

And the answer is "yes" but also goddamnit.

[musclelover4826]

Lycan Subscribe!

Based off a twitter post I saw.

Oliver groaned as he clicked past all the influencer videos that Facebook was suddenly recommending him. They were just an excuse for hot guys to show off shirtless and do dumb dances. For some reason Facebook had been putting a lot of them in his recommendations. Especially a guy named Lycan Subscribe who was 'different' because he only posted at night. he rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of that. And the name. Oliver quickly hit "show less".

That night, like many before, Oliver couldn't sleep. He stood up and started pacing in his PJs feeling a restless energy overcome him. A light came from his phone which was suddenly mounted on a stand and he wandered in front of it, curious. Suddenly a bright picture of a full moon appared on his phone and Yung Gravy started playing from his speakers and Oliver began stripping, entranced.

First came the top.

As it slid off his slight gut melted down into a flat stomach with just a wispy dark treasure trail. Next his chest expanded out, swelling into two round, cute pecs. Only sparse brown hairs remaining around his smaller nipples. A chain appeared around his neck and shrunk to a perfect fit as the newest apple watch formed on his slimmer wrist. He threw his arms behind his head showing off his furry pits while his arms bulked up with teenage tone. A very slight tan graced his formerly pale body. His pants began to sag off his thin, younger figure showing his underwear and a slight hint of bulge. Finally a beanie fell on his head, dark curly hair sprouting from under it as his thoughts got slower. He pouted with his cute lips, revealing a young attractive face with dark, empty eyes. Silver studs also pierced his ears. He smirked as he began to dance and mouth along "so delicious" with a soft wink to the camera. Looking just like the guy he had mocked earlier.

The next morning Oliver awoke, exhausted for some reason. Another shitty night sleep he supposed. Turning on his phone he groaned when he saw another new Lycan video open. Didn't he already tell Facebook he wasn't interested! Still...curiosity got the better of him and he decided to watch this one. It was one of his typical videos dancing and lip syncing to some song while shirtless. However it wnded with a short message in a deep and dumb skater voice.

"Ay fam, you been wanting me to get out and post during the day so starting tomorrow I will, no cap!" 

Upon hearing this, Oliver looked down in terror seeing his body change into the self absorbed star, just like last night though he had no memory of that. In moments, Lycan was back but this time for good. First thing was working on this tan!

[ggomos-maribat]

D-DAY Chapter 7 | D-Day II

TW: Graphic depictions of injury and violence, death

Adrien reclined on his swivel chair, feeling the sun hitting his back through the windows. To his past self, the place was his childhood bedroom. To his present, it was an office. A space for work. His videogame collection had been replaced with infinite shelves of books and binders; the once playful orange of one of his walls was taken over by a muted blue; and the TV set had been moved aside to make space for a large desk.

He stared at his dead phone beside his laptop. He had turned it off to silence the pesky calls and messages he had been receiving nonstop since that morning.

He thought it would soon die down in a matter of hours. But he was wrong. His laptop let out a loud shrill, signaling a call from Mayor Bourgeois himself. Adrien released an exasperated sigh, answered the call, and leaned back again.

"Adrien! Thank goodness!" Came the mayor's panic-stricken voice. "You weren't answering your phone at all!"

"What can I do for you, Monsieur Bourgeois?" He asked monotonously.

"I've been getting calls from everywhere! International agencies, news stations, politicians. Oh, it's a mess! They want to hear from the source of those videos. You can reach out to Ladybug for them, can't you Adrien?"

He touched his fingertips together. "You know very well that I already announced my retirement, and so has Ladybug. I have no means of 'reaching out' to her whatsoever."

"But—but you don't understand! The hotlines have been going off since the videos were released. People are booking flights to find out what's happening! I can't possibly turn them away!" Mayor Bourgeois bleated, his voice rising an octave. Adrien pictured him sweating bullets under the scrutiny of the public.

Adrien decided to get a little more aggressive. "What do you want me to do? The videos speak for themselves. I've said what I had to say. I'm not Chat Noir anymore, and Ladybug's not showing up until another villain terrorizes Paris again."

"You are the last contact to the heroes! Why did you have to put out those videos? What about our tourism—"

"We already told you about the release of the videos even before we started making them. Don't tell me you didn't prepare for what's to come after that." A foot tapped on the floor in annoyance. "Ladybug said and I quote 'I want to imprint on the whole world what happened to Paris so that they know about the city they left behind, so that the people's suffering will not be forgotten.'"

We didn't release those videos on a whim.

"But—"

"As far as my knowledge goes, you are the mayor, Monsieur Bourgeois. Now you have to speak for the people of the city." Adrien lowered his tone, nearly imitating a threat. "And heaven forbid you put the reputation of Parisians on the line."

His thoughts recounted the vehemence of the Parisian government against the heroes during the appearance of Hawkmoth, and its gradual descent to complacency as they relied on him and Ladybug to rid the city of all its problems.

He remembered their constant pleas, to at least offer a little help to the civilians, especially those emotionally scarred, and how their suggestions fell upon deaf ears. He recalled a fuming Chloe scolding her cowering father, who claimed that it was the other officials' decision to let the heroes handle Paris themselves.

The mayor was on thin ice. There were implications from those videos, consequences that would affect Paris for a long period of time. The City of Lights could be ostracized by the rest of the world when people realize how numbed its civilians were.

Adrien, too, was falling into the spotlight because of his heavy revelations. About his father. About his identity.

"For those looking for me, tell them that I'm not accepting calls nor visitors at the moment," Adrien added. "If you'll excuse me—"

"Wait, please!" The mayor interrupted. "Just help me out here. What do I tell them? Should I say something about the Miraculous?"

"I'm not sure. Should you?" His scoff was similar to that of Felix's. "Think about it properly.”

He ended the call, not wanting to hear another word from him. He only wanted silence for the entire day. To him, it wasn't only the day for Paris' uncovering. It was also a day of commemoration. They had meticulously arranged and compiled those videos to bring justice to everyone in the city.

And for themselves. For the heroes.

For years, they had been held captive under their duty to protect while they fought against a ruthless madman. My father. No . . . I can't even call him that now. He's just Gabriel.

He snapped out of his short reverie when he heard his laptop ring again. This time, it was a caller he'd gladly talk to. He tapped on a key and Marinette's voice sounded out. "Adrien, can you come here for a minute?"

He stood up and brushed down his outfit, beaming. "Gladly."

---

The manor was in chaos.

They gathered in the Batcave, wearing tensed jaws and darkened expressions. Bruce was the most stirred up, despite being restrained in his movements.

Jason's gaze wandered over to Tim, who was hunched over a chair and had his head bowed. Jason shifted on his feet. Tim had been in that position for so long. Unmoving.

"If she wasn't involved in this, why did she disappear?" Bruce asked.

Alfred looked just as exasperated as the rest. "I assure you, Master Bruce, Miss Marinette is a trustworthy person. Though I have no knowledge of her reasons for leaving or her current whereabouts, I respect her decision albeit the suddenness."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oracle, what do we know so far?"

"A total of seven hundred and two videos have been found." Barbara looked down on her phone. "And counting. Source can't be tracked down. We're guessing it's magic. But it's safe to assume everything came from Paris."

She cleared her throat as she pushed her glasses up. Jason noted the lines under her eyes, feeling a twinge of sympathy. "There are three categories of videos. The first is labeled only with numbers and recordings of the incidents in Paris. The last four digits make up dates, while the first two digits aren't clear. We're thinking it's the number of years since those 'akumas' first appeared."

"The second category has videos labeled with 'W', which stands for 'witness' and the same digits, referring to the date of the incident they're recounting. These ones are interviews of those who have direct relations to the akumas or had close encounters with them."

Dick drummed his fingers on the railing. "The third category?"

"There are less of these videos compared to the other ones. Same labels but with 'AV' at the start. 'Akumatized villain'. Personal stories of people who were akumatized."

"Tim." Bruce's tone cut sharply in the air. "You mentioned that Marinette said something to you before the videos were released."

All eyes went towards Tim. Jason shuffled uncomfortably again. It was clear that Tim was devastated—they all knew he and Marinette were close. He looked devoid of his soul, left as a shell with no explanation of her departure.

"Weird stuff. She said today was going to be D-Day. That's it," Tim replied weakly, not once lifting his head.

"Are you sure she hasn't been doing anything else?"

"Master Bruce—"

"What if she's done something here?"

Jason bit his tongue. As expected from the old man. He thinks everyone is suspicious and he's all paranoid now that she was inside his house.

"She doesn't know about us," Tim insisted.

Dick moved closer to Tim. "B, you're thinking too much into it. We're not even sure if she was involved—"

"Of course, she's involved. She knew about the videos. She came from Paris." It was Damian who spoke up this time. "Unsurprising if she tried to get into Drake's head—"

"Don't you dare say that about her!" Tim lunged at Damian, but was held back by Dick. Jason rarely saw Tim this enraged; his glare was jarring, paired with bloodshot and swollen eyes. His unkempt appearance emphasized that he was just about to break.

"Tt. It is true. She had an ulterior motive in working inside the manor."

"Damian." Jason raised his voice. "Alfred already said Marinette's clean. You're accusing her without enough evidence."

Tim tore Dick's hand away from him and stalked out of the cave. Jason kept an eye on him as he disappeared out of view. He wanted to help. But he'd be the last person Tim would want to talk to. They needed to give him time.

"Has the JL found anything?" Dick asked.

"Nothing," Bruce answered bluntly. "We have to go to Paris ourselves to get answers."

Jason didn't see what the problem was other than Bruce being a control freak again. He'd watched a handful of videos himself and had grown queasy seeing the brutalities. But they were finished. There was no threat waiting for them since Paris was at peace now.

And yet the mysteries kept piling up.

---

Tim's head was throbbing. He threw his pillows aside to make way for his laptop and plopped down on his bed. His body was begging for sleep but he wasn't satisfied until he got the answers he needed. Did Marinette really experience all of that? How many times had she died?

He hadn't even noticed he was crying again until he felt the wetness on the back of his hand.

Tim rubbed his eyes and scrolled through the videos. It was no use trying to figure out where exactly they came from. They hadn't watched all the videos yet, so there must be something that could help clear things up.

He stopped in the middle of the video selection.

AV030202 - First.

Marinette.

Marinette was on the thumbnail.

How had he missed that?

He clicked on the video, noticing that it was shorter than all the others, only about six minutes in length. Adrenaline pumped in his blood as he watched the video start. The first face that appeared was that of the heroine, Ladybug, who Tim remembered from the videos of the akuma attacks and witness accounts.

Ladybug was sitting closer to the camera, unlike the other ones who had been interviewed. Her lips were drawn into a fine line and her fingers were tight against the edge of the table.

"At the time of the release of this video, you may already know about the Paris situation. During the compilation and filming of the witness videos, a few Parisians have come forward and volunteered to share the story of their akumatizations."

She took a breath. "At first, my team and I were hesitant about this. The reason why we did not plan to include the akuma victims in our videos was because we were afraid that they would be blamed and misunderstood. However, those who volunteer have been extremely persistent." Her blue eyes glinted with a dangerous edge. "I want to say this now: the akumatized civilians were victims, not criminals. They have no memory of their akumatizations except for the fact that their emotions had been used against them. They are not in full control of themselves when they are in their akumatized forms. Those who had chosen to speak about their experiences are brave souls, and I hope that you will not condemn them for their actions."

Ladybug stood up. "With that, we'll begin with one of the first volunteers."

She walked out of the camera's view to reveal Marinette sitting behind the table. Gone was her usual brightness. She was pale, as if sick, clad in an oversized hoodie and messy hair.

"Hi." The word was barely audible.

"Hi." She tried again, but louder this time. "I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng, formerly akumatized as the Seamstress."

Tim paused the video. Marinette . . . akumatized before.

He debated for a few seconds before pressing 'play'.

"I've tried my best not to get akumatized all those years." She cracked a smile. "But I guess everyone has their breaking point. I've been bottling . . . emotions for so long and it just spilled out. I had a lot of responsibilities at that time. As a daughter, a friend, the class representative, and a designer."

"I was co-organizing a charity event that my school decided to hold. There were so many things to take care of and we were short on time for the preparations. Most of the committee leaders backed out at the last minute. I was making calls, ordering materials, designing the decorations, and sending invitations on my own."

"For the most part, I was used to having a lot on my plate. It would cost me a week of all-nighters and missed meals, but it was somehow gratifying if I saw my work pay off." Marinette looked away from the camera. "But it didn't. A day before the event, I found out that one of my classmates was sabotaging everything. She canceled our venue booking, emailed inappropriate messages to our VIPs under my name, and permanently deleted important documents after leaking confidential information about the guests. When I brought it up to our teachers, they only blamed me for it."

"That's when—I don't know—I just snapped." She sighed. "I surrendered to Hawkmoth and became the Seamstress. The next thing I know, I'm on a rooftop and the heroes were standing in front of me."

"I can't speak for the rest of the akuma victims, but I know this: being akumatized isn't easy. Even if you don't remember it, everyone else does. You'd have to deal with the consequences of things you had no control of." She wrapped her arms around herself. Her exhausted, defeated expression was an image burned into memory. "I'd still hear rumors about me. About how the Seamstress was one of the worst akumas to date and one of the hardest to take down."

"I . . . apologize. For letting my emotions run wild. I could've done more to calm myself down.

Listening to her frail voice made his chest squeeze painfully. Make sure to get some sleep. Eat first and take quick breaks. He heard her gentle reminders in his head. No wonder she'd tell me that. She knows what it's like to be half-dead in work, unrecognized for her efforts.

He was still confused about what to feel. Half of him wanted to go to Paris and demand an explanation from her. Run his throat dry, screaming, because she wasn't supposed to leave so soon. She wasn't supposed to leave without telling him.

But the other half wanted to know if she was alright, to check in on her. He wanted to ask how she felt during those attacks. Tell her that he was consumed with guilt without knowing why.

It wasn't only a big day for the world. It was a big day for Paris. All its citizens had their stories and secrets unveiled.

Tim stopped watching to switch to another video. 030202.

The Seamstress herself wasn't in the video but her powers were. Red ribbons the size of carpets were strewn on top of buildings, cars and streets. 

Instead of Ladybug, a blonde boy was adopting the mantle of the heroine, along with one of the temporary heroes, Viperion. The two were leaping across the rooftops, past streaks of large ribbons spreading in the city.

The video transitioned into another view. Strips of cloth branched out from the ribbons and wrapped around helpless civilians. Only their faces were left unexposed. Floating needles came up to those who were entrapped and punctured their skin. Muffled cries escaped from the Parisians until the cloth completely choked them. Some cocooned bodies lied still on the ground.

He looked away, sensing his stomach churning. He had looked through enough videos that day to know that the outcome wasn't pretty.

The video changed again. This time, it was a recording shot through a door left ajar, capturing a scene that looked like it was in a school. The audio wasn't caught, but the picture was clear.

Teachers had their wrists, heads, and legs bound with the ribbon, controlling them like puppets. They were reprimanding a student who was already lying prone on the ground, dead. A blurry shape moved and clapped in the distance. The Seamstress.

When the recording ended, Tim let his eyes drift close for a moment. D-Day. D-Day. D-Day. He'd spent months with her, naively assuming that he already knew everything that was to know about her. But then she became a stranger overnight.

Were her feelings even real? His tangled thoughts recalled Damian's words.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who exactly are you? 

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[atsuwiee]

accidentally confessing to your bestfriend! enhypen.

because, this actually happened to me irl- they ended up liking me back as well so this scenario (?) is purely based on what happened to me lmaoo

warnings: i think i put in some swear words- and slight angst on jay's part lol

also this is kinda long so be rEadY ?? anyways enjoy wie woo

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

heeseung

it was a normal weekend hangout at your place with heeseung, though he had noticed you were acting a bit strange when he arrived. both of you were at your room and your eyes were glued to your phone, thumbs moving at a fast pace, while heeseung was on the floor playing a video game alone. for the longest time you've had a crush on heeseung and you had planned on telling him countless of times but you didn't know when to- while texting your other friends about him and them persuading you to go on and tell him now- you feel your phone get grabbed out of your hands. "hey give me that!" you say as you reached for your phone only to be pushed back into the bed (playfully) by heeseung. "you're texting your crush, aren't you?" he said playfully as he kept your phone out of reach. "shut up and give it back, lee heeseung!" heeseung didn't listen to you at all instead he got on top of and started to tickle your sides. "tell me who! and i'll stop" he said as he got closer to your face, slowly the redness of your cheeks become evident. "as if!" you scoff as he continued to tickle you. "gosh, okay, okay! heeseung it's you!" you say in between laughter only for this to stop when you realized what you had just said. "i- okay i didn't mean that-" you say as you cover your mouth. "you like me?" "yeah dumbass-" you were cut off by his lips that pressed onto your cheek. "i like you too, cutie"

jay

playing the famous game never have i ever with jay at a literal ungodly hour, out of boredom, you both had been going back and forth at each other for any potential blackmail material you (both) could use. jay paused for a little longer than usual, trying to formulate his question. "aw, did you run out of questions?" you teased him. "no- oh i got one!" he says excitedly. "this is going to be such a cliché question but, never have i ever fallen in love with my bestfriend" jay said with a cheeky smile. "i want to hear your answer first" you say, trying to hide whatever you might spill out of your mouth. "never" he said, this only made your heart ache knowing he doesn't even like you back. "uh-" you paused for a bit making jay raise a brow "what? cat got your tongue?" he said in a playful tone. "well, i have... never..." you say while avoiding eye contact. "are you lying?" he asked as he got closer to your face. "me? lying? why would i be lying about having a crush on..." "crush on?" he asked, prodding into your attempted lie. "you" you say out loud. "you have a crush on me?" jay asked he distanced himself a bit from you. "yeah jongseong, so what? you don't even like me back" you say as you stood up. "i wasn't supposed to tell you until i was ready" you say. "i'm sorry" jay apologized. when you had left, jay wanted to tell you that he really liked you back- but how could he? he said "never" when he actually had a crush on his bestfriend.

jake

jake continued on and on, discussing about the topics you were struggling in physics. you had called him over to tutor you, but when he came to your aid, it appears you had gotten more distracted and jake noticed this as he saw you writing on your journal instead of taking a look at your notes and your textbook. "hey, y/n, are you even listening?" jake said while he snapped his fingers in front of you. "yeah, i am-" you said and quickly looked up from your journal. jake nodded and continued but once he did, your head was in your journal again- eyes glued to whatever you were writing. "okay, clearly you aren't listening, give me that-" he said as he grabbed your journal out of your hands. "i am listening!" you protest, jake was curious on what you were writing so he took a look. "i think i can't focus because of him... why am i even in love with him? wait- you're in love with me?" he asked as he pointed to himself. "stop reading that!" you say as you grabbed your journal out of his hands. your cheeks grew red, and you were quick to grab your textbook to cover your flustered face. you could hear jake giggle and moved the textbook from your face, he kisses your forehead softly and smiles. "well now we got that clarified- shall we continue, y/n?"

sunghoon

"are you free today?" sunghoon asked. "well, i'm not doing anything at the moment so, i guess i'm free today- also are you alright? you sound sad" you say hinting out the tone of his voice. "i just feel tired..." he says. "so uh- do you want to go to the amusement park with me?" he asks. "didn't you say you were tired? you need rest" "please? i just want to unwind with you for a bit" you then said yes later on to his offer. "okay meet you there in twenty minutes" you said as you hung up on the phone so you could get ready. both of you were having fun on the rides and games- not until he pointed to the rollercoaster and practically begged you to go on it. "i-" "pleasee, i'll hold your hand if you're scared" he said with a smile, you couldn't resist this man so both of you went on it. sunghoon knows nothing about your fear of heights so when the ride was about to drop from it's peak you held his hand tightly shouting "i fucking hate rollercoasters- i also wanted you to know i love you a lot, hoon, like a lot lot-!" sunghoon had heard everything and held tight onto your hand. after the ride you both had sat down on a bench. "did you mean what you said?" he asked then faced you, your face growing pinkish. "ah so you heard it... yeah i meant everythi-" you were cut off by his soft lips pressed on yours. "i just wanted you to know i love you too, like a lot, y/n"

sunoo

it was a normal afternoon for you both, sunoo was seated on the couch while you lay down placing your head on his lap, he played with your hair while you played a game on your phone. sunoo brushing your hair with his fingers and at times he'd braid some strands of it too. you were starting to get bored from your game and decided to exit the app to go onto your social media, but sunoo was watching and something on your screen caught his eye. "is that me on your homescreen?" he asked and you were quick to put your phone against your chest. "uh, what?" you asked trying to act clueless. "you used my picture as your wallpaper, you adore that much, don't you?" he said playfully. "ew, who says i have you as my wallpaper?" you asked back while he just scoffed. "i saw it y/n, don't lie~" sunoo said and you sat up from laying down on his lap. "fine" you mumbled out your answer. "do you have a crush on me~?" he asked, more onto the teasing side but you had accidentally spilled your actual answer to him. "haha you bet!" you say with awkward finger guns. "i- uh, need to use the bathroom, be right back!" you say as you quickly headed to the bathroom. sunoo knew what your answer meant, so now he's left there- smiling and giggling on how his best friend likes him back.

jungwon

you had been planning on telling jungwon about how you left through a letter and planned on telling later on the walk back home from school. "y/n" your classmate called before you exited the classroom. "you're a friend of yang jungwon, right?" she asked and you nodded. "could you please give this letter to him? it's regarding the quiz bee thing, i'm one of his teammates" she said as she handed you the folded paper, similar to the love letter (for jungwon) you were holding. "oh okay, i'll give it to him!" you say as you got the letter. "oh thanks, y/n" she said and bid her goodbyes as she left. as you walked beside jungwon back home you remembered the letter from your classmate. "oh jungwon, my classmate said i should give you this letter- its about the quiz bee thing" you said as you stopped walking and looked for it inside your bag. "ugh it's probably another reminder to review" he said as he opened the letter, but then you can see confusion evident in his face. "uh-you give me butterflies every time i see you... uh i don't think this is about the quiz bee-" "what do you mean, let me see?" you say as he shows you the letter. "i- oh my god! i didn't mean to give you that!" you say as you look into your bag again and give the other letter. "here-" "i'll read it when i get home, let me read yours first" he said with a soft smile and intertwined his hands into yours.

ni-ki

"i leave for a minute to use the bathroom and now my phone is missing- riki where the hell did you hide it?" you say, literally flipping all the pillows in your room. "ugh even one of my earbud is missing" you say. "why are you looking at me like that?" riki asks, trying to act clueless. "why are you always hiding my stuff? this isn't even your house!" you say as you walk around your room trying to look for your phone and one of the missing earbud. "please tell me where you hid it" you say as he just laughed and laid down on your bed. "what do i get in return?" he asks playfully. "i'll buy you some bungeoppang" you say, hoping he'll give back what he hid from you. "sounds good! here's your phone now" he says taking it out from under his shirt. "uh, my earbud though?" you say as put your hand out, signaling he give it now. "ah- that's for another deal" he says. "riki just what the fu-" "is jay hyung your boyfriend?" he asked. "no he isn't, where did you get that from?" you asked back. "people were talking about it at school- and i was really offended that you didn't tell your own bff" riki said with (yet again) a playful tone and with a pout. "i don't know why they would say that- because the only guy i'm in love with is you" you impulsively. "you what?" he asked. "i what?" you asked back. "you're in love.... with me?!" riki asks pointing at himself. "you know what- give me back my earbud when i get back, i'll go buy your bungeoppang now- bye!" you ran out the door leaving riki who's a flustered mess now. he then punches the air and you could hear his screams of victory "woo! y/n likes me!" you can hear which makes you more flustered as well.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

Word Count: 2.3k+

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat,  back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

Taglist: @notphilosopherstudentblog

[itsmadamehydra]

My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

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PARAPHILIA - Part 2

Pairing: Privé!Baekhyun x Reader; CEO!Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, CamCouple!AU, slice of life, smut

Tags: dom/sub dynamics, bratty OC (a lil' bit), orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, toys, (light) bondage, masturbation (f), oral (m), angry sex, name calling (at the end)

Raiting: +18 (what's new though? 😂)

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: when your (very) busy boyfriend Baekhyun is called back to work to manage his company you decide to make him regret it with (very) suggestive videos.

A/N: I don't know how many times I discarded and started over this chapter but I actually like the way it turned out 💃. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think! My asks are always open!💖💖

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Paraphilia #2: AUTAGONISTOPHILIA; Being on stage or on camera

S P O T L I G H T

"How come he's still in his office... Isn't it Sunday today?" you impatiently whisper to yourself as you turn your face to the calendar that's hanging in the fancy kitchen.

You were right it is Sunday. It's already noon and you haven't seen him yet today. Baekhyun, that is. Your boyfriend. Your incredibly successful but incredibly busy boyfriend but boyfriend nonetheless.

In the quiet of the luxurious house you can hear him speak on the phone. He's probably in a business meeting with some important partners... Yeah they must be really important because he usually always makes sure he saves the Sundays for you.

Baekhyun had always been this way. When you started dating he already was the CEO of Privé. Back then he was already very busy even though it was just a very young brand at the time but it's only gotten worse over the years or better depends on how you look at it...

"The richer, the busier" you say out loud to yourself as you move to the couch of the living room.

You sigh and pull up the cover on your legs as you switch the drama you were watching back on.

Time passes and you are completely caught up in the drama. The romance displayed is very cute and you wish you could be in Baekhyun's arms right now. Then you hear steps in the staircase, you whip your head in its direction and see your boyfriend wearing an expensive and very sleek Armani suit, with his raven black hair brushed back. He impatiently looks at his gold rolex.

His high cheekbones paired with the outfit makes your heart flutter when he appears in front of you. He looks stunning, like a dream.

But something is off about his attitude...

"Are you leaving ?" you ask a tint of sadness underlining your voice.

"Yes I have to... Something came up..." he says fixing a strand of hair in front of the mirror. You bite your lip.

"But... It's Sunday today" You say sulking, giving him puppy eyes

"I know baby but it looks like our website is under a cyber attack and I have to go fix it right now. The banking info of the customers might leak..." his voice is a little harsh and you can't help but to feel hurt by his tone.

"Ok" you say, giving up with a sad smile trying to not let him see how it affected you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can" he says waving in your direction before grabbing the keys of the Audi and walking out the front door...

You sigh once again. And try to forget Baekhyun's harsh tone and furrowed brows... but after a while you realize that you reqlly can't...

You squirm on the couch, working yourself up... The Sundays are supposed to be for you. He employs hundreds of people, couldn't one of them handle the cyber attack? Plus, Baekhyun is an expert in designing styling and marketing but he knows nothing about programming and other geeky stuff you can't even name. Why is his presence mandatory? You know he's the CEO but still... Would Elon Musk run off to the office if Tesla.com was under a cyber attack?

Probably... the voice of reason in your head answers. But you shake your head, chasing away the annoying truth.

You sigh but in annoyance this time. Then an idea blooms into your mind...

"What if... I made him want to get back as soon as possible" you smirk to yourself.

You grab your phone and press record. You perk up your lips and speak in a seductive tone.

"Babe. I miss you so much..." You say as you bring your other hand to your breasts.

"I think I need you right now" You stop the recording and press send before you can change your mind.

You wait for a second and think it's not enough... And to be quite frank, the idea of Baekhyun having to hide his boner at work because of you made you eager for more teasing.

Without even thinking you start to rub yourself between your thighs as you fill the immense living room with very soft moans.

You took your shirt over your head and slided down your pants leaving them on the marble flooring.

You laid on the couch only in your matching navy blue lingerie set. You took your phone back and made another little video for your busy boyfriend.

"Baby come home" you moaned as your fingers played with your bud through the thin lace. You lower the angle to let him see the sexy lingerie set but also where your fingers were. You felt the thrill of doing something so naughty on camera. You bit your lip as you pressed down harder on your core sending electricity throughout your body.

You hit send and drop the phone. You imagine Baekhyun getting these at the board meeting  and secretly stroking himself underneath the table, his dick threatening to rip out of his pants at any time.

Your phone buzzes as you receive a response. You smirk evilly knowing it's your powerful boyfriend being distracted.

"Stop that" he demands.

The smirk only spreads further on your face. You always liked to be a dissident little brat. So you decide to go even further.

You videotape yourself again. This time you slip your hand inside your panties and gasp at the cold sensation of your fingers against your hot folds. You dip them inside your center, moaning shamelessly.

You set your phone to the side and rub yourself over your panties again. You let the room be filled with soft moans and whimpers. Already picturing Baekhyun's clenched fist underneath the meeting table as the shareholders talk to him about the cyber attack. His mind only being preoccupied with your needy moans and sweet dripping pussy.

"Mmmh... Baekhyun... If you want me to stop..." You pump your fingers inside your heat, you feel your walls tighten around them, excited by the thought of being disobedient but also on tape. "Come and make me" you say showing the camera the long strings of juices coating your fingers. Quickly you press send again.

You smirk again as you moan louder, circling your clit through the drenched fabric of your panties.

Then you hear your phone buzz again. You read the text from, you're sure of it, your very angry boyfriend.

"I'm in the car I'll be over in 10 minutes I want to see you in the R-Room"

A huge smile spreads on your lips. You made it, you made your boyfriend return to you. You were so happy you didn't care about the consequences. You happily hopped off the couch and shuffled to the R-Room. You even left behind your clothes, still on the ground , knowing damn well, the mess was going to piss off Baekhyun even further.

You pushed in the door of the R-Room. This room was the only one of the villa that didn't have any windows. It was completely dark. You pushed on the light switch. In the middle was a table, with leather straps at every corner. One camera right over the table, filming it. Another one was on a tripod on the side. And a third one was for the close ups. Because in fact, the "R" stood for "Recording".

In this room,  you and Baekhyun made sextapes. Baekhyun initiated you years ago. Before it felt so wrong and you refused to be filmed from the neck up. You didn't even want to be fully naked. But now, you would simply slip on the black lace rabbit mask and you let Baekhyun bind you and do whatever he pleased to you in front of the camera.

Recently Baekhyun even convinced you to start a livestream show of your escapades. Quickly you two became really popular. Of course, Baekhyun is kind of a public figure due to his job so he never shows his face but you don't mind.

It was the most thrilling feeling. Imagining thousands of strangers touching themselves to you. Suggesting to Baekhyun things to do to you.

You slipped off your bra. You wanted to be nice and ready for Baekhyun when he came back. You put your hair up in a neat bun, even set up the cameras. You're so busy that you don't hear Baekhyun ruffling up the stairs.

He pushes the door open. Making you jump. He's mad sure but he can't help but to smile when he sees you completely naked, already waiting for him. But he doesn't intend on being easy on you, not after what you did.

You stiffen up as you see his smile fade away, walking towards you. He presses his clothed body against your naked one. He takes your chin in his cold slender fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You think you can make me this mad purposely just to make me fuck you?" You feel your cheeks grow red. "I don't think so missy" He lets go of you and turns around, ready to leave.

No no no, you think. You worked yourself up so much. You knew you were going to get punished but you didn't imagine that... It never crossed your mind that Baekhyun could actually just leave you hanging like this.

"S-should I turn off the c-cameras?" you stutter in a last attempt to make him change his mind. He stops as an even better idea blooms in his mind.

"You know what? No... keep them rolling"

A smile grows on your unsuspecting lips. Baekhyun goes to the laptop and to your different social media platforms where he types a message:

"Surprise live show to punish a disobedient little bunny rabbit"

Within seconds comments start to flow in. People were really excited to get a surprise unscheduled live. And so were you, cause you had no idea what Baekhyun had in store for you.

Baekhyun handed you the familiar bunny ears black mask. Your fingers trailed the lace details before you placed it on.

Baekhyun did some arrangements before switching the live on. The red light of the cameras started to blink and you knew you were on for one hell of a ride.

"All right everybody! Good evening! We are live today" Baekhyun said as the three cameras stared at your naked body.

You saw the first comments on the screen of the laptop.

"Wow already nice and ready"

"Ugh Bunny is so cute"

"I wish I was there to see Bunny irl"

Goosebumps poked up on your bare skin.

"Everyone today Bunny was very naughty and I had to punish her. So, I told myself why not let all of you enjoy it as well. Bunny..." Baekhyun turned to you. "Explain to our friends what you did" You looked up at your pissed off boyfriend.

"I... I disturbed master as he was busy... and was defiant"

"Good girl" Baekhyun caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You read some comments again.

"Oooh Bunny is in trouble hehe"

"Master!! Can't let this flow! gotta show her who's boss"

"Ok, so Bunny" Baekhyun starts "You will start by pleasing master" You looked up at him again you knew exactly what it meant. Baekhyun's hand left your cheeks to press on your shoulder. "On your knees Bunny".

His hand takes a tight hold on your bun as the other one unbuckles his belt and takes out his already rock hard cock.

"Open wide." he says his teeth shining under the indirect spotlight of the dark room.

You open your mouth and Baekhyun doesn't give you time to approach. Instead as soon as your mouth is open he rams his cock inside, hitting the back of your throat right away.  By reflex you want to pull away but his hand around you bun maintains your head right in place.

Right then and there, you finally mesure how mad you have made him. He's never this rough, at least not right at the beginning before you had any chance of teasing him and running his patience thin. But you did all that… just with your videos… Teasing him until he can only process the desire he has for you through rough angry sex.

He starts the thrust himself in your mouth. You gag loudly on his cock, trying to catch a breath, but he doesn't let you.

"Come on, look at the camera, baby. Let them see how pretty you are with my cock down your throat" Baekhyun whispers in a low husky voice. Your tears filled eyes turn to the camera where you have a look at the comments.

"Uh ohhh... Master really IS mad"

"Bunny's mouth must feel so good"

Baekhyun gradually slows down his pace, allowing you to finally breathe. He pops his dick out of your mouth, while you pant. You look back excepting more face fucking but instead Baekhyun is turning the cameras to the table.

Already? you think. But you still get up and walk to the table, quickly checking the comments again.

"Are we bounding Bunny already?"

"Oh yessss!! The fuck-table!!!"

You sat and one after the other, Baekhyun tied your wrists and ankles to the corners of the table with the attached straps. You were now laying there, leg spreads wide, completely exposed to the +15K people that were watching you right now. You bite your lip feeling the familiar thrill swell up in your chest again.

Then Baekhyun approached with the vibrator. He pressed the button and turned it on. The buzzing sounds made you anticipate the feeling of it. You lightly squirm in your restrains. Baekhyun skipped directly to the most powerful setting. You looked at him, he was wearing that same evil smile again...

He places the vibe on your drenched heat. First at your entrance, you gasped loudly. Goosebumps spreading on your skin. With agonizing slowness he brought the vibe to your clit. The incredible speed of the vibrations took you by surprise and you immediately threw your head back, pulling hardly on the straps as unexpected pleasure took possession of you.

Your moans filled the cramped dark room. Tears started to form again, your body didn't know how to react to such an intense and unknown sensation. You felt you juices rundown your legs and coat your thighs.

"Aaaah Master... I'm cumming" you warned Baekhyun and he instantly switched the vibe off. You looked back up at him with pleading eyes, a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

"M-Master p-please" you stuttered.

"Bunny, you really think you can be disobedient like this and expect master to let you cum?" Baekhyun's low voice sent a shiver down your spine. His hands traveled to your folds, slightly playing with your sensitive bud, he coated his fingers with your juices before bringing them to your lips.

"Taste yourself baby" you hungrily sucked his digits, grazing your teeth on them. But he took them back before you were even finished. Your eyes laid on the screen.

"Ohhh Bunny how do you feel?"

"Bunny's desperate moans are the BEST!!"

Again, you heard the buzzing sound of the vibe. Only this time the vibration was really low, barely audible.

You felt the soft vibrations directly on your swollen clit. You didn't even have time to process the feeling that Baekhyun was pushing himself inside your wetness. You moaned loudly as you felt his hot cock stretch you deliciously. When he reached the bottom of you he gently pulled out. He then grabbed a piece of duct tape and secured the vibe on your clit. You moaned again, instantly missing him inside you. But it wasn't for long because he thrusted himself back in with all his might. A strangled moan escaped your lips, Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Oops, sorry baby. Had to check if the vibe was well secured... Yeah it didn't move"

Yes, you knew that much as the delicious sensation of the soft vibrations didn't stop for a second.

Soon he started to move at a comfortable pace. His length explored the deepest part of you and you completely lost yourself along the way. Between the vibe and his never ending back and forth your mind went completely blank. 

"Look at the camera baby. Show this beautiful expression." Baekhyun's deep voice said.

You looked straight at the camera that was a close up of your face. You looked at the tiny return of the image. Your hair was an absolute mess. Your now loose bun was violently jumping with each of Baekhyun's thruts. Your eyes were fluttering close, rolled back. You looked delighted... and god knows you were. Baekhyun's big bulging cock felt like heaven inside you. You were so so so close to your release. Your toes curled upwards as you felt Baekhyun dig deeper inside you, his hands gripping tightly on your widely open thighs.

"Master, aaaah...  I'm so... aaah... close" you said. But then again. Baekhyun abruptly pulled out of you and switched off the vibe. Leaving your desperate little cunt hungry for more of him. You whimpered and looked at him again.

"Not yet baby" Baekhyun's low voice said. You squirmed, pulling on your restrains, protesting. The comments flew in again.

"No orgasm for Bunny!"

"I bet Bunny really regrets being disobedient now hehe"

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes. You looked at your still pissed boyfriend.

"Please Master" you pleaded as you bucked your hips upwards, shamelessly showing him and the viewers your red and completely desperate pussy. Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Look at you acting like a bitch in heat, pushing up your swollen little cunt up in the air like this" you felt shame but the straps kept you from closing your legs. You could only whimper and squirm. Baekhyun brought his thumb to your mouth and you immediately sucked on it.

"You want to cum baby girl?" he asked, his voice somewhat softening. You nodded sucking vigorously on his thumb.

"Then fucking beg for it like a proper slut" he said back with his harsh tone, through greeted teeth, popping his finger out of your mouth.

One single tear rolled on your cheek. But you would have done anything. Anything in the world for him to finally let you cum.

"Master, please... I-"

"To the camera baby girl" Baekhyun interrupted you. You turned your head to the close up camera.

"I'm sorry for disobeying my master. I'm sorry for being dissident. I will do everything to make master forgive me." Baekhyun raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

"What do you say everybody?"

Your eyes went to the screen again.

"That was weak!"

"Make her beg again"

"I would just leave her like this tbh"

You turned back to Baekhyun as he smirked again.

"Gotta have to do better than this Bunny" You took a deep breath and looked at the staring camera.

"Please, Master. This bitch is yours. She would do everything to please her master, She really has learned her lesson. If you accept to fuck me more I promise I will make master feel better then ever." That intrigued him.

"What do you think guys?"

"Yes she was good enough. She deserved it."

"#dickforbunny"

Baekhyun then suddenly thrusted inside you. You gasped as the delicious sensation filled your mind again. You missed him so much these past few seconds. Your pussy was tightly gripping around his fat cock. Holding onto it like it was scared to lose it again, suffocating it in the process. And Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as your warmth enveloped him. He grunted loudly, fucking you senseless.

"Aaaah... master it's so fucking good..." you said moaning shamelessly in front of thousands of strangers.

Without a heads up, he switched back on the vibe, all the way up. The vibration was so powerful, that even Baekhyun felt your whole pussy vibrate and twitch around him. Your nails dug in your palms as you felt immense pleasure wash over you.

"I'm cumming master" You screamed, thrashing your head around, unable to contain your orgasm anymore.

"That's right cum for me baby. Cum on this dick" Baekhyun groaned in a low lust filled voice.

And finally you crossed the edge. Your orgasm washed over you, making you completely drunk on the filling as your eyes rolled back while facing the camera. Your eyes could barely read anymore.

"She's cumming like a real slut haha"

"Wow look at her legs shaking"

But then. Baekhyun didn't stop, nor did the vibe.

"Master, please I just came" You cried out as your voice was cut everytime Baekhyun thrusted powerfully inside you.

"Baby girl. Once begging me to continue, now begging to stop? Make up your mind" He grunted still powerfully slamming his length inside you.

You screamed to the sensation of your sensitive clit being over stimulated. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you continued to shake. Gradually the pleasure took over you again, not asking permission or even announcing itself. It just simply won you over.

Baekhyun and the vibe both forcing you into a second orgasm, even stronger than the first one. You arched your back and pulled hard on the restrains, the leather dug into your skin. You screamed again, completely losing to Baekhyun's fat cock.

Baekhyun continued to thrust inside you until your pussy was throbbing and sucking him in so much that he had no other choice to release his thick cum inside you. Grunting and cursing, indulging himself in the pleasure.

He slowed down his pace gradually as you fell quiet. Completely exhausted from the forced orgasm. Baekhyun pulled out and you felt his juices mixed with yours slowly drip out of you. Your mind felt numb and you weren't even able to process the words your eyes were reading.

"Bunny won't forget that punishment."

"I came so much watching Bunny shake like this"

"Bunny was fucked out of her mind... look at her... fuck so hot!"

"That was the greatest live EVERRRR"

Baekhyun laughed while reading them.

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed. I'll end it now and will put Bunny to bed" he chuckled looking back at you, chest still heaving up and down, glistening with sweat.

Baekhyun picked you up and carried you to your bedroom where you instinctively snuggled under the blanket. You had a content smile plastered on your lips.

"I'm going to disobey everytime now" you said before immediately passing out. Baekhyun just lightly chuckled before laying soft kisses on your forehead.

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