#like there were some pretty cute moments and all (and hugs!!!!!!!) but yeah not worth it

[hannieehaee]

Can you do sumn with vernon with a pretty girl like drop dead pretty she’s really shy, quiet and introverted like you can do wtv

content: crush!vernon, kinda simp!vernon, mutual crush, talking stage turned into official relationship, afab reader, fluff, confession, etc.

wc: 1166

a/n: i hope u enjoy what i came up with c:

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vernon just couldn't help himself whenever you were around, you were simply too pretty a sight for him to behold; always making him fumble and act an idiot.

vernon wasnt really one to put too much weight on appearance, always considering what's on the inside to be far more important, but you had just drawn him in. you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, and vernon knew were fully unaware of your beauty, which only added even more to your charm.

your shy demeanor and cute blush any time he stumbled over his words made the embarrassment worth it. he would make a joke of himself in front of the entire nation if it meant seeing your shy smile and the way you'd attempt to cover your mouth as you giggled at him.

the two of you weren't dating, per say, but vernon liked to think you were on your way there. with his inability to function around you and your introverted demeanor combined, it was a bit difficult for either of you to ask the other out, but vernon was very much enjoying the 'will they, wont they' the two of you had going on.

he knew you liked him, which was something he prided himself on greatly, always showing off to the members (and consequently turning into putty the moment you walked in).

"yeah, when are you gonna ask her out, nonnie?", had asked seungkwan one day during practice.

the members had been taking breaks on and off throughout the day, with that day being pretty much free aside from dance practice. during one of the breaks, you had come up, as vernon had decided to invite you over to impress you so that you could lend him some company during his work day. the members had taken this opportunity to berate him about your current relationship status.

"oh, you're not dating? huh. mind if i-",

"don't finish that sentence," vernon interrupted mingyu before he could even picture a reality in which you even so much as looked mingyu's way.

"fesity. you really like her, huh? she is super pretty," joined in jeonghan, instigating further conversation.

"yeah ... how'd you get her attention?", now was chan's turn. it was like they were taking turns to drive him as insane as possible while he waited for your arrival.

"can you guys shut up? i'm going to ask her out. she's just a little shy, i wanna show her that i really like her before making things official," he rebutted.

"well, you should hurry up. pretty girls like that are never single for too long; shy or not," added seungcheol.

before vernon could respond by telling him the intricacies of your exclusive relationship friendship, you suddenly walked in, calling vernon's name from the entrance and consequently scrunching up your nose in embarrassment at having accidentally invoked every member's attention upon entering.

vernon couldn't help but coo at you from where he was standing, adoring how shy you could be sometimes. you were entirely unaware of the fact that a few of his members had just been inquiring if they had a chance with you just before your arrival.

despite having been around the members a few times (with your friendship with vernon being quite obviously just a phase of denial on both of your parts), you were still a bit shy around them. you knew that they knew you liked vernon, and you knew that they knew vernon liked you. it was all a childish game of chicken as the two of you waited for the other to make things official.

even through what you believed to be an awkward moment, one look at vernon's soft smile and you pushed that awkwardness aside and walked towards him, offering him a hug before being stolen away by a few of the other members for a greeting hug of their own. vernon simply grumbled beside you, knowing they were all friendly with you, but still wanting you all to himself.

when you finished, he childishly grabbed onto your hand, now holding it in his as a sign of possessiveness (a behavior vernon had never expressed up until meeting you). the two of you inadvertently blushed and looked away from each other, making seungkwan jokingly gag while you weren't looking.

"okay, get him out of here. you two disgust me," seungkwan practically pushed the two of you towards the exit, "don't chicken out this time! ask her out, you coward!", he finished before slamming the door on the two of you, throwing a panicked vernon a satisfied smile.

your eyes had widened as you looked back at vernon, a surprised smile making its way to your face, "'ask me out'?", you asked him.

"oh, uh, yeah ... about that-"

"mhm?"

he cleared his throat and finally made eye contact with you, realizing you were instigating him just to tease him. this eased the nerves he felt at you now knowing that he liked you (which was something he kind of already assumed you knew), though it did not prevent the endless string of words that left his mouth moments later.

"hey! don't make fun of me. i really like you, okay? of course i'm nervous. i've been nervous, which is why i've chickened out of asking you out every single time", his eyes trailed off you due to his nerves, "and you're- you're just so fucking pretty, every time you look at me i lose my train of thought. i have no idea how im even saying this to you right now. or why i cant seem to shut up, fuck. okay, fuck. what i meant to say is: will you please go out with me? officially? as, you know ... boyfriend and girlfriend?", he finished, finally looking at you again, though now with wide eyes and almost breathless.

you matched his appearance with your own breathlessness and shocked expression, but this did not last long, as you seemed to give yourself a short pep talk in your head before nodding to yourself and pulling him towards you, stealing a kiss from him.

he froze completely for a few moments before finally taking action and giving in, kissing you in a way sweeter way than his brain was begging him to (he did not want to scare you away by kissing you in the way he really wanted to).

once more, the two of you were too shy to make eye contact at first, simply blushing and holding onto each other in the most timid way possible.

vernon broke the silence first, "im really hoping that's a yes ..?"

you giggled back, "yes, vernon. i'd love that."

with a boyish fist bump thrown towards the sky, vernon let out a quiet 'fuck yeah!' before holding onto your hand and walking you out of the building, finally leading you to your first outing as an official couple, already planning your first date in his head.

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[itostea]

bllk boys with a shy!reader pt. 2 (rin, nagi, & oliver)

warnings: suggestive!! 

rin: 

I feel like Rin finds you really cute

you’re in the middle of eating some cookies and a few crumbs land on your cheek

rin sighs and wipes your cheek gingerly, making a few remarks here and there but most of his insults are half-hearted

but when he leans closer and cups your face you just completely malfunction 💀💀

no thoughts at all.

and he leans back to gauge your wide-eyed look and see how look of surprise paints your face

he can literally hear how loud is heartbeat from just seeing that

his thoughts are just “oh shit that’s cute” as he just stares at you with a blank-eyed look 

like i kid you not, he’s just stone-faced while his mind is just screaming at how cute you are

you have to say his name multiple times to grab his attention but all he does is just lean in and kiss you

the kiss gets more intense and you’re like why is he acting like this all of a sudden 😭😭

he just leans away after that and goes “sorry” then leans in for another kiss

yeah. idk. he’s very touchy in private

whenever you get nervous and hide behind him, he just gives your hand a squeeze and kisses the top of your head

the first time his team saw him do that, they went 😯😯😯

he’s so soft for you he doesn’t even care that they made fun of him for a month straight 

rin isn’t very verbal when he is, it is always worth it for the both of you

especially for him

the first time he said “i love you,” you completely exploded and couldn’t maintain a single conversation with him

it was so amusing to him that he couldn’t help but chuckle, the sight making you watch in awe

anyways… he finds you very cute, like seriously. He’d do anything for you 

nagi: 

I feel like he acts oblivious to how easily flustered you are just so he could tease the shit out of you

he does it so naturally too 😭😭

believe it or not, I 100% believe this man would make a bunch of dirty jokes just to get a reaction out of you

you’re just so meek when he says dirty things so forgive him!! 

one time you weren’t paying attention to him because you were reading a book and he just took it away from you, watching as you jumped on your feet to try to reach it

“Sei just give it to me already!”

“Huh? Hmm maybe tonight.”

he said that so casually that you didn’t catch the innuendo until a few minutes later 

the moment you realized, he just shrugged and gave an amused smile 

“I didn’t say anything weird, pretty… you’re just dirty-minded” 

yeah… 💀💀

okay other than the dirty jokes and stuff… he’s understanding once you tell him that you’re pretty shy around people

he usually prefers being alone so he can empathize but he doesn’t push you to be more social

oh yeah prepare for surprise hugs 

let’s say you’re cooking up a snack or meal and all of a sudden, you find his arms circle your waist, his breath hitting your neck as he says “i’m home”

GOWNIRFQ2E[FP ?!

he’s also the type of guy to suddenly pick you up and put you on a table so he can rest on your lap

it's literally heaven for him.

he gets to see your flustered expression AND be at peace laying on your lap

so yeah.

get used to his displays of physical affection 💀💀💀💀

oliver:

oh man he’s going to love teasing you (in an affectionate way ofc)

he’s met his fair share of women and you’re the only one who’s actually tugged on his heart strings 

he thinks you’re the cutest! your meekness just brings him at ease

bro is a womanizer but he realized he had to settle down with you! like he’d be a fool not to

it happened when you were getting nervous going to a party and meeting new people 

he loves you but he was literally just admiring how good you looked in your dress 

you’re rambling and he’s just smiling because he loves when you’re open with him

but then you gaze at him with a bashful smile and say “but since you’re going i wanna go so…” 

he lowkey just stared before he was like “okay yeah i’m marrying you”

and you’re like “HUHHH????” while he’s like… “did i stutter? we’re getting married 🤨”

he’s just really soft around you

HOWEVER… like i stated before he’s gonna love teasing you

like ygs will be kissing on the couch with him hovering above you and he’ll lean in before he just stops, grinning at you coyly

you’d be sighing all meek and stuff, trying to lean closer but he just laughs 

“you gotta tell me what you want baby.” 

HE’S SUCH A TEASE UGH

and when you finally ask him to kiss you again, he goes in for a quick peck, leaning back up with a toothy grin

you’d stare at him and impulsively ask “that’s all?” and he’d just go “that’s all? what, you want more?” knowing damn well yes 😐😐😐

trying to pull him down doesn’t work either bc this man is REALLY jacked 

when he gets his fill with teasing you, he’ll just lean down and shush you with a kiss

and he makes sure it’s a kiss. the type of kiss where a hand slides down your waist while another cups your face. that kind of kiss 😩😩😩😩😩😩

once he pulls away and gauges your expression, seeing how you couldn’t even think straight and look and him, he just pats your cheek

“thought you wanted more?”

don’t take his teasing too seriously… he’s doing it bc he’s in love and that’s his love language 💀💀💀

#i may have gotten too lazy to write four characters oops #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #rin x reader #rin x you #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x you #oliver aiku x reader #fluff

[robynlilyblack]

Forever and after

James Potter x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n overhears James' confessing he wants kids one day to Sirius and Remus and freaks out a little

Warnings: swearing, mentions of eating, periods and sex, fears of pregnacy, pain and giving birth, James being the best boyfriend, established relationship, hurt/comfort, quick proofread

A/n: 1.5k words, in all honesty I have the same fears as the reader here, thank you for the request, I hope you like it x

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You were a bundle of comfort, the height of cosiness with your fluffy blanket around your shoulders, covers up to your waist, book in hand with a little bowl of goodies in an arm’s reach. James was in the living room with Sirius and Remus, playing some muggle game Marlene let them borrow…although it was more like stole along with her console in order to beat her high scores

“Fuck you, you utter wanker! Why’d ya do that? I had it!” you giggle at Sirius’ exclamation, even harder as he says he’ll be filing for divorce when you assume Remus takes the control and must beat score 

Your hand dipped into the bowl, feeling around for a few seconds before you lower your book and find yourself pouting at the empty bowl. Slipping in your bookmark you wait a moment, deciding if more snacks was worth the coldness of leaving your snug little fort…and when your stomach squeaks you have your answer

Flicking off the cover and blanket you grabbed the bowl and slipped on some big fluffy socks to protect your feet from the icy cold tiles of your kitchen. Walking through you tried to stay quiet, not wanting to disturb James’ games or risk ruining one of their runs

“Guys keep it down will ya” you hear James say as you reach the kitchen “My girls either reading or trying to sleep” your heart flutters, smiling like an idiot as you grab some more snacks

“Simp” Sirius teases

“Fuck off you’re one too Mr Puppy” your boyfriend counters and you stifle a giggle

“He’s right” Remus chips in, the controllers stick still flicking away

“Who’s right?” they both wonder

“Both” he says casually before you hear the control drop and Remus grumble a ‘hey’

“You guys want to try the other game before you leave?” James says standing up and clicking open the disc box

“Yeah sounds good”

“Will y/n mind us staying? I feel bad that's she’s just in your room alone” Remus says and you smile, remember just how sweet James’ friends were

“No she’ll be okay with it. I’m pretty sure she’s having the time of her life, she looked so cute and cosy when I brought her snacks earlier, completely in love with that book of hers” he says a little dreamy and you shamelessly delay your journey back to your bedroom

“And your completely in love with her” you can almost feel Sirius’ eyebrows wiggling

“I am” your heart bursts “She’s the one, I just know it” and just before you felt like your heart couldn’t explode anymore he adds “Imma marry her and…I might even have a ring in mind” he says last but tentatively

“Siriusly?” Remus asks

“He is and I am” you wished you could shake your head at the pun but you could only hold your squeal and hug the bowl to your chest

It was at that moment you also decided to leave, not wishing to know his full proposal plans so you can still be surprised when you heard a question that made you stop just before closing the bedroom door

“So, can we predict little Prongs and Y/n’s running around in the near future?” 

The length of time felt endless as you waited for his answer, but when it came you wished it hadn’t

“I hope so”

You gently closed the door, sliding down it and placing the bowl to the side, closing your eyes as you tried your best not to cry but fail miserably. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be a mum, you liked the idea of having kids but it was the idea of being pregnant and giving birth terrified you. The toll it would take on the body, the changes that took place, both temporary and permanent, the pain that came with it and lasted long after

You just didn’t think you could bear it, and now you were scared James would leave you, which was, really, a ridiculous notion, but your rational brain had long left the building now

After wiping the tears best you could, you climbed back into bed and shut off the lamp. You weren’t able to fall sleep but you managed to hold back the tears despite the sinking feeling in your gut. Short time later you heard Remus and Sirius leave, quickly followed by James coming into the bedroom, actions becoming much quieter when he realised you were ‘asleep’

He potters about, getting ready for bed and changing into pyjamas before you feel the dip in the bed and the covers lifting.

A warm arm wraps around your waist “Are you asleep?” he whispers, checking

When you don’t say anything, his arm just pulls you a little closer, head coming over to kiss your cheek when he must feel it. The stickiness from your tears and he gently turn your face towards him, thumb running over your cheek

“Love” he tries, kissing your forehead once more so you scrunch your nose and eyes and pretend to wake up “Hi” he gifts you a smile and another kiss but to the nose this time

“Hi” your voice a little hoarse and his eyebrows crunch 

“Sad part in your book?” he asks so concerned and innocently you can’t help but begin crying again “Aww baby” he pulls you into his arms, letting you cry into his chest

“I’m so sorry Jamie” your murmur between the sniffles

His hand comes up to cup the back of your head “Want me to beat the authors arse? Even if their dead I’ll find their ghost you’ll be surprised how many of them are wizards” he assures but instead of a giggle he’s greeted with more crying and you holding him tighter

Now he knew something was wrong

“Y/n” he gently coaxes your head back so he can see your face, wincing at your shining cheeks and eyes “What happened?” he asks softly

“I…” you close your eyes, feeling two tears to fall down, one trailing the bridge of your nose 

“Take your time” he brings your hand up and kisses your palm “We have all night” and when you open your eyes he’s smiling

“I overheard you talking earlier” you confess and his smile falters, what you can only describe as fear and disappointment entering his eyes 

“What did you hear?” he wonders, to which your heart breaks as he tries his best to smile

“That you wanted to marry me and have your…kids” you say and his eyes close, grip a little tighter

“I know we’re young” he starts “I can wait as long as you want whenever you’re…ready” then his face looks pained “...that's if you want to of course” his fingers play with yours, clearly terrified of rejection and it destroys you

“I want to” you say without thinking, you did want to marry him, and to an extent maybe even raise kids if you could ever get past it but as he said you were young, you didn’t know if you even wanted them.

His eyes go back to you, a breath releasing as his shoulders relax “You do?” he cups your face, lights lighting fiercely when you nod in his oh so light grasp “Thank merlin” he pulls you in, cheek squished against his own “Sorry” he lets you go when you whine a little at being held to intensely

“No, I am” you’re sniffling again now and he looks so confused “Jamie it was the second part that freaked me out” you admit timidly

“Having kids?” you nod, looking almost ashamed “That's okay” he says shocking you

“It is? You aren’t mad?” 

“Never” he says firmly, shaking his head “Love I’d be honoured if you wanted to have kids with me but you don’t want them that's okay too. I just want you. Forever preferably but realistically as long as you can put up with me” he says simply and you melt into his arms

Your leg comes around him, hugging him so much he falls onto his back, chuckling a little bit as you cling onto him like some kind of kola 

“Hi” he smiles down at you when you move to rest your chin on his chest

“Hi” you smile back 

“Can I ask one thing?” his thumb flicks over your cheek

You nod

“Is there a specific reason or do you not fancy them?” he asks softly, that smile still on his face

“It’s not that I don’t want them” his eyebrow raises “I’m more put off by the making of it” you confess earning a quizzical look

“Love I think you’ll find you enjoy that part quite a lot” he can’t help himself, not when you bury your face into his chest and he can feel the heat radiating off those pretty cheeks

“Jamie” you whine into his chest

“What?” he plays dumb, mostly so he can cheer you up a bit “Thought you liked being all fill-” you cut him off, hand slapping over his mouth before retreating 

“Sorry” you apologise in case your hurt him and he can’t help but peck your lips while chuckling

“You’re so cute ya know” he pecks them again, revealing in your bashful look before saying “Jokes aside. Are you saying it’s pregnant that’s scaring you?”

“And birth” you add

“Course” face softening as he nods “I can’t imagine how scary it would be for you, I mean I get worried when you’re cramps are bad, I’d probably drive you nuts if you actually were pregnant” that makes you giggle causing him to smile so brightly before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead “You know we can always adopt if you want? Or there’s surrogacy if we want one that looks like us…well you I’d want them to look just like…” he suggests and you get a little overwhelmed just not in the way he mistakes it for “Aww love I’m sorry it was just a suggestion you don’t…” he backtracks seeing the tears

“No” you gently cut him off, wiping the tears before you explain “Its not that, they’re happy tears”

He sighs in relief “Thank merlin I never want to be the reason you cry” he holds your closer “Please know though if you decide that isn’t not just pregnancy and you don’t want them at all you won’t lose me, I meant when I said forever”

“Thank you” you smile, heart thankful you found someone so loving, tomorrow you would expand on your fears and he would listen never pushing, but for now all you said is “I love you Jamie” before resting your cheek on his chest

“Love you more” he kisses the top of your head

“Forever?”

“And after”

Thank you for reading ♡

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[bi-bard]

Welcome Home - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Imagine (The Bear)

Title: Welcome Home

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto X Reader

Word Count: 1,260 words

Warning(s): mention of past arguments

Summary: An old childhood "friend" stops by the restaurant to see Carmy. The pair reminisce over not only the past of their community, but also their personal past together.

Author's Note: I just thought this was kinda cute.

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"Oh, look at you!"

I let out a laugh as my mom pulled me into a hug. She started fussing about me. My hair and my skin and my clothes. All loving, just concerned.

"Mom, Mom," I said, leaning back from her. "Let me get inside before you give me a lecture."

She stepped back.

I set my bag in my old room and sat down on the couch with her. She was a bit of a gossip, so I was happy to sit with her and listen to any news that I hadn't heard about.

She had been rambling on and on about anything and everything before she said something that truly caught my attention.

"Oh, and Carmen took over Michael's old place."

"I didn't know Carmy even came home. I thought he was at some big-time restaurant."

"He was! All of us were shocked that he came back."

I nodded. "Wow."

"You should go visit."

"Mom, I don't think he wants to see me."

"It's been a long time, sweetheart," she insisted. "You don't know how he feels. It's worth a try."

I let out a sigh.

"You're in my house, you have to visit."

My mouth fell open as she stood up and walked away. "Mom! That's unfair!"

"I'm a mom, that's my job!"

I rolled my eyes and leaned back into the couch cushion.

That's what led to me walking up to The Beef. I took a deep breath before pulling the door open. I immediately was met by yelling and arguing. I chuckled. Felt familiar.

"No fucking way!"

I looked at the counter as Richie rounded the other side.

"Hi, Richie- holy shit!"

He pulled me into a tight hug before I could process what was happening. I laughed and hugged him back.

"How are you," I asked.

"Look around," he replied as he stepped back. I just nodded. "Hey, Carmy! Come here!"

"Richie, I'm a little busy to deal with whatever bullshit- holy crap."

"Hey, Carmy," I chuckled at the shocked look on his face.

"Hey," he replied.

"Well, come here," I motioned for him to walk over. He let out a shocked laugh before coming over to hug me. Richie walked away as he did. "I heard about Michael. I'm so sorry."

"Thanks," he stepped back.

"God, you look exhausted," I muttered, cupping the side of his face. I always worried about him.

"You're such a sweet-talker," he replied.

I chuckled. "Sorry."

"It's alright," he waved it off. A crash in the kitchen seemed to get his attention. "I... I'm a bit busy right now but come back tonight. At closing. I'll make you something. We can... catch up."

"I'd like that," I nodded. There was another crash. "Please go make sure someone doesn't burn the place down."

"I'm gonna do my best!"

I chuckled as he ran into the kitchen.

"God, you two really just picked up right where you left off," Richie commented.

I froze for a moment before shaking my head. "Yeah, whatever. See you around, Richie!"

"Welcome home, (Y/n)!"

It was pretty late when I made it back to the restaurant. I was alright with that though.

It was already empty, but I could hear someone moving around in the back.

"Carmy?!"

"(Y/n)!"

His head popped through the window in the wall. I almost chuckled at him.

"Take a seat anywhere, I'm almost done."

I gave him a thumbs-up before sitting down at one of the tables.

He walked out with two plates a little while later. He grinned at me as he set them both down.

"I could make you something better but... y'know," Carmy motioned at the restaurant.

"I'm sure it's great," I replied. He nodded and sat down. "This place looks exactly how I remember it."

"Haven't had the fund to fix it up," he shrugged. "How've you been? Big fancy school treat you well?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I've been lucky. What about you? Teasing me about my big fancy school, but last time I checked, you had some fancy-pants cooking job."

"Yeah," he scratched the back of his neck. "I left that gig to take over this place."

"Was the fancy place like Hell's Kitchen?"

A laugh escaped him. "Not nearly as fun."

I smiled.

"Still more fun than this."

"You just need to find your rhythm," I insisted. "It's been a while, Carmy. Just need to readjust."

"I need to get this place out of the gutter."

"You've got a good foundation," I looked around. "I've missed this place."

"How?"

I looked back at him. "Excuse me?"

He didn't respond. I scoffed.

"You look at this place and see everything wrong, right," I asked. He nodded. "And yeah, sure. Some of it could be improved. But this place isn't meant for some fancy experience. It's meant to be comfortable. A place for people from the community to feel like they're part of the family. Trying to turn it into anything else is gonna sink it."

"You know so much about the restaurant business because..."

"Because I know the people here," I replied. "I know you. And Richie and the crew. And I knew Michael. Despite everything that was wrong about this place, it was good. And you may not see it that way anymore, or maybe you never did, but that's what a lot of those people see."

Carmy just chuckled at me.

He leaned forward on the table. A smirk pulled on his lips. It felt like a silent challenge. A challenge for what, I wasn't sure. I just leaned on the table to mimic him. He chuckled at me.

"I did miss you," he muttered. "And all your rambling."

I rolled my eyes before grinning at him. "I missed you too."

"It sounds dumb, but... you made a lot of shit easier for me. I- uh- I missed having you around, even if we didn't end on the best terms."

I felt my heart sink a bit as I thought of the last time that we saw each other. I was meant to follow him, but when I got a fantastic scholarship, I couldn't do it.

It had been a long night of yelling about broken promises and our futures. It hadn't ended well. The sound of the door slamming behind me would still ring in my ears from time to time. I had so many 'what if's' about that night.

"You could've called."

"Would you have answered," he asked, tilting his head down.

I reached over and tilted his chin back up. I grinned before leaning over to press my lips to his. It was only a matter of seconds before I leaned back again. I relaxed into my chair, biting my lip when I saw the stunned look on his face.

"Yes," I nodded.

He slowly leaned back again. "That wasn't fair."

"What wasn't fair?"

"Kissing me like that," he explained. "Distracting."

I scoffed. "You didn't like it?"

"That's the problem," he pointed out. "I've missed it. I've thought about it. Teasing me with it isn't fair."

"I wasn't trying to tease you."

He rolled his eyes.

"Come and kiss me again if you missed it so bad," I leaned forward again. "You really believe that I haven't missed kissing you too?"

He froze for a moment. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Carmy...," I dragged out his name a bit.

"Shut up," he mumbled, pecking my lips again. "Welcome home."

"You too."

He grinned at me before looking down for a moment.

This trip home was definitely worth it.

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🫡 @iheartedluca right away i love this guy

“You doing okay back there?”

Envy doesn’t say anything. In fact, he hasn’t talked much ever since they calmed Wrath down. Envy’s snide and rude remarks were annoying sure but, Sam hates to see any Max so quiet. There must be something wrong. Something that might lead Sam in getting the final piece of Max back. 

But first, he’s gotta be alone.

“I think I want to be alone Max.”

Max doesn’t say anything at first. He shuffles his feet around while looking at the ground. He then lets out a sigh. 

“Are you sure Sam? Once you do what I think you’re going to do-”

Max hasn’t said it out loud but Sam thinks he knows why he’s been so reluctant with leaving Sam alone with any of the vices. If today’s events are any indication of anything: it’s that Sam is pretty good at putting his little buddy back together again. Max hates these parts of himself. He thinks Sam would be better off without the bad parts of him. He thinks Sam wants a watered down marketable cute version without any flaws. Can’t he see Sam doesn’t want that? The flaws are what made Max…well Max. Sam wants that Max back.

“Max. You trust me right?”

Max nods. Sam pats his head.

“So trust me to put you back together. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

Max smiles. He feels Envy tense up behind him. Huh. Interesting.

“Alright. I’ll wait outside.”

Max walks out of their room and closes the door behind him. A moment of silence passes between Sam and the vice.

“Did you mean that?”

The malice in Envy’s voice is gone. He sounds scared.

“Yes. I did.”

Sam brings his arm up to his shoulder and rests his hand on top of Envy’s.

“If I didn’t want you around, you think I’d stick around this long? You think we would’ve gotten hitched, what is it, five times now? I love you Max.”

“I’m not Max. I’m just some stupid fucked up version of him.”

“Every Max is that. That’s why I like them. Why I like you.”

Max is an asshole. He’s aggravating, aggressive, and he has no regard for anyone else’s feelings. He’s a walking disaster that stands only three feet tall. He’s terrible. He’s a monster. But god does Sam love him. All his life people have told him that Max is no good for him. How Max is holding him back in his career. How Max is a terrible husband. 

What do they know? They don’t get to see Max the way Sam sees Max. The gifts he gives Sam after particularly long cases. The way Max holds him when he has a nightmare. The way Max knows how to make him laugh no matter how he’s feeling. The way Max holds his hand. His smile. His hugs.

That’s the Max he knows. The one he loves. Stupid vices and all.

Still, Envy doesn’t seem convinced. Sam will fix that.

“You know I can’t be myself without you Max.”

Envy laughs, “Please. I didn’t even do anything. I’m still attached to your back like a coward.”

There’s a brief pause before Envy continues speaking. He’s gripping Sam’s shoulders tightly. 

“Sam you’re everything I want to be. You’re perfect. Compared to you I’m just…nothing.”

Sam laughs, “I don’t think so little buddy. I’m pretty messed up. I sometimes do stupid things too. I probably would have my own annoying vices for you to deal with.”

“Not as bad as me.”

“So?”

Envy makes a noise and flinches.

“Max nothing you could do could make me hate you. One of you shot at today, I got eaten twice, and you alone have torn up my shoulder muscles to the point of physical therapy.”

Sam squeezes Envy’s hand. He feels Envy’s hands begin to slip from his back.

“But I’m still here aren’t I? I’m here for you.”

One last squeeze of his hand causes Envy to fall off of Sam’s back onto the bed. Sam turns around and grabs his arms. Envy looks up at him, tears in his eyes.

“I did all of this for you knucklehead. Cause you’re worth it.”

Sam hugs him. Envy tenses up for a second. Then, he wraps his arms around Sam’s neck, burying his face in Sam’s chest.

Yeah. This was good. Sam was so preoccupied with saving and helping Max he forgot that what Max needed most was someone that was there for him. Someone who cared for Max and loved him despite all his flaws. Someone who would never leave his side. Max needed Sam, as much as Sam needed Max. 

Maybe Sam will take Max out on that date. He deserves it after all this.

It’s a while before any of them speak. Sam’s grateful for the silence for once. When Envy speaks, it sounds like Max. Not a voice effected by weird brainwashing, or a voice corrupted from any vices. Just Max.

“Sam.”

“Hm?”

“You’re an idiot.”

Sam smiles, glad to see his buddy is back and replies with, “I know.”

And with that, Sam sees a puff a smoke appear and his arms fall. On his lap, where Envy once was, is Max’s ear.

#sam and max #envy is our blorbo #or at least mine

[lady-lunaaa]

Nice

Pairing: Annie Leonhart x f!reader

Rating: Mature (mostly sfw, a little suggestive)

Warnings: none really, just some cutesie couple stuff with Annie because she deserves it <3

WC: 1.4K

a/n: just a lil' spring drabble because i'm enjoying the season and I have Annie brainrot. this idea was inspired by some of my favourite fanart of Annie painting Bertie and Rei's nails 🥺 please check out the artist - they draw all the aot babes beautifully! Thank you to my gorgeous wife @dabilove27 as always for being my beta, I adore you <3

The weather was perfect; the sun warmed your exposed skin as the spring breeze played gently with your hair. You were currently kneeling in the grass and painting Annie's toenails while she lay stretched out on a lounger. Her arms were slung over the sides and her face was tipped towards the sun as she basked in the warmth looking for all she was worth like a very pretty and spoiled feline. You smiled to yourself as you had an idea, carefully painting the outline of a kitty onto her big toe, concentrating on not messing up your handiwork.

Annie often painted your nails for you (and Bertolt and Reiner's if they didn't run away from her fast enough). She claimed to find it calming, and you had to admit, she was right. The sounds of birdsong and trickling water from the pond helped, it was very zen in the garden, and a rare moment to have it all to yourselves. Bertie and Rei were out with friends which meant the house you all shared was a lot less crowded than usual.

You zoned out while you worked, barely aware of the way your tongue stuck out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. Annie noticed though. She noticed the way your brow furrowed in concentration as you worked gently and precisely. She would never admit it but she liked being pampered this way by you, just having you close while she did nothing at all in particular. It was peaceful. She felt peaceful around you. It was truly a testament to her feelings for you that she let her guard down so completely in your presence. You, on the other hand, never had any trouble giving all of yourself to Annie from day one. She just elicited that desire in you to earn her trust and companionship - much like the cats she was so fond of.

It was lucky the sun was out as it dried the polish quickly avoiding any smudges. You'd opted for a soft shell pink for Annie today, a little different from her usual black, and it matched her cropped top perfectly. The tiny pink straps hugged her delicate shoulders, the fabric flaring out around her stomach and showing off the little black gem sparkling at her navel. Annie was wearing tight, black hot pants today on account of the weather and they framed her athletic build in a tantalising display. Her muscled thighs were squished together in her seat and you had trouble staying fully focused on your task.

You felt Annie shift imperceptibly, not wanting to jog your hand, and you adjusted your grip on her heel accordingly. She was watching you. You didn't need to look up to tell. She often watched you while you did things, like reading in your favourite chair or making yourself a snack in the kitchen. Her stare was always silent and intense and it often unnerved you. You'd never had anyone watch you quite so intently before. You didn't mind of course, it was flattering, but you knew she'd call you out for doing the same to her - call you a simp or a creep. Lovingly, of course.

Eventually you looked up at her face, one striking blue eye was cracked open and watching you. She was squinting slightly in the light, her nose scrunching with the action - she looked so damn cute. You watched her watching you for a moment before you spoke. "What do you think you're looking at?" Your voice held a challenge as you raised a brow at her questioningly.

"Your face." She replied bluntly, tucking her bangs behind one ear.

You stifled a smile, "Oh yeah? And what about it?" You couldn't help but push her a little, wanting to mock her for so obviously staring. You'd been together for several months now and Annie often appeared as stoic as ever, which meant you had to savour every little moment you caught her being vulnerable or affectionate. Despite her obvious impatience at your teasing, you knew she enjoyed it really. She was often cheekier than you at times.

She sniffed at you and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's nice."

"Wow, you're such a romantic, Leonhart!'' You pretended to swoon at her words, holding a hand to your chest, careful not to jab yourself with the nail brush and ruin your favourite blouse.

Annie leant forward to swat your arm and you tipped back out of her reach, laughing as you wobbled on your toes, your knees leaving the ground for a moment. She rolled her eyes and flopped back into the lounger, extending a muscled leg and wiggling her toes at you commandingly. She wasn't a huge conversationalist but that worked out well since your brain and mouth worked a mile a minute. Sometimes you'd both sit in each other's company for hours without talking - just doing your own things together. She taught you to slow down and enjoy the little moments.

You settled back into place and grasped her wiggling foot with an exaggerated sigh, content with your games for now, and dipped the brush back into the polish so you could paint the last of her nails.

Once you finished, you screwed the top back onto the bottle and ducked your head to kiss the inside of Annie's ankle to signal that you were done. She attempted to pull free from your grasp to check the final look but you only tightened your fingers around her foot. You firmly held her still and pressed another kiss to the inside of her calf. And then another to the inside of each knee, bending her leg until her foot rested on the striped fabric of the lounger. Her skin was warm and slightly sticky with suncream.

You looked up at her as you hovered over her thigh, breath fanning over her bare skin, and all the while she watched you placidly. She looked calm, almost bored, but you saw her chest rise and fall a little quicker than normal. She had a faint blush running across the apples of her cheeks and the sunshine had brought out the spatter of freckles across her nose. She was the most striking woman you'd ever seen, all at once delicate and strong, powerful and dainty. No wonder you'd fallen hard. You waited, stringing out the moment, your lips ghosting her soft flesh….

And then you sat back with a sigh. "So, my face is nice, huh?" The look Annie gave you was one of flustered irritation as she clicked her tongue between her teeth. You loved riling her up till she took what she wanted, her countenance shifting from impassive to determined, those blue eyes bright with want. It was your favourite look on her. Her manicured hand shot out to grab the collar of your shirt in a clenched fist and she leant down until her face was inches from your own. Her forwardness always managed to surprise you, even when you pushed at her patience, hoping for that exact outcome. You were at mercy to her whim and your cockiness deserted you as you relaxed into her grip without thinking.

"Don't be a tease." Her voice was smooth as silk, low and commanding, and it made your stomach flip. Her brazen attitude that seemed to emerge without warning gripped you by the throat every single time. It was thrilling - never truly knowing when she would strike with those pretty claws. Now it was your turn to cast her a bashful gaze as your mind stumbled over itself trying to recover.

Luckily, Annie ended your internal struggle with her lips crashing into your own. Her fingers twisted into the cotton of your blouse as your mouths moved together, hot, bruising and insistent - a far cry from your earlier light-hearted behaviour. She smelled like sunshine and you could taste the lingering flavour of the strawberries you had for breakfast on her tongue. She took your breath away, stealing it from your lungs as you explored her mouth greedily, lost in her taste and touch.

When you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead against hers and gave a lazy grin. "If that's my reward for being a tease then I think I'm okay with it."

Annie smiled gently at your love drunk expression and you drank in the sight of her pretty pink lips curving upwards. It really was a perfect day. You hoped you'd get many more spring days like this with her. That would be nice.

Thank you for reading! 💙

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

#attack on titan fanfiction #annie leonhart x reader #annie leonhart #annie leonhart x you #aot fanfic #snk fanfic #my writing #🌜luna writes🌛

[nottapossum]

Itty Bitty imps chapter 8: Solutions💚

Summary:

Fizzarolli doesn’t want to be reclassified, and though Asmodeus understands why, he wonders if it may be necessary

Notes:

TW: cursing, kidnapping, panic attacks. Lmk if I should add

~~~Fizzarolli and Asmodeus ~~~ Fizzarolli and Asmodeus have made so much progress these last few months. 

They’re officially boyfriends now, Fizzarolli is more honest about when he’s feeling little, and he’s trusting Ozzy a lot more.

Today for example, Fizzarolli confessed something to Asmodeus that scared him to before:

“I wan’ to wear a tutu.” He said to him, Fizzarolli is five at the moment, that’s the youngest he’s ever been so far. He may not be a very young little, but damn he sure was cute.

“A what now?” Asmodeus asks. Obviously he knows what a tutu is; but, sometimes Fizzarolli will ask for something and Asmodeus would get it for him, only to find out it was not at all what he wanted at all and the rooster had misunderstood him.

“A tutu. Like a skirt. For me.” Fizzarolli explains. “I wan’ a swishy one.” He explains.

Asmodeus nods. “I think we can arrange that. What color?”

“B-blue, or green.” Fizzarolli says. 

“Alright, I will add it to the list.” Asmodeus says.

“And- and-“ Fizzarolli’s breathing increased; he was very happy, but also very nervous about asking Asmodeus for anything, his whole life he’d learned not to bother people, and now with Asmodeus acting as his caregiver, he had to ask if he wanted something. “I need- I need makeup to look pretty.” He says.

Asmodeus tilted his head. “But you already look so pretty, little one.” Asmodeus says, honestly he’s just not enthusiastic about cleaning up makeup stains, but he didn’t want to say no before finding out just how much fizz wanted this.

“Please?” Fizzarolli asks. “I wan’ to feel good- uhm- like a uhm.” He couldn’t think about how to describe it, words were hard sometimes, especially when he was feeling anxious- “Gender!” He shouted. 

Asmodeus smiles. “Gender?”

Fizzarolli nods. “Yeah, I want to gender.”

Call Asmodeus a sucker for spoiling his little clown so much, but the way Fizzarolli had gained the confidence to ask him for something so important and to keep at it while internally (and externally) panicking; Asmodeus felt that a few makeup splotches on the furniture wasn’t worth throwing that all away and shooting Fizz down. “Alright, little one. But, I want you to be careful not to make a mess with it.” Ozzie says. “And ask me before using it.”

“Yes yes yes! Thank you!” Fizzarolli shouts happily, hugging the rooster and squealing enthusiastically. “You’re the bestist ever!”

Asmodeus smiles at him. Yes, Fizzarolli and him have made so much progress, trust was being built, they knew where they were in their relationship…

The only problem was Mammon. 

Littles should be regressing at least once a week- or once every two weeks for some. Fizzarolli only has time once every three or four weeks, two if he’s lucky. 

Mammon has determined to have full control over Fizz, he doesn’t have a say in anything at all! 

~~~Later:~~|

Asmodeus knew this conversation would not go well. He has been putting it off for a while, waiting for things to get better between them and building more trust before deciding to ask this. Fizzarolli has to understand that you can’t hide completely from people, rules are in place for a reason, even if it can be unbearable sometimes.

“Fizzarolli, can I talk to you about something?” Asmodeus asks before the show the next day.

“Sure thing, Oz!” Fizzarolli says. 

It was kinda cruel to ask Fizzarolli about this to then have him entertain a lot of sick minded freaks, but he wanted Fizz to be in a good headspace while talking, and after the show, he’s certainly going to be exhausted. The two of them walk into Ozzie’s office and Asmodeus doesn’t waste any time to tell Fizzarolli exactly what he’s thinking:  “I want to adopt you.”

“What?!” Fizzarolli asks.

“I said…” Ozzie takes a deep breath. “I want to adopt you.”

Fizzarolli forces out a laugh. “Ozzie, you can’t adopt me.” He says.

“Why not?” Asmodeus asks carefully. He wants Fizz to understand that he’s serious about this. 

 Fizzarolli looks at him confused. “Because! I’m not- and you’re- and- and Mammon- you- fucking what?”

“Fizzy, breathe. I can’t understand you right now, you need to structure your sentences, love.” Ozzie explains. 

“You need to structure your brain!” Fizzarolli insults. “What exactly are you suggesting here?” His eyes were big and sad, feeling betrayed by the only person he thought he could actually trust- how could Ozzie ask this of him?

Ozzie swallowed nervously. “I want you to be reclassified then I want to be your legal caregiver.”

“Ozzy, we’ve talked about this before, I’m case you forgot.” Fizzarolli says.

“I know, and I do understand. But, I’m worried about you, hun. You work so hard and you hardly ever get a break.” Ozzie says. “Someone has to make sure mammon can’t take advantage of you anymore.” 

“I’m fine! Reclassifying me will mean that I’d have to sacrifice everything I’ve worked so hard for! Don’t you understand that? I’d always have someone telling me what to do, how to dress, what to think!” Fizzarolli shouts.

“Isn’t that already happening to you?” Ozzie asks. “At least if I was your caregiver, I could make sure that Mammon doesn’t overwork you anymore. He won’t be in charge of you.”

“Oh, so you can be in charge of me instead?” Fizzarolli asks.

“No! Well- yes, legally I would be. But, Fizz, you know I would never-“

Fizzarolli shakes his head. “We just started dating, are you absolutely sure that you want to push this?” He asks.

“Fizz…” 

“I trusted you!” Fizzarolli says. “I told you that no one can know about it, I told you that I got it handled.”

“Fizz, please calm down. I will not do anything unless you’re okay with it.” Asmodeus reassured him.

“Well, I’m not okay with it!” Fizzarolli shouts again. 

“Then I won’t do anything! I just wanted you to think about it, that’s all.” Asmodeus says.

Fizzarolli takes a few deep breaths to calm down. “I’m sorry.” 

Asmodeus nods. “It’s alright, are you okay?”

Fizzarolli nods. “Yeah… I think so.”

“Will you please tell me why you don’t want this? Be specific, I’m just trying to understand so we can reach a better solution.” Asmodeus says.

Fizzarolli nods. “I’ll be labeled in the system for life; I’ll have to follow rules that were written to ‘keep me in line,’ and I’ll be treated like a kid, even when I’m not regressed; you don’t understand how overwhelming that can be- my whole world would be changing.” He says.

Asmodeus nods. “Alright, I do understand and I won’t try to convince you further. I’m sorry I pushed you.” 

Fizzarolli nods. “Okay.”

Fizzarolli smiles to reassure Ozzie that he’s not mad anymore. He does trust Asmodeus, but he’s so ignorant towards imp issues.

“Let’s get back to work, then if you want, we can head back to my place and I’ll make this up to you.” Asmodeus suggests.

Fizzarolli sighs. “I can’t, Mammon wants me to preform tomorrow morning in sloth, I have to get there by tonight.”

Asmodeus nods, not saying what he’s thinking; instead he just smiles. “Another time then?”

Fizzarolli nods. “Yeah.”

~~The next morning~~

Fizzarolli was asked to meet with Mammon at an obscure hotel in sloth. It was odd, but Fizzarolli didn’t think too much of it. 

He assumed there was a special event there or something. 

Fizz walked into the lobby and found the office-like room Mammon told him to meet him in.

He felt something so off putting about all this- but, reluctantly he knocks on the door.

“Come in.” Says mammon.

Fizzarolli does. “Sir?” 

“He knows about you, doesn’t he?” Mammon asks. 

“What?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Come closer, Fizzarolli.” Mammon instructed. “How long has this been going on?”

Fizzarolli obeys, taking a few steps forward. “I don’t-“

Mammon stands up and looms over the desk. “I’m not stupid, Fizz. I can tell something is going on between you and Asmodeus. The lying, the sneaking around, having him speak for you when you want days off! Fucking him is one thing, but getting serious is completely unprofessional!” 

“Asmodeus and I are not together.” Fizzarolli says.

“I’d love to believe you, I really would.” Mammon slams the newspaper he’s holding on the desk. The headline read: ‘Asmodeus the hypocrite’ With a picture of Ozzie and Fizzarolli together. Implying they’re in love.

“Mammon, you have to believe me, that’s all nonsense. Asmodeus and I aren’t-“

“Asmodeus and I? Fizzarolli, I think you forget yourself.” Mammon says. “What you are, where you come from. I will not put up with this insolence any more!”

“What- what do you mean?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Stop playing dumb, Fizzarolli. You really think just because Asmodeus pays me for your services, that you can use him to get what you want?” Mammon asks.

Fizzarolli takes a step back. “N-no.”

Mammon walks in front of Fizz. “You are nothing! I made you who you are, you would be nothing without me! Remember that, puppet.”

Fizzarolli nods.

“You won’t be working with Asmodeus anymore. Do you understand me?” Mammon asks.

Fizz sighs, this was the best life an imp like him could have. Mammon is the reason Fizzarolli is still alive…

But Asmodeus was the reason Fizz was living. 

“No.” Fizzarolli says to mammon. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Mammon, I gave you everything, I sacrificed everything!” Fizzarolli shouts, now moving forward for mammon to walk backwards. “You took my limbs, you take my freedom, my life, my sanity, my pride! You’re not taking me away from the only person I actually care about!” Fizzarolli shouts.

Mammon tisks. “What has he done to you?” Mammon snaps his fingers and two guys show up from practically no where to grab Fizzarolli.

“What no, wait, stop! What are you doing?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Don’t worry, puppet. In the end we can all benefit from this experience.” He says. Mammon follows as the men drag Fizzarolli through an emergency exit. “You get the days off you require, I make sure no one lays a finger on you.” Mammon smiles. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, Marionette.”

Fizzarolli breathes heavily as he’s taken into mammon’s van.

“Wait, wait, wait- please, mammon! Don’t do thi-“

The door slams, and eventually the car starts moving.

It’s over. Fizzarolli’s entire life is over…

He wishes he never worked for Mammon.

Blitzo and Barbie were right…

~~~Past: Fizzarolli, age 18~~~

Mammon left Fizzarolli with his card to give him a call when he was ready to make up his mind about working for him. This was every performers dream! The Mammon wanted him? He could hardly believe it!

He wanted hours for Blitzo to come back from his work, another‘special client’ whatever that means.

He had already told Barbie that he had big news, and she was dying to hear it. “Just tell me already, fucking doorknob!” She practically begs.

“We have to wait for Blitzo, I want to tell you both at the same time.” 

They waited a good three hours for Blitzo to finally get back.

Blitzo walked over to the two of them, Fizzarolli stood up and started: “Blitzo! I have something to-“ 

Before Fizzarolli could finish, Blitzo grabbed his arms and looked him dead in the eyes. “Fizzarolli, I figured it out.” Blitzo says. 

“You- figured what out?” Fizz asks.

“A way out of here, I’ve been charging a little extra from every personal client and taking the rest of the money and storing it where Cash can’t find it.”

“Oh- uh- Blitzo-“ Fizz tries to interrupt, but Blitzo let go of his boyfriend and started pacing, continuing to talk: “I’ve saved up a little over 6,000$. I know it’s not a lot, but it is enough to get us all started. I know of a place in wrath. That place is full of weirdos and dirt. We’ll fit right in.” 

“Blitzo, Of all the rings in hell, why the inbred kingdom?” Barbie asks.

“Blitzo, I have something to say.” Fizzarolli tries to interrupt at the same time, but it did nothing to stop his rambling. 

“Don’t worry, we won’t stay there long, just long enough for Cash to get bored. We’ll eventually head to Imp city in the pride ring, there are a million opportunities there for us there. We just need to convince mom to leave, and I think I can-“

“The mammon wants me to work for him!” Fizzarolli explains loudly.

Barbie and Blitzo stop to look at Fizzarolli. 

“What?” Blitzo asks.

“He asked me to work for him, and I’m going to say yes.” He explains. 

Barbie and Blitzo continued to stare at him; both with silent shock for a few moments.

Barbie started to speak first: “You’re seriously going to-“ 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Blitzo shouted, interrupting his sister. 

“Blitzo, listen.” Fizzarolli says.

Blitzo interrupts. “No, you listen! After everything we’ve been trying to do, everything we’ve been working on, the circus, being independent and working on our own! Ring a bell? We’ve been dreaming about this since-“ 

“No, you’ve been dreaming about that! Blitzo, this is a guarantee, I’ll be successful.”

“Successful? We’ll be successful.” Blitzo says. “Working for ourselves with no one to tell us what to do- I’m offering freedom here! What is he offering?”

“He’s offering me a name of my own. Comfort. Blitzo, we have to do what we can to get out of here.” Fizzarolli explains. 

“And that’s worth it to you? Money and comfort for the expense of your freedom?” Blitzo asks. 

“Look around you, that’s all anyone does around here! You know nothing about this, so don’t even start with me, okay?” Fizzarolli asks.

“How can you just ditch us like that?” Blitzo asks. “And what exactly can’t I understand?!” Blitzo demanded to know. “I lived the same horrible life you did.”

“Guys-“ Barbie sighs.

“I have nothing!” Fizz shouts. “Why can’t you see tha-“

“You had everything!” Blitzo shouts back.

“Oh yeah, right. Except a family, someone to give a damn about me, a decent pay wage for all the work I do!” Fizzarolli complains.

“Oh please, everyone loved you, you know you’re Cash’s favorite little pet!” Blitzo shouts. 

“Guys, stop! You’re supposed to love each other for fucks sake!” Barbie interrupts.

“Not like he’s ever said it.” Fizz mumbles.

“You really think now is a good time?!” Blitzo asks. 

“You know you’d take this deal if you could!” Fizzarolli says.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Blitzo says. “You’re nothing but a selfish, overrated, sellout! You want fame so bad you’re willing to step on others to get it.” Blitzo says.

“Blitzo, I thought you’d be happy for me.” Fizzarolli says. “I know you have this big plan to start your own circus and I really do think you’re going to be successful. But, I’m not like you, I have to do what’s best for me.” 

“Well, I’m not happy for you, and I hope you’ll realize what a big mistake this is.” Blitzo says. 

“What kind of boyfriend does that make you?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Well, since you’re ditching me for mammon, I guess I’m just not your boyfriend.” Blitzo says. “You can go ahead and fuck with him from now on.” Blitzo walks away.

Barbie rolls her eyes. “Hope it was fucking worth it.” She says before leaving to follow her brother. 

“Guys…” Fizzarolli tried to stop them, but it was no use.

He lost everything that day…

#helluva boss age regression #itty bitty imps #Little!FizzerRolli #hazbin hotel agere #helluvabossagere #helluva boss agere #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss

[innytoes]

Chaotic prompts! 57 + any combo of the boys!

I’m sorry, I wasn’t catcalling you, I was catcalling my buddy.

Alex wasn't even sure how it started anymore. He was pretty sure Reggie had been trying to boost their confidence, except all his usual pep-talks and 'own your awesomeness' had failed him that day. So he'd resorted to drastic measures.

Drastic measures apparently being cat-calling his bros.

It shouldn't have worked. Except then Bobby had let out the most uncharacteristic giggle, and that had just encouraged him. And then Bobby had started doing it too. And Luke had picked up on it. And listen, Alex was not about to be bested by these nerds.

And now instead of saying hello like normal people, Sunset Curve greeted each other in the worst possible way.

"Damn, baby, you got some fries to go with that shake?" Alex called, waving to Reggie as he was crossing the street.

Except right as he was shouting, this guy was skating by, and instead of making eye-contact with Reggie, he made eye contact with him instead. Oh no. Oh noooo.

His heart flew into his throat when the skater dude stopped, flipping up his board into his hand and pulling off his helmet. Waves and waves of beautiful, glossy hair tumbled down to his shoulders. He was gorgeous. He was radiant. He was frowning.

"Sorry, what?" Skater Guy asked, and oh, Alex was so dead. He was so dead, he was going to get beaten to death with a skateboard for catcalling the wrong person.

"It's just- I mean- I wasn't talking to y- I-" He started stammering.

"Catcalling is severely uncool, dude," the guy said reproachfully, just as Reggie made his way over to them. At least he'd have a witness to his death by skateboard-or-mortification.

"I'm sorry," Alex managed to get out. "I wasn't catcalling you, I was catcalling my buddy."

"It's our thing," Reggie said, leaning into Alex and wrapping a comforting arm around him for a moment, catching him in a side hug. Then he grinned and pulled back dramatically. "Damn son, I like that outfit, it would look even better on my bedroom flooooor." He even added some finger guns, as though Alex wasn't trying to will the earth to swallow him whole.

The cute skater guy blinked, before chuckling. His laugh was really, really cute.

Reggie didn't stop there, though, but kept explaining that is was funnier with Luke, because there were so many bicep and sleeveless jokes they could make, but the real challenge was Bobby, who was the hardest to embarrass. As if on queue, Bobby and Luke rounded the corner, and immediately started wolf whistling.

"Bro are you a parking ticket? Because you have fine written all over you!" Bobby called.

Beside him, the skater guy started laughing harder, and Alex gave into the urge to crouch down and hide his face in his hands.

"Oh dude, you totally got Alex," Luke said, before upping the stakes. "Hey boy, are you Goldilocks, because I've got something here for you that's juuuust right!"

"Kill me now," he said, looking up at the cute boy. Suddenly death by skateboard didn't seem too bad.

The guy bit his lip, mirth dancing in his eyes. That shouldn't be so hot, but it totally was. He leaned down to help Alex up, except then he didn't let go of his hand, instead pulling him closer.

"Did it hurt?" he asked. Alex stammered, too lost in the guy's eyes to give a coherent answer. "When you fell from the vending machine, because you're a snack."

The 'oooohs' of the guys around him ruined the moment they were having, except for how it totally didn't, because hot skater guy started laughing so hard his whole body wiggled, and yeah, Alex was totally gone for this dude. Still, he wasn't about to let himself be bested like that. Instead, he did his best to channel his inner Reggie, and he gave the guy what he hoped was a suave smile.

"Hey baby, is your name Earl Grey?" he asked huskily. "Because you're a hot-tea."

The giggle the guy gave was completely undignified and totally worth all the embarrassment. He tucked his hair behind one ear, revealing a little earring. "My name's Willie," he said, and man, who would have thought catcalling and bad pick-up lines could actually work?

#julie and the phantoms #willex #fanfic #vague polycurve vibes as well #alex mercer #reggie peters #willie throckmorton #I wrote a thing #just guys being dudes #catcalling the homies #this devolved into bad pickup lines because most examples of catcalling are just creepy and not funny

[derireo-galge]

Sweet Giggle Of Yours | 1k | yoonmin✍️🏼

About some moments Yoongi and Jimin shared on and off cameras.

***

Jimin is infuriating.

They were all sat around the table, about to switch on the v app, checking their looks or scrolling through their phones. The younger was sat next to him, apparently very fascinated with the black t shirt Yoongi himself was wearing because he kept fiddling with its wide sleeve.

- What are you doing? - he drawled lazily. Jimin just giggled sweetly while continuing to lift the sleeve to trace his hyung's bicep and shoulder.

- I'm just an innocent observer, Suga-hyung.

His fingers were tentatively reaching further and further, blunt nails grazing the pale skin.

It was truly annoying. Because the moment he would look him in the face the younger would just cover his mouth with his cute stubby fingers and emit his melodious giggles and boy, was it getting to him. Indeed it was, because the dancer carried on during the live as well, but only with his denim clad thighs.

Yoongi was getting hot and bothered and all he wanted to do is to turn those sweet little laughs into songs of passion.

- Was it funny to you? - he whispered in Jimin's ear hours later while caging him against the closed door of his hotel room.

- Yeah, - the younger replied with the smirk on wet plump lips, - And totally worth it. 

* black dress shirt *

Yoongi looked so damn well in a black dress shirt.

It was a globally known fact, as well as his chest being a statement. It was nicely hugging his buff form, making his shoulders and pecs look especially delicious.

Jimin appreciated that a lot.

The material was a bit shiny but all the young man could think about is that chest, shiny and glistening, right above him. He was trying not to squirm too much and cover up his coughs with laughing when Yoongi was rubbing his knee or thigh, every touch igniting a wave of adrenaline and want inside him.

And how dare he do it while talking about a marriage drive through?? After they were done he almost ran towards his room, Yoongi hot on his tail.

With a soft clicking the door locked and they were left face to face, both panting, with reddened cheeks.

- Love the shirt, hyung, - Jimin sassed, trying to regain his breath, - Y-you look stunning.

The elder gave him a once-over.

- You're not so bad yourself, Park Jiminie.

- Yeah? - the young man giggled but was faced with the hand of his hyung lifted up in front of him.

- Don't, - he said curtly.

- What? - Jimin was dumbfounded.

Yoongi groaned, not moving his hand:

- It’s bad enough you look delectable as you are... but those damn laughs, Jimin-ah? - he looked him straight in the eyes, palm on his own chest how, - My heart can't take that!

- Oh, YOU! - Jimin laughed and pushed him to walk back until they landed on a soft bed, - off, everything off, right now! - he paused in the middle of sliding his slacks down his thighs, - but maybe... keep that shirt on?

Yoongi only raised his eyebrow up before complying anyway. 

*studio time *

- Two, three, four! - Yoongi signaled and pressed the record button.

Yet again they were in the studio recording a guide for a song.

The producer wasn't sure as of yet where this track will go or even how it will develop further. Maybe it was partially a good excuse to drag the younger in his abode to relish in the velvety flavour of his voice. Once they were done he saved the file and turned his full attention to the younger.

Jimin walked up closer and lifted his hand to grasp and gently tug at locks of his hair.

- It has grown really well, hyung, - he said, looking all over his head. - Suits you so nicely.

- You think so? - he rasped.

He liked it himself a lot.

- Yeah, you're gorgeous, - Jimin all but whispered.

Yoongi felt himself blushing.

Does he have to be so blunt all of a sudden?

- You just like teasing me, Jimin-ah, - he pouted and tried turning away.

He felt a strong urge to work on that track, any track in fact, so he could stop facing this pretty boy giving out compliments like candy.

But he couldn't move a single inch. In a swift motion Jimin grabbed the armrests of his chair to keep it in place.

He moved closer to his ear only to whisper:

- You blush so prettily, hyung. I have to see it closely. Where else do you blush? May I?

Yoongi didn't have to think hard.

He nodded in agreement and soon he felt dainty hands leaving playful touches and unbuttoning his clothes.

Jimin relentlessly teased and rubbed at the silky smooth skin, squeezing in all the right places, keeping his touches gentle but precise. Soon Yoongi had a lapful of the dancer, wriggling to settle comfortably and leaving featherlight kisses all over his neck and jawline.

His arms were circled around the elder's neck, hands playing with long silky locks, tugging and twirling them as he pleased.

- A-ah, Minnie, - he felt short nips on his clavicle and tried to hold himself from full on grinding up to the younger.

He grabbed his slender waist for support and tried to coax Jimin to relocate to the couch but with no avail.

- I'm starting to think you like this chair more than me, darling, - Yoongi grumbled, - If that's the case you can just have it, you know?

- I know, - the other replied instantly and okay, that was so obviously intentional, gods, Yoongi's blood pressure has never been this high.

He wanted to grab his lover in his arms and drag to their bedroom for a week or two.

Jimin leaned back to full on gaze into his hyung’s eyes.

- I do it because every time you come to sit here, right before your mind gets lots in work, I want you to have me in your thoughts. He said it with a beaming smile but his eyes were dead serious.

It was silent for a few moments, which Jimin used to his advantage and kept gently booping the elder's nose with his pointer finger.

- You're so annoying. - Yoongi said with finality.

- I know.

- You're infuriating me, - he whined.

Jimin snorted:

- Oh, I know.

- Every day I suffer because of Park Jimin.

- Must be fate then, - Jimin whispered so close to his lips, breaths mingling.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

The end

#ai-ee au #bts au fic #bts fanfction #yoonmin au #yoonmin #ai-ee au yoongi x jimin

[theemusex]

Nola Nights

Nola Nights

Jimin X Reader, established relationship, fluff

Jimin and reader just having a nice time in New Orleans; dedicated to my good friend A ;) P.S. I suck at grammar I’m so sorry about that.

The streets were loitered with beads and confetti from the festivities that had just ended two hours prior. Feet aching you requested to take a seat at some of the vacant chairs scattered along the strip in the French quarter.

The night was still which was a complete contrast from the previous nights you and Jimin had spent in New Orleans. After all it was Madi Grad and the city never seemed to sleep during that time. There was the faint playing of Jazz and a few people walking the streets, no doubt coming from one of the bars that are closed late.

Tonight, was your last night here, and to say you were sad was an understatement. You never got to have Jimin like this, alone just the two of you. You met him in during the prime of BTS which hasn’t slowed down. Working on the LA set for their music video ‘ON,’ Jimin had bumped into you pretty hard while fooling around with Tae. Quickly turning around to apologize, he looked into your big bright eyes and knew he was a goner. That was two years ago and you’re here together to celebrate your birthday.

Nudging you slightly, Jimin pulled you from your thoughts.

“what’s on your mind,” Jimin said softly, as he wrapped his hand around yours. You noticed the beaded bracelet you gifted him on his wrist, before looking into his eyes.

“about us, about this place,” you say with a slight sigh before looking down at your intertwined fingers.

“yeah what about it,” Jimin said his thumb now making small circles into your hand.

“I don’t want this trip to end.” You look at him before continuing “it feels like time slow down, and it was just us two. No work, no fans, no commitments just us, but all that ends tomorrow morning. Or should I say a few hours from now” you say, feeling almost breathless after.

Come tomorrow morning you’d be on a flight back to LA, and him Korea. You’ll both be juggling between work and the time difference.

Jimin tugs on your arm, suggesting for you both to stand up. “let’s not worry about that right now,” he said gently. “we’re in your dream city for your birthday”

“it’s hard to not think about it though,” you say reluctantly getting up with a pout on your face. “I-,” you take a deep breath feeling the tears welling up. “I’m just going to miss you soo much,” you say as the tears start to fall.

Jimin heart immediately aches, he knows how hard it is being in a relationship with him. He constantly just wants to tell you to break up with him and be with someone that has a consistent lifestyle, but he knows you’d punch him if he’d ever utter those words and he’s too selfish to let you go.

Pulling you into a tight hug, your head in his chest he takes a moment. He truly doesn’t know how to comfort you because he knows those feelings will still linger and be even harder when you depart.

As if he a genie gave him his last wish, the jazz from earlier became louder as the band started to play outside for the few people left outside. Kissing the top of your head, pulling you away to wipe your tears he gave a soft smile.

“dance with me,” he said only just above a whisper.

You look up at him, slightly hating how he could dance at this moment but doing it just because he looks so cute under the moonlight.

He walks you slowly to center of the street, smiling at the few that also are dancing to the music. You sniffle a bit but take his hand when he reaches out for you.

“one day, this will all be worth it,” Jimin says as you both begin to sway. “we’ll be married and I’m going to put a baby in you,” he pauses shortly “I’m going to put a few babies in you.”

This causes you to laugh like no other. Jimin is proud of himself.

“put a baby in me, yeah you’ve been around Tae for too long.” you say causing Jimin to laugh.

“maybe I have been, but it’s true,” he says pulling you closer.

“yeah I’m ready for all the practice,” you say with a little laugh.

As if the jazz band could sense your mood pick up, so did the music and causing cheers from the few people dancing.

“spin me,” you say and Jimin happily obliges.

“I love you,”

“I love you more”

“I love you most”

“I love you mostest”

“well I love you mostest too,” you say beam up at Jimin.

You looked so pretty he almost dropped down on one knee right now. But he’s a firm believer in keeping occasions separate, so swaying you around the French quarter is what was best for right now.

You guys dance some more, move up and down the French quarter saying sorry when you bumped into people laughing the night away. You shared a few soft kisses as you swayed. And before the night was done Jimin was sure to tip the jazz band generously and get a video for Tae.

“hey,” Jimin said has you hummed in response

“I love you mostest,”

“I love you mostest too”

#jimin x reader #jimin fanfic #jimin fluff #bts fanfic #bts jimin #bts #fluff #jimin oneshot

[sherwoodknights]

HAPPY BARRICADE DAY!!!

I have absolutely 0 new content to share with my fellow revolutionaries to celebrate

So instead I offer you my rather long and rambling notes I made after watching the Les Mis tour in Manchester a couple of months ago

Quick warning; They're absolutely feral and incomprehensible

Pre:

• Cafe Rouge for a meal beforehand. Very French, definitely felt like I could organise a revolution in there. Set the mood very well

• Lime Bar for drinks. Less mood-setting, but I did get a martini so it was worth it

• MERCH! Got a tote bag and a keyring along with the programme because of course I did

Act 1:

• Look Down did not shy away from attacking people damn. Many dudes got punched multiple times each, special RIP to the guy who got whipped 30 seconds into the song

• Okay yeah no I see where the Earl Carpenter hype comes from. His Bishop is pretty dilf-y

• Dean just kept wandering aimlessly in Soliloquy, idk if it's intentional I just noticed it.

• KATIE!!! BELOVED

• Yeah the foreman is completely hateable, I despise him, get your hands off her, that's enough sir

• I Dreamed A Dream 🥺🥺🥺🥺 need I say more?

• Also Fantine got thrown onto the floor at least 5 times in the space of about 10 minutes like girl are you good do you need me to punch some bitches for you

• Lovely Ladies was fun all things considered

• Except for the foreman showing up and being Fantine's first customer (he looks her up and down and calls her "the virtuous Fantine" again, which made me want to punch him even more and then throw up)

• The Arrest was fine, there was just one small moment where Nic's timing was completely out and it just annoyed me lmao

• There was a really cute moment at the end of Who Am I where not-Valjean gets set free and there was a woman (presumably his wife) who just ran to him and he did the whole "pick up and spin her around" hug and it was adorable

• Confrontation my beloved, the chain choreography was wonderful (and kinky, I'm not complaining)

• Castle On A Cloud was adorable, nothing more to say

• RIP to the dude who got bullied for the entire first verse and chorus of Master Of The House it was very funny

• My gender is the multiple dandies in Master of the House also, there were several and I loved them all

• "BYE COURGETTE" *proceeds to make out with his wife on the stairs while laughing like a madman* ugh thenardier my beloathed funnyman <333

• The little meet-cute between Cosette and Marius was adorable, he bumps Into her and she just Falls On The Floor and stares up at him, it's so sweet

• GAVROCHE PLAYING POLICE OFFICER WITH THE BATON HE STOLE AKSJSIEKEKE BELOVED I CARE

• I love Eniolras' logic during Red and Black of "confiscate Grantaire's alcohol.... but give it back to him two seconds later so he can make a dick joke at Marius' expense"

• THE AMIS PLAYING PIGGY IN THE MIDDLE WITH GRANTAIRE AND HIS BOTTLE AKSNEKSNSNDKDNDND

• There was this moment of just. silence. after the Lamarque news came and everyone found a seat and took a second, it really hit me in the feels for some reason

• One Day More. Iconic. Wonderful. Funny little marching.

Act 2:

• The barricade reveal was fun, very dramatic I loved it

• CURSE LES MIS TUMBLR FOR INFORMING ME OF EARL'S BARRICADE CHARACTER, I KEPT WATCHING HIM

• On a related note, Earl made guarding Javert his Job And Business™️ and kept getting annoyed at anyone who went near him, especially Valjean, who looked like he got a death glare

• Eponine was glorious and wonderful and radiant and everything good in the world, her voice was incredible (kinda reminded me of Eva Noblezada) On My Own and Little Fall Of Rain were equal parts beautiful and heartbreaking

• Drink With Me was great with the added Enjoltaire bonus of E being the one to reach for R, and R resisting and moving away

• GAVROCHE AND GRANTAIRE RIGHTS OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

• After Drink With Me, Grantaire went to his corner to stew in his drunk loneliness and existential crisis, but Gavroche just ran over to him and gave him the most adorable "I don't care if you're twice my height, I'll hug your damn knees if I have to" hug and Grantaire was stroking his hair and being a protective bro, then they settled together for all of Bring Him Home 🥺🥺🥺

• Gav flipping off Javert, yes my feral child, get him, destroy him

• And to immediately destroy that image, Gav's death was absolutely tragic, as expected. He finished the little bit of Little People stood on a railing on the barricade and then gets shot, where he falls in Enjolras' arms. Grantaire realises what's happened and races to Enj, who just silently  places the body in his arms. R just sort of carried him to the corner of the stage, kept trying to shake him awake and stuff, and fucking collapsed, he was silently grieving over Gav through half of the battle.

• THEY ALSO SPOTLIGHTED EVERY GUY AS THEY DIED. THERE WAS NO MISSING WHO WAS GONE, THERE WAS FULL FOCUS ON THEM THANKS TO THE LIGHTING.AND THEY WERE ALL GOING FOR IT ACTING-WISE, YALL WERE SHOUTING EACH OTHERS NAMES AND CRYING OUT, THEY WERE NOT PLAYING AROUND

• Enj climbs a railing similar to Gav then falls backwards behind the barricade when he's shot, Grantaire sees it and climbs up enough to be visible so they can shoot him. It was devastating.

• Turning was so haunting man. It was also kinda wholesome in that some of the women were clearly upper class while some definitely weren't, but they all comforted each other and left together

• Empty Chairs fucking DESTROYED ME HOLY SHIT! THEY ALL BLEW OUT THE CANDLES TOGETHER AND WALKED OFFSTAGE, BUT ENJOLRAS STAYED FOR A SECOND AND PUT HIS HAND TO HIS HEART BEFORE LEAVING UGH IT WAS THE MOMENT THAT PUSHED ME TO THE VERGE OF TEARS

• In order to distract me from this, I paid much more attention to the ensemble than I should have during the wedding because then I could pretend that yeah that's definitely just Grantaire with a ponytail dancing with Cosette, everyone's alive and well and doing just fine, nobody's dead (Applying the Hamilton logic of ponytail=new character is out of the question here boys, it's matter of my sanity being at stake, ponytail=same character they're all okay and the National Guard just has stormtrooper level aim)

• "This one's a queer, but what can you do?" Said one proceeds to do the most gloriously homosexual laugh, followed by The Gay Run™️ across stage, beautiful

• Earl's footman character looked like he needed a raise honestly, I don't think he's getting paid enough to deal with these idiots

• I had to resist the urge to cheer when Marius punched Thenardier. Eponine would be so proud of him <3

• The Bishop hugging Valjean when he goes to heaven, we love to see the dilf solidarity in this house

#barricade day #barricade day 2022 #les mis uk tour #les miserables #les amis de l'abc #les mis #jean valjean #javert #fantine les mis #cosette #marius pontmercy #cosette fauchelevent #eponine thenardier

[projectcaramel]

No Forgiveness (2) - Obey Me! Belphegor

“Sidra, have you seen my pillow?” I glanced away from my D.D.D. to see Belphegor yawning without his favorite cow-patterned pillow. 

“Why am I the first person you ask?” I questioned testily, and he rubbed his eye while inhaling slowly through his nose, a soft, drowsy groan coming from his throat as he exhaled again. Although he was lacking the pillow, it seemed as if he’d fall asleep standing up. 

“Because you’re sitting here,” he replied with a slow blink. “If you haven’t seen it, then whatever...”

“I saw Mammon hugging it earlier,” I relented eventually, and briefly, Belphegor’s eyes widened before he faintly smiled at me. 

“Thanks,” he replied before he drifted off, and I returned to my D.D.D. “Oh, actually...” I glanced up again to see that Belphie had stopped and turned back towards me. 

“What?”

“Do you want to come up to the attic?” Chills racked up and down my spine, and I’d barely even noticed it, but my D.D.D. had dropped onto the floor, almost on top of my feet. “Hm? Sidra?” 

“The... attic?” 

“Yeah,” he replied, and for a moment my stomach lurched, and I covered my mouth as I remembered that moment. That dreadful mistake. “You look sick.” 

“Fuck off,” I whispered. “Didn’t you hear me?! I SAID FUCK OFF!” Belphegor looked at me for a long, long moment as I panted, swallowing the memories of that day before they could rise up, acid in my stomach. The Avatar of Sloth eventually left without another word, leaving me alone and brooding. 

—

“Beel... how do you say you’re sorry to someone who doesn’t want anything to do with you?” I stopped in my path to my room, loitering outside the door of the twins’ room. 

“Hm? Are you talking about Sidra?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Hm... I don’t really know. Maybe you should get her a gift.” 

“She won’t accept anything from me though,” Belphegor replied, and I heard him throw himself into his bed. “Even though I don’t want to hurt her anymore, she won’t trust me.” 

“Do you think it’d help if I talked to her?” Belphegor paused for a very long time after that. 

“It’s worth a shot,” he said eventually, and I almost opened the door then and there. What kind of response would he have given me if I had? And yet... something stopped me from doing so. There were two possibilities. The first, and more hopeful of the two, was that he really did want me to forgive him. But the second, and more likely option was that he knew I’d been eavesdropping. It was just a show. 

I refused to fall for it again. 

—

As it turned out Belphie had gotten several members of his family involved in his plot to make me trust him again other than Beel. It was quite well done, I must admit, when Beel pretended to be startled by the brothers arriving on the scene. 

“Sidra,” Lucifer said, with that irritating, patronizing tone of his, “Belphie doesn’t want to kill you. We already went over this.”

“Yeah, the guy’s always liked humans anyway!” Mammon interjected, and each of the brothers started trying to convince me that Belphegor really wasn’t as bad as I thought he was.  

“I’d think you’d be more irritated that he doesn’t do anything all day.”

“He’s actually pretty loyal.”

“He might act a little spoiled sometimes, but he’s still adorable, you know~?” Asmodeus laughed, even as Beel looked at his siblings almost in awe before he turned back to me, smiling with that big, goofy grin of his. 

“Yeah. He’s the best twin brother.” 

“Is this some kind of bullying?” I asked finally, and their expressions turned confused. “He didn’t betray any of you!” I retorted. “It’s easy for you to say, ‘oh, he’s our cute little brother’! Bullshit! You guys have known him all your lives, but what about me?! The only way I’ll ever remember him is for what he did to me! The way he manipulated me! Do you have any idea how it felt to...!” I got choked up, and I couldn’t finish my sentence, hunching over as if I were going to hurl. I felt sick again as my back throbbed with phantom pain. “Leave me alone.” 

And, eventually, the brothers left one by one to leave me in my misery. It left me feeling a small sense of victory, especially since Belphegor must have orchestrated this to make me trust him again. 

I almost screamed however when someone approached me from behind and wrapped their arms around me. 

“Calm down... It’s just me.” 

That wasn’t reassuring.

“Don’t cry.” 

“Get away from me,” I half-growled, half-sobbed. I felt like a wounded animal protecting its pride, which in a sense, was accurate.

“Do you promise to stop crying if I do?” 

“Yes, so get away from me, you son of a—!” He let go of me and left without another word before I’d even finished cursing him. I stared after him, watching his every step.

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#obey me belphie #betrayal #belphegor #obey me shall we date #angst #unforgivable #ptsd #hatred

[afanficsi]

Love of my life (shawn Mendes x male!reader) (pt.2)

The whole night you dreamt of Shawn, his pretty face, cute hairy and toned body. He made you feel special yesterday and he will pick you up today to go out with him.

At around 6 PM he called you and asked for your address and said that he will be there in 30 minutes. You quickly got ready, everything needed to be perfect. You fixed your hair and chose a outfit.

At 6:30 PM you came out, about a minute later a luxurious car pulled up. Then Shawn came out of the drivers seat with flowers in his hand. He walked up to you.

"Hey baby", he greeted you while giving you the flowers. You didn't have time to say something because he hugged you and pulled you into a deep kiss.

Then he walked you to his car and opened and closed the door for you. When he got in the car then you saw his outfit.

He was wearing a all black suit, even had a tie.

"You look really pretty today babe", you said.

"Thank you but nothing can ever top you", he complimented you. You just blushed and smiled.

After about 15 minutes of driving you pulled up in the driveway of some fancy restaurant.

----------

When the dinner was done he didn't let you pay. He invited you over to his place. You got there and he suggested that you watch a movie together.

Shawn put on a movie in his bedroom and gave you something to change into but for some reason he didn't change. He laid on the bed and pointed between his legs.

You jumped between his legs and put your head on his chest. You could now feel his breathing and his pretty perfume. Halfawy through the movie you started feeling tired and sleepy.

It didn't take you long to fall asleep on his comfy chest. When he saw you sleeping he smiled and kissed your hair and forehead.

When the movie was over you woke up to find him looking at you with a cute face.

"You are so cute when you sleep love", he said kissing you again but this thim on lips.

"Your chest is the only pillow I'll ever need", you said.

"Also, do you like my chest hairy or shaved, I've been really hitting gym lately so I think it's better shaved, but your opinion is the only that matters", Shawn asked.

"I think that it would be better if you shaved it, then let it grow out. That way you would be able to look like a dominant alpha man", you told Shawn with a devilish smile on your face.

"So you like dominant and alpha men, huh", Shawn said smiling at you.

"To say that I like them is an understatement", you said.

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Get on the floor like a fucking bitch you are and worship this body", Shawn yelled at you after moments of silence.

His words caught you off guard so you got a bit scared. But then quickly jumped to the floor to worship his greek god physique.

He was still wearing his suit. First you started to take off his dress shoes when he slapped you with his foot.

"Lick my shoes you bitch", he told you.

You started licking them. You can't specify what they tasted like, but you liked it. After few minutes you finally got to take off his shoes. Revealing his sweaty and smelly feet and socks

"Mmmhhhhh daddy", you said sniffing his big toe.

"What size do you daddy wear, you feet are gigantic and should be treated with respect, your godly feet have more worth than me", you said.

"Yeah baby, that's right, I wear size 13.5", Shawn said.

You then started licking his socks. Small black pieces of fabric were left on your tongue but you let nothing go to waste.

His sweaty feet that tasted salty were now filled in your spit. Then you took off his socks and put them in your mouth for a deep wash.

In front of you was a glorious sight. You master's giant feet. They smelled so much. He was just smiling.

In between his toes was dust. There was white paste under his toenails that you immediately started to eat. You cleaned every bit of his feet.

Then you started to move. You placed your ass right above his right foot and aggressively shoved it down you hole. You screamed and Shawn moaned. You felt so much pain and started to regret this and tried to take it out.

"Don't you dare take my foot out", Shawn said.

Then he started to move his foot inside. You started screaming from pain but were quickly shut up by his slap.

He was rubbing your prostate with his toes. He just moaned at the sight of you screaming and crying from pain.

[liopleurodean]

Season 10, Episode 20: Angel Heart

Isn't that the Novak house?

This must be a flashback

Poor Amelia

Oh no

A dream?

So the mom is alive

What?

That's freaky

She's definitely not

One of her happiest moments

Claire!

Ouch

Interesting

Poor guy

She's looking for mom

Fair point

She's the furthest thing from a girl scout

Claire...

She never gave a last name

Yikes

Dude.

At least he called

Oh, Cas

Heyo!

Yeah...

Dad mode™

Sounds like fun

You were hurt!

Ouch

I'm sure it was

They want to help

Closure

He did it for you, Claire

He didn't help much

Oh boy

Wait a second. Give or take, two years ago she might've been on the trail of Emmanuel.

Cas...

Right

Um. Bye Dean

Escape artist

Yay

She doesn't like you, Cas

Dean.

Fitting

Yikes

Dean can be scary

Dean, you need to chill a little

Oh, Dean does NOT like those

I'm sure

Hah! If it was Roy, I'd laugh

Weird

And that's not concerning at all

This is weird

I don't believe him

Spooky

But you're getting it anyway

Makes sense

He didn't know his mom

AND THIS IS PRE-SEASON TWELVE????

I'm pretty sure I've heard this out of context and I thought it was post-Amara, but he's literally just talking about time travel 😭😭😭

Sam.

Yeah...

That wouldn't stop Sam

I'm sure

Spooky

An angel?

Yikes

Hey, remember when Sam ragged on Dean for credit card scams? Yeah, me too

Yeah...

Okay fair

What was he taking from Amelia? It almost looked like grace

Aww

GRUMPY CAT

I GOT IT AT THE HOT TOPICAL

And Dean was with him 😭 can you imagine Dean Winchester in a Hot Topic

It's cute!

It wasn't Dean

Dean...

Slammed his face into a table, though

Um.

Right

He didn't kill the guy, though

You've probably heard of Eric Clapton, but if you haven't, he's known for Knockin' on Heaven's Door, I Shot the Sheriff, and Layla (as part of Derek and the Dominos). Jimmy Page is the guitarist and founder of Led Zeppelin.

Nice, Dean

Angel blade, definitely

Of course

Weird

Probably

It's not that simple

Claire.

He's a loose cannon

Dean...

Daddy-daughter date!

Ouch

Claire is more antagonistic

I mean. True.

That's true

Cas... that's a loaded question

Sam.

Sam is right on this one, but it's hard

I LOVE THIS SCENE

Caddyshack!

Bill Murray is awesome

Come on, Claire

How can you know if you like it or not if you haven't seen it?

He's so dramatic

Ok, boomer

Happy Gilmore.

Sylvester Stallone face

The mini-golf is rare

I love the side-by-side

That was unfortunate

Also Cas was a jerk back then

Several times over

That's good to know, I guess

Dean?

I have no clue what's happening

Yup!

So like... an archangel?

*insert Michael joke here*

SMART DEAN TRUTHER

What?

Depends on the angel

There's Amelia

Not exactly

Oh boy

Poor girl

Dean, maybe the lore is both. They prey on some and help others

That's fantastic

Wouldn't be the evilest angel out there

Nah

THE GRASSHOPPER

No promises

Thanks, Cas

That angel was doing some messed up stuff

That's so sad

Jimmy's been gone for a long time

Cas...

Speaking of Claire...

Oh, Amelia

Wake up, Sam

Yup

Dean was right!

That's horrifying

Not for the humans

There's the sword

Evidently not

You kind of screwed up there, buddy

Baby's first hunt!

Two years

Cas!

Family reunion!

Protect your mom

Of course

Where did he go?

Sam?

Enough with the jump scares!

Apparently not

That's suspicious

Oh no

I don't think it is

Figures

Oh no...

Cas to the rescue

This is going great

Um. Bad idea

He's mopping the floor with them

Claire!

There's no saving her

Oh, Claire...

She's in her real heaven now

The light is beautiful

Oh, Jimmy...

This is so sad, but so sweet

Wayward sisters!!!

Heck yeah!

I think Jody has it handled

Yeah

Aw, he got her a birthday gift!

HAH

That's sweet

Worth a shot

Awww

Dude. Throw away the wrapping paper

He's not even 40

She didn't know better

I hope so

Oh, Dean...

Absolutely

This is cute

Hugs!

Of course

Somewhere between

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 10 episode 20 #angel heart

[dklem]

Day three! Just ‘cause i was reading dceased, and it is so good, and i miss them so much

#inktober #dc comics #super sons #jonathan samuel kent #damian wayne #and now after that super sons reunion thing im just fuck u bendis you definitely don't know how to write these two #like there were some pretty cute moments and all (and hugs!!!!!!!) but yeah not worth it #only the art it was really nice and especially the coloring #but anyhow #tom taylor is doing a much better job with them omfg #this one was actually a tbt and i didnt even notice woa

[astroluvr]

can u do one where reader is famous and is dating jack and they have a kid (1 year) and they post her on ig not her face. and one day while they’re out paparazzi is being annoying and trying to get pictures.

“Mama!” your daughter squealed, moving as fast as she could to you from Jack.

You were all back in Kentucky and enjoying the pretty weather in the huge backyard of the home. You were in love with Kentucky and if it wasn’t for your job, you would’ve lived here around the clock. Kentucky captured your heart when you took a step back from the limelight during your pregnancy. Now, to know that your daughter loved it so much, was all the more reason to stay.

“Mama can’t save you!” Jack growled behind her and you laughed from the deck, snapping a picture of Jack snatching Layla up from the ground and into his chest, rolling onto the ground.

You and Jack were particular about what you posted about Layla. There were only a few photos out there and none of them had her face in them. The moment was too cute to pass up on sharing, though. With a thoughtful glance to the two of them who were laughing loudly, you posted it to your Instagram story and put a heart over Layla’s hardly visible face. It was scary to think about the lengths people might go to enhance the picture for a few dollars.

The news over your picture lasted for much longer than the 24 hours it remained up. At first, it scared you, causing you to think that some intense photoshopping revealed your daughter’s face, but that wasn’t the case. People were just overdramatic at the slightest opening into celebrity life.

The matter made you a little more cautious when Jack’s feature bought you to LA. He had to do a good while’s worth of work on an upcoming song, so you decided to follow him with Layla. After a couple of restless days in the apartment, Layla practically told you and Jack that she needed to get out.

“Baby, will you please wear your hat? It’s just like Uncle Urban’s!” you held the tiny denim bucket hat in front of her in an attempt to persuade her.

“Urby?!” she gasped, and you chuckled at her doe eyes.

“Yeah, do you want to wear it now?” she nodded her head and let you put it on, turning around to Jack who was sliding his diamond ring on.

“Look, Daddy.” she demanded his attention and he gave it to her immediately.

“Oh, my goodness. You look so cute, Lala. I’ve never seen such a cute baby in my life.” he exclaimed, tackling the little girl with a hug and rolling around on the bed. You smiled at the two of them and laughed even louder when she rubbed her nose against his cheek like Jack always did to her.

“Jack, you’re going to raise a wrestler.”

“She’s a sweetheart. Like her mama.” he picked her up and they both showed you identical smiles.

Layla was damn near your twin, but nobody could deny that she had stolen Jack’s smile. You walked over and let a kiss on both of their foreheads. “Are we ready?”

Layla nodded excitedly, kicking both of her feet to get down and run to the door. “Go!” she yelled and you and Jack laughed before rushing to open the door for her.

Things went well, despite your nerves. Even with Jack providing that extra sense of protection, you were still worried that paparazzi would come any moment. Every time you saw a camera, you went to pull down Layla’s hat. She began whining about it and threw it off at one point, but Jack was able to ease it back on when she was distracted by a toy store.

Just as you were letting your guard down and waiting for Jack to analyze every shoe in the New Balance store, you heard a loud shuffle. “Look, Layla. Do you think Daddy should get these or these?”

Layla looked up at him and put her hands on both pairs. When you looked around Jack, you saw at least four paparazzi at the door. Jack turned around quickly and looked back down. “Fuck.” he said, trying to hide his panic by smiling.

“Come to Mommy, Layla.” you cooed, clapping your hands to make your arms seem more appealing. She scrunched up her nose while Jack focused on keeping you two out of focus, carefully matching his movements with yours to prevent the paparazzi from getting any revealing angle. “Please? Can I have a hug?”

Layla never skipped an opportunity to have or give a hug. She crawled into your lap and squeezed your neck and gave you a kiss on the cheek. As much as you wanted to savor the moment, Jack could only hide but so much, so you stood up and made your way to the door. Layla began to get curious about all the noise around her, which made getting through the mob of flashing cameras even more frustrating.

“Mama!” she whined loudly, attempting to lift her head up from your shoulder. “Loud.”

“Y/N, look over here. Y/N, show us the baby! Where’s Jack?”

Against your better judgement, you paused to look for Jack and found him shouldering through the crowd. In those three seconds, a paparazzi was able to tug at your arm. You gasped and shouldered them away while Jack’s voice thundered through the mob.

“Yo, I’ll fuck you up!” he yelled, getting enough attention to help you get a little bit further. “If any of you touch my kid or my girl, it’ll be over.”

“Mommy!” Lacey cried, moving anxiously against your body. Her hands moved from around your neck to pull your hand away from her head long enough throw her hat to the ground.

Everything went wrong so quickly. Your heart was pounding and your hands was sweaty. As you tried to concentrate on making it to the car, you could only think about how many pictures they were able to snap of your wailing daughter. The only benefit to come of it all, was her nuzzling her head back into your neck. From behind you, Jack had pushed himself through them all and made his way to you. His hand around your waist made you flinch at first, but when you smelled his cologne, you calmed down.

“I got you, baby.” you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or Layla, but you both calmed down a little.

With more reassurance, you swallowed and proceeded calmly to the car. Jack opened the door and you slid in quickly with Layla still tucked against you while Jack rushed to the front. Paparazzi still tried to crowd you, but when Jack blew the horn and pushed on the accelerator just enough, they moved.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until you pulled Layla back and saw her tears. Although she was fussy during the hectic clamoring, you weren’t aware she was crying so much. Your heart broke for your baby, seeing her eyes red and the staggered movement of her chest made you cry.

“Stop the car, Jack.” you murmured, and he did so immediately, pulling into a diner parking lot. He stared at the two of you with pity.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered into the air while you wiped at Lacey’s tears.

She’d been so eager to leave the apartment earlier in the day, not even ten minutes ago she was the happiest baby in the world, and now she would probably get nervous around flashes or leaving the house.

“Y/N,” he whispered again while you kissed Lacey’s cheeks and let her whimper against you. “Lacey.”

You turned your head when she turned hers, she quietly observed her father before reaching out for him. You released her hesitantly and watched how she cuddled into Jack.

“I’m so sorry, my sweet girl. Daddy’s sorry.”

All three of you sat in silence. Seeing things like that happen to other celebrities could be overwhelming, having experienced it yourself, but as parents it was even more frightening. Your safety and privacy had been challenged over a little girl who meant the world to you and Jack, but a pay check and gossip to the public. You didn’t care how they’d twist the videos; you knew how that went, but to think about your baby girl worrying about a camera in her face made your stomach churn.

When you all got back to the apartment, you and Jack laid Lacey down in your bed. She ended up calming down and falling asleep, leaving you and Jack to yourselves. He was holding you tight, rubbing your shoulder soothingly, although your presence was especially comforting to him.

“I think I want to move to Kentucky. Full time.”

“I'm absolutely down to moving back home, but full time means you won’t be able to do a lot with your job.” he looked down at you and you nodded. “I know today was scary, but you love what you do.”

“I loved what I did before we had a kid. I mean, if my career means anytime we go into a big city, Lacey will be tortured, I’ll give it up.” you said truthfully and Jack pursed his lips.

“I support you no matter what, Y/N, but I’ll still be rapping and paps will still be around. Even if you just take a step back and do a lot of work from home, you’re still going to be risking that. People are going to take what we don’t give.”

You chewed your lip and grew weary thinking about your options. “I don’t know what else to do, Jack. I’m a mother now, and Lacey is my priority. If I take a step back, everything of me will still be exclusive. If I don’t, Lacey will have to pay for it.” you turned your head and looked at him desperately for an answer. “What do I do, Jack?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Jack, that doesn’t help.” you groaned and he chuckled.

“I’m being serious. What do you want to do? What’s the best course of action, baby?”

“I want to pursue my career, but I want to keep my daughter safe while I do it.”

“And if you think that we can, that's what we'll do. Hell, I'll become you and Lay's personal body guard if I have to. That shit was fucked today."

"I'm grateful for you, J. For our life, our baby, keeping us safe, supporting me. I can't thank you enough for it all."

"You don't have to thank me. I did it all with you." you met his gaze and he hooked a finger under your jaw to pull your lips up to meet his. "I love you. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."

"I love you more." you whispered, cuddling up into his chest and letting yourself drift off into a world where nothing bad could happen.

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