#but i'm looking at you with the everyone gets offended now argument and then turn around and complain about '''''feminists''''

[leviscolwill]

something to give each other

pairing: situationship!jude x reader

summary: jude and you are nothing complicated, until one night when you need him more than anything [wc:~800]

contents: angst & fluff at the same time bc why not + maybe a tiny bit suggestive ? idek if this classify as suggestive tbh

note: ikkk it's very short and that's a shit summary just read pls 😓 if u liked it, lmk by reblogging !!

now playing something to give each other by troye sivan...

you don't know what brought you two together. maybe it was the magnetic energy that he had to him, or maybe it was the way your personalities completed each other perfectly. either way, you found yourself wishing your paths never crossed a bit too often.

you and jude weren't anything serious, it was ‘less complicated’ this way according to him. you hung out with your shared friends and when everyone else was heading home, you would share a uber to his house or yours. it was simple really, you both got what you wanted by the end of the night.

and tonight, you needed him to take your mind off this awful day. you couldn't wait for him to make you forget about those stupid exams and these stupid arguments with your friends.

you didn't take the time to greet him like you usually did before kissing jude's lips, maybe bolder than he expected. his fingers gripped your jaw and forced you to slow down and separate from him.

“what's with you tonight?”, you could only roll your eyes at his comment, small talk being the last thing on your mind tonight. thankfully, your fingers raking the skin under his shirt was enough to shut him up. “i just need you, please jude.”

his eyes closed, it was hard to resist your pleas but your voice had a tone that was different than usual and he didn't want you to do something you might regret later, “no, you need to tell me what's going on, we're not doing anything if you don't.”

“fuck off, you never ask me about anything and suddenly you're interested in what's going on?” you couldn't understand the sudden switch in his behavior, it had always been just sex, why complicate it now? “i just need you to kiss me, take off my clothes, and make me feel good, is this too much to ask for?” you could feel your eyes well up in tears the more you spoke, already frustrated by your day, and not wanting to argue with him.

“it's fine if you don't want to have sex, i'll just text someone else.”, of course you didn't mean a word that came out of your mouth, if anything you would leave and cry yourself to sleep in your bed. jude's thumbs wiped tears that you didn't notice were falling before cupping your face in his hands. his eyes looked into yours in a way you weren't used to, your eyes fell on the floor from the intensity of his gaze, but two of his fingers were already tilting your face up, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

the silence between the two of you was becoming embarrassing, “i'm sorry about… all of this, i'll just go. sorry.” you couldn't even turn your back to him before his hand found your wrist, “you're not going anywhere. stay the night, please.”

you couldn't hide the frown on your face, confused by his words, “but you said you wouldn't…” the boy in front of you dramatically pretended to get offended, “this information might surprise you, but my life doesn't revolve around sex.” the giggles that escaped your mouth brought back a smile on both your lips.

jude's hand brought you to his room, although you knew the way all too well already, the warmth of his hand in yours brought you a sense of comfort that you didn't know you longed for. he handed you a shirt that was probably twice your size but would be perfect to sleep in. you embarrassingly looked around you before asking him to turn around, he complied but laughed his back now facing you.

“i've seen you naked so many times already, you shouldn't care about this love” heat was creeping up your face thinking about what he was hinting at, “s’ just different that's all…” your voice was barely audible, and you couldn't even tell if jude heard your words. you got under his sheets and told him he could turn around, his bed now significantly warmer with him next to you.

even with his eyes shut, jude could tell you were tense laying next to him ramrod straight. you felt his arm around you pull you closer, your face now nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

you felt him shift a bit, and kiss the crown of your hair. the action made you heart skip a beat or two and relax more. you hoped you did a good job at pretending to be asleep because you didn't want to deal with the consequences of his ambiguous gestures in the morning. his fingers slowly stroking your hair were lulling you to sleep for real this time.

jude stopped once he heard your light snores and pressed on one more kiss on top of your head. he didn't let himself fall into the arms of morpheus though, already thinking about how he would fix whatever he started tonight.

#giving my fav boy some love after a long time 🤭 #i love situationship!jude i hope you enjoyed that one 💗 #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x you #football one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football angst #football imagine #football x reader #football x you #footballer imagine

[writingforevermore]

she's a man-eater part 2

you've had the worst morning possible, forgot your keys in your house and had to climb through the window, car had an empty tank, bought coffee just to drop it, lost your lesson plans, had a parent scream at you because you mentioned how her kid was late three weeks in a row, stepped on gum, had a kid pee himself, forgot your lunch, your hair went flat, earring fell out during class and disappeared, all within four hours and you still have another four hours of you day to get through.

you storm through the break room, straight to the vending machine, you fumble with your cash. "damn kid, you look like you've been hit by a bus." Melissa laughs.

you whip around, glaring at her. "I am not going to deal with you after the morning I've had, so if you would kindly shut up and leave me alone, I'd appreciate it." you spit out, Melissa tenses up.

"who do ya' think you are comin' in here and talking to me like that?" Melissa stands up, stomping over to you. "just because you've had a bad morning doesn't mean you get to disrespect me, ya got it?" her Philly accent coating her words.

you scoff. "you disrespect me everyday and I always take it, now you wanna get offended when I finally stand my ground? you're so full of yourself, thinking you're all that because you act like you have a stick up your ass" her eyes go wide, as does Jacobs. everyones eyes are on you.

"I knew I had a reason not to like you, at first it was just cause you were new, then I couldn't find another reason to hate you and just when I was thinking about being nice to you, I found my reason, so thank you for clarifying how you truly act. now go before I have to get my bat." she says, just inches away from your face.

you step even closer, maintaining eye contact. "you don't scare me."

the bell rings, interrupting your argument with the red head.

"this ain't over." Melissa storms off. Barbara gets up, shaking her head in disapproval before following her. You deflate. What have you caused?

-

The rest of the day was hell, Melissa took her anger out on the entire school. Every time she saw you, she would clench her fists and storm off in the other direction.

"Miss y/l/n and Miss Schemmenti, get to my office, now!" Ava screams through the intercom, slightly hurting your ears. you walk down to Ava's office, sitting down in the chair next to Melissa, she scoots her chair over, trying to be as far away from you as possible.

"why am I here?" Melissa grumbles.

"because you're acting like you're going to burn the school down, also because of your argument in the teachers lounge. you both need to get over what ever it is between you two because at the end of the day, you're here to work and to respect each other. you don't have to like each other, we all know I don't like Janine, but we all need to get along. when you're on your rampage Melissa, it affects everyone, especially the students and y/n you are never like this. both of you know better"

being lectured by Ava, of all people, made you embarrassed. When she dismissed both of you, Melissa practically runs out of the room. You're quick to jump up and follow her.

"Melissa, wait." You call out, she continues her strides. "Melissa, please just let me apologize." She stops, turning into the bathroom.

"Are you seriously going to follow me into the bathroom?" She asks as you both enter.

"Yes, just let me talk." Once the door closes, she pins you between her body and the door.

Your breathes are mingled from the closeness. "You don't get to tell me what to do. I'm tired of you pushing my buttons until shit like this happens. You're so insufferable!" Just as you're about to respond, her lips interupt you. She presses into the kiss, her mind goes fuzzy as you kiss her back. The taste of cherry chapstick is the only thing you can think about. She pulls back, just enough to make eye contact.

"You're so confusing" You whisper, she smirks.

She leans in slightly. "You kissed me back."

you shake your head. "No matter how much you hate me, I can't seem to hate you." She scoffs.

"I don't hate you, I'm just... attracted to you" She kisses you again, passion lacing the kiss even more.

You pull away. "You have a weird way of showing it."

-

n/a: this two part series is probably my most hated one, I had such a great start for this series and lost motivation for it after I released the first part, I am so so sorry for those who were excited about it, maybe it I have a good idea for another part, ill write it but as of right now, I'm ending it. don't worry though, I will have a lot more fics with Melissa and they will be 100% thought out. thank you for reading!

taglist: @natashamaximoff-69 @lakita-fisher @esposadejoyhuerta @dopenightmaretyphoon @ricejucie @allamanamedearl @marvels--slut

#fanfic #abbott elementary #fem!reader #my fic #wlw fiction #law #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti fic #melissa schemmenti x reader

[606spaceship]

Worst of You — Kuroo Tetsurou

warnings: afab!reader, cheating, manipulative kuroo, angst.

based off this song

You loved the memories that flashed through your head while you stayed in the dark living room seated in the sofa, staring at the clear drink in your hand, waiting for the arrival of your boyfriend on your shared apartment.

Holding dearly every demonstration of affection and love words in carefree afternoons, with no work, no games. Remembering the times after several tiring days of training, when Kuroo pulled her closer and laying on the bed, asking for cuddles and kisses.

Your fingers running from his back to his tense shoulders and his completely uneven hair, feeling the stress going away little by little as the gentle massage calmed him down.

Your phone screen displayed texts from the old Nekoma groupchat, with the well known names of the old team and new names of your college classmates. Your eyes flickered to the screen as the time changed, now 10 pm, while the white kitty rubbed his head on your thigh.

Your attention in the little furball was broken when you heard the door opening, making you got up and walk in direction of the messy raven haired man, that smiled briefly when he saw you. He took off his coat, leaving it on the chair, just like his keys and wallet on the table.

“I'm home” he said, holding your waist and kissing your lips quickly, breaking it apart and crouching down to pet Killua, who meowed weakly in satisfaction. Kuroo start walking to the hallway, heading to the bedroom.

“How was train today?” you asked, sitting on the bed while you could see Kuroo not even making a move to look up from his phone while he took off his shirt.

“Well, the setter is getting used to me already, so I'll say today was a progress,” Kuroo answered, taking his sleeping pants from the closet, typing out something. “How was your day?”

Shuffling with the sleeve of you hoodie, you shrugged your shoulders, leaving Killua to sit on your lap. “Not that good, to be honest. I think-“

“That's great,” he cut you off before you could finish the sentence, brows pulling together as you stared at him in disblief.

“What?” the offended tone of your voice made him look up from the phone briefly.

“I'm just joking,” he smirked, typing one last thing before locking his phone and walking closer to you, who still looked at him with a glare. “'m sorry, I thought that that could lift your mood.”

Kuroo crouched down in front of you to keep a eye contact, hands moving to hold the side of your face and he brushed his finger on your cheeck before any argument started. Killua lifted his paws — the claws showing clearly by the man's proximity to his owner — but Kuroo rolled his eyes, grabbing the white cat and putting him on the chair next to them.

Plopping his body on the bed, pillow lifting his head just a little, Kuroo held your hand, holding up his other arm and pulling you on you gently to lay down with him — which you did — while resting your head on his shoulder, hand holding the black tshirt he was using.

“How about you tell me what happened, hm? I'm all ears,” he said, fingers running through her hair.

With a weak sigh, you start to tell him what happened at the univeristy, how difficult was the current subject you had applied to and it was making you even more stressed with how rude everyone was, only to receive a small hum in answer to show he was listening, even though you knew he wasn't — because when you looked up slightly, you could see the brightness of the screen reflecting on his eyes.

You held his shirt tighter on your grip, but continued talking, the words dying out eventually, stopping completely after a few seconds.

You could only close your eyes, hoping that the sleep would come to you, feeling Kuroo unwrap his arms from around you and turn his back, still typing on his phone.

++++

Opening your eyes you could see Kuroo with a heavy breath, showing he was fast asleep, your body cold from the distance betwen you. Taking the covers from your body and getting up carefully, you made your way to the living room. The small steps of Killua following your every move as you closed the bedroom door.

The lights from the living Tokyo made it able for you to move around without turning on the lights, and you were quick to find your phone resting on the arm of the couch, but you couldn't help but notice the mess by the front door Kuroo had left when he arrived.

With another sigh, you fixed the shoes position and turned to his clothes on the table. Your hands grabbed onto his wallet carefully, and the missing object that was there the night before made you snap your eyes shut and shake your head, closing the wallet with force and leaving on the same place as before, grabbing his coat and hanging on the back of the chair — however the unknown perfume made you scrunch your nose.

Closing one of your hands onto a fist, you walked back to the couch, grabbing the drink from the coffee table and drinking the rest of it, trying to stop the thoughts that were running all around your head, only to hear a disapproving meow coming from Killua, who stared at you with his bright blue eyes.

The screen from your own phone lit up, catching your attention. The small message from Yaku shinning in front of your eyes. “Are you okay?”

It was a simple question, but it made your breath stop on your throat once more, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, not knowing what you should answer. You started asking yourself if he knew the truth, if Kuroo had told him. If that was the case, you couldn't talk to him about that, too afraid that Yaku's loyalty to his old Captain was stronger than their friendship, and that question was only a trap that Kuroo himself had staged.

Pressing your lips together, you could finally type. “Yes, why?”

That was a really big pause to answer

are you sure youre alr?

You: yes. Why are you asking?

not sure. felt like smtg was wrong

I was worried

You: I'm fine, Yaku, really. What about you?

And with that the boy started to tell you how his team was and that his next game would be in Italy, but he was having a hard time adjusting to the time zones. Killua rested on your shoulders, sleeping soundly.

Slowly the sun started to rise, showing how Kuroo's lies were affecting you, but not just as painful than after entering on his uni's website and seeing the big notice that the volleyball training was suspended since the beginning of the week.

++++

Kuroo smiled as he saw the frat party in fromt of him, pulling you by your hand as you two got inside. He held tightly with slight worry that you would end up lost in the middle of the mass of the dancing sweaty bodies, only to guide you to where Kai, Yamamoto and Kenma were standing — the two latter being able to infiltrate the party without anyone noticing they were still high schoolers.

“I really hope they haven't started without us,” you smiled at Kuroo's words, and the boys turned at the familiar voice. Yamamoto high fived his older Captain, and then the two of them shared a hug.

“The team is slacking without you,” the boy whined, a pout appearing on his face as he rested his hands on your shoulders. “Hana is a great manager, but she's not you-“

Kuroo cleared his throat as a way to pull you two away from each other, a forced smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to himself before he could answer.

“I miss the team too. It's weird having to adapt to new people,” he complained, his fingers squeezing your sides as he maintained the eye contact with the boy in front of him.

Kenma looked at the group of friends, his attention drifting away from the game on his DS for a few seconds, seeing the discomfort and strange behaviours of both you and Kuroo, only to furrow his own eyebrows when he saw Kuroo bark out a laugh when his eyes met with a group of unknown boys. He never was like that.

“Kuroo!” An older boy laughed when he saw him, body slamming the messy haired boy and making Kuroo let go of his partner, and Kenma held up his hands to avoid you from falling. “Dude, you need to come with us.”

“Oh, man, I was thinking-“

“C'mon! You're the newbie on the team! That's your initiation! You can't pass this!” He pushed, a cocky smile on his face.

They all could see that he wanted to.

“Tetsu, go,” you said with a forced smile, even if he was hesitating because of their friends.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it's fine. We'll be okay, right?” She said, as she looked at the three, and they could only nod. Kuroo smile was so big that you couldn't help but melt. It had been so long since he gave you that smile, and he moved to give you a kiss but the older man only pulled his arm away, pushing a beer bottle in his hand and dragging him away.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Kenma asked, making you raise your eyebrows, hesitating a few seconds before nodding.

“It's his first party with the team, we need to let him enjoy,” you said, trying to make your smile look genuine, but they all knew better.

“That's not what I meant,” the gamer boy corrected himself, clearing his throat and that make your breath hitch.

Kenma… knew?

Looking up for a second, you passed your hands through the curls of your hair you had spent an hour making, not wanting to answer, but catching up how Kai was avoiding her eyes.

So, Kai also knew.

“Tell me how's school. How's Lev?” You tried to break the tension, and Yamamoto rolled his eyes at the mention of the boy's name, sitting besides her on the couch and telling her everything she was missing.

++++

“You want more soda?” Yamamoto asked, staring at the empty cup on your hands that was once filled to the brim with alcohol, and you could only nod.

You were always good in handling your own with drinks, but Kuroo… not so much.

Moving past the many beer bottles on the ground and over your own legs that were resting on Kai's lap, while your body rested against Kenma's as you watched him pass to another level on his game

The new Nekoma captain walked on the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing two soda cans and pouring the liquid on the cups. Yamamoto was never one to drink, he never liked the taste of beer or the burning from other beverages.

He thought he could enjoy a little bit more with the thrid years and the graduates, but once Kuroo decided to be own his own, he left the four of you who never really liked parties. Mainly you, who would much rather be on your apartment watching something than being there, but you kept denying in leaving without the taller man.

He couldn't help but notice how stressed Kai looked, drinking on his own as he stared at everywhere but you.

But Yamamoto wasn't expecting to come back to see the so familiar mess of hair of his old captain, as he pressed a girl that was obviously not you against a wall, their bodies on an entangled mess.

The idea that you and Kuroo were the perfect couple started shattering on his mind. All those years together thrown away like it was nothing, wasted right there.

All those times that everyone was teasing that you were always together, and how loyal you were… weren't real.

And the truth was right in front of his eyes.

Trying to go back to the less agitated part of the party, where you and the boys were, he could see your eyes locked on something close to the dancing floor, the frown deepening. Yamamoto didn't need to check to know what you saw, he could only walk faster, to sit by your side and give you your drink, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a sideways hug.

You didn't know how to react, only hugging your friend back as reality finally sunk in. You were right, but you didn't want to believe you had lost your relationship so easily.

Before you could part from the hug, Kuroo walked over, his jaw clenching and a glare in his eyes as he could see how close Yamamoto was to you.

“We're leaving, Y/n.” He said, trying to keep himself standing as he rested his hand on the wall beside him.

You could only nod, putting your heels back and getting up with your purse in hands, walking to Kuroo's side, who was quickly to capture your lips into a sloppy kiss, one that you returned, even if you could almost feel the taste of the other girl's lipstick. And the girl before that, and the other before that…

As you pulled away, you wrapped one of your arms around his waist, trying to keep him standing as Kuroo drapped his arms around your shoulders, turning back with a smirk to his friends.

“Was good to see you guys,” you said with a sad smile. “We can meet up another day.”

And with that, Yamamoto noticed that maybe that wasn't the first time that it happened, of how sad and distant you looked as you dragged Kuroo away from the party. Kai and Kenma's reaction also confirmed this theory.

Kenma and Kai knew, of course they did. But why weren't them doing anything about it?

He couldn't understand how someone would do this — how Kuroo would do this. And what made him more angry was how you stayed with a guy who treated you with less than you deserve.

But there you were, taking care of the man he used to call his best friend, but know only a person he could barely recognize.

Being loyal to him, want him anyway.

And Yamamoto hated the fact he couldn't do anything to help.

++++

And there you were again, with your hands on your pockets, glasses framing your face and your hair hidden under the hood of your hoodie. Eyes check the price of a shirt that would look perfect on the man that you loved. On the other hand was a bag of new toys for Killua.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to avoid new tears to fall from your eyes as you started to walk away from the mannequin.

One week had passed since the party. One week of the same routine of one sided conversations and not even one truthful answer. One week that your only company was the fluff haired white cat. One week of avoiding Yaku's texts.

The question repeating again and again in your head, questioning what didnyou do wrong. What could you hve done to avoid what happen. Why you still stayed.

But you knew the answer. You loved Kuroo Tetsurou. You couldn't bare the thought of leaving him.

“Y/n?” A so familiar voice called you, making you curse the universe for making this happen. Of every moments, why now? “Y/n, it has been so long!”

You weren't expecting to find Lev Haiba, in no way possible. Not on a random saturday morning, when he would always sleep the day long.

Lev also didn't know why he wanted to wake up early that day, and where the sudden need of a coffee that he didn't have at home, but he didn't question. And now he was even more surprised in finding you here with red puffy eyes.

“Are you okay? Have you been crying?” With those questions, you finally stared back on his green eyes, not being able to hold back the tears anymore, letting them fall free. Lev was taken aback, putting the cups on the table and hugging his friend with no hesitation. “What happened?”

You could only shake your head, not want or being able to talk at that moment. Every single thought and feeling were finally exploding, finally freeing everything that you were feeling.

Lev only rested his hand on your hair, pulling you closer in the hug, and he could almost feel his heart shattering along with yours. He didn't know how to comfort you, but he continued whispering sweet words as he held you.

He knew they were receiving curious and strange looks, so he finally came to the conclusion they should probably leave the place to have more privacy. The second year boy looked around, trying to see if Kuroo was around, but was quick to notice he wasn't.

“Hey, hey…” he called out lowly, making you squeeze your arms a bit as a way to tell that you were listening. “Let's go to my house? It's two blocks from here, so you can calm down a bit and talk if you want.”

Letting go from the half Russian boy in fron of her, you nodded, trying to clean away the tears with the sleeves of the jumper, as Lev guided you back to his place, not forgetting to grab the coffee.

After five minutes you could see the white gate from his house, Lev opening the gate and letting themselves in after unlocking the door.

Alisha smiled when she saw her brother entering the house, but she tilted her head in confusion when her eyes fell on you, as you looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. Of course the older girl recognized you, but she didn't understand why you are like that, only giving you a small smile and thanking her brother who gave her the cup of coffee.

“It's good to see you again, Y/n. Mom and dad left, and I'll go to my room. Feel youself at home,” the older girl gave her brother a look and he gave her a greateful smile as the older girl left the two.

When they heard Alisha's door closing, Lev turned to you, giving you a worried look, as he mentioned for you to sit on the couch.

The younger boy was always the closest to you than everyone — aside from Yaku—, simply because everyone used to pick on him, so you always felt like you had to be there cheering for his progress, creating a good friendship on your last year.

“What happened?” He asked again, and you could only look down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers in an anxious manner. You didn't know if you could tell him the truth.

“Have you been talking to Kuroo lately?” Your raspy voice made Lev tilted his head, certainly not expecting that question.

“No, I haven't spoke to him in a few months now… Why? What did he do?”

With a shaky breath, you could only look down, resting your elbows on your knees and pushing your hair back with your hands.

“He's been cheating on me,” you said so lowly, but Lev had heard your clearly. A shocked expression appeared on his face. Kuroo did what? “He's… been doing it for months.”

“HE'S CHEATING ON YOU?” Lev yelled out, not wanting to believe.

The gray haired boy couldn't understand. You were the perfect couple. The type of romance that you would want to find in your life, the perfect example of what he wanted. And now… everything was broken in a matter of what, months? Who else knew that? Kenma? Yamamoto? That is why they have been acting so weird this past week at school?

“Yaku knows?” He asked, seeing his sister appeared on the hallway, a furious expression on her face matching her brother's.

“No… but he might be the only one,” you answered, passing your fingers on your eyes to avoid new tears to appear.

“Why would he do that?” Lev asked, more to himself than to his friend in front of him, and you could only let out a forced laugh, shaking your head, hugging yourself.

“You think I know?! God! We just adopted Killua, and it haven't been less than three months we were talking about our future, our… family- What-“ your voice broke as you took a deep breath, tears burning your eyes once more. “What did I do wrong? I didn't give him enough attention..? That was it? It has to be, we just ended our exams… what did I do?”

Lev shook his head, pulling the you into another hug as he could feel your body shaking, your head in his chest.

He felt his blood boil when he thought about it. He wanted to end his old captain, even thought he knew he would lose.

Alisha walked closer carefully, touching your back as she tried to get your attention. Lev decided that it would be best if his older sister took care of it, since she knew how to deal with that better than him. Guiding the you to her own room, Alisha closed the door behind them.

Lev clenched his jaw, grabbing his phone and sending message after message to Yaku, not leaving not even one single detail out. The libero, who usually would just ignore the smaller version of a titan, started to read then when he saw your name.

Kuroo groaned as he put on his shirt, looking at the naked girl, being only covered with the sheets of her bed. With a smile he reached to grab his phone, furrowing his eyebrows at the many texts from both Lev and Yaku.

The black haired boy — messier than ever because of the previous minutes — was confused, but he was quick to feel his heart stop as he finally realized what was happening. They knew, and so did you.

Fuck, fuck, shit! Were the only things he could think. How did you find out? Kuroo closed his fist around his phone to think that maybe you always knew. How could he be so stupid?

Getting up and pulling up his pants as he did his belt, the girl turned on the bed, a smile plastered on her face. “Where're you going, Tetsu?”

But her words had no answer, and before she could say anything else, the man disappeared on the door, leaving her with a betrayed and angry face on the bed.

Kuroo felt like he was moving automatically, turning on his car and hitting the answer button on his phone, not really wanting to talk to the boy who was calling him. “Yaku-“

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole,” the libero growled on the other side of the call, butting off his old captain. “How could you?”

“I'm an asshole, I know,” Kuroo passed the hands that were on the wheel to his hair as he stared at the night. The call on the speaker as he could hear Yaku click his tongue.

“At least you are fucking aware,” he laughed, an Kuroo felt his blood run cold. “I told you that if you hurt her, I would go after you. And it's good that you find out that you ruined the only good thing on your fucking life.”

“I know-“

“No, I don't think you do. Y/n can be naive enough to forgive you, but I'm really hoping that she doesn't and you can suffer knowing she will be living her life happy without your manipulative ass controlling her every move.” Yaku said through his teeth, completing. “You're lucky that I'm not in Japan right now, because the police would have a hard time identifying your body if I was.”

Swallowing dry, Kuroo gripped the wheel harder. His guilt eating him from inside out.

“She's in Lev's house, right?”

“Leave her the fuck alone,” with that, Yaku ended the call.

As he slammed close the car door, Kuroo jumped the first steps of the house, ringing the doorbell like crazy.

Alisha opened the door, almost huffing when she saw him, and closing the door on his face.

“Alisha, please!” He knocked on the door again.

“Leave!”

“Lemme speak to Y/n, please!” The man asked again, only for Lev's voice being the one to answer now as he opened the door.

“Speak to her so you can fool her with lies? You cheated on her, many times, may I remind you-“

“Lev, dude, please, let me talk to her, at least tell me she's okay!”

“Of course she's not okay, and that's your fault.” Lev said, a harsh look that Kuroo never saw on his face. “Leave before I say a huge fuck it for her feelings and decide to end you.”

Kuroo could see you behind Alisha, your red swollen eyes, but figure so small, showing how vulnerable you were.

“Y/n, please…” he tried to look into your eyes, only for you to look to the ground.

Pressing lips together, Kuroo stepped away, nodding his head and going back to his car. You looked at the window, observing the man turning on the car and disappearing to your shared apartment.

Kuroo felt even more guilty as he entered the apartment and being greeted by the blue eyes and while fur of Killua.

++++

The next day — even not being able to sleep during the night thanks to the thoughts on your head — you thanked the two siblings for letting you stay the night. Lev hugged you one more time, knowing that this was something you needed to solve yourself.

Unlocking the door of the apartment, Killua meowed happily when he saw his owner, walking to the door, curious to see what you had on the bag you were holding — or even better, in getting inside the bag.

Kuroo ran when he heard the door closing, not wasting any more time in wrapping you in a hug, while the action only made you clench your jaw, not returning the gesture.

“Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I was an idiot. I should've never done that, I swear.” He said, letting go of the hug and holding your face in his two hands, only for you to step away.

“Then why?” Your whispered, voice breaking as your expression showed all the pain that you felt. “Why did you do that? Why did you throw this all away?”

“I was stupid, and I had no reason for it. I'm sorry, I really am. Please, baby, I beg you,” he said, walking closer to you again. “I love you, Y/n. I don't know what went through my head, but I won't do it again. Please, baby…”

Seeing the hesitation on your face, the man walked closer, his hands going to rest on your waist as he pulled you a bit closer, smirking a little when you didn't pull away.

“I love you. I want to build a life with you. A family with you. Take as long as it takes, it doesn't need to be now, but please don't leave me,” his left hand went to your cheek, bending your head back a little as he looked into your teary eyed face.

“I can't trust you anymore,” you answered, seeing him shake his head, cleaning away the tear who was falling.

“Then I'll gain your trust back, my love. I'll do everything to make it work,” he reassured, while you tried to swallow down the tears. “You still love me?”

With a small nod, Kuroo felt a weight lifting from his shoulders, so he leaned down, planting his lips on yours, which you didn't have the courage to deny. Then another, and another.

“I promise I'll make it work. I won't do this again, I love you so much, baby,” he said, closing his eyes as he brought you back onto a hug — and after a few minutes of hesitation — hugged him back.

It didn't matter what your friends would say, what they would think. You were selfish, you always had been. You loved Kuroo too much to let him go. You didn't know what would be of you without him, he was always there, and you would let him walk over you again, and again. You loved him more than you loved yourself and anything. You would always want him. Always need him.

Yaku and Lev would say you were stupid. And deep inside you, you knew that he would do it again. Days had passed, but you couldn't escape. You heart was Kuroo's. It would always be his.

“Marry me,” he asked, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yes. Yes, of course I do,” you answered, pulling Kuroo into a kiss.

And you hated that you could feel her lips on his.

Authors Note: I had this one sitting on my drafts since 2020. Thought it was time to finally see the light of day. Tell me what you think!

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #yamamoto #yaku morisuke #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #hq kenma #haikyuu kenma #lev haiba #lev haikyuu #fanfic #kuroo tetsurou x reader

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Eula snapping at / Ayaka accidentally hurting their S/O

Gonna be altering the ask because we will have healthy relationship dynamics in this house, damn it! That and Ayaka doesn't really strike me as the type to get angry enough to yell, especially at her significant other. Hope you don't mind!

Eula loved her S/O for accepting her for who she was.

Not many in Mondstadt were willing to do that.

She had long ago gave up of trying to convince people otherwise, instead doubling down on her attitude just to get everyone to leave her alone.

But her S/O wasn't okay with that.

They got to see Eula for who she truly was. A kind woman who deserved every bit of love and admiration she could get.

Eula already had a target on her back, she refused to let S/O get one too because of her.

That was her burden alone to bear, no matter what S/O said.

And after a particularly rough night, Eula and S/O closed the door, continuing their argument.

(Eula) "What was that back there?"

S/O looked offended when she asked that.

(S/O) "What?"

(Eula) "Trying to convince them that the Lawrence girl isn't as bad as everyone says is a waste of breath. You'll never get through-."

(S/O) "I at least tried, Eula! You can't let people just talk about you like that!-"

(Eula) "I have tried, for years! And it's a damned if I do, damned if I don't situation."

(S/O) "Do you expect me to just stand there and let that crap slide?!"

Eula's brows furrowed as she became more and more irritated.

(Eula) "I told you so many times before, just leave it be. I'm used to it."

(S/O) "But you shouldn't be!-"

(Eula) "As if anything you say will change their mind!"

The volume of her voice was starting to overpower S/O's, making them back up a little in surprise.

(Eula) "Why can't you just ever listen to me on this?!"

(S/O) "Because I can't just let someone I love get talked down to like that!"

Eula's fist slammed on the table.

(Eula) "Then you're an idiot for falling in love with me! It'd be so much easier if you didn't!"

Eula froze in place after realizing what she had said.

She began cursing at herself seeing S/O's reaction.

Their eyes were wide open and she couldn't imagine the amount of pain she had just inflicted with her words.

(Eula) "..."

(S/O) "..."

Eula turned away from S/O.

(Eula) "I'm going to bed."

(S/O) "...Alright."

Eula finished changing into her sleepwear before realizing a pillow was missing from her bed. Specifically from S/O's side.

She crept down the stairs to see where they were, to find S/O sleeping on the couch with a thin blanket.

Eula winced at the sight before going back upstairs.

Nothing she said would help for right now. She needed to cool off.

Before Eula went to bed, she silently took their blanket and replaced it with a warmer one, taking the thinner one for herself.

The next morning, Eula left before S/O could wake up, avoiding an awkward confrontation first thing in the morning.

...

Amber put her fork down next to the plate and looked at Eula worryingly.

(Amber) "Eula? You look out of it today."

(Eula) "Huh?"

Eula had barely eaten anything, not to mention the distant look in her eyes.

(Amber) "Did something happen?"

(Eula) "Nothing to concern yourself with."

(Amber) "I think it is! I saw S/O go to work with a super sad look on their face too!"

Eula looked down to the ground ashamed.

Upon seeing Eula's reaction, Amber crossed her arms.

(Amber) "You two had a fight?"

(Eula) "...Yeah. Bad night on the town, S/O tried defending me from their insults and I told them to leave it be. Then...I got angry and said something stupid."

(Amber) "You're going to talk to them, right?"

(Eula) "Of course. I just wanted to calm down before I did. But more importantly, I don't want them to think I don't love them."

(Amber) "Oh come on, couples have disagreements all the time. S/O knows you love them too, otherwise you wouldn't have agreed to be with them."

(Eula) "Hm."

(Amber) "Don't worry too much, okay? It's only for a second you guys aren't broken, just bent."

(Eula) "..."

Eula came home, opening the door and softly calling for S/O's name.

(Eula) "S/O?"

No response.

Eula went to their bedroom before finding a small note.

As soon as she saw it, all sorts of worries began rushing through her mind before it was quickly put to rest.

"I haven't gone anywhere. I'm just at the docks."

Eula found S/O sitting by themselves at the edge of the dock.

Eula tried her best to be quiet, but the creaking of the wood told S/O who was behind them.

(Eula) "...May I sit down?"

(S/O) "Of course."

Eula sat next to S/O, though not too close.

(S/O) "...I wanna apologize, Eula."

Eula was taken aback, hearing an apology from S/O instead of the other way around where she said it first.

(S/O) "I didn't respect your wishes, trying to fix everything myself. I'm sorry I got you that angry to begin with-"

(Eula) "No, I should be apologize. You didn't deserve to get yelled at like that. Especially with something that hurtful."

She wanted to hug them, but she managed to restrain herself.

(Eula) "I don't want you intervening like that, especially in front of a bunch of idiots like that in the bar is because I don't want you to get targeted too. Archons know you already are for being with me."

(S/O) "I know you, Eula. You'd never let anyone speak that way about me. Why can't I do the same for you, don't you deserve it too?"

(Eula) "...There's a lot of things I deserve, S/O. I'm still not sure I deserve someone like you-"

(S/O) "Stop it. You do."

She felt their arms wrap around her, making her calm down.

(Eula) "I don't want you getting hurt because of me."

(S/O) "Even if I do, I'd gladly do it if it means you can be happy. Don't care if I have to fight all of Mondstadt."

(Eula) "...Thank you, S/O."

The two of them remained silent, enjoying the quiet breeze on the wind as they looked out into the lake.

Being in charge of the Kamisato's internal and external affairs is a very stressful job for Ayaka.

She is rarely afforded the luxury privacy or time to do much of anything,

Though being in a relationship has made Ayaka begin to appreciate the little things in life, her duties still came first.

Something she began to hate as time went on.

Ayaka wished she could pay back S/O the time they've waited on her, but she could do next to nothing about it.

Not to mention with Ayaka wanting to keep quiet about their relationship, that way S/O wouldn't get roped into her stressful life.

But Ayaka was always worried all of this was straining their relationship.

All of this was made even worse when Ayaka failed to keep her promise to make it to their anniversary dinner.

Two hours later, she rushed home and slid the door open, bowing in apology.

(Ayaka) "S-S/O! I am terribly sorry I'm late!"

She found the table already clean, adding insult to injury.

S/O walked down the hallway, sighing.

(S/O) "It's fine, Ayaka.-"

(Ayaka) "No it's not! This is the fifth time these past two months I've made you wait on me."

She couldn't look them in the eye as she was still bowing.

(Ayaka) "I promised you I'd be here on time, and I broke it!"

She felt a hand on her shoulder, finally looking up.

S/O looked sad, which made her heart ache even more.

(S/O) "Don't worry, okay? Just get some sleep."

Ayaka sighed before nodding.

She saw in the corner of her eye the candles and food that were thrown away.

There was no telling how much effort S/O put to making all of that, only to for it to end up wasted.

She shut her eyes and tried to put it out of her mind before going to bed.

When she woke up, the first thing she did after leaving the Kamisato Estate was to find an apology gift.

Her other duties could wait, just this once.

She had no idea what to get her S/O, since everything seemed like it wouldn't be enough.

Ayaka worriedly tapped her foot on the ground before feeling a finger tap her shoulder.

She jumped back before realizing it was S/O.

(S/O) "Are you alright, Ayaka?"

(Ayaka) "O-Oh, S/O. Pardon me, I was just window shopping. If you'll excuse me I-"

She stopped herself.

(Ayaka) "Actually, may I ask for a bit of your time?"

Going far out of the public eye, Ayaka began to apologize again.

(Ayaka) "I cannot begin to imagine how much time you wasted because of me-"

(S/O) "Ayaka, just stop."

She froze as she recoiled a little. Stop? Were they angry? They had every right to be-

S/O held Ayaka tightly, surprising her as she involuntarily let out a yelp.

(S/O) "I know you don't mean to. You're busy, I understand."

Hearing their words of assurance made Ayaka's shoulders relax, her arms slowly wrapping around S/O as as well.

(Ayaka) "But I hate doing this to you. Aren't you upset?"

(S/O) "I am. I'm upset you couldn't make it, but I'm not upset at you. I never am, Ayaka. I knew that this sort of thing would happen throughout our time together."

(Ayaka) "I still can't ignore the fact I made you upset. How can I make it up to you?"

Brushing Ayaka's hair away from her forehead, S/O giving it a quick kiss.

(S/O) "Make it up to me by not blaming yourself."

Ayaka wanted to say so much more, wanting to make it up with a better dinner that she could pay for but...

(Ayaka) "...Okay."

This much she could promise, at least.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #eula x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #eula lawrence #ayaka kamisato #amber genshin impact

[self-written-god]

T | 793 | m/m human/werewolf | sequel to 'shapeshifting' but this time I'm not pretending it's not Steddie | cw: a little drug related oopsie but everyone's safe | getting together

He wouldn’t call himself a recluse, but he certainly wasn’t a social flower. He’s only been to frat parties for mere minutes until he sold out of his stock. A mostly monster party? Where everyone was fully shifted and in the open? Never.

He watched them be themselves, no hiding from the conservative faculty or parents, or students, even. No pretending they were civilized humans. Here they were all uncivilized students, no matter their species.

Aside from the new features of his peers, he found a lot of food and drinks he hadn’t seen before. And drugs. He’s been eyeing a certain shroom that seemed to be popular with other party-goers. The girl handing it out catches his eye and offers him the baggy to pluck out from.

It’s blueish and doesn’t smell anything, but before he can take it in his mouth, there’s a growl in his ear, and the shroom gets slapped out of his hand.

“Wha-” 

The growl grows, making him flinch and back away, straight into a broad chest and a stronghold of hairy arms.

“The fuck are you guys doing?!”

Despite the music, the room goes quiet.

“Shit, Steve-” 

He growls back, teeth clasping in warning.

“Dude, it’s just some shrooms-” Eddie tries to dissolve the situation, but the hold only tightens to the point of pain. He gasps, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice.

“Just shrooms?! These are poisonous to humans!”

“Oh.”

He looks at the inconspicuous funghi, still held by the girl, now white as a sheet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was human-”

“Well, maybe you should fucking ask!”

Realizing this isn’t going to get any better until they leave the situation completely, he pushes against the chest, backing away from the group. Steve doesn’t budge at first, so he turns around his tight embrace, trying to find his gaze. The grip tightens, ribs creaking against each other before the werewolf finally looks down.

“I need some fresh air, let's go,” he says, and Steve gives a tiny nod. He growls one last time to the group and finally lets himself be pushed towards the door.

"Thanks for saving me, man," Eddie says, once outside.

"What if I was too late? You can't just take any drug in your sight!"

His instinct was to argue, but he knew Steve was right. Besides, he was still shaken up.

"Okay, sorry, I promise I'll only take my own stuff. Or triple-check if what I'm taking is human-friendly at least."

Steve huffs and his hold only tightens, and it’s too much.

“Dude, you’re choking me.”

“Shit, sorry.” Despite his words, he’s reluctant to let him go. Eddie doesn’t like the loss either, but they sit close on the porch stairs instead. It’s quiet, weird.

“Couldn’t they sniff out I’m human?” he asks eventually, recalling the argument from earlier. Steve flinches against him.

“Too many monsters around, the smells are hard to discern. Besides…” he hesitates.

“What?” Eddie turns to him, curious. 

“We’ve been hanging out a lot. You smell wolf-ish.” He cringes and kinda collapses on himself.

“Okay…” he draws out, trying to decipher what that means. “Have you been rubbing off on me? On purpose?”

“No!” he immediately denies, offended. “Yes? Maybe?”

“Dude! What the fuck?” He asks, trying to hide that he’s mostly amused. Partially thrilled.

“Not on purpose! At first.” The werewolf rushes to explain, leaning away a bit to look at him properly and gesticulate with his hands. “It’s hard not to… scent someone… when you’re having sex, okay?” he hisses through his teeth. “But then we kept hanging out, and it just… happened?”

“You gave me your hoodie,” Eddie says with sudden realization. “Were you marking your territory?”

“What?! No!” Steve seems scandalized, but he goes red in the face, and shoves at Eddie half-heartedly. The man just laughs.

“Dude, that's so hot!”

“Right,” the wolf scoffs, expression going sour.

To placate him, Eddie places a hand on his knee and squeezes. Trails up higher. 

“I mean it,” he says. 

“Oh.” Steve looks at his hand, then up into his eyes. “Oh, okay.”

“Do you guys also pee on each other? It’s not my thing, but I’d consider it.”

The wolf’s face tells him everything he needs to know. His smile turns into a grin.

“It is?” he asks, incredulous. “Damn, now I’m really, really thinking about it.”

“Dude,” Steve whines, claws scratching at the porch wood. “You can’t just say shit like that. We’re not even…”

Eddie hums, thumb tracing the denim stretching over the wolf’s thigh.

“We could be. Would that be much different from what we’ve been doing?”

“Man, I hope so,” Steve chuckles. “More kissing and sex, for starters.”

“That definitely could be arranged.”

He leans with a smile. 

#monsterlovetober2023 #monster romance #monster lover #human/monster romance #monsterfucker #fantasy romance #spooktober #monster kink #steddie #werewolf steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #human/werewolf

[pastelwitchling]

Thoughts on Percy Jackson and the Olympians, episode 3:

(Disclaimer: I loved everything about the episode except, mostly, Annabeth herself. So if you're going to get offended because someone doesn't like the same fictional character, because that's what Annabeth is, and if you're going to try to turn the argument into something else, please don't bother reading.)

So. This is a bit difficult because I feel very conflicted/wary about what's to come, mostly because Disney has not been historically good at girl power or badass female characters. Let me just say this; while I used to love the CW's Flash, it quickly went downhill when the Flash took a backseat to his own show for the CW's half-assed "girl power" message. I fear the same might happen here.

Let me be very clear about something. It makes sense why Annabeth would seem like the more formidable opponent at the start of the story. She was more or less that in the first two books because, not only is she the daughter of the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy, but she'd spent a lot of her life training for quests, studying about the gods, and she just knew more than Percy did. I didn't like Movie Annabeth for most of the first film either for the same reasons I'm about to list below, please keep that in mind.

My issue will come here; if Percy starts to take a backseat to his own show just so we can highlight how great and awesome Annabeth is and girl power rules and whatever, I'm going to be very, very miffed. Again, it's fair for me to worry about this now because Disney is all tell and no show when it comes to women. Just like they did with Marvel, just like they did with the most recent Disney Princesses, it's more important to them to show how woke they are instead of caring about the actual stories they tell. And I'm Middle-Eastern, so don't even try any of that self-righteous white woman racial crap with me, okay?

I know I'm saying what a lot of people probably think but aren't allowed to say, but -- call me crazy -- I want the show based on the Percy Jackson books to focus on Percy Jackson. To be honest, I've never loved ANY of Rick Riordan's female characters, save for Ana from Daughter of the Deep, as well as the other female characters in that book, but that's not even in the Percy Jackson world, so it doesn't count. And I ONLY say this now because, again, Disney has SUCKED with their female characters. It's all pandering and nothing but pandering.

The first book especially always frustrated me with the way Grover never really seemed to defend Percy against Annabeth's snobby behavior, so this aligns fine. I'm not really saying anything against the character either (not yet), as this frustration with how unfair and snobby she is towards Percy very much aligns with the book. I guess I was just hoping that since I always hated Annabeth in the books and she was actually likable in the second episode, that maybe the show would be better about her portrayal. I was actually thinking how cute they would be as a couple in the second episode, but now? I'm kind of back where I was with the books, I don't see why she deserves him, not yet.

Much like Grover was in the episode, I was just looking at a lot of her behavior as Really? The guy had NO reason to invite you on this quest, you NEEDED him to pick you, and you still act like he's the idiot for caring about his mom and not knowing anything about this world that he's just found out about, and it's so freaking entitled, I --

I've been part of the Roswell, New Mexico fandom since season 1, and I know just how ridiculous people get when you DARE criticize a character who HAPPENS to be played by a black actress. I don't give a crap. I'm critiquing the CHARACTER here, and I'm disappointed, not with her, but the writing itself. It's too soon to tell, I know, but I do hope Disney is better about Annabeth's character than the books were, because I saw Book Annabeth as rude, selfish, and unfair, it bothered me that everyone in the story still idolized her despite how toxic her behavior was (save for Percy, but just in the beginning, and then he was fine with her hitting him and calling him stupid all the time), and I saw glimpses of that in episode 3, so I'm hoping for better.

Also, that whole, What are you afraid of? conversation felt so weird and forced. They JUST started the quest, Percy is throwing in suggestions, Annabeth treats him like he's stupid for it, and then demands to know why he's scared of who he is, and I'm like ?? What warranted that question? He hasn't used his powers yet, he hasn't refused to use his powers yet or talk about his father or anything, so why would he seem afraid of who he is? It just makes no sense.

Honestly? At this point, I just feel bad for Leah because Annabeth is a very difficult character to make likable in my eyes, and it's made worse when the writing won't allow her to be any better.

Aside from that, I really did love the episode a lot. I wish Grover had done more to defend Percy in the beginning, but he did the same thing in the book and he eventually did step in. Medusa was actually great. I hated the actress's character in the Flash, so I was wary, but she really knocked it out of the park. I love some of the extra details they put in, like Percy giving her a chance because of his mom and kindness (fatal flaw, if you know you know), I LOVED the consensus song, and YES! I was SO worried they wouldn't have Percy send Medusa's head to Olympus, but they did and he was perfect and it was AMAZING! When Annabeth said that what Medusa said isn't what happened, I would've liked an explanation of what actually did happen. Then again, it feels like there's a bit too much exposition already, to be honest. Like there were more creative ways to explain Thalia, there were more creative ways to explain Annabeth and Luke finding camp, and I don't know if it's because I've memorized the books at this point, but it feels like so much of the episode is just dedicated to explaining things that don't really need explanation or could be saved for later to show through flashbacks or something. I don't know, just more creative than standing and sitting there while someone explains everything.

It works great sometimes, like with Sally and Percy, but other moments just feel very... exposition-y.

I love this show. It's the highlight of my week. I maintain that we are getting the best possible adaptation. It's just because I love this story so much and it's so sacred to me that I can't help but critique. I don't think the books are flawless (i.e. the female characters), so it stands to reason that I won't find the show completely flawless either. Is it still sacred to me? Absolutely. Percy Jackson has always been too important not to nitpick, I think.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #anti annabeth chase #i'll put that in #though i don't really think it is #i feel like it's just a critique #but whatever #for the more sensitive lot

[rosanna-writer]

Dressed in Black Now

Another drabble for @officialrhysandweek! For the "pastimes" prompt, Elain is serving cake and Rhys is serving looks.

You can find it here on AO3 or below the cut.

"I was hoping I'd find you here."

At the sound of Rhysand's voice, Elain nearly dropped the bowl of batter she was pouring into a pan. Even after years around the fae—and being one herself now—winnowing still caught her off-guard. She turned to see her brother-in-law leaning against the kitchen door.

"Hello, Rhys," she said with a smile. She watched his eyes drift to the now-empty bowl and the spoon covered in batter. Elain might not be a daemati, but she knew what he was thinking. "It has raw eggs," she added pointedly.

"And as I've told you, that's not an issue," Rhys said, breezing by her to take a seat at the table.

Elain sighed—they'd had this argument countless times. Rhys insisted that faeries weren't susceptible to most illnesses, including the ones that spread through uncooked food. And that even if they were, the risk of actually getting sick from batter was low. No matter how many times he said it, though, Elain couldn't help but worry and still shooed everyone away from raw batter and dough.

Rhys sat down, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "I wanted to ask if you'd decided what you were wearing for Starfall."

"I hadn't decided," Elain said, shooting him a quizzical look over the cake pan.

"Then we'll decide this week."

"We?"

"Yes, if you accept my apology. I'm sorry we allowed you to wear that travesty of a gown on Solstice."

Elain would have been offended if she hadn't hated the gown, too. She'd known it hadn't suited her, but there hadn't already been any black in her closet. And with so much happening at once—Eris, the Trove, Feyre's pregnancy—there hadn't been time to find something better.

"No apology is necessary," Elain said, meaning it.

"Wonderful," Rhys purred. She shot him another look, then double-checked that the batter had poured evenly into the pan before sliding it into the oven.

Elain turned back around to find Rhys reaching into a pocket dimension and pulling out pieces of cloth in various colors. She had no idea what he intended to do with them, just wiped her hands on her apron as she waited for an explanation.

"Drape these around your shoulders, would you?" Rhys said. Elain hesitated. "Please?" he added.

He laced his fingers together and rested his chin on them as Elain picked up the cloth and pulled it around her. Each drape was a different solid color, all made of the same material.

"I don't see what this has to do with Starfall," she said.

"Black comes in many shades," Rhys said, in the tone of voice that preceded a lecture. She'd learned to recognize it the hard way, when a polite inquiry about the model of stars and planets in his study had resulted in her sitting through a long speech about the origins of the universe. "True black, which would have a complete absence of hue, is nigh impossible to achieve using fabric dye. The undertones of the black you wore on Solstice completely clashed with your coloring and washed you out. The drapes will allow us to determine your color season and choose a more appropriate shade of black."

"I see…" Elain said, the only polite reply she could muster.

"Feyre left a book on color theory on the nightstand. You should borrow it if you're interested in learning more."

Elain decided to keep it to herself that if she were going to borrow anyone's books, it would Nesta's.

She cycled through several more drapes as Rhys watched carefully, occasionally letting out a hum of interest or disapproval. The whole thing was making her feel rather ridiculous. Elain was wracking her brain for a polite excuse to leave—a difficult task when they shared a house—until the cake was ready, but finally Rhys motioned for her to stop and said, "Excellent. I believe you're a bright spring, Elain."

"Is that a problem?" she said, unsure what he meant, but considering their history with the Spring Court, it sounded worrying.

The smile Rhys gave her was fond. "Not at all," he said gently, "Color seasons have nothing do with the seasonal courts. It just means you'd look best in a slightly greenish black instead of the harsh blue-black you were wearing on Solstice."

He opened up the pocket dimension again, and with a flick of his wrist, the drapes were gone. Reaching inside another pocket dimension, he pulled out several swatches of black fabric and laid them out on the table. Pulling out the chair next to him, Rhys gestured for her to sit.

Elain took off her apron and perched on the chair, careful not to get any stray flour on anything. She fingered the closest swatch, a soft silk in the greenish black color that Rhys had described. It already seemed nicer than her Solstice gown.

They passed the rest of the afternoon contentedly, choosing a shortlist of fabrics and discussing tailoring options while Elain made icing to decorate the cake that was baking. Rhys wore her down eventually and licked the leftover batter from the spoon as they talked.

Black had never been a color Elain wore much of, but that day, she decided it suited her after all.

#rhysandweek2023 #pro rhysand

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Can you believe it’s finally canon confirmed that the Shinra Infantry is Co-ed?

Anyway, if Cloud’s an omega he’s rooming with Tifa and Aerith when there's only 2 rooms available. They decide that for him. (And I'm starting to play around to re-remember how I write everyone's voices)

Tags: omegaverse

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“I’m very sorry,” the Innkeeper says, looking up at the group of them after closely checking over his records. “We only have two rooms available.”

Cloud winces at it because he knows he’s the reason two rooms would be a problem. It not considered appropriate for omega men to sleep in the same room as either men or women that aren’t their family or mate.

Even Shinra would always sleep them separately. Which often left Cloud rooming alone when out on missions. Something he would have been grateful for if not for feeling like he was being kept segregated from the rest.

At least once he made SOLDIER the separate room felt like a privilege not a punishment.

“That’s okay,” Aerith says.

Cloud expects her to say that he can share with Barret and Red XIII. It may be improper and dangerous in the eyes of most for an unmated alpha and omega to share a room even if they both are men but Cloud feels completely comfortable with the idea of sleeping in the same room as Barret. If the situation was really pressed he would be comfortable with the girls sleeping in the same room as well. He knows Barret would never even think of taking advantage of them.

Hell, Barret is always the most offended when people misinterpret their group as him being a very lucky alpha.

Arranging the rooms that way will save them some gil as well.

“Cloud can room with us,” Aerith continues in the exact opposite of what Cloud expected, grabbing hold of his arm and grinning up at him when he turns on her to argue.

“Wha-?” is all he actually manages to get out in protest.

“Uh – if you’re sure,” the Innkeeper says, looking awkwardly at them.

Would he have handled Cloud’s idea that he share a room with the alpha of their party instead better?

That thought doesn’t matter now as Tifa steps forward to grab hold of Cloud’s other arm. He has yet to figure out a way to escape when the two girls agree on an idea no matter how much he doesn’t want to take part.

“Yep, we’re sure,” Tifa informs the Innkeeper with a sharp nod. Her and Aerith’s grips feeling like shackles on Cloud’s arm.

“We’re all omegas anyway,” Aerith says. And Cloud knows she isn’t ignorant of the well-documented differences between omega men and women. She’s just choosing not to care in this instance.

He opens his mouth to try and protest the decision but only manages an Uh before Barret is slapping their gil onto the counter and the Innkeeper handing over the keys. The girls all-but frog-marching him up the stairs to the room they’ve decided is theirs. Barret’s laughter trailing after them.

“Don’t look so unhappy,” Aerith chastises, poking at the side of his face. “It’ll be fun – just us omegas.”

“You agreed to be our bodyguard remember,” Tifa says before Cloud can say anything. Not that Cloud understands how that fact has anything to do with the situation at hand. “Just think of it as part of that. Staying with us to keep us safe.”

That argument does make it marginally better.

“Fine.” He’s not going to change their mind anyway. Might as well stop wasting his energy fighting it.

The girls grin at each other around him before shoving him first into the hotel room.

Of course once they discover there’s only two beds they quickly decide he gets the couch.

#Final Fantasy VII #Cloud Strife #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #Final Fantasy omegaverse #omegaverse #Final Fantasy #FFVII #I accidently a ficlet #Final Fantasy 7 #FF7

[barbiewritesstuff]

Me back with a dorky af idea because... well..

Prompt: Dagger squad doing regular chaotic Dagger shit. Discussion arises. Or no wait debate. About who has the biggest BDE. Phoenix has everybody beat I'm not taking arguments. Everybody disses Mav trying to argue his nonexistent case. Hondo is covering Bobs ears.

Final showdown between Admiral Kazansky and Vice Admiral Simpson.

Maybe you argue one case a bit too strongly. Maybe someone overhears. Maybe he has to ask Warlock wtf bde means.

Discuss the possibilities. Please.

-- I know we talked about bestie Jake but we didn't talk about him enough so here he is, in all his glory and I love him. Also I don't remember what the "put that in your pentagon budget" guy's actual job was so forgive me--

You weren't entirely sure how the discussion arose but now that it had, it was positively impossible to stop it.

"IT DOESN'T COUNT, SHE DOESN'T HAVE ONE!" Fanboy bellowed through the recreation room clueing in everyone who hadn't already caught on to what they were arguing about.

"You're only saying that because you're losing Mickey," Phoenix replied with a smirk that had the man turning a lovely shade of tomato red.

"No I'm saying that because the fact that you do not have a dick disqualifies you from the fucking ranking, Natasha," he spat

"Oh, oh," Jake said, looking up high, a hand over his eyebrows as if to shield his eyes," Guys, something's falling," he added before gasping, "oh my god, it's Mickey's BDE ranking! It just keeps falling and falling and falling," he said, progressively looking down until he was firmly staring at the floor, "and falling an-- oh no, send an ambulance, I think it has just hit rock bottom..."

Coyote winced, "ouch, that looked like it hurt... Are you okay? Will you recover?"

"Oh fuck off. This thing's rigged anyway," Mickey said, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout and making everyone laugh.

"Okay, what did I miss?" You asked, having briefly gone to the vending machine to get snacks.

"We're ranking everyone by level of BDE. Fanboy judt plummeted to the bottom, never to be seen again, and Phoenix is at the top," Jake explained while you handed out Kit Kats to the squad, making sure to pout a little mockingly at Fanboy as you tucked his chocolate bar into the pocket of his sweater.

"Good girl," you praised, sending Nat a wink, "Now, big question... Where do I stand?"

"Second place," Jake replied, "I'm in joint third with Javi, then, Bob is a surprising fourth. Payback is fifth. Halo is sixth, thanks to her barfight on Thursday. Fritz and Omaha are joint seventh, Yale and Harvard are eighth, Maverick is ninth and Fanboy is tenth." he said, "We have yet to rank Hondo, Vice Admiral Simpson, Warlock and Admiral Kazansky. Oh! And that flightplan coordinator you like... I don't remember his name, the pentagon budget guy, you know the one..."

"Oh Ian? Ian goes in first. Sorry Phoenix, but his outburst will be written in the annals of history as one of the most legendary things to say to a superior officer," you said. Phoenix, though dissapointed, tipped an imaginary hat at your statement.

"Hondo... the man, the myth, the legend --" you started, tapping Jake on the leg to give you space as you sat down beside him on the edge of the bench.

"Hey, hang on, where am I in this entire thing?" Rooster asked, suddenly catching up with the fact that he hadn't been ranked and looking quite offended.

"Below Fanboy," Jake stated stated

"Jacob be nice," you replied, gently hitting him on the shoulder. He looked at you for a second then stuck out his tongue. You rolled your eyes at him and turned away, he leaned forwards and kissed your cheek.

"Eww. So when are you guys going to admit you're dating?" Halo asked with her head in her hands, here eyes glancing between the both of you.

"We're not. I'm single and little miss BDE over here has a boyfriend," Jake replied, poking you in the side with his finger. In your surprise you let out a high pitched squeal and jumped a little, almost falling off of the bench but caught by Jake and Nat, who had lunged across the table to catch your arm.

You found your seat againt, "Right, Cyclone or Iceman, who goes where?" You asked

"Ooh kinky," Jake whispered in your ear and you slapped his arm again.

"You're a menace," you said with a smile

"What are you gonna do about it? Tell your boyfriend?" He mocked in a low voice only audible to you, swinging an arm around you and pulling you into a hug, "you know what, guys, I think Y/n needs to be the deciding vote on this one," he said loud enough for the still arguing squad to hear.

"Why's that?" Coyote asked, raising an eyebrow in question

"She's the only one of us who hasn't been either told off by the Admiral for reckless flying," he nodded towards Rooster who had received a stern talking too after passing too close to a control tower and making the Admiral spill coffee all over himself, "Or snapped at by Cyclone for a reason or another," he said, meaning the rest of the squad. Even Halo hadn't been spared after forgetting her manual in her dorm on a day Cyclone had been particularly grumpy.

They all seemed to agree with Jake. He looked at you expectantly, grinning mischievously and wriggling his eyebrows.

You pretended to think about it for a second, "I'm going to go with Cyclone --" you replied

"Going to go with me for what?" He asked from behind, clearly surprising the rest of the squad too. You closed your eyes and tried to no avail to stop the crimson blush creeping up to your face, "Lieutenant L/n? Anyone care to explain?"

"We were ranking everyone by BDE, Sir" Jake replied.

Warlock, faithfully standing by Cyclone's side, fished his phone out of his pocket with the hand that wasn't holding his coffee while the Vice Admiral looked over the group of blushing squad members.

"Lieutenant L/n, pray tell me, what on earth is BDE?" He asked

"It's -- err --" you stuttered out

"Sir," Warlock said, holding out his phone for Cyclone to see, having no doubt pulled up the definition. With every sentence he read, Beau's eyebrows shot up a little more.

"My office, please. Now." He told you with a tone as cool as ice.

"Yessir" you obeyed, standing up and walking off in front of him, your eyes firmly trained on your shoes.

"You're an ass," you told him as soon as the door locked behind him in his office.

Beau snorted, "I'm the ass? Seresin lured you into that trap and I'm the ass," he said with a smile.

"I am not dating Seresin," you replied,

"I couldn't tell," he mocked, sitting himself down on the edge of the desk with his legs crossed

"Beau--" you started, ready to explain Jake was just a friend

"I'm joking " he laughed, "I know he's not your type," he winked

"Damn right," you laughed, coming closer to Beau until you stood in front of him, "My type is you," you said, leaning in to kiss him.

"Is he coming on Friday?" Beau asked when you broke the kiss, trying to change the subject to keep your behaviour vaguely work-appropriate.

You hummed, "Should I make dessert or do you think we'll have enough," you asked.

You had been agonising over the food since Beau had told you he wanted to hold a housewarming party to celebrate you both moving in together in the new apartment. There wouldn't be many guests, only Jake, your sister and Beau's brothers, their wives and their children, but you were still worried there wouldn't be enough food to eat.

"Make that pie we had on Friday," he answered, "Jake said he was bringing wine, right?"

"And a side," you replied, secretly hoping he'd also bring his mother's famous peach crumble as well as the potato salad you had requested.

Jake was a surprisingly amazing baker, so much so that he'd been the only one of his family to have been given a copy of Nicolette Seresin's cookbook, containing dozens of state fair baking competition winning recipes. In fact, Jake had been the one to teach you how to bake in the first place.

"Perfect. Think I can bribe him into manning the grill?" Beau asked

"Probably," you replied, "You'll need that beer he likes though," you said. Jake wasn't actually a big drinker and much preferred a soda to anything else, but there was one specific brand he liked, a belgian import with an impossible name, that he would do just about anything for.

"I think this is a convincing amount of time for a reprimand, don't you?" Beau said after waiting another few minutes

"Wow, way to tell me to leave," you joked

Beau laughed, "I would never, honey, you know that. You could literally be attached to me and I still wouldn't be spending enough time with you," he replied, holding you close for another kiss

"You're a sap," you laughed

"Only for you, babygirl," he said, "I love you,".

"I love you too," you replied, pecking his lips one last time

"Wait!" He said, "Who's number one?"

"Ian. Flightplan Ian,"

"Ian? 'I am afraid of pigeons' Ian?" He asked incredulously and you nodded

"The outburst did it," you explained

Beau hummed, "But I'll always be first for you, right?"

"I'm going now," you replied with a smile

"Y/n, I'll always be first right?" He asked again as you unlocked the door and stepped out with a smile, Beau sprinted out behind you but stopped right outside his office. He looked around at the empty corridor, "Traitor!" He shouted. You were scared you had actually offended him for a moment but when you looked back at him you saw he was smiling.

"Love you too!" You shouted back

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #original fic #beau simpson x reader #beau simpson #beau cyclone simpson #cyclone x reader #cyclone

[chilly-me-softly]

Hi could you write an angst with kylian mbappe, the two of you having an argument because of his jealousy

"Why are you so angry with me?" you slam your hands on the kitchen counter before turning to him and running a hand through your hair. For whole minutes now that screaming match has been going on, as soon as you got home the evening just ended without any glitch and yet there was something unnerving him and the little comments or teasing started. And you laughed the first time and also the second time, but by the third time you started frowning and even you couldn't get that atmosphere out of your system anymore. Even your patience has a limit after all.

"If you had paid less attention to others maybe they would have noticed that you are busy with me" you take a while to take in what he said, you stand there staring at him with your mouth slightly wide open for a few seconds.

"What are you... saying?"

Cause he had tried, he really had. He was also pleased and somewhat proud that you got along so well with everyone so much that you were wanted around here and there. But when some people had started making comments about how hard it was to bag someone like you or how they'd want some of that attention for themselves and he'd heard them, he couldn't help but allow his head to spin. Why weren't you next to him, why were you laughing like that, what did the others have that he didn't have... and he knew he was being silly but he couldn't get his brain to shut up. And inevitably his mood had been affected.

Kylian looked away from yours at that moment, "Others are always more important"

You scoff, "Really? Do you hear yourself when you speak?"

"Oh you mean to tell me that's not true?" your almost offended tone makes him snap back and again he doesn't want to but can't stop.

"Of course it's not true!" you reply raising your arms to the sky exasperated, "I tried to be friendly, but you were always there with me"

"That's the thing. I was there with you, but I wasn't with you"

"You lost me here" he sighs sitting on the edge of the sofa and you join him without getting too close though.

"All those people, all those eyes I don't know staring at you and looking for you and wanting you next to them..." this time it's you who sighs. Like whenever you go out with a group of people, you always try to give everyone the attention they deserve so that no one feels left out. But evidently sometimes you don't succeed one hundred per cent.

"Who did I come home with?"

"With me, yes I know but-" his sentence ends there with silence taking over before you too sigh.

"My eyes knew where you were all night, the others can say what they want I didn't look at them for a moment. And it doesn't matter who I'm talking to, you can come and find me whenever you want" his hands wrap around your waist erasing that small distance between you allowing your bodies to touch as he rests a gentle kiss on a spot on your arm a little below your shoulder where they reach.

"I would never look at someone else"

"I know I know. But I... I just want you for myself I guess"

"You think I don't feel the same when some female comes near you? That mad urge to grab you and french kiss you in front of everyone so they know you're off the market?!" he looks at you almost surprised, as if he didn't expect it and you kind of laugh.

"What? It's true" you feel his thumbs draw paths across your skin still covered in the fabric of the dress you're wearing.

"But you do hide it so well"

"I'll tell you a secret" you bring your lips close to his ear already anticipating what you're going to say on the tip of his tongue, "that's where we have the best sex ever"

#thank you anon #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe imagines #football imagines #football imagine #kylian mbappe blurb

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Drafted all the stuff I need done, and could do with something cheerful, so... This isn't really a whole scene, its just some silly hours that were in my head. With the whole taking old games back to the ship to give people something to do, and sure Etoiles is the most competitive, but nobody said anything about everyone else...

XCOM au, but really it's just Pac, Mike, Felps, Cellbit, and Bagi playing Mario Kart (wii version as its the one I know best)

Bagi wakes up to shrieking laughter, and is never more thankful for the sound-cancelling earplugs issued as standard to the entire team. She rolls over - the clock on the wall says she has an hour and a half before her shift, and sat on the floor of the common room are four very familiar faces. Felps is on the couch, almost serene as he sits crossed legged above the chaos below - Mike, leaning over Pac to try and grab Cellbit's controller with a scream of "Bitch!" as Cellbit laughs. Pac is leant back, trying to keep his controller from the chaos. Only his and Felps' characters managing to keep their vehicles on track.

She yawns, and sits up - oh, Christ, Mario Kart.

Somehow the people on the other seven bunks are sleeping through this but, again, sound cancelling earplugs as standard.

"Morning," she yawns in their direction, already thinking about a coffee from the kitchens down below.

Hmmm coffee.

"Morning!" Cellbit leans around of the sofa, mischief in his grin. "Do you want to tab in?"

"Not if you're tagging out," Bagi looks back at the clock, and counts. "Let me grab a shower and you're dead meat."

Cellbit and Mike's squabbling continues.

When she gets back ten minutes later, Felps is now in on the argument, and it seems an intense debate over whether Super Mario Galaxy is a happy game or not.

"Bagi!" Pac and Mike are even more in synch than usual today, matching expressions and tones as they speak. Mike turns back to the argument, seemingly having a blast, while Pac waves his controller and carries on, "help? Or steal a controller and play with me while they fight."

Bagi steals Felps', left unattended to one side. She and Pac are two laps into an especially viscous run of Mushroom Gorge. She's Roselina in a tank of a car, and Pac's playing Peach on a motorbike, and she can only laugh when Cellbit's offended "you started without us!" comes out a bit like a dejected cat.

They are both cat hybrids, but that's really besides the point.

(She hasn't seen his claws since they were children - did he learn better control or something? Doesn't seem like Cellbit, but what does she know of him now?)

"At the end of this race," Pac promises.

"Do you need me to sit out?" Felps offers. "Bagi has my controller anyway, I'm happy to watch."

"You can have mine," Mike offers, a slight wicked grin in his eyes. "Pac and I are only on call for another ten minutes, so I might just go lie down."

"Don't you fucking dare-" starts Cellbit, except that Felps takes the controller and laughs Mike away.

Mike goes and takes the bunk Bagi had been sleeping on, grabbing a clean pillow and then immediately face-planting into the sheets. It's unusually fast - a few seconds later Pac, just over the finish line, turns to her. His eyes aren't right - not brown, and neither green nor blue, but a pale shade somewhere between the two.

He raises a finger to his lips with a wicked, Mike-shaped grin, before turning back to watch Bagi finish the race.

There's not really time for her to think much about that as a fight starts over which track to play. She refuses any part in it, and then goes and selects random anyway.

Rainbow Road.

"Baaaaaaaagi," Cellbit whines for all of a second before curling over his controller, eyes fixed in concentration.

Pac, similarly, knuckles down and prepares for the race.

Felps flexes his wrists - he'd been advocating for it anyway.

Bagi cracks her neck, and sets to work.

It starts with extreme focus, quickly breaking when she sends a red shell straight into Felps, and earns a soft kick between the shoulderblades as it knocks him off the course. That one kick sets everything off - Cellbit elbows Pac to try distract him, only to be the one distracted in turn. Bagi swoops in, using her car's superior weight to drive Pac's bike from the course.

There's laughter winning out as three of the four of their cars are fished out of the depths of space.

It's also time for Cellbit to notice Pac's eyes and yell a quick, "that's cheating!"

"How's it cheating?" Pac asks. "It's the best way for all five of us to play."

The smirk on his face says he absolutely knows it's cheating. Bagi, with only half an idea what's going on, joins him anyway.

"Don't you love Pac?" she asks on his behalf. "And Mike? Why would you not want them to play?"

Bagi, distracted defending him - them? She isn't sure what pronouns to use when Pac and Mike are possessing each other, let alone like this where they seem even more unified than usual - drives herself off the course.

"Oh, fucking shit-bitches," she swears as she's fished back up, the others now taking the lead.

Above her, Felps cackles, while beside her both Pac and Cellbit giggle in their own ways.

Bagi isn't even sure who wins the race, in the end - it quickly devolves into pushing each other off the track, so probably an AI, and she thinks only Pac (and Mike) ever finished.

It doesn't matter though - no sooner is Rainbow Road over than she downs her coffee, slams random track again, and this time she's determined to /win/.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp x xcom #qsmp bagi #qsmp cellbit #qsmp pac #qsmp mike #qsmp felps #qsmp tazercrafft #pac plays peach as she has the best drift rating and have you seen the pictures from vegas #the others idk just vibes #qsmp au #i'll see if i'm in the mood to upload it later #favela as family #i don't want to abandon this au so i'm not going to #but chewing over how to handle it at present

[kayhi808]

Perfect Match - 9

Warning: Normally I don't have violence in my stories, but this is Mafia based fiction. This chapter has knife torture.

BACK OFF OR EVERYONE YOU LOVE WILL SUFFER

You stare at the note. Upon hearing the door open, "Did you see them?"

Billy locks up and pulls you into his arms, moving you away from the box & towards the kitchen, "I told you to stay upstairs."

Pulling away to look up at him, "Did you see them?"

Rubbing his hands up and down your back, "No, it was the concierge. He said it was left on the delivery desk in the lobby so he brought it up." He sits you on the kitchen stool as he gathers a garbage bag & gloves. He bags up the box & note & leaves it by the door.

"Should I call grandfather? He can get his men to pick it up and look it over."

"So can I," sounding a little offended. "Let my guys examine it. I don't want to go to your family empty handed. I need to prove I can take care of you."

Cradling his face in your hands, "Of course. I didn't mean to imply otherwise. It's a habit to go to my grandfather. I didn't mean to offend you." You place a gentle kiss on his lips, "You're right. We're a team now. We can handle this."

"I should have planned this better. We need a security detail in place. It's obvious that our enemies are coming out of the woodwork sooner than I expected."

"Our engagement was only officially announced last night."

"Game on, Angel."

*****

Bill works fast. He had his people tapping into the buildings security cameras & cameras in businesses around the building looking for the guy who dropped off the box. In no time at all, they sent him an image of the guy. You didn't find him familiar, but you were going to take it to grandfather. Bill already distributed it to his contacts.

He had someone pick up the box but there were no prints & it was a human heart. These guys aren't playing around. That made Billy even more pissed off.

Bill's anger was nothing compared to grandfather's. He was going to give himself an aneurysm. It took you a while to calm him down. He had the pic of the delivery guy sent out to his men. He said he'll be in contact when they got any news or apprehended the guy. "Piccola, there's the townhouse on East 64th. You should make it your home. You'll need a residence."

"We're looking, nonno."

"No, for your wedding. Take the townhouse. It's a gift." He kisses you on both cheeks and shakes Bill's hand. "You'll need to redecorate & have your men set up security, but it's good. A solid base of operations and it's right in the city. It's large, 7 bedrooms to fill with great-grandbabies," he teases.

"Nonno, stop."

"You need to think about pushing the wedding up. They think to stop this before the switch in power is made. If the wedding is soon it gives them less time to plan."

"We'll think about it."

"Two months," sitting behind his desk. "Set a date for early October."

"I can't plan a wedding in 2 months! The venue needs to be booked..."

Waving away my arguments with a wave of his hand, "Tell me where you want your wedding and I'll make it happen."

By the time you left grandfather's place you were set to get married at The Glasshouse in Hell's Kitchen and had a 6 story townhouse.

*****

Billy was stretched out on the couch with you draped over him. Enjoying the time you have left at Bill's loft. Bill's been busy safeguarding the new townhouse with state of the art security. Your chin resting on you hand placed over his beating heart, Bill's fingers running through you hair, massaging your scalp, you release a sigh. Bill gives you a soft smile. You peek up at him, "Are you ok with all this? I know its moving much quicker than you had thought." Bill has lived his life in the shadows. Not being seen. This is a huge change for him. He'll be the front man for the America Family. As father was for Italy. You felt guilty for turning his life upside down.

Bill shrugs and continues to play with your hair. "It makes you mine that much sooner."

"I'm already yours." Pushing up against his chest, to shift forward for a kiss. "Nonno can be overbearing. If you want, I can tell him we need more time."

Bill sits up, leaning back against the armrest, so you get up to kneel between his legs. "Are you getting cold feet? Second thoughts?"

You shake your head, "Absolutely not." The confidence in which you answered him, has him breaking out into a large smile. He leans forward to kiss you which you eagerly return. You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth and he opens to you while fisting your hair in his hands. With every kiss this man claims a little more if your heart.

You both are rudely interupted by his phone. You break apart with a pout. Bill reaches over to see who's calling and he set you aside. "It's your grandfather." You're surprised he's calling Bill and not you. "Russo....Yes, sir. I'll take care of it. Send me the location." Billy's eyes dart to you and he gives you a smile. "She's right here. I highly doubt she'll let me leave her behind....Yes, sir." Billy disconnects.

"What?"

"He's got the delivery guy." Getting up off the couch. You give him a surprised look. Its only been 2 days. "They're holding him for us," looking down at his phone when a message comes through. "You know this place?"

Tilting his phone towards you & you nod, "It the warehouse the Family goes to, to... question people."

Billy silently nods and makes a call. "Micro, I need you to gain access to the security cameras at this location. I just sent you the coordinates. We found the delivery guy but I don't want any surveillance showing Y/N and I were there. I don't want to be ambushed either. Good. Good."

*****

You reach the warehouse & you're admitted by one of your father's men, "This is no place for you, little girl."

Bill steps up to him, making him back away, "And who are you to give her orders? Hmmm? Mind your fucking manners."

You breeze pass them & Bill follows you. You lead him to the back room. You've been here a dozen times with your grandfather & his men. This was your school room. You learned to get used to the feel of a knife slicing through flesh. The sight & smell of blood. Turning a deaf ear to crying & screaming. Getting used to the smell of vomit, piss & shit. You learned just how much torture the human body can take before it shuts down.

"This him?" Him, being the crackhead stripped down to his dirty tighty-whiteys tied to a chair. Looks like grandfather's men already worked him over a bit. You walk up to him, "What's your name?"

He doesn't answer, but spits at you. You wipe your cheek with the sleeve of your shirt as Bill's fist connect with his nose. You hear the satisfying crunch of bone. He screams & tries to break through his restraints. "Let's try this again." Bill slaps him to gain his attention, "What's your name?" Bill's voice is barely above a whisper but it's commanding & steely. You want to smile at how sexy he sounds, but it's not the time or place.

"Nick!" He yells back, blood streaming out of his nose.

You walk in front of him, "Tsk. Was that so hard? Who gave you that box, Nick?"

"I...I don't...know." His eye widen as you take out one of your knives. "I don't know!!!"

"Nicky, I don't believe you. You were on camera. I saw YOU." You draw the blade slowly down the back of his arm and he groans & cries. "Who hired you?" Except for his sobs, he's silent. You do a matching slice down his other arm and he yells. Bill digs through Nick's discarded clothes. He finds his baggie of meth & tosses it to you. Showing him his drugs, "If you tell me what I want to know, you can go on your merry way. I'm sure a fix would make you feel so much better right now." Gently brushing his dirty oily hair off his forehead. "Wouldn't it?"

"I don't knoowww."

Bill stalks over, "Wrong answer," and plunges his own knife into Nick's thigh. Bill wraps his hand around your arm & pulls you back while Nick screams & thrashes around in his chair, with the blade imbedded in his thigh. "Who the fuck hired you?" Bill twists the knife, spreading the wound open when he didn't get an answer quick enough.

"Fontana! Mike Fontana!"

You look over at Billy and you notice a quick narrowing of his eyes as the pulls out the knife. He stands back silent.

You know something is up, but you can discuss it later with him. "Let him go." You nod at the men, leaving with Bill."

Once you're in the car driving away. "Who's Fontana?" Bill's silent, you can tell he's thinking things through. "Bill?"

"Fontana was the guy your father hired me to kill. Mike is his son."

Son of a bitch! What has your dad gotten you in to??

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfiction

[peejsocks]

bam rq!! (smut 👉👈)

i came across these and i think they go well together

bam - “i am not driving home with you, are you crazy”

reader - “fine, continue to act like you hate me”

a/n: bammy brain rot all day! since you didn’t specify pronouns i made it female reader and i know to some that doesn’t make sense but i just struggle with gn smut, i hope it’s okay! and thank you for requesting <3

ps: i’ve been finding the fan base pretty dead so if you read this, feedback is much appreciated :)

disclaimers/tags: nsfw. nsfk. minors dni. general don’t be stupid advice.

Like many in the town of West Chester, you knew Bam Margera. Like some, you were currently not on his list of favorite people.

As fate would have it, you were now trying to convince him to get in your car as you fled a party doomed by police sirens approaching.

Since your break-up, the two of you had been at the same parties a couple of times. Inevitable when you have friend groups that intersect. Usually, someone told you he was there in hopes of stirring some drama and exploiting the CKY guys for some lame irrelevant news.

A couple of girls who pretended to be your friend during your brief fling with the famous kid even came up to you to say Bam had come onto them, falsely offended. "I would never! Unless, you were okay with it...?"

A shrug and a swig was enough answer for them.

Whether or not he was actually making out with all of your so-called friends was not a question you looked for the answer.

Fights broke out at crowded houses constantly. A few guys were infamous for starting them, and only stopping when cops pull them off of an unconscious body. You were let in on this when you were with Bam. If one of these dudes were spotted in a brawl, everyone should meet at whoever's car was closest and get the hell out of there.

Most of you were still twenty. It was not worth getting caught underage drinking over some dickhead seeking attention.

Tonight, the neighbours weren't fucking around and called the cops as soons as the first chanting of "fight!" was yelled out. Now half the party is swarming the streets trying to figure out where to go.

That's when you catch Bam standing unfamiliarly alone on the pavement and yelling at his phone.

"I can't go that way! How did you even get past them? Turn the fuck back and come get me."

Seeing red and blue lights flicker in the distance, without much thought, your hand wraps around his and pulls his body forward. For now, the warm electric shock that bolts through you just from the small contact of his skin with yours will be ignored.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

"Kidnapping you. Isn't it obvious? Get in, we have to go."

Stubborn as always, his hand pulls away from your grip in defiance. Quickly, you're getting annoyed.

"I'm on the phone."

He looks so much like a child saying this, eyes angry and resenting. Like he knows he has no good arguments, playing dumb to spite you will have to do.

"Do you want to finish your conversation from the inside of my car on the way home or when they give you your one phone call in jail?"

"I'm not driving home with you, are you crazy?"

Huffing, you turn your back to him and walk around to the drivers side, unlocking the door. His phone is hanging loosely beside his ear, but the grip of his fingers seems strong. He is staring at you, hesitant but considering.

"Fine, continue to act like you hate me. After I give you a ride. But in the meantime, can you give yourself a break and think rationally? You know, so you don't get busted?"

Seconds feel like minutes before he mumbles to whoever has not hung up on him yet that he'll meet them at his place.

As soons as Bam opens the passenger door, you're climbing in and speeding out of there.

You smirk when he clings to the ceiling handle and fumbles with the seatbelt.

"I don't think this piece of shit can handle your driving."

"I think you're managing just fine." Extending the joke, you change gears rapidly and the tires screech, running a yellow light. He glares your way. "Performs better than your overpriced Ferrari."

Defeated blue eyes averted ahead give away hurt feelings. "It's the streets in this town's fault, they're not made for supercars."

You laugh at his posture. "Sure."

For the next few minutes you are both sitting in surprising comfortable silence, until Bam spots a 24-hour grocery store.

"Oh, stop here. I need to get some stuff."

A glimpse of his rings when he points at the neon sign almost makes you choke, feeling trapped inside a slow motion sequence as your eyes trail up his neck. Snap out of it.

"I'm not your fucking driver, fuck off."

"You fucking volunteered to drive me home, don't be a bitch. C'mon, I'll be quick."

It was a mistake to look into his big doey eyes, but you did it anyway, aware of the outcome.

Ineffective but self-serving, you park the furthest from the store so he has to walk the distance. Away from any other cars, lamp posts or people. As you're waiting, you turn on the radio.

However long he was gone was the time you spent trying to convince yourself you didn't miss his smell. Or his voice, his smile, his tattoos. His rough hands bruising your hips.

The light inside turning on when the door opens again brings you back to reality.

The tips of your fingers massage your forehead, stressed when you can't help but stare at his spread legs when Bam takes his seat next to you, bulge just noticeable enough.

He rattles the plastic bag, taking out a small packet of Twizzlers and handing it to you.

"As a thank you. I got you a water bottle too."

Smiling cautiously, you avoid his gaze, taking the water first and gulping it down. Maybe it was a hotter night than you noticed.

As you're ripping open the candy, a Deftones song comes on. Immediately, the two of you look at each other, red sugary tube in between your teeth.

Bam laughs first, looking away and bringing his fingers to his lips, shy. It's contagious enough that you copy him, eyebrows shooting up.

"What are the chances?"

For the two months you were together, Bam hated your appreciation of the band. As an experiment, you tried having sex to their discography a couple of times. It never turned him off, but it's unclear whether it ever turned him on more.

"Did it ever work?"

"What, like, do I have an urgency to fuck something whenever I hear that fucking rythmic guitar? No, not really." His head turns to you, eyes widening with something not entirely negative. "But I do think of you when it comes on. So, I guess it worked in that sense, I don't know."

You meet his shrug with a bitter apology. "Sorry about that. At least you have an unpretentious reason to never listen to them again."

"Yeah." A small chuckle. The skin around his eyes creases when he squints. "Or to give them another chance. Been doing it a lot, actually."

With a pause, you ask him something you might come to regret later. "Did you change your mind?"

His answer comes in the movement of ring-clad fingers rolling the volume button up.

The louder vibrations don't help the fast beating of your heart when Bam drops the bag of alcohol under the seat, calmly turning his body your way and placing a hand on your bare leg.

He doesn't meet your eyes, focused on tracing your skin lightly with his thumb.

It's so small but the rush of his touch, which you have missed terribly, is such that the back of your neck is hot and you feel like puking.

"I thought you hated me."

Those were, to be fair, his last words to you.

Sure, it was said in the middle of a drunken fight over jealousy, but he never called to take it back. A month went by with no contact, seeing each other at parties and pretending to be strangers.

Being this close to him, alone, was bittersweet.

It was a clash of the memories of your last moment together with the excitement of being touched by him again. The potential of being his again.

"I do." Your eyes shoot up at his admittance, betrayed and on edge. "I hate that you left. I hate that you didn't come back the next day yelling and breaking shit at my house. I hate that you never said you hated me back. You just left me."

His hand is still on you, light, testing. It burns, but you don't dare move it, afraid the absence would hurt far more.

"I didn't know you wanted me to do that. But what did you expect, Bam? You yelled it to my face. I gave you time to apologize, but you never did."

"I'm sorry." Blue eyes finally meet yours. And to your horror, they feel genuine in their longing. "I'm sorry I got mad over something stupid, and yelled and said dumb shit I didn't mean. You didn't deserve that."

There's no air in your lungs. You feel like sinking into the car seat. "You're putting me in a very difficult position here, you know?"

The blink of his eyes is slow, and you want to believe it's his way of showing vulnerability.

"Did you miss me?"

The presence on your leg moves and scorches its way. With gritted teeth, you breathe out. Try to, anyway.

“Do you miss how I touch you? My fingers in you? Riding me?"

Your chin is pointed down, following his movement closely and imagining the reward you'd get for being truthful.

His hand wraps around your thigh, thumb pressing on the excessive skin and turning it red. Your skirt is rising and you lick your lips, probably not as discreetly as you planned.

"Because I miss all of it. I want to grab around your throat as I pound into you, and you cry, so beautiful. I want to hear you moan my name again. I need to, because in my dreams that's when you go quiet. It kills me every time I wake up sweating and hard, thinking of your pretty lips trembling."

"Bam." You whisper and his hand freezes in place. Looking into his eyes, you confess. "I'm scared you're gonna hurt me again."

His free hand comes up to your cheek, and you shiver when cold metal meets your burning skin. "I know better now. Let me show you I can treat you right."

The deep bass still playing in the background registers in your brain, and you are hit with flashbacks to so many good moments with the man holding you.

With his shirt balled into your fist, you meet his lips.

It's just that for a few seconds, lips touching, reminiscing on each other. Until his hand squeezes the inside of your thigh and it triggers your muscle memory, moving to take more of his mouth.

Bam has always, and continues to be, the best kisser you have ever had. He leads slow and patient, but loves when you take initiative, matching your pace perfectly.

If this were any other guy you weren't familiar with on a first date, you might spend more time enjoying a nice kiss. But it isn't, your head is pounding and your insides are pulsing.

To get what you want, you push Bam back and move to straddle him, hand never leaving the nape of his neck.

You take a second to look down at him, briefly submissive and needy, eyes glossy as he waits for you to go back to him just as he had been dreaming of.

You let him grab you by the waist and guide you to sit on his lap in the passenger seat of your car, something you had done many times before in his.

Back to making out, you start with wet lips on his neck, then jaw, the sharp ends of his smile that you love so much. Your tongue pokes out and he sucks on it without questioning.

Suddenly, you hear a loud crack and the backrest moves. Not all the way, but enough that you jump back to the driver’s side. Honestly, you can't afford to fix a broken seat, or explain how it broke.

Out of air, you're laughing when Bam turns his head back to you with a glint in his eyes. "I have an idea."

Leaping to the back, he extends a hand to you. He's breathless, flushed pale skin, his hair is out of place and there's a wicked smile on his face. It’s impossible not to mirror it.

You let him pull you onto his lap again.

Bam is quick, sneakily lifting your tank top and exposing your breasts to his busy lips. It was so hot that his spit around your nipples was alleviating, and you whimpered shamelessly, tugging on his dark hair.

Everything was overwhelming, so you don't put too much thought into it before grinding down on the hardness pushing against his black pants. As a response, Bam groans and bites your breast, definitely leaving teeth marks. The pain pulls the first whiny moan out of you tonight.

"I can see why you missed this."

You're teasing because you know where it gets you.

From his hunched position, Bam’s head shoots up, eyes bright in the dark of the deserted street. His tongue licks up the crevice in between your tits.

"You can pretend you didn't miss it too, but I won't believe you."

Smiling, you shoot back, feigning innocence. "Why not?"

"I'll show you."

Cold fingers reach your covered slit under your military green skirt and you suck in a breath. It's beyond your control at this point, and you rub against his hand just as you had done a few moments before on his dick.

Thinking of the swollen member and the fact that you could have it again, not just in your imagination, was thrilling. You feel him lightly press on your clit, and the begging begins.

"Bam, please." Your eyes are closed, but you know he is watching you. "Please, I know the rules, I'm begging."

His thumb teases along the fine line of your underwear. Teeth bite into your skin again. "Such a good girl. I would've done it even if you didn't follow. I really don't deserve you."

Bam's tongue is sucking on your neck when he slips under your panties, just two fingers running along your wet entrance.

Your grip on his locks grows stronger and you practically growl his name. He laughs, satisfied, but it's okay. His hard-on poking your thigh keeps you going.

"Can you pull my skirt up, please? I want you to see how wet I am." It's surprising even to you, that you said this. It's so earnest, when he hasn't earned it.

A glimpse of shock followed by adoration crosses the look he gives you, and so you decide he’ll make your sincerity worthwhile.

As you ordered, your skirt is pulled up to your waist, and Bam gets a good view of your lace white panties. Soaked.

You watch as he lays you down carefully, eyes stuck on your still covered cunt, and removes his shirt. You take in his chest moving up and down, a sign of his nerves, and search for the Heartagram tattoo that was a lot more gratifying than a simple happy trail.

Distracted, you barely feel Bam's teeth graze against your hips when he pulls your underwear down with them. It's hot enough to make you chuckle in disbelief, which earns you a look.

Nice Bam is off for now, because he's never been nice when eating you out. It's always fast, hungry and unrelenting. This time is no different.

He is lapping up your folds, tongue darting in and out as his thumb circles your nub. It's actually too much.

"Bam, I love you, but please. I can't take this. Just get your pants off, now."

You force him to look up by pulling on his hair, drool making his chin shine. He wipes it off with his hands. God, the tattoos and the rings.

He doesn't take his eyes off of you as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock free. It's better than you had been hoping, redder and dripping more than you had seen before.

You pull on his necklaces to beckon him on top of you. His dick is on top of your stomach, and you shiver.

Reaching down, you envelop his shaft and give soft slow pumps, feeling the tip of his head carefully. His jaw slacks, and brows furrow, a full moan coming out from pink lips.

Before you can continue, he stops your hand and takes a deep breath.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna stop you right there. I'm not gonna last through that."

"It's okay."

Bam readjust so he's aligned with your entrance. His face screams focus and anticipation, it's endearing.

You're actually scared of how this is going to feel.

When the tip brushes your clit, the both of you jump slightly, so you wrap your arms across his back to keep him close and encourage him to continue.

He pushes, agonizingly slow. And when he is finally inside, you can see stars.

It feels like everything around you is on fire.

"You okay?"

Nodding, you give him a reassuring smile and a pat on the back, which earns a laugh from him.

"Tell me if you need a break."

Pushing more, Bam is all the way in you. All the good memories rush back to you and you gasp, holding onto him tight.

"Baby, you feel so good. I missed this so bad." Your voice is strained.

You open your eyes to see Bam smiling, smug, pointy incisors standing out to you.

"I know you did.”

"Don't be scared to move, please, I can take it."

"Of course, princess."

So he moves, patiently sliding out halfway and then moving back in. He's being careful because you look like you're struggling, but it's just pent up need.

"Bam, what was I like in your dreams?"

He's still pumping slowly.

"You were wonderful, gorgeous."

"Yeah? I bet I can take more than her." He looks at you quizzically, but amused. "Try me."

Bam's hand closes around your neck. He moves back all the way to the head, just to mercilessly thrust into you until his balls hit your skin.

"That's it, go on."

He's carefully holding you in place so you can take him comfortably as he thrusts faster, his tempo getting more ragged.

You can feel the veins in his cock as you tighten around him, proud of how good he's giving it to you and you are taking it.

You adjust on the seat so he can move both hands to your hips and help you roll them in synch with his.

You're fucking each other as rough as possible, and maybe it's in your head but the windows in your car are fogging up.

Bam is so loud, you’re swallowing your own whimpers just so you can hear him moan freely.

Somehow, while you two are going at it, Bam finds a way to get close to your ear and whisper. "I love you too."

Shock runs through you as your words from moments ago hit you. Fuck, you didn't even know that you loved him. Hearing him say it back was ecstatic, and now he was hitting you right in that perfect spot.

"Bam, please, I'm close."

You're scratching his back when you orgasm, Bam spilling inside you right after.

He's not even moving anymore, and you're still riding your high. The weight of his body and the dark curls covering your eyes, his shoulders slumped against your chest. Of course you love him.

Your car is very tidy, so he uses his shirt to clean you up and you fake a gag, telling him you never want to see him wear it again.

Dressed, you're still laying on the seat. Bam is glowing in all his post sex glory, stomach muscles glistening with sweat. He pulls you roughly under his legs so he is the one straddling you now.

Giggling, under your own bliss, you try your best to fix your hair.

He's kissing your chest again, whispering. "Does this mean we're back together?"

"Do you want to be?”

“I have to say, I perform a lot better in your car than mine."

"I agree." You deadpan and he laughs. "You have to sell that stupid car, it's so cursed."

#jackass fanfic #bam margera x reader #debated whether or not to leave the pic in bc jokes

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Hmmm, I'm not sure if this has been requested before so feel free to ignore this if it has. The brothers with a motherly and caring reader that always makes them breakfast, lunch bentos, and dinner, and is a master of textile work (sewing, knitting, etc.) but will beat up anyone who dares to test her patience.

Lucifer, who sometimes thinks coffee is an acceptable meal replacement, kinda needs someone like this in his life. At first he acted offended, all "don't coddle me. I am not a child. >:(" But quickly turned that frown upside down when he realised how much mc's kindness has benefitted everyone in the house. Including himself. He really appreciates no more arguments about cooking, and he also appreciates the only argument he hears about it these days is mc making sure he actually remembered to eat today. He always takes his packed bento box with him, the only member to never once forget his lunch at home. 

“How fast do ya think you could knit another one?” Is Mammon’s first question upon mc handing him a sweater they knitted. And regardless of their answer, he’s asking because he wants to own another so he can constantly show off to his brother’s at what mc made for him. Mammon always cleans his plate from mc’s cooking, swears up and down it is the best cooking he’s ever eaten, to which mc claims that it’s because they make it with love. He’s asking for seconds. Sometimes forgets his bento on purpose because mc always comes and offers to share theirs with him, meaning they get to have lunch together. mc has caught on and now packs extra in their own lunch. 

Leviathan, who already knows sewing tricks thanks to enjoying cosplay, learns a few other things from mc. When a fabric just isn’t cooperating, he’s calling them in for back up, and normally between the two of them, they manage to pull through. When mc offers to make him a bento box for lunch, presents them with his Ruri-chan bento box while on his knees. Yeah he doesn’t always go into RAD but he still needs a healthy nutritious lunch too, is what mc tells Lucifer, who shakes his head while watching mc shape Levi’s sandwiches into cute faces similar to his favourite anime characters. 

Satan proudly owns a knitted set by mc, that all have the matching themes of, you guessed it, cats! On cold winter days off he can be seen walking around with his cat beanie, gloves, sweater and socks. He also has a plain green set but he clearly likes his cat set more. I can also see him asking for mc to teach him how to knit so he can eventually knit them a set. But he’s probably terrible at it at first and nearly ends up throwing the knitting needles through the wall due to not understanding how mc can just make it look so effortless. 

“I can patch that up for you!” Is how Asmodeus finds out about mc’s sewing talents, especially their efficiency under pressure. He needed his outfit ready by 8 and they had fixed ten minutes before. He’s very grateful for everything they do, not just fixing up outfits, but all the cooking too, he always loudly thanks mc for their delicious food before eating or when they give him a homemade bento. But he also worries that they might not be taking enough time to take care of themselves, so he offers pretty frequently for them to come do something with him to relax. Spa days, shopping trips, brunches, he’s happy to offer as long as they come with him. 

Mc cooks for Beelzebub, and he’s ready to defend them in every scenario. No but in all seriousness, he is so grateful. He will eat any dish they put in front of him, he will always say it’s delicious and clean his plate, as well as everybody else’s, after he makes sure mc has eaten something of course. He will always accept their bento lunches, and will send them crying stickers if he forgets his. “Mc I forgot my bento, I’m sorry.” Apologies to them because he feels terrible that all their hard work cooking for him was for nothing, only to be pleasantly surprised when they do out of their way to bring him theirs. He takes them out for dinner as thanks. He also really loves the sweaters mc knits for him, says they feel comfy and wears them all the time. 

Belphegor gets a handmade cow plushie made by mc for his birthday, to which he laughs dryly at. But for some reason, every now and then it makes it into his bed, along side his favourite pillow. Swears up and down he must’ve just accidentally thrown it into his bed. That it’s a strange coincidence he’s ended up hugging it. Not that he treasures a silly little plushie mc made for him as a joke. Yes he forgets his bento, yes sometimes he doesn’t even wake up in time for lunch and it stays in the fridge the whole day. But he is furious if anyone else even touches the bento mc made for him. Not even Beel is safe. 

#lucifer #mammon #leviathan #asmodeus #satan #beelzebub #belphegor #om lucifer #lucifer om #mammon om #om mammon #leviathan om #om leviathan #asmodeus om #om asmodeus #satan om #om satan #beelzebub om #om beelzebub #belphegor om #om belphegor #obey me #obey me x reader #om! #om x reader #obey me swd #obey me one master to rule them all #headcanons #my writing tag

[cloudninetonine]

“If something happens to me, nothing will change. But if something happens to any of you, things will start to unravel.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I really don’t want to find out.”

———

They were stuck. They were stuck and everyone knew it, there was no option that hadn’t been covered and then swiftly turned down.

Scout turned to the group, having let out an exasperated sigh “Haven’t I proven myself capable enough?” They crossed their arms in front of themself standing up a little straighter as if a stronger stance would change anyone’s mind.

“ You have, but that’s not the issue here.” Time was the first to respond, eyebrows knit together in a stern glare. The only response he got was another huff of indignation. The eldest hero brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose- hoping to alleviate the growing pressure in his head.

Wars moved a step forward pushing past Time to look Scout in the eye, they turned their head away refusing to meet his gaze.

“ You just admitted willingness to sacrifice yourself for this-“ his tone was accusatory, but the concern was not hidden. “ You do realize that, don’t you?” He turned back to the group, looking for backup. Wild just looked away, shuffling awkwardly in place. He knew saying anything now was pointless. Scout looked to him, quietly begging for him to side with them. But there was nothing, dropping their hands to their sides they gave up on the attempt to look brave.

“ I’m just saying,” Scout started again. “If one of us should stay behind. It should be me, it’s more important that you guys get through this-“

“No one's staying behind, we already decided that.” Twilight cut them off, it was clear he was not up for a compromise. Scout shot him a dirty look, opening their mouth to argue. Not getting the chance to voice their disdain before being spoken over once again.

“I say if they wanna get themselves killed that’s their choice…” everyone turned to look towards the voice, Legend, who had been trying to avoid the conversation was leaning in the stone doorway. He met Scout's eye before looking away, not wanting to think of what could happen if they did stay behind. “ They shouldn’t have come with us in the first place.”

Hyrule turned to the veteran, surprised by his words, and seemingly a bit offended. “ Why would you say something like that?” He began, trying to defend his new friend's place in the group. “ They have just a right to be here as you or I.“ Legend turned to him snapping back “ Maybe you-“ the argument started to pick up and everyone was growing more tense. Scout turned back to Time as Four tried to break up the argument in the corner, some about ‘friends not fighting’ but no one was really paying attention.

“ I’m not saying leave me here to rot, I'm just trying to help you. I'm always expecting to just stay back so why won’t you let me when I actually want to? What matters is you all get out. Just let me do this.” Time pulled his hand away from his face. After another sigh he looked around the group opening up the floor for anyone else to speak. Wind moved closer to Wild, having decided best to also not bring attention to his thoughts on the subject. The last voice spoke up finally. Sky moved from behind Scout, offering nothing but another look of concern.

“ You’re not worth less than us…” he didn’t get to finish before they stepped away. It was clear they were not getting through, and each of them knew despite Twilight's statement. Someone would have to stay behind.

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This is just for you to read since I promised lmao- this is just the intro portion for you, fleshed out a bit more

__________ THIS GAVE ME SUCH HEART ACHE, GOD I RELATE TO IT SO MUCH BUT IT STILL HURTS ME IUGHRIGUG

#submission #cloud answers

[that0nestranger]

Why be mad when you can dance instead!

I decided to write a short fic for @animemoonprincess sway au!!! It’s just to funny not to write a fic on!

I hope you like it!!!

(Disclaimer: The Sway AU belongs to animemoonprincess!!!!)

You can also read this fic on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40185000

The day was like no other for MK and his friends, everyone sitting around the air ship either entertaining themselves or others. As per usual, Wukong and Macaque are arguing again, for the fifth time today. You could say the gang was getting pretty annoyed about this, wondering when it would stop, knowing the arguments only stopped when the two have traded blows and or walked away from one another.

Sitting on one of the bean bags in the main communal space of Sandys airship, Mei groaned listening to the two simians bickering back and forth about something she couldn't be bothered to ask about. Glancing to her left where MK was seated, who was also seated on one of the very comfortable bean bags, MK seemed to be sketching in his sketch book quietly. She hummed in thought giving a brief glance back to the monkeys before grinning.

"MK, hey, wanna cause problems on purpose?" She asked with a mischievous glint to her eyes. MK simply raised an eyebrow, a similar smirk painting his features. When was he not up to cause mayhem and chaos with his best friend. To Mei's right she could make out someone clearing their throat, that someone being Red Son. Turning to face the fire demon who was seated on one of the lounge chairs, she couldn't help but falter, "What ever your thinking of doing, don't." Red Son spoke with an annoyed and tired tone, knowing what ever it was Mei and MK where going to get up to, it was never anything good. Mei pouted, flopping back into the bean bag chair "Aw come on Fire Boy! I know your sick of their arguing just as much as the rest of us are! They've been going on for an hour now!" She protested staring over at the other, waving her hands in the direction of the still arguing simians.

"Surely you know of some, oh I don't know, some juicy blackmail on those two? Something we could use to stop them from arguing, distract them even?" Mei asked with a grin, a hopeful gleam to her eyes. Red Son simply shook his head "No, nope I am not getting involved in your shenanigans Dragon girl!" Red Son huffed, crossing his arms over his chest turning away from the two. MK to had at some point rolled off of his bean bag chair and shifted over to Mei, seating himself onto Mei's bean bag. Mustering up his best puppy eyed look, MK pouted "Please? Come on i'm so bored!" He whined throwing himself back, laying beside a giggling Mei, MK partly laid on her in a playful manner causing the other to protest, accusing the other of crushing her to death.

Now who could ever resist those damned puppy eyes of MKs? Not Red Son that's for sure. Heaving a heavy tired sigh, Red Son waved a hand at the two imbeciles, urging them to listen closely. "Fine, but do not blame me when you two get into trouble.." Both MK and Mei lit up with matching smiles and grins, high fiving each other in victory. Looking to Red Son the two of them urged the other to spill said blackmail, "I can't believe i'm tell you this. So, from what my father had told me about a while ago, the two have to dance if the other starts dancing. They need music to do so. Do what ever you want with that information, you did not hear that from me, got it noodle boy? Dragon girl?" Red explained, giving them a brief warning as he sat back into the couch, avoiding eye contact with the other two, who where already beginning to plan what ever they where going to do with that big of information.

"Well your the one who smells like burning trash! It's not my fault you smell so bad!" Macaque yelled, throwing his arms up in defence towards Wukong who gasped in an offended manner, briefly smelling himself "I do NOT stink! I showered two hours ago!" The golden simian argued back defensively, scoffing angrily as he crossed his arms over his chest turning his head away from the other briefly in a rude manner. "You think I smell bad when you smell even worse! The stinky smelly emo you are!" Wukong pointed an accusing finger at the black furred simian, fake gagging when he got to close. Macaque took great offence to this, taking pride in his looks and cleanliness.

Resting a hand on his hip, puffing his chest out angrily, the dark furred monkey scowled. "EXUSE YOU, YOU STUPID BLONDE-" Macaque halted in his shouting, staring at Wukong with a confused look. Said Rustic Furred monkey was lightly bobbing his head to a tune Macaque was only now just registering, hearing it off to the side. Said tune of a song he couldn't name was coming from Mei's phone, just loud enough to fill the room for everyone to hear.

"Why are you moving like that, stop it." Macaque warned trying to fight the urge to copy the other monkeys movements, not being able to last long as he also gave into the urge to copy the other. The two now bobbing their heads in sync to the easy beat of the song, their tails also moving to the beat in sync. "What? It's a good beat okay, I can't help it!" Wukong argued back, giving a brief shrug of his shoulders as a small smile began to creep across his features.

With a hum Wukong began to sway his hips side to side on time with the beat, head doing the same, Macaque easily following these movements perfectly copying the other. Macaque not wanting to admit the song was actually good, he forced back his own smile, continuing to scowl. From where Mei and MK where sitting, the two young adults snickered and giggled, Mei having now turned up the music's volume to full, watching as the simians swayed along with the music, starting to really move with the rhythm of the song. Macaque was not having this at all, he hated dancing in front of others, he knew Wukong did to, knowing that gave him a small bit of satisfaction to know the other too was suffering, even though it was embarrassing.

"Well now i'm doing it and I can't stop you fool!" Macaque growled, trying and failing to stop dancing, his body betraying him as his hips continued to move. Wukong trying not to laugh at the others protests, grinned cheekily "Oh come on Mac you love it! What? Afraid to show me what you got?" Wukong teased with a shit eating grin, knowing how to rile  the other up when he wanted to.

What the two bickering simians did not notice was Sandy, Tang, and Pigsy having all joined the trio in the living area watching said 'dance battle' go down. To this, they all began having a good laugh about it, baffled by how easy these two switched up from arguing, to straight up dance battle mode.

Macaque could be heard scoffing, an equally matched challenging look in both monkeys eyes, "Oh you are SO on, oh great monkey king." Macaque taunted the other, now taking control of leading their dancing. Breaking out his quite hilarious, though pretty good disco moves to which Wukong groaned in protest, following the others movements with ease. They moved in tandem, without missing a beat through out the entire song, their moves switching from simple to out right impressively funny.

With the song concluded, the two simians where laughing, breathing heavily and genuinely looked as though they had enjoyed themselves during their little dance battle, the argument from earlier having long been forgotten. The two could hear clapping and laughter from the living area across the room from them. Both Pigsy and Tang looking quite amused while Sandy complimented the two on their dancing skills. Both immortal monkeys glanced to the little audience they had gathered with their entertaining performance, MK and Mei fist bumping each other with a laugh.

Macaque, huffed crossing his arms over his chest, pulling his scarf up to cover his mouth and nose, a bright red blush creeping along his cheeks in embarrassment, having gotten flustered from all the attention.

Looking only moments away from shadow teleporting himself off of the side of the airship, the shadow monkey cleared his throat awkwardly. Wukong too sported a lovely red blush dusting along his freckled cheeks. "So, you two planned this hm?" The bashful monkey asked with a  cocked eyebrow, Wukongs toothy grin never leaving his face. To this, both MK and Mei froze with a sheepish smile looking to Wukong "Well you both stopped fighting so it worked out in the end!" MK spoke up, watching as both monkeys dumbfoundedly looked to one another before Macaque scoffed.

 "You still smell like garbage." Macaque teased, "YOU-" Wukong didn't get the chance to retort back, as the black simian disappeared into his own shadow, fleeing another potential argument. This did not falter nor stop Wukong from bolting out of the living area, heading straight for the shadow demons living quarters, practically fuming.

Laughing at this, MK laid back against the bean bag, Red Son too having found the dance battle between the two simians quite amusing. Mei on the other hand was re-watching a video on her phone, giggling and snickering, to a specific video at that. Unknown to the simian duo, Mei had recorded the entire dance battle, to which MK worried for best friends safety.

As her best friend, MK did warn her of the risk of keeping the video, incase his mentor or Macaque would find out and become two very upset and annoyed monkeys. This little warning did nothing to stop Mei from saving the video on multiple different phones, calling them back ups. Now who in their right mind would give up such useful blackmail content? Not Mei, that's for sure.

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