#and we can’t hug each other whenever we want either

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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PART 4

04 : DISAPPEAR

SUM. : you find out the truth about the boys' relationship

REQUEST. : this might be a dumb question but are the marauders also all in a poly relationship with each other? if so, i'd love one where the reader finally has that realisation and gets all blushy and starts to consider if they'd ever want to include her —@thepunisherfrankcastle

TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist james ; tattoo artist sirius ; piercer remus ; only slight fluff ; mostly angst ; im so sorry ; reader finds out the truth ; but not really in the best way ; major misunderstanding trope ; sirius isn't a bad person! ; poly relationship revealed ; yay? ; distance ; walking away trope-ish ; james is precious ; remus trying to make the hard decisions ; our boys need a hug ; wolfstar ; starchaser ; angst angst angst ; im sorry im sorry im sorry!

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Hearing James giggling fills your chest with warmth and is so contagious that you have to bite your lip so as not to join him. He sees your resistance and moves his hand, making you freeze up and stop all movement. His index finger curls under your chin to lift your gaze as his thumb settles on your bottom lip and slowly draws it out from the press of your upper teeth. 

“I can’t be the only one laughing, angel,” on his face is an innocent smile but you know he’s devilish — the raging fire he lights up inside you with the smooth delivery of his simple statement is evidence enough that he’s up to no good.

His light grasp offers barely any resistance when you lift your chin away, “that’s because I’m not ticklish like you,” 

“Hey now,” he warns firmly but you can see the mutual playfulness reflecting clearly in his hazel eyes, it was like staring into clear honey, “you’re the one who’s colouring in my tattoo like a toddler,” 

“I was bored,” you defend a little too quickly, getting huffy and exaggerating a pitiful pout. It was… a sight, James admits in his head; you look adorable like this and he wants to frame the image in his memory forever, “and besides, you agreed to it,”

“Yeah, so don’t tease me about being ticklish,” his hand reaches up to play with a strand of your hair before he leans down to press a kiss onto your forehead, where you feel his mischievous smile lift up the corner of his lips, “instead, tell me how much you love to hear my laugh,”

There’s no way you’ll ever admit that. Not to his face, at least…

“Woah, comfy are we?~” came the familiar teasing voice of Sirius, who walks into the room and almost has his eyes bulging out at the sight of you and James, “you lucky bastard, Prongs,” Sirius clicks his tongue but there’s no malice in his eyes or tone, “shirtless, all relaxed and cool, leaning back into the sofa with our doll on your lap and colouring in your tats,” your cheeks heat up under your skin when a shameless expression takes over James’s face and he sends a wink over at his fellow tattooist. 

“I guess I saved the universe in a past life,” James chuckles, receiving an eye roll in return.

“And you, princess,” Sirius whistles playfully and leans down to kiss the crown of your head, “how lucky you are to have such well-sculpted muscles and a handsome face entertaining you,” the heat on your cheeks continue to blossom, “I don’t know who I’m more jealous of,”

That was the first time you were hinted at Sirius’s dichotomy. Between the wink he sends James and the satisfied grin the glasses-wearing brunette returns, you felt a slight shaking in your heart that you couldn’t quite place. 

It didn’t feel bad… but it didn’t feel good either…

After the first homemade lunch you made for them, you’ve gotten into the habit of regularly visiting the boys at the shop with boxed lunches whenever time nears noon. They often insisted that the first surprise lunch was enough thanks. 

“It’s really okay for you not to do this, dove,” Remus voices, slowly trailing off as he leans forward to wipe a stray crumb off the side of James’ mouth with his thumb, only to lick the crumb he wiped off without batting an eye. James pays him no mind either and continues savouring your cooking; he was always the one person who devoured your food as if he was a starved man being fed for the first time.

“But–” you quickly protest, trying to dismiss the small gesture between the two, “but I enjoy cooking for you,” 

“And we’re very grateful,” Sirius smiles warmly at you and takes your hand to press a kiss against your knuckles, “but your company is enough,” ever the flatterer and flirt, you resist the butterflies in your stomach from his gesture and words. 

“And we feel guilty that you have to buy and cook all this food,” Remus adds but you assure them one more time. 

“I promise I’ll stop if it ever gets too hard or burdensome but, for now, please let me do it…” the boys look at each other and smile following a unanimous sigh of defeat. You weren’t aware of the effect your soft pleas and pretty eyes had on them. Of course, they couldn’t say ‘no’ and agreed, satisfied with your pledge for the meantime. 

“Ugh! These cookies are amazing!” James praises, completely oblivious to the interaction you had with Remus and Sirius. He looks up and the three of you have to suppress your laughter at his childish appearance, crumbs surrounding his mouth as his cheeks puffed out from the food he still had to chew. 

“Swallow your food first, James,” Remus reminds, which James quickly does before addressing you again. 

“Can you please teach me?” James leans forward in earnest and you swear there are stars in his eyes, “please teach me how to make them so I can have them all the time. I’m an expert at making fruit tarts now but Moony and Padfoot are sick and tired of me making just fruit tarts,”

You were flattered but…“I want them to stay special though,” you pout softly, “I want to be the only person who bakes them for you,”

Before James could answer, Sirius breaks out into peels of laughter, “you don’t have to worry about that, doll,” he winks at you and side-eyes James with a smirk, “James sucks ass in the kitchen, especially when it comes to baking,” James shouts in protest but is swamped by the laughter shared between you, Remus and Sirius. Nevertheless, you finally agreed to teach him just so he stops pouting… even if he looked cute doing so. 

That Saturday, you were at their apartment, eager to teach James the secrets to your baking creations. Their flat was sizable and still relatively clean, which you verbally praise and are clued into all of their cleaning habits in more detail. It appears that they have a pretty good system going on that keeps things neat; Remus handles the organisation of all items and keeps stock on most things, Sirius proactively keeps all spaces clean and James loves doing laundry. When asked, he said that the main reason was because he liked the smell of clean sheets, which you couldn’t really blame him for. Together, their good habits cumulatively result in a tidy space and you were impressed; not only were they great friends but they functioned well together too. In some ways, you were envious of that. 

When you arrived at the apartment, the boys had all of the ingredients you sent over on a list laid out on their kitchen counters, ready to be put together and baked into your famous cookies. 

“Do you two want to join us?” you ask with a smile as James helped you into Sirius’ apron, tying up the strings behind you. 

“We’re good, darling,” Sirius smiles and offers to tie up your hair as James slips into his apron. You don’t deny his assistance and hand him over your hair tie as Remus observes the scene with a soft smile, leaning against the door frame that leads into the kitchen.

As much as Sirius and Remus disparaged James’ abilities to bake in the kitchen, he, once again, proved them wrong. He did pretty well with following your instructions and getting things done if you discounted the times he got distracted and had to pull you away from the work as well, just to share in the fun. The last time you baked together was a lot of fun and you were just as eager to get back into the kitchen with him in order to experience that joy all over again. Like last time, Sirius and Remus occupied the living room while you and James got to making the cookie dough before eventually baking the cookies. With the timer set, it won’t be too long before you’re happily serving everyone yours and James’ baked cookies with some tea and coffee. 

“It’s just down the hall,” James points out, directing you to their bathroom, “it’s the last door on your right,” with a quick word of thanks, you make your way out to relieve yourself while James gets started on clean up duty. You promised not to be too long so he didn’t have to clean all by himself but he just laughed it off and assured you to take all the time you need — ever the sweetheart. 

Your mood was light and happy and, like all other times you spent with the boys, it felt as if you were walking on air… that is, until you weren’t. From the corner of your eye, when passing the living room doorway, your heart came to a stuttering stop at the scene you happened upon. 

Seated on the sofa was Remus with Sirius’ laid down, his head on the tall brunette’s lap. It would have been a scene you could have easily shrugged off if it weren’t for Remus bending down so that the two could share a loving kiss. One that had Sirius running his fingers through Remus’ light brown hair, who returned the touch by tenderly gripping at Sirius’ thigh with a spare hand. You would have remained frozen there, like some petrified statue, if Sirius didn’t hum pleasantly only to have Remus chuckle against his lips. 

Hurrying to the bathroom, you struggle to get the scene out of your head as your heart breaks over and over again until the stinging pain in your chest dulls into a throbbing ache. 

If they were in a loving relationship then you were happy for them, truly…you were; they always looked so content and at bliss around each other, you felt stupid for not having put the puzzle pieces together yourself. It was just conflicting as to why they never hesitated to establish some sort of distance with you when they already had one another. They were together romantically and yet they were able to press loving kisses against your temple and wrap their arms around you with their loved one standing close by?...

“There you are,” James chuckles when you finally make it back into the kitchen, “I was starting to get worried that you somehow got lost on your way to the bathroom,” it was a weak attempt but you joined his laughter without offering to explain your whereabouts. Turning back to the sink, James returns to washing the dishes as you wordlessly get to wiping down the surfaces. He doesn’t appear to notice your sudden change in mood or, at least, he doesn’t let on that he knows; soon enough, he’s yapping away again, being his usual goofy self and drawing a smile from you. He almost makes you forget. You could always count on James to be your ray of sunshine; a happy bug who was eager to spread his contagious joy. 

Sirius and Remus were a… surprise, although you really should have known better than to not suspect anything. They’re happy though, and you’re happy for them; that’s what matters. 

It was hard to gauge whether or not you should confront them about the revelation you had about their relationship. You had to thoroughly think it over… 

There had to be a reason behind why Remus and Sirius didn’t want to tell you about their relationship and managed to get James in on it too. It must have been a very good reason. So you can’t fault them and resolve to stay silent on the matter. Their privacy needs to be respected; they’ll tell you when they’re ready, you’re sure of it. For now, you just have to act normal, as if nothing happened. The only problem was that you were left to wonder…

Why haven’t they told you? Is it awkward for them? Maybe they didn’t trust you enough? Did they think you were homophobic?— You’re not! You fully support all types of love in all its forms and would never be prejudicial towards them because they preferred the same gender. Or maybe they did trust you but the right time just never came up? That’s also plausible. They probably just need time…yeah! Time, you can give them that; you’re a very patient person, after all—

“—Dove?” 

“H-huh?” you blink rapidly, returning to the present as Remus tilts his head at you curiously. 

“Are you okay?” there’s an amused smirk painted across his lips as he eyes you up and down, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” his warm voice is like a comforting hug on an autumn day, one that makes you want to lose all thoughts and melt into his arms. 

“Y-yeah!” you chirp as embarrassment begins to creep in, “Sorry about that,” he laughs with you, “I guess I got distracted,” Remus nods, understanding in his eyes as he turns to the clock on the office wall.

“The both of us have been at it for a while,” he hums when reading the time, “I think we deserve a break,”

“Snack run?” 

Seeing the delight in your eyes, Remus laughs and presses a kiss to your temple. It takes everything in you not to lean away out of respect for Sirius —you still need to act as normal as possible so you don’t draw attention but it’s getting harder and harder to do so, “snack run,” he confirms, his gaze lingering on your tight-lipped smile. It’s an awkward tilt of your lips and it doesn’t belong on your usually soft and brightly beaming features, Remus thinks to himself. He wants to ruminate on it’s appearance further but files away his thoughts for another day, “let me tidy up here first and I’ll meet you out front,”

Nodding stiffly, you hurry to leave and get to the front of the parlour, where you can safely catch your breath. There, you can recalibrate your thoughts and feelings from a safe distance—

Your gradually slowing thoughts come to a grinding halt as you pass. 

What did you just see?...

Angling yourself carefully and peeking through the crack of the door, you resist the urge to gasp in horror. In an otherwise empty tattoo room, Sirius sits in his tech chair and angles himself upwards as James stands and leans down to meet the former in a sweet kiss. 

Scandalised, you cover your mouth and step away from the door, suppressing a scream as racing thoughts pour into your head. 

SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!SiriusIsCheatingOnRemusWithJames!

All breath escapes you and the world begins to spin. The charming, loyal and honest character of Sirius that you’ve built up in your head breaks apart and you’re left spiralling at the implications of his betrayal. You feel like crying and vomiting and throwing a rage-filled fit all at the same time! Wait! —No! It’s not about what you want to do it’s about what you need to do and that’s to—

It was then that you hear Remus walking down the steps behind you. Your heart jumps in your chest and your stomach caves in on itself. Leaning forward, you peek through the crack in the open door again and find Sirius carefully prepping his tools for a later appointment while James is against one wall on the other side of the room, checking something on the computer. 

Good… Remus doesn’t have to see anything… you think to yourself, although the thought alone makes your heart break all over again. 

“Ready to go?” Remus asks, approaching you with a lifted brow of curiosity. He’s probably wondering why you haven’t made it to the front of the parlour yet. 

“I-I was just thinking!…uhh,” you bite your lip and try to keep your rising panic from reflecting in your eyes. 

“Hmm?”

“I don’t really want to go on a snack run,”

“Oh?” Remus didn’t even try to hide his surprise, it wasn’t like you to not go on a snack run — so much for wanting to act normal… “How come?”

“I just remembered something-!” it was a lame excuse but you could kill two birds with one stone through this, it’ll be worth it, “-something I wanted to talk to Sirius about—”

“You called?~” speak of the devil and he shall appear. Upon hearing his name, Sirius pulls open the door and flashes his usual charming smile, which only draws a chilling glare from you. Caught off-guard, Sirius blinks in surprise, “What’s the matter, dollface?”

A taunting whistle floats through the air from behind him as James steps up and eyes your unusually angry expression, “what did you do this time, Pads?”

“I-I don’t know…” his normally confident, unwavering voice stutters and is offered cautiously, almost scared despite the tattooist standing a good few inches taller than you. 

Finding some confidence, you square your shoulders and address Remus again but keep your glare focused on Sirius, “Why don’t you and James go on a snack run while I talk to Sirius?” you almost snap out the cheater’s name from spite. You can’t believe you ever deluded yourself into thinking he was a good person that could do no wrong. He’s charmed you, Remus and James, tricked all three of you and you weren’t going to stand for it. 

The two boys jokingly wish their friend ‘good luck’ as they walk past and head out, promising to get his favourites so he can nurse his wounds from the verbal beat-down he was about to receive with something yummy. It’s clear that James and Remus don’t really believe you’re capable of delivering much vengeance or rage but the fire in your eyes tells Sirius otherwise. As soon as the front door closes behind the two, you push Sirius back into the private tattoo room before he could utter a single word. 

“You need to explain yourself, Sirius Orion Black and you need to do it now!” you demand, your voice harsh and biting, something you’ve never done in front of the boys before and catches the traitor, in your eyes, by complete surprise. Sirius doesn’t know what he’s done but he already feels incredible guilt and sorrow over it. He’s never wanted to draw out such a horrid emotion out of you; you’re only allowed to feel happiness and love and comfort. Not this. Never this…

“I-I don’t understand, princess—” he reaches for you but you step away from his touch, your piercing glare and obvious rejection stabbing a knife through his chest. You’ve never pulled away from his reach before, he’s not used to this. What did he do? He would take it all back, whatever he did, if it meant that you would lean into his touch again rather than pull away. He’d do anything to quash the evident flames of rage in your eyes. What did he do?... What did he do goddamnit?! 

“I saw it! I saw everything! You’re playing both of them!” you shout, your rage lashing out and scorching him with their intense heat. There was no holding you back, you told him everything, about how you saw his kiss with Remus and James. His eyes widen in shock before filling with horror, which does nothing but corroborate your heart breaking revelations, “I don’t want to believe it! How could you do this to them, Siri?...” your shouting voice slowly quietens and tapers off at the end, quivering like a shaken autumn leaf. So heartbroken over the fact, your rage quickly turns into sorrow and tears quickly fill your eyes, “You’re better than that, I know you are!” and you really do. No matter how betrayed you feel and having witnessed the evidence first hand, you cling onto the little slither of faith you still had in Sirius, “Please tell them the truth, they deserve the truth… they deserve you being forthcoming with them because they’re good guys,”

Looking on at you, Sirius feels his heart break. This misunderstanding was tearing you up inside and, although it makes him happy to know that you would confront him and be angry for the boys at his supposed betrayal, watching you break down, and sob uncontrollably made Sirius’ heart twist and clench uncomfortably— painfully so. 

Without a word, he reaches out again and is able to bring you into his arms. You don’t return the gesture but you make no effort to push him away either. 

“Shhh Shhh Shhhhhh, darling…” Sirius whispers comfortingly, softly patting your hair as he waits for your sobbing to calm down enough for him to come clean. Scrap the plan, whatever bullshit plan they came up with to slowly ease you into accepting their relationship before selfishly asking for your love as well. He wasn’t going to let you continue misunderstanding their relationship, especially when it’s causing you so much pain, “...this is all a big misunderstanding…” he begins softly once your cries were finally reduced to soft sniffles, “do you know what polyamory is, sweetheart?”

“...n-no…”

“It’s when more than two people agree to be in a loving, romantic relationship with each other, all at the same time,” he explains in the same soft voice, his arms never pulling away from you as he feels you slowly lose your grip on resistance. 

“Is…is that…”

“Yes, that’s the relationship James, Remus and I are all a part of…” he looks down with a gentle smile and watches you peek up at him curiously. Sirius resists the urge to swoop down and pepper your face with kisses. Just when he thought his love for you couldn’t grow any bigger, here you were being the sweetest, most caring and lovable little thing he’s ever laid eyes on. 

However, you slowly begin to shake your head and the resistance in your eyes and expression returns. This time you push him away and keep him at arm's reach. Like a scared prey animal being cornered by a predator, you inch your way back until you're pressing yourself against the wall beside the door. It takes Sirius two steps forward to finally stop and keep his place so that you don’t feel pushed or stressed by his presence. 

“I-I won’t believe you until James and Remus say so…” 

He shrugs and gives you a pained smile. He supposes he can’t blame you for being cautious and not believing him, he’s the apparent ‘cheater’, afterall. 

You watch Sirius part his lips to voice something when you hear the parlour door open and rush into the hallway to see James and Remus walk in. The two were grinning cheekily at each other and their arms were piled high with an assortment of snacks. They held true to their promise; you could spot many of Sirius’ favourites among the pile and it made your stomach twist uncomfortably. 

As soon as the two look up and see your dishevelled form, your eyes pink and tearful, your bottom lip wobbling from restrained cries and your frame closed up like a frightened clam, the snacks are carelessly disregarded and they rush to your side. 

“Dove?” Remus calls, worry evident in his voice as he steals a glance at Sirius over your trembling shoulder. The response he was given — tight lips, drawn into a straight line and unreadable eyes — wasn’t enough, however and his chocolate pools hardened into brown stone. What. Did. You. Do?... Remus silently interrogated the tattooist.

“What happened, angel?” James immediately wraps his arms around you and you almost melt into his hold if it weren’t for your need to clarify everything dominating your thoughts. 

“Are you and Remus in a relationship with Sirius?” your hesitant voice, small and fraying at the edges, speaks up but barely above a whisper. The two men visibly stiffen beside you and you feel a well of tears quickly building up again; your thoughts immediately jumping to the worst possible outcome. 

“Tell her the truth. Give her peace of mind, lads,” Sirius speaks up, his own voice lacking its usual confidence and was reduced to a vulnerable softness. 

“Yes,” Remus affirms after a beat of silence. 

“We’re all consenting, we all love each other, mutually!” James pipes up, his tone bordering on defensive despite not knowing what he’s their relationship defending from, “You…you don’t think of us differently do you?”

“No! No no no! Of course not,” you quickly elucidate your thoughts, your shoulders relaxing as you turn and meet eyes with Sirius, mustering a small smile, “it’s actually quite a relief,”

Grinning softly, Sirius steps up to explain the situation, “Dollface over here thought that I was cheating on you and James with each other, Rem,” he chuckles softly, amusement in his eyes though it still lacked their full brightness, “she gave me a good shouting to and looked like she was ready to bite my head off if I didn’t ‘come clean’ to both of you,” Remus laughs and pulls Sirius into a sideways hug as James coos lovingly at you. 

“You got angry for us, angel?” James presses his face into your hair and nuzzles you affectionately, “you’re the sweetest~” he coos, his smirk growing as he feels an embarrassed heat radiating off your cheeks. 

“St-stop the James,” you whine with an awkward smile and wiggle yourself out of his arms, avoiding his pouting lips because you know your resolve will melt away at the sight. It was confirmed. They were in a relationship, all three of them, with each other. You should be happy that Sirius wasn’t a cheater and still the wonderful man you saw him to be. But, no matter how happy you were for them, the twisting of your stomach and the gaping hole in your heart wasn’t easily fixable. 

The following weeks, you maintained the friendship you had with the boys, who no longer felt the need to limit their intimate touches around you. However, whenever they tried to initiate affection with you, as per usual, once the innocent kiss on the temple and harmless hug was now fervently being rejected by you and pushed away. You had no intention of disrespecting their relationship, even if most acts of affection you exchanged as friends were innocuous. But, then again, it was also your way of protecting your already shattered heart. Yes, you could just stay away from them entirely but you had built such a strong friendship with them that it didn’t feel right to candidly pretend that you’ve never met them before. It’ll do more harm than the harm you were inflicting now…  

Ever the observant man that he was, Remus knew the instant reason behind your hesitation and was quick to reassure you the next time you were invited over for tea. 

“It’s really okay, sweetheart,” the tall brunette hums softly as James and Sirius agree from their own seats, “we’re okay with it and you aren’t going to come in between any of us, I promise you,”

Stubbornly, you shake your head, pulling a deep frown from all of them.

“Are you not comfortable with it?” James asks with uncertainty, his question and its potential implication is filled with enough dread to make even his two lovers stiffen up. 

You nod your head ‘yes’ and they slump in their rejection. It hurt to know that the revelation of their relationship had pushed you away when the basic nature of their affair meant more love for everyone. And they wanted it to include you… Their romance that led to such an abundance of love and promises of more was now paradoxically pushing you away. For once, they didn’t know what to do, not a single one of them could come up with any idea to resolve the ever-growing tension in your relationship. It was a rubber band ready to snap. 

“If you’re uncomfortable then we’ll respect that and keep our distance, touch-wise” Remus surrenders despite the heartbreak it gives him while Sirius shoots up and sends him an irate glare, one that Remus coldly returns. It wasn’t a question of their comfortability but yours, Sirius needed to regard that to the highest degree and Remus was all too ready to make him face the music. They can’t afford to lose you and if it meant that he needed to make the hard decisions then so be it.

“Thank you,”

“...do you not want to be around us anymore?” James speaks up, not necessarily taking things to their extremes but rather potential, future escalations. He’s seen it. In the days and weeks that followed the divulgence of their true relationship, bit by bit you have begun to pull away from them to the point where James can vividly see where the escalation of your behaviour will lead and it’s frightening. One day, you’ll just disappear and that terrifies him. 

“No no…” your weak defence, lacking true resolve, ignites a shock of terrorising fear in all three of them, their eyes shaking with trepidation. But you couldn’t see it because you couldn’t look at them, like a coward. Because that’s what you are — a coward. The heartbreak was chipping away at you. You thought you would be brave enough to see them happy together but you couldn’t. Because, not only were you a coward, but you were selfish too. Green with envy, you stewed in that awful, stomach-twisting, heart-aching, bitter-tasting, gut-wrenching feeling each time you saw every loving kiss, affectionate cuddle and sweetly whispered words. 

Throughout your friendship you grew to love each of them as more than a simple friend. You know it was wrong but they were all so charming in their own, unique way. They treated you sincerely, cared for you without any sinister, ulterior motives and they’ve successfully wormed their way into your life and heart, permanently. 

What was once something that brought you such joy, warmth and feelings of safety was now mercilessly ripping you apart. 

Their dynamic looked different to you now that you were looking through a different lens. They weren’t just close friends anymore, they were very much in love and have been romantically involved for a few years now — it was one of the first things you found out about their relationship. Its longevity was a testament to their unwavering love for each other and here you were, secretly, selfishly and salaciously hoping for your own slice of the love pie.  

How dare you…

Just because you’ve had such bad luck with love didn’t mean you had the right to wish for something that couldn’t possibly become yours. You have no right to ask them for love when they are completely content with their own.  

“Please don’t push us away, dollface,” Sirius begs softly, his steel grey eyes melting into a pool of mercury. Beautiful but poisonous. Something you want but can’t have. 

“I’m sorry,” you’re breathless when you see the genuine fear in their eyes and turn away from the sight. This isn’t the time to turn weak at the knees, “it’s getting pretty late, I should go,” shouldering your bag, you get up and rush to leave their flat. 

“Stay,” Remus half commands and half begs, almost stopping you in your tracks, “please stay… we need to talk to you about something important,” if there was any time for them to reveal the truth, it was now. Before they lose you, before they drown themselves in regret, before they fall into a pit of despair, before they—

“I’m sorry…” you repeat and, just as James feared, you disappear. 

A/N : this took such a long while to write but i wanted it to be perfect, thank you so much for requesting this darling @thepunisherfrankcastle it fit perfectly into the plot although i did make some slight altercations to your request. unfortunately, there's still more to go after this so i'm going to have to leave you darlings with a cliffhanger, look out for part 5! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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[doboosh]

“Cara mia, don’t you trust me?”

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

• Wednesday and reader get into a fight, it becomes heated in more ways than one.

Warnings(?) Wednesday (she’s a warning), cursing, violence, oral (fem receiving), bondage, chocking, mommy kink(?), dom/sub dynamic, dom!Wednesday, knife play, begging, overstimulation, and more..

I am not aware of the age of the characters so go make it safer they are all aged up to 18.

Please do not read if you are under 17!

Please enjoy!!

You didn’t understand what was so unlikeable about you to Wednesday.

You had always been friendly to people, always greeting people with a handshake and a smile, a brief hug to people you knew, coddling and smothering your friends with all the love you have to give.

You’re grateful enough that Wednesday even tolerates you to be around her, when you laugh a bit too loud by her side she doesn’t snap you a murderous look and leave, she tolerates it.

That’s all she does though, tolerates.

You’re not going to lie to yourself and say that this girls aura and cold gaze didn’t bring fluttering to your insides, make your mind reel in ways you may think you’d been drinking, drive your poor heart out it’s cage when she’s nearby. You have major feelings for Wednesday Addams.

The only problem is, the only way you can show that, is by upping the physical touch to a different level.

I mean, literally a different level, attempting to hold hands with the girl whenever you are walking to class, trying to hug her whenever you stop by her shared dorm room, pushing yourself into her when you hear a funny joke, sitting by her to talk to her, even when she doesn’t respond. Every time, you are rejected.

You can tell too, that it’s starting to aggravate her, you can tell by the way she snaps her dark eyes your way when you intercept her imaginary bubble.

Today though, you pushed it too far.

-

“Wednesday! Enid!” You yelled from across the yard, rushing to the pair of girls with haste.

“Y/n! Hi!” Enid giggles, opening her arms for one of your reoccurring bear hugs. Swinging each other back and forth when you finally dive into her.

Wednesday’s eye twitches a bit at the sight, though neither of you notice.

As you pull apart you watch as Enid’s eyes light up, still giggling. You smile a bit wider at the fact. “Did you hear about the accident one of the students made in one of their classes?” She asked, “We get to get out of the rest of our classes for the rest of the week!”

“Enid it’s Thursday, that’s not saying a lot” you giggle.

“I agree, I think it’s silly that a unintelligent students mistake-“ Wednesday buts in, “puts our time and our studies to his foolish consequences” she finishes, her cold gaze unnervingly still, as she huffs out a breath of slight anger.

You smile slightly, “Aw is poor Wednesday upset?,” you joke, as you reach to bring her into a hug.

She steps away from you and her lip slightly curls, “don’t touch me, I will indefinitely snap each one of your fingers off and then your neck”

You stutter a bit, she’s getting snappier too. You compose yourself and give a small smile, “Sorry Wednesday, you know I can’t help but try”

Wednesday merely scowls and turns away, leaving to either her dorm room, or to a hide out spot.

Your heart stings a bit, and your smiles drops as you turn to Enid. “What am I doing wrong? Is it me? Does she even like girls?”, you stutter as you start to bite at your nails.

“You’re not doing anything wrong!” Enid insists, holding your face softly, “that’s just how she is, you know that” she smiles genuinely.

“Hey I’ll tell you what,” the blonde haired girl continues, “I’m having a sleepover with Yuko tonight, how about you stop by my dorm and talk with Wednesday? You can’t keep hiding your feelings.”

You stare at her wide eyed, “no, no no no no, I am not confessing to her Enid!” You screech, “I can’t, I won’t”

“Please Y/n, for your sake, please” she begs, holding onto your hands as they dropped from your mouth.

You wanted to say no, to tell her to stop, but you knew this wasn’t healthy. May as well confess and get rejected than pin on a girl you have no chance on. So you agreed, you’ll tell her tonight.

-

This was a bad idea.

You can feel your breathing deepen as your stand outside Enid and Wednesday’s dorm. Your palms are sweating and you heartbeat is flying through the roof.

You slowly take a shuddering breath, put a smile on your scared face, and open the door.

“Wednesday?” You call out as you trudge through the doorway, “hey, can I talk to you?”

You see the girl in front of her typewriter and you can’t help but stop. Your breathing hitches as you look at her. She’s absolutely breathtaking to you.

The girl though, doesn’t respond. Still typing away.

“Wednesday?” You chuckle a little, “I know you can hear me”

Your taunting tone seems to make her stop, but she doesn’t look at you.

“Leave me alone, y/n. I’m not in the mood.” She says in her monotone voice.

“Wednesday I’m serious I really need to tell you something” you say, walking towards her. You barely make it into the middle of the room before she stand up and turns to you.

“Y/n, I am not Enid, I do not enjoy your presence. I don’t want hugs, or to hold hands, or for you to touch me right now. It is absolutely revolting, you are revolting. You’re voice is too high pitched at times and I swear to my dead ancestors that it rings at a pitch only dogs can hear. Leave me alone”

Your heart shatters.

You’ve been here before, you’ve had someone you like tell you this. Saying that’s why they can’t be with you.

You’re too much, they said.

This hurts worse, much worse. Coming from the mouth of a sickeningly gorgeous girl in front of you, her beautiful raven hair in her braids, her eyes burning with anger but still so likable non the less.

You made a mistake as well. Your mask dropped. Your smile dropped. Your heart dropped. Your tears, dropping down your cheeks.

“How.. dare you,” you seethe.

Wednesday’s eyes widen a bit, you’re not smiling? Why aren’t you smiling? You always smile.

“How dare you talk to me like that, Wednesday I know you’re not Enid, I know that. I’m sorry that I’m a physical person, that’s how I show my love, I’m not good with words like you are. Hah! Who am I kidding, you barely speak to anyone! I have tried to show you through actions how I feel about you! I’m sorry I’m just so annoying that you can’t stand my presence!” You scream, tears flooding down your cheeks.

Wednesday internally panics, you weren’t supposed to cry.

“I try to respect your boundaries! I really do, but it’s hard to especially when I have feelings for you! I want to be near you all the time, don’t you think it’s painful for me? I know you don’t like me and yet I still try only to get rejected over and over! God you are so blunt! You know I came here to confess to you, to apologize for my actions as well!” You sob, yelling at the girl in front of you.

You feel a twinge of embarrassment because of the feeling of some snot leaking from your nose, but your anger overpowers that.

Wednesday heart stutters for two things, her feelings are reciprocated, but she found out because you’re angry, crying, seething at her.

You stop, and take a deep breath in, your eyes hardening as you look at her. “Fine.” You snap, “you don’t like me? Then I won’t talk to you, I won’t try to push you anymore. That’s a promise Wednesday, a promise”

With that you storm out of the room, heading to your own bed.

You send a text to Enid, summarizing what happened. Not bothering to answer her, “oh my god are you okay?” Or her “I’m sorry”

On the other hand, Wednesday is still standing where she was when you left. Thing coming to her side to see if she’s alright.

For the first time in Wednesday Addams’ life, she almost screams. Screams for you to come back, and to let her hold you, to let her kiss you.

She didn’t mean what she said, she’s just been aggravated with everything happening. The Hyde, the murders, everything.

She nearly feels a tear slip.

She will make this up to you, she will win you back.

-

It’s been 2 days since you talked or interacted with Wednesday.

Of course you’re still talking to your friends, Enid, Xavier, Ajax.

You’ve gotten a lot closer to Xavier, he’s been helping you feel better. Taking you to paint and draw with him, and actually listening to your feelings.

“You don’t have to put on the mask around me,” he had said to you, “you deserve to feel the things your feeling”

-

Wednesday has never felt this much turmoil in her life, seeing you talk, hug, and smother other people, especially Xavier. Made her want to commit unforgivable offenses.

She wanted you to smother her. She wants you to hug her, to try to hold her hand, to bump her when you found a joke funny.

You. She wants you.

She had talked to Enid, they devised a plan together. Enid had known for a while that Wednesday has feelings for you. That’s why she pushed you to confess.

-

“She’s staring at you again” Xavier whispered to me, getting close to my ear, “she looks murderous”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “she has no right, she’s the one that said she wanted to be alone. I’m giving her what she wanted”

You couldn’t help but want to turn around, because truly, you missed her.

You turned towards Xavier, you watched as a devilish smile lit his face, “how about we make her mad?”

You grew confused, “mad? How?” You smirked slowly.

“Of course, with your consent, I kiss you. Maybe it’ll make her snap, or something” he suggested, his eyes sparking up mischievously.

Your breath spiked, not because you haven’t kissed anyone, you’ve kissed people before.

It was the fact that, if Wednesday did snap? What would she do.

Would she do something to you? Hopefully

You shuddered at the thought and smiled, “let’s do it, I’m serious, let’s do it” you giggled, Xavier’s eyes widened for a split second but then nodded.

“Okay just wait a couple minutes, I’ll do it by surprise”

You nodded and continued talking to him.

-

Oh how Wednesday wanted to rip his head off and feed it to the starving vultures that lurked by her home.

“Wednesday? Are you even listening, I’m trying to get my otp together right now” Enid huffed, throwing her arms in the air.

Wednesday glanced at her and then went back to watching the two of you.

“Look listen I know you’re mad, you like her a lot bu- oh my god”

Red

Wednesday saw red

Xavier has grabbed your face, her loves face, and kissed you.

You are hers, she is yours.

Wednesday got up immediately, ignoring Enid’s calls behind her and strutted up to you.

You didn’t know he’d do it so soon, you were so surprised at the quickness, and even more surprised at the violent grabbing of your arm.

You were yanked away and pulled behind Wednesday Addams herself.

“Touch her again and I will personally cut out your tongue and sacrifice your still living body” she seethed, she looked angry, well as angry as her stoic face can get.

She turned to you and pulled you away, dragging you to wherever she may murder you at.

That’s what you were thinking at least.

You were going to die at the hands of the girl you would kill for.

Lovely

You don’t know how you two got to the dorm room so quick, but before you know it you were being shoved into the room and onto to the bed.

You gasped as she threw you into the intended comfortable mattress, her eyes boring into yours with such fire that you swear you felt yourself get a little turned on.

She grabbed your face in her hand roughly, pulling you closer to hers.

“I am done with this cara mia, you will not ignore me anymore, you will not play with boys in front of me, and I am not going to isolate my feelings for you any longer”

You swear you could’ve died right then and there, she wasn’t raising her voice but each word sent a wave to your insides. You nearly moaned.

“Y/n L/n, I have very strong feelings for you. So strong that if your wish was for me to pull out my internal organs and let a wolf feast upon them, I would. If you were to ask me to carve your name upon every inch of my skin I would.”

That’s sweet.. in a way. You were still turned on, no disclosing that

She trails her free hand to the front of your chest, and her face gets impeccably closer.

“Tell me you still want me cara mia, tell me you feel the same and that I haven’t ran you off” she breathes, and I shiver.

“I do Wednesday, I do”

With those words, she pulls you into her lips. Cold and soft. Pillowy and rough. Heaven and hell all in one. This was your demise. She was your demise.

You moan into her mouth and she takes that as the opportunity to kiss you deeper. Her other hand grabbing at your breast with such haste that it scared you.

She pulled apart, “I am going to ravage you, ruin you for anyone else, you are mine. Don’t you trust me, cara mia?” She breathes into your mouth and your mind is so fogged that all you can do is nod.

She discards of her clothes and that’s when you lose it, you could almost feel your pupils dilate by looking at her.

You reach for her, and she allows it. You grasp at her skin and kiss her everywhere you can. Kissing upwards from her stomach to her neck. Suckling and biting when you get there.

She pulls on your hair and tuts, “so carnivorous, you’re already getting greedy mi vida”

She undressed you slowly, leaving kisses whenever she takes off a piece of clothing. You sigh and lay back onto the bed when she finally takes off your panties, pressing kisses to your thighs and near you heat.

“I haven’t had lunch today mi amor, but it seems you’ve kept this all for me” she murmured loud enough against your skin, following with a long lick to your heat.

The moan you let out could very much be audible to anyone outside the walls, so Wednesday fixes that, she shoved your own underwear into your mouth.

“If you’re good, I’ll take it out, you’re a good girl for me? Aren’t you mi corazon?” She smirks, as she dives back down.

You swear you’ve seen the gods, every god ever known.

She was absolutely ravishing you, drinking you up like a vampire starved, and your eyes roll back as she inserted two of her cold digits into you, curling and thrusting them into your body.

You’re glad she put your panties into your mouth, you couldn’t stop screaming.

Your legs started to lock up, and you reached for Wednesday’s head. Grabbing whatever you could until she locked her free fingers with yours, still drinking you in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out a muffled scream. Body spasming uncontrollably as you finally snapped.

Wednesday didn’t stop though, no, instead she got more vicious. Almost like a monster.

Your body couldn’t stop shaking, your back arching as you still screamed behind the fabric in your mouth.

One high after another hit you, until finally, when she was satisfied, she pulled away. Wiping her chin as she scarily smiled at your face.

She kissed her way up your body again, taking the panties out of your mouth to replace them with the fingers she used on you, “clean them off for me my love, clean mommy up”

You swirled your tongue around her digits and moaned, locking eyes with the raven haired girl.

Her eyes were so dark, but you could see her pupils dilate even more than they had been.

She pulls her fingers out of your mouth, and replaces it with her lips, lavishing you and pulling you as impeccably close as she can.

It’s driving her crazy, the closeness of your bodies without any barrier.

Your eyes shut as you kiss her, that is until you hear a sharp ‘shink’ of an object, you open your eyes to see Wednesday holding a knife to the side of your head.

Your heart races for the millionth time that day, and you feel yourself get hornier as she whispers in your ear, “cara mia, let me mark you”

You moan as she sits up from your body, your warmth. She takes the knife to her thigh, carving your first name into the soft flesh. She doesn’t wince, or show any emotion as she does so. She just stares you in the eyes and smiles.

You get up as well, and present your own thigh to her.

She kisses a spot on your inner thigh, sucking a hickey right by her spot, and carves her name into your skin.

It should hurt, it really should.

All you can focus on though, is her face.

After she’s finished she licks away any blood, kissing you over the incisions.

“So beautiful, so so beautiful” she whispers.

Her eyes look over you with softening love, you’ve never seen her like this.

“Wednesd-“ you start, but she grabs your throat

“No my love, I love the way you say my name, but not in this moment, call me something else” she taunts, dragging her hand over your nipples.

“My love.. mommy, let me return the favor please, I want to taste you so bad” you whimper

“No mi vida, no this is about you. I made mistake, let me make it up to you” she murmured lovingly, stroking your cheek softly.

She grabs both of your wrists and grabs her tie off of the floor, and tying your wrists to her bed frame. Securely.

She linked herself with your legs and waist and started to ride you. The three you head back as she grasped onto your leg for stability. The two of you feeling an extreme amount of pleasure as your moans went higher. Wednesday even letting out a couple of noises herself.

“I’m sorry y/n” she gasped as she picked up her speed, once again, even with the ache between your legs you could feel the coil beginning to snap, “I’m so sorry I acted that way towards you, I do have feelings for you, I can’t breathe around you, I can feel my heart flying out of my chest whenever you are near me”

You grasp onto her hips, you beginning to rock with her as well.

“I want to be in a relationship with you mi amor, I want to love you, kill for you. I want you to find everything you need within me” she continues as she felt her own high coming, “please give me a chance my love”

You gasp, trying to get air as she rocked into you, “of course, you couldn’t push me away even if you tried” you said between breaths of air.

With those words, both of you finish simultaneously.

Wednesday slumps over your leg with a small moan, her body shaking, as you cry out and grab for her body.

When you both catch your breath, she lays herself down beside you, bringing you into her arms and kissing your head.

You pick your head up and kiss her softly, she reciprocated with just as much gentleness. Cradling your face in her hands and she smiles into the kiss.

“Does that mean we’re dating now” you giggle, sinking your head into her neck. Breathing her in.

She nods, “I suppose it does, cara mia”

With that you sink into a deep sleep, Wednesday putting you under the covers only to snuggle up beside you.

Maybe it wasn’t a mistake.

-

Meanwhile.

“They’ve been gone for a long time” Ajax whispers to Enid, who looks mortified.

“Sh” she snaps “don’t say anything”

The two boys purse their lips and nod.

“Should we go-“ Xavier starts, “I said SH” Enid snaps again.

On the inside Enid is ecstatic. Mortified? Yes, but so so happy.

-

Thank you all for reading, I’m up for criticism because not only is this my first time writing fan fiction but my first time writing smut. So give me advice please!!

I’m open to requests! I’ll do a list of fandoms I know of! But once again, thank you!

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[voxswifihotspot]

SELF INDULGENT HEADCANONS (mostly qpr radiostatic)

Vox imagines Al comforting him when he's upset (would never tell ANYONE)

Vox probably wishes he was a girl so Alastor wouldn't hate him as much

He definitely has internalized homophobia and assumes Alastor doesn't like him because Al’s straight and that's why he acts so much nicer with girls, because he likes them.

He overcompensates by acting like he wants Al to fuck him because that would be better than admitting weakness (he just wants a really good hug from him) (and yes he also wants to fuck him for sure but let me have this)

Alastor got scared off by Valentino, especially when Vox started picking up Val’s sex joke traits (Al would probably say some shit like ' i miss the old times we had…before Valentino…” when Vox made the third ‘that's what she said’ joke of the day)

Alastor enjoys Vox’s company but they're both so prideful they'd never admit it unless it still felt like they were winning in something

Alastor gets invited to girl sleepovers, Vox has a restraining order from them

Vox is so afraid of thunderstorms he's like a cat when a vacuum rolls by (electricity=hes at risk of getting shocked because he’s hes a tv head and he didn't used to be waterproof either so it's just kind of stuck with him)

Alastor is a mama’s boy, Vox has mommy issues. Full stop.

Vox changes the wifi password CONSTANTLY whenever he gets mad at any one of the vees and it pisses everyone off so much

Alastor is absolutely sex repulsed and it disturbs him whenever Vox makes sexual comments about him (Vox has no idea how to express actual affection and he’s gotten used to Valentino’s situationship, which enables him to not have to say anything)

Vox secretly is a sucker for Alastor’s old-fashioned gentleman shit

Vox and Alastor are kind of good cop bad cop but you literally can’t tell which is which because they switch off every time you talk to them

Vox has a caffeine addiction and Alastor literally never has caffeine (claims it makes it hard to sleep despite the fact that nobody has seen him sleep anyway)

Back before the picture Vox has of Alastor was taken, Vox would constantly complain about how Alastor never was on camera and Alastor thought it was just a really stupid bit until Vox started drunk crying about it (Alastor grudgingly allowed the picture to be taken after that)

If Vox ignored Alastor at any point, Alastor would immediately start trying to subtly get his attention, but if Vox ever pointed it out he would get annoyed and say he wasn’t

Vox talks shit about someone once and Alastor immediately starts insulting everything about that person with a sort of pent up rage as Vox stares in horror

Alastor talks shit about someone and it’s really passive aggressive and then Vox just chimes in with “they should kill themselves” (Alastor tries extremely hard not to laugh but it always catches him off guard)

Vox never initiates physical touch but he loves it so whenever Alastor touches him it’s like a treat

Alastor knows like everything about Vox but he hates when he’s called out for it and pretends that he knows nothing

Vox owns a smart fridge just to piss Alastor off and it made him upset when Alastor left because it's useless and he wasted money on it

Alastor loves spicy food, Vox cannot handle it

Vox actually enjoys podcasts but will never say he enjoys radio even though it’s essentially the exact same

Vox is probably a misogynist and Alastor a misandrist (they balance each other out)

Alastor cares for Vox but thinks Vox is too immature and sexual and everything Vox pretends to be around Alastor. They’re constantly caught in a loop of Alastor being too prideful to admit any affection and Vox being too guarded.

Alastor found himself using Vox’s slang when they were closest, he completely picked up his dialect and vice versa.

Alastor compared Vox off his meds to Niffty one time, genuinely didn’t mean it as an insult but Vox didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day

Vox forgets to do anything for himself, Alastor remembers only because of his mother reminding him when he was younger

Vox tells Alastor everything that goes on on the VoxTech cameras, Alastor pretends he doesn’t care then immediately tells Rosie, it's a full gossip chain.

Alastor thought Vox was trying to buy his affection with lavish gifts etc, it was really just his love language

Vox has a spare profile for Alastor on Netflix in case he ever comes back and nobody talks about it

(Flipside, Alastor doodles sharks on everything because he used to draw them for Vox and he misses it)

Alastor and Vox only kiss in the ‘married couple kiss on the cheek’ way, same with Alastor and Rosie

Vox confided in Angel Dust about like…everything by accident one time

Alastor is very practical, Vox thinks he's very practical

Alastor only agrees to things if he thinks it was his idea first. Vox picks up on this and gaslights the hell out of him

Rosie and Vox run their mouths so hard when they’re with each other, if anyone walked in on them, they’d get top quality gossip that would probably get numerous sinners incriminated

Alastor is an asshole and realizing that he cared about Vox genuinely was a pill he never really swallowed

(Vox is also an asshole but he did realize he cares about Alastor and he hates himself for it, so it’s easier to pretend it’s some weird kink of his)

Alastor loves cooking, Vox loves standing around and narrating the cooking in an annoying announcer voice while pretending he's doing something helpful

Alastor feels comfortable around Vox because anything Alastor’s embarrassed about, Vox has already done tenfold

Whenever Vox does something corny, Alastor makes sure everyone else knows that he would never do that

this took way too long

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[companionjones]

Notice

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Afab!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: You’re poorer than the average student at Hollywood Arts. Beck Oliver takes notice.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut

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    Beck always noticed you. He noticed that whenever an extra-curricular activity required out-of-pocket spending, you opted out. He noticed you only had three t-shirts that you switched out with the same pair of jeans every day. He especially noticed those dark circles under your eyes that never seemed to go away.

    He decided to do something about it one day while everyone was finishing up their lunches and heading back to class. Beck pulled you aside. “Hey,” he started.

    “Hey.”

    Beck asked, “Do you want to hang out after school today?”

    The question wasn’t completely out of left field. You and Beck would hang out all the time. Only at his trailer, though. Beck had never been to your place.

    “Sure,” you answered him with a smile.

    He nodded. “Great. Maybe we could go to the mall or something?”

    You hesitated. “Uh...Sorry, I can’t. I’m, um, a little low on funds at the moment. Maybe some other ti--”

    Beck was quick to offer, “Don’t worry, I got you covered.”

    You shook your head. “No, Beck. I don’t want to worry about paying you back--”

    “Don’t worry about that either, okay? Just come to the mall, and have a good time.”

    You and Beck stared at each other for a moment while you bit your lip, deliberating. “Okay,” you finally replied. “Now, come on. We’re going to be late for History.”

    After school that day, Beck drove you to the mall. You guys were there for hours. Despite how long you were there for you, you only got two more t-shirts, and two more pairs of jeans. Beck had to practically beg to buy them for you, too. He didn’t mind. Any time Beck spent with you was fun, no matter what you were doing.

    You two left about an hour before the mall closed.

    “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home? It’s getting late,” Beck pointed out, concerned.

    “I know,” you shrugged, “But my house isn’t that far from here, and I like walking anyway, so...Thank you.”

    “No problem.” Beck thought that was the end of it, so he started meandering back to his car.

    “I mean it, Beck.”

    He heard that you were walking back up to him, so Beck turned around.

    You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” you told him again before walking off in your own direction.

    Beck didn’t feel great about what he did next. Was it considered stalking if you truly cared about the person and were just making sure they were okay? Probably. Beck followed you to a more run-down part of town. He saw you go into an old, abandoned shop with boarded up windows.

    Beck slammed his truck into park, hopped out, and ran in after you.

    “Y/n?”

    He saw that you nearly jumped out of your skinned when you heard him. “Beck?! What the hell are you doing here?”

    He turned the question back onto you. “What the hell are you doing here? Y/n, is this where you live?”

    “No...” You were obviously lying.

    “Y/n!” Beck pushed.

    “Okay! I’m sorry. Yes, I live here,” you confirmed. “My parents ditched me a while back, and I didn’t want to go into the foster system, so...” You gestured around you.

    Beck took a few steps forward. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “Because I didn’t want you to think I was this poor, dirty kid who’s only good for anything because they got a scholarship to Hollywood Arts,” you answered, tears forming in your eyes.

    Beck took your hand. “Hey, I could never think that. You’re such a good person, Y/n...Come stay with me.” Beck didn’t know he was going to say that, but he stood by it.

    “What? No. I can’t ask you to--”

    “Then at least stay with me tonight,” begged Beck, “I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here.”

     The tears began to roll down your cheeks as you started to sob. You took the one step necessary to hug Beck.

    He gladly took you in his arms.

    So, you packed a bag and headed to Beck’s trailer for the night.

    When you got there, you stood awkwardly in the corner while Beck made the bed for you. He then started to put a couple blankets and pillows on the floor for himself.

    “Beck, I’m not going to take your bed from you,” you insisted.

    After a little bit of arguing, you and Beck settled into bed together. He turned the lights out.

    “I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me,” you pressed.

    He said these next words like they were nothing. “It’s not a problem. I’d do anything for you.”

    “Why?” you whispered.

    Beck thought a moment before responding, “Isn’t it obvious?” He was sure you could hear his heart, it was beating so loud.

    Suddenly, you were leaning in.

    Before Beck could even think, your lips were on his.

    Beck slowly moved his lips with yours. He put a hand on your cheek, and one of your hands ended up in his hair. He moaned. He found he loved it when you played with his hair.

    Things were getting more heated. Beck rolled on top of you without even realizing it.

    Then, you reached down to tug on the waist band of his shorts, and Beck was sure he felt all the blood in his body rush to his dick.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” Beck grabbed both your hands and dragged them up to where he could see them. “Are you sure about this?” he asked you.

    “Yes. Come on. I want you inside me.” You pulled Beck in for another kiss.

    He moaned at your words, and this kiss. Beck then helped you take off your own shirt before taking off his own. The two of you then kicked off your pants and underwear to get yourselves completely naked for each other.

    “Oh, fuck. You’re so wet,” Beck cursed, coating his cock in your juices. “Are you ready?”

    “Please baby.” You were gazing at him through half-lidded eyes.

    Beck almost chocked on his own spit after hearing you say that to him. He pushed inside you, moaning with you as he went. Beck had to look away from you because he swore if he was looking at you while you were making him feel that good, he would’ve cum then and there.

    Once he had sunk all the way into you, Beck started to pull out and thrust back in. This began a whole new series of moans from both you and him.

    Beck had his hands planted on either side of your head, and your head was tossed back as you moaned each time he entered you.

    Suddenly, you grabbed onto his hips. “Beck...!”

    “I know, I’m close too,” he assured you before speeding up his thrusts.

    Your moans only increased in pitch each time Beck moved, until finally, you shouted as you reached your climax.

    With you tightening around him, Beck only needed a couple more thrusts before he was cumming right along with you.

    After, Beck collapsed next to you, and the two of you caught your breaths among your tangled limbs.

    Beck turned his nose into your cheek. “Stay with me.” It was clear he meant longer than that night.

    You nodded, “Okay,” then turned to face him, only to capture his lips again.

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Pact Marks Headcanons Ꮚ♥ꈊ♥Ꮚ

✧Rating: Fluff, slightly suggestive, Satan and Lucifer’s are kinda hurt comfort

✧Characters: Lucifer, Satan, Leviathan, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

✧Word count: 9.7k

✧Summary: how the boys would react if you asked to make a pact with them and get their seal.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Beelzebub - (lvl of difficulty: 4/10 | placement: stomach or shoulder)

✧ out of everyone, I think he would be the most willing to make this kind of pact.

✧ pacts are a heavy subject so he has his apprehensions, but there’s no way he can deny you if you ask him with that adorable smile of yours.

✧ (especially if you offer him his favorite food)

✧ you already have his heart, why not his being as well?

✧ he might ask you why you’d want to make a pact when he’s already willing to do whatever you say,

✧ but at the idea it would make you two closer, he’s enthusiastically asking if he can give you his seal right there and then.

✧ he just cares about you so much it’s so cute.

✧ his go to spot would be somewhere either on your stomach (of course) because it’s one of his favorite parts of you or your shoulder because that’s the usual spot for tattoos, why not a seal instead?

✧ as he uses his powers to engrave his personal seal of gluttony into you, he can’t while the goofy smile off his face.

✧as soon as he’s done he hugs you close to his chest and tells you how important you truly are to him.

✧ whenever he sees you wearing something that flaunts his seal, he gets so happy inside he can’t help put run up to you and spin you around in the air.

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♥ “Hey Beel, there’s something I wanna ask you,” you walk up to him and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Mm? What’s up, MC?” He tilts his head to give you a confused look.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, and I think I’m finally ready. We’ve known each other for a while, right?” You take a step back and grasp his hand in yours.

“We have…” he looks down at your hands, holds his own and then back into your eyes, “I’m still confused.”

“Give me a second to find the right words…” you take a deep breath, “Would it be alright if we had a pact together?”

“A… pact? Wait, really?!” His eyes widened in surprise. He genuinely thought you were going to say literally anything in the whole world besides that. “A-are you serious?!”

“Shit, did I say it too soon? I know it’s personal, maybe I should have waited longer,” the worries you were suppressing begin to fill your mind.

“N-no it’s alright it’s just,” he chuckles slightly, “I never expected you to ask about something like that. Pacts are a bit of a sensitive topic. But, I’m fine with talking about it if you’d like. Since it’s you…” He blushes slightly and looks away. Has he…

“Have you… thought about making a pact with me before?” You asked with such an innocent sounding voice that his whole face erupts in a hot blush.

“I might have a couple of times. I mean… I like you, after all. But you already know that… wait, am I blushing? Ah, this is so embarrassing…” he hides his face in his hands in defeat. It takes all the willpower you have not to tease him any further.

“It’s alright, Beel. How would you feel if I told you I have too? That’s why I’m here asking you this question after all. Just please, can I see your face again?” You gently rub a soothing hand over his shoulder. He hasn’t even made the pact yet and yet he already feels like he’s at your mercy. He drops his hands to his sides and looks at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. You can tell he wants this just as much as you do.

“You know all the details to pacts already, right? After giving you my seal, you’ll be able to not only use some of my powers but I’ll also listen to any commands you give me, no matter what. But I'll return, you’ll be mine forever. Are you ready to make that deal?” His unwavering expression gives you the last piece of confidence in your decision you need to finally seal the deal.

“I’m ready. When I first met you after suddenly appearing in Devildom all those months ago… I already knew that you were all I ever wanted,” you give him a reassuring nod. He grunts and clutches his heart.

“A-are you alright?! Fuck, that was cringy, wasn’t it?” You internally scold yourself for saying something so cliche.

“No it’s- that was… that was so…” you hear him sniffle. When your eyes meet once more, you’re in shock. He was crying. His eyes sparkled and his cheeks looked so red he looked like he had a fever. “No one’s ever said something like that to me. I wasn’t ready.”

“I see… aww, Beel. You’re so cute,” you smile as you ruffle his hair.

“Mmph…” he hums in satisfaction, basking in the attention like a loyal puppy.

“Are you ready to make the pact now, Beel?” You ask sweetly as your hand returns to trancing gentle patterns on his shoulder.

“I think I am. But, where should I put my seal?” He looked to you for the answer.

“Well, where would you like to put the seal?” You tilt your head playfully.

“You’re giving me the honor? You sure?” His eyes widened. You nod as a confirmation and he chuckles, “well, if you really want me to pick… I’ll put it… here,” He gently lifts up your shirt and presses two fingers on the spot right above your belly button.

“This spot… I feel drawn to it for some reason,” He blushes as he watches his own fingertips trace a circle around the spot he’s chosen.

“Is it because it’s my stomach?” You chuckle.

“Not entirely… it’s just, when I imagine you with my seal right here… it makes me feel warm inside. Like… it’s the same feeling when I watch you wear my clothes around the house… it makes me feel like you’re mine, all mine.” He looks up at you with dilated pupils, ready at any moment to engrave his mark right into you. His expression practically begs you at this point. All it takes is a small nod and a smile and he likes up like a happy little puppy who was given the whole container of treats. He turns back to the spot his fingers are pressing against and lowers his head to it. He licks his lips, preparing to make the best decision of his whole life. Yes, he’s certain of it. You feel a slight tickle as his lips press against the skin right above your navel followed by a fuzzy tingle. The spot glows a beautiful golden orange and black, the faint outline of a sigil drawing itself deep into the cut face of your belly. Once the process is done, he takes a step back to admire his work. You look like the most gorgeous being in all of devildom and you can see it in his eyes with the way they twinkle. He smiles widely and pulls you into a tight hug.

“This… I just can’t believe it. This is definitely the best day of my life!” He can’t hide the tears that spill from his cheeks as he squeezes you tighter.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Leviathan - (lvl of difficulty: 4/10 | placement: any)

✧ Now Levi is a special case.

✧ It’s pretty much cannon that he’s a social outcasts. He spends pretty much every second of his life in his room either playing video games, watching anime, reading manga, or dusting his numerous anime figurines.

✧ he’s content with this lifestyle, but also longs for everything his brothers have.

✧ He always hears stories of all the all you can eat restaurants Beel has taken everybody (besides him) to, the casinos Mammon hangs out at with his poker friends, the clubs Asmo returns from with mysterious red marks on his neck, the tea Lucifer and Diavolo share on occasions to catch up, the gym Satan frequents and seems to even be making friends at, damn it, even Belphegor has mentioned babysitting with Luke and watching cartoons with him.

✧ It’s just not fair, completely unfair, that while his brothers are out living their lives, he’s left all alone with only the company of his anime girl figurines and his pet snake.

✧ (enough with the brooding, onto the hcs)

✧ That was until you became a part of his life.

✧ Instead of spending all his time alone playing games, he can do that with you and more.

✧ So the day you come up to him and ask to make a pact he honestly likes he’s either still asleep or misheard you

✧ there’s no way you, the wonderful, kind, and gorgeous you that you are, would as a nerd like him to make a pact with

✧ once the idea finally processes in his brain, he keeps bringing up how cooler, prettier, and stronger his brothers are than him.

✧ why him? There’s no way you truly mean him.

✧ but for the thousandth time you say you truly want him, he’s already in tears.

✧ he has no preference at all for seals, he already feels like the luckiest guy the world he even gets this opportunity.

✧ you honestly have to pick for him because he overheats at just the thought of placing a seal somewhere on your body.

✧ (please tell him a more private spot you’d like his seal and he will melt into a blushing mess)

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♥ “Levi, are you busy right now?” You poke your head into his ocean-like room to see him playing something on his computer. But as soon as your nickname for him leaves your lips his head snaps in your direction and he falls right out of his chair.

“OUCH- I-I mean,” He scurried over to you with a joyful smile and a bruised cheek, “No, I’m not busy at all! Do you need something?”

“I’m sorry for startling you, look, you have a bruise now…” you mutter sadly and you bring a soft hand up to his cheek to cup it. He shivers at the touch and his face lights up in an embarrassing blush.

“I-I-it’s fine, really, I-I’m fine!” He stutters and looks anywhere but you.

“If you say so. Anyways, I have something really important to ask you. Can I come in?” You look up into his flustered eyes.

“Oh! S-sure, if you’d like, absolutely!” He nods rapidly and moves out of the way.

Once you two settle down on some beanbags in the corner of his room where he normally reads manga, you can finally get to the reason you’re here.

“Levi, I have a really important question to ask you. Do you think you’re ready to hear it?” You cross your legs.

“Uh, y-yeah, of course! Is there something on your mind?” He tries his best to sound normal but you can hear the obvious shake in his voice. Though that’s pretty normal for him when he’s around you. (The dork-)

“I’ve been thinking about something a lot lately. We’ve been hanging out a lot and I’ve grown pretty close to you,” you blush slightly admitting that out loud.

He blushes even brighter, “Ah! G-grown close to- I-I mean- mph!” He slaps a hand over his mouth and nods for you to continue.

“I love the time we spend together, and I just… I like you a lot too. Do you think you’d be okay with maybe making a pact with me?”

His brain fills with millions of error screens. You.. like him? You want to… make a pact with him? Him?! Is he hearing you correctly?! There’s absolutely no way…

“Wha-huh?! F-for a second there… I thought you just… said you wanted to make a…” he swallows in nervousness, “A p-pact with me.”

“I do. Levi, I want to make a pact with you.”

“Hah… ahahah… I... I must be dreaming, right? Cuz there’s no way… a wonderful human like you would choose a demon like me… right?” His voice cracks with every word.

“Levi…” you reach for his hand, “listen to me clearly. I. Want. To. Make. A. Pact. With. You.”

“A… pact… with… me.. wait… WAIT REALLY?!?” Realization finally comes to him like the thunderous clap of lightning as he somehow finds a way to fall out of his beanbag chair and almost knock over the shelf filled with manga.

“Wait, me? You mean me, right? Is this a prank?” His wide eyes are glued to yours. It’s kind of amusing how taken aback he is.

“Heheh, yes you, Levi. Why is it so hard to believe?” You ask him with a light smile.

“H-have you even seen me?! I’m an otaku who locks himself in his room and plays video games all day. What part of me seems pact worthy?!” He motions to literally everything in his room that potently screams ‘never felt a woman's touch’.

“Have you seen my room yet? I also have a computer set up like you, a shelf I keep my manga and video games, and don’t tell anyone but,” you lean closer and whisper in his ear, causing his already blushing face to turn pure red, “I even have some AOT and Sailor Moon posters in my room. If that isn’t enough for you, maybe my ungodly collection of anime pins will do it for you.”

He was so caught up in his frenzy he completely forgot about those things. He really wasn’t much different from you.

“I… forgot about that…” he pants, trying to catch his breath.

“Do you feel a little better now?” You brush your thumb over his knuckles.

“Y-yeah… phew… my heart is pounding so hard right now…” He tries to catch his breath, and after a few minutes, he’s finally a lot calmer.

“What do you think? Would you like to make a pact with me?” You ask again.

“P-pacts are a huge commitment… I’ll basically be giving myself up to you..” He thinks about that for a second and clears his throat, “You know what, I’m fine with that…”

“Wait, really? You mean it?” You smile enthusiastically.

“Mhm, the idea of… being so close to someone where we literally give each other parts of our beings… it… it sounds like something good to be true,” he blushes, “I’d… really think that. Like… a lot.”

“Then do you want to make it official by giving me your seal?” You offer.

“L-like right now?!” He gasps slightly.

“Would that be okay?” You say in a softer voice.

“Uh- w-well, um… y-yeah, it would but…” His hand shakes in yours as his eyes wander to your body.

“Is there any spot in particular you’d like to put it?” You uncross your legs and lean back to give him a better view. He trembled even more, mouth completely dry. You really want his seal, not anyone else’s, and you want it somewhere on your beautiful body?! If he was in an anime his nose would be bleeding like a fucking volcano right now. He squeaks and jumps as you pull up your shirt a tiny bit to show your stomach.

“A-a-anywhere is f-f-fine!!” He yells as he covers his eyes.

“Come on, you won’t be able to place your seal if you can see,” he laughed softly.

“Y-you’re… right… uh…” his eyes look over your body again and lock onto your thighs. He’d ever admit this out loud but he really had a thing for thighs.

“Want it here?” You point to your upper thigh.

“I-I can?! I-I uh- d-damn it… I… I want to… but are you sure?” He gives you a worried look. He doesn’t want to screw up this once in a lifetime chance anymore than he already has.

“Mhm. Go ahead, I’m ready when you are, Levi,” you wait patiently for what he’ll do.

He nods to you and swallows dryly. He was really doing this. This was really happening. His mind buzzed loudly with exclamations of excitement and worry as his face grew closer to your thigh. This was something of pure fantasy to him as he pushed his quivering lips against your plush thigh. He couldn't even think clearly, let alone hold back from rubbing his hand over your other thigh. He knew he would wake up any second now, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. The spot he kissed illuminated with shades of turquoise and violet as his sigil of envy appeared. You started in awe as cute, little bubbles floated out from his magic.

“S-sorry, I-I-I’m a bit nervous…” He mumbled against your skin as he finished off the mark. As he sat up he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It was his seal. He traces his thumb over it just to see if it was permanent.

“It’s… it’s real. T-thank you for this opportunity. I’m so, so grateful. I finally… won’t have to be alone anymore,” his face glistened with tears.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Asmodeus - (lvl of difficulty: 5/10 | placement: heart, thigh, or lower stomach)

✧ Asmo is a bit more… well, special.

✧ to him, pacts aren’t just a way of exchanging a deal of power between a human and demon, it’s literally equivalent to marriage.

✧ that’s why he’s been waiting so long to make one.

✧ no matter how many humans, demons, or even angels he’s been with, even if they seem like pure perfection, he still holds out hope his “soulmate” would one day waltz into his life and sweep him off his feet for once.

✧ it’s honestly beginning to bug him a bit

✧ that was until his eyes landed on you the first day you arrived in Devildom.

✧ he’s only heard stories of the power of love at first sight, but he’s never actually experienced it first hand

✧ and to say he was entranced would be an understatement.

✧ you became the target of his affection, no matter how crowded the area was or not.

✧ it could be sweet remarks about your outfit, soft touches on your shoulders or hips, maybe even a flirtatious comment here and there

✧ he’s never been this lovestruck by anyone before.

✧ and your reactions just strengthen his attraction.

✧ every blush, stutter, shiver, gasp, and whine sends deeper and deeper in love with you.

✧ so the day the idea of pacts comes back up, he knows the time, the moment he’s been longing for, is finally here.

✧ compared to the ones before, he’s a tad bit more demanding with his pact, maybe even border line possessive.

✧ he wants you all to himself, is that too much to ask?

✧ it won’t be one sided, he promises~

✧ his ideal spots to put his seal are your lovely thighs he loves to tease, your lower stomach he wishes to explore in due time, and your heart because you’ve already stolen his, why can’t he claim yours for himself, too?

✧ every time you pass by wearing something that shows off his beautiful pink seal, he can’t resist the urge to pull you into the nearest room and show you just how deep his love goes~

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♥ “Asmo? Could I come in please?” You knock softly on his door and wait for a response. What you're greeted with is, strangely, pure silence. You knock again a bit harder when suddenly you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“You called?~” A teasing voice tickles the back of your neck.

“Ahhh!!” You jump and turn around to see Asmo’s sweet smile, “damn… you scared the life out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he chuckles and pulls you closer to kiss your cheek, “Did you need me for something, my dear?”

“Could we go in your room for a second, there’s something important I wanna talk about,” you place your hands on his shoulders and look up at him.

“Sure,” he leads you into his beautifully detailed room and sits down on a chair that is hung from the ceiling by lush faux vines with vivid purple flowers and places you right on his lap.

“Is this comfortable for you?~” He wraps his arms around you once more.

“Mhm, very comfy. And your room always smells so good,” you bask in the lovely scent.

“Why thank you~ It’s a mix of the floral candles I like to leave around my room and my signature perfume,” he chuckles softly and points a few of them out.

“Are you sure that’s safe? You have a lot of flammable things in here,” you ask as you feel his hands trail up and down your waist.

“I always make sure to snuff them out if I leave them unattended, no need to worry. This might just be me, but I feel like you’re stalling about something,” he shifts you around on his lap so he can look into your eyes.

“Well, there is something I wanna talk about,” even though you’re super nervous, you do your best to keep eye contact.

“Then what’s on your mind? I’m always right here if you need something,” he tilts his head slightly.

“Well, uh… I’ve been thinking about something a lot recently and I think I should go ahead and tell you instead of keeping it to myself,” you take a deep breath, “do you like we could make a pact together?”

He gasps and you flinch. Could this have been too sudden? He always tells you each and every day how much he loves you and how happy he is to have met you, but you knew pacts were a bit of a tender subject for demons. You remember hearing about it from the others about how much of a combined burden and privilege it is for a demon. After doing research of your own you know that they're not totally wrong, yet you can’t help but find yourself longing for something like that.

“You want to make a pact?” He repeats, just to clarify what you said. You nod and brace yourself for his answer but you watch as his eyes fill with enough sparkles to create another galaxy.

His mouth stretches into a smile, “I’ve always wanted to find the right person to finally settle down with, but I thought it would just be a fantasy. Yet here you are, the most gorgeous and kind being I’ve ever met, sitting right here on my lap and asking me to make a pact with you. What do you think my answer will be?”

“Hopefully... a yes?” You smile nervously back at him.

“Nothing less than a perfect yes for my perfect human~” he kisses your forehead and hugs you close to his chest.

You giggle in relief and wrap your arms around his neck, “I’m so happy, I was worried you might say no.”

“And why would I say no, hm? Tell me your worries so I can shoo them away,” he runs his hands up and down your back.

“I was worried I asked too soon into our relationship,” you admit.

“Hehehe, of course not. You could have asked me the first day I met you and I’d say yes. I’ve always known you would be the first and only person I make a pact with, I just wanted to wait till you were ready. And now that you are…” You shiver as his hands creep up into your shirt, “Where should I place my seal…”

“H-hey, be careful where you’re touching,” you try to scold him but the blush on your face tells a whole different story.

“Don’t worry, I know my limits by now~” he giggles as he pulls his hands back and studies your body.

“I think it should go…” he traces a circle over your heart, “right here, where it belongs.”

“Aww, my heart? Is it because you want it all to yourself?” You chuckle.

“Maybe~ now, let’s take this off for just a few seconds~”

“Hey, wait!” There’s no way you could stop him in time before he swiftly pulls off your shirt and returns to drifting his hands up and down your now exposed waist. The touch has you shivering in both sensitivity and excitement.

“Are you ready for it? I’ll be gentle,” He gives you a playful wink before leaning to your chest. His breath feels so hot against your skin, you don’t know if it’s the thrill of the close proximity or him using some underhanded tricks with his powers but your mind is beginning to wander.

“Mhm…” you hum your consent and shiver as his soft lips lay a kiss right above your heart. You can feel your pulse spike as sparkling colors of rose and bubblegum pink swirl around the spot. Thousands of glittering particles twinkle as a magic sigil presents itself on your skin. It glows a few times before the cloud of glitter finally dissipates and what’s left behind is a prominent seal of lust.

“There, now it’s official. You’re all mine, forever and always. We’re going to have so much fun together, I just know it,” he whispers lowly in your ear and squeezes your waist, “you’re all I could ever want~”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Belphegor - (lvl of difficulty: 5/10 | placement: thigh or shoulder)

✧ now Belphie’s a lot more laid back when it comes to pacts

✧ yeah, he knows how meaningful they are and all the abilities it grants to the receiving end and blah blah blah

✧ he’s heard way too many speeches from Lucifer to really care

✧ if anything, they sound more like a burden

✧ he’s perfectly fine just laying in bed all day and occasionally getting up to grab a snack

✧ even when you’re in the picture, the thought of pacts never really crosses his mind

✧ you have to be the one to ask, but be careful to catch him at the right time

✧ if you wake him up to tell him about making a pact he will growl at you and go right back to sleep

✧ the best time to ask if when he’s either getting a snack or just spending some quality time with you.

✧ he will be pretty confused why it would matter

✧ aren’t you two close enough? Why do you need his seal to prove it?

✧ but it doesn’t take long to convince him

✧ he may not show it as outwardly as his brothers, but he does really, really love you

✧ that’s why you’re his favorite place to take a nap, after all.

✧ he doesn’t care much about where to put his seal, any place you want is fine with him, but if you beg him to pick it himself, he would eventually settle on your thighs or shoulder since he spends so much time laying against them when he decides to take a nap.

✧ when he’s snoozing he he sees the seal, his seal, on your skin, he’s sleepily nuzzles against it and quickly fall asleep.

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♥ You’ve been looking everywhere for Belphie to no avail. He’s not in his shared room, any of his brother’s rooms, the common room, planetarium, dining room, music room, study, or even kitchen. You’re starting to wonder if he snuck off because of everyone being loud and fell asleep in the forest. Before you get on your hiking boots you decide to check one more spot. You make your way up the large spiral stairs, crossing your fingers you have some luck on your side. As you enter the attic and feel a sense of relief wash over you as you spot is sleeping form curled up on the bed. You carefully tip toe over to him so as to not wake him up and watch as his chest lifts up and down. The urge to lean down and give him a faint kiss on the cheek is too strong to resist before heading right back down the stairs. If you were going to ask him the question you had been dwelling over for weeks, it had to be the perfect time, and waking him up just to drop a heavy question on him with a quick way to get nowhere quickly. Waiting a little bit longer was a much better idea. Letting out a heavy breath, you plop yourself down on one of the velvety cushions of the piano and decide to practice your skills for a while until you're sleeping beauty wakes up. It was barely 30 minutes later when you heard someone open the large doors of the music room.

“Mmmph… pretty…” Belphegor mumbles as he walks over to you, rubbing his eyes.

“You’re awake… how did you sleep?” You keep playing piano and give him a smile.

“Good,” he yawns.

“That’s good to hear,” you finish off the song and close the piano, “do you have a few minutes to talk about something?”

“Hm? I guess so. What’s up?” He tilts his head.

“Well, uh… could we actually go somewhere a little more private?” You ask with a nervous chuckle.

“Mhm… sure,” he nods.

You both walk hand in hand back up to the attic and sit next to each other.

“There’s something really important I’ve been thinking about lately. I’m not quite sure how you’ll react to it, so I’m a bit nervous,” you take a deep breath to steady your nerves, “here goes nothing. Belphie… can we make a pact together?”

“A… pact?” He tilts his head once more.

“Yeah,” you nod and swallow nervously awaiting his answer.

“Hmm… pacts are kinda tedious. I’d be giving you control over me. But, I trust you not to boss me around… so sure,” He consents as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Wait… really? You mean it?” You gently grab his hand.

“Mhm. I like you a lot, anyways,” he nods.

“Aw, Belphie… I’m so happy,” you giggle as you try to hold back your tears of happiness. He notices them forming at the corners of your eyes and reaches over to wipe them away.

“Do you want my seal now?” He asks.

“Mhm, yes please. Where should it go?” Your bright smile brings a light blush to his cheeks. His eyes trance over your exposed skin for the easiest place he can put it and soon choose a spot right on your shoulder.

He points at it and looks at you, “this spot okay?”

“Yeah, I like it. I can show it off proudly that way,” you giggle.

“Don’t say that…” his blush grows deeper as he hides it behind your shoulder.

“Does it make you shy?” You smirk at his flustered behavior.

“A bit…” he murmurs. You laugh it off and ruffle his hair. After a few seconds he lifts his head back up and makes eye contact with you, silently waiting for permission.

“I’m ready, Belphie,” you gently stroke his horns. He hums in satisfaction and presses a kiss to your shoulder. The spot shines for a few seconds as a sigil appears. After glowing with mute colors of blue and purple it settles down into your skin as an intricate tattoo.

“I like it…” his eyes twinkle with happiness.

“I like it too. I’m so glad I get to be so close with you,” you continue to pet his horns.

“Me too. Can I take another nap? With you this time. Now that you have my seal, I’m not letting go of you,” he wraps his around around your body and nuzzles his warm cheek against your newly formed seal.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mammon - (lvl of difficulty: 6/10 | placement: neck or cheek)

✧ now this guy is a little trickster.

✧ whenever someone wants something from him you cannot convince me he won’t find a way to twist it into being compensated somehow.

✧ someone includes you.

✧ but he’s not a total scumbag, trust me.

✧ he may not like to admit it but he’s totally weak for you.

✧ you just have to find a way to open him up.

✧ but once you do you’ll see how giddy he is about the whole thing.

✧ yeah, pacts are a lot of responsibility, but the idea of having a permanent mark of him imprinted on your body makes him have the urge to flaunt you like a trophy.

✧ he’d agree just for that privilege alone

✧ his ideal spots are basically anywhere that’s hard to hide

✧ if he sees you trying to hide his (HIS) seal, he will take it as an insult and get all whiny about it.

✧ places like your cheek or neck sound perfect to him

✧ there’s no way his brothers will try to steal you away from him now that you’ve got his mark! (Take that!)

✧ also, you could be minding your own business and this guy will just walk by you while saying something like, “Your seal looks great, who’s it from?~” or “ It’s almost as hot as it’s owner~”

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♥ “Hey Mammon,” you softly tug on his sleeve to get his attention,” I need to tell ya something.”

“Hm? Need a favor from the mighty Mammon, now do ya?” He flaunts an extroverted smirk which almost sparkles in confidence.

“Well, no and yes, just follow me,” you motion for him to follow you into the nearby guest room. If only you knew to think before you speak as his devious smirk grows even wider.

“Oh ho ho~ I think I like where this is going~” he chuckles and follows you inside.

“Perv,” you give him a sharp chop on the shoulder.

“Hey, ouch! What gives- I mean, that was nothin’,” he shrugs his shoulders and looks away.

“Anyways, now that we are alone, there’s something serious I wanna talk about,” you sit down on the bed and pat the side next to you. He takes the seat next to you and sprawls out.

“What’s up? Here to tell me I need to give back Lucifer’s card again? Heh, I’ll save you the trouble. That bastard stole it back from me,” he wipes away fake tears.

“That's… not quite what I had in mind actually,” you chuckle at his antics, “it’s something a little more important than that.”

“More important?! Then my credit card?! No way, nothing can be as important as- Uhh…” he shuts himself up as you flash him a death stare, “C-Continue~”

“It’s about you and me, actually,” you run your hands up and down your thighs nervously.

“Me and you?” He sits up at the mention of yours and his relationship, “Tell me.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while and, well, I think it’s about time I get it off my chest. Mammon, could we make a pact together?”

The room goes silent as he blinks in confusion. Did he hear that right? Did you just say the word pact?

“P-PACTS?! FOR REA- ahem, I mean, you really want that?” He tries to hide his excited expression.

“I do. I’d understand if you didn’t want to give up on some of your freedoms, I know it’s a big commitment. But if you’re ready, I'd like to take that step with you,” you give him a sickeningly sweet smile and hold his hand in yours.

“W-w-well uh, u-umm uh,” before he can continue to stutter and make a fool of himself, he delivers a sharp slap to himself across the face, “I guess I could, but it depends on the price.”

“Price?” A tinge of hurt shines in your eyes that he would have the gall to even mention money in this kind of situation.

“Mhm, gotta have a price to get my quality services, of course,” he nods to himself before finally turning around and freezing at the wounded look on your face. He can tell he totally messed up big time, “Iiiiiiii mean, wow, look at that, it’s totally free now! On the house, just for you, my gorgeous sweetheart~ what prices? I don’t remember a price at all. I could never charge a dime from you, baby~ So pretty, so sweet, so-“

SMACK!!

He whimpers as now both sides of his face were red and swollen, but murmurs his apology, “Yeah, I deserved that.”

“Ready to be serious this time or do you need another one to help you think straight?” You lift your hand up again.

“No no no no I’m thinkin’ perfectly fine now, promise!” He raises his hands up in defense.

“Good,” you rest your hands back down on your lap.

“So, about this pact, I think it sounds pretty sweet. Just don’t think you can get anything like free money from it. Sadly, my powers don’t work that way. I’ve tried,” he shrugs sadly, “Now, to find the best spot to claim as mine~”

He looks over your body for a few seconds before lifting up your jaw and tracing his thumb over the middle of your neck.

“This could be quite a pretty spot. Oh, but,” he smiles against your cheek, “this spot could work too~ whatcha thinkin’?”

You can’t help but blush at how touchy he was being but you kind find it in you to push him away, “Any of those are fine.”

“Then I think I choose… right on your lovely cheek. That way everyone can see just how much you belong to the mighty Mammon. Ready to seal the deal? Hehe, get it?~”

“Heheh, yeah, I’m ready,” he laugh.

“Alrighty then,” he smirks one more time before pressing a sloppy kiss to your right cheek. You could feel the spot glowing in a golden light like shining gold. Even he was entranced by the sight but he could just be happy he got an excuse to kiss you. As soon as his seal of greed etched into your soft skin, he quickly steals another kiss directly on your lips.

“There, now you’re all mine~” He chuckles.

“I don’t think a kiss on the lips was needed,” you sigh in amusement.

“You know me, I just had to take a little bit more than I’m given. I know you enjoyed it too with how hard your blushing~ ya know, since we’re alone, I think your lips need a little bit more attention. I think I can help with that~” he gives you a flirtatious smirk that tells you you’re in for a long day.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Lucifer - (lvl of difficulty: 7/10 | placement: forehead or chest)

✧ you better plan ahead when asking Lucifer to make a pact

✧ he’s the avatar of pride not the avatar of charity

✧ he won’t even take the question seriously unless he’s known you for quite a while, and even then, it’s not guaranteed he’ll say yes

✧ to give up so much of his free will to a human no less

✧ but if your persistent enough without annoying him, he might just consider it

✧ just know there’s a very, very fine line you might accidentally cross, so prepare to step back if he gets actually upset

✧ though he’s usually not upset at you, it’s mostly the stress from his work and brothers

✧ he’ll apologize once he cools off, it’s pretty hard for him to stay mad at you for long

✧ he cares about you quite a lot and always wants to keep you safe and happy

✧ so if making a pact will really make you as happy as you say, he’ll give in.

✧ plus the idea of being the first and only demon you make a pact with kind of strokes his ego just a bit (not as much as Mammon though)

✧ rationally he believes a place that only he can see in private, a place that isn’t hard to cover, would be ideal

✧ it’s just he can’t push away the urge to put his seal front and center on either your neck or your forehead to show everyone you belong to him

✧ he knows it wouldn't be practical, but can you really blame him?

✧ having a stunning human like you looking like the epitome of beauty all the time makes him territorial, it annoys the crap out of him

✧ please let him mark you somewhere visible, he will cherish it every single day

✧ just prepare for a few more marks if he gets a little too caught up in the moment (he’ll apologize later with an embarrassed look on his face)

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♥ It's been about two months since you first asked Lucifer to make a pact with you. At first he immediately shot it down, saying something along the lines of “There’s no way I’d let a human get the opportunity to order me around like a dog” and walked out of the room. But after a lot of gifts, praise, and of course begging, his no turned into a not now. At least it’s progress? Any logical person would just give up by now, heck, even the other brothers were catching onto the situation. Mammon and Belphegor both suggested you drop the subject since if Lucifer was really the Lucifer they know, it would take a millennium of begging for him to give in. Even one millennium is way too long for a human like you. But not everyone was against it. At least you had Asmodeus as your cheerleader, saying a little change would be good for him. So each day you made it your goal to prove to him you were worthy of his seal, without being overly pushy, of course. Some days it was a rose with a notecard saying your name attached to it, other days it could be him walking into the dining room to find it totally spotless, and on special days you’d come to him in person and ask if he was ready. He wouldn’t admit this until much later but he found all your antics both amusing and irritating. Eventually it all came to a climax when he found you trying to replace the water in one of the flower pots in his office. His private office. It went a little something like this.

“MC?! What in hell's name do you think you’re doing in my office?!” Lucifer’s booming voice almost made you drop the vase of water you were holding.

“Ahh! Lucifer, I-I just wanted to-“ he quickly cut you off before you could explain.

“It doesn’t matter what your reasoning is, I didn’t give you permission to come in here. You’re supposed to do what we ask of you, not go around doing all of our chores like some sort of maid,” he growled with frustration. You accepted that there was no way you could talk yourself out of this situation and bowed before him.

“I’ll just leave you alone then. I’m sorry Lucifer,” you tried to exit the room but to your surprise his eyes snapped back towards you.

“Don't leave unless you are dismissed, damn it!” He exclaimed, snatching your wrist to stop you. In the commotion he forgot you were holding something fragile, which came tumbling to the ground and shattered in a dramatic crash along with your hopes in getting closer to Lucifer. Water and porcelain shards littered the ground haphazardly.

“Aghh! I-I, fuck, I’m so sorry, Lucifer, I’ll clean it up right away,” as you tried once again to leave the room, his large hand around your wrist yanked you back. His eyes turned from livid to shocked at his own actions. He let out a short grunt before letting you go get some cleaning supplies. Once you came back, you found that all the delicate sharps were gathered up and placed on the table to make your job a little easier but Lucifer was nowhere to be found. Next to the near pile of sharps was a small note, which read in large, fancy writing, ‘Not now.’ After that day, you decided to give him some time to himself to process his decision instead of trying to bend over backwards for him. Back in the present day, around a month after the vase incident, your heart almost jumped all the way out of your mouth as you read the cryptic message Lucifer sent you. All it read was ‘Come to my room. I’m ready.’ But that was more than enough to get you to sprint up the stairs and almost trample over a poor Leviathan trying to escape the wrath of an angry Satan. As you stood outside his room, you smoothed out your clothes and took a deep breath. This was the moment you were waiting for! As you stepped inside you were… pulled into a hug? By Lucifer?!

“I’ve been a total fool,” he sighed in disdain.

A fool?! Was this really the Lucifer you know or was this some sort of prank?

“Pardon me,” he stepped back and looked to the side in embarrassment, “Please, take a seat. There’s a lot I want to talk about.”

You both took a seat on his couch. He seemed to be fidgeting with his gloves quite a bit before finally breaking the silence.

“I want to start off by saying I'm sorry for the way I’ve been treating you lately. You may be our assistant but that doesn’t give me the right to yell at you and put my hands on you,” he stated shamefully, “I let my stress and sleep deprivation get the better of me. Nghh… I should have been stronger than that. Ahem, but that’s not the only reason I asked you to come here today. I’ve thought about your request for quite a while and I’ve come to the conclusion that,” he paused for a brief moment, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, “That I’d be willing to accept it. But, only if you can meet my demands.” It took you a few seconds to process what he said before your eyes exploded into a flurry of sparkling stars, much to Lucifer’s surprise.

“D-do you mean it? I, I can’t believe it, this is ama-” you catch a glimpse at his serious expression and pipe down. Although, this could have been your imagination, but you could have sworn you heard a faint chuckle from him.

“Allow me to elaborate first. A pact between a human and demon is considered an exchange of loyalty and trust. After the seal is placed, the demon will be forever at your mercy to any commands you give them, which includes but is not limited to tasks, information, and even the use of powers. In exchange, the human will also forever be with that demon and have to give the demon something they want as payment. The payment could be anything, but for the sake of giving an example, it could be money, an object of desire, a promise, or information. My demands go as follows. I need you to not only swear your loyalty to me, guarantee that you won't try to force me to do anything I’m not comfortable with, and…” he takes your hand in his, “allow me the chance to make you the happiest being in all of devildom.”

“I… I accept. Yes, yes of course I’ll accept! Lucifer… Thank you. Thank you so much,” you tried to stay strong but the overwhelming amount of joy made your eyes well up with tears.

Lucifer noticed it and chuckled, “Humans can be so emotional. But, since it’s you, I’ll allow it.”

He leaned closer and wiped away your tears, staring back at you with a look you couldn't describe as anything less than ethereal, “I’ll give you the privilege to choose the location of my seal to make up for all the wasted time I spent hesitating.”

You smiled up at him, “I’ve thought about it for a while and I’d like you to put it on my forehead.”

His eyes widened slightly, “You’re… forehead? And why is that?”

“Because, I know how important this is to you, ever since the beginning. What better place to put a mark of pride than a place everyone can see,” you pushed some stray hairs out of the way to give him better access.

You watched in slow motion as the stoic demon in front of you melted into a puddle of his former demon self. He put a hand over his mouth to try to hide his flustered expression but it was no use. His whole entire face was red.

“I… I see… ahem, well, I would have to agree with you. That spot would be per-” he corrected himself, “acceptable.”

He took a shallow breath before gently pulling you closer by grabbing your chin. His eyes drifted from your eyes to your forehead to down to your lips before snapping back up to their designated location. His lips moved closer and closer until you could feel them just barely tracing over your skin, sending shockwaves of electricity through your body.

“Are you ready?” He smoothed his thumb over your cheek.

You tremble slightly before nodding, “M-mhm.”

“I need to hear you say it,” he urged, causing you to let out a small whimper.

“I... I’m.. ready,” you murmured, giving him the confirmation he needed to finally press his lips against your forehead. You couldn’t see it very well, but you felt a light tingly sensation from the spot he was kissing. After a few seconds that felt like hours, he pulled away.

“Mmm…” he stared in awe at the mark he engraved on your skin, “After this, we’ll only grow closer. I hope you’re ready… because I’m not quite done yet.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Satan - (lvl of difficulty: 8/10 | placement: chest, neck, or back)

✧ out of all of the boys, as you might expect, he’s by far the most difficult one to make a pact with

✧ if you thought Lucifer was uncompromising, you haven’t seen nothing yet

✧ the moment you even say the word pact, he feels a fiery sense of annoyance take over him

✧ you’d dare try to get him to agree to letting you control him like some sort of puppet or servant?!

✧ if anyone’s a servant, it’s you!

✧ no human is worth his time, which especially includes you.

✧ after that, for the next few days, he will refuse to talk to you and send you on onslaught of death stares.

✧ everyone in the whole mansion feels like they're walking on eggshells even if they’re not in the same room as him

✧ give him some time to cool off, the time apart from you will slowly make him realize that he cares about you

✧ but this realization ain’t a pretty one

✧ he will constantly try to deny it, scoffing whenever someone mention his blush when you enter a room his in, knocking his brothers in the back of the head anytime they compliment you, suddenly leaving conversations with you when he feels his heart begin to beat too hard.

✧ he feels helpless, pathetic, and ashamed for falling for a human.

✧ he’s set on just ignoring these feelings for the foreseeable future, but…

✧ when he notices the way his brothers look at you with such endearment…

✧ a new flame of passion lights in him.

✧ there’s no way he’s going to them steal you away from him!

✧ he rushes back to you and suddenly he’s the one begging you to form a pack (not that you’re complaining)

✧ he won’t agree to placing his seal anywhere besides your chest, neck, or back.

✧ yeah, he wants to prove to his siblings that you’re his and his alone, but the idea of putting it somewhere only he can see is almost as tempting.

✧ just be wary of what you wear if he does decide to put it somewhere private because if it’s in view, brace yourself for the wrath of a very, very territorial demon.

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♥ You couldn’t stop the ache in your heart as you stood in front of Satan’s room. The handle called out to you, but just before you could reach for it, all the hurtful things he’s said to you flood your mind.

“You ignorant fucking waste of human flesh! To think you’d even dare to ask such a stupid question to me!! There’s no way in the entirety of hell I’ll make a pact with you!”

“Tch, still have the audacity to look me in the eyes after that stunt? Would rearranging your bone structure finally get your slow brain to understand?! The answer is NO!”

“Oh, cry as loud as you want. It’s not going to change the fact that your existence is pointless to any of us. We’d be perfectly fine without you.”

Your hand dropped to your side as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Why did he have to say such hurtful things to you when all you wanted was to get closer to him? Were you really just a worthless human in his eyes? With a heavy heart you made your way down the stairs and retreated into your room. As you collapsed onto your bed, you couldn’t fight off the tears any longer. It just wasn’t fair. Out of all the demon brothers to have a crush on, why did it have to be him? You were so stupid to ask something like that so early, you should have known better. If only, if only, if only. If only you could get back at him somehow. Suddenly, you heard a faint noise from your door, like something was being slid under it. You stumbled out of bed and peeked at the small note laying on the floor. It read, ‘Having love problems? Try making them jealous, they just might reveal their true feelings~♡’

You’re pretty sure you can guess who sent this note. But, trying to make him jealous didn’t sound like that bad of an idea. The only thing is how could you be certain he even had feelings for you to begin with? There was nothing you could do but try. And try you did. The very next day you made sure to look your very best, attracting some of the demon boys’ attention.

“Wow~♡ You look wonderful today, MC. Who’s the lucky guy? Is it me?~” Asmo chuckled.

“You? Hah! No way, they're definitely dressing nice for me,” Mammon pointed to himself and smirked.

“They do look really pretty today,” Belphie rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

You glanced over at Satan who was standing in the corner of the room scowling to himself about something. Your plan seems to be going perfectly!

“MC, uh, wanna play video games in my room?” Levi stuttered, obviously flushed.

“No fair, I can’t let you have MC all to yourself. Want to go to my room instead? I’m a lot more fun than Levi, trust me~♡” Asmo winks flirtatiously.

“What’s going on-” Beel entered the room and froze in place, “MC, you look gorgeous…”

“Back off, I saw them first!” Mammon snapped, reaching for your hand. Before he could make contact, it was slapped away by none other than… Satan?! He gave everyone a death stare before snatching your arm and pulling you down the hall and into the library.

“S-Satan, what are you-”

“Just shut it!” He snapped at you, quickly followed by a surprising, “sorry…”

“Aghhh… I just couldn’t take the way they looked at you. All wide eyed and blushing and shit. I wanted to punch them all!!” He slammed his fist against the top of a bookcase, thankfully not breaking it.

“This is so stupid, they’re so stupid… I’m so stupid…” he put a hand over his face and leaned against the wall. You inched closer to get a better view of his face but jumped back as an accusing finger pointed right at your face.

“It’s your fault! Ever since you first came here you’ve been making me feel weird and I hate it! I’m supposed to be a strong and mighty demon, but every time I…” He grunts in frustration. Just as he’s about to slam his fist against the wall, he stops himself.

“Look at me, I’m acting like a fucking toddler. Ugh… alright, fine. I’ll tell you the truth. But don’t you dare tell the others or you’re dead. Ever since you asked me to make a pact I’ve been having annoying thoughts.” He rubs his forehead with a groan, “But after a while I realized. I… I like you. It gets on my nerves but I like you. It’s so annoying how you make me blush when you smile, how my heart beats fast when you walk by, how much my skin burns when I see my brothers compliment you. Grrr… I hate all of this, but I can’t deny how… happy you make me feel when I’m with you… I’m done running away. If I keep it up I’ll lose my chance and someone will steal you all for themselves. I’m not letting that happen, not ever. So I’ll make you mind before my brothers even get the opportunity to take you away from me. Heh, that will rub it in their faces,” he removes his hand from his face, showing the devious smirk underneath. You had no idea where he was taking this but you liked where it was going.

“Imagine the look of disappointment on their faces when they see my seal on you. Hahah, that will show them…” he moves closer to you and puts his hands on your sides.

“So what will it be? Still up for making a pact with me?” He tilts his head.

You blush as your words fall out of your mouth haphazardly, “Uh, Y-yeah, yes, Mhm, a pact sounds great.”

“Good, because I’m not taking no for an answer at this point. I’ve been leaving you waiting for way too long. Now, where should it go… right here on your neck,” a large shiver wracks through your body as his arms squeeze tighter around your waist to hold you still. His lips trail down to the side of your neck, “Yeah, that would be a nice place. Nice and obvious. Hold still~”

“W-wait, please be gentle!” You beg.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He chuckles to himself, but when he sees your nervous expression, he backs down a little, “Ugh, fine, I guess I got no choice,” he rolls his eyes as he presses a deep kiss to your neck. The spot starts to sting slightly, but not enough to truly hurt. Out of the counter of your eyes you spot a vibrant green light and black crackles of energy.

“Mmm, and there, look at that. You’re all mine~” you feel him smirk against your neck as his lips suddenly move to the other side, “but I’m not quite happy with just one mark. I think 5 more should be enough to make it obvious who you belong to~”

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[allkindfangirl]

bring another driver's younger sister (Charle's or Pierre's maybe) and they do not know that you're together with lando so you have to keep it a secret from them and they're being protective either way without even knowing

pairing: lando norris x reader

disclaimer: slight mention of smut, english isn't my first language

summary: in which you're secretly in love with your brothers rival

"How do I look?", you ask, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your shorts are back around your hips, the Ferarri shirt loosely hanging on you. "Stunning." Lando grins, as he puts on his trousers. His smile makes you weak in your legs, just like he made you weak in your legs 5 minutes ago.

You roll your eyes. "I mean- Do I look like we just- you know?" You can feel yourself blushing. He has something about him that makes you nervous and excited at the same time. He makes you nervous but you feel so comfortable around him. You can see him blush too. His eyes light up at the thought of what he did to you just a few minutes ago. Him on top of you, hands on your thighs, your hands in his curls.

The two of you are still getting used to the new sensation, the lust you feel whenever you're close to each other. The sensation and excitement of knowing that no one can know about this. That it's a secret between the two of you. Though here and there you can feel suspicious looks on you, whenever you spend too much time at the McLaren paddock, but still, no one ever said a word.

The both of you know that it's for the best. That it's just fun, nothing serious and no one should know about it. You know it would be a big deal, when people would find out Charles Leclercs sister is sleeping with his rival Lando Norris. The two of you want to keep it secret, though secretely you want to scream it out for everyone to hear. You want to walk into the paddock with your hand in his, you want to kiss him, you want to show the world that you fell in love with him - even though not even Lando himself knows about your feelings.

He didn't tell you about his feelings either. All he knows is, that whenever you're around, he feels a certain peace of mind. You make the world turn slower, in order for him to have moments where he's not stressed or in a hurry and can just be himself.

Sometimes you get angry when you think about Charles telling you to never start anything with someone from Formula 1. Well, he shouldn't have invited you to the F1 event a couple months ago. It's not your fault you fell for Lando Norris. How could someone not fall for him?

30 minutes to go before the race starts and you're back at the Ferrari garage. You're still trying to calm down, still feeling Landos lips, his fingers all over your body. He makes you feel like no one else ever could.

"Where have you been?", you hear Charles behind you. He's already wearing his fireproof, sipping on his water.

"I was just wandering around. You don't have to worry again.", you say, angrier than intended. You know he only means well.

"Y/n. Don't give me that look. You know I just want you to be safe."

You nod. You know. But what if the world out there, a life with Lando wouldn't be as dangerous as your brother thinks. You want to tell it to his face, tell him how you fell in love with his rival and friend. Would it really be that much of a deal?

Good luck, you quickly text Lando. With McLaren doing so great at the moment, he doesn’t really need it.

Other than your brother. You see the frown on his face. He’s worried. He love this, he loves Ferrari, his job. But life's not treating him good at the moment.

The race ends. Lando gets another podium. While trying to comfort Charles and feeling bad for him, who ended up on the 11th place, you can’t stop thinking about Lando. You want to be able to hug him in front of everyone, even though you don't know if he wanted you to.

The two of you made it clear that this can't be something serious. The two of you can't face your brother when he made it strict that he doesn't want you to date anyone from F1.

You watch him celebrate on the podium. You feel so happy for him.

Well done, you text him when he gets off the stage.

Come see me later, he texts back. It makes your heart jump. Knowing you'll see him later, the excitement of sneaking into his hotel room. Laying in his arms again and having his lips on your skin.

-

really hope you like it. sorry that it took me so long!!

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omg jade!! this just popped into my head but do u think u could write smth ab roan gettin a tinyyyy bit jealous when reader gives attention to another kid? pls feel free to ignore if u dont like it hehe j smth i thought ab! ily!!

this request is from october I'm so sorry it took this long, thank you for requesting, ily ♥︎ fem!reader

Eddie’s friend Gareth has two kids. 

Twin boys, they hang off of him one to each arm and might be the cutest kids you’ve ever seen that aren’t Roan. One is much, much cuddlier than the other, and when he climbs into your lap you really, honestly can’t say no. He’s practically a baby still, two and half years old and chatty without real words. 

When he strokes your face with your hand, you look over his little head at Eddie where he’s sitting at the same picnic table and pout at him. 

“You want one?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. 

You rub the back of the baby’s head, hand stroking over fine, sandy brown hair. “Stop it.”

It’s a very cheeky joke considering you and Eddie haven’t been together that long. And besides, you think he might have his work cut out for him with his own baby girl, he doesn’t need another right now. 

Said baby girl has taken to holding your hand basically everywhere you go. You adore Roan and if she wants to hold your hand whenever she sees you, it’s an improvement from her wanting to always be carried. She’d been holding your hand five minutes ago before she proclaimed her need to pee. 

She emerges from the house and into the garden with her little hands dripping and Eddie beckons her over. You can hear their hushed conversation as he wipes her hands dry with his t-shirt. 

“Did you flush?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah, daddy.”

“Did you wipe the right way?”

She looks a little embarrassed, and then that embarrassment gets eaten by Munson rage. “Yeah, dad.”

Eddie only laughs. “Okay, alright. Thanks, mini me. Kiss for a job well done?”

Roan gives him a quick kiss and then throws her gaze to you. You watch what looks to be excitement shrivel up and dissolve into dust, her eyes widened and then pinched with hurt. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” you ask, hand splayed over the small back of your newfound charge. 

She doesn’t talk to you. Roan turns on her heel and climbs straight into Eddie’s lap, small thighs either side of his waist and face falling into his t-shirt. He’s as confused as you are, dropping his face down closer to hers and murmuring something too quiet to hear. Her tiny black bunches bounce as she shakes her head. 

He tucks a loose curl behind her ear. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he says gently. 

Roan pushes her face deeper into his chest and sighs. 

You’re at that stage of knowing and loving Roan where all of her upsets still feel huge to you. Eddie, having experienced her change in emotion every single day of her life, is much less affected. Not any less loving, or any less caring, but he doesn’t get so stressed. He pats her little back for what’s left of his friends garden party, and you say goodbye to your clinger when it’s time for their nap. 

“Let’s go home, should we?” Eddie asks gently, forehead tapped against Roan’s. 

She grumbles irritably and Eddie picks her up, her face quickly hidden in his neck. When all the goodbyes have been exchanged you follow him back to his car, nibbling your lip intermittently. Roan isn’t prone to being quiet like this unless she’s sick or tired, and it’s hours from bedtime, so she has to be sick. 

"She's not warm," Eddie tells you. 

"Do you feel sick?" you ask her anyways, not because you don't believe Eddie's capabilities as a dad, but for your own peace of mind — you don't like worrying about Roan. It gnaws at you. 

She doesn't speak to you. In fact, she doesn't speak to you for hours. Not when you get home, not at the dinner table, and not during cartoons before bed. She doesn't hug you goodnight, and that's when Eddie gives a knowing, amused snort. 

"What?" you ask, pulling your gaze from her retreating back to him. "What's funny? Your baby doesn't like me anymore, this is the opposite of funny." 

"She's just jealous." You scoot away from him. He pulls you back in with an eye roll. "Not of me, dork. Of Henry." 

You blink. "Gareth's kid?" 

"Yes." His head lolls lazily to the side, and his smile is more a smirk than anything else. "Come on, sweet thing. Use your brain." 

You would glare at him if the cogs weren't turning in your head. "Well, what do I do?" You stand up. "I gotta say sorry." 

Eddie catches your hand. When you look at him, he shakes his head. You love and hate how smug he is as a dad, how he simultaneously knows all the answers but has to call Wayne at least once a week with some whacky question. 

"What?" 

"You don't have to say sorry to her for hugging another kid, just… explain that she's your favourite." 

"She is my favourite." 

"I know."

You look down the hall and then back to your boyfriend. "Will you come with me?" 

"Always." Eddie gets up, and you hold hands all the way to Roan's bedroom, though the slim hallway makes it difficult. 

He knocks on Roan's door. "Babe?"

"Daddy?" 

He pushes open the door. Roan isn't sleeping, she usually doesn't until Eddie comes in to tuck her into bed and kiss her goodnight. She's sitting by the bottom of the bed with her big paper sketchbook and a crayon in hand, but she hasn't drawn anything yet. She drops the crayon and looks up at you both suspiciously. 

"Y/N wants to talk to you. Do you wanna sit in the bed together?" he asks her. 

She nods. Too soon, Eddie's pulling his hand out of yours and scooping Roan up deftly, and he climbs into her tiny princess bed with little hesitation. She looks small in his lap. 

You sit gingerly opposite. 

Eddie gives you an encouraging smile, worming his thumb into the palm of her hand. 

"Roan," you start, awkward because Eddie's listening, hesitant because you don't wanna mess this up. You decide to go for the straightforward approach. "You know you're my favourite girl, yeah?" 

She glares at you. 

Not what you'd been expecting. 

You try again. "I… I love you very much. Like, so much it squeezes out of me when you hug me, and you gotta push it all back in for me." 

An inkling of a smile appears. She loves that game, and she's stronger than she looks. It really does feel like she's squeezing all the air from your lungs sometimes. 

"And-" You continue, prompted by Eddie's voracious nodding. "And even though sometimes other boys and girls want to give me a hug, none of them ever give me hugs as good as yours. I just want you to know that your hugs are my favourite." 

Roan leans back heavy into Eddie's chest. He kisses the top of her head unthinking, lips hidden by her dark brown curls. 

Then, his lips move down to her ear, and he says, in his professional parenting voice that's all soft and warm, "I know you were unhappy when Y/N gave baby Henry a cuddle, but just 'cause she gave him a hug doesn't mean she can't give you one too. And ignoring people isn't something we like to do, is it?" 

Roan frowns at him. "But she was holding my hand first." 

"I know. You gotta share her, though. Like right now, you're in my lap, and Y/N isn't complaining. Maybe she wants to be in my lap, or maybe she wants you in hers." 

You take the queue. "I miss my goodnight hug," you say, hands moving forward. You pout at her. "Please, Roan."

You wouldn't force Roan into a hug if you didn't think she wanted one. You're right, thankfully, and Roan stands up, wobbling across the mattress in her pink pyjamas and straight into your chest. 

You curl your arms around her too tight and send Eddie your most thankful, loving look as Roan snuggles your neck. 

"Missed you, princess," you murmur, hand creeping up her back to play in the soft ends of her hair. 

You hug. Roan turns to mush, boneless, limp, every word for it, putty in your hands. Eddie had told you once that he thinks she likes your hugs because you're so soft. 

He wiggles his eyebrows. "Think about it," he whispers. "You could have two of her. Three." 

You close your eyes so you don't have to look at him, flustered but so happy you end up laughing. 

"Kiss?" you ask Roan. 

She nods. You cover her in kisses, every inch of her perfect face. 

#eddie and roan #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

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LIGHTHOUSE!

make 'em swoon (prompt list) gender neutral reader

CHIGIRI HYOMA!

a smile that makes his eyes soften!

Chigiri can be surprisingly uptight sometimes. He isn’t necessarily the most openly affectionate boyfriend, but once you pester him with your love enough, he’ll gradually open up and give into your ministrations. Sometimes he might grumble but still let you cling to him, and other times, he’ll follow along with your teasing just to turn the tables onto you and leave you flustered and buzzing. But the moments where you know he loves you and loves soaking up your attention is in the small clues. Whenever you grin at him, either to goad him into doing something or right before a kiss, Chigiri’s eyes light up a bit. No matter how thorny and tsundere he pretends to be, he’s deeply infatuated with you. He can’t even lie to himself about how in love he is with you, and it’s these kinds of cues that let you know how down horrendous your boyfriend is.

“Pleaseeeeee, pleaseeeeee?” You’re practically hanging off of the redhead’s arm, dragging him down with your body weight as you grip onto him like he’ll disappear if you let go. Your eyes are sparkling, and you’re trying to flash your most stunning smile at him. “Look at how cute the drinks are here! We have to go! It’ll be the perfect date idea! C’mon, can’t you at least do this much for your absolutely wonderful and perfect and flawless partner?”

Chigiri pretends to pout, even though you can see him looking at the cafe’s Instagram pictures with a bit of intrigue. “...Are you that set on going? Aren’t there cafes like this everywhere?”

“But this one is brand new! I wanna try the snacks and stuff myself, and we have to go before it gets super popular and crowded! It’ll be fun, I promise! Please?” You beg passionately, continually sidling up against Chigiri. You two both know that even though Chigiri acts like he can’t bear with your pleas, he actually likes it when you bombard him with your attention and will always eventually give in.

He shakes his head, acting as if he doesn’t have any other option. “Fine. I have some time, and I guess it won’t hurt to treat you. If you want to go that badly, then…”

You cheer loudly, immediately enjoying your victory and beaming up at him with nothing but pure joy and adoration. Chigiri can feel his heart skip a beat in his chest, and his breathing feels a little tighter when he sees how happy you are. His eyes warm up around the edges as he gazes at you getting all excited, and when you pull him in for a hug, he laughs defeatedly and holds you back. 

“Oh, I absolutely can’t wait to go! You’re the best, Hyoma!” You gush at him, and Chigiri swears that if you were a dog, your tail would be broken from how hard it would be wagging.

He grins coyly, happy to be able to monopolize your attention like this. “Mhm. I sure hope I am.”

YUKIMIYA KENYU!

pressing foreheads together!

Life is never easy, and you know that Yukimiya navigates all sorts of pressures constantly in his life. The demands of his professional life weren't like the same responsibilities that other kids his age had: not only was he a soccer player in the making, but he was also a model on the side! You did your best to be a stable but caring lover for him, and whenever he needed a breath of fresh air, you’d be there for him. But that doesn’t mean you two can’t have your own shenanigans from time to time, and Yukimiya often tries to steal a kiss or two during these intimate moments together. He might claim to be a pacifist on the playing field nor is he as flashy as some of his peers, but Yukimiya’s still a passionate man. There’s nothing that makes him feel more proud and smug at the same time than seeing you get flustered and knowing that he’s the only person that can have this kind of effect on you. 

Yukimiya’s wavy hair had always caught your eye, whether it be bouncing with each step of his walk or soft curls decorating the top of his pillow when you woke up before him in the mornings. Either way, whenever he was close to you, you wanted nothing more than to reach out and to touch it, stroking his delicate hair and soaking up Yukimiya’s attention.

“You’re staring so intently at me, love.” His voice shatters your attention, and you give a small squeak when he draws close, quickly closing the gap between your bodies. He slings his arms around you, trapping you in a net of limbs and frantic heartbeats. “Is there something you want?”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine at the hushed tone of his voice, with Yukimiya whispering to you like the way only a lover would. His eyes were warm but sharp, like a man waiting to pounce, looking for an opening that he could dig into.

Your breath hitches when he leans his head in, and your foreheads touch. Even though it was just a little bit of skin-to-skin contact, it feels electric. Your lips part habitually, and you want nothing more than for Yukimiya to lean in all the way and to capture you with a slow kiss.

You swallow, and your voice trembles just a hint. “You. I want you, Kenyu.”

“Yeah? Is it me you want?” He chuckles darkly, and he lifts a hand to brush his thumb over your cheek. Without another word, his lips are on top of yours, and you melt fully under his touch. He holds you close, and he kisses you with his whole heart, matching your desire for him with affection of his own. Your chest is pressed up against his, and his heartbeat matches up to yours, beating in conjunction and intertwining with you. 

Your head spins, dizzy and intoxicated off of the kiss, but you don’t want to ever pull away. You’re sure Yukimiya feels the same with how greedily his mouth moves against yours.

Yukimiya wouldn’t trade you for the world. Not when he can have you perfectly, lovingly, and wantonly as he does. 

ITOSHI SAE!

a kiss pressed to the neck!

Sae still sometimes has yet to learn to appreciate the finer things in life. He’s only ever known soccer his entire life, and that’s cost him many valuable things. Now that’s a little bit older, had a little bit more time to reflect, a little bit more regretful than he once was, Sae’s teaching himself how to properly cherish the things and the people he holds close. He’s eternally grateful that you’ve stayed with him through thick and thin, and even though he’s not the best at expressing his emotions verbally, it’s through the small gestures that he shows his true heart. It can be anything from making sure he eats his meals with you when his schedule allows it all the way to asking you to wear his jersey when you come to support him at his games. But his favorite has to be sneaking kisses onto your body, his lips molding themselves to the gentle curves of your neck and shoulders, his soft touch electrifying with all the untold promises of his love towards you.

“Don’t you have practice today?” Your voice reminds Sae of the wind chimes he’d pass by during his time in Spain. Your grumpy boyfriend slides his arms around your waist and leans on your shoulder, and you scoot over on the couch to make room for him. Despite him acting like a high and mighty better-than-thou prodigy on the field, you know him better for his clingy and insatiable behavior once the two of you are in private.

He pouts slightly, only loosening his expression up when he can feel your fingers combing through his unkempt red hair. He blinks slowly as if he were a cat, and his piercing teal eyes trace over your silhouette before landing on your eyes. “It got canceled. Some maintenance issues. Nothing any of us need to worry about.”

Sae can feel you grin and shift to adjust to his presence as you make yourself comfortable again, your attention torn between the TV show you had been watching and him appearing out of nowhere. Truth be told, he wants to monopolize your attention quite a bit, more than what you’re giving him right now. But he’d rather eat mud than admit it out loud, so when you go back to immersing yourself in whatever reality TV drama you’re engrossed in, Sae begins upping his antics bit by bit.

At first, it’s just him holding your hand and maybe rubbing his thumb over the back of your knuckles. But then it turns to him burying his face into the crook of your neck, huffing slightly when you don’t turn to face him. It looks like being subtle won’t do the trick for him anymore, and only then does Sae look for an exposed patch of skin on your neck before leaning in. His breath fans out against your body before he parts his lips, and he presses his mouth against your neck. His sharp teeth ghost over what feels like your pulse, and you gasp, immediately sitting up straight and turning directly towards him.

“Sae!” Your eyes are blown open wide, and only then does Sae allow himself a coy smile. “What’s gotten into you?”

There we go. Much better. He’s far more happy now that your undivided attention is on him. 

MICHAEL KAISER!

smirking in a way that suggests more!

It’s downright unfair that Kaiser gets to walk around looking like that. The common phrase ‘God must have favorites’ feels true when it comes to him. Not only does he have a blooming career as a professional athlete, he’s also immensely popular and handsome to boot. And the cherry on top has to be the fact that he knows all of this. Kaiser is more than aware of how much of a coveted man he is, and now that you’ve stolen away his heart, he’s going to use every weapon in his arsenal to try and charm you. There’s nothing he wants to see more than to get you flustered and at his mercy: a perfectly smitten darling for him to pamper and to be spoiled by to his selfish heart’s content. He doesn’t care if it involves embarrassing you or coming across as desperate; the moment Kaiser sets his sights on something or someone, he’s doing whatever it takes until he emerges victorious.

You wish Kaiser had been born with a little more shame in his body. For the most part, you’ve gotten used to your boyfriend’s flamboyant and standoffish behavior when his soccer skills were involved (it wasn’t like you wanted to get in between his spats against other professional players either), but when it came to his shameless flirting with you, there were times when all you wanted was for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You find yourself wondering why exactly you were even attracted to such a man to begin with, but Kaiser is more than happy to remind you of his charms all over again.

“Darling,” he coos lovingly. He only ever uses that seductive tone of voice when he wants your attention, which is more or less all the time whenever you’re on his mind. A tattooed arm slinks around your waist and pulls you closer to him, and he presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “I’m feeling peckish. Entertain me.”

“What am I, your personal jester?” You grumble, shaking your head. “Don’t you have clips to analyze? Or you can always go to the gym for a bit, if you really have nothing to do-”

“-No, no, I’m not feeling that kind of peckish.” His hands wander to your stomach, sliding down and toying with the hem of your shirt. The remainder of your words die on the tip of your tongue as realization flits across your mind, and heat instantly flares up in your cheeks. You squirm in his grasp, managing to turn yourself around to face him. You’re determined to scold him when he intercepts you by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, the boy sighing happily when he can feel your soft mouth against his.

He pulls away and whispers just so that you can hear, “It’s a kind of boredom only you can take care of. Won’t you be good and take care of me, darling?”

Your mouth is dry as his eyelids lower slightly, and he bats his eyelashes at you tantalizingly. His striking blue eyes are alluring as always, inviting you to close the gap in between the two of you and to give yourself to him for the time being. You hate how downright sultry his eyes are at times, but you hate how helpless you are against him even more.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Kaiser promises, leaning in so that his face is just a mere breath away from yours. “How does that sound?”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #chigiri hyoma #yukimiya kenyu #itoshi sae #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing

[illicitlimerence-writes]

karting queen | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.9k words request: yes by anon: “can i request an imagine where charles and reader are taking their daughter karting and charles gets all emotional when he sees his little princess in the podium” warnings: kids! maybe language. not proofread! this is part of the 'magic hour' series!! so pls read those before reading this one a/n: i’m so sorry i’ve been missing!!!!!! last week i went away on a trip (my first time on a plane!) and had no time to write, but i promise i’ve been writing every change i get<33

my masterlist / part one / part two / part three / part four

“diane, we need to leave now!”

“i can’t find my helmet!” 

“did you check inside your closet?” you raised an eyebrow, hearing her footsteps running around her bedroom.

“it’s not here!” she replied, you sighed, walking to the living room, after a few seconds of scanning the room you shook your head. “i left it on my desk,” she said once she walked down the stairs, zipping up her racing suit. you always told her she could change when you arrived at the track, but she liked leaving the house ready.

“trophy room?” you suggested, throwing an arm over her shoulders, you leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “maybe you can use another one, just this once,” you told her as you walked to charles’ study, also known as ‘trophy room’ as it was the place where he kept his most beloved helmets, trophies, and other important items. she shook her head, you ran your fingers through her hair. “huh,” you frowned as you didn’t spot it there either. just then, a loud thud came from upstairs. 

“he’s dead.” she declared, narrowing her eyes. “i’ll kill him-”

“you’re the one who wanted a baby brother,” you reminded her, watching your seven-year-old little teenager run towards her brother’s room. you went after her, arriving just in time to see your two-year-old boy, jules, push the visor up. he was wearing diane’s helmet, one she’d designed herself, the colors matching the suit she wore. 

“di!” he smiled, “race you,”

“why does he have to be so cute?” she grunted, her annoyance disappearing at her brother’s toothy grin. 

“now you know what it’s like for your dad and i,” you smiled as diane walked to jules and sat next to him, hugging the little boy. 

-

after a car ride to the track, diane helped you with jules, holding his hand as you carried her kart.

normally you’d have charles by your side, helping you, but he was away at the time, so it was just the three of you. he was bummed he had to miss diane’s first (unofficial) race. the girls she’d be competing against were all girls you met throughout the years, some did it for fun, and others, like diane herself, took it more seriously. 

“you ready, bub?” you asked her, finishing braiding her hair to get it away from her face. she nodded, handing you a plastic hair tie. “nervous?” she shook her head, “then why have you been so quiet?” you asked, placing your hands on her shoulders. 

“i wish daddy were here,” she sighed, from over her shoulder you saw her playing with her fingers.

“i know, sweets. i know he wants to be here as well,” you reminded her, kissing her cheek. “but we can call him tonight, and you can tell him how it went, how does that sound?”

“has he sent pictures of magic hour yet?” she asked. whenever charles left home, diane made him promise to send photos, so she knew he was thinking of her. 

“he has. i was going to show them last night, but you fell asleep before i had a chance to.” you smiled, grabbing your phone and searching for the pictures. one for each day he’d been away. four pictures. 

“where is he?” she asked.

“new york. you can see the statue of liberty… right there,” you pointed, zooming in on the photograph.

“he’s very far away,” she noticed.

“he is. but he’s coming back soon, you know that.”

“i know,” she did. however, no matter how much time passed, it still hurt that she couldn’t have her father present when she needed him the most.

“come on, now, we have to get everything ready.” you helped her stand up, giving her a quick hug. “you’re finished with your snacks, julie?” you asked the young boy, who was sipping from the juice you’d packed. “that’s my good boy. let’s go,” you grabbed his hand, the other one over diane’s shoulders as you walked to the track. 

-

diane sat on her kart, you could see her staring at the lights, waiting for them to go out. you held jules with one hand, the other one holding your phone so you could show charles the race when he arrived. jules was easily distracted by everything going on around him, so you were used to his head whipping around every few seconds. it was surprising when he started kicking his legs and moving his arms. 

“it’s almost time, julie,” you told him. “is that why you’re so excited? you like the sound, too?” you smiled, looking at your boy, but he was looking somewhere behind you. 

he let out a loud, excited scream. you smiled at the sound, turning around to see what had caused such a reaction.

of course.

charles was rushing to you with a big grin on his face, a relieved look in his eyes. 

“what are you doing here?” you asked, letting jules down, who ran to charles as soon as his tiny feet hit the ground.

“i thought i wouldn’t make it in time,” he sighed, his chest rising with each breath he took. he leaned down to grab jules, hugging him tight against himself, kissing all over his face, his head.

“you literally just made it,” you chuckled, extending your arms to wrap them around both of your boys. “why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” 

“it was a surprise. for all of you.” he smiled, kissing your cheek. you bit your lip, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“you’re unbelievable,” you told him, turning your head to the side, “it’s time,” you said, approaching the barriers. he stood next to you, with jules between the both of you, and took his phone out, ready to record everything. 

throughout the years you’d gotten used to all of charles’ reactions whilst watching a race. whether it was watching his younger brother, or his own daughter. he’d hiss, wince and flinch with every turn, he’d tap his fingers on whatever surface was in front of him, and mumble under his breath. 

“calm down. it’s karting.” you whispered.

“it’s her first race.” he widened his eyes, justifying his excitement. “and she’s gonna win,”

“she’s second,” you told him.

“she’s gonna win.” he declared. you smiled, turning your head back to the track. 

-

and she won. diane was so excited when she jumped out of her kart. she ran to her friends, hugging all of them, the girls formed a big circle around diane. once all the girls went to their parents, you approached diane, with jules in your arms.

“you were amazing, baby!” you smiled, letting her run to you and wrap her arms around you, her face hidden in your stomach.

“good di!” jules smiled, too.

“thank you mommy. thank you julie,” she grinned, her cheeks a light pink, the baby hairs sticking to the side of her face from the sweat. 

“no hug for me?” charles asked, standing behind diane. of course he had to make a grand entrance. diane’s eyes widened once she recognized charles’ voice, she turned her head and ran to her father, who was crouching to be at eye level with her.

“you came!” she wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing the colorful helmet to the side. to get a better grip on him.

“of course i’m here. i wouldn’t miss this for anything,” he smiled, holding his little girl close to himself. “you were amazing. i knew you could do it, my sweet girl.” 

“i was thinking about everything you’ve told me! to keep my head down so i could go faster, and be aware of things around me, and-” she rambled on, her words almost incoherent, the shine in her eyes was equal to the one in charles’ own. 

“i know, i noticed. you’re going to be a great racer, you already are.” he said, holding her face in his hands, “the best.”

“because i have you with me!” diane smiled, “and you are the best, too!” 

watching the two of them hug was a sight that you could never get tired of. 

“diane! come look at this!” one of the girls called for her, and your girl turned around, seeing a podium set up for them. although, instead of the usual three steps, there were ten. one for each girl that raced that evening. 

diane ran to her friends, and they all started talking and pointing at it, you walked to charles sliding your free arm around his waist. 

“we didn’t set this up,” you raised an eyebrow, charles’ knowing smile was enough answer for you. 

“just a little something for our little champion and her friends,” he said, taking jules from your arms and hugging him close.

“you can’t do this every time she wins. or loses,” you reminded him.

“i know. but it’s her first race. i had to do something special.” he threw an arm over your shoulders. you placed your head on his shoulder, watching as all the girls stepped up on their spots. when it was time for diane to rush to the top step, you pulled out your phone and started recording. 

the other girls cheered loudly for her, just like they’d done for the others. jules clapped, kicking his legs as his sister lifted a trophy. you also yelled and cheered, a big smile on your face. turning to your side, you noticed that charles was very quiet.

“charles,” you whispered, a soft look in your eyes as you watched the tears welling up in his eyes.

“i know. i’m overreacting, but i-”

“hey, no, it’s okay. trust me, i’m trying to keep composure,” you chuckled, watching all the girls hug each other.

“that’s our little champion,” he whispered, moving his head to kiss your forehead. “i can’t wait to see what her future holds,”

“let’s just focus on the present, yeah? the future can wait.”

“yeah. right now i just want to hold her and tell her how proud i am,”

“she already knows that,” you reminded him.

“still,” he shrugged. “and you, little jules, you already know what you want to be when you grow up?” he asked his youngest child.

“yeah! ‘tronaut!” 

“an astronaut?” you asked, “that sounds amazing, baby,”

“mommy! mommy, daddy! look,” diane ran towards you, pointing at the sky. “it’s time!” she jumped up and down, “magic hour!”

“magic hour!” jules repeated, kicking his legs to be set down. diane grabbed his hand and they both ran towards the podium, which had the perfect background.

“do you think she’ll ever get tired of magic hour?” charles asked.

“no. she always stares at it desperately when you’re away. and feels relieved when you’re back, the first day especially, she looks at the sunset like it’s the reason you’re back.” you said, smiling. 

“we’ve got two great kids in our hands,” he smiled, looking at both of your kids standing on the tallest step, the sunset behind them. the magic hour witnessing another family reunion.

“we do,” you nodded.

“dad, mom, you’re gonna miss it, hurry up!” diane demanded, skipping from one foot to the other.

“i love that we’ve taught our children to have faith in the magic of this world,” he kissed your cheek.

“that’s the only way to live. finding the beauty in the most simple things. luckily, with you by my side, that’s easy to do.”

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[nicolesainz]

I miss you, I’m sorry (MM 19)

Mason Mount x f!reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, and as usual, fluff

Summary: Mason & you, have been best friends since the very first second. Although the bond wants to be broken by his girlfriend, who tries everything to achieve so (4.3k words)

I never thought one would be capable of holding on their heart that big amount of love for someone else. Especially one, who has already handed their heart to another. But you still are determined to give them your heart no matter the way.

Mason and I have known each other from the very first second we came into this world. His mother and mine, being lifelong best friends and giving birth, a month apart on the same date. We have been inseparable. The bond out mothers have passed into us and we have been the ‘trouble’ duo ever since.

Together in kindergarten and all the way from first graders to seniors. To our disadvantage, Mason had to leave England, as he was a lone to Vitesse in the Netherlands. They were the toughest months away from him. Whenever I could and had the money to do so, I visited him and watched all his games.

“Don’t waste your money on me, love” he would always say but secretly, he enjoyed me being there. He was lonely and I could tell.

“I always prefer to have you around than anyone else” he would say after our lengthy hug.

When he came back, everything was better, for the most part. We would see each other, but not always. My daily visits to his house or his to mine, became frequent to non-existent.

We would only meet at family gatherings and I kept my distance at every moment, mostly hanging with Lewis, Jaz or Declan. After he came back from Holland, he brought along a girlfriend, Chloe.

She seemed really sweet and kind, towards everyone. But apparently, I was her ‘substitute’, keeping her ‘seat’ warm.

That was the first honest thing she said to me. And the last ever.

I didn’t want to be an intruder so I took a step back and became a watcher of Mason’s life, instead of a part. Even though he would always text, call and give me box tickets for the Chelsea games, I turned them down.

I secretly went to the games, but in an attire, and under a fake name, away from the box, so I wouldn’t be noticeable. I would cheer silently and then leave immediately.

During the match with Norwich, which was Mason’s absolute stunner, having scored a hat trick, I was noticed by Lewis, who afterwards texted me.

“You shouldn’t have to do that. We’d tell we invited you.”

I would also get frequent questions by Jaz, Declan and Reece, as to why I didn’t attend the games, when the only one who knew the truth was Lewis.

“Either he’s blind, or she’s put him under a spell. I can’t tell you anything else”

Declan told me from the other line of the phone. 2020 had welcomed us with the virus and we were all isolated, unable to visit or come in contact.

“He says you’ve been dodging his calls and texts. You even unfollowed him on Instagram. What happened to the ‘trouble’ duo?”

“The only trouble apparently is me and to their relationship. That’s why I’ve been on hiatus. If I even dare to text him a ‘hello’, I’d be found dead the next minute”

“I want my old gang back. I don’t like this. Mason barely gives me attention! We went to vacation before the pandemic hit and even Lauren noticed that something was off”

“If she wasn’t attached to his hip, we would have arranged a secret meet up”

“I’ll do it and I don’t give a penny what she-“

“Who are you talking to?” Mason’s voice echoed across the line, silencing both me and Declan. It has been ages since I last heard his voice. I miss him, like crazy.

“Uh-no one. Just booking a table”

Declan’s phone was on his hand, visible to who he was talking to. Obviously I wasn’t aware of that, unable to react.

“Wait, that’s-“ and I immediately shut the line.

I threw my phone away and muffled my tears on my pillow. Under other circumstances, I would have Mason by my side, laughing our hearts out, feeling comfortable and at home.

Now, I’m alone, with my only company being Netflix and my bathtub. Mason’s existence was something unreachable and forbidden and forgotten.

Mason’s POV

“What the fuck Dec? Why were you taking to Y/N? What’s going on?” I was furious! How could she call him but ignore my texts?

“You know this isn’t my doing! Don’t blame me, mate” He rolled his eyes and he got up from the couch and stuffed his phone in his back pocket.

“Whose is? I surely don’t remember offending her or -“ I got interrupted abruptly by Declan when he said,

“You’re that blind, aren’t you?” He raised his voice and was at the point of opening the front door.

“What am I too blind to see? That she’s the one who’s been avoiding me ever since I came back from Holland!” I grab his arm and push the door shut!

“That this is all Chloe’s doing!” He lets out without blinking and looking directly into my eyes.

“What? That’s impossible. They barely talk. I mean, sure, Chloe would get jealous, but she would never be the reason Y/N is distant” How could he blame Chloe? And why is he?

“As you said, they barely talk. And when they do, Chloe does it all, because she’s trash talking the woman who’s been by your side since day fucking one! Who has spent all her pocket money to come and see you play in another country! Who was off-limits to me when I told you that she is cute back in eleventh grade! Who looks at you as if you’re the only man in the room! Who would do anything for you”

Declan’s words were like a thousand cuts covering my entire body and heart. Like sharpened knifed attacking me for my mistakes that, indeed, I was too blind to see.

What if this actually was all Chloe’s doing and I didn’t want to admit it.

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. This was very wild and hard to swallow. Did my own girlfriend want to tear me apart from my lifelong best friend? From the woman that I’d risk it all? From the woman who was the reason I didn’t want to leave England for The Netherlands?

“Talk to her. Reach out to her. She’s been hurting and you don’t even notice. It’s your call mate. I’m sorry I can’t help much. It a decision you have to make” Declan grabbed me by my shoulders and try to reason me. And he was right. I should do something.

A few hours after Declan left, I heard keys unlocking the front door and non-stop talking from Chloe. I think it’s time.

“Okay, gotta go. I’m back home. Kisses” she said hanging up to whoever she was talking with. I put down my controller and moved towards her.

“Hey baby. How was your day?” She went to kiss me but I simply held her hands back and moved my head towards the other direction.

“Are you sick? Is everything okay?” She asks, with her eyebrow being raised at me.

“No. I’m fine. What about you?” I reply bluntly, removing myself from her embrace.

“No! Something’s wrong. You usually won’t get off me. Or leave me like this. Got something to tell me?” She bites back at my answer.

“Maybe you’ve got something to tell me. Something that you’ve been keeping or doing behind my back for years!” I raise my voice, more than I should.

“You’re crazy Mase. I don’t know what to say. I’ve been doing nothing! Who told you so?” She drops her bag from her hand and crosses her arms.

“I won’t tell you shit, unless you give me a good reason as to why Y/N has distanced herself the past 2 years and I barely see her!” The moment I say those words, guilt instantly takes over me. I’ve been at fault too. I barely reach out to her.

“You’re not serious, are you? What do I have to do with her problem? It’s not my fault she’s jealous of us. I think it’s basic politeness rule not to interfere with one’s relationship”

“I think you’re not the serious one, Chloe! She doesn’t come to my games. Never replies my calls or texts. Only talks to my teammates or Declan. Is only around Jaz or Lewis when we have family gatherings and you never bother greeting her, nor being nice. And whenever you approach her, she ends up alone, shutting herself”

And once I realize that all this has been happening in front of my eyes, I instantly regret not having act quicker and more smartly. Because if I had, lots of this could have been avoided and our lives would have been completely different.

“You’re blaming me, because she’s a loner and only hangs out with your friends, just to find someone to spend the night?”

I wanted to throw up at the thought of Y/N, being with another man, who could give her less than she deserves. And I felt ashamed to be with a woman who characterizes my best friend as merely a hooker.

“We’re done! You’ve crossed the line, Chloe. I can’t do this anymore. I would never think that you’d be capable of doing so to someone who has never hurt you in any way! And I can’t be with someone who offends my best friend like that”

In any other occasion, I would have felt bad or my heart slowly cracking. Right now, I feel nothing. I feel empty and with no emotion coming out of me in any way.

“If you wanna break up, because of her, fine. Go fuck her. Let’s see how much of a success you’ll have after you’ll find one of your buddies under her sheets”

I swallowed hardly and went back to the room to pick up my stuff, which thankfully weren’t a lot to gather. I left my keys to her couch and left. I couldn’t bare being next to her another moment after what she’s said and done.

“Maybe she’ll love me more than you ever did. Maybe she’ll appreciate me more. Maybe she won’t judge me after every bad perforce and just comfort me instead of ignore me. And when she does, I’ll know, if made the right choice”

I say and shut the door behind me. I pick up my phone and scroll to my contacts until I find Y/N’s name. When I do, I click on it immediately.

“Can we please meet? I need to see you!” I type but if I said it in front of her, I’d have a more pleasing look in my eyes and voice.

My heart was beating very fast. Waiting for her response. In the meantime, I ask Kai if I can stay at his house for the night. Thankfully, neither him or Sophia had a problem with it.

“Care to share what happened between you and Chloe?” Sophia asks me as she takes the bag from my hands

“Soph, don’t be nosy. He’ll tell us himself” Kai said as he closed the door.

“It’s okay. I would have told you one way or another, it being the reason why I’m here. And thank you for letting me stay. I’ll be out of your way in the morning” I thank my friends for their gratitude and help.

“You’re always welcome, Mase. More people for Kai to play FIFA with, so he doesn’t get annoyed with me when I’m losing”

“That’s not-Hey! I don’t get annoyed. Don’t be mean. And of course, mate, you’re welcome to stay for as long as you want”

“Did she hurt you? Can we help anyhow?” Sophia softly rubs my arm as she takes a seat in front of me and Kai next to me.

“Has Y/N, told you anything as to why she’s been distant from me?”

Both of them went silent. Sophia lowered her head and Kai was trying to form a sentence through his mumbling.

“So everyone saw, besides me? I’m such a fucking idiot” I facepalm myself and shove my face in my hands.

“Don’t say that Mason. It wasn’t your fault. She’s the one who made Y/N feel bad for being around you and wanted to get rid of her in any possible way”

“Who could have imagined that their girlfriend would plan such a scheme because she was possessive?” Kai points out and Sophia nods agreeing.

“Has Y/N said anything about me the past few months or even at all?” My attention turns to Sophia, who surely knows more than Kai at the moment.

I needed to know what Y/N’s feelings were towards me. I wanted to apologize for everything that had happen and change the way of things. I wanted a fresh start and I wanted her by my side again.

“She has eyes for no one but you. Convincing her to do otherwise was a lost case. She loves you more than anyone. And she was willing to let Chloe hurt her, if she could still love you from distance”

I was playing with fire all this time. I should have said something when my heart had her name carved on it, before someone else stepped on it.

My phone buzzed on my jeans out of nowhere. I take it in my hand and I start shaking as I see that Y/N has replied to my text.

“I don’t think we should Mason. It’s kinda difficult”

My heart sinks at the message and I drop my phone on the table, throwing my head back.

“I’ve bottled this. I had since the first moment. I should have told her I love her before I left for Vitesse but it would have complicated things. Fucking idiot”

“Do you want us to talk to her? Maybe arrange something without her knowing you’ll be there?” Kai looks at Sophia, knowing that she’ll convince Y/N to meet with them.

“She will hate me. She probably won’t talk to me ever again if things go south. But I want both of you to be happy. And I know that if you two are together, you can be the happiest version of yourselves” she replies, grabbing her phone from the kitchen and calling Y/N’s number.

The moment I hear her voice, a tear escapes my eye and my heart cracks slowly. What had I done?

“Hey Soph. Everything okay?”

“Yes babe. Can I ask a favor though?”

“Sure. Anything you want!”

“Can you come over? Is it too late?”

“Uh no. It’s fine. Are you sure nothing happened?”

“Y/N, come save me please. She’s making me pick dress for your next get-out. Too many outfits are on the bed” Kai makes the situation more convincing, as Sophia doesn’t know what excuse to use.

“Oh stop whining Kai. I’ll come. Give me 20 minutes and I’ll be over. Do you want me to bring anything?”

“No, love! Just your help. Thank you immensely!” Sophia gulps hardly, hating for lying to her friend.

“No problem. See you soon” and Y/N hangs up.

“I owe you Soph! Whatever you want. And you too buddy”

“I just want you two together. I’ll be happy with just that” the woman pats me softly on the back.

As time went by, I became more and more anxious. I didn’t know how she would react. What she would say. Would she be mad? Angry? Sad? Disappointed?

My stomach was tied up and I was nauseous. I didn’t want to mess things up again. She was deserving of the best and if I didn’t give that to her, someone surely would. And I’ll be standing there, looking at how happy she is with someone who isn’t me. With someone who can also hurt her. But I hurt her too. So it’s selfish of me to think so.

I remember when she had come at one of my last games for Vitesse, before transferring to the senior Chelsea team. I was beyond happy, and had even scored two goals. Probably one of my favorite nights ever.

FLASHBACK

“AND MASON MOUNT SCORES WITH THE CROWD GOING ABSOLUTELY WILD FOR HIM. WHAT A BALLER!” Y/N imitates the commentators and what could have been my first goal for Chelsea at the senior team.

I applause her and she bows gracefully as she lands back next to me on the couch. She seems so radiant and happy. And I couldn’t be more thankful for her.

“You know, you should really be a pundit, or a commentator. I heard Sky Sports are looking for one”

“No. I’m fine where I am. Plus, I like being a personal commentator. Not for the public!”

“Oh. So I get to enjoy you all to myself? Those amazing commentating skills?”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Mount. But yes, you do. Be proud of that”

“I am. I’ll cherish that for as long as possible”

“Don’t worry. You’ll hear me commenting for the rest of your life. I’m not going anywhere”

“I damn hope you aren’t. If you won’t allow the public to appreciate your skills, at least let me”

“That’s what I plan on doing. Whether you like it or not”

“I think you can tell from the expression on my face what I think”

“Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite person alive?”

“I’ll enjoy getting used to hear that too then”

“Oh shut up prima donna”

“You’re my favorite person to Y/N. And that will never change. No one can ever take your place”

“Glad to hear we’re on the same page. Because no one will never take your spot. And I will never allow them too”

That was when I realized I love her. And I shouldn’t have let her slip my hand. I don’t usually regret things in life. But I did on this occasion.

END OF FLASHBACK

The doorbell rings and my heart stops beating. Shit, she’s here. And I feel as if I’m being drowned in my own feelings and overwhelmingness. What is this?

This is love, you dipshit.

“Ready Mase?” Sophia says with a trembling voice as her hand reaches for the knob of the door.

“As I’ll ever be” I reply and the door opens with a bright looking Y/N, showing up, beautiful as ever. I may not had seen her in months but I could never forget how breathtaking she’s always been.

“Hey guys. I’m here to help” her sentence finishes as soon as it starts when her eyes fall on me. She stops on her tracks and words don’t dare come out of her mouth.

Fear takes over my body and I instantly regret everything. We wouldn’t have been in this situation if it wasn’t for my stupidity.

“I think I should-uh-call you later. It seems like you’ve got company. I won’t bother“ Sophia stops her mid sentence and grabs her arm before she could turn back.

“Give him a chance. And if nothing changes, he will be gone. Just let him explain. He’s here for you” the German woman whispers even though she’s audible enough to my ears.

“Explain what? He’s getting married? Leaving again? What do I have to do with him?” I know ‘him’ is just a subject of a sentence but it tasted very bitter, being called just that and not Mase or Mason.

“He wants to apologize. And say something that has been haunting him for ages, that he probably should have said ages ago”

“Does Chloe know he’s here or will I-“

“Let him explain this one too”

Kai looks at me sympathetically and pats me in the back as he takes Sophia’s hand after hugging Y/N and greeting her. Now, I’m left alone in a room with Y/N after god knows how long.

Y/N’s POV

“Hi Mase” is all I manage to say. My effort sucks but I’m not the one who’s supposed to do the talking now.

“How have you been?” He replies, standing up and coming a bit closer to me. I feel my palms getting sweatier as he takes a step.

“Things have been good. You know how isolation works. Uh-what about-“ I couldn’t finish what I wanted to say when he interrupted me

“I asked about you, Y/N. Tell me how you are!” He sounded demanding but not in a mean way. More like a concerning one.

“If I say good, that will be a lie” I lower my head, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“And I know that this is my fault” he admits with a broken voice, wanting to take my hands into his but me slowly removing them.

He doesn’t let me go, holding me even more firmly. I hadn’t felt the warmth of his touch in god knows how long. There was a nostalgic feeling surrounding the moment.

“I’ve let you slip away enough. I don’t wanna repeat this mistake” Mason says, placing his free fingers under my chin and raising my head to face him.

Tears have covered my eyes and I can feel them pooling my shirt and cheeks. This isn’t what I expected on a Wednesday night.

“It’s not your fault Mason. I understand her place” I bitterly say hating her even more than I already do.

“You don’t have to anymore. And you never should have. Hell, I shouldn’t have let this happen!” He raises his voice, which makes me tremble.

“You couldn’t have known. You’re not to blame here Mase” I can’t really blame him, even though that’s all I want to do. Because I never took action either.

“No, Y/N, I should have known. I should have been aware that my favorite person in this entire world is hurting. That my favorite person was distancing herself and i would slowly lose my reason for smiling everyday”

His face comes closer to mine and I can feel my knees going weaker and weaker as seconds come and go.

“I loved you Mase. I still do. I forced myself to stop, but it was an impossible task. My heart didn’t want to let you go. I believed that this pain would eventually lead somewhere, so I kept letting it take over me. Even though at moments I felt like this was a lost cause” the words slipping off my mouth, surely have been spoken by my heart and not brain. It was what I had been bottling all those years.

“I hated not coming to your games properly and having to hide in the crowd, wearing odd like clothes so Chloe wouldn’t recognize me. I hated coming to the family gatherings and not being able to even come near you, or say a simple ‘hello’. I hated that she could kiss and hug you every day and night, without realizing there’s a dropper meaning behind this!”

MASON’s POV

My heart was slowly shattering as each of her words were like small tarts aiming for me. I had a barrier next to me this whole time, keeping away the most amazing woman everyone would die to have. And when I could have her, I decided not to.

“After my return, I wanted to so badly kiss you and tell you how much I love you. That night, the final one in Holland, I thought that I could never let you go. Because you’re the one for me. Because you’re the woman of my dreams. My lifelong partner in crime. But I thought this would destroy years of friendship and wonderful memories”

That’s when she finally breaks down. She can’t stop crying and falls into my arms, holding me as tight as ever. I had caused her so much pain, that I was willing to give her ever drop of my happiness so she could restore hers.

“Please kiss me. Tell me this isn’t a dream. Because if I am dream, I would hate to wake up to an empty bed. Hold me as if this is the last time we will ever see each other. Tell me that you love me. Because these have been the words that kept me going all this time” she mumbles into my neck and I quickly turn her head to face me one last time.

I bring my lips closer to hers, with a bright spark connecting them and suddenly the world stop spinning. I don’t think I’ve ever felt my heart beating so incredibly fast.

Her touch is so soft and precious that if I could never stop kissing her, it would be better than oxygen. I could spend my entire life hanging by her lips and I would be happier than ever. She doesn’t fall back. She doesn’t want to believe that this is reality, when it actually is.

We unfortunately break the kiss and a massive smile is plastered on each others lips. I had missed her smile so much. I had missed seeing this beautiful girl waking up next to me everyday after we had confessed everything to one another.

This was what true love feels like. What being love and love someone is. What being appreciated and desired is. And I was glad that only Y/N could give me this feeling.

“Promise me, that you will never leave again. And I promise you that I will give you the goddamn world if it means to cherish and keep you close to me forever. I will give you everything you deserve and so much more, Y/N. Because there’s no one else on this earth that deserves more than you”

“I have loved you since day one Mason. I was never willing to stop or disappear. And I promise to remind you everyday, how much I love you. How much you mean to me. How much I appreciate you”

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[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧

⧫ Characters: Chifuyu, Kazutora

⧫ Reader: female | AFAB

⧫ Wordcount: 2.0k

⧫ Summary: Your long time boyfriend Kazutora lives with you and his best friend after his time in prison and Chifuyu walks in on you two.

⧫ WARNINGS: Switch!reader, fingering, oral (m!and f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, Chifuyu and Kazutora making out and giving a handjob to the other

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

Chifuyu and you met each other while working at the same pet shop for a while and soon this work-friendship started to be a real one, being able to depend on each other and having fun. You two eventually became inseparable so Chifuyu decided to tell you about his past, knowing you will understand unlike other people he surrounded himself with.

Kazutora… you kept hearing this name throughout his stories and always wondered who exactly the man was. You didn't need to wonder long, soon getting the chance to tag along to visit him at prison at Chifuyus monthly visits but it was awkward, no words except a small hello was exchanged. „He’s always like that with new people“ Chifuyu explained on the way out and you shrugged „Can’t blame him after everything that happened… Can I join again next time?“ You asked curious, wanting to give the man behind bars a chance. The monthly visits soon became twice a month and not long after that you sat there every Saturday, even without Chifuyu as you developed some sort of friendship with Kazutora.

You two grew close over the years, he even confessed his feelings with a trembling voice as he prepared himself for the rejection that somehow never came. Instead you put your hand against the glass between the two of you „I will wait for you Tora. We will make this work, okay? I love you“ You confessed confidently, meaning every word you said as he grew speechless.

And you waited, you waited 2 more years until he was finally released and it was you who already waited on the outside of the building, jumping into his arms like you dreamed of so many times before. He was real, he was yours and you could finally hold him. His grip on you was like a vice but you didn't care, needing to hold him close as he buried his face in your neck with your hand on the back of his head for comfort. When he pulled away after some time had passed in your embrace he wiped his tears away with the sleeves of his shirt, giving you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. „I really want to kiss you now… Would you be o-“ he couldn’t even finish his question when your lips crashed onto his as your hands cupped his cheeks so desperately. „You don’t need to ask Tora… I’m all yours“ you reassured him loving, knowing that he didn't get much affection in the last few years and he only nodded in return, feeling foolish to have asked. Both of you were scared to move too fast for the other, suddenly feeling like a shy teenager all over again but it slowly got better when you drove back to your place which you shared with none other than Chifuyu.

“Welcome home” he greeted both of you, happy about his two best friends sharing an apartment with him, even if it's just until you two found something for yourself. Hugs and stories were exchanged all evening long, not even dinner stopped either of you to go on and it just felt so right, seeing Kazutora open up like he never has before. Yet, cuddling up to him while watching a movie together on the couch felt…weird, he barely dared to put his arm around your shoulders and Chifuyu grew visibly annoyed. “You two kept talking about this very day for YEARS. You should be all over each other” he pointed out irritated, making both of you feeling even more insecure than before.

The tension was thick during the whole movie, relieving everyone when the credits finally rolled and you jumped up to your feet “Well. I go to bed now… You just join whenever you're tired? Unless you don't want to…share a bed” You mumbled the last part but Kazutora shook his head, getting up as well with a timid smile “Let's go to bed then, Tiger” he hummed and said his good nights to Chifuyu who was weirded out by how odd you two behave.

“I can sleep on the couch if it's too much for you, i understand” You reassured him loving once the bedroom door was closed and his expression shifted to shock, shaking his head no “N-no that's not it. I’m just- I’m just scared to scare you away if i move too fast” he admitted, eyes on the ground now from how nervous he felt but they flickered up when he felt your warm palm rest against his cheek “Tora. I never was, nor will I ever be scared of you. If it's for me i would never let go of you again” You giggled and placed a soft peck on his lips, wiping away a stray tear on his cheek. “Are you sure? Please tell me if i go to far, yes?” He asked concerned, his eyes looking at you like a beaten puppy and no words were enough of an answer so you kissed him again to prove your point. This time Kazutora couldn't hold himself back, having dreamed of this very moment for so long, he just wanted you.

You pushed the desperate man back until he fell onto the bed, moving to straddle his hips to grind yourself against him so needy. All those years of waiting finally came to an end right here but he broke the kiss, a dark blush spreading all over his face „This is my… first“ he admitted which made you giggle, having figured already „I know Tora. Do you want us to stop?“ You asked curious, not wanting to push him further than he was ready for but the way he pulled you back into the kiss and bucked against you was answer enough. His hands were wandering from your sides up to your boobs, kneading them through the fabric of your sweatshirt you wore to bed but you decided to take it off, catching him off guard with the fact that you didn't wear a bra underneath. „So pretty“ he whispered in awe, instinctively caressing your pert nipples with his calloused thumbs which drew a soft moan out of you.

Moments later the two of you were completely undressed, Kazutora looking down at your bare folds, glistening with your arousal „Can you show me what you like?“ He asked shy, not wanting to mess anything up and leave you unsatisfied. Gently you guided his hand to your core and showed him just what you liked, panting when he curled his fingers inside of you, reaching deeper than you ever could with your own.

„Hey, have you guys seen- OH MY… SORRY“ a flustered Chifuyu stood in your shared room, bright red as he was too embarrassed to move, eyes fixed on your cunt on full display. Kazutora didn’t bother to cover you up, instead he looked at you with a small glint in his eyes „Would you want him to join? He could show me how to take care of you“ He mumbled insecure and Chifuyu just looked at you, silently wishing you would say yes. To his surprise you nodded „Hmm… sounds good to me, what about you Fuyu?“ you asked amused, having heard him moan your name before in the middle of the night through the thin walls. He didn’t need to be invited twice, pulling off his shirt already as he approached the both of you „You sure?“ he asked rather serious before daring to go any further but both of you agreed and he joined Kazutora between your thighs, whispering out curses before he moved down to kiss your thighs „Shit… dreamed of this so long“ he groaned against you while his face got closer to your core, giving it a long lick, followed by a moan. His tongue danced over your clit as Kazutoras fingers started to move again, completely captivated by how beautiful you looked like this. „Can you show me how to do that?“ He asked Chifuyu needy, wanting to make you moan so pretty from just his tongue too and Chifuyu pulled Kazutora against your cunt by his hair „Just do what feels right… Watch her reaction and do it again when she enjoys it“ he mumbled and dived back in to continue where he left off.

Feeling both of their tongues licking over your folds drove you crazy, having to grip onto the sheets in a desperate attempt to stay sane but your plan failed the second Chifuyu sucked on your clit. With a loud moan the orgasm rippled through your body, legs shaking as both slowed down only to let their tongues rub together right at your clit, pulling up as it escalated to a make out session between your thighs. You watched them for a while, playing with your hardened buds when you saw Kazutoras hand reach for Chifuys cock who bucked his hips into his friends hand once he wrapped it around, whimpering at the contact.

When you got tired of just watching you changed positions so you could kiss Kazutoras shoulder, lowering the kisses down to his length and wrapped your lips around his tip, bobbing your head at the same speed he was stroking his friend. His hips started to stutter shortly after, indicating that he’s close but you pulled away to tease him. „I need you. I need both of you, right now“ He whined out before moving to kiss you, leaving Chifuyu to pant as he fucked his friends hand. His moans started to become faster, feeling close to his release which you noticed with a grin „Look at the mess you make out of him Tora… Wanna be a good boy and let him cum?“ You cooed and he nodded eager, speeding up the pace of his fist but you pushed him down along with you „Tongue out, pretty boy“ You hummed and did the same, hearing a desperate whine from above you before his hot seed spilled on both of you, encouraging Kazutora to help you clean him up, taking turns to suck his tip while the other licked along the shaft until he had to pull away from the overstimulation.

Your boyfriends face was bright red from what just happened and how he enjoyed it, moving to suck soft marks on your neck. „Please let me cum too, Tiger“ he groaned in your ear and how could you say no to him? Carefully you climbed on his lap again and lined him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down on his impressive length which caused him to moan loudly. Your mouth opened in a silent scream at the way he hit all the right spots with every drag of your hips and Chifuyu used the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, kissing you passionately as you were riding Kazutora who was already close, moaning your name like a prayer. Shorty before he released you tore yourself away from Chifuyu to kiss Kazutoras neck „Cum with me Baby, so close“ you whimpered and he nodded desperately.

The pulsating of your plush walls around him as you came, triggered his high and he released his hot seed inside of you, trying to bury himself even further inside. You two were riding out your orgasm when Chifuyu pulled you down to cuddle up, still not believing this just happened but the way your heart was racing against his body and Kazutoras seed leaked out of you onto his thigh made him realize that he indeed just fucked both of his closest friends, a lazy smile on all of your faces. „I think we could do this again“ Kazutora mumbled shy as he cuddled up, his head resting on your boobs as he looked up „I love you Tiger… Thank you“ he whispered and you kissed the top of his head „I love you too Tora“ you mumbled back, giving Chifuyu a small smile as well.

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[hoodharlow]

No One Else

AN: I'm so sorry I haven't posted this. I was struggling with the beginning and cut a bunch of stuff bc I wasn't vibing. Anyways we get to see Jack work on No Enhancers 🤞🏻 and tyyy to @nattinatalia for the Oscar Isaac edit <3

Requested? 2 of my lovely anons sent in concepts that fit the chapter <3

Warnings: almost smut, brief tension/angst and mentions of vomit

Word Count: 3.8k words

Miriam hugged her Max Mara teddy coat tighter. She was outside in the private landing strip waiting for the jet to open. Jack and his team were in Berlin for one of his shows last night and they flew back to London earlier today because Jack is one of the honorees for GQ's Man of the Year awards. The ceremony was being held later in the evening. Miriam was in London because she was presenting her co-star, Oscar Isaac, at the GQ awards as he's also an honoree. 

In addition to that, Miriam was also in London for work. The show she was filming with her mom and Aaron Taylor-Johnson was going to have time jumps throughout the season, but they filmed everything from the past first in Atlanta then the 'present'. The present was taking place in London so that's why she was there with AaronTaylor-Johnson. Her mom's character was only needed for the 'past' scenes. The present is actually the ongoing investigation of her character's random death and the past were what led up to her mysteriously passing.

The private jet finally opened and Jack and his team came trailing behind. Miriam smiled seeing Jack thud down the steps, dick first, but her smile curved down when he walked past her. He turned around and scratched his head as he walked towards her.

"Oh shit I almost didn't recognize you with your new hair." He joked. 

"You're not funny." Miriam deadpanned. 

Her hair used to reach the middle of her back but she cut it for work and now it's up to her shoulders, but when she straightened it reached her shoulder blades. She was supposed to wear a wig to indicate the time jumps in the show, but the hair stylist couldn't get it to fit without making it obvious she was wearing a wig. So Miriam suggested that they just cut her actual hair to the length they wanted. Either way she was due for a trim because her ends were a mess. Now she rocked curls in a lob. 

"I'm just playing." He said, leaning down to kiss her, but she curved him. 

"What's your girlfriend gonna think?" She joked. 

"I don't know, what do you think?" Jack retorted. 

Miriam rolled her eyes in response. 

Jack laughed and pulled her into a deep kiss. He slipped his hands inside her coat and slid them down to her ass. He backed Miriam into the SUV. Jack wedged one of his legs in between hers and let her slowly rub herself against his gray sweats. Miriam stood on her tippy toes, pulling him closer. They slowly devoured each other, bodies melting into each other.

Urban cleared his throat dramatically, “You nasties saw each other a week ago fucking chill.” 

“I swear I heard the pornhub theme song the second y’all started dry humping each other.” Ace piped up behind them.

“You wish we were on pornhub.” Jack said, hugging Miriam from behind. 

“Whenever you guys are ready we can get back to the house.” Miriam said. 

“Yeah, me and Urb are staying at the hotel with the rest.” Ace said.

Urban nodded. “We would like to actually sleep and not hear you two go at all night.” 

“We’re not gonna go all night, just all afternoon.” Jack smirked. 

“I can’t stand you.” Miriam rolled her eyes then got in the car. 

Jack jogged to the sprinter van to let his managers know he and Miriam were leaving. They told him that they were getting picked up at seven. He got in the back seat of Miriam’s car and then Beto drove them back to her family’s house. 

They arrived half an hour later. Miriam led him inside the house. In the living room were the twins watching tv. 

“Shit let me get my noise canceling headphones.” Joseph joked, seeing Jack and Miriam walk passed them. “I want to sleep tonight.” 

“It was one time–” Miriam began but she was cut off by her older sister.

“No because these two snuck off to fuck and they were found in a broom closet because of Miriam’s loud ass moans.” she told her twin. 

Miriam rolled her eyes as her siblings imitated her and her sex sounds. She grabbed Jack’s wrist and tugged him upstairs. Her siblings always found ways to embarrass her in front of Jack. He found it endearing that her siblings liked him enough to include him in their banter and teases. 

“I’m gonna hop in the shower.” he said once they reached her room. 

Miriam nodded as she took off her coat and hung it on its hanger. She felt Jack’s eyes on her ass. She overslept and rushed to get ready to pick him up, so she threw on the first pair of leggings she found. What she realized later was that they were a pair of worn out leggings that looked like panty hose around her ass with how thin they got in that area. Thus revealing the bright pink thong she wore under.  

“Don’t start.” She warned him. 

“I haven’t said anything.” Jack said defensively. 

“But I know you.” Miriam eyed him. 

Jack didn’t respond. He went into her bathroom and showered. Fifteen minutes later, he came out with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. Miriam laid in her bed reading a book with her knees bent in only a t-shirt, giving Jack a peek of her thong. He put on some navy blue boxer-briefs. After he did his after shower routine, he climbed on top of Miriam and laid on her chest. He sighed contently and nuzzled his face into her breasts. 

Miriam bookmarked her book and set it aside. She brought her hand down and gently scratched Jack’s scalp. 

“Are you hungry?” She asked him. 

“Not right now. I wanna catch a quick nap.” He mumbled.  

“Okay.” She nodded. 

Miriam kept playing with his hair, eventually making her way down to his shoulders. She rubbed her thumbs into his shoulder blades, earning a moan from Jack. He was tense as fuck. 

“Get off.” she told him. 

“Why?” Jack frowned.

“You’re stiff as fuck.” 

“My dick isn’t even on you, how did you know?” He smirked.

 “No, bro, seriously, I can feel that you're tense. Are you good?” Miriam asked him softly. 

“I’m good.” He insisted, trying to shrug it off.

“Jack…” 

“Miriam…” 

When he started his tour, Jack had been working on his new album to pass the time. Ever since he performed at the Today Show he confessed to Miriam that he had been feeling overwhelmed and overworked, but at the same time it felt like he wasn't doing enough for him and how he had to keep pushing himself to keep the momentum going.

“Let's talk about it later, yeah?”

Miriam nodded, not wanting to pressure him. She got out from under him and grabbed a lotion. Taking advantage that Jack was still laying on his back, she straddled his ass. Miriam pumped a generous amount into her hand and smacked it down on Jack’s back. She rubbed all over his back then she applied more pressure onto him. She worked her fingers into his shoulder blades, making him groan. 

"Fuck, Miriam," he whined, "You're so good to me." 

"Can you lay on your back porfis?" She asked him.

"Yeah," he nodded.

She got off him allowing him to roll on his back. Jack patted her thigh and Miriam straddled him once more. She put some more lotion on her hand and rubbed his on his chest. 

Jack smiled to himself watching Miriam be so focused and diligent. She took her time massaging him. Once she was done with his body she moved up to his neck and face. 

"You're my favorite view." He said as he was eye level to her breasts. 

"You're annoying." She shook her head, smiling. 

"I was expecting a more sarcastic response." He 

"I wasn't in the mood to banter." She shrugged. 

"But you love my banter." Jack frowned playfully. 

"Who said that?" Miriam giggled. 

She looked down at his lips then back his blue eyes. She was about to pull back but Jack held her in place by her neck and claimed her lips. It was a slow kiss. She had one hand on his chest balancing herself as Jack moved his hand to cradle her face. His other hand tightly gripped her thigh. He moaned into her mouth, feeling her slowly rutted her hips against the very tall tent in his boxers. 

Miriam pulled away and sat, removing her baggy t-shirt. She cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a needy kiss. Jack pushed her down on the bed and continued kissing as Jack skillfully managed to pull her panties and pulled down his boxer-briefs, just enough to get his cock out. 

They were interrupted by a loud shriek and her bedroom door slamming shut.

"Miriam, if you're gonna fuck have the decency to close the fucking door." Joseph yelled through the door. 

*

"Hola Vogue, soy Miriam Dominguez and today I'm going to show y'all how I do a simple red carpet glam for tonight's GQ event." Miriam said into the tripod she set up in her large bathroom. 

She was filming a Vogue Beauty Secrets video. Originally she was going to do a video of her nighttime routine for when she got home after a long day of filming. But she procrastinated and now she was filming a grwm video. She was going to straighten her hair as well but the nap she and Jack took was longer than expected. 

Miriam caught herself in the bathroom's reflection. Her neck and some of her cleavage were marked up. 

She looked at the camera like she was in the office and said, "But first we're going to do a quick lesson on how to cover your hickies because my partner is part octopus." 

She pulled out her cream color kit. Miriam explained color theory and how complementary colors work in order to mute each other so foundation could cover what needed to be covered. 

"See, like nothing." She showed the camera. She was about to put it away but then she remembered that Jack’s neck looked like hers. 

Almost like he sensed she needed him, Jack walked in the bathroom with a matcha for her. He was wrapped up in a fluffy robe and had some gel patches under his eyes. When they woke up from their nap, Miriam noticed he had some dark circles from not properly resting. So she put some hydrating gel under eye patches on him so they could make him look more awake. She also put on a pimple patch on his forehead. 

"Sit," she motioned at the bidet. 

"I was joking when I said we should film a sex–" 

Miriam clamped her hand over his mouth. "I'm filming for Vogue." 

"Oh," he said softly. 

"Let me cover your hickies, so your manager doesn't beat my ass." She said. 

"I've seen you kickbox, you can take Neelam." He joked.  

Miriam rolled her eyes and got to work. She did the same technique she did on herself, but the only difference was that Jack's hickies were more pronounced because he had lighter skin than her. She also made a foundation base to go on top of his covered hickies that matched his skin tone. 

"All done." She said rinsing the pallette where she mixed her colors. 

Jack got up and inspected himself. He had no idea how Miriam managed to do that. His neck and collarbones were all one even shade. He wasn't even sure where Miriam marked him up. 

"You're fucking talented." He said, sitting back down on the Bidet. 

Miriam smiled and went on doing her makeup. She did a set by set process on how she prepared her face with sunscreen, toner, moisturizer and primer. Jack leaned against the sink and watched her in awe as she talked to the camera. He had no idea what she meant but he couldn’t stop staring. Miriam sighed, reaching for a clean makeup wipe. It was her fourth attempt at doing a cute eyeliner design. She wasn't good at eyeshadow so she mainly stuck to one color then did a fun design with eyeliner. 

"Am I distracting you?" Jack asked. 

"A little." She said, quietly. 

"I'll leave you to it then." He said. 

"No, it's fine." She waved him off. 

"I know you, bro. I gotta work on some stuff anyway." 

He got up and squeezed her hips as he passed through. 

Miriam smiled to herself then dabbed some more of the soft orchid liquid eyeshadow on her pallette and dipped her thin eyeliner brush over it. She went on talking about Halsey's brand, About Face, has some of her favorite colors to work with for eyeliner looks. She also talked about her look for the night. 

It was a vintage long black dress from Gianni Versace’s Fall-Winter 1994. It had the iconic gold-tone Medusa buttons going down the length of her dress. The back was held together with a long strip that went down the middle of her back kinda like overalls. Since the gold buttons were a lot Miriam was keeping her accessories to a minimum. Once she finished her makeup she thanked Vogue and went to her room so she could upload her video to the Vogue team so they could edit and post it in afew days. 

She found Jack sitting on her bay window with his MacBook and a notebook on his lap. She liked watching him in the zone. She just hoped that he wasn't pushing himself too much. She knew that he wanted to work on something new that felt more personal to him. She read a few lines that he showed her when she visited him on tour back in October and as a fan she was excited to see where he took his music this time around. 

"I can feel you starin'." Jack said, putting his things off to the side. 

"Damn, I can't admire my man." She said in a playful tone. 

"Knowing you, no." He said sarcastically. 

Miriam sat on his lap and ran her nail along the designs of his robe. It was them when noticed that she got them done. They were long and nude pink. 

"What are these called?" He said intertwining their fingers together. 

"Acrylic nails." She replied. 

"No smartass, the shape." 

"Oh," she giggled. "These are coffin shaped. Why do you ask?"

"Just wonderin'," he shrugged, looking down at his notebook.

•••

Miriam via Instagram Stories

•••

"Work husband?!" Jack confronted Miriam when she walked in the studio. 

Jack, Urban, Ace, and Nickie were at a friend's studio while Jack recorded some of his songs. Miriam had the day off from filming but she spent the day self taping for an audition. She finished that and went to Nandos to bring them food.

"Huh?" Miriam looked at Nickie, Ace, and Urban confused. 

"Bro, they're eating me up on Twitter." He said, passing her his phone. 

'Dating a bad bitch like Miriam Dominguez is not for the weak. Idk how Jack Harlow is dealing with this.' 'What if Miriam calling Oscar Isaac her work husband was Jack Harlow's 13th reason?' 'Jack Harlow and Oscar Isaac's wife are braver than any US Marine.' She read the tweets to herself. Evidently annoyed, she passed him back the phone. "I'll delete it damn. It was just a joke." 

"Bro I'm just kidding, why are you getting so worked up?" Jack asked in an irritated tone. 

"And that's our cue." Urban mumbled as he walked out of the room with Ace and Nickie trailed behind him, taking the food she brought them. 

"What's up? Like everything was good and then you brought down the vibes." Jack told Miriam. 

"Oh so my presence bothers you. Got it." She said, turning on her heel. 

"Miriam, that's not what I meant." He sighed. "Obviously something is up, and you're taking it out on me." 

"I'm fucking done." She said with her voice cracking at the end. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm so tired. I'm so fucking overwhelmed and…and…"

She didn't finish her sentence. She ran to the nearest trash can and threw up everything she had for breakfast which wasn't much to begin with. One of the tell-tale signs that Miriam was going to have a panic attack was that she threw up. Jack had seen her have her fair share and knew the drill. He knelt behind her and gathered her curls into an oddly shaped bun. He helped her out of her coat and rubbed her back whilst she vomited once more. 

"Let's go outside and get you some air." Jack said softly after a few minutes. 

Miriam nodded and stood up with his help. Jack draped her coat over her shoulders and took the trash bag out of the trash can. They made their way out to the parking lot. He sat her down on the curb while he went to throw away the bag in a large trash can. The guys were in the sprinter van eating so he went over to get some water, hand sanitizer, gum, and wet wipes for Miriam. 

"Here." He said, sitting next to her. 

Miriam took a generous sip of the water, swishing it in her mouth before spitting it out. She cleaned her mouth and hands then popped the gum in her mouth. 

"I'm sorry for blowing up in your face like that." She said quietly, resting her head on knee. 

"Can I ask what made you upset?" He asked, gently pulling her curls out of the bun he did. 

"I got my schedule for Poison Ivy. We start rehearsals on the 28th." She sighed. "I thought I was going to have a few weeks off to rest. But I don't even get a week off. We're scheduled to finish filming the show on the 23rd. I won't be able to fly home." She said before tearing up once more. 

"C'mere," Jack said, pulling her to his chest. 

"I'm so exhausted." She sighed defeatedly. "The show is draining. We're doing fifteen episodes and each one is somewhere between forty minutes to an hour long which is rare for a show on a streaming service."

"I'm sorry." 

"Jack, you have nothing to apologize for." 

"I know but part of me feels like I should." He said, making her snort. 

Miriam nuzzled against his chest. That was when she noticed he was only wearing a long sleeve. 

"Bro, why are you only wearing a long sleeve?! Let's get inside before you get sick and your manager beats my ass." She quickly got up and pulled Jack upright. 

"I'll be fine." 

"Inside now." She said sternly.

"Inside you? Out here? In the parking lot? Damn, you're a freak, Miriam." He smirked. 

"You're so unserious." She rolled her eyes. 

They went back inside. Surprisingly Miriam had an appetite and ate her food. While the guys went over the beat of a song where Jack talked about himself through different ages of his music career, she pulled out her sketchpad and worked on her designs. It was her design for the upcoming Met Gala. They announced the theme a few weeks ago at Paris Fashion week so she was getting a head start because she was making her own outfit. 

If Miriam were being honest, she didn't like the theme. Sure Karl Lagerfeld was iconic, but he'd done her mom and sister dirty. In the 90s he didn't believe that Isabela was the right look for Chanel. Then when Katalina started modeling he would take her out of runway shows at the last minute because she wasn't fitting the vibes for the show and then would get replaced with a white model. There were also some comments he made about women and diversity in fashion that just gave Miriam a bad taste in her mouth. It was also why she didn't own that many Chanel pieces. She didn't feel comfortable spending her money on someone who had those ideals. In addition to him, she stopped supporting brands like: Dior, Dolce and Gabbana, Carolina Herrera and Alexander Wang. 

She was invited to the Met Gala but she was planning on walking the red carpet. Though she was positive that what she had planned to wear would get her banned from future Met Galas by Anna Wintour, that wasn't going to stop her from doing what she was going to do. 

"Are you busy?" Jack asked, walking up to her. 

"No, what's up?" Miriam asked, closing her sketchpad. 

"Wanna do some backup vocals for me?" 

"You have to contact my manager for payment methods." 

"I got a few options but I don't think your mom would want to know what they are." He smirked. 

"Okay, jokes aside, my mom does need a contract or whatever y'all have to have on file." She said. 

"I'll have Chris send it to her." He reassured her. 

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

Jack pulled her to the soundboard. Miriam sat on one of the spinning chairs and listened attentively to Jack as he explained he wanted her to do a short freestyle at the end for the outro of the song. Truthfully, she was nervous. She's never done something like that. Sure she's quick with her comebacks, but this was different and she didn't want to disappoint Jack.

"Okay we're gonna play the song a few times so you can get a feel for it and when you're ready just go for it." Nickie told Miriam. 

"Okay," she nodded, giving him a toothless smile. 

Miriam made her way to the soundbooth. She removed her blue sweater vest and tossed it at Jack. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and put on the headset. She kicked her feet on the stool, waiting for the song to play. Within the first seconds, she knew it was the instrumental of the song he wrote for her over a year and a half ago. The lyrics were different from the original. She figured since he used part of the original lyrics in Lil Secret. 

She smiled to herself when Jack rapper 'and my baby she a natural.' It had more than one meaning. Of course the obvious was that Miriam has a natural body and she hadn't got any cosmetic surgery done. But the second meaning was something he would sometimes tell her when he'd catch her belting out ballads and be impressed at how effortlessly she would sing. 

At the mention of her nails, she looked down at hers. They were exactly like the ones he described in the song. They were her go-to design when she wanted to get her nails done but didn't want to commit to a color or design. 

She listened to the song a few more times and eventually she said, "I can't believe you said 'You know I make you laugh like no one else' as if my job isn't acting and I know to fake laugh. Hell, I even fake org–"

"That's good." He cut her off, making her cackle loudly. 

•••

@'mdm: in my pop girl era

@'jackharlow: relax, you're just doing backup vocals for me

-> @'jackfan: backup vocals?!?!?! Are we getting a new album

->@'fanofjack: bffr, when would he have time to make it?

->@'anotherjackfan: they're probably just messing around, they're both busy working

@'urbanwyatt: "urb take pictures of me like I know what I'm doing"

-> @'mdm: shushhhh

@'mackshipper: omg they're gonna pull a Big Sean and Jhené Aiko and make a joint album

->@'hater: as if Jack and Miriam had their talent

@'haileesteinfeld: obsessed <3

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[philialoving]

❝𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜𝐞𝐨!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: aodjj i was so hesitant about posting this istg

gojo’s steps are heard throughout the hallways of your company. he has only one goal in mind and it’s to get to you, his work-partner whom he is very in love with.

he finally stumbles on your secretary and eagerly asks her, “hey, where’s y/n?”

the secretary knowingly smiles, “in her office, sir; however, I would like to tell you that she has been in there for quite some time today.”

it wasn’t the first time he has visited you and every single time he had a different excuse. either “I wanted to discuss future plans!” or “I had some free time!”

gojo hums, nodding to her before walk to your office and knocking on your door, “y/n! your favorite ceo is here!”

he waits a moment before opening the door, “sweets, you there?”

then he halts in his steps.

you’re sleeping, deeply sleeping; you usually wake up from your naps whenever you hear the door open—you call it instinct but he calls it paranoia so you hit him.

he takes light steps towards you until he is right beside you. your hair is covering your face and his hand naturally tucks it behind your ear.

you look beautiful, he thinks.

“y/n,” he whispers and you stir lightly, making him chuckle.

he poked your cheek once: no reaction. twice: no reaction. thrice: he gets his finger bit.

“ow! is this what I get for trying to wake up as gently as I could?!”

you get up, grumbling, “no one wakes someone like that, mr. gojo.”

“hey now, don’t degrade me to mr. gojo once again,” he pouts and you simply roll your eyes.

“why are you here anyway?”

“I got worried about you and! I wanted to see you.”

you quirk an eyebrow, “playing with my feelings is getting you no where,” you look up, “what deal or idea did you want to discuss?”

you await a response but gojo is unmoving.

he looks down at you with a gaze as serious as the ones you see in your meeting room, “you think I am playing with you?”

you quirk an eyebrow, “are you not?”

a frown settles on his lips, “I mean, I don’t think a man playing with you would be so crazy for your attention, no?”

you stand up, “in this line of work, I can’t risk it; you know that,” you walk towards your book shelves, “I am responsible for so many things and I can’t have a romantic relationship make me forget that.”

“y/n, how long have we known each other?”

his eyes follow you and it makes you a little nervous so you fidget lightly with your fingers as you respond, “since we were kids.”

“I have loved you before any of us got rich or became ceos; how did you not notice?”

you turn your back to him, and he approaches, steps a bit cautious, “y/n, I love you—“

“don’t say that!” you snap.

his eyes widen, but he is silent as you look at him, “how am I supposed to believe you? and even if I did, what will happen then?”

“I will do my best to make you the happiest person ever,” he says, determination, unwavering.

“but, satoru…”

“give me a chance, just one,” he takes your hands into his own, “if I fail you then…you can do anything you want.”

“like?”

he shrugs, and for some reason, he can’t keep eye contact anymore, “maybe punch me or whatever.”

“can’t I do that now?” you say, a smile threatening to creep up.

he looks at you, narrowing his eyes, “you must think you’re so funny.”

you nod, proudly and satoru is just exasperated at this point. he nudges your shoulder, “so you going to give me a chance or will you be the one playing with my feelings?”

“fine, I guess,” you chuckle, and he has never beamed nor shone so brightly this quick.

he tackles you in a hug, “I won’t disappoint you, sweets!”

#✎…works #gojou satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo x y/n #gojo headcanons #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk imagines #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x you #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo x y/n #jujustu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x you

[solivagantingrebel]

MW3 SPOILERS

Drabble(?) Writing under the cut.

A letter from a dead man (to another) —

[Soap left a letter for Ghost, just in case the worst happened— and turns out, it did.]

To Simon Riley,

I guess saying I’m sorry is the best way to start things off here.

Don’t ask why I got the impulse to write this, alright? Last mission got me thinking a lot. It got me thinking about life, about you, about myself. Realising that I loved you, and you love me too, got me thinking even more. We could’ve died, Simon. Died without knowing how much we fucking loved each other too, Jesus. Talk about a sobfest.

Took a lot of courage to admit it. I saw that you struggled too, L.t. But I’m glad we did, even though it wasn’t the most romantic place to say it. While we were hiding from enemies too, for christ’s sake. But that’s what got us to say it and I don’t regret it one bit. Especially not the part afterwards.

Okay, getting sidetracked here. What I wanted to say is that I’ve always known, Simon. I’ve always known that you were mine and I am yours. I plan on making it official too, gonna take you to the nicest place and have the fanciest meal before I get down on my knees. As long as you didn’t beat me to it. Knowing you though, maybe you will.

But that’s not what we’re here for, are we?

You’re reading this now because I didn’t make it. I don’t want to think about it, about a future where I can’t see you anymore, but if I haven’t burned this and it’s in your hands, then that’s what happened. We didn’t get married either. Because I promised myself to write another letter if we had. Our line of work, gotta be prepared for the worst, you know?

I’m sorry.

Whatever happened, I’m so fucking sorry.

I’m sorry for making you feel like this again. I know you’ve lost a lot, went through a lot of horrendous shit you shouldn't have, came out of everything a Ghost for fuck’s sake, and I was really, really hoping it wouldn’t - won’t happen to us. But it did. Because you’re reading this, I know it did.

I owe you so much, Simon. I owe you a cosy little place of our own, I owe you a kiss every day you wake up and every night you close your eyes, I owe you hugs, lots of them, whenever you need it. Whenever you don’t need it too. I owe you my heart, my soul, my entire being, every single little thing that you can take. It’s yours anyway. I owe you so much. But I couldn’t even give you myself, my name, my anything now.

Don’t you dare blame yourself for any of it.

If anything, it’s probably my fault. Blame me, okay? Put everything on my name, curse me to high heavens and hell, enough to have my body rolling in my grave and all. Don’t let me rest even after my death. Anything but blaming yourself for this. You’re not fucking allowed to put this on yourself, do you understand? I’m haunting you if you do. Better watch out, Simon Riley. Especially if you want a good night’s sleep or a good cup of tea from here on out.

Jokes aside. You know I tried, right? I would’ve fought the world with my bare hands for you, pretty man. Would've wrangled death and crawled to your side at the expense of fuck everything. I’m just. Sorry, I guess. I’m sorry it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry that I couldn’t rip my heart out and hand it out just for you to hold.

Fuck. My eyes are tearing up. Don’t mind if there’s some dried up tears on this. I’m trying. Really am, but I don’t know what’s worse, Simon. I don't know. Imagining a world where I can’t see your bonnie face again, or imagining you alone after everything. Bloody fuck. I don't think any amount of sorries can fix this. But I’ll say it again.

I’m really fucking sorry, Simon.

I love you so much, you daft old man. I love you beyond anything I could say, write, do or express. I love you so much I would’ve done anything just to be a John Mactavish Riley and stay by your side.

But you’re reading this.

And you know I can’t.

A lifetime’s worth of sorries can’t fix this, I know. Gonna kiss and hold you extra hard the next time I see you, L.t. Sorry in advance, even though that’s probably the ‘past’ for you. I’m planning to yank that mask right off, press my lips against every square inch of that pretty boy face and tell you how much I love you until you get sick of it. Until you have to force me away, probably grumbling and asking me what’s wrong because you’re not used to it.

You’re not used to being loved, are you?

I love you so much.

I don’t know what to do with this love sometimes. Death can’t stop it either, if you’re wondering. Know that my heart was bursting with it till the end. Know that you were probably the last thought in my head. You’ll always have my love, my soul, dead or alive. What we have goes beyond life and death. You know that, I know that. Wherever I am, if there’s even ‘anything’ beyond, know that I’m missing you to hell and back, Simon Riley.

Don’t be eager to follow me. Please. I want you to live. You’ve been dead for so long, it hurts my heart to even think about you returning to how you were before me. Empty eyes, not letting anything or anyone close, a sad fucker underneath that brooding mask. Pretty too but you already know that. Don’t be a stubborn shit about this, I’m waiting for you. There’s nothing else for me to do.

I don’t know if you’ll get it too but I’ll keep the rings I bought for us next to the letter. Proof, maybe, I don’t know. I want you to have it. Keep it safe. Took a lot to get your size right, couldn’t even risk asking directly because you’d know immediately, smart fucker. Did you know you’re starting to sleep like a log these days? Felt like yesterday that you woke up to the sound of paper shuffling from the other room. Here you are, sleeping like a wee little babe without knowing any better. Anyway, you’re mine.

I’m yours.

Always have been, always will.

Take care, Simon.

PS: I love you.

PPS: I love you a lot. Don’t do anything stupid, I know it sounds real hypocritical of me if you’re reading this but seriously, don’t. See you soon, Simon.

PPPS: Preferably not soon-soon. Grow grey hair before you get here, see the world, do everything you want first. Jesus, I don’t even know what you’re doing right now. Don’t mope and waste away, you still have my love, you tit.

Goodbye, for now.

[This is an excerpt from the wip of the next chapter of my fic, Beyond Life and Death. It'll probably be updated within a few days, the hurt/comfort's going to be there. This part is just hurt lol.]

#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost soap #mwiii spoilers #mw3 spoilers #drabble #fic #musings ; my writing #musings ; beyond life and death #girl help how do i tag #fanfic #angst #ghoap angst #im sorry for this

[artycomicfangirl]

Do you have some headcanons of Daisy's and Luigi's love languages they display in the relationship?

Oh man, you know what? You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for an ask like this since…well, Ever! I LOVE these kind of things! I had to do a quick research to brush up on what Love Languages are again. So I took inspiration from some templates I found online. Sprinkled in with a little bit of the Movie-Verse Headcanons.

I guess this is a potential Part 1 of Luaisy headcanons? All because I’m unfortunately not able to list them all as of now!

But, Here we go! Hope you enjoy. Sorry if this ends up being a super long one though, haha.

- Acts of Service -

💚 Luigi would be more than happy and willing to tend to any Plumbing relate problems Daisy has. This is one of the only few times where even if he doesn’t even know the full situation of the problem, he never says no to her needing help, and dives head first without hesitation…

• Even if it means literally diving into that now rising flooding castle basement of hers, just to locate and fix that pesky broken pipe system!

🌼 💚 Cooking for each other. Unlike when I think Peach lovingly does most, if not all of the cooking for Mario. Cooking seems to become a thing divided equally between Luigi and Daisy.

• Luigi is known to be the best at Dinners. Some of his experience gained from helping his Mama back in Brooklyn growing up. And helping Mario cook too. One of his favorite meals he always loves to share with Daisy on occasion, is his mother’s classic Pasta recipes!

🌼 Plumbing can be real exhausting work sometimes! So Daisy is usually the one to fix up some either some real ice-cool drinks to personably bring to him in sweltering heat. Or Make him some hot cocoa or coffee for the really cold days. She’ll even bring some snacks, or even lunch if it’s almost time for a break.

🌼 Whenever she can be there, Daisy would always sit around and keep Luigi company while he worked. Also for the fact so she can pass him tools that he might need during work. Or even better, hold the fort as best as she can to prevent little mishaps that may occur. Need someone to hit a pipe to get it working? Need an extra set of strength to turn that creaky faucet? Trust Daisy to help out too!

- Physical Touch -

💚 Luigi is so, so, SO gentle with Daisy. Not in a way where he believes that she is perceived to be ‘Delicate’. He has faith that she can handle herself of course! But that’s just simply in his nature with everyone else too. Very little to no aggressive or intimidating body language. And with her? It’s just extra sweet.

• He knows she’s strong. But he can’t help but be the one to look out for her and be worried for her sometimes. When he sees her all scuffed up from fights, he offers to bring her water, ointment, bandages, whatever she requests. At first he allows her to try and heal herself. But If Daisy needs more help, he would step in to help tend to her wounds as much as possible.

💚 Luigi was is the most nervous and hesitant in initiating any form of touch at first. He didn’t want to make the wrong moves or anything! But upon the first hug and some vocal encouragement, it was a sign for him that he is on the right track.

He slowly gets more confident in holding hands with her, having an arm around her waist (Although, he can’t help but melt a little at the fact that he could be THIS close to someone he loves!)

💚 Kisses on his nose get’s him all smiley right away! Daisy ends up doing these out of surprise, and it just gets him so much. Kiss him on the cheek? Instantly giddy. She kisses him on the lips? Immediate knockout. He’s giving the Heart-eyes vibe. This is Something he shares in common with his bro too!

💚 When Luigi sees Daisy on the verge of lashing out at someone. He’s the first to quietly take her hand in his to gently squeeze it. This either gets her to look at him, which he gives a nod and look of reassurance for her to think things through. Or it’s almost like an instant touch that needs no words nor looks. But it has an instant affect on her. She rarely gets directly angry at him ever. How can she be mad at someone just so sweet to her? She knows he genuinely wants to help her.

• Sometimes he chooses to gently rub her hands instead. Also an equally effective calming effect.

💚 If Daisy ever feels down or at her worst, he more than welcomes her with open arms, and does not ever judge her for crying (something she rarely ever shows in public. Always putting a strong face.) It matters very little to him in the moment that his hat or clothes would be tear-soaked.

💚 Speaking on the note of a Sad Daisy. There are a few trigger moments which if you end up hurting Daisy, can make this sweet and timid Greed Plumber, decide that enough is enough. There is a reason why his Trope is known as a ‘Cowardly Lion’!

💚 He will try to place himself in front of her always. Whether it is him jumping in front of her to take whatever brunt of force was directed at her without thinking. Or steeling himself up to give stare down (albeit with quaking knees) in front of his enemy.

He starts of with a slight quiver in his voice. But if you continue to mock him or her a second time, the shakiness in his tone fades. Becoming a bit more determined. A quiet strength. At that point, he will not allow you to push him around and insult Daisy like that. Even if he might get knocked around a bit, he keeps getting back up, just to stand up for her.

💚 He’ll even try to use his hat at some points if he needs to cover her face more for protection.

💚 For some reason I feel like instead of usually carrying a Princess Bridal-style like Mario does. Luigi tends to carry Daisy on his back more. This often leads to escaping from some very comical situations!

🌼 Daisy is DEFINITELY the one who is not shy in expressing her affections naturally. But also really straightforward in her actions.

🌼 Ever experienced one of those surprise Run-at-top-speed Jump hugs? That’s Daisy for you! She often forgets to tone herself down sometimes.

🌼 Pulling him by the suspenders of his overalls gently just to kiss him.

🌼 She’s the one ending up carrying him like a bride instead HA

🌼 Like Luigi, Daisy is always one to step in front of her beloved to shield them from any potential danger. She is usually the one to Yank him out of the way with top speed (Apologizing immediately to him afterwards!) and pull him close to her body to try and cover and protect him as much as possible.

🌼 You would not be able to live it down if Daisy sees you harming or insulting Luigi. She is super quick on to you, ready to throw hands (And weapons, if in a fight)

🌼 She and Mario share the same kind of sentiments when it comes to standing up for Luigi.

“Say that again about my Boyfriend…And you’re gonna regret it!”

- Words of Affirmation -

🌼 Daisy is the one with the vast supply of pet names and complements!

🌼 The Iconic “Hey Sweetie!”

🌼 Buttercup, Honey-Bee, Weegie, Squeegie ect

🌼 If you don’t stop her, she may resort to floral Puns!

🌼 When it comes to support, she is like a really passionate cheerleader. You would definitely see her yelling her heart out at the sidelines of any event/competition/Kart race

🌼 When she writes notes or letters, Daisy tends to be the one who draws little doodles at the end of each letter, or just as little decorations here and there. Mario may or may not have accidentally revealed that he had caught Luigi chuckling at a letter he received from Daisy. Only to be told by his younger Bro that he found her drawings adorable and it made him smile. So she’s been doing that ever since!

💚 Luigi is a bit more reserved with this type of thing. But in fact, he is secretly the more poetic one! Surprisingly The type who’s words of love end up being a natural Cupid’s arrow.

💚 I see ‘Desert Flower’ as a popular head canon compliment he might say, and I also agree with that!

💚 Why do I feel like he would totally be the one to call her “My Dynamite Gal”??? When he’s mustered up so much confidence??

• Because Luigi is known to be more shy and timid, he does have more struggles with confidence in some parts. Leading to this possible little interaction:

—————————————————

💚 “ Face it…How can I even do this? I’m such a loser! I mean, look! I literally got a huge L on my head!”

🌼 “…Does It really have to mean Loser?”

💚 “H-huh? I-I…well what else can it be?”

🌼 “Well…put it this way. You’re kinda like a Clover!”

💚 “A…Clover?”

🌼 “Yeah! You ward off evil. You’re green all over. So How about…Lucky?”

—————————————————

- Quality Time -

💚 Luigi ends up loving taking strolls around the castle with Daisy. Whether it is in the Palace Gardens, or by lakes and rivers. Even Flower fields, where he’ll even attentively listen to her pointing out the new things.

💚 Luigi May end up getting challenged when he goes out on hiking trips with Daisy. The first few trips, he ends up faltering behind a little (He has bad knees everyone!), But Daisy would often slow her pace down a little so he can keep up. She doesn’t mind one bit. But overtime, he pushes to improve himself, in which he now is actually able to keep up by her side. She’s extremely proud of him

💚🌼 The Camping trips together are always fun though! Well, excluding some Minor scares and freak outs from the local wildlife at night. Luigi Teaching Daisy the classic treat of making a S’more. While Daisy would do something shared from her own land sometimes!

🌼 Daisy loves whenever she and Luigi get to go on one of their ‘Sports dates’, and is usually the one initiating these meetups (Knows all the good places!) while Luigi throws in suggestions. Usually consisting of Golfing especially. She is more knowledgeable in the technique, which she ends up teaching Luigi what she already knows. She likes to jokingly say that he’s “Learning from the best!”

🌼 If they end up moving in together and sharing the same bed, Daisy would be the type to wake up a bit earlier than Luigi does. Then goes back again to get some extra sleep hours. She has this little habit where she can’t help but give a little kiss on his cheek by then. If he continues to sleep, she lets him be. But if he ends up wanting to be woken up by this, she starts to go in for more kisses. Some of them are quick ticklish to him!

All until she’s gazing back at sleepy half-open eyes, A lopsided smile, and a very happy green Plumber who’s morning has just been made even better!

💚 On Luigi’s part, he’s the one who sleeps the last. Letting Daisy sleep first before him, as he sometimes has a bit of work he needs to attend to. Or just simply reading a few pages of his favourite book beside her.

• When he notices a lock of her hair astray on her face, he ends up brushing it aside for her. In that moment, he seriously cannot believe that this beautiful fiery woman is his beloved, and is right next to him.

- Receiving Gifts -

💚 It is a popular head canon going around that Daisy is very into gardening. So, Luigi would even go out of his way to brush up on said topics about Gardening and nature just for Daisy. Same thing that he would do when it comes to her other interests, just so he knows what to get her!

💚 He has really great callback memory, in which he is able to remember most of the conversations he would have with Daisy when she talks about various plants. Including seeds and flora she wishes she could obtain to grow in her castle Garden. So! Every often, he would visit the local markets or shops in the town, where he would check up all the latest imports/exports to see if he can find some uncommon, or even rare seeds for him to collect for her. If it’s something from Brooklyn, he most likely tries to buy seeds of flowers for her smaller pot plants!

If he goes on adventures with Mario, he does something similar where he collects various trinkets or souvenirs for him to take home for her, or send to her by mail.

🌼 Daisy is definitely more extravagant, and a bit more ‘flashy’ when it comes to gift giving. She does not do this to show off. She 100% fully believes that her believed deserves the best he can get…Even if it ends up giving him the biggest of blushes. And just so happens she can’t stop gushing about it either in her own way!

🌼 Actually at first, she might have been giving him ‘Weird’ gifts for the first few times when they became a couple. They’re not offensive gifts! But they were a result of her having misunderstood some of his hobbies and likes at the beginning. But never in bad faith, as she genuinely tried to guess what would make Luigi happy. But luckily with help from Peach and Mario, she got good results. And long the way, she started getting better at gift-giving.

🌼 I mean, have you seen that Golden statue of her and Luigi in her own Mario Kart Course? If she was the one who commissioned that, she would totally go THAT far.

🌼 She would go on a secret calling spree, prepare a huge birthday with all of his favorite foods, invite literally all of his friends and family as a complete surprise. Making the Green man crying out of happiness.

🌼 Well, not exactly a traditional kind of gift. But just for him, Daisy would end up wearing cute dresses or other outfits. Something he likes. But that’s because we all can’t deny, Daisy is still Daisy. She still loves to tease Luigi one way or another.

Green Bro may have been staring a little too long, as the Princess walks by in a tank-top and shorts combo!

#super mario #nintendo #the super mario bros movie #princess daisy #luigi #luaisy #headcanon #headcanons

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More Headcanons: cause I love projecting on my favorite characters

The whole “ew are we in Staten Island” quote is an inside joke that the twins have 

5 years ago they ended up in Staten island by themselves and they described it as “the worst experience ever”

They refuse to go anywhere near Staten island after the “Incident™” and they also refuse to talk about it 

Anytime anyone mentions Staten Island the twins will interrupt them and say “ew ew gross don't talk about that evil place while I’m in the room!”

And the single time Splinter ever stepped foot in Staten Island the twins insisted that he needed to be decontaminated before he reentered the lair 

For the first 5 years of their life, the boys shared a room 

Donnie and Leo shared a bed

Raph had a bed all to himself and Mikey slept in a hammock cause he couldn't fall asleep with Raph snoring in his ear 

Donnie’s shell was Leo’s favorite pillow 

According to him “memory foam pillows have got nothing on Dontron” 

The group will have sleepovers in the living room at least once a week 

Sometimes their week is jampacked and it only happens during their movie nights 

And sometimes the trauma kind of builds up and they can’t sleep through the night without each other

Leo still uses Donnie as his pillow and when he complains Leo always says that Donnie stole his pillow (he didn’t) and this is payback

Leo and Mikey are both blanket hogs and Raph is a pillow hog 

Whenever they have these sleepovers they always make a pillow fort 

Donnie is in charge of making the pillow fort stable 

He will draw actual detailed blueprints if you leave him alone long enough

Leo is in charge of making sure the fort is comfy

He’ll collect every single clean pillow in the lair and put them in the fort

Raph is in charge of lights and stuffed animals 

He’ll just grab Christmas lights and the stuffed animals from his room

April is in charge of bringing the movies and setting up the music 

Because who doesn’t love some background music?

And Mikey is in charge of snacks 

If anyone tries to step into the kitchen when he’s getting ready he will bite them

Leo and April take turns  painting everyone's nails and the boys take turns styling April’s hair 

Sometimes April loves it so much that she asks them to style her hair before class

The boys help April get ready for her dates 

She could be dating someone for 8 years and still feel a need to look perfect on date night

Leo helps her with skincare and paints her nails (he has the steadiest hands (cause you know… medic)) 

Mikey helps her with makeup and he always makes sure that every color in her outfit matches 

Donnie helps with accessories (bags/jewelry)

And Raph is mostly there for moral support he’s the one that calms April down after she has a panic attack (cause let’s face it dates are stressful) 

They have sibling bracelets (it’s literally just charm bracelets with all their initials in their colors)

When Donnie gave them to the group they cried and hugged each other for a solid minute 

There may or may not be a tracker in every single initial

The whole group either has ADHD or autism or both

And sometimes they get really overwhelmed and talking becomes a hassle

And because of that, they learned morse code (because sign language with three fingers is kind of hard)

And sometimes the boys will walk in on the twins furiously tapping on the table (and then they’ll walk back out)

The boys all know some Japanese 

Raph knows the basics he can hold a conversation but he can’t read or write

And if Splinter and Leo are talking too fast he’ll get frustrated and give up 

Leo is fluent but he only knows how to read and write in Hiragana 

And he only speaks Japanese when he’s arguing with Splinter and he doesn’t want the others listening in (or when he wants to talk shit in public)

Donnie can understand Japanese but anytime he tries to reply it always comes out very slow and childlike so he stopped trying 

He can read and write in kanji tho

And Mikey only knows how to write in kanji (cause Donnie taught him) 

And he knows a few Japanese swear words (that Leo may or may not have taught him)

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja tutles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #Rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #Rottmnt April #rottmnt splinter #disaster twins #save rottmnt