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hattafan2593 · 8 months

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Helluva Boss: The Circus - Alternate Ending

So I noticed that a lot of people really don't like the way Stella is characterized in Season 2. I personally have no problem with her characterization - sometimes people are just assholes. No tragic backstory. No motive. And honestly, she's just so cartoonishly evil that I can't help but love to hate her. That said, I do see where people are coming from, and it does kind of downplay some of Stolas' flaws and portrays him more sympathetically than he actually is. While I do believe Stolas is sympathetic, and I want him to improve and grow as a person, it doesn't change the fact that his relationship with Blitzo is still mega toxic, that Stolas is a member of a privileged class with little knowledge or empathy for those below him, or that he spent the entire first season doing as he pleased with little to no regard for how his actions affected those around him, including his own family.

So, without further ado, here's my attempt at a more nuanced look at Stella and Stolas' relationship, via an alternate ending to Season 2, Episode 1 - The Circus. Enjoy.

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STELLA: The fuck are you doing?

STOLAS: Reflecting.

STELLA: Well, keep it down. Via's in her room, and I suspect she's trying to sleep. (Turns to walk back inside)

STOLAS: ...Why are you still here?

STELLA: (Stops, irritated) What?

STOLAS: Why are you still here? You leave with Via on weekends but then stay around the house despite everything.

STELLA: I live here, too, Stolas, last I checked. And unlike some people, I don't run away from my responsibilities.

STOLAS: Oh yes, I can see just how busy you've been. Between the shopping trips and gossiping with your girlfriends. Truly, how do you find the time to even breathe?

(Stella stomps over to Stolas, shoving a finger in his face)

STELLA: You have some fucking gall, speaking to me like that! After what you did-

STOLAS: I KNOW WHAT I DID!

(Stella steps back, stunned. Stolas runs a hand over his face.)

STOLAS: I would feel bad if I had hurt you, but we both know I didn't do that!

STELLA: You dare-

STOLAS: Oh, come on, Stella! There was never any love between us! You and I were arranged for one reason - to birth a precautionary heir to the Goetia family, nothing more!

STELLA: Yes, Stolas. I am perfectly aware of my status as a brood mare, thank you for reminding me.

STOLAS: (sighs) I tried, Stella. I know I was and am far from perfect but I did try, for so many years. To make things comfortable for us, to have this family, but it was never enough.

(Stella rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Stolas continues.)

STOLAS: The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty is so that girl can have a normal life!

(Stella starts cackling)

STOLAS: What is so funny?

STELLA: Cruelty? You think what I've done is cruelty?

(Stolas puffs up in indignation, but starts backing away as Stella stomps up to him, getting in his face.)

STELLA: You spoiled, overgrown child! You don't know what cruelty is! And what's this tripe about "a normal life?" Normal? By Satan, have you always been this delusional?!

(Stella steps back, throws out her arms for emphasis.)

STELLA: Newsflash, husband! Octavia is a Goetia! She is never going to have a normal life! No matter how she acts or how she dresses, she will always have royal blood in her veins! Nothing you or I do will ever change that, and the denizens of Hell are certainly not going to let her forget it! Especially not after this latest spectacle of yours!

(Stolas' face becomes horrified - his eyes turn to pinpricks)

STOLAS: ...what?

STELLA: (exasperated) You were seen publicly, Stolas! In a goddamned sex club, with an imp! Did you really think word wouldn't spread?! (puts her hands on her hips) And who do you think has had to deal with the fallout of your little dalliances? Who do you think has to deal with the gossip, the rumors, the contempt? Here's a hint - it's not you!

(Stolas flinches back slightly.)

STELLA: (shaking her head, bitterly) Men like you and my brother are all the same. You do as you please with no thought or care to how your actions affect others. And meanwhile, women like me have to deal with fake sympathy and speculation from the masses over how we are such failures as wives that our husband find the company of peasants more appealing.

(Stolas is stunned silent. Stella turns away from him, her arms folded.)

STELLA: I don't expect you to love me, Stolas. Or even like me. But whether you like it or not, we are married. And at the bare minimum, I expect some modicum of respect as your wife.

(Stolas turns aways, gripping his arm. His face is full of guilt. But then he turns back, his face becoming blank.)

STOLAS: Respect goes both ways, Stella. And you'll have to forgive me if I can't respect someone who publically shames my performance in bed, or tries to have me assassinated, right in front of our child.

STELLA: Oh please, she had her headphones on. And it's not like it even worked. You're still here aren't you?

STOLAS: (bitterly) Sorry to disappoint you.

(Bitter silence.)

STOLAS: (sigh) ...Look, this...this isn't working. I cannot do this anymore.

STELLA: Meaning what?

STOLAS: I want a divorce. I do not want to be married to you anymore. I want out.

STELLA: (laughs bitterly) Of course. You realize that the Goetia family will not take this lying down? Andrealphus especially-

STOLAS: I don't care what your arrogant brother thinks.

STELLA: That much is obvious.

STOLAS: And as far as the Goetia are concerned, the only thing they care about is already 17.

STELLA: ...So that's it. We're done.

STOLAS: Yes. We're done.

STELLA: (deep breath) Fine. It's late. I will sleep in the guest room, and then we will both explain things to Octavia in the morning.

STOLAS: (nodding) That's fair.

(Stella turns to leave)

STOLAS: Stella...for what it's worth-

STELLA: Save it. The words of a traitorous embarrassment are worth nothing. You've fallen from what little grace you had. And I know you'll pay for it. You and that little plaything of yours.

STOLAS: Leave him out of this!

(Stella keeps walking.)

STOLAS: Stella! I mean it! Hate me if you must, but I will not let you threaten-

STELLA: It's not a threat, it's a fact. (turns around) You have made him part of this little game of yours. You have dragged him into the spotlight, Stolas. And sooner or later, he will be eaten alive.

(Stolas staggers back, his face a mask of rage and shock.)

STELLA: (suddenly very tired) I don't pretend to understand your feelings for that imp, but if you truly care for him at all...you will let him go.

(As Stella goes inside, Stolas' fist shake with rage and become sheathed in his magic. He turns, roaring, and slams his magic covered fist down on the balcony railing, causing it to crack and crumble slightly. Stolas then collapses on the ground, weeping.)

(Cut to Stella walking down a hallway. Her eyes are in shadow as her mouth contorts, a single tear forming and threatening to fall. Stella furiously scrubs it away, then straightens, her face a mask of cold regality. She continues down the hall.)

(End.)

#hattafan2593 #helluva boss #stolas #stella goetia #helluva boss season 2 episode 1 the circus #alternate ending #recontextualizing canon behavior #basically stella isn't an abusive bitch because she's evil #she's an abusive bitch because she's held to unfair standards in a high class patriarchal society #and it's causing her to lash out in a toxic and unhealthy manner #stolas has trouble empathizing with the feelings of others #as in canon #and is also a major hypocrite #and clueless to his own privelege #but he's still an abuse victim and his hurt and resentment is valid #i tried to make their relationship more nuanced #hope I succeeded

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crissiebaby · 1 year

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DiapOut: Chapter 10

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, WAM, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first chapter and want to catch up, be sure to check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

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“Here’s to a successful first round,” said Cade as he tossed a hard candy infused with 20mg of THC in his mouth. After an exhausting set of obstacles, both he and Rupert were excited to kick back, relax, and wait to be called up for Round Two. Sadly, they wouldn’t get to enjoy their victory for long.

Stomping across the room, Kyoko grabbed Cade’s cheeks forcefully, causing him to spit out the marijuana-laced edible into her hand. “Don’t even think about it. Newsflash, we nearly lost the first round because of you two,” she said, chucking the partially melted lozenge into a trash can.

“Hey, lighten up, Kyoko. You know we function better while high anyway,” said Rupert, attempting to laugh off the awkwardness of the interaction, “And for the record, I started behind and kept a fairly even pace with that yellow team chick the whole time. If anyone caused us to fall behind, it was Cade.”

An insulted Cade gasped as his partner in crime proceeded to throw him under the bus for their rocky start to Round One. However, before he could launch any counter-argument, Kyoko’s fury took center stage yet again, “You were literally sitting on your ass and watching that girl find the bobby pin for you. Don’t act like you really put your all into that. You slacked off and did the bare minimum, as usual.”

“Guys, guys. There’s no need to spark any in-fighting. Can’t we just put aside all the petty shit and enjoy the fact that we’re one step closer to winning?” said Zeke, silencing everyone else in the room. Thankfully, it seemed to work as both Kyoko and Rupert parted, though neither acted happy about it.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Zeke let out a painfully long sigh. This was supposed to be something fun for the WET Diaper Lovers Club to use for recruitment. But with how everything was unraveling, the whole scheme was putting more stress on their small group than it was worth. Something needed to change about the way they were communicating and fast. And the best way to accomplish that was to pick the brain of their fearless leader.

Sitting down next to Kyoko in the far corner of the green room, Zeke placed a can of ginger ale on her armrest before cracking open a can of his own. As he took his first sip, he watched to see how she would react, only slightly disheartened to see her remain motionless. “Oh c’mon, don’t tell me you forgot?” he said, nudging Kyoko with his elbow.

“How could I? You won’t let me,” said Kyoko, letting out a soft chuckle as she picked up the can and placed the cool surface against her forehead, “I already know what you’re going to say. I’m…not trying to be the bad guy. But between the countless callbacks and spending most of the club’s yearly budget on travel expenses just to be here…we worked too hard to lose because we slacked off at the finish line.”

Raising his hands, Zeke backed off from Kyoko a bit. “Hey now, no need to be on defense. I’m not here to give you some grand lecture. I know…WE know how hard you’ve worked to get us here. And we trust you. Just…try to put a bit more trust in us as well,” he said, leaning forward and placing a warm hand on Kyoko’s shoulder.

“Zeke Collins!”

Before Kyoko and Zeke’s conversation could continue, Keelee entered the green room, clipboard in hand. “Ah, there you are. I need you to come with me,” she said in a no-nonsense manner.

As much as Zeke wanted to stay for Kyoko’s sake, he didn’t exactly want to argue with an authority figure either. “I’ll be right back. Keep my soda cold for me, will ya?” he said, handing off his mostly full can to Kyoko.

Entering the hallway, Zeke was forced to keep up with Keelee’s speed walking, despite the soreness he still felt in his legs. “So...what’s this all about?” he asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Well, for one thing. We have a few extra release forms for you to sign. Thems the brakes when your dangly bits wind up on camera,” said Keelee, deriving a bit of pleasure from watching Zeke’s face flush with embarrassment, “However, before we get to that, you’ve got a small pit stop to make.”

Curiosity nipped at Zeke’s brain as he trailed behind the confident production manager, wondering what this pit stop would entail. That curiosity only grew stronger as they arrived at a door with “CassiRole” written in bold, golden letters.

“Cassi’s waiting for you inside. Come find me in the studio when you’re all done and we’ll get your paperwork squared away,” said Keelee before promptly rushing off to her next task.

Left to his own devices, Zeke’s anxiety was reaching new heights. It was already crazy enough to be in the same studio as someone he’d been watching online for well over a year. Being called to CassiRole’s private dressing room was something different entirely, though. He wasn’t sure his heart could handle it. What was he even going to say? Do celebrities make small talk? Pushing through his nerves, he threw caution to the wind and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” said Cassi in a sing-songy voice, beckoning Zeke to enter.

Obeying Cassi’s command, Zeke twisted the doorknob and stepped inside Cassi’s dimly-lit dressing room. Other than a single vanity mirror with bright fluorescent bulbs organized around it, the room was completely darkened. And stationed in front of that mirror was a very recognizable silhouette. Zeke gulped hard as he slowly moved closer, “H-hello Cassi. You wanted to see me?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

“Yes, I did. After the flashy display you put on in the first round, I’ve been asked to talk you through what to expect once the episode airs,” said Cassi, diligently applying mascara as she talked. Turning her head slightly, she motioned toward a chair near her vanity, “Please, have a seat. I’m almost finished here.”

Zeke timidly traversed the long dressing room and sat down on the lounge chair nearest Cassi. His heart rate suddenly spiked as once he sat down, he could see, clear as day, that CassiRole was completely nude except for a diaper. “Oh geez, I-I can wait outside if you-”

“No need. You showed me yours, so it’s only fair. Besides, if I had to hazard a guess, this probably isn’t the first time you’ve seen me in a state of undress,” said Cassi, who had countless diaper nudes posted to her OnlyPamps account. She stifled her laughter as she kept an eye on Zeke’s squirming in the corner of her mirror, “Now then, you can rest a little easier knowing that your junk will be blurred out when the episode broadcasts. Advertisers probably wouldn’t appreciate seeing full-frontal nudity on cable television.”

Letting the compressed air out of his lungs, Zeke was pleased to hear that the more intimate details of his birthday suit wouldn’t be showing up on potentially millions of TV screens. “That won’t be too bad then, I guess,” he said, allowing himself to lean back and relax a bit in Cassi’s comfy chair.

“Don’t get me wrong, though. Blurred or not, It’s very likely your streaking incident will go viral online,” said Cassi, her tone shifting to be more serious. She placed the cap back on her mascara and promptly stood up to slip into her costume, forcing Zeke to bury his eyes behind his hands, “You need to be ready for the fact that anytime someone Googles your name, an image of you baring it all will probably be at the top of the search results.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” said Zeke, doing his best to pay attention to Cassi while her body was actively trying to distract him. Still, it was hard to deny how much he wanted to ogle her perfect, slender body. The front of his diaper pulsed up and down in response to his active imagination. It was just too tempting. He peeked through the cracks of his fingers, only to find Cassi’s face mere inches from his own, “Gah! S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

Before Zeke could finish his sentence, Cassi reached forward, grabbed Zeke’s hand, and placed it on her exposed breast. “That is unless we want to hop on stream together right now and spice up those search results in advance,” she teased, tossing his hand back to him and skipping back over to where her next wardrobe was hanging.

Looking toward the door, Zeke wasn’t certain if he should make a mad dash for the exit or stay put and see how far his time in Cassi’s dressing room went. After all, what would the others think if they found out? Moreover, what would Kyoko think?

“I take it by the fact that you're shaking like a lost Little that you’re either a virgin or dating that Kyoko girl,” said Cassi starkly as she slid on a silk robe and proceeded to tie her hair up in a bow.

Taken aback by how forward Cassi was being, a very flustered Zeke struggled to respond, “Um…no. Yes! I-I mean, no.” He shook his head and slapped his cheeks a few times, attempting to shake off his nerves. “Yes, I am a virgin. No, I’m not seeing anyone, especially Kyoko. She doesn’t exactly swing that way.”

“Oh really. Tell you what then, why don’t we make a little deal?” said Cassi, taking a seat directly on Zeke’s lap, causing a symphony of crinkles to echo out from in between their diapers, “I’ll see to it that you leave this room without your V-card…and in exchange, you tell me everything there is to know about your cute little clubmates. How’s that sound?”

As Cassi whispered sweet nothings into Zeke’s ear, he felt as though he were about to burst inside of his diaper. While he wasn’t super concerned with kissing his cherry boy status goodbye, the idea of spending his first time with CassiRole of all people was as alluring as it got. That being said, there was one simple question on his mind that prevented him from jumping on the opportunity. “Why? I mean…w-what do you want to know?”

“Anything you can think of. Quirks, fears, embarrassing secrets, etcetera, etcetera,” said Cassi, sounding as nonchalant as she could, “I already know so much about the other team. They all practically live online. But you and your friends have been surprisingly cagey about personal details.” She opened her mouth and began to nibble at Zeke’s ear lobe, squeezing a moan out of him.

Feeling Cassi’s hand start to slide from his chest downward told Zeke that he was running out of time to make this decision on his own. “Mmmmm…n-no…” he said, grabbing Cassi’s hand just before it reached the hem of his diaper, “I-I can’t. I want…my first time to be special. I’m sorry.” Without saying another word, he stood up and bolted out of the room.

“Well shit,” said Cassi, groaning as she rolled her body across the lounger and stretched her arms out. With her first and easiest strategy of extracting some juicy info for her show going up in flames, it was time to turn to plan B, “Hmmm…so Kyoko doesn’t swing that way, huh? Well then, perhaps she’ll swing my way…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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tiny-space-robot · 1 year

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here is an attempt to provide a logical argument about the negatives of Proshipping fandom culture:

Pro-shipping fandom culture, where fans obsess over romantic relationships between fictional characters, has its downsides. While it may seem harmless and fun, it can perpetuate unhealthy behaviors and harm both the creators and fans themselves.

Firstly, Proshipping fandom culture can pressure creators to cater to fans' desires for certain romantic relationships. This can lead to the watering down of character development and storylines, as well as the objectification of characters solely for shipping purposes. Creators may feel obligated to give in to fans' demands, ultimately compromising their artistic vision for the sake of fan service. This is damaging to the integrity of the work and the creative process.

Secondly, Proshipping fandom culture can encourage toxic and obsessive behavior among fans. Rivalries between different "ships" can create intense competition and often lead to harassment and bullying of other fans and creators --- especially when fans feel that their ship is not being represented or their preferred couple is not canon. This is a breeding ground for toxic fandom, gatekeeping, and exclusionary behavior, which can be damaging both to the fandom's social dynamics and to the mental health of individual fans.

Thirdly, Proshipping fandom culture can foster unrealistic expectations of romantic relationships, as fans often glorify and fetishize abusive or problematic dynamics as "cute" or "romantic." This can have negative implications for young fans who are still learning about healthy relationships. It can also cause harm to real-life individuals who are affected by similar abusive relationship dynamics, as they may turn to these fandoms for escape or validation, only to then be further subjected to harmful stereotypes and expectations.

In conclusion, Proshipping fandom culture has its downsides, such as perpetuating pressure on creators, toxic and obsessive behavior among fans, and unrealistic expectations for romantic relationships. While fans should continue to be passionate about their favorite characters and stories, it is important to be mindful of the potential consequences and harm that can come from Proshipping fandom culture.

did the definition of proshipping get changed yet AGAIN while I wasn´t on this blog, or??

I mean-

the first two points have absolutely nothing to do with proshipping, but rather shipping as a whole and I wholeheartedly agree with you on the first two points!

I have seen way WAY too often that people get SO consumed by their ship that they destroy everything and everyone around them (hell, look at the voltron fandom!) and I am absolutely against this creepy toxic mindset of "I want THIS to happen in this piece of media! I am going to endlessly harrass the creators until they DO IT!"

as an older person on the internet, I honestly, so sincerely miss the days where everyone just collectively didn´t give a shit about ships being canon. like?? I never cared before and I never started caring!

if ALL of my weird ships became canon in the next hour, I would give zero f*cks in total.

but anyway, back to the point

yes, with the second thing I agree too!

shipping wars are pretty stupid, but its not like they´re exclusive to proshipping or as if proshipping was what created it-

proshipping was a thing since shipping itself was a thing! and I argue, back then they were better too! because at least, the shipping wars of old consisted of people going "your ship makes no sense! its stupid!" and "my otp is better than your otp!"

and NOT

"your otp has an age gap of four seconds, therefore youre a p*dophile!!" "character A said ´youre like a brother to me´ to character b, so your ship is incest!! die!!"

like, newsflash: you dont need a monumental reason to hate a ship! sometimes you just dont vibe with it!! stop making up bullsh*t to justify your hate for a ship, its completely unneccesary!

as for your third point, now youre getting closer to the definition, but its, again, not a problem unique to proshipping, nor one that proshipping started!

I, for one, HATE abuse in ships! like, one character being overly controlling of the other, one character being physically/mentally abusive, one character literally showing sociopathic behavior- UGH not my cup of tea!

but, you know where these exact dynamics are also to be found? yaoi media! I personally hate anime as a whole, so I have more than one reason to not indulge in that stuff, but, yaoi as a genre existed for far far longer than proshipping and I have seen people who are clearly too young for it indulge in it (and yes, I agree with you there, that its not something they should do, like please little 7 year olds, you have no business reading something that is LITERALLY PWTP)

anyway, yes, that genre is full of abusive dynamics and I´d argue that its the culprit of so many abusive ships because I wanna bet that this genre is what those people were influenced by at a young age.

as for the escape and validation part, I am sorry for those people who got harmed by shipper twits witout a filter (tag your sh*t dammit), especially because shipping should be all about fun, but- I´m sorry, but fandom spaces and the internet as a whole, is NOT a good place for safety and coping! the internet as well as fandom spaces, are full of ALL KINDS of people! some people feel comfort not ever stumbling across those ships! while others find comfort specifically BY these ships! the human brain is just complicated like that-

I am a victim of some horrible sh*t too, and I have very tricky issues with overly sensitive anxiety (seriously, it can get triggered by the dumbest sh*t) the best you can do to help yourself through those problems, is to either block certain tags, so you dont have to come across it as much (like, when you know of a specific ship that has abusive tendencies, simply block the name of the ship)

(yes, I know, there are some people who really dont give a sht about properly tagging things- those people are dcks and you should just block them)

or, as a more drastic measure, put away the laptop/phone/pc and limit your internet usage

and with that wrapped up, yes anon, I agree with you on most of these parts! and I also agree that shipping culture has a lot of downsides and a lot of toxicity! thats unfortunately always a problem with communities (which is also why I hate fandoms) its honestly up to individuals to point out toxic behavior in their own communites- I mean, for as bad as I´ve heard the voltron fandom was, there were a LOT of people who were calling out the more outrageous behavior in the fandom. (like that story with the leaks hostage situation? I mean wow)

I hope my ramblings are somewhat coherent and that you have a good day, anon!

#idk #long post #toxic fandom behavior #toxic shippers

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Hello! Love your work! Could you do a yandere arrogant popstar haechan with interviewer/journalist reader

"Let's just hurry up and get this over with," Haechan sighs, rolling his eyes as he sits across from you.

Blinking at him in surprise, you're quick to brush his comment off. He's probably just really busy and stressed, so you don't hold it against him. You've come prepared anyways, which means this interview shouldn't take more than forty minutes if all goes well. You have better things to do, anyways.

"Alright, starting in two minutes!" Your manager shouts as people scramble to and from preparing last minute things for the interview.

Taking this opportunity, you smile at the man sitting across from you, even if all you receive is a scoff in response. Doing the polite thing, and what proper etiquette deems, you introduce yourself to him.

Again, he rolls his eyes, "yeah, sure. Nice to meet you, or whatever."

You recoil, taken aback by his blunt attitude. "Excuse me?"

"I can see through your little act," he leans backwards in his seat, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek, "you're probably just like every one else. As soon as this interview is done, you'll come on to me, and I'll pretend to be into it for the attention, and it'll make your day cause you'll feel important. Well, newsflash, sweetheart: you're not special, and I'm not interested."

"Thirty seconds, people!" The stage manager directs, and luckily that gives you enough time to pull yourself out of your utter bewilderment.

"Well, I've got some news for you, sweetie," the way you cock your head back at him, condescendingly, has him blinking in shock at you this time, "I couldn't give a shit who you are, nor do I care about you. This is my job, and you are just another client. So check your attitude, cause two can play at the 'nice' game."

"And action!" The manager doesn't even give Haechan time to respond as the cameras start rolling, catching on to his mildly surprised face before he can school himself as they go live.

Immediately, it's like your own persona does a one-eighty, with you suddenly being very chipper and bright in your interviewer process. Haechan's seen a few of your interviews before, but never did he expect your visage to be such an act. At least, to him.

Maybe you're both not so different after all.

Either way, he's sure you're just playing with him, and at the first opportunity you get, you'll want to jump his bones. So, he decides to catch you at your own act.

Only, every time he attempts to flirt with you or be sly, you brush him off, quickly changing to subject or just flat out ignoring him. A few of the camera crew even have to stifle their chuckles at his failed attempts at wooing you, only causing his ears to turn red in embarrassment.

No one's ever been able to resist his charm after he directs it at them before. No one.

As soon as the interview is over, and you've done your due diligence and thanked him for being interviewed, you're entire persona drops. Just as the cameras shut down, the smile is wiped right off of your face, not even bothering to say a final word to him as you hop off your chair and head to your dressing room. You don't even spare him a final glance.

Haechan's mouth hangs open in shock. Were you being serious earlier? There's no fucking way you don't at least find him attractive.

Perhaps after all these years he really has let his ego go straight to his head.

Brushing off his own manager, he follows in the direction you went off into, searching for the correct room that you're in. Now, he's intrigued.

Maybe this is all part of your plan. Fool him into thinking you don't care about him to get him to want you. Whatever it is, it's working, and if he's being honest with himself, Haechan doesn't mind one bit.

Only, when he walks in on you embracing a coworker of yours somewhat intimately, he scowls.

Why does it bother him so much, and why, above all else, does he want that to be him?

#ask #yandere haechan #haechan drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #drabbles

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ronnie-azumane · 3 years

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Rebound

Kuroo Tetsurou x female reader 18+

NSFW, IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT

Warning: mentions of breakup, cunnilingus, 1 photo taken (nature of which is slightly nonconsensual), aftercare

A/N: So, uhh, these past few months have been wack in regards to my love life. I went from breaking off an almost 2-year long distance relationship, to proclaiming that I’m gonna have a hoe phase on Tinder, to actually meeting a guy who I actually like (who knew I would have a successful Tinder relationship?!?!)…….. soooooooo

ALSO-- this is my first (serious) smut I've ever written. Please be kind.

ALSO ALSO-- if this gets enough love, I might make this concept into a full-blown fic

You did everything right. You made time for him. You gave him gifts. You sent him both a good morning and a goodnight text every day. You fulfilled his needs, even when it didn't necessarily benefit you.

Or so you thought.

If you didn't answer that butt-dial from him and heard the pants and moans coming from his end, you would have lived happily in ignorant bliss. If you didn't go to check on him to see if he was ok, you wouldn't be in the predicament you found yourself in currently.

Now you find yourself, wrapped in blankets, crying on his neighbor's couch.

Your boyfriend would always complain about his next door neighbor Tetsurou Kuroo, how he would be the reason your boyfriend got in trouble with loud music and smoking with the landlord. However, despite your boyfriend's hatred of him, you grew close to the rooster head, becoming proper friends and not the girl who apologizes after every night she gets a little loud. He didn't approve of this friendship, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

Now that he's your ex, there is absolutely nothing he could do about it.

"So you walked in and saw him banging his coworker?" Tetsurou asked, placing a glass of cold water into your hand. Your body shook as you lifted the glass up to your lips to take a sip. You then set the glass down on the side table.

"Yes, and it was the one he told me not to worry about." you stuttered. You didn't care much for that coworker. She always seemed to weasel her way into your relationship. Date nights were cut short by her calling your [now ex] boyfriend to help her with a problem. He always seemed to be texting or calling her, and when you would ask why, he would just say 'work' and close his phone so you couldn't see. You would express your concern, but he would assure you that he only had eyes for you.

What bullshit.

Your wails of agony have since subsided to small sniffles. Your breathing was still rapid and without control, but for the most part you were calming down.

Then your phone went off, sounding a text tone that you had specifically saved for your now ex boyfriend.

As you reach for your phone, Tetsurou grabs a hold of it.

"Gimmie that," you whine.

"Password," Tetsurou demands.

"W-what? I'm not just gonna give-"

"Password!" Tetsurou demands even louder. Sighing, you tell him your password and he unlocks your phone. He reads over the text your ex sent you, talking about how you didn't know the whole story and scoffs. He taps on your phone a bit and gently tosses it on the couch cushion next to you as she sits himself down.

"Blocked him for you. He was going on about how you don't know the whole story and that this was the first and only time he messed up. Newsflash, I'm his neighbor, and the girl he has been with the last few weeks definitely wasn't you."

"Oh," you sniffle. So your suspicions were correct. This had been going on for quite a bit. "If you knew, why didn't you tell me earlier?" you asked Tetsurou.

"Well, honestly, I just put the pieces together this morning," Tetsurou replies. The walls are thin, so he could hear every gasp and moan that happened on the other side. He figured it was you, since you were his girlfriend after all. He would just turn on a show and watch it to tune out the love making on the other side of the wall. However, when he didn't receive the usual sorry note under the door that you would write, he knew something was up. The amount of times he would have to turn on his show wasn't going down, but the amount of the little notes he received was.

"You know, I don't think he ever loved me," you say, turning away from Tetsurou. "I honestly think he only liked the idea of me." The waterworks started to flow again.

"I tried so hard, you know? I know he didn't treat me the best, but I stuck with it because I thought he truly loved me," you sob into your hands. You smash your palms into your eyes as you cry out, as if you are trying to stop the tears coming out of your eyes. But they don't stop. If anything, they start to flow out faster.

"What did I do wrong?"

As soon as that question escaped your lips, Tetsurou pulled you into his lap and pressed you head against his chest. You cried even harder, balling his tear-soaked t-shirt in your clenched fists. He ran his nails across your scalp, lightly scratching it in an attempt to calm you down. Usually you would tell him to stop so as to not mess up your hair, but hair was the last thing on your mind at the moment. His other hand was rubbing your back, grounding you from the emotions racking your body at the moment.

"You did nothing wrong," he whispered over and over again in your ear, repeating until you calmed back down. He reached across from you and grabbed the glass of cold water and placed you off of his lap.

"Please drink up, I think you cried half of your water weight in the past 30 minutes alone," he joked, earning a small giggle from you. "I hate to leave you alone, but I'm going to change real fast and get you some bubble tea from that place down the street you like. Sound like a plan?" He asked, earning a nod from you.

With that, he stood up and left to go change and get some tea. You sat back on the couch and watched the door close shut. Now you were alone.

You had been in his apartment a couple times before, but now you were truly looking around at his décor. He didn't have much hanging on his walls, but he had a few pictures here and there. One was of his old volleyball team from high school. He stood in the middle with his red number 1 jersey sticking out for all to see that he was the captain.

Another picture he had on the wall was a picture of a small girl in his arms. After recalling a couple of conversations the two of you had, you remembered that he did have an older sister who had a daughter of her own. His niece.

Her short black hair was sticking up into two little pigtails, each decorated with a small pink bow. Her fluffy pink dress contrasted beautifully with the black dress shirt Tetsurou was wearing. Both of their smiles reached their ears.

He looked pretty good.

You sit there thinking, realizing only now that Tetsurou, the 'nasty neighbor' of your ex boyfriend, your friend, was pretty attractive. How come he didn't have a girlfriend of his own? Did he maybe swing the other way? You shook that thought out of your head when you remembered the stories he would tell of his high school sweetheart.

What happened to her?

While you're lost in thought, you don't hear the front door opening up.

"Here!" Tetsurou shouts, scaring the living daylights out of you. In one hand he's holding two cups of tea with the little tapioca balls at the bottom, and in the other are two straws. You sigh in relief as he sits down next to you, handing you your tea and straw.

"Tetsurou, what ever happened to that girl you dated in high school?" you ask as you stab the straw through the plastic.

"Oh, Alisa? It wasn't too brutal. Our futures were going in different directions and we just fell out of love," he shrugged as you sipped some tea and a few balls of tapioca.

The silence is deafening. Every time you glance at him, you shutter. 'How did I not see how hot he is earlier?' you scold to yourself.

The longer you look at him, the more you get worked up. Your eyes travel downwards to his neck. His Adams apple is sticking out, not too much, but just the perfect amount. They continue downward to his arms, which are framed beautifully by the cotton t-shirt he's wearing. His veins twist across his muscular arm and down to his hands.

Oh god his hands! The roughness of the veins popping out contrast with the smooth, even coloring of his skin. light callouses dot his palms, but for the most part, his hands are soft. perfect for caressing-

Not paying attention, you start to choke on a tapioca pearl. Coughing and wheezing, and with a little help from Tetsurou, you get it out of your windpipe. You pull the straw a little higher to avoid any more tapioca at the moment to catch your breath.

"You alright?" Tetsurou asks, and you nod a little too frantically. He squints his eyes and stares at you for a little bit, seeking confirmation that you're actually ok and not lying to him. Pursing your lips together in a sort-of smile, he takes that as the confirmation he needs and moves back to his drink.

The way he sips on the straw, how his soft, supple lips form around the straw and suck. The way the tea he's drinking dribbles down his chin just a little bit. The way he moves his thumb over his chin to wipe it up.

It shouldn't be getting you this worked up.

"So, is there anything you want to do now?" Tetsurou asked, reaching for the remote as if to imply that they should watch something on the TV. The way his arm flexes as he reaches across you.

You can't take it anymore.

"I want you to fuck me!" you blurt. As soon as the words left your lips, your hands shot up to cover your mouth.

Now it is his turn to choke on his tea. He drops the remote and it breaks apart on the wooden floor. Your hands migrate from your mouth to cover your face. This has to be the most embarrassing moment in your life.

"W-what?" Tetsurou asked, finally catching his breath. You keep your hands on your face, as if they are glued in place. The last thing you want is to look at him, much less in the eye.

"Ju-just ignore what I said! It's not important!" you frantically wave your hands around, hoping maybe they can help you fly away from the current situation.

Alas, you are merely human, and must suffer through the consequences of your actions.

Frantically, you shoot up from your seat, mumbling a string of farewells as you walk toward the door. However, you do not make it far, as you find your hand encapsulated in Tetsurou's as he yanks you back onto your spot on the couch.

"You can't just leave after saying something like that," Tetsurou mumbles. His ears are burning bright red while his cheeks are dusting a soft pink.

"Don't worry about it, I'll just download tinder and relive my frustrations there," you stutter, trying to stand up. However, under Tetsurou's grip and stare, your attempts are rendered futile. Fully realizing the situation, you sigh and throw your head back against the back of the couch.

"Fine," you mumble, blushing, "sorry for making you uncomfortable, I definitely did not mean to say that out loud."

Silence.

Unsure of what to do, you start to explain yourself.

"I'm just so frustrated, and I just wanted to... you know... get him back, like an eye for an eye type of deal," yo ramble on.

Tetsurou dropped his head into the palms of his hands, nodding his head left and right.

"And while you were gone, I kinda realized how attractive you were and i-"

"I never said I wouldn't, did I?" Tetsurou asked, not lifting his face out of his hands.

With that statement, the air is sucked out of your lungs. Your heart beats faster in your chest, while simultaneously wrapping itself tight within your body.

"No, uh, you don't have t-"

""Honestly, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to... for a while now," Tetsurou admitted, "So I'll do it, my only rule being that we won't go all the way today."

You press your fists into your plush thighs. "Why not? You literally just admitted that you were attracted to me," you ask.

"Because I don't want to give myself false hope."

"Why would fucking give y-" you tried to ask before Tetsurou interrupted your interruption.

"You just broke up with your long time boyfriend, a messy break-up I may add. Your emotions are all over the place. I really like you, (y/n), I just don't want to be your rebound. I want to be with you because you truly like me, not to get back at your shitty ex next door." He let out, like a breath held underwater.

"Oh," you whisper. He made a great point. What were your intentions right now? Was this all a ploy to get revenge on your ex? Did you actually like Tetsurou that way?

Did it really matter?

"So what?" you ask, stunning Tetsurou into silence.

Tetsurou swallows the lump in his throat and asks you to clarify.

"Well, there is a mutual attraction, and we both clearly want this, why don't we just go for it and see what happens?" you ask.

The pause is long and silent. Tetsurou’s eyes were looking everywhere but at you. Did he actually want this? Yes, but in this way? He took a glance in your direction and saw you still staring down at your tea, swiveling the ice around in circles.

You were definitely a sight for sore eyes in Tetsurou’s ever so humble opinion. The way your face was tinted the slightest red color made his heart melt. He would never forgive his neighbor for what he did to you, making your larger than life personality look small and meek.

Overwhelmed with feelings of both attraction and adoration, he simply couldn’t help himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t do this, but after all this time of him secretly crushing on her from a distance, he just couldn’t hold out anymore.

He grabbed your face and turned it toward him, crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss became more feverish as the seconds passed. A simple peck turned into moments of locking lips, trying to taste each other.

His lips were thin, however soft, with the slight sting of mint chapstick tingling your tongue. You decided to take initiative and slipped your tongue out to taste his bottom lip. He took the signal and included his tongue in the dance, the two muscles stroking together as he grasped the hair on the back of your head and pulled you closer.

As the make-out session continued, the two of you started to position yourselves on the couch; you lying against the armrest and him balancing himself on top of you. Once in this position, his hands started to wander across your body.

Every curve of yours was not left without attention. His hands traveled from behind your head to your chest, from your chest to down your stomach, from your stomach to your thighs, and finally spread your thighs apart to gain access to your covered core, where you wanted to feel his hands the most.

His kisses started trailing south to the crook of your neck, moving from kissing to sucking as he started to rub your clothed slit. An airy gasp escaped your lips, enjoying all the sensations you were feeling at the moment. Once he was satisfied by the purple bruise left just above your collarbone, he started to sit up, causing you to whine from the loss of contact.

Your whining soon stopped however when you noticed him grabbing at your shorts, working to pull them down. As he started to pull down, your breath got caught in your throat, causing it to be held in. Flinging your shorts and panties behind him, he gently kissed your thigh and asked, “Do you still want this, you seem a little tense?”

“Yes!” you gasp a little too fast. His breath was so warm against your wet pussy, teasing you to the point of no return.

“Ok, you have to let me know if you get too overwhelmed or want to stop at any point,” he says before diving down. You are about to acknowledge him until a heavy gasp escapes your lips before you can give your confirmation.

Tetsurou didn’t hesitate going down on you. He simply couldn’t wait any longer. Simply pumping his fist wasn’t doing it for him anymore.

He started to kiss, flick, and suck at your clit, making you breathe harder with the rising pleasure. His movements were soft and light, but they were shaking your very core. He grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders, giving him more access.

His movement was simple, something you could easily replicate with your fingers and maybe a quality toy, but that didn’t change how it was working on you. Your heavy breaths turned into soft whimpers as the pleasure began to bubble up.

You were progressing nicely, but Kuroo didn’t think it was progressing fast enough. To remedy his frustrations, he rubbed his fingers against your wetness, slicking it up to start thrusting into you.

The anticipation of his fingers slipping into you made your whimpers louder. He switched up his mouth to sucking your clit between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue and slowly inserted a finger. He pressed the pad of his finger against the ceiling and started to thrust in and out, rubbing against the entirety of your g-spot softly.

This new sensation had you bucking your hips and bubbling over with pleasure, pretty much ripping the orgasm out of you. Tetsurou smiled as you rode out your orgasm, moaning and whimpering small vowel sounds.

The orgasm was nice, but Tetsurou knows you can be louder, he's definitely heard you get louder at least.

Before you can fully recover from your high, his lips reattach to your clit and insert two fingers into you. The moan that escaped your lips was loud and almost pornographic. He smirked, knowing your shit ex next store most likely heard it.

Although, he knew that the fun this round was only just beginning.

Instead of thrusting his fingers in and out, he started to press his fingers up against you, as if he was motioning for you to come here.

The new motion of his fingers mixed with his lips sucking and tongue flicking at your clit was causing you to sprint to the edge way too fast. You couldn’t hold back your moans by control alone, so you bit the back of your hand in an attempt to suppress the noise.

Tetsurou was having none of that today. Using his other hand, he rips your arm away from you, silently implying that he wants to hear how loud you were being.

You try to ground yourself by grasping the armrest behind you, although that doesn’t do much to stop yourself from the orgasm that's rising far too quickly.

Your moans are getting louder and louder as you get closer and closer. Tetsurou has you teetering on the edge as his movement gets faster and faster. Soon your coil snaps and you find yourself cumming harder than you ever have before.

You thrash your head side to side as your hips buck up toward his fingers. He removes his lips and fingers and starts to quickly rub his fingers back and forth on your clit as you ride out your orgasm, extending the peak longer than what you're used to.

As you start to once again come down from your high, you hear soft chuckling coming from Tetsurou. You look up to find his shirt soaking wet.

“Di-did i-i do that?” You ask, afraid of the answer.

“If you’re referring to the squirting, yes, you just did. Hard,” Kuroo smirks, causing your already flushed face to burst even more red in embarrassment. Instinctively, you hide your face behind your hands, as if you could magically disappear if you couldn’t see him.

“Pretty hot,” he mutters to himself before beginning to suckle on your inner thigh, allowing you to completely come down before going back at it. Beyond your blissful sighs, Tetsurou heard your phone buzzing in the background.

Blocked Number.

An evil smirk came to his face as a sinister idea popped into his mind. While you were blissfully unaware of your phone buzzing, Tetsurou opened your phone and unblocked your ex, just to see if he was reacting to the pretty sounds you were making.

And reacted, he did.

Countless messages flooded your phone after Tetsurou unblocked his number, with messages ranging from ‘come back, let’s talk baby,’ to ‘you better not be with Kuroo right now.’ The final message read, “I know that’s you at Kuroo’s apartment, you fucking bitch.”

“Tetsurou, what are you doing?” you ask, finally in grip with reality.

“Just giving your ex a bit of a show,” he replied, diving right back in.

Breathlessly, you grasp his bed head, trying to get a grip on your once again slipping reality. In the heat of the moment, he pushed your thighs down to each side, revealing your flushed pussy. While flicking his tongue on your clit once again, he snapped a selfie. In the frame was his face, smirking with his tongue out flicking your clit. To make the picture even better, your manicured hands were in view, gripping his hair in pleasure.

Perfect for a porn twitter account.

Tetsurou typed out ‘your loss, pal,’ and sent the text, blocked your ex’s number once again, and tossed your phone to the side, getting back to work, soon bringing you to your third and final orgasm.

After cleaning you up and bringing you a glass of water, Tetsurou snuggled up to you under a cozy blanket. As your endorphins went down, the pure dread of what your ex did came back.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N), do you regret what we did?” Tetsurou asked, the expression of pure concern expressed on his face.

“No, I’m just angry about this whole thing! Three years gone!” you shutter, trying to hold back tears. Tetsurou held you tighter.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face.

For the next ten minutes, you were crying into his chest as he rubbed you back and whispered soothing words.

As you calm down and sip your water, Tetsurou breaks the silence saying, “We need to talk about what just happened and what we are.”

You don’t reply, instead, you stare off to the side past Tetsurou’s shoulder.

“I kinda like you, but I’m not sure,” you meekly reply.

“Understandable. I want you to sleep on the idea of us. After you think of it, I want you to call me. Then we can get dinner.”

Space is what she needs, and space is what Tetsurou is willing to give her.

“Sounds great, but can I stay a little longer?” you ask, nuzzling seemingly closer into his warmth.

“Stay as long as you need, sweetie.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #y/n #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurō #tetsurou kuroo smut #kuroo x you #kuroo x reader smut #smut #lemon #do people still use lemon?#oh well im using it #cheating

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blownbybakugou · 3 years

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Hello! I’m the short s/o anon and I would love a part 2! I was cracking up when I read the head cannons (my b for not noticing that you don’t write for Sero btw) For part two I don’t mind Mirio, Aizawa, Hawks, and Kirishima. Now two of these guys are a bit tougher than the last ones since Mirio is...chile, look at him. A kick won’t do shit and Aizawa is a pro hero that would reverse it or see it coming. I can see Hawks and Kiri getting caught off guard, but let’s make the s/o into a true feral gremlin. 😎

Let’s give em a strong quirk! Either super strength (what could possibly go wrong? :D). Like they’ll yeet buses with no issue, so they’ll walk off before throwing a whole book case or table at anyone calling them short or they could turn into a demon-like monster (with horns) and maul tf outta her victims 😈

Hello short Anon! It’s cool, not a lot of people saw my character post, so it’s not your fault. And thank you for your requests, I need lots of them to get me through some shit rn. Feel free to request a part 3 as well :)).

Part 1 || Part 3

Mirio, Aizawa, Hawks and Kirishima w/ a Short Badass S/o (Who also has a Super Strength Quirk)

Mirio

He’s just there, chillin,

And then he sees you walking up to him.

His immediate response reaction is to say,

“Hey my little ball of Sunshine!”

But of course, your mind zeros in on the part of little.

You activate your quick and kick him in the shins,

Watching him double over in surprise.

He picks up on your anger of the word ‘little’ quickly,

And he never dares say that again.

He instead calls you his strong ball of sunshine,

Just so he can make you happier.

He never experienced the withdrawal of kisses,

Mostly because he leaned down from the beginning.

He could never live without your kisses.

Legit,

He lives and prides off of those pecks you give him

So it’s certain he will just lift you up,

And kiss you himself.

He doesn’t like watching you hurt others,

But “Timber bitch” might just be his new favorite one liner.

Smiles wider whenever you say it too.

Aizawa

It’s become a game at this point.

The game is called,

“Can s/o take down the Aizawa”

The overall turnout is:

No.

This man got some heavy defense skills.

So he calls you whatever tf he wants.

Nothing you can do about.

It goes a little something like this:

“What do you want little one?”

“Tf you call me?”

*Attempts to drop kick him*

*Blocks professionally*

“Not today, tiny kit.”

And you think removing affection will do something?

Newsflash,

IT DOESN’T DO SHIT

He was a recluse way before he met you,

That isn’t gonna change just because he is in a relationship.

What you can do, is hide his sleeping bag away from him

And get a days worth of no teasing from telling him where it is.

Or, he might just bribe you with cuddles.

Because no one can resist that shit.

Hawks

He can feel you coming from a mile away smh

He will purposely slide a short comment your way

and then wait for you to strike...

Then he’ll fly up into the air and let you tumble to the ground.

He finds it hilarious

Take his kisses.

Right away.

He will act all nonchalant about it,

But he is weak for you affection.

So you’ll probably see him on the floor with his pride in a million shards next to him

Begging for you to kiss him.

Just give in.

Please, he needs it.

(But give him a kick in the gut for messing with you when he doesn’t expect it)

He really enjoys watching you take down people who call you short,

The way he should be taken down

So he records all the moments he sees,

So he can make a collage out of them to show your future children.

If you think you aren’t having children,

Think twice.

Hawks has a breeding kink the size of life,

And you’re just gonna have to deal with that.

Kirishima

He would honestly take the hit.

Just because he loves you so much,

And it was kinda unmanly of him to call you short in the first place.

So he just lets you kick him,

And he falls and laughs at your quip.

Again, he leans down so you can kiss him.

He doesn’t want you to strain yourself for something he wants.

You probably want it too but no one has to know that

He usually intervenes if you are attacking someone else

But if it’s someone who deserves it,

Like Mineta,

He’ll be watching and listening from the sidelines.

“YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO SPEAK MINI GRAPE”

“Get ‘em baby!”

and let’s be honest,

He won’t call you short too often anyway,

Because that’s unmanly.

I already got a request for Part 3. Jeez, you guys really like my shitty writing o-o

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗𝙱𝚢𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 ©

#bnha x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #mha kirishima #kirishima #kirishima x reader #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks x reader #aizawa headcanons #aizawa x reader #mirio x reader #mirio fanfiction #mirio x you #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa

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turtleduck-inc · 3 years

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With 146,000 deaths due to COVID-19 in the UK as of March, up to 1.5 million potential years of life have been lost, with those who died losing up to 10 years of life on average. Almost three quarters of those who died were aged over 75, with people in this age group losing an average 6.5 years of life.

But it’s okay that because average age of covid deaths is (now) higher than average life expectancy because they’re old anyway so fuck em. When your lack of understanding of how averages works causes you to turn a blind eye to people suffering and families grieving it becomes more than a problem of you just being really shit at maths.

i'm not sure you quite understood the point of what i was saying.

if the average age of death for covid is well over 85, the vaccine doesn't stop you getting and spreading it anyway (which it doesn't, it just lessens your symptoms), and the indian variant currently going around comes with symptoms like a headache, sore throat, and a runny nose, it stands to reason that, if you're in your 30s or younger, and the vaccine doesn't even stop you catching or spreading it, reasons for getting vaccinated are very limited.

similarly, any attempt to force younger people to get it seems like a massive overreach, because it is. because there's no reason to make them but to lessen their own, already minimal risk.

you know, everyone is sick and tired of you people. "oh no less than 150,000 people died in a country with millions of citizens over a year and a half, you have to throw away your life and freedoms, and take the economy out the back and shoot it in the head because you don't you're a bad person and you want granny to die." newsflash: people die. covid-19 is just one of the many ways they do, and it actually makes up a minuscule percentage of causes of death in the uk, but you don't see anyone flipping their shit and demanding we grind society to a halt over any of the things that kill more people, because death is just part of life, and as much as it sucks, we can't change that, so we do the only thing we can do: get over it and move on with our lives.

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Todoroki x reader- Fix you with gold

Angst + Villain reader Au

Quirk: kintsugi- you can manipulate strings of gold hardening it as soon as you need to you can also remelt it.

Crimson lights flooded the bare brick room as you watched from the corner waiting for your dear hero to wake up. Shoto todoroki. You had been well acquainted a few years back. When you haven't been coined as (y/n) (y/ln) the UA traitor but now, well not so much for obvious reasons.

Thankfully, the boy you had once loved more than anything was chained up against a chair with his head hanging low avoiding the glare of the red filter. No no this isn't your boring old yandere simulator storyline. You had no intentions of killing everyone who looked at your dear peppermint boy, you had no of killing him because you loved him that was just absolutely ridiculous... no, you were killing him because he was a hero. But was he really?

Your chair screeched as you pulled it along behind you appearing from your corner and sitting yourself down drinking a lovely tea from a beautiful porcelain cup... well, beauty is subjective. "Good morning shoto" you greeted, your cheery attitude slipping between your grit teeth. Yes, today would be a good day "lovely day, isn't it? For a little chit chat hm?" silence. Once again your response was silence "oh come on my little hero I know you're not dead. Yet" it was a fun game you two had. You would talk, he would not, but all your conversations were rather one-sided and you decided chess was more fun with 2 people. Today was going to be the day you broke him once again.

"Shoto, are you interested in what would happen to you if you keep up this silly game of silence?" you asked and finished off the tea spinning the handle around your index finger. You stood up and launched the cup against the wall fragmenting into small pieces that rained down like drops of blood, he winced knowing that the cup was expensive and not easily found. rich boys and their pottery. "I wonder how easily you shatter compared to a teacup. Shall we find out?"

You put your finger on his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His mismatched eyes bore into you with sadness "I used to love you" he whispered. You let go of him and maniacal laugh erupted from inside you which bounced off the walls into his ears "Shoto you still love me. You want me to change my ways and go back to the way I was, maybe join you as your sidekick hm?" he looked at you his eyes wide with the kindling of hope "WELL NEWSFLASH HERO I never was that girl. I was a lie, a book wrote and edited to suit you" you watched as the hope dwindled away the kindles blowing out in the icy wind of your words you leaned down to his ear and whispered "everything you saw in me was an illusion. I could never be a hero, do you know why? Because heroes aren't real"

you stood back up stretching your arms behind your back a Cheshire smile graced your face. "you still have so much time to join me sho, no ones coming to find you, dearest" you sat back down on your chair leaning forward on your hand "you're a villain (y/n) there isn't a way in hell you could convince me to come to your side" you bit the inside of your cheek and pushed yourself off the chair and walking up to him, your face barely inches apart. You kicked his chair over, flicking a butterfly knife out holding it close to his neck "NO. I'M THE GOOD GUY HERE I-IM THE GOOD ONE. YOUR NO HERO I'M CLOSER TO A HERO THAN YOU'LL EVER BE" you spat while he struggled on his back like a helpless tortoise. You were in the right of course you were. Heroes aren't real anymore just read the news the hierarchy was crumbling and the ones who were at the top had the furthest to fall.

No one needs saviours anymore. "Your insane (y/n) your sick please just let me help you" you hated it when they told you that "SHUT UP. I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT. I'M NORMAL. YOU'RE THE SICK ONE YOU KNOW WHY" you pushed the knife up drawing pinpricks of blood that trickled to the floor slowly "because you crave to feed a hunger you cannot satisfy. You want to save as many people as possible, lock up all the villains yes?" he couldn't look away from the intense expression that hadn't left your face since he told you you were a villain "what happens when you lock up the villains hm? When you run out of people to save? Who runs wild through the city then? You pump out heroes every day leaving less and less for you and between you and me it looks like your going to run out of us soon" you pulled the knife back and todoroki released the breath stored up. Now he looked at it, you weren't wrong? What would happen when the villains disappeared. The heroes that were supposed to make people feel safe no matter what had struck fear into the hearts of every civilian in the world, no one dared to steal, to murder, to light their fires across the country for them to trace back to a warehouse in the middle of the wood?

No, he couldn't be thinking about that. He was a hero through and through you wouldn't change his mind with a petty butterfly knife. You scoffed at his pathetic state squirming under you and stood up pulling his chair back up along with you "you're still so handsome shoto, it really would be the biggest shame to ruin you" you sighed remembering a time when you truly wanted to be with him no matter what. But your ideologies just weren't compatible. "Do you know what happens when you mix bleach and rubbing alcohol?" you pulled a bottle of anti-septic out of your pocket and slipped a white cloth down from your sleeve to your hand "no answer? Or are you being ignorant again" he pursed his lips keeping his words sealed in the front of his mouth "fine. Let me show you." you poured the anti-septic on the cloth and walked up to the gorgeous boy in front of you stooping down "last chance my love" he looked at the wall and you groaned in annoyance. You forced the cloth in front of his mouth and nose and smiled sweetly "you make chloroform"

Day 2

Well, it turns out yesterday wasn't the day. But he was getting close you could feel it, you would take a slightly softer approach today there was another name for this, manipulation. "Morning shoto, are you feeling chatty today?" he looked up from his chair quickly when you entered. Despite what others thought, you weren't completely heartless, you would bring him food and water, and for a hostage, it was pretty good food. Maybe it was the remnants of your love that made you treat him differently. You unlocked his chains and passed him his plate. He knew there was no chance of escape, he had tried and failed a hundred times, he couldn't use his quirk in this room, and you were waiting around every corner when he tried to run.

"You know what I really don't understand shoto?" you wandered around the ruby room admiring the walls that kept him inside "when I first met you you said you despised your father and you would go against him in every way possible" he ceased eating at the mention of his father his appetite suddenly lost in the crowd of emotions "so why even become a hero. Why did you not run off? be the opposite of what he ever told you to be?" you were getting there you could feel it ripping through the air. He was lost, and confused? Who did he want to be? Certainly not anything like his father? Why did he ever want to be a hero? To save children who had to bear what he bore, why should he care for them if no hero ever cared for him "as I see it your father is worse than ever is he not? He lost Touya, he can't find you, he's wearing fuyumi and natsuo away desperate to have his perfect creation. Wouldn't now be the best time to join me sho" the plate hit the floor splitting apart just like his own sanity. Here we go. This would be so fun.

You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him and picked up the pieces of the broken plate stacking them in your hand "you've heard of kintsugi I assume?" of course he had he grew up with everything, he nodded hesitantly his dual coloured fringe hanging in front of his eye as he leaned over watching you intently. You started laying the pieces of the plate out like a jigsaw fitting them together perfectly "if you just took my offer sho..." you started pushing the pieces together and lines of gold brushed over the old cracks, you lifted up the plate and put it on his lap "I could fix you up with gold" you whispered he gulped and traced his finger over the gold that welded the plate making it better than before. "We could get to know each other again. Love each other REALLY love each other shoto please I'm begging you" you really hated playing the broken lover card especially to someone you truly did love, and of course, you wanted to know him all over again but the begging really was a chore you had to fake so much emotion.

"I-i missed you (y/n) I really did I want you to come back to me the way you were before. Don't do this please" he begged. He knew this was it. He couldn't hang on any longer he had missed you for so long he couldn't stand being away from you again and ... you were right! Why should he strive to be a hero when none had ever cared for him when he was almost dead, beaten up by his own father who had the audacity to call himself a hero. He was nothing more than the creature to be puppeteered by Viktor Frankenstein. "THIS IS ME. can't you see that shoto this is who I am? The way I was before was fictional I tailored for you" you brushed your hand across his scarred cheek and brushed his hair out of his face "but you could know me, you could love me like this, couldn't you. You just need to join my side."

he looked at you, taking in your details for the first time in 4 years. You're (e/c) orbs didn't even try to attempt hiding the craziness behind them, the way your grin had a sadistic twist that could make any god coil in fear, your (h/l) (h/c) that was matted and bloody, the way the red light mimicked the bloodlust radiating off of you, yet he could still find comfort in it. "I want to know you," he said in his low monotone voice. The breaking point. You were his breaking point. "Let's get to know each other then hm?"

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not-all-dead · 3 years

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angstpril day four: betrayal

CW: cheating (?), yelling, mentions of miscarriage, earthquakes (?)

fic under the cut

Lin had taken the entire day off of work as a surprise for Tenzin. She knew he’s been stressed recently, his training and researching with Aang taking up more of his time than usual. It didn’t affect her very much, with her work schedule still more hours than his, but she noticed the difference in how he acted. He was more distant, more tired, and bugged her to take time off work much less. She’d planned today out perfectly, even having asked Aang to give him the day off as well once she would arrive.

She was standing in the harbour now, a ferry pulling in. It was still quite early in the morning, but she knew he’d have been up for at least a few hours now, same as her. Once the ferry was emptied of the passengers coming back after a night on the island, she and a few others stepped on.

She took up residence standing near the front of the boat, letting the wind tear through her hair. The air was crisp, but she didn’t mind. She mildly regretted not wearing her usual armour, her button down shirt and tailored pants less twisting awkwardly in the wind. Her knee-length trench-coat whipped around behind her, the buttons undone, as she leaned against the ship’s railing.

The trip was faster than she’d expected. Perhaps it was her good mood, or perhaps the boat really did go faster this time. She didn’t care. She got off as soon as the ferry docked, what could almost be described as a smile sitting on her face.

She shoved her hands in her pockets and began the long walk up to the temple, for once not minding the distance and instead simply enjoying the nature around her. It was a bright day, birds chirping in the trees despite the early hour and the sun hanging low in the sky providing plenty of light. She walked quickly, itching to find Tenzin, excited in anticipation of his reaction to her surprise. The others that had been on the boat with her fell back, taking their sweet time in exploring the island, leaving her to walk in silence. She was glad she could have peace, rather than listening to their annoying babbling.

Her mood stayed up until she got to the temple. She walked down one of the long hallways to where Tenzin usually trained with Aang, surprised to find Aang there alone. She hesitated at the door, worry suddenly rising in her chest. It wasn’t like Tenzin to miss his training. Before she could slip away to search for Tenzin elsewhere, though, Aang noticed her and gestured for her to come in.

“Where is he?” Lin inquired, walking slowly into the spacious earthen room.

“I thought he’d have been with you already,” Aang responded, concern growing on his own face.

“He asked me first thing this morning if he could take the day off, I assumed you’d told him about your plan,” He continued, looking out one of the large windows at the bay in thought.

Lin shook her head and stared at the floor, furrowing her eyebrows. She tried to think of where he could be, and why he would’ve wanted to take the day off. Surely he hadn’t known she was coming… she came up with nothing, and decided to go look for him instead of simply wondering.

“I’ll go ask Kya, and if she doesn’t know I’ll find him myself,” She said, giving Aang a tense smile before turning to go.

She walked back down the hallway, the tenseness in her shoulders increasing with every step. She couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong.

As she reached the end of the hallway, she decided the girls dorms would be the best place for her to find Kya. She rounded the corner, and had just the right luck to slam into a very sleepy Kya.

“Ugh, watch where you’re going,” Kya groaned, rubbing her eyes.

“Good morning to you too,” Lin said with a chuckle.

“Oh, Lin! What are you doing here?” Kya asked, straightening herself out a little and giving Lin a crooked grin.

“Well, I was supposed to be surprising Tenzin, but apparently he decided to take the day off for himself. Any idea where he might be?” Lin cocked her head to the side.

“Hmm…” Kya’s eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in thought.

“He might be in the meditation room, but I honestly have no idea. As you could probably tell, I’ve been awake for all of five minutes,” Kya laughed and Lin rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I could tell. Alright I’ll check there, but if you’re wrong you owe me a sparring match,” Lin said, brushing past Kya to walk to the meditation room.

She heard Kya call something after her, but she didn’t listen. She was worrying about Tenzin again, hoping nothing was wrong.

The meditation room was on the other side of the temple, and though the walk only took Lin a few minutes, it felt like ages. When she got there, the tall doors were closed, and she could see light coming from inside. She stood there for a second, not wanting to be disappointed if Tenzin wasn’t there, before hearing his voice from inside.

“What are you- hey, give that back!” She heard him say, followed by a laugh.

She was sure it was him, but had no idea who he was talking to. She pushed the door open, stepping inside and gazing across the room to where his voice had come from. Her face fell when she saw him.

He was there, alright. He stood with one hand against the wall, his head hunched over. There was a girl standing between him and the wall, holding his air glider easily within his reach, but he made no attempt to take it back. Lin watched in horror and she stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to Tenzin’s. Her heart broke a thousand times when he didn’t push her away, instead kissing her back eagerly.

Lin didn’t realise she’d started to cry until a loud sob escaped her lips. The girl pulled away from Tenzin at the sound, eyes widening when she saw Lin. Tenzin turned to face her, confusion on his face until he saw who was there. He closed his eyes for a second, conflict running across his features before he spoke.

“Lin, this isn’t what it looks like. Please, just-,” Lin didn’t let him finish before she ran out of the room.

She could feel tears streaming down her cheeks, and her breath was uneven and shaky. She ran through the halls of the temple, ripping through the doors and sprinting down the path towards the docks. She didn’t want to think about what she’d just seen. She didn’t want to talk to Tenzin, because that would only force her to accept that it was true.

He’s cheating on me.

The words ran through her brain on repeat almost as fast as she ran from the temple. She tried to block them out, to focus on the burn in her lungs or the fresh scent of pine, but nothing worked.

When she was nearing the dock, her legs finally gave out on her, and she fell to her knees. She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking violently with sobs. She didn’t care that there were people around. She could only see Tenzin, him and that stupid girl.

Everything around her seemed too quiet. She was aware of people walking on the path, most of them making a large circle to avoid her, but none of them spoke. Nobody said a word, to her or anyone else, until the one voice she didn’t want to hear sounded behind her.

“Lin, listen to me. Please, just let me explain,” Tenzin said, sounding slightly out of breath.

He walked slowly towards her, stopping when he was just behind her and placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She growled at the contact, wiping her hands harshly down her face and standing up again. She shrugged his hand off, stalking down the path to put more distance between the two of them.

“Lin, please, wait,” He called after her, keeping her pace a few feet back.

Only when she reached the edge of the dock did she acknowledge him.

“How could you,” She started in a low voice, swiveling to face him.

“How could you!” She repeated, her voice now a scratchy yell.

She noticed people scrambling to get farther from them, from her, and let out a cruel laugh. Somehow, she thought, it was fitting that she was now the monster. She turned her attention back to Tenzin and shook her head, leaning back into her yell as she continued.

“How could you run off with some- some child, after everything we’ve been through! Twenty years, Tenzin, twenty years of my life I’ve given to you. I’ve given you everything I have, my love, my time and attention- everything! And this is what I get, of course,” Lin scoffed and crossed her arms.

“I’ve tried to change for you. I’ve tried to do everything right, to be your perfect little girlfriend. It’s hard, Tenzin, you think you’re the only one with expectations? With pressure on you from every goddamn direction? Well newsflash, buddy, you’re not! I’ve got my own stuff to deal with, but I’ve always put you first. I tossed my life away the second you asked me to, every, single, time! And this is what you give me.” She shook her head again, speaking at a normal volume now despite the anger that was palpable in the air around her.

“You know what, fine. If that’s how you want it to be, that’s how it can be. But don't act like this is my fault, like I’m the one who screwed us up,” She took a step closer to him, glaring up at his guilt-ridden face.

“Everything, Tenzin.” She hissed.

“I did everything for you, I even-,” Her voice broke before she could get the words out.

She turned away from him, tears filling her eyes again. she covered her mouth with one hand to hold back a sob as memories flooded her head. She could suddenly feel the terrible pain that had woken her the first time. The same pain that came at work the second time, and in her apartment the third. The same pain that she’d felt at dinner, only weeks earlier, the fourth time. The last time.

She gasped and held her stomach, almost falling to her knees again. Tenzin hurried towards her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder to steady her. She didn’t pull away this time, instead closing her eyes against the phantom pain. It lessened after a minute and she drew in a deep breath, gathering her strength to speak again.

“It’s because I lost the baby again, isn’t it,” She whispered.

Tenzin was quiet for a moment before he responded. When he did, it was hardly comforting to say the least.

“Lin…” He said, trailing off.

She laughed. She shouldn’t have expected anything less from him. All he cared about was his duty to his father, and having kids was the biggest part of that. She’d never be good enough, not if she couldn’t have kids for him. She’d never been good enough for him, but at least she’d tried.

She straightened her back and felt his arm fall from her shoulder. There was something strange about the feeling, the warmth of him gone and so quickly replaced by cold winds. She felt a million miles away, his body standing next to hers merely a token of what once was. Of what could’ve been.

A ferry blew it’s horn in the distance, signaling it’s arrival soon, and she was pulled back to the present. She stared at the ground numbly, letting her mind focus on the vibrations of the ground beneath her feet. She watched every person who walked by without looking up, noticing every shift and change in pace, every nervous twitch as they passed. Nobody stopped, though, until the ferry was almost at the dock. She shifted her foot to get a better view of who it was that now stood a few feet behind her and Tenzin, and let out a vicious snarl when she saw.

“You,” She growled, spinning on her heel.

Tenzin turned and followed her gaze, quickly realizing who it was she was looking at. He panicked, looking between the two women several times before stepping in front of Lin.

“Lin, leave her out of it. She’s not the one to blame,” He said in a steady voice.

Lin turned her glare up to meet his eyes, fire burning behind their forest green. She reached up and grabbed the collar of his robes, pulling his chest down so they were eye to eye before speaking.

“You’d best get your little wifey out of here, I don’t think she’ll like what’s coming next,” She spat in his face, shoving him towards the girl by the fabric she had gripped tightly in her fist.

He stumbled backwards a few steps, surprise stuck on his face. Lin tapped her foot against the ground, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him. He took the gesture correctly, hurrying to gather his friend and rushing her up the path, sparing a single glance back at Lin. She stood like that until he was completely out of view.

Lin heard the ferry’s horn behind her again, announcing it’s arrival at the dock. She thought about leaving right then, simply escaping and leaving Tenzin to himself, but thought better, or maybe worse, of it.

She shifted so her feet were shoulder width apart, her knees bent, and her hands in open, palms up in front of her. Then, she lifted her right foot and brought it back down hard, clenching her fists at the same time. Her eyes were closed in focus but she couldn’t help but smile with clenched teeth when the ground around her started to violently shake. She slid her right foot forward, sending the earthquake towards the temple, the entire island rocking with the force of it.

There were screams coming from every direction, tourists and Air Acolytes alike panicking in the chaos she’d caused. She shifted her foot one last time, just for good measure, and smiled as the quake intensified once again. She stood up normally and turned to the dock behind her, making her way down the long pier to where the ferry was docked. She smirked at the captain, who was staring at her with his mouth gaping, as she stepped onto the boat.

“Enjoy the show?” She quipped, snapping him out of it.

“I- uh-,” He stuttered, turning quite red.

“Just get me home, would you,” She sighed, walking to where she’d stood on her way over.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” He responded, not checking for additional passengers before pulling away from the pier.

As they headed back to the city and away from the chaos that was now Air Temple Island, Lin let herself cry again. She allowed tears to slip from her eyes, pushed back into her hair by the biting wind, giving herself the short ride to hurt. When she got back to the mainland, it would be back to acting, but for now… for now she could feel guiltlessly.

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justcallmefox89 · 4 years

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Truth or Dare Part 4

The birthday sleep over has completely fallen apart, Mammon and Levi are at each other’s throats, Arianthi backslides into old thoughts and dangerous habits, and Diavolo offers her comfort.

Some good old fashioned angst and NSFW content: Language, blowjob, penetrative sex, face riding, unprotected sex.

Remember everyone, consent is key. Being open and honest with your partner and making sure you’re both on the same page is the sexiest thing you can do for one another. Also - practice safe sex mmmkay? :)

TW: body image and self esteem issues, eating disorders.

Written from the perspective of my female character Arianthi.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Foxy Shazam - Count Me Out

Callum Scott - Dancing on My Own

Meg Myers - Desire

Hozier - Movement

Jess Benko - A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be

“Arianthi! Arianthi! Open the damn door!” Mammon pounds on the door to Arianthi’s room, unable to open it.

“Screaming at her to open the door after you’ve just insulted her on her birthday probably isn’t the best way to get her to let you in Mammon,” Lucifer says coldly.

“I doubt she’d let you in anyway, scumbag,” Satan adds, an angry growl in his voice.

Mammon opens his mouth to snap back, then closes it, unable to come up with a retort.

“Stupid Mammon can’t even defend himself this time,” Asmo mocks. “You just blew whatever shot you had with Arianthi straight to hell.”

Mammon looks at the floor, ashamed. “I didn’t mean it. She’s got to know I didn’t mean it, I was just so.....”

“Jealous? Stupid? Idiotic? Pick a description because they all fit. Newsflash, even a shut in otaku like me knows like you can’t treat the girl you supposedly care about like shit and then expect her to still like you.” Levi glares at Mammon and then tries the doorknob again, agitated.

The door still doesn’t open and he can’t hear any movement inside her room.

Beel looks around worriedly. “She never locks her door. Ever. She always leaves it open so I can go in and get the snacks she keeps for me. And Luke said she might be sick.”

Belphie shares his concern. “Do you think we should have Beel break the door in? In case she’s too sick to answer and needs help?”

For the first time since Lilith, Lucifer looks to be at a loss. Concern for Arianthi and the urge to comfort her battles with his desire to protect her privacy.

Diavolo steps forward to pass a hand over the door and sighs. “It wouldn’t matter if he did. She’s warded the door against us.”

The brothers share a look of surprise.

Mammon is the first to recover his voice. “Where would she even learn ward magic? And why would she start using it now?”

“I taught her.” The demons turn to look at Solomon, who has walked up behind them. “And as to why she’s using it, I’d venture to guess that Mammon’s little attempt to shatter her self-confidence worked, and she doesn’t want to see any of you right now.”

Mammon flushes with shame. “I didn’t mean any of it,” he mutters.

“Then you shouldn’t have said it.” For the first time a sharp tone enters Solomon’s voice.

“Take down the ward,” Lucifer orders him.

Solomon moves to stand in front of Arianthi’s door. “No.”

Lucifer’s eyes gleam red, anger rising. “You may be a powerful sorcerer Solomon, but I am one of the seven lords of the Devildom and I will rip your heart out of your chest without hesitation. Open. The. Door.”

“No.”

Lucifer lunges forward, already shifting to his demon form.

Diavolo stops him with a strong hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re all worried, but maybe Solomon is right. Maybe we should respect her privacy. She’s put up the wards for a reason.”

Levi pushes forward and knocks softly on the door. “Arianthi? It’s me. Can I come in?”

Silence.

“Please Arianthi?”

The demons and Solomon all hear movement behind the closed door and Arianthi’s voice whispering. There’s a soft click and the door opens. Arianthi’s hair has been pulled back into a messy ponytail, her make up removed. A t-shirt that is clearly Beel’s hangs to her knees, over it she wears one of Levi’s hoodies, and a pair of Belphie’s sweats peek out beneath the over sized shirts. She’s obviously been crying.

Something sharp and painful twists in Mammon’s chest. I did this. I made my human cry. I was stupid and jealous and I fucked up. I need to make this right. He moves quickly towards the open door, attempting to push past Levi.

“Arianthi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean -”

Arianthi holds up a hand to cut him off. “Just Levi.” Her voice is soft and hoarse.

Levi slips past Mammon and into the room. Arianthi shuts the door behind him and whispers the incantation to once again ward the door.

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Levi follows me and we both take a seat on my bed, leaning up against the headboard, shoulders touching.

“Luke said he heard you being sick.”

I sigh heavily.

I don’t want to talk about this now. Never talking about it would be ideal. Forgetting this whole shit show of a night would be fantastic.

“I was sick. Then I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I’m fine now.

“Did you make yourself sick on purpose?” Levi asks softly.

I turn to face him, getting my first proper look at his face and his emerging black eye.

“Levi! What happened to your face?” I reach out to touch his cheek, worried.

He gently grabs my hand and pulls it down, folding it between his two large ones. “Don’t change the subject.”

The urge to cry comes on again, hard and fast. “I’m sorry Levi,” I whisper.

He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just........I wish you wouldn’t feel like that’s something you have to start doing again.”

“I’m sorry,” I say again. “It just....it’s hard. I haven’t felt that way in a long time but then......... I just felt this panic and I thought if I could get rid of the food then I would feel better. And if I start doing it again then I can be more like what he wants.......I could be pretty. I could be so much more than this. I could be good enough for him.” I gesture at my body, the tears flowing freely now.

Levi thunks his head back against the headboard of the bed in frustration. He turns me to face him, his thumbs brushing my tears from my cheeks.

“Hey we’ve talked about this. Remember what you told me when Mammon was selling that picture of me? And I was so embarrassed because I didn’t want anyone seeing that much of my body? You told me I was perfect how I was. I didn’t have to look like Beel or Mammon to be attractive. Fuck everyone who thought differently. You loved me. My brothers loved me in their own weirdly deranged ways. You said I didn’t have to change to be like anyone else to be worthy of love and the things that made me different from my brothers were what made me sexy. And then you got Mammon to delete the picture and give me all the Grimm he made from it.”

Levi grins at me. “I think you’re the only person who has ever been able to get Mammon to willingly hand over Grimm.”

I choke back a sob. “I remember.”

“Ok, well I’m telling you the same thing now. Don’t go back to that. Don’t hate yourself, don’t make yourself sick to try to control things, to change things about yourself to make someone else care about you.” Levi gives me a little shake.

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m just a human. Is there some stupid rule here that all demons must be skinny and mind blowingly attractive?”

Levi looks at me for a moment then laughs. I join in, giggling through my tears.

“I mean what I’m saying,” Levi says as he wipes away the rest of my tears. “We all care about you, exactly how you are. If you start to feel like you can’t handle this and need help we can talk to Diavolo. He can send you back to the human realm to get help from the doctors there. I’m sure he’d let you come back after.”

I bite my lip anxiously then nod. “I’ll tell you if I can’t get a handle on it. If I can’t, or you think I’m slipping you can tell Diavolo.”

“Pinky promise?”

I smile, linking my pinky with his. “Pinky promise.”

Levi sighs in relief. “Good. Feel a little better?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so,” I answer, leaning my shoulder against his. “Hey Levi?”

“Mmm?”

"Thank you.”

He smiles at me. “Anything for my Henry.”

“Could you do me a favor? Could you tell Diavolo I want to talk to him real quick? I want to apologize for everything that happened tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I stand up and reach over to my nightstand. I hand Levi a jumble of things; a toothbrush, a D.D.D. charger, some t-shirts, a pair of sunglasses, a white dress shirt.

“Can you give these back to Mammon when you go back out there? Please?”

Levi nods and we walk to the door together. I take down the ward and he slips through the open door.

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“She wants to talk to Diavolo,” Levi tells the crowd assembled outside Arianthi’s door. “She’s upset but she’s not sick anymore.”

A wave of shock ripples through the rest of the brothers. Diavolo nods and quickly enters the bedroom.

“She really doesn’t want to see any of us?” Asmo asks, hurt.

Levi looks at the ground, trying to avoid the upset gazes of his brothers. “It’s nothing personal Asmo. She’s just got some stuff going on right now. Really personal stuff. She can’t talk about it with anyone else. She might though. Soon. Just don’t be mad at her for it, please?”

Asmo nods, still obviously distressed.

“Well, now that I know she’s not sick I’m going to gather up Luke and Simeon and we’ll take our leave,” Solomon says, shooting Mammon one last dirty look before he turns and walks down the hall.

The demons all give him a half-hearted wave goodbye.

Levi remembers the things that Arianthi gave him and quickly shoves them into Mammon’s arms. “Here’s all your stuff that was in Arianthi’s room. She doesn’t want it in there anymore.”

Mammon looks down at this things in horror. There’s a stinging sensation in his eyes, and he suddenly can’t breathe. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and quickly walks to his room without a word to his brothers.

“This is really bad.” Beel looks around at the remaining brothers. “We have to fix this.”

Satan sighs softly. “This might be something we can’t fix Beel.”

“Satan’s right. Ultimately this is going to be between Arianthi and Mammon,” Lucifer says. “The best thing we can do is to let Arianthi know we still care about her and want her in the House of Lamentation.”

He sighs. “Let’s all go to bed. There’s nothing else to do here tonight. I’m sure if Diavolo thinks anything is wrong he’ll let us know before he leaves.”

The brothers all exchange worried glances before they disperse to their bedrooms.

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“Hey.” Diavolo gives me a small smile as he enters my room.

“Hey.” I return the smile and pat my bed. “You can come sit with me if you want.”

“Do you want to put the wards back up?”

I shake my head. “No, just close the door please.”

“Are you feeling better?” The mattress dips under Diavolo’s weight, causing me to slide closer to him.

“Yeah, just a bad moment.”

“I’m sorry Mammon said those things about you.” Diavolo reaches out to take my hand. I involuntarily flinch at the touch of his fingers and he jerks his hand back. “I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

I quickly grab his hand, lacing my fingers with his. “It’s ok Diavolo. I’m just feeling a little off right now.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at me with concern. “I don’t want to make your night worse with my attention if you don’t want it.”

I press a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I’m sure.”

A faint blush stains Diavolo’s cheeks. “And you promise you’re feeling better?”

I grin. He’s absolutely adorable.

“Promise. I have some things I need to work on, but right now I am feeling better.”

He squeezes my hand. “Good.” He pauses for a moment, looking as if he’s trying to gather his thoughts, before he turns and looks earnestly into my eyes.

“Arianthi....... I want you to know that I don’t agree with any of the things Mammon said. And I hope that you don’t let his outburst taint your opinions of other demons...... or of me. I meant what I said earlier tonight, about wanting to get to know you more. I don’t want to push you, because I know that you have feelings for Mammon, but I do hope you’re still open to giving me a chance. And I think our encounter earlier this evening proved that I’m more than slightly attracted to you, just as you are.”

His last sentence comes out in a rushed whisper, and he’s blushing heavily.

“I wouldn’t let something like that change my opinion of you Diavolo,” I respond truthfully. “There are some feelings regarding Mammon that I need to sort through. I really don’t know how all those are going to shake out. I do like you, I enjoy our time together, and I think I made it obvious earlier that I’m attracted to you too. I meant what I said earlier about getting to know you. I’m open to see what could happen between us.”

He smiles and places a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist. “I’m a very patient demon. I’ll follow your lead. Whatever you want, no pressure at all.”

He pushes himself up from my bed. “I should be going. You need your rest.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Good night Arianthi.”

I reach up and stroke his cheek. “Diavolo?’

“Hmmm?”

“Stay with me tonight?” This might be a bad idea, but I really just want him close to me right now. Someone who’s open about how he feels me. Someone strong and handsome who can distract me from this fucked up night.

I just want some comfort. Some cuddles. There’s nothing wrong with that. Right?

He hesitates a moment, shock and pleasure warring across his face. “Are you sure?”

I bite my lip, hesitating a moment before holding my arms out to him. “Cuddle me?”

“Your wish is my command, birthday girl.” He grins at me, bending down to give a tight hug.

I stand up to feel more of him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Thank you.”

He rests his chin on my head. “Anything for you,” he whispers.

We stand that way for a minute, swaying slightly. I feel safe in Diavolo’s arms, like nothing can ever hurt me.

A demon, the Prince of the Devildom no less, is the one who makes me feel safer than I ever have before. I internally roll my eyes and huff a small laugh against Diavolo’s chest.

“Diavolo?”

“Mmm?”

“This is really nice, but can we get into bed? I’m exhausted.” I playfully slump against him to prove my point.

He effortlessly holds me up and chuckles. “Yeah, we can do that. Let me send a message to Barbatos really quickly to let him know he’s free to go home.”

He reaches for his D.D.D. to tap out a quick message.

I pull away to shuck off my hoodie and sweats. I look up to find Diavolo staring at me, eyes wide. I look down at myself, wondering what the problem is.

Beel’s t-shirt is all the way down to my knees, I’m wearing underwear. I’m all covered up. What’s wrong? Panic starts all over again. He hates what he sees. This is a mistake. He knows he made a mistake.

“Everything ok?” I ask anxiously.

“Uh huh. Yep. All good here,” Diavolo says, swallowing nervously.

“Ok.” I smile at him, and slide between the sheets, sinking into my mattress. Diavolo moves to lay beside me, still fully clothed.

I look up at him, confused. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes are you?”

Diavolo’s ears turn red. “I was considering it.”

I stare at him. “Diavolo, we’re both adults here. You can sleep in your boxers. We’ll be ok. If anything happens beyond cuddles it will only be because we both want it. But neither one of us are going to sleep comfortably if you’re still wearing all your clothes.”

He lets out a nervous breath then grins down at me. “You’re right, you’re right.”

He peels off his jacket and shirt, and I stare as his hands move to his belt buckle and he pushes down his pants.

Holy. Fucking. Fuck. Temptation has entered the chat.

I thought Beel was a gorgeous specimen, but Diavolo surpasses even him. Every inch is heavily muscled, perfectly defined. Smooth skin that I want to run my hands over.

I want to climb this man like a tree and never come down. Bad Arianthi. Bad. Quench your thirst.

Diavolo slides under the sheets next to me and we roll onto our sides to face each other.

He reaches out to hold one of my hands. “I really am sorry your birthday ended on such a sour note.”

I squeeze his hand. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry you had to see all that. Besides, it’s not all bad. We’re here, getting to spend time together.”

He gives me a soft smile, and his hand moves up to gently stroke my arm. “That’s true.”

I tense in automatic response to his touch. He’s going to feel how fat my arms are. He’s going to hate what he feels.

Diavolo’s hand stills immediately. “Is this ok?”

I suck in a deep breath and nod, relaxing a little, waiting for the rational part of my brain to take over.

He’s seen my arms before. He already know what they look like. He wouldn’t be here, touching me, spending time with me, if he didn’t want to.

He resumes his gentle stroking, but remains silent. He seems to be considering what he wants to say.

I place a hand on his bare chest and he shivers under my touch. “Diavolo I can hear your wheels turning from here. What’s on your mind?”

He smirks at me. “I always forget how perceptive you are.” He pauses for a minute, choosing his words carefully. “I know that you have some issues with your body.”

I tense up again.

His hand moves away from my arm, stroking the curve of my waist down to my hip. Up and down. His soft touch gradually helps me relax.

“I’m not going to push you to talk about it now. But I hope someday you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about what you’re feeling. Until then I have no problem telling you how gorgeous I find you. How perfect your body is to me. I’ll tell you every day. Every hour. Every minute, if that’s what it takes.”

I lay my head on his chest trying to hide my tears. Happy tears this time. After a couple minutes I regain my composure and look back up at him. Warm golden eyes meet mine, and he smiles down at me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back more tears and give him a small smile. “Thanks. You know, you’re going against every single demon stereotype right now.”

He pulls me to him, holding me tight. He chuckles, and it rumbles deep in his chest. “Maybe so. But as long as I’m making you happy that’s all that matters.”

He pulls back to stare down at me intently. “I just ask that when you do struggle with things like that you talk to me. I might not always be able to make things better, or even understand, but I want you to always be honest about your feelings with me.”

“I can do that. But only if you promise to do the same thing.” I press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I promise.” He moves to kiss my cheek in return, but I turn my head at the last minute, catching his lips with my own.

This kiss is soft, chaste, but he still gives a pleased gasp and tightens his grip on me.

He pulls away suddenly and looks down at me with concern. “I want to kiss you. Really kiss you.”

“Then kiss me.” I tilt my head up, ready for more.

Diavolo frowns and bites his lip. “You’ve had a rough night, and you’re upset. I don’t want to take things further, if you’re not......” He exhales sharply. “I don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re not in a good head space right now.”

Mind. Blown.

Once again, a demon is being more considerate than the majority of humans I’ve dated. He deserves to have the same consideration from me.

“I promise you Diavolo, you won’t be taking advantage of me. I want this. I want you. But if you don’t feel comfortable then I won’t push it and we’ll just cuddle and talk. Or you can leave if you don’t feel ok about that anymore. I won’t be mad. I want you to be comfortable too.”

“I am more than comfortable with this as long as you are.” Diavolo moves in to kiss me again but I press a finger to his lips, stopping him.

“I just want to make sure that I’m being totally transparent with you. I like you, and I do want you. I still want to keep getting to know you. But whatever happens between us tonight I can’t make you any promises that it will lead to anything permanent. If you don’t feel ok doing anything more physical than kissing without a being in a relationship, then I totally understand.” I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

He stays silent for a bit, mulling over what I’ve told him. “I appreciate your honesty. We’ve already decided that we want to keep learning about each other and spending more time together. Sex won’t change what I want, and I won’t ever push you for more than you’re comfortable with. Physically or emotionally.”

Whew. “Same page then?”

“Same page. Can I please kiss you now?”

I giggle and nod, and he surges forward, pressing his lips against mine. I sigh into the kiss, pleasure lighting up every nerve ending. Diavolo licks along my lower lip.

“Open your mouth,” he growls.

I instantly obey and brush my tongue against his. He pulls me tight against him, his tongue soft against mine, expertly teasing me, gentle and exploring. I wriggle against him, desperate for more contact. He grips my hips and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, his mouth never breaking contact with mine.

His hands tug at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I move up to my knees and pull it over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“Fuck.”

Diavolo pulls me further up his body and turns his attention to my breasts. He draws one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue. His hand moves up to cup my other breast, gently stroking and squeezing, before his large fingers start pinching and tugging my nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak. He cups me again, his large palm overstimulating my already sensitive breast.

I card my hands through his hair, tugging slightly and giving a small moan. Diavolo releases my nipple from his mouth with a small pop! and gives me a wicked grin. His hands stroke down my back and move to squeeze my ass. He mouths my neck, teeth nipping against the tender skin.

“Mmmmm. So quiet. Clearly I need to do better. I need you moaning my name. Telling me how good I make you feel. Don’t hold back beautiful. Let me hear you,” he murmurs.

He sucks hard on a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, then soothes it with a soft swipe of his tongue.

“Diavolo!” I shudder against him and he takes the opportunity to lavish more attention on my breasts, kissing and licking, making me squirm above him.

“Mmmm, that’s more like it.” His deep voice sends pleasant vibrations against my skin as he continues to use his mouth on me.

I pull back and look down at him. He’s flushed, breathing quickly, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. “My turn.”

I lightly kiss his lips, moving down his neck slowly. I press sensuous kisses to his chest, licking one of his nipples while I gently scrape the other with my fingernail.

“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth, arching beneath me.

I grin against his chest, slowly moving down his body. I scrape my teeth along his abs and give him a soft bite. One large hand moves down to softly tangle in my hair. I stop my kisses at the waistband of his boxers. His erection strains against the fabric, but I’m not going any further without his express permission.

I look up at him through my lashes and give a small tug on his boxers. “Are you ok with this?”

His hand tightens in my hair. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

“Perfect.”

I give his stomach one last kiss and palm him through thin fabric. His hips arch up and he ruts against my hand, the front of his boxers already wet with pre-cum.

I pull his boxers down, slowly freeing his erection. He lifts his hips, speeding the process along. I quickly toss away his discarded boxers, and reach out to stroke him.

He’s huge.

I suddenly have doubts about how he’s going to fit in my.......well anything really. Then Diavolo moans my name and everything else disappears.

I continue to stroke him, relishing the velvet feel of his skin against my hand. I lower my head to give him kitten licks, slowly swiping my tongue against the head of his cock and his slit, lapping up his pre-cum.

“Fuck.” Diavolo fists his hands into my hair. “More. Please.”

It’s a heady feeling, having the prince of the Devildom beneath me and begging for my mouth. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking, continuing to stroke his shaft, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth.

Diavolo tries to keep his hips still, but he can’t help thrusting up into my mouth, greedy for more contact. I gag, my eyes tearing up, but I continue on, his pleasure the only thing on my mind. I eventually remove my hand, my mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. It’s a messy, sloppy blow job, but from his groans of pleasure I don’t think he minds.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Diavolo breathes, those words somewhere between a plea and a prayer.

I reach between his legs to cup his balls, my mouth still wrapped around his thick cock. His hips buck, his back arching off the bed, and I can feel the muscles in his thighs tighten. He tugs on my hair, pulling me off of him, and I release his cock reluctantly.

“Something wrong?” I ask with a grin, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” Diavolo’s chest is heaving and he grips my wrists tightly.

I arch an eyebrow at him. “And that’s bad because.......?”

He growls and yanks me up his body. “Because I need to taste you. Now. And when I cum I’m going to cum inside you. I want to see your face when I mark you as mine for the first time.”

He keeps pulling me up until my thighs are resting on either side of his head. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Hold on to the headboard.”

“Wha-? Oh god!” I lose my train of thought as Diavolo gives a sharp bite to the inside of my thigh. He turns his head and brushes kisses along the other.

He brings a finger up and slowly circles my clit.

“So pretty,” he mumbles. “And so wet. Just for me.”

He lazily swipes his finger through my folds, up and down, before returning to press on my clit.

I grip the headboard, panting. “Diavolo..... no teasing.”

He presses one finger into me, stretching me. He strokes slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

I whimper and attempt to move my hips. One large hand grabs my thigh, holding me still. Diavolo adds a second finger, stroking in and out, working me into a frenzy.

My grip on the headboard tightens. “Your mouth, use your mouth. Please,” I beg.

Diavolo continues his maddeningly slow pace, pressing his thumb against my clit for further stimulation.

“I can’t hear you princess. Be a little louder for me. Use your words.” He blows a breath of cool air against my heated core and I shiver, tightening around his fingers.

“Diavolo please! I need your mouth on me. Please!” I’m no longer worried about keeping quiet. The whole House of Lamentation could hear me for all I care. My one need is to feel Diavolo’s mouth on my pussy. NOW.

He laughs and gives my thigh one last kiss. “Good girl.” He slowly and deliberately swipes his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck!”

He removes his fingers and presses an open mouth kiss against me, his tongue stroking through my folds. “You taste even better than I imagined you would.

My hips buck. “More,” I mewl helplessly.

Diavolo’s hands grab my hips roughly and he plunges his tongue inside me. I scream, overwhelmed by the sensation. He keeps a firm grip on me, never allowing me to move away. He begins using his hands to guide my hips in an up and down rhythm, his tongue thrusting in and out.

He’s making me fuck his face.

Everything begins to fade around me. Nothing matters but the sensation of Diavolo’s tongue between my thighs.

“Diavolo..........Diavolo I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.” I’m a whimpering mess, unable to do anything but hold tight to the headboard and let pleasure sweep me away.

He removes his mouth from me long enough to say, “Then cum for me Arianthi. I need you on my tongue.”

His presses a finger against my clit, circling it roughly while he resumes fucking me with his tongue. Tension gathers in my core, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

“Diavolo!” I scream, shuddering against him. My vision flashes white as my orgasm takes over. He continues to stroke and lick me through my release, lapping up everything I give him.

I’m trembling when he eases me off of him and lays me back on the mattress. He rolls over on top of me, grinning and looking pleased with himself.

He brings his mouth to mine and gives me a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I moan into the kiss, greedy for more of whatever he wants to give me.

“Good?” he whispers against my lips.

“Try amazing,” I whisper back, lacing my hands behind his neck and bringing him down for another kiss.

He breaks the kiss and laughs, moving to settle his hips between my thighs. He reaches between us to stroke his cock a few times, using the head to tease my already overstimulated clit.

He looks up and meets my eyes. “Is this ok? Do you still want this?”

I nod and tilt my hips up to meet his. “I want this.”

He slowly pushes the head of his cock into my pussy. I tense slightly and he stops.

He’s so big. How is he this big? Are all demons this big? Goddamn Diavolo you could split a girl in half.

Diavolo presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Relax baby. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be so gentle with you.”

My body melts into his, soothed by his sweet words. He continues pressing into me, inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch.

“You’re so beautiful Arianthi. And so wet for me. Such a tight fit baby. Like you were made just for me. Fuuuuuuuuck...... I love the way you feel.” Diavolo murmurs against my neck, kissing and nuzzling me between endearments.

He lets out a beautifully obscene moan once he’s fully sheathed, and gives me time to adjust to his size. I’m panting, already overwhelmed by the feel of him.

“Are you ok if I move?”

“Fuck yes,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his.

He pulls out, only to thrust back in slowly, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can. I throw my head back against my pillows and close my eyes, reveling in sensations. His cock inside me, his lips on my neck, the feel of his hair between my fingers, the weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress.

Diavolo continues to slowly thrust, building our mutual ecstasy. I feel his mouth against my ear.

“Look at me,” he orders, nipping at my earlobe.

I gasp and focus my eyes on his face.

“I want your eyes on me princess.” He snaps his hips against mine, increasing his pace. “I want you looking at me when you cum, knowing it’s me that made you feel this way. I don’t want you thinking about Mammon. I want all your attention on me and how good I make you feel.”

“Yes,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“What’s that baby?” Diavolo thrusts into me hard, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Only you Diavolo. Only you,” I cry out.

He gives me a feral grin. “Good girl.”

He deepens his thrusts, grinding against me every time our hips meet. He holds himself up on one forearm, bringing his other hand between us, fingers sliding down my stomach to rub against my clit.

I scream his name, fingertips digging into his shoulders. I’m coming undone, quickly. Diavolo feels me tensing beneath him and kisses me, tongue entering my mouth and mimicking the movements of his cock.

I break away, gasping for air. “Diavolo I’m going to -”

“Me too.” He’s breathless, chasing his own orgasm. He rests his forehead against mine. “Please look at me. I need to see you.”

I open my eyes and he looks down at me, eyes glazed with lust. His hips stutter and his thrusts become sloppy. He pushes into me one last time, and I feel the warmth of his release as he cums, moaning my name. The sensation of his cock twitching inside me sends me over the edge, and I bury my face into his neck as my pussy clenches around his cock.

We’re both breathing hard when I pull back to look at him, and he leans down to repeatedly press soft kisses to my lips. He stays inside me as we kiss and hold each other for a few minutes, reluctant to separate.

“Are you ok?” Diavolo whispers, nose nuzzling my cheek.

“That was ........ I can’t....wow....you’re amazing,” I answer, giggling as his nose tickles me. “Are you ok?”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this happy.” He smiles down at me, giving me one last kiss before he pulls out and stretches out beside me. He curls into the position of big spoon and pulls me tight against his chest, one arm wrapping around me protectively.

He kisses the back of my neck, and pulls the blankets over us. “I think we’ve earned a little rest.”

I nestle back into the warmth of his chest and relax, listening as Diavolo’s breathing becomes slow and even. I close my eyes, settling into the comfort of his body against mine when a sudden noise makes my eyes fly open.

I scan my bedroom before my gaze settles on my door, cracked open, light from the hallway spilling into my room. My eyes fly up and land on the pale face staring at me from the doorway.

Oh, fuck.

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Mammon wanders the hallways of the House of Lamentation, miserable over the way things had happened at Arianthi’s party. He can’t sleep, sick to his stomach that he had let his jealousy and pride hurt the person that he cared about the most.

I gotta find a way to make this up to her, to show her I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. It was so stupid. All I need is a chance to apologize and I’ll promise to never do it again. I just need to get her to listen to me for five minutes so I can give her the birthday present I got her and tell her how I really feel.

A cry catches his attention and he follows the sound to investigate. He ends up in front of Arianthi’s door. It’s barely cracked open and he can hear whimpers coming from inside her room. Worried that she may be sick again he softly pushes the door open a little wider. What he sees makes vomit rise in his throat and tears spill down his cheeks.

Diavolo is on top of Arianthi, thrusting his cock into her slowly and whispering things Mammon can’t hear. What he can hear is Arianthi moaning in pleasure as she writhes beneath Diavolo, bucking her hips up to meet his every thrust. He watches in horror as they cry out in pleasure together, then gently kiss and whisper to each other as they come down from their shared high.

What did I do? Did I fuck up this badly? Or has this been going on right under my nose the whole time? No, no, Arianthi’s not like that. I did this. I pushed her away every time she started to get close. This happened because I fucked up. I didn’t treat her right, I didn’t let her know I cared. This is on me.

Mammon roughly wipes the tears from his cheeks as he watches Diavolo wrap himself around Arianthi and they settle in to sleep. He can hear Arianthi’s sigh of contentment as she cuddles back into Diavolo.

He stares at them a moment longer, something deep and ugly taking root in his chest. Rage, jealousy, pain, love, and regret war inside him, each begging to be released.

That should be me. She’s MY human. MY girl. I’m her FIRST man. That should be ME.

Mammon’s breath catches as Arianthi’s eyes snap open and focus on him. He looks at the person he loves above all others, tears falling openly down his face, as she gazes back at him in shock from the comfort of another demon’s arms.

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Remus's Untitled Machine-inator

Remus created a machine that could tickle people. Amazingly, Logan walks right into his machine and becomes the guinea pig! But Remus wasn't prepared for the adorable laughter, or for Logan's confession about his laugh...

This is Tickletober Day 30: Machine

Remus was smiling to himself as he placed the dummy into place. Instead of using the automatic handcuffs like he would for a real person, Remus manually attached the comfy handcuffs to the dummy’s wrists. Then, Remus summoned a tablet in front of him and clicked the [START] button in the middle of the screen. Suddenly, the handcuffs locked to the dummy’s wrists. Remus clicked the desired spots on the tablet, and watched in growing excitement as the machine did what it was supposed to do! It works! But does it tickle? Remus walked up to the machine, pushed the dummy aside and slid his own armpit in the correct position. The mechanical fingers tickled him for only a second before Remus guffawed and started laughing and running away from the machine.

His armpit was WAY too ticklish for something like that, and he knew that all too well! And so, Remus could proudly proclaim that the contraption was a success! He felt like Dr. Doofenshmirtz with his inators. Only, Remus didn’t have a lab coat on. He was just working in his usual frilly outfit. But, it was still Dr. Doof-like!

Remus happily returned it back to its beginning state and unsummoned the tablet. Now, all he needed was a guinea pig to demonstra-

-knock knock knock-

“Remus? Is that you making all the noise?” someone asked from his room.

Remus paused his thought and gasped! PERFECT TIMING! And, perfect person! Remus ran up to the door and happily opened it. “Why Bonjour, Logan!” Remus greeted in a pretty good french accent.

Logan lifted an eyebrow. “Hello Remus. Was that you making-” Logan looked behind the man and widened his eyes at the huge contraption in his room. “...What is that?” Logan asked.

“Oh thiiiisss? It’s my latest invention! The...uh…untitled invention...so far...” Remus replied, his confidence slightly dropping as he realized he didn’t have a name for it yet.

Logan hummed and walked right by Remus to get a closer look. “Hmm...It looks like it could be anything.” Logan admitted, walking into the machine. It was a walk in-type machine, similar to a phone box. Only, it was curved into a standing, half-cylinder shape. The sides and back of the cylinder had tennis ball-sized holes for...Well, Logan didn’t quite know yet. But there were even two holes on the top of the cylinder, where the flat side was. “What is this even connected to?” Logan asked.

Remus summoned the temporarily closed tablet on the side of the cylinder. “There’s a tablet, that’s connected to it.” Remus told him, before using his magic from behind his back, to connect the headphone cable from the tablet to the back of the machine.

Logan looked at the outside of the cylinder and found the tablet. After opening it, Logan tilted his head and lifted an eyebrow. “Well...I’m afraid that looking at the tablet has further confused me.” Logan told him.

Remus sniffled a laugh. “That’s a shame.” Remus said.

Logan narrowed his eyes in slight suspicion, before moving back to the cylinder area. As he inspected the holes a little further, Remus unsummoned the tablet and the cable, before resummoning it right into his own hands. Turning it on, Remus clicked the release button on a couple of the specific holes.

“Oh?! Oh my!” Logan reacted, widening his eyes at the sudden change:

There were robotic hands with arms that slithered and presented themselves to Logan, each arm coming from a hole in the cylinder. Logan smiled and playfully poked the hand. In retaliation, the hand poked Logan back. But this time, it was right in his ribs! Logan squeaked and put his index finger up in an attempt to signal a warning.

“No.” Logan voiced as well. After that funny occurrence, Logan turned to face Remus. “So...what is this thing? Is it…” Logan asked, hesitant to ask the last thing.

Remus caught onto what he was saying right away. “It can be.” Remus replied. “But don’t worry: It has a much more innocent setting added to it as well.” Remus explained.

Logan lowered his eyebrows and tilted his head. “...Innocent? How innocent- AAAH!” Logan tried to ask. But his words were interrupted by his own scream as he felt the arms from the ceiling holes grab Logan’s wrists and pull them up. Logan’s eyes were widened as he realized just how exposed he was in this position. “Uuuuh...A little help?” Logan asked.

Remus nodded. “Here:” Remus replied as he clicked a couple buttons on the tablet. Suddenly, a green-colored flat ray of light scanned Logan from the top of his head, down to his standing feet. When the ray shut itself off and moved away, the other hands started to move closer and closer to him! And the hands were...wiggling playfully?

WAIT-

“Remus, this is NOT what I meant!” Logan protested before turning to the hands. “Get away! Get! Shoo!” Logan ordered.

But instead of following what he said, one of the right hands struck! And clung its wiggling fingers to Logan’s hip! Logan yelped in surprise and quickly curled and wiggled to try and get the squeezing hand off his hip. But things just got higher in intensity as a left hand moved itself to Logan’s body, and struck! Right onto his armpit! This hand was skittering it’s surprisingly soft robot fingers right in Logan’s armpit! Logan bit his lip and did everything he could to cover up his armpit. But the pinned wrists above his head were...not helping matters.

“R-Remus! Hehe-HELP! Thihihis-” Logan was struggling to keep his new-found forceful giggles inside his lungs.

“This what, Logan? This...tickles? Is this ticklish for you?” Remus teased before he clicked something on the tablet.

Suddenly, another moving hand started wiggling its way to Logan’s other, untouched hip. Logan widened his eyes in horror and wiggled around more to prevent the hand from getting any further to him! But this ended up being pointless as the hand struck anyway, squeezing and drilling into his other hip relentlessly. “BAHA!” Logan guffawed before biting his lip as hard as he could to stop anything else from leaving his mouth.

“Come on, Logan! Laugh for me! I’ve been dying to hear it! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before!” Remus told him.

Logan shook his head and hissed a “No” at him.

Remus’s cutesy, merciful voice soon dropped. “You wanna know something?” Remus asked. “These hands aren’t gonna stop tickling you until you laugh. So, if you let go and start laughing now, the tickling may not last as long.” Remus offered.

Logan’s frown softened a little as he realized the situation he was in. He wanted to get out of the tickling trap he got himself into, but he also felt the mental strain to keep his laugh secret. He’d always been embarrassed by his laughter, and he spent this long trying to keep it secret. But...The logical part of him was also telling him to let it out and shorten the tickle attack.

Suddenly, a lower hand found his sock and started removing it. Logan shrieked and desperately tried to get the foot away from the hand. But another hand that was just across, grabbed Logan’s ankle and held it in place while the 1st hand successfully removed the sock from his left foot. Logan’s giggles started coming out in titters before the hand even started tickling the bare foot! Logan tugged and tugged on the hand, but all the tugging and breath-holding ceased when his toes were only scratched:

“KAHAAAA-HAHAHA! OKAHAY, OHOHOKAHAHAHAHAHAYY! YOHOHOU- *snort* YOHOHOU BROHOHOHOKE MEHEHE!” Logan shouted, wiggling and finally letting out all the laughter that was trapped in his lungs.

Remus was staring at Logan with the biggest starry eyes even seen by man. The sound was gorgeous to hear and may he even say, absolutely adorable! Logan’s helpless state consisted of wiggling around constantly and sometimes snorting amidst his laughter! Remus could tell which spot triggered what snort, based on where he pulled away or doubled over to cover. “Your laugh...WOOOOOWWW! I LOVE IT!” Remus shouted happily.

Logan’s red cheeks turned a slightly darker color at that compliment. Come on...It’s really not worth loving. “IHIHIHI HAHAHAHATE MYHY LAHAHAUGH!” Logan admitted.

Remus gasped and quickly stopped the hands. When all the hands (but the top ones holding his wrists) retreated, Remus walked up to Logan. “Logan, I love your laugh! It’s so cute to hear! I want to enjoy your laugh more, but only if you want to be tickled by my contraption.” Remus told him.

Logan looked down at the floor. He...he wanted to be tickled, but...he didn’t want the laughter. It…

Remus gave him a small poke to the side. Logan jumped in surprise, but looked away with a smile. “Come on...I want you to laugh.” Remus told him. Logan looked up at Remus’s surprisingly convincing puppy dog eyes, and finally nodded his head.

Remus beamed further and took a step backwards before summoning the tablet once again. Remus clicked the different arms and watched as the hands got closer and closer to Logan and latched back onto him to tickle him. Logan giggled, laughed and wiggled around as the many arms on the contraption tickled his many ticklish spots. There was a hand going for each of his hips, a hand going for his armpit, a hand going for one side each, and even a hand skittering on the back of his neck! It tickled so much, and left Logan in hysterics and snorts!

“Awww! Good job Logan! Your laughing is tickling me, just listening to it! So cute!” Remus admitted.

Oh Remus...Why THAT kind of pun?! Why must he make a tickle pun while he’s being tickled?!

“THAHAHAT WAHAHAS TEHEHERRIBLEHEHE!” Logan complained.

“Hmm...Does it look like I care?” Remus asked him with a smirk.

“IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!” Logan replied.

“Newsflash: I DON’T!” Remus declared. “Now, how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” Remus asked with a smile.

Oh god no...Not THIS joke!

“SEHEHERIOUSLYHYHY?!” Logan shouted in slight annoyance.

“Yes! How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?!” Remus asked.

Logan shook his head and closed his mouth to slightly muffle his laughter.

Remus narrowed his eyes and walked closer to the man. “Come on, Logan! You know this one! How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” Remus repeated.

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOHOHOW!” Logan shouted back.

Remus rolled his eyes and sighed in agitation. “Why must you fail me?” Remus asked. “How many tickles does it take...to make an octopus laugh?” Remus asked.

Logan shook his head and growled slightly. “JUHUHUHUST TEHEHEHELL MEHEHE!” Logan begged.

“Ugh! Fine. Ten-tickles! It take ten-tickles to make an octopus laugh!” Remus replied.

Suddenly, a robotic hand grabbed his ankle and lifted up the foot while a second robot hand started tickling the foot. “HEHEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan screamed!

“Wow! I’m surprised at you, Logan! You never laugh at kids jokes!” Remus reacted.

Logan shook his head and tugged on his foot. “IHIHI’M LAHAHAHAUGHIHIHING BEHEHEHECAUHUHUSE YOHOHOU’RE TIHIHIHICKLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!” Logan shouted back.

“Tickling you?! I’m not tickling you! I’m all the way over here! There’s no way I could tickle you while I’m THIS far back!” Remus reacted.

Logan just gave up trying to reason himself out of this mess. There was no point in trying to argue his way out of a chaotically evil man’s endeavors. So, Logan took the tickling for a little longer before begging for him to turn it off.

Thankfully, the chaotically evil man was somewhat merciful when it came to tickling. Remus stopped right when Logan told him to, undid the hands’ grips, and even gave him a glass of water to help his dry throat.

Remus wasn’t sure if Logan was gonna believe him when he said “I love your laugh”. He wasn’t even sure if Logan would believe him after all that tickling. But, all that mattered now, was that Logan had fun despite his ‘embarrassing’ laugh.

#ticklefic #ler!remus #lee!logan #tickle machine

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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Ooooh, one hell of a language warning on this one. Not a happy Tracy at all.

For @soniabigcheese for Gordon and Bedlam.

-o-o-o-

“Gordon!” Scott’s yell was echoed by John

Virgil didn’t think, he just moved.

Two was banking before he was even fully in his pilot’s seat, her massive thrusters firing to accelerate her down and around the listing platform.

“For Christ’s sake, hold still, you idiot.”

It was said under his breath, but Gordon’s voice carried over comms like a wave of reassurance. As Two darted under the platform, Virgil was both relieved and horrified to find the rescuee dangling from a hastily deployed grapple line.

Gordon was clinging to mangled superstructure not far below the hole he had leapt through. “Uh, hey, Virg. Need a little hand.”

Further up, Scott was peering through the hole in the tarmac.

An exhalation. “FAB, Gordon.”

Mental calculations and Virgil managed to squeeze Two up and under the victim. The collapsed runway was far too close for comfort, but he managed it with an inch or so to spare.

Rising out of Two’s top hatch, he was greeted with a wriggling wreck of a man. “About time.”

Virgil bit back his response. “Please hold still, sir.”

“Finally, I can get off this boat.”

Virgil felt no guilt at his urge to want to slap the man. Gordon’s grapple, as always, had been right on target, snagging the victim’s belt in its claw. The guy obviously had no idea how close he had come to dying…or the danger to Gordon.

If he cared at all.

The fact that there were at least three holocams buzzing around filming them was, oddly, a little reassuring. Perhaps Jack could press charges.

As Virgil took the man’s weight and released the grapple, the groan of pain from Gordon over comms only emphasized what the man had done.

Virgil bit his lip until it hurt.

Definitely pressing charges.

He held the man until his feet touched the hatch plates and made sure he could take his own weight before lowering them into the cockpit.

He fingered his comms. “Scott, are you able to reach Gordon? I can try, but its tight up there. Two will not be able to get close enough without further structural damage.” Not that he would let that stop him, but the platform was unstable and a thousand lives were still dependent on it.

“FAB, Thunderbird Two. I have him secured with a grapple line. Gordon, status?”

Their aquanaut brother grunted, but Virgil lost the rest of his answer as the rescuee started protesting that he was fine and no, he didn’t need to lie down and could he sit in the co-pilot’s seat?

Virgil’s abrupt ‘No!’ apparently wasn’t enough to shut him up.

Virgil did not have time for this.

Deploying the seat furthest from the dash, he strapped the man into it.

“Hey, I want to sit up front.”

“You will sit here.” And shut up.

“Do you know who I am?”

An idiot? “I don’t care.”

Virgil turned his back on him and did his best to ignore the man’s protests as he realised that, no, he couldn’t undo his seatbelt.

There was no way Virgil was going to have this moron free to wander around his ship.

“Thunderbird Four? Status?”

Instead of Gordon, Scott answered. “Pulling him up now, Thunderbird Two. Gordon is secure.”

Oh, thank god.

Virgil couldn’t help peering up out of the windows and checking for himself. Far above, Scott could be seen hauling Gordon up with his own grapple gun.

Virgil needed to be topside now.

Two responded to his touch as she always did, smoothly and immediately, the great ship banking away from the structure in a controlled fall. He fired her thrusters launching her up and around the massive platform just in time to see Gordon emerge from the hole in the tarmac.

“Medical report, Gordon.” He had to know.

Again, Scott cut in before Gordon could answer. “Possible sprained wrist, definitely some issue with his right arm. Some bleeding. For goodness sake, Gordon stand still!”

“I’m fine, Scott, we have more important things to do.”

“I’m aware of the situation, Gordon. I want you evacuated to Two.”

Hissed over comms. “Forget it, Scott, I’m not leaving you down here with this mob of idiots by yourself.”

“Gordon!”

Virgil sighed and switched Two into a secure hover. “Thunderbird Five, you have Two, monitor and secure, please.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Two.”

“Have Eos keep an eye on the two patients in the medbay and advise immediately of any change.”

“Monitoring already. Internal cockpit cams active. Eyes active.”

Virgil’s lips twitched as he stood up from his seat. John knew exactly what he was talking about. Leaving Idiot alone on his ‘bird was not ideal, but he couldn’t actually throw the man back into the danger zone.

Grabbing a medkit, Virgil strode back to the hatch and lowered himself down enough to catch a descent line and secure it to his harness.

“What? Where are you going?”

“I’ll be back shortly, sir. No need to worry, you are in safe hands.”

“Hands? Whose hands?”

Virgil didn’t answer before he leapt off the hatch and began his descent down to the platform.

Gordon and Scott were sharing a few stubborn words as Virgil strode across the tarmac. There were still people milling about. He caught sight of Penelope’s father desperately trying to talk several suited individuals into returning to the pods.

It was enough to frustrate even Virgil’s patience.

He was almost to his brothers when the first words were thrown his way.

“That’s the one who killed all those people in New York!” That same woman’s voice from earlier. Virgil forced himself not to look, focussing instead on his brothers. The crowd began muttering. His name was mentioned several times.

The moment he reached Gordon, Scott handed him over and returned to attempting to handle the crowd.

That didn’t want to be handled.

“Hey, Gords. What have you done to yourself?” A visual inspection revealed a limp arm being held by a tight hand indicating pain. Several tears in his uniform and a glare with enough energy to ignite the air around it.

Worst of all, Gordon was strangely quiet, eyeing the crowd.

Scott again urged everyone to return to the pods. As if to emphasize his request, the wind suddenly picked up and the whole platform shuddered.

John, ever the eagle eye, immediately tagged them on comms. “You might want to hurry up that evac, guys. The weather is stable for the moment, but the forecast for the evening is the arrival of a front. There will be turbulence ahead of the change.”

Virgil was aware of that and had factored it into his calculations when deploying the airjacks.

Didn’t make them impervious to the jostling. “FAB, Thunderbird Five.” He turned to Gordon. “I want you up on Two. Now.”

Gordon’s eyes were still on the crowd and their muttered complaints. Scott was deploying full commander mode and several had backed away, heading towards the stadium, but a core group were either begging to be taken aboard a Thunderbird, glaring at Virgil…or yelling accusations at him.

Gordon pushed past his brother and strode towards the crowd.

“Gordon!”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Gordon’s comms were on loudspeaker and his voice hushed the crowd immediately.

Almost.

One angry man in a GDF uniform stepped forward. “I’m your superior, lieutenant, and I demand-“

“You demand? You have no right to demand anything!”

Virgil reached for his brother, but his hand was shaken off. Scott spun and narrowed in on the both of them, worry the foremost in his expression.

But Gordon ignored it.

“My brothers have done nothing but try to help you, to save you, THAT is what we do. But you assholes won’t listen!” Gordon took a step forward, the hand on his arm white knuckled.

“If you don’t return to your pods now, you are going to die! Is that simplistic enough for you? My brothers will, no doubt, try their best, risk their lives, trying to save yours, but they are not fucking miracle workers. You will DIE, if YOU DON’T MOVE YOUR ASSES!!”

That got several people moving.

But not all.

“Gordon!” Scott’s voice was more worried elder brother than commander.

That earned him a scathing look. “No, Scott, I’ve had it! Did you hear what they are saying about Virgil? They called him a murderer!” His anger turned back to the crowd. “You have no fucking idea who you are talking about. Virgil is the kindest of us, the gentlest, he can’t hurt a damned fly and you accuse him of purposefully killing all those people. He tried to save them.” His brother’s shoulders wilted. “He tried so hard.”

“They still died.” It came from that same world councillor who wanted his own private Thunderbird ride.

Gordon staggered up to the man and Virgil hurried to follow. The tarmac shook again. “Gordon, we need to get these people off the platform.”

His brother ignored him and instead pushed into the councillor’s personal space. “Yes, they did. But you don’t care do you? You have your own fucking agenda. It’s not about lives, is it? It’s about money. It’s about power.” A rough indrawn breath as the man took a step back. “Well, newsflash, asshole, we don’t care! We have the power, we have the money, and we don’t care. My brothers only want to help. Every life is important, even your mediocre and pathetic one. Now, move your ass AND RETURN TO YOUR POD SO WE CAN SAVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!”

Gordon staggered with the force of his yell and Virgil was moving. He grabbed at his little brother just as the aquanaut’s body suddenly folded. Virgil caught him before he could hit the tarmac.

What the hell?! “Gordon!”

Voice whisper weak. “Virg.”

He held his brother in his arms while fumbling for the med scanner. “Gords, what the hell are you doing?”

Beneath plexiglass reflecting the sky above, carnelian flickered up at him. Gordon blinked slowly. “They hurt you…” His eyes closed and didn’t open again.

-o-o-o-

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #Gordon Tracy #John Tracy #nuttys fandomversary

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otpnessmess · 4 years

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For you, there’s nothing I wouldn't do

Here it is finally! The first part of the Jasonette fake dating AU I had promised. I’m working on the following parts already as I will have a couple of weeks with a lot of free time. I’m so sorry for disappearing. Enjoy!

Ao3 - Masterlist

“You’ve officially lost your mind, Jay, I swear to God.”

When Marinette had agreed to get up early on a Sunday morning because Jason had asked her to hang out, she didn’t think she’d regret it five seconds into meeting her best friend at their favorite restaurant. And she hadn’t yet, but it was very close.

“Nette, please, I’m begging you right now. Do you want me to kneel and plead? Because I will, don’t try me.” His blue eyes had always been her weakness and the puppy face he was making at her right now almost made her agree on the spot to whatever insane plan he had come up with. The keyword being almost.

“Alright, let me just reiterate to make sure I’m understanding. Your father is hosting a gala in a month and you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” Marinette tried to keep her face as straight and serious as possible but it was proving hard since the words she had just said sounded utterly ridiculous.

“Pretty much, yeah. So, will you? I swear I’ll pay you if I have to, I just need you to help me out with this.” He had started to look hopeful since she had yet to outright deny him his request. “You know I love you Bug, and you’re the only one I can trust with something like this.”

Damn, he was good at telling her exactly what she liked to hear, and Mari was just not strong enough to say no to him, though she did plan to at least make him sweat a bit more for it. “Oh really? And what if I asked you for, I don’t know, a new car?”

Her forced attempt at being difficult hadn’t flown under Jason’s radar as he seemed to pick up on it and smirked. “We both know you would never ask for that since you refuse to let me pay for anything every time we go out, but if you did ask for that, know that I’m ready to do whatever you wish me to do. Do you maybe want an apartment? You did mention wanting to stop paying rent… ”

Despite the teasing tone in his voice paired with the sly smirk on his face Marinette knew he was dead serious which, even if it flattered her that her friend would even think about doing such a thing for her, made her backtrack on being difficult immediately.

“No! Argh, you’re impossible. Fine, I’ll follow along to whatever your brilliant plan is, but don’t you dare buy me an apartment, you crazy knobhead.” The look she shot at him tried to be venomous but seemed to be ineffective when the brightest grin took over Jason’s face as he moved to sit by her side to squish the living daylights out of the tiny woman.

“I swear I don’t know what I did to deserve you Nette, I love you.”

That earned him a playful smack on the arm as Marinette gave in and chuckled at his antics. “I love you too, you goofball. Now, get off of me and finish your breakfast.”

The man sat across her once again looking like the cat that got the canary, Cheshire grin in place. “You’re the best."

She pretended not to notice the way her heart paused for a beat when she saw the way Jason was looking at her, with caring eyes as if she was incredibly precious. Instead, the woman hid her face behind her mug of coffee.

"W-why do you need me to do this anyway? What do you need a fake girlfriend for?”

Jason’s demeanor instantly changed, his shoulders squared up and he frowned. “The annual gala my father holds for the company’s investors and partners is always full of old men who are full of themselves-”

“Doesn’t that remind me of someone?”

“Oh shut up, I at least have a good reason for it. They’re nothing more than a bunch of old hags who like to brag 24/7, and since this gala is in their "honor” they can bring guests with them. If I have to go by another year hearing them pitch their daughters and grand-daughters to me hoping I’ll date one of them, I’ll simply kill one of them. Some of the girls over the years have been nice but for every decent one you can actually talk to, you have at least 9 others doing the most ridiculous things to try and get your attention. I assume it’s what they are asked to do but I swear… And everyone else gets out of it too. Dick is already married to Kor'i, Tim is forever married to his job and Damian is not old enough for most of them. So that leaves me, the handsome Jason Todd, to carry the family’s weight on my shoulders.“

She snorted at the theatrical sigh he let out before laying his head on the table, immediately regretting it as he looked up at her with a glint in his eyes. "That’s where you, my dear Miss Dupain-Cheng come in. If I have a girlfriend, those girls will have to effectively back off of me as well, and I won’t have to restrain myself from being incredibly rude to them.”

“As if you could actually restrain yourself from being rude.”

Whether he didn’t hear her or just decided to ignore her comment Mari didn’t know, but once the monologue had been delivered, he leaned back on his seat with his signature smirk. “I’m a genius, I know.”

It took a whole lot from Marinette not to smack her dumbass of a friend again, but even she had to admit no one deserved to have their space invaded as she knew Jason had had in some of the other events his father organized, and if he was being truthful with her, then this gala was shaping to be even worse in that regard. If she could help her friend it would be enough for her, but in doing this she would also have an opportunity to design a gown to wear and hopefully get some people interested in her designs. Maybe she didn’t regret agreeing to this that much anymore.

“You’re one hell of a crazy person, Jay. You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” She rolled her eyes and nudged his leg with hers under the table with a smile. “We’ll have to do some planning this month and you better be ready. I’m not meeting your family for the first time as your fake girlfriend without running through each and every way this could catastrophically end.”

His shoulders relaxed as he nudged her leg back, relief flooding his face seeing her so committed. “Don’t worry Bug, they will love you, and I’ll explain everything to them after this is over, but if they are in on it from the start I just know one of my brothers will screw it up. I think we can pull it off though, and you know I’m always up for a challenge.”

The already familiar confidence rush that ran through Marinette whenever Jason reassured her that everything would be fine made an appearance once more, and at that moment she completely trusted themselves to be able to make do with this crazy-ass plan. After all, Jay was stubborn and always ready to jump in head-first into the weirdest situations.

Newsflash. This time he wasn’t.

Jason had known it was risky to ask his best friend to play pretend so he could get rid of the sticky girls from the gala.

Not because he thought she would refuse, but because of his own feelings.

Truth is, he was in love with Marinette and had been ever since five months into their friendship they encountered two thugs trying to rob a teenager on their way to school. Jason had put one of them down but, before he could go for the second one, Marinette already had knocked him out.

Her breathing was just a bit labored from throwing the man over her shoulder and one of her pigtails had come off from where the robber had grabbed it, but then she turned to wink at him with a smile before going to see if the teen was alright. Red Hood could only feel the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

Knowing Marinette was potentially able to kick his ass at any given moment had made him feel all kinds of things, and he was already a goner by the time she was back by his side.

That same night, and back in his bed, Jason was mulling over the earlier events. Read: thinking about Marinette. He had never felt so flustered around the tiny woman and it had proven to be a hard task to get her out of his head even when she had left for her own house several hours ago.

One thing led to another and soon he found himself reminiscing about the past months spent in Marinette’s company. How she always seemed to brighten up any room she walked into, making him feel like he should look away but being unable to. Her caring nature taking over whenever someone in need of help was in the vicinity, the tenderness with which she treated people’s injuries, be it physical or emotional.

Jason remembered the first time he had been at the receiving end of it. It had been the time when his identity as Red Hood was also revealed to her.

In his defense, he hadn’t expected Marinette to arrive early to his flat for their movie night only to find him trying to get the cuts all over his abdomen and arms to stop bleeding. Time seemed to freeze as they stared at each other, one sitting on a barstool at the kitchen isle, the other standing at the door with a bag of snacks in her arms. Marinette, being the quick-witted and resourceful person she was, recovered astoundingly quickly from her stupor and started chastising him while tending to the cuts herself while he could only look at her in awe.

Later, when he explained where he got injured, she didn’t seem fazed by discovering his identity. If anything she seemed…smug?

“What’s with that face? I expected more of a reaction:”

Her smile only grew at that as she put on the last bandage around his arm. “I’m glad you finally told me, but I kind of…already knew? I mean, I had my suspicions. You two had roughly the same measurements as far as I could tell, you also happened to go MIA whenever there was an emergency a time too many for it to feel like a coincidence. Also the little stunt you pulled the other day talking to me in the mask? You should’ve at least tried to fake your voice or something.” Once she was done she patted his head with a wink and left him to process everything while she prepared the popcorn.

That wink had been so cheeky it left him swooning, heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Wait. That had felt familiar.

Oh.

Jason was brought back to the present with such force he thought someone had slapped him. Laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling at 3 am he couldn’t tiptoe around the issue anymore. He wondered how he hadn’t reached this conclusion much earlier.

He was in love with Marinette.

He was in love with his best friend.

Dear God, he was so fucked.

That had been the moment he accepted he was so utterly in love with Marinette, and even though Jason had hoped that what he thought was a very one-sided love would subside eventually, with each passing day where he got to know her better and better he only fell harder for her.

Why was he even thinking about all of this? Oh right. He had asked Mari to play pretend as his girlfriend that same afternoon.

What could possibly go wrong?

Marinette had taken it upon her to have their lie be as believable as possible, which meant she wanted them to at least plan out what they’d do if certain situations arose while they were navigating the gala. What this meant was that the following month they had spent a whole lot of time together, maybe too much for Jason’s sanity to remain as stable as it could.

Even if he was used to meeting her at least twice a week and spending their weekly movie night together, Mari practically lived in his apartment now. And he wasn’t complaining at all, but by the gods, if it wasn’t so damn distracting to have her around. She would often keep him company while asking questions about the people who would attend the gala, working on her dress for it, or simply walking around the house jokingly complaining about how Jason tasteless choice of furniture and decorations made the living room look like a yard sale.

Oh, and there was also all the teasing. There had been a consistent amount of it between them before, but now it had turned into a constant stream of cheeky comments, smirk exchanges and usually a smack or two from Mari.

All in all, Jason had lived through both the most blissful yet most frustrating month of his life and the worst of it had yet to arrive, though time did pass by way faster than he would’ve hoped for.

And just like that, the big night was upon them.

And that’s it! Hope you liked this little thing and look forward to the next parts! Thank you a lot for reading <3

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misssophiachase · 4 years

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For @klaroline-events KC Bingo - School on FF and AO3

When his Porsche convertible blows a tire, private school student Klaus Mikaelson needs it fixed. Enter townie and daughter of the local mechanic, Caroline Forbes.

The Preppy and the Townie

Friday PM, Forbes Garage, Exeter, NH

“Excuse me?” Klaus hadn’t frequented this part of town all that much during his time at Phillips Exeter Academy and given the outdated exterior he wasn’t sure if it was still operational or if he’d stepped back in time.

It was eerily quiet and the small gas station on the outskirts of the town centre seemed unattended. He’d blown the tire on his Porsche not far down the road but had managed to get there just in time.

Given he attended the local boarding school, cars weren’t usually allowed on campus but his father had sent it the other day in lieu of his presence. Mikael Mikaelson never quite understood the concept of fatherhood and considered monetary gifts an alternative way to show affection.

Klaus also knew there was another reason for his guilt but pushed it to the back of his mind, it was easier that way.

“Can I help you?” Her voice was gruff, bored and almost resentful of the intrusion. Klaus turned to the source not expecting her to be so indescribable.

And he meant that in a very good way.

Her denim shorts were frayed at the edges, her white, fitted tank covered in black, grease stains and a red, checked shirt tied around her waist was doing nothing to hide a delectable pair of creamy, toned legs.

“Hey jackass, my eyes are up here,” she barked.

Yes, they were. Blue, expressive and teamed with her golden waves pulled back into a high ponytail, Klaus didn’t think he’d seen anyone so breathtaking in his life.

He didn’t usually stare so obviously at girls, generally it was the other way around, but he couldn’t stop if he tried.

“Is that how you speak to all your customers?”

“Only the ones who look at me like that.”

“And how exactly am I looking at you, love?”

“You know exactly how you’re looking at me,” she countered. “You’re not the first and I know you won’t be the last. Also, I have a name but before you do the completely predictable thing and ask what it is, I’m not going to tell you.”

“That’s quite a speech you seem to have prepared there,” he offered. “Is there any point in me asking about my tire then?”

“If you can’t fix it, then sure, I can do that for you.”

“Are you insinuating that I can’t change a tire?”

“Well, if the shoe fits,” she responded, shrugging her shoulders. Klaus wanted to be offended, he wanted to dislike her immensely and tell her so but there was no hope in hell of that happening.

“Actually, I can change a tire but I don’t have a jack on me,” she snorted by way of response. “You are incredibly judgemental, anyone ever tell you that?”

“Oh, p-uh-lease,” she drawled. “Your type swan around this town like you own it but, newsflash, you don’t. We’ll all be here long after you’ve finished school and left town.”

“I don’t swan, number one,” he replied, “and number two, I don’t think I own your town, even though it is lovely, especially during the Fall.” He held her gaze, and he could see her face soften slightly. But, unfortunately, it didn’t last long.

”How about we just stick to the tire,” she murmured begrudgingly. “If you’re lucky, I’ll even give you some pointers.”

Saturday PM, Front Row Pizza

“So, tell me more about this hottie from Philips?” Kat asked, handing a customer their slices on a plate.

Katherine Pierce was her oldest friend and the two had been working at Front Row the past two years. Saturday was their busiest night of the week but thankfully business was starting to slow down.

“Shhh, would you keep your voice down,” she hissed, wiping the counter and keeping her head down to avoid any embarrassment. “You know how small this place is at the best of times.”

“I didn’t name names, mainly because you haven’t told me yet,” Kat muttered.

“He’s your typical, preppy jock, nothing groundbreaking around these parts. And I never said he was a hottie, nor would I ever use that term.”

“No, I found that out when I visited the garage this morning and spoke to your DILF.”

“Kat, please don’t talk about my dad like that, it’s extremely disgusting,” she growled. “And when exactly did he decide that Klaus was...”

“Oooh, he has a name. So, tell me more about him and his Porsche?”

Caroline fought the urge to roll her eyes. As much as she loved her best friend, Kat liked the finer things in life a little too much. Sure, their upbringing was relatively simple in comparison to people like Klaus but Caroline didn’t need money to define who she was and what she wanted out of life.

“He blew out his tire.”

“Wow, how exciting,” she pouted. “You never tell me anything.”

“He’s English and his surname is Mikaelson, happy?”

“Not in the slightest, next thing I know you’ll tell me his favourite colour,” she pretended to yawn. “Okay, one last question and then I’ll leave you alone for a full five minutes. How would you score him on a scale of one to ten?”

“It’s blue, well actually it’s more of a french navy if I’m being specific,” a familiar voice interrupted. Caroline closed her eyes wishing she could melt into a puddle on the floor. Of all the times for him to just show up. “As for a score, I think it’s probably best Caroline takes that one.”

She really shouldn’t have told him her name. Why did it have to sound so good rolling off his tongue too? Damn his English accent and those dimples. Why hadn’t she noticed just how disarming they were yesterday?

“If it isn’t the hottie,” Kat smiled, turning to face Caroline giving her an extremely indiscreet thumbs up. “It’s okay, no score necessary, I can work it out just fine on my own.”

Before Caroline could really die of embarrassment, Katherine had conveniently flounced away to make it even more awkward.

If she thought he looked good yesterday in his school uniform sans tie with his shirt sleeves rolled up, he was absolutely gorgeous today. Dark jeans, sitting low on his hips and a navy henley that only accentuated his eyes.

“She’s, uh, friendly.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Caroline agreed. “Are you following me or something?”

“Someone has an incredibly high opinion of themselves,” he said, cocking his left eyebrow. “Maybe I was just hungry, did you ever think of that?”

“Did my dad tell you where I was?” She asked, arms crossed over her chest. “I noticed you two talking yesterday, but here I thought he was just drooling over your speedster.”

“He may have mentioned that Front Row has the best four cheese pizza in town,” he shared. “You know, while he was drooling.”

“Just because you think you can charm my father with your expensive car, doesn’t mean I’m powerless to your charms.”

“My charms?” He smirked, leaning closer. “Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“If you think that’s flirting then I need to teach you more than how to change a tire,” she scoffed. “Now, would you like to order something? The kitchen is going to be closing soon and I can only take so much of your over inflated ego in a confined space.”

“Your customer service skills really are second to none, love,” he laughed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She wanted to hate him so much but Caroline swore those crimson lips had superpowers of some kind.

“Sorry, what?” She asked, noticing he’d said something but not quite sure what it was.

“My over inflated ego and I would like a four cheese pizza to have here,” he joked, his knowing smile telling her she’d been caught out.

“You are taking it to go,” she demanded, scared of what his lips might do next.

“I think I’m going to nominate you for employee of the month,” he suggested, taking a seat and making himself at home. “There’s something about your rare skill of being charming but rude at the same time.”

“Kat, can you tell the kitchen there’s an order up,” she called out, not bothering to respond to his remark. “To go.”

“If I agree to leave this fine establishment, how about you do something for me?”

“I changed your tire yesterday and I’m now serving you pizza today,” he attempted to interrupt but Caroline continued. “And before you try to be cute about my impeccable, customer service skills, it’s abundantly clear that, if anything, you owe me, Mikaelson.”

“I was getting to that part,” he promised. “I was hoping you could come to the river tomorrow morning and help me out with my rowing?”

“Excuse me?” Caroline wasn’t expecting that. “I’m curious about what exactly the preppy needs help with?”

“Motivation,” he murmured, his double meaning not lost on her. “Coach says I won’t be up to championships if I can’t improve my times. So, I figured what better way to do that then have you yelling at me from the bow?”

Katherine let out a not-so-subtle groan from the nearest table. Caroline really shouldn’t have been surprised she was eavesdropping. “Be careful what you wish for, french navy.”

“I’m willing to take my chances, Katherine,” he smiled in her direction before returning his attention back to Caroline. She really wanted to hate him and his smug, good looking ass but it was becoming more and more difficult. Now, she knew why her best friend and father were so easily convinced.

“Can I push you in the water if you annoy me?” He took her by surprise and laughed. Caroline had to admit she liked hearing it.

“I think we’ll need to define what’s annoying from the outset but you’ve got a deal.”

“Well, when you put it like that.”

Sunday AM, The Exeter River

“You need to keep your back flat and make sure your core is engaged,” Caroline offered from the front of the boat.” Now that instruction Klaus wasn’t expecting.

“Trust me, my core is very engaged,” he teased, unable to help himself.

Klaus was still shocked she’d agreed to come today, he figured it had everything to do with pushing him in the water. Which luckily she hadn’t done...yet.

“I think we decided that innuendo was annoying.”

“You decided that and who said it’s innuendo? I was merely confirming the fact that my core is, in fact, engaged. And let’s not forget you asked the question.”

“It’s textbook rowing technique and that smirk you gave me was a dead giveaway.”

She looked stunning today, the breeze blowing through her blonde waves that were loose and flowing. Her make-up free face, simple t-shirt and shorts only highlighting her natural beauty.

“How do you know so much about rowing?” Klaus was surprised, given she didn’t indicate any interest the night before.

“I might have dated one of you before.”

“One of me?” Klaus was immediately offended by her reply. “I didn’t realise I had a twin.”

“He went to Philips and was on the rowing team too. But instead of a Porsche he had a Mercedes.”

“Wow, you really know how to hurt a guy,” he shot back, unable to disguise his disappointment. “Is this why you’ve been so hostile?” He stopped rowing needing to know the answer.

“I haven’t been…”

“Yes, you have,” he interrupted. “I don’t know what this guy did to you but…”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“Perhaps not but I’d hate for you to unfairly judge me based on some idiot who couldn’t see what was right in front of him.”

“I’m a townie, yes my house is only a few kilometres away, but we lived in totally different worlds,” she murmured, her gaze downcast. “He had a trust fund bigger than I could ever imagine and I work two jobs just so I can afford college if I don’t get a scholarship. I stupidly thought that someone like him actually liked me.”

“Well, he’s an idiot and you’re not stupid.” His hand was on hers before he had time to think. “I get you’ve had a bad experience but I’m not who you think I am.” She faltered, her eyes finding his again. “Ask me anything.”

“Can I push you in the water?”

“Cute.”

“On Friday, you didn’t seem to care too much about your new car, why is that? At first I assumed it was the fact you had another ten of them waiting at home in your garage.”

“Only two,” he admitted. “But I’m not really that enthused about them either.”

“What happened?”

“My mother died last year, my siblings are scattered around the country at different colleges and schools and my father sent the car in lieu of his presence at Philip’s family weekend. We’ve never been that close but I guess I thought…”

“He’d want to see you.”

“It’s ridiculous I know.”

“It’s not,” she smiled, placing her other hand over his. “You know what is silly though? How lazy you’re being, now get moving before I push you into the water, Mikaelson.”

Turns out they both ended up in the water that day but neither minded. Klaus won the rowing championship with plenty of core engagement instruction from Caroline. He also sent back the Porsche to his father because he didn’t need it anymore, he had everything he needed right there.

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