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chasing stars (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: someone on ao3 asked for this and after discussion with @struggling-with-nsfw i figured i’d play around with a little something something. this is way less protective Rooster and way more angst then i originally intended. oopsies.

summary: A drunken confession leads to trouble when Rooster and Maverick find out just how far the Green Vipers went to get rid of Rebel.

title comes from rupert pope’s and giles palmer’s “chasing stars”

part of same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: same mistakes-canon violence/bullying/hazing, drinking/alcohol, angst with a happy ending, swearing, vomiting, hangovers, mentions of therapy, commitment issues, trust issues, abandonment issues, mentions of a parent leaving, yelling/arguing, i added a tad bit to the Green Vipers harassment, realistically this wouldn’t happen in the Navy but realistically i don’t care, like genuinely not one part of this would happen in the Navy but see if I care, i ignore what’s realistic for the drama, the POV do be hopping around,

word count: 5,717

You’re drunk. You’re so drunk. You’re so drunk Rooster’s not sure you’re going to remember much of tonight come morning. He chuckles as you practically fall out of Bob’s arms into a chair at the kitchen table, collapsing. You didn’t tend to drink this much but you and Coyote had flown quite a successful mission and running off the adrenaline and celebratory high, you’d gotten roped into a drinking game with Fanboy and the rest had been history. Phoenix was giggling behind her hand as Bob stood warily behind you, hands out like you might take a spontaneous tumble out of your chair at any moment. Rooster puttered around the kitchen, making the group coffee. The front door opened and Mav appeared in the kitchen doorway, chuckling as he took in the sight of his drunken daughter at the kitchen table.

"How much she’d drink tonight?”

Rooster shook his head. “Too much. She’s gonna be one hungover soul tomorrow. You want a cup?” Maverick nodded as Rooster poured the coffee for the group as you rambled to Phoenix and Bob, telling them a story about your time at the Green Vipers. Any laughter he felt bubbling in his chest turned to ice as he caught the tail end of your sentence, freezing.

“....And they tried to have me killed, you know.” You said, a giggle breaking through your lips. Bob frowned as you slid an arm around his shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, they definitely tried to have me and my wingman killed but like you know, no biggie.”

“Rebel, that’s a huge biggie, what are you talking about?” Phoenix asked, voice full of concern as she sat down across from you. You shrugged.

“Phe, don’t worry. Coyote’s fine now. We’re cool.” Both Phoenix and Bob turned to Maverick and Rooster as your eyes moved between them. “What? What’d I do? Coyote is fine right?” Bob shook his head.

“Coyote’s fine. You saw him tonight, remember?” You frown and then nod your head.

“Oh, yeah, right. I still feel bad though.”

“Why do you feel bad?” Phoenix asked, shifting forward.

“I don’t know, Coyote didn’t even like me and yet he almost died for me. They tried to have him killed too, you know? All because I was his wingman.” Maverick straightens up and grits his teeth. Rooster is torn between the thought of the love of his life gone, before they ever had a chance to fix things, and killing every single person who’d almost taken that away from him. Taken her away from him.

“Here, why don’t you drink the coffee Rooster made you and sober up a little? Let’s get you some food too.” You nod, bringing the mug up to your lips as Bob rose up to get food from the fridge. Maverick grabbed his arm as he walked past.

“How much did Coyote drink tonight?” Bob shook his head.

“Not much, babysitting her was a team effort.” He answers as Maverick sighs.

“I’m gonna go call him, do you guys have it down in here? I- I need to know what the hell she’s talking about.”

“Yeah, we got her. She’s not gonna give you what you’re looking for right now anyways, she’s too drunk.” Rooster let out a breath, his head spinning.

“I’m going for a walk.” Rooster says and strides out of the kitchen. He shuts the front door behind him, the cool night air easing the tension in his chest a little. He’s seeing red and he rests his hands up against his Bronco. A surge of rage and fear flows throw him and he swears as he hits the side of the truck.

“Rooster?” Phoenix calls and he swears again as he turns around, taking in the sight of his best friend, watching him carefully with that all-knowing look of hers. “She’s drunk, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

He huffs, sticking his hands in his pockets as rocks on his heels. “Doesn’t she? Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘drunken words, sober thoughts’?” Phoenix says nothing, simply crossing her arms. “I mean for fuck’s sake Phe, I knew, I knew she was hiding something from me but goddamn if- if I had known it was that those assholes had tried to have her killed I would’ve-” He stops because realistically what would he have done? “Fuck, Nat, I love her. I love her so much and I don’t want to lose her and I can’t- I can’t bear the thought that she might’ve-”

“But she didn't. She’s here, and she loves you and you love her, and one day the two of you are going to get married and settle down and have everything you’ve ever wanted. They didn’t take that.” He nods, her words ringing true somewhere in his brain. He drops to his knees as his hand comes to cover his face, a sob ripping free. He hears Phoenix moving and she drops down next to him, hugging him as best she can at the weird angle. “We don’t know the whole story yet. She’s wasted, she’s got no idea what she’s saying. Don’t- don’t fully freak out yet.” Another sob breaks loose and his shoulders shudder.

“Fuck, why wouldn’t she tell me?”

You’ve switched subjects. Maverick claps Bob on the shoulder as he makes you eggs while Bob tells you about his time at TOPGUN. Thank God for Bob. He steps into the living room and doesn’t breathe until he reaches his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. He finally lets out a breath but his chest still feels tight as he reels with the information that’d just been told to him. The investigation had been confidential, he had no idea what you’d told the committee and Davis, but Coyote had told him enough to know that he hated the Green Vipers. Thompson too. He slides down the back of his door, colliding with the floor as he tries to take another breath of air, desperately wishing Ice was here. He fumbles his phone out, searching for Coyote’s name. He hesitates, only briefly, pressing the call button and putting his phone up to his ear as he hears the dial tone. It only rings twice before the call is being picked up.

“Hello?” He hears Coyote mumble.

“Hey Coyote, sorry to wake you up.”

“’S fine. Is everything okay? Rebel was pretty drunk when we left but Rooster assured me they had it under control.”

“She’s um- yeah she’s pretty drunk. Look, we need to to talk about something.”

“Okay.” He heard the concern behind his voice.

“Look, she said something tonight, about her old squadron. About them trying to get her killed.”

“I mean, they weren’t great to fly with. I was the only one who had her back if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“No. I mean, I can imagine, but no, she specifically mentioned you.”

“Oh.”

“I take it she’s talking about the time the two of you got shot down?”

“Well-”

“Lieutenant Machado, I would like to know what exactly happened to my daughter.”

“Look, Maverick, I really-”

“Coyote, it wasn’t a question. Tell me.”

“Sir-”

“Javy. I know you are her best friend and I love that you care about her so much. I am so glad that she has someone protecting her in the way you do but this is a secret of hers you need to stop protecting.” There’s silence and Maverick cringes at how hard he’d been on the kid. Coyote looked out for his kid and he was sure his daughter was not going to be thrilled about this phone call when she heard about it. Coyote finally sighed.

“Look, I don’t- I don’t have hard evidence that the mission was flown with the intent to get us killed but- but that never should’ve been a two person mission and when Leapfrog said as much, everyone threw a fit about flying it with us. Thompson shut it down as soon as he heard that Leapfrog was going to have Shadow and Raven fly it with us. And-” He stops and Maverick frowns.

“And?”

“Thompson told me, multiple times, once while in air, not to go back for her should anything happen.” Maverick feels his heart stop as Coyote says the words, lead weaving its way through his chest.

“Jesus.”

“Yeah, look, Mav I’ve told her she should tell you but she was determined to not let you find out.”

“Ice know about this?”

“Not that I know of, just that she didn’t like it there. He might’ve picked something up in his meeting with Thompson afterwards, but no, I don’t think she ever said anything to him.” He sighs, running a hand over his face.

“Thanks for telling me.”

“She’s gonna be pissed at me for doing it, but yeah, you’re welcome.” Coyote says, sounding mildly disgruntled. Coyote then sighs. “But I don’t think she ever wanted to admit to anyone the reality of how close she came to dying, about how badly they wanted her gone. Scares her, real bad. I think it’s the reason she didn’t trust this team when she got here, only me. So, yeah maybe that’s something you should discuss with her when she’s sober.” Maverick sighs.

“Yeah, we’re gonna be discussing a lot of things when she’s sober.”

“I bet. Look Mav, I’m gonna go back to sleep but uh-”

“Yeah, no, you’re fine. Goodnight Coyote.”

“Night.” The call clicks off right as there’s a soft knock on his door. He stands up, unlocking it and pulling it open, revealing a hesitant Bob.

“Hey, she’s passed out on the couch. Phoenix drove Rooster home and I’m gonna head out too, unless you need anything else.” Maverick shakes his head.

“No, I think we’re good. Thank you for your help Bob.” He hears the front door shut and he locks it behind Bob, heading out to the living room, where you are indeed passed out. He sighs, pulling a chair out from the kitchen instead of sitting on the recliner, opting to have a perfect view of the steady rise and fall of his daughter’s chest. She’s still here.

You groaned, shifting as your back aches. Your head is pounding and you blearily open your eyes. You realize you’re on the couch and you groan as you sit up. You hold your head as you look around the living room. There’s noise coming from the kitchen and after a few minutes, you stand up, heading for the kitchen door. You open it, blinking at the sight of Coyote. “Why are you in my kitchen?” You grumble, clocking the Advil and the water on the counter.

“Good morning starshine, the Earth says hello!″ He exclaims brightly and you groan, opening the cap to the Advil.

“You spend too much time on TikTok.”

“You’re the one who made me download it.” You don’t respond as you down the medicine, all but collapsing at the kitchen table.

“So why are you in my kitchen?”

“Well, Rooster and Mav can’t stand the sight of you right now, so I was tasked with babysitting you lest you wake up in a puddle of your own puke.”

“What’d I do?” You grumble, head coming to rest on the cool countertop.

“How much of last night do you remember?” You blink, your brain pounding as your try to recall the night prior.

“Not much. I can’t recall much after Rooster’s third rendition of Great Balls of Fire.”

“So you don’t remember any part of what you said after you left the Hard Deck last night?”

“Should I?” He sighs and moves to sit down across from you, handing you In’N’Out.

“Here, Jake brought you food for your hangover.” You pull the food from the bag as your best friend stares expectantly at you.

“The only nice thing Bagman has ever done for me. What time is it?” Coyote glances at his watch.

“It’s almost 1.”

You groan again, the sight of the food making you mildly nauseous. “K, seriously Javy, what’d I do?”

“I got a call from your Dad last night at like 3 in the morning. Apparently, you were saying some pretty concerning stuff.” You frown.

“Like what?”

“Like that we almost died.”

“Okay? They know about that.”

“(Y/N), you told them.”

“Coyote, I’m too hungover for this. Spell it out for me.”

“You told them about how the Green Vipers tried to have you killed.” The food in your mouth suddenly feels dry and you feel like you might be sick, not just because of your hangover.

“No. What’d I say?”

He shrugged. “Dunno, they didn’t tell me.” The front door opens and slams and Rooster appears in the kitchen doorway. He looks thoroughly pissed off. Great.

“Hey Coyote, you can head out if you want, I got it from here.” Rooster says and you groan, putting your head into your hands. Coyote nods, standing up and you mentally curse him. The front door shuts and you don’t look up at Rooster. If you did, you would’ve seen the way he was standing with his arms crossed, pissed but scared. “Okay, we need to talk about this.

“Rooster, I am too hungover for us to fight about this right now.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

You shrug. “I don’t- it’s not important.”

He scoffs. “Of course it’s important. How do you throw that shit out there like that? Hey, my wingman and I were almost killed by our old squadron, no biggie. (Y/N), this makes me feel like I can’t trust you.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit, don’t go there.”

“Well! It feels like every time I turn around there’s something else you’ve been lying to me about! What’s it gonna be next?” You glare at him.

“So why are you still with me then? If you can’t trust me, why do you stay?”

“Hey, that’s a fucking cheap cop-out. Don’t sit here and do that.”

“Do what? It’s the truth!” He scoffs and shakes his head and you stand up. “I’m not fucking doing this with you right now Bradshaw, I’m way too goddamn hungover.”

“Well, too fucking bad, we’re doing it.”

“Doing what? Why’re the two of you yelling at each other?” Your Dad asks and both you look over to him, not realizing he’d gotten home. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all and your stomach sinks.

“Nothing, I’m going back to bed.” You say, standing up from the kitchen, food hardly touched.

“We’re not done talking about this Rebel!” He shouts from behind you. You respond by slamming your bedroom door.

The sound of pool balls hitting each other echoes in his ears as he replays the last 24 hours. The team is chattering around him, blissfully unaware to his internal turmoil. Phoenix claps him on the shoulder and he glances up at her, a sympathetic look on her face. “Hey, where’s Coyote and Rebel?” Fritz calls. He shrugs.

“She’s violently hungover. Been puking all day. Coyote’s keeping an eye on her.” Hangman responds, not looking up from his phone. Payback chuckles.

“Shouldn’t you be holding back your girlfriend’s hair, not Coyote?”

Rooster sighs. “We’re not speaking at the moment.” Phoenix glances at him, confused.

“Jeez, what happened between last night and now?” Fanboy asks, the attention having been fully shifted to him.

“They had a huge fight this morning.”

“We did not- Hangman, how do you know that?”

“Coyote told me. Apparently Rebel’s been crying all day, you know, when she’s not puking out her intestines.”

“Course he did.” Rooster mumbles, cursing the day Hangman and Coyote got together.

“What did y’all fight about?” Halo asks.

“She can’t stop keeping so many fucking secrets from me.” He says before he can stop himself, feeling the anger rise up again.

“What she hide from you this time?” Omaha asks, leaning up against his cue.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be airing out her secrets when she’s not her to explain them.” Bob protests, but Rooster ignored him.

“You know her old team tried to have her killed?”

“Or not.” Bob mutters, shaking his head. Everyone’s eyes went wide.

“They what?” Fanboy asks.

“Coyote too. He was a by-product of it.”

“I’m gonna kill someone.” Hangman mutters, knuckles turning white as he grabs the pool cue tightly. Thankfully, Phoenix steps in.

“Okay, that’s enough. Rooster, figure your shit out with her. The rest of you, you’re dropping this. You didn’t hear a word. Hangman, do not get in the middle of this do you understand me?”

A muttering of “Yes ma’am” echoes around the table. Phoenix shoots Rooster a look, one that has his stomach twisting. This wasn’t over, not yet.

You groan, leaning your head against the cabinet as you finish puking. Coyote grimaces as he sits next to you, knees drawn up to his chest, watching you carefully. “Well, we’re bonding, that’s for sure.” He says.

“You’ve seen me hungover before.”

“Yeah, but not this hungover.”

“Well, the anticipatory anxiety of getting dumped by the love of my life is probably not helping.” He sighs.

“You really think he’s gonna break up with you?” You shrug.

“I’d say we’re about 50/50 even right now.”

“You talk to him since this morning?” You shake your head, shakily standing up to brush your teeth. “Look, (Y/N), I- I really think you should talk to someone.”

“’M talking to you.” You mumble, mouth full of toothpaste and his eyes narrow.

“Not what I meant. Why’d you keep this from them?” You spit out the tooth paste and rinse out your mouth before answering.

“Didn’t want them to worry.”

“Would that be so bad? Letting them worry about you?”

“I just don’t want them to worry about me anymore then they already do, you know? Not worth it.” You say, sitting back down on the ground, stretching out your legs.

“It’s your Dad and the guy you’re going to marry. I think it’s okay to not keep them at arms length at all times.”

“You don’t know that we’re gonna get married. We’re not even engaged.”

“Rebel.”

“Coyote.” You say, matching his tone.

“I’m serious, why do you shut him out? Why is letting him care about you so scary?” You shrug. You didn't have a good answer. He sighs, crossing his arms. “Look, I get that it takes you a while to trust people, to let them in. And I get that after everything our old team put you through, it’d be scary to trust that these people have your back on and off the ground. But they really care about you, especially Rooster. But if you keeping going through life like this, you’re gonna lose him. And admittedly I’m- I’m worried about you.”

“What, you gonna dump me as best friend too? There’s the door.”

He kicks your ankle. “Hey, none of that. We’re for life, you and I both know that. But why do you do that? Any time anybody tries to get close you shut them out and tell them they know where the door is.” You shrug again. He sucks in a deep breathe. “Does this have anything to do with your mom?”

You glare at him. “Don’t bring her into this.”

“Does it?”

“You don’t know shit Machado.”

“I think I do.” He eyes you carefully, unwavering. “Look, you don’t have to talk to me. You don’t have to talk to Bradshaw or even Maverick. But you gotta talk to someone. I don’t want you to lose Rooster because you can’t learn to trust him completely. You can’t spend the rest of your life with one foot out the door, waiting to bolt at the first sign of trouble.”

“And just what are you suggesting I do Javy?”

“What do you think?”

You sigh, pulling your helmet off, cracking your neck. You made eye contact with Coyote, who walked over to you, linking his arm with you. “Well, that could’ve gone better.”

He chuckles. “Hard for training to go smoothly when Mom and Dad are fighting.”

The two of you move towards the locker rooms, only to be met with Rooster, who’s lingering outside the girls door. You weren’t sure how he got here before you, but he’s clearly been waiting, still in his flight suit. You pause and Coyote drops your arm, looking between the two of you. “I’m gonna go be anywhere but here.” He says, fast walking to his locker room and you wince at the sound of the door shutting behind him.

“We need to talk.” Rooster says, pushing himself off the wall.

“K.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t feign disinterest.” You shrug. “Stop fucking shutting me out.”

“You said you don’t trust me.”

“No, I said when you keep secrets from me, it makes me feel like I can’t trust you. I never said I didn’t trust you. There’s a difference.”

“Not really.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Really?” He asks, shooting you a look. You sigh, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Maybe we should just break up.”

His eyes widen. “Is that what you want? Because that’s not what I want.”

“Of fucking course that’s not what I want but if you don’t trust me and you don’t think I trust you then why the fuck are we doing this?”

“I do trust you and because we love each other.”

“Is that enough?” He takes a few steps back, hurt flashing across his face.

“It used to be.”

“Well maybe it’s not anymore.” He sighs, shaking his head and the sound of boots on tile alerts you to the presence of Bob and Phoenix, who are eyeing the current situation with mild concern. “Whatever.” You say, pushing past him and into your own locker room, trying to blink back the tears before they could fall.

The house is dark as you sit under the blanket, fingers moving mindlessly as you played another game of Mario Kart. You’d set the game to all 48 tracks and had been playing for the last however long, enjoying the mindless distraction from the last few days. There’s a knock at the door but you don’t make to move. “It’s open.” You call. The door opens and you look up to see Rooster hanging by the door way. “Hey.” You say softly, finishing out the round.

“That was a nice shot there at the last minute.”

“Thanks.”

“Stop leaving that door unlocked, by the way. You’re gonna invite a serial killer in here one day.” You shrug, not responding as the next round starts. Rooster flicks the light on but you don’t pause the game and he doesn’t move from his place by the door. He watches you play as you wait with bated breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. After two different rounds you sigh, clicking the pause button, hearing the familiar tone. You sit up, crossing your legs.

“You here to break up with me?” He sighs.

“Are we really- why is that always where you go when we fight? I’m not breaking up with you.”

“I told you when we got together that I knew how this ends.”

“And I told you it didn’t have to end like that. Look, I get that your Mom walked out on your Dad but I will never walk out on you. I promise.”

“I’m sure she thought that too.”

“(Y/N), Jesus- I love you. I’m gonna marry you someday. I’m not going anywhere. Stop punishing me and making me pay for what your Mom did.” You shrug, picking at your fingernails, not making eye contact with him. He sighs, moving to kneel in front of you, taking one of your hands. “I love you, but I need you to let me in. I need you to trust me and trust that when I say I’m not going to leave, I mean it.” You didn’t say anything, not meeting his eyes. “Will you please tell me the full truth now? I still don’t even really know who I’m supposed to kill over this.” You let his hand go, rolling your eyes as you groan.

“The mission where Coyote and I got shot down, we- ugh, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t meant to come home from that mission. I don’t think anybody expected or wanted me to walk away from it. We got the mission orders the morning of, and if we’re being honest, I think they were withheld on purpose. There was no time to train or to prepare. Leapfrog, the Green Vipers Warlock, threw a fit when he found out Coyote and I were going alone and the way the entire team freaked out about the thought of going, it just- it screamed foul play. When Thompson found out Leapfrog was overriding Thompson’s orders and was sending Shadow and Raven, our best two-seater team, he flipped out. Told them under no circumstances were they to fly the mission with us.”

He stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “That means they were willing to sacrifice Coyote for your life.”

“Yeah.”

Rooster’s silent as he stands up, pacing the living room. “Jesus. No wonder you and Coyote are so tight.”

“Yeah.”

“You tell the investigation committee this?”

“Oh hell no.” He looks at you and the anger is back.

“What? What the fuck were you thinking? Thompson still has a job because you let this slide.” You narrow your eyes.

“Don’t fucking put this on me. What should I have said? Hey, I think my old Admiral tried to have me killed and my old squadron was in on it? My own teammates were willing to sacrifice my wingman to get rid of me but I’ve got no hard evidence? Yeah, I’m sure the Navy would’ve appreciated that one. No, Thompson still has a job because it’s the Navy and he’s highly decorated.”

“That doesn’t mean shit if he’s intentionally trying to get pilots killed!”

“What’re you going to do, tell Mav on me?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I’m thinking about it!” You roll your eyes, shooting him a look.

“And what would you have me do Bradley? Javy’s wings were at stake. Shadow put his hands me, I wasn’t exactly in a position to be telling the Navy this.”

Rooster’s next words are deadly quiet. “He what?” You sigh.

“The day they got the dishonorable discharge. He showed up at the Hard Deck, put his hands on me. Cyclone happened to be there, told him to take his hands off me unless he wanted to be arrested.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He hisses.

“Wasn’t the first time either. But I told the committee about that, I swear to God.” Rooster stares at you, fixing you with a look that’s full of anger.

“What did he do to you?”

“Nothing serious. It’s the same pattern. He’d get drunk, someone would piss him off, and he’d tried to take it out on me. Green Vipers egged him on. Coyote stopped him anytime he got close but it’s the reason I wouldn’t go anywhere without him when I first got here. I didn’t trust the Daggers at first because of all of it.” Rooster sighs, eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m gonna fucking- I swear to God- if I ever see him, I’ll-”

“What? What’re you gonna do?”

He pauses. “Didn’t get that far.”

“Yeah, I know. Take a breath.” He glares at you, but he does in fact take a breath.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me any of this?”

“Because, I don’t know, I knew you’d worry and it just seemed pointless, especially after the investigation.”

“Of fucking course I worry about you! You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life. Do you know how scared it makes me? To know that I almost lost you before we ever fixed things? These people tormented you for two years and I- I wasn’t there for it and that makes me feel like shit.”

“Bradley, that’s not your fault.” He huffs, hands on his hips and had the two of you not been in the middle of the worst fight of your entire relationship, you would’ve laughed at him for how silly he looked. “Look, what happened really scared me. And I didn’t trust anyone other than Javy for a really long time. I still find myself looking over my shoulder sometimes. And I know, keeping things like this from you, from Dad, it just makes me worse off for pretending they never happened.”

“Okay.” He prompted and you took a deep breath.

“Look, I’m working on it okay? And it won’t be overnight, but- no more surprises. I promise.” He sighs, nodding, hands still on his hips. “Stop standing like that, you look ridiculous.” He sneers, but drops his hands nonetheless. “Are we good?”

He sighs, moving to sit next to you, arms on his knees. “You mean it? You’re gonna start fully trusting me?”

You nod. “Might need a couple reminders you aren’t gonna take off, but yeah, I’m working on it.”

“And I’ll be more than happy to give them to you. You have somebody to talk to, even if it’s not me?”

“Yeah, I’m looking into a few things.”

“Okay. Good. Then we’re great.” You sigh as he takes your hand. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“Well, I yelled back.” He chuckles.

“Still, I shouldn’t have. I was just- so angry. Angry with you for not telling me, angry at them for what they did to you, and just- scared.”

“It’s okay. You’re like Dad that way. Neither of you are particularly calm or rational when it comes to the people you love being hurt.” He smiles.

You tuck your head into the crook of his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head softly. “I love you, so much, and I’m not going to go anywhere.”

“I love you too.” You mumble back. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments more as he rubs his thumbs cross your knuckles.

“Hey, speaking of, you tell Mav about any of this?”

You immediately pale.

You sat on the floor, laptop sitting open on the couch as you finished the last of the new patient intake paperwork. The front door shuts and your Dad strides into the room. “Hey, we need to talk.”

“Yeah, I know. Just let me finish this real quick and then we can.” He moves behind you, peering over your shoulder.

“What’re you doing?”

“Filling out this new patient paperwork for a therapist.”

“You know the Navy’s got things like this right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t trust anyone who actively works for the Navy with the stuff I have to work out.”

“Fair.”

“Anyways, Penny knows this man who left and went back to school and opened his own practice. Specializes in working with active-duty and veterans.”

“Penny didn’t tell me about this.”

“I asked her not to.”

“Ah, more things you’re keeping from me, I see.”

“Would you have preferred to hear it from me or Penny?”

“You.”

“Yeah, right so, what do you think I was planning on doing?” Your Dad is silent as you sign your name and click submit. “Okay, let’s talk.”

He sighs and sits down next to you. “Alright, you want to start explaining yourself?”

You blink at him in surprise. “I gotta admit Dad, I was expecting more yelling from you.”

“I think you and Bradley have been doing enough of that yourselves.”

“What ever do you mean, we’ve been doing a bang-up job of communicating lately. Carole and Goose would be so proud.” You joke and he nudges your shoulder with his own.

“The two of you patch things up?” You nod. “So therapy huh?”

“I thought you wanted to talk.”

“Well, maybe this is a good place to start.” You sigh, kicking out your legs as you lean your head up against the back of the couch.

“It was Coyote’s idea and after originally telling to him to fuck off, it- it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. I don’t know- the day I was hungover, Javy cornered me, because I was vomiting and couldn’t go anywhere, and told me that if I continued to live life with one foot halfway out the door, I was going to lose Rooster and god- I wanted to smack him because he’s never been more right.” You shake your head, letting your eyes fall close. “He’s right because I don’t know how to fully trust Rooster, knowing how it ended with you and Mom. And I keep all these secrets from him, and you, because I never want to let anyone close enough to do what she did, to walk out and not come back. I don’t want to let anyone care about me or worry about me. It goes so far beyond what they did to me, but I can’t- I can’t keep living like this. I’ve spent so long being scared and I don’t want to be scared anymore but I- I don’t know how.” Your Dad puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Knowing you were hurt, and I was none the wiser, it killed me to think that if things had gone differently, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now. I would be none the wiser to what had happened, instead burying someone else I loved. I love you kiddo and I’m not angry with you for keeping this from me. Realistically, I get it. How are you supposed to explain something like this? No, I’m disappointed in myself because you felt like you couldn’t trust me.”

“Dad, no.”

“And I’m disappointed that even after all this time, you still struggle to trust Rooster. He’s a good kid and loves you so much. And if going to therapy, having someone to talk to, is going to allow you to fully let him and care about you, then I’m all for it. I’m your Dad, there’s nothing you could do to push me away. But with him, I don’t want to watch you ruin what you guys have for her. Don’t throw away your second chance.”

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Since it's the wintery season, I thought I'd suggest something somewhat fitting: I've always sorta thought Blake would hate/fear snow because of what happened to him on Mt. Silver, so how about a Reader x Blake where Reader tries to help him with his fear of snow by just like taking him out in front of their house after a light snowfall (or during one, if he feels okay enough to try)?

For many, the sight of light snowfall on a cool winter's night would bring happiness and joy, especially during the Christmas season. People and Pokémon alike would be out enjoying the weather, along with all the decorations Johto had to offer.

But for one trainer in particular..the sight only filled him with dread and anxiety.

Just looking at a single falling snowflake was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach, wanting to hide away from the world. And that’s exactly what he ended up doing when he visited your house.

He brought his whole Pokémon team over to help you decorate. He was going to finish helping you set up the tree.

Though after it suddenly began snowing outside, he panicked and retreated into your shared bedroom with Typhlosion.

For hours, he remained huddled there, curtains drawn and the lights off. Nothing but his starter’s gently flickering flames illuminated him, keeping him warm while he rested by his bedside.

But even with that and all the blankets..it didn’t feel like enough for Blake.

He was still shivering, recalling how he felt this exact same way atop Mt. Silver.

Despite all the therapy, sleep didn’t come for him easily. He was far too scared to even close his eyes, fearing he’ll wind up back there--with his entire team dead and Typhlosion barely able to keep himself alive.

It definitely would have been the worst nightmare he’s ever had: thinking that you saved him and he recovered from the horrors after a few long months, only to find out it was all just a figment of his imagination.

Dying cold and alone in the snow after having this much hope would have been the cruelest reality.

Yet...part of him felt guilty for thinking such things.

He knew you saved him. He knew he was getting better. He knew this situation he was in right now was real.

He should be out there with you, decorating and enjoying the season like any normal boyfriend would.

But here he was, the once confident and cocky Blake Gold--now a coward who’s afraid of a tiny snowflake. You probably thought he was a real loser for basically ditching you and the festivities.

However, you understood his fears. And you didn’t wanna push him to come out if he wasn’t ready yet.

Though..the longer you spent decorating the tree with his Pidgeot, some Unowns, and Tyranitar, you wondered if it was healthy for him to stay in that dark room for hours on end. It was already nighttime and he still hadn’t come out. Not even for food.

You wanted him to be surprised and give him something to smile about. So you added some pizzazz to the tree: with plushies and ornaments made of glass and plastic that the markets were selling. You even had a little tribute to Articuno in the corner, hoping it would keep the blizzards at bay.

Not only for the town’s sake, but also Blake’s.

Speaking of whom, you decided to check on him after Tyranitar put the star (of course, shaped like a Shiny Staryu) up. You wanted him to see the finished product, so you headed down to the room.

You gently knocked, hearing him say you could come in. But upon opening the door, you felt like you just walked into a dark cave; though luckily you didn’t need Flash in this case, as Typhlosion’s fire was enough for you to see your boyfriend’s exhausted state.

Forcing a light smile, you knelt beside the bed. “Hey, honey. We finished the tree if you wanna come see it.”

“....awh man, really? I was gonna help..” Blake pouted, although that convinced him to sit up. He kept the blanket around himself as he reached for his hat, hiding his messy bedhead. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. We can add more stuff to it together.”

Nodding, he mustered up the strength to get out of bed. Alongside Typhlosion, he followed you back into the living room, finally seeing the tree lit up.

But while his fire-type smiled fondly, Blake’s attention was instantly on the outside world--and the persistent snowfall. It was a lot lighter now, but it didn’t make him feel any better.

In fact, he could only feel worse the longer he stared out the window.

Yet..it was so hard to look away.

He felt stupid for being so scared. It seemed so childish, though that tightness in his chest told him otherwise, as it hit him so hard he nearly forgot how to breathe.

It was suffocating.

“I know your Pokémon aren’t interior designers, but they did--Blake? Blake, honey?”

Feeling your hand taking his own, he gasped rather suddenly, not even realizing he refused to breathe a few seconds ago. And it made him cough as he turned away from the window, dissolving into small gasps amid his fit of panic. You helped him sit down on the couch, rubbing circles into his back as you led him through some breathing exercises, comforting him through it all.

“Shh, it’s okay..it’s alright. I got you. You’re okay, you’re safe.” You soothed. He just shuddered in response, head buried into your shoulder as his prosthetic arm wrapped around you tightly.

A few sobs escaped him during that time, though within a few minutes he had calmed down a little bit. His shoulders slumped with newfound exhaustion, hating the fact that he was still feeling this way.

He wanted to tell you what a great job you did on the tree. But his fears wouldn’t even allow him to do that.

“M-Maybe I should go back to my room..” He was close to crying, wondering why you put up with him.

“You can’t spend Christmas locked away in there.” You gently insisted. “I’m sorry, I should’ve closed those blinds-”

“Y-You shouldn’t have to do that for me.” Shaking his head, he sniffled and looked up at you. “I don’t wanna feel like this anymore..it’s hell, [y/n]. I wanna enjoy the snow with you and...a-and remember it’s not all scary and stuff.”

You were surprise he admitted to wanting to see the snow, but that gave you an idea that just might help him slowly conquer his fears. “Maybe..we can do that.”

“What..do you mean?”

“You wanna try watching it through the window?”

At first, his eyes widened at the mere suggestion. But you added onto that, hoping he’ll at least try it. Just this once.

“I mean we can look at it together for a few seconds. I’ll be right beside you, and Typhlosion’s welcomed to come along if he wants.”

“Typhlo..!”

"That’s right.” You looked at the Volcano Pokemon, smiling softly. “You know we both won’t let anything happen to you, Blake. But it’s up to you.”

Blake was silent for a few moments, internally debating on whether he was up for this task. But he agreed, not wanting this phobia to rule over his life more than it already did.

After seeing his nod, you took his hand and stood up together, heading over to the window. Typhlosion remained close by his master’s side, leaning his head against his leg.

You could see Blake’s hesitance, given his eyes remained downcast. “I got you. Whenever you’re ready.”

“...a-alright, here goes nothing.”

Finally, he bravely looked out the window. That familiar panicked feeling was coming back, though you squeezed his hand to assure him everything was okay. And the more he looked....the more he realized you were right.

It was quite beautiful out. With all the lights and the snowfall gently coming down, blanketing the ground in white. He could even see a few ice-types in the streets, including a Swinub digging its nose in the dirt.

His mind would normally tell him it was in distress, about to be overcome with frostbite, yet it looked quite happy as a few other Swinubs joined it in their search for food.

"Y-You..see that pack of Swinub looking for food? It’s cute.” A small chuckle left him, though he decided that was enough and looked away from the window. A shaky exhale escaped him next, but he didn’t feel his heart hammering against his chest like before.

You could see that he enjoyed it, too, and smiled, kissing his cheek. “Yeah, it was. I’m proud of you, hun.”

“Th-Thanks.” With a smile of his own, he let go of your hand so you could close the blinds. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll..try stepping outside. Maybe.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Satisfied, you both walked away from the window. And you showed him the Christmas tree and all its holiday glory, making him smile grow even more.

Maybe in time, he’ll learn not to fear the snow. Atop that mountain, it was a merciless, awful thing that forever changed his perception of it.

But he realized that down here...it was quite gentle.

And with you here to help him, hopefully he’ll start seeing the good in it again.

#clanask #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #pokepasta x reader #fnf blake #hurt/comfort #fluff

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never-ending-fanfic · 10 months

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I'm in the middle of a twenty-show-weekend and I don't have any brainpower left to choose anything, so you wanna just tell me all the questions for The Fall Of Fulcrum?

Oh God, you're serious.

ABSOLUTELY!

1. Of the fics you've written, which is your favourite and why?

Since we're talking about The Fall of Fulcrum... No but seriously, it is. It'll always have a special place in my heart ♥️

2. Which scene was your favourite to write?

It's a hard tie between the rescue, the panic attack and the hand holding scene, I loved writing these so much!

3. Which part of it was the hardest to write?

So far I think the therapy sessions. I really enjoy adding them in, but because I study psychology, I have that impulse to make everything as accurate as possible and it's difficult to enjoy writing it (nevertheless I love these scenes)

4. If you could change anything in it, what would it be?

I would add a few filler scenes before the rescue and maybe during medbay stay, but overall I think I like the outcome so far

5. Did you make an outline for it? Did you stick to it?

I did only for the first 3 chapters and I stuck to it enough. The rest I write as I go, which sometimes kicks me in the ass

6. Which scenes did you cut and which were added?

I know for a fact I cut out at least one torture scene (I wrote too many) but I might still use it as maybe a flashback or a nightmare in the future 🙃

I also needed to get rid of one deep conversation between Kallus and Zeb but I might find a good time to add it in

I changed a conversation between Zeb and Hera about Kallus not wanting to stay with them and- in the fic he's having that talk with Ezra. Same for Kanera being parents and discovering the kids have the transmissions- Hera was originally the one who got up at night and joined Sabine in the common room, not Kanan.

As for the added scenes, I can assure you I did not in fact intend to have Kallus and Zeb irritated before the hand holding in chapter 12 (as in Kal was irritated at therapy and everything because trauma and Zeb at being helpless). I also come up with scenes with Kanan on the spot. I didn't plan the stuffed tooka, but I don't regret writing it ♥️

7. Who was your favourite character to write in it?

Kallus is a treat to write as always, but I absolutely love writing Zeb, Hera and Chopper. I also very much enjoyed the scenes with my OCs (so far we have Oasay, D'alier, Faddis & ✨the boys✨), I love coming up with characters

8. Which came first, the title or the fic?

Definitely the fic. In fact it didn't have the title until the day I decided to overcome my huge fear and publish the first chapter, because AO3 wouldn't let me do that wuthout naming the fic (ridiculous)

9. Which idea came to you first?

Definitely the rescue. To be honest I wrote the entire pre-rescue part just to reach it. I also straight up knew I wanted to include a major panic attack scene and one that is yet to come

10. What are some facts readers might not know about?

Oh buckle up

I like, totally forgot to add Rex into the story at the beginning, that's why he only shows up when they go to rescue Kallus (and it's thanks to @probablynot-john that he's actually in the fic at all 💕)

similarly to the above, Pryce was gonna be one of Kallus' captors responsible for his torture, she was even in the tags, but then I totally forgot to add her in (a bit because she's a bitch and I can't write her)

I explicitly changed my plans of sleeping late, to go to an extra lecture on Values and Growth after Trauma I found out about like 2 hours before it started, because it sounded like it would help me write Kallus' trauma (and it does, so be thankful)

I planned to write a scene of burning the Fulcrum symbol onto Kallus' back but I didn't believe in myself enough to do it (I thought it would be a little too graphic) but I might change my mind someday, because that plot will have a comeback

I originally planned to make Kallus not talk after the rescue, but it was too difficult to add to the plot, so I dropped the idea

the reaction to hearing the word 'Fulcrum' is actually a real thing and I believe it's connected to classical conditioning- Thrawn always used that name right before torturing Kallus, so now Kallus associates that name with pain

it'll be mentioned and explained in the future so heads up: ‼️spoilers‼️ but one of Kallus' coping mechanisms during torture was dissociation- it activates when someone withstands situations too heavy for their mind and body to handle and also can cause partial amnesia- that's why Kallus doesn't remember getting rescued (Kanan and Rex called it 'catatonia' in the fic, the actual name is dissociation but again, my guys are not psychologists so forgive them. However Ninna Faddis will use that name sometime in the future I think)

Thank you so much for asking! I had a blast responding! ♥️♥️♥️

#star wars rebels #star wars #alexsandr kallus #kallus #agent kallus #alex kallus #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #sabine #captain rex #chopper #thrawn #my ocs my beloved #the fall of fulcrum

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honeybee-taskforce · 4 months

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1x02 Rewatch Thoughts and Feelings

same disclaimer i’m on my phone typos and grammar errors can be invoiced to my publicist for review (its me)

-I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH what a fuckin fever dream hearing that song again

-oh wow they are grilling the hell out of him for this routine lmfao i forgot how much they tease him about all of this

-this was one of those scenes i mentioned where the emergency escalated so quick and was not what i expected it to be at all lmfao

-the aging with the bird box netflix comment zzzzzz i hate when media does this but i can overlook it here

-paul doing a thing we need another of these on season five. TWO if i may be so brave to request

-where the hell did this delivery driver even get the mercury for this now that i really think about it

-there’s some weird liberty mutual ad playing right now that has a baby talking about insurance im kind of in awe at the absurdity

-owen struggling to let go of his hair treatment goofy ass

-judd in therapy hits so hard ugh grace being there with him and he is truly trying and even has his comfort pillow for hugging because he needs something but it just isnt enough yet my heart hurts for him so much

-i forgot that grace is near sobbing when he leaves jesus christ that hurts too she loves this man so much and his pain is hers (and vice versa of course) i’m so glad that never goes away as the show goes on. Even if i could use more of it.

-michelle helping this little boy is a great foil to her introduction and i love it a lot, BUT overall i can’t find a way to care about this whole plot with Iris missing. Probably because i know it doesn’t go anywhere after this season except for the start of season 4…. I really wonder how different everything would have been had liv stayed and plot lines not adjusted accordingly. -“what the pissed off look on my fave aint enough proof” judd you teddy bear you know its not lmfao

-“he doesn’t know i’m sick” YOU NEED TO TELL HIMMMMMM

-my extended family cooks a pig just like this in a pit and everything and it tastes soooooo good

-“but just so you know i am a homosexual 😉” this whole bit is so silly and i like that they added it after a few intense back to back bits with the first emergency, michelle’s stuff, and owen’s chat with judd

-shakes ass to last night in my stillettos while these two hook up for the first and definitely not the last time

-tk give him back his damn belt you know that is not yours you rude city boy!

-carlos is all doe eye and soulmate smitten ahhhhh you cutie pie

-michelle goes to a psychic what the hell i dont remember this. BUT NOW IM REALIZING ITS THE SAME LADY WITH THE WORMS LATER ON IN THE SHOW HUHHHHH (right? Or am i losing my mind)

-spongebob movie voice: BALD BALD BALD BALD BALD

-the lady leaving herself to die in a fire because hes bald????? I know its a nightmare but wtf i forgot about all of that too 😭

-owen embracing this guy’s fantasy about the overlords but not being able to wrap his own head around his health’s reality is heartbreaking… at least he’s forced to address it once TK finds the meds

-owen and judd riding horses already getting that brotherly bond started ooooo i love them so much

-oh god first date time oh wow olay here we go CARLOS YOU'RE SO SMITTEN BUT NOWS NOT THE TIIIIME

-the boys miscommunicating for the first and certainly not the last time but its okay because it’s all a part of their story <3

-carlos calling this a hookup boy you know damn well that is not how you feel about this

-tk is so sad when he apologizes for the misunderstanding because the last thing he wants is to hurt anyone else but he can’t stop himself and it all just gets worse and worse in his eyes…. At least we know it gets better eventually. -grace helping judd count to 5 and she is so proud of him oh i love these two so goddamn much they are perfect and i need even more of them in season five

-does every episode of season 1 end with a song playing over a montage of stuff happening like did i just block that from my memory

-owen taking the first step to being more comfortable with his reality outside of the obvious therapy and treatments ugh so good.

god season one feels like a completely different show from the rest of it? Obviously the changes with casting and covid messed somethings up but i wonder how different everything would have been had the pandemic not happened and they were able to collow through on plot lines they wanted to from the beginning

#honeybeewatchforce #911 lone star rewatch 2024 #911 lone star

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inkofamethyst · 2 years

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June 12, 2022

Advertising is so... tiring. Like yes I want marketing majors to get their bags but just,,, please leave me, in particular, alone. And then you’ve got ~Meta~ trying to convince everyone that targeted ads are in fact a good thing (and Apple has an ad out which says almost basically the opposite which is kind of funny) when I know in the pit of my soul that they’re really not and I just...

The thing about having so many older people in Congress is that (I find) they’re just so generally unequipped to understand the problems that we’re facing today specifically with regard to technology. I mean I don’t think there should be an age cap or anything, as everyone deserves representation in government (and maybe a term limit might be better), but I do think it’s a shame that there are so few young people involved. I mean, granted, Gen Z isn’t quite old enough to pop into Congress yet, but I’m not even sure if many of us will when we get the chance even though we should be. Internet literacy is something we’ve been growing up with our entire lives. I think we’d be sufficiently equipped to handle understanding the nuances of technology in the internet age. But idk, maybe I’m just a twenty-something without a job who does nothing but vote.

I AM SO TIRED OF WORRYING ABOUT THINGS I WISH I COULD JUST HAVE A BREAK. FROM EVERYTHING. Send me to the seaside for my health why don’t ya. The salty spray and periodic waves would do me some good. And I don’t want to see a single person for a month. Drop off my food in little parachuted crates from a helicopter.

I went to an art gallery with saxophone-guy and it pains me to say that I wasn’t really able to enjoy it. I went to an arts festival with my parents and it pains me to say that I didn’t really enjoy it. I mean of course I told them I did, and it didn’t really have anything to do with the company I had, but still. Something is most definitely wrong. I wonder if it would be worth it to begin therapy again. I don’t really want to, not really. I am my father’s child in that I don’t really like people all up in my business. But something must be wrong if I have to lie to people when they ask whether I’m increasingly looking forward to my study abroad. Of course I tell everyone yes, but the true answer is that I feel almost entirely neutral. Painfully indifferent.

I watched Multiverse of Madness. I enjoyed it, but I wouldn’t say it was one of my favorites. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Wanda. All she does is cause problems and solve them after extensive fighting and you know what? Good for her; she will always have a supporter here. But idk. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and my tastes are changing, but this was Actually maybe my opinion of the movie has been clouded by my own clouded mind. It was a pleasure seeing Patrick Stewart on screen (despite never having seen any of the X-Men movies) and hearing the X-Men theeeeeme (I quite literally screamed internally). America Chavez seems lovely. What Wanda did with Blackbolt (I feel like he may have been the same guy from the Inhumans show but also it can’t be hard to find a stocky white man with a stubbly chin to stick into a mask)?? Iconic. Do I think Wanda’s dead? Absolutely not. Do I think she’ll be out of sight for a while because they continue to find reasons to nerf ma girl? Yes (Wanda would be an incredible hero if she wasn’t so mentally unstable and I relate to that entirely). Do I think she’ll show up in a time of need in the future and do some funky magic that makes things worse? Yes. Do I think she’ll also be involved in the solution to the problem she caused? Also yes.

Binged Moon Knight, loved it. Like, seriously, I loved all of it, and I cannot wait for the next season. I wonder if the writers consulted folks with DID. They must have. It’s very refreshing to have somewhere other than NYC be in peril lol. And an Egyptian Superhero??? AHH YES we love to see it. Did Marvel hold off on a lot of their representation until after their main storyline seemed to be finished? Perhaps, and maybe that’s something to critique, but I also think it follows the Riordan tactic of gaining an audience and then peppering it in as you see fit.

That said... it would be sort of nice if Marvel slowed down a little. The market feels so incredibly saturated and I continue to watch because I love me a good fight in a cape n all... but if production on all these projects was a little slower... if watching the movies felt like a treat again, and less like an obligation in order to keep up with a storyline... I think I just want to experience that feeling from back when I first saw Avengers.

Today I’m thankful that I have a family who loves me.

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fandomregina · 2 years

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The Family Madrigal Head canons!!

- Camilo used all pronouns but they usually use he/they

- every cousin is queer

- mirabel is pan, luisa and dolores are bi, isabella is lesbian, bruno is homoromantic asexual, camillo is genderqueer and doesn't know about his sexuality yet but just says he "isn't straight" lol

- nobody has truly forgiven alma yet for how she treated bruno and mirabel (and that's actually one of the few critics from the movie i had: it wasn't long enough to show how they could've forgiven her or at least start to heal) not saying she didn't traumatize everyone who is genetically related to her, but mirabel and bruno were definitely discriminated against all the time (bruno: bad luck gift and mirabel: no gift)

- casita, after dolores got her gift, made all of the rooms in the house soundproof. so dolores room is 100% soundproof and as long as other's doors are shut, they dolores can't hear anyone in their room. (im pretty sure this is somewhat cannon because the only reason she heard mirabel tell her dad about the vision is bc her door was cracked and dolores was out of her room. so)

- Bruno has major anxiety (honestly what madrigal doesn't) and depression disorder. he def also has ocd and paranoia

- mirabel tried to run away after not reviving her door but her and bruno left within 5 minutes of each other (bruno in a temporary panic and mirabel in an upset sprint). mirabel eventually passed out somewhere in the forest due to emotional, mental, and physical fatigue and bruno came across her while just pacing the forest deciding on whether or not he should go back. bruno carried mirabel back to casita after finding her and casita helped sneak both of them in and bruno out mirabel to bed and then asked casita if he could live in the walls to help continue to look after mirabel

- antonio wanted mirabel to go with him because he was scared and because he felt bad and wanted mirabel to also experience what it was like getting a door although she never will :,)

- the kids (dolores, luisa, camilo, isabella (and every now and then bruno) have little sleepovers / group therapy sessions after casita is rebuilt(the only reason antonio is not involved is because he is always passed out by the time they make it to mirabels room and they don't want to wake him)

- bruno sick!fic of 5+1 times that dolores helped bruno while he was sick and 1 time bruno helped dolores while she was ( def will be writing this at some point)

- julieta actually only cooks for when someone in town needs healing food or someone in casita does. other than that? she doesn't like to cook because she once used it as a hobby and get away from alma but now it's stressful. agustín is actually the one who cooks a lot (when his wife isn't having to heal him) because he grew up in a large family and always helped his mama cook :) now, though, because alma has laid off some pressure, she has begun to enjoy cooking again

- pepa usually gets angry in private and her room actually caters to that and allows her to become angry because her powers are somehow gone when she enters her room. like they just don't work anymore lol. although she still gets angry outisde of her room, she lets out most of it when she returns to it

- luisa's room is a bunch of weightlifting stuff and after casita was rebuilt, it was still some weightlifting stuff but turned into a de-stressing bedroom and she always has things that are usually ads online to de-stress (like lavender oils, fidget toys, etc)

- isabella started to wear different things and mismatched things after casita was rebuilt and gave any clothes she didn't want anymore to camillo (who actually tried them on right infront of isabella and allowed her to do their make up and everyone in the family called them very pretty)

- camilos room before the destruction of casita was one with a lot of mirrors and clothing but other than that it was a relatively normal room but after casita was rebuilt it was one with a lot of new clothes, some mirrors, and little knickknacks that camilo had collected over the years and things that are on display gifted to them from mirabel

- whenever the family is around dolores or when they know she is having a bad day, they whisper and always try not to fight. if they do, they usually politely excuse themselves and yell at eachother in a bedroom

- after one particularly bad day that ends with dolores passed out from all of the noises, the family starts learning SSL (spanish sign language) so on the days dolores has it really bad, they can all sign (yes dolores learns too)

- bruno's room was the one that changed the most post-casita breaking. he no longer had stairs and his room was actually very nice and relaxing and had windows so he could see behind the house. he made sure to keep the room clean and had an area just for the rats too. he also kept a shelf for his visions and had a specific area just for making them.

- bruno has 'vision' types of prophecies (kinda like jedis ig) where he'll have a prophecy vision out of nowhere (not nearly as visable as when hes doing one purposefully) but he won't be able to make out much and usually will try and finish it and make a green tablet of it when he's able to. suppressing visions gives him migraines that his sisters usually helped him through when he was younger. when bruno went into hiding, though, his migraines got so bad he passed out for 3 days straight due to a constant migraine and so he usually did little visions at night, looking at things like what was for lunch the next day or what presents one of the kids would get for their birthdays so he wouldn't have to have a major migraine like that again

- when mirabel didn't get her gift, camilo was wrecked because he legitimately thought he used up all the magic and mirabel, the next day after being returned to her bed by bruno, had to promise him that it wasn't his fault and that he didn't use up all of the magic

- bruno - major insomniac. when he disappeared, julieta was distressed bc she was so used to making him cookies at night to help him sleep. although he 'left' julieta continued to make then anyway and eventually realized one or two would be missing. so she always held on to the hope bruno was at least nearby and always made a small batch and 'hid' them in the corner of the kitchen just in case

- camilos anxiety is especially bad on days where they do multiple shifts. it got so bad once that he had to go to mirabel to make sure that they were real and alive and mirabel had to comfort him and calm them down from their panic attack

- bruno is so so so so soooooo touchstarved. after casita was rebuilt he really wouldn't let anyone but his sisters and mirabel touch him for a solid 3-5 months :,)

- camilo helps julieta or agustín whenever they're in the kitchen cooking because he's able to use it as a de-stressed and not have to think about much other than making sure the ingredient measurements are correct and he doesn't burn anything

- mirabel sews outfits for the rats for the telanovelas

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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His Only Contact

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1014

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!! A little angst, a little fluff, no cursing (I think)

A/N: This is a quick thing I wrote because I can’t sleep after watching that episode. I have so many ideas. I might continue this, too (just like everything else I write because I’m incapable of writing one-shots), but I’ll probably just write a few drabbles here and there when new episodes come out. I also added HBC’s Lucky in Love prompt for Day 19 in here, which is Odds.

FATWS SERIES MASTERLIST

Find my Day 14 Prompt here - Spring Forwards - and my Day 18 Prompt here - Ocean Eyes, Cherry Lips, Ivory Keys

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

Shooting up. Greedily sucking in air. Sweat sliding down skin. Adrenaline rushing through veins. Wide eyes darting around the room.

Another night. Another nightmare. He was starting to think he’d never get another restful sleep.

The floor was hard beneath him, far better than the soft, malleable mattress he had in his practically empty room. The TV was on, as it always was, the soft glow making his eyes squint. The apartment was silent except for his pants, empty except for his shuddering form. He’s shirt was off - he didn’t like it sticking to him, it was too constricting, and he always ran hot anyways - his sheets tangled with his legs.

Reaching over to the small couch besides him, his hand slid over the cushions until he found what he was looking for.

He flipped open the small phone, going straight to the Contact page. He only had one in this phone. This phone no one knew about except them two. Not Sam, not his therapist. No one.

He quickly dialed the number, leaning back against the couch and letting out a puff of air. Finally, after a few rings, an exhausted voice came through, hoarse with sleep.

“Hello?”

“Hey…it’s me.”

“Oh. Hey. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, no. Everything’s…I’m…we just haven’t talked in a while.”

“I know. I’ve been meaning to call, but-”

“No, no. I get it. What you’re doing is important.”

“You’re important, too, Buck.”

Bucky took a breath, a small nod moving his head. “Uh, so, how’s the search? Found anything yet?”

“No. I’m in Edinburgh right now. They met here right before the whole thing in Wakanda…I thought she might come back.”

“No such luck?”

“No…you know what she did. What she’s capable of. The odds of finding her…” He heard her sigh and a frown etched onto his features. She sounded tired, but she spoke before he could bring it up. “What about you? How’re you doing?”

“I dunno, honestly.”

“Yeah. Okay, that’s fair. How’s therapy going with what’s-her-face?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “It’s basically the same every session. ‘Are you having nightmares?’ ‘Are you making amends?’ ‘Are you following the three rules?’ ‘This is part of your pardon.’ Yadda yadda yadda.”

“Is it helping at all, at least?”

“I guess. The amends thing gives me something to do if nothing else.”

“Are you following the rules, though?”

“No one will know if I don’t.” The giggle she gives makes him brighten up. “I got lunch with Yori again on Wednesday.”

“Oh? How was that?”

“Fine. Good, even. I guess. I dunno. He set me up on a date with the girl who works behind the counter at Izzy.”

“OOooo! Fun! Is she pretty?”

“As a picture.”

“What did you do?”

“Played Battleship and drank. A lot in my case. Not that it did much...”

“James-”

“No, no! Not like that! She made it into a drinking game! I was losing.”

“You?”

“I’m a super soldier assassin. I don’t have x-ray vision.”

“Okay, okay. What went down after Battleship?”

“I, uh…I ran out on her.”

“Oh no. Why? What happened?”

“She, uh…she started talking about how nice it is for me to spend time with Yori and his son…I went to tell him, you know. I looked him in the eye and opened my mouth…but I saw a picture. Of his son.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Buck. You know that. It wasn’t you.”

He didn’t feel like arguing with her, so he just agreed. “Yeah. I guess.”

He could feel her suspicion through the phone, but luckily she decided not to pursue the topic. She always seemed to know what to say and when. “Did you have a good time at least? While you were there I mean?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess. I was - I was really awkward, I think. I dunno. It’s been a while.”

“But it’s better than online dating. I told you that was a bad idea.”

“You were also the one who told me to jump in head first.”

“Not on the internet. You psycho. There’s really whack jobs out there.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Hey!” He chuckled at her faux-offended tone, picturing her hand over her heart mockingly. “That hurt!”

“Kidding. You know I love you.”

“As long as you know I love you back…have you talked to Sam lately?”

“Uh…no. Not…not recently. How is he?”

“He’s fine. We just talked earlier. He’s in Louisiana right now with his sister. He’s got some family dilemma he’s trying to fix. He, uh, he gave the shield up earlier this week. Apparently the new Smithsonian exhibit is pretty good. Maybe we’ll check it out sometime…what do think?”

“Yeah. Maybe. Sometime. Are-are you coming back soon?”

“I was planning to. I really don’t think I’ve got any chance of finding Wanda at the moment. Or Vision for that matter. I still can’t believe SWORD didn’t contact us. I’m so pissed.”

“I know. Maybe it’s good you didn’t get informed, though. We all know how you get when it comes to the team.”

“The Avengers are my family, Bucky. I’m loyal to a fault, you know that.”

“Yeah. I do. I think Steve rubbed off on you after all those years.”

“You think?”

“Definitely.”

They fell into a comfortable, contemplative silence, Bucky’s eyes watching the screen of the TV still glowing from across the room. “What if I dropped by tomorrow? Is that too soon?”

“Tomorrow as in today? It’s one o’clock here.”

“It’s five here. So tomorrow as in tomorrow. I’m tired.”

“Either one would be fine, but yeah. Get some rest. Call me when you have your flight information.”

“Okay. You get some rest, too. Or, at least, try to. You sound tired.”

“You know I don’t sleep well without you.”

“I’ll be there tomorrow. Promise. Then we can stay in all day and you can catch up on sleep.”

“How long will you be here?”

“As long as you need me, James. Good night.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

Bucky hesitated, before shaking his head. “G’night, doll. Sleep well.”

“Good night, Buckaroo.”

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pennylanefics · 3 years

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Our Daughter - Paul Lahote

a/n: my first paul fic!! i have another one that’s in progress and almost done :)

•••

Emily had taken you out for a shopping day, no boys, no pack drama, just you two hanging out. The problem was, you were currently six months pregnant, so walking around for a full day took a lot out of you.

Everything with the pack has been stressful recently, and your pregnancy hasn’t exactly been easy, so she thought you just needed a day to yourselves for some retail therapy. You did end up buying lots of clothes and things for your baby, which you happened to find out the sex of it at your doctor’s appointment that morning.

Finally, as it was rolling around four in the afternoon, you made it back to Paul’s house, that you moved into with him as soon as you found out you were pregnant. Being his imprintee and all, he wanted to protect the two of you more than anything, so living with him was the best way to do so.

“Ugh, I am so tired,” you groan to yourself, setting all of the bags down in your room next to the bed. Emily also offered to come over and cook dinner for you, since Paul and Sam were on patrol until five.

Soon, Emily walks into your house and sets out all of the ingredients.

“Do you need help with anything?” You ask her. Sensing your discomfort, she forces you to sit on the couch.

“Oh no, no. I kept you out all day, you need to rest.” You hug her thankfully and head to your room to lay in bed until dinner is ready.

Paul and Sam show up an hour later at Paul’s house, Sam greeting Emily with a multitude of kisses. Upon hearing Paul’s voice, you get up slowly, your feet still hurting and the swelling in your ankles increasing with every step.

“Hi babe,” you greet him with a smile. He smiles widely to greet you, but immediately, he can sense your pain.

“What’s wrong? What hurts? Did someone get you? What’s going on, darling?” He blurts out, his hands feeling around your body to find the area that was bothering you.

“Paul, I’m fine. My feet are just killing me because we’ve been walking around all day and I’m six months pregnant. Not exactly a good combo,” you chuckle. Paul obviously doesn’t take this lightly and brings you back to his room.

“Well, lay back down and I’ll get you some ice to help with the swelling, and I’ll also rub your feet, or your back, whatever you want. And we can have dinner in here. I want you to rest,” he babbles. You can’t help but giggle and grab his hands, keeping him calm in the moment.

“Babe, please calm down for just a second. I’m fine. I would still have swollen ankles if I wasn’t out walking all day. Plus my doctor says exercise is good.”

“Yeah, exercise isn’t walking around a shopping mall for five hours!”

“I didn’t just buy stuff for me, I bought stuff for our little girl!” You spoil. Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops. You were going to plan this whole thing for him to tell him the sex of your baby, but you ruined it all.

“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that yet, I-”

“We’re having a girl?” He wonders, the hurt and concern gone as the news is revealed.

“Yeah,” you laugh excitedly, cupping his cheeks and kissing him. He is still so in shock that when you pull away, his jaw drops.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it,” he whispers against your lips, his forehead still on yours. “We’re having a girl.”

“I know.” You can’t help but begin to tear up at his reaction. You loved him so much and the imprinting made it so much stronger. Everything you felt for him was much more intensified. Seeing him so happy made your heart soar.

“You wanna see what I bought her?” You wonder. Paul nods enthusiastically and takes a seat on the bed while you grab the bag from the baby store.

You spend the next twenty minutes showing him all the baby clothes you got, going over what exactly made you want to get it and if it reminded you of anything. Paul let you talk and stayed quiet, a content look on his face as he listened.

You also showed him everything that you got for yourself, and Paul still didn’t mind one bit; he could listen to you talk for forever.

“Why don’t you lay back for now, alright?” He tells you, gently pushing you to lay down once you put all of the things you bought away.

“Baby, I said I’m okay.”

“I know you did, but I can tell you’re still in pain. And you deserve rest, you’re carrying our daughter,” a fond smile makes its way onto his face, his hand rubbing over your bump.

You sigh and give in, laying up against the pillows and kicking your legs out. Paul stays put beside you, his hand falling to your stomach.

“Hey, dinner’s ready,” Emily says from the other side of the door with a quiet knock. You start to get up, but Paul pushes you to remain laying down.

“I’ll get you a plate, just, please rest,” he begs. You grin and nod, eyes falling closed. When Paul finally leaves, you turn the TV on and relax for the first time in hours. Moments later, Paul returns with a plate in his hand and a glass of water. He sets the plate down on your lap and puts the glass on your bedside table.

He leaves once more to grab his own food, then finally settles into bed next to you.

“You know, you can go out there and eat with Sam and Emily,” you tell Paul. He shakes his head and kisses your temple after swallowing the bite of food in his mouth.

“I haven’t seen you all day, and I could use a break from Sam,” he groans. You giggle and smack his leg.

“Did you tell them the news yet?” He glances at you, confused.

“The news that you’re pregnant? I mean, if they don’t know by now, that’s on them,” he says. You smack his leg again.

“I meant that we’re having a girl.”

“Oh, no. But didn’t you tell Emily already? And I’m guessing Sam picked through my thoughts and found out, so why should we tell them again?”

“I didn’t tell Emily because I wanted you to be the first person to know, and because they deserve to know from us personally instead of Sam listening in on your thoughts.” Paul’s expression softens when you tell him the first part.

“Fine. But let’s wait a little longer. I wanna relish being the only one who knows.”

You two continue eating and when you finish, Paul helps you out of bed, being sure to keep an arm wrapped around you the entire time you walk to the kitchen.

“Babe, I’m fine, you can let me go,” you chuckle, pushing away from him to set your dishes in the sink.

“There’s some news we wanted to share,” Paul smiles at the two guests.

“Let me guess, (Y/N)’s pregnant,” Sam jokes. You giggle and rejoin your boyfriend’s side.

“Well, she’s pregnant with our daughter,” he says, smiling down at you before sharing a kiss.

Emily and Sam immediately congratulate the both of you with hugs and belly rubs.

After things calm down, Emily starts cleaning the dishes for you while Sam and Paul talk over some things and before you know it, you and Paul are left alone for the night.

“I need to take a shower,” you groan, standing up from the couch.

“Hey, hey. I’ll run you a bath instead,” he offers. You smile up at him.

“That sounds great. Would you join me then?” Paul smirks, many thoughts running through his head, but he knows you mean it in an innocent way.

“Of course, baby.”

After the tub was filled, the bubbles were added, bath salts were dissolved, soft music was playing from Paul’s phone, and candles were lit. He helped you get undressed and carefully step into the tub.

He got in moments later, laying behind you so you could lay against his chest. Instinctively, his hands cradled your belly, his head falling to your shoulder.

“I’m so excited for her to get here,” he whispers in your ear, placing soft kisses along the shell of it before moving onto your neck.

“She’s definitely going to be spoiled. I know you’re going to be an amazing father.”

“And you’re going to be such a great mother.”

The rest of the bath was very relaxing, Paul keeping his hands on your stomach, singing along softly in your ear, and giving your shoulder and neck kisses whenever he felt like it.

Once you both were dried off and ready for bed, you slip in a t-shirt of Paul’s, as it was much more comfy and roomy to sleep in. Paul admires you as you do so, waiting for you to lay next to him.

When you finally settle against his body, he wraps you in a hug, kissing all over your face.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much,” he mumbles between each kiss. A loud giggle escapes your lips as his lips tickle your skin.

“Okay, okay! If you don’t stop, I am going to wet myself.” Upon hearing this, Paul stops right away and holds his hands up in defense.

“Alright. I don’t want that happening.”

“Blame our daughter, she’s pressing into my bladder constantly,” you chuckle.

Finally, Paul relaxes, lifting your shirt up to bare your bump, his warm hands running all over it. It’s a calming gesture, the mixture of his soft touch and his werewolf-heat allowing you to feel somewhat content.

“I want to name her Harlow,” Paul whispers, keeping his eyes on where your daughter was kicking at his hand.

He’s been thinking about names a lot recently, for both a boy and a girl. It was starting to annoy the pack that he was on patrol with. When nothing was going on, he would just run over names in his mind, trying to figure out what would fit best with both of your last names.

“Harlow,” you repeat the name. “Harlow Lahote.” Paul gazes up at you in shock. You two hadn’t talked about whether you would take his last name or not. Though you were his imprint, you weren’t married, and haven’t really been dating for too long, only a year so far.

“You want her to take my last name?” He confirms with a smile slowly tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Well yeah. I’m your imprint so obviously we’re going to be together for a long time. Doesn’t matter if we’re not married now, we’re going to get married in the future. I love you and I want her to have your...our last name.”

“Our last name, huh?” He smirks. “Are you saying you’ll marry me?”

“That’s me giving you the opportunity to propose,” you raise your eyebrows.

“Will you marry me?” He understands exactly what you want. “I don’t even have a ring though, so let me…” he stands to find something, but before he can successfully get anything that would work, you reach over to the tiny bag on your nightstand and produce a small box.

While shopping today, you and Emily got to talking about getting married. She gave you the idea of buying a band for Paul and proposing to him. At first, you were kind of on the fence about it, but after some thought, you didn’t see any harm in doing so.

“Babe?” You interrupt his searching. The sound of your voice makes him whip around back to you, his eyes widening when he sees the box open, with a simple black band inside.

“Will you marry me, Paul Lahote?” You ask with a teasing smile. For a moment, he’s upset that you’re actually proposing to him, but he soon gets over it and sits back down.

“Yes I will, my love,” he says with a huge grin. He kisses you sweetly, grabbing the back of your neck to keep you close.

“Can’t believe you beat me,” he feigns sadness, but soon breaks it with a laugh, pushing you to lay down so he can hover over you.

“Blame Emily. She’s the one who suggested it.” Paul shakes his head and kisses you once more.

“I think I’m missing an important part,” you interrupt. He raises his eyebrows at you, and you remove the ring from the box, patting his chest so he will sit up and off of you.

You take his left hand and slide the ring onto his finger, finding that it’s a perfect fit.

“Shit. I never thought I’d be the one proposed to, but damn, I get how women feel now,” he tells you, chuckling and turning the ring around his finger, examining how it looks.

“We’re not exactly a traditional couple, seeing as you are a wolf shapeshifter, so why not break more traditions?” You joke.

“I liked it. Sweet, to the point, and, we are by ourselves.”

“By ourselves and one unborn,” you add. Paul laughs and moves down your body so that he’s face to face with your stomach.

“Our beautiful baby girl. We can’t wait for you to get here,” he says to your bump. “Harlow Lily Lahote.”

“Harlow Lily Lahote,” you say the full name to yourself. Paul had just randomly chosen Lily just now, feeling like it went well together. His lips pepper kisses all over your bump, being ever so tender and loving.

“My girls. I can’t wait until our family is complete.”

#paul lahote #paul lahote imagines #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #twilight #twilight new moon #twilight eclipse #twilight saga #wolf pack #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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theladyofdeath · 3 years

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Heels {Rowaelin}

The prompt: walks in front of their crush in stripper heals and a short skirt because they want their attention

Rowan x Aelin os

Written with @snelbz

There was no way this could be a good idea.

Aelin was sitting on her bed, watching as Lysandra flicked through her closet. She had told her that tonight was the night and had recruited her to help her do what she considered nearly impossible.

She was going to get the attention of Rowan Whitethorn.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know she existed, it was quite the opposite. He was one of her friends, having met during orientation week their freshman year, and as their group grew, so did their friendship. But after three and a half years, she had very solidly gotten her stuck as just that: his friend.

“You’re wasting your time,” Aelin crooned, flipping through the timeline on her phone.

“Bullshit,” Lysandra muttered, flipping through the clothes in her closet. “You need to feel confident, Aelin. Rowan is obsessed with you, and you’re obsessed with him. This whole thing is ridiculous.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, but remained quiet.

“How about this?” Lysandra asked, pulling out a denim mini skirt and black halter cropped top. As Aelin was about to reply, Lysandra said, “Say nothing. Put it on.”

With a roll of her eyes, yet again, Aelin did as much. Once she had the skirt and top on, she looked in the mirror.

And she looked hot as hell.

“Shoes?” Aelin asked, despite herself.

“Oh, I have the perfect heels,” Lysandra said, fleeing from the room. She came back a moment later with a pair of black stilettos that were Aelin’s size.

Scoffing, Aelin held them up. “I’m going to break my neck.”

Lysandra snorted and flounced back into the bathroom where she continued to straighten her hair. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Fine,” Aelin amended. “I’m going to break my ankle.” She set the shoes on her bed and joined Lysandra in the bathroom to finish getting ready.

She let Lysandra curl her hair, but drew the line when she offered to do her makeup. They had very different styles when it came to that and while Lysandra looked drop dead gorgeous with her cat-eye liner and ruby red lips, Aelin would never be able to pull it off.

“Where is this party even at?” Lysandra asked, pulling her hair back into a stylish ponytail.

“Lorcan’s.” Aelin was trying to keep her hand steady as she applied the thin line of liquid eyeliner to her upper lid. “I think Elide convinced him to throw it.”

Lysandra snorted, applying her mascara. “Sounds right. Lorcan isn’t exactly the host-type.”

Aelin grinned, tossing her eyeliner in her makeup bag. “Alright, hurry up. I want to make my entrance.”

With a roll of her eyes, Lysandra took one last look in the mirror and declared herself ready and they were off.

Lorcan’s apartment was just on the edge of campus, so the two girls walked and earned the eager glances of many as they did so.

Aelin took it as a good sign.

“Will Aedion be here tonight?” Lysandra asked, shooting a glance over at Aelin.

She groaned. “Probably.” She still couldn’t believe that her roommate actually had the hots for her cousin. He was practically her brother and the thought of him in any sort of compromising position made her want to gag. “If you hook up with him tonight, please do it at his place. I can’t afford therapy on my barista’s salary.”

“Trust me,” Lysandra said, adjusting her ponytail as they approached the steps to Lorcan’s. “I plan on giving you complete privacy at the apartment tonight. And you better take advantage of it.”

Butterflies grew in the pit of Aelin’s stomach.

She planned to, hoped to, wanted to…but, she had to catch Rowan’s eye first - something that made her nerves go haywire.

Lysandra must have caught it, because they stopped outside of Lorcan’s door and Lysandra made Aelin face her.

“You look gorgeous,” she said, and brushed Aelin’s hair back. “He’d be an idiot not to come after you.”

That was the goal, after all. Aelin was not going to be the one doing the chasing. She wanted Rowan to see her, want her, not be able to take his eyes off of her. She knew he’d be here, the party was at his best friend’s apartment, knew that everyone from their friend group would show up. Yet she was absolutely fucking terrified he’d see her and have zero reaction.

She played it off with a joke though. Scoffing, she tossed her hair over a shoulder. “He’d better. I didn’t book an emergency appointment with my waxer for nothing.”

If Lysandra noticed the fake bravado — which she absolutely did, she and Aelin had become as close as sisters over the past three years — she didn’t call her out on it. Instead, she smirked, smacked Aelin on the ass, and said, “Then let’s go get your man.”

The music could be heard from a block away, and when they opened the front door, the apartment was already packed.

People definitely noticed them come in, though, including Elide who was running towards them, a drink in hand. “It’s about time you two showed up!”

“The host himself isn’t here to greet us?” Aelin mocked, giving Elide a hug.

Elide chuckled as she rolled her eyes. “He’s been out on the balcony for about a half hour, avoiding all human interaction.”

“Sounds about right,” Lysandra replied, rolling her eyes, but then she began looking around the spacious townhouse Lorcan and Elide shared. “You haven’t seen Aedion tonight, have you?”

Elide gave Aelin a knowing glance, but said, “Last I saw, he was playing beer pong with Fenrys. Don’t know who the poor bastards getting their asses handed to them were, but they’re probably still in the kitchen.”

Lysandra gave Aelin a wink. “Good luck.” And then she was gone, lost in the bodies dancing to the music.

Her part in tonight was done, to help Aelin get Rowan’s attention. It was all up to Aelin now, so Lysandra was free to find someone to occupy her own time. Even if the thought of who she’d be with made Aelin want to shudder.

Alone with Aelin, or as close to it as they could be, Elide let out a low whistle as she finally took in Aelin’s outfit. “I have a feeling that outfit isn’t just to impress me.”

“Does that mean you’re not impressed?” Aelin asked, pretending to pout.

Elide looped her arm through Aelin’s and led her to the bar. “I’m always impressed, but I don’t think you care so much about my opinion, do you?”

Aelin snorted as she began to look around, but Elide saved her the struggle.

“He’s on the patio with Lor,” Elide said, simply. “Don’t worry. I’ll drag his ass back in here soon and Rowan will follow.”

Elide poured them both a shot, which Aelin gladly took and even asked for another. But when Manon and Asterin Blackbeak showed up, she waved Elide off to go greet her friends, and leaned against the bar, debating on a third shot.

She wasn’t trying to get shitty tonight, just a little messy, but her nerves were beginning to grow again.

Just as she decided to say fuck it, and get another shot, and heard a whistle from behind her. She turned and found Dorian Havilliard staring at her legs.

Or maybe he was staring at her ass.

They had messed around her freshman year, when his dorm room was just down the hall from hers, but it had never been anything more than that between them, and they agreed that they were better as friends. It didn’t mean they didn’t have fun though.

She smirked as she tossed the glass back and set it down on the bar top, before turning to him. “See anything you like?”

“I see quite a few things I like,” he said, raising his drink in salute. “Then again, only a fourth of your skin is covered, so there’s a lot to look at.”

Aelin laughed, quietly, and clinked her empty shot glass against his full bottle. “Gotta show off what the gods gave me.”

“As you should,” he agreed with a wink. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

“Well, it is school, and I actually study,” Aelin said, turning to refill her shot glass.

Dorian had the audacity to look offended. “Hey, I study, too.”

Aelin laughed as she turned back around. “Reading a bunch of books that have nothing to do with any of your classes doesn’t count as studying, Dor.”

“But they’re so much more interesting,” he replied, chuckling as he thought of the boring curriculum he studied for his pre-law degree.

Aelin rolled her eyes as she tossed back the shot and set it behind the bar. Four shots was enough. She’d be fun, she’d be confident, but she wasn’t tipsy enough to make an ass of herself.

Yet.

“I assume all of this skin isn’t for me, so who are you trying to impress?” Dorian asked, and then added, with a wink, “Chaol?”

Huffing a laugh, Aelin shook her head. “Absolutely not. That ended in a disaster and I’m not inclined to repeat it.”

The sliding glass door opened and Aelin’s eyes snapped to the door, before she quickly turned away before Lorcan and Rowan stepped inside.

“Oh,” Dorian chuckled, softly. “Whitethorn then.”

It wasn’t a question.

He had moved imperceptibly closer and she knew how it would look to Rowan. For whatever reason, she decided she wanted him to be jealous she was talking to another guy.

Even if she had no idea whether or not he’d even noticed her.

“Is this who I am now?” Dorian asked, quietly, leaning into her ear, fully aware that it looked like he was coming onto her. “Your super hot wingman?”

Aelin snorted, and didn’t bother moving away. “My overly cocky wingman, maybe.”

Dorian huffed a laugh. “I still take it as a compliment.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be flirting up Manon instead of fake flirting with me?” Aelin whispered, quietly. She glanced at Rowan, who was filling up a red solo cup.

“I like to make Manon wait,” Dorian said, running a finger up Aelin’s forearm. “She gets jealous, too, and it makes things so much more exciting in the bedroom.”

“Thanks for the image, Dor,” Aelin said, pushing away the need to roll her eyes and flick him in the nose.

He and Manon weren’t exclusively in a relationship, but everyone knew they hooked up with each other, and only each other. But, again, totally not exclusive.

“Besides,” Dorian mused, his finger skimming Aelin’s arm. “She’s busy doing body shots with Asterin. I’ll enjoy her later.”

Aelin snorted, reaching behind the bar and pulling an ice cold beer from the open cooler. She handed it to him and he opened it for her, flicking the cap in the air as if it were a coin.

He let it fall to the bar top as he leaned in to whisper in her ear one last time. “Pretty sure that’s my cue.”

She followed his gaze across the room, and found Rowan looking at her. Watching her and Dorian both.

“Have fun,” he added, before sauntering off towards the kitchen.

Rowan watched Dorian walk away to the other side of the room where he sat to watch Aedion and Fenrys continue to dominate in beer pong.

When Rowan’s eyes trailed back to Aelin, she was already watching him, a slightly-forced mischievous smile on her lips.

On the inside, she felt like she was going to puke.

He made his way across the room, pausing in front of her and slipped his free hand into his pocket. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” she said, and she wasn’t sure why it sounded so breathless.

“I didn’t see you get here,” he said, taking a sip of his beer.

She did the same, fighting the urge to toss her hair over a shoulder. “You were outside.” She realized that told him she was keeping tabs on him and she quickly added. “I mean, Elide told me Lorcan was outside, so I assumed you had to be with him.”

He smirked. “Right. Well, I was. It’s a little crowded in here.” She nodded, but he went on. “However, seems like you didn’t mind when Havilliard was over here with you. Not too crowded for you, then, huh?”

Aelin slowly lifted a golden brow. If Rowan wanted to play, she would play. “Not crowded enough for someone to be blocking your view of me with Dorian, apparently.”

A light lit up Rowan’s green eyes as his jaw twitched, suppressing a grin. “I can always count on you to manipulate my words and their meaning, Galathynius.”

Aelin’s grin was wide. “Someone has to keep you in your place, Whitethorn.”

“And is that you?” He asked, voice low as he took a drink from his cup. “The person that’s going to keep me in my place?”

Aelin’s eyes glittered as she took another drink. It was always easy with Rowan. They could talk for hours, that witty banter, back and forth. But, that’s all that had ever happened between them: simple conversation.

From the way she caught him watching her legs as she took a drink, though, she thought tonight may just end up as she planned.

A hell of a lot more than simple conversation.

“Want to dance?” She asked.

His eyes slowly slid up her body to meet her gaze. “You know I don’t dance, Ace.”

She took a long, slow drink from her bottle. “Not even with me?”

“Not with anyone,” he said, crossing his arms and resting a hip against the bar.

It was a miracle no one had interrupted them, but the bulk of the drinks had been set up in the kitchen.

“That’s a shame,” Aelin sighed, finishing off her beer and tossing the empty bottle in the trash can. “I would love to dance, but I don’t have anyone to dance with.”

Rowan said, “I’m sure you can find someone, especially with how you’re dressed tonight.”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “And how is that?”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look drop dead fucking sexy,” he replied, without missing a beat. “I just don’t get why.”

“What do you mean?” Aelin asked.

“Why try so hard?” He asked, head cocked to the side. “Who are you trying to impress?”

Cocky bastard. She could see it in his eyes, he knew what he was doing and she hated him for it.

Hated that she loved it, anyway.

“What need would I have to impress anyone?” Aelin asked, chin raised. “I think I’m naturally perfect in every way.”

Rowan chuckled. “Then you should’ve come in your sweatpants and a tank top.”

Aelin rose a brow.

Rowan shrugged. “I think that’s when you’re sexiest.”

With that, with his cup pressed to his lips, he turned and walked away.

Aelin blinked after him, not sure she was sure she heard him right. He made his way through the people and headed back to the door leading out onto the balcony, stopping to say something to Lorcan. He waved him off and then Rowan was slipping back outside, while Aelin just started after him.

She pushed her way through the crowd, which was easier said than done when you weren’t a six-foot-four giant who mildly scared the shit out of everyone by scowling at them, but she eventually made it to the door. Sliding it open, she stepped out into the balmy night air.

“You can’t say shit like that and then just disappear,” Aelin said, finding him exactly how she’d expected to.

Rowan was leaned against the wall, the sole of one booted foot pressed against it as well. A lit cigarette dangled from his fingers. She gave him shit about smoking all the time, but knew he only did it when he drank.

Or when he had something on his mind.

He held the cigarette out to her, but she gave him a look. “You know better than to offer me that.”

Rowan just grinned and put it back between his lips. “You’re missing the party.”

“What did you mean?” Aelin asked, standing opposite of him, leaning against the railing.

“When?” he asked, looking up at the sky.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rowan,” she snapped, and it got his attention.

Blowing a puff of smoke into the cool night air, he met her gaze and slowly shook his head. He gestured to her outfit, to the heels that were making her feet ache. “What is this?”

“They’re clothes,” she said. “For a party.”

“They’re Lysandra’s,” he replied, simply.

“I can’t wear my roommate’s clothes?” Aelin scoffed. “What the hell is wrong with you tonight-.”

“Why can’t you just admit that you’re just trying to impress someone?” he interrupted, watching her, that light in his eye fading. “You’ve never been not-confident a day in your life. Whoever it is that you’re trying to impress, he obviously isn’t worth it if it causes you to be someone you’re not.”

Aelin looked down at the cropped halter top, the skirt that hardly reached her thighs, the heels that she was certain would cause blisters. “This is someone I’m not?”

Rowan slowly shook his head. “Last time we went out, you wore that little golden slip dress….” He shook his head, reminiscing on the memory. “That was you. You wore sneakers and you were still barefoot halfway through the night, dancing on the patio. What you’re wearing now - yeah, you look gorgeous - but I can tell you’re not comfortable in it.”

“If I’m trying to get someone’s attention, maybe my usual isn’t best. Especially if it pushes me out of my comfort zone,” she snapped back, her hands on her hips. “And why is it such a problem if I’m trying to impress someone? Dorian was impressed.”

“Dorian doesn’t drool all over you like a dog in heat,” he replied. “He respects you, regardless of what you’re wearing, how much skin you’re showing off. But if you’re trying to impress some D bag who will only notice you if you’re dressed like that, you might want to reconsider.”

“And what if I was trying to impress you?” She asked, getting in his face, cigarette smoke and whiskey breath be damned. “What if I was trying to get your attention, Rowan?”

His jaw locked and his eyes searched hers, as if he was trying to find the underlying meaning in what she was saying, even if there wasn’t one.

“Then you’d be wasting your time,” he said, at last.

It felt like a knife had been shoved into Aelin’s ribs with every word that had come out of his mouth. Begging herself not to cry in front of him, she went to take a step away, but Rowan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him.

Their chests were nearly touching, and his hand trailed from her wrist, into her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers.

He took the cigarette from his lips and said, “You’d be wasting your time because you impress me every time that I’m around you.”

“You never act like it,” she breathed, shaking her head. “You never do anything, and you’ve never tried to make a move. What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

He flicked the cigarette over the rail and let go of her hand, only to frame her face with both of his. “This.”

And then his lips were on hers, and Aelin didn’t care that she could taste residual smoke or stale beer. She knew she didn’t taste much better. All that mattered was that Rowan was kissing her and his hands were on her face and hers were tangled up in his shirt. His tongue slid against hers and she had to fight to stop the moan that threatened to slip out of her.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. “That,” he said, breathlessly. “That is what you should have done to get my attention.”

Aelin swallowed, harshly. “Do it again.”

Rowan didn’t have to be convinced. His hands slid down her back as he brought his mouth to hers, and he pulled her body uptight against his. They stayed out there for a long time, for hours, uninterrupted.

At one point, she saw Dorian come by and lock the balcony door, so everyone else would get the hint to stay the hell away.

Wingman of the year.

They stayed on the balcony, kissing and laughing and kissing some more, until the party wound down. Around two, Lorcan let them inside, and Aelin pulled Rowan out of the apartment and across campus to her own.

True to Lysandra’s word, she was nowhere to be found.

The second Aelin stepped into her apartment, she kicked off her heels and was swept into Rowan’s arms. He carried her into her bedroom, where he stripped her down, out of her roommate’s clothes.

Rowan Whitethorn saw all of her.

She had his full attention.

#rowaelin #rowan #aelin #rowan x aelin #aelin x rowan #sjm #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #prompts #collab #snacmc

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Could I request the brothers (and maybe Diavolo, if you're comfortable) reacting to a knightly/chivalrous m/c, please?

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I haven’t written Diavolo in a hot minute, I’m glad he’s being requested again. I’m guessing you mean an MC with the attributes of a knight? The same sort of mannerisms and traits and not an actual knight! MC? Lemme know if I did this ask wrong because I was low key confused lmao.

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The Brothers + Diavolo with a knightly/chivalrous MC:

Lucifer:

-He really didn’t like you upon first meeting

-He hated how he couldn’t intimidate you into not being a nuisance the way he could with most of his brothers

-But, to be honest, you had gained his respect rather early on

-I think, even though it may have annoyed him to no end, Lucifer was very fond of your bravery a lot of the times

-The way you would stand up for Mammon or that time you protected Beel and Luke from his outburst

-Courage is not a trait one would usually associate with humans, especially when more superior beings like demons are involved

-Your humility was also a characteristic of yours that he, surprisingly, was really fond of

-And your overall mercifulness was something to be congratulated as well

-I mean, him and his brothers put you through so much shit and for you to forgive and move on without an angry word at any of them kinda speaks on its own

-I think he understands, to an extent, the reason you’re so loyal to the people you care about too

-He has a certain devotion for Lord Diavolo and his brothers, more than he lets on

-To him, having someone like you around is something to be appreciated

-Because you are similar but also completely different and nothing like he deemed you to be at the beginning

-yo i think you remind him of himself back when he was angel tbh

-He’s sort of tired of saving your ass tho because you are very just, so you feel the need to help people all the time which leads to you getting involved in fights

-Bring him his 20th cup of coffee for the day please, it’s hard being a single father of 8 children (yes I’ve added Lord Diavolo he counts as one of the kids)

-He’s the definition of this incorrect quote I stumbled across a while back

- MC: “FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!”

-Lucifer, from behind them “ Do not.”

Mammon:

-Ok so this random human comes to DevilDom and has the audacity to slap his hand away while he’s trying to steal from Diavolo’s castle????????

-“MC ya’re forgetting I’m a demon, my moral scale is wayyy different than yours-“

-“Put it back.”

-“......ok.”

-You’re coming at him with rightfulness and honor and your presence is gonna hit him like a truck

-Cuz he ain’t stealing anything when you’re around (lucifer uses this to his advantage ofc.)

-That was basically the only thing he disliked about you

-Other than that, after your first week in DevilDom, he thinks you’re a goddamn S A I N T

-Everytime you stand up for him when his brothers are being assholes-pls he melts into a puddle of goo from your perfection

-OOFFS AND ALL THOSE TIMES YOU GAVE HIM GIFTS BECAUSE GENEROSITY BBY

-Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because holy fuck was he weeping under those Gucci shades

-He’s gonna give ya props for having the courage to stand up to him and his brothers

-Lucifer especially because big bro scary

-Think about it like this: literally every single one of them could have you seasoned and roasted for lunch, love

-And yet you still have the bravery to look them in the eye and tell them: “Ya’ll are dysfunctional as fuck and need family therapy.”

-Again, he doesn’t understand your morale, he’s the Avatar of Greed, if he sees something he likes or seems worthy of his presence, he takes it

-But with that look you’re giving him, he honestly feels so guilty he can’t help but put it back

-He also appreciates your patience with him when it comes to anything that involves him talking about his emotions and thought process

-Because at this point he is widely known as scum so-

-Ahhhh, in the end, he thinks you’re pretty badass for a human and would low key want to see you in an armour of sorts agajwhisebhwjwwhehgdhdh

-And he really likes it when you make the effort to open doors for him too but he’ll never have the nerve to admit it

Levi:

-Believe it or not, he warms up to you in less than a day...?

-It’s probably because he’s a navy commander and he’s used to having soldiers around and you sort of remind him of that

-Out of everyone, he reacts the least when he sees how you carry yourself because to him it’s second nature

-Even if he does tend to slouch most of the time

-Almost dropped to his knees and started worshiping you when you yelled at Mammon to give Levi his money back on your first day

-And then a friendship started to blossom (im not friendzoning y’all, relax)

-Levi has a tendency to just walk into your room with his laptop, point at the screen which is paused in the middle of an anime and go “Look, the protagonist is a knight. You’re also...really knightly. I like the protagonist. I, uh I like you too, I guess.”

-He loves how honest you are because he knows that no matter what you wouldn’t lie to him

-“MC, do you think I’m a yucky otaku?”

-“No.”

-“But-“

-“No.”

-“Oh ok.”

-But on the inside he’s like 🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

-I just think that a knightly MC would connect on an emotional level with Levi for a lot of reasons, idk

-He’s gonna be a sputtering mess when he realises how much effort you put into this relationship (platonic or romantic) and how loyal you are to it

-Like how you actually bother learning all of his stupid passwords because you are just as serious about them as he is

-He just crashed, give him a moment to reboot please

Satan:

-He takes a while to warm up to you because for some reason your overall demeanour reminded him of Lucifer lol

-He thought you might be just as stuck up as him

-It didn’t take him longer than a week or so to come to the sudden realisation that you are way more pleasant than his brother

-Like his daddy, you manage to earn his respect pretty quickly after that

-He just thought the way you handled everything that was thrown at you in DevilDom was very sophisticated but firm nonetheless, if that makes sense?

-Like, you weren’t itching to escalate fights or anything but your tone of voice could easily end a whole conversation if need be

-You were still a human of course, it would be real easy for some low rank demon to kidnap you or something

-But for some reason, your confidence seemed to intimidate a few of the weaker ones into leaving you alone

-Obviously, that didn’t mean you were completely safe or anything

-There were still others that could effortlessly overpower you

-Even so, Satan found it sort of reassuring that unlike some humans, you weren’t one to back down without a confrontation

-Don’t get me started on all those times you rebelled against Lucifer, because that’s what truly got him to get to know you better

-He found you pretty interesting and then that interest sort of evolved into actual fondness

-Another thing that caught his eye was that even though you have very strong feelings about justice and fairness, you are completely level headed most of the time

-And patience, while it’s something he can manage, is the one that he has been trying to control for centuries

-He learned a lot from you about behaviour, whether you intentionally taught it to him or not

-And if there is one thing Satan thinks highly of; it would be knowledge

-Therefore, from that point onward, your existence was so much more precious to him than your soul could ever be

Asmo:

-What can I say about our sweet Asmo?

-You could have the personality of a trashcan and he’d still love you

-You were so polite and honourable from the beginning to the point you managed to get the attention of the Avata of Lust himself????

-He thought you were pretty hot basically

-hoWEVER

-Your righteousness always sort of nagged him because he low-key believed Diavolo snuck in another angel into the program, I-

-And for some reason, your loyalty to everyone in general ticked him off immensely at the beginning

-Mainly because he recognised that’s one of the traits he lacks entirely and he came to the conclusion that he needs to revaluate himself on that one

-He is so desperate for your attention, he will tattle on his brothers just to get you to yell at them and then comfort him

-“MCCCCC, MAMMON STOLE MY NEWEST MAKE UP KIT AND IS ABOUT TO SELL IT ON AKUZON!”

-he is so petty istg

-Your nobility still catches him off guard every now and then

-Because you’ve been living with demons for so long and yet you’re still, theoretically speaking, pure?? get your head out of the gutter people

-He probably applauds you on the fact that you can even scare Lucifer on some occasions because imagine having a scarier death glare than the eldest prince of hell

-Asmo will personally buy you clothes that he thinks suit your “aesthetic” (wtf Asmo)

-Might’ve bought you a sword and then got shouted at by Lucifer because oops turns out it was cursed

-Again, supportive mom vibes

-“MC, do you know how stunning you look strutting around with that confidence of yours? Don’t get me started on your posTURE!”

-You pulled a chair for him once and he practically swooned lmao

Beel:

-He figures you’re really nice from the start

-Mostly because you kept running errands and opening doors for him even though he let it slip that he might lose control and eat you

-Like most brothers, he finds you comforting in a way

-Beel appreciates your honesty to him too because he can count on you to tell him when he’s doing something wrong

-And he sort of needs the validation that even though he blames himself for a lot of things that took place in the past, his brothers and you are more than ready to forgive him (even if they didn’t blame him to begin with)

-Rather than respect, Beel puts a lot of trust into you, which I would believe to be more intimate

-If it’s just the two of you hanging out, he has an easier time opening up about Lilith because he knows you would never judge him and respect his feelings enough to let him get it out of his system

-You always share your food with him and give him a bigger portion and he goes so soft-

-Like who allowed you to be this generous?

-Tbh, he thinks it’s sort of refreshing having someone like you around

-Beel has been surrounded by demons for millenniums now and he’s gotten used to their...uh ‘evilness’

-Ever since you got dropped off in DevilDom, you really stood out with your nobility and morals

-It was like a breath of fresh air in a way

-He may or may not believe you’re a good influence on his siblings-if you can even influence demons of all things

-I’m not saying he invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism, but he definitely invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism

Belphie:

-“Out of all the humans they could’ve chosen, they picked the most annoying one, oH MY FUCKING GO-I MEAN DAD-“

-You go up to the attic that one night after tricking Lucifer into vibing to some classical TSL tunes

-He spotted you and was immediately irritated

-Like, he KNEW you were going to be a pain in the ass just by judging your posture and how you carried yourself (very knightly)

-At the start, he’s even hesitant to lie to you because he had a suspicion you wouldn’t buy his bs

-(Spoiler alert: you didn’t but you went with it either way)

-It takes a while for you to forgive him when he literally fucking kills you because that was rude af but you got over it in time

-AFTER of the whole ‘Sorry-for-choking-you-can-we-be-friends-now’ incident, you still get on his nerves a lot but at this point, he believes that’s his punishment for being a murderous dickhead

-You don’t really piss him off tho, you just confuse him a lot

-Why are you so polite? You keep pulling chairs and opening doors for him??? Why are you treating him like royalty?? Stop it, he doesn’t want to be like Lord Diavolo (he def likes it when you do that)

-Pls stop dragging the poor man to breakfast, he just wants to sleep in-

-He doesn’t understand how you’re always one time for everything

-My dude tries to wake up 20 minutes early to get somewhere in time and he is still 2 hours late

-sTOP TRYING TO FORCE YOUR IDEALS ONTO HIM, HE’S A LITTLE SHIT WHO ENJOYS WATCHING PEOPLE SUFFER

-All the same, you’re a very forgiving person so he’s just grateful you don’t hate him or anything

-And in the end, it doesn’t really matter how much your chivalry and righteousness and all of that pisses him off every now and then

-Because he can’t deny the fact that you brought him and his brothers the peace they needed

-And he so loves it when you and Lucifer go head to head mhmm

Diavolo:

-This big tittied man right here takes a liking to you immediately

-A couple of days in DevilDom and he’s already inviting you for tea at his castle

-You managed to befriend the prince of hell faster than the demons you live with, huh

-He’s lonely ok? He loves having people over and having cozy chitchats

-Not to mention he thinks you’re such pleasant company!

-Most demons would be afraid to even say anything in his presence but you always speak your mind while continuing to be respectful and he’s so happy, you don’t understand-

-Only demons in close relations to Diavolo like Babrbatos and Lucifer actually know how much it takes for someone to anger him

-He doesn’t take offence to much lol

-And he’s really content that you acknowledged that

-He sometimes visits you in his spare time just to talk and hang out since Lucifer is a big meanie who doesn’t want to indulge him and Barbatos is busy making him dinner >:(

-SPEAKING OF- if you and Barbatos don’t bond then i don’t know what to tell you

-I mean, you would both have so many things in common (strong sense of loyalty, honesty, just in a way etc.)

-You’re his favourite guest to have over at the palace, sorry Luci you’ve been replaced

-He genuinely finds you interesting as well so please tell him stories from the human realm!! He’s dying to learn more!

-Diavolo notices you demeanour sort of gives off warrior vibes so-

-He really considered making you into a knight bc it’s Diavolo-what he says; goes

-“I know they’re human but they’ll be fine. Look how tough they are! They managed to survive a year with you and your brothers didn’t they?”

-“My Lord, that doesn’t amount to anything, please don’t get our human killed-“

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #🕯 general #☂️ demon brothers #👑 Diavolo supremacy #⭐️ requests

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lilacmeadows · 3 years

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Made For You pt.4

Whooo! The last part! Are You guys proud of me? I wanted to make it really sweet and solidify them as a non-toxic couple. Ugh I loved writing this reader. So happy to live and breath for Bucky (yes, ‘tis me). Requests are open, so if you ever miss her, and want a ‘Made For You’ drabble or epilogue or something, let me know.

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Hydra had just finished training you to be the Winter Soldier’s perfect mate when the Avengers saved him. But what’s going to happen to you now that Hydra has deleted your old life and left you with nothing but a soldier that needs to learn to love himself before he can love someone else.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, explicit language, stockholm syndrome, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of captivity and kidnapping, mutual pining, SMUT, ORAL (f receiving), FLUFF, angst if you squint (must be 18+)

Bucky sauntered into the kitchen, happier than he has been in at least 70 years. Things seem like they’re looking up. Out of Hydra’s control, gorgeous girl who likes the way the carpet feels on her knees. He felt guilty, but he was happy. That is, he was happy until he saw Steve sitting on a kitchen barstool, and he was snapped back to the reality of his situation.

“Hey man. Do you know where the number to that Chinese place is?” Bucky asked Steve, not meeting his eyes as he rummaged through the drawers.

“Yeah, it’s on a menu in the drawer to your right.” Steve pointed to the drawer in question.

“Thanks.” Bucky replied, looking over the options and wondering what she would like. Bucky remembered how it was when he was first free from Hydra. He hadn’t had processed foods in decades, and his stomach couldn’t take it. He decided on nothing spicy, just some noodles with broccoli and beef. Then he doubled that order for himself. This made Steve’s brows perk up.

“Eating for two, Buck? Steve asked once his friend was off the phone.

“I told Y/n I’d order dinner while she showered.” He said, shrugging like he hadn’t just gotten a world class blowjob.

“Dinner? So what’s going on with you two? You barely talked to her on the ride here. Did something change?” Steve asked, as Sam walked into the kitchen, joining their conversation.

“Dinner? You and Y/n are having dinner?” He asked, trying to catch up, but Steve only knew as much as he did.

“We... talked. She’s nice. I just want her to be happy while she’s here because she’s got nowhere else to go.” Bucky shrugged. Pulling out two cups and filling them with ice and some fruity beverage- which both men noticed.

“”Buck, you’re not actually gonna pursue her are you?” Steve asked? This was what Bucky was dreading. He knew Y/n probably needed years of therapy and to be far away from him, but he also knew that he was happy, and Y/n looked so at peace when she made him happy. So why can’t they both just be happy together?

“I don’t know man. I mean, she really likes me, and I don’t have to hide anything from her. She makes me seem like the sane one.

“But Buck, she needs help. She’s been in captivity for a decade only thinking about pleasing you. How are you okay with that?” Steve looked disappointed in him, but he knew Bucky wasn’t trying to take advantage of the situation, he wanted to be happy.

“Shit, I’m okay with it. Do you know what I would do to have a girl that looks like that look at me the way she looks at Bucky? And without all the annoying things women do. Aye, I think if she’s happy making you happy, what’s so wrong about it?” Sam finished. Steve thought it over for a second. He still didn’t love the idea, but had to admit Y/n really wanted to be around Bucky. Keeping her from him would only make her miserable.

“I never wanted to take advantage of her. But she literally begs. What am I supposed to do? Be an asshole? Not to mention, I’m happy too. It’s nice having someone really care about you, you know?” Steve gave him a look. “I know you idiots care about me, but I mean a woman. It’s not like I’m gonna do much better than Y/n. Beautiful women aren’t lining up to date a 85 year old, ex-murderer with a metal arm.” And he was right. Where would he find better than a woman Hydra made just for him?

The doorbell rang, and Bucky paid for the food. He picked up the drinks he prepared and said goodbye to his friends. Bucky knew the whole situation was kinda fucked, but he also found himself missing Y/n in the time he was in the kitchen, and that feeling was only eased by the knowledge that she’s in her room, waiting for him to return.

But when he got there, it took everything in him to not drop the food where he stood. She was sitting crisscrossed on the bed, knitting, in just a t-shirt he gave her. Her pussy was on display for him the minute he walked in the door.

“I- I got- the umm... The food is here.” He said as he walked in and placed it on the table.

“Thank you, Bucky.” She said as she put the needles down and walked over to the table. “It smells good.” She said, looking at different labels and the cups of juice.

“Yeah.” He said, zoning out a little at the sight of her bare legs. Much more of them were exposed than earlier. He could see the shape of her hips, and he watched her nipples harden under his gaze- his cock twitched in response. “You didn’t like the sweatpants?”

“Not really, I was too warm. And pants feel weird in between my legs.” She responded, looking up at him with big eyes. He groaned. It’s like her responses turned him on when she wasn’t even trying to. He assumed they trained her to be so seductive, but he swears part of it almost seemed natural. Like for some reason he couldn’t help but be turned on by her.

The two of them shared their meals together at the little table. He could tell she was a little nervous around him, but also happy to be in his company. Bucky also noticed how good she is at making conversation. Always polite, but she knew exactly the right things to say.

“So you’re definitely gonna knit me a sweater right?” He jested, empty takeout boxes discarded in the trash.

“I’d love to. But it’s gonna take a whole lot of yarn. I don’t know if anyone told you, Bucky, but you’re kinda broad.” She said with light in her eyes.

“I’ll get you all the yarn you want, Y/n.”

“What color do you want it?” She asked.

“You pick, Babydoll.” He said, pulling her chair a little closer to himself. He couldn’t help wanting to be closer to her.

“I want yarn the color of your eyes, Bucky. Sir, you’re so beautiful.” In their proximity, she definitely noticed his reaction to her calling him ‘Sir’. Feeling emboldened, she continued. “Do you like when I call you sir?” She asked.

“Yeah, Babydoll.” He breathed, they were pulling each other in like magnets. Everything felt like it was coming into place for the two of them.

“Then why do you tell me to call you Bucky?” Her giggles were cut off by a bruising kiss. She immediately felt his tongue demanding entry that she was too happy to allow. He picked her up from her chair, and placed her on his lap, straddling him.

“Because I can’t think straight when you call me that.” He said, standing with her legs around his waist. He could feel her wet, pantie-less pussy rubbing against his abs, and groaned in frustration. He was hard as steel.

He sat her gently on the bed, and started sliding down her body.

“You’re only gonna wear my clothes, okay?” He ordered. He knew she would do whatever he asked of her, but he would never ask her to do anything bad. Just seeing her in nothing but his shirt did something to him.

He pushed up the shirt, and kissed all the newly exposed skin. His cold, metal arm felt heavenly on her hard nipples. He kissed and licked all the way down her belly until he reached where she wanted him most.

“What are you doing, Sir?” She asked him when he started separating her folds.

“I’m about to eat this pretty pussy, Babydoll.” He looked at her from in between her legs.

“Ohhh. Why?” She asked. She didn’t want to sound dumb in front of him, but in her studies, she never saw anything being reciprocated. She assumed her body was just for his pleasure. But if this is what he wanted, who was she to complain.

“Because it’s soaking wet, beautiful, and I want a taste. Plus, how else am I gonna fit in here if I don’t get you ready? I can’t break my shiny new toy on the first day. My shiny Babydoll.” He said before taking a long lick from her entrance to her clit. “Mmm tastes so sweet. Like sugar water.”

“They only let me drink water and cranberry juice.” She giggled, glad to see him enjoying something she worked so hard for.

“Damn, if we didn’t kill Hydra, I’d have to write them a thank you card.” He joked, putting a finger in her hole and sucking her clit. She was moaning quite uncontrollably, she never felt pleasure like this (or really at all), and it was overwhelming for her.

But then he stopped all of a sudden. He kissed back up her body, and left his finger inside of her- something clawing at his mind.

“They- Hydra didn’t touch you did they? Did they touch my Babydoll?” He asked, looking her deep in the eyes. Just the thought of them touching his girl brought rage to his chest.

“N- no, Sir. They wanted me t-to, to be untouched for my S-Soldat.” She was finally able to muster. He wasn’t helping her concentration. After he ask his question, he added another finger and started stroking her walls. Upon her answer, he hummed and pulled her into a kiss.

“Y/n, You’re so good for me, Babydoll. But I don’t think I can take another minute not inside you.” He said, pulling off his clothes with one hand, the other knuckle deep in her pussy. As his hand increased speed, and his thumb pressed on her clit, she clenched around his two fingers and came. He pressed his tip into her entrance before she even came down.

“Sir, you’re so big.” She squealed.

“Babydoll, I’m barely in you yet.” He laughed before he drove home. Her legs wrapped around him as she screamed. The pain disappeared after the initial shock, help by the powerful orgasm she just had. But that orgasm seemed like nothing compared to the one he was currently brewing inside her with every hit to her cervix.

“So goddamn tight, Babydoll. Like you were Made For Me™️. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, Y/n. Do you want that? Want me to claim you right here?” He pressed his hand on her belly, where he could feel himself bulging out of her from his size.

“Yes! Bucky, Yes!” She shouted, the knot deep inside her about to snap. “Please, make me yours, Sir” She moaned out his name like a prayer.

“Yes, good Y/n. My precious Babydoll. I’m about to cum baby. Cum with me, Y/n.” He said, grinding his pelvis in every thrust to rub against her clit. One of his arms supported his body while the other massaged her sensitive nipples.

Her orgasm was explosive, and the tightness around him felt so good, he followed her into the abyss. She shook and shuddered, while he stroked her hair, not ready to pull out of her just yet. They didn’t say anything until after he left to get her a washcloth to clean up her sopping, sensitive pussy. He was damn near mesmerized by the way she jumped a little from the overstimulation, and loved how his cum gushed out of her a little every time she breathed. He knew he needed this girl in his life forever.

“Bucky, I always wondered what happened to the women in those videos after her job was done.” She whispered against his lips when he came back up and put his arms around her.

“I doubt they got the special treatment like you do, but you deserve it for being my shiny Babydoll.” He told her and kissed her nose.

“Why do you call me that?” She asked.

“Because you look like a doll and you’re my favorite new toy.” He chuckled against her lips. Lazy kisses being exchanged between the two.

“So you’re gonna keep me?” She beamed at him.

“Of course I’m gonna keep ya, silly girl. You’re absolutely perfect. And it would be pretty rude to not keep a gift made just for me.” He kissed her one last time before she tucked her face into his neck and fell asleep.

He knew he’d have to teach her all the compassionate things about a relationship Hydra never did, but he was happy knowing that he’d protect her the way he had all those years ago. And that being with him is all she wanted.

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Childe NSFW Headcanons

May not make sense 100% due to mind still clouded by sickness lmaooo

Count: 699 words

Sex is a drug to Childe that has the same ecstasy as that of a good fight, a less threatening and less deadly alternative. It makes his heart pump in excitement, his muscles strain the same way as reflex, stamina challenged to the max against an opponent.

And honestly, in his eyes, the bed too is a battlefield. There are a lot of things taken into consideration when in the bed with this man:

He likes to wrestle for dominance and his stamina is that of a lion in heat. While he lives in the sensation, he also revels in the pleasure of his partner. It's a two-way battle, and every moment in bed will not be dull when you deal with him.

Clothes are off his back everytime, no skips. Doesn't matter if you're not taking yours off, even if it's much appreciated if it wasn't on you, but he's keeping his back out on the open— yes, back.

He prides himself victorious whenever you dig your nails into his back, the sensation tingling him and the pain edging him with thrill.

With that in mind, Childe pays CLOSE attention to your fingernails before every session. If they're long and sharp, that's cool, spicy. If they're trimmed down and filed tho, hoho, it's gonna be a loooong night.

He will make it his mission, an added challenge, for you to scratch his back DEEP with those dull fingernails and he will pound you into oblivion until you manage that. If not— well oopsie, the sun is shining now.

You may despise the scars on his back but he loves the heck out of it. Able to pleasure you like that, he'll definitely go around the house shirtless just to flex for a bit over the good night you had.

Speaking of being shirtless, he keeps his gloves on for a short period of time during your woohoo. Uh, why? Because the graze of the material when he runs it over your supple skin gives you the slightest yet most delectable shiver he savours watching.

The way you writhe under his grasp just like that, intensified too with how dim the lights are and how unexpected his fleeting touches would be—

Then he'll toss it away because he wants to finally grasp your flesh fully under his touch. Good shit.

Aftercare for child is,,, dependent. This decision lies mostly on you, criterias such as: a) whether you're conscious after sex, and b) whether you're conscious that you're clean after sex.

If you're too lazy or tired for cleaning up, he's uhm he's actually staying in you. Knotting. You're sleeping with a piece of him in you, so too uh totally prevent your juices from spilling hehe.

If you wake up aroused because of your circumstance, he'll happily indulge you. But he's honestly satisfied as is, so you don't have to worry about working so early in the morning.

Frustrated sex/hate sex barely happens, or doesn't happen at all. Tartaglia excels in strength in more ways that exceed your own, a huge chance he can punt you to the ground easily. And this knowledge, although thrilling, scares the man a lot.

Frustration, stress and anger is dealt off by finding someone to fight. He will not risk hurting you beyond what is pleasurable in bed.

Because to him moments together with you should be done out of love and nothing more.

He wants you to sleep in the bed remembering good memories, to dream in a blanket of positive thoughts and no remains of such horrible fragments.

It's always either top, bottom or switch right. So I present to you: all of the above. Childe likes to be on top, and if you try to dominate, he'll gladly be bottom— power bottom. Sorry honey, it's a battlefield, man's not backing down.

And finally, hands. He likes to either have your hands joined together during sex or your hands ALWAYS on him. Your squeezes and grips can ground him and he uses it to look out for his strength a lot: he uses your grip and noises to measure whether he's going too strong or too slow and will adjust accordingly.

Scaramouche NSFW Headcanons

Didn't see this one coming, did you? owo

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Scaramouche is into show and tell a lot, and even before the game itself, he's making things slow and sensual in the rare moments that he has all the time in the world tonight.

He'll slowly take off his pieces of clothing one by one while maintaining solid eye contact, making sure you watch. And after his, it is his obligation to the same to you, hand gliding over the buttons and undoing them with slow yet precise movements.

He acts like a predator seducing his prey before pouncing. Urging. Manipulating. Soon enough while your senses are overwhelmed with the tingles of his hands brushing against your skin ever so slightly, you'd already found yourself on your back on the bed, fully undressed.

No, Scaramouche does not wear his fuckin hat in bed, don't ruin the mood-

Sex is like therapy to him especially with you. He uses it to get away from the world's heavy burdens and cruel machinations by drowning himself in pleasure enough to pull him away. And with this he brings you the gentleness he only ever uses when he muses or ploys under the enemy's nose.

He will divulge himself in all the details, run his hand over your ecstatic flesh: how your blood flows through your body, the bumps appearing as he passes by it, how your pulse quickens during such moments. If you look at his eyes, he looks distracted and far away, but he'll notice you staring and you'd know he's still there.

As one of his moments of relaxation, just like Childe he doesn't get violent or abusive during it. But it's not entirely impossible either, for he has moments where the frustration comes with him and he just needs a better, more brash distraction. Hot, steamy woohoo comes around when his idiot workmates do him under like the usual fuck-ups they are, lol.

Scaramouche... finds the most pleasure in overstimulation, from both sides. Short darling does not like to choose sides but he is very easy to flip over and top especially when he's still coming down from a high—

So while you top him and pound him while he's still sensitive, he's a writhing, begging mess. He's sputtering because of overstimulation, and you can do this over and over again until you know he's satisfied. How do you know he's done?

Ah, well, he flips you over and topping you for one last time with such a violent pace and a dangerous glint in his eyes. You dare make him putty, he'll do it ten times worse to you.

Scara likes bite marks on the first phase, the foreplay, or the slow and sensual phase. He doesn't like going to your neck, biting while on the peak of the sex, because it's both distracting and hard to crane so damn low like that.

The way he bites is like this: he'll first softly nuzzle his lips to your neck (his go-to spot for chomping), plant a lingering kiss, give a tentative lick then bite down. He will suck on it depending on how long he wants that hickey to stay, but there will always be ONE that stays for days. Sorry, citizen, standard procedure.

Another thing, Scaramouche is awfully quiet during sex. He doesn't hold back his noises but he ends up paying attention to yours more, aaaand he barely talks, whether it be sweet nothings or bitey remarks.

When you ask him about this the first time, the Harbinger would be pleasantly surprised because he himself didn't notice. But he could only offer a shrug and brush away the talk with a blush, stating something along the lines of 'pillow talk shouldn't be done in broad daylight.'

And so you made a hypothesis: he could be silent because he usually can't shut up like what the others said, right? Whether he quiets down from exhaustion or from guilt, you'll never find out.

After sex, he rests by leaning his ear on your chest, burying his face between your breasts. The sound is a nice lullaby enough to send him to sleep peacefully.

We all have our own interpretation of NSFW headcanons and this is just a personal thought upon breaking down their character deeper in a more psychological way lololol. May or may not be experienced on lewd stuff kek-

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tsrookie · 3 years

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Always In My Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Alyssa Brooks)

A/N: On today’s episode of ‘I have no idea wtf I’m doing’, we have something that I cooked up because I had terrible WiFi and no other app but Google docs would open up.

Trope: Fluff, but a tiny bit of angst?

Rating: General

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning(s): Mentions of character death

Summary: Their son has a very important question to ask.

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The delicious aroma of chicken and rice wafted through the Brooks-Ramsey household. The couple worked side by side in the kitchen as they had all those years ago, the only difference being that it was now a dinner for five and not just two.

Allison Dolores Brooks-Ramsey came into their lives nine years ago, and while it was earlier than they would have wanted, they didn’t regret a second of their lives ever since they first heard her voice.

The twins on the other hand, were planned, but nothing had prepared them for the chaos that Nathan and Natalie would bring. A new broken object every week, a dozen fights for the TV every day, and yet were nothing short of tiny tornadoes when they joined forces.

It couldn’t be more perfect.

“What time did Jackie and Emilia say that they would bring the girls back?”

“6:30, I think.”

“Ah. So we have time till 7:00.” They shared a knowing smile. Two aunts taking their nine and six year old nieces to the mall meant a complete raid of the toy store, and a new guitar.

“You need to stop letting everyone spoil the girls just because you have a soft spot for them, Ethan. Ally’s grown old enough to understand that she has her daddy wrapped around her finger, and we don’t need Nat coming to that realisation as well.”

“I don’t- I can’t believe you would accuse me of not loving all my children equally!”, he exclaimed in mock offense.

“Mhmm. So why did I have to come up with an explanation to tell Nathan why his dad wasn’t on board with ordering dessert when he asked for it, but relented once his sisters kept bugging him for another five minutes?”

He opened his mouth in protest, but decided against saying anything for his own good. “Well what can I say? They’ve inherited their mother’s persuasiveness. And I can’t really say no to you, can I?”

Alyssa’s lips curved upwards at that. The playful look in her husband’s eyes caused her to finally break into a grin. “At least you’re self-aware.” Stuffing the rice into the bird she added, “But I can’t exactly tell our son that his dad is too in-love with his mom that he sees her in his daughters and hence can’t say no to them. He’d gag in disgust.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head in the crook of her neck. “That he would. Alright I’ll try a little harder to resist their charms. Wouldn’t want my only son to end up hating me.” He said it without a hint of worry over it becoming true someday. Over the years, he’d learned to put aside his fears of not being a good father, and with the help of some therapy, and Alyssa’s unwavering love and support, he’d locked up his insecurities in a box and let it sink to the bottom of the ocean.

They took the stuffed chicken and put it in the oven, washed their hands and plopped down on the couch for some rare downtime.

“Crap.”

“Everything okay?”

“Fred’s mom got called in, so she’s dropping Nate off on her way to work.”

Ethan sighed. “There goes the hour I planned to spend with my wife, who I barely get to spend enough time with these days.”

“I swear, you were never this busy when you were chief. I have no idea why my workload’s ten times bigger.”

“I do.” Ethan smiled with pride. “One usually does have a lot of work when they’re at the front lines of the battle for making free healthcare accessible for every single person in the country. My brilliant wife, though she could choose to leave most of the work to her very competent team, opts to take it all upon herself. So that’s probably the cause behind all the extra workload she complains about.”

She smirked and perched herself onto his lap. “Well your very brilliant wife also knows that you called my team very competent just to avoid hurting my feelings, and that you and I both know that they’ll be running around like headless chickens without me taking care of things.”

“I know, love. But you can still make them do a little more instead of working yourself to the bone while still making sure that you have at least one meal with the kids every day.”

She sighed. “Yeah, to make sure that they don’t forget what I look like.” She leaned in closer. “Besides, are we really going to spend our last few minutes of peace talking about work?”

Just as she uttered the words, the door burst open, and Nathan kicked off his shoes and jumped onto the couch as Alyssa slid down from Ethan’s lap. She shot him a look that very clearly meant What did I just say?

Ethan gave her an apologetic look and ruffled his son’s hair. “Hey buddy. How was your day at Fred’s? I know you wanted to spend more time with him.”

“I did, and we were just about to open his new LEGO set when Mrs. Watson told us that she had to run up to her office for some emergency meeting.”, he pouted. “But it was a nice day. We watched Thor: Ragnarok and Luca, and we would’ve watched another movie if his dad didn’t tell us that two movies were enough for a day.”

Alyssa shot him a mildly stern look. “Well he was right. You’re too young to have movie marathons just yet. Two are more than enough, unless you want to have a headache.”

“But mom, I’m not too young! I’m a big boy! I can swing along the monkey bars at the park faster than Natalie, and soon I’ll swing across buildings just like Spider-Man!”

“Well Spider-Man got bitten by a yucky spider before he swung across buildings. Do you want to be bitten by a gross and poisonous spider?”

“Mommy, not all spiders are gross and poisonous. Dad told me that when I was four and got scared of them at the zoo.”

She rolled her eyes. Leave it to her husband to convince her kids that insects were anything short of creepy and disgusting. In reality, they were, but as someone who ran a mile away at the sight of a butterfly, she wasn’t going to accept that.

“That’s right, Nate. Some of them are certainly very poisonous and dangerous, but that doesn’t mean that you should be scared of them. If you maintain your distance and admire them from afar, there should be no problem at all.”, he said with a pointed look at Alyssa, who just huffed in annoyance.

Nathan giggled, his brown eyes lighting up with amusement. He loved watching his parents playfully bicker. It was way better than seeing them- ugh, kiss.

“We were pretending to be superheroes and Fred used his full name for his pretend name cause it sounded cool, and it is. Fredrick Anthony Watson sounds like something from that show you and mom watch with the guys in the stuffy suits.”

“When did you see us watching the show with the guys in the stuffy suits?”, asked Ethan with a slight hint of concern. Whatever he and Alyssa watched on their free nights was definitely not kid-friendly.

“I don’t remember. Maybe a few months ago.”

Their year old puppy, Ivy, woke up from her nap and bounced into the living room to jump onto her favourite person. Nathan squealed with joy as the fluffy hair of the dog tickled his nose.

Ethan and Alyssa smiled at each other. Getting another dog after Jenner was a decision that took a lot of convincing, but their kids were responsible enough and it was impossible to say no after two years of constant pestering.

“Fred told me that he was named after his great-grandfather William, and that he was this really cool guy who saved a bunch of guys from getting mugged in a dark, dark alley.” He turned to look at his parents as Ivy snuggled into his lap. “Who was I named after mom?”

The question caught her off guard, and she glanced at Ethan for backup.

When they knew that they were having a boy, they immediately knew what to name him. They hadn't, however, anticipated Nathan Daniel Brooks-Ramsey to ask such a question this soon.

Seeing his wife at a loss for words, Ethan spoke up. “C’mere Nate.” He pulled him closer and pressed a kiss atop his head. “We once had a friend named Daniel. He worked at the hospital as a nurse, and he was close to your mom and Aunt Sienna when they were interns.”

Having found her voice, Alyssa joined in. “He was an amazing friend. He was the only nurse in the hospital who helped me out when things got messy, and cheered up Aunt Sienna when no one else could. He’d join us for picnics and movie nights, and you could always count on him if you needed something at the hospital.” She took a deep breath, and Ethan nodded. “Things were going well, but then in my second year, something really bad happened.”

“Oh no.”

“There was this bad guy, who wanted his revenge on another bad guy, and he was ready to risk his own life, and the lives of everyone around him to do so.”

“That’s horrible! Who would want to do something like that?”

Ethan smiled wistfully. “A lot of people in this world actually do. You’re a good person, so you know that it’s wrong. But some people aren’t, and they don’t care about other people getting hurt because of their actions. That night at the hospital, Danny tried to tell the bad guy that it was wrong, and to think things through. But he didn’t listen, and did something that hurt both himself, Danny, Uncle Raf, another friend of ours, and your mom.”

His little eyebrows creased with worry, Nathan asked, “What happened then?”

“He… he died. Along with our other friend, Bobby. Do you remember what we once told you about an autopsy?” Nathan nodded his head. “Well Danny asked for his body to be autopsied, and thanks to him, we were able to find out what was wrong with mom and Uncle Raf.”

He fell silent for a moment, remembering the horrors of the day, and how eternally grateful he was to Danny for being the reason he didn’t lose everything. He couldn’t imagine a life without the love of his life and his children, and he wouldn’t have either if not for the sacrifices that were made.

He looked up at Alyssa, and she squeezed his hand in support. “We’ll tell you more when you’re older, but to make it short, you’re named after a hero too. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have you, your sisters, or mom here with me.”

Nathan wriggled out of his dad’s arms, and set Ivy down so he could hug his mom as tightly as he could.

“Well… if you can hear me Mr. Daniel, I just wanna thank you. Thanks for saving my mom. I love her so much and I’m so thankful that I got to meet her because of what you did. I wish I could’ve met you, you sound like a really cool person, and I’m sure you were. So yeah, thanks. A lot.”

Alyssa’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears, and she held her son as she expressed her silent thanks along with Ethan.

What they had was precious.

Fifteen years had passed since they first met, and yet each day they fell in love a little more like they did when they held hands for the first time in the dim light of the NICU watching over little Ethan, or when she finally got to see the real him the first time she visited his place; the first time in years he let someone know a little of the worries residing deep in his heart.

With all the odds against them, it was a miracle that they survived, even more so that they managed to raise three perfect children who had more love to share than they could ever comprehend.

And they’d never forget all the reasons that made it possible for them to survive.

Ding!

The timer on the oven went off, and they got to their feet to get the chicken.

“Was he a good cook dad?”

“I… don’t really know, Nate. Your mom knew him better than I did.”

“Well there was this one time where he helped Aunt Sienna bake an amazing cake, so I guess he knew his way around the kitchen.”, Alyssa recollected fondly. It was for Jackie’s birthday, one of the few nights where the competition was completely forgotten about.

Nathan’s face melted into a glowing smile. “I love cake. So I guess I really would’ve loved him.”

She mirrored his radiant expression. “You definitely would’ve.”

“Why don’t you go play with Ivy while mom and I get the food ready? You can help us with the dessert later.”

“We’re having dessert?!”

Ethan grinned at his son’s excitement. “You bet we are.”

“Yay!” They watched as Nathan ran off to go play fetch with Ivy in their enormous backyard.

Ethan pulled Alyssa in for a sweet, lingering kiss as soon as he was out of sight.

“You’ve been wanting to do that for a while now hmm?”

“Something like that.”, he murmured as they broke apart.

She could see the ever-increasing strands of silver in his brown hair, and the faint wrinkles along the sides of his forehead, but his clear blue eyes were just as loving and devoted as she remembered from over a decade ago.

“We have a pretty good life, don’t we?”

Ethan kissed her again. “No, we have the perfect life.”

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A/N 2: Aaaand I’m going MIA again. Honestly though, to everyone who’s read so far, thank you so much for sticking around. Means the world💙

P.S: I finally chose Chyler Leigh as my face claim!

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Satan x MC - Public.

Pairing: Satan x MC (F).

Fandom: Obey Me.

Prompt: Asphyxiation || Orgasm Denial || Public

Warning: Warning: Public sex, mutual pining, vaginal sex, hand-job, fingering, talks of masterbation, angry Satan.

Day 2 of Kinktober event/prompt list.

Amazing thank you to @crystal13unny for being my beta 💛

Mid-terms were looming and overstressed didn’t come close to explaining how everyone felt. Whilst life was normally chaotic amongst demons, this way beyond words due to how dysfunctional life had become. Mammon had been “retail therapy” shopping so much that goldie broke, Asmo repainted his nails at least four times a day, while Leviathan's beloved console was becoming dusty with neglect. All because Lucifer was bringing forth tenfold his normal strictness to ensure revisions happened, causing tension to run through the household.

Beel was stress eating, which meant consuming triple what he normally ate, hardly leaving anything in the fridge. To say Lucifer lost his shit would be an understatement. He was livid causing sparks of arguments to fly across the house of Lamentation. Of course as soon he started, Satan retaliated as he always did.

“Will you be considerate for just once and not eat us out of food!” Slamming the fridge shut, his red eyes pulsing with anger, “Shouldn’t you be studying rather than indulging in your gluttonous ‘habits’,”. It was asked as a question but meant clearly as a statement.

“Lay off him Lucifer! You know how he gets around exams,” The blonde rolling his eyes at Lucifer's comment, the others around him on the table all going silent, eyes falling upon him before darting back to Lucifer for his response.

“Don’t you start getting involved Satan, keep your nose out where it doesn’t belong,”.

“Doesn’t belong? You're openly yelling at Beel for something he can’t help, just back off Lucifer, I am sick of you breathing down everyone’s necks!” the sound of Satan's fist slamming down on the oak table range clearly through the air. The tension was thick in the room, one wrong move and it would set alight, causing a blaze to rupture in the household. All it took was a tutt and snide remark from Lucifer before Satan dashed across the room and pinned him against the kitchen counter, fists balled up in a firm grasp with the material of the eldest shirt.

“Another word Lucifer and I swear,” Satan hissed, his normal soft demeanour now lost in a sea of wrath. Green eyes normally the colour of soft apple candy now shone dark with tinges of yellow, the iced-cold anger behind them enough to make any human freeze and shiver with fear. Lucifer was no human and went unfazed at the younger's outburst, simply pushing him off him with a, “If you cared this much as your midterms rather than your dopey siblings you could actually pass them with a decent grade,”.

It took the strength of Leviathan and Mammon, quickly running from the table to grip Satan to stop him from swinging at Lucifer. A simple tut, a wave of his hand and a “childish,” was all he left them with before exiting.

“I’ll kill him, I’ll actually fucking kill him,” Satan screamed, chest heaving up and down as the others tried to calm him down.

“Who we killing?” A young girl came strolling into the kitchen, yawning as she did, stretching her arms above her head causing her shirt to slide up and expose her stomach slightly.

“Morning cutie!” Asmo rushed to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her with him back to the table.

“Lucifer,” Belphine huffed, head resting upon the table with his eyes shut.

“Oh I’m in,” Reaching for for a slice of toast only to out it back when she saw a scorpion tale sticking out of the crust, demon food was just not her thing, “He’s been on my case for the last few weeks, I’ve hardly had any time to myself because of his schedule he’s made for me,” her eyes fell to Satan who was still heaving in the corner, before swapping a confused expression with Levi. Levi touched the tip of his nose twice, a signal between the pair to indicate an argument had/or was about to break out.

“You okay there?” She asked, standing up and walking a few paces forward to lean against the counter, meeting Satan’s eyes.

“Yeah just old bossy arse ruining everything as usual,” He murmured, breath finally calm.

“Don’t let him wind you up, you know he gets a kick out of seeing you so angry,” She lent over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. A shared look amongst the other brothers and just as Mammon was about to protest the gesture, Levithan stamped on his foot to keep him quiet.

There was something between the two, they were the best of friends, anyone and everyone could see that. It was also apparent the sexual tension that lingered between the two, slowly building up, waiting to overspill. While they loved each other as friends, certain feelings now occurred between them. He found himself rather embarrassed at fisting his cock to the thought of her nearly every night, whilst she let his name slip between her lips when her vibrator brought her to orgasm. Neither knowing or revealing how they felt for the sake of their friendship. As if too blind to recognise their feelings for each other.

“So what was he going off about this morning?” She asked the room, going into the fridge and opening a cartoon of juice.

“Beel’s eating,” Levithan answered, watching as Beel was still moping in the corner of the room, kicking fallen debris on the floor with a huff.

“Oh Beelze! Are you stressing eating again?” She asked, feeling sympathy for him, she did for all of them. Whilst they were demons, they had no control over their powers, each of them having their own individual quirks tied to their demonic power.

“Yeah-” sulked from the red-head in the corner, scuffing his shoes along the floor.

“Oh honey I’m sorry,” She took a sip out of the juice she’d poured into a clean cup, “I mean he cancelled my date for me for the other day, deemed it as not suitable time for doing my studying,”.

The word ‘date’ made Satan’s ears prick up, he repeated the word out loud causing everyone to turn to him.

“Hmm, with one of them cutie players from Beel’s team I do believe,” Asmo chimed in, causing a blush to grace the girls cheeks, “Muscular, tall, handsome, a little dim-witted but still!”.

A string of curses falls from Satan’s mouth, pushing his brothers off of him, a ‘this day keeps getting fucking better’ is all he says before storming out of the room. The slam of the door is enough to signal his departure.

“What's wrong with him?” She questioned, watching how the brothers all turned to each other before her slowly.

“Isn’t it obvious? He l-” Mammon rolls his eyes with a tut but if cut off by Asmo jumping in, “He’s just stressed sweetie, he’s probably gone up to the library so why don’t you go check on him for us,”. Asmo doesn’t take a second for her response, taking the cup out of her hand and putting it down, practically shoving her out of the room. “But Asmo I!” But her protests are cut short as he shuts the door behind her.

“You!” He hisses to Mammon who blinks in confusion.

“The fuck did I do? I can’t help that Satan is too much of a pussy to admit his feelings, The Great Mammon would never chicken out like that,”.

“Shut up Mammon, you big idiot, let Satan tell her himself,” Levi added, the group of remaining brothers now sitting around the table.

“You think she likes him back?” Beel asked, causing a snort from Asmo.

“Please! Have you seen the way she stares at him? I also know about her little nightly activities,” He sings in a sickly song, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Asmo the fuck that’s gross. I didn’t need to know they were fucking, no wonder he was upset she had a date,” Belphegor sighed, throwing a book at him.

“Oh sweetie no, they’ve not done it yet, but the way she says his name at night she definitely wants too,”.

“How do you even know that?”.

“I’m the avatar of lust sweetie,” Asmo rolls his eyes and flicks his wrist with annoyance at even having to state it, “Plus her room is next to mine and the other night there was definitely a ‘Satan’ slipped between them plump lips after a good ten-minutes of buzzing,”.

“Stupid human, should be thinking of me instead of him,” Mammon pouted, crossing his arms infront him as he sulked like a child.

“Lets just hope the pair admit how they feel,” Levi stated, each of the brothers secretly praying for their brother.

Asmo’s hunch was right, the young girl found Satan angrily moping on the first floor of the library within the house. He had his back against the wooden bookcase sat on the floor, book in lap but little attention being paid to it.

“Hey,” She smiled, taking a few steps forward waiting for his response. He grunted, trying to bury himself in the book without looking up at her.

“Can I sit?”.

“Free place isn’t it,” he responded, flicking the page as she sat beside him, outstretched legs touching.

They sat in for a few moments in silence, Satan still pretending to be studying in his book until he finally broke it.

“So your date,” Finally closing the book and turning to her, “You never said anything,”.

“I,” Her face was blushing slightly, “I wasn’t really into him but I just, I felt too nice to say no,”. Her confession made them both laugh, finally breaking the tension between them. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know how you would react,”.

“Me? What does it matter what I think?”.

“Your my best friend, your opinion matters the most,” She whispers, reaching between them and finding his hand, their fingers intertwining like they so often did especially when they sat in bed watching movies on a Friday night.

It took a few minutes again before Satan spoke up, “I’m glad you didn’t go,”.

“Oh?” He squeezed her hand, “I didn’t want to go anyway, I think he only asked because he overheard Beel teasing me about my lack of sex life,” she snorted a little with laughter, “I haven’t had sex since living in the human world. Do you know how long ago that was?” Her following words sending the demons cheeks a light pink, “I mean girls have needs too but I think Lucifer kind of got a whiff of why he wanted to take me out and well…”.

He knew exactly how many months to the exact day since she’d entered the Lamentation household, the shining ball of light that was herself weaving her way into all of their lives. How long it had been to even the touch of another person because the minute she walked into his life it lit a carnal desire which only she could quench.

“I mean it’s been the same for me,” He laughs.

“Yeah, why is that? I always see the girls throwing themselves at you, you don’t seem that phased though?” She asked.

“I have my eye on someone else,” He rubbed his thumb over hers in a soft manner, “Someone important,”.

They shared a glance, the avatar of wrath melting into her eyes as if trying to convey the words he couldn't say out loud. Hers mirroring as she softly whispered his name.

“Satan I-...,” She started a waver in her voice, the feeling mutual for Satan to her. Both of them leaning until they were an eye-lash apart, her eyes slowly closing as Satan swallowed with an anxious breath.

It was unsure who started it but they kissed with a passion, tongues meeting in a sloppy exchange as he pulled her into his lap to straddle him. Both of them indulged in a feeling that this was right, that it was meant to be. Her hands fisted into his hair, both of them groaning as he held her waist whilst she subtly began to grind on him.

“Is this okay?” He groaned against her lips as he unbuttoned her shirt slowly, just enough to cup her breast beneath it, thumbs tugging down the material of her bra to let her perky breasts stand free. His fingers rolling her nipples in his hands causing her to grind harder against him, heat pooling inside her stomach as her panties grew wetter by the second.

“Yes, fuck Satan, yes don’t stop,” She replied, inhailing sharply as he pressed kisses to her neck, a trail leading down until his mouth latched over her breast.

Neither of them wanted to stop, losing themselves in the embrace of one another. When his hand skirted up her thigh beneath her skirt to rub against the wet patch of her panties she moaned his name, causing him to still for a second before continuing, the breathless way she called it made his cock stand solid. A moan he’d imagined thousands of times in his head, but none of it compared to the real thing.

She popped the buttons on his jeans, palming his erection beneath the fabric before tugging them down just enough with his boxers for his cock to spring free. Her eyes widened as she marvelled at it, delicately taking it in the palm of her hand, his leaking head oozing wetness onto her skin.

“L-Like that,” Satan encouraged her after a few strokes, his mind fogging over at her movements. He let out a low groan against her neck, almost forgetting his brothers were only a few doors down from them and that they risked any one of the walking in.

“Your so wet,” His hand snaking beneath her panties to rub his index finger against her wet folds, her hips bucking into his touch.

“Only for you Satan,” She whimpered, back arching as he pushed a finger inside her tight, wet heat. A noise like no-other left his lips as her walls gripped around his digit, pushing out to thrust back in until the grip around him loosened and he sped up his movements.

“Satan, I- more please,” Mouth formed in a delicate ‘o’ as two of his fingers worked inside her, knuckle deep and dripping with arousal. Her hand tightly around his cock, jerking it slowly as they both moaned into others mouths. Both eyes brimmed with lust, neither of them wanting to part from one and other for even a second.

“I can’t, I haven’t got a condom,” He swallowed, he may have one in his room but the thought of stopping now to search for one was too much. Even if she came around his fingers whilst he came on her hand, it would at least be enough to satisfy the need until they could be protected.

“I’m on,” Pressing her lips to his, pulling his hand away from her as she lined herself over his cock, “Birth control”.

“Are you sure- fuck,” He groaned so loud the bookcase behind him trembled, the warmth of her tight walls stretching over him send his head flying backwards. It was unknown who said it, but a breathless ‘fuck’ was whispered as she lowered slowly over him. Satan pressing gentle kisses to her lips as she rose up before lowering back down, inching him further into her with each movement. She took a few moments to roll her hips slowly, Satan’s hands cupping her ass to help her down until he was fully hilted inside her.

“Your perfect, so perfect,” Satan repeated over and over in a loving tone as her forehead pressed against his, slowly grinding movements of her hips in tightly circles.

Small rolls of her hips as his hands delicately ran from the curve of her ass to the smooth of her waist beneath her skirt, the sheer wetness dripping from her coaxing over his balls. The pit of her stomach dropped, mouth opening as her eyes expanded, the head of his cock rolling perfectly against her g-spot with each movement causing her to rock directly against that spot. His lips moved from hers, to her neck, moving down slightly to capture a nipple in his mouth as she moaned louder. He had to bite back the chuckle inside him to think for sure his brothers would hear them, but in this moment all he could focus on was the tight-heat eloping over his cock in gyrating movements. That he was claiming her, that she was his human. Heat pulsed throughout her body, feeling no shame at the sudden happening of her orgasm building.

“I'm gonna cum, Satan, I’m gonna-” Fingernails digging into the soft green of his sweater, lips parted with her head tossed back, cheeks dusted a heavy pink as the tension in her stomach rose higher and higher. Satan’s hands working her hips, letting her move at her own leisure as she brought herself to the edge of climax, ready to be pushed off it. His vision was lost in her beauty, admiring each and every thing about her, how she was physically and mentally taking the air out of his lungs as her walls tightened over him. She came crying out his name, unable to hold back, an orgasm with the intensity like none before she had experienced. Drool pooled out the corner of her mouth, hands grasped onto him to keep her grounded as her vision flooded white, Satan’s hands pulling her down to be fully impaled by him as her walls flexed over his cock. Her sweating forehead pressed against his, rapid breaths falling from her mouth as she came down from her high, Satan groaning as her walls slowly stopped withering around him.

“Satan I lo-,” And just as she opened her eyes, they heard it from outside, Asmo screaming out.

“Lucifer don’t-!”.

“I’m sorry,” Satan whispered, cupping her face as he pushed her off of him. The whimper she made broke his heart but he threw her behind the bookshelf, hissing at the loss of her warmth over him and the tightness of his jeans over his still solid cock as he tucked himself back in just in time for the door to burst open.

“Where is she!” Lucifer raging across the room in demon form, black onyx horns pulsing and Satan swore he could see steam coming out of his nose. “The fuck is she Satan!”.

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m simply revising as you told me too,” Satan peers up from the book he had tugged into his lap, although his sweating face, ruffled hair and panting breath was enough to signal otherwise. The heavy smell of sex dominating the aroma of the dusty library.

“Don’t play coy. I heard you down the corridor! You vile creature, tainting her like that, you should be ashamed Sata-” Lucifer barks but is stopped. Satan growled, anger controlling him as his demon form takes over, standing and pinning Lucifer against the wall as if he was merely as light as a book.

“I might not be good enough for her,” He hisses, tinged eyes pulsing with anger, “But I fucking love her, you have no right Lucifer, no right. Just because you can’t have her doesn’t mean you can control her,”. He gives a dark chuckle, smirking to see Lucifer's face fluster, “Yeah that’s what I thought, that's why you want us all to study, so you can keep her all to yourself but guess what Lucifer,”. Satan peered into his eyes before moving his hold to choke Lucifer, leaning to the side of him as he whispered in his ear, “It was my cock she was just coming over,” The whimper from Lucifer made Satan smug with pride, “So I suggest you leave, unless you want to watch me fuck her... Oh how glorious that would be seeing you wishing, no, lusting to be me as I drive my cock into her tight walls, for only me to ever do so. She’s my human Lucifer, mine,”. He lets out a cheshire grin before releasing his hold on Lucifer, watching him choke a few breaths before turning on his heels and leaving, his pride purely kicked to the curb.

“Are you okay?” Satan turned back around, running to the bookcase where he had pushed the girl off, watching her nod from behind where she was hiding. “I’m so sorry you had to see that,” He whispered, cradling her in his arms, the moments of darkness passing as fast as it came, she bringing out the best and light out from inside him.

“It’s okay, really I’m just glad he came in then and not when- you know, I guess we were a little loud,” She smiled with a light blush, her askew clothes now fixed, “Did you mean what you said… about Lucifer liking me…?”.

“You can’t tell? That’s why he’s kept us all ‘studying’ to keep us away from you,” Satan tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear.

“I didn’t realise, I mean- I didn’t realise you liked me either so,” A nervous laughter followed.

“All my brothers like you,” Cupping her face in his palm and stroking her lip with his thumb, “But I-... I love you,”.

“I love you too Satan,” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss her. The kiss quickly deepend, the couple picking up their previous rhythm before being interrupted before she pulled away. Satan frightened he had scared her with his actions to Lucifer.

“Do you-” Twirling her index finger along his chest, hiding her face in a bashful manner, “Do you think that… we could finish this in your room?”.

“Of course, we don’t have to continue if you're uncomfortable,” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, a softer side of Satan that only she would ever get to see.

“No no!” She quickly added, “It’s just- Lucifer's room is next door and I- well, you know, I feel we owe him a little revenge for the past few weeks… and as well,”. Her hand moved down to cup his still hard cock through his jeans, “You didn’t get to finish,”.

“You are perfect, you know that?” Satan laughed, cupping her face again and kissing her nose.

“Um as well,”.

“Yes?”.

“Do you think the whole wall pinning and choking… we could-maybe-try it?” Her face burning red as Satan felt his cock twitch, the horns on the side of his that had subsided as his anger calmed now re-appeared but this time for lust, not anger.

“Fuck me you’re so fucking perfect,” He mumbled once more, picking her up in his arms with her legs around his waist as he kissed her deeply, carrying her from the library to his room.

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