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ultraluuminary · 1 year

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thinking about how it took my pardner almost 30 minutes to scroll thru my blog only to get to like. 2021. Shouts out to me for making an original post once every 2 years

#ive been on this webbed site for like. 5 years and he was tryna find something embarrassing #ozzie tag #also oz babe if you see this hi!!

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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I have a pretty good one awhile ago but I don't ever see myself writing it.

Reader and Eddie are good friends, Argyle drops by his trailer to buy, and he ends up flirting with the reader. Later reader and Eddie go to a party, Argyle is there, and in sure you know where it goes from there

Argyle x fem!reader

You can call me names if you call me up

Warnings:18+ Weed dealing, weed smoking, mentions of drinking, slight mentions of hellcheer? (eddie has a crush and we make fun of him for it) kissing, semi public fingering (f! receiving)

Word count: 5.8k

beta’d by @superblysubpar

Authors note: This is my first ever Argyle fic! Thank you @sleepy-princ3ss for letting me write this! I had a lot of fun this one but it’s scary to write a new character so let me know what you think! I also had a good time writing Eddie as our best friend who doesn’t want to fuck us. Wild right? Still, there’s lots of Eddie in here too 💕

The summer heat always feels extra sticky inside Eddie’s trailer this time of year, the stale breeze that floats through his cracked window does nothing to cool you down. Thumbing through the worn covers of the records Eddie keeps in his room you hum along to the last few chords of Ride The Lightning. When the covers of Back In Black and Blizzard of Oz stick together, you grimace as you pull them apart. A crumpled cut of a babe from a Heavy Metal Magazine is the ‘glue’ that was holding them together.

“Eww Eddie! What the fuck?” god, your best friend was gross.

Clumsy loud footsteps bring him to the entrance of his room, bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat, his face flushes an even deeper shade of red when his eyes zero in on what you’re glaring at.

“I - uh,” coughing nervously, he scratches the back of his neck, the chain wrapped around his wrist sliding down his arm, “I don’t - I don’t know how that got there.”

Scoffing with a roll of your eyes you examine it a little more closely, careful not to touch it. The blond hair and the big blue eyes were a dead give away why this had to have been his favorite.

“She kinda looks like Chrissy don’t you think? Like if she got a metal makeover or whatever you’d call this,” snorting when his face turns into a tomato, his own glare takes over his features when he narrows his eyes at you.

“Why are you even snooping through my records, this one just started?” blinking quickly with embarrassment he looks like he’s ready to explode and you’ve never been more pleased with yourself.

Opening your mouth ready to bite back with something that you were sure was going to send him over the edge, the sound of three quick knocks followed by a single fourth one cuts you off before you can even start.

“Who’s that?” confused at his lack of communication with anyone crashing your hang out, he snaps - gesturing for you to step away from his records before he answers you.

He’s halfway out his bedroom door with you quick on his heels when he finally does.

“Jonathan and his friend from Cali are here to pick up real quick,” groaning at the sound of Jonathan’s name, Eddie laughs loudly before signaling for you to shut up with a finger to his lips.

It wasn’t that you hated Jonathan, he was just always such a downer when he’d join in on your smoke sessions.

Opening the door when you cross your arms with a nod signaling you’ll behave, he turns his charismatic Munson charm up to a ten with a wide grin.

“Byers,” giving him a slight bow, he extends his tattooed arm wide inviting them in, “Byer’s friend.”

You see Jonathan first, who gives you an awkward small wave and a tight lipped grin, lifting three fingers you give him the same energy.

“Oh hey man, the name’s Argyle excited to see what kinda weed you got out here,” Jonathan’s cute friend that follows him in was not what you expected as he clasps his hands together rubbing his palms excitedly stepping through the threshold.

Chestnut hair longer than Eddie’s sways as he walks in, the top of it hidden by a flipped bill green cap. Its smooth texture makes your hand twitch, you’re almost positive it’d feel like silk against your fingertips. A big dopey smile graces his full pink tinged lips as his already bloodshot brown eyes meet yours when he finally turns to see you in the hallway.

All the loud colors and clashing designs on his clothes makes the corners of your mouth tug up. Curiosity piqued, you throw him a more flirtatious wave, fluttering your lashes for good measure.

Eddie rolls his eyes from behind him catching onto your antics, but Argyle looks like he’s been turned to stone, frozen in place as he takes in your barely covered frame. Leaning a shoulder against the wall you watch his eyes trail up the uncovered expanse of your legs till he hits the frayed ends of your jean shorts, your spaghetti strap tank top gives him the perfect view of the curve of your breasts barely hidden beneath the thin fabric. Sweat beading off your heat kissed skin.

Clearing his throat he shakes his head when he feels his jaw go slack, glancing worriedly at Eddie who’s already too busy rummaging around the living room looking for his trusty metal lunch box.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just my partner in crime,” waving a dismissive ringed hand in your direction as he digs behind the couch Jonathan just got settled on, Argyle’s face falls slightly at the nickname.

That still didn’t stop him from watching you push yourself off the wall and walk to the kitchen island, sitting yourself on the cleared spot on top. Legs moving to the beat of the music still bleeding out from the speakers in Eddie’s room, you knew he was completely transfixed on you as he rocked back on his heels.

“Got it boys!” cheering himself on loudly, it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Only you would lose your lunch box full of drugs Munson,” winking at Argyle after you roast your best friend, his smile turns shy when he looks away.

“Bold of you to insult me when you smoke for free,” squinting with threatening eyes, he flips the lid open, the metal connecting with the wood of the coffee table in a loud clunk.

Sticking your tongue out at him he scoffs before turning his attention towards Jonathan pulling out two different bags of the new strains Rick had just supplied him with.

Argyle watches you both with confused eyes, unsure what to think of your banter as he feels the shift in your stare. The heat of it makes all the blood rush to his cheeks when he dares to meet it. Waving him over, you remind him to actually finish walking in. Eyes going wide at the realization, he looks down as he walks over to stand in the space right next to you.

Leaning his back against the formica countertop, your knee brushes the side of his arm with every small kick of your dancing feet. He smells like the kind of weed that makes you feel bad for whatever Eddie’s about to sell them and a hint of an earthy toned cologne. Dark eyes lifting up to yours, his breath catches in his throat when you meet his gaze instantly.

“Sooo, how’s it going?” purposely nudging him this time, you get a smile to finally break across his nervous face.

“It’s uhh- it’s good, Jonathan’s mom is super nice. Her cooking is shmackin,” giggling a little, he told himself it was because of the lingering effects of the weed they smoked on the way here, not because of the way you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you listened.

“Oh yeah, dinner at Joyce’s is always a hit. She really is the sweetest,” eyes crinkling in the corners when you grin at him, he was even cuter this close.

“How long are you visiting?” resting your chin on your shoulder when you look up at him, the height difference is still noticeable despite your advantage. His cheeks turn bubble gum pink at your flirty questioning.

“Just for a few weeks, I don’t want to put them out too much you know? She’s got a full house over there with everyone back,” you catch a hint of sadness in his mellow voice. He missed his best friend, that was more than evident. The thought of only seeing Eddie a few weeks out of the year sounded miserable.

“So you and Jonathan huh? How’d that even happen?” The difference in their personalities was astounding, but even you had to admit that Byers came back from California a little more relaxed. Meeting Argyle you’re starting to figure out why.

“Ahh yeah, dudes was like having a total meltdown at school one day about some stuff with Nancy, I felt bad you know, he looked like someone kicked his dog.” Glancing over at his friend he laughs at the memory.

“So I just showed him the ways of Purple Palm Tree delight and the rest was history.” Smirking proudly when he looks at you, his eyes briefly drift towards your lips curled up into their own grin.

“Finally! Someone got Byers to chill out!” Your praise is loud enough to get a side eye from Jonathan and a laugh from his cute friend.

“It’s super nice of you to come all this way to visit Argyle, I hope you make the most of your time here,” sweetness drips from your words making his eyes grow as big as saucers when he catches the slight invitation hidden inside them.

Jonathan finally speaks loud enough for the whole room to hear, snapping your attention away from the pretty stoner boy.

“Are you guys going to the party at Rick’s tonight?” shoving the bag of weed he just bought in his back pocket, his beady eyes dart between you and Eddie.

Argyle’s still in his own world and Eddie’s got a front row seat to his completely smitten gaze dead set on your face. Despite being annoyed with you all afternoon, you’d always been a good wingman when he needed it. Lips pulling up in a mischievous smirk he wiggles his eyebrows at you before answering.

“We are!”flipping the lid to his lunch box shut with obnoxious force, you’re truly shocked he hasn’t broken it yet with his need for dramatic flair.

The sound of metal clanking loudly snaps Argyle out of whatever lovesick daze you already had him in from just from batting your lashes and showing a little interest. His eyes connect with Eddie's, a sheepish look taking over his face from being caught openly gawking.

“We are? what part-“ Eddie glares at you before cutting you off.

“The party I was literally just telling you about before they got here,” he looks pointedly at the boy shuffling his feet next to you.

Argyle’s eyes stay fixated on the dirty carpeted floor doing his best not to stare, completely oblivious to the way Eddie was trying to help him out, not scold him.

Glancing over at the cowering boy, it’s like a light bulb flashes on top of your head when you realize Eddie was trying to help you get laid.

“Ohhh that party! Sorry, stoner memory you know?” bumping your shoulder with his, your lips twist up in a grin when the chocolate of his eyes meet yours, “Totally going”

The look on Argyle’s face is hard to read as a mixture of excitement and fear cross over his features at the same time. Shifting uneasily, he keeps looking at Eddie from the corner of his eye but he can’t stop the smile that slowly spreads across his soft lips, big pearly whites flashing at you.

“C-cool, I’ll totally see you there,” coughing as he scratches the back of his neck before quickly turning his attention to Eddie, “And uhh- you too man, I’ll uh see you there too!” the last part comes out loud enough to be a yell, his nerves making his voice shake.

“Uhhh, yeah man. For sure,” Eddie’s tone is laced with confusion, eyebrows raised in question as he looks at Argyle like he’s growing a second head.

Jonathan looks at his friend with wide eyes, his cheeks turning rosy from embarrassment from his outburst. Shaking his head, he stands up with a pat on his thighs - giving the universal gesture for ‘it’s time to go’

“Alright, well this got awkward. I think we’re gonna head out, we’ll see you guys tonight,” beckoning his friend to follow him towards the front door, he steals one last look at you before almost tripping over his own feet following Jonathan, flashing you a lopsided grin.

Shutting the door behind them Eddie turns to you with a smirk that you want to smack off his face.

“Look if that’s what you’re into -“ you throw a stray Readers Digest at Eddie before he has a chance to finish teasing you.

“Oh? Would you like him more in a pleated skirt waving some Pom Pom’s for Jason and his goons?” jumping off the counter you go for the jugular, your smirk growing when you get the same hard glare from earlier in his room.

“Listen, Caspian likes who he likes. I’m just the guy behind the wheel,” hands raised in mock defense, you snort rolling your eyes walking away with crossed arms.

“Eddie, your dick isn’t the Prince of fucking Narnia,” his boisterous laugh booms over the music and your glad he can’t see the way your lips twitch up at his antics, butterflies making their way inside your stomach at the thought of seeing Argyle’s goofy smile again again.

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You’ve always hated parties, especially Reefer Rick parties. Messy and way too loud, it wasn’t just the usual crowd at Harrington's, dodging leering stares around every corner, you cling to Eddie’s arm as a deterrent.

“I don’t know what you were thinking wearing that skirt to Rick’s,” laughing at the permanent look of disgust that was stuck on your face as the two of you weave through the crowd, you turn your head up to stick your tongue out.

“You’re gonna give that poor kid a heart attack,” Eddie shakes his head when he sees the Cheshire smile that takes over your face as you approach the makeshift drink station, “Death by bone - Byers!”

Eddie’s outburst makes you jump when your eyes meet Argyle’s from over the keg on the dining room table, the stoned grin on his face faltering when he sees your arm wrapped tightly around Eddie’s. Big brown eyes only grow bigger when he gets a glimpse of the expanse of your legs and another thin tank top covering your chest like earlier, leaving little for his imagination.

The rosy color comes back to his cheeks when you let go of Eddie as you approach with a smile that seemed to be reserved just for him pretty on your glossed lips.

“Hey Argyle,” breathy and smitten, your own cheeks heat up when the corner of his mouth turns up, lopsided just how you like.

“Hey - wow, you look - wow - yeah you look gorgeful,” stumbling over his words, Jonathan looks exasperated with his best friend already, “I mean gorgeous, err — um beautiful.”

Jonathan raises his eyebrows in a greeting at you before taking a sip from his red solo cup, doing his best to ignore the stuttering mess next to him as he greets Eddie with their dude shake.

Argyle catches Eddie’s passive stare and it only seems to make him more nervous.

“Hey man, you look, you look uhh great too!” stammering a little less, his voice raises a few octaves borderline yelling just like in the living room earlier.

“Careful Argyle, keep smooth talking me like this and I’m gonna think you want me and not my friend here,” Eddie winks with a dimpled grin spread wide across his face before he scopes out the scene of the party. Zeroing in on a home base on the couch in the living room that sat miraculously unoccupied.

“Think I’m gonna post up, you know what they say ‘When in Rome’,” he gestures with his head to the spot to Jonathan, “Wanna join? I got a joint with our name on it.”

“Isn’t Rick gonna get pissed at you for selling at his house?” finally tearing your eyes away from Argyle who’s openly gaping at Eddie, you look up at your best friend.

“Pffft, please. It’s not like he’s not going to see the fruits of my labor, it’s fine, trust me. He’s probably already plastered and passed out on his waterbed anyway,” shrugging off your concern he looks at Jonathan expectantly.

“You good with that buddy?” clapping a hand on his friend's back, Argyle’s brown eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie, repeating the words “my friend” like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“Yeah, he’ll protect me from all the creeps won’t you,” grabbing his hand, the heat of his palm is an instant comfort against yours. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you look up at him from under your lashes. His cheeks turn the color of cherry blossoms when he finally meets your stare, squeezing your hand gently, he looks back at the two boys finding his nerve.

“Yeah I’ll protect this pretty little princess with my life man,” saluting your best friend, Eddie raises his eyebrows seemingly unimpressed before turning back to Jonathan.

“Ready?” ignoring Argyle’s pledge you snort at Eddie’s casual bitchiness.

“Yeah, let's go. Look, be cool man, don’t take anything anyone here offers you, got it? I’m not taking care of you again like that time you ate the mushrooms you found in the woods,” Jonathan looks a lot like the guy you’d always known talking to his friend like he would his little brother with a finger pointed in Argyle’s face.

“There'll be no mushroom consumption on my watch, Byers,” mocking Argyle’s salute, your antics earn an eye roll from Eddie knowing damn well if the offer was given to both of you, you’d fold.

“Alright! You kiddos, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Eddie grabs Jonathan by the shoulders aggressive enough to have his beer slosh over the lid and you were almost positive that annoyed scowl would be stuck on his face all night.

Watching them till they both got lost in the crowd of bodies, you and Argyle finally dare to face each other. The air between you thickening now that you were alone, and he was still very much holding your hand.

“Do-“

“How-“

It was like a cheap rom com the way you both went to talk at the same time, cheeks heating up as you both look at the ground, a new shyness taking over. Squeezing his hand you encourage him.

“You first,” soft and sweet, you swear you his pupils dilate from the way you look at him.

Argyle gets the same expression on his face Eddie does when he’s forced to talk to Chrissy when she comes to buy weed for her friends. He was silently hyping himself up. Straightening his shoulders he clears his throat before the smile that made your stomach do flips graces his kissable lips.

“Can I get the pretty lady a beveregino?”

A stumbling drunk someone knocks into you before you have a chance to give an answer. Flying into his chest he lets go of your hand to grab at your hips, helping you regain your balance. The slurred apology falls on deaf ears when you and Argyle lock eyes from this close, chest to chest his fingers dig into you just enough to notice.

“I’m not much of a drinker, more of a stoner. Wanna go by the lake? I stole a joint from Eddie before we left,” grinning with pride at your sticky fingers, his lips twitch up, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Woman after my own heart, hell yeah! Let's blow this popsicle stand,” turning you around he keeps his hands on your hips, lips coming close to your ear from behind, “Lead the way my weed smoking goddess”

Goosebumps rise, dancing across your skin at the feeling of his warm breath fanning down your neck as you lead him through the crowd. His hands never leave their spot from your hips, their grip tightening as you get closer to the sliding glass door that takes you out to Rick’s backyard.

Stepping onto the wooden deck he finally lets you go, there’s just a few stragglers outside smoking cigarettes too lost in their own conversation to notice the two of you. The air has lost most of its humidity, leaving the night in a post heatwave glow. The stars gleam bright next to the moon in the clear night sky, reflecting off the water it lights your way as you walk hand in hand down to the lake. Stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye the whole way down, you catch him doing the same thing, both of you giggling every time your eyes meet.

Finding a place nestled next to Rick’s boat house, you were far enough from the party for the loud music and constant chattering to seem like a faint noise in the background. The laps of the water hitting the shore take center stage as you curl your legs under your thighs when you sit like the princess he claimed you to be on the plush grass.

His knee brushes yours when he plops down Indian style next to you, his curious eyes follow yours as you look down at your exposed cleavage. Digging into your bra you pull a perfectly rolled joint with a smug smirk on your face, twirling it around in your dainty fingers he can’t help but throw his head back and laugh.

“I thought chicks only did that in movies, that’s some secret spy shit,.” the smile he gives you makes you want to squirm, “Crafty and beautiful.”

Not used to the kind of confidence he was giving you alone like this, you bite your lip to try and hide your smile as you tuck your hair behind your ears.

“Please, Eddie’s just oblivious,” scoffing, your face feels like the hottest part of the day from words that were sweeter than the ice cream cone you had earlier at Benny’s.

“I think it’s a little bit of both,” winking as he leans back, eyes watching you the way every woman dreams of as you search for a lighter.

“I think Eddie still has the lighter,” the cute pout that pulls at your bottom lip has his fingers twitching.

Holding up his index finger he starts digging through his multicolored jogger pockets.

“No need to worry, I’ve got us covered beautiful,” pulling out a bright yellow Surfer Boy Pizza one, he hands it to you with a lazy lopsided grin.

“My hero,” leaning forward as you snatch it, you dare to press a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of your gratitude.

His eyes go wide enough to see the whites behind them and that perfect kind of smile that pushes against his cheeks is almost brighter than the moon hanging in the sky.

Scooting closer when you flick the lighter, the breeze that washes over the lake has other plans when it keeps snuffing the flame out. After the third failed attempt Argyle scoots closer, shoulders and thighs touching his big hands cover yours as a shield.

“Thank you,” daring to look at him from this close, his eyes meet yours almost instantly, catching the way they flutter down to your lips and how he has to wet his own after.

Tearing your gaze away, you focus on lighting the joint, the flame catching almost instantly with his help. Twirling it around so it burns even, he lets his hands fall at the same time as you. The palm of yours landing on the top of his, your eyes meeting again as you hollow out your cheeks taking the first hit. He just smirks, not moving an inch, the heat of his body is warm against your skin from this close.

The silence is comfortable as the two of you pass the joint back and forth for a while, fingers brushing purposefully with every hand off. Leaning completely against each other with pinkies hooked between you, he’s the one that breaks the silence when you hit the middle of the joint.

“So have you lived here your whole life?” plucking at the grass next to him he looks up at you with soft eyes as you finish filling your lungs.

“Yep, pretty much. My parents lived in Indianapolis till I was three then moved here for a quieter life,” snorting at the cliche of it, you pass him the joint, “What about you? Always been in California?”

“Yeah, it’s just me and my mom. She’s like the best ever though, so, you know I don’t really need anyone else but her,” taking a big hit of the joint so he didn’t have to elaborate further, you changed the subject.

“Would you ever leave? Like, move somewhere else?” it’s your turn to pick at the grass, the nerves of getting to know a boy getting the best of you.

“What? Like here?” smirking at you when he hands you the joint, your cheeks heat up at what he’s implying.

“No! Don’t move to Hawkins, there’s nothing here,” smiling around the end of the joint you take a hit to distract yourself from his playful stare.

“I don’t know, it seems pretty cool to me so far,” you don’t miss the way his pinky squeezes yours after the sentence leaves his mouth, eyes looking at you pointedly daring you to catch on.

“You wouldn’t survive the winters, I’m sure of it,” looking at him from under the hood of your lashes, your teeth tug at your bottom lip barely hiding your smile when you hand him back the joint.

“What about you? Do you wanna move?” his eyes glaze over when he takes his hit starting to reach the end of it, your bodies buzzing with the high and the excitement of a new crush.

“More than anything, Community College is just really cheap out here and I don’t know what I want to do yet, so the plan is to move anywhere that's not here after I figure that out,” sighing at the thought of finally leaving Hawkins you meet his gaze when you feel the chocolate of his eyes on you.

“I’m going to Community College too! And I also don’t know what I’m doing! Look at us two peas in a pod man,” he’s loud with excitement sending you into a fit of giggles and you lean even deeper into his side as he hands you the joint.

“Just need Eddie hurry it up, he finally graduated but he still has to take two summer school classes. We’re supposed to do this college thing together,” he catches the small frustrated pout you try to hide.

It’s quiet for a minute, the elephant in the room coming back as the sound of the water and crickets fill your ears.

“So you and Eddie like never..?” not bold enough to meet your side eye after the question leaves his mouth, you smirk as you take another rip. Exhaling slowly before handing it back to him.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids so naturally, we tried kissing once. It happened the summer before Junior year,” sticking your tongue out like there was a bad taste in your mouth, the memory makes you shudder, “Too weird, we’re too close.”

Argyle just nods trying to keep his poker face as he takes a hit when he hears that Eddie has actually kissed you before, but you catch on quick.

“Besides, despite the metal appearance,” leaning closer like you were about to indulge in a secret you whisper, “He likes cheerleaders.”

Earning a snort from him the smoke of his inhale flows freely out his nose and mouth as he chuckles at your antics.

“And I like pizza delivery boys, especially cute ones from California,” the weed settles enough to make you feel bold and you watch him freeze at your flirty words.

He slowly meets your gaze, bloodshot eyes scanning your face for any trace of humor but he’s only met with the hungry look in yours staring at his lips, and he swears your brows furrow with want when your tongue glides across wetting your bottom lip.

“Yeah?” his voice cracks when he puts out the remainder of the joint into the ground, angling his body more towards yours.

Nodding, you squeeze your hooked pinky with his silently begging him to give you what you want.

Taking your cue, he leans forward close enough for your noses to touch, the hesitation to fully commit has your lips brushing feather light against his. You can taste the last of the joint as you breath each other in, grabbing a fist full of his shirt when you’ve finally had enough, you close the gap with a satisfied hum when they mold instantly with yours.

It feels like the Fourth of July behind your closed lids, still a month away but the fireworks you swear you feel blur your vision when you lose yourself in him. Begging for more when your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, he groans low when he gives you everything you want. Tongues and teeth clash together desperate like years of pining finally come to an end despite it being less than a day, maybe it was the weed or maybe it was him, but it feels like it’s everything you want and more.

The initial intensity dwindles as you start to move lazy and slow against each other. Taking his time, he savors every giggle and gasp he pulls from you. Your hands find their way into his long hair, it’s even softer than you imagined when your fingers run through it. His hat falls off when you give it a gentle tug at the base of his neck.

Working up enough courage to pull you on his lap, he swallows your moan when you feel the bulge in his pants. The lace panties you wore just for him and the thin material of his joggers is the only thing between you and what’s underneath. Your skirt sits bunched up at your hips with his hands and you can’t help it when you rock against him, feeling every inch of him against your clit.

Pulling you down closer, his lips take a break from yours to make their way over your jaw and down the curve of your neck. Nipping and sucking against all the sweet spots that sit nestled just behind your ear. A high pitched whine escapes you when he applies just the right amount of pressure with his teeth, smiling against your skin, his nose nudges against your earlobe, a soft “Yeah?” sending your nerves down your spine.

His hands make their way to your thighs squeezing at the soft fat before his fingertips drag their way across the expanse of them finding their new home at the curve of your ass. Toying with the sides of your underwear you collect his lips again with your fingers holding onto his chin.

Rocking with a little more force when your tongues meet again, his hands grip you harder making you bite his lip in response.

“You- you can touch me,” your voice is quiet when you dare to say the words out loud, his lips stopping abruptly against yours.

“A-are you sure?” his eyes look black even in the moonlight when they meet yours from over the bridge of your nose.

Nodding against him, you encourage his hand as your lips meet his again, pulling your panties to the side he groans loud into your mouth when he’s met with your slick folds coating his fingertips.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re real,” staring up at you, he’s mesmerized at the way you shudder when the pads of his long fingers rub circles on your clit.

Mewling when he lets the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance, you dig your nails into his broad shoulders when he finally pushes one in, your velvet walls gripping him hard, pulling him deeper. His hips jut up at the sensation only adding to how good it all feels.

“G- god Argyle don’t - don’t stop please,” your demand comes out as a whine when he adds a second finger, curving them slightly brushing that spongy spot inside of you.

“I like that, I like when you say my name like that,” the pad of his thumb meets your bundle of nerves as you start to shamelessly ride his hand, the need to cum taking over all the bashfulness from before.

“Yeah?”

Nodding against the side of your face he nips at your jaw before taking your lips, the strokes of his fingers becoming more deliberate.

He manages to say, “Do it again” between kisses as he curves his fingers once more, getting him exactly what he asked for.

Kisses turn sloppy as you get closer to your release, your hands leave their place on his shoulders to dig at the roots at the nape of his neck, tugging the way that earned you a moan the last time.

He increases the speed of his fingers, the sound of how wet you are is loud enough to be embarrassing but it only makes him twitch inside his pants as he thrusts up, your mouth falling open against his.

“I’m gonna - god - I’m gonna cum,” pulling his hair hard enough it should hurt, he only pushes himself deeper in response, the new intensity sending you over the edge.

“Yeah? Good, come on let me feel it,” his voice is hardly recognizable the moment those words come out of your mouth. Deep and thick with want, it has your thighs shaking as you drench his fingers, face buried in the crook of his neck you let your orgasm wash over you like a storm.

“Jesus, you look like an angel right now,” his voice comes out like a whisper, almost like he’s saying it to himself.

His hips stop their movements as his fingers slow their pace when he feels your body start to calm down, pulling them out despite the fight of your walls they keep fluttering around nothing from the aftershock.

Your gasp is quiet against his skin when you don’t feel so full anymore. You’re too stoned and too tired to open your eyes when you hear the sound of him sucking his fingers clean.

“You’re sweeter than fucking pineapple, I swear,” chuckling at his own revelation your lips tug up into a smirk finally having the strength to meet his gaze.

“You like pineapple?” you had no idea the question would elicit such a strong response until his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Do I like pineapple? Do I like -“ Jonathan’s panicked voice rings out over the lake interrupting the out of body experience Argyle was about to have about fruit.

“Come on guys, Rick kicked Eddie out for selling at his party!”

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The rain poured out of the sky as the windshield wipers beat against the tune coming from the radio. The announcer had called the song “Bye Bye Blackbird” and it sounded like it was coming right from a phonograph, rather than the state of the art audio system that was in the limo. Fizz sighed as he stared out the window at the bright lights and apartment buildings. “ . . . We’ve arrived at the penthouse. Aren’t you going in?” One of the hellhounds said from the front. They had been parked outside for a minute and Fizz had made no signs of leaving.

He sighed again, “Yeah . . . I am.”

The elevator rose higher and higher, and Fizz couldn’t help feeling nervous. More than anything, he wanted to see Ozzie; just cuddle him in their big bed together and forget this night ever happened, but he knew there were questions he’d need to answer first . . . and Oz might tell him to go sleep somewhere else, after. Maybe permanently . . .

Ozzie turned around to see the glass elevator arrive, Fizzarolli inside, looking down, “Fizzy! You’re back! What took you so long, babe? Why did you stop answering my texts? Are you hurt anywhere?” Fizz let him inspect his arms, legs and body. Ever since the incident, he’d gotten even more overprotective of him.

“Hi, Asmodeus . . . I’m fine.” Fizz said, looking away from him.

“Oh, sh*t. Something serious happen?” Oz turned his chin to look him in the eyes.

Fizz couldn’t help it, he started crying, “I-I f**ked up, Ozzy. . . I f**ked up bad. Please don’t hate me.”

Well, that was concerning, but he was home safe and whatever it was, he clearly already regretted it. Asmodeus sighed, and scooped him up into his arms, a relieved and empathetic look on his face, “I could never hate you, Fizzy frog, come here. It’s late and we should both get some sleep.”

Once in their room with the door closed, Ozzy set Fizz down on the bed. He grabbed some tissues, and knelt on the floor, and holding Fizz’s face, dabbed the tears and snot off. Fizz leaned into the giant blue hand, and kissed it, looking up at Oz shyly.

“I need to tell you what happened. And it’s okay if you want to kick me out after. I-I’d understand.” Fizz sniffled.

“D*mn girl, what has got you this upset?” Ozzy said, sitting on the bed next to him.

“You know h-how, when we started dating . . . we agreed this was an open relationship, mostly so you could keep up appearances of being the great ‘Lord of Lust’, big daddy to many, not just me, right?” Fizz started.

“. . . Uh-huh.” Ozzy did not like where this was going.

“And I told you that I never expected you to have romantic feelings for me, like at all, let alone a monogamous relationship, so I was fine sharing you with however many people it took, as long as we were together.” He fidgeted with his hoodie.

“Uh-huh.” Oz tried his best to keep a neutral face.

“And I also said that while I appreciated the permission to go fooling around if I wanted, I didn’t really need it, because no one could satisfy me the way you could anyway, right. You remember that?” Fizz peaked up at Ozzy.

Asmodeus, trying to hold back tears, squeaked, “ . . . Uh-huh. . .”

“Ozzy . . . are you okay?” Fizz put a mechanical hand on his knee.

Oz burst into tears, “You’re leaving me aren’t you?!” He sobbed.

Fizz was taken aback, “What?! NO! F**k no! Never!”

“I sent you off on a date to get the press off our backs, and you met someone you can love publicly, and now you’re leaving me!!!” Oz put his face in his hands.

Fizz jumped up on his back, putting his arms around his shoulders, “Awe, Oz. You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve told you; I don’t mind keeping us a secret, really! It’s kind of hot, actually.” Fizz snickered.

Ozzy sniffled, and looked over at him, “Then . . . what happened? You saying you got dirty with someone?”

Fizz jumped off and landed in the middle of the bed, “No! Well, sort of. Just a makeout sesh! A really. . . really, erotic make out sesh. It was all so sudden! I didn’t know what to do!” He sighed, “Still, I should’ve talked to you about it first. You text me before getting frisky with other demons. At the very least, I should have done the same, if not more. . . I’m sorry.”

There was a pause, and then to his extreme surprise, Asmodeus giggled, “Are you . . . laughing?”

Ozzy laughed heartily, then took a breath to say, “This is the serious news you had to tell me?”

Fizz blushed a bit, confused, “Well, yeah, I mean- I kinda cheated on you. And even if the relationship is open, I didn’t communicate and-”

He was interrupted by Asmodeus laying down, and placing Fizz on his chest, “Well, yes. And maybe I should be mad, but honestly, I’m relieved that it wasn’t something worse. Plus, I thought you’d started seeing other people ages ago.”

Fizz sat up on his chest, “Wait, what?! What the f**k gave you that idea?”

Ozzy smiled, “When you said no one else could satisfy you, I just thought it was a line to get me into bed with you. Which did work, as I recall.”

“Yeah, I remember. That was the night we tried ********* ***** ***** **** for the first time.” Fizz smiled wistfully, “Those were good times . . .”

Ozzy chuckled, “Right, and I’ve seen you flirt with some of the succubi here, as well as the dancers and security at the club. . .”

“That was just for show! To throw people off our scent!” Fizz defended.

“Yes well, I figured you were getting nasty with them in your down time, both for press and for fun. We even winked at each other while you flirted around.” Ozzy shrugged.

Fizz groaned, “Because you and I were in on the secret! Not because I was about to f**k ‘em!”

“I never minded, Babe! I started doing the texting thing because it made me feel better to be totally open with you. I never wanted to make you feel like I was hiding things from you or that you were beneath me as an imp and a sin. I just did it to make sure that you knew we stood on equal ground. But I figured you not texting before you got down on someone else meant that you felt completely secure in my trust in you. It kind of made me happy actually.” Ozzy paused to giggle, “But now I know that you haven’t had s*x with anyone else? This whole time? And the first time you do anything dirty, you come home crying thinking I’ll dump you over it? It’s adorable!”

He squeezed Fizz in a hug as he started laughing again.

“Haha, right . . . So you aren’t mad? Even a little?” Fizz looked up at him.

Ozzy began taking off Fizz’s jester hat, and Fizz let him, “Not at all, babe. Though, I do feel kinda dumb for not confirming whether or not you were screwing anyone else. Could’ve saved us some trouble. I guess that’s why they say the thing about *sses and assuming.”

Fizz purred a little as Ozzy stroked his head, “It’s fine, and I’m sorry for not being more clear about my intentions from the start. I’m glad we could work this out.”

Ozzy grinned, taking Fizz off his chest so he could roll over on his stomach. He waved his legs in the air, and placed his chin in his hand, “Sooooo, who’s the lucky guy who you almost got lucky with~? Or lucky gal? Or otherwise lucky . . . hotshot?”

Fizz blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck, “Guy, and uh- Ahem. . . you remember that guy I used to hate for blowing me up? And then I told you about how he kind of saved my life, blew me up again, and saved my life again?”

“Blitzo?!” Ozzy was shook.

“Blitz, actually. And it's a long story." Fizz looked down, blushing.

"Oooo~ do tell." Asmodeus scooched a little closer.

Fizz snickered, "Okay, okay. So . . ."

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All relationships are different, be they monogamous or otherwise, and I am no expert on the subject. So don’t use this as a reference point for anyone else’s relationship. All I did was listen to a podcast, that was the extent of my research, so I do apologize if I misrepresented anyone in any way. Some people may not like them in the hierarchical polyamorous relationship that I’ve put them in. And that’s okay; you can disagree. This is the only time it came up in the story anyway, so I hope it doesn't deter you from reading it. Thanks <3

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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There’s got to be someone back home who helps Amilia right? She’s not entirely alone?

-> Teams Of Endermeant // Jake Seresin

Running Interference // Jake Seresin

She has an Inez Bayliss. Her Flatmate.

Jake definitely goes to one of Amilia’s Saturday Afternoon Rugby League Games and he definitely feels out of place. He doesn’t understand what’s going on half the time, majority—if not all the women surrounding him could take him out with the snap of a finger and his heart definitely sinks into the pit of his stomach when Amilia takes a particularly hard tackle.

“Ah—it’ll buff out.” Inez, Amilias flatmate, just shrugged and nudged the worried 6ft Flyboy sitting in the camp chair beside her. She knows he feels out of place, a little lost and in the whirlwind culture shock. She also isn’t all that inclined to help him assimilate. She watched Amilia almost crumple in on herself like a black hole because of Jake. She watched her friend nearly lose herself completely and now she was watching Amilia fall for the same guy who broke her heart like a dog who liked to be kicked. She wasn’t about to let that happen. Inez Bayliss was not about to let her friend fall back in love with this American lunatic who showed up out of the blue like she would in some poorly written fanfiction. “Hit ‘em where it hurts Oz! Go for a run babe!”

Jake was trying his best to fix what he knew was broken. He knew it was going to take a lot to earn Amilias trust again, especially after the whole ‘You showed me just how fucking easy it was to forget about me.’ Argument that ended with something that rivaled a hate fuck.

Inez found Jake in Amilias bed the next morning—it wasn’t pretty.

“So like—Why aren’t any of them wearing any protection?” Jake knew that Amilia was wearing a mouthguard, in terms of ‘protection’ that’s as far as anyone really took it. “It’s a contact sport?” Inez was pretty content sitting on the sideline, she tore her hamstring a few weeks back and was benched for the rest of the season. What she wasn’t content with was playing babysitter.

“Because it’s Australian Rugby League?” Inez replied with a frown. “The most you’ll ever get is a headguard but you won’t ever see someone run out full head to two decked out in all that crap you Yanks wear.” Jake nodded and tried to commit the fact that he probably wasn’t Inez’s favourite person on planet earth to memory as he watched with his jaw unhinged as Amilia, the inside centre, made a play—she had broken through and taken off towards the try line like the devil was chasing after her.

He was.

“Go you good thing!” Inez jumped out of her chair, raising the Great Northern beer can in her hand. “Run Chook! RUN!” Jake was quick to follow, he rose to his feet and cheered and shouted and even turned to pick Inez up in excitement and celebration when Amilia dove over the line, sliding on her stomach into the grass before he jumped up to celebrate with her team. It was truly a sight.

Inez hasn’t seen Amilias true happiness shine through in months. That spark was just about to ignite into a flame before Jake showed up.

It sent the crowd into a frenzy as the halftime buzzer sounded and Amilia came jogging back to the sideline where Jake was waiting for her. She beamed at him as she ran straight to him, like being in his presence was her home.

“You were holding out on me whenever we played dogfight football.” Jake took Amilia in for all she was worth. She was dirty and sweaty and looked too beautiful to ever want to let go again. The Australian heat had done her justice.

“Didn’t play rugby then.” Is all Amilia replied with as she took her mouthguard out and took the powerade Inez offered her. “Picked it up just after you got hitched—“ Things weren’t great and Jake wasn’t off the hook, but the way Amilia tapped his chest with her open palm before she let Jake wrap her up under his arm made him believe she was letting her guard down a little. She was letting him in again.

She was.

“You look pretty good out there Fisher.” Jake cooed as he pulled back and let Amilia squeeze the blue powerade into her mouth. “That girl with the orange hair hit you hard just before.”

“You watching me Seresin?” There was a glint in Amilias eye, Jake didn’t know what to think but he swore she was flirting with him?

“Only reason I’m here.” Before Amilia could keep the moment alive, her name was being called from the distance.

“Amilia!” It’s a deep, low, damn near baritone voice that’s drawing all Amilias attention away from Jake and over to her team that’s ready to go over a few plays. “Get over here!” She goes off without another word but looks over her shoulder to see if Jake was checking her out.

He most certainly was.

“You know, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than you flying out to grovel for her to come around.” Inez caught Jake's attention as she handed him a beer. He took it without hesitation. “She built a sarcophagus around her heart the day she found out you got married, mate, so just be thankful she's taking it out on these bitches and not on you.”

Jake just watched as Amilia talks with her team, their discussing strategies for the second half and sucking on a few oranges. He can’t help but to think that if he couldn’t fix this he’d never be the same again. Jake needed to call you—he needed advice, he needed his best friend.

“Did she ever talk to anyone?” It was a heavy question to ask at a local community footy match, but regardless Inez answered with sincerity as she sized Jake up.

“Listen Flyboy, you ain’t shitin my book.” She started as she sat back down to watch the second half of the game. The team had switched sides, Amilia was right in front of them. “But when someone’s heart is overloaded with pain? They don’t cry, they just go silent and turn to whatever outlet they can to try and help em through it.”

Reality set it real quick for Jake. Amilia wasn’t doing this for the love of the game. She’d done it to hurt herself. To feel something.

“She started playing rugby league, because of my marriage—“ Inez nodded along and popped the P on her small but audible ‘yep’

“She couldn’t hit you or your fucking wife from half way across the world could she?” Inez chuckled as she took a sip of her beer, basking in the sun of the mid afternoon. “And then you showed up out of the blue saying you got annulled and want her back and that you love her—“ Inez wasn’t making it hard for Jake to read between the lines, she was spelling it out for him on a kindergarten level.

He wasn’t liked and he wasn’t forgiven.

“For the record, I never stopped loving her, shit just got complicated real quick.” Jake had only met Inez once before and that interaction had gone exactly like this one. She was in Amilias corner with her whole ass heart. To get to her? Jake had to go through Inez first and that was going to be a real challenge.

“Complicated enough for you to marry someone else while she waisted away on the couch like some kicked puppy you tossed out on the street?” The argument was getting heated and heated quickly. Jake tore his attention away from the game as he frowned at Inez.

“Listen I don’t know what your problem is—“

“You’re my fucking problem mate!”

“I don’t know what I need to do to prove to you I’m all in with her!”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe not go out and marry someone the literal day after you told Amilia you still loved her!!” Jake didn’t know Inez knew, but she did. The look smeared across Jake's face told her everything she needed to know. “Yeah—I carried her upstairs on my fucking back that night because she was distraught.” Jake squared his shoulders as Inez shoved at his chest. He didn’t falter. “All you showed her was just how not good enough she was for you, and now that you’re here? I’m afraid she’s gonna let you ruin her again and I can’t pull her out of that hole again, this times on you mate but if she falls for the same bullshit you fed her a second time? Oh brother, am I gonna have the rehab centre on speed dial.”

“I’m not going to break her heart again—“

Jake said it through a clenched jaw and a thick accent that made Inez want to gag. “I need her.”

“But she doesn’t need you.”

“Oh!” Jake and Inez had been too busy arguing back and forth to witness the stunning collision between Amilia and another woman on the other team. As Jake turned to see what all the commotion was about he saw Amilia cupping at her face as she took a knee.

“Fuck that can’t be good—“ Inez cringed.

“Oh my god is she bleeding?” Bleeding Amilia was, she’d collided and collided hard with the scrum half and knocked her head. Her nose was cut and had begun to bleed furiously. It looked a hell of a lot worse than it really was.

“She’ll be right, Jackos going in.” Inez and Jake watched as the league’s safety rep in the yellow jersey ran out onto the field as Amilia jogged closer, cupping her nose to try and stop the blood from dripping into her mouth and down her chin.

Jake didn’t like the way he cupped her cheeks to check the damage done. He didn’t like the way this Jacko guy tilted Amilias head back so she could look up at him. He didn’t like the way he got so close to her face he could have been going in for a kiss if she wasn’t bleeding. He didn’t like the way Amilia laughed so genuinely at something he must’ve said and he didn’t like the way his hands lingered an awful lot longer on Amilias face than they really should have.

“Who’s that guy?” It was a feeling Jake hadn’t experienced in a hell of a long time. Jealousy.

“That, is Jackson Stewart, the safety rep.” Inez explained through a wicked grin, she loved this. She watched with glee as the jealousy inside Jake Seresin began to bubble over. He wanted Amilia back so bad he was just gonna have to put in the work. “He’s also her ex—“

Jake’s heart sank into his stomach as he watched Amilia nod at some Jack had said. She was bloodied and needed tape. But she looked over Jack's shoulder to where Jake was standing and smiled softly his way. It was so fake even Jake could tell it had been forced.

“Her who?”

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#terms of endearment// jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x oc #terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin fic #jake hangman imagine

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pinkandpurple360 · 5 months

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also you’re so right about ozzie not having anyone to interact with beside fizz (and i guess mammon and stolas, but even those conversations are centered on fizz). an iconic demon king deserves more than to be a satellite love interest! someone give this man new friends/love interests/ocs/selfships/whatever fast to develop him!!!

I must agree! He’s a demon Lord with a ton of fascinating lore and thousands of years of history. Give him some family, acquaintances, exes, some enemies, some best friends. People who he has a history with. And why is he called by the saddest title I’ve ever heard “The Eternal Bachelor”? That is tragic

Him and stolas have clearly known each other since before either imp was in their lives. In fact I feel like he could be like the father figure stolas never had. One of the few Goetia who is kind to him. Maybe the one who introduced him to magic. Who knows. Since he knew him by name and Paimon didn’t, and stolas looks up to him and listens to his opinion quite a lot. Even going to him for advice. Even though Oz isn’t really a fan of stolas, he steers him right. Ozzie was the one who kick started stolas’ reflection and self redemption when you think about it. And itd be interesting to see if he knows Stella Andre and via too. If he did, it was probably when he was grown, they were babies. Maybe that’s why he called him “birdy babe”? He has a real “im not mad, just disappointed” vibe.

I’m excited to see him interact with Beelzebub, since Viv said while basically all the sins hate each other, Oz and bee are actually on good terms and she’s like his sister.

Oh another thing is his phobia of fish and hatred of birds (lol)

Verosika you’re so fired

#helluva boss #Asmodeus

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aquamarine-dream-queen · 1 month

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Helluva Boss Asmodeus x Reader: He Comforts You After Work

(You go over to Asmodeus’s room and knock on the door)

Asmodeus: Huh? Oh! Come in!

(You come into his room, overworked)

Asmodeus: *notices how tired you are from a long day at work* Babe, are you okay?

Reader: Yeah, I’m just overworked.

Asmodeus: How about a massage?

Reader: Yeah, I could really use one.

Asmodeus: Alright then.

(He then gives you a massage)

Asmodeus: *humming while massaging you*

Reader: *giggles*

Asmodeus: What? I was massaging your hips, too. Maybe I’ll take you to the spa one day. Anyway, how was your day?

Reader: Oh, it’s been great.

Asmodeus: That’s good to hear.

Reader: Thanks. What about you? How was your day?

Asmodeus: Quite nice. You know how tiring being the King of Lust can be. Alright, I’m done massaging your hips. Do you need anything else?

Reader: Say what?

(Hearing what you said made Asmodeus laugh at your response)

Asmodeus: *snorts and laughs* I was just asking if you want a snack or drink.

Reader: Oh yeah. Sure.

Asmodeus: Of course. Now just make yourself comfortable. As comfortable as possible, okay?

Reader: Okay, Ozzie.

(The minute Asmodeus left his bedroom and headed off to the kitchen to make your favorite snack and drink, you climbed onto his bed to realize how soft it is. You also feel one of his feathers and also realize how soft it is)

(Asmodeus finished preparing your favorite snack and drink and brought it back to his bedroom for you)

Asmodeus: I’m back! I brought you your favorite snack and your favorite drink.

Reader: Thanks, Oz. You’re really that good at knowing what my favorite things are.

(You enjoy your snack and drink)

Asmodeus: *blushes* Oh, thanks babe. Anyway, I gotta head to work. Are you gonna be good while I’m out? You better be.

Reader: Don’t worry, Oz. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior and not trash your place while you’re away.

Asmodeus: Okay, babe. Anything for you.

Reader: Bye, Ozzie. See you later.

(You hug Asmodeus as he’s about to leave for work and he hugs you back before letting go from the hug)

Asmodeus: Alright. Buh-bye. *giggles*

(He walks off and you giggle a little bit, happy to have someone help you feel better after a long day you had)

#Helluva Boss x Reader #helluva boss #hellaverse #helluva boss asmodeus

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like-rain-or-confetti · 1 year

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Henchreader waking them up.

Ah, back again are we? Feeling an itch of Deja Vu? Last time your boss woke you up but the void ---Vannie--- reckons payback is in order. ...A bad idea you say? Tough shit. Go get that dollar dollar babe.

The Riddler: He was asleep hunched over his work desk. His face on the cold and unforgiving surface. He's a frighteningly light sleeper so you figured the usual tactic of the door opening would wake him. It did not. If that failed surely saying his name will wake him. It did not. This was unprecedented. Was he dead? You stared at his back. It moved softly up and down. Okay, so he was still breathing. You immediately wanted to cry. Working for the Riddler was brutal but waking him? That's a death wish.Yet it was also a death wish if he woke up and found out you let him sleep. He has cameras everywhere. 'Shit' You mouthed to yourself. There was no escaping this one. You scanned his surroundings for anything he might use as a weapon. You found one wrench. Okay, doable. Not the worst. You'd have to be quick. You leaned forward and quickly blew on his head. The Riddler shot up, grabbing the first thing he could see- a wrench- and you immediately covered your head and dropped to the floor."It's me!" You yelped. He looked down at the floor at the 'thud' your knees made against the wooden floor. "Oh...it's you." He grimaced. You waved frantically at him.

Scarecrow: Perhaps your boss being asleep was the most peaceful you had ever seen him. Even that didn't make sense as even asleep he lacked expression. Lips and eyes shut tightly. You had to play this carefully and furthermore right. Your hand hovered over his bare back and tapped his back. Groggily, Jonathan's eyes opened, squinting at you. "Hey boss..." You said carefully. "It's seven thirty." He groaned slightly. "I slept in.""You...slept in?" You repeated. "What time do you usually wake up-" "Five thirty. Six if I'm feeling particularly fatigued." He replied before pushing himself up. You'd never understand Jonathan Crane.

Two-Face: You drew the short straw. "Motherfucker." You grumbled. "Go ahead." One of the henchmen cackled. That led you to now. "Um...boss?" You called. You heard a groan. "What the fuck now?" He ground out. "Sorry but you said you wanted to start early? It's half eight." You explained. There was another grumble. "Who are you?" "(Y/N), sir." You replied. "Thanks kid." Harvey responded, sitting up and revealing his bare torso as he stretched. Something told you that he would have rented very different had it been someone else.

Black Mask: You swung the door open. As predicted, Roman was not alone in his bed. He rarely is. He lay in the middle of his white bed. You tried not to eye his bare chest and stomach. He's your boss! It was amusing to see how he had starfished his limbs out. On either side of him were two very naked women. The sheets covered the two, protecting their modesty and keeping them warm...or at least you hoped. You sighed. You didn't get paid enough and probably won't have a job in the next ten minutes...or a life. He could kill you for this. You cleated your throat. "Wakey wakey!" Your voice rang out. Groans rumbled in response as the three stirred. "Sorry boss, I really hate to do this but...well Cobblepot's men are crossing into our territory." You said quickly. "What the fuck did you just say?" Roman sat up and you immediately covered your eyes. "Penguin, boss. He's intruding on our territory." "That bird-brained freak!" Roman ground out, practically pushing the two women out of his way and almost out the bed all together. Both completely forgotten. If you hadn't covered your eyes, you'd have seen much more of Roman Sionis and those two women.

Penguin: Honestly? He isn't bad to wake up. You knocked on the door first and received a groan. "Oz? Boss?" You peeked your head in. Oswald had crashed on his couch, one hand behind his head, the other on his stomach, his legs crossed by the ankles. "Sorry to interrupt boss, but it's past eleven." Oswald groaned again. "Uh huh, gotta get up." He groaned to himself, sitting up. "Want some coffee?" You offered. "Yeah, that'd be great, sweetheart." Penguin muttered as he rubbed his eyes.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #penguin #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #oswald cobblepot

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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 4 months

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hey) I'm reading a bukowski (aka harry's favourite poet is I remember correctly?) poetry collection right now and I was wondering if we as a fandom knew that because I wasn't here when the album came out so I might have missed people talking about it? so I saw he has a poem called bluebird (which is already 🤔), but then I read it and and omg he's talking about a "bluebird" living inside him and him not letting this "bluebird" out because it would ruin his career!!! (I don't have the book at hand right now sorry you should read it yourself probably my memory is shit) harry would definitely connect to it, wouldn't he, see his situation with glass closet in it and maybe that's what he's referencing when talking about a bluebird?

hey babe!! yeah we have been dabbling in bukowski, or at least i have (esp in my only angel post, a song that features bukowski writing at the beginning). i know for sure that not nearly every reference has been unearthed. i don't think it's possible to get them all tbh. i'm not an avid poetry reader, but i have to admit i like bukowski's poetry from time to time. this one, bluebird, was brought to my attention after harry's house! you can read a post here but it's just us screaming into the void jhsgfd. but now that you've sent this to me and i'm bored at work i figured i'd dive a little deeper.

There's a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out but I'm too tough for him I say, stay in there, I'm not going To let anybody see you There's a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out But I pour whiskey on him and inhale Cigarette smoke And the whores and the bartenders And the grocery clerks never know that He's in there

'bluebird', unclear as to what that means to the poet. but it's soft <> tough. ～"somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly," from the wizard of oz / "if i was a bluebird, i would fly to you," daylight. strong associations with the queer identity // a desire to fly away: sott, if i could fly, matilda, etc.

this paragraph is so hs1 to me. drinking, smoking, getting high, having sex, anything to think about what's truly inside of you. then i can't help but think about fine line's "we'll get the drinks in, so i get to thinking of her" where it's the other way around.

the bluebird is also real to bukowski, he's undeniably inside of him, he doesn't try to disprove that. he just hides him by keeping up a different persona, by having a hardened outer shell. // harry and his image

'i'm too tough for him' implies that it's his own choice to keep his bluebird hidden

There's a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out but I'm too tough for him I say, Stay down, do you want to mess Me up? You want to screw up the Works? You want to blow my book sales in Europe? There's a bluebird in my heart that

the implication that if you show your true inner self, you don't sell as well. what secret about you could possibly fuck over your career? - brings the hiding of the bluebird in a new light, since this is an external motivation to change who you are

～"what if i'm down, what if i'm out? what if i'm someone you won't talk about?", falling

～"put a price on emotion, i'm looking for something to buy. you've got my devotion, but man i can hate you sometimes," fine line

～"i'm not going to get lost, i'm not going to go broke, staying cool," mfasr

Wants to get out But I'm too clever, I only let him out At night sometimes when everybody's asleep I say, I know that you're there So don't be sad Then I put him back But he's singing a little In there, I haven't quite let him die And we sleep together like that With our secret pact And it's nice enough to make a man Weep, but I don't weep, do You?

this reminds me of harry saying he feels most beautiful when he's asleep.

～"just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times"

it just fits so much of harry's art, where he pretends to be someone he's not and tries to come to terms with how people see him or how he sees himself. bukowski spent a lot of his career struggling with who he was, and same goes for harry. even though he's clearly in a more accepting era, he still battles with that split in his life - public and private.

i also think the poem's ending can be seen in a more positive light, as the poet taking control of his life and his privacy. he determines what others see of him. in this layered poem, where the poet makes it seem like he's acting of his own volition by keeping his bluebird tucked away from view, but actually lets it be known that he kind of has to, the issue of one's identity in the industry is prodded at. i think for harry, in a life where he has very little control anyway, his decision to put a giant lock on his private life is about the only one he could make. he probably could still have a personal instagram or twitter acc if he wanted to, showing non-descriptive holiday pics or whatever. he chooses not to, and this is only in recent years that he's begun to be more and more secretive. because maybe it's either all or nothing to him. either the cage is shut or the bluebird flies free

#bluebird #kind anon #lyric analysis #not really but oh well #bukowski #daylight #harry's image #thank you anon!#much appreciate the chance to use my brain once in a while

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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what would all the riddlers prefer you do while giving them head??

oh gee i wonder who sent this lmao 💚💜

let me TELL YOU how i think they all like it because they're all terribly filthy boys also a bonus of jon, harvey and oz bcos i know you love them too bb

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff and language and kinks bcos i got real yucky with this, you are welcome

update of this post here!!

arkham riddler: my beloved, king daddy of all the daddies, definitely gentle, needs talked into it as a form of stress relief when he's too absorbed in his traps, doesn't like cumming in your mouth because that's not very respectful, will teach you how to do it to his tastes perfectly u-u

"remember we practiced your breathing, you're being so good, this is definitely where your genius lies"

zero year/capullo riddler: disgusting man, desperate for a sloppy bj, will slap your face with his dick/hand, absolutely will call you his slut and likes to finish with his head pressed right to the back of your throat, likes it if you're drooling and spitting his cum out onto your chin at the end, NASTY

"you should be grateful i'm letting you suck my cock, i'm the fucking riddler"

dano riddler: gotta make eye contact with him as he cums on your chest, will hold your hair and push you onto him, really likes his balls squeezed hard too because he's a sucker for pain and punishment

"i'll show you who's in charge here, i'm in control, i'm the boss please"

young justice riddler: whimpering simp of a man, will fall apart in about two seconds, likes you to tell him how big he is, needs constant validation about how pretty his dick is

"was it good for you? am i a good boy?"

gotham riddler: really can do without the sucking or licking, could happily get off on cockwarming in your mouth, otherwise it's too overstimulating, could potentially forget you were even down there lmao

"ah, but do you know why they're called blow jobs? it's very interesting actually! it actually goes back to..."

💚 and cos im feeling extra slutty today and ily 💚

jonathan: another one who needs the eye contact, probably because he likes seeing tears or eye makeup running down your face, definitely likes to see how rough he can be and enjoys the sound of choking for breath

"are you nervous? i would be"

harvey: i don't know if there's anything about harvey to me at least that doesn't scream "i like to put it all the way in and take it all the way out and your mouth better make some obscene pop noise when i do otherwise i'm going to choke you", flips a coin to see if you're spitting or swallowing

"heads or tails, baby? are you taking it in the mouth, or are you going to bend over and show me your ass"

oz: sugar daddy vibes, so his thing is that he likes spoiling you once you've done him a favour, just likes to be slurped on, doesn't even need to come tbh

this is a classy joint babe, be nice to daddy and keep quiet under the table and you can have something nice and shiny afterwards, alright?

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sweet-sakura-soju · 2 years

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Hiya! I hope your doing well! <33

I was wondering maybe if you chould write some headcanons with Oz from monster prom having a short chubbyf! s/o

I was thinking the s/o whould be like a cupid type monster:)

summary-

-just like the request is! Oz with a short and chubby f! s/o, w a side of ✨cupid magic✨

warnings-

a whole lotta corndog shit lmao

as well as fluff, language, and a little bit of body dysphoria at the end!

A/N:

I FUCKING LOVE THIS OH MY FOG SJFNSNFNSNGN THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS I LITERALLY SCREECHED WHEN I- Anyways!! Yes!! Thank you!! Here you go!! (I also added some general oz in a relationship headcannons, I hope you don’t mind!!)

alright

let’s go

He initially convinced himself that he just thought you were really cool

Or maybe that you accidentally spelled him

Became friends with you to make it easier on himself (and to get rid of the weird butterflies in his stomach)

And by him I mean Polly saw you and immediately swooped you into the friend group

When he first realized he liked you, he immediately was like “ah shit how do I fix this-“

Psyched himself out of asking you out, in his eyes you were (and still are) an angel sent from the heavens and is absolutely infatuated by your entire existence, he really has loved you since day one

Eventually asked you out. (Brian coerced him into doing so, Vera and Polly helped him gain confidence)

He is absolutely OBSESSED w the fact that you got your lil love magic it’s adorable

“Babe can you use it on me?”

“You already love me silly”

“Okay and?”

Insists that when you two are cuddling his head is resting on your lap and refuses to move

“Oz honey pls I need to go to class”

“mphfrmhumph. mrphnphafump.” -Oz, using your thighs as pillows

He’s not very confrontational in a direct way but if anyone dares to make a negative comment on your body

Listen man he’s an ageless deity made from others fear, do I need to go into detail?

He has all of your measurements memorized so when he’s out shopping he can swing by your favorite store and pick out anything he thinks you’d like

“Oz. This is the third time this-“

“Do you want me to re-“

“No shut up I love it”

His love language is all of the above, but he mainly loves giving you gifts and physical touch. He’s more subtle about it in public, linking pinkies, one hand on the small of your back, having his body turned towards you, etc.

Oh duh and resting his chin on your head bc awww you’re so short

Behind closed doors he’s a lot more affectionate

Always touching you. Can’t keep his hands to himself.

Arms fully around your waist, shoulder, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, kisses e v e r y w h e r e

You literally need to pry him off of you

Don’t get me started on his little shadows/phobias

One time they tried to spook you pre-relationship

You put a love spell on them (with his consent ofc)

It backfired. They’re absolutely obsessed with you. They love you. Arguably more than Oz.

He’d fight them for you. He means that. I mean that. It’s a well-known fact.

He’ll lend you his hoodies if you’re into that sort of thing, they fit almost perfectly if you’re stealing one of the ones that are his size

If you like big hoodies he will deliberately go out and get hoodies that are bigger than what he prefers specifically for you to steal

Acts annoyed bc he knows you love it

He can also read you like a BOOK. It’s almost unnerving

“..[y/n] why are you so anxious?? Can I help??”

He saw you blink in an abnormal way

He also understands what it’s like to be insecure about certain parts of himself so if/when he finds out you’re feeling insecure he unlocks his full boyfriend potential

His love and affection borderline competes w Scott’s

intense loving™

On the really bad days he’ll go out of his way to attempt to make you see yourself the way he sees you

Every part of you is perfect in his eyes

And he means that every time he says it

“[y/n], love spell or not, you’re flawless in my eyes. I’m in love with every part of you, even on the days that you don’t show yourself the love I have for you. Why would the person that’s supposed to make others have unconditional love for each other be any less worthy of love from themself?”

All of his awkward and dorkiness aside, he’s really just out here trying to be the best monster he can be for you, through thick and thin.

A/N #2-

I went a little overboard, sorry!! I hope this is what you were thinking of when you requested! I had a lot of fun writing this, so thank you for requesting!

#avanee wrote something⁉️#oz x reader #monster prom x reader #monster prom #fanfic #x reader #x reader fanfiction #cheesy #headcanons #oz monster prom #i went overboard #ooc?#i don’t think so #hope you enjoyed!

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nightimedreamersworld · 11 months

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Happy Wipsday, everyone! It was lovely seeing your wips today. Thank you for the tags, @artsyunderstudy @ivelovedhimthroughworse @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @forabeatofadrum

So I actually just finished chapter 4 of my current wip last night and... it's not good lmao. I just feel like this chapter is all over the place. However, I'm holding off on editing it for now, and instead I'll try to keep writing lest I lose steam. That's what first drafts are for, right??? To exist, no matter how shitty they are. It's fine, it's cool.

Also, I may have underestimated how much I'd have to study for uni lol. So I might have to slow down on writing (...even more.) Still, I want to keep sharing these sneak peeks with you guys because a) your hype makes me hype, and b) I'm clinging to every little bit of validation I can get these days lmao

ANYWAY. Enough rambling. Have a snippet:

Penny gives me a pair of obviously dyed red trainers and tells me to put them on. “Why?” I ask, confused. I’d forgotten how weird magic is—the hoops you gotta go through to get a simple spell to work. It’s why I don’t miss it that much. Penny twirls her purple gem around her finger. “To enhance the spell.” I can’t help but scoff. It’s so stupid; I can’t believe I spent over half my life agonising about these things. We’re standing in the alleyway behind my building, trying out spells to send me back. So far, Penny’s tried There and back again, from The Hobbit (apparently I just disappeared for a second, but I didn’t feel anything), East or West, Home’s Best (still nothing), and Home Sweet Home. Now, it’s the Wizard of Oz. I can feel Baz watching me from a few feet away—leaning boredly against the brick wall, a pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes. I know they must be redder than my new shoes. I made him cry again.

(Baz cries so much in this fic istg. Sorry Bazzy.)

Tagging for Sunday, as the wipsday is almost over: @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @confused-bi-queer @larkral @whogaveyoupermission @palimpsessed @stitchyqueer and anyone who'd like to share!

#simon snow series #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz

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justmybookthots · 6 months

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Chess & Mate

Okay, first of all: This isn't a bad book. I want to preface my review with that, even if 'bad' is a nebulous term. I want to make it clear that at this point, I'm absolving Ali Hazelwood of her sins with Love Hypothesis. While I hated Adam, I loved Jack from Love Theoretically, and I do like Sawyer… to a degree. I think her heroes have evolved slightly since Adam, and now they're kind of at a very acceptable Jack-Sawyer stage.

I'll elaborate on the hero part in a bit. But for now, I also want to make it clear that while I don't love this book anywhere as much as I loved Love Theoretically, I can see a lot of people loving this, and I understand. It really all boils down to personal preference. (Though that… pretty much sums up any kind of book review, so you can ignore this statement, really. But I guess what I'm trying to say is: Love Hypothesis pissed me the fuck off. Its issues were egregious to me. Chess & Mate got on my nerves a bit, but I recognise it was just due to my own weird preferences as a reader.)

Anyway. Spoilers ahead.

Things I liked:

Sawyer. He's very similar to Jack and if that's the kind of hero Ali likes, I ain't complaining. He knows what he wants; he's mostly straightforward with his feelings and is unabashed about them. Neither is he growly or saying "babe" and all that cringe stuff. He's just… calm, same as Jack. It's very attractive. And ALSO. He is a virgin. I so, so love that? Too bad this was YA so the sex scenes were closed-door, because I felt that would have been a fun dynamic to explore in an adult book.

I like that for once, Mallory (the heroine) is the one who sleeps around. It's all very sex-positive and I support that immensely. Also her being bi? I 100% am for it.

I really liked Oz, for most of the book. And Dfne? I think that's how you spell her name. [But I may be wrong and I'm too lazy to check.]

I think all the loose ends were tied up rather conclusively, re: Eaton and Mallory's family.

Now…. The things I did not like. Hoo-boy.

I'm not into the Mary Sue scene. This is my biggest, biggest gripe for this book. Mallory being this good was not to my liking. She was just winning match after match even though she hadn't played in years. She felt unbeatable, and it took a lot of narrative tension out of the story for me. At some point, I was just like: Okay, I get it. You're the best. And Sawyer is also the best. You are both the best, and you two can sit above the plebs in your couple-y thrones. Reading this book felt like I was reading a power fantasy between two people, and while I get that being everyone's cup of tea, it wasn't mine. At some point, it felt like Sawyer was only ever interested in her because she could play as well as (or better than) he did.

I wished Sawyer hadn't been interested in her from the start. It would have been fun to really lean into the 'enemies' angle for a bit and have her slowly climb her way up to face off against him later. But then again, that's asking for a major rewrite, and that's a whole can of worms I'd rather not open.

But speaking of interest, I was conflicted on the insta-love on Sawyer's part. Him showing up at her house early on in the book and eating dinner with her family was really abrupt and it took me aback. They went from almost no interaction save for her beating him at the first match and the encounter at the pool to… this? Or maybe there were more encounters that I can't recall off the top of my head now, but it just felt too soon for me.

Oh gosh. Her family. Her mom was fine, but her sisters, especially Sabrina? I was being driven nuts. When Sabrina called Mallory egotistical, I was like: wtf? Mallory was practically slaving her ass off to support her family and she made so many sacrifices for them. I get that that was the point—Mallory was clinging to martyrdom and refusing to let herself need them and it upset them. But being antagonistic to Mallory was NOT the answer. Her martyrdom stemmed from a place of self-loathing and trauma. I hated how everyone at the end of the book was yelling at Mallory to get her head out of her ass. Maybe this wake-up call works in books/fiction, or maybe it works for some people, but it's not ideal. It's callous and cruel. I approved only of how Mallory's mother handled it: she very calmly talked things out with her.

Mallory had EVERY right to be angry with Sawyer. I hated how everyone, including Eaton, fed this narrative that Mallory was completely in the wrong for her blow-up at him and how everything he did was right for her. If a man I was developing a romantic relationship with was paying for my fellowship/my fucking SALARY all along and omitted telling me (don't give me the bullshit about "you could have just asked"—omission is still lying), I would be furious. This is crucial information that should have been voluntarily shared sooner. Even if he came from a good place, it doesn't make it okay to hide this imbalance of power from me.

I also want to say that the bad guys are cartoonishly bad. Like you know right away who the 'villain' of the book was going to be, and it felt rather juvenile how unapologetically dickish he was. There wasn't a lot of nuance to it, but eh. Whatever.

The PDA between Sawyer and Mallory (her sitting between his thighs and him… biting her earlobe? I… Okay) while they played chess with his friends was… not for me. I had the same complaint with a hauntingly similar scene in Love Theoretically. I get it: this type of thing is just not my cuppa, but Ali loves it.

All in all, while it sounds like I'm complaining a lot, I don't hate this book. I just don't really love it. Or… like it very, very much. But it had its cute moments, so it's, well, not that bad? I think?

- 13 Nov 2023

#book review #book blog #ali hazelwood #check & mate #love theoretically #the love hypothesis

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inchidentally · 4 months

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I'm amused by the fact that many people think Oscar is still in Australia. I think that based on his mother's tweet, one could conclude that Oscar returned to Europe.

If I see an official account write a ship name again, I swear I will find that person and throw something heavy at him/her. They probably won't learn not to do it.

Have a nice weekend <3

aiavsjdbsjfbjdn listen Corporate RPF is a scourge so you do what you gotta do babe

I just checked his moms Twitter and you’re right either he’s back in the UK or went on another trip after going home

also if that’s Oscar’s old room then that’s the stuffed animal on his pillow that he said he still had in that one McLaren challenge ;__;

fr I’ll be kind of relieved if he’s not in Oz anymore bc based on the submission I just got about dand0 and delulu shipping I’m like yeaaaa let’s keep landoscar away from All That

#how can ppl enjoy a ship when they’re so angry and threatened all the time based on nothing but lies #and y’all know how I feel about ‘fake gf’ nonsense and even at a distance Daniel seems crazy mad in love w Heidi???#landoscar fandom staying quiet is good by me

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daydreamingyuta · 1 year

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hi!! any doyoung fluff please ♥

Hi!! thank you for requesting! I hope you like it 💚

Expensive│Doyoung

Dressed in your best outfit, you sat patiently on the couch, waiting for Doyoung to get dressed. Usually it was him who was ready first, but your excitement caused you to get ready an hour earlier than you needed to. It was you and Doyoung’s fourth anniversary, and he was taking you to a restaurant you have been dying to try. It was a pretty expensive restaurant, the kind that needed a special occasion to justify going to.

Doyoung walked out of the bedroom wearing an all black suit and right then he looked like the most handsome person you have ever seen. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that he was all yours.

He smiles when he sees the way you’re staring at him. “I can change if you don’t like it.” he jokes.

You playfully roll your eyes. He knows that you are infatuated with him, and he loves to tease you about it.

He walks over to you and grabs your hand to guide you off the couch. Once you are standing, you adjust your outfit while he drapes his arm over you and brings you closer so he can place a kiss on your temple. “You’re stunning y/n.”

⸻

Once you two arrive at the restaurant, you could hardly contain your excitement. You looked out of the car window at the restaurant and clapped your hands a little. Doyoung’s heart melted at your cuteness as he got out and went to open the car door for you. Doyoung hands the keys to the valet and you two walk in.

The dim lighting, the soft piano playing, and the delicious scent of the food, enveloped your senses. You two were guided to your table, the black linen tablecloth was soft on your fingers as you sat down in your seat. You both were handed a menu and were left alone to look at it.

You hadn’t begun to look at the menu though, as you were still taking in the restaurant. You hear the tiniest gasp from Doyoung as he’s looking at the menu. You head snaps towards him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” he says as he gives you his nervous laugh.

At this, you grab the menu to look at it yourself. You were planning on getting a steak, so your eyes skim the menu until you find it. The first steak option you see is a 4 oz wagyu steak for $1,200. It was your turn to gasp. You knew this place was expensive, but you had no idea it was this much.

“Doyoung, if you want to go somewhere else, we can. These prices are ridiculous.”

“No! I just wasn’t expecting the prices. You have been talking about this place for months, and you deserve to be treated.”

You knew that money wasn’t an issue for Doyoung, and he did love to treat you. You two could order three of everything off the menu and it wouldn’t hurt his bank account. But a part of you was always hesitant about him spending so much money on you.

He could tell that you were hesitant, especially because it was your idea to come here. He reaches across the table and holds your hand. “It’s alright baby, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

You knew that he was being totally genuine so you went back to the menu to decide what you wanted.

The waiter came back to your table to take you orders. Doyoung always let you order first. “I’ll take the wagyu steak please.” you says while looking over at him. He gives you a reassuring smile and he orders the same thing.

“If this isn’t a life changing steak, we are getting our money back Doyoung.”

After about fifteen minutes of talking and waiting for the food to arrive, it finally came. You two also got a side of mashed potatoes, asparagus, and dinner rolls. Everything turned out amazing. You couldn’t help but laugh when you saw Doyoung on the verge of tears because everything tasted so good.

“This actually is life changing babe.” he says while getting some more asparagus.

You felt so much love for him in that moment. Not because he could treat you to an expensive dinner, but because he cared about you so much. His actions showed that to you every single day. He always made sure that you were happy and taken care of. Doyoung made you feel like the most luckiest person alive and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

#doyoung #fluff #nct #nct 127 #k-pop #drabble

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queen-of-boops · 10 months

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so copied this from my ask to mrsbsmooth as she let me know you're an ozzy girlie too 😭

I'm so happy for all the Lewie/Roberto girlie's rn with the MN clip (my playthrough was R but know that L girlie's will have got the same one 🥰)

Personally I'm an Ozzy girlie and I'm ngl the casa stuff doesn't phase me, I'm gonna give clown emoji energy rn and paint my clown face on to tell you my thoughts 🤡

So obviously casa comes, we as mc get dumped, if you're on an ozzy route Oz leaves us the letter (wish it would've been a bit more sweet but that's fusebox for you), upon them recieving the postcard we still haven't been told WHAT they were shown of us on the postcard and as to why he felt the way he felt about the situation and was worried that not only would grace twist but also MC and I do think he's genuine about that, we know from previous challenges Ozzy isn't the type of guy for one night stands etc, he's into meaningful relationships, I don't for one believe a single thing Marshall has said about Oz, I think Marshall has an ulterior motive and honestly his reaction to Amelia defending him has just kinda said it all really, she was the only one to bite and he used her to get into the main villa.

I do think from ozzys storyline he's genuinely there to find a connection, and as nearly all the characters have said if you follow the ozzy route and choose him for questions that they answer before leaving, it's been bubbling to the surface with him.

Dont get me wrong, he could have treated Grace better BUT, but now hear me out, in my playthrough grace has asked about Ozzy having feelings elsewhere and I said yeh he does, this girl has not believed it even though I haven't hidden it at all, like I've told you I like him and he likes me WHY ARE YOU PRESSED? and I'm not gonna lie I do feel her reaction was uncalled for during movie night as sis also been cracking on aswell, she cracked on w elliot (or tried too atleast) and hamish so really she's been no better than Oz. I think Grace's character is quite insecure and she's afraid she won't find another connection, instead of accepting that Ozzy isn't the one for her she's holding onto something that is doomed to fail honestly and has been since day 1.

I will defend ozzy until the day I die even if I'm the biggest clown doing so I adore his character honestly

Oh, anon, you're speaking my language.

Honestly, while I was playing, I was fuming that FB did us so dirty, but the longer I think about it, the more I can excuse his actions (hey, my name on the ff discord is literally Ozzy Apologist, I have to live up to that somehow).

We all know Ozzy can be a bit of a mess. He's had feelings for MC since the start and he's really struggled with how to handle that and stay respectful. Then we get to casa: MC's gone, he and Grace are rocky, and he can't even talk to either of them. Add in the postcards where he sees Grace and Hamish all over eachother and something to make him doubt MC and it's no wonder he was upset.

Honestly, the person I'm the most angry with is Jamal (or whoever is with Flo). Ozzy was in a really vunerable place and they just took advange of that and encouraged him to do something he regrets.

Now Grace.... I honestly don't even know what to say any more. I really want her to be happy, but with every week it becomes harder and harder to defend her. Babe, even if MC didn't return Ozzy's feelings, it's been obvious for a while that you two don't belong together. And don't even get me started on how hypocritical she was in today's episodes.

And I'm not even going to waste my breath on Marshall, his opinions are so irrelevant to me.

Every week that goes by I go through a cycle: I get giddy when he says anything sweet, then annoyed when he and Grace try to play perfect couple, then upset when I have to tweak the outline for my Ozzy villa fic, and then I end up running right back into his arms.

So you're not alone, anon. We'll get through this together and come out the other side with our man by our side.

#mo answers asks #litg ozzy

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