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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [03]

Monologue

It was decided that from here on out,

I would be living in this spare room,

which Subaru-kun escorted me to.

I’ve been told to stay put,

and while I finally have some privacy,

I just cannot seem to calm down.

Whenever I think about the future,

I feel overwhelmed by a sense of anxiety.

ー The scene starts in the spare room at the Violet Manor

*Knock knock*

ー Laito enters the room

Laito: Hey there, Eve~ Can I come in?

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: Are you alone right now? Perfect~

Yui: Is something the matter?

Laito: What do you mean? There’s only one I could want from you, no?

*Thud*

Yui: Laito-kun, what are you doing all of a sudden...!?

Laito: No need to act innocent. You’re teasing me by playing ignorant when you know very well what I want, aren’t you?

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!?

Laito: I know Carla said that your blood tastes bad, but it simply smells so sweet and delicious.

It’s actually scrumptious, isn’t it? Let me have a taste as well.

Yui: Stop, Laito-kun!

( He’s got a firm grip on my arm, I can’t run...! He’ll suck my blood... )

Subaru: Oi, whatcha up to?

Yui: Subaru-kun...?

*Rustle*

Laito: What’s wrong, Subaru-kun? Want to join in?

Subaru: Fuck off. Why are you trying to suck her blood?

Laito: Why not? Carla even gave us permission to do so.

Subaru: She doesn’t want it. Don’t be a loser who sucks people’s blood without consent.

Laito: ...Fine. No need to glare at me like that. You’re so scary, geez.

Subaru: Leave me alone! Scram!!

Laito: Sure, sure.

See you later, Eve. Let’s do it somewhere private next time, okay?

ー Laito leaves the room

Subaru: He finally left, huh? ...God. You shouldn’t just keep quiet and let people suck your blood either.

Yui: T-Thank you, Subaru-kun. Did you save me...?

Thanks to you, he didn’t get to suck my blood.

Subaru: ...Hmph.

Yui: ...Fufu.

( He won’t say anything, but he did save me, didn’t he? That gentle side of him hasn’t changed at all. )

Subaru: Buzz off, whatcha laughin’ for?

Selection

→ Apologize (🖤)

Yui: I-I’m sorry.

( Oh no, seems like I upset him. )

Subaru: ‘I’m sorry’, my ass. I want to know why you were laughin’ in the first place. Are you makin’ fun of me!?

Yui: Oh no! Not at all!

( I just love his awkward ways of showing kindness and how he gets embarrassed when sharing his true feelings... )

( I was simply happy to see that he hasn’t changed even now that his memories have been messed with. )

( But I doubt he’d understand that right now, even if I were to try and explain. )

→ Tell him that it made you happy (♡)

Yui: ...It made me happy.

Subaru: Haah?

Yui: That you came to my rescue.

Subaru: ...That wasn’t my intention, honestly.

It just pissed me off how Laito was botherin’ you.

Yui: ...I see.

( I guess he might be speaking the truth and he didn’t actually do it for me. )

( But I can assume that he helped me out because somewhere deep down, he does remember me, right...? )

( Because I believe that Subaru-kun is still himself, even without his memories... )

Subaru: ...You’re a mystery.

Anyway, take this as a lesson and stay put. Lock your room just in case as well.

Yui: Thank you for being worried about me, Subaru-kun.

Subaru: Who says I’m worried about you!? Don’t be gettin’ the wrong idea now!

I don’t care if Carla gave them permission or not.

If you let those guys do as they please, they’ll devour you in no time.

I’m not sharing my prey with anyone else. That’s all.

Yui: I see...Yeah, but still, thanks.

Subaru: ...Che. You’re annoyin’. What’s your problem, for real?

ー Subaru leaves the room again

Yui: ( I don’t care if he thinks of me as mere prey. I’m still happy that he saved me. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Kou: Oh? What are you doing over here?

Yui: Ah, Kou-kun. I’m thirsty, so I wanted to get something to drink.

Kou: Gotcha. That’s why you’re headed towards the kitchen.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun did tell me to stay in my room... )

( So I was going to head straight back after getting some water, but I didn’t think I’d run into Kou-kun. )

Kou: Where’s Subaru-kun, by the way? He’s supposed to be keeping an eye on you, no?

Yui: He is, but I’m only gonna get some water, so I felt bad for asking him to come along for something so trivial.

Kou: Hmー So that’s why you’re wandering around over here all by yourself?

I didn’t think you’d make it that easy for me...Thanks.

*Thud*

Yui: Eh...!?

Kou: You’re basically asking me to suck your blood by walking around here all alone, aren’t you?

Yui: No, you’re wrong!

Kou: But you let Subaru-kun suck your blood, didn’t you~? Then let me have a sip as well!

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Stop...! Let me go, Kou-kun!

Kou: I don’t care if you want it or not. Carla-kun gave us permission, so I can have some as well, correct...?

Subaru: Hell nah!

Yui: ...

*Rustle*

Kou: Ahーah. Subaru-kun’s here.

Yui: Subaru-kun...!

Subaru: Kou, what are you doin’?

Kou: Oh geez, don’t be so scary! I was just having a little chat with Eve!

Subaru: Aah!? That’s not what it looked like to me.

Kou: Oh come on, don’t glare at me like that. Turn that frown upside down. Come on, smile~

Subaru: In your dreams. Fuck off.

Kou: Don’t get all upset~ Scary guys aren’t popular with the ladies, you know?

Subaru: Kou, you bastard...

*THUD*

Kou: I know, no need to throw a fit. Guess I have no other choice, so I’ll give up for today.

Bye! See you later, Eve!

ー Kou walks away

Yui: ( Thank god he left. Subaru-kun had to save me again... )

Subaru-kun, uhm, thank you for saving me.

Subaru: Cut it out already! Do you fuckin’ realize what kind of position you’re in!?

*THUD*

Yui: ...Ugh.

Subaru: I’m pretty sure I told you to stay put in your damn room!?

Yui: I’m sorry...I got thirsty, so I figured I’d go get something to drink.

Subaru: You’re supposed to tell that to me! ...I mean, I guess I wasn’t there with you...But you could have just waited for me to come, no!?

I won’t completely leave you to your own devices. So rely on me a bit more!

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: ...Don’t be gettin’ the wrong idea now though. I’m in charge of watching over you. That’s all.

Yui: ...Yeah. Still, thank you.

Subaru: ...Hmph.

Anyway, you should hurry back to your room right now. I’ll go fetch you a glass of water.

Yui: Okay. I’ll do that. Thank you, really.

Subaru: Shut up already.

*TIMESKIP*

Azusa: ...Huh? What are you doing over here...?

Yui: Azusa-kun.

Azusa: ...I believe it’d be better if you don’t wander outside too much...

Yui: Y-Yeah, good idea. I was actually on my way back to my room after Subaru-kun warned me earlier.

Azusa: I see...That’s good...

I don’t think the inside of the manor...is all too safe for you either...

Subaru: Oi, you’re still wanderin’ ‘round in the hallway?

Yui: Wah...Subaru-kun?

Azusa: Subaru...What’s wrong...? The water’s...spilling from the glass...

Subaru: Oi, Azusa! Are you also tryin’ to get a piece of her?

Azusa: Eh...? I...

Subaru: Shut up! God, every single one of these fuckers...!

*Rustle*

Yui: ...! My arm, it hurts...!

Subaru: Come on, start walkin’! We’re goin’ back to your damn room!

Yui: H-Hold up, Subaru-kun...! I’m sorry for making you worried! But Azusa-kun hasn’t done...

Subaru: Don’t be makin’ excuses!

Yui: ...Kyah!

*SCENE SHIFT*

Subaru: Listen up! Why are you lettin’ another guy catch you literally seconds after I warned you!?

Yui: I’m sorry...I just happened to cross paths with Azusa-kun while on my way back to my room...

Subaru: Then you could have just ignored him and quickly made it back there, no!?

Are you lurin’ out these other men on purpose ‘cause you want to have your blood sucked by someone!?

*THUD*

Yui: Kyah...

( He’s really mad, taking out his anger on the wall... )

( I’m happy that he’s looking out for me by coming to my rescue or getting me water, but I wonder why he’s so upset? )

( I mean, I guess it’s true that it was careless of me to leave my room but... )

( Still, it’s not that I want other people to suck my blood. )

Subaru: You’re a delicious treat to us Vampires!

Don’t forget that.

Yui: ( I’m nothing but a piece of food in his eyes, aren’t I? So why would he get so irritated? )

( It makes me hopeful that perhaps he does somewhat remember that we were once a couple... )

( But it makes me sad to have him get mad and lash out at me like this. )

Subaru: Oi, why don’t you say somethin’, huh!? Are you listenin’ to me!?

Yui: ...I am.

Subaru: ...Ah.

Yui: I never asked to be attacked either!

( Ah, perhaps I went too far just now...But the sadness I’ve been keeping inside burst open all at once just now... )

Subaru: ...Fuck.

Then don’t be lettin’ other guys suck your damn blood!

*Thud*

Yui: ...Kyah!

Subaru: You can just have me suck your blood.

If you don’t understand that, I’ll just have to tell it directly to your body. I’ll thrust my fangs into your throat and show you the hard way.

*Rustle*

ー Subaru bites her

Subaru: ...Hah...Nnh...

Yui: I-It hurts...

( I can’t believe he’s being so rough with me... )

Subaru: ...Nn...Nn, nnh...

Yui: ( He’s actually so gentle at all times...Always sucking my blood while being mindful not to hurt me... )

( This is wrong. )

( Even if his memories have been altered, I don’t want this...! )

Subaru: How’s that? Does that dumb little brain of yours get the message now? Then I’ll suck from here next...

Azusa: Subaru...What are you doing...!?

*Rustle*

Subaru: Azusa...!

Yui: ...Azusa...kun...

Azusa: Carla told us to treat her with care...

Eve, you seem to be in a lot of pain...Are you alright...?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Azusa: I see...I’m glad...

Subaru: ...Damnit!

ー Subaru walks away

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun! Wait...!

Azusa: He left...But...Eve, why did you try to call him to a halt...?

Yui: ...Well...

Azusa: You’re...bleeding...Laito or Kou might approach you, drawn in by the scent...

I’ll walk you to your room, okay...?

Yui: ...Yes, please.

Azusa: ...Yeah.

ー The scene shifts to the spare bedroom

Yui: Thank you, Azusa-kun.

Azusa: Tell me if you need help, okay...?

Yui: Yup.

ー Azusa leaves

Yui: ...Ow.

( The place where he bit me still hurts. )

( But what aches the most is my heart... )

( Subaru-kun’s behaving the same way he did when we had only just met. Before he opened his heart to me... )

( Subaru-kun is still the same, even without his memories. )

( That’s what I wanted to believe but...It’s painful to continue having him act this way around me. )

( It’s almost as if I’m a stranger to him now, even though I’m supposed to be his girlfriend. )

( What if he stays like this forever? )

( How can I get him to remember? )

( Subaru-kun... )

Monologue

I closed my eyes,

while thinking of Subaru-kun.

It’s not as if sleeping on it will change anything,

but I hope that at least in my dreams,

I can meet the kind Subaru-kun.

The one who is my boyfriendーー

*TIMESKIP*

*Knock knock*

Subaru: Oi, are you in there?

ー Subaru enters the room

Yui: ...Subaru-kun, what’s wrong?

( It was only yesterday that he aggressively sucked my blood. )

( So it’s still a bit awkward to meet him. )

Subaru: Oi, come with me.

Yui: Eh? To where?

Subaru: Shut up. Just shut up and follow me.

Yui: ....Okay.

ー Subaru walks ahead

Yui: ( He seems to be in a bad mood so I’m a bit worried about where he’s taking me but... )

( I don’t want to get into an argument, so I should probably listen to him for now. )

( ...I wonder where he’ll take me? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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poorguysheadisdoingwhatnow · 4 months

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Kiss in the moonlight with dot? Thanks man we stan

it’s been idk even how many years since you sent this ask originally (at least a billion); here’s the latest gift you’ve ever received bestie ily

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1900

They meet on the Manhattan side of the bridge, this time. Spot is standing down by the riverfront, staring at the reflection of the moon on the water. It’s nice out tonight, still warm, the last vestiges of summer beginning to give way to fall. It’s late, almost midnight, but Spot doesn’t mind. He’s always been a night owl despite his job requiring an early start, and there’s something about the night, a certain calm that’s different than that of the dawn. It’s difficult for him to be alone in the mornings, anyway, with the bustle of the other newsies, and his walks across the bridge on certain evenings allow him to sink into his own thoughts, if only for an hour or so.

He’s lost in thought now, still staring out at the water, when a hand on his shoulder startles him. He spins to see Davey, who looks surprised but is already smiling.

“Sorry. I scare you?”

Spot scoffs. “Hardly,” he retorts, but there’s no heat in it. He smiles back at Davey and puts a hand on his upper arm, giving it a fond squeeze. “Good to see ya, Mouth. Been a while, huh?”

“Yeah, too long. Sorry,” Davey says again. “It’s just… it’s been hectic lately.” He doesn’t have to say anything else; Spot knows him well enough. Davey’s dad started working again a couple months after the newsies strike ended the previous year, which meant his mother wanted him and his little brother back in school. Davey and Les still sell papers in the mornings, though, and Sarah works full time as a seamstress. And Davey has been studying much more lately, preparing for…

“So when do you start?” Spot asks.

“In a couple of weeks.” Davey sighs. “Still not even sure if I’m gonna go.”“Of course you’re gonna go,” Spot says, more roughly than he intended. “You’d be stupid not to, Dave. You’re booksmart, it’s part of your charm. Now you get to use it.”

“It’s gonna be so different,” Davey says, staring out at the river like Spot was earlier, a wistful expression on his face. “I mean, it’s college, Spot. I won’t be able to hawk papers anymore, and I won’t get to see… well, see anyone, ya know? And my folks, and Les and Sarah, what if something happens again, and—”

“You’re babblin’,” Spot says, and he places his hands on Davey’s shoulders. “Look at me, Dave.” Davey does, tearing his gaze from the water. “Your dad’s workin’ again, so is Sarah, so is Les, even. And it’s not like you’re gonna be gonna be a thousand miles away. It’s what, an hour, hour and a half walk from your folks’ place? Hell, get a job down there near the college, bring money back to ‘em, and when you get your fancy reporter job, you’ll be makin’ more than you even know what to do with.”

Davey doesn’t say anything, and Spot gives him a gentle shake. “You hearin’ me? Change is hard, Dave, I get it, but you’re gonna get yourself a good life this way.”

At this, Davey cracks a smile. “You sound so wise, Spot. You sure you don’t wanna come with me?”

Spot drops his hands from Davey’s shoulders. “Like they even would.”

“You’re plenty smart, you know that.”

“College ain’t for me, I don’t think,” Spot says. “And I still got kids to look after.”

“Yeah.” Davey takes one of Spot’s hands and holds it in his own. “You ever think about the future, Spot?”

“I do,” Spot admits, “but it’s not here yet, is it?”

“I guess not.”

Davey looks downtrodden. Spot squeezes his hand. “We’re all gonna be alright, Dave. You know that. Hey, how’s Jack, by the way? Still goin’ for that art school he’s been talkin’ about?”

Katherine finally convinced Jack to pursue an art career beyond political cartoons, and Governor (or Vice President now, rather) Roosevelt had put in a good word for him at one of the new private schools, practically ensuring him an acceptance letter and a scholarship.

“He’s excited,” Davey says. His smile hasn’t returned. “He won’t be selling papers for much longer either, I guess.”

“Race and Crutchie and them got those kids well in hand, though, I bet.”

“Yeah. And Jack says he wants to propose to Kath after he gets out of school.”

This surprises Spot, only a little. “Her dad gonna go for that?”

Davey snorts. “Like Katherine would care. Or Jack, for that matter. Anyway, that means they’ll probably take off in a couple years, too. Jack never did stop thinking about Santa Fe, ya know?”

They’re all growing up. It’s a sobering thought, but growing up isn’t that bad, Spot thinks, especially since there was a time when he wasn’t sure he’d get the chance.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad,” Davey says. “College, I mean. Getting older. It’s exciting.” He pauses, like he’s thinking about something. “You’ll… you’ll come visit, right? I mean, like you said, I won’t be far away at all, ‘specially with all the walking we do anyway, but what if I can’t get to Brooklyn, or I want to—”

This time, Spot shuts him up by leaning forward and pressing his lips to Davey’s, soft and quick. When he pulls back, Davey is blushing so fiercely Spot can see it in the dark.

“‘Course I’m gonna visit, Dave,” Spot says. “See you at your fancy college, readin’ your fancy college books and everything? It’ll be like finally seeing you in your natural habitat.”

Davey finally smiles again. “Then it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, it will.”

They stand in comfortable silence for a long time after that, holding hands and watching the moonlight dance on the water.—1905

The room is thick with cigarette smoke, and Davey feels slightly embarrassed as he suppresses the urge to cough; many of his classmates in college smoked, and most of his coworkers do as well, but he has never understood the appeal. He had tried it once, his first year at school, and immediately coughed so hard he thought he might vomit. Spot had teased him for weeks.

Davey stares into his drink, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at the memory.

“Amazin’ you haven’t hacked up a lung yet, Dave.”

“...Shut up, Spot.” Davey clears his throat again in an attempt to get rid of the persistent tickle and hands the cigarette back. “Don’t know how you do it.”

“What, this?” Spot takes a long drag, smirks, and blows the smoke up into the air. “Brooklyn boys was practically raised on the stuff.”

“So that’s why you all smell so bad.” That earns Davey a punch in the arm, but he just laughs.

“Just full’a jokes, aren’t you, Mouth?” Spot flicks a bit of ash off the end of the cigarette. “Hey, wanna see me blow a smoke ring?”

“Thinking hard there, David?” Bryan Denton, editor at The Sun and Davey’s new boss, lays a hand on Davey’s shoulders and startles him out of his reverie.

“Just, uh… thinking about old friends, Mr. Denton.”

“No need for the ‘mister,’ David, I’ve told you that,” Denton says. “Old friends, you say?”

“Yeah, a kid I knew back when I was in school.” Davey doesn’t quite know how to quantify his relationship with Spot, and he certainly won’t talk about it to his boss, anyway. “We actually sold papers together for a bit before that. You remember when I told you about the strike?”

“Oh, yes.” Denton takes a sip of his own drink. “Quite an affair, wasn’t it? Shame I was overseas at the time, but that Plumber—I read her articles, you know, once I returned. Fantastic stuff. It’s no wonder she moved up into investigative journalism so quickly. At her age, and as a woman—it’s something to really admire.”

Davey smiles. “It is.” He knows Katherine travels now, selling her stories to newspapers all across the country, really making a name for herself. Jack always sounds so happy in his letters, so proud of Kath’s accomplishments.

“And how are you faring?” Denton asks. “I know sometimes everything feels like it’s moving far too quickly, but that’s the beauty of the news. It’s always moving, and it’s up to us to capture it and give it to the people who need to hear it.”

“It’s fantastic.” And Davey doesn’t have to fake the enthusiasm in his voice. It’s so strange to think that once he was just hawking the news, and now he’s writing it. And with more assignments coming his way every day, he has ample opportunities to make sure he tells people’s stories right.

“I’m glad,” Denton says. “You know, I see a lot of myself in you, David. You’re going to go far. Just make sure to keep your head up and your words honest.”

David feels heat rising in his face and takes another sip of his drink, hoping Denton will think it’s just the alcohol. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good lad.” Denton reaches over and gives Davey’s shoulder a warm, brief squeeze. “I will see you tomorrow. Early day and all that—the news never sleeps.”

“The news never sleeps,” Davey agrees. Denton gives him a nod before rising from the table. Davey watches him gather his coat and hat and leave the building. He should leave, too, he thinks, even as he orders another drink and sits back in his seat, watching other patrons come and go.

Some time later, Davey has finished his second drink, and the smell of smoke is beginning to make his head pound. He gathers his things and is headed for the front door when it opens again, and another group of men floods in.

Dockworkers, probably, Davey thinks, noting the smell of seawater wafting into the room as well. He waits for the crowd to thin so he can leave, and when it doesn’t—surely, the saloon is not large enough for all these people—he resorts to pushing his way through. He is nearly to the door when someone bumps his shoulder and he staggers.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” the man says, and Davey is about to wave him off when he realizes he knows that voice.

“Spot?”

They stare at each other for a moment; Spot looks as surprised as Davey feels. But then Spot’s shock quickly melts and he gives Davey a grin and a hearty clap on the shoulder.

“Dave! How are ya? It’s been…”

Too long, Davey thinks. He and Spot had lost touch somewhere in Davey’s second year of college, after Spot got a job at the docks and Davey got busy with the school paper.

“It’s been ages, huh?” he says. “It’s good to see you, Spot.”

“Wow, I haven’t heard that name in a while,” Spot says, taking his hand from Davey’s shoulder. Davey pretends he doesn’t miss the warmth. “Mostly Sean now, down at the docks.”

“You know, I didn’t know your real name for months after the strike,” Davey says. Spot laughs, and it’s a wonderful sound.

“I was probably the one who told ya, wasn’t I?”

“I think so. I asked Jack once, but he said, ‘he’ll soak me good if I let it slip, Mouth.’”

“And he was right,” Spot says, but his voice is light.

“Hey, Conlon!” a burly man close to the bar interrupts, waving toward them. “You gonna order?”

The spell of the moment is broken. Davey suddenly feels like an intruder; he’s not in Spot’s life anymore, they’ve both moved on.

“I should go, Spot,” he says, turning back toward the door. “It was, uh, it was good seeing you.”

Before he can change his mind, he gives Spot’s arm a subtle, fleeting squeeze and pushes through the crowd.

He opens the door and escapes into the crisp evening air. Winter hasn’t tightened its grip on the city yet, and the night is cool but comfortable. Davey takes a moment to breathe, pushing away the guilt that has begun to encroach upon his thoughts. But he’s only taken a few steps when the door opens behind him.

“Dave, wait.” Spot’s voice is enough to make Davey hesitate for a moment, then Spot’s hand is on his shoulder again.

When Davey turns, Spot looks sadder than he’s ever seen him, his eyes suspiciously shiny under the dim light of the waning moon. To Davey’s embarrassment, his own eyes prickle almost painfully. He glances around; for the moment, they’re alone in the street. But before he can gather his courage, Spot surprises him by leaning forward first. Their lips graze each other tentatively, and Spot starts to pull back, but now Davey is ready. He tangles his fingers in the front of Spot’s sweater and drags him closer, and this time their lips crash together. The kiss is deep and hot, desperate and soul-crushing and perfect.

When they finally separate, Davey can see the tears on Spot’s cheeks. He realizes this is the first time he’s ever seen Spot cry, but he doesn’t mention it; his own face feels damp and there’s a lump in his throat.

“I can’t lose you again, Dave,” Spot croaks.

Davey laughs, raspy and relieved. He had forgotten what this felt like—what Spot felt like. He closes his eyes and leans forward until their foreheads are touching. His hand finds the back of Spot’s neck and stays there, squeezing gently.

“You won’t.”—1910

Sean walks briskly down the street, straightening his cap for what feels like the hundredth time as he dodges another pair of people walking too damn slow. It’s his first night of shore leave, and the moon is full and high in the sky. The weather is perfect, a warm breeze carrying the promise of summer drifting between the buildings, but Sean barely notices it; he just wants to get home. He tries to resist the urge to jog, but once his apartment building comes into view, he can’t help it. He runs the last couple blocks and wrenches open the front door, nearly bowling down his elderly neighbor.

“I am so sorry, Miss Leary,” he says, taking off his cap and nodding his head in apology. But she just laughs.

“That is quite all right, son.” She gives him a wink. “I saw your friend get back just about two hours ago; he looked just as excited as you do. Better get upstairs.”

Sean feels his cheeks heat. He grins and nods again, then holds the door open for Miss Leary as she leaves. Then he’s hurrying up the stairs two at a time until he reaches the seventh floor.

He passes Miss Leary’s apartment and then he’s standing in front of the door at the end of the hall. He turns the knob and enters the small but well-organized living room, places his cap on a nearby wall hook, drinks in the sight of home. And there, in one of the armchairs that faces the large windows overlooking the rest of the neighborhood, sits David, scribbling away in one of his many notebooks. A small pile of the things has already accumulated on the floor beside his chair.

“Still working?” Sean can’t suppress his smile as David jumps, obviously startled. “I thought this was supposed to be a break.”

David recovers quickly and jumps up from his chair, dropping his notebook carelessly on a nearby end table as he crosses the living room. Sean meets him halfway, his fingers tangling in David’s hair as he presses his lips to David’s own. They take a moment like that, then David pulls away just enough to smile at Sean.

“Hello, sailor,” he says cheekily.

Sean rolls his eyes. “Hello yerself. How’s life on the front lines?” He tries to keep his voice light, but he can tell by David’s falling expression that he didn’t quite succeed. David knows his job as a war correspondent for The Sun worries Sean, and Sean’s naval duties aren’t much better at the moment. But there will be time to talk about that later, Sean decides.

“Never mind,” he says, pulling David close again. “But you gotta stop workin’ so hard; I’m sure the news can survive a couple nights with you, huh? I only got a few days on shore, after all.”

“Yeah, it can wait.” David toys with Sean’s neckerchief. “I’ve missed you, Spot.”Sean laughs at the old nickname, but it warms his heart to hear it again. “I’ve missed you too, Mouth.”

Now it’s David’s turn to laugh, and it’s the best thing Spot’s heard in months. This is the first time they’ve seen each other since their jobs took them to opposite sides of the world near the beginning of the year, and Sean is going to enjoy every moment of it. He pulls David toward the windows and they stand together, staring out into the darkness. The city looks better at night, Sean decides, when it’s lit up only by the streetlamps and the light of the moon.

“I’ve always liked this time of night,” David says, as if reading Sean’s mind. “Especially when the moon is full.” It illuminates his face and reflects off his eyes until they almost seem to glow.

“Me too.” Sean leans over and kisses David’s cheek. If he had his way, they would stand here forever, under the moonlight. “Me too, Dave.”

#newsies #david jacobs #spot conlon #dot newsies #a newsies fic? from me? in 2024? it's more likely than u think #ignore any historical inaccuracies i simply Do Not Care anymore #i just wanted to make these idiots kiss

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kenny-power · 2 years

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My girl (No place to go Pt. 2) - J.C. x reader

Warning(s) - slight language

Here's Part 1

When Johnny woke up, he noticed two things. First, there was a weight on top of him, making it hard to breathe. Second, he just had the best damn sleep in his entire life. Which is saying something, given the fact that it was just on the Curtis couch and not an actual bed. Slowly, he opened his eyed to try and see what it was that was restricting his airflow. What he saw took his breath away completely. Lying on top of him, sound asleep, was Y/N. Apparently what happened last night was not a dream. It was a dream-come-true. Sleepy Johnny had more confidence than awake Johnny did. However, that did present a problem, as now he was wide awake and frozen in fear. Not only was the love of his life sleeping soundly on his chest, but he could hear the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. No way was he going to be able to get around anyone’s teasing.

His best option was to just wait for Y/N to wake up and hope no one else walks in the front door. But, what would he do once she woke up? Should they talk about it? Does this change their relationship? What if she didn’t want this It seemed like last night she was reluctant to stay. Oh no, did he force her into this when she obviously didn’t want it? Now he’s done it. He used to think that he could be respectful when it comes to Y/N and her personal space, but in a single night, he pulled down that barrier and made her spend the night with him. He’s just as bad as any old Soc out there. She’s gonna hate him, never speak to him again, think he took advantage of her. He needs to apologize to her when she wakes up. He’s gotta -

Y/N’s voice spoke up sleepily.

“Hey, Johnny-cake. What’s up? I can hear your mind goin’ a mile a minute.” Shifting slightly, she turned her face towards his to look at him better, entirely too close to be proper.

“Aw shit, Y/N/N, did I wake you up? I’m sorry. And I’m sorry to make you stay with me last night. I shouldn’t have forced you. I’m - ”

“Johnny, if you apologize again, I’m gonna have to shut you up. I stayed because you asked me to, not because you wanted me to. And anyways, if I didn’t wanna stay, I would’ve left.” Johnny blinked.

“Y-You wanted to stay? With me?” She frowned at his question, which honestly was a stupid one, in her opinion.

“Of course I wanted to stay,” she hesitated, debating whether or not to say the next thing on her mind, before continuing. “I’m your girl, right?” Johnny paused, dumbstruck. Y/N was getting nervous. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say. She overstepped the line, he’s gonna reject her. She just knows it. Being that bold with Johnny never would’ve worked. Shit, she really messed up.

“Yeah,” Johnny looked deep into her eyes, “yeah, you’re my girl. Mine.” Breathing a sigh of relief, she took another leap, leaning up slightly and placing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, not quite on his lips, but close enough to get her point across.

Johnny blushed deeply, before murmuring a C’mere, and pulling her closer into him, if that was even possible. He placed a kiss on the top of her head, breathing in the smell of her hair. Of her.

This probably could be chalked up as the best moment of his life. He was happy, nothing could change that. She was his girl. Really, truly, for real and not just as a friend, his girl.

“You missed.” She whispered. Johnny pulled back to look at her.

“What?” he asked with a fond smile.

“I said, you missed.” She was grinning now. Catching onto her meaning, Johnny leaned closer, kissing her softly on the mouth. It was a sweet, tentative kiss. The first of many. They probably could’ve spent forever in that moment and would’ve, if it weren’t for a throw pillow making use of its name and sailing its way towards the couple.

“Hey!” Came the laughing voice of Sodapop, “I don’t wanna see you makin’ out on my couch! It’s 7 a.m.” Blushing and smiling, Johnny pulled away from her, before looking past her and glaring at Soda good-naturedly.

“Then close your eyes,” he said before launching the pillow back at him and pulling Y/N back for more.

#johnny cade imagines #the outsiders imagines #fanfiction #johnny cade #the outsiders fanfiction #Johnny cade x reader #sodapop curtis

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thelastspeecher · 2 years

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The Breakup Scheme, Pt. 2

Part 1

Look, I'm as surprised as you are that the second part to this little plot in my Modern Stanley McGucket AU is getting posted the day after the first one. I literally wrote all of this ficlet today after work. I guess the spirit just really moved me or something. Anyways, this one's much more angsty than the first one, but there's still some lighter bits, particularly in the first scene. Just so you know what you're getting into. Enjoy.

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Lute knocked on the door to Angie’s bedroom.

“Come in,” Angie’s voice replied. Lute pushed the door open. Angie looked up. She was sitting at her desk, in the middle of typing something on her computer. Stan recognized it vaguely as her favorite fanfiction site. Angie placed her hands in her lap. “How can I help the two of ya?”

“We wanted to talk to you about somethin’,” Stan said. “Once we’ve said our piece, you can get back to writing fanfiction.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“I don’t write fanfiction,” she scoffed. Stan raised an eyebrow. Angie looked away. “…I read it,” she mumbled.

“We ain’t judgin’ ya, don’t worry,” Lute said. He frowned at Stan. “Ain’t that right, Stanley? We’re here to talk to her ‘bout somethin’ important, not rag on her hobbies.”

“Hey, some of my best friends like fanfiction,” Stan said with a shrug. Angie rolled her eyes again.

“Spit it out. What do the two of ya want? It better not be chore-related.”

“It’s not,” Stan said. He nodded at Lute. “Wanna lead the charge? She’s your twin.”

“This entire thing was yer idea, but whatever,” Lute said under his breath.

“No, you wanted to do this instead of my idea.”

“I meant the end goal of what we’re doin’ was yer idea.”

“Um.” Angie looked back and forth between Stan and Lute. “I ain’t followin’ this. What’s goin’ on?”

“We’re wonderin’ ‘bout yer relationship with Max, that’s all,” Lute said weakly. Angie frowned. “And maybe- we’ve- some of yer behaviors have resulted in us gettin’ the feelin’ that ya might not want to be with him no more.” Angie’s eyes widened in surprise. Stan focused on her body language. Her shoulders had tensed and her face gone slack, suggesting that it wasn’t surprise at something coming out of the blue. It was surprise that someone had caught onto something she was trying to hide. She coughed politely.

“What- what gives ya that impression?” she asked.

“It’s not one thing. If it was, I wouldn’t’ve believed Stan’s claims,” Lute said.

“Smart.”

“Okay, what’s with that?” Stan interrupted. “You guys don’t believe me unless I get proof to back up whatever I’m sayin’?”

“We ain’t pickin’ on ya. It’s the same standard we hold fer anyone makin’ outlandish claims,” Angie said. She crossed her arms. “And yes. This claim is outlandish.”

“I know, I know,” Lute said. “But I can’t shake the idea the two of ya ain’t happy.”

“Well…shake harder, then.”

“Angie.” Lute walked over to Angie’s desk. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Yer my sister. That means ya come ‘fore Max in terms of priority. Yer happiness matters more to me than Max’s does. I won’t be hurt if ya want to leave him.”

“I…” Angie swallowed. She shook her head. “I understand, but-”

“But what?” Stan asked, joining Lute by Angie. She scowled.

“But yer barkin’ up the wrong tree,” she said firmly. “I ain’t plannin’ on breakin’ up with Max any time soon.”

“We’re not askin’ if you’re planning on breaking up with him,” Stan said. “We’re asking if you wanna break up with him.”

“Ya want the answer to that, huh?”

“Yes,” Stan and Lute said together.

“Fine. The answer’s no. I don’t want to break up with him. Now drop it. I know we’re teenagers, but that don’t mean we have to be all over relationship drama like on those stupid shows Stan watches.”

“Wh- bu- they’re not stupid!” Stan stammered. Angie snickered. “Oh, shut up, McGucket. You watch ‘em too.”

“Sure, but I don’t go out of my way fer ‘em.” Angie turned back to her computer. “Kindly leave my room.”

“Fine, fine,” Stan said, throwing his hands in the air. “We’ll let you get back to…” He squinted at Angie’s computer screen. “Whatever the hell a ‘Spirk slow burn’ is.”

“I thought you said you didn’t like slow burns,” Lute said idly.

“This partic’lar one, I do like,” Angie said. “And I’m eager to get back to it. The author is one of my favorites and he just updated fer the first time in ages. Apparently he had some sort of big, personal drama, and writin’ fanfiction took a backseat ‘cause of it.” She made a shooing gesture with her hands. “Go on, get out. And close the door when ya leave.”

“Sure thing,” Lute said. He and Stan exited Angie’s room, Lute closing the door as quietly as he could behind them.

“So-” Stan started. Lute shook his head. “Huh?” Lute gestured for Stan to follow him. They walked down the hall and into Lute’s room. “What was that about?”

“Angie’s got awful good hearin’. I don’t want to risk her catchin’ wind of our plans, even if she ain’t likely to hear ‘cause she’s distracted by somethin’ else.”

“Right.” Stan leaned against the wall. “So.”

“So.”

“I was right,” Stan said. Lute frowned. “Hey, I told you just askin’ her wouldn’t work!”

“Then what do you have in mind? Should we do somethin’ sneaky? I ain’t used to bein’ sneaky without Angie bein’ in on it.”

“No need. We’re gonna go with my idea, and my idea’s gonna work. No sneaking around necessary.”

“How so?” Lute asked.

“I’ll tell you on the way.”

“On the way where?”

“To wherever Max is.”

“We’re goin’ to go behind Angie’s back?” Lute squeaked.

“When you say it like that, it sounds dirty.”

“That’s ‘cause it is!”

“Fine, it’s dirty. But it’ll get the job done. Figure out where Max is and we’ll go talk to him,” Stan said. Lute eyed him suspiciously. Stan sighed. “I’m being literal. We’re actually gonna talk to him. We won’t be throwing any punches.”

“Good.”

“Not unless Max throws one first.”

“Oh, Lord.” Lute dragged his hands down his face. “What did I get myself into?”

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Stan shoveled old hay and manure out of the horse stall. All in all, he didn’t mind mucking out the barn as much as he thought he would. Horses turned out to be way less gross than he expected.

“I’m still surprised Max took it so well,” Lute said from the next stall over.

“What did I tell ya?” Stan called back. “I know what I��m doing, Gucket.”

“I’ll only agree once they’re actually done.” Hooves clopped against the concrete floor. Stan looked over his shoulder. Angie was back from her ride with her horse, a palomino named Daisy.

“Who’s gettin’ done?” she asked. She clicked her tongue and pulled on the reins. Daisy came to a stop. In one smooth, effortless motion, Angie dismounted.

“We’re talkin’ about muckin’ out the stalls,” Stan lied.

“Ah. Yeah, it ain’t a bad chore, but it’s a bit time-consumin’, fer sure,” Angie said with a nod. “I’ll drop Daisy off in the paddock ‘n come back to help you fellers out.”

“Thanks!” Lute called.

“No problem. One of these horses is mine, after all.” Angie led Daisy out of the barn. Stan’s head popped up at the faint sound of tires crunching on gravel. He looked over at the driveway. His mouth went dry.

“Shit,” he breathed. Max’s Tesla had pulled up.

“What was that?” Lute asked.

“Max is here.”

“He is?” Max exited the Tesla.

“Yep.”

“Well, maybe he’s just here to peacefully break things off with Angie?”

“I dunno about that, Gucket. He looks pretty damn pissed to me.”

“Uh-oh.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Stan said. Max stormed into the barn. “Hey, Max.”

“Keep my name out yer mouth,” Max snarled. Fury flashed in his amber eyes. Stan winced. “Where’s Angie?” As if on cue, Angie walked back into the barn, carrying Daisy’s saddle and reins. She smiled at Max.

“This is a nice surprise,” she chirped cheerfully.

“Why would ya think that?” Max asked. Angie blinked.

“Ya don’t drop by the barn often. I wish ya got here a few minutes earlier. I could’ve showed ya what I’ve been workin’ on with Daisy.”

“Stop it,” Max snapped. Angie frowned. “You know why I’m here.”

“Uh. No. I don’t.”

“Dammit,” Stan said under his breath. Similarly hushed, but PG-rated, swears sounded from Lute’s stall.

“I’m here ‘cause ya went and sent yer brother ‘n farmhand to break up with me fer you!” Max thundered. Angie gasped. The saddle and reins fell from her hands, tumbling onto the concrete floor.

“I- I most certainly did not do that!”

“Really? ‘Cause they showed up at my house a coupla hours ago and told me that you wanted to break up, but were too nervous ‘bout it, so’s ya chickened out and sent someone to do it for ya.” Max pinched the bridge of his nose. “If ya want to break up with me, just do it yourself. Heck, I would’ve taken a text over Lute ‘n Stan givin’ me the news.”

“I didn’t tell ‘em to break up with ya fer me!”

“…You didn’t?” Max asked softly. Angie shook her head. Max’s shoulders drooped in relief. “So, ya don’t want to break up?”

“I…” Angie looked down at her feet. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then-”

“I don’t know how those two yahoos found out and I sure don’t know what possessed ‘em to break up with you for me, but they- they weren’t wrong,” Angie said. “Fer- fer a while now, I’ve been tryin’ to think of how to handle this.” Max covered his face with his hands. His shoulders shuddered. “I- I can give ya the lil bit of the speech I was workin’ on.”

“No,” Max choked out. “Don’t. Just- just let me walk out of here with some dignity intact.”

“Okay,” Angie said softly. Max turned on his heel and strode out of the barn, furiously wiping away the tears streaming down his face. Angie immediately spun around to glare at Stan and Lute. “What in the Sam Hill did you two do?!” she screamed.

“You said it yourself, you wanted to break up with Max. We took care of it for you,” Stan said.

“Sure, I wanted to end things with him, but I didn’t want you two to do it for me! I-” Angie’s face crumpled. “I was tryin’ to think of a way to end it where we’d walk away with the smallest amount of hurt I could make, and- and the two of ya went and made the hurt worse than I- than I thought would be even possible.” She covered her mouth with her hands, tears spilling onto her cheeks. “I feel- I feel so betrayed,” she sobbed. “How could ya do this to me?!”

“We were just tryin’ to do what was best,” Lute said quietly.

“Well, ya did what was worst!” Angie wailed. Stan winced. Footsteps sounded. Pa and Ma McGucket walked into the barn.

“We saw Max hightail it out of here and figured somethin’ went down,” Ma McGucket said. She caught sight of Angie and immediately made a beeline for her daughter. “Oh, sweetling…” Angie clung to her mother, sobbing.

“Did ya break it off with Max?” Pa McGucket asked. Angie shook her head. “He ended it with you?”

“N-no! They ended things!” Angie said, pointing at Stan and Lute. Pa and Ma McGucket looked over at the boys. “They- they told Max I wanted to break up with him and- and-”

“It was Stan’s idea!” Lute said quickly. Stan glared at him.

“Not cool,” he hissed.

“It don’t matter if it weren’t yer idea, you should’ve known better ‘n to go along with it,” Pa McGucket said firmly. “Both of ya, go to yer rooms. Now.” Stan and Lute dropped their shovels. As they started the long walk of shame back to the house, Pa McGucket joined his wife in comforting Angie.

“I can’t believe we did that,” Lute whispered. “I- why’d I go along with ya?”

“We thought it was the right move to make,” Stan said. Lute shook his head.

“No. I think we both knew it was wrong. But we were too blinded by our jealousy to see that.” Lute put his hands in his pockets. “Well, so much fer gettin’ more time with Angie. It’ll prob’ly be months until she wants to be in even the same room as us.”

They walked through the farmhouse front door and parted ways at the staircase. Lute went upstairs to his room, while Stan continued down the hall on the ground floor to his. He entered his room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Stupid, Stan, stupid! Stan sat on the edge of his bed. The image of Angie breaking down, sobbing so hard it sounded like it hurt, her hair getting damp from her tears, was seared into his brain. Why’d you do that, you fucking idiot?

As if in answer, a new picture of Angie appeared in his mind. When she had ridden in on Daisy mere moments before shit hit the fan. Her caramel-colored hair tossed by the wind, her cheeks pink from excitement, and blue eyes shining with delight. Her sweet smile and bell-like laughter at even the worst of Stan’s jokes. Her sarcasm and kindness and how warm and soft her hands were when she was teaching Stan how to bake biscuits. Her ability to wake butterflies in Stan’s stomach just by stepping into the room.

Stan’s heart plummeted to his feet.

Oh. That’s why.

#spoiler: this ficlet has that italic ''oh'' moment ;)#also I said the boys' plans would be as subtle as a brick and I kept that promise #Modern Stanley McGucket AU #Stanley Pines #Lute McGucket #Angie McGucket #Max Hillcrest #Ma McGucket #Pa McGucket #McGucket Family #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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afterglow-tommylee · 2 years

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Chapter 7. Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Hey my dudes!

Ok maybe I shouldn't have started with that but I'm sorta just jumping in here. Oh it's Tommy by the way. What’s up fuckers!?

Ok fuck, where do I start? I know it's a little early but I feel like I need to properly introduce myself. So, I guess you've all heard by now that Andi and I ... well I guess you can tell by now that...

We kinda have a bit of a thing for each other. Ok I'm totally fuckin' in absolute pure... fuckin' love with her man... fuck - but don't you tell her yet - I gotta tell her, and you'll see when I do... damn...

Ok, ok, so I know what you all are thinking, who the hell does Tommy think he is taking sweet, gorgeous Andi and corrupting her...? Hahaha ok no seriously, before anyone gets their panties in a bunch - though I prefer no panties at all, or like those tiny black lacy ones that show off the ass so... ehem - Ok focus T-Bone, focus.

I know what you all have heard about me so far, that bad boy drummer from Motley Crue, former junkie and convicted felon that married an actress, then divorced an actress then married playboy bunny, then divorced a playboy bunny - er wait no, married a playboy bunny who turned actress, had a sex tape stolen, had two babies back 2 back, then was a convicted felon, then divorced a playboy bunny - who turned actress...and has a woman practically every other week.

Is that about right?

Well that's not true at all - the whole having a woman every other week thing I mean. Yes I have had few women over the years but it's not at all what you think. When I'm single, it's a totally different story. It's on at that point, but after a while I start to miss the whole relationship part y'know? Falling in love, wanting that person every single second, and feeling like you can't live without them. Fuck, do I ever miss that.

I'm a hopeless romantic, and that will never change. I love making a woman feel like she is the only thing in the world and I mean it too. If she's havin' a bad day, I'll throw rose petals down from the front door leading up to the bedroom so that as soon as she walks in, she knows it's all about her. Ever smell rose petals while you're makin' love? With them all over you and your girls ass, fuck that's the best shit let me tell you. When I'm in a relationship, I am faithful, trust me. I know everyone thinks I'm not but I am.

I had no idea that I was hiring a woman manager either. I had a falling out with my previous one and so I called my lawyer to get me out of that contract and see if he could find me a new one. One that would actually understand me, one where I could trust my finances and all that shit. But let me tell you when Andi walked in that office, jeezus I thought I was going to fall off my chair. She was gorgeous! Man, she has everything in all the right places, boobs, ass, cute little lips... the darkest eyes I've ever seen and I lose myself in them everytime I look at her. Damn, I'm gettin' all excited just thinkin' about her.

I have just one question though. How the fuck did Chris Cornell ever let her go? I mean c'mon is he fuckin' crazy or somethin'? Dude...

Anyways, I was surprised she left so quickly after that meeting. I wanted to get to know her so goddamn bad, but she like, totally ran like a bat outta hell. I mean I'm not that scary am I?

I gotta tell you I'm one lucky dude sometimes. That night at the club - a club that I actually own in fact called Venus and when I told her about it later she was all like 'why didn't you tell me that, cause now I feel bad that we bailed to go to the Whiskey' and you know me, I'll do anything to make the girl I'm with feel relaxed and comfortable - so I was just chillin' with some of my dudes over on the far end of the club and I see her with her girl. I was like no fuckin' way! How the fuck did I end up seeing her here? I had to talk to her, I had to. There was no fuckin' way I was lettin' her run from me again so I waited til her friend left and made my move.

I fell hard for her, let me tell you. I fell hard and fast. Some of my most intense relationships always start that way I know, but when I have that instant connection with someone, I want to grab a hold of it and never let go.

When she told me about touring when she first started out, and just knowing what it's like to be on the road all the time, especially with like, fuckin' Pantera? what? I was like, dude this is it. This is my kinda girl. One that completley understands what this fuckin' crazy life is all about AND also keep up with those dudes? Like, how did I get so lucky?

I swear to you, I was not intending for anything to happen that night. All I wanted was just to get to know her. Ok, ok, that's a lie. I thought about just taking her home and placing my lips all over every inch of that gorgeous body of hers a thousand times that night.

Dude... the smell of her, the way she smiled at me, the way she tried to blow me off at the begining but was totally flirting right back... fuck... and once I kissed her it was like fireworks and lightning all at the same time. I hadn't had that feeling in so long. I got caught up in the moment and those soft sweet lips of hers, and how she was so cute and so shy leaning against my bedroom door. It was so unexpected and that's exactly what I love about it. Pure intense chemistry and instant attraction, and I'll be damned if I ever let that go.

So that's the intro to me so far. I don't know if Andi wants me to pop in every once and a while but I'll ask her - hey babe! Babe?! Hello?! - ah figures she can't hear me. Well she can take over from here then. Don't worry I'll be back.

See ya!

#tommy lee #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #tommy lee fanfic

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-Man, I like you. What's you name?

-Uh, Shrek.

-Shrek? Well, you know what I like about you, Shrek?

You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me thing.

I like that. I respect that, Shrek. You all right. Whoo! Look at that.

Who'd want to live in place like that?

-That would be my home.

-Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful. You know you are quite a

decorator. It's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget. I

like that boulder. That is a nice boulder.

-I guess you don't entertain much, do you?

-I like my privacy.

-You know, I do too. That's another thing we have in common. Like I

hate it when you got somebody in your face. You've trying to give them

a hint, and they won't leave. There's that awkward silence.

-Can I stay with you?

-Uh, what?

-Can I stay with you, please?

-Of course!

-Really?

-No.

-Please! I don't wanna go back there! You don't know what it's like to

be considered a freak. Well, maybe you do. But that's why we gotta

stick together. You gotta let me stay! Please! Please!

-Okay! Okay! But one night only.

-Ah! Thank you!

-What are you - - No! No!

-This is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swappin' manly stories,

and in the mornin' I'm makin' waffles.

-Oh!

-Where do, uh, I sleep?

-Outside!

-Oh, well. I guess that's cool. I mean, I don't know you, and you

don't know me, so I guess outside is best, you know.

{Sniffles}

-Here I go.

-Good night.

{Sighs}

-I mean, I do like the outdoors. I'm a donkey. I was born outside.

I'll just be sitting by myself outside, I guess, you know. By myself,

outside.

I'm all alone

There's no one here beside me

{Bubbling}

{Sighs}

{Creaking}

{Sighs}

-I thought I told you to stay outside.

-I'm outside.

{Clattering}

-Well, gents, it's a far cry from the farm, but what choice do we

have?

-It's not home, but it'll do just fune.

-What a lovely bed.

-Got ya.

{Sniffs} I found some cheese.

-Ow! {Grunts}

-Blah! Awful stuff.

-Is that you, Gorder?

-How did you know?

-Enough! What are you doing in my house?

{Grunts}

-Hey!

{Snickers}

-Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad off the table.

-Where are we supposed to put her? The bed's taken.

-Huh?

{Gusps}

{Male voice} What?

-I live in a swamp. I put up signs. I'm a terrifying orge! What do I

have to do get a little privacy?

-Aah!

-Oh, no. No! No!

{Cackling}

-What?

-Quit it.

-Don't push.

{Squeaking}

{Lows}

- What are you doing in my swamp?

{Echoing}

Swamp! Swamp! Swamp!

{Gasping}

-Oh, dear!

-Whoa!

-All right, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go!

Hapaya! Hapaya! Hey!

-Quickly. Come on!

-No, no! No, no. Not there. Not there.

-Oh!

{Sighs}

-Hey, don't look at me. I didn't invite them.

-Oh, gosh, no one invited us.

-What?

-We were forced to come here.

-By who?

-Lord Farquaad.

-He huffed und he puffed und he...... signed an eviction notice.

{Sighs}

-All right. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is?

{Murmuring}

-Oh, I do. I know where he is.

-Does anyone else know where to find him? Anyone at all?

-Me! Me!

-Anyone?

-Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me!

{Sighs}

-Okay, fine. Attention, all fairy tale things. Do not get comfortable.

Your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm gonna see this guy

Farquaad right now and get you all off my land and back where you came

from!

{Cheering}

{Twittering}

-Oh! You! You're comin' with me.

- All right, that's what I like to hear, man. Shrek and Donkey, two

stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it!

-On the road again. Sing it with me, Shrek.

-Hey. Oh, oh!

-I can't wait to get on the road again.

-What did I say about singing?

-Can I whistle?

Kill yourself

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pesterloglog · 4 months

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Aranea Serket, Gamzee Makara, Meenah Peixes, Vriska Serket

Act 6, page 6551-6559

ARANEA: OOF!

GAMZEE: HONK.

ARANEA: Just gr8.

ARANEA: What does she want THIS time?

ARANEA: Shello?

MEENAH: hey twerket

MEENAH: da fuck you think youre doin

ARANEA: I have no idea what you're talking a8out.

MEENAH: bullship

MEENAH: you went after the blue nerds ring

MEENAH: you wearin it now aint you

ARANEA: I couldn't say, Meenah.

ARANEA: I do like to wear jewelry from time to time, just like you.

ARANEA: It's certainly possi8le there is a shiny new ring on my finger.

ARANEA: So what if there is?

MEENAH: aranea so kelp me god

MEENAH: you need to take that shit off right now

MEENAH: throw it in a volcano or somefin and just come home

ARANEA: First, I would appreci8 it if you referred to me as Mindfang.

ARANEA: Remem8er how I've 8een trying to make that 8e a thing l8tely?

ARANEA: Second, I have no intention of discarding this ring, now or ever.

ARANEA: Wheels are already in motion, Meenah.

ARANEA: Irons are heating up as we speak!

MEENAH: wheels

MEENAH: irons

MEENAH: aranea what

MEENAH: mindfang what are you even planning

MEENAH: you gonna meddle?

MEENAH: you gonna meddle i just know it UGH

ARANEA: I am just taking some initi8tive for a change.

ARANEA: Has it occurred to you that it might have 8ecome a little tiresome for me to spend eternity as a 8oring no8ody while so many others got to play important roles in determining the f8 of reality?

ARANEA: Heck, you were 8arely dead for two minutes 8efore you started assem8ling an army!

ARANEA: Even my altern8 universe self got to lead an amazing life. Which is all well and good for HER........

ARANEA: 8ut what a8out ME, Meenah?

ARANEA: Water. 8oat. Me.

MEENAH: yo i feel you on that

MEENAH: trust me gurl

MEENAH: but you do realize youre makin a glubbin mess here

MEENAH: i mean you KNOW this shit aint like

MEENAH: part a the legit chain of events

MEENAH: you arent supposed to be there

ARANEA: Of course I know that.

ARANEA: Like I said, I have a plan.

MEENAH: W)(AT PLAN

ARANEA: I'm going to take over this session.

ARANEA: And then I am going to make sure it never 8ears fruit.

ARANEA: If I can stop this universe from 8eing cre8ted, then the young Lord of Time will never have hatched in the first place.

ARANEA: I won't merely 8e defeating an invinci8le foe. I will 8e erasing all the pain he has ever caused.

MEENAH: uh

MEENAH: serk have you lost it

MEENAH: you know all youre doing is making another doomed timeline where everyone dies right

ARANEA: Of course I know that.

ARANEA: Please, Meenah. Don't insult me. I've given this a lot of thought.

ARANEA: If anyone else attempted this, what you said would 8e true. 8ut I am not just anyone.

ARANEA: I am a very powerful Sylph of Light. I have had millions of sweeps to hone my a8ilities.

ARANEA: As one gifted with the aspect of light, certain outcomes will 8e prone to 8r8king in my favor.

ARANEA: And as an ancient, highly experienced sylph, I wield an unprecedented a8ility to heal.

ARANEA: A doomed timeline is really just an anatomical feature of a much larger organism. Like a capillary which comes to an end, 8ecause it has withered and died.

ARANEA: I 8elieve I will 8e a8le to heal this offshoot.

ARANEA: And with enough time and patience, I am confident I can restore its vitality to such a gr8 extent, it will effectively take over as the alpha timeline, thus reducing English to a lost footnote of paradox space.

ARANEA: Then the new alpha timeline will flourish under my immortal care. I will watch over it for eternity, assuring peace and harmony everywhere. There will 8e a new progeny of universes, and those universes will 8eget more universes, and each will 8enefit from my good grace. I will personally make sure nothing like the English mishap ever occurs again.

ARANEA: I mean, this is mostly theoretical, of course.

ARANEA: 8ut the most important thing here is that I am involved now.

ARANEA: It is vital to all our interests that I at least TRY.

MEENAH: aight

MEENAH: so you just totally flipped your think pan is all

MEENAH: got it

ARANEA: I appreci8 the vote of confidence.

ARANEA: Are we a8out done here?

MEENAH: no

MEENAH: so your timeline healing fantasy aside

MEENAH: your plan is to just waltz in there

MEENAH: an knock over the whole session

MEENAH: you do realize that means youll have to take down my grownup self

MEENAH: like

MEENAH: not to blow my own conch but she is arguably the greatest deadliest most stylin badass who ever lived

ARANEA: I am aware.

ARANEA: 8ut there is no one who is in a 8etter position to deal with her than myself.

ARANEA: After all, who knows you 8etter than I? ::::)

MEENAH: ok yeah but

MEENAH: you aint exactly shoppin for her mindfang

MEENAH: she got all these sick powers yo

ARANEA: It's like I said.

ARANEA: I've had quite a long time to refine my a8ilities.

ARANEA: I will have a few tricks up my sleeve.

MEENAH: man

MEENAH: this is gonna go so terribubbly

ARANEA: Meenah, I must say your attitude is a little surprising.

ARANEA: I thought you were typically gung ho a8out such audacious escapades?

MEENAH: yeah well

MEENAH: theres audacious and then theres bald faced flipping insmanatee

MEENAH: beside

MEENAH: did you ever stop and think about me

ARANEA: What a8out you?

MEENAH: you being alive again

MEENAH: all runnin around stirring up trouble while im still a ghost

MEENAH: im gonna miss you

ARANEA: I'll miss you too, Meenah.

MEENAH: will i ever sea you again

ARANEA: I really don't know.

ARANEA: When you're trying to do the right thing, there is always sacrifice involved.

ARANEA: Remem8er? That's why we all died in the first place.

MEENAH: i guess

ARANEA: 8esides. I'm sure Vriska would approve of my plan.

ARANEA: May8e she can explain my reasoning 8etter than I have.

MEENAH: um no

MEENAH: actually serket deuce isnt down with this at all

ARANEA: What?

ARANEA: She isn't?

MEENAH: nope

MEENAH: she thinks you bein dumb as a fuck

ARANEA: What did she say, exactly?

ARANEA: Were those her exact words?

MEENAH: dunno

MEENAH: this aint the serket twin message reelay service

ARANEA: Is she there with you?

MEENAH: yeah

ARANEA: Can you put her on?

MEENAH: no

MEENAH: call her yourself

MEENAH: NO

MEENAH: bitch dont touch my clam

ARANEA: Very well.

ARANEA: You have 8oth made yourselves a8undantly clear.

ARANEA: I will go it alone. 8ut that's what I was signing up for in the first place, I suppose.

ARANEA: Good8ye, Meenah. Take care.

ARANEA: Now then.

ARANEA: What to do a8out you?

ARANEA: Shall I continue to manipul8 you? Or will you comply with my orders if I decide to loosen my grip?

ARANEA: Perhaps the threat of 8eing controlled again will 8e enough to keep your capricious tendencies in check?

ARANEA: ........

ARANEA: I guess it's a risk.

ARANEA: 8ut you seem so serene and compliant.

ARANEA: Alright. I will 8e gracious, and allow you some free will privileges.

ARANEA: Use them wisely, my trusty jongleur.

GAMZEE: MOTHER FUCK WHO'S ALL THIS FRESH PIMP RYDA I GOT MY WICKED PEEP ON FOR SUDDENLY? IT'S A MOTHER FUCKIN NINJALICIOUS HO-TITTY MIRACLE JACKED UP IN THIS BITCH ASS MOTHER FU--

ARANEA: No.

ARANEA: Oh, wow. No.

ARANEA: You will not ever 8e speaking again. No.

ARANEA: Never, never, never again. Never.

ARANEA: Wow.

ARANEA: And I thought our Makara was awful. At least he had the decency to sew his mouth shut.

ARANEA: Anyway, I have wasted enough time dithering around with fools.

ARANEA: There is much work to 8e done.

#homestuck #aranea serket #gamzee makara #meenah peixes #vriska serket #homestuck act 6 #page 6551 #page 6552 #page 6553 #page 6554 #page 6555 #page 6556 #page 6557 #page 6558 #page 6559 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 2

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leviathans-watching · 3 years

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Hey im not sure if you take request but here i am.

So feel free to ignore this if you're uncomfortable, but ive recently been dealing with a creep asking me uncomfortable questions and just trying to get way to close. Not trying to load my problems here, but can i request the demon brothers reacting to this?

It would really mean a lot

(you can ignore me if you are not comfortable writing something like this)

the brothers defending you from a creep

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (they/them pronouns used)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list

warnings: a creep creeping (non-explicit), vague violence, very brief and vague allusions to (sexual) assualt, cursing

a/n: i am so sorry this is happening to you. i hope you've managed to get them away from you and gotten help. please be safe and take care of yourself. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so stop by <33

➳ lucifer steps in front of you, eyes glowing red. “back. up.” he says firmly, leaving no room for argument. “you’re too close.” the demon tries to argue, but lucifer’s having none of it. “i said back up. no one wants you here, so just leave.” the demon seems to sense he’s angered the most powerful demon in the devildom and backs away, hands raised. once he’s gone lucifer wraps an arm around you, glaring at anyone who stopped to stare at you, attention caught by the confrontation.

➳ mammon is all bark and bite. they’ve made you uncomfortable, and he’s not about to let that slide. “hey, dumbass, what do you think you’re doing?” mammon grits out, hands clenched into fists. “you’re makin’ mc upset. and i hate when mc gets upset.” rarely is mammon serious like this, purely in protective mode. “now scram! get out of here before i make you!” the demon wisely runs, and mammon’s instantly switching to worry, hastily making sure you’re okay.

➳ levi knows he has to step up so he does, putting himself between you and the offending demon. “stop bothering them,” he says quietly, horns slowly forming on his head as he switches to demon form. he’s staring the demon down relentlessly, a ball of magic and energy slowly forming in a silent but sturdy threat. “i hate people like you. creeps like you. if i see you near mc one more time…” he trails off, tail lashing angerly. it’s enough of a warning for the demon, who quickly takes their leave.

➳ satan raises an eyebrow, lip curling into a sneer. “what are you doing here?” he asks snidely, leaning in towards the demon who had been bothering you. “can’t you see you’re not wanted nor needed?” his glare is withering, wrath emanating from his body in almost palpable waves. hand coming to rest on the demon’s shoulder, satan squeezes slightly, claws sinking into their shoulder. “or are you too dim-witted to take a hint? fucking creep,” he spits, fangs glinting in the light. shoving the demon back slightly satan waits until he makes sure they're gone before comforting you.

➳ asmo fixes his eyes on the hand that rests on your arm, the uncomfortable way you’re leaning away from the demon. in an instant, he’s at your side, hand coming down to tear theirs off of your arm. “if i’m reading this right,” he says, faux-pleasantly, “then mc isn’t into this. surely you wouldn’t keep pushing when someone said no already now, would you?” asmo looks dangerous then, truly demonic, but you feel no fear, just relieved he was there. the demon shakes his head viciously, and asmo bares his teeth in a painfully fake smile. “good. so what are you still doing here?”

➳ beel stands tall in front of you, looming over the demon who was giving you grief. “what are you doing?” he rumbles, uncharacteristically serious. the demon tries to sputter out a remark but beel doesn't want to hear it. “don.t care. get out of here before i eat you.” the demon leaves with a dirty look towards you, and beel has to resit the urge to devour him anyway. “you alright?” he asks you, softening his tone. “they didn’t do anything, did they?”

➳ belphie isn’t known for his patience, and this makes itself abundantly clear when he intervenes in the conversation you were struggling to get out of, attaching himself to you. “you ready to go?” he asks, but before you can nod, the demon tries to interject. “i’m not asking you,” belphie says dangerously, hissing the words. “so shut your worthless mouth.” you nod, and belphie whisks you away, already plotting the ‘accidental accident that demon was going to be in.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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HSLOT PHILLY

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Harry is predictable.

He falls into the same patterns during every tour since he was on the Up All Night with One Direction.

The excitement that comes with the first couple of shows begins to fade as he starts his world wide tour that doesn’t end for nearly eight months.

His constant adrenaline wears off and his exhaustion from not having toured in two years settles deep in his bones.

YN senses it from a mile away, has nearly eleven years experience dealing with her jet-lagged, exhausted, and stubborn husband.

It hits the day of the Philadelphia show, they got in late the night before, and YN always set her alarm for seven thirty in the morning to workout.

Ninety-five percent of the time, Harry got up with her and they either did a jog around the new city or they took advantage of the in-hotel gym.

Four percent of the time, he would whine and tug the comforter over his head, whimpering, “M’too tired, baby. Stay in bed w’me.”

And then the one percent, which was today.

The alarm emits a low, constant beep that rouses YN, in the time she takes to rub her eye and come back into reality - Harry hisses with a sharp edge, “Turn tha’ fuckin’ thing off.”

She bites her tongue at his tone, reaching to turn it off but she can already tell what day they’re going to have.

YN slips out from under the covers and automatically gets a comment from her husband, it another whiney demand, “Cover m’feet, y’too the blanket off them.”

“Yes, your majesty,” YN replies reproachfully, rearranging the blankets before quietly moving around the room to change.

“Stop makin’ so much noise.”

“Turn off tha’ light.”

“S’too early f’this, d’you not care that m’tired?”

She chooses to ignore the remarks, hoping that he can sleep off the attitude.

When YN is about to leave, he grumbles, “Y’need to kiss me goodbye.”

Harry purses his lips for a soft kiss, not moving a muscle, and after that - she leaves to head down to the gym.

YN is required a body guard, definitely when she isn’t with Harry or a group of people, and she decided not to follow those rules today.

She had her TPWK water bottle in hand, a cute workout set on ***, and her AirPods tucked in her ear with some Spice Girls playing.

It’s only about twenty minutes into her exercise, a light jog on the treadmill, that a young girl slips up beside the machine.

YN is kind, stopping the belt to smile for a selfie before the girl scampers off and she resumes her run - music blasting.

However, what YN didn’t know, is that fans had found out early in the morning which hotel they where at and a hoard was rushing towards the small gym.

It’s not even ten minutes later when a swarm of fans in rushing into the work area, lining up around her machine with their phones flashing and recording.

She tries to be nice, “Hey! Uh, I’m just trying to workout. I’m sorry, but no pictures please.”

Then there is loud protest and people shoving each other, begging and pleading for a selfie or for her to sign something - all because she was Harry’s wife.

There is literally no exit to escape to, so she relents and anxiously calls Frank - one of the body guards - to come retrieve her.

The whole way back up to her hotel room, Frank is lecturing her about safety and how she could have gotten hurt.

And when he scans the keycard for her hotel room, she feels her stomach drop because Harry is sat against the kitchen counter.

His brown locks are rumpled and going every which way, just in his briefs that are low on his narrow hips, and absolutely irate expression on his face.

“Are y’fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Harry snaps, brow furrowed and jaw clenched - his arms were crossed tightly against his chest.

“Good morning to you, sunshine,” YN mutters, shutting the door and kicking off her tennis shoes to the side.

“Don’t,” Harry replies sourly, “Please explain t’me why I get woken up by Frank to be told y’getting mobbed in the gym? And y’didn’t to call him.”

YN bristles at his tone, giving him a pointed look as she steps further into the room, “It’s not a big deal. I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Y’right about that, y’weren’t thinkin’. It is a big deal, y’could have gotten hurt - shouldn’t have t’babysit m’own wife,” Harry huffs, stomping back over to the bed and sliding back under the covers.

“You better watch your tone-“

They’re interrupted with a knock to their door, Harry throws the covers over his head and leaves YN to open the door.

It’s Jeff, who barges in with a coffee in one hand, “Come on, H. Did you forget? You have soundcheck early today and then you have to meet with FullStop to review the details of that new merchandise contract.”

“No, move it,” The popstar groans, muffled from the heavy blankets over him, and his manager and wife give each other a knowing look.

“We can’t. Get up, we need to leave in fifteen,” Jeff replies casually, unbothered as he sips from his to-go mug.

It has Harry dramatically ripping off the covers and getting out of bed, as he charges off towards the bathroom, he shouts backwards, “Wish someone would have fuckin’ told me! Like m’manager or m’wife!”

“Oh my god, here we go,” YN groans quietly to Jeff, snatching up the few things she needs for the venue as well as Harry’s and shoving them in his duffle.

He comes out a few moments later, dressed in running shorts and a vintage Queen shirt - going to tug on his Nikes without a word to either.

But in true Harry fashion, even when he’s mad, he’s still a gentleman. He slips the duffle off his wife’s shoulder so she doesn’t have to carry it.

“Thank you,” She murmurs but he avoids eye contact, being the first to open the hotel room and trudge towards the awaiting car.

It’s a quiet ride, Harry looks out the window with a deep frown and puffy eyes - eyes heavy from the lack of sleep.

Usually, he’d be curled into YN - snuggling as close as possible and asking for her to pet his hair to soothe him.

Not today. But he does have his hand on her thigh.

There’s already fans at the arena and Harry doesn’t acknowledge them - keeps his head down and walks quickly into the private entrance past the barricades.

When a irritated fan screams, “Asshole! We waited all night here for you!”

YN watches as Harry goes to turn, to say something but she pushes him forward through the door to prevent him from doing something he’d regret when wasn’t in a foul mood.

They manage through the long hallways, filled with bustling tour crew, and everybody there to make the show happen.

Sound check isn’t as fun as it usually is, the band stays low-key when Harry does exactly what he needs to do and nothing more.

And after the merch meeting, Harry has reached his limit apparently.

He was so tired, so fucking moody that he couldn’t deal with anymore human interaction.

YN has to step in when she gets a text from Harry Lambert.

Come get your husband. Sarah’s Kitchen.

She sighs, excusing herself from hanging out with Jeff and Glenne - she can hear him from the hallway and now she’s finally get irritated.

“I asked for that specific brand. It’s literally one of the only things I’ve asked for on this tour.”

YN takes a deep breathe before stepping in, there are crew trying not to stare as Harry complains to Sarah about something unimportant.

“Harry,” She says flatly, “Come on.”

He snatches his water bottle and follows his wife out without another word, trailing behind until they end up in his dressing room.

“You need to stop. You’re being a literal nightmare today,” YN tells him, watching him as he digs in the duffle.

“Where is m’charger? Did y’not pack it?” He ignores her words.

“I must have forgot. Harry, I know you’re tired but you can’t be treating everyone like-“

Harry pushes back the bag, seething for no reason, “I’ll treat people however the fuck I want!”

“You’re acting like a spoiled popstar right now,” YN replies, attempting to stay level-headed and calm with him.

“S’my show! M’tour!”

“Yes and everyone is here to support you and you’re treating them like shit. Including me, I’m your wife - the one person in the world that’s here for you no matter what and you’re being downright mean.”

“Y’so fuckin’ sensitive,” Harry mutters angrily, digging around to try to find a charger in a different bag.

And…that stung a bit.

When he doesn’t get a response, he looks up and notices how her demeanor had changed - it brings him back to reality for a little bit.

“I’m not going to stay here and be talked to like that because you don’t feel good. I’ll leave you alone because you are being insufferable.”

“Bab-“

YN is already out the door, storming back to Sarah’s kitchen to apologize for her husband’s diva behavior and everyone shrugs her off - knowing it’s not her fault.

She is sat down with the band and a few others when her husband saunters in, he doesn’t look at anyone else as he walks up to his wife.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” He mumbles, his warm hand coming to cup her shoulder.

“Harry,” YN says back, they’ve been together for so long that those words are all she needs to say for him to formulate a response.

“Come nap w’me please, need you. I’ll apologize t’you,” Harry says, his palm encompassing and big on her.

“Harry,” She repeats.

The crew looks on in amusement as Harry huffs, he lifts his head and speaks loudly to the room at once, “I apologize for my behavior. I have no excuse for getting upset like I have been today. I hope you guys can forgive me.”

Everyone assures him that they forgive him, most of them have dealt with actual spoiled celebrities and Harry was just having a bad day (which still really wasn’t that bad.)

“Okay, come on, bunny,” YN agrees, satisfied and can’t help but smile a bit when she stands up and Harry automatically intertwines their fingers to hold her hand.

The sofa in his dressing room folds out to be a bed and they still had hours before the show.

Once they’ve locked the doo and settled down on the mattress - they’re both laying on their sides, facing each other.

“M’sorry, darlin’,” Harry whispers, “I haven’t been very nice t’you today. I was just upset about the gym thing and just being so tired.”

YN hums, combing throwing his fluffy curls with her fingers as his hands explore over her hips and belly like always.

“You always get like this every once in a while on tour, like a little spoiled popstar,” YN says softly, no sharpness in her tone, “You also need to be nice to your wife.”

“M’always nice t’my wife,” He mumbles childishly, leaning forward to nip at her chin, “I am sorry, know tha’ when I act like that it embarrasses you.”

“You’re better than acting like that,” YN reminds him, allowing him to tug her into his warm, now bare chest, “I’m never gonna let you turn into some fame monster. You’re gonna stay the kind, funny, compassionate person I met when I was young.”

And when YN doesn’t get a reply, she glances to see Harry’s eyes shut, mouth slightly parted as he breathes rhythmically and his entire face relaxes as he sleeps.

“Still my boy,” YN murmurs lovingly, nuzzling before letting sleep overtake her.

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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messing with a gemini | chris evans

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SUMMARY || chris is a gemini, so you should expect nothing less than snide remarks, witty charm, and mind-blowing sex.

PAIRING || chris evans x reader

WORD COUNT || 1,902 words

WARNINGS || banter, teasing, cocky!chris, definite praise kink, light choking kink, chris goes down on the reader, fingering, oral, drinking, unprotected sex, both smutty, soft, and teasing — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

NOTES || mmmmgmmgmgmgmgmg yeah

The sound of the door shutting can only mean one thing.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” you greet him, not turning around to face him.

“Sweetheart if you don’t learn to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, I’ll do it for you.”

Another snide remark, another sly smirk, and another roll of your eyes as Chris slides past you with a cup of tea in his hands.

“You couldn’t make me if you tried.” You spat back, narrowing your eyes at him as you watched him quirk an eyebrow; intrigued at your comment.

“Is that a challenge? Because you know I never back down from you.” He replies cooly, folding his arms over his chest before taking a sip of his hot drink.

“Ah yes, how could I forget,” you feign enthusiasm, “you’re a Gemini.” You deadpan and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

He kicks his foot off the wall behind him, “you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.” He winks, brushing past your shoulder as you scoff.

He’s gonna out of your sight before you have the chance to say anything else, letting out an exasperated sigh as you will yourself to calm down.

“Hey!” Someone shouts through the trailer door, “can you run down to makeup for backup?” You don’t get to answer.

“Thanks!”

Before whoever it was slammed the door shut and you let out another frustrated groan.

You knew what you signed up for, you weren’t head of makeup. You weren’t even assistant head. No, you were one of the nobodies.

Someone they hire to run from one end of set to the other only to get yelled at for not having enough brushes or the right shade of a palette.

It was almost poetic.

“Hey, I’m here, what did you guys need?” You ask as you put on a fake smile and enter the makeup trailer.

The trailer where Chris is sat getting his hair done.

Your blood boiled, wasn’t he supposed to be a charmer? A sweetheart? Maybe he was just really getting into character?

“Can you sweep the floor and make sure there’s no more hair?”

You had to physically fight the urge to drop your face, “sure!”

You grabbed the broom, feeling embarrassed as you quietly sunk into the background as you felt Chris’ eyes on you.

A few medial, mind numbing tasks later and it was closing in on 2am. Your notification-less phone screen lit up the empty trailer you were left to clean up.

Not that you really minded.

You find solace in the only time of the day where things seem to slow down. You also didn’t hate being alone where you could listen to music and clean hairbrushes.

“So this is what you do after we cut.” The sound of Chris’ laugh startles you as you let out a soft yelp.

He has a soft smile on his face, almost unrecognizable without his beard.

“I thought I was alone,” you reply meekly, turning the volume lower on your phone as Chris shook his head.

“Oh, I know,” he laughs, “I don’t think anyone would be belting out Queen like that if they didn’t think they were alone.”

Once again, you feel embarrassed in front of him, shaking your head.

“Whatever,” you try to brush it off. “Did you need something?” You ask as he shakes his head.

“I was just checkin’ in on you.” He replies and you’re a little taken aback.

“Oh, well thanks, but I’m okay. Just finishing up cleaning.” You said with a tight lipped smile and a nod of your head.

Chris stands there for a second, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks over his shoulder before clearing his throat.

“Well uh, some of the cast and crew are havin’ some drinks and pizza later, if you wanted to tag along.”

The invite makes your stomach drop into your lower belly as you open your mouth.

You have to take a moment to formulate the words.

“It’s getting pretty late, I think I’m just gonna head back to my hotel room. Parties aren’t really my thing.” You joke, lightening the mood as Chris cracks a smile.

“Sure thing, sweetheart. The invites always there,” he says before turning on his heels and leaving you to yourself.

Chris Evans was an enigma that you didn’t think you’d ever crack.

The soft knock at your door caused your neck to snap in its direction, uncrossing your legs as you slid off the too big hotel bed and looked through the peep hole.

It was hard to make out the figure, but it looked like...no, it couldn’t be.

“Chris?” His name slipped through your lips as you opened the door.

He beamed a smile as he held up a case of beer and box of pizza.

“Turns out, parties aren’t my thing either.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you moved aside to let him in.

“And you decided that coming to my room at,” you had to check the time, “3:16 in the morning was the logical thing to do?”

He set everything down on the coffee table before hopping onto your bed, “yup.”

You had to roll your eyes as you laughed, closing and locking the door as you stepped in front of him.

“C’mon kid,” oh, why did that do something to you?

“You work hard every day of the week, you deserve one night to not care about anything.” His words were gentle as he stood up to grab a beer.

“Want one?” He asked, holding a beer up as you replayed his words.

“Sure,” he was right, you do deserve a break.

You both took a seat on the small, uncomfortable couch in the room as you took a sip. Well, it was beer.

“So,” you broke the silence, “the Chris Evans doesn’t like parties?” You quirked an amused eyebrow as he laughed.

“Maybe I wanted to escape to see you, is that so bad?” He said, licking his bottom lip; not breaking eye contact.

You shook your head, “such a fucking Gemini,” you mumble as Chris smirks.

“What did I say about that smart mouth of yours?” He eggs you on, leaning forward and giving your knee a squeeze.

“I don’t remember.” You bite back, feeling your heart kicking in your chest as you feel his breath fanning over your face.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson or two then, hmm?” He purrs, running his free hand up your neck and resting it there.

“I dare you,” you mumble, transfixed on the feeling of his warm hands on you.

The dominos fall and Chris’ lips are meshed with yours, the faint taste of beer on them as you wrap your fingers in the collar of his shirt.

“You know I never back down from a challenge,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed.

He pushes you onto it, the sheets around you as the weight of Chris’ body pushed you further into it.

“Ah ah,” he tsks when you let out a soft moan, “I thought I told you to keep quiet for me.”

You swallow thickly, throat dry and lips parted as you gasp when you can feel the weight of him between your hips.

“Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl?” He purrs, absolutely knowing what it does to you as you writhe under him.

“Good,” he hums. “Now let’s see how good you are when I’m between your legs makin’ then shake.”

His wink doesn’t go unnoticed by you as your clothes are shed, his coming off until he’s left in nothing but his boxers.

There’s little left to the imagination, the outline of his cock clear as he wraps his hands around your ankles and tugs you down to the end of the bed.

You yelp, sliding off the pillows as he sinks to his knees, hungry eyes just waiting to taste you.

“Look at you,” he cooes, “drippin’ at the thought of me between your thighs?” He mocks, cocking his head to side as he keeps your legs open.

Chaste kisses are pressed to your inner thighs, gently as you try to stop the plea’s that are begging to slip past your mouth.

“You’re bein’ so patient for me too, good girl.” He praises, he breath over your core is hot as you grab for his hair.

The feeling of his tongue makes you moan and squeeze your legs around his head.

“Mmm,” he hums, “that good already?”

If he wasn’t buried between your legs you might’ve, just might’ve had the courage to roll your eyes.

His fingers tease your entrance as his mouth works over your clit.

There’s no holding back now.

You don’t care how loud you’re being, giving into the sensation as he works you to the edge, your legs shaking.

“You wanna come, don’t you, pretty girl?” Yes, God, yes.

“Well that’s too bad,” he taunts making you let out a whine.

“Not until I’m buried deep ‘side of you,” he grunts, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes until he’s crawling back over you with a condom in his hand.

You’re still dizzy, slightly angry from your denied orgasm, but wanting nothing more than to feel him stretching you out.

“You think you’re ready for my cock,” he smirks teasingly as you feel him at your entrance.

You whine, bringing his lips to your but he stops you at the last second.

“Uh uh baby, I wanna hear you beg for it.” He taunts, nose brushing yours.

“Fuck,” you whimper, “please, just fuck me.” You beg, eyes meeting his.

That’s all he needs before he’s slowly sinking into you, watching your face contort in immeasurable pleasure.

“Feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunts, “so tight and warm.”

Your fingers dig into his speckled back, finding your ground as you dig into the soft skin as he thrusts into you.

Suddenly, the only think you can think about is how good this feels.

“My pretty girl,” he whispers, bending your one leg at the knee to get a deeper angle.

“Takin’ my cock so goddamn well,” he grunts, “gonna make me come.”

His words send a shiver down your spine as your walls flutter around him. He drops on one of his elbows, getting impossibly close to you.

“You’re gonna come too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He teases, lips on yours swallowing every moan before you feel a hand around your throat.

“Look at me when you come, baby,” he purrs, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to the column of your throat.

“Wanna see you come for me,” he smirks, his thrusts getting harsher before you feel yourself giving into your orgasm.

Your body shakes as your mouth falls open, his name a breathy moan before you feel his hips stuttering.

He sounds exhausted after he spills inside of you, tumbling on top of you as you’re left in sweaty silence as you’re left with nothing to do but run your fingers through his dampened hair.

“Gemini or not, you’re what made me weak in the knees, sweetheart.” Chris whispers, eyes on yours as you feel a flutter in your heart.

“There’s somethin’ about you that I won’t ever grow tired of, that I’m sure about.”

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Hello! Would it be alright to request Scenario 8 for Mammon? ♡♡ I dont know if you take like additional requests onto the prompt but itd be nice if the MC was very soft and never usually got into trouble themselves haha, but thats all! Hope this isnt too much sorry ;3;

Ever since the Doll!MC headcanons I have developed a soft spot for soft MC 😌💓 (I am so sorry for the cornyness lol) but this isn’t Doll!MC it’s just a soft MC. Ngl, I didn’t know whether this was interpreted as MC arguing or Mammon arguing and after rewriting this like 3 times I just went with soft MC being the one arguing. They’re still soft so hope that’s okay 😭! Reader is gender neutral!

Prompt Scenario: “Person B gets into a heated argument with someone. Person B begins threatening them, so Person A picks up Person B and carries/drags them out of the room before anyone gets hurts.” with Mammon!

You and Mammon went to the café after school to study and do some homework, after he convinced you that the “environment” would totally help him focus (where really it was for just a break and some time to spend with you, but you’re fine with that), and dragged you here. You’re trying to help him with his Hexes and Curses homework, but you two are having too much fun eating the variety of pastries and laughing together, so you suggested a quick break to get back focused.

“See MC, told ya this is a good idea!” Taking a bite of your slice of cake, he leaned back, arms folded behind his head. “And look at how much we’re getting done!” Well he wasn’t wrong, he does seem like he’s understanding the material more, and he’s actually getting some of his work done instead of putting it off like usual. Plus, he’s relaxed, genuinely smiling, and that’s enough for you to be smiling too.

“Well you were right! After all, they don’t call you the Great Mammon for nothing.”

“Y-Yeah! You got that right!” He couldn’t even hide the blush on his face quick enough, but you just laughed softly at him, eating some more. “Now, are you ready to do some more work? If we start now we might have time to-”

“Oh my Diavolo, do you ever shut up?”

You both froze, and Mammon looked past your head to pinpoint the source of the voice. Neither of you recognized the demon, but it didn’t take long for Mammon to growl at them. “Oi! Who the hell do you think you’re talking to-”

“Mammon please, it’s okay! I was probably being a little loud”, you tapped his hand and turned to face the demon. “Sorry about that! I didn’t mean to disturb you-”

“You’re really going to listen to this human? What are you, their dog?” He just laughed, wiping a fake tear from his eye. “You’re the Avatar of Greed, supposedly the strongest right under Lucifer himself, and you’re letting this tell you what to do? HAH! How pathetic.”

Mammon opened his mouth, no doubt ready to argue, but you beat him to it.

“Hey! You shouldn’t say that, he’s not pathetic!”

“He is if he’s lowering himself to your standards. Geez, even following that shady wizard Salmon would've been better than this."

"Actually, his name is Solomon, and that's not very nice to say either-"

"Does it look like I care? Cause I don't. All you humans are the same to me anyway; always beneath me."

You just sighed and turned back around, he isn't worth the trouble. Even after your time down here, while most demons have come to terms with bettering the relationship between you two, some still held onto their beliefs and were highly against it. Mammon was fuming across the table, slamming his textbook closed and shoving whatever papers he could inside his bag. He's trying to keep his cool, but just hearing the words coming out of his mouth is making his patience run thin, and he doesn't need to lose control in front of you. "C'mon MC, let's go."

"Huh, Mammon, you sure? We haven't finished our work yet."

"It's fine, we can do it at home. Besides, it's almost time for dinner and Satan's makin' dried blackberry newt legs, and I don't want Beel to eat 'em all again!"

You couldn't stop the guilt from bubbling in your stomach after you saw the fake smile he sent your way, but you understood. Your time was spoiled by this stranger, but you promise to make it up to him in anyway you can! His hand was already on the door, pushing it open-

"Tch, no wonder everybody sees you as a disgrace."

“Oh yeah?! Come say that to my fac-” He spun around, moving his way towards the man-

“What is your problem?”

Mammon is shocked. You, the most delicate and soft-spoken person he’s ever came in contact with, who never gets in trouble, so kind that he swears that you’re an real angel, who hated any type of conflict, is actively arguing in his defense.

"You all are always picking on him, always attacking him for no reason! It's not right, it's not fair, and he doesn't deserve that kind of treatment!" You couldn't stop the tears welling up in your eyes. "Why can't you see how much that hurts him? Why can't you bring yourself to care?! Just because you're a demon doesn't mean you have to act so heartless!"

Now the café was going quiet, both customers and employees looking on at the dispute.

"You're just being so mean, acting so ugly, and for no reason too! You're talking about how much a disgrace he is, but look at how you're acting. If anything, you're the one being a disgrace right now."

"Do you think I'm going to let a weakling like you talk down to me?!"

"And you think I'm going to let you keep attacking Mammon?!"

“Oh yeah, what are you gonna do about it if I do? Cry some more?”

"No, but what I will do is- EEP!"

You couldn't stop the squeak coming from your lips as you felt yourself being swept off your feet, literally. You got even more flustered when you saw Mammon's exposed chest and felt just how hot his skin was against yours. You felt the breeze of the Devildom air hit your face, and then remember seeing everything in a blur as he took off in the night sky.

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"Hey MC, you okay?"

Mammon stood outside your door with your dinner, fidgeting and shuffling nervously foot to foot. Once you two got home, you stormed to your room, tears barely being held back. He went to follow suit, but was stopped by the others who were both worried and ready to rip him a new one all at once. After being grilled and explaining everything, Lucifer ordered everyone to leave you be for now, and that he will personally see to having this matter resolved. Mammon didn't even eat for dinner, instead taking your plate and rushing to your room, waiting.

He knocked softly on your door again, with no response. That's fine, he'll wait out here all night if he needs to. "I'm sorry about tonight. I-I messed up, I should have stepped in sooner. I'm suppose to be your protector, your first man, and I screwed that up. How am I suppose to be there for you if I can't even protect ya from something like this?"

He doesn't know when the tears started welling in his eyes or when they started to roll down his cheeks, but he didn't care. It wasn't important right now. "Just- I'm sorry, MC. Give me another chance! I care- I care too much about ya to let something happen to you, and I just knew that if we stayed there any longer, I-I don't know what would've happened."

And he wasn't lying. He's the brother known for his patience, and the only one besides Asmo that hasn't transformed out of anger to you, but he could feel his restrain slipping away the more he listened to that man. He couldn't remember the last time he lost his temper and transformed besides from today, and the only thing he could think of is getting you both out of that situation, before he does something that he might regret (or at least, regret doing it in front of you).

"And you stuck up for me, for me, of all people. I don't know how many people would do that", he gave a dry chuckle. "I don't wanna lose you, MC. Even if-if you stay mad at me forever, I won't stop protecting you. I won't stop caring for you. I won't stop loving you-"

The door opened and he dropped the food, after you jumped onto him and he had to catch you. His heart cracked after he heard you sobbing, but he was left dumbfounded after you could hear you laughing too.

"Oh M-M-Mammon, I love you too!"

You weren't mad at him, nowhere near. It's just that you could feel your heart breaking every time this happened, and you never understood why people had to make him their personal punching bag all the time. You hated how everyone treated him like he was unimportant, just a waste of time, and you don't know how many times you almost cried because of it. He always tried to brush it off like it was nothing, and show you a quick smile to try and change the subject, but you could tell that those comments do get to him, no matter how much of a facade he tries to put on.

Peppering his face with kisses, he didn't have it in him to shove you away (not like he was going to anyway, your kisses are to die for). But you still needed to eat, and he wanted to see your face light up when you see that he saved some leftover cake for you guys to share.

After he's done getting attacked and berated, you're always there to pick him up afterwards. Hugging him tightly, murmuring words of comfort, anything that can lift his spirits and show that he's cared for. You always do your best to make sure that he knows that he is loved, even if it's just you showing him. You let it be known that he deserves better, he doesn't deserve that kind of treatment, and you always make sure that you do everything in your power to remind him of that.

He thinks that it’s time to return the favor, and tonight would be a good opportunity to start.

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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a/n: here she is!!! while i work on afl, here is my crackfic on tattoo artist bucky!! if u haven’t caught on yet, most of my writing is au’s because of all the possibilites in terms of scenarios and storylines. anyways, i hope you enjoy, lovies!!! xoxo, ali <3

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[tattoo artist!bucky x fem!reader]

It was like an addiction.

Your first tattoo you got was simple. It was a dainty, small one on your wrist.

But now, it was slowly developing into a sleeve.

Not that you minded, though. Your forearm was slowly becoming filled with designs that you kept going back and getting here and there.

And at the tattoo parlor near your apartment in Brooklyn, you had become a regular at this point.

It was called B&R Tattoo Shop, and it was run by two of the kindest, but most attractive men you’ve ever met.

You’ve come to find out after getting to know the owners, that they opened the shop a bit after they returned from their second tour in the army and wanted to settle back in their hometown.

Steve and James were hospitable to you, especially when they first met you. Steve was the one to meet you and speak with you at first, but he handed you off to James, or Bucky as he asked you to call him, because he was the artist at their shop that specialized in more of what you were looking for in terms of style.

As far as first tattoo conversations go, you and Bucky got to know each other pretty well in one session. The tattoo itself took less than an hour, but it felt like Bucky was... prolonging it in a way, like he wanted to keep you there longer.

As you swung open the door of the shop, you were greeted by their piercer, Natasha.

“Hey, back for another already?” She smirks from her spot behind the desk. While she wasn’t piercing, she usually worked the front if there was no one else free.

Your first tattoo had been done by Bucky, and you instantly fell in love.

With the tattoo.

Well, Bucky too. Just a little bit.

He was extremely soothing and eased you into the process of tattooing you. He told you when something was going to happen, and as soon as you got used to the feeling of the needle against your skin.

The more he talked to you, the less pain you felt. It was already not that painful, but you almost forgot about it with him talking to you. When he looked up to you as he finished, you looked like a confused puppy.

“Okay, all done, doll.” Bucky looked up at you, moving to turn off his machine.

“Oh... that was fast.” You furrowed your brows.

“Well, yeah, we moved pretty fast since it was a pretty small piece.” He explains, grabbing a paper towel and the anti-bacterial spray.

“Do you mind if I take a quick picture of it? I usually do, for my portfolio.” Bucky asks, inspecting the tattoo closely once again.

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine.” You wait for him to pull out his camera, take the picture, and he comes back with a piece of plastic film in his hand.

“Okay, so this saniderm has to stay on for about three days. This is how it’ll heal, and when you take it off just wash it up with a gentle soap and use a cream without any fragrance or any of that crap. I can give you a little of that spray if you wanna use it to clean it up if you ever feel like it’s dirty.” Bucky explains, giving you a mini bottle of the antibacterial spray.

“Thank you,” you say, moving to sit up in the chair. “How much do I owe you?”

“Uh, just about $40.” Bucky says without eye contact, heading to the computer at the front counter.

“$40? That’s it? When I signed the waiver it said the shop minimum was $75...?” You wonder out loud.

“Let’s just say you get a special discount, doll.” He smirks, typing something into the computer and only sparing you a glance.

“O-Oh. Alright.” You say sheepishly, handing him your credit card.

“Okay, you’re all set. Hopefully I’ll see you again soon.” He tells you with a gentle smile. It really contrasted his aura; a big, beefy guy with a metal prosthetic arm, covered in probably hundreds of tattoos. But here he was, smiling like sunshine.

“I think I will be. Have a nice day, Bucky.”

“You too, sweetheart.” He gives you that smirk again, making you feel like you might actually pass out. And not because you just had a needle jabbed into your skin for almost an hour.

“Uh, I already talked to Bucky for my session today. I know I’m a bit early, I can wait if he’s still working on someone else.” You tell Natasha with a smile.

“Sure, let me get you your waiver.” She says, and you plop down into one of the chairs at the front and pulling out your book to pass time after filling out the form.

After a few minutes, Bucky emerges with a girl from his little tattooing corner.

You hear his voice first, looking up from the book while he talks to her.

“Okay, since this was your first piece and pretty small, I’ll only charge ya $55 for it, doll.” Bucky tells the girl with a smile, and you immediately feel a pang in your chest.

You didn’t want to say you were jealous, but goddamn it, your breathing became just a little more shallow at the sight you were currently witnessing.

Even Natasha and Steve turned their heads to him, confused looks on both of their faces.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re here! C’mon back, I’m sure Nat already set you up with your waiver.” You nod, not saying a word as you follow him to the familiar chair.

“So, are we still doing what we discussed on the phone?” Bucky asks, setting up his area to tattoo you.

“Actually, I was thinking something different.” You say sharply.

“Different?” The shock is evident on his features.

“Yeah. Different. Just want a little something on my collarbone.” You say, sitting down.

“O-Okay... what were you thinking of?” He asks, pulling out his sketchbook.

“I want an olive branch, going from here to here.” You show him where you want it to start and end. It was a bit of a stretch right across the left side of your chest. “Something simple and minimal. I’ve been thinking of starting the top of my sleeve, this might be a good way to transition into it.” You say nonchalantly.

“Uhm... alright. How does this look?” Bucky asks, showing you his sketch. “I would, of course, add more detail to your liking, just let me know.”

“Yeah, I want some more shading, please.” You say shortly. You honestly weren’t trying to be mean, but you were irritated.

But in the end, you really had no right to be.

After almost ten sessions with Bucky, he hasn’t made any indication that he likes you the way you like him.

Sure, he calls you pet names, but he does that to everyone. Even discounts. You weren’t special. He was just being nice and doing his job.

So honestly, you had to cut the act here.

“Are you sure this is what you want? Are you saving the other design for our next session?” Bucky asks, growing more and more concerned with your odd behavior. Usually you would talk to him about your day, how work was, really anything.

“I don’t know. I think I might ask Steve to do that one instead.” You say out of spite, more than anything. You would never take a design that Bucky made specially for you to another person to tattoo on you, even if it was his own business partner.

“Wha- Why? Did I do something? You’ve been acting really weird today...” Bucky questions you carefully. “Talk to me, doll. Did you have a bad day at work?”

But that, that right there, was your breaking point. Doll.

“No, I’m fine. Let’s just get this done.” You huff, laying down after nodding to the sketch that Bucky drew out.

Bucky’s brows furrowed even further, but didn’t ask any more questions. He laid down the stencil and asked if the placement was alright. You looked in the mirror he handed you and nodded briefly.

The entire time Bucky had the machine in his hand, neither of you spoke a word. He tried to make brief conversation, but you only responded with a hum or nod.

When he finally finished up, you got up and headed to the counter without a word after looking at the finished tattoo in the mirror.

Your face was blank, emotionless, and Bucky was truly lost.

After you paid the full price of your piece, you walked out of the shop, not even sparing anyone a glance.

Once you left, the shop was dead silent. Everyone either just finished up with a client or didn’t have any at the moment, and the shop was blanketed in an extremely uncomfortable silence.

“What the hell was that, man?” Sam’s voice broke the silence, making Bucky’s head snap towards him.

“I-I... I have no idea. She was acting so...so weird today.” Bucky looked more confused than ever.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Natasha’s voice cuts through the palpable silence.

“Wh- What the hell did I do? I asked her too, and she didn’t give me an answer...” Bucky mumbles.

“Do you like her?” She fires back with a fire in her eyes.

“W-Well, yeah. She’s a regular.” Bucky answers, looking at his fiddling hands.

“Not like that, you dunce. You know what I mean, don’t act dumb.” Natasha rolls her eyes.

Bucky sighs, not making eye contact yet again.

“I-... I do like her.” He says. “But I don’t think she feels the same.”

“Jesus fucking Christ... You really are a dumbass.” Sam sighs out.

Steve snorts at his words, nodding in agreement.

“Buck, she got jealous.” He explains, shaking his head at his best friend’s obliviousness.

“J-Jealous? Of what?” Bucky scoffs in shock.

“That girl you had right before her. Gave her a discount, called her pet names. The whole shabang.” Natasha points out to him. “Also, you gotta stop giving out discounts like that. You’ll lose more money than you’re makin’.” Natasha scoffs.

“Wh- But... She never said anything...?” Bucky thinks back to all the times you’ve sat in his chair. You never made any indication that you were outwardly interested in him.

“I think she said enough today without actually saying much.” Steve laughs. His friend was a real idiot.

“I... But, why didn’t she say anything before?” Bucky asked.

“Buck, you never said anything either. I guess that when she heard you talk to that girl like that, she thought you really didn’t like her like that at all. You treated that girl the same way you treat her.” Natasha explains to Bucky, who had a look of realization on his face.

“But... I was just... being nice...” He says with his head in his hands.

“Well, now she thinks you do that with all you clients, so...” Sam says, making the brunet’s head shoot up.

“Fuck. Fuck. I fucked up everything!” He exclaims. “I-I do like her!”

“Well, don’t tell us that, tell her!” Sam shouts back to him, and before Bucky can process, he’s pulling out his phone and dialing your phone number.

“C’mon, pick up, pick up,” He mumbles repeatedly, but the call goes to voicemail. “Fuck.”

“Not pickin’ up?” Steve questions, coming to the front and picking up the shop phone. “Gimme her number, she’s doesn’t have to shop saved to her phone, right?”

“No, I don’t think she does.” Bucky says, watching as Steve dials your number.

“Hello?” Your voice sounds annoyed as it filters through the phone. “Who’s this?”

“Uh, Y/N! Hi!” Steve speaks, looking at Bucky in a panic, his facial expression screaming, ‘talk to her!’

“Steve? What’s up?” You ask, wondering what he needed.

“You uhh... you forgot your book here!” He blurts out, trying to find an excuse, but quickly found one upon seeing your book resting on the seat where you were waiting.

“O-Oh... I guess I’ll just turn around. I’ll be there in a few. Thanks, Steve.” You say, ready to hang up.

“O-Okay. Bye, Y/N.” He clears his throat, hanging up. “You have like, ten minutes to get your shit together and talk to her when she gets here. Good luck.” Steve pats Bucky on the shoulder, ready to haul Natasha and Sam to the back to give you two some privacy.

Bucky thought that this was the longest ten minutes of his life, and he was trying to conjure up a speech in his head to confess to you.

Finally, when you did appear through the doors, you looked lost. You only saw Bucky, which made you even more aggravated from the fact that you had to turn back around.

You were ready to head home and wallow in peace, but alas, you wanted your book.

Bucky just watched as you picked up the book from his grasp across the desk, your eyes not meeting his while he kept his gaze on you very intently.

Just as you turned around to leave, Bucky’s voice cut through the unbearable silence.

“Y/N?” He simply asks, and you feel like the wind’s been knocked out of your lungs at the sound of his small voice. This wasn’t the Bucky you knew and... loved.

“Yes, James?” You simply respond, and Bucky cringes at the sound of his first name being used.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“...Why? Is everything alright?” And although your voice didn’t give it away, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Any possible scenario popped into your head. He has a girlfriend. He’s gonna tell you he doesn’t wanna see you anymore. He-

“E-Everything’s fine, doll. Just wanted to tell you that... That I...” Bucky’s voice sounded strained, like there was something caught in his throat.

“Bucky, just spit it out.” You say, wanting to leave already.

“It’s just- I like you. A lot. And I’m so sorry for earlier with that other client. I was just trying to be nice, but I realized how that looked to you, and I never thought anything of it because I didn’t know if you liked me back or-” Bucky was rambling, and your eyes were wide as saucers.

“Bucky, Bucky stop. Let me talk before you drive your own head in with conclusions,” you say, resting your hand on top of his on the desk.

“I like you a lot, too. I didn’t think you like me either because of that girl before me. You just- you treated her the same way you treated me, and I got jealous. I know I didn’t have the right to be, but it just made me think that... that you didn’t feel the same way about me, that I was just another client to you. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, and also for being kind of a bitch to you...” Now you were the one rambling, your hands flying all over the place in explanation.

“D-Doll, I never wanted to make you feel that way. I’m sorry, too. I should’ve told you before, before I almost blew everything with you that we’ve been building these past months.” He says placing one large tattooed hand and one metal hand on the sides of your face. “But I’m not gonna miss my chance again. Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I-I would love to, Bucky. Took you long enough to ask me.” You giggle, holding onto the hands on your face.

“Yeah, well, I’m kind of an idiot, if you haven’t already noticed.” He laughs, gazing into your eyes with a look that almost turned you to mush in his hands.

“Do... do ya wanna go now?” You ask, nodding your head to the door.

“Sure, let me go grab my jacket from the back.” He tells you, and you nod, watching as he keeps his eyes on you until he disappears to the back.

“My man, who would’ve thought you’d finally man up?” Sam ridicules him as soon as Bucky appears.

“Dude, shut up. I got a date to get to, see you losers later.” He rolls his eyes, moving back out where you’re smiling at him.

“Ready, angel?” Bucky asks, slipping his hand into yours.

“Ready, handsome.” You reply, and as soon as you step out into the fall air, you plant a kiss on his cheek. “Where to, lover boy?”

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babbushka · 3 years

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*insert Bernie voice* I am once again asking for a Clyde blurb for size kink 😩❤️❤️❤️

1.2k, NSFW (soft dom!Clyde, size kink, car sex, semi-nudity in public)

Late at night, when his shifts drag on into the 2’am hour, you get a real strong desire for your man, your Clyde. Sometimes, if you’re in a desperate enough mood for him, you’ll drive on down to Duck Tape and spring your achin’ need on him, and he’s happy enough to comply. But sometimes, you’re too desperate, and you can barely throw enough clothes on to be decent, so Clyde’s gotta meet you at the car.

You’ve called him to let him know you’re on the way for one of those times, and when you pull up to the front of the parkin’ lot, the place jam packed for bein’ a weekend and all, Clyde’s already waiting for you.

Damn it all, was he big. Six foot three without his boots on, and seemingly just as wide. A proper fuckin’ line backer, your Clyde was, and he’s heading your way. One of the things that was so tantalizin’ about him, was the way he was solid, real solid, all the way through. He didn’t have any curves really, he was thick, a brick wall. It made your mouth water, made your hands tap tap tap on the steerin’ wheel in anxious need.

“Hey there lil’ lady,” Clyde opens the rear passenger side door, cuttin’ right to the chase, “Heard you were in need of a good fuckin’.”

“Clyde please, I missed you too bad.” You whine, eagerly climbing over the center console and landing right in his lap, your legs straddling his strong thighs.

“I’ve got ya darlin’, don’t go apologizin’, I’ve got ya.” With a deep rumbling chuckle in his chest, Clyde tugs his cock out and strokes it with his good hand, mouth already seeking yours as you wriggle and whine impatiently above him. He nips at your bottom lip and orders, “Spread them pretty legs for me real nice and slow, let me see her.”

You’re in nothing but a see-through robe, one of the ones Clyde got you as a joke gift one valentine’s day, the mesh type with feathers around the hem and the cuffs. It does absolutely nothing to conceal any part of your body, but you do as he says, spreading your legs, wanting to be good for him.

“I should be punsihin’ you for showin’ up to the bar naked.” Clyde jerks himself off for a minute or two until his cock is so hard it’s got that delicious curve that you’re anxious to get stuffed up into your cunt.

“I’m not naked! I’ve...” You gesture down to the flimsy and see-through robe, huffin’ out a laugh, “Well I’ve got somethin’ on.”

“Not enough sugar, what if I wanted you to come in for a drink? Say hello t’some friends?” Clyde taps the side of your thigh then, and you rise up up up onto your knees, the leather of the car seat creakin’ under the shifting of your weight.

“You wouldn’t.” You breathe as you start to sink down on his cock, the head of it teasin’ right at your folds.

“No?”

“Nope, you want me all to yourself, ain’t that right?” You moan on the last word, as you let gravity pull you down onto Clyde’s dick, needing to steel yourself from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so fuckin’ full.

“Fuckin’ hell you’re tight.” He grunts lowly, his hand rubbing circles on your back, eyes shuttin’ tight from it all, “C’mon darlin’ relax for me.”

“I can’t help it you’re -- oh yes! -- you’re so big.” You moan, because he was! He was ten inches of pure fucking power, and all of it was buried down to the hilt inside your body. You can feel the head of his cock knocking against your cervix, and it’s almost painful, but not quite, just so much.

“You like that I’m big?” Clyde eggs you on, an uncharacteristic speech that only tends to come out this late at night, when it’s just the two of you in the whole wide world, “Like how I can fill ya up real good?”

“Yes yes yes, I do, I love it Clyde, fuck I love you.” You’re bouncing on his cock, now that your body has had a minute to adjust, you can’t stop yourself from thrusting down onto it, taking the pleasure that his massive body gives you. You rock and grind your hips against his, your hands clutching and clinging to his shoulder for leverage. He’s so sturdy that he doesn’t barely move even as you bounce and moan wantonly loud.

“Alrigh’ stay quiet for me now, don’t go makin’ me cover that pretty mouth o’yours.” Clyde leans in to kiss at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, and you have half a mind to tell him to gag you anyway, wanting to be stuffed from both ends, all over.

But then that would mean he doesn’t get to touch your clit and make you cry in pleasure, so you shut your mouth and swallow the louder shouts down into somethin’ less attention-grabbin’. It was a full bar after all.

“Come for me darlin’, get what you came here for.” Clyde is close, you can tell just from the husk of his voice, the way he’s startin’ to thrust up into you erratically, no longer as composed as he was.

“Oh fuck!” You suck in a sharp breath, tryin’ not to be loud in case anyone’s in the parkin’ lot, as the two of you come in tandem, the heat from your bodies steaming up the car.

A minute or so later, Clyde helps you off his lap, and buttons himself back up into his jeans. He gets out of the back seat and reaches onto the floor where you’ve stashed a little towel for this exact purpose, and dutifully cleans you down while you grin up at him through hooded eyelids.

“I came to see you too, y’know. It ain’t just about your cock or nothin’, honest.” You say sincerely, and he blushes deeply, his ego shootin’ through the roof.

“I know.” He kisses you gently, that big bear of yours shy and snuggly underneath his hardened exterior, “But I gotta admit, I like that you like it so much. Ain’t never had a girl go so wild over me.”

“Good thing you married then, huh?” You wink, and he blushes even deeper.

“Yep.” He takes a good look at ya, sighs out a little, “I wish I could bring you in for that damn drink. I don’t want you to go just yet.”

“Well, maybe you could lay out here with me for a while? Ain’t like the bar’ll turn to anarchy if you sit with me for a couple more minutes.” You offer, and he nods, takin’ you up on it, climbing back into the rear seat and settling himself on your chest, listenin’ to your heart beat.

The whole damn thing could go up in flames and he wouldn’t give a shit, if it means he gets to sit here with you, he thinks, and even though he doesn’t say it, you hear it anyway, and hold him extra tight for those few golden minutes before you make the drive back home, knowing he’ll be walkin’ through your door again soon for round two.

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Ayato Dark [Prologue]

Monologue

ーー Past the underground waterway,

there’s a portal connecting to the Demon World.

I stood in front of it,

and after taking a deep breath,

gently pressed my hands against the door.

Then pushed.

A heavy sound echoes in response,

as the gates slowly opened.

Seeping through the crack,

was a never-ending darkness.

And thenーー

ー The scene starts in the forest of the Demon World

Yui: ( ...Ayato-kun...I wonder if he’s okay after being so badly injured? )

( ...I’m worried... )

( Either way, I should hurry to the castle so I can confirm whether he’s safe or not! )

( It should stand out amongst the other buildings, so I’m sure I’ll be able to find it if I just get a move on... )

( If I don’t, then... )

...

*HOOOOOWL*

Yui: ...!

( T-That was the howling of a wolf just now, right? )

*HOOOOOWL*

Yui: ( Again! )

( I-I should hide somewhere! )

ー The scene shifts to the abandoned building

Yui: Haah, haah...

( I guess I’m fine for now? )

...Phew...

( I just entered the first building in sight but I wonder if it’s safe here...? )

( ...I wonder what the others are up to right now. )

ー A flashback ensues

Ayato: Rest assured…Chichinashi. You belong to me. No way in hell I’m handin’ you over to some darn wolves!

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( ...Ayato-kun... )

( I want to rush to your side...I’m worried... )

( After all, if something were to happen to Ayato-kun... )

...

*HOOOOOWL*

Yui: ...!!

( N-No way! They’ve chased me this far!? )

*HOOOOOWL*

Yui: ( They’re getting closer. )

( W-What should I do? I don’t know where to run. )

???: ーー Oi!

*Rustle*

Yui: ...!!

Ayato: Shh...! Don’t make a sound...!

Yui: ...A...Ayato-kun...?

Ayato: Yeah, it’s me. So don’t go pissin’ your pants.

Haah...Geez. Why did you come here when you were told to stay behind in the human world...?

You really are an idiot! From today onwards, you’ll be known as ‘Baka Chichinashi’ (1) instead!

Yui: ...S-Sorry...

But...I was worried about you...

Ayato: ...You...

Yui: Say, are your injuries okay now? Did they finish the treatment?

Ayato: Fool. Who do you take me for?

As you can see, I’m in tip-top shaー Ugh...

Yui: A-Are you okay!? Don’t push yourself...

Ayato: Hmph. You should worry ‘bout your own body.

...So, about those wolves...

Yui: I can’t hear them anymore but...

Ayato: ‘Kay, seems like they left. God...

Yui: Y-Yeah...Thank god...

...Ah...But how did you know I was here, Ayato-kun? Is this building close to the castle perhaps?

Ayato: Nah. If anything, the exact opposite.

It’s just...For some reason...I just knew.

As if you were calling for me.

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Ayato: So, you didn’t have another one of your clumsy moments and hurt yourself, right?

Yui: Yeah, I’m fine.

Ayato: Hm...Well, that’s good then.

Yui: Um...Thank you for worrying about me when you’re not having an easy time right now either.

Ayato: W-Worry? I’m not concerned or anythin’! Don’t get the wrong idea! Che...!

Anyway! We can’t stay here forever. Let’s get back to the castle already!

Yui: Yeah...

( How strange...When Ayato-kun’s with me, I suddenly feel this safe... )

Ayato: ...Oi, why are you grinnin’ for by yourself?

Yui: Eh? I-I’m not smiling!

Ayato: Nah, you were definitely smiling! From ear to ear! I saw it with my very own eyes!

Haahn...Don’t tell me you were having dirty thoughts at a time like this?

Yui: Eh!? O-Of course not!? Iーー

???: ーー Playtime is over.

Ayato: ...!? And you are...?

Yui: ( W-Why is he here!? )

A-Ayato-kun, this is Shin-kun’s older brother.

Ayato: ...I see. I get it now.

I thought somethin’ was fishy ‘bout those two, but I guess you guys are also...from this world, huh?

Carla: ...

Ayato: ...! Oi, answer me!! You bastards are Vampires as well, aren’t you!?

???: ーー Vampires? Think again.

I’d rather not get grouped together with you guys ー capiche!?

*THUD*

Ayato: ...!?

ー Ayato collapses

*Thud*

Yui: Ayato-kuーー

???: Woah there. You’ll be coming with us too, Komori Yui-san.

*Thud*

Yui: ( Ah...! Uu... )

ー She collapses as well

Shin: Ahー ...Geez. It’s so hard to hold back and not actually kill them...

So, Nii-san? What should we do next? Do we kill the guy?

Carla: ...Shin. Leave him alone. Take both of them to the manor.

Shin: Roger. Haah, that being said, these two sure are a handful...

*TIMESKIP*

???: ...Oi...

Yui: ( Nn...This voice...? )

Ayato: Are you ‘kay, Chichinashi!? Get a grip...!

ー Yui opens her eyes

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Ayato: ...

...Geez. Even though you were still breathin’, you didn’t move at all like you were dead or somethin’...You’re not hurt anywhere, right?

Yui: Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you...But...Where are we...?

Ayato: Beats me. However, it seems like we were taken back to the human world.

Those Tsukinami guys, the one with the scarf and the other with the eyepatch...It’s probably their manor, no?

Yui: ...I guess so...?

Ayato: Haah. Even if I’m not in the best shape right now ‘cause of the Lunar Eclipse, I still messed up big time...Fuck...

Yui: ...I wonder why they brought us here...?

Ayato: Don’t ask me. ...But well, I doubt they’re gonna give us a warm welcome.

Yui: ...R-Right...

...

Ayato: ...Ugh.

...Oi, how to put this...Don’t make that face.

This isn’t a worst-case scenario or anythin’.

After all, I’m still here by your side! So why should you worry?

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Yeah...!

( He’s right. Ayato-kun’s here with me, so it’ll be okay... )

*Knock knock*

ー Shin enters the room

Shin: Ahー Sorry to interrupt, but do you have a minute?

Ayato: You...!

Shin: Stop, stop! No need to bare your fangs at me right away, don’t you think? I did knock for one, didn’t I?

Ayato: Like that matters one bit! You just dragged us over here for god knows why!?

Now move out of the way. We’re headin’ home.

Shin: I’m afraid you can’t. You two will be heading towards a banquet now after all.

Yui: A-A banquet...?

Shin: Exactly, a party! Sounds lovely, no?

Unlike you crude Vampires, us Founders have class.

Ayato: Founders...!?

Yui: ( Founders...Now that he mentions it... )

ー A flashback ensues

Reiji: In the Demon World, one more species going by the name of the ‘First Bloods’ exists.

They are said to be the ancestors of every species living in the Demon World.

Ayato: The fuck? That’s a first for me. Besides, I’ve never run into one of those over at the Demon World either.

Reiji: Of course not. They suffered defeat in a war against our Father and Demon Lord Burai, before being banished to a castle.

They are forbidden from leaving.

Laito: Then wouldn’t it be impossible for them to show up here in the first place?

Reiji: You are indeed right. But well, they possess the abilities of the wolf, eagle, snake and bat all at once.

Therefore, it would be possible for them to transform into wolves as well. I simply wanted to bring it up as one possible explanation.

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( Could those Wolves have been...? )

Ayato: I’m no expert on Founders, but you guys should be locked up somewhere, no?

Shin: Well, I guess you could say that.

However...Our time of having to endure the suffering has come to an end.

ーー No, we will end it with our own hands.

Yui: ...?

Ayato: Argh! You’re not makin’ any sense!

Anyway! Just get out of the wa...Ugh...

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Shin: Ahーah, are you trying to act tough in front of your girl (2) even though you’re not quite fully recovered yet?

Let me tell you straight-up. You have no chance at getting away from us while severely wounded like that.

If you understand that, you should just listen to us and come to the banquet.

If not...I’m sure even an idiot such as yourself knows what will happen to your little girlfriend over there?

Ayato: ...

Shin: Ah, right. By the way...She’s actually kind of my type, you know?

So you know, I personally wouldn’t be against having some fun with her, if you get what I mean.

You could say I’d love to turn that cute face of hers into a teary mess.

Yui: ...Uu...

Shin: If you don’t mind that, then be my guest and go wild?

Ayato: ...Tsk...

...Fuck...!

Yui: ...

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Shin: ーー Come on in.

Yui: ( It smells good in here... )

( I thought that maybe we’d be moved somewhere else when he brought up the banquet. )

( But are we truly...simply invited? ...But we shouldn’t trust them just yet, right? )

Shin: Take a seat wherever you like.

Ayato: I will do just that! My place isーー

Shin: ーー Wait! That’s where the owner of the manor sits. Good grief. Just how stupid are you?

Ayato: Shut up...!

Yui: A-Ayato-kun. Let’s just sit here together, okay?

Ayato: Che...

Shin: Haha, you really are a disgrace to all Vampires, having a human order you around like that.

Ayato: Aah!? That’s notーー

???: ーー What is this ruckus?

Shin: Hey, Nii-san. Perfect timing. I was having some trouble because our guests tonight don’t seem to have any basic manners.

Carla: ...

Ayato: Che...Starin’ at me like that.

Carla: ...

Ayato: What’s your problem!? Got somethin’ to say to me!? Then speak up!

Shin: Hehe...Too bad. Nii-san would never fall for such an obvious taunt. Anyway, just take a seat for now.

Ayato: ...Che...Fine!

...So? What’s the point behind this farce?

We’re not actually here to enjoy a meal together, right? Get to the point already.

Carla: ...

How pretentious...I truly do pity you for being born a Vampire...

Yui: ( I-I wonder why? I feel as if Carla-san has a perfect grasp on the situation... )

Ayato: Hmph! Don’t talk as if you know me!

Carla: ーー But I do.

You lot are fixated on that woman over here, all because of the heart which has been put inside her body. Am I right?

Yui: Eh...?

( H-How does he know about my heart...? )

Carla: Furthermore...Ayato, you were the first one to attack that heart’s previous owner, were you not? (3)

Ayato: ...

Shin: You guys don’t know anything about us, but we know everything.

That means we’re at an advantage in this situation.

In other words, you guys are on the losing side. I’m sure even an idiot understands that?

Ayato: ...Tsk.

Yui: ( W-What to do? I wonder what they’re after...? )

Shin: Besides...Hehe...

Ayato: ...What?

Shin: Oh noー... I was just thinking you’re quite the pitiful little guy? I almost feel bad for you.

Ayato: What do you mean?

Shin: Oh? I’m sure you know that better than anyone else. If you’ve forgotten, shall I remind you?

Carla: It seems like the lack of love and care you received from your Father Karlheinz...

Combined with Cordelia’s cruel treatment has twisted you quite a bit.

Ayato: Wha...!? Try sayin’ that one more time, you bastard!!

Yui: A-Ayato-kun, calm down...!

Ayato: ...

Carla: Hmph...It appears to me that said woman over there is keeping you in check for now.

However...

People do not change that easily.

Ayato: ...

Shut up...Not another word!!

*SHATTER*

Yui: A-Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! I don’t want to stay here one second longer! Let’s go!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah...!

ー Ayato drags Yui along.

Shin: Ahーahー ... We worked so hard to prepare this banquet and he made a complete mess of it...

Well, in the end, Vampires are nothing but lowlives who can’t go one minute without throwing an angry tantrum.

That being said...They were only here for a little while, but this room already stinks of Vampire...

Honestly, it makes me gag...

Carla: ...Exactly...

ーー Get rid of it. Throw out everything they touched.

Shin: Fufu, gotcha, Nii-san.

ー The scene shifts to the bedroom

Ayato: Fuck...Why is this whole place so damn sturdy!?

My punches don’t have any effect.

Yui: ( We started looking around in search of an exit, but the whole manor is highly secure. )

( So in the end, we had no other choice but to return here... )

Ayato: The fuck’s their problem...? How do they know all those things...?

Yui: ( I wonder what the Founders’ goal is...? )

( Besides, why do they know Ayato-kun that well...? )

Ayato: ...Fuck...

Yui: ( I wonder if there’s anything I can do for him right now...? )

...Hey, Ayato-kun...?

ー She embraces him

*Rustle*

Yui: ( I hugged him in the spur of the moment, I wonder if he’ll get upset...? )

Ayato: Yui...

...

Yui: ( Ah...He wrapped his arms around my back... )

Ayato: ...Haah...

Yui: Don’t worry, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: ...What? Are you trying to comfort me? Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round?

But...Well...Guess it’s fine. Since it’s you...

Hey...Nn...

ー Ayato bites her

Yui: ...Ah...

Ayato: Come on, let me have a little taste.

Yui: ...Go ahead, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Nn...Hah...Nn...

Yui: ( If I can be somewhat helpful to him by being by his side, or by giving him my blood, then I don’t mind that at all. )

( I want to be there for him. ...I’m sure that feeling will never change, no matter what lies ahead. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Since he’s talking about changing her nickname and I never translate ‘Chichinashi’ to English either, I decided to keep it consistent and put the idiot (baka) part in Japanese as well.

(2) 彼女 or ‘kanojo’ can mean both ‘girlfriend’ or ‘she/her’ in Japanese. However, I’m pretty sure Shin usually refers to Yui as あの女 or ‘ano onna’ or something else along those lines, instead of ‘kanojo’. Therefore, I decided to translate it as ‘girlfriend’ in this particular sentence.

(3) I actually had a lot of trouble translating this sentence. The phrase 手をかける or ‘te wo kakeru’ can mean both ‘to lay hands on’ in more of a negative sense, as well as ‘to care for’ or ‘to rear’. However, it doesn’t really make sense for him to say Ayato cared for or looked after Cordelia, so I interpreted it as Carla referring to the fact Ayato was the one who started when the triplets murdered her together.

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