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Here is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race ✨🤍

poured gold 1.7k words | unbeta'd | hurt/comfort @harringrove-relay-race

When he was two years old, Steve clumsily ran down the hall in his home and hit his head on the sharp corner of a little table that sat in the hallway, splitting his skin open as the vase atop came crashing down as he did. The blood ran down his cherub-cheeked face as his mother screamed in horror, his father picking him up in a panic as the three of them rushed out to the car.

While his forehead had been put back together with a few carefully placed stitches, the vase that had crashed to the floor, just after he had, was left in pieces while they had rushed him to the hospital. Once they’d returned back home, the mess had been cleaned and Steve had forgotten all about it – he couldn’t even remember the incident at all, really, with having been so young.

When he turned six, he’d heard his mother exclaim in excitement as the mailman delivered a package to their front door. From atop the steps, peering down silently, he’d watched her unbox the same vase that had been broken all those years before – but now, the cracks had been filled with gold and it was whole once again.

He didn’t understand, at first. Why not throw the vase away in the first place? What good was a broken vase with its flaws now highlighted?

He’d gone downstairs with those questions, scrunching his little face as he listened to his mother patiently explain that she’d sent the vase back to their friends in Japan, who had originally gifted it to their family. It had been returned to her like this, repaired with gold, and she’d explained how the gold made the vase stronger and the flaws were now beautiful. 

“Broken things can be beautiful if you take care of them.”

That had resonated with him, even at such a young age. It just made sense. Imperfections and flaws happened, but that doesn’t mean everything’s ruined. He can fuck up and make amends. He can break and heal stronger than before. 

It gave him hope – for himself, for everyone, for everything. He had the symbol of it sitting in his hallway at home.

And ever since that conversation, whenever he didn’t do well on a test or had a fight with a friend, or his parents fought, Steve often found himself in the hallway, slowly and carefully tracing his fingertips over the cracks of gold and reminding himself that everything would be okay as long as he took care of it. 

He’d been careful with the vase from that day on, admiring it now and then and remembering its reminder, until he relied on it less and less.

Until one night, Halloween night in ‘84, when his heart had felt like that broken vase and his tears were hotter than the blood that had run down his cheeks at the age of two. 

Bullshit. 

Rushing out of Tina’s house, Steve pinches the bridge of his nose as he stumbles to his car, feeling like his heart has shattered into pieces and he’s left cradling them in his palms as he tries not to sob in his car, drunk and lonely and feeling goddamn stupid in his Halloween costume as he makes it inside his empty house. His parents are gone at some other party, thankfully. 

He rips the sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and throws them against the wall in a fit of rage, just to make something else hurt even if it’s useless, with tears burning white-hot in his eyes as his gaze lands on the vase in the hallway.

The gold mocks him and his broken heart.

He goes over, picks it up, and for a second he wants to break it again – on purpose. He wants to prove the gold wrong, prove that flaws are flaws and broken things could be made uglier so easily.

But, with the weight of it resting in his palm, he knows he can’t. 

Instead, he sniffles and holds the vase steady as he gently sways, trails his tearfilled gaze over the golden cracks in the warm light of the hallway as he breathes out a quiet sigh. 

He wouldn’t hurt his mother by destroying it again. He couldn’t.

Setting the vase back down, he goes up to his room to mourn quietly. The loss of love burns and aches sharply in his chest, it quickly attempts to make him bitter and hopeless until he’s sick of it, until it consumes him – but, that’s when he tries to remember the good, the gold of what used to make him smile, what used to make her happy. How they had been happy, once, for a brief, hopeful period of time. He fills those golden thoughts in the cracks of his heart, repairs it to be stronger, like the vase. 

It’s a bittersweet process. Because he knows that she doesn’t love him and he wants to pretend that she does, wants to ask her if she really believes in what she said, but he doesn’t want to know the truth. He doesn’t want to know that their feelings and relationship were bullshit.

Maybe to her they were, and maybe she’ll think that he’s bullshit, but Steve knows he tried. He used to make her smile and laugh and her kisses were soft, they had softened him. And he’ll always be thankful for that, even as he fights off that urge to be bitter and petty. 

Because it’s not easy to find the silver lining in pain, especially when he can’t escape it. 

Especially when days have passed and it’s not his heart cracking open and bleeding, but his face, suffering for the first time from Billy Hargrove.

Billy, whose heart has been cracked open for a long time and forced back into place, with nothing holding its jagged edges together, desperately trying to look like he’s not falling apart – even though Steve can see it from a mile away.

It’s in his eyes. The blue is so dark, so expressive, even when he tries not to be. 

Weeks after Steve’s face has healed and they’ve moved on, with a lingering tension between them whenever they meet in the hallway or whenever Steve catches the blond staring at him in class, they meet at the quarry after the sun has set. 

It’s not planned, this sudden and secret meeting, but Steve still looks at the other boy in the moonlight and mutters a soft ‘hey’ from the hood of his car once Billy gets out of his.

Billy looks at him, for a moment. Walks silently over to Steve and fits himself in between those spread legs, sizes him up. He has a shiner under his left eye. It’s fresh. Steve wants to ask where he got it, but that tension that’s followed them all these weeks has reached its peak and Billy grabs the front of his shirt, pulls him so close that the tip of their noses brush. 

And quietly, in the cool air, his words in a puff of frozen breath, Billy mutters, “You tell anyone about this and I’ll break your face again,” and kisses him.

Steve, numb from the cold and emboldened by the beer he’d been drinking, kisses back. Billy’s lips are warm and he tastes like a menthol cigarette, grabs at Steve in the way he’s been craving and needing as they makeout on the hood of his car, until he’s pulling them off and pushing them into the back seat of the Beemer.

There’s no apologizing, but that’s fine. Steve doesn’t mind. He doesn’t want Billy to apologize and he doesn’t want to apologize, either. What their minds can’t say, their bodies do, in the slow and sweet moments they manage to get together after that night.

They don’t date, according to Billy. He doesn't say it out loud, but he doesn’t want anyone to get close and Steve can see and understand it in the way Billy refuses kisses and doesn’t want to be held outside of sex. 

But, he sees the unshed tears in those stormy eyes one January night and knows how desperately Billy is trying to not give in to the softness Steve offers him. He can feel how hard Billy grips onto him in his sleep. He feels how soft Billy eventually kisses him on a warm March night, just before the blond’s birthday, the warmth of his lips welcoming him in silently – a wordless agreement to see and be seen. An unspoken promise, maybe.

It’s a slow process – to love Billy. But, Steve is patient. Because whenever Billy lets him see those chips and cracks in his heart, that’s when Steve pours his gold into them, mending those breaks with his love. Because Billy is broken and they both understand that, but that doesn’t mean he’s a lost cause. Steve’s got a lot of love to give, even after the pain he’s felt. He’s hopeless.

But, Steve watches how his boyfriend’s smile begins to reach his eyes by the time June comes around and Billy’s sleeping over more, now that they’ve graduated. They grow closer as they plan their great escape to Chicago, whispering secrets at midnight and laughing and crying together as the days pass. Steve notices how the blond leans into his touch, seeking it out and, eventually, initiating it. And it’s beautiful that he cries openly and lets Steve hold him and sits with his emotions with him, for as long as Billy needs, while Billy does the same for him.

And one night, when his boyfriend is feeling low and vulnerable and hopeless, Billy hiccups from his spilled tears and asks Steve why he bothers and how he has the energy to care about him. 

As if it’s a hard thing to do.

Laying together in his bed, Steve combs his fingers through Billy’s hair and tells him about the vase downstairs in the hall. How he’d broken it and it’d become stronger from that. He repeats his mother’s words about how a broken thing can be made stronger with the right care – he tells him that it’s kintsugi. 

And Billy, sobbing, gives him a saltwater kiss full of gratitude and understanding.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆

Thank you so much for reading!! And thank you again to @half-oz-eddie for inviting me to take part!!

Now, let's both look forward to what the incredibly talented @thediktatortot has created for the Harringrove Relay Race!! 🤍

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Fernando Alonso arriving on Media Day ahead of the 2024 Singapore GP | 📸 by Denzyl KY

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🌸｡*ﾟ+. Fall theme is up~ Would have changed it over sooner, but ah well! Tomorrow is officially the first day of fall, so I'm not too late :D

[ssawboness]

i'm not going to be replying to the reblog directly for what should be obvious reasons but holy shit. just woke up and got a big laugh out of this thanks

[tired-biscuit]

i'll be going on a little hiatus when it comes to writing <3

[crowdeerdire]

WAIT WAIT WAIT I DIDN'T THINK THIS WAS REALLY APART OF THE GAME!! I had seen someone post it but I thought it was edited??? AND THEN?? SUDDENLY??? I GET THIS REACTION??? I've played this game so many times (major comfort game) AND I'M STILL FINDING NEW LINES??

AHHHH edit:

This is the other line I got for the first time in this playthrough? And I got it after Baxter first visited and was flirting with you? And I said I didn't mind and Cove was like... :eyes: So yeah, if you're trying to get that line that's all I can give you for right now! I hope y'all get Cove canonly calling your horny on your playthroughs!

[mingi-s-dimples]

OH EM GEEEE I LOVE YOUR FICS SO SO MUCH (be prepared to see me often hihi) can I request:

hongjoong x wooyoung x reader ? Preferably smut :D maybe where reader keeps annoying wj and hj and they teach her a little lesson AHHHH I love them so so much:(((

Can I be 💭 anon? :]

game over - topaz

REQUEST BY: 💭

pairing: best friends!topaz x fem!reader

rating: 18+

genre: non idol au, smut (lil filth)

summary: you and your boy best friends were playing video games in the living room, but you might have teased them.. a bit too much to their liking.

WC: 2.2k

warnings: wooyoung is a fucking brat (everyone knows this), bratty!reader, woo is teaching reader a lesson for cheating in the game, joong joining in, 3some, creampie, oral (both m&f), handjob, blowjob, sucking off, cum (lots), overstim, squirting, nipple sucking, big dick!topaz, joong is a lil bit confused at first, teasing, unprotected (wrap up irl!), completely consensual!, unedited, I'm sure I forgot something. edit: lil bit of pet names and some degradation? (fucker, slut)

Author's Note: MUAHHAHA 👹👹 I loved writing this pfffff. Thank you SO much anon for requesting this, had so much fun with it. I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I WAS SO BUSY WITH LIFE AND BACK TO SCHOOL THINGS 😭. I'll do better I promise. Topaz brainrot is EVERYTHING please send me more topaz requests. I hope I fulfilled your expectations, 💭! (send me an ask with your opinion HAHAHAH) love youuu (I am aware it's not necessarily Joong being annoyed by her cheating in the game but he joined in so he was equally annoyed HAHAHAH but he didn't show it -> this eas my view of Joong) -> I still don't feel like I put my whole power and creativity in but I promise y'all won't be disappointed with the kinktober requests 👹)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent the members in any way.

The living room was filled with the sounds of explosions, rapid gunfire, and the excited shouts of my two boy best friends, Wooyoung and Hongjoong. We were all huddled on the couch, controllers in hand, locked in an intense battle in our favorite video game. The stakes were high, and I could feel their determination radiating off them as they tried to outmaneuver each other—and me.

But little did they know, I had a secret weapon. A sly smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I casually pressed a hidden button combination, activating a cheat code I’d discovered online. Instantly, my character leapt ahead in the game, dodging bullets and landing impossible headshots with ease.

"Hey, how are you so good all of a sudden?" Wooyoung complained, glancing over at me suspiciously. Hongjoong narrowed his eyes, clearly sensing something was off. I just shrugged, trying to hide my grin.

"Oh, you know," I replied nonchalantly, "Just skill."

They groaned in unison as I racked up another win, not letting on that I was secretly cheating. Winning felt great, but the real fun was seeing their frustrated faces every time they lost to me. I couldn't help but laugh as Wooyoung threw his hands up in exasperation and he muttered something about "beginner's luck."

If only they knew the truth—that their unbeatable friend wasn’t quite as fair as they thought. You absolutely loved teasing them, the frustrated looks on their faces were amusing you so bad. But in a moment of focusing on your game, you did a thoughtless move, Wooyoung seeing your hand nibbling at the controller.

"You fucker" he shouted. "ARE YOU CHEATING!?"

"NO! WHY WOULD I CHEAT." you said, trying to excuse yourself.

"Woo, it's not the first time I've seen her. Though, I kept it to myself, it was really fun to see her win" Hongjoong said, almost unbothered by the situation.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" Woo said, frustrated. "Goddamn, you fucked all my stats with your cheating. STOP IT!"

"You'd have to make me, tho."

oh.

"What did you just say, y/n?" Joong exhaled, surprised at your words.

"Exactly what you heard. Do you want me to repeat? Y'all would need to make me stop cheating. Whatever it takes, I'm pretty unbothered, tho"

Wooyoung threw his controller on the coffee table and approached you. He pushed you on the sofa, scanning you from head to toe. He sat on the sofa, his right knee between your legs.

"Say it again."

"No"

"Say. It. Again."

"Make me stop cheating at your little stupid game, you fucker."

"Now that's what I wanted to hear."

Hongjoong came behind Woo and he pushed him away from you. Both you and the younger looked at him confused, but you both suddenly realised the two of you know something he doesn't.

"What!? It's not like I haven't fucked her already."

fuck.

"Joong, you better decide now if you wanna join or look. It's up to you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN Y'ALL FUCKED!?" the older man shouted, worried about the situation at first.

"Like I just said, it's not the first time. Now, go away if you don't wanna join. Though, this little slut might actually like the two of us at the same time. I need to teach her a lesson" Wooyoung said, spreading your legs apart with his knee, pressing on your thigh.

But Hongjoong didn't back off. In fact, he came closer, looking contently at what Wooyoung was doing. Now.. you've never been completely honest with Joong. You and Wooyoung have been fucking for a while whenever you teased him one time too much in a day, and he always fucked you dumb as a punishment. Though.. was it really a punishment?

You were looking at the two men approaching you. Wooyoung was already working on your clothes. He started by slowly taking off your shirt, leaving you in only your bra. He then tugged a bit at your shorts, giving Hongjoong a nod to come closer. The younger moved away from you for a moment, letting Joong take the lead and he took off the shorts, revealing the wet spot on your panties.

"What a slut. Already? Were you perhaps getting wet only at the thought of me fucking you if you teased me, hm? Is that right? Come here you little fucker" Wooyoung said and pulled you closer, one hand under your ass and one on your waist. He lifted you and went to his bedroom, where he dropped you off on the bed. The sheets got wrinkly and as you backed off to the headboard, Hongjoong took of his shirt. He was.. hot. Hot as fuck. Whenever you saw him without a shirt, or going to take a shower in only his briefs something in you made you want to crawl on the walls. But seeing him like that.. undressing for you, riled you up in a way only Wooyoung had ever did.

"Now.. what should I do with you, mm?" the younger said, approaching you. He pushed your hands above the headboard, holding them in place with one of his hands. His other hand went down on your body, and while he started planting soft, sloppy kisses, his hand reached your inner thigh, finding it's way to your dripping core. His kisses trailed from your neck and to your collarbones, where he left dark, purple marks. Then as his fingers started slowly rubbing on your folds, he stood up and sat between your legs, looking back at Hongjoong who was, waiting for a sign from Woo. That was the sign.

He undressed himself almost completely, being left in his briefs, from which a huge bulge could be seen. His cock was straining against the fabric, threatening to spring out at any moment.

"Now... baby. Who do you want first?" Woo scoffed.

"Both"

"Ohh, so you wanted this to happen, hm?" the younger said as he spread your legs out once again for the night and gave you soft kisses on your thighs, then within one move of his hand you were left bare in front of him, dripping on the linen. "What was going through that little mind of yours? Did you want both of us fucking you?"

"Y-yes" you mumbled, shivers being sent up your spine as he was now fingers deep in you, hitting all your sweet spots. You were squirming under him, his body pressed onto yours, but it didn't last long. He went down on you, licked his fingers and started eating you out. His tongue riled you up so bad, you started gripping the sheets to not squirm under him too much. He hated that, cause he couldn't eat you out how he wanted. He loved tasting every inch of you, feeling up your insides and sucking on your clit. Everything he did made you eventually move, to which he bit your inner thigh for a short second and held you down even more forcefully.

Hongjoong was also helping himself in the background, you were watching him contently between all your whimpers and moans. He was lazily stroking his length, waiting for an opportunity to jump in. Though, you didn't let him wait too long as you nodded to him.

"Come here, don't stand b-by yourself" your breath hitching from all that was happening between your legs. You murmured, "Let me h-help you" and as he was close enough to you, your hand started pumping him. The view he had was marvelous, you were being eaten out by Woo and he was stroked by your little hand, but little did he know it was about to get better. He let out some soft whimpers and as you pumped him two more times, you pulled him closer by his thigh and took his dick in your mouth. His cock was girthy, he was stretching your mouth good. At first, you slowly sucked on his tip, licking up his length from the base to the shaft. He didn't even know where to put his hands, in the end he rested one on your head, slowly guiding you to suck him properly. You gave the tip soft kisses then went all out and took his dick up your throat, slowly choking on it. You could hear him hold his moans back, but as your own moans were muffled by his dick deep down your throat, he could feel them revrebrate through his body. You could see how he was close to finishing, but you couldn't properly focus on him at the given moment.

"You taste so good, babe" Wooyoung whispered, and as his finger went to your clit and started rubbing it, you let out a loud moan, at which Hongjoong came undone in your mouth, surprising you. You slurped everything up and sucked him off for a short second to gather all the cum dripping from his tip and you swallowed, looking him in the eyes.

Wooyoung looked up to see why you were moving so much, to which he was greeted by the sight of you now sloppily kissing Joong, the position you were in not being the best. He saw the cum stains on your hand.

"Haha, it didn't take him that long to finish. Aren't you such a little slut, hm?" Wooyoung said and as he pumped his fingers inside of you a few more times and rubbed your clit, you creamed on his fingers beautifully, to which he sucked your juices off his hand once again.

"Now.."

"Joong.. please come here. Baby, what do you think about being fucked by both, hm?" Wooyoun said as he lifted and put you on his now bare dick, his back leaned on the headboard. "Tell me. What do you say?"

"P-please, Woo... Joong. I want b-both of you"

"Good girl. You didn't have a choice, anyways."

As he lined his length to your dripping cunt, Hongjoong also climbed on the bed and got a hold of your leg, pulling himself close to you.

"Babe.. remember this"

Wooyoung said and he started rubbing his tip on your folds.

"You'll always be..."

He pushed only his tip in.

"My lovely fucktoy."

And he bottomed out.

To which Hongjoong followed his movements, he pushed himself right in, gripping on your waist as he started wildly thrusting into you. You could feel that he wanted to do this for a while, the way he was fucking you was riling you on the walls. Wooyoung's dick was filling you up so good, girthy and.. the huge length hitting your cervix almost every time he bottomed down.

"F-fuck, you feel so good" the older one said.

"R-right? Look at her, fucked by both of us. She needs to be taught a lesson, right? What did I tell you about cheating, mm?" Wooyoung said and started nibbling and sucking on your nipples. "Hm? what did I say?"

"Y-you said that I-i should not- ngh, do it"

"And why did you do it?"

"I-i love when you fuck m-me like this. Like there's no tomorrow" you said and engaged in a steamy kiss with him, your ass slapping on both men's cocks, taking them up so good. The only sounds you could hear in the whole room was Hongjoong groaning and your own muffled moans as you were filled by two dicks at once.

"B-babe. That's so good. Keep it going, I'm close" Woooyoung whined, and as he pushed himself into your aching cunt a couple more times, he came in you, filling you up with his load.

"Yes, that's good. Take it all up" to which he continued with "I'm not done yet." and he started wildily fucking you again with his once again hard cock.

Hongjoong was also close, his thrusts became sloppier and they didn't have any rythm. He pumped himself into you a couple more times and bottomed down, gave you some soft kisses, trailing your spine and came in you, staying like that for a minute.

Wooyoung didn't show any signs of stopping. You could feel your tummy getting thighter and your clit aching harder.

"N-no, ngh, please, a bit slower" you mumbled.

"No? I didn't have enough fun yet" the younger one whispered and he pounded heavily into you and make you squirt all over him and the linen.

"See, that's what I'm talking about."

"Holy fuck" Joong murmured.

"See, Joong? She's just not the innocent girl you've known until now. Did you see just how good she took you?"

"Y-yes" he said, a little bit shy.

"The fuck are you turning your head around for? Ah, you're shy... for what? You just saw her squirt all over me, haha" the younger one scoffed.

"Don't worry. You'll see her like this many more times, you'll get used to it. Right, baby?" Wooyoung said, lifting you and hugging you thightly.

"Y-yes" you murmured, still dizzy from all that happened a moment ago.

"Good girl. Joong, let's get her washed up."

"Up for a 2nd round?" you said confidently.

"Thought you'd never ask" Hongjoong said, making the two of you laugh.

Networks:

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@illusionnet

TAGLIST:

@mingleshine @musiclovingfairy @crazylittlebisexual @sanhwalvr @gong-fourz

[incogrio]

ch.yj - i'll be your waiter today, sir

pairing: yeonjun x gn! reader, established relationship

genre: fluff, SMUT!

synopsis: you're a waiter at a restaurant and your bf yeonjun comes to visit you. activities ensue.

warnings: bj, general smut warnings, switch! yj, not very well written smut, nothing too crazy

w/c: 1k+

an: first smut... hope y'all like it bc i liked writing it! feel free to jork it to this fanfic, love y'all LOL i have nothing else to say <333

COMMENTS/FEEDBACK GREATLY APPRECIATED!!

your feet were killing you and your breath wafting back from your mask is making you wish you could quit your job and run away. your boyfriend, yeonjun would’ve supported you, but you couldn’t find it in you to rely on him like that. you muster up the courage to crack your neck and stretch out your foot for a moment, before getting back to work. just as you look up, you see your co-worker, oscar, welcoming in someone with a black baseball cap similar to your uniform’s, and a mask. he was tall, and looked a lot like yeonjun. you tilted your head as your eyes followed the two men to a little table in the corner, and finally you could see his face. wait a minute, that is yeonjun! what is your idol boyfriend doing visiting your job? you have no one else to serve as of now, and you thought of just watching your pretty boy, before you realized that your co-worker, oscar, was throwing himself at your boyfriend. 

“brother eughh,” you mumbled to yourself, watching yeonjun scootching away from oscar’s hand on his bicep and awkwardly coughing. yeonjun eyed around the restaurant, eyes yearning for the sight of your familiar body. 

when he finally finds you, he darts his wide eyes to your coworker as he takes his order, “help me!” he pleads with only his eyes. 

you smirk at him from behind your mask, your eyes crinkling ever so slightly. yeonjun almost melts at the sight. his little smile behind his mask falls when you shrug and take a lollipop from behind the counter, popping it into your mouth and looking away in faux obliviousness. 

to be honest, all yeonjun could think about was your lips. how they glistened with saliva and melted lollipop, the light from the windows making their gloss even shiner. how he’d love to force you onto your knees after teasing him like this, force his cock into your mouth and watch your lips suck on something meaningful. he’d grab your face harshly, fingers digging into the back of your head as he- 

“all right sir, your drinks will be out in just a second.” oh. right. 

yeonjun nods and as soon as oscar has left his vicinity, you walk up to him. he rolls his eyes at you, turning his back to you in faux anger. 

“thanks for your help back there, y/n.” he says angrily. if he wasn’t your yeonjun, you would’ve actually been worried. well,  a flash of worry washed over you as he used your real name, not one of the pet names he grew to love. 

you pouted, “aww, not baby or angel? you must be really hurt!” you baby him. it’s something you’ve both grown to love. him being the oldest in his idol group leaves him with lots of friends, but not much room to be babied. with you, however, he melts into a copy of huening kai. you can see his cheek pull up into a small from the angle you have on the back of his mask. 

he stays stubborn, and you grow frustrated. “yeonjun-ahhhh!!! you’re so stubborn!!” you whine out, stomping your foot lightly. 

he turns back to your, mask stretching to accomodate his jaw dropping. “aish! you talk to all your customers like that?” 

you look around, making sure no one can see you two, “only the ones i’m in love with,” you reply cheekily. yeonjun smiles, reaching up and slowly pulling his mask down as you lean closer to his lips. your gaze never leaves his plump lips, his staring into your eyes lovingly. he reaches a hand up, taking off your cap and placing it on the table before cupping your cheek. your lips slot together like two tetris blocks made for one another. he swipes his tongue across your lip, tasting the sweet cherry lollipop that had graced your mouth behind hand. he moans softly against you, before you hear footsteps behind you. 

you go to pull away as you hear oscar behind you, “y/n?” he asks, confused. yeonjun does let you pull away, smiling against your lips as you hit his chest softly, getting in a few more sucks on your plump lips before finally freeing you. you don’t face oscar, only bowing your head to look at the wood graining on the table as heat engulfs your face. 

“so… those are our specials!” you say, turning on your heel and walking away. 

once again, you’ve left your boyfriend with a hard-on and dreaming of your lips. 

soon after, yeonjun is fed his food from a newly silent oscar. after he finishes his meal, he leaves oscar a hefty tip and makes his way up to your little podium. 

“i’ll be waiting in the car, yeah?” he says softly. you find it endearing that he tries to not embarass you further. he reaches his hand to stroke the back of yours with his thumb, a silent apology, but not without a cheeky smile hehind his mask. you nod. he mutters, “love you,” before heading out the door. 

the rest of your shift is undeniably awkward. oscar is angry you’ve “stolen” his man, and you can’t stop thinking of the idol whos madly in love with you waiting in his fancy car. when the clock striked ten pm, you couldn’t have bolted outside faster. you walked up to yeonjuns black nissan gt-r, peering inside to find him softly palming his erection through his sweatpants, looking at pictures of you. you giggle to yourself. 

you go to the side where he is sitting and softly knock, causing him to jump and try to hide his previous actions. when he sees your familiar face, his shoulders slump out of relief.

“you’re being so mean today!” he whines as he opens his door.

“am i?” you mutter, climbing to kneel in front of his feet. he closes the door, looking down at you with a smirk. you press a kiss to the side of his knee. 

slowly, you kiss higher and higher, before sliding past yeonjuns erection to his other leg. he rolls his eyes, he tapped his foot before grabbing your jaw in one hand. 

“brat.” he says through his teeth, lips his hips up and pulling his sweatpants and boxers down with one hand. he wraps his hand around his cock, tilting it forward and directing you to open your mouth with a thumb flicking your lip. 

you smile, “won’t you beg me first?” you ask, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

he grumbles, pulling your face closer to his cock, and biting his lips when you refuse. 

“fine. please, please suck my cock baby.” he begs monotonely.

“thats the best you can do?” you ask, replacing his hand on his cock but remaining still.

“for fucks- please baby! it’d make me so happy, i promise.” as he spoke, he fell deeper into the submissive boy you loved to play with. “you wanna make me happy, yeah? please, angel, suck your baby’s cock,” he whines out, voice cracking and blown out eyes tearing up. you silently open his mouth and take his tip between your lips. your tongue flicks against his opening, picking up his precum and he moans lewdly, bucking his hips softly. “oh, fuck, yeah, just like that. soooooo good for me baby,” he groans in a high pitched tone as he throws his head back, arm reaching up to clutch the headrest. you looked up for a moment, taking in his sensual form and finally, you take a deep breath and force his entire dick into your mouth and throat. he is rendered silent at this, tongue almost hanging out of his mouth as he merely let out a soft breath. your nose just barely grazes his taut stomach. 

you moan against him, forcing him to reach to the center console with his freehand to dig his fingers into. “oh god… your mouth was made for my cock, wasn’t it? made just for me, only me.” he takes a few deep breaths as you begin to bob your head up and down, slobbering messily on his huge cock. “god… so fucking good,” he whines.

you keep going, faster and sucking harder as you feel him lose all sense of self. he begins to buck his hips into your mouth wildly. he ruins your rhythm countless times, but you can’t find it in you to tell him to stop.

“perfect fucking fleshlight… yeah, thats all you are,” he says mostly to himself kicking his feet forward onto the acceleration for more control. thank god the car is in park since he pushes his entire weight onto the pedals as he lifts his hips up and off the seat. you moan loudly, his balls slapping your chin lightly as his dick reaches new depths in your throat. “cumming! gonna- gonna fill your pretty mouth… you’ll swallow it all, i know you will…” he trails off deliriously, smiling to himself as his neck pulses from its pressure into the back of the seat. he moans devilishly as his dick convulses, shooting load after load into your mouth.

yeonjun only finds it in him to sit down and let you breathe once you let out a pitiful whine, tapping his thigh in a sign for help. when you’re freed from his cock, you finally are able to take a huge breath as slobber falls from your open lips. he leans forward onto his knees, staring down at you as if challenging you. you close your mouth and swallow all his dna whilst looking in his eyes, to which he smiles and kisses you softly as a reward.

“come,” he mutters, helping you up and into your spot as passenger. he reaches for the napkins in the glove box, cleaning his cock with a tissue before folding it over, cleaning your pretty face with the clean side. 

“did i do good?” you ask, slightly insecurely as he pulls his pants back onto his hips. you always wondered what the sex felt like for him, and despite how much he craved you, you never understood how insatiable he was for your touch, and your touch only. 

“did you-“ he chuckles, “baby, i’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get home. maybe then you’ll get how you make me feel.” 

[astonmartinii]

if you’re down to do it i’d love a part 2 to opposites attract with mick 👀

opposites attract part two | mick schumacher social media au

part one

masterlist

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

both beloved and feared in the paddock, y/n y/ln will defend her bf until the end, no matter who it is.

(hope you all enjoy 🫡 i love this pairing)

yourusername

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yourusername: chat shit, get banged

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user49 so. fucking. iconic

mickschumacher i love you, thank you for defending our family

yourusername always <3

user99 hold on a second... our family??? we engaged?

user53 it's probably just a phrase bestie let's not get too crazy

charles_leclerc i'm so scared of you

yourusername good - you want me to swing at ferrari?

user45 truly the ride or die we all need in our lives

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: family is everything ❤️

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user49 the fact that he considers y/n family is so so cute

yourusername awww mickey !! i love you guys so much, i'd do anything for y'all xx

gina_schumacher love you all ❤️

mercedesamgf1 family 💜

user23 i'm so glad mick has someone like y/n on his side, not only defending him always but also his family xx

f1wagsupdates

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f1wagsupdates: y/n y/ln makes her first appearance in the paddock since her incident with the paparazzi. she joined mick in the mercedes garage for the weekend - we're glad she's back !!

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user33 lmao mick in the likes he's down so bad

user88 finally some good fucking food

user21 ahhhh did y'all see ted fucking flinch when he saw her i'm glad they all know what a bad bitch she is and she'll call anyone's ass out

yourusername

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tagged: mickschumacher

yourusername: let's rideeeeee or whatever charli xcx said

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user37 war is over y/n is back in the paddock i missed her so much

mickschumacher gonna make it bring your gf to work day every race from now on

yourusername sounds good to me i love the merc catering so much better than haas

user44 LMAO SHE STILL GOT THE DIG IN

estebanocon omg besties back in the paddock

yourusername este bestie !!!! i've missed you and elena need to do something asap xx

f1

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f1: host martin brundle has picked up an illness during the weekend and has chosen y/n y/ln, internet personality and host, to take over his hosting responsibilities on race day 🏁

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user56 i love how they don't mention that she's with mick and that she is a host by trade

mickschumacher i know she'll be the best replacement ever ❤️

yourusername awwww thank you babe xxx

user48 i know this is gonna be the most chaotic grid walk ever

user11 but she'll defo ask the questions we all want to know the answer to cause this ain't her full time job who cares if sky don't like it

danielricciardo can't wait to watch it all unfold

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: what a weekend for the team, but also for us!! my baby made her grid walk debut and killed it xx i love you and am so so proud of you 💘

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user34 will it ever be my turn

user41 i confess - i think i have a parasocial relationship with these two

user78 me and you bestie

estebanocon ahhhh she was great!!

lancestroll as the kids say i think she slayed 💅

yourusername teehee thank you guys

gina_schumacher doing us all proud!!

yourusername ahhh thank you gina 💛

yourusername added to their story

[caption: getting the goods for a certain someone's birthday bash]

yourusername

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yourusername: i didn't know we had this many friends - sorry switzerland 😞

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danielricciardo i'm never going to another party with you I AM SCARRED

maxverstappen1 you have impressive planning skills - are you open for bookings?

mickschumacher thank you very much baby (you can deal with the noise complaints)

sebastianvettel so this is what we could hear

charles_leclerc you guys are weak - i had a great time, thanks y/n and happy birthday mick !!

estebanocon i love you guys but i wish i wasn't so close to you guys how are we still cleaning up ?

yourusername because we need to make sure things are properly recycled @sebastianvettel

sebastianvettel good good (you don't have to impress me i already love you and mick together)

yourusername thank you for the validation seb

mickschumacher LESS TALKING MORE RECYCLING

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: thank you for the best birthday ever babygirl! while the party is something i'll never forget, just being able to spend time with you and the rest of our family was the best thing ever. also prize for best birthday gift ever goes to you for tony the goat, i love him and the fact you got him for and i quote "to remind me of my dad and me in the future". i love you and our growing farm family

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user48 A GOAT FOR HIS BIRTHDAY? TO REMIND HIM OF MICHAEL? FOR MICK BEING THE GOAT IN THR FUTURE? I LOVE THEM

estebanocon can't wait to meet the little guy

yourusername i love you baby - you deserve everything !!! @mercedesamgf1 paddock pass for tony when

mercedesamgf1 happy birthday mick! we're on it 🫡 (admin is scared of you)

user39 omg pls grid walk with tony would be so iconic

charles_leclerc so there was a goat at mick's house i just thought i was really drunk

sebastianvettel welcome to the farm dad life mick - happy birthday x

[yuaa-haru]

"Open"

pairing: your fave x fem!reader

Warnings: porn w/o plot, bdsm dynamics, spanking, overstimulation, blindfold, sex toys, name-calling, squirting etc.

a/n: my first ever post, i do hope y'all like it ig.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Open" he said firmly, looking down at your body.

Your hands tied to the headboard, eyes with blindfold, naked. You opened your legs, just enough to see that glistening pussy.

His hand came slapping your inner thighs, making you whimper "are you testing me? I told you. Open."

You opened wider, letting him see you. You just thank god for the blinfold you have on, lessening the humiliation you're feeling.

"That's a good girl. I always knew you ain't a dumb little girl without having you stuffed by my dick, right?" You just knew it yourself that he was smirking.

Slap. "Ah!" you moan as his hands came down to your pussy. "Am asking you a question. What do you do when you're asked a question? Hmm?"

" 'm sorry, sir. I have to answer when I get asked" With the blinfold on, you never know what's coming next which makes it more exciting and nervous at the same time.

Gulp. And there you have it, that vibrating sound. The sound you only wish to hear when he's rewarding you, not punishing you.

Nothing to do, nothing to see. You just waited until he touched you. GASP. He placed it straight to your pussy lips. "That's a very nice answer, but still wouldn't cover your mistakes. " he said testing out the level of the toy.

"Now what happens to bad girls?" He asked pushing the vibrator inside. "hnngh! T-they can't enjoy the—ahh!—pleasure." You said hips moving away from the sudden pleasure.

He grabs your hips, making you stay still. "In short?" Pushes the vibrator in and out all the way. "I—anghh!!— have no right to— ahh!— cummm" you said ending as a whine.

He chuckles deeply. "That's right, they are not deserving to cum. " turning it higher, hearing your moans and pleas in the room, making his dick harder.

"But my girl wanted to cum badly, playing with your pussy without my permission. As a lover who wants the best for you, I shall just grant whatever you want right?" he said drawing an 8 figure on your clit hard.

"Hnngh! Am sorry—ahhh! Please! Ahhhh, nhnggh!" You begged, not wanting to happen what will happen. "I-i'm close! Sirrrrr! Hnggh! P-pleasee ahhh!" Your back arching while letting it all flow.

slap, slap, slap.

Strings of your juice connects to his hand as he continously spank your pussy. "such a bad slutty girl. Not even letting your owner decide what should happen, huh" SLAP. "ahh! Am sorry sir! Please hnngh! S-sensitive."

"Tsk, you only say that but I know for a fact that you don't mean it. " he push his hands inside your mouth with the hands he used to spank your pussy. You gag "hngh! , am shorry shir. Pleashe forgive me..." you said while sucking and licking his hand, tasting yourself.

You hear a chair move right beside your bed. The remote control turned to max, with the toy fully inside you. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Hnggh! S-sir! Hnggh! Hyahh! " your senses highten because of the blindfold, and you just came not too long ago overstimulating you.

" I remember I still have to finish some paperworks. Too bad I have to leave you here like this. Surely, you wouldn't mind right? Let me just finish all my paperworks and come back when i'm done. That is if I finish early. " as each word spoken, your mind becomes hazy, moans and please were heard from your mouth.

"Besides, you did this to yourself. The only thing you have to do now is wait for my return. That wouldn't be so hard now, would it? " you still nodded before losing your mind with the pleasure.

"I always need answer. But I'll let this slide for now. " he comes closer and kiss your forehead. "Safeword alway can be shouted when you can't do it anymore, okay? I'l stop it right away. "He whispered gently to your ears, then kiss them.

"I shall go now. And behave." His cold voice said, while exiting the door. Leaving you all by yourself, drowning in the pleasure set only for you.

—

Seconds turned minutes turned hours. You've stopped counting from orgasms you keep on having. The last time I check it was 6 or 7?

Even so, the level keeps on changing from the lowest suddenly to the highest. Playing with you until you writhe in pleasure. "Ah! Sir please! I can't anymore—hngh! N-not again! Ahh! " hoping that he would hear you.

Back arching, tugging your restraint, and eyes rolling back, yet nothing. You just have to take the pleasure and pain 'till you can't.

The door creeks open, you suddenly came back to your sense for a moment. "Sir? Anghh please remove i-it. Ahh. I'll be a good g-nghh!" You've come undone again, tongue out, moaning.

"My slutty bitch, look at you so helpless, so vulnerable. " you felt the bed move as he came to unlock the cuffs, kissing your hands to your arms. He tug off the blindfold allowing you to adjust your eyes. Swiftly, he stays behind you and you're in between his legs, both of you sitting in the bed.

He moves your hand guiding it to the damped part of the bed. "Did you have fun, hmm? Cumming countless of times from a vibrator. Now tell me, which is better that sex toy or me?" He whispered in your sensitive ears.

"Y-you sir..." saying it without hesitation, hoping it would lessen the punishment. He kissed your ears, going to your neck sucking that sweet spot that makes your head lean on his shoulders shaking from the pleasure.

He removed the toy from you, spreading those legs to see your reddened pussy. Clenching nothing. "Such a good answer, this pussy still like me better than a damn toy." Cupping it before asking. " who's is this?" "Ah! Y-yours sir." "Damn right it is, it's my fucking pussy." kissing your lips.

It was sloppy, kissing you while taking his shirt off. Laying you down the bed. "And i can do whatever I want with it." Smirks, letting his hand inside you.

"S-shit. S-sir! W-ait hnghh. 'm still sensitive. Hnggh!" arching your back, which makes it easier for him to suck those nipples. Kissing, licking, sucking, poking. He did everything with that tongue cause he knows how sensitive it is.

He stopped his hands for a sec, gathering all those juices before pushing in with scissoring motion. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Kiss! Pleaseee" you pleaded, "of course, how can I not? " he let you kiss him.

"A-am close sirrrr! Let me come please. I won't do it againnnn hnggh! Please, please, please." He nods. "Come for me, love." " I-i'll be good—fuuuuckkk!" Waves of pleasure comes through staining his arms and hands.

"Fucking hell, love. So damn hot squirting with my fingers" your eyelids starting to close, breathing in an out.

He bite his lips, metal unbuckling letting his member free. "Don't pass out on me, doll. " he lightly slaps your face.

"Gotta make you squirt on my dick"

[kekeke32]

TOUCHSTARVED trailer theme theory??

Hi guys, hi everyone. Hope we’re doing well!

SO the full version of the trailer theme is finally out on YouTube and holy shit??? It goes so HARD!!! Give it a listen here.

After rewatching it over and over again, I noticed something so I’ll map out which lyrics appear with which character for y’all to see:

Wish I could’ve added more ss but I’m on the mobile app 🥲 Anyways, I really don’t think the dev team added the characters photos randomly ‘cause check this out:

In Ais’s part, the lyrics are about a certain weakness (ik the lyrics “my weakness” refer to a person but I chose to ignore that jskdksk) and survival. This may be a reach BUT doesn’t this reminds you of Ais’s official character description? Specifically of this part: “Ais seems capable of curing you...but a sick sense of dread surrounds him. He's beginning to suspect that he may not be as in control of his powers as he thought. Can you save each other, or will he drag you down to the abyss with him?" This so-called “weakness” could be his very own powers and he’ll need the player to help him, to “survive”.

Now, about Vere’s part, I don’t have much to say tbh other than the fact that the lyrics “Cause everytime we touch” appear for the first time in his part and I guess you could say it’s related to his frequenting at the brothel? (iykwim 😏) Oh! And you could also see him being touched by a lot of different hands in the trailer. Besides that, his part ends with the lyrics “need you by my side” sung softly by the singer hmm…

Kuras’s part on the other hand, starts strongly (I suck balls at describing music so pls listen 4 urselves, you’ll know what I mean😭) and at 1:59 mins the lyrics are “Cause everytime we touch” then his face darkens a little and it stars an instrumental interlude. I don’t know what that really means but he’s sus

Mhin’s part is sung very softly as well and the lyrics “We’ve been through them all. You make me rise when I fall” are so sweet more so because I think in their route they’ll open up more to the player after going together through incomprehensible horrors and we’ll learn how to support each other <33

Finally, Leander’s part!! Now, LISTEN. His part is the reason why I even made this post in the first place lmao This mf is way too sus but first of all, the building synth progression at 2:58???? oh my god I got CHILLS. literal chills. *ahem* Moving on, his part, starts strongly the same as Kuras’s part did. Their parts are the only ones sung like that… Weird, huh? Anyway, after the lyrics “I can’t let you go. Want you in my life” at 3:49, the song gets SUPER intense and starts sounding very desperate ig?? (kudos to Dan! love his voice frfr) and Leander’s part ends with “Need you by my side”. Okayy y'all… Y'ALL. THIS IS CRAZY. In his part we have both the lyrics "I can't let you go. Want you in my life" AND "I want this to last. Need you by my side". AHHHH Leander you obsessed little bitch (affectionate)

In conclusion, there’s no fucking way the red spring team didn’t assign the certain parts of the lyrics very and I mean VERY purposefully to each LI. The parts suit them specifically well so I highly doubt it’s random but it could also just be me reading too much into this

Whatever!!! Good morning/Good night to this fandom only ^_^

[goldfades]

✮ 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏 = 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, zegras' have more fun

♡ ─ summary | y/n shows off her first week of uni and the captain of the hockey captain purposes something...

♡ ─ warnings | absolutely nothing, maybe mention of needing to bulk??, and playful insults/"bully" (per usual)

♡ ─ taglist | tbd

♡ ─ ev's notes | ahhhh i'm so excited for this series, please send in some requests if you have any! i'm still thinking about who i want little miss zegras to end up with, can y'all help me with that LMAO. i'm so indecisive

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ynzegras ann arbor, michigan

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ynzegras | week 1 @ umich, done ✅ tagged: briesbagels, lhughes_06, dylanduke25 september 2, 2022

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briesbagels | so YOU stole my camera???

↳ ynzegras oops... mb it just ended in my luggage, idk how

↳ pchandler68 I LITERALLY TOLD YOU BRIE. U WERE WRONG.

↳ briesbagels a. i'm never wrong 😗 and b. you did steal my anaheim sweatshirt i saw it on facetime

↳ ynzegras how does bro fit in that, he needs to BULK!!

↳ trevorzegras y/n skinny shaming scandle?

↳ ynzegras scandal**

lhughes_06 | that's such a terrible pic y/n, how could you do me and dylan like that???

↳ ynzegras yall look fine... stop being dramatic

↳ lhughes_06 we look like 2 middle aged fathers taking a pic after helping their kids move into their dorm 😟😑

↳ dylanduke25 speak for yourself man, i look sexy 🥵

↳ pchandler68 fr that smile 🥵🥵

_quinnhughes | LUKE lmao 😭

↳ ynzegras HAHAHAHAH HES SO FUNNY

↳ _quinnhughes he looks scared

↳ lhughes_06 she forced me to take that pic so YES i was scared. ���

↳ trevorzegras BULLIES. they are BULLIES. first me and griffin, now luke and dylan. u have a problem y/n

↳ ynzegras idk ab bullying but it's pretty funny

pchandler68 | is that my cup in the fourth picture??

↳ ynzegras no bruh i brought this from home

↳ pchandler68 FUCKING LIAR THATS MINE. GET UR OWN CUP

↳ briesbagels GET UR OWN SWEATSHIRT. its a cup, get over it 😑😑

dylanduke25 | lovely pic y/n🫡 great photograph taking skills

↳ ynzegras thanks bud 🤞🏼

griffinzegras | i see you've found another brother huh?

↳ ynzegras awww u jelly?? ur still my fav

↳ griffinzegras YEAH ID HOPE SO?? I AM UR BIOLOGICAL BROTHER 🤨

↳ ynzegras i actually i take that back, i think i got a concussion from ur fucking driving

↳ griffinzegras who bought you starbucks for the past two years EVERDAY before school?

↳ ynzegras i can't remember CUS I HIT MY HEAD SO HARD

trevorzegras | miss you sista

↳ ynzegras i literally saw u like two days

↳ trevorzegras i can still miss my baby sis

↳ avazegras 📸📸 hmm? baby sis?

↳ trevorzegras i miss u both okay??????

↳ ynzegras sure... okay

nolan_moyle | new hockey manager??

↳ ynzegras yeah no

↳ nolan_moyle please 😥😥 it would mean the world to our lukey boy

↳ lhughes_06 na i really don't care

↳ nolan_moyle not helping our case there 😐😐

[luvfy0dor]

“Hands Under My Sweatshirt, Baby Kiss it Better ♡⁠˖” Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; BSD Spoilers, mentions of death, ch. 112 events, soft!fyodor

Description; Having a nightmare about your partner dying and waking up to him comforting you

A/n; i'm supposed to be doing a saq rn but I COULDNT NOT POST ON NEW CHAPTER DAY AHHHH I WANNA BE FYODORS MEDIEVAL HOUSE SPOUSE SO BAD IN EVERY LIFE TIME

ೃ⁀➷

Everything felt so real- you watched as your lover got into a helicopter with a briefcase containing an antidote, expecting a swift escape from Mersault only to be impaled by an iron rod. You watched as his eyes widened and his slender fingers wrapped around the pole. Blood trickled from both the new piercing in his midsection and between his lips while his breathing became shaky. He glared at another man in your dream who has been rendered faceless while speaking, although everything in the dream was silent so you couldn't make out any particular words or sentences.

The night terror didn't stop at your boyfriend being impaled, as a matter of fact it made you watch as the helicopter was messily flown directly into a tower and burst into flames with Fyodor still inside. You tried to hurry towards the aircraft, but it exploded before you could reach it. The blast didn't effect you, not scorching you or propelling you backwards at all, but letting you stand there and watch as all hope of getting Fyodor out of there shattered like glass. The crackling embers of fire surrounding you gradually became accompanied by a soft whisper-one that was all too familiar and thick with sleep. You were still in shock from the dream when your eyes snapped open, your legs curled inward with Fyodors chest to your back and his hand soothingly rubbing your side. "It's okay, Moya Lyubov, what happened?" He asks you, his eyebrows furrowed and his breath warm against your ear as he presses a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck. "Nightmare. You're...you're okay." You murmur, relief taking over your heart and mind. You rolled over, your body pushing his backwards a bit. "Ofcourse I'm alright. I'm not going anywhere, y/n, I promise. Was the dream about me getting hurt?" He correctly assumes, his tired gaze fixed on your own. "Mmm, worse, dying." You say, your heart finally returning to a steady pace.

"Ah, that makes more sense. You were very restless, you know." He tells you. "It's easy to tell when you have nightmares, you're like a dog. You make some distressed noises and kick your legs." He says with a grin. You sigh and close your eyes, pressing your head to his chest. "It's better than being stiff as a board though, 'cause that means you'll pick up on it and be all sweet and affectionate." You say. Your arms wrap around his torso like they would with a stuffed toy. "I'd say I'm rather affectionate regardless. You're just needy." He looks down at you and pushes your head out from his chest, kissing your forehead while his other hand slides up the back of your sweater and rests on the small of your back. You hum and twist the fabric of his tee-shirt between your pointer and thumb. "M'not needy." You roll your eyes and look up at him through your eyelashes. "If you insist." He says, closing his eyes and readying himself to delve back into a dreamless sleep. "Mhm..g'night, Fedya, I love you." You say, pressing a quick kiss to his lips that gets his eyes to open right back up. He kisses you back and smiles faintly. "Good night, Y/n, I love you too, sleep well." His arm drapes over your side with the blanket strewn messily over the both of you. Now you could sleep a little more peacefully with the reassurance of your lovers presence in your arms, and more importantly, his safety.

A/n; i speedran this tbh, so I'm sorry if it's not great. Also, would if I made like,,, a taglist would any of y'all wanna be on it because I see so many people do it and it looks cool but I've been too nervous to like say anything or ask bc I don't want people to be like "ew no wtf" THATS LITERALLY NOT GONNA HAPPEN BUT LIKE IDK I'm scared djsjjfjekekak

[madaqueue]

Dripping in Gold | Chapter 1

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, angst, light smut. alcohol mention, masturbation (f). 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.6k

a/n: IT'S HERE AHHHH hope y'all like this one :)

series masterlist | next chapter

God, I need to get a job.

The afternoon sun filters in through the blinds as you scroll through your phone, trying to distract yourself from the reality of your future. You graduated college months ago and still have no idea what you want to do or how to do it. Application after application, shitty interview after shitty interview, and you’re still no further into the career that’s supposed to be the rest of your life.

Sighing, you prop yourself up on your elbows in bed to take in the space around you - clothes were strewn across the floor of your studio apartment, dirty dishes piled in the sink, empty takeout containers from restaurants you certainly couldn’t afford to be eating at. It was all just too much.

Eh, I’ll get around to it, you think, laying back into the pillows and returning to your phone. You navigate to check your bank account, just to see the damage that months of unemployment have done.

“Balance: $68.06”

Shit. That’s not even enough to make rent this month, and even if you did have a job lined up you’ve already asked your landlord for one extension on your payments and he did not seem very open to the prospect of doing it again.

Trying to shut out the thought of possibly losing your apartment, you move over to Instagram to quiet the dread building inside of you. Scrolling through posts of your friends on yachts, traveling the country, eating expensive dinners with expensive-looking people, you only feel like more of a failure.

How are they able to do it? I mean, sure, they at least have jobs, but none of them pay well enough to do this, right?

You hover over one of your friend’s pictures, trying to recognize the incredibly well-dressed, albeit much older, man she’s seated across from. As you zoom in, it suddenly clicks - her new jewelry, the expensive bottle of champagne, fresh nails, styled hair - and you remember your conversation with her the last time you saw each other.

You were both out at a bar and she kept buying rounds of shots for you and all your friends.

“Dude, not to be a total dick, but how are you able to afford all this?” you shout over the music blasting through the speakers.

“Oh m’god, you aren’t gonna believe it” she slurs slightly, “there’s this app where rich guys pay you to just go on dates with ‘em, I jus’ gotta keep lookin’ pretty and they pay me so much.”

“Don’t you have to, like, fuck them though?” you ask, curiously raising an eyebrow.

“Only if y’wanna! You’re not really supposed to, but they pay you a lot more!” she grins.

At the time you pushed the conversation to the back of your mind and promptly forgot about it after a few more drinks, but now the realization crashes over you.

No, there’s no way. You try to shake the idea out of your mind - were you seriously considering getting a sugar daddy before getting a job?

She did make it sound pretty easy though…and I mean, it’s just dates, right?

You hesitantly pull out your laptop to search for the website she had mentioned. There’s no harm in just checking it out, you try to rationalize. Before you know it, you’ve set up a profile and have picked out a few pictures of yourself that make you look particularly hot - you out at a bar, you on the beach, you with your friends.

After you finalize your profile, the screen suddenly fills with pictures of, frankly, less-than-attractive older men. You roll your eyes and scoff at your own stupidity for even considering this idea, starting to shut your laptop before something catches your eye in the corner of the screen.

Bright white hair and piercing blue eyes look back at you through the computer. Holy shit, he’s hot, you think as you move your mouse to click on his profile.

Bio: “My name’s Gojo, but you can call me yours 🥰 23, casual only”

Okay, so he’s hot, rich, and practically the same age as you? You feel like you’ve struck gold. Besides, he only wants something casual, which is all you’re interested in anyways since you still need to focus on finding a job eventually, but this could at least help you financially bridge the gap between then and now.

Swiping up, you decide to just send him a message and hope for the best; after all, the worst he can say is no.

You: Gojo, I need you to be fr with me - does that pickup line in your bio ever actually work?

Sighing, you move to close your computer as you wait for him to respond, but a message pops up almost instantly.

Gojo: Why don’t you find out tonight over dinner - 7:30 work for you?

A smile starts to form on your lips - this was almost too easy. The two of you briefly confirm the details of your first date before you finally shut your laptop and start getting ready.

–

Standing outside of the restaurant, you’re suddenly hit with a wave of nervousness as the reality of what you’re about to do sets in.

There’s no way this is a good idea - maybe I should just go home. No, no, I’ve made it this far, and I really do need the money.

You inhale a shaky breath as you try to steady yourself before reaching for the door and walking inside. The restaurant is beautiful, the scent of fresh bread and herbs hitting your nose as soon as your feet step onto the dark wood of the floor. The deep red walls make the space feel cozy, intimately lit with candles and a chandelier hanging overhead. You glance down at the burgundy dress and black heels you decided on since they were the nicest clothes you owned, yet you still feel slightly underdressed.

Glancing around the restaurant, the white-haired man is nowhere to be found. “Hi, um, I’m here to meet someone,” you hesitantly explain to the person at the host stand.

“Ah yes, you must be with Mr. Gojo. Right this way,” he gestures for you to follow him. He leads you through the restaurant to the far back corner, unveiling a small room that was initially hidden behind a curtain.

As you adjust to the dim lighting, you glance around the new space in front of you: a single table with roses placed in the middle, and on one side sits perhaps the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He smiles at you as those bright blue eyes meet yours before they slowly move down and up your body, taking you all in.

“Well, aren’t you a treat,” he grins before getting up to pull out the empty chair for you.

When he stands up you allow your gaze to cover him as your eyes shift up to his white locks then down across his black suit, adorned with a dark red tie that somehow perfectly matches your dress.

“You aren’t half-bad yourself,” you respond as you move across the small space to sit down.

“Careful now, don’t flatter me too much or it’ll go to my head,” he smirks as he returns to his seat across from you. He places his elbow on the table and rests his chin in his palm, staring at you.

Trying to break the silence, you murmur, “This place is nice.”

“Mhm,” he hums, eyes never leaving your face.

“So, um, what do you do?” you continue, desperately trying to loosen the pressure you feel from his gaze.

“Do you care?” he taunts, tilting his head to the side with that same smirk on his face.

“W-well, I-” you stammer.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’m not offended. You’re here because I’m paying you, and I’m here because I wanted to sit across from a beautiful woman. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that,” he smiles.

The combination of the pet name and him calling you beautiful suddenly makes your cheeks flush and you look down at the table, trying to hide your reddening face.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your chin as Gojo gently tilts your head back up. “Eyes up here, princess,” he purrs. “After all, what’s the point of this little date if I can’t even look at you?”

Something about his touch, his voice, his words has your heart fluttering in your chest. You’ve never been nervous like this over a guy before, and you’ve barely just met him.

You swallow, trying to keep your eyes on his but it almost feels like he’s seeing into you, somehow able to view the depths of your soul. You feel naked in front of him, like he’s looking at your very essence.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally breaks the eye contact with a chuckle. “Sorry, I know I can come off a little intense sometimes. You’re just so gorgeous it feels like I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t try to take it all in.”

A sigh escapes your lips as you finally tear your gaze away from him, softly laughing at the compliment.

The rest of the date goes smoothly - he orders the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu and tells you to get whatever you want, since it’s obviously his treat. The conversation flows easily between the two of you, and you find yourself genuinely enjoying your time with him. When it comes time to leave, he thanks you for spending the night with him and gives you his phone number in case you ever want to go out again. As you part ways to walk towards your car, you get a notification from your bank.

Holy. Shit.

Your eyes widen at the screen. Gojo sent you $2,000.

You almost feel dizzy, not having had this much money at once in nearly months. Now you can pay rent and buy groceries and do all the other stuff you were too broke to do. Sitting in your car, you let out a squeal of excitement.

Unfortunately, your joy gets cut short as you go to turn your car on, the key turning repeatedly in the ignition as it stalls out.

Of course, you think, the one time I don’t put gas in this goddamn thing. To your credit, you really couldn’t afford it, and it had lasted longer on empty before. You had also neglected the oil change, and the tire rotation, and the other maintenance the mechanic kept emailing you was overdue, but how were you supposed to pay for all that anyways? Not knowing what to do, you pull out your phone to call someone to help you. As you unlock it, you’re met with Gojo’s contact information he just put in.

I mean, he would definitely help me. And I know he can afford gas. Sighing, you call him.

He answers almost immediately. “Miss me already?”

You want to roll your eyes at his cockiness, but you really do need his help. “My piece of shit car won’t turn on, and I figured you’re probably still close to the restaurant, could you help?”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. I’ll be there in a minute.” Even after just one date, it’s like you can practically hear his smile through the phone.

As promised, he arrives a few minutes later. He drives up in a sleek, black Porsche that has windows so tinted you wouldn’t be able to see inside if he hadn’t rolled his window down. Of course he drives a nice car, you think to yourself.

“Your savior has arrived,” he smirks, leaning his head out the window at you where you stand against your car. Opening the passenger side door reveals the interior of the vehicle, which is just as nice as the outside, with black leather seats and an all-black console. “You know, this is usually the part where you say thank you.” He turns to face you as the scent of his cologne hits you, something woody and crisp.

“Thanks,” you mutter as you settle into the comfortable seat. “You can just take me home.”

“On it,” he responds with a salute.

The drive is quiet as you spiral into your thoughts. How am I supposed to get a job now if I can’t even drive to an interview? How am I even supposed to get groceries? Can I just leave my car at the restaurant? Where else would I even take it? How am I supposed to afford this? Fuck.

Gojo clears his throat next to you, pulling you out of your mind. “You alright over there, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah, sorry,” you stutter, “just stressed.”

He glances over at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Well, what if I could help you be a little less stressed?”

“Oh yeah, and how would you do that exactly?” Looking down, you suddenly notice his hand on your thigh, his thumb moving in slow circles along your skin. The gentle sensation makes you feel flustered as heat begins to pool between your legs.

Am I seriously about to fuck this guy I just met?

Before you can say anything else, Gojo continues. “How about you use my car while I get yours sorted out for you, hm?” A look of surprise flashes across your face at his kindness and lack of sexual proposition. “What, not the offer you were expecting?” he smirks.

“Gojo, I-” you start.

“Look, princess, I want to do this. Let me help you, please?” he pleads.

“Fine,” you relent, “but I owe you one, seriously.”

“Don’t worry about it. But, if you really insist, I’m sure we can figure out a way for you to repay me at some point.” You tilt your head to look at him as his eyes meet yours, a glint of mischief in his blue irises.

After a few more minutes of him flirting with you, his hand never leaving your thigh, Gojo finally pulls up to your apartment building. Stepping out of the car, he hands you the keys and reminds you not to worry, that he’ll take care of everything. You thank him again as you walk inside - he insists you don’t wait outside while he waits for his ride home - and he sends you off with a wave.

Walking into your apartment, your thoughts swirl in your mind as you replay the events that just transpired. How did you manage to find this rich, handsome, courteous man? More importantly, what’s the catch? If he’s truly as good as he seems, why was he on that website in the first place?

Sighing, you flop onto your bed and peel off your dress, tossing it into the accumulating pile of clothes on the floor. Your skin feels warm where he touched you, a part of you wishing he had inched higher. Before you realize you’re doing it, your hands traverse down your body between your legs, gently pulling your panties to the side.

As you rub over your clit, you picture how his soft fingertips would feel against you, how good those long fingers would feel inside you, beckoning you towards your release. Your other hand traces up your chest, gently cupping your breast as you toy with your firm nipple. His name escapes your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer, eyes shut as you picture him. “Gojo,” you can’t stop yourself from moaning into the empty room as your orgasm hits you, legs shaking, the thought of him the only thing on your mind.

Your breathing slows as you come down from your high, heart still pounding in your chest.

Well, that settles it, you think as you sit up. I guess I am going to fuck him.

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[once-upon-helluvaboss]

Rewrite of ‘The Circus’

Hope y'all enjoy

A young Stolas’s eyes shoot open as he sits up in bed, “ My Birthday! It's my birthday!” The young owl squealed happily as he leaped out of bed before rushing into his dressing room, his imp butler following close behind.

Stolas continued to squeal as he sat as his butler began applying gel to his feathers, smoothing them down.

“Calm yourself, young prince, you wouldn't want me to mess up your feathers on your big day now, would you?” The butler said calmly.

“Oh! Right. Sorry,” The young owl responded, taking a breath to contain his excitement.

The Butler walked off momentarily before returning with Stolas' vest and cape.

“You know Father told me, today is the day, that I am old enough to know my purpose and responsibility!” Stolas said happily as the butler helped dress him.

“Of course I know,” The butler responded before placing Stolas’s crown on his head “I'm sure it will be wonderful.” The Butler smiled warmly giving Stolas a light pat on the head.

Stolas happily followed the butler out of the dressing room and down a large hallway. The walls are lined with giant pictures of himself, from when he was an egg right up until now.

The butler pushed on the large double doors at the end of the hall, opening to reveal a throne room. There sat Paimon, Stolas' father and King of the Ars Goetia, in a monstrous black form. As he stood up, his form shifted to display something more bird-like. The butler quickened his pace to stand next to him as Stolas approached his father.

“Ahhhh! There is my little, ah… Stolas!” Paimon smiled, greeting his gleeful son. Paimon leaned downward toward Stolas, slightly surprising the boy.

“Ahem,” Paimon coughed, clearing his throat. “Now then, my little fledgling,” Paimon said as he began to circle his son. “It is finally your day to become a true part of the Goetia family. Are you ready to know what you'll be meant to do to serve Hell?”

“Yes, Father!” Stolas responded confidently.

Paimon then opened a small portal to the cosmos as he spoke, giving Stolas a glimpse of the stars.

“You will be entrusted with the study of the Earth's skies, stars, and the prophecies they hold!” He continued as he pulled an enchanting book out of the portal.

“You will begin the studies of your grimoire, which will grant you access to the mortal realm to study and observe, you will grow to be a mighty Prince of Hell, with your own legions to lead and pass on your knowledge to!” Paimon exclaimed grabbing Stolas off the ground, holding the grimoire under his arm

“I will do my best, Father!” Stolas said bursting with excitement.

Paimon pulled him close into his arms and handed him his grimoire. “Wonderful! Oh, and one more thing; because you are destined to sire a precautionary addition to the Goetia family. You're now engaged!”

Stolas blinked in surprise, he could have sworn it would be a couple more years before this conversation “Engaged? To who?” Stolas asked, cocking his head to the side.

Paimon bent down a bit as the imp butler handed him a yellow envelope. “To a lovely little peacock named Stella! Isn't she charming?” Paimon responded by pulling a picture out of the envelope.

Stolas’s eyes widened as he stared at the picture. Her feathers were in a wild mess as she angrily strangled a Quieve, fiery fury blazing in her eyes. The background set aflame in a pink fire.

Stolas began to loudly wail, snapping his head away from the picture in fear.

Paimon stared at him with a look of surprised confusion painted on his face, before looking at the photo himself, that is. He let out a yelp himself before he began digging in the envelope.

“Oops! Haha, wrong photo! ” Paimon said with a nervous chuckle as he tried to show Stolas a better picture of Stella sitting with a sweet smile, her feathers groomed nicely, with not a Quieve in sight.

Stolas continued to cry, “ Ah, come on son calm down! We’re supposed to meet her today…” Paimon sighed as he wiped away his son's tears.

Stolas only gave a sniffle and a whimper in response. As tears silently rolled down his cheek.

______

Stolas sat silently next to his father in a dark carriage pulled by black horses, his eyes fixated on his talons.

His father looked down at him before lightly rubbing the feathers atop his head. “Just… try to be nice to her okay?” The large owl said with a smile in the softest voice he could muster.

“.....Yes Father,” The small prince responded quietly, without lifting his head.

The two sat quietly, the clopping of hooves racing across the road being the only thing that dared cut through their silence.

Soon the noise began to slow as they reached their destination, the carriage door opening allowing the two to exit. A beautiful large white castle stood before them, Stolas marveled at the flowers that lined the entrances a mix of blue and red. The butler knocked and the door opened, and greeting them was an Imp maid.

“Ah, I was told to expect you! Please come inside!” She said with a curtsy as she led them into the palace. Soon enough they came to a hall where there sat two peacocks and another that looked a bit older than Stolas.

“Ah, Paimon, I was wondering when you would arrive.” The male peacock said with a bow. “Well, weather as nice as this I would have taken my time too!” The lady peacock next to him said with a giggle and a curtsy.

“Yes, it is a nice afternoon isn't it Isabelle?” Paimon responded with a bow of his own. As he stood up straight he looked over, noticing the small blue peacock next to them. “Ah, and you must be Andrephuleus, my future son-in-law, correct? Hmph you take after your mother don't you?” Paimon said with a hum, the only response the small peacock gave was an icy cold glare.

“He truly does, but at least I got some of my genes in Stella!” The male peacock said with a small laugh leading everyone else in the room to quietly chuckle along with him.

“Hmph yes I can tell, but speaking of Stella I can’t help but notice she isn’t here,” Paimon asked,

“Oh, well she wanted to make sure that she looked her very best for her fiance even if it meant risking a bit of tardiness, I do hope you don’t mind.” The man responded with a sigh.

“Oh, not at all Alexander, first impressions are quite important after all!” Paimon smiled as he took a seat at the table.

Stolas looked over to Andrealphus, “Um, hello my name's Stolas! It’s nice to meet you!” he said nervously.

“Ugh, I already know that! You're marrying my sister after all!” Andrealuphus said slyly.

“Oh, I-i uh well,” Stolas shifted as Andrealuphus chuckled watching the smaller squirm.

“Ah, speaking of Stella, ooh~ there she is!” Isabella exclaimed as she stood, everyone's gaze turned towards the stairs as Stella walked down. Stolas stared at her, she was admittedly quite pretty, her feathers brushed down nicely in her light pink dress and silky white gloves, with a small simple gold crown sat atop her head, one the same as his. To be honest, Stolas thought she was quite cute, that is until the image of her strangling that Quieve flashed through his mind, he shivered.

“Ah, you must be Stella! Aren't you just a doll!” Paimon said as the girl came closer.

“Thank you Mr. Paimon!” She giggled as she curtsied.

“Oh, you look lovely dear!” Her mother marveled

“Come on now Stolas, say hi to your fiance!” Paimon said calling Stolas to his side, Stolas could feel a pit in his stomach but he went.

“Ah, I’m Stolas! It's nice to meet you Stella, I like your dress!” Stolas said, bowing as she greeted her, she giggled at his compliment.

“Alright, now that everyone's here, mind telling us where you planned to take the children?” Isabella said, clasping her hands.

Paimon blinked in confusion, “Um, I thought you had made the plans for them?” Paimon said, staring at her bewildered.

The two peacocks both looked at each other's eyes widening .

Paimon pinches the spot in-between his eyes seeing there reactions .“I'm sorry do you mean to tell me that neither of you have anything planned for this afternoon?” Paimon groaned

“I-it seems so… I sincerely apologize for this inconvenience, but I’m sure we can come up with something!” Alexander said with a shaky sigh.

The three children stood quietly as their parents did their best to come up with something last minute. After a moment Stolas came up with a suggestion, “Uh, maybe we could go to the circus?” Stolas said

Everyone paused, “The circus? For a first date?” Alexander said doubtfully

“Well, I mean that’s not a terrible idea but, I don’t know if Stella would be interested in a place like that,” Isabella said skeptically,

“What kind of plebian goes to the circus? For a first date at that!” Andrealphus said quite enough for only Stolas to hear. Paimon made a ‘hmph’ sound with no further comment.

Stolas shifted under the pressure of their comments.”Um, well I’ve never actually been to a circus, but it sounds like it would be a lot of fun! Especially with someone like Stolas to lead the way for me!” Stella chimed in with an innocent look.

“Mph, I don't know…” Alexander said

“Come on love, I don’t see the harm in it! Plus it's not like we’re coming up with any bright ideas!” Isabella said with a breathy laugh.

“Oh alright,” Alexander responded with a sigh

Paimon clasped his hands, “Well then if we’re all in agreement, then I guess the circus it is!”

“But I don’t want to go to the circus!” Andreluphus chimed in,

Paimon furrowed his brow “I'm sorry, who said you were going with them?” Paimon said still slightly annoyed.

“What- I obviously can’t let her go alone with him! She’s my sister after all!” Andrelphus pouted, puffing up his icy blue tail feathers.

“Calm down son, we’re not sending them alone obviously they’ll have imps with them. Plus you think we’d marry your sister to some ruffian?” Alexander asked

Andrealphus pouted, as Stolas sighed happily knowing they would be without him.

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Stolas squealed as they arrived at the circus, “This is going to be so much fun!” He yelled

“Mmph, I can smell candy even from here!” Stella said as she hopped out of the carriage, Stolas jumped at her voice but she seemingly paid no mind.

As they entered the two imps stopped them momentarily, “Alrighty, now listen here you two, I know this is a circus and I know y'all wanna have fun and you two probably outrun us a bit! But try not to get too far so you don’t get lost ok?” The imp maid that had greeted Stolas and his father, said in her soft country accent.

“Yes ma’am, we will,” Stella said, rolling her eyes, she turned around making her way into the circus with Stolas following close by her.

“I swear, I ran off one time and now I doubt I’ll ever hear the end of it! It’s so annoying!” She huffed

“Uh yeah, that um sounds annoying…” Stolas responded quietly

“Hmph, glad we agree! Now come on, I've always wanted to try carnival games!” Stella cheered excitedly as she walked through the crowd.

The two ventured through the carnival, playing different games, going on different rides, and eating food with enough sugar to give a small imp diabetes, soon they stopped for ice cream.

“Alright chocolate for Stolas, and strawberry for Stella, give this to her will you?” The butler asked he handed Stolas both icecreams,

“Oh, uh here you go Stella,” Stolas said as he tried to hand her her ice cream, but his hand faltered instead dropping it on her dress before it fell to the ground.

Stolas froze as he looked up at her watching her eyes begin to well with tears, “Oh honey, it's alright we’ll get you another one, with two big scoops!” Her maid said, trying to comfort her.

She began to tremble as Stolas tried to apologize, “I-I’m so sorry Stella, here I’ll help clean your dress off!” Stolas said shakily as she grabbed a towel to try to wipe off the ice cream staining her dress.

Stella smacked his hand away as she burst into tears, “This is the worst date ever!” She cried as she ran off into the crowd, her maid called out to her as she ran to go get the girl herself.

“Oh Lucifer, Stolas stay here please while I go get them okay!” Stolas’s butler said running off after the two before Stolas could fully process what happened.

Stolas sat on a bench near the ice cream van for a moment not even noticing he had dropped his own ice cream in Stella’s fit.

“First day meeting her and I get ice cream all over her! Father is going to kill me, or worse he takes away my grimoire!” Stolas whined to himself, and then he had an idea, “Oh! maybe if I go find her myself I won’t be in trouble!” Stolas nodded to himself as hoped of the bench entering the crowd.

Stolas walked through the crowd, his small size making it easy to get through the many people. However, it also meant he couldn't really see where he was going, unfortunately, he only realized this as he came to the back part of the circus. He walked nervously, the area was fairly empty as the circus was in its prime hours so most of its actors were busy.

He sighed to himself as he came to a wooden fence at the very back of the carnival, “Great, not only am I lost, but I’m going to be in so much trouble when I get back!” Stolas whined, but before he could turn around he heard something, it sounded like crying.

Stolas’s eyes flicked back and forth between the fence and the path, he then sighed and went closer to the fence, he came all this way after all. He squeezed himself through the fence and walked through the bushes. Soon he found the source of the noise, Stella, hugging her knees on the ground sobbing to herself.

“Stella! There you are, people are looking for you y’know !” Stolas shouted as he ran toward her. Stella smacked his hand away, “Go away, you’ve already ruined today!” She yelled causing Stolas to fall on his bottom.

Stolas sat there for a moment unsure what to do, he decided that the best thing to do was apologize first and foremost.

He took a deep breath before scooting a bit closer to her, “Listen, Stella, I’m really sorry about your ice cream and your dress, it was an accident honestly!” He said

“Oh please Stolas, do you think I’m stupid?!” Stella shouted

“What no I don’t-”

“I mean seriously after everything else you’ve done you really think I’d believe that you dropped ice cream on by accident, puh-lease!” Stella huffed, turning away from him.

Stolas tilted his head confused, “W-what other stuff?” He asked cautiously,

Stella grumbled “Ugh, it’s like you're being stupid on purpose! Seriously, how don't you remember bumping into me and then stealing my duck in that fishing game or letting that tent flap hit my face when we went to see that magician?! You don’t remember any of that?!” Stella huffed as she poked his chest with her gloved finger.

Stolas paused for a moment thinking about the adventure, sure he remembered winning the fishing game and seeing the magician, and he supposed he had bumped into once or twice but everything else was lost on him.

“Well?!” Stella huffed, snapping Stolas out of his thoughts, he looked her right in the eyes as she made the same angry face she had in her picture. But he knew he couldn't just stay frozen now so he swallowed down the lump in his throat.

“Uh, well I guess I remember bumping into o-once or twice but, I don’t remember anything else, any of that other stuff… ” Stolas responded, his voice quivering.

Stella huffed again as she pulled her hand away from his chest, “Well even if you don’t remember it, it still happened and all of that isn't even mentioning how you've barely looked me in the eye! I mean this is the first time we’ve met and yet every time you look at me it’s like you've seen a ghost! So explain that why don’t you!” Stella said crossing her arm across her chest while pouting,

Stolas took a deep breath deciding to tell her the truth, he was already going to be in another world of trouble when they finally got back so why not, he looked down and sighed before saying “Well it’s because of that picture your parents sent with you strangled that Quive, it uh didn’t exactly give you the best first impression.” Stolas said, while twiddling his fingers.

Stella stared gobsmacked at him, the anger all but robbed from her face. She blinked a couple of times before she began to speak, “W-what, how did you even see that? They told me they’d thrown it out, it shouldn't have even gotten developed! A-and I didn’t even mean to do it!” Stella said in a panicked frenzy, grabbing onto her feathers.

“Wait what? What do you mean you didn't mean to do it? How do you accidentally strangle something?” Stolas said still lightly cautious of his words

Stella took a deep breath to calm herself down, “Okay maybe that isn't the best way to put it…” She started, “You see when I was taking those pictures to send to your daddy my mum brought in those quives, something about them looking good with my palette or whatever.” She continued rolling her eyes. “And then out of nowhere, one of them bit me right before the photographer snapped a photo! I even have this bite to prove it!” Stella huffed pulling off her glove revealing what looked to be a deep bite mark, and Stolas blinked in a bit of shock.

“Oh my, that looks terrible, it must've hurt…” Stolas said as look at the nasty bite mark on her hand.

“Pft, you're telling me!” Stella huffed pulling her hand away and tugging her glove back onto her hand.

The two sat there quietly; the only noise to be heard was the rustling of leaves blowing in the wind.

Stolas sighed again as he looked up at her, “Uh, again I’m sorry for being rude to you and stuff I guess I shouldn't have judged you,” Stolas said scooting a bit closer to her.

Stella sighed “It’s fine I guess, I suppose I wouldn't be the nicest to someone if I saw them do something like that…” Stella responded, Stolas could feel her hand brushing up against his he lightly jumped at her touch. But after a second he put his hand back letting her grab a hold of it.

The two sat there quietly letting the wind blow through their feathers, both enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

Suddenly Stolas remembered where they were, "Uh Stella we should probably get back, there probably looking for us." Stolas said quietly.

Stella blinked “Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Well come on then let's get going!” Stella said leading them out of the underbrush holding tight to Stolas's hand.

After the two managed to squeeze themselves back through the fence and walked a bit through the trailer parklike area behind the circus they saw their two imp servants. They were frantically looking around for two, but somehow didn't notice them just up the path in their frenzy.

“Oh no we're going to be in so much trouble when they see us!” Stolas whinned

“No we won't! Just follow my lead alright?” Stella responded confidently leading Stolas and herself towards them.

Stolas became petrified when Stella stopped and called out to the two, “Miss Maid, Mister Butler, we're over here!” Stella called

The two snapped their heads around and quickly rushed over to the two. “Stolas, Stella there you are! We've been looking all over for you two!" Mister Butler said quickly inspecting them, Miss Maid doing the same.

Stella gave a sly smile before explaining things, “Ah, well you see, Stolas had actually come and found me! We were going to head right back to you two but then some mean imps tried to get us to we ran and hid in some bushes!”

Stolas gave a shocked expression at how easily she came up with it, “Uh y-yeah it was really scary but thankfully we weren't hurt!” Stolas continued nervously.

“Oh dear, well I'm glad you two are okay! C'mon we should be getting you two home it'll be getting late soon!” Miss Maid said with the Butler nodding in agreement.

They both grabbed their respective child's hand leading them back into the carnival.

“I can't believe that worked! How'd you come up with that so fast?” Stolas whispered with a small giggle.

“You know how I said I ran away one time? Well maybe it was more than once.” Stella responded with a giggle of her own.

As they continued through the circus Stolas looked up and saw the large circus tent. “Oh, Mister Butler, can we please go see the show?” Stolas squealed forcing the Butler to a pause.

Both Stella and her maid also stopped watching the two, “Stolas, it's getting late, plus you've seen this show several times.” Mister Butler sighed

“I know but we are already coming up to it so we may as well!” Stolas responded practically hopping with excitement.

Mister Butler looked over to Miss Maid who gave a shrug, “Fine we'll go see the show.”

Stolas squeeled as he went over to grab Stella’s hand pulling her toward the circus tent.

“Uh, why are we here, it looks like we’ve missed half the show by now,” Stella asked as Stolas sat them down at one of the seats in the crowded tent.

“Because we're just in time for my favorite part!” Stolas said excitedly, clapping his hands.

An imp with horns seemingly too big for his head came into the spotlight as one of the performances finished, “Now, everyone's favorite thing about circus shit: the motherfuckin' clowns!”

Several frightening Imp clowns with glowing eyes leap out at the audience from behind curtains. The large horned imp laughs as they fly outward disappearing into the darkness. The audience scream and pull away in terror, with Stella grabbing onto Stolas as he giggles knowing it’s just part of the show.

The spotlight flashes over to a small foot stepping on a pedestal board accompanied by the sound of a bell jingling.

“You ready, Blitzo?” A young voice says out of view.

A young imp presumably Blitzo gives a rope a quick tug. “Born ready!” Responds Blitzo as he and another, more clown-dressed imp leap off of their boards and begin a flying trapeze act. Blitzo passes by Stella and Stolas’s section of the bleachers, time appears to slow; they both stare up at the imp in awe.

Blitzoo then lands on a ball the other imp swings away, “ Haaaaa! Tada~!” The imp laughed “Heya, folks! Wanna see me make a horse?”

Blitzo takes out a green balloon, blows it up, and attempts to tie it into a horse shape. It appears as a knot, before immediately popping.

Blitzo’s eyes widened in surprise “ Crap.” he said quietly, he then began pulling out balloons and attempting to make a horse, with them popping all the same. His expression grows more worried with each popped balloon.

The audience stares dead silent, unimpressed as Blitzo keeps trying and failing to make the simple shape.

“ De-de-de-de-do-do-do-do- Ah, hehehe, Horse!” Blitzo exclaimed nervously as he finally made a horse except it had no legs.

“Well, heh. It was a horse, but then it ate too much sugar and its legs stopped working so he had to amputate. Now, it's a gross worm horse.”

Stolas begins to laugh softly,

“See? He gets it. Because horses - they make no sense.” Blitzo said with a small laugh

“Uh, Stolas that wasn’t really funny,” Stella murmured

“Obviously not! It’s part of the act, Fizzarolli’s coming on next!” Stolas whispered back

Fizzarolli the clown-dressed imp jumped down, joining Blitzoo with a red balloon of his own.

“Okay, Blitzoo, that's enough horsing around! Hey, everybody! Look at this, it's Banana Pudding the clown horsey!” He smiles making horse noises, a perfect horse balloon in his hand the crowd laughed as Blitzo stood to the side giving an awkward laugh.

—------------------25 years Later--------------------—

In the present day, an adult Stolas wakes and stretches in the morning, he stares dejected at the empty spot next to him in bed. He sighs before perking up a bit and grabbing his wine-red robe. He heads into his bathroom splashing his face with water before brushing his teeth.

He leaves his room humming to himself as he goes to his library to check on his grimoire. He picked it up off the shelf before flipping through the pages unaware of the imp in a tattered jacket looking at him through the window, staring at the magic flying off the pages. He tugged at the window trying to get inside, falling off it as Stolas closed the grimoire.

Stolas jumped at the thud going over to open the window, he stared down only seeing the bushes that lined his house. “Must've been a bird,” He shrugged as he closed and locked the window.

He heads down the hall, stopping at one of the doors, peeking inside giving a loving smile seeing his peacefully sleeping daughter Octavia. He softly closed the door and continued down the hall.

He makes his way to the kitchen pouring himself some coffee as he hears his wife, Stella come in. He turns to look at her on the phone being held up by an imp, she readjusts her pink fluffy robe, her feathers fluffy and uncombed as she hadn't fixed herself up. Her white tail feathers flap as she speaks to someone on the phone.

He poured another cup before coming up behind her, “Morning love,” he said, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, as she handed her her cup.

“Ah morning Stolas,” She responded flatly, rubbing the feathers on the back of his head before continuing her conversation on the phone.

“Um, Stella, I know you want to plan for our anniversary and stuff, but don’t you think you could take a break and let the servants handle it? I mean they're called ‘help’ for a reason.” Stolas asked as they sat down at the table.

Stella rolled her eyes, “Oh please! The last time I let them plan things everything went to shit! They got Alizarin Crimson instead of-”

“Wine red for streamers…” Stolas sighed,

“Exactly!” She huffed while hanging up her phone.

“I’m pretty sure you're the only one who noticed but alright,” Stolas mumbled under his breath as another imp brought them their breakfast.

“Oh, and speaking of the party do you have any requests? Like food, or special guests and stuff?” Stella said, taking a bite of her pancakes.

“Um, well I'm sure you’ve already planned for any food either of us would want and I’ve never cared for special guests. But I do have one teeny-tiny little request about the guest list.” Stolas started shyly.

“I’m not uninviting my brother,” Stella deadpanned

“But Stellaaaa,” Stolas whined

“Don’t ‘Stellaaaa’ me! You know I can’t uninvite him, plus he’s not even that bad!” Stella snapped, rolling her eyes.

“Ugh maybe not you and Via, but he’s certainly ‘that bad’ to me! He’s just so, so ugh!” Stolas responded by dragging his fingers down his face.

Stella sighed “Either way, you know I can’t uninvite him! You remember the stink he made when he found he was invited last, how do you think he’ll react to not being invited at all?” Stella asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I know but still, I won’t enjoy it…” Stolas pouted

Stella paused and set her utensils down, “How about this, if you do act right then I’ll add an extra surprise to your anniversary gift~.” Stella said in a sultry tone, as reached over the table.

Stolas's feather puffed up in an instant, “I uh, suppose a few hours with him wouldn’t be too bad,”

_______

Stolas stood next to Stella as they laughed along with their friends, Ville and Evelynn.

“Wow Stella you really outdid yourself, this party is great!” Ville said with his raspy voice, swishing his wine in the glass twice as small as his white feathered hand.

“Doesn't she always~?” Evelynn giggled flipping her short purple feathers.

“Oh stop you two are making me blush, uh but do continue!” She tacked on at the end giving the group a laugh.

“So, how's Octavia been doing?” Ville asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh, she’s just fine, she has been doing quite well with her magic studies I must say!” Stolas responded pridefully.

“Oh trust me we’ve heard plenty about it from Christopher!” Ville laughed

“Y’know Stella if those two ever got married then we’d really be sisters!” Evelynn squealed

“Oh my goodness you're so right!” Stella squealed along with her.

Ville chuckled at their excitement, “Oh actually speaking of Octavia, where is she? I've barely seen her all night.” Ville asked, scratching his jaw.

“Oh, you know how she can be sometimes, she’s probably up in her room taking a break from the party.” Stolas responded without a thought.

“Mm yes, as much as I love her I do wish she wasn’t so shy sometimes.” Stella said with a small sigh.

As their conversation continued, Stolas spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Blue glitter feathers peeked out from the crowd, he bit his cheeks.

“Uh, do pardon me, I —ah need to head to the bathroom,” Stolas said, shoving his glass into Stella’s free hand as he excused himself from the group. Stella gave him a bit of a funny look but shrugged as he ran off.

Stolas closed the door of the ballroom and went a bit down the dark hall, “Just a few hours, and then you get that gift you've been waiting for!” He mumbled to himself still grimacing at the thought of having to interact with his Brother-in-law.

After there for a moment or two, he heard Stella’s voice as she came up behind him, “Stolas guess who just got here!” She said happily, grabbing his arm and ready to drag him back to the party.

Stolas panicked knowing who would soon follow and be by her side. He then heard a noise like someone struggling, they both looked forward to see two large white hellhounds holding an imp between them.

“Excuse us, sir we found this imp snooping around, we’ll take care of him.” The left one said ready to continue on their way, but just then Stolas had an idea.

“Ahem, as a Goetia I believe I should deal with this disrespectful imp myself!” Stolas straightened his posture as Stella gave him a funny look.

The two hellhounds unceremoniously dropped the imp, Stolas quickly grabbed him by his raggedy jacket pulling him off to somewhere. “I’ll be back in a bit, so don’t have too much fun without me~!” He yelled as walked deeper into the hall.

“There he goes running off again, like a coward,” A sly voice behind Stella said.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t deal with an imp breaking into your house? Sounds pretty cowardly to me.” Stella responded with the same sly tone in her voice.

“Wha-”

______

“Dammit, Dammit, Dammit! Why isn't he responding?!” A male imp with white hair is at the top of Stolas’s mansion.

“You don't think he got caught right Moxxie?” A female black-haired imp asked,

“Why else wouldn’t he respond, Millie? Ugh, I told him this was a bad idea! He’s probably a stone statue by now! ” Moxxie responded, pulling his hair out.

_______

Stolas entered a room with the imp, “Alright, little imp, usually, I would have already turned you to stone! But since you’ve helped me a bit tonight I’ll let it slide just this-” Stolas turned around after locking the door, he paused before bending down and getting close to the imp’s face. He grabbed the imp by the chin as he began to sweat, Stolas examined his face in silence.

“Do, do I know you?” Stolas asked still looking at him.

“Wha- nooo, I’ve uh only ever seen ya’ on TV!” The imp responded nervously waving his hands as he scooted back from the curious owl.

Stolas’s eyes widened as it hit him, “Wait, I do know you! You're that circus performer!” Stolas exclaimed “Oh what was your name? Buz, Bucko, Bing?” Stolas inquired, tapping his chin.

“Blitzo, it was Blitzo.” The imp responded quietly

Stolas cocked his head, “Was Blitzo?” he asked innocently

“Yeah, the ‘o’ is silent…” He responded avoiding the owl's eyes

“Huh, why silent the ‘o’?” Stolas once again inquired innocently.

“Reasons… a lot of reasons. But listen you're gonna kill me can you not turn me stone and just, like, shoot me or something?” Blitzo laughed nervously

“Mm, no I don’t think I’ll do that,” Stolas laughed, waving his hand. “But I’m curious now, since you're here, what ever happened to you and your circus troupe? I assumed you would rebuild after that fire but it was like you all disappeared!” Stolas said crouching down to be on eye level with Blitzo.

“Uh, a lot of things were happening behind the scenes, b-before after the fire, i-it was better we split.” Blitzo responded as he crossed his arms close to his chest, still avoiding the owl's red eyes.

“How unfortunate,” Stolas responded, Blitzo could barely tell if he was being sincere or not. “Well let me ask you another thing, why exactly did you break into my house, on my anniversary no less?” Stolas asked his tone a bit more annoyed.

Blitzo paused, “I uh was trying to find a way to the human realm, and since there was this big party I thought everyone would be too distracted to notice me! Plus you're like royalty so I doubt you’d notice if I nabbed an asmodeus crystal or two, aha ha…” Blitzo responded, twiddling his finds as Stolas stared back at him.

“And what pray tell, would an imp need asmodeus crystals for?” Stolas inquired

“My uh business…” Blitzo responded

Stolas gave a surprised hum, “An imp with a business, now that’s certainly new! What does it have to do with the mortal realm?” Stolas asked his curiosity, growing with the imps nervous replies.

“Uh, well uh me and my team are assassins and get revenge for ya’ if someone killed you or anything similar! Ah, here's my business card if you're interested!” Blitzo said, perking up as he handed Stolas a crudely made business card.

Stolas stared at it, it looked to be a colored piece of cardboard, he smiled “Well then, tell me little imp how would you feel if I were to hire you then?” Stolas smiled

Blitzo stared back at him, his eyes widening in shock, “A-are you serious? This isn't some prank to try to embarrass me in front of your friends or something??” he asked cautiously

“Why of course not! You’ve helped me a bit tonight, and plus I really did enjoy the shows! So it's only fair if I help to repay you! So little imp do we have a deal?” Stolas asked, giving his hand to Blitzo.

Blitzo stared at the hand before grabbing it with his own, “Yes, yes we do!” He laughed happily, shaking the owl's hand. “Well, uh I guess I should go and call back later?” Blitzo laughed as he went to the door.

But as he grabbed the knob Stolas grabbed the collar of his coat, “Ah, I kind of told them that I was going to deal with you. And by deal, I mean you were supposed to be a statue long before now…” Stolas said with a bit of a sigh.

“Then how am I supposed to leave?” Blitzo asked, Stolas looked over to a window as a devilish grin appeared on his face, “I have an idea.”

Moxxie and Millie stood on the roof panicking as they tried to get in contact with there, until the sound of someone talking could be heard.

“Uh, Moxxie do you hear that?” Millie asked, they ran over to the edge of the roof, only to see Blitzo flying out and landing far across the yard.

Suddenly Moxxie felt his phone buzz in his pants,”Hello, sir is was that you?!” Moxie yelled over the phone.

Blitzo sat on the ground quietly not answering for a moment, “You guys are never who might've just hired us,”

—--------------A little while after that—---------------

Stella sat at a table with her, a large cake in front of them. However just as they were about to indulge an imp came crashing down onto it, “Sorry I fucked your husband!” Blitzo laughed as he quickly scurried off the table.

Stolas came rushing toward the balcony only to see the mess Blitzo had left, “STOLAS, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Stella yelled at the top of her lungs

Stolas only stared back down at her with a cowardly expression.

—-------------------------Now…----------------------—

Stolas blinks awake, groaning in pain, lying next to a bottle of absinthe. He's still wearing his outfit from Ozzie's, his mascara he took an hour to perfect now running down his cheeks.. He pulls himself up, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, and scrolling through his recent photos, a series of pictures of Blitzo or things related to Blitzo.

As he stared at them he couldn't help but sing,

♫ Owl in a cage ♫

♫ You show your age ♫

♫ Your sweetness has run foul ♫

♫ Without a change you're lost, exhausted ♫

♫ By your time on stage ♫

♫ Then you walked in my room ♫

♫ And like sparks in the dark ♫

♫ Life was suddenly thrilling and new ♫

♫ What between you and I ♫

♫ Just a comfortable lie ♫

♫ I'm the fool who believes when you look in my eyes ♫

♫ Prince, all alone, upon your throne ♫

♫ Your power is so frail ♫

♫ You raise your voice ♫

♫ You have no choice ♫

♫ Inside your gilded jail ♫

Stolas stood, his hands on the balcony as he stared into the stars he usually studied. So entranced by them he didn't notice the clicking of heels coming towards him.

“Stolas…” A calm but angry but angry voice said.

He turned quickly to see Stella, he was a bit surprised to see her still dressed up at this hour.

“Ah, S-stella darling I didn't expect to see you up this late!” He stammered.

She stared back at him with clenched fists, “Don’t you Stella darling me! You were with that imp again werent you!” She yelled coming toward him.

Stolas gave her a panicked look knowing that he couldn't argue. His silence only seemed to enrage her further, “Oh, I can’t believe you, do you even know what you've done!” Stella yelled.

“Stella please, I-i know I hurt you but-”

“But nothing! Not only have you completely disgraced our marriage, but you've also completely embarrassed us! Do you have any idea how difficult it was to track down all the newspapers of your little speech in the Wrath ring?! Have you thought about any of that!?” Stella screeched, coming closer to his face.

She raised her hands seemingly ready to crash down hard onto Stolas’s chest. However her fists came down onto him rather softly, she held them there lightly hitting on his chest as tears began to fall from her eyes.

“Stella…” Stolas said softly as they both sank to the ground.

They both sat there as Stella shivered while quietly sobbing, after a moment Stolas went to grab one her hands now in her lap. However, the second he placed his hand on hers she quickly pulled them away.

“No, no,no I-i’m done with you! I can’t do this, I hate you!” Stella yelled as she rose up.

“What, no Stella please can w-we can talk about this!” Stolas said standing up with her.

“After all you've done you think you deserve that!?” She yelled back.

“I-i don’t but please, j-just give me a chance. I’ll agree to whatever you want to do just-” Stolas begged, returning to his knees.

“Fine..” Stella said, Stolas gave a sigh of relief, before Stella continued. “I’m calling my brother..” She said, crossing her arms.

“W-what, but Stella he has nothing to do with this a-and-” Stolas stammered

“Ah ah! You said you’d agree to anything, this is anything!” She replied snlyly, Stolas sat there on the ground as Stella walked back into the house.

Stella clutched her chest as she closed the balcony door, sighing as wiped the mascara off her face.

“M-mom, are you okay?” Stella snapped her head up to see Octavia, from the looks of it she seemed groggy as if she had just woken up.

Stella sighed seeing that she probably hadent heard their conversation, “Y-yes, I’m just fine dear! Come on you should be getting back to bed!” Stella responded grabbing her daughter shoulders to lead her back to her room.

“A-are you sure, I heard you two arguing, again…” Octavia said planting her talons in the ground to keep her mother from moving her.

Stella paused, “I- yes dear, its just-” Stella paused again deciding to bite her tongue, “I-it’s nothing, we’re fine! Now come on lets get to bed..” She responded softly.

“Mh, alright…” Octavia responded, but even then she couldnt help but turn back to the balcony door.

And on the other side sat Stolas wallowing in his own mistakes and misery.

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And I’m done, this took so much longer than I anticipated!

Now if you have any criticism’s please share, I had a bit of trouble with certain parts. For example Stella and Stolas a muppet babies, I was trying to make there conversation realistic for there age without just making them drool. Same with Stolas and Blitzo’s talk, it looked a bit funny but I tried so I guess thats what matters?

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 7

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.

If I see this necklace on Charles later, *dragging finger across throat*

There is a barrier between y'all, so I'm hoping one of you has decided to come to your senses and tell the truth to Alan and Babe. Jeffrey is seeing accidents, so Jeffrey, hopefully you are seeing the light of truth too and will confess to Alan!

I like you, Way. I like you too much knowing damn well that you are lying, but you don't seem as red as before. It looks a little hot pink-ish now. Maybe because you're sad that Babe doesn't love you.

Get hit with the blinding light of love for this Blue Boy sitting next to you who has apparently been in love with you for years according to that pink from the last episode.

Peter, I TRUST YOU! Don't do me like this! This is pink, right? RIGHT? It's pink. You're in love with Waymond, and this is pink, not red. Pink.

I'm ignoring the Gucci red watchband because the way Peter is looking at Waymond and the fact that he put blue on Waymond is all I need to know that Peter sits at the same table with Kimberly, Kenta, and Alan as the people I trust.

How long have you been in love with him, Pete? The pink already snitched on you. Just tell me! Or did you leave it on the note? That'd be too easy. But that note better have said "Hey, I just 'met' you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?" I ship it!

Kimberly! You've been a lot less red lately. The blues are gonna need a driver soon if Jeffrey's vision is right. You should apply!

KENTA IS RIGHT THERE, KIMBERLY! Lose focus and have a consensual workplace relationship.

Wait a minute? It's Decanus and . . . there's only one man who consistently wears black, but I refuse to believe that he would meet with Decanus. No. That's another man in black. I cannot see the faces clearly, so I will not accuse *sobs* Kenta.

These two are best friends. I can tell.

AHHHH! Charles is meeting with Big Red, yet he is wearing blue! Is he being kidnapped? No. He just walked away. But now he is surrounded by blue. Charles!!!!! I know you are lying, but the blue is saying . . . something! But Big Red is listening.

Oh thank, God! Way is turning over a new leaf and committing to being a blue boy. Good.

No. NO! Barbara, I know you are upset at Charles for lying (which your super spidey senses should have alerted you about because the red was there), but why do you keep doing this to Way? He was committed to the blue! Pete likes him. Stop!

NO, WAYMOND, NO! JUST LET BABE BE SAD AND MISERABLE. DON'T DO IT!

Tell him to get his hands off of you, Barbie! That's how they keep getting you! Do not fall for his bullshit!

Is this story about Charlie?! OH SHIT! *telenovela fall to the floor*

I don't want you to get slapped, Kentana, but there is only one man who wears black consistently, and that's you. You ARE planning something with Decanus, aren't you?! Do. Not. Hurt. Barbie. I trust you!

Oh shit! Barbie is realizing it's the touches! I tried to warn you, homie. I did. I said, "Barbie, don't let them touch you!" Now, figure out that Waymond keeps touching you too. Don't get dickmatized again. I need you to stay focused! BARBIE, FOCUS! Waymond. Superpowers. Punch them!

Barbara, the dick is not that good for you to forgive him already! Barbara, I'm so mad at you right now. I'm only rooting for Kimberly and Alan now. You and Kentana are on my shit list.

Did the note from Peter ask for a date?! Waymond, horrible choice of red roses with a red ribbon for a date with Peter or . . . is this your villain era? No! This is a date with Peter! *dances happily*

I mean this from the depth of my soul - Whatever happens now, you're on your own, Barbara. You figured out what Charles was doing to you, and you are just cool with it? I know he, too, had a crappy childhood, but he did all that without your consent, and you're okay with it? The red is still there! He just took from you something you can't get back, without your consent. This is metaphorical, and I wish you, a fictional character, could see that.

Did Peter really not show up for y'alls date?! Did something happen to Pete?! WHERE IS HE?! Did Big Red kidnap him?! Wait, Peter can text but not show up for a date? I don't believe it.

I'm gonna break my own rule, and translate the text messages because I have no colors to guide me, and I'm very confused why Peter would not show up when he has been in love with Waymond for awhile. The colors don't lie. Peter would show up!

Google Translate: "Sorry, I just finished clearing things up with Charlie" Wait a minute. Charlie? Was Waymond texting Babe because he was sad Peter didn't show up for dinner? This still doesn't make sense.

Or . . . Waymond's at his and Babe's restaurant, and Babe said "sorry." It wasn't a date with Peter was it? This was a date with . . . oh, you have to be shitting me. PETER IS RIGHT THERE IN LOVE WITH YOU, PENDEJO!

I'm in no mood for North and Sonic's color shenanigans. I'm too pissed off to even yell at Sonic for wearing red over the blue. Whatever. Be a back-stabber too. No me importa.

WHAT THE FUCK?! NOT KIMBERLY!

If anything happens to Kimberly, I'm burning down this whole site! He's a good one! Kentana, you better get your shit together and save your man! If Kentana and Barbara save Kimberly, I'll take them off my shit list. Even Charles will get some leeway.

Whiny Winifred, why are you pointing a gun at . . . SONIC AND NORTH?! I know I wrote I didn't care about y'all earlier, but I do! Y'all can't die until I figure out what the deal is with y'alls colors!

Barbara is wearing the same outfit in the previews that he is wearing when he punches people in the hallway!

Mission: Save Kim Possible!