#stupid enough to think that he could go to the Hotel to drag Angel back without giving himself away cause of lost composure? Yes.

[velvette-hussle]

Lowkey, I wish Vox had answered Valentino when he asked him which gun made him look sexier. He didn’t even need to verbally do it, he could’ve just pointed and I would’ve been satisfied.

It just tickles me that he’d care enough to pick - and finds the imagery of Val with a gun attractive enough to have a preference, period - while also still completely vetoing Valentino’s whole plan to storm the Hotel (or whatever the fuck his dumb ass thought he was gonna do).

EDIT: Here’s the picture for reference; and also the answer is obviously the bigger one because it matches his wings (not that I necessarily find Val sexy, but still).

[terry-perry]

Hey, I see you're looking for Alastor request to write him better.

Could I get Alastor x F! Reader where they're constantly flirting with each other until someone shouts just kiss already which takes Alastor off guard enough for the reader to sweep in and kiss him, then as he kisses back she gets dragged off to is room. The rest from there is up to you :)

Inspired by the writings of F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Do you think I ought to bob my hair, Alastor?" Y/N asked the distinguished demon by her side as they shared a few drinks at the hotel's bar. Husk busied himself by wiping some glasses, refraining from rolling his eyes as the pair continued with this back-and-forth.

"I'd look rather darling with such a hairstyle, don't you think?"

"An absolute dream, my dear," Alastor responded, regarding her more intently than usual.

He wasn't sure what it was, but something about her was especially vivacious that night. Perhaps it was the way she seemed to make a bit of effort to be on his level for the dinner-dance the hotel was hosting to celebrate its grand re-opening. Like with many of the antics that go on in the place, Alastor stood passively by, subtly scaring those who came close to him.

Then he spotted her.

He liked how becoming the dark red dress she wore was and how It set off her unnaturally shadowy eyes. Let's not forget about the way her hair glistened so! It was almost like the stars were woven into it.

"You know, back when I was alive, having such a hairstyle would be considered immoral, sinful," Alastor remarked, shamelessly reaching out to twirl a few strands of her hair around his sharp nails. "It was a sure and easy way to attract certain attention."

She took in the way his eyes floated towards hers, but not before making their way up slowly from her legs. Had he been anyone else, she would've disregarded his remark with a brutal slap (perhaps with something worse if she were in the mood). But this was the Radio Demon she was speaking with.

She knew she had him right where she wanted him the moment she stepped in. If her attire hadn't drawn him in, then it was definitely all the attention she gathered from the other party guests who would offer to dance with her. Each one that would head her way with enthusiastic determination would have Alastor's eye twitch before he finally decided it was his turn to cut in.

After that, she was his and no one else's. After all no one would dare be stupid enough to steal the Radio Demon's dance partner.

"Well, it's a good thing we're in Hell then," Y/N said, going as far as laying a hand on the normally touch-aversed Alastor's knee. In this case, however, a glow settled almost imperceptibly over him.

Their eyes met completely, and they stopped talking entirely as they stared at each other. It wasn't until an irritated voice intruded on their space and made the glow fade away.

"For fuck's sake, will you two just get it on already?!" Angel Dust screeched from the Y/N's other side. "This was amusing for a while, but you've been dancing around each other all night. The party ended hours ago, and you still haven't even kissed yet."

An awkward silence followed this. Alastor looked at Angel, eye twitching once more. He wouldn't understand that a classy lady like Y/N deserved to be wooed properly. She's, no doubt, heard every practiced line known in this side of the Pentagram. And she certainly wouldn't react well to such bold actions like hot kisses and heavy petting.

Alastor opened his mouth to explain as much when Y/N grabbed a hold of his face and placed a big kiss on his lips. He would've been more shocked had it not felt like such blissful oblivion. It was better than any glass of rye he had ever drank. He kept a stronghold of her, his claws piercing the small of her back while his other hand took hold of her hair.

They eventually released one another, going back to looking at each other.

"Forgive me," she managed to say between heavy breaths. She kept her bold smile on as well as a tight grip on his lapel. "You've got an awfully kissable mouth."

And with that, the glow returned along with a desire to finish this upstairs.

"About fucking time," Husk uttered, watching with Angel the way Alastor dragged a giddy Y/N to his room.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hands Off

Content Warning: Adamsapple, jealous! Lucifer, possessive behavior, swearing, Adam is his own warning, implied sexual themes.

Everyone was rewarded with a night out in the city. Things were going well and everyone had been on their best behavior, for the most part.

Adam was sitting at the bar throwing back shots of tequila and slamming the glass into the bar top. Fuck did he need this drink, the shit at the hotel was weaker than piss.

Lucifer was on the other end of the bar, nursing his own drink as he watched Adam out of the corner of his eye. They had gotten into a huge argument before they left, leaving the pair still pissed off at the other by the time they got to the bar. Lucifer had kind of let it go, in the grand scheme of things arguing over something small and stupid wasn't the hill he wanted to die on. But Adam, being the pissy little bitch he was, didn't speak to the king the whole ride there and purposely walked ahead of him when they were going in.

Adding in alcohol wasn't going to help things.

Lucifer knew he should apologize, it was rare but for once he was in the wrong. He still had his pride and part of him thought that Adam would get over himself and come be by his side.

By the amount of shots Adam was downing that likely wasn't the case. So instead, Lucifer opted for giving him some space while being close enough to keep Adam in his sights.

Adam did another shot and grimaced, the liquid burned all the way down. He didn't want to spend the whole fucking night drinking at the bar, it wasn't very often they got to go out and have fun, Adam knew he should take advantage of this.

He knew Lucifer was watching him, he could feel his eyes burning into his skin. Adam snarled, he wasn't going to let that royal asshole ruin his night. Getting up, he felt a little dizzy, the alcohol finally kicking in. He found his way over to Angel Dust and Husk who were dancing together. Angel noticed him first. "Holy shit, dude. We haven't even been here an hour and you're drunk off your ass."

"Don't care." Adam slurred, he just wanted to have some fun and maybe piss Lucifer off in the process. He wasn't sure how to accomplish that second part.

Angel pulled him in to dance with them, and for a little while Adam could feel his anger melting away.

Adam wasn't sure when, but he had bumped into some chick dancing beside him. "Hey, watch it." She snapped face mad, only to have it change to one of surprise and then to flirtatious. "But I guess since you're such a cutie, I'll let go."

The woman was short, skin nearly the color of charcoal with violet eyes and long wavy auburn hair. She sort of resembled a funny looking fish. For a demon, she wasn't half bad looking. "I'll have you know I'm fucking hot. You're not bad yourself." Adam winked at her and she giggled. Yeah, he still had it.

"You wanna dance, hottie? Names Claire." Claire held out her hand and he took it as an erotic song came on. They started bumping and grinding on each other, moving fast to the beat.

Was Lucifer still watching? Adam fucking hoped he was, seeing what he was missing out on.

It all happened so fast, one moment Adam was dancing the next he was being dragged away by his collar. He was hauled into the bathroom and pushed into the nearest stall. "What the fuck!?" Adam was slouched against the wall, Lucifer towered over him, eyes a blaze. He moved forward, one hand gripping Adams hair at the base of his horn, the other around his waist to keep him from falling or getting away. Adam had one hand on the stall wall, the other came up to grab Lucifer's shoulder.

"What the fuck, indeed Adam." Lucifer growled getting in his face. "Just what do you think you were doing?"

"Dancing dumbass, what do you think?"

"With that fucking slut all over you?" Lucifer's eyes turned wholly red, he looked pissed.

Adam smirked, so he was watching him? "What's the matter? You jealous?"

Lucifer growled. "I don't fucking care HOW mad you are at me. You don't go draping yourself over every bimbo in the bar. You are MY boyfriend." Lucifers snarl shifted to a smirk of his own. "Does she know you're my bitch, that you love to take it up the ass for me?" To make his point, his hand moved from Adams waist to his ass, squeezing it hard.

Adam yelped and hissed as the king kneaded his ass with his clawed hand. He moaned when Lucifer pulled roughly at the base of his horn, tilting his head back. "Fuck."

Lucifer got in close to his ear, his breath ghosting over him as he spoke. "You're not being a very good boy tonight, Adam. Picking fights, flirting with others, getting beyond wasted. Maybe I've been too lax lately, I have half a mind to fuck you right here in this bathroom stall for the whole god damned bar to hear. Maybe, that will help to remind you who you belong to, hmm love?"

His words sent shivers down Adams spine. Part of Adams brain told him he should apologize, make things right. The other, however wanted to see how things would turn out. He was well aware that Lucifer would make good on that promise to fuck him right here an now, make him beg for it.

Fuck, if he didn't want that too.

When Lucifer pulled away to look him in the eye, Adam smirked again, sealing his fate. "Bring it."

There will be an NSFW version on my ao3 at some point! @rius-cave consider this a gift!!

[bucking-mustangs-with-wings]

buckxbucky Band/Punk AU

Bucky was so hungover it wasn't funny, the first day of the festival was all a blur of amazing fucking music and clashing bodies and alcohol, a lot of alcohol. His head felt like it was being jack-hammered from the inside and his brain was about to liquefy out of his ear-holes. "Curt, man, I love you, but I really wanna go back to the hotel, I feel like I'm gonna hurl and if I do it's gonna be all over you," he slurred, holding a hand up to try and shield his squinted eyes from the sun that seemed too bright at that moment. Curt's grip on the front of his tank top didn't budge as he pulled a half-blind Bucky through the mingling wall of bodies towards the stage, one of the bands just finishing up their set. Fuck, why did everything have to be so loud? "Too bad, Bucky. Not my fault you turned into a fish on the first night of the damn festival. I wanna watch this next band and I'm not gonna let you make me miss 'em." Bucky could only grumble as he was dragged along until they made it to the barriers, right up in front of the stage and as close as they could get to the music and the bands lined up to play. The current band was just finishing up, shouting their thanks and appreciation out to the crowd. The sound of the cheers and feedback from the speakers turned Bucky's stomach and made his head throb even harder, but he had promised Curt he'd go with him every day of the festival, especially when he saw how excited Curt was to see a certain band. He'd managed to weasel out of him that he'd developed a crush on the drummer, a guy called Ken Lemmons. Who was Bucky to deny his best friend from seeing the latest object of his obsession and affection? Bucky squinted up at the stage "What did you say these guys were called again?" "The B-17's" Curt repeated for what was probably the millionth time since they'd made it into the city. As if on queue, the giant screens at the back and sides of the stage changed to the band's name, B-17's lighting up in giant white graphics as music started blasting through the speakers. Bucky couldn't help the smile that Curt's enthusiastic whooping caused, but his smile faded slightly when he looked up onto the stage as the band started filtering out, five guys running out onto it to get to their positions. He felt his jaw go slack at the sight of the guy who grabbed the mic, piercing blue eyes that Bucky was actually close enough to see scanning out at the hundreds of people in the crowd, a blinding perfect smile splitting his face as a hand came up to brush unruly dark blond hair out of his face. The guy looked like a fucking angel. Tattoos peaked out slightly from the sleeves of a blue overshirt. Bucky couldn't hear a damn word that was being said as the guy started speaking to the crowd, grin never wavering. "See something you like there, Bucky?" Curt teased knowingly from beside him. He didn't have to look at his friend to see the playful smirk that was on his best friend's face. When the guy started singing though, a deep and absolutely perfect voice projecting from the giant speakers on either side of the stage, all Bucky could think was Ohhhhh fuck...

This is gonna go into my slowly growing WIP folder now, so get ready for me to absolutely brainrot over this now in between writing and contunuing Game of Survival (it will be continued, so don't stress, it's my first baby, it's not being abandoned 😂😂)

BONUS the song that Buck would end up writing and performing on stage for Bucky in the future:

[nkirukaj]

Fawning for You (19)

Pairing: Alastor x Voe (Fem!OC)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 3.4K

19. Your Fault

Two months. Two long and harrowing months Voe was gone.

“That’s a bad way to go too,” Angel gossiped to Cherri “Childbirth? You know my sister almost died in childbirth, it was crazy!” he nodded to emphasize the story

What was wrong with them all? They had just moved on as if she had never existed. They spoke in their same crude manner, not even acknowledging her passing. Alastor stormed in and out of rooms in silence, his anger filling the room before he entered it. She was gone and had left him with…children. Two children. Alyson, with gorgeous brown eyes and skin sometimes with little radio dials as her pupils; and….Vernon. he didn’t know what to think of his supposed son. He kept staring at Alastor as if he wanted to tell him off or thought he was better than Alastor. He was sure Voe would agree with him on the boy’s impertinence. Usually, Alastor passed him off to Niffty, who was ecstatic to have a toy to play with finally. But he couldn’t get enough of Alyson, she was a gorgeous child, reminding him of Voe in every way, she was attached to his hip wherever he went and whatever he did. Fighting the urge to kill again was quite difficult with all the hotel patrons and residents acting as if his wife’s life was not important, but he was willing, for her.

Their laughter was thunderous on one occasion, and all of them gathered in the kitchen when Alastor arrived looking for Alyson, he could hear the sounds from up the stairs.

“These kids are classic!” Angel laughed

“Love this kid!” said Cherri Bomb

“They’re so cute I just can’t” Charlie added

Alastor stood outside the kitchen, indignant at the sound of their joy. he cleared his throat “So, I see you’re all enjoying my wife’s absence,”

They all turn to him and stare.

Charlie says “Oh hey Alastor! You gotta see this! The twins are doing this super cute thing! It’s-“

“No wait! I wanna say it! I found it out!” Angel interrupted “If you touch Vernie’s nose, Aly’s nose scrunches up!”

“Oh yes! It’s so funny!” Alastor places his hands together

They look around “Well, we thought it was cute,”

“So cute that my wife isn’t around so you’re replacing her with my daughter?! It’s sickening!” His grin is menacing

Angel turns to Cherri “What’s happening?”

She shrugs “I think he’s mad,”

Lucifer rolls his eyes “Oh here we go,”

“Tell me about it,” Vaggie agreed

“You all should be ashamed of yourselves!” he points to Lucifer “Especially you!”

Lucifer puts his hand on his chest in faux shock “Me?” 

Alastor stalks up to the King “If you hadn’t put the stupid idea in her head, this would’ve never happened!

Lucifer waves his hands in front of his face “Woah woah woah, I did not give her the idea. It was her idea,”

“That you decided to go along with! Both of you keeping this from me, and you encouraging it!”

“What? That was her idea too!”

“I bet you were glad to keep this from me. Wanted to see the Radio Demon look stupid!”

“Uh no! I was the one telling her to tell you, she said she didn’t want to!”

Alastor chuckles evilly “Sure you were,” 

Lucifer sighs “Okay Alastor, whatever,” He waves him off, walking away

“Hm! Going to abandon your daughter once more?” 

Lucifer turns back to him “No actually, I was going to my room. Are you abandoning your son like how your father did to you?”

“Oh shit!” Cherri covered her mouth

Alastor’s eyes turn black “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I read your file ‘Al’. That’s what he called you right? ‘Al’?”

Alastor looks furious but straightens up, knowing that he can’t fight Lucifer “I am going,” then goes over to the table and scoops up Alyson “She is the only one here worth my time,” and dissipates away

Vernie sits on the table, leaning forward to keep himself up on his hands, staring at the spot where his dad was just standing.

“Come on Sam,” Niffty picks him up and drags him off the table

Angel turns to Cherri “Is it just me or is that not his name?”

“Oh look at you!” Alastor tells Alyson as he teaches her hand games “So smart! And such a cutie pie!” Alyson smiles at her dad, putting her palm out for Alastor’s game. Vernie crawls into the bedroom and up to his sister and father. He hits Alastor on the knee, looking up at him with a big smile. “Can I help you?” Vernie just laughs and smiles bigger, trying to crawl onto his father’s lap. Alastor rolls his eyes and picks his son up, holding him as far away from him as he can “Niffty dear!” she does not come immediately “Niffty! Niffty!” She comes running around the corner

“Yes sir?”

“Do please come when I call you dear. Take this,” he gives her Vernie “And off with you,” he waves her off as Vernie reaches for him with a smile

“You got it,” she giggles, dragging him away “Let’s go, Sam!”

Alastor dusts his hands off and returns to Aly “Now where were we? Ah yes, we had gotten up to two,”

Lucifer found himself wandering over to the room where Voe’s body lay still and cold. They had decided not to move her when Carmilla had declared her dead. Alastor had entered a fit of screaming rage after Voe had finally closed her eyes, while Lucifer stood in silent shock and confusion. It had been his job to make sure that nothing went wrong, and Alastor made sure that he knew it. Screaming at the top of his lungs at the confused King, he didn’t even know what had happened. Had his blood caught up with her? Had she done the pentagram wrong? Was she too stressed? He knew that he had been warning her that she could die during this process, but he didn’t actually expect her to.

“I know that you’ll come back but I need to know, what happened?” he whispered to her lifeless body

In truth, he didn’t know if she would come back, they had used angelic steel on her, it was just to cut the umbilical cord, but he didn’t know how that affected sinners, since this was something that had never been done before. Maybe he just didn’t have the power to make it so both the children and the mother could live. Perhaps that was part of the punishment of being a sinner. Do you want kids? Here, do this and you’ll get them, but in return, you die permanently? He hated thinking that he might have been the cause of her death, maybe Alastor was correct, perhaps he should dissuaded her the kids would not exist, but she would still be here. 

She may have broken his heart, but Lucifer liked Voe, even if he knew he couldn’t ever have her, he enjoyed her company. She was such a dynamic person, and to see her, her body at least, lying that way, motionless and cold, was chilling. Alastor didn’t want him near this room, but he was the King of Hell, he did whatever the hell he wanted.

“Was it worth it?” He asked the body “I told you that you might die, and you did it anyway. You wanted this so badly!” Lucifer inhales deeply “Why did you need this so much? Why did you need his babies? Why did you need him?”

He stifles a sob “And now you're gone and nobody gets you.” He throws up his arms, kneels by the bed, and grabs her cold hand “You left them. Your babies, your husband, the Hotel. Why did you leave us? Why did you leave me?”  he stifles a sob. “I admit it, you were right, I’m not a very good king. I couldn’t even save you from this. I don’t even know if you’ll come back,” The tears stream down his face and land on the bed “And I lied to you, I never stopped loving you,”

He choked down some air “I don’t know why but I just can’t,” he put her hand on his forehead “Please come back, please!” he begged her “I know I can’t be with you, but I need you to come back, come back to us, come back to me, I need you around,”

After his confession, he stares at her body, still motionless and limp as he drops her arm. Her lips slightly parted, he thinks about kissing them but decides against it. He didn’t want to be creepy, and he didn’t want to get his hopes up for the real thing instead. So he leaves, as stone-faced as he entered.

“Going somewhere?” Alastor asks, just outside the room Lucifer had left

Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Alastor, continuing to walk 

“Although I’m more interested in the place that you left,” he shadows in front of Lucifer in the hall “What were you doing in that room?”

The King opens a portal to the parlor and steps through it, not wanting to deal with Alastor’s nonsense, but Alastor simply shadows and follows him there. “What? What would you like to hear? Do you want me to tell you that I was fucking your wife’s dead body? I mean, I wasn’t but, is that what you want to hear?”

“I want you to stay away from my wife,” Alastor squints

Lucifer sighs “Are we still doing this? She is literally dead,”

“And yet you still find a way to be around her!”

“Since you care so much, why was I able to get in there in the first place?”

“Most likely because you’re a sneaky little bastard,”

The King widens his eyes “Oh I’m the bastard?’

“Get fucked,”

“I would! If you weren’t in the way!”

“Really classy, this is our King everyone,”

He crosses his arms “And your wife probably wishes she’d chosen me,”

A loud static is heard emanating from the Radio Demon, his eyes glow and his teeth are bared. He is smiling of course, but he is not happy.

“It’s all your fault!”

Lucifer is aghast “My fault? How about your fault for stressing her out!”

“You keeping it a secret stressed her out!”

“For the last time, that was her idea! And you not trusting her was not helping!”

“And as the leader, you just listen to everyone else? Excellent Kingship!” he claps sarcastically

Lucifer grits his sharp teeth “I was helping out a friend!”

“Right, by leading her to her death? Common friendship activity!”

“I warned her that she could die and she wanted to do it anyway!

“So again, you allowed your ‘friend’ to do something potentially dangerous. No wonder your wife is still with you- Oh wait!” He grins down at the King

Charlie holds her ponytail, hearing everything they’ve said “You guys, can we maybe not argue? At least not in the parlor?”

“I don’t want to hear anything from you either! You with your silly redemption project having her every which way, making her think she could somehow be better!” 

“Do NOT speak to my daughter that way!” Lucifer’s eyes turn red

Alastor turns back to the King “You! Your ‘concern’ for my wife is laughable. What’s this really about hmm?”

“It’s about you not deserving her. I cannot believe she married you. You’re a terrible husband and a useless fucking father. You are just…awful!”

Alastor smirks “Well I am in Hell for a reason,”

“No, it’s not cute or funny. Voe needs to know what kind of person you are and not who you pretend to be!”

Alastor rolls up his sleeves “I don’t pretend to be anything. I am who I am, and she knows that. The fact that you’ve convinced yourself that there’s some secret hidden layer of me that you believe she’s not aware of is comical. You think she only chose me because she doesn’t know me when the truth is,” He leans down to be at eye level with Lucifer “She chose me because she does,”

Lucifer shakes his head “No no no!”

“Yes indeed,” he grins evilly “Perhaps there are some parts of her that you are overlooking yourself because she and I are not that different. So if you hate me, why do you love her?”

Lucifer doesn’t know how to answer that question, so he opens a portal to whoever knows where and steps through it.

“Come on Sam!” Niffty calls after Vernie as Lucifer walks by later

He kneels “Why do you keep calling him Sam?”

“That’s his name!”

“No, it’s not,”

She waves him off “Whatever!”

“Did his father not tell you his name?”

“He doesn’t call him by his name. He just says ‘Hey you’ all grumpy like, ha ha!” She goes and starts dragging the baby, which Lucifer promptly scoops up

“His name is Vernon,” he tells her while holding the baby. He looks into Vernon’s eyes and sees so much of Alastor, but the spots remind him of Voe “That’s what his mom named him,”

Niffty crosses her arms “Pssh, he doesn’t even have a mom anymore,”

Lucifer bounces Vernie on his hip, smiling while looking into his eyes, how could this have come from Alastor’s blood? He thought until he used his claws to scratch Lucifer’s face and then smiled about it. 

Oh, that’s how.

Lucifer took it upon himself to care for Vernie, playing with him and treating him as though he were his own son. They sit in the parlor playing.

“Hiya, how are you doing? How’s your day?” 

Vernie leans forward and grabs onto his nostrils, smiling all the while.

“Oh, this is so funny for you isn’t it?”

Vernie claps his hands and laughs, flapping his hands happily. He grabs Vernie’s nose.

“Well I’ve got your nose!” he tells him, Vernie slaps his nose and whimpers in worry “Okay! Here!” he pretends to give the nose back. Vernie curls up his lip.

“What? What? Did I do something wrong?” he asks the baby “You don’t want it? FIne I’ll keep it,” he pretends to take his nose again, and Vernie reaches out for it, almost falling over.

“Sam!” Niffty called “There’s my baby!”

“His name is not Sam!” Lucifer corrects her

“But Alastor said it was okay! And I wanted to give him a surprise when he woke up from his nap!” She picks up Vernie and drags him to Voe’s bedroom, where Alastor lies with his daughter, both of them sleeping. She places Vernie in between the two of them, who climbs up onto his father’s chest, snuggling between his father and his sister. 

Alastor wakes from the sudden intrusion, seeing Vernion on the bed between him and Alyson. Vernie looks up at his father and smiles

“Niffty! Niffty!” she does not respond so, he picks him up like he’s something that belongs in the garbage and brings him downstairs “Niffty!”

“You woke up from your nap!” She answers from behind the bar with Husk

“You were meant to be keeping him, why was he in the bed?”

She sits on the counter “I put him there. I thought it would be cute for the whole family to nap together!” She laughs

“It’s not!” he yells at her, Niffty’s smile drops and so does Husker’s jaw “You do what I tell you, not what you want! Are we clear?”

Niffty’s eye teared up at Alastor’s volume. “Whoa Boss, that’s not cool,”

“Was I speaking to you Husker? I do not believe I was!”

“Why you yellin’ at Niffty?” Angel came up from behind him

Alastor puts Vernie on the floor “I don’t have to tell you anything!” Vernie crawls to Alastor’s feet, he looks down at the boy “Hmm,”

Lucifer steps in “What is your problem?” He picks up Alastor’s son off of the floor “Now you’re yelling at the housekeeper? I mean seriously, you have completely lost it these past few months,”

“Mind your business, I own Niffty, therefore I can do whatever I like,”

“And why does it bother you that your son is in the bed with you?”

“Probably because I told Niffty to do a job and she didn’t do it,”

Lucifer shakes his head “Let’s get to the bottom of this, for some reason, you hate this little boy” He shakes Vernie’s tiny had

Alastor rolls his eyes “For goodness sake!”

“No, why do you never interact with your son?” “The same reason you didn’t interact with your daughter!”

Lucifer tilts his head “Depression?”

“Enough of the depression nonsense. There was nothing wrong with you, you just didn’t want to deal with your kid,”

“That’s where you’re wrong snobface. Charlie is the light of my life. Depression is real and it is serious and you do not have it!”

“Mhmm, are you done?”

“No! Take care of your kid!”

“If you care so much you take care of him!”

“I am! Because you’re not, and you’re his father!”

“Lucifer, why don’t you start worrying about being a good ruler and stop worrying about my parenting skills,”

Lucifer is appalled by Alastor’s behavior “Like father, like son huh?”

Alastor gives a fake chuckle “Eat shit,”

“You eat shit, what kind of man has a bone to pick with a baby?”

“I’m not picking anything with him, that’s why I give him to Niffty,”

“You know you’re an awful father,”

“And you’re an awful husband, no wonder you’re wife didn’t want to be with you,”

He steps closer “You think this what Voe would’ve wanted?”

“We don’t know what she would’ve wanted because you killed her,”

“I killed her?”

“Yes, you did,”

“You’re honestly ridiculous,”

Alastor nods “Mhmm, you’re probably glad she’s gone because now you don’t have to fight the urge to fuck her. Unless you fuck her dead body,”

“What? No!”

“Sure Lucifer,”

“This isn’t about me, this is about the innocent baby that you won’t even give yourself a chance to love!”

“Sure Lucifer, keep changing the subject,”

“That was the subject from the start!”

“Mhmm”

“Uhh guys,” Vaggie calls from upstairs “Sorry to break up this dick fight (not really), but where’s Voe’s body?”

Both men look up at her on the stairway “What?” Alastor snaps

“Her body, it’s not here,”

They look far and wide for the BIllboard Doe’s body but can’t find it anywhere. Alastor goes to wake up Aly and bring her to his radio station, the stress has overwhelmed him. He thought that perhaps a nice broadcast would calm him down, however, he found that he had no signal. No matter how he tried, it would not work. 

“What in Hell is going on?”

He noticed his little Alyson up against the window, slapping her little hands up against it “What is it? What do you see?” she tapped the window harder “No no no, I may be impenetrable, but these windows aren’t,” he laughs and picks her up, pulling her to his cheek “What is it, sweetheart?” Aly just reached out for window once more.

Alastor looks out the window and sees nothing, but when he stands still he can hear something on top of his radio station. He puts Aly down on the opposite side of the station and opens the window, leaning out as far as possible. When he looks up he can see a lump, a person sitting on the tip top of his radio antenna, his antlers grew along with his rage. Who would dare disrupt his broadcast? He almost climbed out to give them a piece of his mind, when large wings spread and they jumped, gliding down and coming directly toward him. Alastor retreats inside the window and grabs his daughter as the stranger flies in through the window. They’re wearing all black as they stand directly in front of them. Alastor steps forward before the demon sheaths their dragon wings, before he can react, they open their gorgeous plump lips and speak.

“Well hello handsome,” Voe smirks at her husband

[cxncrie-a]

   More often than not, Damien would simply watch as Nimue broke rules here and there for the past six months. He had told her not to go near the hotel, but she did anyway. The only reason he hadn't gotten on her about it was for the simple fact she believed she couldn't be redeemed and was only truly there to visit a friend. Had it been any other reason, she would've been in trouble. 

   However there was a small period of time that she seemed to catch an angel's attention, and not any angel, but apparently the First Man himself. Though he paid no mind to it other than the fact they bickered and Nimue had returned to the manor that day bitching about him and the fact he scruffed her after she bit him. Surprised that Adam hadn't killed her for her actions, he thought nothing more of it.

So why would he be worried about some angel?

   He was given a reason after the war to worry about this fucking angel, it seems. Imagine his surprise when he's called from the remains of the battlefield by his own pet so to speak, in order to help her get Adam to safety. Of course it was after he quite literally yelled at her for being stupid, and her begging him to help because Charlie wouldn't have wanted him to actually die. 

   To say his blood was boiling was an understatement, but he decides to help, maybe to watch this angel struggle to get back to where he needs to go only to fail and maybe even eventually be torn apart by other demons eventually. He'll let Nimue play caretaker for awhile, maybe if he's lucky, Adam will scare her off and make her stop on his own.

Seems he was wrong about that. 

   The one time he lets Nimue out without supervision, due to her needing time away from the manor due to their newest addition, he's a little surprised when she comes back with a conflicted look on her face, and gradually he notes the changes. Saying nothing for the moment, he lets it go. 

   It's when he notices that she's starting to actually mess around with Adam that it becomes a problem. That spells trouble, or at least more trouble than what she's already in. He doesn't like the implications of someone who he owns becoming close with an angel of all people. 

   Choosing to wait until Adam had fucked off somewhere in the manor away from his office, Damien has Nimue come to him, and boy is he seething. However, for now he holds his temper and simply watches as she moves to stand across from his desk. Claws dig into the desk and drag as he moves to stand up, a snarl crossing his features. 

" How long do you plan to keep that son of a bitch here? I thought I told you to get rid of him when he's well enough to move? "

" I- He's still healing. If he goes out there he'll be killed and I- " Freezing for a moment, her ears flatten slightly as she starts to tremble. She knows Damien is angry and knows she's in trouble. " Please, I promised I'd help him get back to Heaven. Maybe not to him directly but- "

" And you didn't think to ask if I was okay with him around? " Moving closer to her, he snaps his jaw shut merely inches from her face, a threat that he will tear into her. 

" No I. I'm sorry. Please just let him stay until he can get back home, I'll do whatever you ask. "

   Ears perk up slightly as a grin crosses his face, he'll probably end up throwing them both out if Adam gets on his nerves enough, or kill him. Though for now he needs to shut down this possible ' friendship ' that could potentially grow between them.

   There's a snap of his fingers and the blackened chain with a fiery red glow appears around her neck and into his hands. Sure enough with one sharp yank, she's pulled forward as he holds her up by the chain before she can fall. Teeth bared, a slight snarl can be heard from him. 

" Stop acting buddy buddy with him, or did you forget he killed your friend? Did you ever maybe take a moment to think that he could do the very same thing to you? You're still below him, you're nothing to him. The only thing that's keeping him from killing you is me, and the fact he's using you. " 

   Taking a moment to let it sink in, he resists the urge to grin when he sees it's slowly clicking with her.

" You will never mean a thing to him, you're just another filthy sinner that he'd kill in a heartbeat if he was able to. Don't you dare forget that. "

   Within moments, the chain disappears as he shoves her backwards and knocks her onto the floor. Soon returning to the chair behind his desk, he sits back down.

" He may stay, until I find him annoying enough to toss out. But, if he goes, you go with him. Those are my terms. So you better hope I don't decide that I'm tired of him being in this manor. Because then there will be nothing stopping him from disposing of you how he sees fit, and I will not save you when that happens. Now get out. "

   There's only a nod in response as Nimue scrambles to her feet, quickly making her way out of the office as a free hand rubs at her neck where the chain resided briefly. Though after she's out and partially down the hall, she stops for a moment. Right, Adam was using her because she was technically his only safety. 

   That's fine though, she'll still keep her promise to Cain and get Adam back where he belongs, even if she is being used.

[griffintail]

Okay so I'm on an angst kick tonight so here's a fic about how Little bee feels about all her new siblings.

Old news

Bee was hitting her breaking point, ANOTHER new sibling? As if Michael wasn't enough now she had to complete with the literal angel that was Boo. Her step fathers new adopted child. How could her dad do this to her? Bringing in this new 'family' as if their real family wasn't God knows where alone. She missed her cousin and uncle dearly, Little (F/L) was practically her sister at this point and sometimes Tommy was more of a father to her then her own dad. It drove the teen up the wall how quickly her father discarded them.

Now she's supposed to consider these strangers her family? No way in nether.

If anyone wants to expand on this feel free too, I wanted to write an argument but I can't think of good dialog for it.-🦊

Hahaha. Angst that I feel on a personal level. I didn’t add Little boo because I try to keep the characters separate when I write for the Lost Ones kids but there’s most certainly Michael! I really wanted to write this....NON-CANON TO LOST ONES

Old News

Pairing: Parental! Tubbo x F! Teenage! Reader

Part 2

Warnings: Angst, Misread Situations, Feelings of Neglect

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         She sat alone at the docks, looking back to see her father playing with Michael in the upper story window. She huffed angrily as she looked back to the freezing water.

         …They were supposed to go fishing today. But Michael was sad.

         They were supposed to go last week but Ranboo wanted a day together with no kids. So, she had to watch the stupid zombie piglin…

         God, she never thought she’d miss the days when Uncle Tommy would drag her and Tubbo off on dangerous adventures. She never thought she’d miss all his yelling…she never thought she’d miss L’Manberg…With all the good memories that it held inside…

         At this rate, she’d start missing how her father and Tommy fought Dream all the time!

         “Hey.” She jumped, looking up to see Foolish. “You’re shaking kid, you should get inside.”

         Her jacket had long since felt cold. She just didn’t want to go inside and listen to dad talk to Michael though. Not when he hadn’t properly talked to her in months. She looked at the house before looking at Foolish.

         “Is the mansion warm?”

         “Uh, kind of. There should be a few rooms, come on.”

         She got up and followed Foolish inside. She’d go to her actual room later…for now, she just wanted to sit and watch the trees sway without thinking about everything she missed…

         …

         She stirred her mushroom soup as she sat at the dining table inside their home after night fell. Ranboo was out, thank god, but Tubbo was upstairs with Michael again and she had to make and eat dinner for one…

         “Hey, I need to talk to Foolish before he leaves. Watch Michael for a few minutes alright?” Tubbo asked her as he jumped down from the ladder.

         “Ok.” She muttered.

         “Thanks.” He smiled before rushing out.

         She rolled her eyes and kept eating her warm soup. The kid wouldn’t die, he was old enough to be fine. There was no need to make her eat cold soup to watch the stupid zombie piglin. After a few bites though, she heard a loud thud upstairs and she face-palmed before going up the ladder.

         The little zombie piglin was sniffling as a little bit of blood trickled from his forehead.

         “What happened?” She sighed, going over and sitting in front of the zombie piglin, wiping the blood away with her sleeve.

         Michael pointed to the bed and the floor and she shook her head.

         “You jump off the bed?” And he nodded. “Yeah, that hurts like hell. I fell off a lot of crap, mostly because Uncle Tommy dared me but I digress.”

         Michael gave a snort and she gave a small glare with no actual heat behind it.

         “You think that’s funny little shit?” She asked and Michael shrank but she smiled. “I’m just joking. But hey, watch out, I’ve been taught by a lawyer, I’ll sue you next time.”

         She didn’t hate Michael; she just didn’t like how he and Ranboo got all of her father’s attention. Michael was a funny kid and smart when given the chance. She just wanted to avoid him though so she didn’t have to think about what he gets that she can’t.

         “Alright, come on, I think there’s some of those special potions for you downstairs.” She said, standing up.

         The teenager was about to pick him up when Tubbo came into the room.

         “Hey, how—What happened?!” Tubbo exclaimed, rushing to Michael, not a second glance to (Y/N).

         “Oh, he just fell a bit.” (Y/N) said.

         “He fell?! How? Weren’t you watching him?” Tubbo asked her with even looking at her as he carefully looked at the minor cut on Michael’s head.

         “Dad, he’s fine. It’s just a little cut from a fall.” She wasn’t watching him but she also wasn’t going to tell on Michael that he just jumped off the bed.

         “You call this fine?!” He motioned to Michael as he finally looked at her.

         “Yeah, I had a lot worse going on adventures with you and Uncle Tommy.”

         “Yeah! But he’s not you!” Tubbo huffed looking away.

         (Y/N) was taken aback by that. He wasn’t her…No, no Michael wasn’t her. He was better than her, just look. Michael always has her father’s attention. What was she? Just…just a disappointment.

         Tubbo canceled plans with her, Tubbo rarely spoke to her as much, Tubbo barely spared her a glance some days. He had a better family now…

         “You’re right.” She whispered, Michael giving little snorts seeing the tears in the older girl’s eyes. “I’m going to go.”

         “I think that will be best,” Tubbo said, once more not looking at her as he picked Michael up.

         Her lip quivered before nodding as she rushed downstairs. Tears poured down her cheeks as she grabbed a bag and threw her clothes in. Nothing else.

         She left the house, hearing nothing from her father as she walked away from Snowchester.

         It was better for everyone…They could be happy without her bothering them now…

         The darkness surrounded her as she clutched her bag as she crossed the path back towards Dream SMP land. As she got across, she looked up at the well-lit hotel her uncle had finally won back. Without much thought, she dashed up the path to the building. As she got to the door, she hesitated.

         Would it be better for her uncle if she didn’t bother him? Would he be happier?

         “(Y/N)?” She heard behind her and she once more jumped as she looked to see Tommy walking past the gates to the hotel.

         He stopped seeing her red eyes and the tears staining her cheeks, along with the bag by her side. He then rushed over, taking her arms.

         “What happened? Who hurt you? Who the fuck is going to die?”

         At his words, she sobbed. She hadn’t felt this cared about in months…

         Tommy was startled before hugging her tightly. “Hey, it’s ok, kid. I’ll fuck up their shit for you. No need for the waterworks. Let’s get inside.”

         He brought her inside as she cried harder and he didn’t get much of an explanation once she calmed down as she didn’t want to talk about it but he set her up with a room and told her they’d talk about it tomorrow when she got some rest. Yes, Tommy was worried but he knew that he couldn’t just force the kid to tell him everything when she looked exhausted.

         “I don’t know how Tubbo fucked this up, but I’ll fuck up his shit later,” Tommy told her, ruffling her hair. “After I beat the ass of who hurt you. Get some rest.”

         He left the room after that as she held back the tears this time. If only he knew, and lord did it feel so good to feel like someone cared…She had missed Uncle Tommy…

         …

         Tubbo came to (Y/N)’s door later after putting Michael to sleep. Tubbo felt guilty about getting so snippy with his daughter. She was right, kids get hurt. He remembered the clumsy little girl that would fall down all the time or who he’d have to catch after Tommy dared her to jump from various places. It made him feel guiltier when Michael tried to stick up for her, trying to take all the blame.

         He hadn’t been angry; he was just scared. He had fucked up in some areas with (Y/N), he couldn’t fuck up again. Michael wasn’t the same as her, he was more fragile, a different creature entirely, which meant he had to be extra careful. It was better she went to her room though, so he didn’t say something he’d regret. He felt regret though for being so loud with his words.

         “(Y/N).” He knocked on her door.

         She didn’t answer and he sighed.

         “I’m sorry for yelling. I didn’t mean it. I was just scared because Michael isn’t like you or me. He gets hurt a lot easier. And…shit. I forgot about fishing, didn’t I? I’m making a lot of mistakes today. I’m so sorry little lamb. I…I’ll leave Michael with Foolish tomorrow and we’ll have a day all to ourselves, no matter what. We’ll have your favorite breakfast and do whatever you want, ok? Just you and me my special little bee.”

         There was still no answer and he let out another as he nodded.

         “I’m going to stick to it! I promise (Y/N). I love you so much. Good night.”

         And he left without opening the door to see what he’d find out tomorrow…

[beggingwolf]

sidgeno: soulmate AU + erotic dreams

Sid's standing at a river.

He thinks it's a river. It feels half-formed. He can feel the rumble of the water under his feet. If he doesn't move, the flash flood is going to swell to his soles, ankles, knees, and sweep him away.

"Beautiful," he hears. It doesn't sound right. The word twists in his ears, and a large hand wraps around his elbow, pulling him a step back up onto the bank. "Careful."

Sid wakes up with a gasp. Across the room, the little blue S on his wall has fallen to the floor with a crack. It's his last night at home before he ships out to Minnesota. He'd heard his mom crying after Taylor had gone to bed.

Sid reaches up to touch his elbow. He can still feel the ghostly touch, heavy and strong.

Sid stays up for another hour, thinking it over. Replaying the sound of beautiful over and over again, even though that's not how it sounded in the dream.

He closes his eyes. He tries to say goodbye to home. He tries to push off the dream; he doesn't have the time to think about it, not now, not when—

-

"Beautiful," Sid hears. He lets out a shuddering breath. The hands are everywhere. There's a heavy weight between his legs. There's pressure on his stomach, on his chest. A mouth pressing to his neck. He needs to move. He needs to be touched, he—

The pillow hits his face hard.

"Take it to the showers, Croz!" Duncs groans, his bedsprings creaking as he rolls to turn his back on Sid from across the room.

Sid's face grows hot as he fumbles at his blankets. He slips out of bed, feet hitting the linoleum floor with a loud smack, and he grabs the first article of clothing on the ground—a hoodie, fine, that's fine—before making a break for the hall.

The light of the hallway is blinding, and Sid stumbles to the bathrooms to lock himself in a shower stall and breathe.

His boxers are wet.

Sid shudders on his next inhale. It's been... it's been so long since this has happened, but not like this, never with that voice in his ears or the feeling of a body that's bigger than his covering him so completely.

Sid's been looking at his teammates too much lately. He's been thinking about how tall Matty is, how he's got a wicked smile and a stupid laugh that rivals Sid's own.

"Fuck," Sid whispers to himself. It echoes off the yellowing tile.

-

Soulmates, Sid learned early, don't account for everything.

His mother told him that she'd had dreams of the Eastern Shore back at the height of the whaling trade. She'd remembered the scent of blubber burning, how his father's clothes would stink of blood and salt after he'd return from a voyage.

She had older ones, too. Ones of living in a cramped house in an old country with too many mouths to feed, spending her days working in a horrible factory and sneaking away to find a sweetheart in a back alley.

Older than that, even: one of his aunts liked to claim she could remember as far back to before electricity was discovered. His mom fondly told her sister she was full of shit, but Sid always wondered.

Then there was his grandmother, who never talked about soulmates at all. She was happy with Kenny, but Sidney knew Kenny was not his grandfather by blood. His grandmother was tight-lipped about it, even when the family was swapping dream-memories with each other like cards over the dinner table.

"Soulmates can mean a lot of things," Sid's uncle had told him out on the patio later. "Sometimes they're just the person that leaves the most scars on you."

Years later, as Sid tries to keep his eyes to himself in the locker room, he finally understands how his love could leave him with more scars than he could count.

-

It's a gentle touch to his hair. Long fingers playing in the curls. They're too long. They're always too long, it's not presentable, it's not to code, but war is cruel and bloody and Sid's fucking hair is the least of his concerns.

"Morning, beautiful," a low voice rasps to him. The words are tilted like they always are, but Sid understands. He always understands.

He turns, eyes still closed, and reaches out.

Lips connect with his. There's a dusting of pathetic stubble on both of their faces. The dry, cracked lips he's kissing are still the best thing he's ever felt.

"My watch shift's almost over," Sid whispers. His throat is hoarse, because last night he'd—god, he'd taken the whole length down, and it had felt good and powerful and if he died today he'd be okay with it, he thinks. The war has taken so much. At least he had this. "I need to go back."

"Stay," is murmured up against his mouth. The lips move up to press against his forehead, and the hand in his hair tangles in it, pulls him closer, drags him against a strong body, long legs tangling with his own.

He can feel a hardness pressing into his thigh, and he cracks open his eyes.

His head smacks against glass.

"Shit!" Sid snaps, jerking upright as the bus rolls over another curb.

"Sorry, fellas!" the driver calls, and there's an ugly chorus of groans from the Rimouski Oceanic.

"Jesus," Sid grunts, shifting back upright in his seat, yanking his backpack onto his lap. His skull is still rattling from the rude awakening, and he's achingly hard.

It's a small mercy he has the row to himself. He leans back and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the pain radiating from his head, and his hip where that stupid fucking Moosehead had laid into him, and his tweaked wrist from two weeks ago in Chicoutimi. The street lamps they drive under flare his eyelids pink and then black, again and again.

As he slows his breaths, the urgency fades out of his bloodstream. He's not hard up for it anymore. He's just sore.

More than the feeling of a heavy cock pressed against his leg, Sid misses the gangly arms that had been wrapped around him. He'd had to make out with a girl at a house party before they'd left for Halifax. The team had gotten too nosy, their teasing of Sid's prudishness tipping from "hilarious novelty" to "prying questions," and Sid had swallowed his anxiety and used it as fuel to find a girl and pull her into a corner in full view of half of the blue line and press his lips to hers.

It had felt deeply wrong.

He tries to keep his breaths even as he thinks about how right his dream had felt, and how that deep, sleep-weary voice sits in his skull like it belongs there.

-

Sid pulls his goalie pads off. His eye is swollen shut from the puck he took to the face in the second period; it happens once every few months, and it's incentive to be faster. He laughs as the team around him starts cracking open beers. Their captain lights a cigarette and leans back in his stall with a grin. They're on fucking fire, and they're going out on the town tonight.

Sid comes back home drunk. Drunk and happy and dumped unceremoniously on the steps of his Montreal townhome by his teammates, who cheerfully wave at Sid's roommate.

Sid's roommate.

Sid's roommate picks Sid up. Sid's roommate peels off his clothes slowly. Sid's roommate leads him to bed, where he tucks himself into the cave he makes out of Sid's chest.

Sid's roommate, who grinds back against Sid. Sid groans. He can't get it up, not like this, and his roommate laughs, a low noise, and tells him in the morning—in the morning they'll have some fun, he'll reward Sid exactly how he deserves.

Sid wakes up alone.

They've lost the Memorial Cup. He's still in London. He's not playing for the Habs in their glory days. He's not playing for anyone right now. The season is over. Tomorrow he gets to go home. He gets to hope the draft goes on.

He feels very small and lonely in his hotel bed.

-

The night before the draft, Sid dreams about getting fucked.

He's goddamn lucky Jack sleeps harder than the dead. He's goddamn lucky in so many ways, because he feels those big hands push his legs up, his thighs pressing into his stomach. He feels those chapped lips drag against his neck, his chest, his cock. He feels those long hands stretching him open.

He takes every inch. He gets fucked within an inch of his life. He's held down by that powerful body and he's never wanted something this bad, because it's good and right and he wants it more than anything. He's had it before, in another time, and Sid tells himself he'll find it again someday, he has to.

He comes so hard he cries.

Jack's still asleep when Sid wakes up and ducks into the bathroom. He lets the shower rain scalding water down onto him as he wipes the cum off of his hips.

-

Sid plays hockey in Pittsburgh.

He kisses a man for the first time. It's not his soulmate. He can tell; the man's fingers are too stubby, but he has wide shoulders and a smart smile and it feels good.

It leads to him getting his dick sucked. That's good too.

The dreams don't stop. He's in rural Canada. He's in some ancient country that looks foreign. He's in a busy city center that looks nothing like anywhere Sid has ever been.

He's always wrapped in those long arms, holding those delicate-looking, strong hands.

It's his second season, the morning after another dream—a bad one, where Sid had been old and arthritic and holding a cold hand in his—when Mario looks up from the morning newspaper and tells Sid Malkin will finally be getting in from Los Angeles that evening.

"It's been long enough, he should be out of his contract by the time camp starts," Mario says. "We'll have him over for dinner tonight, I think."

Sid doesn't dress up, but he does put on jeans and combs his hair in the bathroom before Malkin and his translator arrive. He should look presentable, he figures. They want to make him captain. He should make a good impression, especially after all that Malkin's been through.

The doorbell rings, and Sid hustles down the three flights of stairs to get to the foyer.

Malkin's big. Lanky, really, and golden from the California sun. He looks tired but happy, and he's staring at Mario with big eyes and a bigger grin, his chapped lips stretched wide. Sid knows the feeling well.

Malkin turns his gaze to Sid, and something wobbles in Sid's chest.

"Evgeni Malkin," he says, offering a handshake to Sid.

His palm is huge. His fingers are long and handsome.

Sid swallows and takes his hand.

[talesofphantombandits]

Zero to Six ~ I’ll Fight to be Apart of this Family - Edited Version. Part 5.

Characters: Four X Zero (OC)

Summary: Zero was the first person to be ‘saved’ by One, she was his first honorary Ghost. Her knowledge in tech meant she got the role of ‘Hacker’ she recruited new team members, looked for missions and locations and made sure every security measure was looked at. You know normal hacker spy stuff. But her tough up bringing meant that if needs be she could fight, she was maybe even better than some people on the team knew. But due to One’s protectiveness over her she had to stay hidden, she was more of an actual ghost than the rest of the team was. This didn’t mean she couldn’t have her fun though, over the months of being with the full team she had formed quite a passionate love/ hate relationship with the handsome Four. Who knows what sparks would fly if they were ever to meet. Warnings: Slight swearing, some suggestive flirting in later chapters.

Tagg list: (I know this is a edit of my original story but if anyone wants to be tagged let me know.) @raylan-c​, @angelic-demonss 

“Are we just not going to discuss the stranger in the room? why is the bartender here?” Four smirked at Zero. She in turn just raised her eyebrow at the blonde haired beauty, daring him to continue. “And why is Five giving her first aid?” 

The room went silent, everyone was looking at Zero like she was the enemy, and in a way she was. This group of people were the closest thing she had to family and yet she was an impostor, an outsider who’s voice was the only thing the team had ever heard that’s the only thing they knew her by. She hoped One would forgive her for what she was about to do.

Zero coughed away any last nervous about coming clean. "You know for what you guys do, you are all so dumb sometimes."

Zero in return heard a hiss, her head snapped to the direction it came from. She was faced with One, his face and neck had gone completely red with how angry he was.  A look that told Zero to shut her gob if she knew what was good for her. 

"What?!" Was she really that surprised? It was One after all, did she really think he’d just let her spill the beans right here, right now when he’d kept her away for so many years. 

"She, she just stumbled in here after the bar fight, and the doctor couldn't resist helping her." Zero looked from One appalled, to Five who was just as taken a back as Zero was. Her eyebrows furrowed as she gave a concerning look between the both of them. 

Zero couldn't help but clock onto the suspicious glare that Two was giving her. She definitely knew the truth, she was an incredibly smart woman and Zero wouldn’t be shocked if she didn’t know the moment she walked into the room. She looked back to One who she could tell was getting more and more worried over the glances everyone in the room was giving Zero.

"Your name was Lilly right?" One asked marching up to Zero and grabbing her hand, but Zero shrugged it off "Come on I'll take you home."

Everyone was looking at One like he'd lost his mind, the team was supposed to be a secret so why would he offer to take a stranger home? The air was so thick in the kitchen that even a knife wouldn’t cut it.  To make matters worse Four was starring Zero down with such ferocity she thought those ocean blue eyes she’d only seen in photo’s would melt her to the ground. She just raised her eyebrows at the man again, more threatening this time. Zero was brought back by the tug on her arm, she hissed back at One but jumped down off the counter anyway. As she slowly made her way pasted Five she quietly thanked her for being there to help her as best she could for the night. 

“Who is she One?” Three pressed on, One looked like he would explode any moment, the man who never seemed to make such stupid mistakes had nearly revealed one of his biggest secrets. “No one, she’s no one. Just a normal bartender.” Zero stopped abruptly which also dragged One to a stop as his hand was still around her arm.  When he whipped around she took the opportunity to strike the man straight across his dumb face. 

One looked at her shocked, she herself was in shock at what she had just done. Had she actually just assaulted him? The man that had saved her life all those years ago, gave her food and shelter, she owed him everything and she had just straight up assaulted him. She looked at her hand that now slightly stung in shock, as did everyone else in the room.  One’s shock only lasted a couple of seconds before his face turned stony cold and once again he latched onto Zero’s arm and headed towards the door. 

After everything that just happened Zero couldn’t help but still be memorised as she approached Four, he was breath taking, a beautiful sight to look at. It was almost like looking into the blinding sun that eventually you had to tear your sight away from, in case of damage to the eyes.

She felt a wave of sadness overcome her suddenly, she had been so close to Four actually knowing who she was, she’d been close to the whole team knowing it was her. God even one normal conversation with him probably wouldn't have satisfied her enough but it would have been a start at least. Yet One just had to take even that away from her, while she was grateful for everything One had done for her, he was still in turn hurting her.  What she really needed was a real family and she had found that in these guys but One was always in the way.  If her only way was to fight to be apart of this family, then so be it.

"Hurry up" One snapped out angrily, there was definitely going to be consequences for hitting him and she knew it. But she was done being alone.

Zero looked back at Five who was still in shock and what looked like awe, she seemed to blink back to a little normality when she caught Zeros eye again. She gave Zero a ‘You’ll be okay’ look and a little nod, Zero was happy to know that she at least had Five to rant to afterwards when everything with One had settled. 

As Zero got closer and closer to the little blonde shit leaning on the door frame she swore she could see him smirking at her, she had to also fight the urge to slap him into next week as well, he’d just seen it first hand so he should be scared. But as she crossed the thresh hold of the hotel kitchen his hand that was hanging by his side brushed against hers and it felt like lightning shooting up her arm, across her shoulder and up the side of her neck.  She tried not to show the shiver it sent down her spine but the urge was taking over her. She met his eyes again and to her surprise she saw the same reaction but he quickly hid it.  A sudden desired to leave struck her so she decided to just keep walking after One, who had steamed ahead of her.

Once outside she felt like the mist in her mind had cleared a little, but as soon as she saw One angrily waiting beside his car she suddenly felt all the anger rush back. "What the actual fuck One?!" She screamed marching her way to the passenger door.

He opened up his side of the car. "Shut up and get in the car." He said calmly which scared her more than if he had shouted it at her, he got in the drivers seat but slammed the door shut which made her jump in turn. Zero just huffed, not wanting to get in more trouble than she was already in.

"Where are you taking me?" She sighed defeated.

"Home." He said shortly.

"Why?, why did you do that?"

"Do what? A better question is why did you hit me?!" He didn't look at her but she could tell with every word he spoke he was getting more angry.

"Okay in my defence, you were being a dick! you make me think I was finally becoming apart of the team, which then you revealed was just a ‘mistake’ I think you’d also feel like punching someone if you thought you were finally getting the family you deserved just to have them ripped away from you in the same moment!" I tried so hard to not to scream my lungs out at him but the more I spoke the harder it got.

"You knew that they weren't suppose to meet you! Why are you suddenly surprised. I told you when we first made the team that this was how it was going to be and you agreed!" One spat back.

"I did agree! but I was still in a bad place at that time and I wasn’t looking for friends let alone a whole family, I didn’t know that I was actually going to find a sense of security in these group of strangers did I!” The tears started to stream down Zeros face, she could taste the saltiness of her tears with every drop. “I want to go back! I want to complete the rest of the mission, I’ve come this far there is no way I’m bailing out now, just to go sit in that apartment manning the coms by myself for the rest of eternity." 

"No." He deadpanned, which made Zero even more angry. Had he not listened to anything she had just said to him? Did he not see just how much this mattered to her.

"One I’m not afraid to knock you out and drive there myself, I think I just proved that back in the kitchen." He just raised his eyebrows at her, like it was a challenge. "Come on One! why are you doing this to me? Why are you keeping me hidden? What do you gain from it."

"Because your job is best done in a flat somewhere, anywhere. Where no one can trace you."

"Bullshit!" Zero screamed which made One forcefully pulled the car over to the side of the road, the suddenness of the stop made her surge forward a little but luckily her seat belt prevented her from travelling any further forward.

"Please just tell me the truth." She said quietly, by this point she was drained physically and emotionally. "Why do you keep me away? and I don't want any of your bullshit. You and I both know I can do my work in any environment."

"I just want to keep you safe." One kept his focus straight ahead, staring out of the windscreen into the darkness.

"What do you mean? Since when have you ever cared about anyone's safety on this team?" I asked confused.

One had few rules, but one of the main rules that One lived by was if anyone gets stuck on a mission they are to be left behind. The team can never be exposed, so if one of them gets left behind because of capture or injury then it's just the price the team has to unfortunately pay.

"You were the first person I found." He slowly turned his head to look at Zero, this was the first piece of real emotion she’d ever seen from the man. She just looked at him confused and rightly so. 

"Why does it matter who came first? I thought you weren't meant to care about any of us?"

"I’m not." He shrugged now trying to seem like he wasn’t intrested in the conversation anymore, hoping she’d drop the subject. "But you were the first member of the team, You were in a very bad situation when I found you. I do actually have human feelings you know and I guess, In a way I grew fond of you."

Zero didn’t know what to feel, was she actually touched by this? She’d known One for a few years now and this was the most emotion she’d ever seen the man show, although she did think of him as closed off and cold he’d still saved her so in some way she rested him. "So why keep me away?"

"I didn't want you to ever get hurt, It would hurt too much to leave you behind if you got stuck. But it's a price i'd have to pay."

"Then don't, what you’re saying is that deep down, somewhere in that cold heart of yours you do actually care for this team you’ve created. So change the rule. We all need to be there for each other, especially now." I said reaching out to him.

"You know I can't do that. The mission comes first." His voice grew cold again and she knew she’d never see his vulnerable side again, shrugging off her hand he turned away to stare back out into the darkness.

"Then at least take me back to the team. I can work at the base, I don't want to be alone anymore One." He looked at her dead in the eye. "I’m starting to go stark raving mad staying in those apartments by myself not seeing anyone for years on end takes a toll on a person."

"You're hurting me more by keeping me away from them."

They both sat there for a moment in silence as Zero watched the cogs in One’s head turn, she thought if she pushed enough maybe, just maybe she’d get her way for once.

"Fine.” Did he just agree? “But I’m warning you now, if you get left behind on a mission, or injured I’m not coming back for you." He started up the car again, eerily calm It always annoyed her to no end that she could never figure this man out.

"I've known that since day one." He didn’t say another word as he turned the car around and sped off.

When they reached the base she was shocked to see just how many old and broken down planes One had collected over the years. "You’re still collecting them I see"

"Even got one or two that actually work." He mused.

It may have seem like a childish thought given the circumstances but Zero honestly couldn’t wait to explore every single aircraft in the graveyard. One had made it up the long dirt road by the time Zero came back to her senses, the car stopped and she could see a big crate in front of her and standing outside the only door was a great big dog. 

"Hey boy it's fine, she's with me." The dog then ran to One’s side and he started to pet him affectionately.

I just scoffed, raising my eyebrows at him. “What?” 

“So the dog gets your affection but we don’t?” Zero grabbed her chest, gasping pretending he’d hurt her heart but One just rolled his eyes at her and told her to stop being so dramatic. He then guided her up to an aeroplane that had a cartoon of a ghost with three lightning bolts shooting out of its hand near the entrance.

Zero laughed to herself. "I like that!" Pointing to the symbol.

"It’s in honour of you and your spooky shit." She looked at him shocked. “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

She let him walk ahead of her so she could get her bearings, what came next was going to be a big shock to her system.

"One, you're back! I’m going to need you to spill, who was the bartender? Come on you’re never nice to anyone! Let alone giving a stranger a ride home." As soon as Zero heard that annoyingly sexy British accent she stopped dead in her tracks.

"I'll let her tell you herself."

Then there was silence. It finally hit her that she was about to meet the only family she’d ever known.

She was mostly scared because all she wanted was for them to like her, which she knew they already did but now, seeing and being with them in the flesh she didn’t want to mess their connection up. Especially with Four. She couldn’t deny that her and Fours connection even just through coms was a strong one, she just didn’t know what that connection meant yet but she was definitely excited to find out, she just hoped her feelings for him aren’t one sided.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, then rounded the corner.

"Hey guys." She smiled at all their awestruck faces, she gave a little awkward waving but internally scolded herself afterwards.

Everyone but Two looked at her in shock, she just had to laugh, that woman was too smart for her own good.  "Well darling, the anticipation is killing us." Fours dark eyes were trained on Zero as he leaned on the table, she swore in that moment her legs turned to jelly.

"Well if you'd actually let me speak you'd find out sooner, wouldn’t you monkey boy." Her words seemed to snap something in him as he shot straight.

Everyone else just laughed as the realisation of who they were meeting struck them. She just smirked at them all, finally she could be in on jokes, eat with them and just get to be around the people she cares about most in this cruel world.

"Zero?!" Three said enthusiastically, bounding towards her and scooping her up into a bear hug.

She felt like all the air was being squeezed out of her but she didn’t mind one bit. "Glad to see there are actually some smart people around here.” She chocked out. 

“Three can you please release Zero, you’re literally suffocating our only hacker.” One said annoyed while he was fiddling with some magnets. 

Three let her down and she just smiled, patting him on the shoulder to let him know she was okay. "Sorry! Sorry, I’m just so excited to finally meet you mami!" He proceeded to kiss both of her cheeks.

She just laughed at how adorable he acted in person, Three had always been one of her favourite ghosts. He wasn’t the smartest and most of the time made the worst decisions but he was sweet and funny and wouldn’t waste a single second if you were in trouble, he’d be by your side. 

"Well dam." Four was leaning with his back against the table, arms crossed and staring Zero down. Her eyes travelled to his and she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

Someone in the room, Zero couldn’t tell who coughed awkwardly which snapped both Zero and Four out of their intense staring competition. 

“So, the new mission?” 

[whats-rambled-rambled]

Long Nights - part 3

Neil x Reader

Chapter 3: Difficult

(see chapter 2, 1)

summary: the morning after.

warnings: 18+, explicit language and other things, not that descriptive but I am not leaving you with -implied- this time, nsfw

author’s note: Right, this is actually half of what I wanted to write for this chapter, but I thought that it might work better this way. A bit shorter one, 2.4k words, I hope you’re still gonna like it. 

Also - apparently all fandom writers share one brain cell, so let me just say that any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. (hi Tessa!)

The song for this part is Billy Raffoul - Difficult

Enjoy! All feedback is greatly appreciated, let me know what you think?

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Even before you opened your eyes, you knew something was off. The smell of bedsheets. Their texture. You rolled to the side, groaning slightly. A pulled muscle. Or two.

And a few other sore places.

Oh, right.

You heard the muffled sound of a door clicking shut and you glanced towards the entrance to the hotel room.

Neil looked like he’d just woken up himself, the lack of proper sleep painting dark circles under the blue eyes, a somewhat crumpled olive green t-shirt amplifying the usual dishevelance of his appearance. He caught your stare as he removed his shoes, balancing two cups of what you hoped was coffee in the other hand, and smiled lightly.

“Did I wake you?”

“No, but your timing is impeccable,” you laughed, stretching your arms and stifling a yawn. And then you smirked. “Glad to see it still holds true in the daylight.”

Neil snorted, his gaze lit up as you sat on the bed, not really bothered to cover yourself up.

“Coffee?” he said and handed you a cup.

“Yes, please and thank you.” You took the first sip and sighed with delight. “You’re an angel,” - a wicked grin crept on your face - “...a naughty one, but still.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the smug smile behind his cup.

“I did exactly what you suggested numerous times during the training,” he said, and then tugged the bottom lip between his teeth. “...and maybe elevated it here and there.”

You hummed in agreement as your sleep-deprived brain rolled a pretty vivid the best of tape; the string of flashbacks quickened your pulse more efficiently than the hot beverage in your hand.

“That you did, all right.”

Then your gazes met, and you pushed back the urge to curse. Yep, that was it. That scanning look. Vibe check. When both of you tried to figure out if the previous night changed anything between you. You wondered if he could see the silent plea in your eyes.

Please, don’t make this weird.

Neil hesitated, suddenly tense.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked sheepishly and took a swig from his cup, grimacing with regret as he evidently burned himself in effect.

“We had a fun night. Now we’re enjoying the coffee,” - pursing your lips, you tilted your head - “Did I miss anything?”

Seeing you all casual about it, Neil relaxed and exhaled slowly.

“I think that covers it.”

With the air cleared, you finished your coffee and put down the empty cup on the nightstand. Your clothes still scattered the floor, but there was something you needed to do first. You got up and stretched again, smirking as you caught the blue eyes wandering across your naked body.

“I’m gonna hit the shower,” you said, walking past Neil on the way to the bathroom. “Feel free to join me.”

Soon the hot water was soothing the stiff muscles and you closed your eyes, blessing the minds behind the concept of the rain showers.

The glass door creaked behind you.

“There you are.” You smiled, pouring a bit of the shower gel on your hand and spreading it on your shoulder. “For a second you got me thinking you’re not gonna come.”

Neil scoffed, amused.

“As if I could say no to an offer like that.”

His hand replaced yours on the shoulder and you gave him the bottle, groaning quietly as he started slowly rubbing your neck. The tension eased under his fingers, and you took a step back, turning your head and reaching to his cheek. As Neil leaned in to kiss you, his hands slipped down your sides. then up your stomach, and when they cupped your breasts, you gasped breathlessly. He smiled against your lips, looping one arm across your waist and pulling you closer. 

You tangled your digits in wet blonde strands, tugging at them and shuddering as Neil stopped teasing your nipple and moved upward, wrapping the long fingers around your throat gently while he deepened the kiss. As if the act alone wasn’t enough to haze your mind, it awoke the memories from the night before, wiping any coherent thought from your head. Maybe that’s why a delicate stroke on your clit was almost enough to make your knees give out.

You whimpered and broke the kiss, then turned around and rested your forehead on his collarbone, catching your breath. Neil’s chest heaved under your palms as he embraced you, chuckling lightly.

“Still tired?” he asked, tucking dripping hair behind your ear and pressing his cheek to your temple.

“Not that tired,” you replied, smirking as you dragged your fingertips down his body.

A moan built in his throat but you were there to capture it with your lips. Your mind overcast with desire as you felt him getting even harder under your touch.

Even with the weary mood of the morning after, that pull between you was too strong to resist. And with your current state, it was so easy to get lost in each other’s closeness, in shared shaky breaths, in pleasure flowing through you to the rhythm of your bodies. Slow and careful at first, gentle brushes and gliding fingers - with the steam from the hot water enveloping you, the temperature was rising, and soon you wanted more. So did Neil.

He waited for a sign from you, and when your hips bucked and you started pushing against him, needy and desperate, his hold on you got firmer, his kisses more hungry and the pace of his thrust faster. The pulse pounded in your ears. Cold tiles against your back. You buried your face in his neck, gasping. Faster. The fire roamed through your veins, leaving you a moaning mess. Faster. The sounds of your bodies coming together filled the air. He cursed and pulled you closer.  Harder. You cried out, so close to the edge. Neil tilted your chin and when his lips met yours, the world dissolved and you came undone, clinging to him as he joined you with a guttural groan.

You rode out your highs, trembling in each other's arms, huffs and giggles breaking in between sloppy kisses.

Neil pulled back to take a look at you.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, running your fingers along his jawline. “Thank you.”

A smug smile dangled in the corner of his mouth.

“My pleasure.”

You scoffed and smacked his chest, making him laugh in response. Pressing his forehead to yours, he cupped your face as the other hand stroked your back in a soothing manner, and you closed your eyes, letting out a small sigh.

“I think I need a moment to recover,” you said, melting into his touch. “Feels like I could crash right here and now.”

Neil’s thumb brushed your cheek.

“Good thing we have some time before the meeting.”

“Wait, we...?” - you furrowed your brows, trying to focus - “What meeting?”

“With the boss. He left a message a few hours ago.”

You pushed him away, staring at him in disbelief.

“And you’re only telling me now?!”

He shrugged, unfazed by your outburst.

“Was there any appropriate moment earlier?”

“Okay, fair enough,” you said and pinched the bridge of your nose, collecting yourself. You’d been waiting for a chance to ask your questions for so long, and now that you finally could get it, you were exhausted from indulging yourself with a hook-up. A stellar one, hard to mark as a mistake, really, but a stupid thing nonetheless. “Do you know what it's about?”

Neil studied you intently, puzzled by the sudden mood swing.

“I have an idea or two, but you never know with him.”

“Perfect.” You drew a long breath, and then you felt a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder. The blue eyes finally found yours and you couldn’t hide that fond smile any longer. “Pass me that shampoo, will ya?”

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“So to recap - you have a tech that allows you to move backwards in time,” you said, combing a hand through your hair. “Sure, yeah, cool, makes total sense.”

You recalled Neil's reverse entropy theory and you looked at him just to catch his stare, checking on you if you made that connection. You knew better than to mention it aloud, chances were that he hadn’t told the boss about his slip-up.

“Glad to hear that it does.” The Protagonist smiled, but he was watching you closely as if he could see right through your bullshit.

Because to be completely honest, though? It didn’t. The whole concept was absolutely fucking mental. But at this point, all you could do was simply roll with it. Especially since it somehow explained why that goddamn lock they’d used to lure you into cooperation behaved the way it did.

You slumped on the chair, processing the new take on good ol’ reality. All the answers you got somehow led to even more questions, but before you could decide on one, The Protagonist leaned in.

“I asked you to come because I need to know if Neil is ready to check his skills in the field.”

You shrugged. “Depends. We’ve covered most mechanisms, but there are still things I need to introduce to him. But from the ones he knows? He’s good to go.” You smiled, your expression nothing but innocent as you glanced at your student. “He passed his recent stress test with top marks.”

If The Protagonist noticed the way Neil’s eyes widened at your words, he didn’t let it show.

“What if he had to be inverted?”

“Beats me,” you said and puffed your cheeks, exhaling slowly, considering the implications. “I assume that would mean the lock remains regular?”

The boss shook his head slightly. “I can’t guarantee that.”

You looked at Neil. He was sitting on the edge of his seat, pinching his little finger, the eyes darting between you and The Protagonist. Probably not too comfortable with being a passive subject of the conversation, bless his heart.

“Have you ever tried picking any of those locks that way?” you asked Neil, shifting on your chair to sit in a way that was supposed to make him feel more included in the discussion.

“Once, at the very beginning,” - he sent you a nervous smile - “but I failed miserably. Since then I’ve only practiced on the old locks in our regular setting.”

“I see,” you said, shifting your gaze to The Protagonist. “Then I can’t guarantee anything as well. We’ll add that to our training plan, when’s the first mission?”

The dark eyes bore into you.

“Yesterday.”

You scoffed, but then you realized he wasn’t kidding. You bit back a hysterical giggle and sighed.

“If I’d known about that from the start… about the mere possibility of training like that, I would’ve included it in the schedule a long time ago.”

“I had no idea it would take so much time.”

You didn’t know if that it was aimed at your teaching skills or at the pace Neil was learning, but it pissed you off enough to not care to ask for clarification. You weren’t having any of those.

“Listen, pal, you can’t learn it fast if you want to learn it well. Even with all the shortcuts provided, you need practice, and you can’t do that without spending hours polishing the skills enough to use it in the real world,” you huffed, glaring at the indifferent man behind the desk. “Neil can be exceptional all he wants, but he simply can’t cheat the process and skip right to the end.”

A light split-second brush against the side of your knee made you miss a beat. You blinked twice and you looked at Neil, but he was focused on the boss, using your moment of hesitation to chime in.

“Do you have any intel about locks on the location?”

The Protagonist nodded, handing him a folder.

You watched as the blue eyes flitted through the documents, the color draining from Neil’s face with every other page. Uh-oh. He cleared his throat.

“What’s our window to prepare?”

“Two days.”

Neil stifled a curse and rubbed his face. The boss fell back on his chair, reading enough from that reaction. You watched as they both considered the options.

“Is it just a b&e kind of assignment?” you asked, cutting into the heavy silence.

The Protagonist looked at you, puzzled.

“You mean breaking and entering? Yes, it should be, why?”

“Take me there, then.”

Neil straightened in his seat. “You can’t know for certain what we might find there,” he blurted out at the boss and turned to you. “No.”

But you ignored him, locking your eyes on The Protagonist.

“Seems like I’m your best chance.”

He couldn’t deny it, and from that brief glance at the information he’d collected on your jobs, you knew he got an idea about the things you were capable of. A certain level of flexibility was required in your line of work, and some of the stuff you’d gotten yourself into while working with Mahir proved you could get shit done, even if everything came crashing down on your head. Once or twice - quite literally. Ah, fun times. The Protagonist drummed the fingers on the desk, weighing his decision.

Meanwhile, you finally granted Neil some attention. He stared at you in silent protest, the features clouded with concern. The fact that he could be worried about you was utterly adorable, even if totally out of place. A corner of your lips twitched and you winked. Neil slouched against the back of the chair, rolling his eyes as a faint smile crept on his face.

Finally, The Protagonist made up his mind and nodded.

“All right. But I’m not sending you there without a basic training. Neil, I’ll ask Ives to clear his afternoon. He’s at the shooting range now, both of you should get there and start preparing straight away.”

“Oh, I know how to handle a gun,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. You’d rather jump straight into something more fun than that.

“Not an inverted one, you don’t.” Neil grinned and raised a brow, playful lights shining in his eyes. “Have you ever tried catching a bullet instead of shooting one?”

You fought the urge to massage your temples. Of course.

And then you beamed, barely containing your excitement.

That was more like it.

(next chapter ->)

[happyandticklish]

Feats of Strength

Notes: For the anon who requested a Hazbin Hotel fic where a wrestling match between Angel and Alastor results in playful, tickly fun. Here’s the finished result! :)

Summary: Angel is almost certain that he could beat Alastor in a test of true strength. Husk provides him a challenge to prove it.  

“Hey!”

Angel Dust squawked as shadowy tentacles reached out from behind him, firmly pulling him away from the bar where he had previously been flirting with Husk; the demon in question let out a sigh of relief at the action. “What’s the big idea, man? I was just trying to have a friendly conversation.”

Alastor gently deposited him on the ground, retracting his tentacles with a snap of his fingers. “Do please refrain from seducing our guests; it gives the hotel a bad reputation.”

“Husk is not a guest,” Angel complained, clambering to his feet. “He’s a bartender.”

“Nice distinction,” Husk replied dryly.

“Besides,” Angel continued, ignoring him. “You can’t just go around flinging people left and right with those freaky ghost arms of yours.”

“Oh I’m the one who has freaky arms?” Alastor inquired, arching a brow. He took a seat at the bar, gesturing for Husk to pass him a soda. He didn’t like to indulge in alcohol as he found it made people ‘sloppy’. “And quite frankly, I can do whatever I want with my ‘ghost arms’ as you call them. After all, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Angel grumbled. “I bet you’re not so tough without your magic. There’s no way you could hold your own in a fight with just those scrawny arms to protect you.”

Alastor paused mid-sip, setting down his glass. “Is that a challenge?”

Angel, who wasn’t liking the other’s current tone but also wasn’t about to call chicken, tilted his chin up confidentially. “No, it’s a fact.”

Husk glanced between the two, debating the odds of breaking up whatever was about to go down. On one hand, he didn’t want to get caught up in the aftermath of a demon fight. But on the other, he was bored from sitting around in this stupid place all day and the current situation was bound to be entertaining.

“How about a bet?” he piped up, leaning against the counter. “A match, wrestling, between the two of you. That way we can settle who’s the strongest once and for all.”

Alastor’s eyes lit up at the prospect and Angel felt his stomach drop.

“Oh,” Husk added quickly, noticing the looks in both their eyes. “No powers, either. No fancy, hoity-toity bullshit; your physical strength has to speak for itself.”

“Worried our dear Angel won’t be able to handle it?” Alastor inquired mockingly, throwing the other a devastating leer that had his blood boiling. 

“I don’t know,” Angel growled, forcing a smug grin. “It sounds like you’re just afraid you can’t take me without any magic powers to hold you up.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes. “Alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Minutes later, Angel grunted as the radio demon’s weight bore down on him, nearly pinning him to the ground. Despite his slender frame, it was clear this wasn’t the first time he had done something like this. Angel had a certain limb advantage however, and swept a third arm under his legs, quickly flipping their positions so that he now towered over him. Two of his hands wrestled with Alastor’s in an attempt to apprehend them, while his other two worked on fending off Alastor’s legs which had already succeeded in kicking Angel in the stomach more times than he would have preferred.

Husk lit a cigarette, watching them with an amused gaze. He knew Alastor could fight, of course, but watching it in action was certainly something else. Angel was holding his own, despite this. The spider was quick and agile, dodging most of his attempts to grab hold of him. Their tussle had been going on for several minutes now, and he startled when a high-pitched voice besides him piped up, “What’s going on?”

He had been so wrapped up in the fight that he had failed to notice Nifty creeping up behind him. “A bet,” he explained as she climbed up on the counter for a better vantage point. “They want to see which of them is strongest.”

“Oh, Alastor’s got this in the bag,” she replied with breezy confidence. “It’ll be fun watching Angel get what’s coming to him, though.”

Husk snorted, forced to agree with her.

Meanwhile, Alastor had won their little battle of wills and freed one of his hands, which he now used to try to shove Angel off of him. “Just give up, my dear. It’ll be less embarrassing that way.”

“Ha!” Angel exclaimed, struggling to remain atop the writhing Alastor. “In your dreams! You’re going down old man.”

“Old—” Alastor’s offended confusion was frozen by a sudden squeak from Angel Dust. In the process of trying to get free, he had accidentally brushed against Angel’s ribs. Alastor’s eyes widened at the sound. “What was that?”

Spindly claws of panic crawled down Angel’s spine, the feeling only growing as he realized just how vulnerable he was, each of his hands occupied holding Alastor down. “Nothing, you startled me is all. Now c’mon, why don’t we finish this—no!”

Angel’s stomach jumped as Alastor reached up and started experimentally poking around the area. “Interesting. I never realized you were ticklish, Angel.”

“I-I’m nohot,” Angel insisted, biting back giggles as he attempted to somehow twist his body away from the other. “Y-Yohou’re behing r-ridihiculous!”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Alastor pointed out, scribbling claws over his stomach and grinning at the accompanying snort. “Why Angel, this is adorable! You should have told me about this sooner, think of all the fun we’ve been missing out on!”

“W-Whahat fuhuhun?” Angel Dust squawked, his grip growing weaker. “B-Behesides thihis i-ihisn’t fahair!”

“Of course it is—I’m not using my powers, are I? I do believe those were the only rules we set for the game.” Alastor reminded him. “Now, my dear, tell me—where else are you ticklish?”

“Nowhere, alright, so give it a rest—ack, w-wahahait!”

Angel burst into a round of cackly laughter as fingers crawled suddenly and deviously under his arms. That was the final straw. He squeaked, crumpling against him and bringing his arms down protectively, releasing Alastor in the process. 

“Tickling is against the rules,” Angel complained, rubbing away the phantom sensations. “Right Husk?”

Husk shrugged. “Eh, I’m cool with it.”

“What?” Angel exclaimed. “On what grounds?”

“The grounds that I decide what the rules are,” Husk replied coolly. “and also, you’re very cute when getting the shit tickled out of you.”

“You guys are dicks,” Angel muttered, before pausing as he played the sentence back in his head. “Wait, you think I’m cute—pfft, no!”

Angel squeaked and rolled away from Alastor’s hands which had somehow snuck their way back under his arms. Alastor merely wiggled his fingers menacingly when the other shot him an accusatory glance. “The match isn’t over, yet.”

Angel swallowed nervously.

The next five minutes consisted of Alastor essentially chasing Angel Dust around the living space, the other demon a mess of nervous giggles and protests. Husk leaned his chin on one hand, smiling affectionately at the sight.

“Remember Angel, you’re never fully dressed without a smile~” Alastor reminded him, squeezing his knee and prompting an unearthly screech from the other. Angel managed to roll away from him once more, panting heavily from the chase.

“Alright, you know what?” Angel grinned, and the sight sent a strange chill down Alastor’s spine. “If that’s the way we’re gonna play this, so be it.”

He launched forward suddenly, sending them both tumbling to the floor. With his lower arms he secured Alastor’s wrists, pulling them far above his head. He wrapped his legs around Alastor’s as well, so now the overlord’s body was completely stretched out. Angel raised his remaining hands menacingly, a smirk overtaking his features.

“Angel, this is quite ridiculous,” Alastor protested, attempting to free himself. “Do you know who you’re dealing with here?”

“Of course I do,” Angel Dust scoffed. “Some cocky shit who needs to learn what happens when you mess with me. Tell me, Al, how long do you think I’ve been in this profession?”

“I—”

“Don’t answer that,” Angel interrupted, cutting off Alastor’s confused reply. “A long time. Long enough to meet all kinds of people, who are into allllll kinds of things.” He rested his hands under each of Alastor’s arms, drumming his fingers slowly against the fabric. “You don’t think I haven’t picked up on the different methods, the strategies, from those experiences?”

“I’m afraid I’m not understanding you, dear,” Alastor responded stiffly.

“Let me more clear, then.” Angel Dust dragged his nails in an excruciatingly slow manner up and around the edges of his armpits, and Alastor’s grin widened into something a tad more helpless. “Did you really think you could pick a fight with me and win?”

With a ferocious softness, Angel spidered nails into each of his armpits, a relentless pace that had Alastor instantly squirming. He bit his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to resist the sensations. Across the bar, Husk stared mouth agape at the sight of the radio demon, the most feared overlord in all of the nine circles, desperately trying not to lose his composure from something as simple as tickling.

Truly, life was full of wonders.

“A-Angel!” Alastor stammered, forcing his words around the laughter that begged to escape. “I-I demand you s-stop thihis at once!”

“Or what?” Angel inquired. “You’ll break the rules of the bet and use your powers on me? Or are you gonna somehow break out of this all on your own?”

Alastor jerked on his arms once more, though the other’s hold held strong. “M-Maybe nohot n-now! B-Buhut after—grk—ahafterwords, I shall h-have my revehenge!”

The words were undoubtedly true and Angel shook off his temporary apprehensions. “So what? All the more reason to make my time with you now all the sweeter.”

He kneaded fingers into his ribs suddenly and Alastor let out a bark of laughter as his struggling increased drastically. “P-Pfft, ahahaha, Ahahahangel!”

“There it is!” Angel exclaimed triumphantly. “I knew I could get that cute laughter out of you one way or another.”

“C-Cuhuhuhute?” Alastor exclaimed indignantly, but Angel Dust’s sudden switch to vibrating his fingers in-between each rib had him cackling. “Nohohoho, ehehe, rehehehelease mehehehe!”

“Sure,” Angel agreed. “Just agree that I’m the strongest and you’re home free.”

“Y-Yohohou’re nohohot thehehe strohohongest!” Alastor protested, his fingers gripping into the back of Angel’s suit and tugging uselessly at it. “Yohohou’re cheheheating!”

“What?” Angel teased. “So you can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”

Angel moved his hands down, pinching a path down the demon’s sides. Each poke and prod prompted a jump from the other, a fact that Angel found endlessly amusing. When he finally reached his hips Alastor started really squirming, a round of giggles (giggles, of all things!) falling from his lips.

“Ihihihi cahahahan’t! Stahahahap ihihihit!”

“Do you give up?”

“Plehehehease!”

Angel Dust shrugged, as if to say the matter was taken out of his hands. Digging his thumbs into his hipbones turned out to be a wildly effective method, but it wasn’t until Angel started to edge his touch towards his stomach that Alastor really started fighting him.

“Wahahahait, wahahahait, yohohou dohohohon’t hahahave tohoho dohoho thihiHIHIHIS!”

Alastor all but screeched as nimble fingers danced upon his midsection, the soft touch driving him mad with sensation. “Ahahahahahahangel!”

“Hmm?”

“I hahahaHAHAHahahate yOHohohoHOHOu!”

“Duly noted. Feeling’s mutual, bub.”

Angel grinned fondly at the squirming, giggling radio demon, and found that he had to admit, the sight was sort of cute. He always had fun teasing Al, but turning him into the shrieking mess he was now was a power high and Angel was loving it.

“God you’re adorable,” he murmured before he could think through the words.

Alastor’s eyes widened, a violent blush overtaking his features. Evidently the comment had been the final straw, as he managed to grip Angel’s hips from his trapped position. Angel shrieked, instinctively shoving the other away from him which was all the help Alastor needed to more fully free himself. He stood up, dusting off his pants and clearing his throat.

“Well, I hardly think we can call that a wrestling match,” Alastor concluded at last, after the pink had receded some from his cheeks. “It was simply childish tussling. This proves nothing.”

“You’re just sore cause ya lost,” Angel pointed out, leaning back on his hands to smirk at the other.

“I did not ‘lose’,” Alastor informed him snippily. “Did you hear me give in, or tap out? I think we can call that a draw, at best.”

“A draw?” Angel exclaimed indignantly. “Bullshit! I totally won!”

“If by won, you mean cheated, then yes I suppose you did just that.”

“You cheated first!”

The night quickly dissolved into petty arguments similiar to that while Husk and Nifty watched on, highly entertained by the sight.

In the end, they never did find out who was the strongest.

[angelic-serenade]

Alastor + disaster cook! S/O

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you could not cook to save your life

any attempt at cooking would result in certain failure in the best case scenario and 5.4 magnitude earthquake damage in the worst

sure, you could make edible pasta and if you really put your best efforts into it, acceptable omelette too

but anything past that level of complexity was simply out of your league, a lost cause to put it mildly

don't you even think about making a cake, that shit's dangerous

as they say: as above so below

when you landed in Hell and found yourself joining the Happy Hotel soon after, you came to find out your culinary skills had not magically improved

which is quite ironic since Charlie had made you head chef of the hotel

the string of curses which had left your lips upon hearing the news had been legendary, even for Hell

you adored the demon princess with your whole heart (or whatever was left of it anyway), bUT REALLY CHARLIE? YOU DO NOT GIVE A GUN TO A CHILD AND EXPECT CASUALTIES NOT TO HAPPEN

at this point you were certain she was subconsciously auto-sabotaging

either way, you didn't have the heart to tell her no, so you decided to put your heart and soul into trying to learn how to properly cook, which didn't turn out to be the ideal choice of words since you were in Hell and your soul was probably rotten to the core

at least, nobody could say you hadn't tried your damn best

and hey! some days your cooking hadn't even been completely sickening

you decided to stick to easy, “safe” dishes though, you know, just to be sure

so pasta and eggs were definitely a thing

a constant and repetitive thing to be precise

you were trying your best, okay? nobody in your place with your limited set of skills would have taken the job, but you did and you deserved recognition for that feat alone

or a fucking donkey hat for your skyrocketing dumbness levels

things were not so bad at first

both Charlie and Vaggie were very supportive, each one of them in their own way - even though you had totally seen Charlie trying to swallow pure unadulterated fear that one time you had announced you wanted to try to cook something more elaborate

Angel Dust on the other hand... hadn't been as considerate as to lie to your face about what he thought of your cooking

"fuck me doll, this shit's disgusting"

*insert the I don't have friends they disappoint me vine here*

Vaggie had proceeded to give Angel quite the earful while Charlie tried her best to cheer you up

you went full hermit mode on them for two days after that

you were proud of yourself, handling criticism so well

anyway, the cycle kept repeating, with the only difference that most days Angel would grab something to eat outside of the hotel and join you during meals only to blankly stare at the plates and silvery

Charlie had tried to shield you from the truth, but you weren't that stupid

you respected Angel's choice, really, you did, and you had decided to be the bigger person among the two

that's why you began to put a lil bit of laxative into his portions whenever he decided to grace your efforts and actually eat your "disgusting cooking"

y’know just to spicy things up a little

at least now he had a valid reason to complain

with the whole fiasco on live TV and the sudden and suspicious appearence of the one and only Radio Demon at your doorstep, however, things started going haywire

Alastor's presence was eeirly demanding and unsettlingly charmimg at the same time

so it was only natural for you to gravitate the fuck away from him whenever you could

you always acted politely, greeting him whenever you bumped into him through the corridors of the hotel, but you only went as far as to appear courteous because you didn't want for him to go Hannibal Lecter on you. thanks, no thanks

“and what can you do my feminine fellow?”

“I can suck your dick!”

you had snorted a bit at that which immediately shifted the strawberry pimp's attention to yourself

“and what about you, pretty dame? I take it you're in charge of the kitchens around here?”

dressed in your chef attire, you were going to meekly answer him, but before you could, roaring laughter erupted in the room. it belonged to the one and only slutty spider you found oh so irritating

in the fraction of seconds, Alastor snapped his neck at an unnatural angle to stare at the spider with a strained smile on his face

needless to say, the cursed image would forever haunt your traumatized psyche

“hasn't your mother taught you it is rude to interrupt a conversation which you have no part in? that just won't do!”

static filled the air and you feared you were going to implode if the heavy pressure didn't lift off soon enough, so you decided to take action

“ugh... yes, I'm the head chef! but, well, I... could actually use some practice and proper training?”

you hated how uncertain you sounded, but Angel's comments and your own dissatisfaction with your culinary products made you quite self-conscious about your skills

“don't fret your pretty little head about it, my dear! I, for one, am a culinary connaisseur and wonderful chef, if I do say so myself. I'll be ecstatic to guide you through your training!”

how you'd be able to handle his booming voice during hours and hours of practice was your first and main concern, but you had never been one to refuse the chance to finally prove the people who had criticized you wrong *cough cough* Angel Dust

since that day, Alastor began to personally give you cooking lessons

he was exuberant and pretty sly when it came to veiled jabs about your dreadful cooking, but he really took his time to help you out

which you had been both grateful and suspicious about

“now, we can't have our future patrons starving to death, can we?”

he was strangely patient and an overall good teacher too (emphasis on overall)

he guided you step by step through each dish, simultaneously showing off his own flawless culinary skills

you hated that you daily found yourself boosting his already GIGANTIC ego, but you couldn't help it. you could only dream about reaching that level of artistry in cooking

he always came up with creative recipes to test your limits and cooked for you in order to make you more familiar with different tastes. his mother’s were your favorites, jambalaya being his one true specialty 

he had blindfolded you once and proceeded to present you with various samples of spices, oilments and all kinds of food so that you could acquaint yourself with the smells and flavors of the ingredients and figure out yourself which ones would best suit a certain dish

saying you were hesitant at first was an understatement, because you know? being completely at the mercy of a sadistic serial killer who had terrorized the seven circles of hell? not even being able to see him? not on your bucket list

he had tried to ease your nervousness with the whole “if I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would have done so already” thing, but it was getting kind of old pretty fast

“if I had been one to play with fire, I'd have joined a circus”

he found your sense of humor as endearing your sheer presence

(when he rolled up his sleeves to cook, you felt like you could catch fire any minute, you were a slut for strong skinny arms) 

yes, Alastor had always loved to show off his own impeccable skills but he unexpectedly found himself enjoying the moments spent in your company too

he relished in seeing you fail again and again, but he also admired the way you always managed to bring yourself back up to your feet each time

he had yet to fully understand if it was foolishness or stubbornness to guide your steps

either way, you turned out to be his favorite form of entertainment in the hotel!

no matter how many slights would he send your way, you'd always manage to find an appropriate remark that made his permanent smile stretch a little more in sheer amusement

“oh dear, this beef is so undercooked one could still hear the poor beast’s lament”

“the only noise I hear is the obnoxious ramblings of an arrogant boomer”

he wasn't technically a boomer but it was always so satisfying to irk him with terms he had no knowledge of

during your cooking lessons, when the only thing left to do with a dish was wait and pray for the best, you'd come to talk about everything and anything

he'd talk to you about his precious New Orleans as he remembered it and you'd fill him in on recent historical/social developments of your time

he always looked so taken when you shared with him that modern knowledge and it made you feel useful for a change

it was, dare you say it, almost adorable how he'd ask you countless questions about your home town, the catastrophes of the last century and had there been any other war since his death?

the topic switches almost made you dizzy though

once or twice, when the timing allowed, he'd even indulge in a musical show to pass time

on the days your mood soured because of a particularly complicated recipe or bad result, he'd drag you along and dance until you were so distracted by the absurdness of the circumstances that you forgot about your previous sadness

with time, his musical shows became more frequent as he realized you'd always offer him a genuine smile after his flashy performances

it was out of personal indulgence, not because he liked the way his music always seemed to cheer you up

he'd not been vocal about the way he tried to comfort you, but you were grateful nonetheless

the first time you managed to succesfully complete one of his complicated recipes, you had almost cried

“now, now deary, under my watchful eye, it was only a matter of time until you'd finally blossom into a fine cook!”

“Alastor can I... can I hug you?”

and how could he say no to such an adorable expression? he found himself stunned into silence, not being able to tell you yes either, therefore you slowly came closer as if trying not to scare a wild animal away

when Alastor passively stood before you, not moving away, you wrapped your arms around him

he really was such a dorky noodle

he didn't relax into the hug, but he kept still as you relished in the moment and let the pressure you had hoarded for months now loose

Alastor proceeded to show off your dish during dinner and even Angel Dust could do nothing but shut up and dig in

The all powerful Radio Demon was simply so proud of your progress - not that he doubted you'd prevail in the end, thanks to his expertise and guidance

from that moment onward things only got better and even if you didn't necessarily need Alastor's help anymore, neither of you ever mentioned going your separate ways

you were both secretly glad for the silent agreement

friendly banter and dad jokes were a daily occurrence and with your new-found confidence in the field, you'd always bite back showing off new delicious dishes instead than words

you still had trouble every now and then, but Alastor was always there to help you out

not that you'd ever hear the end of it if you actually asked him for help

“what was that, my darling? is the mightiest chef in Hell having trouble in Paradise?”

you had noticed however that he'd started sneaking glances your way more than usual lately and he also started following you around wherever you went in the hotel. he became your shadow both inside and outside of the kitchen

the attention soon became unnerving, even more so when you'd go in the kitchen only find a different flower on the counter each morning

you came to realize that Alastor's advances were rather old fashioned, but you would amuse the dork and yourself for a while before taking charge

gifts became an ordinary occurrence as well as praise and you preferred not to think about what praise could do to you when it came from Alastor

he enjoyed your reactions to his flattering words a little too much, he had to admit

you had had enough of his childish antics one day and you decided to finally put your plan into action

“Al, can you come here for one sec?”

he wasn't particularly fond of the nickname, but you just loved to get under his skin as much as he did when it came to you

“what can I do for you, my darling chef?”

“here, I have a gift for you”

he looked uncharacteristically unsure of what to do but slightly amused as well. in the end curiosity took the best of him and he finally decided to open the box you had handed to him rather unceremoniously

“what is this dear?”

the apron you had chosen was a perfect fit for your long boi

“read it, please”

“kiss the cook? well, if you ask me so nicely, I just might have to”

he then proceeded to peck your cheek and you swore you could have fainted right there and then by the sheer sweetness of the gesture

it hadn't exactly been what you had planned, but you weren't going to complain

your relationship was bound to be full of surprises apparently

[lost-in-the-80s]

You Don’t Want My Love - Chapter 6

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We stopped for a second, looking at each other. 

Reaching forward, I put a lock of her hair behind her ear.

She's so beautiful! I wonder how her lips would taste like…

I licked my lips at the thought. 

Control yourself, Duff! My conscience yelled at me.

“Y/N.” Tom’s voice broke the moment, making me roll my eyes internally. “Are you coming?” He pointed to the elevator.

What a good time to talk, Tom! 

“Yeah, just a sec.” 

She looked back at me with a small smile. “Good night, Duff.”

Fuck it! 

I leaned down, kissing her cheek lightly. Her perfume filled my nostrils making it hard to move away from her. “Good night, Y/N.” I finally breathed out, seeing her walk away.

God, I'm so fucked!

"God you're so slow" Axl passed by me, rolling his eyes. 

"What do you mean?" I furred my eyebrows, following him.

"Ask her out already." Izzy said, entering the second elevator with us and pressing our floor's button.

"As if it was a simple thing!" I leaned against the mirror on the wall. "You remember how she reacted the last time one of you idiots decided to give a little push" I made fake quotation marks with my fingers.

"Let's just say it was the wrong way to do that." Izzy glared at Axl, who looked away from the mirror in which he was fixing his hair.

"What!? I was using the opportunity!" 

"Yeah, and it worked so well…" Izzy said sarcastically.

"At least I tried! What did you do?"

"What did I do? I was the one who convinced her that he wasn't an asshole! Remember?" Izzy crossed his arms, leaning against the metal wall.

"Okay, take it easy. You're acting like a married couple!" I turned around, looking at myself in the mirror and throwing my jacket over my shoulders. 

The doors opened and we started walking down the corridor. 

"See you guys tomorrow." I said, listening to their responses before entering my room.

"Ah, shit!" Sitting at the edge of my bed, I ran my hands through my face. 

Kicking off my boots and throwing the jacket on an armchair I laid in bed, gazing at the ceiling with just the city lights illuminating the place.

"How did I get myself to this point?" Lighting up a cigarette, I took a long drag.

I knew the answer. And the answer was that there wasn't an answer. It just happened.

I still remember the first time I saw her. She entered the dressing room in a light pink skirt and a white blouse. Her eyes were slightly widened, as if she needed them fully open to be able to understand what to do.

Gosh, she looked like an angel. Completely different from what I had expected.

When the label called saying that they had got someone that wouldn't get distracted by us, I thought they would send an old lady, not someone pretty like her.

Later on that day, I entered the room and she was there alone, complaining about something in a low voice, causing a smile to appear on my lips.

She started stuttering and I thought that it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

There was just something about her. The way she talked and her facial expressions, they just captured my attention all the time.

Whenever I heard her voice I would stop and pay attention, because I wanted to learn more about her. She fascinated me, but I couldn't tell why.

Well, that was just the first week. Then she and Steven talked one day on the bus, it was casual, and I was listening of course. He asked what she was reading about and  she started telling him these airplane accident stories, and at that moment, listening to her voice, I knew, I had fallen for her.

During the first weeks, I didn't know how to make conversation. She was from a completely different world and I didn't want to scare her away or look dumb.

She seemed just too perfect and I was afraid that my interests wouldn't be enough to entertain her.

But then Izzy happened. He was always the quiet one, which means he had a lot of time to pay attention to the others, and he surely noticed the way I was acting.

"You look like a psycho." He said before drinking from his beer. We were backstage and she was on the opposite side of the room, making a list of what we needed her to buy.

"I can't help it." I puffed some smoke.

"Is it that bad?" 

"You have no idea, Stradlin." I turned around, getting a plastic glass and filling it with vodka.

"Talk to her then." He turned his head back, facing me.

"Easier said than done." 

"Come on, man! You're not shy!"

"It's just that…. Fuck…. Look at her!" I turned around, pointing at her with my glass. "She's not like us."

"So what?"

"I can't fucking sit in front of her and say 'are you into motorcicles?' I fucking know she's not! I wouldn't be able to hold the conversation."

"Well, then ask about something that you know she's into." He put his glass on the table. "She's always drawing or reading something.. ask her about those. Tom said she graduated in fashion, ask for fashion advice or some shit."

"You know what, you're right!" I placed my glass with the cig on the table, seeing that she was leaving the room.

Walking fastly, I found her in the corridor. "Mind if I go with you?" 

She jumped a little, startled by my presence. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." 

"It's fine." She smiled and I forgot what I had apologized for.

"Are you sure you want to come along? I'm just going to Walmart. It's going to be boring." 

"Nah, it's not going to be boring," I started walking, leading us towards the exiting door. "Plus, I'm a professional shopping cart driver." 

That was the first time I got to spend time alone with her, and it made me even more sure about what I was feeling.

After that, I started trying to talk to her every day. I'd ask about what she was listening to, what she was drawing and things like that. When there wasn't anything to ask about, I'd ask her about her favorite griffs and listen to her talking for lots of minutes, even though I wouldn't be able to remember any of that. 

She was sweet and dreaming. God how I love the way her eyes always sparkle when she talks about something she loves.

She was delicate and light. Always in a good mood, always trying to be serious and have a firm grip on us, and falling miserably after a few minutes. She was too nice to be strict with anyone.

But I knew she was out of reach. She would never be interested in someone like me. And every day I wanted to get away from her and detoxify myself from her presence in my mind. But then I'd wake up to her voice and I'd forget completely about those plans.

It was becoming hard to move on with the basic tasks. I'd think of her before going to bed and I'd wake up doing the same. I'd try to stay with her the most I could and when she was away I would be thinking if she missed me in the way I missed her.

And then it became too much to hold. Izzy thought I was just interested in her, but he could never imagine that was loving that chick.

So I decided to talk to someone. I needed someone that wouldn't judge me and that could be nice to me in this situation. So I talked to Steven. And that was the worst decision I've ever made.

The next day, all the guys knew about it, and that's when this fucked up plans about putting the two of us together started.

I didn't need their help. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to ask her out, but I was waiting for a good moment. I'd ask her to go out for dinner or something natural, something that wouldn't scare her away.

But of course, nobody thought in the same way as I. 

I still remember that day by the pool. Steven had come up with the idea, and we all agreed. I remember that I didn't think much of it, but that was until I saw her in a bikini.

I tried my hardest not to stare. I knew I'd make her uncomfortable if she noticed my gaze. But damn, that was hard to ignore.

I was thinking that that was one of the best days of my life. Not because we were the most requested song on the radio, but because she hugged me.

That was the first time she touched me. Our skins touched and I couldn't help but feel that that's how they were meant to be.

The afternoon arrived and we went for a walk through the city. That city was so fucking boring! Even the record shops were lame, and I was so afraid and she'd think it was boring too and would decide to go back to the hotel.

So when I saw that car/bike rental shop, I grabbed the opportunity with my two hands

To feel her pressed against my back, her arms circling my waist… man! I couldn't even put into words how I was feeling.

But just like everything good lasts for little, she wasn't feeling well, and we went back to the hotel.

A part of me was concerned about her wellbeing. But another part had the impression that her headache was just an excuse, that she had hated spending the afternoon with me and just wanted to stay away from me.

Then my amazing friends came with the brilliant idea of throwing a party. I knew that was the worst idea ever, but if that would mean that I could see her again that day, then I was down for it.

That could've been a magical night. But I drank too much and had to stay away so I wouldn't say some stupid shit to her.

The room was full of women, but I could just look at her. The way she danced to that stupid ABBA song made my heartache and I yelled at myself internally not to approach her.

And then came that truth or dare game. I still don't know who came up with that, but I hate that person!

Axl, just like always, couldn't hold himself, so he dared her to kiss me. Ahh, how I hate that moment!

I remember the way she looked at me, and how startled she seemed when she realized I was looking at her. How uncomfortable she felt and how her cheeks grew red with embarrassment.

If I was sober, I would've punched Axl.

But a small part of me had hope. Hope that she'd say yes, we would kiss and I'd ask her to go on a date with me.

And then she answered, I still remember how sober her voice was when she said that she couldn't.

Couldn't. That's a funny word. When you can't do something, it's because someone or something is stopping you from doing that. And nobody was doing that.

Don't. That's what she should've used. She didn't want to do that. And it broke me. She didn't want me. 

And I don't know why I got so surprised. That was obvious. I had been feeding a fake hope for months, but deep down I knew that it wouldn't ever happen.

And then everything became numb. I didn't hear the music, nor what they were saying. I just saw her throwing her shoes at someone and leaving, but I didn't have the energy to go after her and apologize for my friends.

So I just got up, getting another bottle of vodka and allowing myself to drink until I could forget about the reason why I was drinking.

The night went in a blur. I just remember parts of it. A chick paying Tommy Lee a blow job during the truth or dare. Someone hitting a chandelier and Izzy taking a photo of me with it. Me yelling for everyone to leave the room at 4 am.

The next morning I woke up with a terrible hangover. Looking to my side there was someone. She had the same hair color as Y/N and for a brief second, I thought that she had come back to the party and we had finally got together. But then I saw it wasn't her, it was a groupie.

She woke up and I asked her to get dressed and leave. I tried to be calm, but I know that was rude on my part. But fuck, if I saw that chick there for much longer I'd start yelling at me. Y/N has always said about how she wouldn't be into a guy who sleeps with a different woman every night.

But what was the meaning of feeling guilty for that? Sleeping with groupies or not, she'd never want me. 

So I decided to recover from my hangover. Searching inside the bedroom I found another vodka bottle and I allowed the burning sensation in my throat to distract myself from her.

I couldn't even look at her that day. Every time I heard her voice or saw those eyes I remembered that she didn't want me, and it made me feel ten times worse.

And then that stupid dude came around. Checking her up and down and looking at her all the time.

It made my blood boil.

I wanted so bad to get up, push him against a wall and start beating the shit out of him. But I couldn't, so I just found more vodka, but nothing seemed to distract me anymore.

They could be the perfect couple, I could tell that. The type who has 2 children and lived in Bel Air. Just the thought of the two of them together made me clench my fists.

He announced he was leaving, and I thought I'd have some relief, but he had to ask her to accompany him.

I wanted to stay cool. I wanted to stay in the dressing room and get ready for the gig, but I couldn't control myself anymore, and when I realized I was opening the exiting door.

The two of them were talking, I heard him asking her out and only God knows what I wanted to do to him at that moment.

I told him she couldn't. I wanted him to tell me that I didn't talk for her or some shit like that. I wanted him to give me a reason to punch him. But he decided to be polite.

He left and she asked me why I had talked to him like that, and it drove me wild. She was defending him? In front of me? 

I can still picture the way her eyes lost their shine and how she dropped her shoulders at my words. I hated myself for making her feeling like that. But I was too drunk to think straight, so I just left.

I stopped talking to her after that. I was too upset, and I didn't want her looking at me like that again, it would just make me hate myself even more. So I kept my distance.

During the first weeks of the pause, I refused to go out. I just sat inside my new house, drinking and missing her.

But Slash was a good friend. He showed up telling me how pathetic I looked. Making me go out and live a little.

I opened up with him.

"I'm feeling like shit, man!" I said before drinking from a beer bottle. We had gone to The Rainbow.

"You need to start thinking dude! Y/N is not the type of chick you'll get in a truth or dare game…"

"You say as if that was my idea." I glared at him.

"What I'm trying to say is… she's different. She's not around you 'cause you're in a band. Just be nice to her and then ask her out for some romantic shit." He gestured with his hands.

"You talk as it was simple," I finished the bottle, placing it on the counter. "and even if it was, she probably hates me now anyway."

"Bullshit!"

"No. I mean it, man! You don't know the way she looked at me that day. I hurt her." 

"Hey raise that head!" Slash said, making me look from the counter to his face. "She's into you, you just need to show her that you're nice again."

"Oh yeah, of course, she's into me." I said sarcastically.

"You're really stupid, aren't you?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "You need to pay attention to the way she acts around you, you're the only one that makes her get clumsy and shy."

He drank from his bottle. "Plus, she looks at you in the same you look at her." 

Those words got stuck in my head. He was right, I had never seen her nervous around the others. Maybe she was into me. 

But still, I had fucked things up that afternoon.

That day I decided that I'd be my best version to her when we got back from the pause. I wanted her to see how I'd be with her if we were dating, and maybe, if she thought I was good enough, she'd give me a chance.

No pressure, no "plans". I wanted it to go natural, as smooth as it could be.

My guilt for the way I talked to her got twice as big when Izzy told me they had met and that she thought it was her fault.

How could she think she had any fault for me being an ass? Dude! I don't deserve this girl. But still, I wanted her.

Thank God Izzy was a good friend. Managing to make her feel calm and even see my asshole attitude as something from the moment.

After that, I was anxious about returning to the tour. I couldn't wait for a chance to be close to her and listen to her cute accent.

And then I saw her, I was at the airport with the boys, she was far away, but it was enough to make my heart miss a beat.

She was even prettier than before. She clearly enjoyed the pause and I just wished I had been there to enjoy it with her.

Asking her for a hug was a bold move, but I had to try, and it was worth it. 

Smelling her perfume and feeling her hugging me put me in such a calm state that for the first time, I didn't freak out about being on a plane.

And now I had lost the perfect opportunity to kiss her, all thanks to Tom.

Maybe it wasn't the most romantic way to do that, but I could feel that tension, the same tension that was created when we hugged before. As if the two of us were finally back home.

Looking to the side I checked the time, 3 am. Fuck. I had been thinking about her for hours now. 

Getting up, I stripped off my clothes, getting under the covers. I could still feel her skin pressed against my lips if I concentrated enough, and it was enough to send me to sleep, wishing that tomorrow we could spend more time together.

[mountainsluna]

good intentions

request: Seonghwa scenario in which the reader falls into bad habits after breaking up, if u want to you can make it fluff at the end

pairing: seonghwa x reader

genre: angst + fluff ending

word count: 1.9k

✩ [author’s note] this...this hurt :’( i love seonghwa so much my soft hearted baby :’(

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Seonghwa always had the best intentions when it came to you. He wanted you happy whether that was with or without him. When you came into his life, he knew you were absolutely everything he had ever wanted. But good things could only last so long.

After he started his new job he ended up being a lot busier than he thought he’d be, traveling to different cities and countries nearly every week. It led to him only ever seeing you once a month or so. He couldn’t stand it, he hated feeling like he was neglecting you, no matter how much you reassured him that things would be okay he didn’t listen.

“Y/n I’m sorry, I just can’t put you through this anymore...You don’t deserve it. You deserve someone who can be there for you whenever you need them and I can’t be that.” His eyes were already glossing over as he spoke to you.

“Hwa, I’ve been okay these past nine months... No it’s not ideal but it’s worth it to be with you. I love you so much and I know you love me too, it doesn’t make sense for us to break up like this.” You pleaded to him at your apartment door. He hadn’t even wanted to come inside, worried he’d cave and not say what he went there to say.

“I do love you, so much. That’s why I have to do this. It’d be selfish of me to keep you... I’m so sorry.” His hands that were wrapped around yours, now letting them down slowly.

“Seonghwa...please...” You breathed shakily, tears already streaming down your face. Seonghwa couldn’t bare to look at you as he turned away. Leaving you a sobbing, heartbroken mess at your own doorstep.

You hated to admit you cried for nearly two days straight after your breakup. The shock and denial of it all was taking a toll on you in the worst ways. As the weekend approached your friends decided you needed to get out, dragging you to a local club to loosen you up a bit. You hadn’t been much of drinker, letting yourself get tipsy only on occasion but maybe this was what you needed.

The first sip of alcohol had your body warming up nicely, filling you with the relief you had been dying for as it coursed through your veins. After about three more drinks, the memory of your ex boyfriend was nearly forgotten.

The next morning you were definitely regretting your drink choices from the night before. But by that evening you were ready to go again, craving the break the alcohol brought from your thoughts.

When Monday arrived, your classes had been extra rough on you. On your walk home you decided to stop at the convenient store for food. Your eyes skimming over the wine section. You grabbed a couple of bottles, thinking they’d hold you for the next month or so.

But the bottles only lasted about four days. Not including Wednesday because Yeosang and Wooyoung had invited you to happy hour at their favorite bar and you had agreed a bit too eagerly.

Now it was the weekend and you were ready to go out again.

Seonghwa noticed your frequent outings that first weekend. He was friends with your friends on social media and although you had blocked him, he saw everything through Wooyoung and Yeosang’s profiles.

He hated to admit that after the second night of seeing videos of you downing several hard liquors and shots he was worried. But he knew he was in no position to scold you. He had left you, but he honestly hadn’t expected it to be this hard on you.

That Tuesday he saw Wooyoung’s story, a picture of two wine glasses with you tagged in the second one, letting him know you were drinking again. Then Wednesday when he saw you taking shots of whiskey with the two boys at a local bar. He decided he needed to call you. Whether you listened to him or not, it was getting out of hand. But you didn’t answer.

He even attempted to reach out to your friends but Wooyoung ignored him as well. All he got from Yeosang was a ‘you’re talking to the wrong person. text her, not me.’ When he informed the blonde haired boy that you weren’t responding, Yeosang told him he should ‘take the hint then’ and left it at that.

He was out of town all that week but he wanted so bad to go to your house and beg you to stop, to just stop, He wanted to hold you in his arms again and tell you that you were too precious and important to be doing the things you were doing to yourself but he couldn’t.

Seonghwa was on edge during all of his meetings that Friday, fully expecting to see you getting drunk with your friends again and sure enough, by 10pm on Wooyoung’s story. There you were, dressed in the tightest gray dress he had ever seen you in, downing drinks like a pro as the boys hyped you up. He threw his phone to the other side of the hotel bed. His head falling into his palms as he sighed in frustration.

This whole time he thought he had chosen what was best for you both but maybe he hadn’t. It’s not like had ever stopped loving you. He loved you to death and he missed you more than he could bear. Part of him only watched your friend’s stories so he could catch glimpses of your face. Missing the way you’d smile up at him and how he would pull you into a kiss, loving the way you'd giggle against his lips the longer he’d kiss you.

It wasn’t until Sunday night that he decided enough was enough. He saw a story pop up from a mutual friend of yours, Mingi, who hadn’t come around in awhile. It was a video of a blunt being passed around. The video didn’t show your faces but he recognized your body instantly as you were sitting between Yeosang and Wooyoung in a circle. A shot glass in one hand, as Yeosang handed you the blunt that you took with the other.

He was riding back to his apartment from the airport when he saw it and he knew he had to see you. As soon as he set his bags down, he called another cab to take him straight to your apartment.

It was nearly 1am but he was more determined than he had ever been to be with you. When he knocked on the door there was no answer. He sat on the ground, leaning back against your door as he recalled the events that occurred the last time he was here. He wanted to kick himself for being so stupid. He thought keeping you was selfish but now he knew trying to push you away was only hurting you both.

He constantly refreshed his feed, until a new story popped up, and he could see you in the backseat of Yeosang’s car, high and drunk off your ass and he nearly started sobbing. He could only pray that Yeosang was bringing you here and not to his or Wooyoung’s apartment.

About twenty minutes had passed when he heard voices coming up the stairs to your floor. He stood up quickly already recognizing Wooyoung’s loud voice. A few seconds later he saw you. Your arms slung over the two boy’s shoulders as they helped you stumble to your apartment.

Yeosang scoffed as he made eye contact with Seonghwa, not paying him any more attention than that. He left you to dangle from Wooyoung’s shoulder as he took your key from your purse to unlock your door.

Wooyoung was the only one to acknowledge Seonghwa. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Seonghwa didn’t really know how to answer the boy. “I-I came to make sure she was okay.”

“What you’re finally feeling guilty or what?” He slurred back at the taller boy. Yeosang told Wooyoung he’d wait for him in the car, not wanting to be in Seonghwa’s presence any longer. He helped you onto your couch, your head hanging low not even realizing Seonghwa was even there.

“Wooyoung...I can take care of her for the night...If you don’t mind..”

The smaller boy looked at him hesitantly not wanting to leave you alone with him at all.

“I...really want to be with her...I miss her so much... I can’t believe I let this happen.”

Wooyoung watched as he caressed your drunken face. Your eyes closed, indefinitely passed out. Even in his own drunken state, he could see the regret Seonghwa had in his eyes, silently pleading to him as they made eye contact.

After a few moments of silence while Wooyoung mulled it over in his head, he agreed. But not after a few select threats from him as he made his way out of the door.

Seonghwa helped you out of your heels and into your bedroom, talking to you in the softest voice. Wanting to make up for all the bad feelings he had caused you. While he was helping you into your sleeping clothes he heard you mumble softly.

“S...Seonghwa?” Your head lulling back as the room began to spin whenever you opened your eyes.

“Shhh, yes my love it’s me. I’m here. Let me lay you down, angel.” You grumbled in response but let him guide you to your pillows, he himself making his way beside you under the covers. Resting your head against him as he stroked your hair, leaving soft kisses on your head, mumbling apologies into your hair.

You woke up the next morning in Seonghwa’s embrace, the feeling of his arms around you startling you as you sat up quickly. Your movements waking Seonghwa as well. “Baby what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Y..you...you’re here?” You stuttered out softly. Wondering if you were still dreaming, you reached up to hold his face. His hand coming up to wrap around your arm.

“Yes my love... I’m here.” He pulled you into his chest, and you accepted, your arm coming to wrap around his abdomen. “I’m here now baby everything’s gonna be okay I promise.” He kissed your head and you nearly teared up at his words, hugging him even tighter. “But...how are you feeling?”

The shock of his presence subsiding as you felt the pang of a hangover in your skull. “I...I have a slight headache but I’ll be okay.”

“My love....I’ll get you some medicine and some water, okay?” He moved to get up but you pulled him against you, not wanting him to leave your side just yet.

“Please...please don’t ever leave me again.” You said against his chest, your eyes closed tightly. You wanted to stay in his arms forever.

He hugged you back with all the strength he could muster without hurting you. “I won’t, angel, I promise. You’re the love of my life, I’m sorry I was so stupid.” He held your head to his chest, breathing out a small sigh of relief knowing you wanted him to stay as much as he wanted to. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Hwa.” You picked up your head, kissing him with all the energy you had, making up for every day you two had missed together.

[harrysgloves]

Let Your Hair Down (chapter ii)

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word count: word count: 1,515

summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

warnings: language (cause I really cannot write without curse words). Smut in future chapter just not this one. Sorry, we’re getting there but it’s a slow burn.

a/n: Hopefully you guys like this one as much as the last but honestly I think chapter 3 is my favorite so far. It’ll be up tomorrow! And as always my grammatical errors and my spelling is atrocious so please ignore... xx

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The day couldn't have ended more perfectly. The sun was starting to set as you sat curled up in one of Mitch's hoodies by the fire outside. The food was already packed up and put away. Now it was just time to drink your glass of wine with Sarah as Mitch and Harry wrangled your kid out of the pool to start making s'mores.

You laid your head against Sarah's shoulder. Your hair blew back gently from the swaying motion of the swing they had by their fire pit and you couldn't imagine things being better than they were right now. You were finally happy. You were finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and as the next season started to creep up on you, you knew you had even better things to look forward to.

"Wow that kid has a lot of energy." Mitch said as he walked up towards you guys from the house, slipping on a shirt.

"Yeah imagine how bad it is when you shove her full of sugar and send her back to me after sleepovers here." You glared at Mitch. You knew full well he was the one who gave her the ungodly amount of sugar the last time she was here and she ended up sick.

"Hey, I'm the fun one not the responsible one." He smiled as he took a seat across from Sarah. His hands folding behind his head as he relaxed into the seat.

"Where is she?" You questioned leaning your head up off Sarah and looking around the yard. You couldn't see her and even though you knew she was probably fine, you couldn't help the mommy dread filling the pit of your stomach.

"Oh, calm down, Harry has her."

"Jesus, Mitch, you can't leave her with someone she doesn't know very well." You huffed and started to stand up before you saw them walking back outside. An old shirt of Mitch's now covering her. It was almost dragging the ground as she walked hand in hand with Harry.

"You were saying?" He smiled smugly and Sarah chuckled from beside you. You couldn't help the huff of annoyance that passed your lips.

"Stop trying to set us up. It's not going to happen." You said as you kicked off your high heels and curled your legs up beside you when you sat back down.

"Whatever you say Y/N" Sarah mumbled beside you. The smile on her face not fading as she took a drink from her glass.

"Momma! Momma!" Thea yelled as she let go of Harry's hand and ran toward you.

"Guess what!" She bounced excitedly in front of you. The smile on her face so wide it showed the one front baby tooth that had fallen out the previous week. It was the first one she had lost, which made your heartache at the thought of her growing up. You felt she was too little to be losing teeth yet but the frantic call you made to the pediatrician made you feel stupid when she assured you it was completely normal for a kid about to turn five.

"What baby?" You asked as you pulled her onto your lap to sit with you.

"Harry has his nails painted too and he said he liked the color mine are." She rushed out excitedly as she held her hands in front of her to look at the color they were again.

"He said I could paint his nails sometime. Even though I told him I wasn't very good at it and that you did them for me, but he said I could practice on him." She said turning to you but your eyes fixed on the man in front of you. Your heart wanted to fall out of your chest and turn into a pile of mush at the thought of her curled up on the couch painting his nails as he mused about how well she was doing. You quickly pushed the fleeting thought to the side but the smile it caused stayed on your face as you looked at him.

"Well baby that was very nice of him." You kissed her on the cheek and pulled her back further and hugged her.

"Sucker." Mitch coughed out into his hand and Harry turned around, hitting him in the back.

"Got a bit of a bad cough there mate." He said irritation laced through his voice but it still sounded angelic to you. You tried your best to hide your small laugh as he sat down beside Mitch directly across from you but his green eyes shot directly to yours when he heard it. A soft smile formed at the corner of his full lips and you had to immediately look away before you started debating in your mind what they tasted like.

"Go make some s'mores with Uncle Mitch before we have to go Thea." You said as you put her on the ground. She walked carefully around the fire and went to sit on Mitch's lap as he started putting the marshmallows on the roasting stick.

"So, Y/N, when do you start your fancy new job?" Sarah asked as you leaned your head back on her shoulder and took a sip from your wine glass.

"Next month. Not sure how well it's going to go. I've never managed a hotel that big before." You were a bit nervous to start a new job in a new city but you craved the fresh start. Somewhere, where walking down the street didn't remind you time and time again of your ex.

"Oh shut up." Mitch groaned. You were going to give a smart ass remark back but the look Harry shot him was enough to make you stop.

"I'm just saying," Mitch said more to Harry than you, "She's great at managing people. She shouldn't be worried."

"Which hotel is it?" Harry questioned as he held his roasting stick loaded with marshmallows over the fire.

"The Pembroke. I'm just the Assistant Manager but hopefully in a few years if it all works out the way I want it to then I can move up." You shrugged. You weren't 100% sure how you got into hospitality but it was just something that seemed to stick with you. Meeting and talking to new people every day from all over the world was fascinating. You liked getting to learn about different cities and countries without ever having to leave your state, but this new job came with a pretty big move, into New York City. It wasn't that bad considering you were already on the outskirts but you'd never lived in the actual city before. Something you weren't 100% sure you were ready for.

"'ve been there." He said, turning his marshmallows before they burned. "'S nice. Just a few streets over from my flat actually."

You swore you could have choked on your wine the second that sentence left his mouth. You had no fucking idea where he lived and preferred to keep it that way and now he knew where you worked and it was close to where he was at when he was in New York? No. No way. You turned to Sarah who had a shit-eating grin across her face.

"Well, maybe you can show Y/N around sometime." She said turning to face you with the biggest, most infuriating smile on her face. "I'm sure she would like the help getting used to the city."

"Oh, no, really I couldn't--" You started but were shortly cut off.

"That means that you can come over and sing my song to me Harry." Thea said with so much excitement that you paused. She really did seem to get on with him better than most people and she loved his music. She said 'Golden' was her song and made Mitch play it for her all the time. It was heart-wrenchingly adorable.

"Course I can sweetheart." He said to Thea as he took off a marshmallow and placed it on a Graham cracker lined with chocolate. Handing it to her before starting to make his own.

"Well she should have your number then." Sarah beamed from beside you and it took everything in you to not strangle her.

Fucking trader.

Thea was already over to you and taking your phone in the blink of an eye and handing it to Harry. She was telling him how to put his number in your phone before you even got a chance to protest.

"You've got to take a picture so it shows up next to your name." She said as she took the phone back from him and turned on the camera app.

"Get in here with me then." He said pulling her in. They both cheesed up to the camera, big smiles wide on both their faces and your heart completely melted when you heard her giggle and ask to do a silly photo.

"Call me anytime you need help love."

Guess you had his phone number now. So much for staying away.

[dehydratedpool]

hello again!! it’s the beginning of a new month, meaning a new fic rec post!! here are some fics that i read this month that are just... exquisite and deserve all the love and attention <3 

there aren’t as many as last time unfortunately, since i was quite busy this past month, but i promise next month won’t fall short! ((fics that i’ve reread this month are indicated with a **))

Foolishly Laying Our Hearts On The Table [11k] by runaway_train @runaway-train-works 

“You think Harry wants that?”

“Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy.” Harry takes advantage of the red light he’s pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis’ face. He’s not even looking in Harry’s direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry’s spine straighten.

“Because he’s your best mate?” Harry questions carefully.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

He couldn’t have heard him right. “What?”

Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he’s talking to right now. “He’s so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him.”

Or; The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

--> this is a new comfort fic for me tbh. i got rec’d this after louis tweeted about getting his wisdom teeth removed, and i’m so SO glad i decided to give it a read. it’s so precious and lovely and personally, i found it to be a quick read. it’s the kind of fic that makes me both warm and fuzzy inside but also highly upset that i’m single and will surely be alone forever

Just Let Me [14k] by HelloAmHere 

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

--> ok LISTEN. as some of you know, i just recently got into reading a/b/o fics and this one is definitely at the top of my fave a/b/o fics out there. it’s an interesting take on the trope, almost a bit more realistic in my opinion, and to quote the author’s note, “’what if a/b/o but less biological determinism?’”. i believe i found this one through a masterpost of “touch-deprivation fics”, so if that’s your thing, give this one a chance!

my ugly mouth kept running [4k] by theankletattoo @hadestyles

Another seed, another try except they know what caused the first wilt. They will be careful, they will be kind and together they will nurture it to life.

sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

--> rori, the author, never fails to disappoint when it comes to all of her works. i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, she’s so incredibly fucking talented it’s unreal. her imagery is so vivid and real it leaves simultaneously everything and nothing to the imagination. as usual, h and l’s dynamic in this is an addicting portion to this fic that has you anticipating how their dynamic will shift and grow up until the end. if you’ve yet to read any of rori’s work, i suggest you add that to your to-do list for the month, and get a head start to her collection with this one!

**As Wicked As Anything Could Be [21k] by whoknows @crazyupsetter

It starts when Louis decides that he wants to lose his cherry and announces that he thinks the best way to do that is by going to a gay club. Naturally, Harry can’t let him go alone, so he tags along and spends the night rating guys with Louis until someone finally catches Louis’s eye.

Harry shoves him out to dance with the guy, and he can already tell that it’s going to be a quick and dirty hook up, so he’s not surprised that Louis and the guy disappear into the bathroom ten minutes later.

It is a surprise when Louis comes out not even two minutes later, pale and clammy, grabs Harry by the hand and drags him right out the door.

Somehow Harry comes to the decision that it would be a good idea for him to be in the room with Louis while Louis gets laid.

It’s a stupid fucking decision.

--> i discovered this fic a while ago on a whim and i have zero regrets. this is absolutely on my top ten fave fics list (that has yet to exist but perhaps i’ll post it one day). whoknows is a well known author within the fandom, so i’m sure i don’t have to say much about their immense talent, but SERIOUSLY, their plot progression, even their use of dialogue is wonderful in every way. as a writer, i envy them lmao. this fic takes me on a rollercoaster every time i read it, it’s yet another comfort fic of mine and never fails to disappoint every time i pick it up again. please, do yourselves a favor this april and read this.

Keeping The Flame Alive [19k] by whoknows @crazyupsetter 

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

--> yes, for the first time in dehydratedpoolfics history of fic recs even tho i’ve only been doing this for a month i am rec’ing the same author twice, but seriously, how could i not??? this fic took me on a literal journey like... wtf. i have no words. seriously, i have none, i’m just that blown away, go read it for yourself .

**a trail of honey through it all [27k] by bruisedhoney @yvesaintlourent 

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

--> okay look. i may or may not have a slight obsession with this fic. i reread it constantly, mostly for the iconic line, “are we fuckin’ or fightin’?”, because how can i not scream over that?? ((also patiently waiting for the sequel)) this is a literary masterpiece, one that defines an entire generation of this fandom i stg. but in all seriousness, hayley, the author, does such a wonderful job of giving the reader a vivid look into “nowhere, georgia”, and as a southern gal myself, i absolutely adore the itty bitty pieces of southern culture embedded into this, the tiny quirks that make this fic authentic. i could probably go on forever on why this fic is so iconic, but perhaps you should read it for yourself instead *wink* *wink*

SO. that’s all for this month!! if you read any of these, first of all, be sure to read the tags and author’s note (if any) before starting, AND please don’t forget to leave a quick kudos or comment, it means more than you may ever know <3