#I told you hands are very important for me

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look at us now II Renée Slegers x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 2689

summary: former lovers reunite at Arsenal.

author's note: hi, our first Renée Slegers fanfic, let us know your thoughts on it. As always this is purely fiction, enjoy. 🤍❤️

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 “So, you hired another assistant coach without telling me?”, Renée asked incredulously, well aware that except for her, the room was full of very important looking men.

One of them nodded sternly: “You needed another one. We made the decision for you.”

Renée closed her eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath, fighting the urge to protest. She was Arsenals new head coach after all.

With forced calmness, she asked: “Who is it?”

“You know her already.”

Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She opened her mouth in order to ask what that was about to mean when you finally made your appearance. You had waited all morning in anticipation to surprise your former teammate with your presence.

“Hello Renée.”, you greeted her as you walked into the room.

Recognition flashed across her face, followed by genuine excitement. She got up from her chair, beaming: “You!”

Before you knew what was happening, she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you into a way too tight hug.

“Yes, it’s me. Don’t strangle me, please! That would be sad first last workday at the Arsenal.”, you laughed.

“You’re so stupid! I missed you so much.”, Renée giggled but finally let go of you.

For a second, you stood there and took each other in and it almost felt like nothing had changed since you played together in Sweden.

“I missed you too but now every player and staff member are staring at us which is kind of awkward.”, you admitted, nodding towards the door where the first pairs of eyes tried to figure out who the newest addition to the team was.

“They’re just curious about you. Let me introduce you.”, Renée suggested, leading you out of the conference room.

You followed patiently.

“Renée, who’s that girl you almost couldn’t let go of?”, Beth asked, blinking innocently at you.

“That’s y/n. She’s the new assistant coach and we used to play together for Linköpings.”, Renée explained. You didn’t miss the slight hint of pride in her voice.

Your eyes found another Swede between the players.

“Actually, I played with Stina too.”, you added.

The striker smiled at you: “Good to see you again.”

“You too. And I can’t wait to get to know each of you.”, you said towards the crowd.

Renée turned to you: “You will love them.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it.”

“Come on, I’ll show you around.”

Suddenly, your hand was in Renées as she dragged with her towards the football pitches. You could still feel the eyes of your new players on you as you followed Renée.

The eyes of Stina's teammates were expectantly drawn to her once the two of you had left the room.

An edgy laugh escaped the blonde’s lips: “What? Why are you all looking at me now?”

“Tell us!”, Beth commanded grinning.

The Swedish striker began to play nervously with her blonde hair: “Well what do you want to know?”

“About our new staff member and Renée of course!”, Leah replied thrilled.

Using the same excited tone as her, Beth added: “Obviously.”

“Not if she was a good baller or had a good sense and understanding of the game.”, Stinas eyes flashed in amusement.

“Actually.”, threw Kim in who was unlike the rest of the players indeed interested in that side of you.

The England captain clicked her tongue disapprovingly: “No, Kim.”

“We want the tea, Stina.”, Alessia told her.

She paused dramatically, during which everyone held their breath tensely, before admitting:” Yeah, they used to date.”

“When they were players or did, they continue to date once she became the head coach?”, Leah asked the forward curiously.

Stina cleared her throat and answered in a serious voice: “They ended it once Renée retired and took the coaching job in Rosengård.”

After this revelation the room fell silent for a second before Beth concluded with a heavy sigh:” Oh, that’s sad.”

“They seemed okay with it.”, the Swedish striker remarked.

Meanwhile Renée and you were walking along the training pitches, it was a cold day, but the golden afternoon sun warmed your faces. It was where you heard yourself say: “I’m glad that you don’t seem to mind that I took the job, Renée. Considering how things have ended between us in Malmö.”

“We mutually agreed to end this relationship.”, the Arsenal head coach remembered, while the smile disappeared from her face.

“True, it was the best solution at that time.”, you nodded.

Slowly, as the sunlight disappeared, the warmth returned to Renee's dark eyes, confessing:” I’m just happy to see you again.”

“Same. Nothing more.”, you agreed.

“That’s good.”, she observed.

At the end of your tour, you wished her goodbye:” So, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes. See you tomorrow.”, Renée waved at you, her gaze following you until you were gone.

With a heavy heart the Dutch woman reminisced about all the wins and losses you had shared together in Sweden until her career ending injury put an end to it. Like a disco ball, Renée had put the shards that had caused the separation into each other to turn the pain into something bright.

She was content with her work, so love life wasn't a big issue until you came back into her life and made her wonder if maybe she should expect more from life.

The next day, you entered the training ground in a cheerful mood. “Good morning, Stina!”, you greeted your former teammate warmly.

“Morning.”, Stina beamed brightly back at you.

There was no time for small talk as Kelly Smith approached you: “Y/n?”

“Yes?”, you asked surprised. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe that you were working with her. Not only was she a legendary player for England but also for the whole of womens football.

She still smiled politely at you: “I think Renée is looking for you.”

You nodded once: “I’m coming.”

Renée was already on the pitch, one foot on a ball and her arms folded over her chest as she waited for the players to arrive.

You caught her eye from the other side of the field and smiled at her.

For a split second, Renée lost her balance on the ball, stumbling forward but catching herself quickly.

It all went by so fast, you had no time to worry about her.

“You’re good?”, you called out to her, teasing.

You had the feeling that somewhere behind you, Kelly was holding back laughter.

Renées cheeks had turned a slightly darker colour: “Yeah, of course.”

“Kelly said you wanted to see me?”, you said as you finally crossed the pitch.

“I do.”

You leaned forward, whispering: “I saw the dinner invitation in the locker room.”

The corners of Renées mouth quirked up: “Good. Are you free tonight?”

“Yes, I am. Will Kelly and the boys join us too?”

“No, it’s just us.”

Somehow your brain stopped working in that exact moment. You weren’t prepared for you and her. You had been thinking of nice little staff dinner where you had the opportunity to get to know everyone better. Being alone with Renée made your heart race a little.

Hesitantly, you accepted the invitation: “Alright… I guess I’ll go back to work.”

“Okay.”, Renée nodded.

Luckily, the players entered the pitch at that moment.

Beth who had caught the end of your conversation, stared at Renée with hopeful eyes: “Is that a date?”

“No.”, the head coach replied matter-of-factly.

Victoria elbowed Beth in the side: “Stop seeing things, Beffy.”

“I don’t”, the winger protested.

Kim rolled her eyes: “Yes, you do. You’re delusional.”

“You will see.”, Beth said full of confidence before Renée sent them to warm up.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself in a tiny but charming restaurant that night.

“The dinner is so delicious, Renée.”, you said, taking a sip of your wine.

She smiled at you almost shyly: “Glad you like it.”

“Next time we should bring the whole team and staff here.”

Her face turned a bit more serious: “Yes, we should. But first I wanted to talk to you alone.”

“About something specific?”

“No, just to catch up.”, Renée explained whose cheeks were slightly reddish in colour, you weren’t sure whether it was the wine or her nervousness. 

Instead of looking into her curious dark chocolate brown eyes, you stared at the wine glass in front of you as you confessing: ”I left Sweden because I needed a change.”

“A change?”, she repeated your words in a sincerely interested tone.

For a moment, you paused while the waitress lit the candle in the centre of the table, the flickering light made the conversation even more intimate: “To heal from heartbreak. What about you? What did I miss?”

“Not much. I tried to focus on football after leaving Rosengård.“, the football coach admitted casually. Whilst Renée undid her low hair bun so that her dark brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders.

With an amused smile on your lips, you remarked in disbelief:” That doesn’t sound like the fun Renée I knew from Linköping.”

Memories of her with a big cigar in her mouth and a ridiculous hat after winning the Swedish league came to your mind.

“Hey, I’m still fun.”, protested the Dutch woman, pointing her fork at you.

You cleared your throat and replied more seriously:” Yes, the players seem to think that too.”

“I take that as a compliment.”, she responded happily.

“You should, they’re really great to work with so far.”, you acknowledged.

Her radiant grin was infectious:” I think they like you too.”

“Only Beth is a bit annoying with..”, you began, thinking about the huge interest the English striker had in your private lives.

Renée waved your worries off:” Yes, I know. But that’s just how she’s, she only has good intentions.”

“I guess that’s true. I mean would be crazy if you still would have -.. , right?”, you started to ramble.  

She lifted an eyebrow at you: “Would have what?”

“Feelings after a mutual breakup.”, you finished your previous sentence flustered.

The brunette spoke your name gently.

“Yes?”, you glanced at her expectantly.

Fiercely and passionately, Renée continued: “Of course I do. I didn’t break up with you because I didn’t have feelings for you anymore, I broke up with you because I suddenly was your coach, and it was wrong to date a player.”

Afterwards, there was a dramatic silence at the table. “Well, I’m not a player anymore.”, you said matter-of-factly.

“I’m aware of that.”, she answered with a wistful smile.

Slightly sheepishly, you asked her:” Was that why you wanted a dinner with me alone first?”

“To see if we could get back together? No. I wanted to know how you’re, what you’ve been up to?”, the football coach tried to be professional again.

“Now you know.”

“I do.”, Renée confirmed, playing with the idea to order some dessert for both of you as it was a speciality of this restaurant.

Much to her disappointment though, you stood up:” Thank you for the dinner, it was a nice catching up.”

“Yes, I agree.”, the brunette waved at the waitress, signalling that she was ready to pay for the two of you.

The first game of the year and also the first game in your new job was against Crystal Palace a few days later. To your delight, the girls played great, winning the game 5:0 and building their confidence in this first game.

“Great win, girls.”, you clapped your hands as the referee blew the final whistle.

Renée appeared on your side.

“That’s exactly what we wanted to see.”, she agreed.

“Oh yes, well done everyone.”, you smiled and handed out water bottles to the players. They high-fived you, done but happy while Renée said a few words to the players.

Happily you watched as the players rightfully celebrated their win until an elbow to your side made you look up.

Renée was grinning at you: “Good job from you too.”

“From me? I didn’t do much yet.”, you said, feeling heat rise into your cheeks.

“You did everything I expect from my assistant coach. Arsenal made the right decision, we’re a good team.”, Renée said softly.

You nodded, smiling gently at her: “Yes, we are.”

“Come on, let the girls celebrate.”, Renée said, nodding in the direction of the sidelines so your players could have the pitch to themselves.

You didn’t follow immediately. Instead, you pointed to a few reporters that stood on the side, waiting for their first interviews. “The media already calls for you.”

“On my way.”, Renée winked and disappeared into the direction of the cameras.

Just when you were wondering when exactly she became so comfortable giving interviews, Leah stepped into your field of vision.

“Leah? Shouldn’t you celebrate with your teammates?”, you asked jokingly.

She shrugged with a smile: “I was about to. It’s not everyday that you score a goal as a defender.”

“I know. That’s why you need to enjoy every second of it.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”, you laughed.

Leah pushed you gently towards the rest of the team: “Celebrate with us!”

There was no way you could decline now, so you agreed and followed along: “Alright.”

A few minutes of jumping and hugging several players later, Renée found you on the pitch again.

Her eyes glowed with amusement: “Did they manage to get you to celebrate with them?”

“I couldn’t say no to that.”, you admitted

“Of course not.”, Renée laughed.

“See?”

She winked at you: “Enjoy your first win.”

You toasted to her with a random water bottle that somehow had ended up in your hand: “To many more wins.”

“Yes, please.”, she laughed.

“Y/n! Come with us!”, Beth interrupted your conversation and waved you over.

“Where are we going?”, you asked.

“It’s a surprise.”, Mariona replied instead of Beth, smiling excitedly.

It was already night when you got home and when you saw Renée's number light up on your mobile phone, you held your breath for a moment, although you didn't know exactly why.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you up.”, she apologized quietly as you answered her call.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips: “No, I was still awake, the Arsenal players can stay in pubs forever let me tell you that.

“Oh, I know, they did that to me too once.”, the Dutch woman remembered fondly.

“Kim and I left at the same time.” Teasingly you added:” So did you call me because you have come up with a masterplan against Chelsea or is it something else?”

“It’s something else. There’s something I need to talk about with you”, Renée admitted.

Your heart began to race: “Sure.”

“I kind of miss what we had back when.”, the head coach confessed.

The moment she said that you caught yourself reminiscing about memories of the past “Me too. We had some good parties with the team back then too.”

“Y/n.. I meant us. You and me.”, Renée clarified.

You felt the hope rise in you: “Do you think we could start again?”

“I don’t know, would you even like that? Or would you rather want to keep it professional.”, she began to nervously ramble.

You had heard yourself thinking out loud: “Pretty sure both can work this time.”

“Yes, but I want to know what you want.”

“I want to be with you. Renée, you’re an idiot, why are you standing outside in the cold?!”, you whispered into the phone, your eyes wandering off to the window where you noticed her in flesh and blood under the golden glow of the streetlamp light.

“In case that you say yes. What did you expect me to do? Go back to bed?”, Renée questioned with a warm laugh.  

Soon you got up to go to the front door: “Wait, I’ll let you in.”

“Thanks.”, she replied relived.

“You look like you’re freezing, come inside.”, you observed while you let her inside.

The brunette thanked you once more, kissing you, her icy lips melting on yours as the door closed behind the two of you.

[lvnleah]

Rory’s 5th birthday.

“Roo, slow down!” Beth laughed as you ran in front of her, eager to head into the training ground, “Wait for me and Mamma please.” She said as her and Viv grabbed their bags from the car. 

“But Mummy it’s my birthday and I need everyone to know!” You huffed, stopping in your tracks. “I’m five and I wan’ show them all my new teddies!”

It was your fifth birthday and since the moment you had woken up, you hadn’t stopped. Beth and Viv had stayed up till late last night and had decorated the living room with balloons and banners. All of your teddies even had their own little party hats on, two spare ones sat beside them for you and Twix. 

Viv laughed softly, ruffling your hair as Beth adjusted the strap of her bag. “Don’t worry, Roo. Everyone will love meeting Twix’s new friends.”

You grinned up at her, “They better! Twix new friends are excited!”

As you all made your way into the training centre, the familiar hum of voices and clinking dishes filled the air as you made your way to the canteen. The smell of coffee and bacon made your tummy rumble, but you were too focused on finding Buddy and Monkey to notice.

The moment you spotted them, Buddy sitting at a table colouring with crayons and Monkey scrolling through her phone opposite her, you let out an excited squeal.

“Buddy! Monks!” you yelled, sprinting across the room.

Leah, who was seated beside Buddy, looked up with a grin. “Uh-oh, here comes trouble. Happy Birthday, Roo!”

“Roo!” Buddy squealed, dropping the crayon and practically falling off her chair as she scrambled to get to you.

You collided in a giggly hug, your backpack bumping awkwardly between you. “It’s my birthday!” you announced proudly.

Buddy gasped, her eyes wide. “B’fday? ‘Ou five now?”

You nodded, already unzipping your bag. “Yeah, and I brought my teddies to show you. Look!”

Buddy clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing on the spot as you carefully pulled out Twix and his new friends. “This is Twix, and this is Myle 2 and Sprinkles. They’re new!”

Buddy reached out with chubby hands, grabbing for Sprinkles before you had even finished your sentence. “Me ‘ove Sprinkles! He so soft!” she exclaimed, squishing him to her face.

“Twix says you have to be gentle ‘cus they new!” You told Buddy. 

Buddy nodded, still holding Sprinkles by one paw. “Okay, I’ be gentle,” she promised, before suddenly turning to Leah, who was seated next to her. “Mummy! Look, Roo’s bear!”

Leah chuckled, reaching over to ruffle Buddy’s hair. “I see, Bubba. Sprinkles looks very important.”

“Very ‘portant,” Buddy agreed, holding the bear out to Leah for inspection.

Monkey, sitting on the other side of the table, leaned over to watch the scene unfold. “This is serious birthday business,” she teased. “Twix recruiting a squad?”

You nodded firmly, “Twix is the boss. He said they can come watch the match today!”

Buddy gasped again, looking up at Leah. “Dey’ watch football?! Mummy, dey’ watch football!”

Leah grinned, pulling Buddy onto her lap. “Yep, looks like it. And I bet they’ll cheer really loud too, huh, Roo?”

“They’re the loudest,” you said proudly. “but not as loud as me and Buddy!”

Beth and Viv finally caught up, both smiling as they saw Buddy and you deep in conversation about the teddies. “She’s been planning this all morning,” Beth said, setting her bag down.

“You’re very excited about your birthday, huh Roo?” Leah asked you, “Did you get nice presents?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “I got lots of presents! And Mummy and Mamma put party hats on all my teddies. Twix says he’s the boss of the party.”

Before Leah could respond, the canteen doors opened and Steph came in, a grin already on her face. “Alright, where’s the birthday girl?” she called, looking around dramatically.

You practically leapt out of your seat, waving your arms. “I’m here! I’m here!”

“Well, there she is!” Steph said, walking over and crouching down to your level. “Happy birthday, Roo! Five years old, huh? Does that mean you’re a big girl now?”

You nodded, “I’m really big now. And I got new teddies!”

Steph pretended to gasp, glancing at the line of stuffed animals on the table. “Which one’s the boss?”

“Twix!” you said immediately, holding him up. “He’s the oldest, so he’s the boss.”

Steph nodded. “Looks like he’s doing a great job keeping everyone in line. You bringing them to the match later?”

“Yeah, they’re gonna cheer really loud!” you said, your excitement bubbling over.

After a bit more chatting, the rest of the team came in for breakfast, each wishing you a happy birthday. You ended up sitting on Beth’s lap, feeling cosy as she helped you cut your pancakes into bite-sized pieces.

Just as you were finishing the last bite, Katie stood up and got everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone, we have one last thing to do before we head out for the match,” she said, glancing over at you. 

A moment later, one of the kitchen staff walked in, carrying a cake covered in pink frosting and topped with five candles. Your eyes widened as the entire team broke into a loud, cheerful rendition of “Happy Birthday.”

You tucked your face into Beth’s shoulder, suddenly overwhelmed by all the attention. “Mummy,” you whispered, your voice muffled, “it’s so loud.”

Beth rubbed your back gently, smiling. “It’s okay, Roo. Everyone’s just really happy for you.”

As the song ended, the room filled with cheers and clapping. Viv leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Ready to blow out the candles?”

You peeked out from Beth’s shoulder and nodded shyly. Beth helped you stand on her lap so you could reach the cake, your hands gripping her arms tightly for balance.

“Alright, big breath, Roo,” Beth encouraged, her smile wide as everyone leaned in to watch. You took a deep breath and blew, your cheeks puffing out with the effort, but only two of the five candles flickered out.

The team burst out laughing as you frowned in frustration. “They won’t go!” you huffed, trying again with another puff of air, but the stubborn candles stayed lit.

“I’ help ‘ou!” Buddy announced, trying to slide off Leah’s lap. 

“Buddy!” Leah laughed, quickly scooping her up. “Let’s let Roo have another go.”

“Okay, Roo,” Viv said, her hands resting lightly on your waist. “Biggest breath you can manage. Ready?”

You nodded, your cheeks turning pink as you gave it your all, but only one more candle went out. You frowned again before giving it another go, this time all of them blowing out. 

“You did it, Roo!” Beth said, kissing your cheek as you grinned shyly.

“Twix helped,” you whispered, holding your teddy close.

“Well, Twix is very clever,” Viv said with a chuckle, brushing a stray hair away from your face. 

“Good job, Roo!” Leah called, and Buddy clapped her hands, shouting, “Go, Roo!”

“Did you make a wish?” Beth asked as she hugged you tight.

You nodded, hugging Twix. “Mhm, Twix made it with me!” you said softly, and Beth smiled, kissing your cheek.

[pacofprunes]

my mom always told me,

warnings. — noncon, namgyus pov, incel namgyu, namgyu calls women females, baby trapping, mentions of gangbang and 3some, reader is called a slut and a whore, choking, victim blaming

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my mom always told me not to stare. but it’s hard not to when you got a bitch so hot sitting across from you. it’s even harder when your pupils almost cover your entire eye color from how big they were from the drugs. as a kid i listened, but now? psh, i’m starting to forget about that silly lesson. still staring right at you from across the bar.

my mom always told me not to point. but my mom didn’t understand. how am i supposed to show someone something without pointing? how could i show my friend the girl that i wanted by just speaking? nah. and maybe just maybe, i’ll point my finger lower, and lower, and then my friend will point as well, his finger also going lower and lower, tracing your pretty little ass. god i wish i could actually feel it.

my mom always told me to walk a lady home at night or to stay with her until someone else could arrive to pick her up. keep her safe from the people that may try to hurt her, weather i knew her or not. she said it was the right thing to do, and that’s what i’m doing! i was the one keeping you, my pretty slut, safe. i just have my own way of doing things. if it wasn’t me it’d be someone else, don’t kid yourself. thanos would jump at the chance to get between your legs. he’s probably going to do the same thing as me. i might let him or he might just help himself too.

my mom always told me to be kind to others. well, clearly your mom didn’t teach you that. over here pounding on my chest and kicking at me. that shit wasn’t very fucking kind. i’m just helping a women out. sex is normal, it’s healthy, it’s important. so when you think about it, i’m just trying to help you. i’m being kind. just like my mom told me to. couldn’t you show some gratitude? my mom always told me to say please and thank you, did yours? she clearly didn’t teach you to be kind, i don’t expect a thank you, but i sure as hell deserve one.

my mom always told me that women like a strong man. so why when my hands are squeezing your tiny throat and i flex my arms to show every muscle, you still don’t find me attractive? why when i move you so effortlessly, easily holding you down with one hand while you try to struggle, why don’t you find me attractive? shit, i could probably hold you down with one finger, i’m clearly strong, so could you quit your fucking whining bitch? i have the best dick you’ll ever get in your life.

my mom always told me that you females like when a man takes control of a situation. likes when a man takes care of all the problems, the bills, everything. so why when i take control of your pleasure, your pain, the breaths you take with my hand wrapped around your throat, why are you acting like you don’t like it? are you trying to be different from the average female? you’re all the same. you ask for a man to take care of you, to take control, but when he does it, when i do it, you act like a whiny fucking bitch and complain like you don’t want it. don’t bullshit me. i can see right through you.

my mom always told me that she wanted me to have grandkids, that she wanted me to start my own family. and she always told me that most women want a family too. so why when you feel my dick tense in you and start to twitch and feel my cum leaking down your legs, all the way to your toes, why are you screaming at me? why are you crying? quit fucking yelling at me bitch! i know you wanted a kid, i know you wanted a family, i just fucking gave it to you, so how about you quit being ungrateful and just fucking suck my cum back in you. don’t waste a single drop.

my mom always told me not to hit a women. she said, “namgyu, you should never hit a lady, okay? it’s wrong. you should protect the lady you love, not hurt her.” but mom, this wasn’t a lady. she, you, are a slut. a filthy fucking whore. you were begging for it so quit shaking your head no. the outfit you were wearing, the alcohol you were taking to make yourself more compliable for me so that you couldn’t back out or get away, you wanted me to do this. you wanted me to fuck you, wanted me to fuck a baby in you. there’s no need to act so indifferent now. mom. she’s not a lady, she’s a slut, okay? so don’t be mad at me. you said women like when you give them what they want so i gave her what she wanted and i gave you what you wanted mom! you wanted a grandchild? well i just got you one.

my mom always told me a lot of things. the only one i didn’t listen to was “namgyu, don’t get involved with those drugs that you see the other kids around you take. i don’t want you to go down that path.” but what did she know? she clearly knew nothing. you reacted like nothing how she told me. but then again, she told me women, like this that blah blah blah. she told me ladys like this that and the third. you weren’t a lady. you weren’t a women. you aren’t any of those things. you’re a slut, a whore, a cum dump. my slut.

my mom always told me to share. she said sharing is caring. so how about you open your legs for me instead of me having to pry them open, and share that dirty little cunt with me and then i’ll call thanos and i’ll share with him! maybe he’ll fuck a baby in you too. maybe he’ll call up a friend as well, did thanos mom teach him manors as well? did she tell him sharing is caring? your mom clearly did you wrong. how could you spread your legs open for a man you didn’t even know? come on, have some more dignity…i’ll teach you something.

i, namgyu, says that sharing is caring, okay? there’s a lesson for you. one your mom should’ve taught you. so how about you share your body with me, not that you already haven’t, but i took that from you. you didn’t share. i had to take it myself. so listen to me slut, spread your legs, lay still, and share with me, kay? be a good slut and i’ll ask thanos to share some pills with you when he gets down here. and you better not say no. don’t you know that if you’re offered something you should say yes and then thank you? so, do you want my dick in you? careful, there’s only one right answer. yes? now say thank you namgyu and shut your fucking whiny mouth.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Paradigm Shift 6

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you get transferred to a new position but it’s hardly a breath of fresh air. (plus!reader)

Characters: Loki, Bucky Barnes, this reader is known as Billie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

You sit against the wall as the important people line the edges of the desk. Swiveling, toying with ballpoint pens, tapping on flat tablet screens. You're the only assistant there and it's made more obvious as you're the only one not invited to sit with the VIPs.

The executives go down their agendas. Boasting mostly about their numbers, others using flowery language to hide their less than stellar results, and some posturing rather than sharing anything of value.

Odinson looks less than interested. His eyes stray now and again to the walls. The glass is covered by the drawn blinds which he seems to forget as his mind arounds. He must have found a new distraction. You got out just in time.

He cracks his neck, "very well. Submit your numbers as usual. I'll be in touch with those I need to be."

He stands and struts to the door as the rest of the table look at each other. They're put off by the suddenness of his dimissal. Ellie was still presenting her budget.

"Billie, a word."

It's your turn to be surprised. As the other suits pack up or lounge and swipe at their phone, only two gazes react to the command. Barnes and Laufeyson turn to watch you stand. This is treacherous.

Barnes tilts his head and Laufeyson squints. Like a wolf and a snake, measuring their prey. Well, you will not be devoured so easily.

You cross the office and follow Odinson out. He doesn't look ahead, rather cranes to focus on something, or someone you can't pick out. He stops short and you hit his back.

"Ah, uh, oh," he spins to face you and plants his hand on the wall, his other pushing back his stands of blond hair. "Am I in your way, darling?"

"Hm? No, you told me--"

"Ah, yes, yes," he chuckles raucously, "be assured, I had good reason," he leans in and looms over you, "my brother, tell me your thoughts."

"Erm, well, it's not been very long," you reply.

"You are a clever girl, Bill, tell me."

"He is good with numbers and I think he's well-placed. He and Barnes could be productive but I think Logistics needs--"

He raises his head and searches the bull pen. He huffs and stands straight, turning on his heel.

"You will keep notes for me on this matter," he demands. "Be off, before he is about one of his moods."

He strides away without your reply. You wouldn't have anything nice to say anyway. That was abrupt and odd. As for his last remark, you're not sure which of your bosses he refers too.

You march back toward the conference room with your laptop under your crossed arms. As you approach, Laufeyson steps into your path, no doubt having observed your conversation. Before you can tell him to move, he winces and steps away from the door as Barnes rescinds his thick finger from his jab in his cohort's ribs.

"For someone so skinny, you make a hell of a wall," Barnes snips.

"I am lean, not--" Laufeyson sighs and shakes his head, turning back to you. "What did my brother want?"

"Yes, what did the big bad want?" Barnes stands shoulder to shoulder with Laufeyson, well almost, he is a bit shorter.

"He asked if I needed anything. Like a desk mat or tranquilizer." You retort.

Barnes snickers and Laufeyson glowers deeper.

"Very witty indeed."

"I'd love to do my full set for you two but I believe you have other meetings in your calendar," you advise.

"You sound like my drill sergeant," Barnes scoffs.

You arch a brow and stare back. You wait. You will. You're not there to do their work for them.

"Have you a mind for coffee, James?" Laufeyson asks.

Barnes growls, "I'll drown you in it if you call me that again but yes, I could use a boost."

They keep their eyes on you. There power plays are boring. Do they really get off on grounding down an assistant sentenced to purgatory? Actually, that make you feel a bit better. That's how little they have going on.

"I'll go--"

"We'll come," Barnes insists. "Could stretch my legs? How about you, Loki? Built like a spider, sitting in those chairs--"

"You shouldn't be so concerned with my physique and perhaps start cutting those mid afternoon muffins, eh?" Laufeyson retorts.

Even when they get along, they dont.

"It would be quicker if I went myself," you say. "You have Rogers--"

"He's a friend. He'll understand," Barnes interjects. "Garcons?"

Laufeyson nods, "perfect."

You blink but don't let your agitation through. You simply nod.

"Alright, I'll need to put my computer away--"

"Eh, you," Laufeyson catches a passing intern by the back of his collar. "Take this to logistics."

He takes your laptop before you can react and hands it to the spindly yellow-haired undergrad. You give an apologetic look as he utters out a 'yes, sir' and hurries away.

"You didn't need to do that," you argue.

"I hope my brother didn't give you the impression that I take orders from you, darling. It is rather the other way around." Laufeyson sniffs.

"He only takes orders in the bedroom," Barnes chuckles.

"That's hardly appropriate," Laufeyson huffs.

"Loosen up. Skip the coffee and take a shot," Barnes raps his knuckles on Laufeyson's sleeve.

They turn and grumble at each other. You don't move until they reach the elevator. You're not stupid. They have to show their dominance. Too bad you don't care who's in charge, you just want to get the job done.

[wihellib]

Leviathan in Chapter 7

I am extremely disappointed that Levi tried to kill us again in Chapter 7. I really thought that we were past that stage. Especially after the contract scene in Chapter 6, he did soften towards us considerably.

To me, this action came out of nowhere and seems like a disservice to his character.

Like why? Why did he decide it was necessary to kill us at this moment? His reasons don’t make sense.

Where did these feelings suddenly come from? We were doing fine. What happened?

The only reason I can think of is that, before this, when we think we’re dying, the nobles were very distraught. And maybe this makes Levi think they’re too close to us. Or, on the other hand, he thinks we’re a threat because of our increasing powers as shown with us randomly knowing medical info. Either way we could be used against Hell, so it’s better to take us out of the equation before that happens. But, even if that’s true, they’re still very silly reasons and not at all justified.

It’s also a dumb move, as MC points out.

If MC dies, the devils are doomed. They won’t be able to descend further down the tower. The devils that haven’t broken their contracts will still have their powers restricted. Levi (and Satan) will have their powers restricted again since they made a new contract with the MC. And Levi likes having all his powers, he just told the MC they should have come to Hell sooner for this reason, so you think he’d try to avoid killing the MC because it would restrict his powers again.

The negatives of killing MC far outweigh the positives. And Levi is supposed to be smart, so you think he’d recognize this, but no, killing us for no reason was more important.

It wasn’t even like a quick neck snap, to show kindness, out of respect for his softened feelings towards us. He decided to slowly and painfully strangle us to death. How am I supposed to like this character?

And the MC’s reaction makes it even worse. Why are they blubbering about Levi’s sad childhood as he’s killing them? Why are they perfectly fine with him afterwards despite his attempt on their life? They weren’t okay with Barbatos after he poisoned them, it’s brought up multiple times in the main story, but they’re okay with Levi almost strangling them to death. Why??? Hypocrisy. I hate it.

Levi’s decision not to kill them doesn’t make sense either. We’re told over and over that in order to deal with Levi you have to push back against him. You can’t let him walk all over you.

So, the MC giving up completely and just sobbing as he kills them shouldn’t move Levi at all. So, why did he decide to spare them? It doesn’t fit with his character.

If they wanted a dramatic scene where the MC reveals that they know about Levi’s tragic past, that’s fine, but this was the worst way they could have done it.

All in all, it was a completely unnecessary scene that added nothing to the story other than to increase my dislike of Leviathan.

[residentrookie]

NFU 

a messy exes/right person, wrong time jegulus microfic inspired by the song NFU by del water gap for my bb @static-radio-ao3 as my thank u for the introduction :))

“Hello?” 

“Regulus,” a hoarse voice rasps on the other end of the phone, drawing out the syllables of his name. Rough and low and… drunk. Extremely fucking drunk, by the sound of it.

Regulus stiffens. “James. Are you-- you’re drunk calling me. Again.” 

“Very astute. You’re always so astute, Reg.” 

He checks the clock on his nightstand with bleary eyes. 3:30 AM. God. Not this again.

“I thought we talked about this,” he sighs, sitting up and rubbing a hand over his eyes. 

“We don’t talk much these days,” James points out rationally. “I think I would have remembered.” 

Regulus rolls his eyes. Not fucking likely. 

“Since you were in a similar state the last time we had this conversation, I’m not surprised you don’t remember. Just so we’re clear that doesn’t make it okay, James. This is— you have to stop doing this.” 

By ‘this’ Regulus means getting wasted and calling him when James is too far gone to talk himself out of the idea. And, if Regulus were smart, he would stop picking up when James’ name flashes across his screen. 

“Like I said. Astute.” 

Drunk James is his worst nightmare, truly. Drunk James is a walking, talking reminder of everything he doesn’t have anymore, everything he will never have again. When he calls, lacking crucial social skills like self-control and any modicum of a filter, Regulus is forced to be the rational one, reminding them both that this boundary exists for a reason. A very good reason.

“Okay. Well I’m glad— it’s good that we talked about this. But this is— this has to be the last time. I’m hanging up now, okay?” 

James continues as if he never spoke. “How’s your um— your boyfriend doing?”

Immediately no. 

“I’m not talking about this with you—” Regulus attempts to shut him down, but James is nothing if not obstinate. 

“You’re still dating the guy with the dumb fucking name, right?” 

James knows full well that he is. Sirius would have informed him otherwise. He just wants to hear Regulus say it because he’s fucking sick and twisted. Naturally, Regulus can’t give him the satisfaction, so he avoids the question. 

“You can’t think Regulus is a perfectly normal name and then turn around and shit on a guy for being named Kingsley.” 

James scoffs on the other end of the phone. “I can shit on him as much as I want. Fucking hate that fucker.” 

“You’ve never met him. You can’t hate someone you’ve never even met.” 

“Sirius hates him.” 

“Sirius doesn’t hate him—” Sirius just wishes he was you. 

“Mhm. Told me so. Said he’s a little bitch who can’t hold his liquor.”

Now it’s Regulus’ turn to scoff. “This coming from you right now? You sound so fucked up, I doubt you can even see straight. Not that you could before, but—” 

“I’m not fucked up,” James insists, then says calmly, “I just missed the way that you talk.” 

This. This was why they had to stop. In his worst moments, Regulus loathes the fact that Sober James all but ignores him most of the time, only bothering to text him on important holidays or birthdays. That is, until he’s reminded that Drunk James wants to ruin him— completely and thoroughly— by the casual cruelty of speaking his mind and expecting Regulus to go on peacefully with his life as if he didn’t just upend it entirely. 

“James…” he starts shakily. 

“Shit, that sounded stupid. This was,” James hiccups, “not my best idea, I fear. Rash. Extremely rash feeling.” 

“What, drunk calling your ex? Yeah, I would say it’s one of your worst.” 

James is quiet for a moment. “You kill me, you know? I-I hate talking to you.” 

Rage wells up in Regulus’ throat so fast he nearly chokes on it. “You called me—”

“God, you sound good. You always sound sexy when you’re angry, did you know that?  Rougher… hotter. All red in the face and your neck…I can almost see it, if I squint.”  James pauses, presumably squinting like a drunken idiot. “Maybe that’s why I called you— to make you angry. To hear you be angry at me again. Stupid fucking thing to miss, isn’t it?”

Yet again, Regulus is at a loss. 

“You— I’m— God, you’re a real fucking bastard, you know that? Do you have any idea how excruciating it is to talk to you when you’re like this?” 

But James ignores him, saying ruefully, “Sirius told me, he always tells me, he says, ‘Don’t do it, James. You always regret it, you always yell at me the next day for letting you call him,’ but he can’t stop me,” a childish giggle bursts from him. “I’m too fast. Much, much faster than him, just for the record. He’s never once beat me in a foot race, and if he says he has he’s a big, fat fucking liar—”

“James, I sincerely don’t give a fuck about that— be honest, did you run away from him at the bar?” 

Drunk James will do that. He’s a runner. Well, not when Regulus was around to keep him on a tight leash, but it seems that without him, James is turning back to some of his worst habits. 

The line goes quiet. Then, “A little bit.” 

“It’s a yes or no question, James.” 

“Mm.” He seems to think on it. “Yes, then.” 

Regulus tosses his hand in the air, forgetting James can’t see him. “Go back and find him!” 

“Don’t want to,” James sniffs. “Tryin to make my mistakes in peace.” 

“You— I’m hanging up and calling Sirius.” 

“No, no don’t!” James yells into the receiver, making Regulus wince and pull his phone away from his ear. James’ voice is much quieter when he speaks again. 

“Don’t, I have to say— I wanted to tell you. I have to tell you that I’m sorry, Regulus. I’m so fucking sorry.” 

A pit of dread forms in his stomach. James sounds wretched. He sounds like how Regulus feels when he thinks too long about how far they’ve drifted apart, how little they speak to each other anymore. For one infinitesimal second, Regulus gets the satisfaction of knowing that he’s not alone in this specific shade of misery— dark blue and bottomless. And then he reminds himself that he’s sober and his ex-boyfriend is drunk and they shouldn’t even be fucking talking right now if they knows what’s good for them. 

“James, look, you’re drunk, you’re emotional—”

“‘S not what I’m apologizing for.” 

“What, then?” 

“Everything. All of it. I never—I wanted…” 

Don’t say it, Regulus begs silently. Please don’t say what I—

“I still love you,” James breathes out. “I love you so much I can’t breathe around it.” 

Regulus lets his eyes sink closed, firmly shuttering the tears forming in his eyes. He can’t let himself say it back. He can’t. If he does…

“James…” Regulus lets himself savor the sound of his name on his tongue. Then says softly, “It’s okay.” 

They both know it’s not. 

______________________________

James looks down at the number on his phone. Blinks, just to make sure he isn’t imagining… but, no, he isn’t making it up. He picks up his phone, his apprehension growing. 

“Regulus?” he asks, unsure. 

A snort sounds on the other line. “Hm, fffancy seeing you here.” 

James blinks again. “...We’re talking over the phone.”

He doesn’t have to see Regulus to know that he’s just waved James’ words away with a flippant hand. “Metaphorically, then.” 

It’s been weeks since the last time they spoke. James remembers very little of that ill-conceived conversation, except of course for the part where he said the one thing he promised himself he would never say again because his brain hates him. It’s played on a loop in his head everyday since, his ragged, sincere words and Regulus’ noncommittal response to them. 

It’s okay, he had said. 

It was anything but okay. They both knew that. 

He had been doing so well, had been training himself to think of other things besides his ex boyfriend and his ex boyfriend’s new boyfriend and what the two of them were getting up to together, all the fun things they were probably doing while James was just focused on getting through his day. On getting to the next one. The next. The next the next the next the next the next—

“You don’t have ‘nything to say? Hm?” Regulus’ words slur. Unusual for him. Regulus was always so in control of himself. 

James frowns. “Are you okay? You sound—”

“Drunk? Well, that’s because I am. Royally, massively fucking toasted. Thought I’d return the favor and call you for once. ‘S your lucky day.” 

“Oh. I guess— I deserve that.” 

“I’ll say. Taste of your own medicine. Drink up, Potter.” 

James huffs a humorless laugh. “You must be drunk if you’re calling me ‘Potter’. You never call me that.” 

“Never say never, Potter,” he spits out meanly.  “It’s never a good idea to say never, remember? Remember how not good of an idea it is to use the word never? My therapist, she says I need to stop talking in absolutes. Never and always. Never say never, I learned that from her. Shame you didn’t, too.” 

James sinks into a kitchen chair, burying his face in his free hand, rubbing out the headache growing in his left temple. “You were right,”  he admits. “This is excruciating.” 

This conversation is making him feel awful for every single time he’s dialed Regulus drunk, the barrier between his thoughts and his words nowhere to be found. Regulus was right. He deserved a taste of his own medicine. He deserved this for every single second Regulus had to keep his cool on the other line while James was busy fucking them up a little more than they already had been. 

“Like remember when you said we’d never break up? Or when you said you’d always love me? Hilarious. Really, really funny stuff.” 

Regulus’ voice is liquid rage, red hot and acidic. James swears it’s burning him through the phone. 

He sighs. “Regulus. Can we not?” 

“No, no, we should talk about it. It’s been long enough. We can be rational adults and have a damn conversation. Here, you know what, I’ll even go first. I wanted you to come with me, you know. I should have asked you. To come with me.” 

James feels his heart stutter in his chest at those words. “You did ask me to come with you,” he murmurs. 

Regulus was waiting for that, like a snake rearing to strike. “Wait. Yessss, that’s right. I asked you to come with me and you said no! Now I remember. You said fucking no.” 

James clenches his jaw, his own anger slowly rising up the column of his throat. “I didn’t say no. I asked for some time to decide if I wanted to upend my life and move across the country, which is a pretty sane response to a question of that fucking magnitude. You’re the one who decided my hesitation meant I didn’t love you.” 

“Well, it sure didn’t feel like you loved me when you let me leave.” 

“Let you—?!” James cuts off, knowing he’ll blow a gasket if he doesn’t calm himself.  “Regulus,” he starts, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but no one lets you do anything! You do whatever you please and damn the consequences! I just never— I didn’t want to be one of those consequences.” 

Regulus, to no one’s shock, does not attempt to calm himself. In fact, James fears he’s only stoked the flames. 

“You are hands down the most infuriating human being on the face of the goddamn planet! Of course you’re blaming me! Of course, like you were just an innocent bystander while I went about ruining our relationship! Like you had nothing to do with it! You had no part in it, no, not perfect James Potter, never him! I cannot believe— I just— it’s all so— fuck!” 

His voice breaks on the word and then the rest of him breaks too. His tears sound painful, like they’re fighting they’re way out of Regulus’ body with each sob. He cries loudly and messily and James can’t pretend like the sound doesn’t break his heart all over again. 

“Regulus?” He makes his voice gentle. Soothing. “Hey, don’t cry. Listen, you’re drunk. Why don’t we try talking when you’ve sobered up?” 

“No, James,” he sobs, gasping for breath. “You don’t understand. I fucked up. I fucked up.” 

James sits up straighter, alarmed. 

“Are you okay? Are you safe? What’s going on—” 

Regulus sniffles. “No, I’m— I’m at my place. I’m fine. It’s just… it’s Kingsley.” 

James’ mind goes still in a way that should scare him but doesn’t. “Did he hurt you?” He doesn’t  bother keeping the cool rage out of his voice. 

“No!” Regulus nearly shouts. “No.. the opposite, actually. I hurt him. Badly.” 

James closes his eyes and takes a deep, slow breath. “Look… I’m sorry you’re upset but I really don’t want to listen to your lover’s spat—”

“I said your name last night,” Regulus whispers. 

“You—what?” 

Regulus doesn’t hold himself back. “He fucked me and I said your name. When I came. Yelled it, actually. No way to hide it. James and Kingsley don’t sound remotely similar.” 

And that— well. James has lost the ability for rational thought. “Oh,” he manages.

“Yeah, oh,” Regulus mimics him harshly. “He stormed out and we haven’t talked since. And I think— I think he’s going to break up with me now. He should break up with me. It’s— what I did is unforgivable.” 

No matter how hard he tries, James can’t think of a single thing to say to this information. Naturally, Regulus won’t let that stand. 

“James? Are you gonna say something?” 

“What do you want me to say?” he asks weakly. 

“Say you’re sorry!” Regulus shouts. “Say you’re sorry for drunk calling me all the fucking time, for reminding me that you exist, for reminding me I still fucking love—” 

He cuts off, but not quite quickly enough. James still heard everything he didn’t say. 

“I am sorry,” he says, voice rough. “I’m really, really sorry, Reg.”

He hears the hitch in Regulus’ breath. If he closes his eyes he can see Regulus before him, see the pain take up residence on his beautiful face, the way he scrunches his nose when he cries, his eyes going stark red, his cheeks staining themselves pink. 

He can see Regulus so clearly in his mind. But he didn’t see what was coming next. 

“I-I just want to be with you again,” Regulus cries softly. “I want to be with you, baby. I’ll move back, I’ll quit my program, I’ll move in with you like you wanted, I’ll do anything— but I can’t live like this anymore, James, I can’t, I can’t—”

James’ own tears slide down his cheeks silently, falling off the cliff-edge of his chin. 

“Regulus,” he says as firmly as he can manage. “Stop it. Please. You didn’t move away on a whim, okay? You’re in an amazing program. You love Chicago, you love the city and the river walk and the Art Institute and that bookshop across from Grant Park—” 

“You can’t— I didn’t tell you about any of—” 

“I pay attention. I know you love it. And I love where I live. I love my job here.” He forces the next words to leave his mouth, even though they taste like poison. “We’re… in the right places for ourselves. I have to believe that.” 

This doesn’t satisfy Regulus. The most twisted part of him is glad about that. 

“Why don’t you get it, James? I can’t be in the right place if I’m not with you. The right place doesn’t exist if we aren’t in it together.” 

James squeezes his eyes shut tightly. Regulus can’t know how badly this is hurting him. He can’t know that James feels like dying every day they spend apart, that James has applied for over ten jobs in Chicago just to hear nothing back, has looked at apartments in Regulus’ neighborhood enough times he’s saved the site to his favorites bar. Even when Regulus was dating someone else. Even after Regulus had moved on from him. 

He's looked at it from so many angles, tried to reconfigure it so many times in his mind, and nothing made sense for them. One of them would always be giving up something, making sacrifices for the other, letting the resentment build.

Even thought Regulus is saying everything he’s been wanting to hear for an entire year...

He’s drunk. He’s drunk and he doesn’t know what he’s saying. Doesn’t know what he wants. 

“We’re happy, Regulus,” James tells him stiffly. “We’re both happy.” 

Maybe if he keeps repeating it, he’ll finally start to believe it. 

“If this is what happiness feels like,” Regulus snarls, “then I don’t want to be fucking happy.” 

No. And James doesn’t either. 

“You’ll feel differently in the morning. I promise.” 

Regulus laughs without humor. “I’ll still want you in the morning. Being sober doesn’t change that. It just lets me hold on to a shred of my dignity and not call you to tell you about it. But it doesn’t change a damn thing. You have to know that.” 

He’s drunk, James reminds himself. He’s just drunk. 

“Goodnight, Regulus,” he chokes out. 

“I still love you, James.” 

“It’s okay, Reg. It’ll be okay.” 

They both know it won’t be. 

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 12 Shhh... Hello, stranger (Sana, Mina, Feat. Tzuyu)

You woke up by Mina the next morning, and she obeys you that she did not give you the morning blow job, instead, she just stand next to your bed.

'Morning boss, feeling better today? Minari has prepared the breakfast for you and Miss Jihyo already, but I did not prepare for another guest.'

“Oh, that’s alright Mina. She can have mine; I’ll just pick us up something on the way to work. Thank you, Mina.”

Both Jihyo and Nayeon are too exhausted to wake up for the breakfast, but you still plan to have breakfast outside with Mina.

When you are reading the menu, Mina stops you and points and another side of the table, 'Boss, is that the woman who peeked us before?'

You take a look and find that it is Tzuyu, she is eating the breakfast with a old man, it should be her boss as you remember.

You think about what she said last time, you are not sure what's she planning.

I walk over to the pair, and ask if we could join them.

You bring Mina towards their table and ask could you join them.

'Hey, Y/N, long time no see, take a seat, who is this pretty woman, is that your girlfriend, you are a lucky man huh.' Tzuyu's boss greets you while Tzuyu still pretending to be a shy girl.

"No sir, this is my secretary, and who is this young lady? "

I take a seat "So how has she been doing at her job? I could always use more hands in my department, and I feel like she could know some very use people. I wouldn't want to take her away after all."

'Tzuyu is very useful somehow, a good intern. Do you want to borrow her to your team? Technically it's OK, but how about your borrow your secretary in return, I think it will be fun if she works in my team.' The boss said while looking at Mina with a horny smile.

"While I appreciate you lending me Tzuyu in exchange for Mina, I need Mina by my side she does some of the most important work. So I guess we'll have to leave things as they are."

'Such a shame that I cannot work with you, pretty.' The boss looks at Mina one more time before turning back to you.

'Anything else you want from me? If no, I am going to leave now, right Tzuyu?' The boss grabs Tzuyu's hand on the table.

"No, there's nothing else sir." I'll look at Tzuyu's eyes to gauge how she feels about her boss.

Tzuyu still acting shy and she leaves with her boss.

Mina kisses your cheek, 'Thank your boss. I am really afraid when that guy look at at me like that.'

'I think that girl looks so shy, I don't think she will talk about the gossip about us.' Mina said.

"That’s not how she acts when she's alone, Mina. But just know I wouldn't trade you away Mina. You're too precious to me." I sigh. "We should get something to eat, and head to the office Mina."

You two finished breakfast and then back to the office, as the restaurant is near the office, so you parked the car at the office carpark and walk to restaurant.

Mina is talking about what happened yesterday while you are walking back to the office, as you did not leave your room at all. You can feel Mina's hand keeps touching yours intentionally.

I look up to meet Mina's gaze, "I have to thank you again for yesterday. I really appreciate everything you do for me, Mina."

'Don't say thank you to Minari, boss. Minari would do anything for you. Minari told you many times already.'

Mina looks back at you, cupping your cheek, and want to kiss you, but you are much taller than her, if you don't get down a little bit, she won't be able to kiss you.

I cup her cheek and kiss her instead.

You two exchange saliva passionately until both of you can't breathe, Mina blushes after the kisses, 'Boss, I... I love you, Minari wants to stay by your side forever.'

Mina tries to use her little finger to hook your hands, but she is too shy to completely hold your hands.

I do it for her. "I love you too Minari."

You hold Mina's hand firmly while walking to the office, you see Mina is dropping tears.

'Are you ok, Mina?' You ask while wipe away her tears.

'Boss, Minari is ok. Minari is just so happy now.' Mina smiles at you.

You two meet Sana at downstairs of the office

'OH, that's why Mina didn't allow me to enter your room yesterday?' Sana smirks while walking to you.

'No, Miss Sana, it's... it's not like that, I am just... I am just...' Mina replying to Sana shyly.

"Let me, Mina. Sana, I had a really bad day yesterday that's why Mina didn't let you in."

'OH, boss are you ok today? I think Mina and me can cheer you up if we 3 having some fun in your room.' San caresses your throat to your chest and finally catches your shaft. You swallow your saliva while watching her cleavage.

'You can tear my clothes today if you want.' Sana whispers in your ear, your cock starts to harden due to her massage.

I act professional, "I'm doing better today, Sana. I'll be in office if you need me. Won't I Mina?"

'See you later then, boss.' Sana grabs your bulge again before she leaves.

You then head back to your room and start working, you need to pick up the progress of yesterday. But Sana knocks on the door just after you switch on your computer.

'I'm ready, boss. I will make sure to cheer you up.'

"Sana, I actually need to catch up on yesterday's work. If you help me catch up that would cheer me up, get Mina too. This will be a team effort."

'Come in, Mina. Your boss needs you.' Sana tells Mina to come in and then she starts getting off her clothes and crawling to your desk, start to suck your dick under the table.

'What do you need, boss?' Mina looks innocently as always when she comes in. 'And where is Miss Sana, I heard she calls my name.'

"Sana get out from under there, I said that if you helped me catch up on the missed work you could get something." I turn to face Mina "I need help catching up on the work I missed yesterday could you help me catch up?"

'Boss, Mina will help you do the work while I can take care of your happiness, isn't that great.' Sana sucks you harder, and you moan from the pleasure.

Mina just sit at opposite of you and start working before locking the door.

"Fine" I look over to Mina "I'll make this up to you with special lunch Mina" after that I get to work.

'Just anything you wish, boss. I hope the boss remembers my guaranteed breakfast for these 2 days.' Mina smiles at you and focus back to the work.

Sana's mouth is too good, and you soon stop the work, just simply laying on your chair and enjoying her blowjob. 'Sana, your mouth is so good, I can't focus.' You caress her cheek and praise her hard work.

I start face fucking Sana, realizing I can't let Mina be doing all the work. I hope to be able to orgasm quickly and get back to work.

You grab Sana's hair and start to face fucking her, you fiercely fuck her mouth. Sana is choking from your pace, she keep hitting your thigh, wants you to let go.

'Sana, hold on a bit, I am going to cum.' You fuck Sana's mouth faster hoping to reach your orgasm.

When I cum I hold Sana to the base of my cock until I've finished. When I let go. I immediately get to work.

You pull out from Sana's mouth, and immediately back to work, Sana is breathing heavily as she is recovering. Sana slowly climbed up and rested on your lap, drawing circles on your chest, 'You are so powerful today, boss, I love it.'

Sana then starts caressing your body while she is grinding your semi-hardened cock. You enjoy her movement as she is also giving you some help on the work while she is playing on you.

"That’s what I'm talking about Sana thank you for helping me with actual work." I say as I focus on my work and ignore her actions to the best of my ability.

You three nearly finish the work, while Sana starts teasing you again, she is grinding on your lap, and your cock is hard again from her tease. 'Boss, I am all wet because of you.' Sana whispers in your ear and starts playing with your nipple.

Your moan becomes louder when she keeps teasing your body, Sana giggles and starts to plant hickeys on your neck. 'Come on boss, finish the work then you can fuck me.'

Mina seems unhappy when seeing Sana this close to you, she shows it by using the keyboard loudly and turn around to not look at you.

"You know what Sana, you finish this up. You've had your turn. Mina deserves a break."  I plant Sana down in my seat, and walk over to Mina. I plant a kiss on her head "I'm so sorry for ignoring you Minari, let me make it up to you."

'It's ok, boss. Miss Sana's hard work deserve rewards too, I'm ok.' Mina says.

You hug her and put her on the sofa, slowly removing her clothes while kissing.

'I want to fuck you right now, My dear Mina.'

"Don't you want your special breakfast? I'll give you it and more." I say as I trace her lips with my finger.

'Minari wants the breakfast, Minari wants boss.' Mina breathes heavily due to your tease.

'That's my good girl, Mina, ready for breakfast.' You start to push your shaft to her mouth, ready to give her the breakfast she is waiting for days.

Sana comes and licks your ear, 'Need my help for more fun, boss?'

Mina shouts before she starts to suck you' I don't want to share my breakfast with Miss Sana, you already take one.'

"Get back to work Sana. It's Mina's turn." I them turn back to Mina a little surprised she shouted. "Look at you Mina shouting that you want my cock. Aren't you being bold today?"

'Minari miss the breakfast so much, so I... Sorry Miss Sana.' Mina soon back to her normal state, being shy again and keep sucking your cock.

'Mina ya, didn't I make you feel good too last time, how come you treat me like that?' Sana goes down and play with Mina's clit.

'Sorry, ah, Miss Sana, it's really feels good, but I want to be a little bit selfish today, ah faster.' Mina is excited like last time as she is using by both of you and Sana.

"Don't worry Minari, we'll make sure to make you feel good" i call out as I slowly push my cock to the back of her throat. I moan her name as I slowly thrust in and out if her mouth.

'Ah Mina, your mouth is so warm, yes, here, lick here, ah Mina, that's right.' You keep thrusting into Mina's mouth while guiding her to attack your sensitive spots.

Mina is becoming more hyper as Sana keeps rubbing her clit, she tighten up her throat due to the pleasure, which makes you feel better too.

Suddenly, you feel something warm at your rim, you turn back and see Sana is licking your asshole.

I pull Sana away and force her onto Mina's tits. "It’s Mina's turn Sana, I won't repeat myself again."

'If I make boss feel better, isn't Mina can get more cum for breakfast?' Sana starts playing your nipple while fingering Mina, giving you a body massage with her tits pressing on your back.

You are already near the edge of orgasm, Sana has triggered your critical point, you are ready to cum.

I tell Mina I'm going to cum as I slowly thrust onto her mouth.

'Ah, Mina, I'm cumming, enjoy your breakfast.' You thrust one last time in Mina's mouth, and release all your cum in her throat. Sana stops playing your nipple, she moves on to massage your ball, helping you to cum more for Mina.

'Ah, yes, just like this.' You moan while enjoying the post-orgasm from the milking by both Mina and Sana, holding your dick deep in Mina's throat. The amount of cum in Mina's throat make her start choking, Sana increases the pace of the fingering, which makes Mina instantly cum, she can't breathe, some of your cum even splits from her nose.

"Oh poor Mina," I say while I try to help her clean up.

You grab a tissue and try to clean Mina's face which is covered by cum, while Sana does not stop playing with Mina's pussy. Mina's whole body is still jerking from previous orgasm, but Sana did not slow down her speed, once you finishing cleaning Mina, she cums again, she squirts and cums all over Sana's face.

'Ah, Mina, why are you so dirty.' Sana keep playing Mina's body and seems she is not going to stop.

"Are you enjoying yourself Mina?" I ask while I out her hand on my cock.

Mina is too exhausted to answer you, she just simply nod and her body starts to jerk again, you just smile and guide her to stroke your cock.

'You need to a lot more hard work if you want more breakfast, Mina.' You start to thrust in her hand while caress her face. She is stroking your cock while licking your tip, but the pace is really slow as she is too tired. You are enjoying the slow stroke which you seldom receive, while Mina keep moaning while Sana is edging her.

"Take your time Mina, enjoy yourself. You've worked so hard." I say while i give her forehead a kiss.

Ah, Minari gonna cummmm!' Mina arch her body and squirts on Sana again before she pass out. Mina is already unconscious but her body still shakes unconsciously. Her hand falls down and stop jerking you.

Sana gets up and says,' Seems I bring more fun to your secretary, is it my turn now?' Sana licks Mina's squirt on her face and start jerks you off.

"Fine," I start facefucking Sana again. "You should really learn to follow my instructions, Sana." I hardly let her breath as I continue to chastise her.

You face fucking Sana, and every time you thrust in you reach her deep throat, Sana's saliva is dripping from her mouth as she is hard to breath. She looks at you with a watery eye, make you turned on even more.

Sana signaling she can take more, as she starts to massage your ball and lick your underside You grab her hair and thrust more fiercely, until she give up to resist.

I hold Sana to the base of my cock. "This is what you like Sana? Being used like a fuck toy?" I say to her. Before she can I answer I ram my cock into the back of her throat as I continue to face fuck her.

Sana did not resist again, her hands just holding your thigh, letting you fuck her mouth more easily.

'Oh, my slut, take your reward.' You thrust a few more times before you cum in her mouth. The amount of cum is too much and she can't swallow it all, the cum mixed with her saliva is dripping from her mouth, she holds the dripping cum with her hands and looks at you seductively.

'The most important thing is we all are having fun, right?' She is breathing heavily, want to get all the oxygen she missed when you are face fucking her.

"I guess I should let you rest." I say to her while i start to pull up my pants.

'You sure you are enough of just using our mouth? You haven't put it in today.' Sana is grinding your cock while caressing your neck.

'Come on boss, we can do something naughty, it's so rare that Mina is not here right?' Sana grabs your hands on her tits, 'I know you want me too, boss.'

"Fine" I reply as I try to undo my pants.

'Thank you, boss, let me do it for you.' Sana kisses your cheek and stands up a little, just barely removing your pants. She immediately sits down on your lap again, and starts rubbing your cock with her clit.

'So hot, boss, I can feel it.' Sana slowly increases the pace of rubbing and kissing you with her tongue.

I stand up and bend her over my desk. I’ll rub against her pussy a few times before I ram myself into her asshole.

You tease Sana by rubbing her clit again until she surrenders. 'Please, give me your cock, boss I need it.' 'Here it is, Sana.' You then thrust all in, but in her ass.

'Sir, wrong hole, you enter the wrong hole.' Sana screams when you enter her ass, it is tight but not as Mina's, perhaps she has tried anal before, so she quickly adopts the cock in her ass even you did not stop for her.

Her moan changes from pain to pleasure. 'OH, boss, it feels good, faster please.' Sana moans your name while rubbing her clit.

I make sure to be very rough with Sana, pulling her hair as I impale her with every thrust.

You pull Sana's hair while you are fucking her, forcing her to arc, taking deeper thrusts from you.

' Such a slut, don't you. So desperate for my cum in your pussy huh?' You spank her ass with another free hand. 'Yes, boss, I am a slut that only live for your cum, please cum in my pussy.'

Sana is excited by your humiliation, she fingers herself faster and she reaches her orgasm, squirting all over your lower body. 'Ah, so excited, boss. I love it.'

Her ass becomes tighter and starts to milk you, you stop spanking, instead, you hold her ass cheek to fix her position so you could fuck her easier, chasing your own orgasm.

Sana feels you are going to cum, 'No, boss, cum in my pussy, please, I need it so much. Fill your cum slut, I am forever yours.'

"That’s right you're my cum slut, and you'll take my cum wherever i put it." I tell her as I continue to fuck her ass until I cum in it.

'No, boss, no!' Sana screams as you cum in her ass, she trying to leave but you can grab her ass so tight, she could just lay on the table and feel your cum pumb inside her ass.

'Why, boss... I will feel much better if it's in my pussy.' Sana looks a bit disappointed but still excited from the pleasure that you give her.

You pull out from her ass and hear you hear a pop sound, you raise her ass, prevent the cum leaks out and then get a butt plug from your drawer, 'It's supposed for Mina, but seems you deserve it more, my cum slut.' Sana moans again when you plug in the plug.

"I'll have to get Mina another one" I think to myself. I slap Sana's ass one more time "now get to work Sana."

'Ah, boss I will cherish your cum in my ass and let you check again after work.' Sana struggle to wear her ruined clothes and slowly walks to the door.

Her panties are in your hand again, 'Perhaps I can have a locker to store the panties she gives me every time.' You wonder.

Suddenly you hear Sana screams, 'Why are you here?' You look at the door, Tzuyu is smirking and stands along the door. 'Mr Y/N, I don't expect you are such a horny guy and start playing just in the morning.'

“I have the energy for it. Besides your boss seemed rather happy touching you during breakfast so I wouldn’t be talking.”

'I have told him countless time not to do that, but seems he just can't resists me. May I take a seat?' Tzuyu sits on the sofa before you can answer.

Tzuyu admires Mina's naked body, even twist her nipple, 'Seems the session is so intense. Mr. Y/N, is it your only job duty is to use your subordinate like this?' Tzuyu stops her hand and turns her head to Sana, 'Oh, lady, if you are too tired from the sex, you can take a seat too, come here." Tzuyu pats the seat next to her on the sofa.

"Of course not, Mina and I worked to catch up on all our missed work. Now care to explain what you're doing here? "

'Spending extra time to chase the losing progress as you are too busy to fuck your secretary is a thing that you proud of? Honestly, I'm quite disappointed a top team leader would say something like this.' Tzuyu stands up and ready to leave your room.

'Oh yes, I come to ask why you would want me join your team, Mr. Y/N. Originally I am quite interested, but no more for now, if all of your team members' s duties are having sex with you.'

"Our loss of progress had nothing to do with our having sex. I had a personal problem yesterday. You seem to think you’re better, but if my team is still out doing yours when we have this going on it shows your team is much more lacking. So get out, I don't wouldn't want anyone that disrespectful on my team."

'Even a brainless know that old man can't lead him team properly, but what else can I do as an intern? Well, I guess I can find another team after I get a permanent job easily with my GPA. Who knows the future? I guess I will leave now, take your time, Mr. Y/N, and this lady.'

"Right" i close the door behind her. "Good riddance"

'Boss, what is that intern talking about? Do you know her?' Sana looks at you confusingly. 'I used to thought you like to fuck her too, when you ask me about her last time.'

"She saw us fucking a while ago" I tell Sana.

'Boss, she saw us already when you ask me about her last time?' Sana looks calm,' Is she blackmailing you or what? I don't understand what she is doing.'

"No she's not, but it's better to have control over a situation."

'Boss, maybe we should get her in our team, so we can control it easier. Don't you remember the gossip about you and Mina? Maybe she is the one that spreads it out. I know Mina is really not happy about it.'

"Yeah, we tried that, but he wanted Mina in exchange, and I'm not doing that."

'How about we directly talk to the intern, peacefully, not like what just happen, if she could agree with us, we can handle it easily.'

'Or you can use me to exchange maybe, I guess her boss won't do anything to me.'

"No, he definitely would, Sana, he definitely would. So, we'll have to try the other method."

'Boss, are you caring about me huh? I am not pure as Mina, I can protect myself. Just tell me if you need me for exchange.' Sana sits on your lap again and looking at you.

"Fine but it'll be a last resort. You're still a member of my team and I don't want anything happening to you." I tell Sana "Let's just finish our work for today. Can you clean up Mina and dress her?"

'Sure, boss.' Sana gets some tissue and goes clean Mina who is still sleeping on the sofa. 'Such a nice body, Mina' Sana plays with Mina's tits while cleaning her face.

You start your work again, and you suddenly hear some moan, it's from Mina. You turn around and find that Sana is licking Mina's clit, Mina moans in unconscious, 'Ah, faster...'

"Sana! I said to clean her up and put her clothes on. Stop that."

'Boss, I am cleaning her pussy. What's the problem?' Sana stops her teasing, getting some clothes to cover Mina's body.

'I'll back to work now, call me if you need anything from me.' Sana blows you a kiss before she leaves.

[ranhaitanisbitch]

Mammon has nightmares after lesson 16

Spoilers for obey me lesson 16

- mammon x gn!reader

warning: angst with comfort (i think, i'm not good at this T_T), shirtless Mammon in a non-suggestive way

synopsis: mammon can't sleep because he keeps having nightmares about seeing mc die, he decides to pay them a nightly visit.

author's note: this is my first piece of creative writing ever, so please don't be too harsh on me hehe. hope you enjoy it! also would love more suggestions and ideas to write about, so i can practice some more ^_^ (also english isn't my native language, so i apologize for any mistakes)

word count: about 1.1k

3:24 AM. Mammon sighed. It was already the third time he had woken up from his sleep tonight. He had had another nightmare. Nothing unusual for the demon lately. Ever since that one particular day he had had trouble falling asleep. Whenever he laid back and closed his eyes the one memory, he tried so desperetealy to forget, kept replaying in his mind. On nights he was able to miraculously fall asleep he would be plagued by nightmares, being forced to relive that traumatic memory again and again. The demon would wake up from those nightmares drenched in sweat and repeat that process until he'd decide keeping trying would be a waste of time. Then he'd start with his daily duties, extremely sleep deprived, but at least he would have a distraction from the scenes that haunted him whenever there was a moment of quiet.

Mammon sighed again. He could feel his wet shirt clinging to his skin. He could tell he wouldn't get another second of sleep tonight, but the lack of sleep from the previous days were starting to catch up to him. During the past week he kept falling asleep in class (very much to Lucifer's disapproval) and even the photographer at his modeling gig sent him home, lecturing him about the importance of beauty sleep for models. The man told Mammon to come back when his eye bags, which were so dark they were impossible to cover, were gone. One week later the eye bags were still there if not even worse. "I can't go on like this", Mammon thought. He moved his blanket off of himself and left his room. He didn't even think about what he was doing or where he was going, but his own feet seemed to have a plan.

When he arrived in front of a door he knew too well, the demon stopped. "What am I doing? It's almost four in the morning. I shouldn't wake them up.", Mammon scolded himself as his hand was already reaching for the door handle and pushing it down. "This is so inappropriate!", "I shouldn't be here", "(M/C)'s gonna get so mad if they wake up.". Mammon's heart was pounding like crazy and suddenly stopped when he saw your sleeping face with your brows furrowed. The demon had seen you sleep once before, when he barged into your room a few months ago, in the middle of the night, to get you to sneak out with him. You looked so peaceful sleeping back then, but now your face looked all scrunched up, not peaceful at all. And now Mammon even noticed the small lamp, that was still turned on, on your bedside table. Where you having a nightmare? Were you being plagued by nightmares too? Were they the same ones he had? Were they worse? As traumatic as that day was for Mammon he couldn't even imagine how bad it must've been for you. You had literally... died. The thought alone was enough to make goosebumps rise on the demon's skin and the urge to touch and embrace you was getting stronger. He just wanted to make sure you were still there. Really there. His feet slowly approached the bed. Without thinking Mammon's hand moved to your face, softly caressing the crease between your eyebrows with one finger as if to smooth the lines. You suddenly opened your eyes and Mammon's hand shot back. Your face softened as you recognized Mammon's face and gave him a small smile, "You scared me". "Sorry", was all that the demon could come up with as he stared at your face like he couldn't believe you were real. "What are you doing here?", you asked softly. Mammon was acting unlike his usual self and that seemed to concern you. "I don't know". Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing here, but he would never admit that. Even if he wanted to, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. You lifted your blanket up and gestured for him to slip in. Mammon immediately complied and laid down beside you. The blanket was too small for two people, so you two were practically smooshed against each other. "Mammon your shirt is drenched", you whispered feeling the damp shirt now cling to you too. "Sorry". You sighed, "Take it off. You'll get sick...". The demon blushed, but pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall down on the floor beside the bed, "is that really okay?". You just giggled softly at his shy demeanor. The skin of his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red and the demon quickly turned off the small bed side lamp, thankful you wouldn't be able to see the embarrassing color his face had taken on.

With his shirt off Mammon could feel even more of your warm skin. The feeling made him calm down. The anxious feeling he had when he first stepped through the door completely gone. You were real. You were still here. Suddenly Mammon had the strongest urge to hug you and never let go, so he carefully turned his body in your direction and put an experimental hand on your right arm. When you didn't protest he put his whole arm around your waist loosely. He felt a sensation on his arm and expected you to move his arm away. Feeling dejected he got ready to pull his hand away, but only felt your own hand caress his arm softly. Mammon let out a small sigh of relief and boldly put his head in the crook of your neck. Your free arm sneaked under Mammon's neck and started playing with his head. The demon relaxed completely. This was probably the most relaxed he had been in the past weeks since the incident. He could feel himself become more tired and was slowly starting to fall asleep. He muttered a last "good night" and drifted off to sleep.

[fanfic-obsessed]

Rebellion of the bats

Ok, here’s another one that’s going to get a little wacky. As a reminder never look for canon here, for I do not know her. 

We are going to start today's madness with some build up before the main event. It is important to me that you understand that in this one, Tim Drake does not take after Bruce Wayne. Tim Drake takes after Alfred (feral planners, whose truest love and calling is to care for their loved ones, coated in a veneer of respectability). In fact it is Alfred who teaches Bruce how to prepare for any eventuality. 

And the Tim of this universe is prepared for any eventuality. Including having a plan for ‘Jason has come back from the dead, has been lied to, appears to hate the family, and is trying to attack me for taking Robin’.  So Jason attacks Titan’s Tower and is very surprised to find that, instead of beating up Robin, he finds himself being dragged back to that Manor by an excited Tim Drake (No matter how long or short after the fact, Jason is still not sure how they got from Jason wanting to beat up a teen to being convinced to come home). 

Jason, Dick, and Bruce all bond over the abrupt realization that Alfred and Tim are absolutely feral and that if either decided to go rogue the universe was screwed.  They also realize that it is part of their Vigilante assigned duty to keep Both Tim and Alfred from needing to take over the world.

This helps stabilize the relationships among the Batfam, this common goal.  So by the time Damian arrives, their relationships are much stronger. Bruce, Dick, Steph, Cass, and Jason each try to talk Damian out of his assassination attempts (more for Damian’s health than Tims). Tim, because Damian is now his brother and is 10 years old, allows Damian two assaination attempts without consequence. Damian’s third, and final,  attempt ended with a finger broken on Damian’s non-dominant hand…and no proof that Tim caused it. 

Because of this stronger, more stable relationship Tim was actually able to pass Robin on to Damian before the Darksied happened. Tim took up Red Robin with Jason’s approval. 

Darksied sends Bruce on his bounce through time. There are still rumblings of what could become a war for the cowl (including Cass, this time because grief can do weird things to people and I think she should get to throw her hand into the ring), but instead Tim finds the clues Bruce had been leaving. And this is where the biggest departure comes. 

Because all of the Bats are there, and they believe Tim. They have no reason not to (I will get to that in just a minute). In fact, they all treat this revelation as a relief and begin to work out a schedule for keeping up the Batman pretense until Bruce can be retrieved. 

Dick as Batman goes to the Justice League (during a JL meeting) with the news that Bruce is lost in time, and they need substantial Justice League resources (and realistically it would need to be substantial and/or unique resources, or Tim would have used WE industries or his own resources) to retrieve him. And look, Dick looked at none of Tim’s evidence so when asked how the Bats know, Dick as Batman answers immediately with ‘Oh, Red Robin said’. 

The other members of the Justice League glanced at each other. It is Diana that very gently brings up that Wonder Girl had told her that Red Robin had been very intent on cloning Superboy, trying to avoid outright saying that it seemed like Tim might have lost touch with reality in his grief. Everyone very kindly ignored Superman’s flinch at the mention of both his dead mentee and cloning. 

The Justice League gets to watch as Dick misses the point so completely that they can practically see it over the pointy ears of his cowl.  He actually perks up and goes ‘Oh yeah, he mentioned having Ivy check over his methodology for that. She said it looked good but her specialty is plant genetics’. Like that is not an objectively insane thing to say. 

From Dicks, and in fact most if not all people who spend enough time in Gotham, perspective Tim was not insane for his attempts to clone Conner. He had a plan to mitigate harm for innocents (potentially viable clones who were not Conner), was not attacking/involving other people, had another affiliated expert look at his work before he pushed the big red button, and he even stopped when it was pointed out that it would have been against Conner wishes. To a Gothamite that means Tim is practically reasonable in his 99 attempts to clone Conner. 

The Justice League can only conclude, after some carefully phrased questions, that the Batfam have unfortunately lost touch with reality due to grief, understandable grief but also very out of touch. Dick does not realize this is what is being thought, as he is just so relieved that they are on track to get Bruce back that he does not hear the incredulity in the questions, until a majority vote rejects the use of JL resources for the purpose of searching for the former Batman in time (it should be noted that The Flash-Barry- and Superman both voted to try. Diana abstained).  

We are going with the idea that it is more than just massive resources or expertise that the JL would provide, but some resource, item, or device, that is unique to the Justice League that cannot be procured by any individual member. 

So Dick has to go back to 3 family members (Jason, Cass, Damian) who have all had significant exposure to Lazarus water, which is known for emotional outburst overriding common sense, Steph the daughter of a supervillain (Arthur Brown may have been a d rate supervillain, he was still a supervillain), Barbara the all knowing Oracle (whose morals have adjusted to working with former Rogues) and her cadre of Birds of Prey, and possibly the 2 most frightening people on the planet (Tim and Alfred) with the news that the JL will not help them. This is also Dick, whose anger issues and need for revenge built Robin. 

The only restriction that Dick manages to get them all to agree on is that they will not make trouble for Superman, Flash, or Wonder Woman (Jason throwing his own support in no trouble for Diana). Then, with full and loving knowledge of what he was doing, Dick set them all loose upon the world (making it clear to the JL that Bruce is the only one who could reign them in). 

It takes six weeks before the decision to help find Bruce and retrieve him from the timestream is approved. In that time:

Cass and Steph become the rulers of a small country, ruling with an iron fist but enough morals that most of the populace loved them. 

Jason, with the Outlaws, managed to take out the League of Assassins (and incidentally managed to humiliate not one but three different Green Lanterns, mostly by accident). 

Damian met, became offended by, and dismantled a faux government organization in the midwest in possibly the most attention attacking way he could. 

Oracle wrote and released a highly tailored virus that released random ‘scandalous but not overall dangerous’ secrets on a schedule for every politician in the world. Her Birds of Prey kept Gotham running, along with Batman!Dick. At some point during this time the Joker ended up dead, but no one is admitting to who did.

Tim and Alfred did indeed become a major world power within the first three weeks. It wasn’t until week four that they gained nuclear power status, but quickly had a seat offered to them at the UN. They had just started considering if they should be expanding into the reaches of space when the JL capitulated. 

Bruce is brought back into a world where his kids are more feared than he is.

[silentbeaves]

OK, I'M REALLY, REALLY NERVOUS TO PUT THIS HERE, AND I'M NOT SURE HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL LIKE MY WRITING ON MY TUMBLR SINCE MY BLOG IS ANIMATION AND 3D RENDERING BASED, BUT I WROTE SOME JESSTRA LAST NIGHT FOR SOMEONE. I MIGHT POST IT IN OTHER PLACES BUT I'M NOT SURE LOL

(NOTE. I've barely proofread this LMAO)

The two are heading down a gravel path towards a small town. Petra’s steps are concentrated and calculated as she holds a few emeralds that she’s going to trade in for some gold bars, mainly to repair Miss Butter, as the sword has gotten a little worn down, despite having enchantments to prevent that. Jesse, for whatever reason decided to tag along. She’s brought her own items. Some iron, a few emeralds, and a couple of diamonds, just in case she wants to buy anything special from the market.

“So, since I didn’t get to say good morning to you, how’ve you been?” Jesse asks, lightly tugging at Petra’s free hand.

“Oh, sorry, I was in a bit of a rush. Didn’t expect you to come along,” she says. “I’m alright, though.” Petra gently wraps a pinkie around Jesse’s. It’s a minor touch, not important; Petra does it quite often nowadays. But Jesse can’t help but feel her heart flutter.

“It’s alright, I get it.” Jesse grins, squeezing her finger around Petra’s.

Then silence falls upon both of them and to Jesse, it feels a little awkward. The sound of crunching beneath their boots and subtle breathing only fuels the awkwardness. Not that Jesse isn’t used to silence, but she would enjoy some conversation with, y’know, her one and only. 

“What’re you gonna use the emeralds for? You never told me.” She starts.

“To repair Miss Butter. She’s gotten a bit damaged since the last caving trip,” Petra scoffs. “The one where I had to save your sorry butt every second.”

Jesse huffs in response, but it’s light-hearted. “Hey, at least you were hot, doing it.” Petra’s eyes widen, and she shakes her head in total disagreement. “No, no, I was not.” Her face is visibly turning red, and the tips of her ears are burning up.

The shorter chuckles, elbowing her. “Um, yes, you were.”

Recovering from her brief embarrassment, Petra shoots back. “Uh-huh. And was that the reason you were so pathetic there? Couldn’t help staring at me?”

Jesse blinks awkwardly, feeling the weight of her body straining her legs suddenly. “No…”

“Pfft, you don’t sound very sure.”

She just couldn’t stand it when Petra teased her back like that. It sent her swooning. Urgh!

Petra lifts a hand to study the emeralds that rest in her palm, getting visibly bored on the walk to the town. She scratches at scars, reaches to the back of her neck, and fiddles with her collar. She’s kinda cute when she does that. Jesse can’t help but stare, unable to pull her eyes away.

“Petra?”

“Hm?” Petra glances at Jesse from the corner of her eye.

Jesse hesitates, but she goes along with her weird train of thought. “You look as pretty as those emeralds you are holding.”

Petra chuckles in amusement, finding that flirt to be absolutely awful. “That was the worst one yet, Jess.” She quips.

“Fine.” Jesse crosses her arms. “You’re pretty handsome.”

Raising a brow, Petra stops walking and turns to Jesse. “What’re you trying to do?”

“Flirt with you.”

“And your end goal?” 

Jesse feels her stomach drop. Admitting this will be no easy feat. She scuffs her boots along the gravel, her gaze falling to the ground. “I, uh… To get you to-- to kiss me.”

Petra, stunned, takes a small step back. “Oh.” Her body is tense, but she does her best to relax it. “Um, I mean-- you could’ve just… asked? You don’t have to win me over, or whatever.” She begins taking slow and hesitant steps towards Jesse, stuffing her emeralds in her pockets.

“I-I know, but it just feels… awkward, heh.” How awful, Jesse can feel that her face is burning up. Just the thought of kissing her is flipping her stomach in all sorts of directions. They’ve never kissed before, and the chance to bring it up never really occurred. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“...No! No, no, Jesse. It’s…” She’s desperately trying to find the right words, gesturing her hands around in the air, clawing for a sentence. “It’s fine! If you want to, we can, just let me know when.” Petra begins walking past, but Jesse grabs her by her collar.

“I want to. Now, if it’s okay.” Jesse gazes up into Petra’s eyes, but she’s unable to keep eye contact for long.

“I… now? Like, now, now?” The redhead grimaces, her face etched with fear. “Are you sure?”

Slowly, Jesse nods.

Petra can practically feel the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead…

“You okay with it?” Jesse asks.

Weakly, she nods. “I’m just… don’t expect it to be any good.” And with that, Petra begins to reach up to Jesse’s jawline, her fingers just ghosting her cheek.

Deciding to be a little brave, Jesse places her boots on top of Petra’s, grabbing her shoulders and lifting herself to an equal height. This makes Petra suddenly very hesitant, and her eyes look anywhere but at Jesse.

“C’mon, don’t chicken out, Petra.”

“I-I wasn’t!” She reels her hand back, clenching it. Chuckling, Jesse reaches to grab her fist, caressing it with her thumb.

“It’s okay, just take it slow. I know you’re not used to this.” Her voice is soft and gentle, plenty reassuring. Not to mention the touch. It sends prickles of warmth spiking through Petra’s chest. Not a feeling she’s used to. Not the touch she’s used to.

“Okay, okay. I-- I’ve got this,” Petra stammers, her heart beginning to race. “Easy, easy.” Jesse’s hands slide from her shoulders, down her sides and to her waist, steadying herself, and trying to ground Petra from her anxieties.

Ugh, she’s too hesitant to do this. What if she messes it up? What if Jesse doesn’t like it? What if… someone’s watching them? That would be beyond embarrassing, and awful for her reputation. 

Sighing, Petra turns her head away, a hand reaching back down to her pockets. “Listen, I just need to get these emeralds--”

Jesse is glaring at her.

“Okay, okay, fine.”

Jesse begins to lean in slowly, giving her enough time to ease into it. Petra’s breath hitches, and her brow furrows. But Jesse’s confidence is alluring and slightly contagious. And with her mind finally made up, she leaned in as well, closing her eyes and closing the small gap that had been between them just moments before. 

Her brows raise with pleasure and realisation. It’s not as bad as she thought it’d be. Jesse’s lips are soft and comforting against hers, and she gives an involuntary sigh of relief into her mouth. At that, Jesse’s grip on her waist tightens, bunching the fabric between her fingers. A pair of hesitant hands make their way up Jesse’s back, one hand reaching up as far as the back of her head, feeling her brown, fluffy, although slightly untidy, hair.

Jesse slightly tilts her head, making the kiss more comfortable and slightly more passionate for the both of them. Petra’s lips are so firm and sure, even if a little chapped. As if that doesn’t make it more endearing, though. She pulls Petra’s body against hers, a small, almost inaudible moan escaping her lips. It makes the redhead shudder and tense, and Jesse can feel it. She feels her muscles tighten, so she pulls back, allowing both of them to catch their breaths and give it a small break.

“Hoh… wow…” Petra breathes out, completely dazed and flushed. Jesse, to no surprise, is also completely red.

“Heh, you alright, there?” The shorter cups Petra’s cheek, rubbing her thumb where her freckles are. She’s so delightful to gaze upon, especially this close. It’s not often Jesse gets to. 

“Yeah, I just-- didn’t expect it to be so…” She trails off, her eyes meeting Jesse’s. Her gaze is soft, as she stares up at Petra, a small glint in her eye.

“You wanna go again?” Jesse enquires, her voice gentle, and not prodding.

Dumbfounded, Petra blinks. “Yeah, sure.” Never in a million years would she imagine agreeing to kiss someone, twice for that matter. But here she is, kissing the one person she doubted she’d ever kiss…

And with the perfect scenery, god rays, a lovely gentle breeze, and no one else around, they kiss once again, this time Petra leaning in first. Her hands are less hesitant to feel around Jesse’s body as she kisses her, eliciting small moans and sighs.

Petra never understood what was so pleasing about kissing and touching and all that sappy stuff. But now? After hearing and feeling Jesse, she finally gets it. It proves your love for someone, what you’d do for them, and how much you trust them. To be so vulnerable as to get so close…

A hand reaches to cup Jesse’s jawline as they both drawback, faces flushed, and heads spinning. Jesse steps down, grabbing Petra’s other hand and raising it to her chest. “Thanks, Petra. It means a lot to me.”

“You don’t have to flatter me.” Her voice is slightly wavering; she’s still dazed.

The shorter then gives a small peck to the back of Petra’s hand, a grin worn on her face.

 “I gotta say, you’re really good at kissing,” she says, as the two make their way down the path again.

“Thanks,” Petra replies, her strides are less calculated and confident and rather more casual.

She’s been very vulnerable and open today, and Jesse would say that’s an amazing step up from a few months ago. They could just barely hold hands for longer than five seconds. And here Petra was, being the most vulnerable Jesse’s ever seen.

Ugh, she’s so sweet.

[bluxb3rry]

❝𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💜

Charles Leclerc x Male Reader

Hey beautiful people, I'm back. For the people who follow me for stray kids, this is going to be very random. But F1 has me by the neck like a dog and so I wrote this.

There will be more Stray kids! That never stops.

Okay, some angst as a comeback, I hope you like it

(You're lucky I heard Madison Beer at the end, Mon Laferte was the inspiration for this whole one shot except the "happy" ending.)

As always, english is not my first language!

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝑀𝑜𝓃 𝐿𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑒 - 𝒯𝓊 𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓇

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Love is complicated in a world where the image is important, how do you act and who do you interact with it's the most valuable thing beyond your achievements. But love can win anything, breaking the rules that weren't written, becoming the most important thing between you and your lover

At least thats what some people think, people that dreams with open eyes and thinks that they can act whoever they want because they are in love, people like you. He told you, you tried to ignore it, because you though that he will risk everything to be able to tell you "i love you" in front of the cameras, that he would kiss you in those moments where the light of the cameras makes you blind. That the world would stop to be so important because you were together

Yet, you were there, away from the others, isolated. You couldn't even talk to him in front of his friends, people that already knew about you and him. But you were hidden, you can't be by his side "It's better that people do not misunderstood it" Misunderstand what exactly? Your love for him? How much you wished to kiss him after he wins a race?

-Hey, everything alright?-

You looked at your side when you heard his friends voice, Carlos, Charles's mate. One of the friends that knew about you two, mainly because of you and your trust for him. You could tell him things, thoughts, that you couldn't tell to Charles, wich was most of the time.

-Yeah-you whispered and then smiled at him-congratulations Carlos-you hugged him

That interaction made you be conscious about the world around you, the cheering, screams from fans, Monza GP. All the noises inside the garage and outsime of itself.

-Yeah well, its not a lot compared to him--he talked speaking louder, whispers aren't necessary when you can't hear your own voice--you should be hugging him

You separated, sighing a bit, then looking at Charles again--We decided not to, we couldn't risk it and be way to comfy in front of the cameras

-Decided? Both of you?--asked disbelievingly--or he just told you and you followed him

-Carlos-

-No Carlos Nada--his tone was angrier--this is one of the most important wins of Ferrari, wich he won, and you were his support every single time he felt bad, two years being with him and you cant hug him or something similar--he talked punching the tip of his finger in your chest--He should pass all his "fear" through his ass

-Let's not talk about that here--you said, almost begged--this is the best for us, i don't want to make him do anything

-But he makes you do everything that he wants-

You were gonna keep fighting, deny everything that the spanish was telling you, but the air left you lung the moment you saw him hugging another girl and kissing her. You knew who she was, a girlfriend that they put him with, so they wouldn't think about you guys last "accident" (you just kissed him in the check, once, and you grabbed his hand) They weren't together, but you couldn't control the pain in your chest, the lump in your throat and the tears apearing in your eyes.

-Hijo de puta-

You didn't even tried saying anything, you just leave, hearing Carlos calling you. But you had to leave now, you couldn't see them, you couldn't act that you were okay with this, not anymore.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

You ignored everything and everyone, feeling the tears slowly falling from you eyes, making your sight cloudy. You tried to control you breathing, but everytime you packed something you felt more choked sobs trying to fall from your mouth.

You didn't know were to go, but you were tired of everything. After packing things that you though were important, you took a sit in te bed, try and failing to calm yourself just so you could know what to do.

In your state you didn't heard your phone, missing calls from Charles, ignoring the messages. You tried to ignore everything till you heard the door opening and closing, sighing knowing whats was about to happen.

-Amore?-

You looked at him, tears in your eyes. You could see some panic in his eyes, looking at you and at the suitcase. You could see his own eyes crystallizing, making everything more difficult.

-Carlos told me you left, he cursed at me a bit even but--he walked closer to you--What are you doing?

-Im tired Charles--you answered, hiding your face--tired of everything

-What are you talking about--he was beside you now, sitting with you--Amore, whatever your thinking about you can talk to me, we can solve it

-Solve it?--you took your hands of your face--I want for you to kiss me Charles!, after you win i want you to kiss your fucking boyfriend!-

-Tesoro...-

-No, nothing about Tesoro--you stood up and walked away from him--all the time im by your side, supporting you, giving you everything from me so you could know that you weren't alone in this sport, i torelated comments about other people, i torelated seeing you with other people, but kissing others? i can't tolerate that Charles!

-You think i enjoy it?--he stood up as well--Kissing her? Saying that im happy with her knowing that you are right behind me? No i don't, i hate all of this but i can't risk it, i can't risk this

-I risked everything for you, my Dad left me the moment he knew i was Gay, Mom only talks to me when its important--you voice was louder, trying to say everything you could without losing your head--i risked my future for you Charles, because i loved you more than anything--you got closer to him--But you won't even look at me, when you are in that podium, you look anywhere else but me, not even when we are alone Charles! But of course your fast the moment they give you some random bitch to kiss, huh? Would you fuck her too, so "no one suspects"?

-Don't fucking say that, i love you Amore Mio, you are everything for me, you are the most important thing in my life-

-But you won't even show it, huh?--you laughed dryly, and then turned around him

You were about to reach your suitcase, when a hand grabbed your arm and pushed you to the wall. You were close to insult him, till his lips touched yours, your hands when to his shoulders, with the idea to take him off you, but you didn't tried.

The kiss wasn't soft, no, it was rough, every emotion showed in one singular action. Your hands went to his hair, tugging it, hearing his groan in your mouth. His hands touched you hips, putting his hands under your shirt. Then he separate from the kiss, thouching your forehead with his.

-Im sorry...--he whispered-you are important, more than everything, i promise i will tell everyone, tomorrow if i have to-

You sighed-how can it trust you now?

-Because i love you, you are everything to me, i can't lose you-he kissed you again more softer this time, his hands touching all your abdomen and yours lifting his shirt.

You were a fool in love, and you were gonna always love him, even if it hurts you. But maybe now, everything could change.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

[mattyriddlegf]

The Stupid Closet (36) finale*

Happy finale day everyone! I cannot believe this day is here, this story has been my baby for so long and now that it's out, I'm feeling very sentimental. Thank you everyone for your continued support for this story, it means so much to me. I will more stuff coming out very soon so stay tuned!! (also, if you have any specific requests for ANY Slytherin guy, please message me!)

enjoy this for the last time <3 ALSO: reminder that the * in the title means this chapter contains explicit content!!

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You spin around, the potion still in your hand, to see Mattheo not even a foot behind you, “where have you been?”

“Not important, what’s important is that you are about to buy love potion when I’m already in love with you” He shrugs.

You decide to let the topic go as Pansy starts aweing at you, “what if I told you it was for Pansy and her date?”

“Her date?” Mattheo asks, walking up to you, your chests touching.

You look up to him, “oh by the way we’re going on a double date with Pansy and Draco” 

Mattheo doesn’t break his eye contact with you. At this point, your lips are just inches away from connecting, “congrats Pansy”

She laughs lightly as Blaise and Theo walk up, “you guys are disgusting” Blaise states, making a puking noise in the process.

Mattheo turns his head to look at Blaise, “fuck off man” he says before turning back and grabbing your chin, kissing you.

“Oh bloody hell” Draco exclaims as he joins the group, rolling his eyes.

You back away, “Hi Draco” you smirk.

He looks between you and Pansy and rolls his eyes again before you laugh again.

You realize the love potion bottle is still in your hands so you quickly put it back down on the shelf before Mattheo whispers, “glad you know better”

You turn back around, the group now paying no attention to the two of you, “But do I?” 

He smirks, “I mean…I could remind you if you want” he shrugs.

“Uh hey guys?” you speak up. The group’s attention shifts back to you as you hold Mattheo’s hand, “we’re gonna go”

“Why?” Blaise asks.

Mattheo winks at them as you rush out, grabbing his arm and pulling him behind you.

“Disgusting!” Blaise yells, the rest of the group laughing.

You and Mattheo practically run back to the castle, heading straight for his dorm. 

He pushes you up against the door after he shuts it and starts to kiss your neck, holding your hands captive above your head.

“I need you right now” you moan as he kisses your collarbone, sending a chill down your spine. 

“Patience” he coos, his hot breath lingers.

You pout as he backs away until he starts to unbuckle his belt. As you watch him hungrily, you pull your tank top over your arms and throw it to the side. He watches you as you unclip your bra behind your back before pulling it off, leaving your top half exposed.

He starts to unbutton his shirt as you pull your shorts off, the panties coming off along with them. You look at him, fully exposed. He stands just a few feet away, his shirt half unbuttoned as he places his hand over his chest, taking you in. 

“God you’re beautiful” his eyes soften, just looking at you. How did you get so lucky?

You walk up to him as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your back, lifting you up to him. 

“I love you” you say softly, getting lost in his eyes.

“I love you”he replies, using one of his hands to hold your chin before pulling you in and kissing you. 

As the kiss intensifies, he leads you backwards until you hit the end of the bed and fall backwards. You prop yourself up with your shoulders as he stands there, pulling his pants and boxers off. He puts a condom on, always prepared.

He climbs back on top of you, kissing your stomach and working his way up until he reaches your lips again. 

You feel him go down inside you, forcing a groan out of you as you squeeze your eyes shut. You grab onto the sheets around you as he picks up his pace just a little bit.

“Fuck” he mutters as he goes deeper inside you. 

“Holy shit” you cry out, opening your eyes and watching him.

You can tell he’s close, he falters just a little bit in his movements, “Matty I’m almost there”

“Cum for me baby” he breathes out, slowing his pace even more, agonizing you until you feel your high. You desperately grab his arm that’s propped up by you.

Only a second later do you feel him finish before he pulls outs, breathing heavily and lightly sweating.

He wipes you off with a towel before he climbs onto the bed.

“I missed you today” he coos as he leaves traces of his kiss on your collarbone, propped up on top of you.

“I missed you too...” you let out a breath, “you disappeared on me today”

“I know, I’m sorry” he breathes out, his curly hair brushing the side of your face.

“Where were you?” you ask, curious to what he was doing the whole trip to Hogsmeade. 

“It’s a surprise,” he whispers in your ear.

“You know I hate surprises” you smirk and tilt your head as you touch his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

He looks you in the eye for a second, with those very same brown doe eyes that you fell for, before he gets up and walks over to where his pants are on the floor, He picks them up and searches in the pocket for a moment before finding what he wants.

He pulls out a small jewelry box and hands it to you, “I was getting this for you.” You sit up on the bed and grab the small box from his grip.

You look down at the box before looking back up to him as he sits down on the bed, “Mattheo…”

“Open it” he motions to you.

You open the box to find a small ring, matching the one he wears. The one from the greenhouse.

“Are you serious?” you smile up at him, “Mattheo this is…” you were speechless.

“Deadly.” he grins, “I know you liked mine” he shrugs.

You take it out of the box and place it on your right ring finger as he continues, “I had this nice dinner planned and everything but you are so stubborn”

You smile lightly before looking down at the ring. Your smile fades a little bit, Mattheo instantly noticing, “hey what’s wrong?”

“Do you think we’ll make it?” you ask, “I mean like after Hogwarts. I never, ever want to lose you” 

“Woah, mi amor, you will never lose me, ok?” he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, “we’ve been through way too much this year to not make it”

“Yeah all because of that stupid closet” you laugh.

“It’s not so stupid anymore is it?” he smiles.

“Not at all” you smile in return.

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[timideartilleur]

"It's just another day at the Committee of Public Safety (21th Century AU)"

Episode 1 - "Fixed hardware, broken heart"

What follows is a tiny script I wrote many months ago, set in a modern AU. The main characters, as you might have already guessed from the title, are the CSP members. Thanks to @mathildeaquisexta for giving me the courage to post it, as I wasn't convinced at all... Hope you enjoy!

Billaud: [frowns] Guys… This stupid machine has broken again [hits the monitor of his PC].

Carnot: If you keep doing that of course it will break. What happened?

Billaud: It’s already broken!! [whines] I told you!...Internet Explorer stopped working so I deleted “explorer.exe” from the task manager to then open it again…

Carnot: You did what!?

Billaud: [angry] I did what you told me to do in these cases…!

Carnot: I never sa-

Hérault: Aaaaaah… You and your cryptic, diabolic machines! I find myself so good with pen and paper.

Carnot: Cryptic…? Come on, even Lindet managed to learn how to send emails…

Collot: [laughs immoderately] Have you heard, Lindet?

Lindet: [with his head stuck on his paperwork] No, I haven’t. Usually when Carnot speaks, all my ears can grasp is an indistinct cacophony.

Carnot: [indistinct noises of annoyance].

Billaud: [sobs] I’ve lost all of my work now!!

Saint-Just: Haven’t you done a backup of your files?

Billaud: Oh… [puzzled] What do you mean with “backup?

Carnot: Supreme Being… [rolls his eyes, gives a quick look at Billaud’s monitor]. It’s not broken, just stuck.

Collot: [with impatience] And what are you waiting for!? Fix it, would you? We’re having a call with some representatives in half an hour.

Carnot: [narrows his eyes, in a passive aggressive tone] You know what? I won’t. I’m tired of constantly fixing your devices and, most importantly, not being listened to!

Robespierre: Nobody ever asked you anything.

Saint-Just: Can’t Prieur do it? He’s quite good with technology.

Robespierre: Isn’t he on mission?

Saint-Just: [sighs] Not that Prieur, the other one there [points at Prieur de la Côte-d'Or on the opposite side of the room].

Robespierre: Aaaah! [smirks] You mean Pierre-Louis!

[Saint-Just facepalms.]

Collot: Geez Robespierre, how can you still confuse them?

Saint-Just: Anyway… Prieur, can you please unstuck Billaud’s pc? Since Monsieur le Chevalier de Saint-Louis here refuses to do it?

Carnot: [angry, raises his voice] How did you call me!?

C.A. Prieur: [smiles embarrassed] B-but, but… No I… I can’t. [Blushes] I’m not as good as Carnot with these things… I don’t think I…

Billaud: [rushes towards Prieur, folds his hands in front of him] Pleeeeeeease, dear Prieur! It’s essential for me to have my files back…!... And for Collot too: he has to receive an important message…!

Hérault: [confused] Why can’t Collot use his computer? He has a fancy Apple one. Also his phone can-

Robespierre: Believe me, you don’t want to know what happened neither to Collot’s pc, nor to his phone… And what might happen to yours in case you have the foolish idea to lend them to him.

C.A. Prieur: Fine, fine I’ll see what I can do… [stands up and timidly approaches Billaud's desk]. Oh, it’s actually not that hard: you press the power button for a few seconds forcing the machine to shut down. Just that! Next time you turn it on, it should be alright, see? [does what he has just said, showing Billaud that the pc is working and no data have been lost.]

Billaud: [amazed] Wooooooooooh!!

C.A. Prieur: By the way, it’s correct to delete processes from the task manager when they stop working, but in this case you deleted “explorer.exe” instead of “iexplorer.exe”, which is the process tied to the Internet browser.

Billaud: Thank you!! [squeezes Prieur in his arms.]

Saint-Just: Well done, Prieur. A quick and effective solution combined with a clear explanation of the problem… [glances at Carnot to tease him]... Without wasting words on dramatic tirades.

Carnot: [blushing with rage, tries to pull himself together] Very well. Since my contribution not only isn’t appreciated, but it’s also mocked, there’s no need for me to stay any longer. [Quickly packs his stuff up and leaves the room shutting the door.]

Robespierre: What a drama queen.

Collot: Dude, you acted more or less in the same way just a few days ago, when he told you your poems are stupid.

Lindet: Can someone please go calm him down? He still has to give me back some reports I sent him a while ago.

C.A. Prieur: [sighs and frowns] I fixed Billaud’s pc… Guess it’s my duty to fix Carnot’s wounded heart too… [takes his cane and leaves the room.]

Hérault: How poetic…! But human hearts aren’t like machines!

[Barère abruptly enters the room.]

Barère: [joyful] Bonjour, mes amis!!

Robespierre: [serious, points at his watch] Do you know what time is it?

Barère: [smile proudly, nods] I’m perfectly on time!

Saint-Just: It’s 10 am.

Barère: Oh well… [embarrassed] Today is my day off, so…

Collot: [astonished] Day off!? Since when have we had days off!?

Billaud: The revolution never goes on holiday!

Barère: [a bit disoriented] But, but, but… I asked permission to-

Saint-Just: You asked permission to none and are blatantly lying.

Barère: [frowns, in an emotional tone] But, but… Listen, it’s complicated… There was a little problem with my wife and I have to go ba-

Hérault: [shocked] Married!? You are married!?

[General stupor. Even Lindet raises his head from the paperwork.]

Collot: [nonchalantly] Yes yes… With a vain, spoiled, noble brat.

Saint-Just & Robespierre: What!?

Barère: [blushes] Hey…! [looks down] Don’t call her like that… Besides, how do you know!?

Hérault: Indeed…

Collot: [grins] Fouché told me.

Barère: [annoyed] And how the hell he knows!?

Fouché: I know everything.

[Everyone turns around towards Fouché who’s standing behind them.]

Hérault: And where do you come from!?

Billaud: [sobs] Man’s truly in the walls of this room… 

Fouché: [creepily smiles with widened eyes] I was simply looking for Collot, he doesn’t reply to my calls.

Collot: Ah, right, yes huh. [Takes his coat left on a chair and joins Fouché] Excuse-me, nerds. I have some matters to settle.

To be continued...

[my85volvo]

Having fun with this one! IDK if I reblogged this correctly but it was getting long so 🤷🏽. Thanks @renmackree!

Stiles sat on the floor, eyes bleary from sleep, completely dumbfounded. He distinctly remembered NOT drinking last night, but he did fall off his bed this morning, so maybe he hit his head without noticing. It seems much more likely that he dreamed and/or hallucinated the breathtakingly hot naked man waking him up and then disappearing into thin air, as opposed to actually witnessing the divine rebirth of...what did he call himself? Wolf of the Wool? Was that some sort of 'wolf in sheep's clothing' reference?

It was too ridiculous to fathom. He was either bat-shit crazy or had suddenly become very skilled at lucid dreaming. When he stood, he looked around suspiciously, as if the mystery wolf guy was hiding somewhere in the 10' by 8' dorm room. He checked his door: still locked. He checked his window: still closed, and locked, and 4 stories off the ground. Everything seemed normal, but his heart wouldn't stop threatening to beat out of his chest.

This was WAY too elaborate to be a prank. Probably. Stiles needed an outside perspective before he melted into a puddle of anxiety. It was nearly 11 on a Sunday morning, so maybe Scott was still asleep. Perfect. Without much forethought, Stiles scrambled to his door, grabbed his keys from the wall hook, and took off bare-footed wearing nothing but boxers and an old batman t-shirt. He nearly fell flat on his face trying to avoid the other students littering the residence hall, but made it down one flight of stairs and through a maze of hallways to reach Scott's room in the east sophomore dorm.

Stiles knocked on the door while simultaneously calling for Scott to answer it.

"Scott, hey Scotty, you there? Mayday, man. BIG fucking mayday. Dude, open the door, come on."

Stiles emphasized the importance of his visit by escalating to a loud, continuous banging. He vaguely heard someone cursing him from the next room.

Finally, after waiting an agonizing 13 seconds, Scott answered the door looking hungover and deeply annoyed. He left it open and then quickly turned around to shuffle-flop back on his bed before listening to anything Stiles had to say.

"Scott, we have an emergency," Stiles began, rushing in to close the door and step inside. "I think it's like...level C fucked up. I'm freaking out."

Scott sat up, instantly sober and alert. He took a moment to study Stiles, who was pacing the tiny dorm room while biting his nails. After Scott was satisfied that Stiles seemed relatively uninjured, he responded as calmly as he could.

"Do we need to go to the hospital?" Scott asked, his eyes betraying a deep concern for his friend.

"I don't know, maybe not. I mean, probably not...yet?" Stiles stopped his pacing and looked at Scott as if he held all the answers.

"Just tell me what happened," Scott sighed.

Stiles sat next to him on the bed, then stood, then sat at his desk, then stood again, and continued pacing. Scott waited patiently.

"A naked man woke me up, claimed to be a god, told me I'm the chosen one, then disappeared into thin air."

"Did you hook up with someone last night?"

"No! I stayed in my room all night like a loser so I wouldn't have to run into Matt at that stupid keg hunt thing and see his stupid face and listen to his stupid excuses for his stupid creepy jokes." Stiles flailed his arms for emphasis. "Which is your fault, by the way. I swear to god I'm--"

"Never letting me set you up again, I know dude, I know."

"There's just shit you don't say on a first date. It should be basic fucking common sense 101. When I say, 'hey man, I'm not into fooling around in the woods, I just met you and there are bugs everywhere,' the correct response is not 'well no one would find your body out here.' Who does that?"

"Douchebags." Scott rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, some of his hangover fatigue creeping back into his frame.

"Correct, Scotty. Douchebags. Douchebags do that. We're getting off track here," Stiles shook out his head and tried his very best to focus. "Scott, you need to tell me if I was hallucinating."

"So some naked guy wandered into your room? Maybe he was on drugs," Scott shrugged.

"No, a naked guy appeared in my room. The door and window were locked. This guy was weird, dude. He said he was, like, a reincarnated wolf god, and I was his priest or something, and he wanted to bless me, and then he said he would kill the security guards on an alter of blood if I called them for help."

Scott started looking less worried and more skeptical.

"And he came to you while you were sleeping?"

"He woke me up, rudely, I might add. Pay attention."

"Stiles, I think you were just dreaming."

"It felt real, Scott. Even now--" Stiles' felt his skin shiver when he conjured an image of the man in his head. "Even now, it feels like he'll pop back any minute."

"Is he like...trying to hurt you? Is he after you, Stiles?" Scott asked with genuine concern.

Stiles thought a moment, and while he was terrified at the implications that this man was very capable of violence, he didn't necessarily feel like he was a target. More like...the man was just fixated on him.

"No, I don't think so. But he could definitely beat me to a pulp."

"All right, name every Blockbuster Batman Movie in Chronological order."

"What?"

"Just do it, Stiles."

Stiles sighed and racked his brain for a moment before flawlessly belting out the entire lineup in a single breath.

"Batman, Batman Returns, Batman Forever, Batman and Robin, Batman Begins, Dark Knight, Dark Knight Rises, Batman vs. Superman, Lego Batman, Justice League, and the good one."

Scott nodded in approval.

"You're not paranoid, and your memory is fine. Hallucinations weren't one of her symptoms. This isn't that. It's not a level C."

Stiles let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. His shoulders sagged as he plopped down next to Scott on the bed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and brought his head down to rest in his hands. It was terrifying thinking that the illness that took his mother might take him, too. But Scott was right, it couldn't be that.

"It felt so real. I was scared I was losing it. Losing myself."

"Hey man, you're under a lot of pressure right now. Finals are coming up, and both your upper division courses have you studying until 2am most nights. You're just tired and stressed. It happens."

Stiles nodded, and let another deep breath escape.

"Tell you what. Let's go to Judy's for lunch and order a curly fry mountain, then come back here and marathon Star Wars. You need a break. Sound good?"

Stiles looked at his best friend and smiled.

"Thanks man."

"That's what I'm here for, dude. Now fuck off for 2 hours and let me sleep some more."

Stiles chuckled and punched him in the shoulder, standing with a stretch before walking towards the door. He felt lighter already.

"Night night, Scotty," Stiles called behind him.

Scott replied with a grunt, already half asleep.

Once Stiles was back in his room again, his thoughts returned to the naked man (in a totally innocent way and not in a horney jail way). There was one thing the man said that kept nagging at him. He asked, 'What do you need to build your faith?'

It kept turning around in his head. If, for some reason, this guy existed, then what would prove he was actually a god? The man could clearly teleport, so maybe he could grab him some hot cheetos in the blink on an eye? No, too easy. He needed to find something so obscure, so far away, that holding it in his hands would be irrefutable proof that this guy was the real deal. Theoretically, of course. Because this guy was definitely, totally, not real. How could someone that attractive even exist?

Stiles kept telling himself that looking up rare orchids in the Amazon was purely an academic exercise and not a back-up plan in case his delusion made another visit. By the time Scott came to fetch him for their lunch plans, Stiles had a short list memorized of what he might ask Mr. Hot Guy to prove to him.

After stuffing himself with curly fries and starting a 4th Star Wars film, Stiles was finally starting to feel like the events of the morning were just a far-off memory. He passed out on Scott's floor by midnight atop a pile of blankets and pillows.

The next time Stiles opened his eyes, the light slipping in from the window was a muted gray. It was the kind of light that illuminates the sky just enough to announce that the sun hadn't quite risen yet. He saw a pair of polished black Oxfords in front of his face, which his brain automatically filed as Scott digging out his shoes from prom, for some reason.

"Good, you're awake." A voice said from above his head.

Stiles furrowed his brow and looked up to see the so-called Wolf of the Wool standing over him, wearing a perfectly tailored, dark slate 3-piect suit with a black button-down and deep maroon tie.

"I see you've found another follower for me. Excellent work, young priest," The man smiled down at him.

Stiles screamed.

Derek is the old god of the forest, forgotten and unworshiped for centuries. Towns were built around his forests and the alter where once offerings were laid has been overgrown. Derek believes himself to be lost and resigns to an endless slumber.

That is until a college kid stumbles on his alter and offers the large stone wolf a piece of his sandwich.

Now, awake and once more worshiped, the god must protect his new high priest Stiles at all cost. Which means blending into a world he knows nothing about. And going to college.

[fueledbyhummus]

todavía no sé si este viaje no es más que pequeños instantes de conexión entre gente perdida que dudamos continuamente

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been picking mostly only the essential flirt options with lucanis in the romance so far (I've personally found the dynamic much more natural and mutual when you do that, more like forming a solid friendship slowly and inevitably becoming something else and less like you keep pushing on him and getting little back b/c he seemingly just gets overwhelmed and goes into freeze instead), and I think rye is a pretty hard person to read at the best of times even though he's been Down Real Bad from pretty early on and their chemistry as people is naturally really good. so the way the almost-kiss plays out in this playthrough feels a lot like it has the added layer of lucanis realizing that no but for sure rook is flirting and not just being kind or a good friend* it IS actually happening it's not just wishful/fearful thinking!!! and then uh. maybe going a bit too hard a bit too fast in all the excitement at that revelation haha

*in lucanis' defense he has seemingly literally never had a friend who wasn't his cousin-brother before, under those circumstances I suppose some confusion is extremely natural if not outright expected lmao