#a starter that was supposed to happen WEEKS AGO ....

[sanndrabullock]

I'm about a thousand years late to the Bridgerton train but I'm absolutely mortified that you had to film some of these scenes. Thank god they invented the intimacy coordinator. @phoebedynvr

[igotanidea]

Stretching time: Dick Grayson x reader

Request: I can't stop thinking about how would be Dick's girlfriend with all the batboys, specially Damian, maybe reader and Damian would be like best friends and he's always at Dick's apartment to see her. I would love to see how do you think this would be <3

***

“I swear this is like he doesn’t have a Manor to live in” Dick sighed theatrically, taking a sip of his drink, which happened to be the most colorful one on the menu.

“I suppose we are talking about Damian today?” Wally, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed, casually popping chips into his mouth.

“He’s just always at our place! And Y/N—” Dick shook his head, unable to finish the sentence. Y/N. His wonderful, beautiful, smart girlfriend with a heart of gold, making friends wherever she went. Too good for his world, stubborn and consistent in breaking Damian’s defenses. And while at first, Dick even encouraged her in her attempts, treating it like a dare, knowing she’ll never succeed, now he was getting angry because she actually reached her objective. Becoming bffs with Damian Wayne. Well – as much as an assassin and a vigilante’s girlfriend can be.

“Please don’t tell me you are jealous of a 12 year old, Grayson!” Wally laughed so hard she choked on his snack.

“You crazy? Jealous? Me? Never!”

“Yeah, right. Never-” the speedster laughed again, silently calling Dick off on the bullshit he was trying to feed him with.

“Look man, it’s not like you have an entire family that steals your girlfriend away from you!”

“Well, I wouldn’t let them in the first place—”

“You’re not helping!”

“Would it help If I point out how much of a hypocrite you are, Dick?”

“No! Wait- what? A hypocrite?” Dick raised his head from the table where he previously laid it to accentuate the drama of the situation. And then frowned. And then tilted his head to the side. “Hypocrite, seriously, Wally?”

“You keep talking how Y/N has too soft heart while you are the proverbial older brother always trying to please his siblings-“

“That’s not true!” Dick’s objection was almost immediately cut by Wally’s mocking gaze, almost threatening to use all the examples of the thesis he had in store “Okay, fine! Fine! But those are my brothers, what am I supposed to do?!”

“For starters, maybe you shouldn’t run away to the bar every time Damian comes around?”

“But-“

“Get freaking involved! Your girlfriend is having a good relationship with your siblings. That’s terrible news, truly, I pity you.” Wally mocked, rolling his eyes.

“You just don’t seem to understand! Let me tell you the whole story again—”

“Oh, no, please, spare me going through it all over—”

“It all started a week ago-“

“From what I remember one week ago she went to some kind of reading with Jason?”

“Yes! And from then everyone just started to drive her away!”

“You’re overreacting-“

“Overreacting?! Do you want to listen how she keeps on working with Tim and –”

“NO!”

“Let me tell you then-“

“Whoa! Stop! You know what I think, Dick? I think you should go home and actually talk to her, instead of me.”

“So now you’re abandoning me too?!”

“Abandoning? Oh no, no, no. I’ll be even as kind as to drop you home.”

“What are you- NO!”

He really hated traveling with speedsters. There was never any comfortable position for that, and after he always felt like throwing up.

But there was no denying that it was the fastest way home, even if climbing up the stars turned into a little bit of a challenge for the Nightwing.

***

Obviously, Damian was there with her.

Not really doing anything, just sitting on the couch, staring into space, having one of his moments of vulnerability that took the form of keeping complete silence.

And that silence was not Dick’s ally cause it made them both hear him coming inside.

“I thought you were out with Wally?” Y/N smiled and raised from the spot to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“West?” Damian turned his head in curiosity

“Well hello to you too, Damian. What brings you here today?” Dick hissed, before biting his tongue, earning a little pat on the back of the head from Y/N.”

“Ouch! That hurt. More my feelings than my head, but still.”

“Good. Dami is our guest and—”

“He’s becoming more of a permanent fixture…”

“Dick!”

“Ugh!”

“Should we take this conversation private?” she muttered, frowning and putting hands on her hips. “Or can you go back to being the Dick Grayson I know? The one who can keep his heart and mind open? Please?” She gave him a soft look and a pretty smile. “Come on, it will be fun…”

How could he say no to those eyes…

***

An hour later he started to think that maybe Wally was right. And that maybe his girlfriend was a sorceress.

Otherwise, how else could anyone explain the sudden Damian’s transition from an assassin into a 12 year old almost kid?

He was just talking to her about everything. His school, his friends, his latest picture. Not the emotions, it was not that advanced kind of magic, but just watching those two, feeling so at ease with each other was something supernatural.

And at some point, Damian just gave Y/N a look and she immediately knew what it meant, turning to Dick who was observing them both from a safe distance, amused by the little bubble Damian and Y/N seemed to create around themselves and a little scared to disrupt their peace.

“Hey, dick? Can you leave us for a moment? We got something to discuss with Damian.”

“And I have to go?”

Damian scoffed under his nose as if it wasn’t obvious that he wasn’t going to talk about anything personal with his brother around.  

“Pretty please?” Y/N smiled at her boyfriend, leaving Dick no choice but to retrieve to the bedroom.

“So, what’s been eating my favorite bat up?”

“Y/n…’ Damian sighed, allowing himself a little bit of emotionality “do you think I could ever have what you and Dick do?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, don’t push it.”

“If you are talking about girls—” she started and her words were disrupted by a hiss from the boy, who was clearly dissatisfied she actually dared to say it out loud “you’re only 12 Damian. And as much as you hate to let it show, people can tell that you care. In your own twisted way, but if someone watches close enough it’s clear. So I don’t think there’s any reason for you to get uptight about it.”

“I’m not uptight!” he crossed arms over his chest defensively.

“Look, I know your mother and Bruce may have showed you only one way to look at the world but –”

“You are not my parents to raise me, Y/L/N.”

“Thank god! I wouldn’t know how to handle you if you were my kid!” she laughed “But you know what, that’s even better. Cause you can freely twist my words and adjust whatever I say to your own perception. And I have no way to discipline or punish you.”

“So you won’t be leaving me if I don’t live up to the standard?” he asked quietly.

“What? Leaving you? No way!” If it was anyone else she would probably hug him then, but considering it was still Damian Wayne a little playful hair ruffle had to suffice. “Haven’t I told you you’re my favorite? Don’t tell Dick but – “ she made a dramatic pause and raised her voice to make sure her boyfriend heard “I THINK I LIKE YOU MORE THAN DICK!”

“I heard that!” something hit the wall separating bedroom and living room, causing both Damian and Y/N to chuckle.

“You make sure to remember it too, Grayson!”

“I hate you both!” Dick yelled from the wall, but it was obvious he was playing around, acting all goofy to make his girl and brother laugh.

And it seemed like a lot of weight was taken from Damian’s shoulders just because of hearing he wasn;t going to end up alone just because he wasn’t perfect sometimes.  

“I should probably get going. Father will –”

“Stay.” Y/N cut him off. “I’ll take care of Bruce. God forbid that man let you have a little rest.”

***

Damian fell asleep on the couch after two servings of ice cream and a multiple rounds of Man don’t get upset. At some point Dick joined them and the evening turned into one giant bonding exercise, interrupted by threats of murder with particular cruelty against Grayson if he ever let off steam about Damian's softer side.

But then, he was dozing off like a little lamb, looking completely harmless and innocent, while Y/N made sure to cover him with a blanket.

“Y/N, can’t you see what that little prick is doing?” Dick appeared behind her, out of nowhere, dragging her to the kitchen to have a little conversation.

“Planning world domination?” She tease with a hint of a smile.

“Yeah, that probably too.” Dick shook his head in amusement “but in this case, he’s taking all of your time and I have to live on scraps of attention.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “I don’t like it…”

“I’m training you for the time when our kids appear in the world.”

“K-kids?” his gaze immediately traveled to her belly, judging whether she was being serious, going a little pale. Was he even ready for that? Why didn’t she tell him sooner, there were so many things to be planned and bought and—

“Hey, hey, relax” Her hands rested on his cheeks, forcing his eyes back on hers. “Not now. And not any time soon. But hopefully one day we will have kids. And then what? You’ll be jealous of them too?”

“This is not the same….”

“Maybe. But you can either learn how to share me or get mad and lose me. Which one would you rather?”

“Neither.” He held her tighter, pulling closer to his chest. “You’re all mine.”

“Still- gotta – breathe” the strained voice coming from her was enough proof he was squeezing her too tight. Like a rubber frog whose eyes pop if you press on the right spot.

Dick sighed and released the grip slightly, trying to say something more, but she didn’t let him.

“I can stretch my time for people that are important. And last time I checked, you were still on top of that list. It’s not going to change because I decided to become a mentor to your brother.”

“More like a psychologist.”

“Richard Grayson!”

“What?”

“You keep helping people left and right and it’s not like I have tons of your time either. So you are a hypocrite.”

“That's the second time today I’m being called that.”

“I always knew Wally was smarter than people gave him credit for.” She chuckled “now. It’s barely midnight, quite early for us, so would you like to spend some quality time together?”

“If that’s your attempt at stretching the time then yes,  I’d love it.”

[reiderwriter]

Margaritas and Mistakes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive, smut coming in the next part (it's already written it just felt best to post them separately lmao).

Warnings: Suggestive language, dirty talk, some heavy petting and mention of sexual arousal. 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: On a group night out, you get a little more drunk than you want to, and when Spencer shows up looking like the love of your life and not just your coworker, you realise that the margarita’s are having more of an effect than they should be.

A/N: Welcome back, it's my week off currently so I've been writing a copious amount of smut, so please enjoy this 3.6k word build up to more smut coming soon. Requests are still open, and you can find my masterlist here!

PART TWO!

You truly made all of your worst decisions when under the influence of alcohol. You blamed it on the fact that you really didn’t get the chance to go out all that often now that you were a full time member of the BAU Team. But the job was sometimes rewarding, and considering you’d been working on consultations all week and not a full time case, you were really looking forward to stretching your legs this friday night and getting some much needed relaxation in before you had to stare evil in the eye one more time.

“Girls’ Night Out! No male detectives, partners, Special Supervisory Agents, Unit Chiefs, OR Doctors!” Penelope cheered as you arrived at her apartment that night prior to your eventful outing.

“God I needed this,” Emily sighed, taking a sip of her drink. “I can’t remember the last time I got to kick back with a glass of chardonnay.”

“You sent me a picture of your drink two days ago, and it didn’t exactly look like water,” JJ laughed.

“Ah you see, my dear JJ, that wasn’t kicking back. That was therapy.”

“Honestly, though, it’s going to be good to get out of the house. I swear, the only places I’ve been for the last month have been my apartment and work,” you sigh, downing the last of the drink Penelope had handed you on the way in.

“What happened to that guy you were seeing, Y/N? Was he that bad?”

“Don’t even mention it. He took me back to his place and he didn’t even have a mattress on the floor, wanted us to do it on his couch,” you groan. “The couch that was also housing all of his laundry. And I’m not positive it was even clean laundry.”

You really had been having the absolute worst luck with men recently; other than your aforementioned tinder date, the only men who had shown any interest in you being serial killers who wanted to murder you and married cops looking to fool around with an FBI agent. Not the most auspicious of dating pools.

“Okay, operation get Y/N laid is a go. Ladies, your jobs tonight, should you choose to accept it, is to become the best wing-women this town has ever seen!” Penelope joked, and you found yourself giggling at just the idea, thankful that they were taking the time to try to cheer you up.

“Oh I’m all in. I’m warning you now, Y/N, my wing-woman success rate is pretty high. I’ve helped multiple couples achieve not only orgasm, but also marriage and kids.” Emily boasted.

“Emily, next time you might want to think about the wording of that one,” JJ laughed. “But I’m in too, you could use a little unwinding.”

“Not you too, JJ. You were supposed to be our voice of reason tonight.” You giggle into your cup, feeling the effect of your starter alcohol already.

“Nope. We’re having no responsible adults in our midst tonight. That’s why I’ve already arranged for our favourite Doctor to come and pick us up when the last of us falls tonight. He’s at a screening of some Indie Russian flick until 2am which is probably about perfect for our plans.”

This is the first you’ve heard of Penelope’s plans, but you’re not against it. With a solid escape route, you can let loose as much as you want tonight and know that all of your friends are fully able to have as much fun as possible tonight.

“Well, that’s the plan for us, sweetcheeks. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” Penelope winked at you with a nefariously innocent look on her face. And suddenly you weren’t quite as sure you trusted her…

–X–

After your first margarita at the bar you were still feeling fine. Sure, you were talking a lot louder than you usually did, and if you saw yourself in the mirror you’d probably start giggling instantly at the stupid, semi-permanent grin on your face, but you were feeling so relaxed that it was of no consequence.

You’d moved swiftly from Penelope’s apartment to the nearest downtown bar. It looked pretty seedy to you, and the lighting was so low you could barely make out the faces of your friends in their seats at the same table as you, but you were sure some of that was just the alcohol blurring your vision.

Your hearing though was still in top shape, which was why when Penelope asked her next question, you almost spit the drink out of your mouth, rushing to laugh.

“Okay, fuck, marry, kill, Hotch, Morgan, Reid.” She giggled as she posed the question to her teammates.

“Oh come on now, that’s not fair.” Emily laughed at the question posed.

“You’re right, I don’t know a woman alive that doesn’t want a ride on my chocolate thunder.” Penelope let out a faux dreamy sigh and took another swig of her drink.

“And marrying Reid just seems wrong. He’s like our brother at this point.” JJ points out, just shuddering at the thought.

“So we’re all in agreement? Fuck Morgan, marry Hotch and lovingly bury Reid six foot under?” Emily laughs and the other two nod.

“Nope,” is all you manage to get out before going for another large gulp of your drink.

“Well, well, well, Y/N what would you be doing differently?” Emily snaps her head around to look at you, eager for the juicy details.

“None of you are curious what the doctor is packing?” You reply, almost innocently, unaware of the many plots culminating in the minds of your friends at that very second.

“Not at all. “Nope.” “That’s pretty gross, actually.” They all seem to reply at once, but Penelope pushes another drink into your hand as soon as you’re done and gets ready to launch a counter-attack.

“Are you curious about it?” She leaves it at that, and if you weren’t so drunk, you’d have seen them all lean into you, desperate for your answer and ready to hang off of your every word. "Do you think about you and him… You know?"

“Every night,” you sigh dreamily. And you’re telling the truth. In the recent months, you’d found yourself waking up a little hot and bothered after some rather steamy midnight encounters with the Good Doctor. You’d become close to him over the few months you’d worked with him as a member of the team, but it wasn’t like you’d had a crush on him or anything. It was more like your body had an unconscious appreciation of his body. Or at least for certain parts of his body.

“His fingers are really nice, you know. And they’re big, too. Just makes a girl curious, s’all.” You down the proffered drink, hiding your remaining shame behind the glass.

“No, no, no babycakes, we’re gonna need more details than that if you’re gonna claim that you want to fuck Reid more than Morgan.” Penelope insisted, more forceful now than before.

“And what exactly does every night mean, Y/N? Something you should be telling us?” JJ wiggled her eyebrows at you and you lost it for a few seconds having a giggling fit.

“Okay, okay, it’s just… You’ve seen how he looks, right? And there was that one case three weeks back. He confronted that accomplice, and when he was about to bolt he slammed him against the wall and held him there like he’d barely broken a sweat. And you know how it is, we see Morgan kicking down doors on the daily, so I thought I wouldn’t be that interested in feats of physical strength, but my only thought in that moment was that I’d rather like him to slam…me…against that …wall.” You slowed down your speech at the end, looking up to see what looked to you like the grinning faces of three wolves staring down at their prey.

“And now I need another drink, anyone up for another round?” You squeaked out, changing the topic before any of the others could make their own comments.

–X–

Your second round of margarita’s was probably where things went irreversibly wrong for you. You’d returned to the table with two rounds of shots for all, having queued up four songs on the ancient jukebox you’d seen in the corner, hoping to entice the girls away from conversation, and it had worked.

After you’d bought the first two rounds, JJ had bought you another, and then Emily had splurged on another three, and then Garcia had rounded the hour out with one more shot, this time with sparklers attached.

So by the time you got back to your table and took a much needed swig of a drink that didn’t have to go down all at once, you were feeling well past drunk, to say the least.

But with the free-flowing alcohol came the lack of inhibition, so you really didn’t care. True to their word, the girls had been doing their best to convince you to dance with some of the guys in the bar since you’d gotten up, but truthfully none of them had enticed you.

But now, the night was running out, and the alcohol had you a bit hot and bothered, so when you felt a nice, hard body press up gently against yours, you decided to take advantage of the situation. Without looking back, you wrapped your hand around the one of his that had grazed your hips and held in there, moving your hips back and forth and beginning to grind back into your mystery man.

He was a little bit still at first, but eventually began making some slow movements along with you, and you could see the others cheering for you from a distance, Emily especially whooping from her perch at the bar.

You felt the voice lean down to your ear after a minute or so, and you tilted your neck up to hear the tall man a little better.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” He whispered against your skin, still letting him guide you through the music. Had you been sober, you’d have realised the voice was more than familiar, especially since he’d said your name, but you were not, and so you did not.

“Well, if you’re lucky, tonight I’ll be doing you?” you giggled back, looking up at the man quickly. But with the hazy lights of the bar and the copious amount of alcohol you’ve ingested, you don’t catch a good enough glimpse of the man to realise he’s your coworker.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink,” he says, when you start to pull him towards the bar, his grip on your hips tightening, accidentally pressing you back into what you expect to be his semi-erect cock, straining against your clothing.

“Oh, what, wanna take me home right now? That’s okay with me, mister.” You giggle, grinding back into him more intentionally this time. You grip his hand and try to force it up to touch more of you, utterly carefree about throwing yourself on what you presume to be a stranger in the middle of a bar.

Before you manage to, however, he lets out a frustrated groan and turns you around by your hips, forcing you to look him in the eye for a little bit longer, and all of your senses finally start working once again.

“Yes, Y/N, we’re going now. Penelope called me 15 minutes ago and said you were ready for that ride home and I can see now that she was right,” Reid leant down so you could hear him enough, but your brain was short circuiting.

You’d been grinding on your coworker. The one that had been the cause of so much of your sexual frustration for the past god knows how long. Spencer was right in front of you, and he hadn’t loosened his grip on you that much. Spencer was right in front of you and his erection was poking into you.

Really, your following actions shouldn’t be held against you in the slightest given the situation.

“Are you going to take me home, Doctor? Lay me down in bed and get me nice and comfortable?” you giggled up at the man, now enjoying the way your insinuations were making him blush.

“Y/N, you’re not being fair. We need to get the others and go,” he shot back, irritation dripping from his tone.

“Oh I’m sorry, am I being a bad girl?”

“You’re certainly being very difficult- what are you doing?” He jolted as you moved your hands to his fair, beginning to play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“It’s softer than I imagined it would be,” you giggled again, pressing yourself forward to press a kiss against his neck.

“Okay, we need to get you home,” he panicked, grabbing both of your hands, pressing them against your sides, spinning you around and walking you back towards the other girls.

“Hello Spencer~” the girls all giggled as you approached. You struggled against his grip a little, but he kept you firmly in place, man-handling you slightly, and you practically melted into his touch.

“Who let Y/N drink this much? Don’t answer that, you’ve all been drinking the same amount, right?” He left out a frustrated breath, and ran one hand through his hair. You attempted to move again, but he’d practically pinned you to the table. Your hips were pressed into the edge of it, his hips pressed against you, forcing you up against the table in a way that should have been uncomfortable. His other hand was resting near your discarded glass, caging you in almost entirely.

“Cars out front, lets go,” he said, his jaw twitching with anger now.

“No need, lover boy, taxis are coming to pick myself, Penelope and JJ up as we speak,” Emily slurred the words, but got the idea across well enough. “You’ll just be needing to take this little kitten home and you’re done for the night.”

They were all giggling now, as you let out a childlike yay, your excitement evident on your face.

“We’ll wait and see you all off together at least, so outside now. She needs some fresh air or something,” he was practically talking to a wall at that point, but after a few repetitions, the women acquiesced and moved outside.

“Ooh, that’s my taxi, gotta go,” Garcia practically runs from you the moment you step outside, and you wave at her whilst wrapped around one of Reid’s arms, stumbling with each step.

“Use protection my sweet babies,” she shouts as she slams the car door just as her car drives away, leaving a spluttering Spencer unable to respond that he’s not touching you tonight while you’re in this state.

The taxis for Emily and JJ arrive swiftly as well, and the two soon depart with similar messages and soon you find yourself alone with Spencer once again.

“So, your place or mine,” you smirk, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes in the sweetest way you can manage.

“You’re drunk, Y/N, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Drunk I may be, Doctor, but I absolutely know what I’m saying. I’m saying I want you to shove me against a wall and finger fuck me until I don’t know how to walk anymore.”

“Goddamnit, Y/N, someone’s gonna hear you.”

“Oh you want me to be quiet? If you take my panties off and push them into my mouth maybe you could shut me up for a few minutes.”

“Get in the car, now.” You stick your tongue out at him, but hop into the passenger seat. He slams the door in your face and takes a few deep breaths before moving around and getting in himself.

–X–

Despite having the window open the entire car journey, hoping that the fresh air will do you some good, you’re still on top form when Spencer pulls up to your apartment.

“I didn’t even give you my address,” you pouted, as you tried, unsuccessfully, to remove your seatbelt.

“I memorised your file, now let’s get you into bed,” he unclasps it for you, and you use the close proximity to drop a kiss on his cheek.

“Only if you get into bed with me, hot stuff,” you wink at him and make for the door. “You know, you’re going to remember everything I said in the morning, right?” You asked him.

“Unfortunately, yes,” he muttered under his breath as he caught you just as you were about to teeter into the hedge on the shared green space. You wrapped your arms around his neck for the second time that night and stopped him in his tracks. Looking deep into his eyes, you took one of your hands and traced it gently over the side of his face and down his neck, your eyes following your fingers. He gulped involuntarily when you hit his adams apple, and you snapped your eyes back to him.

“Chances are that I’m probably not going to remember any of this, right?” You smiled up at him.

“Alcohol induced memory blackouts tend to occur in binge-drinkers whose alcohol levels have hit at least 0.16%, and further studies show that 50% of adults will experience some kind of alcohol-related memory loss in their lives, so yes, I’d say you’re probably not going to remember any of this.” He shot back, almost entirely still in anticipation of your next move.

“Good, then I might as well enjoy the moment while it lasts right.” As soon as the words were out of your mouth, your lips crashed into his, and after a beat, his reciprocated, moving over yours just as hungrily. He moved now, walking you back to your door, lips still locked in a ferocious battle for dominance, until he pinched your arm slightly. You gasped a little, ready to pull back and complain about the pain, but suddenly his tongue was in your mouth and you were back at it all over again. He tapped your legs, signalling that he wanted you to jump into his arms, and you did, wrapping your legs around his centre tightly as he finished making his way to your apartment door.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments, he pulled your keys from your back pocket, and made quick work of your door.

“Bedroom, now Spencer, please I need you,” you whimpered in his arms, pressing kisses against his jaw and neck. Unfortunately, he had other ideas.

“No. We are going to the bathroom, where you’re going to wash your makeup off, brush your teeth and change your clothes, and then you are going to get in bed and sleep.” He unceremoniously dropped you at the door of your bathroom, and you slid to the ground.

Pouting up at him, you felt the tears well in your eyes.

“No! I don’t want to go to bed yet,” you sounded like a petulant child and Spencer cursed a little under his breath when he looked down at you.

“Y/N listen to me very clearly, you’re not thinking straight. You’re way past the legal limit, you can’t consent to any of this and I’m not going to sleep with you and then have you forget it in twelve hours.” His tone was harsh, but you listened to him.

Picking yourself up off the floor, you followed his instructions and got yourself ready for bed.

“Okay, I’m all done now, Doctor,” you grumbled once you were done. You half expected him to have left you there, choosing to retreat whilst you cleaned yourself up, knowing that he’d already done what was asked of him by getting you home. But he was still there perched on your bed, and you made one last attempt to get what you wanted.

As he made his way to stand up, you used the last of your strength to push him back down again and climbed into his lap. This time though, you made no attempt to take anything further, just wrapping your arms and legs around him and burrowing into his shoulder. You had to admit, you were getting particularly sleepy now.

You let out a small yawn and burrowed further into his neck just as he opened his mouth.

“Y/N, please, what are you doing?” He sounded tired now, but didn’t attempt to push you off again.

“You said I was probably not going to remember this in the morning. That’s not going to fly with me. So you’re gonna sleep here with me and tell me everything I forgot in the morning.” You informed him.

He scoffed at you, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he replied.

“So you want me to just sleep here next to you? No pushing you against a wall? No panties in your mouth?”

“Nope. Like you said, ‘s getting pretty late and it’s been a long week, so it's probably for the best if we…” You tried to finish but your tongue was so heavy in your mouth that you just couldn’t use it anymore. You felt the warm rumble of his answering laugh of disbelief as he manoeuvred the two of you under the covers, taking the time to kick off his shoes and remove his coat and shirt.

“Sleep well, Y/N, because when you wake up I’m going to make you feel all of the torment you’ve put me through tonight tenfold.”

And he held you there against his chest as both of you fell deeper and deeper into your slumber.

PART TWO

[fanfoolishness]

Determination

Liesl Ingellvar attempts to figure out the puzzle that is Lucanis... with a little help. Set immediately after the almost-kiss. Rook x Lucanis, girl talk with Bellara, honesty and romance and adult conversations and fluff, 2223 words.

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Liesl slumped down on Bellara’s cot, burying her face in her hands. “I’ve really messed things up.”

”No! I don’t think so,” said Bellara. “Start from the beginning!” She leaned forward, deeply intrigued, clearly as riveted as if it was one of her serials.

Liesl took a deep breath, trying to get it straight. It had only happened an hour ago. How did it seem like so much to remember? She thought back to Nevarra and to working through tricky spirit problems, one step at a time, finding the solution. She felt herself growing calmer. She was patient. She could figure this out. 

But it would probably be a little easier with a friend to be a sounding board.

”Spite had taken control of him again,” Liesl began. “He wanted to talk to me, and he was even more agitated than usual.” It always saddened her, seeing how Spite flailed and struggled in Lucanis’ body, how roughly Lucanis was forced to wrest back control. “It’s so unfair, Bellara. They’re both so miserable like that.”

“I know, Rook. It’s a terrible thing that was done to them,” Bellara said, shaking her head. “Did Spite do something? What happened next?”

“No. I waited for Spite to settle down. I knew Lucanis would want to know that he’d been safe, that he hadn’t hurt anything while he was sleepwalking.” She sighed, remembering the shame in his eyes; no matter how many times they contained Spite, Lucanis always came back to himself with that same expression. “He told me he was sorry, that he hadn’t wanted me to see him that way again.”

Bellara rested her chin on her hand, thinking. “Well, it’s not great that Spite was taking control, but it seems positive that Lucanis cares about what you think, right? Because he does. I mean, that’s been obvious for weeks. Neve and I called it ages ago!”

Liesl felt her cheeks warm, a faint smile raising her lips. “I thought so too.” So she hadn’t been imagining things these past several weeks, the way he so often turned to see her reaction to things. He weighed everyone’s words and actions carefully, an extension perhaps of his assassin’s training, discerning every detail in case it came in use later -- but he always seemed to linger on hers most of all.

“I told him I didn’t mind. And I don’t. I worry for both of them, but that’s different than it being a non-starter,” Liesl said earnestly. “You know how I feel about spirits. In the Watch we see all kinds of existences on mortal and immortal planes. I can see many ways both of them can heal.” She paused for a moment, giving Bellara a sheepish look. “I suppose it’s naive of me.”

Bellara waved a hand. “I’ve had my share of exes with… interesting issues,” she chuckled. “I get it. We all have baggage. His just glows more than most people’s.”

Liesl laughed, feeling a little better. “Very glowy indeed.” She leaned back on the cot, folding her legs up underneath her and holding out her hands to gesture. “All right. So I may have flirted a bit when I told him I didn’t mind everything with Spite, and he said ‘you deserve more than to deal with my mess.’”

“Aww!” Bellara said. “Was he trying to do the noble push you away because he’s too broody thing?”

“The very same,” Liesl said. “And it wasn’t a line like in a romance. He truly meant it.”

“How could you tell?”

“He’s a terrible liar.” She stopped. Her own words struck her like a blow. He’s a terrible liar.

What had those bedroom eyes, that lean against the wall, that almost kiss been but -- but a lie? An act?

Her mind whirled. “I’ve just realized something.”

“What?”

“I thought he was going to kiss me back there. He was suddenly so suave, so seductive -- it was absolutely fiery, I won’t lie, and I was so ready to take him up on it -- but -- that’s not him, Bel.” She let out a long breath. “He tried. And he couldn’t. And that’s when he backed off, said he had to clear his head, and he practically ran out of there. I saw him up on the steps outside, just… looking out at the Fade. Like he didn’t know what to do with himself.” She chewed on her lower lip, concerned for him. “I think maybe it wasn’t my fault. Maybe he scared himself. He was doing something he didn’t fully believe in.”

Bellara leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest and considering one of the many whirling enchantments dangling overhead. “I think you’re onto something.”

Liesl cracked a smile. “Now you sound like Neve.”

“Ooh, really? Thanks, Rook!” she laughed. “But let’s take it rationally. Have we ever heard Lucanis talk about a lover? Or a fling? Or… anyone, really, that way?”

“No. Everything has been the Crows, or the Ossuary, or family, or cooking. Or wyverns. He is very into wyverns,” Liesl said. “It’s… very cute, actually. I don’t know when I’m going to tell him where I got my scars.”

“You haven’t told him about the possessed wyvern of the Silent Plains? Shit, I remember hearing about that at the last Arlathven!” Bellara said in disbelief. “I mean, I didn’t know I’d meet you someday! But Clan Meridwhen thought you were amazing. We all heard the stories of the Dalish Mourn Watcher and the wyvern.”

“Well, really I got my ass kicked. Kind of embarrassing to know how far that story traveled!” Liesl said, reaching up to rub at one of the wide scars crossing her face. Even years later, the texture of her skin felt different, both thinner and more leathery than the rest of the cheek surrounding it. She shook her head, chuckling. “But anyway. No, I’ve never heard Lucanis talk like that about anyone. Even Illario hasn’t mentioned anything. I had assumed he was simply very private about such things.”

“Or maybe he’s never really had the chance,” Bellara said. “It sounds like his life was plotted out from day one. Maybe he never had the time, or the interest. And now he does, with Spite and the gods and everything going on --”

“And he doesn’t know where to begin.” She nodded to herself. The thought felt right. She’d gone backwards and forwards over what she’d said to him, and hadn’t been able to find where she could have scared him off. But she’d seen how harshly he judged himself in everything. Maybe this was like that, too. 

“You have a wild look in your eye, Rook,” Bellara said.

“Call it… determination.”

---

She thought she might have to search all over the Lighthouse for him. He wasn’t in the kitchen or his little pantry room, nor up the stairs, hiding out on his own. He wasn’t in the courtyard or in the meeting room. She thought of going round to everyone’s rooms until she found him, but she’d already pulled Bellara into this as her confidante, and she didn’t need everyone giggling about them. She decided to head back to her quarters for now, but to look for him after dinner. No matter what, they would figure this out today. Whether it was what she hoped for or the alternative, they needed to settle this, and she would see it done.

Except he was already there in her room, sitting on the settee, the line of his shoulders stiff and awkward and uncomfortable. He did not turn to look at her, although she cleared her throat as she entered. She sniffed the air, her heart thumping.

Cioccalata calda.

She sat down beside him, the silence stretching. He stared across the way at the Antivan coffee maker she had hauled in and set up with his help. Two cups sat before him, one empty with just the dregs of black coffee remaining, the other full. She reached out to touch her cup. Cold. 

She channeled a little fire between her fingertips, and the cioccalata calda steamed for her, its scent rich and full once more. She took the cup into her hands and took a careful sip, blowing on it first. It was delicious, even better than it had been at his favorite cafe.

“It’s wonderful,” she said, breaking the silence and turning to face him.

Lucanis tried to smile, but it was as if his mouth didn’t quite work. It was as stiff as his shoulders. “I am sorry it got cold. I did not get the timing right, it seems.”

“It’s all right,” Liesl said. “See? Good as new.” She took another sip, relishing the deep chocolate flavor, the warmth it built in her chest. Her leg shivered slightly with nerves, and she set the cup down before she could accidentally jitter it. “Lucanis --”

“Forgive me, Rook,” he said, ducking his head.

“For what?” she asked softly. “For flirting? For things… heating up? Or for stepping aside?”

“All of it,” he said miserably, still looking away from her.

She reached out to touch him, but hesitated, remembering how he’d stiffened when she brushed her finger against his chest. She’d thought then he was simply excited, but now she wasn’t so sure. She stopped, her hand hovering above his arm. “Is it all right if -- if I touch you?”

Lucanis turned back to her, eyes wide with a mixture of trepidation and want. “I… think I want you to. But I don’t know. And it is killing me.”

She let her hand fall back to her lap, despite how much she wanted to lay it along his arm. “What do you want, truly? I care about you, Lucanis. As a friend. As a member of this team. And as something more.” She gave him a crooked smile. “I’d like to… explore that with you. But if you’d rather we stay -- teammates -- I can do that.” The thought made her stomach sink, but if he didn’t want this, she needed to know. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“I care about you, Rook,” he said, his dark brown eyes as earnest as ever. “I do. Even if I do not know how to show it.” He closed his eyes, rubbing at his face with one hand. “All of this is… new to me. You should be with someone who knows how --”

“Shh,” Liesl said. “You do show it.” She glanced down at her cup, the steam still wafting the sweet scent of chocolate. “Maybe we show it in different ways. Or on different schedules. But I’d like to figure it out with you.”

He smiled, disbelieving. “Could you really be that patient?”

Relief flooded through her. He did want this, and if he needed things on different terms or a different pace, she could do that. She could do it in spades. 

“Lucanis, I’m a Mourn Watcher. Some of our rituals take months to do properly. I can be patient, when it’s worth it.” She picked up the cup of cioccalata calda again and finished it, sighing contentedly. “Do you understand?”

He tilted his head, regarding her with that soft look she was starting to realize he only wore for her. “You are certainly worth it.”

“Right back at you. Believe it or not.”

He laughed then, a real and solid laugh, the sort that made his eyes crinkle and her knees go weak. “There you go again.”

“Parting the clouds of doom?” she asked playfully.

“It is your specialty. One I can hardly believe I deserve.” He smiled again. “I have kept you long enough. I should go.” He reached out to take the empty cup from her hand, cupping one hand around its outer edge. Then he reached up with his other hand, laying it haltingly over her own. 

He was trembling. So was she, if she was to be honest. She looked into his face, checking for the confident mask he’d tried to wear earlier, for a sign that this wasn’t really what he wanted. But his face was open and trusting, raw and vulnerable in a way she could scarcely bear. She swallowed, drinking in the moment.

His hand was warm, callused, strong against hers. His thumb shyly caressed the back of her hand, stroking soft arcs across her skin. One breath, two, three. She ached for more, and yet was wholly satisfied with this moment, with him.

He nodded, then carefully took the cup from her hand, breaking the connection. She let out a long, slow breath and was gratified to see him do the same.

Lucanis reached out with his other hand, taking his empty coffee cup and getting to his feet. He gazed down at her. “I like your plan.”

“Which plan is that?” Liesl asked, leaning back. She beamed at him.

“To figure this out… Together,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

“Ah,” Liesl said. “Yes. That.” She held his gaze for a moment longer, her giddy grin going suddenly shy.

“Thank you, Rook.” He turned and walked away, a clear lightness in his step.

Liesl sank back onto the settee, closing her eyes, picturing Lucanis’s deep brown eyes, the touch of his hand, the warmth of his smile. 

Ah. That had gone rather well.

She couldn’t wait to tell Bellara.

[barfygutcheck]

sourdough starter snack

/recently found out that live yeast might ferment in the stomach for a while if large quantities of it are eaten. think noises, think expansion. so this fic happened. uhh/

Jackie’s dorm room was quiet, save for the hum of the AC and the rustle of pages turning as she sat in the living room, reviewing her notes. She had a tendency to stay up late cramming. It was just past midnight, and the dim glow of the kitchen light spilled into the living room.

Jackie had been so wrapped up in her studying, she hadn’t noticed the soft sounds of someone moving around in the kitchenette until she heard the faint scraping of a spoon against a bowl. She glanced up from her notebook, frowning slightly. An hour ago, Sawyer had settled on the couch (trying to be considerate of Jackie’s roommate), but it looked like her stomach decided otherwise — a thought Jackie couldn’t help but find stimulating.

It wasn’t unusual for Sawyer to raid the fridge late at night, considering her appetite, but checking on her anyways couldn’t hurt.

Jackie slipped out of bed, quietly padding down the hall. As she approached the kitchen, the sound of the spoon grew clearer. Jackie had a pretty good idea what she was about to find.

“Sully?” she called out, folding her arms over her chest.

“Hmm?” came a muffled response from the kitchen.

When Jackie turned the corner into the kitchen, her suspicion was confirmed. There, standing at the counter with a big mixing bowl clutched in one hand and a spoon halfway to her mouth, was Sawyer. Her eyes were glued to the bowl, completely oblivious to Jackie’s presence.

Jackie’s eyes widened when she saw the unmistakable texture and bubbles of leavening. The bowl wasn’t just any bowl. It was her sourdough starter — weeks of careful fermentation and feeding, gone, or at least half gone, if the looks of it were anything to go by.

“Oh my God, Sully. What are you doing?” Jackie blurted out, rushing forward.

Sawyer looked up, mid-chew, her cheeks full. She swallowed slowly, then grinned sheepishly, as if she hadn’t just committed what Jackie considered to be the culinary equivalent of a felony.

“Uh… hey, babe. Eating cookie dough… duh,” she mumbled through another bite, lifting the spoon and gesturing toward the bowl. “I didn’t know you made some. It’s pretty good, but kind of tangy. Want a bite?”

Jackie’s heart skipped a beat. Her brain stumbled over itself, trying to process what she was seeing as Sawyer scooped up another spoonful into her mouth. Cookie dough?

“That’s not cookie dough, that’s—” she said, her voice pitching higher with every word. She raked a hand through her hair, trying to figure out how to break the news. “That’s sourdough starter, Sully!”

Sawyer froze, spoon hovering halfway to her mouth, and blinked at Jackie. “Uh… what?”

Jackie rubbed a hand over her face, groaning. “It’s sourdough starter. It’s fermented! Not something you just eat… raw!”

Sawyer’s eyes darted to the bowl, then to the spoon, which she’d been licking, then back to Jackie. The confusion was clear on her face, but slowly, ever so slowly, it began to dawn on her that she might’ve seriously messed up.

“Wait…” Sawyer furrowed her brow. “So, it’s… not edible?”

“No! Well, I mean, not like that!” Jackie threw her hands up. “You don’t just eat it! It’s used to make bread rise. It’s filled with live cultures and bacteria—”

Sawyer flinched at the word “bacteria,” her gaze flicking to the bowl in her hands. “It’s alive?”

“Yeah, as in yeast! You’re supposed to let it ferment for days to make bread.” Jackie pressed a hand to her forehead. “How much did you eat?”

Sawyer placed the bowl down on the counter, eyeing the near-empty contents. She hesitated, then shrugged. “I dunno. Like, a lot?”

“A lot? Sully, that’s—” Jackie cut herself off, taking a deep breath. “Sully, that stuff expands when it’s heated up. Who knows how much of that is sitting in — in your stomach right now!”

Sawyer’s eyes shifted down to her stomach, which now seemed even more ominous with the knowledge of what was inside. She gulped, eyes widening. “It expands?”

“Yes. And I’m fairly sure it’s going to make you really sick if you’ve eaten as much as it looks like you have.”

Sawyer’s expression began to falter. A hand instinctively moved to rest on her abdomen, and for the first time that night, she looked genuinely worried. Her belly felt like a rock had dropped inside, pressing against her insides as it expanded.

“Uh… now that you mention it…” she said, her fingers prodding lightly against her belly. “I do feel kinda weird…”

Jackie watched. Typically, this kind of situation would have her blushing; Sawyer had a habit of overindulging and feeling the consequences. But this time, what she’d eaten wasn’t just a bad call — it could really upset her stomach. Jackie wasn’t aroused in the slightest, only concerned. “What kind of weird? Stomachache?”

Sawyer paused, her face scrunching up as she tried to gauge how she was feeling. “It’s not, like, painful. But it’s definitely feeling… off. Like, kinda tight. Heavy.”

As if her belly was starting to rise like dough. Like bread in an oven. Live yeast thrives in warm environments, and the human stomach is warm. Particularly Sawyer’s gut, since Sawyer was like a living, walking furnace, always overheating.

Jackie was already thinking through their options. Nothing in her two years of medical studies equipped her for a girlfriend who had mistaken sourdough starter for cookie dough, and she was unsure of what to do when that sourdough decided to fight back in her girlfriend’s belly. “Okay. Well, your body’s probably trying to process all that yeast. You just ate half a bowl of fermented dough, I mean, we need to keep an eye on this.”

Sawyer stared down at her stomach again, a flash of panic crossing her face. “Oh, crap. I thought it was cookie dough,” she pitifully blurted, as if saying it louder would make it somehow less of an issue.

Jackie shook her head, reaching out to gently push Sawyer into one of the kitchen chairs. “Alright, alright. Just sit down. You’ll wake Willow up.”

Sawyer plopped down into the chair, slowly rubbing circles over the front of her tank top. “I just saw food, and I thought—”

“You just saw food and thought, ‘must eat now,’” Jackie put in playfully.

Sawyer cracked a weak smile. “Yeah, something like that.”

Jackie stood up, fetching a glass of water and placing it in front of Sawyer. Even though Jackie had never seen Sawyer do anything this stupid before, she knew Sawyer had pulled some dumb stunts in the past. Jackie realized that all Sawyer needed was a little patience and attention, and she would bounce back like new. “Drink this. It might help a little.”

Sawyer obediently took the glass and sipped it slowly. She grimaced, glancing down at her stomach. It churned, making thick, sloshy sounds, and she could swear she felt it expand just a little more with each passing second. “Uh, Jackie, I think it’s getting worse.”

At this, Jackie’s eyes snapped to Sawyer’s midsection. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but Sawyer’s usually flat stomach did seem a little bloated, like it was already reacting to the mass of sourdough starter she had so thoughtlessly consumed. The sourdough starter wasn’t exactly the villain here — it was just doing its thing. And it must’ve been having a field day in Sawyer’s stomach, bubbling, fermenting the sugars and starches it could find.

It had taken weeks to build it up, feeding it daily, watching it grow into a thriving colony of yeast and bacteria, preparing it to make bread. And now, more than half of it was gone, sitting inside Sawyer’s stomach instead of turning into a fresh loaf.

“We need to get you to the bathroom,” Jackie said firmly, moving to her side.

Sully gave her a wide-eyed look. “You think I’m gonna be sick or something?”

“We’re not taking any chances.” Jackie grabbed her by the arm, pulling her gently toward the door — no easy feat when Sawyer had both the weight and height advantage at a full head taller.

A deep gurgle came from the depth of Sawyer’s stomach, echoing in the dim-lit hallway. “Oh man… I don’t feel so good…”

“Well,” Jackie muttered, helping her girlfriend out of the kitchen, “you did just eat a half gallon of live bacteria and flour — perhaps more.”

They hurried the rest of the way to the bathroom, where Jackie eased Sawyer down onto the floor beside the toilet.

Sawyer leaned against the cool tile, looking utterly miserable. Her face had lost its color, and her curls, damp with sweat, stuck to her forehead. She groaned softly, rubbing her taut belly. “I can’t believe I’m gonna throw up bread before it’s even bread.”

Jackie snorted despite herself. “That’s one way to look at it.”

“Next time,” Sawyer said, her voice weak, “just label your bowls.” She could feel the heavy, bloated weight pressing against her insides, sluggish, bubbling uncomfortably as if everything inside was expanding and shifting, trying to find a way out.

It was only a matter of time before it all came rushing back up.

Jackie patted her girlfriend’s knee. “I will. But next time, just ask before you go shoveling random stuff into your mouth, dumbass.”

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [sheva] to JILL VALENTINE .

WEREWOLF STARTER PROMPTS

❝ what big teeth you have… ❞

If Sheva was the girl who ventured into the woods , armed with only a basket of bread and a cape the colour of her blood, then Jill was the wolf along the less-trodden road , the being of fur and teeth at the end of it .

When the other had told her of her favourite story , neither had expected it to become their reality . Neither of them had expected to take on the characters themselves , and neither could have fathomed something like this .

It had already been a good few months since they had found out , come to terms with it - they had found their own ways to help each other . They both had changed in one way or another - Jill was a prime example of that .

Canines like knives , sharp and so glaringly different from the rest of her teeth , back molars shifted into something that could rend flesh from bone easier than anything else . Her eyes seemed to bare a much wilder sense to it - if someone had looked closely these past few weeks , they might have noticed it shift to something that resembled an actual wolf's - not quite , but it was uncanny . She seemed to carry herself with an unnatural awareness , Jill's senses were far sharper than they were supposed to be , and it had taken weeks for her to slowly acclimitaze to noticing every small thing that would have otherwise not bothered her in the slightest . Those were even without mentioning the things that happened when the light left the earth , when she had barely begun to try and see if she could turn it into something she could do voluntarily . She still feared it , but was slowly beginning to try and see it as something that wasn't inherently a curse .

Jill's teeth made themselves evident in her soft smile , a light amused breath escaping her at Sheva's words . She recognized the words from the book of fairytales the other agent had left on her desk a while ago , and knew that was likely the source.

"Think they're starting to grow on me ."

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

I BEG OF THE BARBMON RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS PLEASE <3

(Btw I love your blog!! :D)

Okay so this is another relationship I haven't really thought about since we know both Barbatos and Solomon have some bad blood. Though that can't stop me from changing things up a bit. I was wondering whether or not I should include a romantic relationship or just fix their relationship all together. When I tried off with the romance it worked out perfectly and I happen to like it so here it is. Enjoy!

(There could have been a misunderstanding so If you meant Barbatos x Mammon please don't refrain from reaching out to me)

Contains: Fluff

Barbatos x Solomon

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Barbatos x Solomon relationship hcs

• So for starters.. it's well known that Barbatos and Solomon don't have the best relationship going on (Based on Nightbringer, so I assume they are still strained in OM) but I suppose we can make it work as enemies to lovers.

• At first Barbatos does everything and when I say everything I mean EVERYTHING to try and avoid Solomon, to which he of course doesn't seem particularly happy. Though due to the pact Solomon has with Barbatos the sorcerer can use the demon to his advantage.

• The first time they are forced to share a talk is when Diavolo invited Solomon over at the Demon Lord's castle to discuss some important matters. When Solomon arrived he was welcomed by Barbatos (Certainly not warmly) and the demon led the sorcerer to the meeting room. Suddenly Barbatos gets an unexpected call from Diavolo, saying that he'll be late to the meeting and he'd do well to inform Solomon. Barbatos sighs and when the prince hangs up the phone he looks over at the human.

-You are free to go, if you must. The Young Lord is currently busy so the meeting shall be rescheduled for a later hour.

-I'll wait here. I don't mind. –Solomon speaks firmly and doesn't move from his seat. Barbatos glares over at Solomon and moves his gaze away after a minute.

-So, Barbatos. How have you been doing? -The sorcerer questions, trying to engage in a conversation.

-Kindly, Solomon, that's none of your concern. –Barbatos answers and looks over at his watch to check the time.

-I'm just asking. I'm not doing any harm. –Solomon states and moves his piercing gaze towards the demon who was already glaring at him.

-Fine, if you insist. I've been doing particularly great, of course when you are not around. As for when you are... Hm.. I won't offend you, Solomon. –Barbatos speaks in a firm tone.

-No need to be so negative, Barbatos. –Solomon responds and that's when suddenly Diavolo enters the room.

-I'm sorry for being late but I had some matters to attend to. I'm glad you are already here, Solomon. That means we can start right away. – The demon prince states and the meeting begins. Solomon and Barbatos don't talk afterwards.

• As time goes by Solomon does notice that Barbatos doesn't seem comfortable when he is around so he decides to take action. The sorcerer has put his hands on a rare variety of human world tea a few months ago so he decides to send it over to Barbatos as a gift.

• Barbatos won't admit it but he was thrilled to see Solomon's gift and prepare the Young Master's afternoon tea with it. (He tastes it to see whether it's poisoned or not so he could give it to Diavolo safely)

• Solomon continues to send the demon different stuff he knows he is interested in for the next few weeks before Barbatos arrives at his doorstep to thank him. He didn't seem as tense around the sorcerer as he did before.

• The sorcerer was smug about the fact that his plan worked. That he managed to make Barbatos hate him a little less. While Barbatos was actually questioning why he felt less hate towards the human sorcerer just from a few gifts.

• One time the demon and the sorcerer met over at a café by accident but decided to take the opportunity and talk over a cup of coffee. Solomon manages to make Barbatos say why he dislikes him so much and when he does Solomon was shocked at how dumb the reason was. He reassured the demon that things weren't exactly how he thought they were and Barbatos doesn't have a reason not to trust him. Before leaving the café Barbatos apologises to Solomon and says they can be friends.

-It's time for me to leave, Barbatos. But I'm glad we had this talk. –Solomon clears his throat and stands up from his seat and Barbatos follows. The demon walks over to the human and takes one of his hands, bringing it up to his lips and gently placing a kiss to his knuckles.

-I'm sorry for the wrong assumptions, Solomon. Please accept my apology. I would appreciate it if we could continue being friends.

-Of course, Barbatos. Misunderstandings happen. There is no need to apologise. And yes. I would like it if we could be friends as well.

• From that day onward things between those two warm up and they find out that they have similar interests. They go out to hang out from time to time when Barbatos has free time and overtime something changes...

• Both begin feeling slightly different... To say the least. It's not just regular friendship anymore. Things change. They get closer. When they are together they share more intimate and personal conversations and the two of them seem to feel the need to hang out more often.

• One time their hands brushed accidentally and both of them felt their heart skip. That's when they knew. It was.. attraction.

• Barbatos takes matters into hands and decides to tell Solomon about how he feels. Surprisingly for him though he finds out the sorcerer feels the same. And they come to the conclusion that it's best if they explore it further.

•Their first kiss was a few weeks up to a month after Barbatos' confession. Solomon had invited the demon over at his place and during their conversation Solomon couldn't resist anymore. Barbatos was sitting next to him and that was making it harder for Solomon. He placed his hand on the demon's jaw and brought their faces together. Their lips met for the first time in a gentle but lingering kiss. After they pull away Barbatos looks over at Solomon with a faint redness in his cheeks and whispers.

-I've been waiting for this to happen..

•After the day of the first kiss Solomon and Barbatos decide to become lovers. Barbatos insisted on taking things slow and after a week or two into the relationship he mentions that to Diavolo. When he hears that he's so happy that he was about to throw a whole event in the Devildom to celebrate the two lovers. Barbatos manages to stop him from doing so since he wants his relationship to be more private.

•Diavolo loosens his workload over Barbatos so he could have more free time to spend with his partner. (Barbatos hesitated at first but gave in)

•Diavolo makes sure to share the news about the couple with the angels and the brothers secretly from Barbatos.

•As for the couple, they are really happy together. Neither of them expected for this to happen but they don't regret it a single bit.

•Their relationship is beautiful. Romantic dates, warm embraces, slow and passionate kisses which often lead to passionate love making and overall pure joy.

• As for who dominates in bed I would say that is Solomon. (He is the master in the relationship from the beginning after all)

• Barbatos often helps Solomon with his experiments so in a matter of months Solomon's popularity shines like never before. He is the most wise and successful sorcerer ever known.

•Solomon often brings Barbatos different teas from the human world. And Barbatos makes the most delicious tea ever known for his lover. They share it together while cuddling and discussing whatever comes to mind.

•When it comes to nicknames Barbatos calls Solomon: "my dear", "darling" or "my love" while Solomon often uses only "love"

• Solomon randomly walks up to Barbatos and tells him he loves him out of the blue just to make him smile and brighten his day.

-Hey, love. I love you. –Solomon says and smiles warmly at Barbatos.

-Why thank you. I love you too, my dear.

[leiasources]

an  assortment  of  disney  sentence  starters.    a  compilation  of  sentence  starters  from  and  inspired  by  lilo  and  stitch,  lady  and  the  tramp,  lady  and  the  tramp  ii:  scamp’s  adventure,  the  little  mermaid  and  the  little  mermaid  ii:  return  to  the  sea.  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary  but  do  not  add  to  the  list.  thank  you!

‘ i don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad. ’

‘ if anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him ... ’

‘ have you lost your senses completely? ’

‘ i'd give anything to have what you have. ’

‘ i didn't mean it, {name}, i don't know what i was thinking! ’

‘ beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences there are, and it's all ours for the taking. ’

‘ if you promise not to fight anymore, i promise not to yell at you ... except on special occasions. ’

‘ you ... saved my life. nobody else here would have dared to do that. ’

‘ you don't know what it was like. ’

‘ i see you haven't changed a bit. ’

‘ hey! watch where you're going, stupid head! ’

‘ you don't belong on the street. you won't last five minutes out here. ’

‘ wonder what they do around here for excitement. ’

‘ do we have a lobster door? no! we have a dog door! we're getting a dog. ’

‘ we're just going to forget this whole thing ever happened. ’

‘ how could there be anything wrong with something so wonderful? ’

‘ i'm not going home! you can't make me. ’

‘ did you lose your job because of me? ’

‘ if you want to leave, you can. i'll remember you though. i remember everyone that leaves. ’

‘ i just ... i just don't feel like i belong here. have you ever felt that way? ’

‘ i'm giving you a choice, you can come with me or you can return home. ’

‘ if your father knew about this place- ’

‘ if you ask me, she's a little strange ... ’

‘ everybody thinks i'm ... weird ... ’

‘ this is great. this is living! i never get to do this at home. ’

‘ why don't you go tell my father? you're good at that. ’

‘ stop criticizing me! that's all my mother ever did, criticize me! ’

‘ you're hiding something from me ... ’

‘ remember this: a human heart has only so much room for love and affection. ’

‘ i'm going to bust us out of here, if it's the last thing i do. ’

‘ i know you're trying, {name}, but you need to think about what's best for them ... even if it removes you from the picture. ’

‘ i've given you what you've always wanted ... they're the one who's been lying to you all these years. ’

‘ it wasn't built to keep something out ... it was built to keep me in. ’

‘ you've got no one to blame but yourself. ’

‘ well ... that's what comes of tying yourself down to one person. ’

‘ we could run off together. we don't need them. ’

‘ you're just like ... like your mother. ’

‘ it's about time you settle down. ’

‘ i thought we could sit out here and talk. ’

‘ i'm sorry i bit you ... and pulled your hair ... and punched you in the face. ’

‘ sometimes you try your hardest but things don't work out the way you want them to. ’

‘ i hope that you appreciate what i go through for you. ’

‘ take my advice and settle down with this one, huh? ’

‘ i should have been home hours ago ... ’

‘ i'm late because i had to go to the store and get peanut butter because all we have is stinkin' tuna- ’

‘ no, you don't belong there, you're better than that and that's what i like about you. ’

‘ you know, i really believed they had a chance ... then you came along. ’

‘ isn't it obvious? {name}'s in love. ’

‘ why didn't you wait at the school? you were supposed to wait there! ’

‘ that's the first time i've seen you smile in weeks. ’

‘ i know that's why you wreck things and why you're mean to me sometimes ... ’

‘ i was just like you when i was your age. ’

‘ i don't need you to shelter and protect me! ’

‘ you're not like the rest of us. you're good and kind. the streets will beat that out of you if you stay. ’

‘ you really want a family, don't you? ’

‘ i've got a very comfortable home, where i know you'll be loved and appreciated ... ’

‘ why do you act so weird? ’

‘ open up your eyes to what life can really be ... ’

‘ are you going to play dolls? ’

‘ this is great. i mean, i really love this ... adventure, excitement, danger lurking around every corner ... ’

‘ you don't have to be scared of me. i won't hurt you. ’

‘ we can't go in! the sign says- ’

‘ i need you to stay here for a few minutes. i'm going to be right back. ’

‘ i'm {number} years old! i'm not a child! ’

‘ hey, i brought you some pizza in case you were hungry. ’

‘ i'm not your girl. i don't belong to anyone ... ’

‘ i wish i could tell {name} how i feel ... but they'd never understand. ’

‘ you seem very familiar ... have we met? ’

‘ people treat me different. ’

‘ i know you've been keeping something from me. ’

‘ sometimes ... things have to change and maybe sometimes they're for the better. ’

‘ you didn't think they would miss you!? ’

‘ this is you and this is your badness level. it's unusually high for someone your size. ’

‘ all i ever hear is rules, rules, rules ... don't do this and don't do that ... ’

‘ everyone has trouble fitting in at your age. i know i did. i was a regular fish out of water. ’

‘ there's a great, big hunk of world out there with no fence around it, where two people can find adventure and excitement ... ’

‘ why did you keep the truth from me? ’

‘ i bet they've got a lid on every trash can ... oh, and a fence around every tree. ’

‘ we're a broken family, aren't we? ’

‘ if it wasn't for you, i would have wound up somewhere else... ’

‘ i'm the only one who understands them. you take that way, they won't stand a chance. ’

‘ our family is little now and we don't have much but if you want you could be a part of it. ’

‘ i'm going to stuff you in the blender, push puree then bake you into a pie and feed it to- ’

‘ when you're footloose and unattached ... well, that's nothing but the best. ’

‘ what are you doing out here? don't you have a nice family back home? ’

‘ don't you have a family? ’

‘ oh man, must have been horrible having someone care about you that much ... ’

‘ you have a home and a family that loves you. you're not like the rest of us, {name}. ’

‘ i'm just so afraid i'm going to make a total fool of myself. ’

‘ you're hiding something from me ... ’

‘ i didn't think they would miss me that much ... ’

‘ have you ever seen anything so wonderful in your entire life? ’

‘ i got to get to work. stick around town and stay out of the roads, okay? ’

‘ they aren't much of a family ... but what choice do i have? ’

‘ it's clear to me that you need them a lot more than they need you. ’

‘ i might not be a doctor but i know that there's no better cure for a sour face than a couple of boards and some choice waves. what do you think?  ’

‘ you're such a pain. ’

‘ come to join the party? ’

‘ the world out there is full of traps. here? here you have a family that loves you. ’

[anarchiii]

You’re married!?-1 —ACOTAR AU

Oneshot | warnings: fluff | Azriel x Gwyn

Summary: The Archeron sisters find out something they did not expect.

Note; this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Azriel’s POV

They’d all been sitting in a lounge room in the house if wind for over four hours, drinking faerie wine and talking, non stop. Azriel was going to lose his mind if he had to stay here for another minute, besides. He wanted to go home and be with his wife —It had taken a monumental effort to even go here in the first place, his wife was pregnant with their first child, it had taken ages to get pregnant. They had started to worry that she was incapable of baring children, they had, had many visits to Madja over the years about either—or both—of them being infertile—no they weren’t—because apparently the gods had been on their side as over three weeks ago his wife had gotten pregnant, they were ecstatic of course, but even being a room away from his wife set him on edge, ‘an over bearing mother hen’ is what she’d called him, so he’d reluctantly gone out to be with his other family—

He placed his wine glass on the table, getting up as he did. Groaning at the stiff back the couch had given him. “Where are you going?” Feyre chirped from where she was sitting on Rhys’ lap, “well for starters, it’s two in the morning and I have training with Cassian in four hours and I have a wife waiting for me at home” Azriel stated. “WIFE!?” Nesta blurted out, startling poor Mor from where she’d been fast asleep on the armchair. “You have a wife?” Both Feyre and Elain said. He tried not to take that as an insult. He supposed they would’ve found out eventually. “Yes I have a wife, and a child. Is that so hard to believe?” As he finished saying that Cassian snorted Into his wine and started having a coughing fit causing Amren to chuckle. “We didn’t mean it in an offensive way of course, we were merely surprised as we have never heard you mention of a family.” Nesta said batting her eyelashes in a mocking way, he looked over to Elain to see she wore a mask of disappointment on her face, he tried not to think of why that was, besides she had a mate. He looked to Rhys for help, this was a conversation he didn’t want to be having, he didn’t like talking about his family as he didn’t want any unwanted attention to them, he had a lot of enemies. He shuddered at the thought of what could happen to them. “Indeed he does have a wife” Rhys said “I believe he’s been married for about eighty years if memory serves me right, I remember their wedding like it was yesterday.”

“Ohh yeah!” Cassian said with a grin “that was the best, I remember getting so drunk I started hitting on the bridesmaids.” He looked over to his brother and mate to see the latter giving him a look that promised a merciless death. Cassian was smart enough to look scared and— apparently turned on. He didn’t understand their dynamic and never would. “Anyway, it’d be lovely to meet them one day Az, maybe we could have a girls night.” Feyre said sweetly. He’d adored his brothers mate from the moment he’d met her—from the was Rhys was looking at her he could tell he was thinking the same thing—“well if all that’s cleared up, I will be going now, goodbye everyone” Azriel added, turning towards the balcony and stretching his wings out. With one last look at his family, looking to Elain he caught here eye, an unreadable look in here eye, he turned away. At the balcony now, he took flight and headed towards his wife.

-

After a farely long flight through the Illyrian mountains and the forest beyond he landed in front of his cabin—the cabins size more akin to a large townhouse— knocking his boots of snow on the wooden pillars of the house, he opened the door and was blasted with the heat of the crackling fireplace, he took off his boots as he walking through the house and down a corridor to his shared bedroom. He gently pushed open the door as to not make a sound and disturb his sleeping wife. He took in the sight before him, She was sprawled out across the bed, her pretty mouth slightly open. A soft snore coming from her, she was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of her underwear. Her silky red hair covering half of her freckled face. He smiled at the sight. Walking into the large adjacent bathroom, he quickly bathed himself and put on some clothes, he walked back into the bedroom walking over to the plush bed. He laid next to his wife as quietly as he could, covering himself up with the many blankets. He turned to face the sleeping beauty. Listening to her heart beat a steady rhythm, her breathing lulling him to sleep.

“Goodnight Gwyn” he whispered into the darkness. He was soon swept away into a deep slumber.

The End.

Note: this is an AU where Gwyn hasn’t met Nesta or Emerie yet, Azriel saw Gwyn one day and new she was the one, (yes Gwyn would be older) Azriel soon married Gwyn and they both moved into a cabin on the outskirts of the Illyrian mountains in a large, secluded forest. Gwyn is still a priestess she just doesn’t live there.She is pregnant with their first child (a girl).

Yes I ship Azriel and Gwyn, no I don’t ship Azriel and Elain, I think Elain should be with Lucien, fight me.

-Taglist;

@itswritten

@azriel-is-my-cinnamon-roll

@acotarfans-blog

@azrielhours

@shadowsingerr

@illyrianbitch

@itsswritten

@milswrites

@azrielslittleslut

[venushorned]

Approaching the heart of Waterdeep’s Castle Ward, Gossamer rationalized the necessity of this to herself. It was not paranoia; it was not madness. She was taking precautions—establishing contingencies. That was what a person did when they found themselves in delicate positions with powerful enemies. Just because hers was hiding in the shadows, licking his wounds, didn’t mean he planned to stay here for very long. The simple act of trying to conceptualize what “for very long” might even mean to something as old as him felt like standing over a bottomless pit with her toes hanging over the edge.

Stop. Breathe. You are in Waterdeep, and there is ocean air and glittering sky all around; there is no darkness intruding. The well-worn cobblestones beneath her feet offered a solid, grounding presence, and nearby, children swarmed a cart overflowing with garnet-colored apples and decadent white pears. Scholars in flowing robes and chiseled adventurers, obvious in their arms and armor, made their way in and out of bakeries, smithies, and stationers’ shops in every direction. The city was alive, and so was she. Nothing was coming to take that from her again.

Well. She didn’t really know how true that was, and that uncertainty was why she stood with Blackstaff Tower just across the street, its wrought-iron gates beckoning. It reminded her not at all of Sorcere, which she supposed was… neither here nor there, only it made her feel strange. Everything on the surface was different—even the magic academies. No one stopped her as she approached the gates; they swung slowly open of their own accord just as her hands made to push them apart. Sorcere had never been so accessible.

Beyond the threshold, through a courtyard spread out in a mosaic of ethereal light and shifting patches of faerie fire, Gossamer stepped into the Tower and felt reality bend around her. It wasn’t quite the same sensation as stepping into her own Magnificent Mansion spell—which she could no longer cast, she noted bitterly—but she recognized the static of being in a space within a vast, ever-expanding interior. Everywhere she looked, impossibly high ceilings disappeared into shadow, and translucent motes of light bobbed through the air.

It was a little like Gravenhollow, if anything. The thought might have been enough to turn her on her heel and send her immediately back out from whence she came, only someone had spotted her now. For better or worse, she was locked onto her current trajectory: they were going to ask if she needed help finding something, and she was going to say yes through gritted teeth, and the rest was going to happen however it happened. Maybe she would find what she was looking for; maybe she would leave disappointed and humiliated. 

That was exactly like Gravenhollow, wasn’t it? Hah. Haha. Hahaha.

“You’ll find him down that corridor,” the scribe was explaining. “Two lefts, a right, then take that hall all the way down…”

Gossamer’s feet carried her the rest of the way in a manner disturbingly separate from the rest of her; feeling only half certain that she’d fully understood the directions and hardly able to care, she floated down dark corridors that bent and cast strange shadows until—after what could have been minutes or hours–she found him. She turned a corner, poked her head through an ajar door, and there he was.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” she started, lingering in the doorway. “I don’t know if you remember me. We, um, were introduced a few weeks ago? My name is Gossamer?”

closed starter for @relentlessgrief

[niabang]

The Summer it Came True

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Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel

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Two days had passed since you bumped into him at the store.

Two days had passed since you saw his face again after what felt like forever.

Two days had passed since you realised my feelings for him were still very much there.

Two days had passed since you exchanged numbers.

Two days had passed, and he hadn't texted you.

We're you supposed to text first? Was he waiting for you to text him? You surely couldn't do that. You didn't want to seem thirsty. You had to take your mind off all this. You still didn't have designs ready for the collection. Some summer this was.

You were making myself a quick sandwich when you saw your phone light up from a message, and you just knew it was him, so you instantly dropped what you were doing and picked up your phone.

...

Chan

Hey

You

Hi

Chan

I stopped by the old neighbourhood today to visit friends, and your house still looks the exact same way it did before I left. The only difference is that no one was in it. I would have loved to see your parents again. Maybe I'll check back another time.

You

Chan... my parents died in a car crash six years ago. I stay at the beach house every summer now. That's why no one was at home.

Chan

Are you pulling my legs right now, Kel?

What do you mean?

No one told me anything, not even my mom

I'm so sorry that happened, Kel

I shouldn't have said that

I'm so sorry

You

No, don't worry, it's fine.

You didn't know

How could you have known?

Just forget about it. I'm okay.

Chan

So what's going on with you?

You

Well, for starters, after mom and dad died, they left everything to me. The houses, cars, and the entire company. I became the ceo of a multi-million dollar company at the age of 20. And I'm currently drowning in work. Other than that, nothing too interesting. You?

Chan

Oh, that's definitely not what I expected to hear. So, no parties or boyfriends or?

I already told you everything that was up with me when we bumped into each other at the store. That was pretty much it.

You

Oh, so what do you plan to do while you're here?

Chan

Well, I have two weeks here in Sydney and two weeks in Melbourne because of family, so I'm just trying to meet up with old friends, but things have changed a lot. No one actually still lives in the neighbourhood except you, Ryan, and Jade.

You

Yep, everyone did leave eventually. Some of them probably live in other countries now. I didn't keep in touch that much to know what happened to everyone.

Chan

Oh...

It'd be nice to catch up sometime

You

I'm sorry I have to go now

I'm getting a call from work

Bye chan

Why did Angie have to call you now? Why now? She called was probably calling to know how the designs were going and how were you going to tell her that you didn't have anything yet? 

You looked back at your sandwich on the table and reread the chats from your conversation. Why did he ask about boyfriends? Why did he care? He said he wanted to meet up with you. Did he truly want to see you, or were you just his only hope because everyone else was gone?

Hours passed after your little conversation with chan. It was evening now, and your butt had fully merged with your office chair. You had made some progress with the designs, but you didn't really like them, so you decided to keep those and start new ones.

You got thirsty, so you went downstairs for a drink, and that was when you heard a knock on your door. Nobody except Angie, your secretary and CJ knew knew the address to the beach house, and from what you knew, CJ was in Paris for a show, and Angie was still at work. Who could it be? You didn't order anything either, so you weren't expecting anyone.

"Who is it?" You asked, looking through the peephole, but you didn't see anyone, and no one answered, so you threw caution out the window and opened the door.

You opened the door only to be met with no one. Was someone pulling a prank on you? You were just about to shut the door and go about your business when someone wedged their foot in between it, and this wasn't just a random person it was HIM. It was Chan. What was he doing here? Why did he have a box of chocolates in his hand?

"Hi." He said with a smile on his face. You had fully opened the door now, so you just stood looking looking at each other.

"Oh my God, chan, you scared me. What are you doing here? More importantly, how did you find your way here?"

"C'mon kel have some faith in me. Things did change but not that much. Of course, I still remember the beach house."

"Oh." You said, not knowing what else to say.

"Can I come in?" He asked. You totally forgot that you were just standing on opposite sides of your door staring at each other.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'm sorry." You moved out of the way so he could make his way in. As you turned back towards him from locking the door, you were met with Chan handing out the box of chocolates to you.

"Oh, thank you. But why?" You said while stretching out my hands to collect the box like you weren't about to explode.

"It's the least I could do after disappearing for years. It's nothing." He answered your question.

It wasn't nothing. In fact, it was everything. The man you had feelings for just gave me a box of chocolates. You were losing it.

You told him to have a seat on one of the couches, and you made your way to the kitchen to drop the box of chocolates on the island

"Do you want anything?" You asked from the kitchen.

"Just water is fine." He replied. You got a bottle of water out from the fridge and handed it to him.

"Thank you. I honestly came by to see you because everything you told me about you working reminded me of me. You shouldn't keep yourself cooped up in here. I spend so much time working that i barely have time for anyone. Not even myself. I don't want that to happen to you." Chan said when he had taken a sip of water

"Well, you're about six years late, but I'll give you an A for effort." He laughed a bit when you said that and then patted the empty spot next to him on the sofa to signal you to sit down. You honestly forgot that you were still standing. This whole situation was still a bit shocking to you.

"What I'm trying to say is it's summer. You should take a break. Let me take you out tonight. Just to clear your head."

Did you hear properly, or were you having auditory hallucinations? Did he just offer to take you out? All of a sudden? Was this like a date? Of course, it wasn't a date he just wanted to catch up because he hadn't been around, and you were the only one accessible to him.

You stood there not knowing what to say so he told you that if you didn't want to come you didn't have to but you reassured him that you did want to (like you would ever pass on the opportunity to go out with him) and he should give you a few minutes to get ready. He was dressed in black cargo pants, a white shirt, and a black hat, so you decided to mirror him a bit.

You put on black cargo shorts and a cropped white tank, then coupled it with a black shrug, white socks, black platform converses, and a black mini backpack to keep your things in.

You combed my curls out, put on some light makeup, and made my way downstairs.

"Okay, I'm ready. Where exactly are we going?" You asked.

"Is the old amusement park still open at this time? I haven't been there in years." He replied your question with a question.

"Yeah, it is." You said.

"Okay, so let's go there."

"Wow, so so you didn't even have anything planned. What if the park had closed down or something?" You said sarcastically.

"Then we would have driven around till we found something to do. Now stop talking and let's go."

"Let me just grab my keys." You told him.

"Give them to me. I'll drive." He said, stretching out his hand to collect the key

"No, it's my car. I'll drive and you be my passenger princess." That was funny if you said so yourself.

"No. I insist I drive since I'm the one who suggested the outing." It was clear that you were both stubborn, and this debate on who should drive was not going to end anytime soon.

"Should we just rock, paper, scissors for it?" You suggested. He agreed, and he ended up winning. He happily took the keys from your hand and started the car while you turned off lights in the house and locked up.

You joined him in the car through the passenger seat, and he reminded you to use your seat belt for safety. You wanted to tell him that you knew very well how cars worked, but decided it was best not to say anything.

You both ended up talking about his experience in Korea, and you were more than shocked to find out that he trained for seven years without any assurance that he would debut. He only debuted in 2018. He had been a trainee longer than he had been an idol.

"We're here." He said when you arrived at the gate.

You both got out of the car and made your way to the ticketing booth, and there you had another argument about who would put money on the ride and games card.

You ended up agreeing to split the bill half and half, and proceeded to go on the rides. You couldn't help but notice just how much of a baby he still was. The way he squealed and giggled when we got on particularly scary rides, was so precious to you. He even begged for you guys not to go into the haunted house and you almost cried laughing.

It made you think about everything he told you about being a trainee for seven years and how his childhood was basically taken away from him because he wanted to pursue his dreams.

He gave up his youth for his future.

After you had gotten on basically every ride in the park, you found some benches and sat on one together. There was an awkward silence for some minutes, and you were lost in his beautiful features, but you were snapped out of thought when he got up from the bench and told you that he'd be back.

You almost wanted to follow him, but for some reason, you decided to sit back and wait. Some minutes after, he came back with an entire tray of food.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got the same thing for the both of us." He said sitting down.

You looked at what he had got, and it was hotdogs, fries, and milkshakes. You were about to combust. This man was so nice and caring. He was perfect.

By the time you were done eating, it was a little bit after 11, and you definitely couldn't go on rides after eating, so you decided to get going.

He wanted to return the games card to you before you parted ways, but you told him to keep it because he might want to come back sometime before he left, and surprisingly, he didn't argue. He just said thank you and kept it in his wallet.

The Uber that he had ordered to take him back to his hotel room had arrived, so he handed me my keys. we both said goodbye to each other and parted ways.

You didn't want him to leave yet, but what were you supposed to say? Chan, don't go. I have feelings for you?

By the time you got home, you had received a text from him.

...

Chan

Thank you for today

I haven't had this much fun in a while

You

What are you thanking me for?

I should be thanking you. You finally got me to have some fun, and plus, you suggested it

Chan

Hey, I was wondering...

It's kind of lonely in my hotel room, and I have no one to hang out with, but you.

If it's not too inconveniencing, could I come stay in the beach house with you for the remaining time I have in Sydney?

You

Typing...

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK?

Hi guys! ❤️

If anyone here wants to be added to a permanent taglist for this series feel free to tell me. I would really appreciate it. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far!

-Nia

[sterlingxlevin]

Closed starter: @thelizaxlevin

Where: Liza’s home

Sterling had been so nervous to tell anyone that she was pregnant but she found herself surprised to be afraid to tell Liza. Sterling’s older sister had been there throughout her pregnancy with Sunny and was even in the delivery room with her when she was born, so it shouldn’t be this hard to tell her it was happening again. But admittedly, Sterling felt responsible for the car accident they were in. Sterling was supposed to drive them home but she couldn’t so they got an Uber and the Uber crashed. Sterling blamed herself for it and she felt terrible for how it hurt Liza, reminding them both of losing their mom in a car accident years ago.

But a few weeks had passed and Sterling really needed her big sister so she hoped it would be fine to come back around to tell her, so she headed to her house, having left sunny with their father for the evening and knowing Wes had taken Elise with him to visit his own sister.

“I’m so happy to see you. You have no idea.” Sterling breathed when Liza opened the door and she immediately pulled her sister into a hug.

[theageofsims]

This is gonna be a shit post, but that's what I do around here.

So there's been 3 deaths. Yes -- 3.

How can this happen? Ya girl don't even know. So much is happening off my watch and to say that I'm not literally out there trying to pick my faves and runner-ups in this legacy would be a damn lie.

For starters -- Delaney. Somebody fucking tell me HOW Delaney even died though. I didn't even think vampires could actually die outside of burning up from the sun (if they aren't immune to it) -- and she was immune to it.

I knew they could die because her aunt passed away randomly about two months ago and I was going to work that into the storyline, but I had to get everyone into a new save (and been struggling making sure everyone is related where relations need to be especially since family trees have been broken).

But I didn't care about her Aunt -- I literally spent an entire like 8 hour game session awhile back when Delaney was still a teenager, to make sure she became a master vampire. Her father Timothy isn't even a master vampire (yet???) and at the rate he's going, he's closer to a damn demon rather than a vampire at this point.

I can't.

I wasn't around like at all for Delaney's childhood and most of her teenage years because I was off with the others.

It's whatever. That's just how I roll. I don't pause the aging of the Sims. They out there living their lives. Shit is gonna happen, but I had plans for Delaney.

I spent like 3 hours one night chatting with a friend about bullshit in-between us coming up with NINE boy and NINE girl names for Delaney and Coleman's unborn children.

They were supposed to have 9 children.

I don't know what happened in the original save, but Delaney was pregnant with 3 girls -- only one baby showed up after a massive glitch during her giving birth. That's why in the storyline it mentions she lost two children. What happened to them? I don't even know. I never ever had that happen.

Then she was supposed to have another set (of triplets). All nine children were supposed to be 3 sets of triplets. Well I made a mistake in MCCC, so she got pregnant with just one child... Another girl, which is Helga.

She was supposed to have 3 sons next. I had their names all picked out and ready to go... And then I find out she passed away. 😒

The game says she died of electrocution, but how? From lightening? They had no appliances or tvs in the house. Whatever the case, I just said she got stabbed in the heart by a vampire slayer because how else are vampire stories and their deaths typically told?

Fuck this game I'm through. 🤣😂🤣

I am so tired of planning shit that never ends up happening, but I also will NOT control these Sims more than I am within this legacy so they can just keep right on fucking with me! 🤣😂🤣

I knew something was going to happen to Delaney. I didn't know what or when, I mean -- she's the youngest sim to have passed away in my legacy, aside from her two daughters that never were meant to be.

I say this because she was constantly eating human food because she couldn't ever satisfy her hunger. She had that one trait -- or one of those food traits. The same as Lani (her mother) and it's like she was constantly in a state of hunger.

And then I made her a guilty drinker because she was supposed to be this like horseback rider at some point in her life so I was like oh she can just plant plama and harvest them -- and be fine.

Well -- ya girl wasn't fine. I don't know how many days she had left because she became an adult, but I'll know when I check in with Dakota (her twin sister).

Sunny, her late Aunt passed away like her first day as an Adult and I was devastated especially since Taro passed like a week before.

But anyway...

Clearly I made Coleman's death happen. I did use the random generator to find out if Timothy should be the one to end him. The random generator said yes and then I said well wait -- should Timothy end him or turn him? And the answer came back to end him so I said ya know what? Ya boy Coleman has GOT TO GO...

And that's what happened.

Now... Listen. What happened to Gavin was NOT supposed to happen to Gavin. I tried so hard to get him to safety.

I don't know what's going on with the fires in the game, but the incense is out there killing Sims. Just facts at this point. 🤷🏽‍♀️

I know I have a mod that fires do not start from fireplaces -- for years now, but I never had such an issue with incense.

I know I've had it happen, but the Sims are able to extinguish themselves or call the fire department. Sulani and Gavin couldn't do either -- and wait, Sulani's ass caught on fire, too! 👀👀👀👀

I was like OMG... I know this is NOT happening to me right now.

Well -- it happened.

But at least Sulani was finally able to extinguish herself.

And wait -- I wrote it that she tried to save him as in she dragged his ass out the house but in game he was OUTSIDE and he still got killed by the flames!

She was inside engulfed in flames and was able to extinguish herself at the last minute, but him? Not a chance. 😒☹️

[thewcllingtons]

Eric's relationship with Fleur always tettered on a line that it never really should have crossed. There is a tension between the two. They had chemistry. You could feel it in any room between the two of them. The source of the chemistry, however, is where the differences lied. Eric knew that she was into him regardless of her engagement. He played off of it. It was his goal to get her to fall for him; he needed to get something from her. This was supposed to be nothing more than a simple con job. Well, it was until a few weeks ago after a drunken kiss. Neither one of them had brought up the moment since. It's almost as if it never happened. The only thing that made him question if she really meant it is the fact that she started asking him questions about her engagement over lunch. ❝ I don't know, princess— I don't think I'm really qualified to give out relationship advice—❞ that's the best way he could put off his rather chaotic relationship history. // a closed starter for @decadentias

[justaduckarts]

21."you really think i won't choose you in a heartbeat?"

Seems fun-

OOOOOOH ANON YOU ARE SO RIGHT.

I don't know which AU you might want this for so I have decided to do DNC because it DOES NOT get the love it deserves.

This is NOT CANON. It's more of a what if.

Well. This was inevitable, you supposed. Alicia had mentioned Dave having a crush on you. Once. Like, two weeks and several horrible incidents ago.

But now? NOW was the time he chose to say something? Here? In the daycare? With Sun right beside you? Dude.

"Ahem," you shifted, rubbing the back of your neck, "uh. Wow." You laughed awkwardly. "...Sunshine. Could you give me and Dave some space?" You turned to your darling solar animatronic. The two of you had been kind of... dancing around saying how you felt. But I mean. The lingering touches. The long looks. The way he held your hand... If he didn't like you, you'd be shocked.

And probably crushed.

"O-Oh! Of course, starlight! Yes, of course! This does seem like a... private conversation... I won't be far! Just call if you need me!" Sun gave a little spin and skipped off.

"Right," you turned back to Dave, "...hi."

"Hey," he chuckled, "is that... a no, then?" He rubbed the back of his neck, looking bashful. Oh, Dave. The sweet cinnamon roll of a man.

"I'm really sorry," you said quietly, "I mean, you're really nice, but-

"You're into Sun?" He tucked his hands into his pockets. You shifted.

"I might be," you crossed your arms.

"Hey, I'm not judging you," he shrugged, "believe me, I'm his handler. I know he's... pretty charming. But I mean... he's still a machine." He looked at you pointedly. "You can't really have a relationship with company property." He shrugged.

Something about the way he said that... bothered you.

"We'll make it work," you frowned, "isn't your shift over?"

"Ah, struck a nerve, did I?" Dave shrugged once more, "well! If you change your mind, you've got my email."

"I won't," you said firmly.

"You might!" Dave tossed a wave over his shoulder. You frowned after him until he was gone.

"Jeez," you sighed, running a hand down your face. Turning, you searched for Sun. But he didn't appear to be down in the playroom anymore. Your eyes trailed up to the balcony. Maybe?

The door beside the security desk was, mercifully, unlocked. You started up the long staircase to the boys' room.

Halfway up, you could hear them talking. Well. You could hear Sun's side of the conversation anyway.

"Moon, you have to calm down, we're going to-

"I know! And- And I'm sure our star will tell him no! Mr. Dave's not their type-

"Well, no, I don't actually know, but I think-

"Moon, please, we're-

Static. You took the last half of the stairs two at a time. Through the storage room, past that creepy old arcade cabinet. You threw open the door to their room.

"Sun?"

What stood at the center of the room, violently gripping at its rays, was not exactly Sun. It wasn't quite Moon, either. It twitched and writhed. The colors of it continued to shift and swap. Like one of those old color changing lamps, blinking in and out in some unknown rhythm. Only it was happening in several patches across the poor animatronic as they struggled for control.

"Oh no," you said quietly, "you guys eclipsed again." You crossed the room.

"His fault," Sun's voice came out in a static-filled hiss.

"You were mad, too," Moon shot back with a vicious snarl, "Dave-

"Went home," you said quietly, "I told him to leave." The two slowed their struggle, looking at you. One brilliant blue eye. One burning red.

"So you didn't..." Sun looked at you. Moon growled at the meer implication.

"No, I am not going on a date with Dave," you scoffed, "I barely know him!"

"Really?" A blue hand reached for you. You took it delicately.

"Really," you nodded, "why would you think I would want to go out with Dave?"

"Well, he's human, for starters," Sun spoke in a clipped tone.

"Can leave the park," Moon added.

"His humor could use some work," Sun chimed.

"Not pretty enough for our star," Moon nodded.

"Guys! Focus," you shook your head, "I don't care about Dave."

"But what if..." Sun's hand searched for something to fidget with. You reached out and took it, grounding him there with you. You nodded for him to continue.

"What if..." He frowned, "another human liked you? Someone you liked, too?"

"You think I wouldn't choose you in a heartbeat?" You smiled up at the twitching animatronic. The color shift had finally stopped, leaving them stuck somewhere between Sun and Moon. Eclipsed.

"Star," Moon said quietly. The blue half of their face twisted with a look between longing and relief.

"You mean that?" Sun's hand squeezed yours.

"Of course I do!" You nodded eagerly. "I..." You took a breath. "I love you guys."

Sun and Moon had never before been able to operate so smoothly together while eclipsed. It was as if they were truly one. Single minded in their goal. Which, at that moment, was to drop to their knees, cup your pretty face, and kiss you with all of their heart.

You were a little shaken by the sudden action, but given how screwy their impulse control had been lately, you let it go. You threw your arms around their shoulders and laughed as they wrapped tight around you.

"Our star," they spoke, and their voice was both Sun's and Moon's, layered together in a strange harmony. Discordant. But not grating.

"Moonbeam. Sunshine," you squeezed them tight, "we need to talk about how you handle your pent up feelings." They stiffened in your arms.

"Of course," Sun said cheerfully, "Moon needs to learn to manage his temper!"

"And so do you," Moon grumbled.

"Guys," you pulled back, "c'mon. No more arguing. You'll get stuck like this." You vaguely gestured to their eclipsed form.

"Wouldn't be so bad," Moon shrugged, "if we get to keep kissing you." He grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the light.

"He's right," Sun nodded eagerly. Your face burned.

"Hold on, you guys can't gang up on me," you laughed.

"We're not," Sun said, wrapping an arm around you to prevent you from escaping.

"We're just sharing," Moon chuckled, his arm circling you as well.

Oh. You were going to melt.

[aquietwritingcorner]

Hostage Situation

Title: Hostage Situation Day: Febuwhump Day 17 Prompt: Hostage Situation  Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 1258  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters: Casey Jones, Michelangelo Warning: NA Summary: This was not how Casey Jones had expected his night to go. Maybe he and Mike had gotten a little too complacent when it came to Purple Dragons. But that didn’t matter, because Mikey was out of it, laying behind some Purple Dragons, with a machete near his neck, and Casey wasn’t close enough to do anything about it.    Notes:     ff.net || AO3

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Hostage Situation

This was not how Casey Jones had expected his night to go. Maybe he should have. Maybe he should have been expecting anything to happen. Maybe he and Mike had gotten a little too complacent when it came to Purple Dragons. Maybe the Dragons had been stepping up their game lately. But while they were a threat, small groups of them didn’t usually get the drop on them. Not like this.

But that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, because it had happened, and now Mikey was out of it and lying behind some Purple Dragons, with a machete near his neck, and Casey wasn’t close enough to do anything about it.

“Make one move, Jones, and your little green friend here will have a nice splash of red on him,” one of the Dragons said.

Casey gripped his hockey stick tighter. “If you hurt him, you’re gonna have more than me to worry about, pal.”

“Yeah, well right now, all we have to worry about is you,” the Dragon said with a sneer. “And you’re gonna do exactly what we say.”

Casey grit his teeth behind his hockey mask. They had him over a barrel. If he didn’t do what they said, they’d hurt Mikey—or worse. And the guys would never forgive him if he left Mike to go get help. Right now, he didn’t have any choice but to do what the Dragon’s wanted him to do.

But he didn’t have to like it.

“Yeah? And what exactly is that?” Casey asked.

The Dragon in charge grinned. “For starters, throw down all your gear.”

That grated against Casey’s better instincts, but he did it anyway, letting his hockey stick clatter to the ground, and then tossing his golf bag full of equipment down as well.

“Mask, too,” the Dragon said.

Jaw set, Casey took it off as well. “Now what?” he said.

“Now you’re gonna go do a pickup for us,” the Dragon said. “See that food stand over next to that building? He’s got a drop for us. But we’re pretty sure he’s a cop. So, you’re gonna go make the pickup for us. You do that, get it to us, and you don’t have to worry about your friend. You don’t, or you squeal, and—"

The Dragon who had the machete moved it closer to Mike’s neck. Mikey groaned, but he didn’t move.

“Yeah, yeah I get the picture,” Casey said, scowling. “How’s the pickup supposed to go?”

“Ask him for the Dragon Special. Say you placed an order for a friend a week ago,” the Dragon said. “And remember—we’ll be watching.”

“If I get back and you’ve done anything, I’ll make sure all of you pay,” Casey threatened.

The lead Dragon just snorted, and Casey turned to go. This was bad. This was all very bad. But Casey didn’t see that he had much of a choice. If he didn’t go, they’d kill Mikey. And if he did go, then he could be arrested. And he couldn’t exactly tell the police that he had a big, green turtle friend held hostage by these guys. It was a no-win scenario.

Casey grit his teeth and headed across the street to the vendor. The vendor looked up as Casey got there.

“Whaddya want?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“I was told to come get the Dragon Special,” Casey said, trying to figure out if this guy really was a cop or not. “Said the order was placed a week ago or something.”

The vendor paused and looked Casey up and down. “Yeah, sure. Dragon Special,” he said. “Just like you were told to come get.”

“Uh, yeah, pal,” Casey said. “That’s what I said.”

The dude was being a little weird, but as long as Casey wasn’t getting arrested, then that meant he still had time to think. Afterall, Casey was certain that the Dragons weren’t about to just let him and Mike walk away after this. They’d be more likely to kill both of them or leave him to take the fall and take Mike with them to lure out the rest of brothers. And Casey wasn’t about to give the Dragons this many drugs to put out there on the street. Not only were the drugs themselves dangerous, but there was no telling what they might be cut with that would make them extra dangerous.

The vendor came up with the package, handing it off to Casey. “Here. It’s already been paid for,” he said. “I hope it’s what your friends wanted.”

Casey snorted. “Yeah. Sure. Friends.”

He tucked the package under his arm and headed back across the street, to the alleyway where the Dragons were. A plan was forming in his head. It was probably a stupid plan, but it was a plan. It was better than nothing, at least.

The Dragons were still there, milling about, and Mikey was still on the ground, although he seemed to be moaning a bit more. Good. Maybe he was waking up. Casey’s weapons were still lying on the ground where he’d left them.

Casey stopped short of the Dragons. “Alright. I got your stuff. Now back off,” he said.

The leader laughed. “Didja really think it’d be that easy? No way! Nah, you’re gonna go to jail for us, we’re gonna get the prestige of killing one of the turtles, and his family’s gonna think it was you.” He grinned. “Works out perfe—”

Casey didn’t let him finish talking. Instead, he hurled the bag of drugs into the air, causing the Dragons to look up in alarm. He took that moment of distraction to grab up his mask and baseball bat, sliding the mask on in a practiced move, and then swinging right when he knew the bag would be coming down.

The bag exploded.

White powder when everywhere, the Dragons yelled in alarm, and Casey used the distraction to throw himself at the Dragons that were around Mikey. He didn’t bother to pull his punches to try to play nice. He just held his breath for as long as he could manage and swung his baseball bat hard enough to crack skulls and break ribs. Dragons went down, and Casey could hear sirens in the distance.

Cursing to himself, Casey doubled back for his stuff, taking out another couple of Dragons, and then rushed to Mikey’s side.

“Mike, man, get up!” he said, shaking the turtle—who also had white powder on him, just as they all did—trying to get him to wake up. “Mike, come on!”

Mikey’s eyes cracked open. “Wha… Casey?”

“Come on, man, we’ve gotta move!” Casey said, pulling Mikey to his feet.

Mikey wavered, but Casey got under his arm and pulled him on down the alley, and to a manhole cover. Casey urged him inside, helping him down into the sewers, but Casey didn’t let them stop there. He knew the cops were likely to check the sewers nearby for anyone who was hiding.

Casey nudged Mikey to his feet again and hurried him as fast as he would go down the tunnels. Raph was going to kill Casey for letting Mikey get hurt. Don was going to worry about the drugs being in their system. Leo was going to hover. April was going to fuss at him about how foolish he was. Master Splinter was going worry. But it was okay. Because while Mikey was hurt, he wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t a hostage, and that was good enough for Casey.