#because i was gonna test it out. but i couldn't figure out the connections and i felt so stupid

[dragonbleps]

My mom: You should get a computer/IT job. You know computers really well

Me with cables:

I don't actually know computers all that well, she just doesn't know them at all lkjhsjfdhg

[zyafics]

PROOFS | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (drabble) | x Academic Weapon!Female Reader

Summary — When you're at a party instead of finishing a math assignment due tomorrow, the answer suddenly comes to you and you need Rafe's help to finish it. Word Count — 1.6k.

Content — established relationship, fluff, suggestive tone (implicit), and Rafe being a frat bro. Reader is an academic weapon and nicknamed "Ace" by Rafe's frat brothers.

Dedication — to @winterrrnight because of her comments on my initial post and dedicated to the anon who has to take the 3-hour test in a couple of days, i know ur gonna do great!

You should definitely be studying.

Instead, you're at a white lies party hosted by Rafe's fraternity. The Greek letters shining in white neon lights behind the DJ booth, which is blasting 2000s throwbacks.

The air is electrifying with a drunken buzz from the copious amounts of free alcohol from the kitchen. You were one of them. While you didn't have much, other than the red solo cup that Rafe got for you when you first arrived, it was enough to send a thrill through your system and loosen you up.

You're dancing with a random group of girl friends you found upon arrival, swaying your hips to the music with your head tilted back and a smile gleaming from your lips.

Rafe is watching you. Despite being with his frat brothers, off on the edge of the room and talking about the most random shit, his eyes always search for you from a distance. Making sure you're okay. Making sure no guy is messing with his girl.

When his gaze connects with yours, he tips his head to his direction, gesturing for you to come over. You, in your docile state from the singular beer, listen and pardon from your drunken pack of new friendships.

Rafe's arm wraps around your waist as you approach, dipping his head to deliver a greeting kiss. When you pull back, you’re a bit breathless.

"Hi, baby." He says through the loud volume of the party, the resonance of the speaker blasting the music is pumping through your body and matching your heart rate. "How's the party?"

You shrug. He knows you're still worried about your math assignment due tomorrow. It's the same paper you spent the past fourteen hours camped out in the library trying to solve. Rafe took one look at it and couldn't offer any assistance but neither was coping up in the study room till your brain is fried helping either. So, he invited you out, hoping some alcohol and music would relax you.

It works. Sort of. You are having fun, but the lingering reminder of your assignment sits in the back of your head. Edging your brain, trying to piece together the answers when you know it's there. It's a matter of time.

"Hey, Ace." One of Rafe's frat brothers, Lucas, greets. "How you been?"

You turn to him, blinking through a bit of your haze to recognize the face. "Could be better," you answer, grabbing the red solo from Rafe's hand and taking a sip for yourself. "Do you guys have anything other than beer?"

"Slow down," Lucas chuckles. "You barely attend any of our parties and you wanna start off on something hard?"

"I already drank the beer." You retort. "I gotta get something stronger. Make me forget about all my responsibilities for the night."

Rafe shakes his head, taking the cup back out of your hand and downing the rest. "You're gonna figure it out," he affirms, low enough for only you to hear, to calm your doubts and worries about getting the problem set done. "Just give yourself a break."

You frown but don't say anything else. Rafe returns into an easy conversation with the rest of his brothers, talking about an upcoming event or some random sorority girl one of them hooked up with, and you tune out. Your eyes glaze over to the dance floor in thoughts.

Your mind falls back to your mathematics. The problem flashes through your head, in perfect memory, as you recount the instructions. You consider what you were missing. Since you've been away from the assignment for the entire evening, your mind is clear from all the symbols and equations that were melting into the page.

Now, it comes fresh.

And suddenly, it all... clicks.

"Oh my god." You mutter to yourself. The shock reverberates to the rest of your body. "Oh my fucking god."

Rafe catches the end of your sentence and glances over to you. You don't look at him, pulling away from his grasp and making a direct beeline to the exit. You don't leave—no, you have no time to go back to your dorm and write this down—instead, you go to the front door where a couple of freshman brothers are acting as in-house bouncers for the party.

You tap their shoulders, and when they turn, grab the marker off the table. You don't bother to tell them, immediately uncapping and begin scribbling the problem onto your arm.

Just a few lines in, you realize it won't be enough space. The proof is too big.

Your mind is spinning. You can't go home. You won't have time before the answer flees your drunken brain. But you can't write it down. You don't have space.

Then, an idea crosses your mind.

You rush back to the dance floor, searching for Rafe. He remains at the same spot as he was last time, and when he sees you approach him, frantic and hurried, his brows pull together in concern.

"What's wrong—"

"Come on," you grab his hand and pull him away from his brothers. You don't bother apologizing for interrupting their conversations. Since you are well-acquainted with the house, you pull him to the back where you know there won't be many people.

You were right. Saved for a few drunken make-out sessions spread across the lounge, no one was there. You pull off to a quiet corner, mimicking the couples, and release your hold on him.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?" Rafe thinks he heard you wrong. You were always more conservative when it comes to sex—at least, the location—that the command seems like an auditory hallucination in his ears. "You wanna fuck?"

Normally, you would flush at such crude remarks, but you found none of that today. Too concentrated on saving your work on physical evidence, trying to remember your answers before they fade away.

He doesn't do it. He thinks you're joking.

Since he isn't complying, you start clawing at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him yourself.

He chuckles to himself. He thinks you're drunk and horny. A nice combo he has not seen from you so far. "Really, baby? Right here? I mean, I don't mind—"

"Shut up." You shush with a mumble and Rafe pushes your hands away, finally taking off his shirt for you. The white lie scribbled in his handwriting: I said I don't hate you, is thrown on his arm.

"Happy?"

You didn't even get the chance to admire him. The tone muscles. The perfect planes of his chest. Instead, you say, "turn around."

"New position?"

"Shut. Up!"

All he does is laugh, catching the attention of a couple of college students who pull away from amorous kisses to spare a glance in your direction. While there's a faint heat tinting your cheeks, from your boyfriend's words, you don't care. You were in a feverish state.

Rafe does what you say. He turns and you uncap the marker, starting at the edge of his shoulder blades and begin writing down your proof. Your assignment requires you to prove an equation for being true, utilizing implicit differentiation, trigonometry identities and partial derivatives. You've been stuck on it for the past three days.

Now, it's coming in waves. Of course you would shift it around. Of course you would have to cut the variables in half and move them to the other side. Of course you would forgo the x for the z, and vice versa. Of course, of course, of course.

Rafe feels the tip of the marker moving against his skin quickly, in rapid succession, trying to get everything down. At the rate you're going, you could be smearing the answers across his back instead of getting to your solution.

When you finish, your hand aching from how fast you were going, his entire back is covered in mathematical symbols and equations. Your eyes check through your proof, descending down until you get to his waist, and clears it's correct. "Done."

Rafe turns back around, raising a brow.

"What did you just write?"

You beam in pride. "I just finished my homework."

"On my back?"

You laugh, your lips pulled together in a genuine smile. Something he's glad you're showing off, after seeing how stressed you were with figuring out the puzzle. He’s proud of you. "I told you you'll get it. My brothers call you Ace for a reason."

You roll your eyes at the nickname. Since Rafe goes off and always brags about how smart you are—how you are the first one in your class to raise your hand, how you graduated valedictorian from your high school, and how you've been on the Dean's List for the past two consecutive years—his fraternity brothers has declared you a clear winner. An Ace, if you will.

Rafe glances down at you, at your white lie written across your short top, and licks his bottom lip.

"What?" You ask.

"I find it unfair you get to write shit on me but I can't do the same."

"What do you want to do? Sign my tits?"

He gives you a look that says that isn't a bad idea and you roll your eyes at your boyfriend. Of course.

You uncap the marker, handing it to him. He takes it, leaning forward and tugging down your white top to reveal your bra and begins scribbling his signature across your breasts. You giggle at the sensation.

When he finishes, you glance down to see he did sign it. Alongside with another message.

Not Rafe Cameron's Property.

"God, you're a caveman," you declare with a laugh, knowing this follows along with the white lie protocol.

"And you're mine."

He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He doesn't even bother to throw his shirt back on; displaying the intelligence of your scribbles on his back in full glory.

"Now, let's rejoin the party and celebrate."

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[fandomworld9728]

Oh! How about a short fic about Radioapple but with Charlie being protective for her dad? :3 lately there isn’t enough about it! Imagine Charlie butts in whenever Luci and Al are doing something together XD like she wants her dad to be happy buuuuuut she needs to test Al if he’s good enough for Luci (via the shovel talk and whatnot)! Like if Al wants to date her dad he’s gotta go through her first!

Oh my gosh! How fun! Buckle up. This is gonna be a long one.

"Charlie. Stop pacing and come to bed."

"I can't. What if Angel is right? They've been getting really close lately. And that's so great! I'm so happy they're getting along finally but what if they become more than just friends?!"

"Other than it being weird thinking of Alastor being in a relationship with anyone, what's the big deal? I thought you'd be excited about having two dads."

"No no no I am! I totally am! But..." Sighing, Charlie sat down on the edge of their bed. "I'm so happy that he's making a friend. That he's able to have a connection with someone. But when mom left... i-it crushed him! I don't want that to happen to him again."

"Babe. That's super sweet but they are adults. They need to figure this out for himself. Besides, Alastor is a creepy, possessive, obsessed bastard. If him and your dad got together, your dad would be doomed to be stuck with him until his double death."

~

Vaggie was probably right. There was no way that Alastor would just leave her dad- wait! What if all this was some sort of game to him?! The only reason he decided to help with the hotel was because he was bored. What if getting close to her was also because he was bored?

"Morning duckie." 

"Oh. Morning dad. You look nice today." Charlie couldn't remember the last time she had seen her dad in anything besides his usual kingly attire. Today he was dressed down in some black slacks and a red long sleeve shirt, along with his usual boots. And no top hat. Instead, he was wearing a black flat cap.

"Thank you. I wasn't sure about it, but I wanted to try out something new."

"Does this have anything to do with smiles?" Angel asked over by the bar, hiding his amused smile behind his glass.

What? There was no way her dad's new look could be because of Alastor. Right? Although, he never changed his look while he was with mom. Charlie was waiting for him to deny it. When he never did, she turned to look at him and froze at his reaction.

Her dad, the all mighty King of Hell was nervously biting his lip with golden flushed cheeks. Dread and panic swelled in her chest. Oh no. He liked Alastor! He was going to end up heartbroken again. Well, not if Charlie had anything to say about it! As much as she liked Alastor, he hasn't proven he's good enough for her dad.

~

Alastor wasn't sure why this started happening, but it was starting to really piss him off. For some reason, Charlie had begun to get between him and Lucifer. Like this morning. Usually, the two would be up before anyone else in the hotel and would spend the time making breakfast and talking about whatever came to mind. When the hotel residents would slowly trickle in, lured by the smell of food and coffee, they would greet them before sitting down with their food. 

However, that morning instead of grabbing her food and joining her partner over at the table to eat, the princess decided to put herself in between the two men. She then began a conversation with her father about ducks of all things. Alastor had lost his company for those last few hours of breakfast before they all had work to do. It was throwing off his schedule and he did not appreciate that.

The next incident of the day came when the king had decided to participate in their redemption activities. Charlie used to force Alastor and Lucifer to sit together when they would both be free to join in the day's activities and was the happiest when they started to get along and choose it continue to sit together. Now though, she had picked everyone's seats for the day and kept them on opposite ends of the room.

When it came time to partner up, she chose the groups and kept them apart again! What was going on? Had Alastor stepped into a parallel universe? He was going to get to them bottom of this. Now… just to find their dear princess.

~

"Charlie, what's going on?"

Seemed like Lucifer had a similar idea as him. Looks like Alastor would be listening from the shadows.

"What? Nothing is- okay. Dad, I have to know. Do you uh... maybe like Alastor?"

". . .W-W-What?! What gave you that idea?!"

The king's voice got high pitched, and his cheeks flushed such a lovely golden color. Could there be a possibility that he...?

"Dad. You and Alastor spend most of your guys' free time together, always pick each other for our activities, you willingly run errands with him, and you wear different clothes around him- you aren't even wearing your wedding ring anymore! And I've seen how you look at him. It's how you used to look at mom."

"Okay! You caught me. Just don't tell him. I don't want to ruin our friendship. I don't... I don't want him to leave. Like everyone else."

He liked him? Romantically? So, Alastor wasn't the only one. These feelings were so new to him, especially since he always presumed that he liked women. They both had nothing to worry about now.

Alastor was very possessive of the people in his life. He wasn't going anywhere. He could now openly pursue the king without fear of rejection. The only obstacle remaining was Charlie's overprotective nature. That shouldn't be too difficult to get around.

~

"What did you want to talk about Alastor?"

"I wish to progress my relationship with your father, yet your overprotectiveness is hindering my efforts."

"Good!"

Both demons were shocked by Charlie's outburst. A tense few moments of silence passed between them before she spoke up again.

"I am so sorry. But I can't watch my dad fall apart again If you're p laying with his feelings I swear-"

"Anger suits you, my dear. However, if I were bored enough to toy with someone's emotions, I would go bother Vox. He is so easy to rile up. I assure you that I care about Lucifer and wish to have an actual relationship with him. What can I do to show you that my intentions for once are pure?"

"A deal. A deal with either me or my dad."

Thinking on it, Alastor had to give the young Morningstar props. Perhaps he was rubbing off on her. "That can be arranged."

[teenandbeyond]

I've noticed your predator/alien franchise doesn't have anything for xenomorph. Let's change that lol. Could I get something that has a similar storyline like the one that says dark reader on it the one where the reader is obsessed with aliens.. It's made me curious tbh

Xenomorph x Dark. Reader

Mx. Anonymous, you read my mind! I was wondering when someone would request this! And you don't need to apologize, since it's fanfiction, we're just gonna say eff reality for a moment (even though the whole thing is fictional...but you get it).

Want more from me, my Infinites (I'm trying out a follower name thing lol. I'll probably shuffle through random ass names until one works)? 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

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👽Discoveries👽 (Aliens)

Warning(s): Dark Fic (dunno if it came out as dark as I wanted), Non-con details, unprotected, triggering(?), size difference, I don't know where I went with this (this is what happens when I write parts at different times, I guess)

Sometimes experimentation leads to temptation...

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"You're crazy, [Last Name]!"

You tapped the end of your pen against your lip in thought before smiling, "Maybe, but crazy gets better results than normal. Ask any of the greatest geniuses, they'll tell you."

You were labeled as the crazy scientist because you suggested cross breeding. Between Xenomorph—or Aliens, the term used for common folk—and humans.

'It's impossible!'

'It's wrong! Don't you have any morals?' they cried.

'You want to talk to me about morals? Ha! Who are the ones who take creatures as they please and experiment to their heart's content, past what's necessary, simply for nosiness and fear of not knowing everything?'

You always shut them up any time they felt a need to comment on you.

"Sometimes the most impossible things can be made possible," you muttered as you scribbled something in your many notebooks dedicated to this theory.

You could admit you were pretty obsessed with Xenomorphs, you found them fascinating. You studied them with a passion.

You wanted one...and the opportunity came when a group of scientists arrived with a captured Xenomorph.

They were studying it to come up with a defense against them, you, among a few other scientists decided to spectate.

And all hell broke loose.

Turns out, someone from the group had gotten infected. You had to figure that out when a man's stomach burst open.

There was panic as the other scientists fell victim, until the newest creature was contained.

The two aliens were to be stored away since the team leading the experiment was now dead, until someone else decided to take it over.

That was your opening.

You took the fully grown one to your private lab, where everything was already set up.

The huge cylinder it was in was a little heavy, but you made it work. You pushed a button that would release an anesthetic-type liquid into the fluid the creature was summered in.

Once it was confirmed to be unconscious, you released it and properly restrained it, tail and all. You loved risks, but not when the result could stop your experimenting from proceeding...you can't test things if you're dead.

"Now...let's get your vitals connected to my database..." you tapped away at your screen until the patches and machinery you'd connected to it did their job, "There you are...and you are a very healthy Xenomorph."

You went through a few experiments of merging DNA samples, but something was missing. You couldn't figure out what it was.

You were disturbed from your deep thoughts by a pathetic escape attempt behind you.

"Oh, you're awake. I should introduce myself," you approached the alien carefully, "I'm your caretaker. And you're all mine for the time being."

It continued to struggle, hissing at you as you calmly took off your lab coat and put on gloves.

"Now, for a physical examination..."

Your hand slowly trailed down the alien's head and jaw, raising a brow as its struggle turned hesitant.

You heard a rumbling sound from its throat, the mouth covering muffling it.

"So...you aren't completely adverse to touch, hm?"

Then you explored its shoulders and arms, you trailed lower to its sides.

"Everything seems to be in order so far...You really are a beautiful specimen..." you sighed in fascination.

You were mesmerized and edging towards getting aroused.

And the alien could smell it, it was reacting.

Visibly reacting.

You smirked, "Oh...well, look at that. I've made the discovery of a lifetime."

So much research had been done, but never have sexual organs been found on an alien. But you supposed it wasn't common for someone to show arousal in their presence.

"Standing at attention just for me...What should I do with you?"

You were absolutely breathless.

But who could blame you, you were stretched to your limits. And there were still quite a few inches of it that didn't fit inside.

There was some defiance at the beginning, but this alien would just be the next being to know you always got what you wanted in the end.

And the hotter you got and the louder you got, ashamed defiance turned into lustful acceptance.

You balanced on your hands best you could, your feet also supporting you, but they were beginning to become less reliant the more they curled.

Its skin felt cool and smooth, a stark contrast to your heat and muscle. It made you shiver in the best ways as you slowly slid up and down.

"I think I might—keep you."

You were becoming more obsessed by the minute, perhaps your rationality was being manipulated by the smell of sex and sweat.

Or maybe because the alien tried and failed to keep itself quiet, sensitive to your every move.

A cute little virgin it was.

All yours to use as you've wanted. You could possibly get a sample once you were done, see if it gave different results.

Everything was in your control, until it wasn't.

The alien decided it'd had enough of your slow pace.

It thrusted up in quick strokes, making your body move so quickly it looked like it was shaking.

With a groan, your nails dug into its arms, then you gasp as it breaks out of its restraints.

For a moment, you think it'll attack, and it does.

It flips you under and bullies itself back into you, forcing in every inch.

A brutal attack that leaves you trying to catch your breath.

With a growl behind its mask, it pummels into you.

With fascination, you feel the bulge it creates and swear you can see it, but you're a little disoriented right now.

Your vision flashes from the pleasure and pain, your body is tingling.

"You—You're my discovery to keep," you grin.

[mackjlee9]

May I request some Bratty!Gavis Bettel x Reader smut? The details are up to you but I feel like he would enjoy rilling up the reader during a meeting or something at the guild before meeting up with them behind closed doors if that's comfy with you

*intense fantasizing*

Okay, so I might've... Given this too much plot ehe 😅 I still hope you enjoy this!!

(I kept imagining taller!reader during this whole thing so it was hard to keep it neutral lol)

Gavis Bettel x Top!Male!Reader [Fluff&Smut]

Warning; thigh fucking, brat taming, dacryphilia, overstimulation.

Masterlist.

VTuber Holostars EN/Tempus Vanguard

This sight was an usual thing. Everyone in Guild Tempus had become accustomed to seeing the lively jester, Bettel, dragging around a male everywhere he went, even going as far as having him during their guild meetings, which has led to them getting to know this mysterious (h/c) haired male.

They had a soft spot for him, especially because he had to put up with Bettel twenty-four hours of the day, taking care of him and putting up with his antics and mischief. This kind, quiet, lovely man was called (M/n), and he didn't really mind being dragged around as much as he used to, why? Well, the answer is simple.

He was in love.

(M/n) didn't care how much he got dragged and pushed around by the jester, he was still happy being by his side. And Bettel grew attached to (M/n) as well, mainly because he was the only one that would always sincerely laugh at his jokes and would help him improve his comedic skills.

And with time, they had become so used to each other that feelings inevitably started blooming, slowly but surely, Bettel had found himself awake at night, trying to figure out why his heart was restlessly pounding inside his chest, and why he felt goosebumps whenever the image of (M/n)'s gentle smile flashed across his mind.

At first, he thought of ignoring these things occurring to him, maybe he was getting sick or something, and eventually, it'll go away, that was his thought process, but it became a hassle soon enough. He couldn't focus on anything other than (M/n), he was the only thing on his mind, which made him mad so, like the airhead he is, Bettel decided to confront the person causing this behavior in him, (M/n) himself.

A few days prior he had been testing out his reactions and feelings to the other guild members, but no one caused such a reaction in him as (M/n) did, so he must've been messing with him, (M/n) was doing something to him, wasn't he?!

His heels clicked on the tile floor, echoing off the empty halls as he made his way where he assumed (M/n) would be. He was walking out of his room, quietly minding his own business when he got pushed back into his room by an external force pressing against his chest.

As soon as recovered from that, he realized that the external force was Bettel, who had now closed his door and locked it, turning to look at him with a frown and pretty blush on his pale skin. He seemed mad but also flustered which made (M/n) wonder what had happened to make him behave like this all of a sudden.

"You good, Betsy?" The sound of his voice made shivers run down Bettel's spine, which made his mad exterior waver slightly, but he was gonna go through with this and find out what (M/n) had done to him.

"Tell me," he started saying, looking straight into (M/n)'s eyes, "Tell me what you did to me, right now," slowly blinking as the words connected in his brain, (M/n) stared at Bettel confused, frowning slightly as he tried to understand what he meant by that.

"Tell you...?" He mumbled slowly, racking his brain to find something that could maybe make him give Bettel the answer he was looking for, but nothing came to mind.

"Yes! Tell me what you did, right now!" And that only made (M/n) even more confused, was he supposed to know what he did? He hadn't done anything as far as he could remember.

"What did I do, exactly?" Bettel couldn't take it, to him (M/n) was mocking him when in reality he was getting concerned about him. His face turned redder with anger and he just yelled everything.

"You make me feel nervous, and giddy all the time! I can't stop thinking about you and how much I wanna be with you all day every day!" (M/n)'s eyes opened wide at the words he was hearing, feeling goosebumps cover his skin as he felt his heart flutter and his stomach tingling, "You're a fucking sorcerer you can easily do something like this! Now fix it!"

Before getting too ahead of himself, (M/n) took a deep breath and took a step closer to Bettel, who was still frowning at him.

"So, you're telling me that I've caused this?" Bettel groaned and nodded, trying to maintain his angry expression at having (M/n) in such close proximity, "Does this happen with anyone else?"

"No, it doesn't, why does that matter?" (M/n) took a deep breath and gulped, taking another step closer and forcing Bettel to back himself to the locked door, his frown disappeared from his face, looking at (M/n) with wide eyes, a nervous look in them

"What are you feeling right now, Bettel?" Flustered and nervous, Bettel looked away for a moment, but (M/n)'s hand gently held his chin, making him look into his eyes, which were seemingly looking into the deepest part of his soul.

"I'm... My heart is beating really fast, and... I feel very hot right now," (M/n) nodded at his answer, but he needed something more than just that.

"Anything else?" Having Bettel now pinned to the door, he observed up close how the red of face became flustered blush instead of anger, his mismatched eyes looking into his (e/c) ones, shining bright under the ceiling light.

"I want to..." He trailed on, his sight lowering to look at (M/n)'s lips for a few seconds, unconsciously licking his lips too.

Getting bolder, (M/n) leaned closer to Bettel's face, their breathing mixing as they were unable to tear their eyes away from each other's lips.

"You want to kiss me, don't you?" Gulping, Bettel nodded in complete silence, his gloved hands reaching to hold onto a piece of (M/n)'s clothing.

"Please... Kiss me," (M/n) felt Bettel's grip on his clothes getting tighter as he pulled him closer, and he just couldn't resist the dreamy look in Bettel's bright eyes.

Holding Bettel's face in his hands, (M/n) leaned closer as he felt the jester trembling under his hold, the warmth of his face against his palms, his glossy lips opening slightly as he inched closer and closer.

Shivers ran down their body the instant their lips graced, unable to contain themselves any longer they held each other's bodies tightly, releasing quiet moans and groans as they melted in their kiss. But it was short-lived due to the lack of air, so they pulled away and gasped for air for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes.

Bettel looked at (M/n) with embarrassment, and he was about to gently push him away from him so he could leave, but the (h/c) haired male wasn't gonna let him go so quickly.

Wrapping his arms around Bettel's waist, he held the man and kissed him again, lifting his smaller body up, and pressing him against the door. Whimpers and whines left past Bettel's lips, only to be muffled against (M/n)'s, his arms wrapped around (M/n)'s neck, his gloved fingers playing with his hair, pulling on it when he felt how (M/n) pressed their hips together, letting him know that he was feeling just like he was.

A little bit... Happy.

So they had to do something about it, didn't they?

//////

It was a normal day at the Guild Hall, just like any other...

Well, if it wasn't because of how uneasy and squirmy (M/n) was. Of course, no one knew that it was because Bettel has been behaving like a brat all day, and now during the guild meeting he was doing the same thing.

This time (M/n) wondered why Bettel sat in front of him instead of next to him like he usually did, now he knows why. It started subtle, so subtle that (M/n) thought it was by accident, but the longer it passed it became more obvious that it was on purpose.

Bettel had placed his foot between (M/n)'s thighs, slowly applying pressure on his dick, gracing the heel of his shoe against it and he could barely hold himself back from just putting Bettel in his place after behaving like a brat all day.

He had gone quiet as he imagined how he was gonna make Bettel cry and beg for forgiveness later in his room, when he felt someone touching his shoulder. He jumped in place and turned to look at who it was.

Axel was looking at (M/n) expectantly in silence, as if he was waiting for him to say something back. He blinked cleared his throat and shifted around on his chair as he felt Bettel momentarily stop his teasing.

"You okay, dude? I've been calling you for a while now," (M/n) tried to smile at the blond, but it felt too forced so he decided to drop it.

"Y-yeah, I just... I haven't been sleeping well lately," he replied as vaguely as usual, he didn't want to make others worry or find out what was actually happening to him.

And it worked, 'cause Axel just chuckled and patted his back maybe a little too hard as he told him something along the lines of 'taking care of himself' which he half-heartedly agreed to.

The rest of the meet went slower than ever, with his jaw clenched (M/n) tried his hardest to contain himself, whether by snapping at Bettel and fucking him right then, or to prevent any kind of noise to leave past his lips, that wouldn't be good so he was really, really trying his best.

But thankfully, the moment the meeting ended, he fixed his clothes and stood up, rushing to hold Bettel's wrists and dragging him out of the meeting room, the jester was release mischievous chuckles as he was dragged by the (h/c) haired male, waving farewell to his guildmates on their way out.

As if in the blink of an eye, (M/n) reached his room, he opened the door and dragged Bettel inside, kicking the door closed with his foot and cornering Bettel to the bed, pinning him down to it.

"Oh? You're quite eager, aren't ya?" Bettel had a cheeky grin plastered on his face, making (M/n) frown, but without uttering a single word, he leaned down and kissed him. His hands roamed everywhere on Bettel's body, holding tightly onto his waist as he grinded their hips together.

Bettel moaned as his back arched off the bed, his hands holding onto the collar of (M/n)'s clothes, occasional giggles leaving him at (M/n)'s eagerness.

He observed how (M/n) backed away for a little bit, undoing the belt that was holding his pants up. Bettel bit his bottom lip and tried to spread his legs open, but (M/n) had another plan, he held his legs together, separated enough to put his twitching dick between his thighs, exposing more of his pale skin as he moved the short's fabric up more.

(M/n) knew that just doing this wasn't gonna be nearly enough for both of them, but he wanted to rile Bettel up, just like he had done all day, and this was the best way he could think up at the moment while also getting off himself.

Groaning at the smooth feeling of Bettel's thighs, (M/n) gripped his hips tightly, probably leaving marks that would become visible a few hours later. He wasn't paying attention to Bettel's reactions or noises, he just wanted to cum, he had been pent up all day thanks to his adorable yet bratty boyfriend.

Gritting his teeth, (M/n) held in his moans as his dick throbbed, hot cum dripping onto Bettel's shorts, staining them white. He took a few deep breaths and fixed his underwear, standing up from the bed, about to fix his pants to leave.

"You better not-" his eyes landed on Bettel, whose body was trembling, a wet stain on his shorts where you could see the cum seeping through it, his breath was ragged and loud, and there was some drool dripping down the corner of his mouth and he was covering his eyes with his forearm, "Betsy?" He called him with a gentle voice.

Maybe he should've handled the situation better, maybe...

Bettel lowered his arm slightly, now covering his mouth. His mismatched eyes were filled with tears and some of them had managed to fall and wet his blushing face.

"Ar-are you... W-why are you l-leaving~?" He whimpered while trying to sit up, more tears running down his red cheeks, "D-don't leave, please~ I'll be good!"

(M/n) watched how Bettel moved around on the bed until he was kneeling, his thighs trembling a bit as he did, his hands holding onto the hem of (M/n)'s shirt.

"Will you, now?" Bettel nodded frantically, trying to pull (M/n) closer to him, nuzzling against his stomach.

"I will, I promise," slowly looking up, Bettel released a quiet whine, "I want you to fuck me, (M/n)."

Well, how could he resist such a cute face and such a pretty voice?

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It's been so long since I've written something lol but hopefully this turned out good enough hehe

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Would it be crazy if I said I want you to?

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — hii! i hope you’re doing well! can you write a warren x reader fic where the reader’s father is a well known producer and warren sees her at the studio while she’s waiting for her dad, but they don’t hit it off immediately but he’s def intrigued by her? i’m sorry if it’s too complicated, i’m just super excited for more warren content 😊

✧.* summary — There was an invisible bond between you and Warren, a connection you never knew how to explain. Until that night at your house.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 4.4k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Look who's back! Hey my loves, how are y'all doing?

Today was the first day you would be working with your father's company at the record label. You were still reluctant about your new decision, but at the same time excited to see what all this would lead to. You drummed your fingers against your thighs as you nervously waited for your father to appear where you waited, one hour or another turning his neck to watch what was happening in the corridors and in the recording rooms.

“Karen said that Debby was working today.”

You can hear a distant voice in the hallway making you lift your magazine view in your hands. It didn't take you long to recognize Warren Rojas and Eddie Roundtree, your dad couldn't stop talking about how their band's music revolutionized the industry once it was released.

Curious, you watch them while they don't see you there, you notice that you feel attracted to him when he watches you through narrowed eyes, but you try to push that thought away. Both stared at you shamelessly, you get embarrassed and look back at the magazine, thinking about how much longer your father would take to finish.

“No man, looks like she didn't come and it was another excuse for her to get us out of there.” Eddie says in a chuckle, lighting up a cigarette for himself.

Rojas rolls his eyes, leaning on the counter nearby his presence makes an impact on you but you choose to remain quiet and not draw attention to yourself. But as they kept talking, time passed, and you got later for your appointment, so you had no option but to get out of your bubble and talk to them.

“Hey, I'm sorry to bother you but do you know when Teddy is gonna finish his session today?”

Warren looks at you with arched eyebrows, he then licks his lips still staring at you and shrugs, you get embarrassed looking elsewhere. Your attention is drawn to the hallway where Teddy walks over to where you were standing with his arms open to you.

“My nightingale, how long have you been waiting?” He hugs you tight and you test your head in his chest.

“A few minutes.” You say as you break free of his embrace, smiling small.

“Warren, Eddie this is Y/N... My daughter.” He explains and you wave to the two, you didn't know why but you were shy around the drummer. “She's here because she's going to help me record some backing vocals for another band, so we're going to have lunch and we'll be right back.”

Rojas takes a step forward, extending one of his hands to you and collects yours in his, kissing your hand. You get butterflies in your stomach at the act, feeling a tickle when his mustache brushes against your skin, you weren't looking at your father at the time but you had an idea that his expression was as surprised as yours.

“Warren Rojas.” He introduces himself, you crack a small smile. “Nice to meet you, nightingale.”

He uses the nickname your father calls you since you were little, “Careful Rojas, pay attention to what you are going to do.”

Your father mocks the situation, with a bit of truth in his tone, the drummer raises his hands in redemption, letting Eddie greet you this time. You knew a lot about them despite never having interacted with them, and this cloud of questions and questions that surrounded the figure of the drummer intrigued you.

Little did you know that was a growing feeling for the drummer as well, he just refused to admit it. Since you guys met you were a constant thought in his mind, he would always walk into the Studio for a day's work wondering if you would be there, if he was going to have a little more time with you, even though you never exchanged more than a "hi" and a "bye".

Already you could not deny that a part of you felt a failure in your heartbeat when you heard his name or saw him at a glance, you didn't know why, but his presence and the mystery that surrounded you two was what kept you moving when you heard his laugh.

But there was a problem, he seemed to make a point of keeping you on the tightrope of intense stares, and the explosion that erupted in your bodies when accidental touches happened.You were frustrated with the distance he seemed to want to keep between you, but you made sure not to let it show, and you decided to play your own game in the middle of his.

You insisted on leaving your mark in places, always leaving him a little gift. You always loved to cook, your father said that you sweetened their lives since you learned your first recipe. So, you always left a different food on the drums for him, a muffin, a cookie, sometimes something salty like bread rolls, it was fun to see his reaction, but you knew deep down that you would like it to be more intimate, real.

…

As you pretended to pay attention to what your father was talking about, your eyes were still fixed on Rojas. You notice he seems curious about you too so you let yourself play this game, you were sitting behind glass while they recorded the drums for 'More Fun To Miss' his gaze was intense on yours and you wondered how long this would go on? How long was he going to pretend he wasn't interested in you? Pretending you were just a stimulus that his cognitive system doesn't assimilate out of disinterest.

As this grew between you, the discomfort of having him there but never close grew and turned into a small anger. It's been a week since you left him anything, on the first day you noticed that he searched all over his drum set for something you left there and when he noticed there wasn't anything he pretended to be looking for something else, on the other days he just glanced at it and when he didn't find it, he went back to what he was doing before.

But today something was different, ever since he came in to record you couldn't take your eyes off each other, you knew something peculiar was going on as Warren always liked to feel the music, breaking away from reality every time his sticks hit the drums. But today he was serious, every now and then chuckling, his eyes glued to yours. You were curious to understand what was going on, but how would you go to him if this wasn't the kind of relationship you had.

You raise your hand in a thumbs up, indicating that he had done well and the job was done, your dad walks over to the soundboard and presses a button to communicate with him “Good job Rojas, can you come here for a minute?”

The drummer nods towards where you are, and despite the room being reasonably spacious, the walls seem to swallow you when he enters. He looks at you for seconds that seem to last forever, you take a deep breath and cross your legs, trying to appear indifferent to his presence. He winks at you and takes your gaze to your father for the first time, you feel empty when your gaze doesn't meet his.

“I'm having a party tonight, I'm counting on your presence, I don't take no for an answer.” He lays his body down on the chair, drawing in smoke from his cigarette. “Nightingale, write my address for him on a piece of paper.”

You do as you are asked but not before writing him a note “you better go, you know how good my food is.”

You hold the paper out to him, the drummer's callused fingers touch your fingers like an electric current through your body. With your nail you hit the part of the paper you had written on, and as the earth did its rotation things go back to their place when you wink at him and leave.

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You helped with what was needed in the decoration, but your focus was on the foods that would be served tonight. It wasn't a special occasion, from what your father told you, he just wanted a moment of leisure after so much work, wanted to fraternize with everyone in an environment outside of work.

Each mixing, each dough making, each baking, gradually increased his thoughts of the drummer. You couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be in another type of environment next to him, little by little you started to think that it was crazy. How can you care for someone who you have exchanged a few words with?

Warren drove the van towards Price's house, it was impressive that even with the band's explosion he refused to sell that old vehicle that contained many stories.

“Answer me, do you think she's flirting with me or not?” Rojas asks, turning to face Roundtree now that they stopped at the red light.

“I don't know man, I've never seen you guys interacting before.” Eddie shrugs, looking outside the window. “Like, never.”

“We have a thing, okay?” He rolls his eyes, trying to seem chill although he was nervous to finally have this interaction with you. “I just, I'm nervous alright? Somehow she does this to me.”

“Okay, let me get this straight... You guys have something and she used to leave food for you as a surprise every day.” Warren nods, his eyes now fixed on the road. Eddie frowns, still confused, lighting up a cigarette “And how have I never seen this before?”

“Aaaa, that's why you're leaving early everyday!” He finally seems to put the pieces together. “You little liar, you said you were fixing the van.”

“And you believed it?” Karen speaks laughing, cigarette smoke comes out of her mouth, “This van it's still falling apart.”

“Hey! Careful.” Warren talks, caressing the steering wheel, his eyes narrowed.

“I'm not lying!” She shrugs, laying in Graham's chest, noticing his sleeping figure.

He stops the vehicle suddenly, making inertia take them forward, everyone looks at him in questioning.

“Take that back.” He turns to look the blonde in the face, who laughs rolling her eyes.

“Warren, we're going to be late.” Roundtree mutters in complaint.

“The van refuses to call if she doesn't take back what she said." Falsely, Rojas regrets. “We are all waiting for you Karen Karen.”

“If you want to stall because you're scared of meeting your mystery girl and you want to blame it on me. It's not gonna happen.”

The drummer raises his hand to his chest in mock offense, then crosses his arms waiting for the keyboardist to apologize.

“I'm sorry.” She says through a sigh. “Can we go now?”

“See? It didn't hurt to admit you were wrong.” He starts the van again, watching the signs to see if they're on the right track.

Finally arriving at the party, the familiar faces of friends and acquaintances greeted them. Laughter echoed, and the atmosphere was warm with a mixture of excitement and relaxation.

As they entered, Warren's eyes searched the room, spotting you amidst the crowd. A thrill shot through him as he caught your eye, and he raised his hand in a casual wave. Your lips curved into a smile, your eyes locking for a fleeting moment before he moved further into the room. He thought about going to you, but decided to wait a little.

Karen was quick to join a group of friends, regaling them with animated stories. Eddie made his way to the refreshments table, where a lively conversation about music gear was in full swing. Graham, who had woken up during the drive, joined Karen by putting his arm around her neck.

Warren's gaze was irresistibly drawn back to you, the way you interacted with others, your laughter, and your captivating presence. He couldn't shake the feeling that this party was more significant than just an ordinary get-together. He was sure that something was calling for you two.

He is surprised by Daisy's presence by his side, she rests one of her hands on his shoulder the other holding a bottle of wine, she takes it to her mouth giving a long drink. “Are you interested in the boss's daughter? This is new.”

He rolled his eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It's not that new, y'all just never noticed.”

She turns her face to him, taking a sip of her wine again. “You guys literally never talked.”

Warren shot him a mock glare. “And how do you know? You're always out with Billy.”

She clicks her tongue, smiling small. “Touché” she offers him the bottle, he denies it. “She's a nice girl, go for it.”

Amidst the playful banter, your father's voice rang out, capturing everyone's attention as he clinked his glass with a spoon. “I'd like to thank you all for coming, my lovely daughter made us our dinner, so give it up for her.” You shake your head with a dull smile, but I was already afraid that he would draw this attention to you, people applaud in gratitude. “Make yourselves at home, just not too much.”

Glasses were raised, and a chorus of cheers and clinking filled the room. You watched your father with a mixture of pride and affection, his words resonating deeply with you.

Warren's eyes found you again, and this time, he decided it was time to make a move. He approached you with purpose, his heart racing as he navigated the crowd.

"Hey," he greeted you with a charming smile, his confidence belying the nerves beneath the surface.

You met his gaze, a subtle playfulness dancing in your eyes. You open a silly smile, feeling your body floating by his presence. “Hey Rojas. I'm happy you made it.”

He chuckled, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and sincerity. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. And I have you to thank for giving me another reason to look forward to it."

You are surprised by his attitude, but you like it a lot. Your smile opens and like magnetism you approach, with the excuse to yourself that because of the noises around him he could not hear you well.

“You're welcome.” You go to a nearby table, taking one of the dishes you made and bringing it to his mouth. “Have you tried this one yet?”

He shakes his head, opening his mouth as he looks deep into your eyes, so you put it gently in his mouth. He closes his eyes while tasting what you cooked, it was an explosion of flavors, he missed eating what she prepared with so much affection.

“This is amazing…” He says after swallowing, the drummer smiles and you feel your legs shake. “I've never had the opportunity to say this before, but you make the best food I've ever had.”

You take the compliment to heart, happy with what that simple sentence does to you. You smile as you take in every detail of his face, trying to memorize it in fear of the way he might pull away again. He moves closer to you, bringing his lips to your ear he whispers.

“Just don't tell my mom.” You laugh with his phrase, and he takes comfort in the notes that your vocal cords emanate.

“You're a funny guy Rojas.” Honestly, you say, and he takes advantage of the light in the room to admire you better.

“And you're a pretty woman L/N.” Your heart races in a way you've never seen before.

“I'd like to show you something.” You whisper, nodding towards the kitchen. He licks his lips curiously, nodding, he holds his hand out to you for you to take in his.

You open one of the doors that led there, Rojas doesn't question himself for a second if he should accompany you. The expansive kitchen was a blend of modern design and timeless charm. Polished dark wood cabinets lined the walls, their ornate carvings catching the light like delicate lacework. Above, glass-fronted cabinets display crystal stemware, sparkling faintly as if echoing the stars outside.

A massive center island dominated the space, its sleek marble surface reflecting the ambient light in a mesmerizing dance of soft patterns. An array of fresh ingredients, artfully arranged in glass bowls, adorned the island—a testament to both culinary prowess and an eye for aesthetics.

The pristine stainless-steel appliances shimmered discreetly, their sleek contours hinting at cutting-edge technology beneath the surface. A professional-grade range stood proudly against one wall, its burners and knobs illuminated with a subtle blue glow. The oven, with its glass door closed, radiated a faint warmth, inviting thoughts of sumptuous dishes in the making.

Overhead, a dazzling chandelier suspended from the ceiling added a touch of old-world charm. Crystal droplets captured and refracted the soft light, scattering prismatic rainbows across the room, while a warm cascade of light spilled down onto the island, creating a focal point that drew the eye.

The kitchen's luxurious details extended to every corner. A wine cooler, elegantly integrated into a side alcove, housed an assortment of fine wines and champagnes. A mosaic backsplash behind the sink dazzled with an intricate pattern of mother-of-pearl tiles, reminiscent of moonlight on water.

A plush area rug, strategically placed in front of the island, offered a cozy contrast to the cool surfaces, inviting one to linger and savor the culinary creations that would emerge from this space. High-backed barstools lined the island, upholstered in soft leather, inviting guests to sit and share in the joy of both cooking and companionship.

The scent of fresh herbs lingered in the air, a testament to the thoughtfully designed herb garden that graced one corner of the room. Pots of basil, rosemary, and thyme thrived beneath the soft glow of carefully positioned task lighting, infusing the air with their aromatic embrace.

The voices of the other guests were like a muffled noise at this point, you let go of his hand to go to the switch where you turned on a dimmer light, approaching the fridge you left him still in question watching your every step in the middle of the icy place. When you open the door of the device, you take out a bowl that you had prepared that afternoon, he crosses his arms over his chest, still confused.

“You may have noticed that I didn't leave you anything this week.” You say, still not showing what you got from the fridge.

“Yes, I did.” He rests on the kitchen island, you lose your breath with the beauty in him. “I missed it a lot actually.”

“I did it because I wanted to end what we have.” He is caught off guard, had he read this whole situation wrong? He decides not to say anything, just frowns. “I don't want us to just exchange glances, you know? I think you're a nice guy and I don't know... I wanted to get to know you better.”

He opens a huge smile, agreeing with his head getting closer to you. Then you hold out the bowl showing him the foods you had been thinking about during the week.

“And the best way to know someone is by taste.” You open the lid showing him what you had done. “I thought about these recipes during the week, are you up for it?”

“Hell yeah mami.” He then sits down at the kitchen island, reaching out one hand for the food, raising his eyebrows for consent. You nod your head in agreement.

As his fingers grazed the edge of the bowl, a warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips. It was as if the air between you had shifted, becoming charged with a newfound energy, an excitement that mirrored the spark in his eyes.

He dipped his fork into the dish you had prepared, the aroma wafting upward, rich and inviting. As he took the first bite, his expression transformed, an appreciative hum escaping his lips. It was as if each flavor was a revelation, a journey he willingly embarked upon.

“This is amazing,” he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of genuine surprise and delight. “I mean, I knew you were a great cook, but this... wow.”

You chuckled, a mix of satisfaction and modesty in your response. “Oh thank God you liked it, I was so afraid you wouldn't.”

“Relax Nightingale, I love everything you cook.”

You knew there was no way that could be 100% true, but that lie took comfort in thinking that some of it was honest.

He took another bite, savoring each mouthful as if it were a precious gift. “You know, I've had my fair share of fancy dinners, but there's something about this,” he gestured to the bowl, “that feels different. It's like... comfort food, but elevated.”

The observation brought a genuine smile to your face. “That's exactly what I was going for. Food is meant to be enjoyed, you know, and it's even better when shared with someone special.” You look at him suggestively, he understands the invitation in your words.

“So I'm special, uh?” He says jokingly, you smack him lightly on the shoulder while rolling your eyes.

“Shut up, taste the others... I want to know what you think?” You respond by sitting next to him at the counter where he was.

He nodded in agreement, his expression softening as he continued to eat. The two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, punctuated by the occasional hum of approval as he sampled each dish. As the night unfolded, the voices of the other guests outside the kitchen seemed to fade even further into the background, you hadn't left the kitchen to find out but you imagined that only the band and Teddy were there, thinking probably the other guests were gone by now.

As the last bites were savored and the last traces of dessert disappeared from his plate, he leaned back in his seat with a satisfied sigh. “You, cariño, are a culinary magician. I don't think I've ever enjoyed a meal like this before.”

Your heart swelled with a mix of pride and warmth at his praise. “I'm so glad to hear that. Now I know a little more about you, but I'm not gonna lie Rojas, I want to know more.”

He smiles, his gaze meeting yours with a newfound depth. “I've been wanting the same thing. Will you go out with me to lunch every day this week?”

“I would love that.” You exclaim with a huge smile on your face, it was like you were finally close to him and that was very comforting. “It's a date.”

You guys were silent for a few minutes, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, you felt loved and belonged by his side. Confirming the great feeling you had since you met, that you were something special.

“Is it crazy if I say I want to kiss you?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes locked with yours.

“Would it be crazy if I said I want you to?”

The two of you were there in the kitchen, lit by the dim light of the room, sitting on the kitchen island while the phrase you said held a suspense that made your bodies burn in anticipation. He once again licks his lips while watching your every move, you open a smile approaching him without looking away, you sit on his lap still watching those eyes as dark as space his hands go gingerly to your waist and you sigh at the contact. You take your hands to his curls, caressing his locks, watching him watch you fondly.

“May I?” He asks, and you nod.

As his fingers brushed against your waist, a shiver of anticipation traced its way along your spine. The world around you seemed to melt into the background, leaving just the two of you, suspended in a moment charged with unspoken desires.

With a gentle nod, you granted your consent, and he closed the remaining distance between you. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both tentative and hungry, a fusion of longing and discovery. It was a kiss that spoke of shared moments, of glances exchanged and unspoken connections forged.

The softness of his lips against yours was like a symphony, a melody that resonated within your very being. His fingers tightened their hold on your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as if to capture the essence of this moment, to etch it into memory.

Your hands remained entwined in his curls, your fingers threading through the strands as if unraveling the layers that had kept you apart. The kiss was a dance, a rhythm of heartbeats that merged into a single pulse. His warm breath mingled with yours, a testament to the closeness you had both longed for.

As the kiss lingered, time seemed to stand still. It was as if the boundaries that had once separated you had dissolved, leaving behind a space where vulnerability and desire converged. The taste of him, the soft press of his lips, and the electric current that flowed between you were all a testament to a connection that had taken root beneath the surface.

When the kiss finally ended, you remained in each other's embrace, foreheads touching as you caught your breath. The kitchen around you seemed to have transformed, becoming a sacred space that held the echoes of this profound moment.

“That was…” he breathed, his voice husky with emotion.

“Amazing,” you finished his sentence, a happy smile gracing your lips.

He chuckled, his thumb gently brushing along your cheek. “I was going to say perfect, but amazing works too.”

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips, feeling a sense of contentment settle between you. You are surprised by the strong light that invades the room, both of you quickly close your eyes getting used to the change in place.

“Am I interrupting something?” His father's voice echoes, you quickly get off Warren's lap with a sheepish smile.

“Hey dad.” You say as you come down from the kitchen island, going to him.

“Really Rojas? Get out of there!” He rolls his eyes and leaves, leaving you alone.

“Is this bad?" He asks, a little worried, you shake your head.

“He doesn't mind that much, I assure you." you hold his hand, guide him out of the kitchen. “Come on, let’s enjoy the rest of the party.”

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TWSTOBER DAY 14: KALIM AL ASIM

Kalim woke up to the ringing of his alarm. He groaned, flailing his hand a bit before finally connecting with his phone. Opening his eyes he could just barely make out the words “new start”. New start…when did he set that? What does that mean? He sits up in his bed, tapping on the alarm to stop it from blaring. New start. You're going to be self-sufficient. For Jamil. He read the message a few times thinking back to what happened during winter break. Jamil overblotted. He lost control because Kalim couldn't control himself. Because Kalim didn't know how to do anything by himself. If he wanted Jamil to be happy, he needed to get better. “A new start…for Jamil” Kalim got out of bed, standing in front of the mirror. “I can do this. Jamil managed me for years. I can figure this out myself!” He turns to his bed. Jamil always made his bed. He can figure it out! He takes the comforter in his hands, pulling it to the top of the bed. That's how Jamil usually makes it look right. No…the pillows are supposed to be on top of the sheets. And they always look straight when Jamil does it. So he can do it too. After about 10 minutes, he had the sheets straight, the pillows on top and the comforter tucked in. “That's how Jamil does it right?” Kalim said to himself, looking over the bed with a smile. He could do this. Jamil isn't gonna need to lift a finger by the time he's done! After a shower and getting his uniform on, he stood in front of the mirror. Jamil always did his hair…but Kalim could figure it out! He grabbed the comb and brush, getting to work to style and fix his bed head before tying on his head wrap. No…it looks lopsided. He tried to tie it again, and now the bow was weird. Kalim let out a huff, trying to tie the wrap one more time. “How does Jamil do this so easily…” After about ten or so minutes, Kalim felt good about it. He made his bed, put on his clothes and did his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror with a smile, letting out a chuckle. He could manage this. Jamil wouldn't have to stress about him now! His phone buzzed again, and he turned towards the table by his bed. Picking up his phone, he saw another alarm. Make breakfast. If you make food, Jamil won't have to taste test it. Kalim gave a nod, walking out of his room with his phone in his pocket. He cooked with the students from Octavinelle before. How hard could it be?

Turns out it was easy to burn eggs while trying to open a pack of bacon. Kalim nearly dropped the pan when hot bacon grease splashed onto his arm while cooking the bacon. As he looked down at his plate of eggs and blackened bacon, he let out a sigh. “Jamil really does this all without issues. I never realized how hard it is” Kalim said to no one in particular, taking a bite of his eggs. They were odd, kinda gummy, and absolutely bland. Nothing like how Jamil made them. Along with his crispy, ashen bacon, Kalim washed it all down with a cup of orange juice. At least he didn't mess that one up. He stood up from the table, putting his dishes in the sink…that's another thing Jamil would have to do today. Well, Kalim could do it too! And he was able to pull that one off! He washed off the food and grease from his plate and glass before setting them in the dish rack. He looked over his work with a smile. Well, he got through the morning. That's a step. A big step! As he turned around to walk out of the kitchen, he almost ran into someone; Jamil

“Kalim, you should watch where you're going.” he said, looking Kalim up and down. “Oh! Hi Jamil!” Kalim said a smile on his face. “You don't have to worry about anything today. I dressed myself, I made my bed, I even cooked breakfast so you didn't have to taste test it!” He looked at Jamil as he spoke, looking for anything among the bored features of his servant. “I hope you aren't expecting me to congratulate you. It's the bare minimum of anyone to do those tasks.” Kalim’s smile shifted for a moment before he let out a laugh. “Ha, I know. I just wanted to tell you so you didn't stress over it. I left you some bacon in the kitchen. It should still be hot.” Kalim said, trying to mask the shame in his tone. Of course, Jamil wouldn't give him any praise, this is how things should have always been, right? Another ring of his phone snapped Kalim from his thought, pulling out his phone once more. Your first class is at 9. Don't be late. Kalim looked at the time, 8:30. He was gonna be late if he didn't get going! “Oh, I gotta get to class! But I'll see you afterward okay?” Kalim took off before Jamil could answer, quickly making his way to class. He wasn't late, that was good. As he sat down at his desk and people funneled into the room, something else clicked…

he didn't have his books.

~~wow look at that no second part~~

[miela]

Shattered Memories • Chapter XII: Sunflower Love • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: FLUFFY (smut mentions) Chapter Warnings: (18+ MDNI) // very time jumpy (its a montage lmao), think of it as a transitional chapter into the next phase. Extra: I will be taking a little break (about a week) to catch up on requests that I have to do, and just to relax my brain a bit. I will be having a Q&A bit though, so stay tuned for that! Word Count: 5.6k

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For the next six months, life for you and Peter has been nothing but the best days of your lives. 

Smooth sailing and life uninterrupted.

The day after your relationship reunion with Peter, you saw that you both were put into a discord server with all your friends in it. Celina had put it together the day after the Gala, but you two were so caught up in each other that you didn't get a chance to check your phones. 

Gwen had video-called Peter and he woke up to the sound of his phone going off. When he answered, he hadn't realized it was one in the afternoon. You were knocked out next to him snoring softly and in a deep slumber.

"Hello?" He asked groggily while rubbing one eye and turning to lay on his side away from you to not disturb you.

"Dude???" Gwen asked. "Where have you been?! I know it's only been a day and a half but you haven't accepted the server request-...wait where are you?? That's not your bed. Wait, are you naked???"

Peter looked down at himself to double-check. "No, I have boxers on."

You woke up to the sound of Gwen's voice and rolled over snuggling into Peter and looking towards his phone while yawning and rubbing your eye. "Baby, come back to bed," You kissed his cheek and then laid your head on his while wrapping your arm around his waist. When your eyes adjusted you focused on the screen. 

"Oh…!" You smiled tiredly. "G'morning, Gwen."

Gwen's face was a mixture of shock and something else. Peter couldn't tell he was too tired to really analyze. Considering the circumstances, she probably figured out what was happening and what had happened.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed. 

Peter smiled in response.

"You guys are together?! Like for real?!"

"We are. As of yesterday." 

"Dude! Let's go!" Gwen cheered happily. 

You giggled softly in response.

"Well, I'll let you guys go then, but I am gonna inform everyone. We were all kinda worried about you."

"Sorry about that," Peter said genuinely. 

"Hey, kiss each other so I can screenshot it and send it to everyone."

Peter snorted and you kissed his cheek longingly enough for Gwen to catch the snapshot. Blush bloomed across his cheeks as he smiled in reflex.

"Thank you!" Gwen chimed. "Sweet dreams and other things I guess."

"Gwen, please-" Peter groaned as you giggled.

"Byeeee," and with that she hung up. 

After that, life has been nothing but a dream for both of you. 

Your headaches were gone and you found out with research and testing that when you were made to forget Peter, your senses did not, so whenever you tried to remember him it was a push of the godforsaken spell but and pull of your senses which caused intense pressure in your head because that's where both things affected most.

It was like a constant civil war between what you knew and what you felt. The spell and your senses having an endless wrestling match and your brain was the ring. 

So when you both connected again, your senses went into overload, and didn't know what to do because it was stuck behind a spell. When you first kissed it broke the barrier for your senses to not feel trapped behind the spell. Your mind though, still couldn't completely remember him.

You continued having dreams about the faceless Peter, but you didn't mind when most days you woke up to his face next to yours.

Business was good too, especially when you started social media for yourself. You joined mostly because you helped make a social media app by Stark Industries funding an intern. You made your presence on Flutter (mostly), Twitter, and Instagram for business purposes. TikTok was left for Silk, much like how Peter had a YouTube Channel for Spiderman. 

You had personal accounts on Flutter, Tumblr, and Discord too and you used the username "jarjarjarvis" or "binksbby" made from the nickname Flash Thompson gave you in high school to bully you (he called you "Jar Jar Jarvis" or "Jarvis Binks" or simply "Binks") but jokes on him, you enjoyed the names because you thought they were hilarious as a Star Wars fan. Your Alias name on those was Luna Jarvis. Luna comes from Laguna, which was your nickname from Morgan when she was five because she wanted matching nicknames with you (and your room had moon and star themes). Everything there worked out because you didn't have to think too hard for an alias name. You really only joined with personal accounts to keep in touch with your friends and connect with others of your interests without the fame of a Stark attached to it.

But what the world doesn't see from you is the gallery on your phone where your most cherished moments are. And many of those moments made their way into a new scrapbook that you started that was titled "Our Story II: Reunited". Inside of it were the many memories made from your phone pictures, Peter's photography camera, and a Polaroid you both brought everywhere to capture memories that you and Peter had been making in those six months.

You learned in those months how much of a romantic Peter could be. Dates were nothing but going all out despite his small budget. He knew ways to utilize his resources without going broke. You loved how intimate those dates were. But Peter wasn't the only one making dates though. You also took him out on dates too. It challenged you to stay within budget and not spoil the hell out of him like you wanted to (he wouldn't let you because, by all means, you tried). You two had a dynamite dynamic. 

The seasons passed and you both accommodated them together. The autumn season, when you both reunited as a couple, was filled with red, orange, and gold colored walks in the park during your long lunch breaks and cafe trips after his classes. Hot tea and hot cocoa under heated blankets on the cooler days as you guys binge-watch movies, TV shows, or Celina's YouTube videos. When winter rolled around you went ice skating and built a snowman or had a snowball fight with Morgan in the front yard. Then you would have a hot (and sometimes steamy) shower and then cuddle up on the warm couch. You celebrated the holidays together and on New Year's, Celina and Ned hosted a party at their house with all of your friends.

Some dates included movies. It's one of the easiest ways to spend time together without spending much money. Sometimes it would be going to dinner and then the theater, other times it was a drive-in movie in your beloved convertible but most of the time it was in the comfort of Peter's apartment under blanket forts and surrounded by pizza boxes and other types of food. Sometimes it was Chinese food, Korean barbecue, Italian food, Indian food, or other foods from different cultures but most of the time it was Mexican food due to tacos and burritos fitting well with pizza for reasons you don't understand. 

When you felt like hitting the town you guys would go to bookstores where you told Peter about your favorite books and introduced him to your mystery book boyfriend.  And then comic stores where you both geeked over your favorite graphic novels, manga, and comic books. Sometimes you would buy something. This usually followed up with going to a music store where you would introduce each other to different bands and artists' music that you listen to. You would buy Vinyls while he would buy CDs (a plan you both put together for when you move in together in the future like you guys talked about doing).

Most notable is when he introduced you to Cigarettes After Sex and it was a life-changing moment.

"It's giving Lana Del Rey's brooding cousin meets The Neighbourhood," you commented which made Peter laugh. 

The self-titled album became a common go-to for living room or office ballroom sessions with you two slow dancing in the evenings like the married couple that you hoped to be one day. In turn, you introduced him to Turnover and their album "Peripheral Vision" which he enjoyed a lot more than you thought he would. Afterward, you would go to a cafe to replenish your energy before walking hand in hand down the city's streets or in Central Park.

Other dates would be with your friends too. You once went to a cooking class with Harry and MJ and it ended with both guys stressed and having high blood pressure because you nearly set the place on fire and MJ nearly took her finger off with how aggressively she cut the vegetables. You all agreed to never do that again. 

Another time you did a Pottery class with Miles and Gwen. You and Peter decided to make mugs for each other. You had fun for the most part but you didn't enjoy the feeling of clay on your hands and you tried to not show that you were squeamish about it. Peter made you a dark purplish blue mug with pastel purple clouds and silver stars around it and at the very bottom was a heart-shaped spider web which makes you smile every time you see it. You made him a mug with the darkest shade of blue you could find with stars and the millennium falcon, the death star, and a rogue one on it. You both used your mugs religiously.

Another double date was with Celina and Ned to a Botanical Garden. Celina would tell you all different facts about different flowers which made you all happy because of how excited she got to share her knowledge on them. When you got to the butterfly house, you didn't miss how the butterflies were very attracted to you and Peter due to your bug pheromones. Celina graciously took pictures of you two with several butterflies sitting on you.

You went to an arcade with Pavitr and Gayatri. It was a place where you paid one fee per person and you could play any of the games for the entire day and you guys ended up being there for five hours. You had an absolute blast, but you all were starving afterward which meant lots of food. Gayatri showed all of you an Indian restaurant that had food that tasted the most like the food back in India. You were over the moon with how good the food was.

Sometimes there were group dates with your entire friends group. One time you all went to an underground concert for a friend of Pav, Gwen, and Miles who's name is Hobie Brown. He was a guitarist in a band. He had dark skin, a very punk style, and wicks for hairstyle. Despite the stereotypes against punks, he proved that to be wrong because was one of the nicest people you have ever met. Other group dates included museum dates, roller skating at a roller rink, a full spa day, and that one time you bought everyone a weekend trip to Disney World.

On Halloween, there was a party at Harry's frat house and you and Peter dressed up as your hero personas as a joke. It was funny hearing how people spotted the "differences" between you and your hero alternate self. Like how someone said your ass is smaller than Silk's and that Peter is shorter than Spiderman, which you both found more hilarious than insulting.

Mentioning that, you guys even went on Spider Duo Dates as you both called them. Those consisted of patrolling together, volunteering together, and stargazing on the platform of the Avengers Tower. Spidey and Silk was a hot topic on social media because of the sightings of you two patrolling together again. 

When money was low on his part but he was feeling rather romantic anyway, he would set up a picnic for you both. Sometimes it was on the beach, sometimes it was at a park, and other times it would be at the lake by your house. You would bring your red guitar on those days and sing to him softly as he rested his head on your lap looking up at you lovingly like you hung the moon and created the stars or something. If it were a later picnic you would cloud gaze that turned into star gazing into the night. If a tent was involved that usually meant you were in for an…extra sweet dessert. 

Speaking of, you guys did that a lot in the beginning. It started off as a daily thing you guys did at the end of the day. You both knew it was the Pheromones and that you should slow down but he was insatiable you were insatiable and both of you together were thunderously insatiable. 

You were smart about it though. You weren't completely delirious because of your senses bonding after so long of being apart. You took birth control, he wore a condom and you made sure any room (or tent) you were in was soundproof to the point where people would think you weren't in there. 

You learned that Peter got off on pleasuring you. He's a giver by far and one of the things he likes to do is come visit you during your lunch hour and eat (you) there in your office (on the couch or the desk) as a way to treat you (and satisfy him). 

It happened so much to the point where every time Peter walked into the building (in spider suit), Nika would roll her eyes so hard at him and he would shrug. 

"You said it was your job to know things," he stated to her. "It's not my fault that you're so smart."

"Oh, Puh-lease," Nika said with another eye roll. "Don't start with me, Parker. The way you two leave that damn office beaming like idiots it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you two are doing something in there. You're lucky I'm the only one who suspects anything."

"If you weren't you would gaslight them, right?"

She squinted her blue eyes hard at him. "You're lucky I like you." 

After a while, once your senses got used to you guys being together, your coupling became less frequent. It was down to three times a week, a healthy amount you think. 

You really appreciated how your friend groups came together like a puzzle. Peter and Ned within the first month of reconnecting, instantly became best friends again. You became close with Gwen and MJ became close with Nika. Everyone got along so well and you all hung out whenever you could. 

When your 22nd birthday rolled around, no one was surprised that this day was going to be your favorite birthday to celebrate. Peter wholeheartedly expected you to be theatrical that day.

Peter woke up before you and decided to make breakfast for you with Morgan. They had gotten pretty close and she began to see him as an older brother figure which brought you joy. You knew if Morgan approved of the guy you're with, then he's a keeper. She could be an annoying little shit at times, but she did genuinely care about your well-being.

Happy also lightened up on Peter and he almost sees him as a nephew or son now, which also relieved you from your worries there. Pepper liked Peter from the start so you had no issues there. 

As to be expected you were a bit dramatic in the morning but not in a bad way, but in an amusing way. You blasted "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston which made Peter laugh and Morgan roll her eyes. 

"She's awake," Morgan deadpanned. 

You danced down the hallway wearing a cream off-white frilly lace silk robe, a red silk bonnet with white polka dots, a green feathery fur scarf thing you found at Party City, and red heart sunglasses on your nose. Your makeup was done and your toenails and fingernails were painted the same shade of red as your lips. 

Peter and Morgan watched you the entire time as you danced your way down the first set of stairs and you shimmy your shoulders and pointed at Peter which made him chuckle. You then sat on the railing of the second flight of stairs and slid down. When you reached the bottom of the railing you posed with your leg straight up in the air revealing the black red-bottom strappy heels you were wearing as you stopped yourself before you ended up flying off the staircase railing. 

Thank god, for spider powers.

"How vogue," FRIDAY stated and snapped a picture of you from a hologram.

"Thanks, FRIDAY," you replied.

You had a straight face the entire time. 

Morgan gave you the most disgusted look. "You're honestly so lame and embarrassing," she said with a grimace. "And you look like a mushroom."

"Omg, thank you!" You smiled genuinely and bent your leg down and then swung your legs over to step off the railing. "I was going for a red and folklore-themed beginning of 'You Need to Calm Down' Taylor look. I think I did a good job, no?"

"You look like a dorkface."

"Listen here, peasant child," you lowered your glasses to look at Morgan. "Today is my birthday, my 22nd birthday, all I ask from you is to let me be my quirky lame ass older sister self for a whopping 24 hours and then you can go back to being a little buttheaded little sister all you want, m'kay?"

Morgan rolled her eyes and turned back to being Peter's little kitchen helper. "You're still lame."

"Thank you," you sang.

"You look adorable, princess," Peter smiled.

"Aww, thank you, princey," you walked over and kissed his cheek and he responded with a kiss on your temple. "Did you make breakfast for me?"

"Mhm," he hummed in a sing-song way. "So, if you would like to sit down, your Highness, so I can serve you your royal meal, that would be greatly appreciated." He took your hand and brought it to his lips as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

The way your heart did backflips was unreal.

"Okay," you sang lovingly after an embarrassing giggle escaped you and you walked over to the island bar and sat down as Morgan made a noise of disgust.

Peter walked over and set down the plate in front of you as he stood behind you. "A stack of strawberry banana and chocolate chip pancakes, a three cheese omelet, and strawberry jam toast." 

"Ooh, are you part of the meal?" You smirked asking lowly and lowered your glasses to meet his gaze.

"Mmm, I'm for later tonight." He smirked and as he leaned in and glanced at your lips with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"Oh? I can't wait," you replied with a smile.

Your lips met for a long moment until you heard a cup being slammed down loudly next to you. You turn and see Maguna with her hand wrapped around said cup with an annoyed look on her face.

 "Milk for the big birthday baby," she fake smiled and walked away. 

Your eyes follow her with one side of your nose scrunched and a bombastic side-eye.

"Hey Maguna," you started. "Remember a few years ago you were dying to see me kiss someone so you tried to get me and the babysitter to kiss? Now when I'm in a committed relationship you wanna cry about it? Kinda sus, just saying."

Morgan hurried back into the room in a huff. "I was five!"

Peter looked at you with a confused look. "Really?"

"Yeah!" You scoffed in disbelief. "And he actually tried to kiss me!" 

Peter did a dramatic scoff-gasp and put his hand on his chest exaggeratingly.

"I know right?!" You matched his energy. "Fired his ass right away." 

"Good. I should've been the babysitter. Then it wouldn't be so hard would it?"

"Exactly, I wouldn't hesitate to kiss you," you smirk again.

Morgan walked out again while calling out "Mom! Laguna and Peter are being weird in front of me again!"

You pfffted and began eating your food. 

You finished getting dressed as Peter showered. 

You wore a white sparkly fringe mini dress with the strappy heels. Peter went for a white tee shirt to match and a pair of black jeans that had you staring at his ass more than you probably should have been, and red Converse shoes. You both wore matching blazers together. You spent the afternoon out with Peter getting lunch and eating at the park as you both made paper promise rings with an origami kit that he got and walked around town before going home and being met with a surprise party with your friends there. It was filled with karaoke, games, and watching your favorite movie. After that, it was time to open your gifts. You didn’t really ask or want much so they all pitched in to help Celina make you a beautiful versatile dress that was very TS folklore-inspired. You were over the moon and you went to put it on. Celina insisted that you had to do the whole look and so she decided to re-do your makeup as well. When she was finished you hurried down the stairs to show everyone who all agreed that it was amazing.

“You look so cute!” Cindy chimed. “Like a magical forest fairy.”

“Thank you, Cin,” You smiled. 

“Still look like a dorkface,” Morgan smirked.

“You know what,” You said, crossing your arms and standing in contrapposto. “When your birthday comes around I’m setting your cake on fire and throwing it in the lake.”

She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at you and you responded by doing the same back. 

Pepper sighed and rubbed her temple. “I can’t with you two.”

You smiled and looked around for Peter but you didn’t see him.  

"Hey, where’s Peter?" You asked.

"I think he went outside," Celina commented, coming in from behind.

"Yeah, through the back," Gwen added with a thin-lipped smile.

All your friends looked at each other and nodded before looking back at you. You squinted at them all acting suspiciously.

“Girl,” Nika started. “Stop mentally investigating and go find your boyfriend.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” you smiled. “Thank you,” you sang before hurrying to the back door as you lifted the dress from the front in fear that you would dirty it. 

You overheard your friends whisper and shuffle around with your enhanced hearing but you decided to ignore it. You walked out onto the back porch and looked around for your beloved boyfriend. You could sense him but you couldn’t see him.

"Peter?" You call out softly.

You felt his aura towards the greenhouse fairytale garden that you and Morgan worked on together a couple of years ago while you were still healing mentally. It was a way for you to bond and you guys work on it together every spring. It was meant to be a little escapism for anyone who needed it and you found yourself reading in there most times. Outside of the greenhouse garden was a gazebo that was decorated with fairy and globe lights around it and flowers of various pastel colors along the sides of it. It added a nice touch to it. You built it with your own two hands. You often sat there to play guitar and think. 

You followed the flower pathway that led to the garden. You saw that the lights on the gazebo were on and in the center stood Peter wearing a maroon suit with a maroon T-shirt underneath and his stark specs on. 

Oh God, you thought. He looks phenomenal.

He was pacing slightly but stopped when he sensed you and looked up at you. He looked at you with wide eyes as his eye traced over the dress and blushed. You could tell he wasn’t expecting you to come out dressed in a fairytale-like dress and it caught him off guard. You smiled big with a giggle and ran over to the gazebo. You walked up onto the wooden platform and walked over by your starstruck boyfriend. 

“Hello there, handsome,” you smiled. 

“Hey,” he breathed out before blinking rapidly. “You look…I…I promise I’m looking respectfully.”

You snorted. “Well. I’m not looking at you respectfully. That suit is doing wonders for you and even more wonders for me.”

The blush on his face bloomed as he smiled as his composure slowly started creeping back in. “You can take it off of me later.”

“Oh?” you smirked and put your arms on his shoulders. “Is that a promise?”

He put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. “It is. And I keep my promises.”

“Most of them anyways,” you giggled. “I did have to come find you, no?”

“Okay, fair, but I did tell you everything,” He smiled with raised eyebrows.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” you replied in a playful defeated tone. 

You both chuckled softly and after a moment of silently admiring each other like it was the first time you saw each other, Peter cleared his throat.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked you.

“Always,” you smiled. 

"Hey EDITH. Please, play the song."

 You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and began dancing silently. He then twirled you and you giggled. You both danced around playfully and romantically around the gazebo before he pulled you back into him with your hands on his shoulders and his hands on your hips. 

He smiled. "My barefoot princess.”

You had forgotten that you hurried out of the house before putting on your shoes. You knew if Morgan saw you like this she would have some witty shit to say to you about it. 

"You missed your chance to say barefoot Cinderella," you replied with a playful tone.

"I'm not making a Hannah Montana reference," he grimaced with a smile. 

You giggled and then you leaned your head on his shoulder and he kissed your head. "I love being your barefoot princess."

 Your senses and heart were blooming and fluttering as you both danced and you couldn't help but get lost in your thoughts. You realize that if you were to ever have a wedding, you want it to be just as magical as this moment. 

When the song ended, Peter pulled away for a moment.

 “Um, I got you something.” 

He reached into his pocket and walked behind you. You then felt him put something around your neck. You looked down to see a gold heart-shaped necklace with a sunflower on it. You looked at it with wide eyes as you felt him wrap his arms around your torso and lean his chin on your shoulder. You lift your hands to touch the golden heart and when you do, you open it to see a picture of you and Peter in it. 

You pouted and looked at him with glossed-over eyes. 

“Do you like it?” He asked. “I got the sunflower one because our senses are like sunflowers. Always facing their sun.”

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “I love it, Peter. So, so much.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek longingly. 

About an hour later, Peter carried you inside bridal style so you wouldn’t dirty the floor from being outside in nature. He set you down on the counter of the bathroom, grabbed body-cleaning wipes from the cabinet and cleaned your feet for you. He then planted kisses on them. You watched him endearingly the entire time and he looked up at you with a smile.

“You’re so pretty,” he cooed.

Your face burned and you looked away from him shyly and you pressed your lips together to keep from smiling like an idiot and failing miserably. You both then went back down by your friends who teased both of you playfully. It was then time for everyone to leave and you and Peter ended the night in bliss. 

The next day you were met with another gift. It was a heart-shaped box with star name tags with the words "from Peter" on it with a heart.

You opened the box and were met with 

adoption papers for a kitten and a love letter from your beloved boyfriend.

Peter had gone and gotten you a rescue fluffy ragdoll kitten who was born on the day you climbed through Peter's window and reconnected. 

You teared up and hugged the letter to your chest after reading it.

It was sitting in a room that was made into a cat room by your friends while you were out with Peter. The kitten was presented to you on a cat bed when you walked in. 

"Hi little one," you cooed softly as the cat rubbed its head on your hand and began purring. 

You spent the rest of the weekend playing with the bundle of fur, sending pictures in Discord, and telling Peter that he's the best boyfriend ever.

All in all, everything was perfect. You didn't feel that giant hole in your chest anymore, you got out more, your relationships were strong and overall you had a clearer mindset about everything. You still missed your dear old dad and you still had days when your mental health would decline, but for the most part, everything in your life was falling into place. It was like you were living in a contemporary age fairytale.

Until the universe decided it had other plans for you.

It was the monday after your birthday when you walked to the back of the Avengers building to go for a coffee run. Really you just needed out from your hovering board members who were bothering you about anything and everything. Your best bet was to escape through the employee parking garage.

Before you could go any further than the parking lot, your senses began tingling. You stopped and looked around before you saw your spider-boyfriend ease down on a web upside down. He was wearing the red and black spider suit you made for him, and it was honestly your favorite. 

 You smiled at him, "Spidey."

"Miss Stark," he replied. 

"Fancy seeing you here in my employee parking lot," you crossed your arms and leaned back on the wall with one leg crossed over the other. 

"I was in the neighborhood," he shrugged. "I figured I'd bring you lunch but you weren't in your office so I gave it to Nika to put it there for you. She told me where you'd be."

"Ah," you replied and tilted your head to the side and checked him out in his suit with your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. 

He smirked. "I saw you brought Dutchess Willow to work."

Dutchess Willow, or just Willow, is what you named your new kitten. She was in your office napping on the couch when you walked out.

"She's too cute to leave at home. Plus she keeps me sane."

"I'm glad," you could hear the smile in his voice.

"So what brings you here besides bringing me lunch hm?" You smirked. "I'm sure you didn't sense any danger in Mid-Manhattan all the way from Queens."

"Nah," he leaned his hand on the wall next to your head as if he were leaning you back on the wall. "Just you."

"Oh?" Your smile widened as you let out a giggle. "Am I distracting you from your hero duties, Spidey?"

"Just a bit," you could hear the smirk in his voice. "I have an idea of how that could be fixed." 

"Do you now?"

He tapped the area where his lips would be and you laughed softly and bit your lip again. "You're cute."

"In this suit? I think I'm a little more than cute."

"Hot?" You pulled his mask halfway up his face. "Sexy, perhaps?" You moved your face closer to his. "Maybe…fuckable?"

"Ooh," he began with a smirk on his visible lips. "Can't say things like that while I'm in a suit this tight, princess."

"You have a guard there," you replied lowly.

"Yeah, that's part of the problem."

You both giggled and you leaned in and kissed his lips softly and he reciprocated. Your hands cradled his face and it felt strange because he was hanging upside down but the kiss was absolutely electrifying. 

You guys pulled back for a moment looking at each other drunk from the kiss before he flipped himself to stand normally and pressed you against the wall while kissing you deeply and you invited his tongue to explore your mouth. Your leg instinctively went around his waist and he held it in his hand while his other arm leaned against the wall next to your head. 

He grinded himself against you instinctively. And you moaned softly in response. 

"Spidey," you smiled with a flirty tone. "Save that for later."

"Sorry," he apologized. "Can't help it sometimes. Gotta have you thinking about me." 

You hummed in amusement and playful doubt as you kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Moments like these were sweet and had you giddy but usually, it was in a more secluded area. So you didn't spot the figure in the distance with a camera out filming the both of you caught up in your little moment, you didn't hear the whispers of an act of sabotage and secret defamation, and didn't expect it to be on blast on the Internet as the number one trending topic in a matter of hours. 

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[clarafyer]

This is gonna be a long vent post so uh yeah

Cw: Detailed description of a shutdown/meltdown

So a few hours ago during the last period of school I had a big shutdown that turned into a meltdown the second the dean asked "Are you done with your work?" (I do my English mainly in the dean's office since she helps 504 kids and my classmates are horrible in English)

Our last unit of the year is a podcast unit. I finally finished the first recording assignment the other day, one that was like 2 weeks late but only a few days late with my 200% time accommodation, and now I have one thing to do. One thing out of all of my classes at the moment. It's another podcast, and is normally due tomorrow. We've had 2 weeks so far to work on it and I haven't even finished the planning sheet because EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THE FUCKING DOCUMENT I JUST SHUT DOWN AND SIT THERE FOR THE ENTIRE HOUR.

The past few days, it's made me cry silently and unmoving in my seat. The dean didn't notice until today, and the shut down turned into a melt down right when she didn't even ask if I was okay, she asked if I finished my work. I was hyperventilating and trying my best to be as quiet as I could as to not be a burden upon the rest of the front office area. I wanted to punch the chromebook, to scream at the top of my lungs, to tear my hair out. But no, I just sat there hyperventilating and sniffling, hunched over the table, apologizing for no reason.

Well, I was apologizing for being a loud mess and not listening to her on how I could write the introduction because naming Princess Diana's charities in the very introduction would be way too obvious (the podcast is Imagined Life, you go through the life of a celebrity, describing it in the second person and only revealing who it is at the end)

I still have the same straight As that I've had all year, but if I don't finish this fucking unit that I hate so much, then my English grade is gonna drop so low because each podcast project is almost 100 points each and is put into the test category on Skyward (tests are worth 30-something% of the full grade.) I don't want to do this unit, I hate it so much and I can't muster up anything to progress on it.

When she would tell me to type it up, I could barely even do the function, I wasn't able to do any of the tasks I had to do the entire period. All I could do was just reach my hand out to the keyboard and then just pull it right back to my face.

I felt so fucking guilty and ashamed for not doing anything, I know I was rendered useless and had to cope and get away from the problem, but I felt like I couldn't do that, I couldn't do that, otherwise I'd be lazy and stubborn and a cry-baby and just having a big temper tantrum.

I remember it so vividly and I think that was one of the worst I've ever had.

I hate this

I hate being like this

I hate masking

I hate unmasking too

What went wrong this year? I thought I was doing great, only a few late assignments before I got my 504, so few meltdowns compared to the last few years, I finally started figuring out why my brain is how it is

Oh

That was where it went wrong. I started advocating for an autism diagnosis and when I got evaluated by the school, they said I missed the communication category and legally didn't qualify for autism-related accommodations. Sure, they said I still was totally likely to be medically diagnosed positive, but all the doubt, all the questioning, all the impostor syndrome, all of EVERYTHING is where this year went wrong.

I don't want to write anymore so if you read all of this, thank you. I don't care if anyone interacts or not, but I really needed to vent and connect with the rest of the autistic community. I can't wait for this school year to be over.

[bluetoothinmyveins]

Thinking about timeline stuff is so.. odd? I'm not deeply familiar with the universe at all, and everything feels a little bit like a guess and has already been subject to change. I still wanted to get a little drabble out there about it all.

Putting this under a cut, because I know this is gonna be really long, and extremely rambly, so my bad, ha.

I believe myself to have been a budget, or lower-range unit for Universal Dynamics. I can't recall my exact purpose, though I do believe there were only three options to choose from in our line compared to the 7(?) options depicted in the film. Between the film and the book, it's implied that each color of the Rozzum line is meant for a more specialized purpose but all share the same base features and programming, with our beloved Roz and the other white robots being shown in agriculture. This is also supported in the first book of the series.

What type of robot I was, I am unsure still - I've had a few names drifting into my head here and there, and to be quite frank a lot of my memories are still incredibly convoluted, recent, and honestly just flat-out confusing. I feel incredibly connected to ROZZUMs, and in a strange way idolize the robots whose image I was designed in, but it's still just.. a little weird? I'm not entirely sure what's up with that, but oh well.

I was one of the first units in the line to be produced, though - the testing and prototyping had completed, and what they needed now was to get the three of us put out into the world, and start gathering real-world experience they could replicate into future productions of our kind. This took place after Roz herself was brought back, quite some time after, actually.

I remember getting called several nicknames and being dubbed several things over time. I think they went through a lot of names during the design process for us? Unlike the design of the ROZZUM line, we typically had two colors on our bodies, one main one, with several parts being a complementary color. I was mostly a yellow, with some lighter orangey-yellow accenting colors. I remember the other was a softer purple shade with a complementary dusty pale blue. The other I'm not too sure on though I believe to have been two shades of green?

Regardless of my actual planned purpose, I ended up spending quite a lot of my time in the agricultural unit with those ROZZUMs, and met our one and only Roz, herself. I felt something was different, was off, and knew about the sorts of information that had been gathered from her experiences. But it didn't really click for me that that was not only something this recent, but that this robot was still with us, casually performing alongside her identical ROZZUMs.

She was intrigued by the new developments, as were the others, but the others paid less mind to me than she did. They did not speak to me a whole lot, other than the typical aspects of what they preferred to discuss, which was so boring.

I still had several issues with my build, too. We were more prone to them, as we were not intended for sale yet, and wouldn't be ready for the market for a long while yet. My parts were lower quality, and I ended up with a weird quirk; I appeared to have issues with my speech synthesizer, as when any of my speech would begin to play, it would often get caught and stutter a bit. Occasionally the intonation was incorrect as well, and this often would frustrate me because I couldn't keep up in the conversations with others and would get disregarded easier.

A lot of my connections and ports got rather worn rather quickly. The people overseeing my development got frustrated too, having to power me down and replace the ports too often for their liking. They knew of my time with the agricultural unit, since the others were off in the other main two wards, and decided upon an idea. They knew of the ROZZUM unit who had extensive libraries on putting her fellow ROZZUMs back together, and figured, if she could do that, she could probably learn how to dismantle my line, too.

It's still rather confusing honestly. I'll get there. But I like talking about it all :}

[an-aura-about-you]

the work day is done which means it's time to procrastinate on more chores with Handbook for Mortals! I hope you brought your neckbraces because you are not prepared for the whiplash.

continuing with chapter 7 part 2:

when we last left our hero, Scheherazade was shopping at the mall and picked out a dress of questionable color. it wasn't bad looking, it's just the author changed her mind on whether it was blue or black within two sentences.

-Zade admits to the clerk checking her out that she's got two guys vying for her attention and that she honestly likes them both. she then gets worried that the clerk is going to judge her for this. projecting much?

-okay. okay. oh my god. it's time for this scene, holy fuck. I'm just. I'm just gonna put this here for you to read yourselves:

As I was made [sic] my way up through the main section of the mall, I saw two vaguely familiar-looking figures walking towards me. I squinted as they approached. When they were nearly in front of me, I laughed aloud; of course they were familiar. Carrot Top and Wayne Newton grinned when they saw me, and I couldn't help but let a smile spread across my own face as I stopped to greet them.

just. what do I do with that? I knew it was coming and I'm still laughing so much.

-they all know each other??? for some reason????? I get that Carrot Top and Wayne Newton are Las Vegas regulars, but they are aware of who Zade is outside of her being a potential fan of theirs?

-they are. planning on coming to some premiere. that Zade is connected to, presumably a premiere of a show for her. just. damn, the character shilling.

-okay so. it. it's time for another round of When Is This Story Set? it's a good thing I get to type this and not try to say it aloud. Zade congratulates Carrot Top on winning Comedian of the Decade. no shade to Carrot Top, but I doubt he would have won that even when he was relevant. but if Carrot Top IS a serious contender for it, well, then the story HAS to be set sometime in the 1990s.

-hoooo boy and RIGHT on the heels of that we get a strange girl approaching Zade in the parking garage saying she knows what Zade is. this. this is a lot in one go.

-the narration says the girl tells Zade, "Not what you do, I know what you are," sarcastically, but how? does she mean condescendingly?

-the girl tells Zade that her magic is making it so guys fawn over her and girls can't stand her. so this is it, everybody: this story is running on magic omegaverse juice.

-and then the girl says she wants to test Zade's power, gives herself some space, and casts fuckin Magic Missile. Zade is pushed into the wall but manages to fire back. this satisfies the girl who just up and leaves in an orange Lambo.

-we're not gonna see her again btw. like we will kinda see her again once later, but she's not gonna do anything. no I don't know why the author is sequel baiting in chapter 7.

-"A familiar person was walking up to me, smiling widely." oh christ idk if I can handle another familiar person after the last time you used that phrase.

-turns out it was Lil from chapter 3 who gives Zade a hug, asks if she's okay, and then is never seen again for the rest of the book. I'm not kidding.

and that's the chapter. just. holy shit.

[mischas]

How would you rework season 3 (including the fallout from Trey’s shootintg)?

Hmm, I think early to mid s3 has a decent enough framework in general, at least core four wise, it's just that the execution sucks and gets us nowhere. If Johnny really is supposed to be this romantic threat they try to make him out to be, fucking go somewhere with it. Obviously I'm very very glad this didn't happen, but I think a lot could've been done with RM if there was legitimate romantic potential with Johnny because Ryan won't talk to her about Trey. I feel in my bones that they were supposed to really have it out midseason and then something shifted.

I guess what I'd really do is have Trey die in 301. I think a lot of people agree that the show and RM's classic miscommunication could've been stretched out longer if Trey died and RM absolutely would not withstand that kind of tension between them. Marissa would be cleared of all charges, and so would Ryan, but the tension and sadness would be too thick. I think they'd try to stay together because they love each other and maybe they even start sleeping together but I think eventually both would find it too hard. And more because they think that's what the other wants. Marissa would be devastated she took away Ryan's remaining blood relative and Ryan would be extremely confused as to why he couldn't just get over the loss because he knew Trey was a dirtbag and literally assaulted his girlfriend. Not to mention that Trey was in the process of killing him too. But feelings are more complicated than that.

I think they'd agree to go their separate ways but of course they run into one another and SS are always around too. I think Marissa would get into a more serious depression that makes Julie bring her to therapy and a psychiatrist. Ryan would rejoin the soccer team as a distraction, and to also bump up his extracurriculars. I think there's a one night stand that turns into them trying to be friends and lightly talking about all that's happened to them. Ryan is proud of her for seeking help and Marissa is charmed that he's playing sports again. Marissa cautiously tells him that her therapist has been helping her process her trauma but also her relief that Trey isn't out there waiting to attack her again. That she has to weigh the terrible feelings involved in all of it. He slowly tells her his terrible feelings too. They're back together by prom. In the wider scheme of things, I think this would take them years to get through, so perhaps all is not totally settled.

Having Kirsten do nothing all year but arrange flowers grinds my gears so I'm gonna say she returns to the Newport Group as CEO and works on really making it a company that she's proud of. I think her sobriety would be tested a few times as she girlbosses her way through boardrooms and drama but it also makes her reach out to Dawn and have an open dialogue about what Ryan's seen and been through. Obviously she and Marissa later connect too. I'd have Ryan still interning at the Newport Group but instead of Matt that no one cares about I'd have him learn from and bond with Kirsten.

I'd have Sandy return to the Public Defender's office and get back to what he knows and loves. He started his own firm in s2 and had all of four clients, two of which ended up dead. So yeah, I'd have him be our noble patriarch again.

I'd have Seth doing something that matters. Not sure what. I don't think the show ever figured that out either. In my head Seth and Marissa always find out that they're platonic soul mates and become very good friends.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi. So I am not sure it is right that I am writing here but I honestly don't have anyone else to ask about this. I am following your blog for a long time and I have had many asks before from you so I feel like weirdly you are someone I can trust and ask things from. You were talking about being ace before and I am just started to question myself in my late twenties. Just to sum it up, I have never been in a relationship and I started to question myself whether it can be because I am under the ace umbrella or I just simply haven't found anyone I could click with. When I was reading about all the different asexuality types I felt like some of them are like really close but I am still not sure. What if I only feel like this because I haven't had anyone? Maybe I was just unlucky so far and once I will have someone it will be different....but what if it is connected? These are the things are in my head and I am honestly just wondering maybe coming from personal experience or your opinion as someone who I presume is longer in the ace community that what do you think? Or what can you recommend for me to have a look at or someone who is in a similar shoe? I couldn't find anyone or anything about never being a relationship is connected to being ace or it's just not that..? Hope it's okay I have asked this here. Thank you <3

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

OOOF I can relate to finding out you're ace a bit later – mine was when I was 32/33 – and let me tell ya, I initially also thought it was because I wasn't in a serious relationship ever.

Now this is just me speaking from personal experience, but I hope it will help you too.

My journey of questioning lasted four years, and it was a LONG four years of reading, testing labels, seeing what fit, etc. And it could be you're also going through the same thing I did, and THAT'S OKAY. And my journey ALSO looked into my romantic attractions as well. You might be confused and unsure because you may be aromantic; it's TOUGH to figure that kind of thing out, especially if you've never had sex, never WANTED to have sex, and never had any sort of serious relationship. And because I don't want to rule it out, it could also be a chemical imbalance within you, or your medications, if you have any, could be affecting your biology as well. Just something to consider, but PLEASE think of it as a last resort, because a lot of doctors don't think asexuality is "a thing" (a doctor I saw recently had no idea what it was, and thought my lack of interest in sex is because of my OCPD... while it could be a contributing FACTOR, it's not the reason, because I KNOW I've been this way all my life). So it's worth exploring as a secondary issue, BUT you seem certain you're ace, so I will continue this reply on that assumption.

Early in my journey, it's SO confusing and overwhelming. For me it was "I WANT to be with someone, but... I don't want to really fuck them?? Like, that person is aesthetically pleasing to me, but I don't think anything beyond that? It's tough being ace and trying to navigate a hypersexualized world.

I'm gonna cut to the chase and give you this term to look into: "split attraction model". This changed EVERYTHING for me, and what started to help me understand myself better. Essentially, it is the principle that mainly-aspec people use to help define their sexual vs romantic attraction. It opened a lot of avenues of discovery for me, and I think it will help you too, especially as a fellow "never been in a relationship" ace.

THAT SAID, you are not any less ace BECAUSE you haven't had a relationship. It took me a long time to come to terms with that concept, since the fact that I was never in a relationship was used against me (and many aces), that I just hadn't met the right person yet.

FUCK THAT. No one knows YOU better than YOU. And if you currently are trying on the ace label and it feels right at the moment, then you are asexual, no microlabels needed. And it's no one else's business other than yours and a potential partner's. That's it.

So yes, it MIGHT be connected, and you might find out, when you're with someone, that HEY you might actually be gray asexual, or demi sexual, and THAT'S OKAY. Your labels can change over time as you figure yourself out.

And if you never settle? That's okay too. Don't beat yourself up, Lovely. You're YOU, not the label society wants you to have.

Some websites you can check out for more starting point research:

Understanding Asexuality (Trevor Project)

The Asexual Visibility and Education Network (AVEN)

The A-Spec Category (LGBTQIA+ Wiki)

I hope you find a bit of comfort in my words, and never hesitate to ask me anything. I enjoy helping other aces figure themselves out <3

[apricusnights]

Chapter Twenty-four: Things Left Unsaid.

Location: The Spire, Exact Center of Apricus.

Masked Man: "We're almost ready. You've managed to collect all the data I need. Combine that with the improvements I've made to Ciar's Aurora Project and we're near completion."

Chimera: "I take it everything here is..well as good as it's going to get?" Running her fingers along a large golden container in the middle of the room. It had ornate carvings covering every square inch. Tubes were connected to it which linked it to other various equipment in the room. Perhaps the strangest of all were the cables connecting it to the top of the spire itself.

Masked Man: "I've spent a lifetime preparing for this. All the scrolls and tomes that Julius allowed me access to in the underground cathedral. All the data I've had you acquire. The Aurora Project details that our friends were kind enough to steal for me. The work I put in over the years. The test run from that ridiculous Checkmate invasion. The procedure with Xanthos' daughter."

Chimera: "I get it, you're good to go. So why don't you just throw the switch and get started already?"

The man reaches up and removes his mask, putting it down on the table beside him.

Janus Windsor: "Because we're still lacking one particular thing. Lucky for us, I do believe nature is about to provide it." He glances outside as the storm clouds start to roll in.

Location: Hidden Sea.

Sunil: "Puck? Who was that?" Watching as Puck walks back from a conversation with a woman Sunil couldn't identify.

Puck: "She doesn't matter anymore."

Sunil: "I'm not gonna push you to talk about anything you don't want to but if you need to let anything out, you know I'm here."

Puck: "She told me what I wanted to know, she told me where my parents are. My actual parents."

Sunil: "Holy shit...well once we get out of here, we can go find em!"

Puck smiles at Sunil but shakes his head and just continues to walk.

Puck: "Where's everybody else?"

Sunil: "Exploring the islands, I guess. I've been trying to figure out how we're gonna get out of here since we sorta rode down a waterfall to get here and that waterfall is gone."

Cerise: "I've got it covered." Making her way out of the jungle.

Sunil: "GAH FUCK ME, don't just pop out of nowhere like that. Also, what the fuck do you mean you have it covered."

Cerise: "Just know that I can only do it once, so everybody is gonna have to be ready to go when we decide it's time. You two come find me when you're ready. I'll be on the beach."

Puck: "And I thought I was cryptic."

Sunil: "Oh right. I did promise you I'd tell you that story you've been asking to hear if we survived. A long way back when I was doing off the books work for..a certain organization I can't name..I was stationed with a small squad.." Sunil continues to talk as they look for Night, Hugo, and Sable."

Location: Upper Docks.

Lye and her mother had been walking for a while now. Lacie giving no clear indication of where they were going, at least until they came to a stop in front of a small shrine.

Lacie: "It's probably been a little while since you've been out here. I admit it is out of the way and kind of in a secluded area."

Lye: "Who's this for? I don't..really remember coming to this one."

Lacie: "Let me continue what I was telling you before." Taking a seat on a nearby bench and having Lye sit next to her. "Your father had no choice but to fight. He was exhausted from his trials with the Emperors and now he was being forced to fight someone we'd once been close to. The lives of several of our clan were on the line. Nothing made sense. Your father was being torn apart both physically, and emotionally. You know your father though, he wouldn't give in, he wouldn't give her what she wanted."

"It was evenly matched for a while, but the longer it went the more it started to favor her. Your father continued to stand up, he was going to fight until his last breath to save his clan. She had offered him one final time to rule beside her, to unite the clans. For a moment I believe h considered it but, in the end, he knew what kind of a person she truly was now, that she could never be trusted with our future."

"She was infuriated. Your father was knocked to the ground. Broken bones, bleeding, likely near the end but unwilling to give up. She channeled whatever powers she now possessed, creating a sphere of dark energy. The same type of energy she used on you. She meant to destroy your father as well as engulf the rest of us in flames."

"When she went to launch her attack, your father mustered everything he had left. Fully willing to sacrifice himself. He threw himself forward and struck the attack, causing it to detonate. The energy exploded; your father took the worst of it. The dark flames burning his body and rendering his arm useless. However, due to the fact she wasn't able to throw it, the explosion of her attack also struck her. The last I saw of her she clutched her face and was sent screaming into the sea, sinking down beneath the waves."

Lye: "So, Dad won?"

Lacie: "No. I believe she anticipated a possible defeat and had rigged a dead man's switch. Your father tried to crawl along the ground using his one good arm but there wasn't enough time. The area where she'd been keeping members of our clan captive...and had many of her own clan stationed as guards was incinerated in an instant."

"All your father could do was reach out before succumbing to his wounds."

Lye: "This shrine is.."

Lacie: "Our clan is honored elsewhere. This was made to honor the members of her clan that she sacrificed. Those that were caught in her twisted desire for power."

Lye: "You've never once said her name."

Lacie: "It's not wise to speak of the devil. You run the risk of having her appear."

Lye stood and stepped closer to the shrine. At the very bottom of a list was a name that seemed partially scratched off.

Lye: "She was your friend once, right? That's why you still added her, despite what she did."

Lacie: "We should get back, it's starting to rain again.."

Location: Apricus Sewers.

Why was she back here? After everything she witnessed during her previous expedition, why would she ever want to come back. The answer was simple, the woman she once loved. Was it still here? Was that thing she saw before still Leiko in some way? What happened to her? Bea needed to know.

Traversing the sewers was never an easy task but she'd been lucky enough to acquire a small map of the tunnels that ran underneath at least a small part of the city. She'd been making er way to what she thought were possible locations she could find those..people in. Were they still people?

There were voices again, chants echoing from somewhere nearby. Perhaps she'd finally found something, or perhaps it would end up just being another group of union workers. Who knew? She moved closer and the voices seemed to suddenly grow quiet.

She heard some sort of commotion happening. Making her way over to see a section of the wall torn apart. She recognized the pattern on the bricks from before, the same style entrance. This time though someone had forcefully entered.

Bea glanced inside and held her hand over her mouth to muffle any possible scream. Whoever those people were she saw before, they had been massacred. Bodies lying throughout the room with cybernetic implants ripped out of them. In the center of the room was a woman. She recognized her, one of the representatives from Crepusculum. The woman let another body drop before placing something on the ground.

At the far end of the room was..Leiko! Slumped against the altar, seemingly still alive but broken. Bea had no time to think as the woman turned around and made her way out of the chamber. Bea had managed to hide herself well enough, though she wore the woman looked directly at her hiding spot and smiled before moving on.

Bea rushed into the room and knelt down to check on Leiko. She'd try and help what was once her friend back to her feet. Slowly walking her back to the entrance to at least get her out of the chamber. She was startled as the device planted by the strange woman a moment ago beeped and started to tick down.

As they reached the entrance, the device went off. It created seismic activity which caused the chamber to crumble apart, bringing down several layers of rubble and burying everything. Leiko grabbed Bea and dove out of the entrance into the tunnel just as the chamber was destroyed.

Bea rubbed the back of her head as she sat up. She must have hit her head during the escape. Looking around there was no trace of Leiko. No trace of anyone. She was back at square one again. She'd stand and look around; all she could do now was make her way back to the surface. Nobody was going to believe any of this, she'd be on her own. She accepted that, it just meant she had to work harder to find her friend again.

Location: Völsung.

Skuld had secluded herself, living behind civilization to train for what assuredly would be the most important moment of her life so far. Her first true test. Perhaps her only test should things not go in her favor. It was strange, all of this happening at once. Her father falling ill just a challenger approached. Her family's claim to the throne was now in question and it fell to her to fight for it.

It hardly bothered her that one of the Emperors was watching her train. She seemed to have been having more conversations with one or two of them after being declared a winner during the Olympus tournament. Still, she wouldn't lose focus, she couldn't afford to.

Emperor Vili: "It's good to see my people still honor the old ways. A test of strength, speed, agility, tactics. Only through battle can right and wrong be decided."

Emperor Clarion appeared out of a portal next to Vili.

Clarion: "I love a good show as much as anyone else, and your people are quite good at it. Though I do wonder if this one is in the right."

Vili: "We will find out soon enough."

Clarion: "Maybe I should have phrased it differently. This one is fighting for her family's right to rule. Her father might be on death's door which means her sister would ascend to the throne. Is her sister really worthy of it? This one seems much more capable."

Vili: "Everyone has their path, hers is different from her sister."

Clarion: "Her sister will attempt to bring your precious nation into a more modern era. Your old ways will slowly be forgotten over time. Her sister is weak. This one is strong."

"But...as strong as she is, what happens if she falters. What happens if her opponent proves more worthy. Wouldn't that be an interesting twist."

Clarion smirked before exiting through another portal.

Skuld turned to look at Vili.

Skuld: "What did he say?"

Vili: "You couldn't see or hear him, but you still sensed his presence. Impressive. As for anything else, some things are best left unsaid. Continue training, don't lose focus."

Skuld turned her back to Vili, returning to her training. Her mind seemed a bit clouded though, something about this didn't seem right.

Location: Capitol Square.

Mayor Lowell: "I imagine you all know why I've called this meeting." Looking around at the city council, all of them except Tiberius Ciar who was said to be keeping to himself in Ciar Tower.

"I know some of you have already voiced your concerns about who I've picked as my deputy mayor, and hopefully the person who can take my place when I'm done. I know others have voiced their approval. I just want you all to know I've taken everything into consideration, but I do believe I'm making the right choice. I believe this is what will be best for the future of Apricus."

"I will be making a public announcement soon and introducing my choice to all of Apricus. I hope our citizens are willing to continue putting their trust in me, and in the decisions I make. I've lived my entire life wanting nothing more than to do whatever I can for this city, and her people."

"That being said, we need to move on to the other reason you're all here. I received a request for a meeting with Highfather Coeus of Crepusculum. I've decided to approve his request and ask that all of you at least try to get along with him when the meeting takes place. I have hope that perhaps we can further cement a mutually beneficial relationship between our nations."

"That's all for now. Thank you all for your time."

Location: Solis Heights.

Onyx was gathering his things as he prepared to meet up with the rest of...what did Violet call it? OLIV? He still wasn't sure about that name. Still, they did work together well. He exited his room only to find his sister waiting for him in the hallway.

Onyx: "Shouldn't you be at the university?"

Lilac: "Taking a break. Don't want to keep you but father has requested your presence in one of the training rooms."

Onyx: "And I care why?"

Lilac: "Hey I did my part, don't shoot the messenger. You can go see what dear old dad wants or you can leave and really piss him off. Both outcomes will probably be a little amusing to me."

"Just a note though, if you DO go and see what he wants...I'd be ready for a fight."

Onyx: "No other reason he would request a meeting in a training room of all places."

Onyx glanced down the hallway and decided to head to the training room. Perhaps it was finally time to have a few words with Tyrael.

Location: Apricus City.

The skies had darkened as the storm finally rolled in. A steady downpour of rain making people in the streets hurry for cover. Thunder booming as lightning strikes occasionally lit up the sky.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the Spire slowly came to life. Lights flickering on as power surged through the strange structure. The top of the building slide open as a lightning rod raised up.

Inside the Spire equipment began to activate. The container in the center of the main chamber sat awaiting a final offering of power. All there was to do now was wait for just the right moment..

[fettery-fetterie]

I ought you to understand this is gonna be a mess all the way through. Anyways

I guess I could describe it as like....tortino is a confident woman, which knows her status and her skill; she's a bit blunt on mannerisms(?) but ultimately doesn't mean harm, in fact, she puts credit where credit is due. She holds pride to herself without being egocentric, she holds knowledge to herself while sharing as much as she can

Does that make sense? Is that a good way to describe her?

Anyways,

I also really like how she like. Whenever is confused over what hlev says she doesn't really seem to mind? Or rather, she just kinda brushes it off? I feel if you ask somebody else they'd be like "oh it's bc she's his boss and has to act relatively nice to him". But I feel the real answer is just..."I am in no place to judge because I would/did the same"

-

It's the "cherish being able to know things" bit that just drives me mad. Like leaving well behind the fact it could just be a reference line. Of course she'd believe that. Of course she'd know how wonderful it is to hold knowledge. Of course she'd believe it's joy and something to cheer to

It's just...it makes perfect sense that her drive to be a photoslav comes from the yearning of knowledge, from innate human curiosity

Which like, to how I see myth hunting in general (the one for games anyways) is like that: humans being curious about the world they're surrounded in, which drives them to unravel what lines beneath

Tortino feels like that. She's doing this for sheer curiosity, she wants to know more about the world she lives in, thus, she takes on herself the task of revealing truth about incomprehensible, potentially paranormal phenomena.

(if so, why not go to sciences? Be a researcher? Well this is still an absurdist game about gta myth hunting it only makes sense she's insane. But my point stands)

I'd also like to say how she doesn't keep knowledge to herself, she shares what she sees and what she experiences/ed, cherishing being able to know things comes from the desire to know and the desire to share such

What's the point of holding knowledge if you don't give it to someone? What's the point of knowing something so niche only a few will truly get what it's about, and never telling? It's the worst kind of gatekeeping

Shared knowledge is double the knowledge, if you will

(also yeah it's literally bc she's the written tutorial for half the levels but. What I mean is that it would've been very easy to write her as a shitty boss who couldn't give less of a fuck about what hlev knows or gets to know

However, she expressed herself pretty clearly, and the information so far has been perfectly fine

Idk, I feel she understands how she is the mentor, and seems not opposed to that idea-

Because, like, as literally one of the CEOs of -what seems to be- a huge company. Why would she go out of her way to not only personally hire, but also train a new guy who might as well be a nobody? Like. What's the point of that? Surely she must have wayyyy better stuff to do, right?

Either this is for a very elaborate and complicated plan, or she simply feels compelled to do this. Both are vague ideas, but I feel the latter might be the case here. At least regarding her character)

-

I kinda get how someone like her would forget basic details about super myths. But it's still weird bc she still like. Says very clearly what the second quirk is

"I think it activates in response to something" my ass you know damn well the shield activates with the dash

And I feel it's just even more obvious when she just goes "y'know, don't even worry, you'll figure it out" ma'am those were obnoxiously easy clues what are you on

This either means she

A. Can't make connections that fast (likely but also not bc half her field is about making the most batshit insane connections ever known)

B. She genuinely forgot (💀)

Or C. She was testing hlev and she failed at making it even remotely challenging (bad liar teorija?)

It's even EVEN more obvious when she just goes back to having pretty clear info like COME ONNNNN

I don't really have much to say here honestly it's just. Really silly lmao

-

She looks more comfortable and relaxed on big myth co, actually. That's cute

I guess at this point she starts to loosen up when it comes to hlev's skill? She has seen what hlev's capable of: "you've proven your metal a few times now on the job". I think she may start trusting hlev from this point on

Trust as in hlev might not need to be guided anymore, or at least not as heavily

I guess you could also make the argument that she starts trusting him on a more personal level too, something something about finding someone who can understand her own insanity and whatnot. Match her freak, if you will

It's still too early to call that yet tho. But maybe in the future

-

Yeah see this is what I meant when I said she puts credit where credit is due. "Damn, you're good. This is why we hired you for the job. Keep it up and you'll even surpass me."

Like. Like c'mon. That's one hell of a compliment alright? Have the very CEO of the company you just started working on tell you could even surpass her skill is just HUGE

And from the other side too, bc she doesn't seem like the kinda person to throw insanely huge compliments and comparisons like that

She knows she is a very skilled photoslav, which is why she feels confident mentoring a hiree about certain vague stuff. And when she notices the skill this guy has she goes and actively compliments it. And this is me skipping the part at that start of SRM bc she also praises it. Like cmonnnnnnnnnmmn

-

I think I'm done now. Ok. Yeah told you it was gonna be a mess

Hope you enjoyed reading this monster of a ramble tho!

[mutable-manifestation]

#i couldn't stand keeping it saaadd!!#i offered a solution#danny phantom#dp#dp au#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#baby halfa jason#jason adopts danny#danny just doesnt know it yet#danny didnt realize that him chirping to jason was basically acknowledging him as an adoptive candidate#danny chirps: ghost? dad? be my dad?#jason chirps: child? baby? my baby?!#both are oblivious idiots#but they're our oblivious idiots

Loving this quite a lot actually.

Danny could figure out he can chirp by just. Being super stressed. Chirps into the void. It's not aimed at anything, it's just a distress noise.

But Danny doesn't have the full-ghost instincts to tell him what the chirping means. He just knows "oh hey I can chirp???" and starts chirping a bunch just to see how many different chirps he can make.

Just for funsies - it's a good distraction from the stress, at least, learning about something new that he can do. Even if it is kind of weird. (He doesn't make the connection between feeling stressed & chirping, he just thinks it randomly happened as his ghost powers tend to do).

Maybe Youngblood chirps at an ally during a fight & they chirp back and pop up to fight Danny together, so he thinks it's just a kind of "hey over here" noise.

So why is Danny in Gotham? Well, there's only a little summer vacation left. And he's kind of irritated that Amity Park is going on a year of being ignored by the JL. He literally had to fight Pariah Freakin' Dark. He though he was gonna die the rest of the way there.

Overall, Danny is not best pleased.

Batman is in charge of the JL from the public's perspective. So Danny, being upset about the lack of aid, decides to go snoop around Gotham. Maybe graffiti some insults.

Maybe change the bat signal to be a giant middle finger.

His parent's think he's with Tucker & Sam until the first day of school - a sort of "last hurrah" for the break.

Then he runs into Red Hood.

He's glaring balefully up at the smog filled night sky from the top of a fire escape when the icy gust sweeps out of Danny's throat, warning of an incoming halfa.

With time spent around Vlad (unfortunate) and Dani (better but sadly infrequent) he's come to notice a slightly different in how his ghost sense reacts to halfas vs full ghosts.

He figures he must have come across Dani on her travels and decides, hey, maybe they could vandalize the batsignal together.

So he chirps.

Out of the corner of his eye, Red Hood freezes in the alley below. The guy he was chasing doesn't stop, however.

There is no answering call, so Danny chirps again.

Danny goes invisible as Red Hood spins around. He thinks maybe he wasn't sensing Dani at all.

So he chirps again, louder and sharper.

And Red Hood's own chirp answers.

He'd tried chirping in lieu of whistling, once, to get Tucker's attention so he could throw him the thermos. Danny can't whistle without using his hands, and they'd kind of been occupied with angry ghost at the time. The discussion post-fight and a bit of testing proved that humans couldn't hear ghost chirps.

He literally did it as loud as possible during class once, and no one so much as blinked.

Red Hood not only heard, but replied.

Red Hood must be the halfa Danny sensed.

...

He floats down to a dead end alley just off the one Hood is in and chirps again, because why not.

Hood practically sprints into the alley, chirping back.

Seeing the guy run reminds Danny that he'd been chasing someone.

He kinda feels bad for distracting him, so he flies up and heads in the direction he last saw the guy go, giving the occasional chirp to keep Hood following.

He only saw the guy for a split second, but having to track down the occasional more-sneaky ghost has given him a habit of remembering key features. Between that and his bird's-eye view of things it only takes a few minutes to find the guy he'd been chasing. A few well-placed chirps aim him in a head-on run at the guy nearly at a corner.

Hood doesn't waste any time tackling the guy and Danny gives a final satisfied chirp before he bolts.

***

He knows he shouldn't find it as entertaining as it is to lead a bloody-thirsty crime lord around on essentially wild goose chases.

But it's fun.

Maybe it's the novelty of being the more experienced halfa for once. Or the novelty of him being the first halfa that didn't try to kill him the rest of the way the first time they met - albeit probably only because he can't see him to do so.

Besides, he is technically helping the guy.

A small bit of stalking observation made it incredibly clear that the guy has no idea that he's a halfa.

So.

Chirps.

Despite his reputation outside of Gotham, the people of crime alley love the guy - at least, the people in his haunt do.

And while blood thirsty is his most common descriptor, Danny thinks maybe it should be "smart."

The extensive territory maps he keeps and the intensive research Danny watched him do to track down a possible lead were...honestly all kind of over Danny's head.

He doesn't really wanna risk getting traced as Danny Fenton just because he talks and the guy somehow finds his voice???

Better paranoid than sorry, Danny thinks.

So, chirping it is. The guy is crazy smart enough Danny thinks he can figure out it's ghosts.

And once he comes to terms with the whole "I'm making ghost noises" thing maybe he'll ask Danny to talk. And Danny will be able to answer without worrying about being hunted down because by then Hood would be sure he's a ghost, and who in their right mind would try to track a ghost to where they live?

They wouldn't, of course, because ghosts don't "live."

Of course the whole "halfa" thing would change that, but by then Hood would know enough about the GIW and AEA to mind his business ala mutually-assured destruction.

Or maybe he'd just be friendly and mind his own business even without M.A.D. given how the people living in his haunt regard him.

Still, Danny isn't going to rely on a maybe when there's ripping apart molecule-by-molecule on the line, thanks.

And okay maybe he's really just trying to justify distracting a crime lord with ghosty marco-polo but it's fun.

*** Aaaaaand it's time to go.

Danny would be leaving Gotham in two more days anyway, but he'd rather not risk it. Hood is getting... worryingly energetic about finding him. And the guy is a halfa.

He doesn't want the guy to figure out his ghost sense & ectoblast in a fit of rage and end up getting shot. Likely? Nah. Possible with his luck? Absolutely.

So Danny goes home a little early.

Two nights later he hears a chirp.

It's Red Hood.

His heart makes a valiant effort to leap out of his chest as he lurches into a sitting position. It's only with the second chirp that he realizes the sound is coming from really, really far away.

Huh. He didn't know they could carry that far.

On the third chirp he finally realizes how distressed the guy sounds. So he chirps back.

The next chirp doesn't come until homeroom the next day. Distracted as he is, he doesn't notice that it sounds closer, just that it's still coming from the same direction and still distressed, if less than before. Again, he chirps back, thankful that humans can't hear it.

The next one comes at lunch, again he answers.

There's one in fourth period, again he answers.

Three chirps sound throughout fifth period, again he answers to each. The frequency is starting to concern him but he can't afford to focus on anything other that the math lecture the teacher decided to jump right in with or grades will be doomed from day one. There are only two and a quater-ish classes left in the day, he'll figure out what's going on after.

Another chirp sounds at the very beginning of sixth period, and by now his reply is becoming more of a reflex.

Three more chirps sound in the first ten minutes of sixth period - Mr. Lancer's class.

As soon as Danny echoes the third, Red Hood practically tears the door off it's hinges and strides in, ignoring Mr. Lancer clutching at his chest and rattling off a book title and the other students beginning to panic in favor of chirping.

Unthinkingly, Danny echoes it back.

Everyone freezes at the speed with which Hood's head snaps to stare right at him.

Danny winces.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Gotham?"

Danny will deny that it was a whine for the rest of his half-life. It was a strategic distraction to prevent Mr. Lancer from something stupid like trying to hit a known crime boss over the head with a paperback, thank you very much.

"Gotham can wait I thought you went and died for a good two days! Then I find out your still alive but practically across the country? Without so much as a goodbye? Or a hello for that matter! I thought you might've gotten kidnapped! Only to find you in a school! I'm glad you're okay kid but holy sh- uh, cow - were you trying to give me a heart attack!?"

The rant gets louder as it progresses, and by the end of it Red Hood is huffing, having not paused to breathe even once.

The sound of him catching his breath is the only one in the otherwise silent room as everyone stares, wide-eyed, between Danny Fenton and Red Hood.

Danny hunches his shoulders, grimacing.

This'll be a hell of a situation to explain away, later, he thinks.

Aloud he says, "Um...no? I'm- I'm sorry?"

He can't see his expression past the hood but he can practically feel the guy squinting at him.

"Definitely sorry," he reiterates more firmly, sitting up straight. "I just, uh, I didn't think you'd care? I mean! I kinda figured it'd be a relief, I guess? Since I was, like, kinda...bothering you?"

He winces, cursing himself for reminding the guy that he'd been annoying him. Hopefully him being worried about Danny disappearing meant he probably wouldn't shoot him.

Despite the distortion, no one could mistake the gusty sigh. Especially not with how Red Hood rubbed his nose through his mask.

When he dropped his hand back to his side...

"You're grounded."

He blinked.

"What?"

"You. Are. Grounded."

"Wh- Bu- That's- you can't ground me!?" He sputtered, leaping to his feet.

"I'm very sure that I can. Because I'm very sure that you're parents will agree that following around a known crime lord is grounds for punishment. Not even counting that time you followed me into a live firefight."

"You can't tell them that! If they find out I left Amity without permission they'll put me in the Fenton stockades!"

"YOU WERE IN GOTHAM ALONE!?" Red Hood shrieked, practically lunging the rest of the way to Danny and grabbing his face - shockingly gently - turning it this way and that like he was checking for injuries.

"Does anything hurt? Did you get hit by anything? Did a bullet graze you? Did you inhale any strange gases!?"

Danny blinked.

Blinked again, grabbed Hood's hands, and shoved them away from his face.

"Oh my ancients I'm fine I was only watching and I stayed on the fire escape for the whole fight with the guns! Seriously, what are you my mother?"

"Forgive me for being concerned about a child sat 5 feet from a shoot out and apparently without an adult in the most crime-ridden part of the most crime-ridden city in the country," Hood hissed.

Paused.

"'Fenton stockades'?"

Danny blinked, shrugged.

"It's basically this big metal human-shaped thing full of spikes - except for the floor, I guess. It's fine as long as you stand still and it's sized for my dad so it could be worse but it still sucks so please do not tell them I went to Gotham. Please."

"...an iron maiden!?"

Danny blinked and shrugged yet again. "Maybe?"

With that, the Red Hood, crime boss of Gotham, serial killer and known enemy of Batman turned and left.

***

There'll be a part two in like. A few days maybe. Gonna finish part two of Actual Scientists Jack & Maddie AU first tho, so like... maybe three or four days

Crack fic prompt go!

Danny is in Gotham for *insert generic reasons* He quickly discovers that red Hood is in fact a halfa like him. He also comes to the correct conclusion that Red Hood doesn't know he's a halfa yet.

Danny decides to help in a completely reasonable way....

By hiding away and making chirping noises at him from the shadows!

It's basically like

Danny from the rooftops: *chirp*

Red Hood: *chirps back* What the fuck!

It goes on like this for days! Red Hood is very confused because, baby ghostling??? Where is baby? He hears Danny's chirps and immediately his core latches on to him claiming Danny as his kid.

Danny doesn't know Jason basically parentally imprinted he just thinks it's funny how confused Red Hood gets when he does it. At least he thought it was funny until Red Hood started searching rather violently whenever he did it.

Danny leaves Gotham for *insert plot convenient reason* Jason is distraught and still very confused. He begins searching thoroughly through everything for even a hint of what happened to his kid.

When his family inevitably asks what the hell he's doing we get a scene like this

Redhood: *sighs* I miss my kid Nightwing,

Nightwing: ??!!???

Redhood tearing up: I miss him a lot

Redhood on his way to Amity park: I'll be back