#but I will brave it - as I skip along maybe - for my love

[teafiend]

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiiii I was looking to see if your request is open but couldn’t find it so I’ll just drop it here and feel free to write it :) I love your writings! 🌸

May I ask for batboys reacting to shy reader who wants them to lie down on her lap after their long day. She wants to praise them, play with their hair and shower them with kisses :0 thank you!

Dick:

Would rest his head on your lap regardless of whether you asked him to do not, your lap was the perfect pillow for him and he will not have it any other way.

‘Hi baby.’ He greets as he beams up at you from the comfort of your lap.

‘Hi honey, long day?’ You greeted back, your hands already finding their way into his hair and began to comb through it slowly as he hums, burrowing himself closer to you as a means to feel more of you against him.

‘Yeah but it’s nothing I can’t handle.’ Dick replied and smiled wide when you kissed his cheek before kissing his nose, and felt his heart melt upon giggling you giggling when he scrunched up his face.

‘Is there nothing that my handsome man can’t do?’ You asked sarcastically as you pressed a kiss to his other cheek. ‘Or is he just the most perfect man in existence?’

Dick made a face at this. ‘Have you maybe considered that this handsome man of yours has an amazing, wonderful and beautifully cute spouse waiting at home for him as inspiration?’ He looks at you with a raised brow.

‘I’m the one who’s meant to be praising you tonight, not you praising me.’ You chuckled as you peppered his face in small, quick kisses that had Dick reaching a hand to the back of your head, holding you close so he could give you a plethora of kisses of his own.

‘Well what if we could just both praise the other tonight.’ Dick said against your lips.

‘I can deal with that.’ You replied as you spent the rest of the night whispering sweet nothings to one another and trading kisses.

Jason:

Your lap was his save haven after a long and tiresome day from having to listen to Bruce critique his way of ridding crime out of Gotham. So he wasn’t going to refuse your affection, not when you shyly patted your lap as an invite to rest his head and looking cute whilst doing so.

God had his permission to smite him to his second death should he actually refuses your requests to coddle him and shower him in all your love and adoration.

If anything the days where you offered up your lap to him were the best days of his entire life as he got to spend it looking up at an absolute angel that he was lucky enough to call his own.

‘How’s my gorgeous jay birdie feeling today?’ You asked as you kissed his along his jaw and stopping when you got to his chin.

‘I’m feeling fantastic now that I’m with you sweetheart. How about you.’ He replied back as he looked up at you with his pretty eyes that he knew made you weak. Jason only wanted to give you back the love and support that you give him on a daily basis tenfold, for it’s what you truly deserved in his eyes.

He loved you too much to allow you to settle for mediocrity.

‘I’m feeling much better now my strong, brave boy has come home to me safe and one less bruise to ice.’ You responded with a lighthearted chuckle as you lifted up one of his large hands and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before resting your cheek against it to commemorate his warmth and callouses to memory.

‘Don’t come at me with that sweetheart, I know you love icing my bruises, especially when they’re on my abdomen.’ Jason cheeked as he winked at you, taking pure enjoyment out of seeing your flustered face. It was a much needed breath of fresh air coming home to sweet, caring you from the cold, unforgiving outside and he cherished every bit of it for as long as he could.

‘Meanie.’ You murmur, booping him on the nose.

‘Meanie? How am I being mean chipmunk, I know how much you love my abs and my thighs.’ Jason chuckled as he booped your nose in retaliation. ‘Why do you think I never skip leg day?’

‘You’re more than perfect the way you are Jason,’ you countered, ‘perfect body or not you’re still my jay birdie. Forever and always.’ You whispered the last part as you pressed a sweet tender kiss to his lips as he smiled in response.

Tim:

He always finds himself perpetually tired from working himself to the bone, so when you offered up your lap for him to rest, the poor man practically sighed in relief, almost as if he were a man dying of thirst in the desert; finally having found the oasis he had been wandering aimlessly for.

‘You don’t know how much I needed this.’ Tim groans as he made himself comfortable in your lap, trying his hardest to not to close his eyes right then and there from the prepping of light kisses you were scattering across his forehead and under his eyes.

Gosh he hates how weak he gets from your little kisses but would die a little on the inside if you didn’t.

‘I’m sure I can take a guess.’ You said sweetly as you ran your hand through his hair. ‘You’ve been overworking yourself so much lately that I rarely see you as much,’ Tim’s stomach dropped upon hearing this but let you finish speaking, ‘but when I do see you it always makes me happy knowing that you’re okay.’ You then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

‘I’m sorry for-‘ you cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips, muttering a soft ‘don’t. Don’t blame yourself for things you can’t control.’

‘But I can control it!’ Tim exclaimed. ‘It’s not fair on you to exhaust yourself on me every night after patrol and still find it within yourself to take care of me…I don’t deserve any of it as it feels as though I’m taking advantage of you somehow.’ Tim trailed off as he looked away for you as guilt are away at him.

‘Tim,’ you called, ‘my sweet Tim as long as I know your okay and come home to me every night, then I don’t care how long I have to stay up just catch a glimpse of your handsome face.’ You reassured him as you kissed his jawline softly, and Tim felt himself weaken under your words and affection as he looked back up at you.

‘You really mean that?’ He asked almost quietly.

‘I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it with all my heart my sweet, smart boy.’ You said while pressing a singular kiss to his forehead.

[cherienymphe]

House of Balloons

Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: It was storming the night he told you that no man in Outer Banks will ever love you like he does

warnings: Dub-Con, stepcest, loss of virginity, jealousy, underage drinking, kook!reader, non canon ages

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You should’ve guessed that things weren’t right the night your brother punched your very first boyfriend in the face.

Your anger over his actions was only trumped by your embarrassment. The other unsuspecting teenager had been completely blindsided, falling out cold on the floor of the party while you had been temporarily frozen with shock. No matter what excuse Topper gave that night—words slurring and pupils blown—you hadn’t wanted to hear it. Your humiliation and confusion and irritation had made you shut him out completely, only made worse by your fears coming true when you were swiftly dumped two days later.

“He was too old for you, anyway,” was his only comment on the situation.

You’d been fourteen then, and your boyfriend was the same age as him.

Your dating life after that was sparse to say the least, hardly anyone wanting to go near the girl with the overprotective brother. Nonexistent wasn’t the right word to use. After all, you still took the odd brave guy or two up on their offers, skipping class and sneaking out of your room just to have something like the same experiences your friends were having. It worked for a time.

Until they decided they wanted something with less effort and trouble, and you supposed you couldn’t blame them.

“If you’d actually been honest with me, I could’ve long told you those guys were assholes and not to waste your time.”

That was what Topper told you the night you’d finally decided to confide in him, his expression lacking anger…but only holding disappointment. You didn’t know why that bothered you more than him being mad. Maybe it was because you looked up to Topper in ways that should’ve been reserved for your father. The day he married Topper’s mother, it was like you became less in his eyes, the older man finally gaining the son he always wanted.

Topper could be a suffocating dick sometimes, but the way he cared about you was comforting.

“What did you expect from me when you literally ran my first boyfriend off?” you wondered with a roll of your eyes, applying your blush. “Sue me for wanting to have the life you did.”

You could see the blond lounged along your bed in the reflection of your mirror, his blue gaze briefly lifting from the phone in his hand. He watched you sift through the myriad of lip glosses in your drawer before finally speaking.

“Yeah, I remember him. He was an asshole who with a preference for ‘fresh meat’, an asshole I explicitly told to stay away from you,” he told you.

You paused at that, catching his gaze in the mirror, and the corner of his lips twitched when you sighed.

“You could’ve told me that,” you mumbled. “You just kept saying that he was an asshole who didn’t deserve me. Surely, you knew that was like catnip to a high school freshman, right?”

You threw him a look.

“I blamed you for months when he broke up with me.”

Topper only shrugged.

“I knew you’d thank me one day,” he smugly replied, and you bit your tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction even though the damage was done. “Besides, I did what any good brother should do—look out for you until you’re old enough to make your own choices.”

Done with your makeup, you merely pursed your lips, staring at him through the mirror as he scrolled on his phone. The longer the silence stretched, that was when Topper finally lifted his gaze again, and you scoffed the moment his eyes met yours.

“You’re trying to pretend like you’re still not a controlling asshole, and it’s actually upsetting,” you huffed, standing. “Like I didn’t see your eyebrow twitch the other night when I told your mother I had a date.”

Before you could grab the dress at the foot of your bed, Topper beat you to it. You watched him run a hand through his blond strands, making his way to your closet as your words hung in the air.

“That’s because you don’t have the best taste in guys,” you heard him throw over his shoulder.

He was in your closet, and the sound of shuffling fabric and moving hangers reached your ears. When he came back out, there was an entirely different dress hanging off of his hand, and you could only eye it as he neared you. He slowly held it out to you, blue gaze boring into your own.

“Your graduation dress looks better on you,” was his only comment.

You eyed it again, silently—and reluctantly—agreeing. You were slow to take it, met with the very smirk you didn’t want to see, and Topper’s voice carried into the bathroom as you shut the door behind you.

“Still, you’re eighteen, now, and I have to let you do what you want,” you rolled your eyes at his remark. “Even if what you want are lower-class Pogues who can’t even afford to take you on a proper date.”

Your dress wasn’t even zipped all the way when you swung the door open, face pinched as you glared at the other man. Topper was leaning against the wall next to the bathroom, and the lack of humor on his face told you that wasn’t a joke. You told yourself that this wasn’t surprising, very much aware of how classist your brother could be, but it didn’t do anything to lessen your anger.

“Could you be any more of a snob? His family doesn’t have a vacation house and a two-car garage, so now he’s low class?” you scoffed.

Topper tilted his head at you, an expression on his face that begged you to be serious.

“He’s not even picking you up. You’re meeting him at the beach. You call it romantic, I call it cheap and lazy,” he elaborated, straightening and invading your personal space.

You clenched your teeth when he reached out to gently touch your arms, forcing you to turn around without a word. One of his hands lightly touched your hip, holding the dress in place while his other pulled on the zipper. You could feel his cool breath against your neck, and you were unsurprised when another nagging comment met your ears.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to be the asshole you think I am if you actually picked men worthy of your time,” he whispered.

When you looked at him over your shoulder, Topper merely shrugged, his expression telling you that he wasn’t happy about it, but he wasn’t going to stop you. Again, there was that disappointment flitting across his features, and it unfortunately had you second guessing things. Some part of you knew that Topper was right, but his quick dismissal of your potential boyfriend made your stubbornness rear its ugly head.

“Don’t wait up for me,” was all you told him as you grabbed your purse.

The only response you got was a slight snort, but Topper said nothing otherwise, both of you knowing that despite what you requested, he was absolutely going to.

The night Topper kissed you, you were drunk out of your mind.

That potential boyfriend became an official boyfriend who turned out to be a piece of shit. Your breakup coincided with some silly party your parents were throwing, Topper being your only age mate on the whole property, so it was only natural that you found yourselves on the back deck that connected to his bedroom. It was dimly lit and hidden away from any curious gazes that might be in the yard below.

“Can you just…not say I told you so?” you mumbled, finger tapping against the glass in your hand. “It’s bad enough that I told the whole family to account for him being here tonight.”

When Topper reached over to steal your drink, fingers grazing yours as he did, you let him.

“You know that’s not my thing,” he said, voice low. “Besides, it’s not like it’d do any good.”

You couldn’t hold in your soft chuckle, louder laughs in the yard overpowering yours, but theirs lacked your bitterness.

You didn’t even know why this breakup bothered you so much. The whole relationship lasted a month, but that did nothing to soften the blow. You’d dived head first into the relationship—as you always did—and so those thirty days just felt like ninety in your mind. You’d been hopeful, excited, and you recalled something a friend said once…about so much of the relationship happening in your head.

You were reluctant to admit that she’d been right.

Not unlike before, you’d made up so much of his personality. You’d given him attributes and an entire personality that didn’t align with reality, and that was why you felt blindsided. Looking back, there was nothing about him that told you he was a patient and loving and understanding guy, so was it really a shock when broke up with you? It’d been a month, and you weren’t ready to have sex with him, and so he responded in a way that guys like him usually did.

Anyone could’ve seen that coming, and yet…

“What’s wrong with me?”

You almost didn’t realize you’d said that, the words coming out in a small whisper before you could swallow them down. You liked to think it was the alcohol talking, but you knew that the brown liquor you’d snuck away was only just making you more honest. You were entertaining thoughts you normally preferred to ignore and shove down.

“Hey…”

Topper’s tone told you that he’d heard you loud and clear, and you only shook your head when his hand gently touched your arm.

“I mean…” you shrugged, throwing a hand out. “Am I not good enough to actually get to know?”

Topper said your name, and you heard him sit the drink down.

“If I don’t put out, am I just…not worth the effort?”

His voice was firmer this time when he said your name, and you hadn’t realized that he moved closer until his hands were on your arms and making you face him. There was a frown on his face as he eyed you, that blue gaze of his tracing your features.

“Stop letting these assholes get to you,” he told you. “You’re better than every single one of them.”

His advice was easier said than done, and so you didn’t respond, only frowning back at him before your eyes fell to the wood, tracing the lines in it.

“You have to say that, Topper,” you sighed. “It doesn’t exactly hit the same coming from you.”

You heard him release a heavy sigh too, his hands coming up to frame your face. When you were forced to look at him again, there was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t name. Topper’s blond hair wasn’t in its normal neat state, the light strands kissing his forehead as he ran his gaze over your face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and so you were relieved when he voiced his thoughts.

“I’m saying it because it’s true…because I don’t actually have to say anything,” he continued, an edge to his voice. “I don’t have to tell you that I think you’re an insecure little girl who dates losers because you don’t have your father’s approval.”

You flinched at that, frown deepening.

“I don’t have to tell you that it pisses me off that you just don’t learn,” he bit out, and you hated how much his words stung.

…because they were true.

“You go after these guys who shouldn’t even have the confidence to approach you, and what kills me is that every time they break your heart, you go out prepared to repeat the process-.”

“Jesus, Topper!” you slapped one of his hands away. “What the hell?”

You sat up straight, tearfully glowering at him. The other guy didn’t look all that sorry, and you angrily wiped your face with a scoff.

“Is this your idea of comforting me?” you choked out.

The blond briefly looked away, and he at least had the sense to have some shame, a sheepish glint passing through his eyes. You watched him swallow, jaw clenching as he seemed to be choosing his next words carefully.

“You could just do so much better,” he finally said, tone thick with disappointment. “…and you choose not to.”

You bristled at his words.

“Let you tell it, no guy is good enough for me, so you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t take your critique to heart,” you spat.

“No guy is good enough for you.”

Topper wasn’t looking at you, but instead was staring straight ahead, one arm resting on a bent knee. The sounds of the party still provided some background noise, but you weren’t focused on that. You were more focused on the tightness in your brother’s jaw, a coldness in his blue eyes that wasn’t unfamiliar to you. Of all his friends, Topper was considered the nice one—the respectable one—but you were probably one of the few people who knew just how nasty he could be.

It was something that only one other person was able to bring out in him.

So…you didn’t know why you said it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

You were trying to get under his skin…but you didn’t know that you were already there.

“Maybe I am…”

Topper’s tone was even, devoid of all humor, and he slowly turned to look at you.

His response took you by surprise, and your lips parted, prepared to jokingly tell him to shut up when his expression gave you pause. There was no mirthful twinkle in his eye, not even a mocking or condescending glint that told you he was playing along and trying to bother you just as much.

Topper was serious.

“Maybe I am jealous,” he continued, shifting to fully face you, now. “So, now what?”

You frowned at him, blinking a few times as your mouth opened and closed. You were all too aware of your heart in your chest…among other things. Like the fact that you two were alone and Topper was really close, and you’d had way too much to drink. The party downstairs felt so far away, and you briefly squeezed your eyes shut.

No, you and Topper didn’t share blood, but this revelation you were slowly coming to terms with unsettled you beyond belief. Topper couldn’t be jealous…not of your exes…because that implied that… You shook your head, looking away and having the strong urge to lie down.

“Do you know what it’s like? To know you give asshole after asshole a chance, and there’s nothing I can do about it?”

“Yeah, because-!”

“I know what I am, Y/N,” he cut you off. “You don’t have to remind me.”

He bitterly mumbled that last part, and you finally looked at him again.

“Topper…you can’t be jealous of my exes,” you slowly told him, the words coming out in a whisper like you were afraid to say it out loud.

You were all too aware of just how close he’d gotten, and it was hard to focus on anything else. You wanted to leave—needed to leave—but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You watched his blue eyes flit over your face, studying you and drinking you in, and you sharply inhaled when you saw his hand lifting out of the corner of your eye.

“Well, that’s too bad,” he quietly responded, hand coming up to take hold of your jaw.

You pushed against his arm—and chest—but the blond wouldn’t budge, and a bout of panic took hold of you.

“Topper-!”

The rest of your words were swallowed and forgotten, his lips moving against yours in a kiss. It—in combination with the alcohol—made your head spin, and you gasped against his lips. He took the opportunity to taste the inside of your mouth, moving closer and pressing his chest to yours. One hand against his chest and one against his arm didn’t deter him, and you jumped when an arm tightly snaked around your waist.

You were practically forced into Topper’s lap, and the more he kissed you, the more you forgot about the party downstairs.

The alcohol made it hard to focus on what was important, your brain getting distracted and becoming preoccupied with the taste of alcohol on his tongue. You were hyperaware of his hand pressing into your waist and the way his other hand was so warm against your jaw, his thumb tracing patterns into your skin. The ministrations had your body heating up, and although you knew why you needed to stop, you couldn’t work your limbs to try harder to.

Your head fell back when Topper’s lips traveled to your throat, and he let your face go, fingers dancing down your frame.

When they found comfort on your thigh, your dress riding up in the commotion, you shuddered. They felt so hot against your skin, and the heat traveled all the way to your stomach, settling deeply there. Without thinking, you parted your thighs a bit, and you felt Topper hum against your throat. The sound was soon followed by his hand disappearing between your legs, and you involuntarily bucked your hips closer.

You were shocked at how easy it was for him to push a finger into you. It dragged a breathy yelp from your lips, your hand coming up to grab onto his shoulder when he added another. You spread your legs more, hips lifting, and you heard Topper curse as he sank his fingers into you. You couldn’t stop moaning, the alcohol making you lose all sense of caution, so you weren’t shocked when he kissed you again.

“Topper,” you gasped against his mouth.

It was wrong, and you remembered why it was wrong…but you couldn’t stop. Before where you’d been trying to push him away, you were now pulling him closer, lifting your hips to meet every curve of his fingers and toes curling against the wood of the balcony. You were dripping around him, now, something that would’ve embarrassed you had you been in your right mind, but at the moment, you only wanted to come.

When you did, he let your waist go to cover your mouth.

You couldn’t stop murmuring and mewling into the palm of his hand, his other hand still pushing fingers into you and circling your bundle of nerves with his thumb. Stars danced in your vision, and you felt the blond lean in and press kisses against your throat and collarbone. You were still trembling when you started to frown, all too aware of his fingers inside of you as you wondered what you’d just done.

You ignored the heat of familiar gazes as you grabbed your things, wanting to be literally anywhere else.

Hitting a few balls with Rafe turned into hitting a few with Kelce and Rafe and then eventually Topper and Kelce and Rafe. The arrival of your brother had triggered a drastic mood shift, and as much as you’d tried to hide it, you didn’t think you were doing a good job. Especially once the gathering was moved inside to get something to eat. Unable to pretend anymore, you feigned an illness.

“Y/N, at least let me drive you…”

“I’d rather walk,” you told Topper, avoiding his eye and declining his offer.

There was no doubt in your mind that the other two picked up on the tension, confirmed when Rafe’s voice carried as you exited the building.

“Geez,” he’d exhaled. “What’s going on with you two?”

The question still lingered in your mind all the way back home.

What’s going on with you two… How loaded that answer was, and you yourself couldn’t even convey it fully. Memories of the party had plagued your mind for weeks, now, and despite how you should feel about it, you were learning that it wasn’t so simple. Your stomach flipped for multiple reasons as you recalled the feeling of Topper’s hands on you.

The entire ordeal was beyond dubious, your head in the toilet later that night only proof of how much you’d had to drink. Finding out that your brother thought of you in ways a brother shouldn’t should’ve gone in a whole other direction. The lack of blood relation did little to lessen your uneasiness and guilt, chest aching uncomfortably at the memory of his fingers inside of you.

Your parents were married, had been for eight years, now.

You were well and fully settled in as a family unit at this point…and yet…

That did nothing to lessen the heat deep in your gut when you thought about Topper kissing you and touching you in ways no one ever had before. It was something that kept you up at night, and on particularly bad nights, you found your own hand drifting between your legs to try and replicate the same feelings he’d pulled from you under the cover of darkness while your parents had been none the wiser.

To say that things were awkward and messed up was an understatement.

You were angry with him…but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was a source of great conflict for you, and unsure of how to act around the one person you’d trusted the most, you simply opted with ignoring him and avoiding him as best as you could. Not only was this noticeable to any and everyone you knew—your combined presence a normality—but it also pissed Topper off.

Very much.

“You can’t ignore me forever.”

Those were the words that greeted you a few days later as you washed dishes. His mother was out, and your father was upstairs in his study, and despite the fact that you very much wanted to do what he said you couldn’t, you acknowledged him, anyway.

“I can try…”

When he said your name, it was softly spoken, but you weren’t oblivious to the edge in his voice.

“Can we talk for a sec…” he suggested. “I mean, like, a real conversation.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you-.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” he breathed, his hand coming up to rest on your arm. “You have a lot to say to me, and I don’t care if you just want to curse me out because you’ve never held back before.”

Roughly dropping a plate back into the water, you took a deep breath. Facing Topper, you really looked at him for the first time in weeks. You hated that despite the circumstances of what happened that night, he looked different to you…less like a brother… Such a thought made you briefly close your eyes, and when you opened them again, you were angry again.

“What is wrong with you?” you breathlessly wondered.

Your tone had his jaw clenching, and you watched him look away. You didn’t pull your gaze away as he pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, and when he looked at you again, you were surprised to find a hint of anger in his blue eyes.

“You’re treating me like…like I’m some kind of pervert,” he whispered.

Your heart did clench at that, and you couldn’t pretend to ignore how that accusation made you feel. You were closer to Topper than you were to anyone else, and despite your anger, you still loved him—cared about him. No, you didn’t think that, but the circumstances of that night—and the circumstances surrounding this entire situation—were messing with your head.

“…and instead of like the guy who has always cared about you.”

You swallowed.

“I fucked up that night,” he admitted to you. “I messed up, and I can see that it’s freaked you out, and I’m sorry.”

Your eyes burned at his apology, and even though some part of you wanted something else just as much, you knew that an apology was what you should want more than anything. That night had to be a one-off thing, something to never be repeated. If you wanted to keep your sanity and have things go back to normal, you had to forget about it, and you had to convince Topper to do the same.

“Topper, we can’t…we can’t do anything like that ever again,” you whispered, and you watched his face even out. “I can’t tell you how to feel…”

The blond nodded, swiping his tongue between his lips.

“…but I’m telling you that I need things to go back to normal…”

Topper’s shoulders sagged at that, and you struggled to swallow.

“You’re the one person that I can talk to about almost anything…and the one person I know I can count on, and… I’m feeling really unsure about that, right now, and I don’t like that, and it’s scary…”

You trailed off when Topper wrapped his arms around you, gently shushing you.

“I’m sorry,” he quietly apologized again. “I’m sorry, and you’re right.”

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, and you shuddered when his lips grazed your skin as he spoke.

“I was being a selfish asshole that night,” he whispered. “Obviously this can’t be anything else.”

His hands moved up and down your back in soothing gestures, and while it was reminiscent of something he always did to calm you, you couldn’t help but let your mind wonder about what other meaning it might’ve always had. Telling yourself that Topper cared more about what you wanted instead of chasing the high of an alcohol fueled night, you hugged him back, accepting his apology.

It was storming the night you lost your virginity to your stepbrother.

The loud rain and harsh winds and booming thunder all seemed to work together to drown out the sounds of your breathless moans and surprised gasps. Topper’s forearms were pressed into the pillow on either side of your head as he snapped his hips against yours, the mix of pain and pleasure jumbling your brain. With the power out, the only source of light came from the occasional flash of lightning.

A late-night conversation had dwindled down into nothing the longer the night dragged on. Dozing off at his side wasn’t abnormal, your descent into fatigue made all the more quicker when accompanied by the sound of rain hitting the window. Despite your brief rough patch after that night, you and Topper started treating each other like you always had. It wasn’t without difficulty. After all, there were nights where you still woke up with the memory of his lips touching yours, but it was easy enough to ignore…

Waking up to the feel of an arm around your waist and a hardness against your thigh was not.

You feigned sleep, unsure of what to do or how to proceed and even unsure if Topper was awake and wholly aware. The wind knocked the shutters against the window, and the room was briefly illuminated by a flash of lightning. The thunder and rain were all you could hear, even deaf to your own breathing, but especially Topper’s. However, when you turned your head, you learned that the blond was very much awake.

You didn’t have time to properly gather your thoughts about the kiss, Topper pulling you against him and rolling on top of you before you could. Your mind had been going a mile a minute to make sense of what was happening, and by the time you did, it was too late—his bare chest was pressing against yours and his arms were caging you in.

“Oh my God,” you’d breathed the moment he pushed his cock into you.

The words had escaped from both the shock and the pain, repeating them as you also registered the way your stomach flipped.

“It’s okay,” he whispered in the darkness, a miracle that you could hear him. “You’re okay.”

Were you?

“Topper,” you’d murmured, your tone making your thoughts clear.

“I fucking love you,” was his defense. “Don’t you get that?”

He remained still inside of you for some time, both of you quietly going back and forth.

“We can’t do this,” you’d hissed.

“You saying we can’t isn’t the same as you saying you don’t want to…”

It was the truth, and you weren’t going to lie, but you could only manage to shake your head.

When he started to move, you gasped, somehow getting used to the feel of him in the time you argued. Feeling him pull out before pushing his way back into you had your back arching, absentmindedly lifting your hips. Every reason as to why you shouldn’t do this became less and less important the longer he fucked you. Your nails clawed at his skin, and Topper hissed at the feeling.

He nipped at your neck, teeth gently pulling at the skin while he plunged his cock into you. You felt so full and so stretched in a way that your fingers—nor his—could compare to. All that was left of the pain was a dull ache, even that becoming overshadowed by the pleasure his thrusts brought to you. You were thankful for the storm, sure you wouldn’t even be able to keep quiet if you tried.

“None of those assholes loved you,” he panted against your lips, fingers twisting into the hair at the nape of your neck. “None of them will ever love you like I do.”

Your fingers pressed into his arm and back, breath hitching at a particularly hard thrust.

When he kissed you, just like that night, you kissed him back. Only this time, you weren’t drunk. You were perfectly sober, and you moaned against his lips at the feel of his cock sinking into you. This was the wettest you’d ever been, dripping around him and making a mess of his sheets, no doubt. His hair was damp with sweat, the soft strands pressing against your forehead, and his skin fared no better. Your hands slid over him with ease, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your frames.

Topper was still fucking you when the thunder stopped, and the rain slackened. It was still dark, but you found yourself biting your lip in an effort to not give yourselves away. You found it difficult, the blonde’s cock hitting something inside of you that made you shudder and clench down onto him. When his hands trailed down to grab onto your waist, his fingers dug into your skin as he lifted your hips for you.

You could just make him out in the darkness, his gaze holding yours as you held onto him and fluttered around his cock. You could feel him push himself to his knees, and you dazedly reached down to cover his hands with your own. He stroked something inside of you that pushed you closer and closer to the edge, and the moment you fell over, you sank your teeth into your lip so hard that you tasted blood.

Your vision momentarily went completely dark, only able to focus on the feel of you tightening around Topper. You took note of his hands on your waist, your hands on his, the movement of the bed and the soft rain outside. As your breathing slowed, you also noticed the sloppiness of his thrusts, and your vision refocused just as the blond pulled out.

His sigh reached your ears as he came onto your stomach.

Aside from the rain, the only sound in the room was that of your soft and labored breathing. You were equally awed and shocked, almost feeling like you’d just had an out of body experience. You were trembling, but not just because you were cold, and sensing this, Topper wrapped his arms around you.

“Topper…”

Your tone was unsure, too many emotions fighting for dominance as you marinated in the aftermath of what just happened. His chest was to your back—heart still racing—and his only response was a quiet ‘tomorrow’. The hand that wasn’t resting on your stomach found a home on the front of your throat, and Topper softly repeated himself when he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

I wanted to ask, what would it be like if Fischl had an S/O who not only plays along with her, but is just as much as a Chuunibyou as her? I'd kinda like to see her reaction to that. Maybe see what the other Mondstadt folks think as well? Oh, and bonus points if the S/O does the whole Shining Finger thing. from Gundam. That "this hand of mine glows with an awesome powerrr!" thing.

(Genshin Impact/Honkai: Star Rail)

Fischl, Ayaka, Rosaria, Eula, Furina, Shinobu, Bronya, and Seele with a very dramatic S/O

YOU ACTIVATED MY SLEEPER AGENT KEYWORDS, YOU MENTIONED GUNDAM, AND SPECIFICALLY G GUNDAM

Fischl's eyes seemed to gleam when she first realized that her S/O not only indulged her antics, but even joined her!

Their title was almost as impressive as her own, 'The King/Queen of Hearts'!

(Fischl) "Tell me dear, S/O, how can the fabled 'King/Queen of Hearts' measure up to the Prinzessin der Verurteilung?"

S/O clenched their fist and raised it in front of their chest triumphantly.

(S/O) "You may have your electric arrows, but I have these GOLDEN FINGERS!"

Oz on the other hand was completely suffering.

Well, at least he didn't have to translate for S/O, they were completely blunt and to the point, unlike his master.

Fischl did adore S/O for how brave and caring they were, but it was during a battle that made her heart first skip a beat.

(S/O) "HERE I GO!-"

S/O's pyro vision flared up as their fists began glowing a flaming gold, catching both Oz and Fischl by surprise.

(Fischl) "W-What?! S/O was serious with knowing an ultimate technique?!"

(Oz) "I thought they were in a similar boat to you, mein Fräulein-"

(S/O) "THIS HAND OF MINE IS BURNING RED! IT'S LOUD ROAR TELLS ME TO GRASP VICTORY!"

They rushed past Fischl and Oz, who could only watch in awe.

(S/O) "ERUPTING, BURNING...FIIINGEEEEERRRR!"

Their fist immediately crashed through a Ruin Guard (somehow), and lifted them off the ground with one arm.

(S/O) "AND NOW, HEAT END!"

The Ruin Guard exploded violently afterwards, with S/O's fist going back to normal.

(Oz) "Wow, really?"

(Fischl) THAT IS SO COOL! "...Ahem, a fine display, dear S/O."

Everyone in Mondstadt thought that Fischl had just found another roleplayer that took things way too seriously and were somewhat dreading talking to them.

Only to realize S/O wasn't doing a bit, despite the fact they were just as dramatic as her.

They were just insane.

Ayaka knew her S/O was a bit on the...flashy side, to put it gently.

They screamed all their attack names at the top of their lungs, yet she knew no one was better and hand to hand combat than they were. Especially when they began actually glowing red or ignited into flames.

All that did not matter terribly much to Ayaka. S/O was someone she loved, for their caring and valiant nature.

But, someone like S/O was something she had never expected to face, and they both drove her insane, and yet brought contrasting calmness to her life.

Nothing however would ever compare to meeting S/O's master for the first time.

Ayaka and S/O were travelling down the streets of Inazuma, until everyone, including the guards were watching someone coming down the street.

(Ayaka) "...Is...that person standing on their horse?"

Suddenly, S/O's eyes widened, and rushed through the crowd, unintentionally leaving Ayaka behind. She quickly followed behind and saw a man standing perfectly on the horse as it trotted along the streets of Inazuma, arms crossed and an expression that was razor focused.

(S/O) "MASTER!"

The man's head turned to S/O, and both of them exchanged a glance before Ayaka saw their master leap off the horse, extending a fist as they landed perfectly in front of them.

(Strange Man) "Answer me, S/O! THE SCHOOL OF THE UNDEFEATED OF THE EAST!"

S/O knelt down as they struck a dramatic pose, answering their master.

(S/O) "THE WINDS OF THE KING!"

In the middle of the city, they began exchanging rapid punches that traded perfectly blow for blow, so fast that even Ayaka struggled to keep track of.

(Strange Man) "ZENSHIN!"

(S/O) "KEIRETSU!"

(Both) "TEMPA KYOURAN!"

Both their fists collided before their other arms extended outwards in sync, screaming once again.

(Both) "LOOK! THE EAST, IS BUUUURRNING REEEED!"

Ayaka watched with a strange mixture of horror, second-hand embarrassment, admiration, and jealousy.

(Ayaka) ...I-Is it possible for S/O to teach me how to do that too...?

When Rosaria first met S/O, she thought they were going to be a troublemaker.

She was correct, but they fought to keep Mondstadt safe as much as she did.

But while she did it with subtlety, S/O grabbed subtlety with their literal shining golden fingers, and made it violently explode, all while screaming their attack.

The first time she had watched S/O perform their "Shining Finger" attack on a treasure hoarder, she stood there completely slackjawed.

(Rosaria) "...Oh my Bratabos, you're completely serious."

Rosaria thought S/O was doing some kind of bit like this 'Fischl' character she had heard about.

No, they were just that dramatic for no real apparent reason, and they had the strength to back their nonsense up.

She even doubted that herself could take S/O in a straight fight.

In a strange way, it attracted her to them. They were clearly not afraid of what anyone thought of them, only caring if the people they loved were safe. She had respect for that.

But...why were they like this?

They couldn't just defeat their enemies normally, no, they HAD to explode. Every single one of them.

Sometimes S/O's Vision wasn't even active, she would just see them explode after they had shouted "HEAT END!".

(Rosaria) "You are both the best and the worst person I know of to clean up a mess of bandits discreetly."

(S/O) "Hah! The King/Queen of Hearts doesn't need to fight discreetly! I only fight with my fists!"

Honestly, as strange as this was, she also found it to be the funniest thing in the world. Maybe there SHOULD be more people like S/O and Fischl after all.

Eula couldn't exactly call anyone out for being "flashy".

But her S/O took that word to a whole new level. Especially with their manner of speech.

It made Eula look polite in comparison. S/O appeared to be playing the bit of a mysterious, strong, and rude warrior who only thought with their fists.

She had seen them become soft and loving, hell they were a couple, she knows they can become serious.

But after watching them fight a few times, she's starting to believe that S/O wasn't doing a bit like herself, and she did not know how to feel about that.

Eula watched S/O pull out a sword made of pure flames from their hands, wielding it in both their palms.

(S/O) "THIS HAND OF MINE GLOWS WITH AN AWESOME POWER! IT'S BURNING GRIP TELLS ME TO DEFEAT YOU!"

S/O slashed apart the Ruin Hunter with every swing, scorching the grass ablaze with their passion.

(S/O) "TAKE THIS! MY LOVE, MY ANGER, AND ALL OF MY SORROW! SHINING FINGER SWOOOOOOORD!"

With one final slash, the Ruin Hunter was split in half, with S/O leaping back as their pyro vision died down slowly.

Honestly, Eula didn't know if she should be impressed, cringing, or not be thinking that was one of the coolest things she had ever seen.

Probably a mixture of all three.

Honestly? Furina kind of gets it.

You spend so long doing a bit, it kind of becomes a part of you.

That being said, Furina isn't entirely sure if S/O's behavior was entirely theatrics.

But that's fine! It's a part of them after all, not like she had any room to criticize.

Whenever S/O wasn't in the room, she would be clenching her fists and throwing punches in the air, mimicking their tone.

(Furina) "How did they say it...? Ah, right! This hand of mine glows with an awesome power!"

Furina giggled as she said it out loud before putting on a 'serious expression' frowning as she concentrated.

(Furina) "It's loud roar tells me to grasp victory! SHINING, FIINGEEER!" giggle

As she turned to face the door, she nearly leapt out of her skin to see S/O watching her with a highly unamused face.

(Furina) "GAH! S-S/O! How long were you-"

(S/O) "The School of Master Asia cannot be replicated by simply mimicking my actions, Furina. It comes from within!"

Furina pouted a little.

(Furina) "It doesn't look that different from theatre, S/O! You're as dramatic as I am!"

(S/O) "Dramatic? Don't be absurd, I'm completely-"

(Furina) "You are not telling me you can say all that with a straight face every single time!"

(S/O) "...Can you not?"

...Either S/O was the best actor, or they lacked the self awareness that she (kinda) had.

Oh good Archons, please no.

Shinobu already had to reign in Itto and the others, now her lover was adding fuel to the fire.

Or more like an explosion to it.

S/O had taught Itto and the other members of the Arataki gang their strange dances.

Now instead of dealing with one, she had to deal with seven other idiots shouting about Erupting Burning Fingers.

(Shinobu) "S/O, you're a terrible influence."

(S/O) "Huh? What are you-"

(Shinobu) "Sara had just told me that Itto and the others were making a ruckus in the public square."

(S/O) "What ruckus can the dances my master and I-"

(Shinobu) "They're trying to match the speed of you and Master Asia, but end up only punching themselves in the face."

(S/O) "Hah! Looks like I need to train them harder-"

(Shinobu) "S/O."

S/O sighed loudly, adjusting their red headband.

(S/O) "Fine. I'll reign them in myself."

Personally, she thinks their nature is...strange, to put it mildly.

She has no idea how S/O and their master became so eccentric, but they meant as well as she and the others did so...Not too much harm could be done?

And admittedly, she did find it really cool that S/O's vision could make things explode in such a spectacular fashion.

But why did so many people in her life have to have some kind of screw loose with them?

There was only one word that could come to Bronya's mind watching S/O in action.

(Bronya) "What?"

She had been trained all her life to be noble, courteous, and elegant.

And here came S/O with all the elegance of a cannon.

S/O fought inside a machine that mimicked their actions 1 to 1. While the suit itself was strong, it was S/O who made it surpass the limits.

Their knowledge on martial arts was unsurpassed by anyone she had ever known.

But in a strange way, it made Bronya admire them. They wore their heart on their sleeve, with no one telling them how to live. That was really admirable.

And secretly, she found herself quoting S/O many times as she was training with her weapons. Much to her amusement and horror.

But the first time she watched them in action could not compare to anything.

The machine's wings flared out and formed an energy halo, with S/O's hand becoming a blinding fiery light.

Their chest opened up and revealed a large glowing orb, with the symbol of the King/Queen of hearts flashing in front of it.

Before Bronya could even question what S/O was doing, she watched them fly past all the Silvermane guards and save them by driving their robotic fist into the enemy.

(S/O) "BURNING, FIIIIINGEEEER!"

On command, the creature exploded into a brilliant light, making everyone recoil as their enemies fled in terror.

S/O turned around, their machine crossing its arms and standing dramatically on top of a hill, staring down at everyone.

(S/O) "Behold, THE SCHOOL OF MASTER ASIA! THE UNDEFEATED SCHOOL OF THE EAST!"

(Silvermane Guard) "...O-Okay...?"

Bronya had much of the same reaction, but a slight blush overtook her cheeks.

(Bronya) "That was...incredible!"

(Silvermane Guard) "Ma'am?"

(Bronya) "A-AHEM! Men, we continue onwards! Remember our training, and show that we are not to be surpassed!"

It was completely stupid how S/O shouted their moves but...damn, if it wasn't effective.

Seele sighs whenever she watches S/O in action.

Their moves were completely unnecessary, way too flashy, and the thing that annoyed her the most?

They worked. Like, there was nothing to counter S/O's idiotic moves, nor anything that could actually survive them.

It worked, and she hated that it did.

Seele simply steps out the way of an incoming monster part that had exploded spectacularly.

(Seele) "I will never understand how that machine of yours makes everything it touches detonate. It's like everything's made out of Natasha's grenades to you."

(S/O) "HAH! You are just watching the King/Queen of Hearts in action, Seele! Try to keep up!"

Her eye twitched. Oh now it was ON!

She had a great deal of respect for her S/O, truthfully. But it was dwarfed by her annoyance of them as well.

They would go on about complete nonsense, and yet when they were together, S/O could be a surprisingly normal and honest person.

Then she would watch them in the fight club and watch S/O in their machine grab someone's head, ready to make it explode.

(S/O) "Article 1: A Unit whose head section has been destroyed is disqualified!"

(Man) "H-HEY! THAT'S MY ACTUAL HEAD!"

(S/O) "Then I have won this fight."

Seele had never heard about these articles, or schools on this planet. Maybe it was an offworld thing.

...God, she hoped that whoever trained S/O wouldn't meet Natasha or the kids.

[honeyhae-svt]

🧸baby it's cold outside - w. junhui❄

wen junhui x gn!reader

december with seventeen ! 4/13 tags: jun x reader, snowstorm au, domestic vibes, movie night, pining, slow burn, fluffy ending, reader insert, cozy romance, winter love genre: fluff, romance warnings: none. just soft, wholesome vibes and playful banter wc: 2859 a/n: OHMYGODDDD MOON JUNHUI IS THE CUTEST THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE ONE SO FARRR AAAA 4/13 WHAT !! PLAY BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE BY MICHAEL BUBLE RN !!

it had started innocently enough — a movie night at junhui's apartment, nothing too out of the ordinary. you had bundled up in your thickest coat, determined to brave the snowy streets for a little midweek escape. when you arrived, junhui greeted you with his signature grin, the kind that made your heart skip in a way you didn't care to analyze too deeply.

"come in, come in, it's freezing out there," he said, ushering you inside before you could even finish stomping the snow off your boots. the warmth of his apartment was immediate and inviting, a stark contrast to the biting wind outside. it smelled like cinnamon, likely from the candles he always forgot to blow out.

"so," you began, shrugging off your coat, "what's the lineup tonight?"

junhui scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "uh, i kinda figured we'd just pick something. you know, depending on the vibe."

"the vibe?" you echoed, amused. "all right, let's set the vibe, then."

the two of you settled on some lighthearted rom-com, the kind neither of you would remember the plot of by the end of the night. but it didn't matter. junhui handed you a steaming mug of hot chocolate, and as the snowstorm picked up outside, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you.

"you're really gonna head back out in this?" junhui asked after a while, nodding toward the window. the snow was falling harder now, blanketing the streets in a thick, sparkling layer.

"probably," you replied, though your resolve was already weakening. "i can't exactly stay the night, jun."

"why not?" he countered, his tone light but his eyes holding a glint of something more. "it's cold, it's dangerous, and..." he trailed off, lips quirking up in a playful smirk. "i make a pretty great breakfast, you know."

you rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a smile. "junhui, i'll be fine. it's just snow."

"just snow?" he feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "you wound me. have you even seen how bad it's getting out there?"

as if on cue, the wind howled, rattling the windows. you glanced outside and frowned. okay, maybe it was a little worse than you'd thought. but staying over? that was a line you weren't sure you were ready to cross.

"seriously, it's fine," junhui said, his voice softer now. "i have an extra blanket, the couch is super comfy. or," he added with a teasing grin, "you could always just share the bed with me."

"in your dreams," you shot back, tossing a pillow at him.

"hey, i'm just saying," he laughed, catching it easily. "the option's there."

the movie continued, but you found it harder to focus. junhui's presence was too distracting — the way his arm rested casually along the back of the couch, how he leaned closer whenever he made a joke, the sound of his laugh when you couldn't help but laugh with him. it all felt too easy, too natural, and it scared you just a little.

"i guess i could stay for a little while longer," you conceded eventually, the words tasting sweeter than they should have. junhui's smile in response was almost enough to make you forget the snowstorm entirely.

"that's the spirit," he said, nudging your shoulder lightly. "but just so you know, i'm totally winning you over with my amazing hospitality."

"we'll see about that," you replied, though you both knew the truth. he already had.

junhui grinned, setting down his mug on the coffee table as he turned to face you. "so," he began, eyes glinting mischievously, "since you're staying a little longer, what should we do next?"

"you mean besides watch the movie we both stopped paying attention to?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"oh, come on," junhui said, shifting closer. "it's not even that good. besides, i've got a better idea."

before you could ask what he meant, a pillow collided softly with your shoulder. you blinked, stunned for a moment, before narrowing your eyes at him. "did you just..."

"hey, you looked like you needed a little excitement," junhui said, holding up another pillow with a mock-innocent expression. "so, what's it gonna be? surrender, or fight back?"

"junhui," you warned, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

"no escape now," he teased, tossing the second pillow your way. you caught it midair, the determination in your eyes making him laugh. "oh, you're gonna regret that," you said, clutching the pillow tightly.

and then it was chaos.

you swung the pillow, narrowly missing his head as he ducked and retaliated with a gentle thwack to your side. feathers flew as the cushions on the couch became collateral damage, and the sound of laughter filled the room. junhui was quick on his feet, darting behind the couch for cover, but you were relentless, launching an ambush that had him yelping in surprise.

"alright, alright! truce!" he called out, raising his hands in mock surrender as you advanced, pillow in hand.

"that's what i thought," you said triumphantly, lowering your weapon. but the moment you turned your back, junhui struck again, the soft impact of the pillow catching you off guard.

"you're the worst!" you exclaimed, spinning around to chase him as he laughed, doubling over and barely dodging your swings.

"okay, okay, now i'm really calling a truce," he said, collapsing onto the couch with his hands up. you eyed him suspiciously but couldn't suppress the grin spreading across your face.

"you better not be lying," you said, plopping down next to him, breathless from the impromptu battle. your hair was slightly mussed, and junhui reached out, gently brushing away a stray feather clinging to your sweater.

"you're cute when you're mad," he said, his voice softer now, the teasing tone replaced with something warmer.

"and you're insufferable," you replied, though there was no real bite to your words. the room felt quieter now, the only sounds the muffled wind outside and the distant hum of the movie credits rolling.

junhui's gaze lingered on you, his expression softening. "but you're staying, right?" he asked, almost hesitant.

you smiled, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "yeah, i'm staying."

junhui let out a soft laugh, leaning back against the couch as you both caught your breath from the pillow fight. his cheeks were tinged pink, though you couldn't tell if it was from the exertion or something else entirely. the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, you forgot about the snowstorm outside.

"you're really something else," junhui murmured, his voice low and fond.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked, turning to face him.

he shrugged, his expression softening. "just... you. you're always so much fun to be around. even when you're pelting me with pillows."

"well, someone had to keep you in check," you teased, but your voice wavered slightly under the weight of his gaze. there was something different about the way he was looking at you now, something that made your stomach flip.

"you know," junhui said, shifting closer, "i kind of wish every night could be like this."

you blinked, your heart racing as his words hung in the air. "jun, what are you..."

he reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested on the couch. "stay," he said softly. "not just because of the snow. stay because... i like having you here. with me."

you felt your cheeks heat up, your breath catching in your throat. "junhui..."

he gave you a small, nervous smile. "i'm serious. you've always been special to me, you know? and i don't think i can keep pretending it's just nothing."

you searched his face, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his eyes. for all his teasing and playful antics, junhui had always had a way of catching you off guard when it mattered most.

"you're really bad at keeping secrets, you know that?" you said finally, your voice trembling just enough to betray your own feelings.

"is that a yes?" he asked, his lips curving into the softest smile you'd ever seen.

you didn't answer right away, instead leaning forward to press your forehead against his. "maybe," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

junhui chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "i'll take it."

the space between you seemed to disappear in an instant, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was as soft as it was certain. junhui's hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle as though he was afraid you'd vanish if he held on too tightly.

when you finally pulled back, your heart was pounding, and junhui was looking at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky.

"so," he said, his voice teasing but still laced with affection, "is that enough to convince you to stay?"

"maybe," you replied, grinning. "but only if you make good on that amazing breakfast you promised."

"deal," junhui said, pulling you closer until you were nestled against his side. outside, the snowstorm continued to rage, but in that moment, neither of you cared. all that mattered was the warmth between you and the feeling that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

"you’re really staying, huh?" he murmured, resting his chin lightly on top of your head.

"i guess so," you replied, the words soft and playful, though your heart was racing at how natural this all felt. "but only because the snow forced me."

"yeah, yeah, blame the snow," junhui teased, tilting his head to look down at you. "you just wanted an excuse to hang out with me longer, admit it."

you rolled your eyes, poking his side gently. "you’re delusional."

"uh-huh," he said, grinning. "but you’re still here, so what does that say about you?"

you didn’t answer, just leaned into him a little more, letting the warmth between you grow. after a moment of comfortable silence, junhui shifted, reaching for one of the fallen pillows.

"what are you doing now?" you asked, watching as he fluffed the pillow and set it against the armrest of the couch.

"making sure you’re comfy," he said simply, motioning for you to lie down.

"you’re ridiculous," you said, but you obliged anyway, settling against the pillow with a sigh. junhui stretched out beside you, draping the blanket over both of you as he adjusted to face you.

"see? this is nice," he said, his voice softer now, his hand resting lightly on your arm.

you looked at him, the flickering light from the television casting shadows across his features. his eyes were warm, his expression uncharacteristically tender. for a moment, you forgot to breathe.

"what are you staring at?" he asked, his lips curving into a small smile.

"nothing," you replied quickly, though the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you.

junhui chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you’re really bad at hiding things, you know that?"

"and you’re really annoying," you shot back, though there was no heat in your words.

"but you like me anyway," he said, his voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity that made your heart ache in the best way.

you didn’t deny it this time, instead letting your hand find his under the blanket. his fingers laced with yours effortlessly, the simple gesture sending a rush of warmth through you.

"hey," junhui said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.

"what?" you asked, your eyes meeting his.

"do you think it’s weird that this feels... easy? like we’ve done this a million times before?"

you hesitated, the vulnerability in his question catching you off guard. "no," you said finally. "i don’t think it’s weird. i think it’s nice."

junhui smiled, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. "yeah," he agreed. "it is."

the silence that followed wasn’t awkward or heavy; it was the kind of silence that felt full, like it carried all the things you both wanted to say but didn’t need to. you stayed like that for a while, your hands entwined, the snowstorm outside a distant memory.

eventually, junhui shifted closer, his free arm wrapping around you in a way that felt both protective and comforting. "you know," he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, "if this is what snowstorms lead to, i kind of hope it never stops snowing."

you laughed softly, resting your head against his chest. "you’re such a sap."

"only for you," he said, the words coming so naturally that they took your breath away.

you tilted your head to look up at him, your nose brushing against his. his gaze flickered to your lips, and before you could overthink it, he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was somehow even softer, even sweeter than the first.

his hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he kissed you with a tenderness that made your heart swell. it wasn’t rushed or frantic; it was deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second, every touch.

when you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. junhui’s eyes searched yours, his expression a mix of awe and affection.

"so," he said, his voice low and a little breathless, "still thinking about braving the snow?"

"not a chance," you replied, your smile matching his.

"good," he said, pulling you impossibly closer. "because i don’t think i’m ready to let you go yet."

“Okay, so what’s this ‘amazing breakfast’ I apparently promised?” Junhui asked, pulling the blanket draped over the couch to wrap around both of you. His arm slipped naturally around your shoulders, and you found yourself leaning into him without a second thought.

“Well, you’re the one who brought it up,” you teased, resting your head against his chest. “So I’m expecting, at the very least, pancakes. With chocolate chips. And maybe strawberries.”

“Oh, so we’re setting the bar that high, huh?” he chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a loose strand of your hair. “Do you want a five-course meal while I’m at it? Perhaps a personalized coffee art of your face?”

“I mean, if you’re offering…” you quipped, glancing up at him with a mischievous grin.

Junhui sighed dramatically, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute. But fine, pancakes it is. I’ll even break out the fancy syrup.”

“Fancy syrup? Oh, wow. You really are pulling out all the stops,” you said, laughing softly. The sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear was comforting, steady, and it made the world outside feel a little smaller and a lot less cold.

“You deserve it,” Junhui said, his voice quieter now, softer. You tilted your head to look at him, and the sincerity in his eyes made your chest tighten all over again.

“You’re really sweet, you know that?” you murmured, your fingers curling around the fabric of his sweater.

Junhui shrugged, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. “Only for you.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that wrapped around you like the warmth of the blanket you were sharing—a silence filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions that didn’t need to be said aloud.

After a moment, Junhui shifted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know,” he started, his tone playful but with a hint of something deeper, “if you stayed over more often, I could make you breakfast all the time. Just saying.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to look at him. “Are you trying to trick me into spending more nights here?”

“Is it working?” he asked, grinning.

“Hmm… maybe,” you replied, pretending to think it over. “Depends on how good these pancakes are.”

Junhui laughed, shaking his head. “I’m doomed. One burnt pancake, and you’ll never let me live it down, huh?”

“Correct,” you said, poking his side.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, the snowstorm outside forgotten as you basked in each other’s company. Eventually, Junhui tugged you closer, his hand finding yours beneath the blanket.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand.

You glanced at him, your expression softening. “About what?”

“About wishing every night could be like this,” he admitted, his gaze earnest. “I don’t just mean tonight. I mean… you. I want more nights like this. More mornings, too. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of having you around.”

His words made your heart do somersaults, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right words to respond. Instead, you leaned up to kiss him again, letting your actions speak louder than anything you could say.

When you pulled away, Junhui’s cheeks were flushed, and he was grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “So… is that a yes to more movie nights and pancakes?” he asked, his tone teasing but his eyes hopeful.

“It’s a yes to whatever you want,” you replied, smiling as you rested your head against his shoulder. “As long as it’s with you.”

Junhui let out a content sigh, holding you a little tighter. “I think I can live with that.”

The snowstorm outside raged on, but neither of you cared. In that small, cozy apartment, wrapped up in each other, it felt like the rest of the world had melted away, leaving just the two of you and the warmth of something that felt a lot like love.

And maybe, just maybe, every night could be like this.

A/N: i might just drop the rest of the members (left) on the weekends lmao (what i mean drop, as in posting all at once but we both know thats impossible). been busy. thank you for reading this shitwork !! loveyouuu

i'll try to post tomorrow i swear (no promises kept)

december with seventeen ! 4/13

[ghosts-to-reid]

Neo-Gothic Finale

Summary: The team finnaly have a lead after fruitless efforts. Now, you must face your own generational curses to confront the real monster at hand.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Gory descriptions, Alusions to SA but it is inncorect, CM violence, bodily harm, murder descriptions.

A/N: Im so sorry for how late this is!

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Masterlist

“I am an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it. But now the dream is over... and the insect is awake.” 

Read A sticky note left on the windshield of your car, the car that was parked outside of Spencer’s apartment. Hotch had assigned officers to stand guard over Spencer and Your apartments, but somehow, someway, the stalker had found out where you were.

With a pale face, you had handed the note over to Spencer, who first eyed it curiously, the mirrored your dread. Meeting your gaze, flashes of worry flickered between you both before Spencer quickly ushered you into the passenger seat and sped off towards the BAU.

Once there, the team gathered to regroup, to process this new information. The unsub had your location somehow, and was aware that you were staying with Spencer. The extent of his knowledge on your relationship wasn’t known however, but it made the pair of you more alert. 

“Why do I recognise this quote?” Derek asked quizzically, eyeing the note that Garcia had scanned onto her tablet, enlarging it to better analyse. 

“It’s from The Fly, The 80’s version.” You replied, arms folded “It’s my favourite movie, has been since I was a kid.” 

“So the Unsub has that much knowledge on you, that we know. But it’s a derision from his MO, he has been focusing on older texts, why skip decades to horror?” JJ wondered aloud from her seat, her head cocked sidewards as she reread the note once more

“It’s my two areas of expertise, I’ve had a few articles published about horror between the 60s to now. They come up if you google me, he probably realised and wanted to try a different mode of action.” Glancing to Spencer unconsciously, you seek reassurance from your boyfriend. It seemed a juvenile term for your bond, yet you were happy that he was yours. There had been no time to tell the team of course, with the stress of being discovered. Once your eyes meet, you feel brave enough to continue “I wrote a paper recently about body horror and used it as my main point of reference.” 

“Ok, so the unsub is up to date with your work. Why this quote in particular?” Rossi asked. The team thought silently for a moment, Spencer met your eyes once more, a silent question. He knows why they chose this particular line from the film, but he wanted to know if the team were ready to. Blinking back for a moment, you take a small breath before nodding. He smiles before clearing his throat

“I think I know why the unsub chose this particular phrasing. You see, at this point in the film Brundle, the scientist, has gotten so far into his transformation into a fly, that he believes he won’t be able to control his animalistic instincts. He is telling Veronica that she needs to leave him because he is afraid of hurting her when he completes his transformation.” The team nods along as he speaks,he has stood by now and is walking closer to the screen “He refers to himself as an insect, so in this context he believes himself as monstrous. His fantasy has been fractured, Y/N made him feel like a man somehow, but seeing her in a relationship with someone else has fractured that fantasy in his mind. He believes he was performing these murders out of love, but now that he has seen it was fruitless, he’s escalating to something he feels will grab her attention more. It’s almost warning us that he’s going to strike again, maybe even lash out at Y/N…” He finishes. The team seemed to all be in agreement with Spencer’s deduction, until one by one the realisation dawned on them.

“Wait… Who are you in a relationship with?” Garcia gasped, her attention now focused on solely you. There were a cacophony of different questions barraging you at once-

“You have a boyfriend?”

“How long have you been seeing someone?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” 

Spencer, seeing your flustered state, silently made his way to stand behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, which you take, as a silent admittance to the team. Looking around, Spencer lends a bashful smile to everyone. Garcia nearly burst with joy, forgetting the situation that you were currently in, she bounced over with a million questions. Everyone seemed to share in ehr delight, all until Hotch cleared his throat sternly

“Whilst I’m very happy for the two of you, we need to refocus our attention. Garcia, has there been any luck with contacting the uncle from Alaska?”

“No sir”

“Have local authorities try to contact him. Dave and I will be interviewing Doctor Purcell, JJ you and Emily will be interviewing Doctor Bell. Garcia I want tracking on the uncle at all times, since we haven’t been able to contact him he may be our best suspect right now. Do some digging into Quarles past, if anything sketchy comes up contact me immediately.” He pauses for a moment, eyeing Spencer and you. “I think it’s best that Y/N stays here for now, Spencer. I need you to do a geological profile with the evidence we have.”

Just like that, everyone was off to complete their assigned tasks, leaving you by yourself, thinking through the events that have transpired so far. Becoming a victim, becoming prey, was never a feeling you’d ever thought you would experience again. It was as if you were a lamb being set up for slaughter, a sacrifice for a madman's desire. 

The day seemed stagnant, leaving many thoughts to travel through your mind. It was Mid-day when the team rejoined you in the briefing room, with more unfavourable news.

“A new body has been found.” Hotch spoke with a stern voice, Spencer sat beside you, hand snaking into yours for comfort, for him or you- you didn’t know. When Hotch spoke, you felt your stomach drop. New, gory, pictures of a crime scene were now displayed on the screen. 

A young girl, hanging from a tree, with her entrails hanging down. Exactly like Casey Becker in the opening scene of the first Scream movie. Your jaw dropped looking at that poor girl, the evidence of her terror had frozen to her features, now wringing and warping any innocence she may have had left. All you could do was stare at her, eyes unmoving from the image. Studying the blood that adorned her skin, how pale she looked now. The team began talking around you, but it all sounded so far away. The girl on the screen had evoked something within you, something you couldn’t place. It was overwhelming. Standing suddenly, you excused yourself from the briefing room, fleeing into the women's restroom. 

Steadying yourself on the sink, you took a shaky breath. Staring at your own reflection, you tried to compose yourself from whatever feelings were now burning through you.

You had simply had enough.

Always the victim, always the centre of some sort of destruction. The sympathetic heroine who is pitied for her past. Since your parents, since the start of this case… It angered you now. 

Even more so after Texas, after Tyler. After that poor, poor girl. A new resolve had begun to bubble forth within you, a resolve that  sought out justice. No one else was going to get hurt because of you; this stopped now. 

No longer will you fit into the archetype that this stalker had forced you into, you were going to break free. It seemed silly to you now, that your resolve had come forth now in all of this disaster, but it would need to happen sooner rather than later. Agency in women was a big part of what attracted you to the genre in the first place, it was time you took your own.

The bathroom door opened behind you, the reflection before you showed Emily. She gingerly made her way over to you, placing a hand on the small of your back

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I'm just…” You took a deep breath. “We need to catch this guy. I’m not going to let him hurt anyone else.” Whilst speaking you had straightened your posture, turning to the brunette beside you. 

“And we will-”

“No, Emily. We are going to stop this, I’m not going to let anyone else around me get hurt. Whoever this is, they want me to be their perfect gothic heroine, their Isabella, their Adeliza, Their Mina Harker, but I won't. If he wants a tragic heroine, he has to look somewhere else because he won’t be finding it here. Not anymore.” 

Emily seemed taken back at your sudden vigour, but was quick to smile at you. 

“Then let’s get back into the briefing room, we’ll see what Hotch can give you to help.”

After a few hours, all the interviews that needed to be conducted were over. 

Doctor Purcell was cleared, quickly enough. He had an airtight alibi, and furthermore, he seemed to only want the best for you. He was a brilliant lecturer, he often went above and beyond, which is what led the team's suspicion in the first place. However, he was just a little bit eccentric, but no real threat after all.

Doctor Bell, though affronted by the accusation, was cooperative. He answered questions without any problem, and was in and out of the interrogation within 20 minutes. It was kind of puzzling to agents why he was brought in in the first place, he was simply a professional. 

Your Uncle, however, had quickly become the team's main focus. Hewas unreachable, the officers sent to his address had reported back that there was no evidence that he had been there for weeks.

Your blood ran cold, It had to be him. As if anchoring you, Spencer’s hand found yours, intertwining your fingers, and pulling you in. He held you close to his chest as you processed. Frozen for a moment in the revelation, you did not reciprocate his hold immediately. Spencer pulls away gently, and smooths out your hair gently before turning to Hotch.

“What now?” Spencer asked, arm snaking around your waist protectively.

“Y/N, What do you know about your Uncle Kirk?” Rossi caught your attention from beside you, pursing your lips a moment, you thought back to the times you had met him.

“I’ve only met him three, maybe four times? And they were years ago.” You replied

“What can you tell us about these meetings?” Rossi continued “Was there anything significant that stood out for you? Anything odd?”

Thinking as hard as you could, your memory failed you. 

“There's, like, brief glimpses. I can’t seem to fully grasp onto anything.” Looking over to the older man, he pondered for a moment.

“Hotch, I think we should try a cognitive, Y/N, are you okay with that?” He spoke kindly to you, glancing at Spencer who only squeezed your side in comfort, you agreed.

There, you were now sitting, with Spencer before you, In Hotch’s office. The two older men observed from the far side of the room as Spencer explained how a cognitive interview works.

“I’m going to walk you through meeting your uncle ok? We’ll take it slow, and stop if you need to.” He rubbed your knee lightly, taking a moment to breathe you finally nodded

“Ok. I'm ready.” You spoke meagerly.

“Close your eyes. Sit back. Now, Where are you? What do the walls look like? How does the floor feel?” Spencer begins to walk you through, gentle prompts falling from his lips as you slowly begin to recall any memory you could.

“I’m in my parents living room.” Your voice was weak “It was before they redecorated… The walls are still yellow.”

“How old are you, Y/N?”

“I’m Seven… I can hear someone talking” Involuntarily, your brows knitted together in concentration

“Can you focus on their conversation?” He asked gently

“My parents are greeting someone, they seem happy. It’s my uncle, Kirk. I recognise him from a picture my mum kept, he worked so far away so we never saw him. Our family is very… Hermetic.” 

The men in the room scoffed amused at your comment, the trait was clear in your family. Your parents raised you on an isolated property, your uncle had moved himself to Alaska, and you had moved states and made no new connections since. 

“He’s coming over to me, he’s smiling.” You continued “He hands me a present…

As you took the gift from the man before you, your eyes moved to your parents, seeking permission to open the gift. Smiling, they encourage you, expecting a book, or a set of pens. Yet, when you excitedly rip off the yellow polka dot wrapping paper, you reveal a small stack of old VHS tapes including The Fly, Poltergeist, and Killer Klowns from Outer space. Though you were still eager to receive any sort of present, hugging your uncle tight, your parents didn’t seem so amused.

“What the hell Kirk, she’s Seven!” Your father let out an exasperated sigh, your mother looked aghast

“She’s far too young to watch that, KK!” Your mother shrieked, arms crossing in faint anger, your uncle Kirk simply let out a laugh

“Are you kidding? She’s going to love them! Come on, sis! We watched these for the first time when we were the same age, we’re okay!” He chuckled the entire time he spoke, kneeling in front of you once more “Wanna have a scary movie marathon with your weird uncle KK?” he smiled to you, making you giggle and nod eagerly

“I love scary stuff!” You shouted, eagerly leading him to the living room, where the pair of you sat watching the movies for hours.

Your parents protested, until, eventually your own mother couldn't resist the nostalgia, and joined in as soon as she saw a shirtless Jeff Goldblum

“Well, I’m going to have to make sure she isn’t too scared…” Was she reasoning? Eventually, your father relented too, Having become swayed by the three of your enthusiasms. He could hear the laughter and chatter all the way down to his workshop, and felt left out. 

The night had become a classic horror movie night in no time, Your mother and uncle introducing you to every creature feature, or appropriate slashers that were more comical than scary. To your parents' surprise, you weren't scared. In fact, you were the opposite. Your uncle had been right, that you were like him. That night, though since long forgotten, You and your uncle had formed a close connection, a shared love for gore. It was a fond memory that had become fuzzy over the years, but was now brought fourth by Spencer. Without realising, you were smiling. Thinking back on your parents, it had never occurred to you how much of their influence had rubbed off on you. Your love for the macabre wasn’t individual to you, but was something that your uncle and mother had bonded over, and then later with you. Even if you remembered or not, this giant piece of you was forged by them.

“How was your uncle with you? Did he push any boundaries?” Worry laced Spencer’s voice as it cut through your vision. Shaking your head, you knew what he was alluding to

“No, he  didn’t do anything weird… We just. Got on really well, actually. Whilst he was with us, we read together too… Dracula… And-And we would play games. I-” You cut yourself off as a new memory washed over you. 

Now, you were a little older, maybe twelve or thirteen. Kirk had come to visit once more, and without realising, this was his last ever visit before your parents' deaths. The pair of you were sitting on the porch swing, drinking lemonade under the setting light of the sun. He was smiling as you droned on about school, and homework, other petty things that tweens complain about. When you noticed how one sided the conversation had become, you turned your attention to Kirk, confused.

“What?”

“I think I’ll call you Ronnie.” He smiled

Your eyes snapped open as the name escaped your lips.

“Ronnie…! You muttered once more, trying to place the name.

“The Fly!” Spencer gasped “Ronnie, she’s the main character. She’s the one who helps Brundel with his machines. She even stayed after his transformation.”

Hotch and Rossi share a pointed look “So why choose this name for Y/N? If his attraction isn’t obsessively romantic, what can it be?”

“It’s still what we thought, He’s just projecting female heroines onto Y/N, But we know the root now. The Fly. There’s something about that film that’s important to him.” 

A knock came to the door, Garcia entering quickly

“Um, Hotch, we have a new note.” She spoke nervously, the team's eyes widened “It was delivered to the front desk this morning, before we were on full alert. I pulled the CCTV and its Quarles, but in disguise.” She quickly shoved the tablet to Hotch, who was central in the huddle that had formed around Garcia. Each of you gazed at the recording, watching your uncle, now older and much more raggedy looking, delivering an envelope to the front desk before quickly exiting. “I’m having Kevin track his movements through any CCTV cameras we can find through the city, this is time stamped just after the note was discovered on your car, Y/N.” 

Staring at the paused image of your uncle, you felt your fists clench by your side. Knowing he was committing these crimes was one thing, but seeing him like this, targeting you, it brought out an entirely new rage within you.

“What now?” You rushed out

“Well, we’ve tracked him as far as an abandoned house on the edge of town.”

“Gather the team, we’re going to catch him now.” Hotch spoke sternly, as the group began to move briskly to their stations, Spencer held a hand in front of you 

“You can’t be there for the takedown.” He spoke sternly and softly, feet planted before you and blocking your way. Shooting him an annoyed look you snap out a meagre ‘why’ as he sighs. “You aren’t an agent, love. You’re not fit for the field-”

“But it’s MY family, Spence!” You crossed your arms angrily, you were frustrated. It felt like you were a child again, frustration bubbling to the surface, that hopeless feeling clawing itself back into your chest. With tight lips, Spencer took another step towards you, he pulled you in close and rubbed your back. 

“I know, love. I know. But I can’t risk putting you in danger either.” He mutters softly into you hair, you finally let out a frustrated sob, all your emotions matriculating into tears. Burying your face into his chest, you were sure you were going to soak his sweater, but his hold feld too nice to care. He grounded you like no one else had ever done before, as if was morphine in human form. He held you until you composed yourself, and pulled away from him on your own. Planting your feet, you held his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you and only you.

“Promise me. Promise you’ll stop him, love.” You pleaded with him, voice almost a whisper. He gave you his puppy dog eyes 

“Of course, love.” He leaned in and gave you a kiss, slow and soft. He pulled away before wishing you goodbye, before you made your way to Garcia’s office.

Listening to the team work was extraordinary. It impressed you how quick they were in planning, talking. Sitting there in stunned silence, you simply listened intently to the call playing through Penelope’s loud speaker. 

The team had managed to breach the house, the silence that followed made your heart stutter with worry. It was eerie, you were blind to what was going on, when all of a sudden a loud bang of a door opening made you jump from your seat

“FBI! Put the weapon down!” Morgan order echoed through the room, Penelope and your eyes trained on the speakerphone.

“No! She needs to see!” Your uncle shouted, it had been years since you had heard his voice. Once a happy distant memory now made your blood run cold

“Who needs to see what, Kirk?” Spencer spoke, swallowing thickly, you were even more concerned knowing that Spencer was now with the man who had been targeting you.

“Ronnie! She needs to see all of the work I’ve put in! All of her favourites, they’ve come to life!” 

“Do you mean Y/N?” Morgan barked

“No, Ronnie! I’ve always called ehr Ronnie! She always wanted to be like her, like all of the others! I’m the only one who can make that happen, I’m the only one who can save her!” Your uncle sounded erratic, you had never heard this side of him before. Garcia held your hand tightly.

“Save her from what, Kirk?” Spencer was calm, his voice portraying no emotion

“From the monsters! She’s not afraid, oh no, she’s too tough. But I-I have to stop them, they wont hurt her again!”

“What do you mean again, Kirk?”

“Stay back!” Your uncle screeched, it was too much for you now. Breaking from Penelope's hold you stood, pacing around the room with your bottom lip held tightly between your teeth. “Nothing like before will ever happen to her again!”

“Before… Her parents?” You heard Spencer ask, not seeing anything was killing you. How close was Spencer? Where were the rest of the team? What was going on on the other side of the phone?

“Yes! It… It was horrible!” There was a break in Kirk’s voice “They didn’t deserve that… She didn’t!” He screamed, clear anguish.

It had never occurred to you how the death of your parents might have affected Kirk, after all he was a rare sight. He and your mother were close growing up, but like your family's tendency for isolation, you had no funeral for them. There was no closure for Kirk, hell, you hadn’t even spoken to him after their deaths. It was left up to the police to notify him, and still, you never reached out. It seems as though it had caused far more damage than you had expected.

“She was alone!” Kirk sobbed “I didn’t protect her.” 

It was not unclear who he was referring to now, you or your mother. Glancing at Garcia, you shared a confused look. Quickly, you moved to return to your seat. Without thinking, you unmute the speaker phone

“Let me speak to him” You ordered rather than asked. Garcia gasped whilst the line on the other side went silent, Communication invisible to you being had, till eventually you heard Spencer speak once more

“Do you want to talk to Y/N?” Spencer asked, his voice laced with sympathy for the man before him. You don’t hear a reply when a video call from Morgan pop’s up on Garcia’s screen. Moving to centre yourself in the frame, Garcia accepts as you prepare to, kind of, face your uncle.

It takes a moment for the feed to connect, but when it does, you can't help but feel your heart drop.

There your uncle was, the last remnant of your family, looking entirely changed.

Once a well groomed, mild mannered man, he had become wild. His hair was long and messy, and a beard that had clearly not been groomed for a long time. His clothes were tattered and filthy, and though you were only seeing him through a screen, you were sure he hadn’t bathed for a long time either. Despite everything, it broke your heart.

“Ronnie…” He quietly sobbed “I didn’t protect her!” 

“It’s okay, Kirk. It’s not your fault-” You began to plead before he interrupted

“No, It isn’t! I was meant to protect her! But I can still save you!” 

“I don’t need protecting, Kirk. What happened was a horrible terrible misfortune. And I'm sorry we didn’t mourn together. We should’ve come together as a family, but I pushed you away. I'm sorry, Uncle Kk…” Tears threatened to spill from you as your voice began to wobble. Kirk gasped, almost like he was in pain, when he heard his old nickname.

“But… But the monsters, Ronnie… They… They’re everywhere-”

“Maybe they are, Kk. But, do you remember why we loved horror? Why did we love The Fly? Or Dracula?” The man's weapon began to lower as he focused on your image on the phone, chin wobbling as he looked at you

“Because… Because we knew we could take them on… You never let them scare you, you were convinced you would survive a horror movie without making their mistakes” A small smile broke pout on his face as he gently lowered his weapon. Spencer quickly moved in whilst Kirk was distracted, taking the gun he was holding and placing handcuffs around his wrists.

“See? I can take them, Kirk. I’ll be okay, you don’t have to do this.”

The man simply kept his eyes on you, he didn’t reply except for a small smile. He was muttering quietly to himself “You’re so much like her… You look just like your mother…” Was all he said. 

Eventually, Spencer saw him out, finally arresting him. The video feed cut, and now you were left with just Garcia. She looked at you, with soft eyes

“Are you okay?” She rolled her chair closer to yours. Looking at her from the now black screen, you couldn’t answer at first. Simply blinking at her for a minute

“Yeah, actually… I’m feeling pretty- Pretty amazing actually.” You smiled.

A weight was lifted off of your shoulders, of course. You were out of danger now, and free to live your life. But, there was a larger sense of pride within you. Helping catch someone so evil and deplorable, family or not, felt amazing. 

It took hours for the paperwork to be done, after processing and writing up reports, the team didn’t manage to leave until around 12am. There was no longer anything stopping you from going home freely, yet you decided to wait for Spencer. Wanting nothing more than to just unwind with the man who you happily called your boyfriend.

Holding your hand, he led you to your car. Driving together in silence again, back to his apartment. 

Ordering takeout, getting comfortable, and holding each other on the couch, all felt too blissful for you. It was far too perfect, but you didn’t care. Years of no attachments hadn’t served you well, if the last few weeks were anything to go by, so you decided to push aside any abject dread in favour of finally having your happy ending.

“So…” Spencer interrupted your thoughts “What are your thoughts on becoming a profiler now?” His voice was laced with curiosity that made you giggle. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the chuckle arising from your giggling fit, you shifted your head to look up to the man beside you.

“Fine,  I’ll talk to Hotch about it tomorrow.”

The end...?

Tags: @pleasantwitchgarden @xamapolax@kchv@nymph0puppp

[exhaslo]

Hi I have a weirdly specific request for a Miguel fic! I was watching a fav movie Dirty Dancing and the part where baby and Johnny are practicing and they do the crawling to Love is Strange, I was wondering if you could write a one shot of the reader attempting to make Miguel less stressed at his office by dancing for him and when the “hey Sylvia? Yes Mickey?” Part comes on she’s crawling over to him and on his lap and smut ensuuuuues and he plays along cos he can’t help it. SO SORRY IF that’s so jumbled idk how else to describe it 🤷‍♀️

Sooooo, embarrassing enough, I've never seen Dirty Dancing. I could never get into those movies as a kid or even now. But I'll watch that scene so I have an idea of what you mean and I'll do my best to write it!

Also, sorry this was late!! I can't catch a break at both jobs for the holidays!

Warning: Minors DNI, dry humping, smut, almost caught, teasing

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No one liked working at Alchemax and if you did, you were insane. Alchemax was a company that would literally drag your soul down to the depths of hell if you even dared to relax. Shit, it was impossible to quit because the CEO would drug everyone who tried to leave. Especially if they were a good worker.

You fell into that group of good workers; however, you knew better than to quit. Once you saw some of your coworkers acting funny, you were stuck. At least you had something to keep you going at this horrible job.

Your sexy crush of a coworker, Miguel O'Hara.

You would do anything for that man. Give him coffee-check; help with a project you knew nothing about-check; stay hours late to help Miguel with an assignment-check. You were down bad for that man, and honestly, you were ready to make your move.

Miguel was a man of few words. He was one of the coworkers whom many avoided because of his resting bitch face. His tone felt cold and cruel, but hell, you loved that about him.

"He's pissed again," One of your coworkers whispered.

Your ears perked up, knowing full well that they were talking about Miguel. Already walking with a skip in your step, you went to Miguel's office with a nice large cup of coffee in your hands.

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Miguel threw his chair across the room, letting out a frustrated yell. Everyone in the lab had left already, leaving Miguel all alone in a fucked up lab. Breathing heavily to calm himself down, Miguel cussed before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Miguel?"

Ah, music to his ears. Miguel inhaled deeply, listening to your sweet voice as you entered his lab. You were the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Oh how Miguel wanted to eat you up. To have you in his arms, crying out his name.

"(Y/N), brave as always," Miguel said softly.

You just smiled, handing him a cup of coffee. His hands grazing over your fingers just for a moment. Miguel felt the urge to hover over you, watching that creeping plush cover your cheeks.

"The others are just lazy wimps." You said with a chuckle. Miguel hummed in response as he took a sip,

"Indeed. Now I have to clean this mess and do a mountain of paperwork."

"Why don't you have the others clean?" You asked. Miguel glanced at you,

"Ha, and why would they do that?"

Miguel watched your smile turn mischievous . Oh, how he loved that look. You were such a trouble maker sometimes. Always giving Miguel a rise with your antics. Another thing that Miguel loved so much about you.

"Weeeeell, maybe because you are suuuuch a genius and everyone wants to willow at your feet." You teased, bumping your hips against his, "How about I help you with your paperwork later?"

"So you aren't going to help me clean either?" Miguel hummed, resisting the urge to grab your hips.

"Nope~ I have a report to finish."

Miguel watched as you skipped out of the lab. Your ass swaying ever so slightly. Damn, Miguel wanted you bad. Licking his lips, Miguel just closed his eyes and relished your fleeting presence. He was going to have to be patient until later.

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You held your cheeks as you paced back and forth in front of Miguel's office. Everyone had gone home for the day expect the two of you and now you were about to seclude yourself in a small room with him. You had already planned this all out.

But you were still nervous.

"Wow, that really is a lot of paperwork." You whispered, entering the office. Miguel scoffed,

"I told you,"

You huffed your cheeks out since Miguel had his stressed tone. Slowly approaching him, you kept a smile as you readied your plan. Miguel kept watching you, wondering what you were doing as you placed your phone on the counter.

"(Y/N), music isn't going to help." Miguel said with a soft sigh.

"Not with that attitude."

You swayed your hips with the music and stroked your hands across his shoulders. You could feel Miguel tense up. With a soft pull, you motioned Miguel towards you and kept dancing to the rhythm. Miguel was still not moving with the groove.

"Loosen up, let your body do what it wants,"

Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine as he followed your movements. To let his body move to how it wants? Hopefully you won't regret those words. Placing his hands against your hips, Miguel felt drawn to you like a drug.

"There we go, but someone is a little handsy~" You cooed.

"Moving to the music," Was all Miguel whispered.

You felt your heart race as Miguel's hands kept roaming your body. You teased him and pulled his hands back a little, which ended up with his face near your chest. Immediately letting go of his hands, you bit your lower lip as Miguel grabbed your ass.

"Eyes up here," You sang, moving his hands away.

You shuddered softly as Miguel brought his face to your belly. You gently raised his chin, making eye contact with Miguel. He looked different. You weren't sure what it was, but it was starting to turn you on. This dancing was getting sexual.

Miguel's hands were groping you ass and stroking up to your stomach. You shuddered once more, moving his hands again. Miguel licked and kissed your stomach, making you shiver.

"Miguel," You muttered, gently moving him away.

Miguel inhaled deeply, as he moved away from you. As you kept dancing, Miguel kept his eyes on you. He got on his knees and knew that this was going to be hard for him. He was losing his control against you.

"Hey, (Y/N)" Miguel hummed to the tune. You turned towards him, sliding over,

"Yes, Miguel?"

"Could you call me your lover boy?" Miguel's smirk started to show as he sang to the song. You pressed your body against his chest,

"Yes, lover boy?"

Like instinct, Miguel grabbed your face and brought you in for a deep kiss. Neither one of you hesitating as your tongues started to battle each other. You crawled onto his lap, straddling him as Miguel won the battle of your tongues.

You moaned softly as Miguel kept his kisses against your neck while his hands kept wandering your body. You felt like you were on fire. Everything Miguel did was turning you on more and more. Gasping softly, you started to rub your hips against Miguel's crotch as he kissed your chest through your shirt.

"That's not in tune to the music," Miguel hummed.

With a bite, Miguel undid your button down shirt and bra with his teeth alone. You were surprised and honestly, impressed. Complying with his demand, you started to grind to the music as Miguel kissed and sucked your nipples.

"Hah, hey lover boy~" You hummed to the music. Miguel picked you up and laid your back against his desk,

"Yes?"

"You aren't going to fuck me to the rhythm are you? Because I don't think I can last that long," You chuckled. Miguel smirked to your response, his hands already working on your pants,

"Is that a challenge?"

You wanted to whine and complain, but Miguel had continued his kisses and grinds. Once he undid your pants, Miguel made sure to do the same to his. His dry humping getting a bit rougher and faster as he kept playing with your breasts.

You flung your head back from the friction, moaning in the process. Who would have known that your plan was going to work so well. Arching your back, you cried softly as you felt your growing orgasm. Miguel was rubbing you in just the right spot.

"Miguel~" You moaned out, trying to move your hips more.

Miguel grunted softly as he made quick work of your panties. He immediately stopped rubbing against you and brought his fingers to your swollen clit. His lips captured yours again as he rubbed against your sensitive bud, bringing you to your first orgasm of the night.

"Miguel, are you still here?" One of your coworkers knocked.

With haste, you dropped down under the desk while Miguel turned off your phone. He cleared his throat as your noisy coworker entered and simply dropped off more paperwork. Once he left, Miguel leaned back and groaned towards the sight of you.

"Maybe we should get back to work?" You said with a soft chuckle. Miguel glanced at his paperwork, then you,

"Hm, perhaps." With a smirk, Miguel placed the music once more, "You can still help me be my desk while we work."

"Desk?" You questioned. Miguel grabbed your hand and placed you on his lap, "Ohhhhhhhhh,"

"Let's see how long we can last staying in tune, hm?" Miguel hummed as he brought you in for a kiss while rubbing your clit once more. You pressed yourself against his chest,

"Not long."

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I hope you enjoyed this! I had to rewatch the scene from that movie a few times to try and understand the movements, haha.

@tojishugetiddies

[batchilla]

Complicated.

Complicated.

The arrangement you had with Gotham’s very own boy wonder wasn’t complicated. 

“Churros.” Robin decides, flashing that charming cocky grin. “For my incredible, dashing rescue—-” “You took five minutes longer than normal” You interject, mainly to tease. “I do keep reminding you, it would go faster if you would scream for help a little.” He scoffs, before continuing. “For my brave, incredible actions to save my favorite perpetually placed in distress damsel in all of Gotham, I demand a churro. Or next time I will let the assholes throw you into the harbor.” He jokes, throwing an arm around you as you walk along the dock. You lean into him a little as you walk, your arm coming over his shoulder in turn. “Well, anything for my knight in shining spandex.” You laugh… but part of you knows that in truth… maybe you would do anything for him. That in truth… you might love him, and while he may flirt, you have no idea if he feels the same.

Complicated. 

Love, on the other hand, was complicated. Especially when you had no idea who he truly was. You had hoped it was infatuation, a crush, a Pavlovian effect of association between Robin and safety. But as you found a vendor, purchased and handed him the snack, your hand brushing against his gloves, you feel your heart skip a beat. Robin grins, and holds up a grappling gun “Desert is always best with a view - how about it princess, do you trust me?” he asks his other hand moving around your waist. “But of course.” “Best hang on then pretty girl.” He says, pulling you tight against his chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel like you leave your stomach on the ground, as the two of you are pulled towards the roof of one of Gotham's many towering buildings, the wind stinging your face, so you tuck against his shoulder and neck, your hair whipping in the breeze, and over the whistle of the swiftly moving air, you hear Robin’s almost crowing laugh, a grin breaking onto your face quite beyond your control. 

Complicated. 

Loving Robin was a little grappling through Gotham. Like flight. Like freedom. The most wonderful feeling in the world. And frightening. You had no idea who he was, what he thought of you beyond the playful flirting, and even if you did… What then? Being with him was still a frightening prospect, even if he wanted you in return. Your mother’s work as a judge already had you in danger at least thrice a month, if you became linked to Robin? That danger would increase a thousand fold. You feel his feet hit the ground, then yours, as you land on a rooftop. Somewhat reluctantly, you remove your face from his cape.

Complicated.

Maybe you didn’t need to worry though. Maybe it wasn’t that complicated. Robin had always protected you, and as much as you doubt his real reciprocation of your deeper affections, you do believe that even if he doesn’t love you back, he is your friend, and even if he wasn’t, he’s a good person - and he’d always protect you. 

As you sit with him at the roof's edge, your legs dangle into the abyss. Robin breaks his churro in half, and you take it with a smile. “I can’t imagine powdered sugar is easy to wash out of that.” You muse, gesturing to the suit he wears. “No.” he agrees, his mouth full. “No, I imagine PennyOne will rip me a new one for this.” He says with a rueful smile. “Penny one?” You ask, licking some powdered sugar off your thumb and - oh, oh yes, Robin is definitely looking at that. You feel a surge in your confidence, like adrenaline, an urge to act on the tension that on your side at least, has been building for months. “The boss” Robin expands. “And here I thought Batman called the shots.” Robin winks “Batman thinks that too.” “Pfft” you exhale, resting your head against his shoulder, looking out at the glimmering city lights. “You okay, Pretty girl?” He asks, concern edging into his normally confident demeanor. “It wasn’t exactly my first rodeo, I’m fine.” “No bumps, no bruises?” He says, looking down at you. “Not a scratch. Fishing for compliments are you?” you tease “fine - I’ll indulge you. You pulled off an excellent rescue today, thank you. If you weren’t here, if you didn’t come for me as often as you do, I’d probably be dead.” “Probably, but I won’t let that happen.” He agrees, pulling you a little closer. You glance up at him, some powdered sugar resting on the corner of his mouth.“You have some…” you gesture to the corresponding point on your own mouth, and he wipes it with the back of his gloved hand, only to smear it more. “Mm?” He grunts, seeking confirmation. “No uh… let me.” You lift your hand to his mouth, and behind his domino mask his eyebrows raise. “A-Alright.” he agrees, his tone slightly panicked. Your thumb brushes over his bottom lip, plump and supple. He breathes out, a ragged exhale, and you feel him tense against you as you tilt his head to see his face more clearly to better brush the sugar away, feeling your heart pound wildly, knowing your face must be red from how warm it feels, and your eyes wide as saucers. Fuck it.

Complicated.

Kissing Robin was anything but. It felt simple, it felt right, like it was always supposed to happen. Your hands tangle through his soft curls, and his, after a moment of awed indecision, cup your face and hold you there as your lips locked, as though he’s afraid you’re going to change your mind any second. It tastes of sugar, and when he finally comes up for air, Robin's grin could rival the Jokers, putting the knot in your stomach to rest. “Well, Damn princess. That was… I’ve wanted that for a long time. Then again, I suppose a kiss IS the traditional reward for a prince charming.” You laugh, relieved, amused, and ridding a high of pure serotonin. “Maybe you can have that as a future reward instead of desert.” “Instead? No no no - As well.” he says, pecking you on the lips once more. “Though perhaps we could spend some time together … without you being kidnapped?” He asks, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. “Like… a date?” You ask, trying to contain how excited you are. “Might be a bit complicated with the…” you touch his domino mask, not to remove it, but to feel the contour of his face beneath it. You feel it lift with his cheeks as he smiles sheepishly. “Yeah I… I can talk to bats. Maybe I can … I don’t know. We’ll… work it out.”

Complicated.

Whatever came of today would surely be a complicated mess. But you could handle complicated things, because you had each other.

[in1-nutshell]

Bot Buddy being Arcee's old partner who fell into the ice

The alternative title of this was Bot buddy being Arcee's old partner who pulled a Skyfire.

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Buddy was Arcee’s last partner after Tailgate, but before Cliffjumper.

Buddy had already known Arcee from other missions and got along well with her.

Arcee was already considering Buddy as her new partner. She felt as if she was slowly letting go of the pain from Tailgate’s passing. A start of a new beginning.

“Another successful mission if I do say so myself.”--Buddy

“Don’t celebrate just yet Buddy, we still aren’t in the clear yet.”--Arcee

“Arcee, sometimes you gotta focus on the little wins in life.”--Buddy

“I’ll celebrate when we are safe.”--Arcee

“Not even a little bit?”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

“Love the optimism ‘Cee. Just a big ball of sunshine you are.”--Buddy

Until Buddy was sent on that solo mission.

They were supposed to look at a planet that could possibly contain some energon. It could prove to be a huge turning point in the war.

“I don’t like this.”--Arcee

“You don’t like it when Cliff’ makes jokes on missions.”--Buddy

“You know why.”--Arcee

“It’s just a recon mission ‘Cee. A quick in and out. We aren’t even going to land on the planet.”--Buddy

“Still…”--Arcee

“If I see a shard of energon on the planet I’ll save one for ya.”--Buddy

“Don’t do that.”--Arcee

“Too late, I’ve made up my mind.”--Buddy

“Never could change your mind anyways, huh.”--Arcee

“Don’t worry so much, I’ll be back before you know it!”--Buddy

“… Okay…”--Arcee

“See was that so hard? I gotta start heading out, you take care okay?”--Buddy

“You’re the one who needs to take care, I wont be there to catch your behind when you trip over your own pede.”--Arcee

“Ha! See ya on the flipside ‘Cee!”--Buddy

“See you soon Buddy!”--Arcee

Buddy wasn’t seen after they left on that shuttle.

Arcee was distraught hearing that they went MIA. She had tried to get information on what their mission was, maybe a way to reach them, but thanks to a Decepticon ambush the data was destroyed.

Arcee had to face it.

Buddy wasn’t coming back.

Time skip everyone is on Earth.

Arcee had gotten picked to go on another Antarctic mission.

She despised the place so much after nearly dying there.

But luckily, she was going with Bulkhead and Bumblebee, and they had triple checked that the comms and groundbridge were working before they left the base.

So, the three of them are scouting around after Ratchet found an energon signature after the last failed Decepticon mining incident.

Arcee just wants an in and out.

“I think that’s a wrap.”--Arcee

“Beep bep bop beep (Good, there some frost forming on my chassis.)”--Bumblebee

“Hang on my wrecking ball is a little bit stuck. Hang on a second.”--Bulkhead

RIP!

CRASH!

“BBEE— (AAAHH--)"--Bumblebee

Muffled beeping noises.

“Quiet!”--Bulkhead

Angry beeping noises.

Bulkhead accidentally caused some of the ice from a nearby iceberg to crumble and they notice a servo sticking out.

Arcee decided to be the brave one and went out to inspect their new findings.

At first, she thinks that it’s just someone’s cut off servo. But then they notice that there is a body attached to it.

She quickly comms in the base telling them what they had found. Optimus gives the clear to bring the bot to the base. After much effort, the three of them mange to cut out the block of ice that the body was held in and pushed it into the groundbridge.

Everyone, especially the kids, are a bit in awe at the body in ice.

Arcee is a bit weary in bringing the body in without knowing what or who it is.

It takes a long time for the ice to melt around the body.

“Why not cut the poor bot from the ice?”--Miko

“It could cause more damage if we do that!”--Ratchet

“So, we have to wait till it melts then?”--Miko

“Yes.”--Ratchet

“All right then, Raf!”--Miko

“What?”--Raf

“Grab the hair dryers.”--Miko

Arcee feels weird seeing some of the kibble beginning to show after a few days have passed. She feels like she has seen this bot before.

Arcee is out with Wheeljack when they get the news that the bot had come online and burst the ice they were in. The two immediately come back to the base and are ready for a fight.

“Freeze!”--Wheeljack

“Now’s not the time for puns—”--Arcee

Buddy kneeling on the ground poking Jack’s hair.

“I guess we didn’t have nothing to worry about, huh Arcee.”--Wheeljack

“…”--Arcee

“Hello there little one.”--Buddy

“Umm… hi?”--Jack

“What’s your name?”--Buddy

“Jack. And your name?”--Jack

“Oh! Its—”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Arcee

“Yeah—wait who said that?”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Arcee

“Arcee!?”--Buddy

A sudden wave of doubt came over her, what if this was a copy cat like Makeshift. She quickly raises the weapon again and aims it right at Buddy’s helm.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Arcee!”--Buddy

“If you’re the real Buddy then how did we celebrate our last mission?”--Arcee

“Celebrate? Arcee we didn’t celebrate anything. You didn’t want to so we could go see—”--Buddy

“Oh, Primus it’s you! You’re okay!”--Arcee

“Of course? Why wouldn’t I be?”--Buddy

SLAM!

“Arcee? Are you—”--Buddy

Arcee holding Buddy in a tight hug.

“You know what, I’ll ask later.��--Buddy

Arcee finished the hug and turned to introduce the team to Buddy.

Arcee asks Buddy what happened to them. Buddy responded that their ship had gotten damaged on the way to the planet, and they fell off trying to repair it and was buried in ice.

Arcee brings it on herself to catch Buddy up with everything.

Buddy is mainly confused on the Earth stuff but promises to learn everything.

As they get adjusted to earth and the team, Arcee has made it clear that if you mess with Buddy you are messing with her.

Primus forbid that Arachnid finds out Buddy is alive.

Arcee will try and get Buddy house arrest.

“Arcee no--”--Buddy

“She is around here somewhere… I can feel it.”--Arcee

“So—”--Buddy

“Back to base.”--Arcee

“But—”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

“How—”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

Buddy is now the sub guardian of Jack if their altmode allows it.

Arcee gets antsy if Buddy is out for too long.

But together they become a deadly duo after all.

Secretly they make up battle moves during training.

[tiredtxmblrvet]

Fic Rec Friday #4

If y'all want more fic rec fridays, check out @mediumgayitalian

Below are 5 fics I've enjoyed this past week/recently.

(guess who learned how to indent on posts!)

oh, what a sin by @rosyredlipstick

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17194697

Summary:

For some reason, Nico thought convincing Fitzwilliam Emerson "Golden Boy" Solace to abandon his hosting duties, blow off his company’s gala entirely, and run off with him into the night would be much harder. Well, that’s what Jason gets for trying to force Nico into attending a party.

We're back with another Rosy fic! This is an awesome one-shot where Will and Nico are both rich little shits and sneak away from their big-shot families. I'd read an entire series of this! The way Nico and Will's chemistry shines in this one-shot is incredible. Plus the family relations of Nico's family is just *chef's kiss*.

talk your talk and go viral (i just need this love spiral) by wrongcaitlyn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46368430

Summary:

“Keep telling yourself that,” Will says quietly, because even though the door is closed, speaking any louder would seem wrong. “You’re too harsh on yourself. If you wrote songs or something, you’d easily get on the Billboard Hot 100. Dad would help you. I would, too.” “Promote it to your seven followers?” “Yes!” Nico laughs, and then Will is joining him, and they’re closer than before, but it’s nothing unusual. It’s been this way since before stupid feelings and stupid crushes, and Nico would be damned if he let it change just because of that. or a celebrity au ft. childhood friends to lovers, a bit of trauma, and a famous friend group (plus leo).

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I'm still in the beginning stages of reading this story, but I'm already obsessed with it! The author's writing style is interesting, and I just love a good celebrity AU.

we're not brave, we're not soldiers by Chriscrosswallflower

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39827199

Summary:

The battle of Manhattan was mostly a blood stained blur but Will would never forget the sight of his brother’s body falling along with that bridge. __ Follow along with this set of one shots as Percy and Will navigate the pain and trauma of being child soldiers and grow to form an unlikely friendship. Because I think these two could be great friends and two sides of the same coin, so I decided to put my plot bunnies to paper.

I just really love the way Percy and Will are portrayed in this collection of one-shots. Their trauma and emotions feel so raw and so well-written, and I'm personally a Will and Percy besties truther, so I honestly would have loved this fic anyways. The fact that it's so awesome is a bonus.

The Sum of Our Choices: The Titan's Curse by TheTimeTraveler24

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24637117

Summary:

Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better. A group of special individuals are drawn together for a reason. They might not see it yet, but they are the only ones who have the power to change their destiny. They'll face opposition from the gods along the way and sometimes things won't work out the way they want. But this group is special. Their choices just might be the key to everything. Something is happening. Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Thalia Grace are on their way to Westover Hall in response to a distress call from Grover Underwood. At the same time, Magnus Chase is wandering around in the woods. Under strange circumstances, the two groups meet and the course of history will never be the same.

This fic is actually a crossover AU with the Magnus Chase series, so if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip. However, this fic is a time travel "fix-it" fic of sorts where the trio are taken from their lives post the Hidden Oracle and have to relieve the events of the The Titan's Curse (and the rest of the series, this series is 800k words!) and I'm still on the first fic, but I am HOOKED already! So I figured I'd rec it here.

three-in-one soap by thelordofshrimp

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52887397

Summary:

Austin glared at his sister. “Will can’t lie, genius. He says that since he became head counselor, any shower that lasts more than three minutes gets interrupted by someone needing his help.” “That’s… crazy.” Nico considered the number of showers he’d taken even in his short time at camp and imagined if even half of them had been interrupted. “It is,” Jerry agreed. “Not like there’s much we can do about it, though.” “You can always do something about it.” Nico sat up. “There has to be something.” “Not unless you can somehow keep the whole camp safe at once.”

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This is just a cute one-shot where Nico tries to make it so that Will can actually take a shower for once, but shenanigans ensue anyways. It made me smile, so I'm rec'ing it here.

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Okay that's all! I'll probably keep doing this until I run out of fics to recommend. Have a good friday lovelies!

[boydepartment]

Okay 🧈 anon back again with another riki request 😘

Consider this, a fair date with riki. But like your not sure if it's a date date yk? (I think I'm stuck on the friends to lovers trope atm) And you're not sure where you stand with riki. Neither of you have brought it up but friends definitely don't cuddle up on the couch like you guys do when you watch movies and friends don't spoon you the way riki likes to when he spends the night. And when you get to the fair there's a lot of people of course and riki insists on holding hands 'so you don't get separated'.

Maybe he plays a bunch of games and gives you the prizes. Or there's a ride you're scared to go on but fearless riki convinces you and holds your hand tight and sure he teases you for being scared of a kid ride but he also gives you a hug afterward and tells you you're brave. Maybe maybe you ride the ferris wheel once it gets dark and all the lights are on and it's all twinkly and pretty and riki still holds your hand despite there being absolutely no chance of you two being separated in the confined space of the gondola and he brushes back your hair and tells you you're pretty and kisses you 😖😖😖😖😖😖

Sorry that was kind of long 😅...of course you can pick and chose what you want from this. I just would like something along these lines pls 💕

I LOVED WRITING THIS! IM SORRY BUTTER THAT IT TOOK A BIT :< I GOT A LIL SICK AS YOU KNOW! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!! I TRIED MY BEST! <3 ILY!

The View- Nishimura Riki x Reader

MASTERLIST warnings- none wc- 1.2k

Your relationship with Riki was very interesting. You both have known each other forever. You both have spent late nights on the couch playing video games, watching movies, and watching random YouTube videos. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t find yourself staring at his lips a little too long. He would tease you saying something stupid like, “ohhhh you wanna kiss me so bad.” You would deny it and call him a loser. But, in reality, you wanted to kiss him. Part of you felt like you needed to for your mental health. But that was just you being overdramatic.

For your graduation Riki wanted to take you to a fair, it was a big accomplishment and he said he wanted to show you how proud he was of you. The night before you offered to have him sleep over, which he very much agreed to. You both ended up cuddling for the millionth time that night. What was different is that you noticed Riki would trace little shapes on your hands as his breath slowed and he relaxed. You leaned into him, and you heard a small chuckle escape his lips. It made your stomach churn like a ton of wild rats trying to escape you. You knew you were head over heels in love with him. You were in love with Nishimura Riki- your best friend, someone your parents trusted enough to let him sleep over, someone who you trust with everything, someone who you didn’t want to lose.

The next day when you guys got to the fair, Riki noticed there was a ton of people.

“Busy day today huh?” You laughed nervously; you weren’t big on crowds. Riki looked down at you.

“Everyone graduates around the same time, so it makes sense.” He said and smiled down at you, he patted your head. When you guys got into the fair, he started to REALLY notice that it was crowded. If you got lost, you could probably easily find him, but there is no way he could find you.

“Here.” Riki said and grabbed your hand, your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up at him.

“So, you don’t get lost.” Riki said and smirked down at you, you found yourself rolling your eyes, you were not going to complain though.

“What do you wanna do first?” You asked looking up at him, he looked down at you.

“Y/n this is YOUR day!” He grinned at you, “you choose.”

You looked around and led him to the prizes, “can you win me something?”

Riki looked at you and contemplated, “I dunno can I? Hmmmm lemme see!” He put money in the machine in exchange for coins. Then he found the basketball game. He was a little nervous because if he lost then he would lose the chance to impress you. Fair games were also KNOWN to be rigged, so this was WAY more nerve-racking, than he was letting on.

“I believe in you Riki!” You said, your heart was full as you cheered him on. You meant to help, but this just made him more nervous.

He shot a couple of baskets and missed. He had one more chance to win you something, he glanced down at you and saw your eyes practically sparkling at him- for him. He took a deep breath. You were watching him, he looked so focused, you thought it was adorable how hard Riki was trying to win you something.

Riki took his last shot and actually got it in, you cheered and jumped on his arm, “you did it Riki!”

He ended up winning you the small prize, but it didn’t matter to you, what made you happy is that Riki got you something. It didn’t matter how big or expensive said gift was.

“The stuffed animal kinda looks like you.” Riki teased you, he kept his hand on your small backpack, you felt the weight of it, and it made your heart happy.

“Riki this is literally a snail.” You looked up at him, laughing.

“And?” He teased again and nudged you. You rolled your eyes and put the stuffed animal in his face.

“You’re the worst.”

As you guys walked around more, you both got some crazy fair foods, like the deep-fried Oreos and different odd drinks. You laughed when Riki accidentally spilled on himself, little did you know, he spilled because he kept looking at how your eyes lit up when you saw the different attractions in the distance. After your drinks you guys continued on your walk.

“Holy shit I haven’t been on the swings in years.” Riki looked up at the attraction. Your stomach twisted, this time in a bad way. It may be a kids ride however; you didn’t like being high up at all. You actually despised it. He turned to you, “can we go on it? Please?”

You swallowed hard, not wanting to be a buzzkill you nodded. You were nervous in line, fidgeting and looking around.

“Y/n?” Riki said, you looked up at him and hummed.

“Are you scared?” He asked, you shook your head no. Riki gave you a look.

“You haven’t let go of my hand since we got in line, and I don’t think you can get lost in line.” He said smugly and lifted your intertwined hands.

“I’m… I’m just not good with heights.” You looked away nervously.

“You’ll be fiiiine, I promise.” Riki said, you nodded and looked down, “here.” He lifted your hands again and kissed the back of your hands, “I wouldn’t go on a ride with you that would put you in danger.”

THAT DID NOT HELP YOUR NERVES AT ALL.

Needless to say, the ride was fun, and you felt embarrassed for being so scared to go on it. You laughed as your hair would get in your face and Riki would be making jokes left and right. When you got off Riki was right next to you.

“Yooou are so braaaave!” Riki said and hugged you from behind, he lifted you up slightly and shook you. You yelped and started giggling.

“Riki stoppp!” You laughed.

You guys’ continued walking, Riki letting you lead so you could pick the next ride. He kept your hand in his. In his other hand he was changing his wallpaper to you on the swings. He thought you looked really pretty even with your hair in your face. Riki could still see his favorite smile in the picture and that is what's important to him.

Getting brave, and the fact you have never been on a ferris wheel, you got in line to try it.

When Riki saw where you had led him, he smiled, “not scared anymore?”

“Shut up.” You nudged him. He chuckled and threw his head back.

When you guys got in the ferris wheel it was dark, it would make the high up view a little less scary for you. You were thankful for that.

Riki kept his hand on yours and you looked at them.

“Oh, are you scared now?” You teased him, Riki looked down at your hands.

“Nah, I just don’t want to let go of you.” He spoke, your jaw dropped, and you looked away from him quickly. Teasing him BACKFIRED. You tried to calm your heart rate down looking out at the city lights. It truly was a beautiful view, you still felt his hand in yours. Your hands were probably sweaty too….

Riki also looked away and he started beating himself up for saying something as stupid as that. You probably thought he was weird now! And his hands are SO SWEATY RIGHT NOW!

He took a deep breath and looked at you, your eyes focused on the lights around you. The city was always beautiful to you, he knew you loved the view. He loved his view too.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him.

“Do I have a bug in my hair?” You asked, he shook his head no.

“You’re just so pretty.”

Your jaw opened slightly again, being surprised at how bold he is being with you at the moment. He put his free hand on your cheek.

“Tell me right now if you don’t want me to kiss you.”

Your breath hitched, “you can kiss me.”

Riki grinned, “do you want me to though?”

You nodded, “yeah I do…”

Riki bit back his smile as he leaned in and finally kissed you.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hiya squiggly! I always love when you open your requests, so I’m really excited for this! This time Clemont is the (unlucky) winner of my attention, so may I request something with him? I know that’s pretty vague, but the only thing I could think of was a comfort thingy with him and the reader, but I know you already have one of those written (very lovely by the way!) so maybe something with him and Bonnie? They have such a cute dynamic! Whatever you decide, I’m sure it’ll be great! Once again, my apologies that this is kinda vague, but thanks for taking the request and have a great day (or night!) -⚡️

BABIES! Ahh god I love these two so much, your honor! Originally this fic was gonna be angst with some comfort elements, but after thinking on it I revamped the entire thing and just made it sibling fluff and happiness cause yes. I've gotcha covered, friend!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@gladdygirl18 @rachi-roo

Bonnie bit down a sigh as she watched her brother disappear once more in his room, the door shutting with a soft click. It’s been nearly two months since Ash left for Alola, and ever since there seemed to be a permanent cloud hung over Clemont’s shoulders.

Sure, Ash wrote to them anytime he could, and those letters always seemed to brighten him up, but it didn’t seem like the joy lasted that long. As quickly as it came, her brother was back to quietly moping; putting on a brave face when needed but ever stuck in his head.

“Brrr?” Dedenne bumped Bonnie’s hand, snuggling close as the girl carefully picked them up.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. I’m worried for Clem.” She hummed softly, rocking on her heels. “It’s not good for him to stay in all the time. He’ll just keep working on his inventions until he drops.”

More thoughts passed, when suddenly she had an idea.

“I know what to do.”

~~~

“B-Bonnie?” Clemont blinked when he found her in front of his door a week later- spread out like a starfish against the cool wood. “What are you doing?”

“I’m blocking you out! You’re not going in there today!” She declared, puffing her cheeks stubbornly like her Dedenne- who interestingly enough was also posed exactly like her. “You’ve been hiding away in your room long enough! It’s time we had a day out!”

“Huh? Yeah- sure, that sounds fine. But I-” He gestured, but Bonnie was already grabbing his arm, pulling him along.

“No buts! You’re coming- right now!” She declared, marching him to the door with such determination he was forced to follow along. “We’ve got the whole day planned out, isn’t that right, Dedenne?”

“Chew!” The mouse squeaked in glee, bouncing beside them as they left their humble home.

“Oh dear..” Clemont sighed, accepting his fate as the warm sunshine touched his cheeks. When his sister wanted something, it was best to go with it.

~~~

Luminous City had many attractions. While it was especially dazzling at night, it didn’t fall short during the day. Bonnie skipped ahead, her hand in her his as they passed by crowds and Pokemon alike. Billboards flashed various advertisements: one about an electric gym leader from overseas caught his attention the most. She looked strong.

“Oo, it’s Iono! Word is she might appear in Kalos soon! They say she’s gonna make her debut here in Luminous City! Be ready, Clem- you might have some stiff competition when she arrives!” Bonnie grinned over her shoulder as they watched her add play for the hundreds of faces watching alongside them. “She’s pretty. Hey- you should totally ask her out when she gets here! I could have a famous streamer as my sister!”

“B-Bonnie! That’s not- whoa!” Clemont went to argue, but Bonnie had pulled him further until they stopped before a familiar place.

“Here we are!” She cried, arms high and smiling big as she did a twirl before the steps. “The Luminous museum! Home of all kinds of funny machines!”

Clemont gaped, eyes wide as he stared at the building. “Wha…Bonnie, are you sure about this?”

“Why would I not be?” She tilted her head curiously, confused. “Do you not want to be here? I already got tickets.”

“What- no, no not at all! I’m just- oh, nevermind. Come on!” Like a little kid in a candy store, Clemont practically sprinted to the doors, just barely grabbing the ticket Bonnie gave him. Behind him, he could hear her giggling.

~~~

“Bonnie look! This is amazing!” Clemont called out to her, eyes sparkling like gems as he pointed at some rather unique contraption. Bonnie couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Even her brother’s explanation- well, ramblings- didn’t help her understand its purpose.

Smiling and nodding, she let herself look around, taking in the sights around her when-

“Whoa!” She gasped, eyes big as she pointed. “Look at THAT!”

“That” turned out to be a massive Dedenne plush- the ones that cost a pretty penny in the toy stores around Luminous. It was perched with a number of other plushes and prizes as two men gathered a crowd.

“Come one, come all! Guess how many Magnemites are behind the screen and win a prize!” The man in white called out, charming the audience with a dazzling smile.

“Play as many times as you wish; but don’t get too cocky. The number changes after every win! Let’s see who’ll win the first game!” The man in black added, winking and making the crowd giggle. Bonnie felt her heart race with excitement- a guessing game!

“Wow, that must be hard to do.” She mused, finding herself joining the crowd. Next to her, Clemont was quiet with calculation, eyes flickering and mouth moving in silent numbers. “I bet it’s gonna take all morning to guess-”

“You there- the boy in the jumper! What is your guess?” The man in white called out, surprising Bonnie. She looked up at her brother as he raised his hand.

“27 Magnemites.” He said confidently. People blinked, looking towards the pair.

The screen fell back, revealing…

“That’s correct!” The man in white announced, the buzzing pokemon floating about the room and dazzling the crowd. “Come forward, sir and claim your prize!”

“Can my sister pick? I want her to have it.” He asked, gently bringing Bonnie forward. She looked back at him with wide eyes, finding him gently smiling at her.

“Are you sure?” She asked softly, brows furrowing when he nodded. After a moment looking over the prizes, she nodded.

“Okay- I know what I want.”

~~~

“Bonnie..you really didn’t have to.” Clemont looked down at the Heliolisk plush in his arms. He didn’t see it when he got there, but all but gaped when she returned with it. “You could have got your Dedenne. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“I liked Heliolisk more.” She shrugged causally, skipping along. “You always use it when you battle- he’s your favorite, right?”

“Well- one of them, yeah..” He couldn’t deny the joy he felt when she gave him the plush. It was so soft and cuddly, the perfect shape and stitching too.

Only… “Hey Bonnie-”

“OH!” She squealed suddenly, pointing at a stand nearby. “Crepes!”

His stomach growled involuntarily, making him blush. Bonnie giggled as she ran over before he could stop her.

Clemont hummed in thought as he watched her order them, his thoughts running wild.

~~~

“Mmm! I love crepes! This has been such a great day!” She smiled around her snack, cheeks pink and smile big as the flavors melted on her tongue. “What do you want to do next, Clem?”

“Bonnie..” Clemont’s voice made her pause, halfway through with her bite. “What’s really going on?”

Chewing slowly, she looked out at the people passing by, thinking of her answer. “Nothing really- I just really wanted to spend the day with you, that’s all.”

“I don’t think it’s just that. You took me to the Luminous museum- where we spent the majority of the morning in the inventions section- then when we won that game, you picked out my favorite Pokemon instead of yours. Then you went ahead and bought us crepes even though I know you love ice cream and I could have paid.” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “So what’s actually going on?”

Caught. Red handed- no passing go. Bonnie ducked her head in defeat. “Okay, you caught me. I wanted to cheer you up.”

“...What?” He blinked, surprised. Bonnie nodded.

“You’ve been so sad since Ash left; don’t tell me you haven’t- I know you.” He shut his mouth before any denial could escape. “I didn’t like seeing you like that, so I had this idea that if I took you to all your favorite places today, you’d be less sad.” She dared a peek, hiding some behind her crepe. “Did…did it work?”

Clemon gaped at her, then he laughed. “Boohonnie! Oh my- come here.” He reached out, pulling his sister close and hugging her gently. “Bonnie, you’re too sweet. I love you so much.”

“Heh, I love you too, big bro.” She grinned, hugging him back and relaxing in his arms. “Seems like you’re finally returning to normal, huh?”

“I do feel better. Thank you- really. I hadn’t realized I looked so sad; sorry for worrying you.” He patted her head gently as he let her go, watching her finish off her crepe. “I’ll be okay- we both will. I know Ash isn’t here right now, but he’s always willing to visit. Maybe we’ll see him again some time, yeah?”

“Hehe, for sure!” She tapped her last bite of crepe with his, finishing it with a smile. With their snack finished, Clemont got up, dusting off his hands and offering one to her.

“Come on- let’s go back to the museum.”

“You're gonna look at all those inventions again, huh?”

“Nope- there’s a Dedenne plush there I want to win. The guy said we can play as many times as we want, right?” He smiled at her booming grin, laughing when she practically dragged him there.

~~~

Bonnie was asleep, her new plush cuddled against her chest and her actual pokemon resting on top. Clemont smiled at her as he quietly shut her door, returning to his own room. Their day was a great one- more sight seeing around town followed by food stands and games; his feet hurt at some point but his heart was happy.

As he closed his door, his phone pinged, a familiar name across the notification.

Wanna V.Chat?

Laughing, he texted back his response before setting up at his computer, smiling as the ocean greeted his eyes.

“Aloha from Alola!” Ash cheered as he came into view, dressed in shorts and one of the local flower shirts. He was already radiating tourist energy. “Clem! I was wondering when I was gonna hear from you today!”

“Heh, sorry- I got busy.” He leaned in his hands as he took in Ash’s face. He had only been there for a short time, but his skin was bronzed and his smile was all the more radiant. It was a comforting sight to hold. “I meant to call you earlier, but Bonnie decided we were having a day together.

“Aww! That sounds so fun!’ Ash grinned as he sat down on the sand, adjusting his camera accordingly. “No worries- I was getting over the jetlag anyway. I don’t think I would have been as talkative then vs now.” That and the time zone difference meant it was easier to call at this hour. While Clemont’s sun was setting, Ash’s was just coming up. “You look happy.”

“Oh-” The blonde suddenly felt guilty. “Sorry-”

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re happy.” The brunette smiled at him- genuine and warm like the sun. It never failed to make him blush. “Seeing you doing so good makes me happy; you tend to overwork yourself a lot. Try not to push it.”

“Are you and Bonnie secretly coordinating?” He asked with a raised brow, making Ash laugh. Oh what a bright sound. “I really should tell her I’ve been calling you. She was worried about me today- she’s gonna be angry when she finds out we’re in touch.”

“Hehe, maybe.” Ash laughed again, somewhat sheepish. “Hey- why don’t we make it a monthly thing? The three of us, Serena- we can all get on call together and catch up? I think it would be nice.”

“Yeah- that sounds good. Do you want me to share this number?”

“Nah. We can make a new one.” Ash decided, much to Clemont’s surprise. “I like this one being just us, you know? Call me what you want but…I kinda only wanna see your face right now.”

Clemont blushed more, and even Ash’s cheeks were red. If they were in person, the blonde could picture him gently brushing back his bangs, leaning in to-

“Hey uh- I’ve actually been meaning to ask you something.” Ash jumped in when the silence stretched, coughing some. He was clearly thinking the same thing. “This summer the place I’m staying at opens up to visitors. You can rent it out and have people stay for a month or so.” Ash fiddled with his hands, cheeks on fire as he shyly smiled at the camera. “Do you..want to come by? I mean to visit I mean.”

Clemont stared, taking in the new information with wide eyes. Ash quickly scrambled.

“I mean- if you want to! We can bring Bonnie and Serena- or just us, wait stop that Ketchum- but yeah! I can get the arrangements made; I’ve done some favors here and can get you a good deal on the rooms- why are you laughing?” Ash blinked as Clemont giggled helplessly, hands over his mouth and cheeks pink.

“I’m just- I’m just so happy right now.” He smiled, looking up at Ash’s eyes in the camera. “Yes. I’d love to see you this summer. If you’d have me.”

Ash brightened, nodding. “Of course I will! It’s a date.”

So it was. Clemont couldn’t wait for Summer.

Thanks for reading!

[galesdevoteewife]

Right back at you! Could you tell us about their wedding ? 8, 18 and 19 🥰

Hello hello!! Thanks for dropping the ask!! Loved to do more Wedding prompts!! ✨✨

8. Traditions - The overall ceremony was a much simplified version of the traditional Dekarios ones. Many customs involves seeking good luck and my HC Gale snorted at and skipped lots of them. "All that's needed are the right words, gestures and substance components." type of Gale who would ignore the regulations and superstitions.

It still serves as both family gatherings and singles mixers as the traditional ceremonies do.

Dekarios family dances and ice-breaking games.

The rings followed Waterdeep traditions.

All the traditions are from Dekarios or Waterdeep. In my world Menzoberranzan don't have this type of weddings.

18. I Now Pronounce You... - Zilvera inherits Gale's family name, becoming Zilvera Dekarios and Mrs. Dekarios. Gale smiles every time he reads or hears someone call her that way. Zilvera likes how it links their name like a pair, although she rarely introduces herself with the surname. Just in case, because she wouldn't want to stain its reputation on her behalf.

19. Guests -

🎶People were chatting, playing, dancing, singing, drinking, eating, mingling 🪕

A group of children made a bouquet for the bride using the flower decoration on the table. "We think you are beautiful," the brave boy holding the flowers at the front said nervously with blushing cheeks.

Astarion was flirting with the most innocent-virgin-looking cousin.

Shadowheart set up a drinking contest with bets, and made a fortune out of it. She can hold her wine and she skillfully cheated.

Lae’zel was bored until Shadowheart persuaded her to start a martial arts arena: "Shouldn't a true warrior be able to win with any weapon?" Contestants chose food from the table as their weapon. The loser would have to eat the food afterward. Baguette was a popular choice. SH again made her coin purse even heavier. "My animals need to eat, and I am a responsible owner." She said with a glass of wine in her hand.

Elminster was there. Gale was playing cool but he was thrilled inside. He opened a precious wine for his idol and Elminster played along as if he was here because he wouldn't want to miss the wine. Only El knew the true reason of his visit, the old wizard has always been a mystery.

The ceremony moved Wyll to tears. The magically chilled beer moved Karlach to tears. They both missed the food and air so much.

There were piles of wedding gifts.

Barcus and some of his gnome friends, from Ironhand and from Gondians, attended. He brought her a very fancy firework show as wedding gift. The gnome's visit was also a business trip; they planned to expend their business in Waterdeep.

Zilvera looked at Barcus with an arched eyebrow. He stood there stiffly, posing like a scarecrow. "Are you trying to give me a hug?" "I just feel like it’s appropriate for the occasion. You want it or not?" "Maybe, but I am not bending down. How about you jump into my arms?" "You wish!" "Hm." She smirked, it’s good to see the familiar grumpy face. "Here, take this. I brought you a wedding gift so you won’t blackmail me later. Find a secluded place and toss it into the sky, as high as you can…damp coal! I said secluded place! Would you ever listen to my instruction...!"

"…Listen. I'll only say this once." Barcus said while they both looked up to the sky, knowing the drow's ears would pick up his every word no matter how loud the fireworks were. "Zilvera, you are a better person than you think. You deserve all of this. May you always find inspiration and strength in your union, my friend."

In my HC post-game Zilvera was in close contact with Barcus, who was now leading the Ironhands and collaborating with the Gondians, to help them recover from Gortash's doing. They needed money and wanted their skills to be known, while the drow wanted to build her own merchant guild, so they hit it off. Zilvera grew increasingly fond of these little fellows for their impressive skills and their character. She especially liked Barcus; they had become true friends.

♡ Wedding Prompts ♡01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31

I appreciate Barcus's character and quest line so much, his was lots of fun! ("We love collaboration. Challenge. Solving problems with the power of reason, creativity and invention". Yup that's my cup of character ☕) He also have this firework dialog at tiefling party, it was very him 😂

[sugar-omi]

tags : NSFW, reader has a cunt, yall are 19-20, cove is prbly a bit ooc but that's what time skip is for- new confidence!!!, dom cove is so sexy jfc

synopsis : you get an anklet with coves name on it

the first time cove sees it is when you're laying on the couch together and when you sit down on the couch again, you prop your legs on his lap.

cove looks down, to take a look at your choice of jewelry and there, all shiny and gold with a pretty blue gem at the end, is his name on the little gold plate...

you're so deep into the movie you don't notice at first but cove inhales sharply as he looks at the plate.

you didn't tell him you were getting it, that's why you set up this whole situation for him to see it, you were nervous and the movie distracted you.

until cove's grip on your ankle tightened and suddenly you were once again aware of the anklet and cove.

"..y/n, wha-" cove swallows, face flushing and body heating up. "what's this?"

your heart is beating wildly, but seeing how cove is affected, you can't not tease him. "do you like it?"

you smirk, noticing cove's gaze darkening with lust. "i thought you'd like it, plus it kinda marks me as yours, don't ya think?"

cove exhales shakily, hiding his face in his hands.

it's so simple. innocent when you're looking at it from the outside, in.. but you know how sexy cove thinks they are and you tease him every time with a sly joke or by wearing an anklet for a date.

but this is so different from other times.

cove isn't possessive or a jealous type, and maybe its because baxter flirted with you at the beginning of sumer, but something about his name on your anklet makes something primal burn in his core...

cove could be brave and assertive when he wanted to be; and now was one of those times.

he had you in his lap, fingers buried in the heat of your cunt and thrusting them against your wet gummy walls, hitting your sweet spots with his fingers and curling them into those delicious spots.

you squirmed, restrained by cove's ankles over your leg to keep your legs spread open for him while he massaged your insides.

"ah! cove!"

you grind your hips against his fingers, feeling them bump your cervix and you inhale sharply, shaking with pleasure.

"more cove, please more.." cove sucks a mark under your jaw, the biting of his teeth against your skin makes you tremble.

"you like my fingers though.." cove kisses down your neck, working on a new mark when he finds a suitable spot.

"ah! yes but, i-i want more!" you whine when cove pulls out his fingers, and your cunt throbs as cove sucks your slick off his digits.

he lays you down on the bed, your lips locked in a heated kiss with his hand cradling the back of your neck and your nails running down his arms.

cove fumbles for a condom and lube, chasing your lips as he pulls away to strip his boxers.

cove throws the packaging on the floor, a bit eager to be connected with you. he rolls the condom over his cock and lubes up his fingers, kissing you feverishly while he stretches you again with lubed digits, preparing you for a long night.

cove folds one of you legs up, the warmth of his hand on the back of your thighs making you tingle and squirm from the heat radiating from the two of you.

the leg with the anklet is over his shoulder, cove showers kisses on the ankle and as he pushes into your wet cunt he sucks on the skin, leaving red love bites on your ankle.

most times, cove fucked you tenderly, taking his time to unravel you. but he looks at the anklet again and it makes his stomach stir with lust and he starts fucking you shallow and deep.

he latches onto your chest, nibbling and sucking on your nipples and leaving faint love bites along the tender area.

"cove, harder! i'm gonna- ah!" cove's hard thrust cuts you off, his cock hitting a spongy spot near your cervix.

"you're so sexy.." cove grunts and holds your hand, using his body to keep your legs folded in half and he shifts his hips to fuck you harder.

the sound of his cock stirring up your insides, your wet pussy squelched with each thrust and it made both of you hot on the inside.

cove buried his face in your neck, "fuck i'm close.. come with me." cove reaches between you, rubbing your clit.

between cove rubbing your clit and his cock slamming inside of you, you dig your nails into his back, your cunt tightening and fluttering around him as he finished with you.

you held onto each other for a moment before cove got up, tying off the condom and laying next to you.

"so i take it you like the anklet?"

"..y/n!"

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 8

This one was a little fun, more suggestive than full action smut but I spoiled you with a longer piece yesterday and still have my Baldur's Date piece to write~ As Tav has tried a great many things, and keeps none of them secret from Astarion as she shares her diary with him as they agreed, there's little he doesn't know about what she wants. But there is one thing she has been loathe to admit out loud... CWs and Tags here are pretty tame~ Voice kink, blindfold use, and a slight hint of power play, praise kink, and a lot of teasing.

Smut below the cut! ----- -----

Day 8 - Tav/Durge Explores A Secret Kink With Their LI

Tav was laying back against Astarion’s chest, his legs either side of her hips and his arms draped loosely around her shoulders, as comfortable as a familiar blanket, a deep feeling of warmth and safety in the embrace. In his hands he held a book they had borrowed from Gale, his head resting against hers. She was the faster reader of the two, so it was little need for him to ask when to turn the pages and continue. The moment of peace was well earned, claiming the room in the Elfsong Tavern for nothing more than a chance to rest while the others sought their own entertainment. Or at least, that was their plan.

“This is ridiculous,” Astarion complained, a hint of amusement in his voice, “a sword like hers would not be able to cut through the thick hide of a fully grown owlbear in one swing. My darling, I am getting the distinct impression the author has not been in a single real fight in his life.” 

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, much as she tried to ignore it. “Well, you can’t expect everyone to have the kinds of adventures we’ve had, can you?” A little thought occurred to her in that moment, born of the blush creeping unbidden up her neck at the sound of his quiet laugh close beside her ear. “Maybe you should change the story a little. Read it to me, won’t you? My eyes grow so weary of staring at the pages~”

“Such theatrics, my love,” he kissed her quickly warming cheek as he relented, “very well, now where were we?” 

“The brave heroine took down the foul beast-”

“Of course… So, the body of the creature fell at her feet as her breasts heaved from the effort.” He hummed quietly in thought, the feeling vibrating from his chest to her back. “Do they really heave? Well. Moving on.”  

—

Astarion continued reading, his voice soft by Tav’s ear, noticing with a hidden smile how her body was growing warmer without a single touch, her head leaning back more onto his shoulder and her eyes fluttering closed. 

Perfect, he thought to himself with a devious idea, now she will have no idea when I change the story…

He was subtle at first, changing a few lines to a slightly more seductive context, taking note of how she reacted. Then he began to lower the book, freeing his hand to caress her soft skin, almost surprised to note just how hot and flush she felt. 

“Should I stop reading now, darling?” He kissed her ear softly, a pleased shudder through her back palpable against his chest.

“Please don’t,” she whispered, “I…like hearing your voice.” 

“Next time I will have to ask for one of his more lewd novels then, if you enjoy those stories more~” The last words came with a slight growl, earning a small gasp from her parted lips.

“It isn’t that,” even her breathing was quickened, “you could be reading the most boring treatise on the proper use of illusion magic and I would feel the same…”

“You have some very strange taste in erotic literature, love~” He continued to speak soft and low, putting more playfulness into the tone, relishing how her body would subtly move of its own accord.

“I…” She paused, as if embarrassed to go on.

“Tell me, my love,” he kissed along the edge of her ear again, a few teasing bites with sharp yet gentle teeth. “What is it you desire? I have read all of your exploits in the diary we share, and played my part in many. Nothing you could reveal would make me think less of you.” 

“Your voice…” She moaned as he continued to tease her with the slightest touch. “I…really love the sound of your voice.” 

“Why didn’t you say so sooner, darling? That is an easy wish to grant you…” He stroked her hair softly before bringing his hand over her eyes. “Shall I take your vision from you, so you can hear me more clearly?”

—

Tav couldn’t stop the moan from slipping out into the quiet room. “Please, Astarion-” 

“Then hold still, love, I will give you everything you want.” He reached over to grab a small dagger he kept in easy reach even now - old habits die hard after all - and cut away the silken cover of a nearby cushion. 

The fabric strip easily covered her eyes, blocking out the remaining light. The removal of one sense had the tendency to heighten the others temporarily, and she felt the truth in that with every word. 

“Now, not a word from you, but there is no need to stay silent…let me hear how I make you feel~” Astarion’s voice melted through her, soft as velvet, long practised seduction this time without any false promises. 

She nodded, just a small sound with it not finding a full syllable on her tongue.

“Good, darling, just like that.” He purred, wrapping his arms around her waist and caressing the line of her hip. “Your body is astonishing, how just a few words can have you squirming against me without so much as a kiss upon your soft lips.”

As he spoke, Tav’s body responded again, without any input from her will. His fingertips found her wrist, trailing up to her elbow.

“Such strength and skill, and yet all it takes is a little talk and you’re already melting into me.” His teasing was infuriating. “Should I continue telling you everything I love about your body, how you moan so sweetly for me, how I want nothing more than to rip off your clothes right now and taste every part of you…”

Tav nearly stopped breathing, already feeling the depth of her lust pooling deep in her stomach, every muscle in her body coiled tense like a spring…

“Or shall I make good on that promise, and keep talking while I do it?” His hands drifted away from their soft caressing, depriving her of any touch but his body against her back and his lips on her neck.

“Please…anything, just so long as I can hear you.” She begged, forgetting the one instruction that she had been given.

“Naughty little darling,” he purred with an edge of seductive threat, “but I will forgive you this once.”

Tav felt him press a line of kisses from her neck to her ear, directing the power of his voice to the very centre of her desire.

“Truth be told, love, your own voice can have a similar effect on me when I hear you beg so very beautifully for my affections~”

[angel-anachronism]

(Small Ghost and pals fanfic I wrote this morning while outside with my parents)

This is related to the headcanons I wrote btw, and it will be a whole series soon if I do write more (this first chapter was only a small drabble oops).

(vocabulary at the end of this story for words with * at the end)

(check out the headcanons part 1, part 2(?))

The muddy dress (chapter 1)

“Mummy, where are we exactly going?” a young girl asked her mother. It was a warm day of June in the year 1911, and the Elsner couple was currently walking up north of the neighbourhood, together with their young girl, “Francie” as they nicknamed her. Today was a special day for her, as her parents never brought her anywhere along with them. 

“You’ll see when we get there!” The woman smiled at her daughter.

Little Francie was very excited. Maybe they’re going to a new park, or maybe even a new toy store! ‘Oh how joyful it’d be’ the little girl thought as she began skipping along her mother.

“Now, now, Francie! You’ve got to act like a proper lady, you wouldn’t want to make a buffon of yourself!” Her father chuckled softly as the girl pouted and began mocking the walk of snobby women. 

Once they finally arrived at their destination, Francie looked confused. Was this the surprise? Yet another mansion in the neighbourhood? “Vati*, did we get a new house?”

Mr Elsner began laughing at his daughter’s thought. “No, Francie. We’re just visiting a friend I knew since I was a lad. His family just moved recently from New York. You better be polite!”

Francie was yet more confused. Why would her parents make her come along with them to meet some boring adults? She bets they would talk only about boring things…

As her father knocked on the door, a man around his age, with a “funny moustache” as Francie thought, appeared at the door and smiled at her father. “Oh, Otto, mon ami!”

The two men shaked hands, as what seemed his wife appeared too. “Oh, why good afternoon! You must be the Elsners?”

Francie quickly became bored as her parents began talking to these strange people. She was usually the garrulous* one in the family, but it seems her parents took her place. As she was obediently following her parents throughout the mansion, she began hearing a child’s giggle outside the house. Do they have children too? 

Francie tugged her mother’s sleeve and pointed her finger towards the outside. Miss Elsner looked at their neighbour’s wife and she laughed softly. “I think my daughter would like to go outside.”

“Oh, that’d be lovely! I think my little Chris is outside too, why don’t you two go play with one another?” The woman smiled. Francie was now a little excited. Maybe she’ll make a new friend! 

She thanked her mother and the lady and began walking to the backyard where there was a giant beautiful garden. The girl was in awe. It looked like something from a fairytale!

As she was passing a tree, she heard a small voice shout: “Hey, you!”. Francie was puzzled. Where did the voice come from? “Look up, girlie!”

The girl looked up to see a kid on a thick branch, dressed in a usual sailor suit which most wealthy kids like her wore. “What are you doing up there? Aren’t you scared to get dirt on your crisp white suit?” she asked.

“Nope! I’m as brave as a hero, I don’t care if I get dirty!”

“You must be Christine…right?” asked Francie, which made the kid look almost offended.

“Christine? My name is NOT Christine. It’s Christopher!” The kid corrected her.

“Wait…you’re a boy?” Francie asked in shock, which made “Christopher” even more offended as he put on a grumpy expression.

“Of course I am! Do I look that wimpy to you?!” He barked, jumping off the branch as if it was nothing. Francie was shocked that he didn’t even break a bone from that jump, as the branch was quite high in the air.

“Now you convinced me. Not only that you’re ‘brave’, but also that you act like a peasant!” The girl said, now feeling mildly annoyed by him.

“A peasant?! You probably have lice in that big hair of yours!” Christopher defended himself.

“How dare you! My mummy helps me wash my curls thoroughly! You probably have lice yourself from how long your hair!” She yelled.

Christopher’s hair wasn’t exactly the longest, but it was indeed long for a boy during that time. He didn’t like the girl’s attitude at all. He was thinking of ways to make her angry as he didn’t like her one bit, and after all, teasing was very fun! He recalled how she mentioned if he’d get scared of his outfit getting all muddy, which could mean that she was mirroring her own fears. That sparked a devilish plan inside the little boy’s head.

Christopher took a fist full of soil from the ground, and without warning, threw it at Francie’s dress, and began laughing. “Look who’s the peasant now!”. The girl remained shocked, and Christopher was expecting for her to cry, but Francie immediately lunged at him and began pulling his hair, which caused the boy to scream, not only in pain, but also to get the attention of the adults.

The kids both began scratching eachother, it was like two cats fighting, it was intense, but as intense as you would expect two children to fight on the playground. 

Francie finally managed to climb on Christopher’s back and put her hands over his eyes, which caused him to lose balance and they both fell.

“Frances Elsner!” Francie heard her mother call, as well as see Christopher’s mother rush towards them to help both her and Christopher up. “What did you do to the poor boy-”

“I’m sorry, Madame Elsner… I was just playing tag with her and she fell. it’s my fault and I apologize.” Christopher said in a voice that sounded sincere, almost like he was feeling guilty. Christopher’s mom smiled as Francie’s mom just remained shocked. “You two just played tag?” 

As the eyes went towards Francie, and she didn’t know what to say. A part of her wanted to say the truth, but at the same time it was practically her fault for what happened. “Yes…we were having fun…I’m sorry mummy…”

“Well, a fault confessed is half redressed. You are forgiven for now, but don’t get your clothes dirty again!” Mrs Elsner scolded Francie, as she looked guiltily at the ground.

The girl then looked up from the ground to see Christopher holding his hands out. What was he doing?! “Aww, it looks like my little Chris wants to hug your little girl!” his mom laughed softly. Francie was even more confused, but she saw him give her a look of “please trust me this once.” Even if it was humiliating, Francie held her hands out and they both began hugging eachother. She could feel how Christopher cringed at this action, but she felt like he was only doing this to make their mothers not question what they did earlier.

“I’m glad you two became friends!” Francie’s mom smiled softly at the kids as both her and Christopher’s mother went back inside the mansion.

“Why did you do that?” Francie asked

“Do what?”

“Lie?”

“It always works if you give the right puppy dog eyes!” the boy chuckled as he began walking back inside as if nothing happened.

“...thank you…” Francie said and Christopher just looked at her in shock. He smiled softly for a split second before he returned back to his neutral expression.

Yeah… they surely met on the wrong foot, but hey a happy ending is a happy ending…right?

Vocabulary

Vati - dad/daddy in german

garrulous - noisy, mouthy

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